#but you can always ignore that. He could have meant ‘wet’ from the water

[zappedbyzabka]

Happy Mermay! Mermaid Johnny meeting human Daniel and deciding to try to walk on land. Daniel finds a beautiful naked guy who doesn't seem to know how to use his legs or any of the fun parts and gets to teach him about the human world and all the pleasure. Mermaid Daniel meeting Johnny on a beach and deciding he wants that pretty creature, so maybe he lures him into the water, maybe he sings a song, maybe he calls out from the waves and Johnny's more than happy to run out because the guys handsome and hey knew friend who said they could play a game. Or maybe he's learning to surf or out swimming and hand grabs his ass or feels him up and at first he thinks it's a fish because it's gotta be a fish right? But it's hard to focus on a surfing class if somethings curiously poking around at his ass. Maybe he ends up finding a deserted piece of the beach and has sex with a merman and no one will ever believe him. But that's fine because any time he goes to the beach he's always happy to see his new friend and have sex in the sea or on the beach. (lol maybe that's his new favorite drink: sex on the beach)

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS😭💖 (I over thought it.)

(Also, take note that I’m applying a sort of abo esque thing to mermaids but it can be ignored.)

The thought of cute mermaid Johnny walking on wobbly legs and really acting like an Ariel. Blinking up at the cute boy who caught him and can’t stop looking at his legs—which he himself doesn’t understand are very nice and long.

Daniel showed him around, trying to understand why Johnny doesn’t seem all that familiar with the area despite being from Cali.

"I’m from around here; I just explore somewhere else more often."

What the hell does that even mean?

After spending the entire day together, going to random places, and Daniel talking Johnny’s ear off, explaining the things Johnny didn’t understand, Johnny told him he was interesting but a total square. Daniel had used the very little bit of cash he had to buy Johnny food at a bakery, watching in near awe the way Johnny shoved the croissant in his mouth like he’d never had anything that good before. He had to stop Johnny from grabbing more treats without paying—thankfully (aggravatingly), the old man behind the counter seemed to enjoy Johnny's little clothing enough to give him two free of charge.

They ended up at the beach again later that night, laying in the sand, Johnny’s head resting on Daniel’s shoulder, a cozy quiet between them for a while that had Daniel falling with slurred promises to see him again. Johnny sang to him, a sound that made Daniel feel a strange calm—waves of it washed over him as he drifted off.

Johnny was gone the next morning, and Daniel got a little worried—but he went back later, disappointed when he couldn’t see Johnny until he heard splashing in the water.

He assumed he was just swimming until he saw the tail, which was the cause of all that splashing. Johnny swam to him, then sat in the shallow water, looking apprehensive. "You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?"

Daniel was honestly too interested in the scaly tail. A nice blue-to-red that bleeds into pink and ends in a pretty lavender. He wanted to reach out and pet it.

"LaRusso?"

"I wouldn’t have told you my last name if I knew you’d never say my first.”

Johnny laughed, his cheeks red and slick from water—all of him is slick, actually, and it’s very distracting.

"Daniel…"

He freezes. He wants to hear it again.

"Daniel, you won’t tell anyone?"

Daniel breathes out, shaking his head. "Of course not."

Johnny gives a look of relief and tugs on Daniel’s arm. "Come in here."

"No, I don’t want my clothes to get wet. Just come out, sweetheart."

Johnny blushed at the petname, and crawled out.

Not even 10 minutes later, Johnny is straddling Daniel in the sand, squirming in Daniel’s lap while he kisses him. To be fair, Johnny was naked.

You just gonna keep your mouth open like that?"

Johnny flicked him in the head, huffing and crossing his arms. "You don’t have to kiss me—"

But Daniel wants to kiss him, and he does again, and again and again.

"Daniel," Johnny gasps when they part, "Touch me."

Daniel’s cock twitches; he’d honestly been hard since he saw Johnny again. He roams his eyes over him, having a difficult time picking where he wants to feel first, so he settles for leaning forward and burying his face in Johnny’s neck, touching Johnny everywhere he can reach in an almost frenzy.

Johnny arches and sighs happily, scratching Daniel’s scalp. "Touch me lower, come on. Show me what it feels like."

Daniel pulls back. "Are you?…."

"What?"

Daniel clears his throat. "Have you never been with anyone?”

Johnny’s brows furrow. "Of course I have! I just haven’t had these parts touched. I’ve tried a little, but it’s different. I don’t get wet down there like I do in my real form…"

Daniel’s mouth falls open, lips wet and puffy from all his kissing and mouthing.

Johnny gets a look on his face, cheeks glowing red, and stares at Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel has him on his back, those long pale legs thrown over his shoulders, while he rubs Johnny’s dick and sticks his tongue in Johnny’s sweet hole, pulling away every so often to suck Johnny’s tits instead.

He can’t shut up; he has to keep telling him how good he tastes and how perfect he is down there—the prettiest he’s ever seen—and he never wants to stop.

And after he made Johnny come all over them both, he expected nothing in return, but after Johnny got through his afterglow, he ordered Daniel to step up and gave him the best (and first) blow of his life.

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(Mermaid Daniel instantly made me think: Squirmy mermaid dick 😭 but also👀)

Johnny was sitting on a small deck, feet submerged in the water, as he watched the water shimmer and tried to focus on the color instead of the anxiety in his stomach. He didn’t even know why; there were too many reasons for him to blame it on, but the last thing he wanted to do was tell someone—be a nuisance.

"Hi!"

Johnny flinched, whipping his head in the direction of the boy who yelled.

"Hi?"

"Whatcha doing out here?"

Nosey.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

"Sitting."

“Yep.”

"Wow, interesting."

Johnny shrugged, looking back at the expanse of water and hoping the guy would take a hint. "You asked."

"I did, you seemed very…” gloomy “deep in thought. I’m Daniel, by the way."

Johnny sighed, looking down at Daniel again. He seems nice, despite Johnny’s snippiness. "Like the guy from Grease?"

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, a bashful expression on his face. He’s handsome. "No one’s ever compared someone like me to him. I know you meant the name, though—"

"A guy like you?"

Daniel ducked his head. "Scrawny."

Johnny felt a twinge of something in his chest. An ache for another. The guy may not be buff, but he’s handsome. "You have that dark hair, and…" he looked him over for more "Uh, and your arms are really toned even though they’re skinny. " Why is he being so nice? "And you have more armpit hair than I could dream of having."

Daniel snorted, lowering his arm back down quickly. "Thanks, man."

There’s a comfortable silence for a moment. "Can I touch your hair?"

Johnny blinks at him. "Uh, why?"

"It’s all shiny and golden. Looks soft."

Johnny raised a brow, then leaned down and let him touch. Daniel smiles wide, his cute, crooked teeth on display. "Nice. You do some sort of hair care?"

Yes. "No…"

"Hm, good genes."

Johnny stared at the setting sun. It always looked like it was sinking in the water to Johnny. Burned out until the next day.

"Come into the water with me? It’s still light enough out."

Johnny didn’t see why not. He stripped down to his (too small) briefs, with Daniel staring up at him wide eyed before turning away with both hands covering his face. Johnny smirked, and jumped in.

When he broke back up from the water, Daniel was gone—at least he thought so until he felt what was unmistakably a finger poke his ass. He squeaked. "Dude?"

Daniel wraps his arms around Johnny, breaking back up from the water. "You’re the most precious human I’ve ever seen!"

Johnny shoves him slightly, and Daniel’s arms fall from him, doe eyes full of something dangerous, like he was fighting with himself on something.

He could steal Johnny away like a perfect pearl from a clam. But he’s not like that.

"Human? You an alien or something?"

Daniel shrugged. "Something like that. Who’s the nosey one now, sweetheart?"

Wait, he said that out loud earlier? And Sweet-hot: He likes that accent.

Johnny huffed, fighting the urge to do something girly like twirl his hair or ask him where he’s from. This guy probably just felt bad because he was alone; he doesn’t need to know his story. Maybe he should go.

He makes no move to do so.

Daniel started running his fingers through the water absentmindedly, soft sloshing filling the quiet as they drifted close to each other. Johnny likes the way his hands look: blunt nailed and long. He likes that he hasn’t left yet.

they drifted closer, the water carrying them towards one another.

They bumped into each other, and their lips met. He didn't regret it at all, not when Daniel was holding him like that. He’s a little bit eager, practically vacuuming Johnny’s mouth, but even that made Johnny feel nice. But then he felt something that definitely wasn’t legs against his.

He pushed Daniel away, reaching down and flinching when his hand met a tail.

"Surprise?"

Johnny stares at him. "What the fuck?"

Daniel sighs, looking at the deeper waters. He was being very reckless here—his Ma would be disappointed, but….beautiful human boys . "I can show you a few tricks if you want. If you won't tell anyone."

Johnny doesn’t think it can get weirder. He nodded, watching Daniel swim, tail splashing—it’s all far too fluid to be something he isn’t used to doing.

So….mermen exist, pretty neat.

Johnny was, in fact, very impressed with Daniel’s tricks—all his diving and leaping. Even better than watching the seals in San Diego laze around, who all congregate together on this big rock. He’d always imagine leaving his mother’s side and joining them; it must be a relaxing life.

Those silly tricks of his got Daniel a big smile and a lot more.

Johnny had him get on the deck with him, offered him his jeans, and waved Daniel off when he worried about Johnny walking around without them. "I like wearing shorts anyway."

daniel had raised a brow at him. "Those are shorter than shorts, but…" His clothes were so far away. "Okay, I’ll take em."

They didn’t go far, just over to one of the big rocks close by, and sat against it for the remaining light of the day.

He let Daniel lay him against the sand and kiss him again, let him pull his briefs down his legs.

Let him grope and lick wherever he wanted, then let him fuck him too. He’s so gentle with Johnny, like he’s fine china and not the bull. Maybe he’s both, people like to break him.

he’s the china, pretending to be the bull.

But blessedly, he was distracted from his thoughts when Daniel pulled out and came on his stomach.

He was disappointed he hadn’t done it inside him. He scooped some up with his fingers, and licked them clean. Daniel watched, dick trying to harden again, before he snapped out of it. “No, don’t swallow!”

Johnny flinched: was Daniel mad at him? Did he do something wrong. “I…I already did. I’m sorry—“

Daniel waved his hands, looking worried. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, um” he mumbles something.

“What was that?”

“My semen,” they both cringe at that word “Works kinda like a drug. It’ll make you want to keep going until you can’t anymore. Common knowledge to us.”

Johnny thought it had to be a joke. He’d never read that in any old tale. “What are you—Oh.”

Suddenly his whole body was hot, like it was 120 degrees and the only hydration he needed was Daniel’s dick. He stared at it, feeling too empty. “Please, let me have more, Daniel, pleasepleaseplease—“

“Woah, honey. It’s okay, come ‘ere.”

Johnny practically tackled him, one hand on Daniel’s arm, and the other wrapping around Daniel cock—jerking it fast. “Gimme it, please. Need it back inside, need more.”

Daniel is but a merman, and it was him that caused Johnny to get like that; he gave him more and didn’t stop until sunrise.

Daniel never planned on that being the last time he saw Johnny, and Johnny felt the same.

They meet every night, and it wasn’t long before they became official unofficially.

Daniel was clumsy in his human form, constantly running into things and tripping over his feet like a dork. He assures Johnny that it has nothing to do with having a fish tail for almost the entirety of his life.

They also go to the beach so often, a habit Daniel had much given up besides allowing himself a swim every so often because it was irritating to find a time of day where people wouldn’t see him and he’d been so distracted by the brand new place after he and Lucille moved to land, but it always felt like something was wrong when he stopped swimming. Johnny got him to start doing it more. Usually they’d go later in the day, so Daniel doesn't have to wait too long to swim. Walk on the beach with their arms linked, feeling the heat on their skin and eating the ice cream cones melting in their hands as fast as they could. Daniel could watch Johnny in the water for hours and cherish every knick knack Johnny brought back to him—as if he hasn’t seen sand dollars and shells 100 times before.

But right when that time comes around where it’s safe to change, Johnny’s grabbing his hand and telling him to get the hell up and get his merman time, it’s important.

[banj0possum]

umm is it possible to get a yandere! male!siren x shy!gn reader?

Fish Bait

Yandere!Siren x GN Reader

CW: Kidnapping, assault, minor stalking, murder, thalassophobia maybe?

🌊 You are quite shy when it came to talking to people. You found the whole 'socializing thing' a bit overwhelming considering how rough and loud the rest of the people in your academy was.

🌊 You much preferred staying by the shore with a nice book or drawing book to enjoy the sound of the waves with. The ocean breeze and wailing of seagulls never failed to relax you.

🌊 One day, you heard the strange sound of splashing by the tide pools along the more rocks area of the shore. You thought it was a fish or some other animal that got stuck in one of the pools after the tide retreated and got up to help it out.

🌊 But what you saw was no animal, well, half animal. In one of the pools was a man with the lower half of a fish, his scales glistened wondrously as it splashed in the water.

🌊 The man looked at you with wide eyes and froze. You put your hands up to show you meant no harm.

🌊 "Please! Spare me! I just want to go home!"

🌊 "Calm down! I won't hurt you!"

🌊 He shook with fear as your hands drew closer to him.

🌊 You then pulled him up from the pool and carried him to the sea, he stares at you as you gently lowered him unto the water.

🌊 As soon as his tail was submerged in the sea, he swam out of your grasp and went a distance away from you, part of his head peeking out of the water as his red eyes looked at yours.

🌊 "Well...safe travels.." You mutter, wading back to shore, but the merman peeks his mouth out the water and shouts to you.

🌊 "You're not going to ask anything in return?"

🌊 You look back. "Uhm..no, I'm fine, thanks anyway.."

🌊 "Hmm, you know...you can come with me to my home. I'll grant you the power to breathe under water and you can enjoy the treasures I have there. What do you say? It's the least I can do for what you've done for me!"

🌊 "Nah, I'm good. Be safe though, I heard theres pirates that hunt merfolk nowadays..." You continue your way to shore but the merman swims quickly to your side.

🌊 "Don't you want to be rid of those insolent fools you call schoolmates? I can give you a life people only dream of!"

🌊 "I'm not really..interested..."

🌊 "...You're not?"

🌊 "Yeah..."

🌊 "...Oh..uh..ok...wow-um..well, bye I guess..." The man stutters before sinking his head back into the water.

🌊 You sigh, that was some encounter. You doubt you'd run into something like that again...

🌊 Boy howdy you were wrong.

🌊 You'd spot the strange boy again and again, always hiding back behind the rock or piece of driftwood he was watching you from.

🌊 Sometimes you'd also find trinkets and beautiful stones laid on the shore. You never took them though; you didn't want to take something someone probably lost. The merman would grumble to himself every time you ignored his baits.

🌊 You'd also see him again trapped in the pools, feigning sorrow that poor little him got stuck again during another low tide. What ever shall he do?

🌊 Your days would go on like this, the merman desperately trying to lure you into the sea but to no avail due to your shy and polite nature.

🌊 Him basically stalking you turned to him directly talking to you and trying to get you to go with him in the water.

🌊 "Oh dear, I've been stuck at this reef for ages! I just can't get out! Could you help me please? I promise not to drown you!"

🌊 "No thanks, I'm on the last chapter of my book..."

🌊 "My, my, it's so lonely in the ocean, not a playmate in sight, come down with me so we can really get to know each other yeah?"

🌊 "I don't really wanna get my clothes wet..."

🌊 What you thought was a potentially dangerous creature of the sea became a whiny, attention-seeking drama queen.

🌊 Eventually, you'd learn his name is Caspian. He gave up a bit on trying to lure you and settled on making small talk with you.

🌊 Most of your conversations would revolve around your cultures, how you two lived compared to eachother.

🌊 "So those silver things with teeth aren't combs? Interesting...tell me more!"

🌊 He more or less looked up to you because of the knowledge you'd tell him, even though it was all basic things ever human knows, but he wasn't a human so, I guess it's alright.

🌊 He'd try to crawl onto shore to see what you were reading or drawing. You'd have to scoot away from him because he was dripping wet, and you didn't want your paper to get soiled.

🌊 Please read to him! He loves it when you read out loud the books you bring!

🌊 Life seemed pretty content with you having a friend to talk to, one who's not judgmental of your quiet personality.

🌊 That was until one day, you heard laughing and shouting from your usual spot.

🌊 You saw your classmates, waist deep in the water trying to drag Caspian to the shore, the merman snarling and biting the air around him angrily as the bullies degrade and laugh at his attempts to wriggle out of their grasp.

🌊 "Look at this, boys! With this ugly thing we can buy the whole pub if we wanted to!"

🌊 "H-hey! Leave him alone!" You shouted, dropping your things as you ran to help your friend, but one of them punched you with in the face and grabbed you, about to hit you again.

🌊 "What? You're gonna let this siren kill everyone that comes to this beach? God you're dumb! No wonder why you have no friends!"

🌊 He was about to give another blow when you both heard a shrill cry from the ocean.

🌊 The water pooled with crimson as only the splashing of limbs can be seen form the shore, cries and gurgles are heard from the writhing gore. Your classmate rushes into the water to save his friends before the violent splashing stops and the red patch of bloody water extends towards him and around him until you see him get yanked below into the water, a splash of a fish tail verified in your mind that it was Caspian.

🌊 You could feel your heart pounding as you see the siren lift its head from the water, his blood red eyes staring at you again with razor sharp teeth bared.

🌊 "P-please...don't hurt me..I didn't lead them to you I swear!" You cried as he crawled to your shivering form.

🌊 You held your breath as he pulled you in a wet hug, your clothes getting stained by the salty, bloody water.

🌊 "Oh my darling~ I know you would never hurt me~ But we're not safe here anymore..I fear I'll have to take you somewhere safer...somewhere away from those disgusting creatures."

🌊 You couldn't even react before you were pulled into the water forcefully, you kicked and swam all you could to get him to let go of you, but soon enough, your whole body was under the water. The only thing that was left of you were your things by the sand, and bubbles that rose to the surface before stopping.

🌊 "You'll be safe here my love, my most wonderful treasure~"

this one was by far one of my favorite bois ive written, he's so mhmhmghghghmmmhmhmmhhh

[writemekpop]

Forgive and Forget | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: Haechan claims that you’ve been ignoring him – but he hasn’t been the best boyfriend either.

Genre: Established relationship AU, angst, baseballplayer!Haechan,

Word count: 1k

From the moment Haechan walked in the front door, you knew something was wrong. His footsteps were too slow, too lazy.

Haechan trudged into the living room, head hung low.

"You're home!" You shut your laptop and walked towards him.

You wrapped your arms around Haechan's firm body, but he wasn’t hugging you back. His arms hung limply by his side.

You stood up on your toes and leant towards him, but Haechan dodged your kiss, swerving his lips away at the last moment.

He pushed you off him and trudged towards the bedroom.

"What's up, baby?" You asked, following behind him. "Did you lose the game?"

Haechan scoffed. "Actually we won, not that you'd know... or care." He mumbled under his breath.

You frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Haechan's dark eyes met yours. He stared at you, as if contemplating something. Then he broke your gaze, shrugging. 

"Forget I said anything." He pulled off his top and sweatpants, and went into the en suite bathroom.

“Want me to give you a rub down?" You smirked, thinking of all the times in Haechan's career as a professional baseball player that you'd met him for a steamy post-game massage.

Placing your hands on his waist, you started to follow him into the bathroom… but the door slammed in your face. You barely had time to yank your hands away. You stood staring at the white wood, your ears still ringing from the sound.

There was a hiss of water as Haechan started the shower.

You slumped down on the bed, unable to work out why your boyfriend was in such a foul mood. It seemed like the only emotion he had left was anger.

Haechan hadn’t kissed you for weeks. At this point you were more like roommates, not girlfriend and boyfriend.

Haechan came into the bedroom. His brown torso was dripping wet, and a towel hung low on his hips. The sight of your nearly naked boyfriend sent tingles running down your entire body. But you knew better than to approach him right now.

Haechan sat on the bed beside you, still naked. He stared at the floor.

"Why do you never come to my games?"

"I do come to them," you said. "I was there just last… last…" You stopped mid-sentence.

Actually, you couldn't remember the last time you'd been to a match.

Haechan scoffed. "All the other guys' girlfriends come to every single one. Jeno's girl always brings these amazing cookies that she bakes from scratch. Why don't you ever do anything like that?"

You frowned. "I'm not your personal cheerleader, Haechan. I have a job, you know. I’m busy."

Haechan sighed. "How busy can you be? All you do is sit at home all day and write stories for kids. Anyone could do that."

Haechan’s words felt like a blow to the face.

"Would you prefer if I didn't work? Would you prefer it if I came to all your matches... like some kind of trophy girlfriend?"

The look in his eyes was enough to know that he meant ‘yes’.

You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. "Unbelievable."

Haechan sprang off the bed. "Why do you always make our arguments about you? I'm the one who is supposed to be upset, but now you're crying." He rolled his eyes.

You swiped away the tears from your burning cheeks.

Haechan turned towards the wardrobe and put on a black T shirt and jeans. You watched him from the bed as he laced up his trainers.

"Where are you going?" you asked.

"To the after party. To hang out with people who actually care about me."

Haechan stomped into the hallway. You ran behind him.

"Wait,” you said. "Don't go."

Haechan's hand was on the front door. He paused, turning to look at you.  "Why not?"

You gripped your hair. "Because... I love you."

Haechan sighed. "I love you, too, Y/n. But that's not enough. I need a girlfriend who can spare three hours for a baseball match! You know I'd do the same for you."

"Would you?" you asked, voice quiet.

Haechan frowned. "What do you mean?"

You tugged at the hem of your shirtsleeve. You hated being this open. "When was the last time you came to one of my book signings?"

Haechan scratched his head. "I guess I've been busy..."

"Have you ever read one of my books, Haechan? They’re ten pages long."

“I’ve been… meaning to.” Haechan gulped. He let the front door go. It fell shut. He stepped towards you.

"Do you even know what my latest book is called?"

"It's called the owl and the... no wait, the little girl and the..." Haechan sank down onto the floor. "Shit."

You shrugged sadly. "Don't I deserve a cheerleader, too?"

Haechan buried his face in his hands. His shoulders were shaking. "I'm so sorry.”

You crouched down beside him and rubbed his back gently. "I'm sorry, too."

Haechan raised his head to look at you. His chocolate eyes were glassy, and the tip of his nose was red.

"I want to be there for you." He said, sniffing. "I understand if you want to break up but-"

You put your finger on his lips, shushing him.

"I don't want to break up, baby. We just need to make time for each other."

You stood up and held your hand out. Haechan took it, smiling weakly.

"What happened to us?" He asked, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You shrugged. "We're not perfect."

Haechan smiled. "I think you're perfect. I just… lost sight of that."

You bit your lip, cheeks warming. "Come here, you."

You cupped Haechan's face with your hands, stood on your tip toes and pulled his lips onto yours.

When you kissed him, it felt like you were kissing him for the first time. Every sensation was new, his touch, his lips, his body. It set you alight.

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MASTERLIST

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[joelscruff]

feelings on fire (joel miller x f!reader) 18+ PART ONE

"trying to play it coy, trying to make it disappear"

⚠️ new series alert! ⚠️ and also my 1k follower celebration!!! (altho it might as well be the 2k celebration now considering how fast my following has grown. thank you ;-;) i polled my followers a little while ago to choose between 3 different fic premises and this one was the winner! it was originally meant to be a stand alone but i'm actually more interested in making it a brand new series, so i hope you guys enjoy! i'm not exactly sure how many parts this will be yet, i'll let you know when i do. title and lyrics are from 'bad liar' by selena gomez.

summary: you're back from college for the summer, staying with your devout catholic parents in your childhood home while they order you around and try to keep authority over you. as an act of rebellion you ask your new neighbor mr. miller to teach you how to play guitar, but it turns out there's a lot more he wants to teach you. (no outbreak, no use of y/n) rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: (for this fic in general) age difference (reader is in her 20s, joel in his 50s), innocent/inexperienced reader, dirty old man joel, corruption (but it's consensual), praise kink, dirty talk, general smut, mentions of religion (reader's family are very catholic) -- (for this chapter) wet dreams, mentions of masturbation. word count: 5k ao3

The sun is warm and pleasant on your bare skin as you lay out in the freshly mown grass of your backyard, absorbing the heat and smiling languidly despite the humidity. You're grateful for your family's wealth on days like today, knowing that at any moment you could take a few steps and dive headfirst into the cool water of your pool, fresh and inviting. It's been about a month since you returned and you've spent almost every day outside among the green grass, the chlorinated water, the burning Texas sun. It's been heaven.

The backdoor suddenly swings open and your father's voice booms out into the backyard, "Family meeting," he states, loud and serious, "Five minutes."

Or hell.

With a groan you slowly sit up, hands digging into the thin towel laid out beneath you. You know better than to ignore an order like that. Being back from college for the summer has certainly had it's perks; no annoying roommates, no loud parties, a large backyard and pool to yourself, but having to deal with your parents again certainly isn't one of them. You'd thought coming back after three years might have softened them a bit, lowered their guard, made them less strict. Instead, it's almost had the opposite effect.

You slide into your flip flops and walk begrudgingly inside the house, making note of your mother standing anxiously by the stove with her arms crossed. What's the issue now? At least once a week your father calls these "family meetings", which always pertain to you and only you, seeing as you're their only child. Last week they'd spent half an hour berating you about forgetting to put the garbage out, the week before they'd tried to explain the importance of an early bed time to you, like you were seven.

You're a grown woman, a full fledged adult. Sure, you're only twenty one, you're unemployed, you're currently in the process of obtaining an arts degree that probably won't secure you anything tangible in the real world, but you're an adult nonetheless. You only have one year left of school before you can leave all this behind and start fresh somewhere else. You'd thought coming back home for one more summer would bring nostalgia and happiness, a few months of normality before life exploded in front of you.

Turns out your parents had pictured something different.

Your father gestures toward the kitchen table, urging for you to sit. You hate when they do this, make you feel small and childish while they both stand above you and reiterate rules they've had your whole life, rules that apparently you'll never grow out of. You wonder what rule you've broken now.

"We've noticed that you barely leave the house," your father begins, voice deep and authoritative, "We were under the impression that when you came home you'd be spending time with old friends, doing some volunteering again."

"Going to church," your mother adds beside him, a frown permanently etched on her face, "You've only gone twice since you've been here."

Call the cops, you think to yourself, forcibly holding back an eyeroll. Ironically your father is a police officer, and you highly doubt he'd ever come if you called.

"Instead, you just spend all your time in that backyard," he continues, nodding along with your mother, "We didn't invite you back to simply laze around all summer, there have been clear expectations you're not meeting."

You take a deep breath, feeling a hint of anger and stubbornness burning in the pit of your stomach. You shove it down, back to that secret hiding place you've cultivated throughout all these years of having to deal with them.

"I'm sorry, dad," you say, trying to sound as earnest as possible as you look to him and then your mother, "Sorry, mom."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, we need to see action," your father replies quickly, brow furrowed, "No more lounging around in the backyard on weekdays, that's a weekend activity from now on, we clear?"

You nod, "Clear."

"We want you to get involved in something," your mom takes a step forward, places her hand awkwardly on your shoulder, "Why don't you call Bethany? She's always looking for more helpers at Sunday School, or maybe Alice? I hear she's been volunteering at the soup kitchen for the summer."

You haven't spoken to either Bethany or Alice since you left for university three years ago. The thought of calling them, let alone having to work with them in either setting, makes you feel ill. You nod again, pretending to agree.

"That sounds good, I'll call them tomorrow morning," Both of your parents smile, appeased, "I think I'll go for a walk now, if that's okay. Clear my head, think about things I can do to improve."

"That's the spirit," your dad says, wrapping an arm around your mother, "Remember, be back before dinner or the door will be locked."

"I know," you nod, forcing a smile, "I won't forget."

--

Well, that's it, then. You'll have to leave.

It sounds dramatic to say that your parents telling you to get off your ass is enough to send you packing, but it goes so much deeper than that. You've spent your entire life doing everything these people say, nodding and smiling when you're meant to, apologizing for everything, doing anything you can to appease and impress them. You'd spent your high school years in youth choir, church group, organizing fundraisers, studying your ass off, tutoring, joining as many extracurriculars as possible until you had no free time. And even then, nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

When you'd left for college they'd both cried at the airport, held you in their arms and told you with sincerity that they'd miss you so much. Your mother had kissed your face and held your hands and your father had hugged you for the first time since you were eleven years old. And because of their sudden burst of emotions, of affection, you'd actually missed them once you left. You remember you'd cried on the plane, scrolling through pictures of them on your phone until the battery died, thinking to yourself that maybe they weren't the horrible, authoritarian people you thought they were.

They called you once a week while you were at college, asking for updates, telling you they missed you, giving you neighborhood gossip that made you laugh and feel nostalgic for home. Being away from them, it was like they suddenly became two entirely new people, bonded together by their suddenly empty nest and seemingly trying to do right by you now, even if it felt a little too late. You'd thought about coming home a few times for a visit, but the memories that triggered the anger in the pit of your stomach kept you from doing so. You'd kept them at arm's length until you felt ready to come back.

And now you're back, and nothing has changed. They're the same people they always were, expecting too much of you, thinking they can control you, never quite believing that you're trying your best. You'd told them before you came that you just wanted to relax this summer, spend some time at home, maybe meet up with some old friends - keyword being maybe - and they'd seemed totally on board with the idea. There had been no mentions of keeping busy, no mentions of Sunday School or soup kitchens or rules. Then you'd arrived and realized how stupid you'd been to believe that they could ever change.

Your entire life you've been their perfect girl, their A+ student who volunteered and read bible verses and tutored the neighborhood kids, sacrificed your happiness more times than you can count for the sake of keeping them satisfied. But that's the thing: they're not satisfied, and they never will be.

Your flip flops smack against the concrete of your suburban street, sun beginning to set in the distance as you think about how exactly you're going to escape this hell. Yeah, you could just walk out the front door without a word, but it's not like you have anywhere to go or the money to do it. You have your plane ticket for your return flight back to school, but it's not 'til September and it's under your father's name. Your family might be wealthy but none of that wealth has ever gone directly into your pocket, and you doubt it ever will if you just bail on them in the middle of the night with no warning.

Your thoughts scatter when you hear someone call out your name nearby. Your head swivels and you see one of your neighbors, Mrs. Lillard, waving from her front porch. You wave back, give her a small smile.

"How's college treatin' ya?" she calls to you, taking a sip from a bottle of beer, "Got a boyfriend?"

Your cheeks warm immediately and shake your head, "Not yet!" you call back.

"I bet you're battin' 'em all away," her voice is slurred and you're sure that's probably not her first beer of the day, "Nobody's good enough for ya, huh?"

"I guess," you say awkwardly, continuing to walk and hoping she won't ask you to join her for a beer, "How's your husband?"

"Pain in my ass," she responds with a grunt and takes another swig, "Bet you can't wait to have your own white picket fence, perfect as you are."

Her words make you uncomfortable but you just give her your signature fake laugh and flip your hair, waving again, "Bye, Mrs. Lillard."

Your face falls as soon as you turn around, anger burning again. You've spent so much of your life being the picture perfect little suburban girl, doing everything your parents say, saying your prayers and reading to the elderly, killing yourself to get straight A's and only speaking when spoken to. Your reputation is widely known around the neighborhood; the sweet little girl, the pure and innocent God fearing angel. You've portrayed yourself as that girl for so long that you almost don't know which part of you is real anymore.

You keep walking down the street, eyeing the sunset as you go and wondering what would happen if you just didn't go back home tonight. As your father had said, he locks the door every night after dinner; you don't have a key, you've never had a key. You're only allowed into your house on the basis of trust and good merit. If you just refused to go back tonight, how would they react? The thought of doing something like that sends a warm flush of rebellion across your skin, eyes bright with intrigue. But where would you go?

You turn the corner and your nose is suddenly hit with the delectable scent of a barbecue, smokey and delicious. You slow a bit, closing your eyes and breathing in the warm air, stomach growling. You suddenly realize that if you don't go home tonight you'll also miss dinner. Another rule broken. You keep walking, trying to follow the scent like some kind of bloodhound. Maybe you know whoever's cooking and they'll invite you to eat with them.

A few houses down you start to hear the sound of music. There must be a party going on, a birthday or some other special occasion. It's only as you get closer to the sound that you realize it's not being played from a speaker or stereo, but from someone's front porch; a real guitar, live and acoustic.

You approach the house in question and see a man sitting on his front step, guitar in hand as he strums a steady tune. He's looking down, watching his fingers, monitoring his movements, but you see dark brown curls with hints of grey peppered throughout, a stubbled jaw line and curved nose. You slow your speed, furrowing your brow as you try to place him. You're not sure you've ever seen him before.

His music is calm and inviting, a plucky sounding tune that seems vaguely familiar. You're suddenly filled with intrigue, trying to place the song and slowing to a complete stop in front of the house without meaning to. You watch the man's callused fingers pick away at the strings, fast and professional, like he's been doing this for years. He probably has.

You're still trying to place the song, biting your lip and swiping through songs in your mind like an invisible rolodex. Johnny Cash? Bob Dylan? It sounds like one of those songs your parents would forbid you to listen to as a kid, the ones with devil worship in their lyrics, sung by bad men who didn't believe in God. You'd always questioned this logic, wondered how songs about living out in the country or falling in love could be inherently against your religion. They didn't even listen to it, just blindly told you it was against the rules.

Suddenly the man stops playing and you realize the song has come to an end. He looks up then, notices you standing there at the end of his walk with your furrowed brow and flip flops. His eyes are brown, expression startled at first but then fading into something softer as he gives you a small smile.

"Been there long?" he asks, voice crackling slightly, like he hasn't spoken much today.

You shake your head quickly, "I'm sorry, I heard you playing and I-"

"S'alright," he replies strumming his guitar absentmindedly and giving you a shrug, "I don't mind an audience."

He's southern, definitely a Texan, but you're sure you've never met him before. His face and voice are unfamiliar to you, but certainly not unwelcome. He's older, probably in his 40s or even 50s, but he's handsome and slightly boyish in a way despite his greying hair and freckled skin. He reminds you of one of those men on album covers your father had slammed down one day in the record store when you were nine, yelled at you in front of everyone that the men who made that music were filthy sinners. It hadn't stopped you from listening to them, though, curiosity getting the better of you.

Is that who you're looking at now? A filthy sinner?

"You okay?" he asks slowly, tilting his head. You realize you're just staring at him, gathering your thoughts.

You shake your head again quickly, feeling yourself blush under his gaze, "Sorry," you repeat, "I'm uh, I was just passing by and I heard you playing that song. It sounded really familiar."

He gives you a crooked smile and a nod, "Tangled Up in Blue, Bob Dylan."

"I knew it was Bob Dylan," you say, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. That song was from one of the albums you'd listened to in secret, one of the only times you'd had to delete your browser history. You feel pride swell in your chest at the smile you elicit from the man in response, like he's recognizing a fellow music lover.

"Good ear," he continues to lightly pluck at the strings of his guitar, "You play?"

"Um, not really." It's a half truth but mainly a lie, you've never played in your life. You feel slightly disappointed in yourself and you're not sure why; it's not like you've ever felt any kind of urge to learn, especially considering your parents would've made sure you only learned appropriate songs. When would you have even found the time between all your extracurriculars?

"Well, it ain't difficult," he starts playing the song again, slower this time, "Pretty repetitive chord progression, room for some adlibbin' here and there once you get the hang of it."

You nod like you understand what he's talking about, suddenly lost in the way his fingers pull at the strings, make the music come to life out of nothing. His hands are big, fingers long and thick as they curve back and forth, up and down. It's hypnotic to watch. He stops again and looks up, catches you staring.

"How old are you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You swallow, unsure what exactly the right answer is. Part of you wants to lie, tell him you're older than you actually are so he doesn't just see you as some bright eyed kid. This is the first person you've encountered since coming back who doesn't know who you are, doesn't know about your reputation. You could tell him anything, be anyone, and he'd take it at face value.

"I'm twenty five," you lie, but it sounds unnatural in your mouth.

He looks you up and down, eyes raking your body in a way you're unfamiliar with. Like a man. Like the way your roommates back in college get looked at, sensually and flirtatiously, being eyed up by drunk guys at the bar who only have one thing on their mind. You feel your heart begin to thrum quicker in your chest; is that really how this man is looking at you? This grown man, not a high school crush or a college fratboy, a real man?

"Sweetheart, we both know that's a lie," he says with a chuckle, eyes coming back to rest on your face, "I'd guess twenty."

You make a face, "I'm twenty one, actually."

He laughs again, putting his hands up in surrender, "My bad, twenty one."

You watch as he starts to strum once again, something new and unfamiliar. You listen for a few moments, eyes trained back on his fingers, watching him play.

"You wanna come in for a bit?" he asks, voice nonchalant, like he's asking you something completely casual.

And maybe he is, but the words make your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat. The way he'd looked at you just then, laughed at your words, wanted to know your age... now he's inviting you into his house? You've never actually been flirted with before, not when it mattered, and you're not entirely sure if that's what's happening. But it feels like it, even though you can't imagine how someone like him could see anything sexy about a girl like you.

"...Why?" you ask quietly.

He looks up at you with another smile, still plucking the strings, "If you need to ask then maybe I read you wrong," he chuckles again, eyes trailing down your legs and taking in your short dress, the way it stops at your knees, "Now that I really look at you, maybe I'm talkin' to a good Christian girl."

"You're not," you say it too quickly, "I mean, I'm not. I'm not a good Christian girl."

"No?" he smirks, "Don't have a good southern daddy waitin' for you to come home? Momma waitin' with a pie in the oven?" he's not being serious but you feel your skin flush at the accuracy of his words.

"Maybe," you mutter, hand going down to touch your dress nervously, "But maybe I don't wanna go home."

He nods and stops plucking, licking his lips and thinking to himself. You have to admit, there's something about him that draws you to him, something masculine and new. He's much, much older than you but not in a way that creeps you out or makes you want to run away. You find yourself hoping he'll ask you to come inside again so this time you can give him the right answer, the one he wants to hear.

"You probably should," he finally says, then stands up on his porch steps and slips his guitar onto his back. The strap digs into his broad shoulders, accentuating his size as he suddenly towers over you on the step.

"Sh-should what?" you ask breathlessly, and you wonder if he can tell your heart race has picked up, see the thumping of your pulse in your exposed neck.

"Go back home," he says with a shrug, "I mean, if they're waitin' for you..."

"They're not," you say it with firm finality, shaking your head, "I'm twenty one, I do what I like."

He walks down the steps then, getting closer and closer to you until he's suddenly standing directly in front of you. His eyes cast downward, assessing your expression; you swear he looks at your lips and licks his own again.

"So would you like to come inside?" he asks again, peering down at you with a dark sense of desire that makes you swallow roughly, feel a light and steady thrum between your legs, "Let me teach you how to play that song?"

Here's your chance. Just say yes.

"N-no," you gasp, taking a step back from him, "Um, n-not today."

He smirks, almost like he knew that would be your response. He hitches his guitar up his shoulder and gives you one last smile before turning around and walking back up his steps.

"Well, I'm here if you change your mind," he calls back to you, reaching for the doorknob on his front door and peering at you with another side glance, still assessing you, "Would love to teach a pretty thing like you how to use her fingers."

You feel your lips part in surprise, an unfamiliar tingling sensation flooding your body as he gives you a wink and walks into his house, shutting the door behind him. You've still got that steady throbbing feeling in your underwear, something you've only felt a handful of times. You know what it is, you're not completely clueless, but you can't remember the last time it happened.

You take another step back slowly, heart still pounding in your chest as you stare at his closed door. Then you turn on your heel and speed walk back the way you came, flip flops slapping against the ground aggressively. You revel in the way your thighs rub together as you walk, soothing that ache.

Any thoughts of not going home have gone from your mind. You need to ask your parents who this man is. As soon as possible.

-

You get home right before dinner, giving yourself just enough time to formulate exactly how to ask your parents about the man with the guitar. You're slightly afraid that you might seem too eager, too curious, and that they'll see right through you; you can't imagine how they'd react to knowing their perfect little girl is getting butterflies over a middle aged man.

But that's what you have: butterflies. In your tummy, all over your skin, between your legs. Being talked to the way he did, being looked at the way he did, it's making you feel hot all over, itchy and uncomfortable but in a good way.

The last time you felt this way was during your first week of college, at a party you'd gone to with your roommate. You'd seen him across the room, tall and blonde, watched as he licked his lips and looked you up and down. He was gorgeous, an angel you were convinced God had placed at this party just for you. You felt that tingle between your legs, swallowed down the nervous lump in your throat and imagined what it would be like to be kissed by him.

Then he'd approached and you realized he'd been looking at your roommate the entire time.

Your mother is just beginning to plate the meal when you slip into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table beside your father. She serves you both with a smile and sits, then extends her hands to both of you.

"Bless us, O Lord, for these, Thy gifts," she begins quietly, and you quickly hang your head and close your eyes as she continues, "which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen."

"Amen," you and your dad echo, then begin your meal. Just the same as always.

"How was your walk?" your father asks.

Here goes nothing.

"It was nice," you say, nodding thoughtfully to yourself and hoping you sound nonchalant, "I said hi to Mrs. Lillard."

"We've been praying for her," your mom interjects immediately, "She's an alcoholic, you know."

Your mom stays on top of all the neighborhood gossip, part of the reason you feel she might know something about the mysterious man. With a nod of your head you continue, "And then I saw someone else, a man playing guitar on his front porch, but I've never seen him before."

"Oh, him" your mom rolls her eyes, "Mr. Miller. Piece of work."

Bingo.

Your eyebrows raise, intrigued, "How so?"

"Kindness, dear," your father says with a disapproving nod to your mother, "He's done nothing to us."

She sighs and shakes her head, "You're right, I'm sorry."

The conversation is definitely going somewhere but it's already taking a turn into dangerous territory; you're not one to question, to interfere or interject. Pressing them further might make them suspicious, but you have to know.

"What did he do?" you ask, trying your best to sound casual, "If you don't mind me asking?"

Your mother is about to speak but your father gives her a look, almost a warning. She closes her mouth and sits back in her chair, waiting for him to answer you instead.

"He didn't do anything," your father explains, "Your mother invited him for dinner and he declined, that's all."

"It's the way he declined," your mother sits forward again, voice curt and irritated, "He was very rude."

"Rude?" You can tell your mom wants to talk about it, dredge up something she hasn't been able to discuss for a while; you're surprised she hadn't already told you over the phone while you were at college.

"This isn't appropriate conversation for the dinner table," your father says sternly, and you're not sure if he's talking more-so to you or your mother, "End of discussion." As usual your mother folds in on herself, picking up her fork and starting to eat again.

"Your father's right," she says, though you know she doesn't really believe that, "Let's just eat."

You wonder what the man - Mr. Miller - could have said to make your mother react this way. It's not unusual for her to get stiff and bothered by people - it's pretty easy to push her buttons, actually, but the list of things that offend her is long and detailed. He could have said pretty much anything to set her off. The specifics are lost on you.

You resign yourself to defeat and eat your dinner, sincerely glad that the tingling sensations in your body have subsided. You do not need to be feeling like that with your parents in the room.

-

You dream about him.

It's muddled and confusing, taking place simultaneously back at college and in your childhood bedroom, but he's there. In both places, somehow. You're back at that first week of college party, but instead of the blonde boy it's him standing across the room, eyeing you up and down. But this time he doesn't go for your roommate, he walks over to you and looks deeply into your eyes, gives you that delicious smirk and brings his hands down to touch your waist. He's so big compared to you, so much older. He pulls you in with a strong grasp and holds you to his broad chest, runs his hands down your back.

Then you're both transported from the college party to your parent's house. You're on your bed, sitting next to him atop the covers and watching him play guitar. You watch his fingers, long and thick, hypnotizing you with their movements. He stops playing and brings one to your chin, tilts your head up to look into your eyes again.

"You're not a good Christian girl," he whispers in that southern drawl, breath ghosting across your face, inching closer and closer, "You're all mine, aren't you?"

You wake up with a start and immediately feel the dampness in your underwear, the butterflies back again with a vengeance as your pussy throbs and pulses. You've never felt anything like this before, grasping your chest and reaching for your bedside lamp in the darkness. You sit there in bed for a few moments, catching your breath and waiting for the feelings to vanish again, for your aching core to stop reminding you that it's never been touched, not once, even though you know it's absolutely begging for it.

With shaky hands you reach down and run a finger through your wet folds, shivering at the soft touch. You've never masturbated before, never had sex or anything else you've learned about from your friends at college. They'd looked at you with disbelief when you'd told them you'd never even had an orgasm; one of them had gone so far as to ask if she could give you one.

"No," you'd said curtly, "No thank you."

Now you sit on your childhood bed with your legs open and a finger pressed lightly against you within your underwear. You're not even sure what to do, where exactly to touch, how to bring yourself to completion. You're twenty one years old but you've spent your entire life being the good, pure, God fearing girl waiting for marriage like her parents taught her.

"Enough," you whisper into the darkness, "I'm done waiting."

You yank your finger out of your panties and lay back on the bed, switching off the lamp and closing your eyes again. You've already decided before you drift off that you'll be paying Mr. Miller another visit tomorrow, as soon as possible.

He told you he wanted to teach you how to use your fingers; you intend to make sure he does.

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The Ring

Pairing: Sub!Hwa x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 6k

Summary: Seonghwa comes home after a day of schedules in that YSL shirt. After thinking about him all day you finally get to play with him and he wants nothing more than to let you.

If you want a nice audio to go along with this story @sugarnspice630 posted this one and it just fits sooo perfectly I couldn’t resist adding it.

Warnings: extremely sub Hwa, so much nipple play (duh he’s wearing that shirt), oral/fingering (f receiving), toys, ass play (m receiving, the bulk of this fic is ass play, if that’s not your thing don’t read this), overstimulation, dacryphilia, cum eating, slight choking, name calling, praise, slight degradation, begging. If I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: hiiii, it’s been a while! I’ve been working on this for ages 😭 I just didn’t have motivation to write anything for a long while. However, this shirt on Seonghwa made me go absolutely bonkers like I just wanna play with his nips y’know? I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @shinestarhwaa for requesting subhwa 🫶🏻 Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated :) (and yes I chose The Ring as the title to be funny bc well… you’ll see)

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You had been hanging around the house all day by yourself, trying to keep yourself busy with random tasks, watching your favorite show, playing videos games, even cleaning. You'd gone as far as getting yourself off three separate times but no matter what you did you couldn't distract yourself from all the dirty thoughts you were having about your boyfriend.

You had woken up early with him when his alarm went off even though you had the day off of work. You always liked waking up with him, even if it was at the ass crack of dawn sometimes. It meant you'd get a few snuggles in with him before he had to leave, which you appreciated since he would often be gone literally all day. Today wasn't any different except you cuddled too long, causing him to be a bit behind on getting ready. He showered faster than you'd ever seen him do. Seonghwa was usually the type to take his time as he took his hygiene and self care routine very seriously. But today he just didn't have the time, he had a photoshoot and various other schedules to get to.

It had all started when he came busting out of the bathroom back into your room, clad in nothing but the small beads of water he had failed to dry off of himself. They sparkled against his tan skin under the dim light of your bedside lamp and his wet hair hung messily around his face. It's not like you hadn't seen Seonghwa naked before, of course you had, plenty of times but there was just something about the way he looked in that moment, naked and wet, that made you instantly want him. You couldn't help this was yours bodies response and Seonghwa couldn't help that he didn't have time to do anything about it. No matter how much you whined about it.

You had eyed him up and down as he walked over to the dresser, definitely not staring at his cock as it hung soft in between his legs and certainly not thinking of making him late by putting it in your mouth. Your lingering gaze didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa as he chuckled, facing away from you while he grabbed his clothing out of the dresser, his cute little ass on display for you. Your panties suddenly soaked at the mere thought of bending him over the dresser so you could play with him. You weren't sure what had come over you so early in the morning, the sun not even up yet, but you were never one to ignore your desires and Seonghwa was never one to deny them.

"Seonghwaaaa." You whined as you crawled to the end of the bed, grabbing his ass playfully as you stood next to him and began to pepper his shoulder with kisses, your other hand playing across his stomach.

"Yesss." He giggled at your actions.

"You can be late can't you?" The hand you'd placed on his stomach flitted up to his chest, your thumb just barely catching one his nipples as your other hand massaged his ass.

"Ughh." He groaned in frustration, his head tilting back slightly. "This is really important, I can't be late today and I'm already running behind- ah!" You had let your hand wander further south to stroke at his slowing hardening cock. He breathed in deeply before catching your wrist in his hand and removing it, apprehensively, from his appendage. "I'm sorry, baby, I really can't."

You groaned but accepted your defeat, telling him it was alright to which he kissed you sweetly on the forehead and promised to make it up to you later when he got home. And it was that promise that had you on the edge of your seat all day.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, you heard the front door unlock. You nearly ran from your spot on the couch to meet him, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw him. He had been styled to all hell, but in the best way possible. He wore a pair of dark slacks, his hair straightened and framing his face perfectly. On top he had a blazer that matched the pants, underneath he appeared to be wearing something very sheer, it piqued your interest.

"Wow." You gawked as you strolled closer to him. "What's all this?"

"Got to keep the outfit today." He beamed.

"It's nice." You fiddled with the front of his jacket, trying to take a peak inside as unobviously as possible but he caught on quickly.

"You wanna see the shirt?" He cocked an eyebrow at you. You only nodded, a devious smirk playing on your lips. He laughed lowly, removing his jacket to reveal a long sleeve blouse, completely sheer and extremely see through. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, gosh he really was so beautiful. "Like it?" As if he even needed to ask, you were practically drooling as you eyed his toned torso throughout the fabric, paying close attention to the way it brushed over his nipples whenever he moved.

"Love it." You answered, placing your hands gingerly on his hips before leaning in to kiss him. "You look sexy, baby."

He didn't bother responding, instead lifting his hands to snake them through your hair as he kissed you back. You groaned into his mouth as you pulled your bodies together, your hands finding their way quickly under his shirt to roam over the soft skin of his back. You stayed like this for a little bit, just kissing, hands roaming, tongues sliding together, breath quickening. His pants did nothing to hide his growing erection, every passing second you could feel him growing harder, pressing into you. You had been waiting all day to touch him, to feel him up against you, to play with him how you knew he liked. Now that you finally had him you were becoming restless more quickly than normal.

Still standing in the entryway, you suggested moving things to your bedroom, he was quick to agree. You could hardly keep your hands off each other as you made your way there, stopping every couple of steps just to kiss and touch.

"Been thinking about you all day, Hwa." You said, your hands chasing after his hips as he backed into your bedroom.

"Oh yeah?" He pulled you flush to him, fingers tickling at your collarbones.

"Mhm." You smirked and dipped your hands down to grab at his belt buckle. "You gonna be a good boy for me?" He nodded as you began to undo his pants, smirking at the effect these simple words had on him. "Yeah?" You unzipped his slacks and pushed your hand into them, feeling his hard cock through his underwear. "Gonna let me play with you until I'm satisfied?"

He groaned at the contact. "God, yes." His normally sweet and innocent eyes had turned lustful in an instant, staring down at you with need.

"So hard already, baby." You continued to palm him through his boxers.

"Been thinking about you all day, too." His fingers dug into the skin of your shoulders as his eyes closed. His mouth fell open slightly as you snaked your hand inside his underpants. You grabbed him gently, stroking his length slowly and running your thumb over his leaking tip. "Can I touch you too? Please."

Without a word you retracted your hand and rid yourself of your top, leaving your chest completely bare for him. "You can touch me up here but not anywhere else yet. Got it?"

"Mhmm." He wasted no time, his hands flying to your tits as soon as you gave him permission. He pinched at your nipples, rolling the hardening buds between his fingers while he kissed down your jaw, relishing in the tiny noises he drew from your lips. "So pretty." He mumbled, his lips making their way to your neck.

He continued to massage your breasts as you returned your hand to it's previous position, allowing the other to explore underneath his top. He loved the way you touched him. Loved how your hands felt as they grazed his stomach and flitted up to caress his chest. He was always so sensitive to your touch, his body jolting at the feeling of your fingers on one of his nipples, a tiny whine escaping him. You let your thumb rub slow circles over the bud as he grabbed your face in both his hands, kissing you hard. You kept your ministrations up as his tongue entered your mouth with ease, tasting you like it was his first time.

Still slowly stroking his cock you pinched and pulled at his nipple, earning yourself a string of whines and groans as his head tilted backward. There was nothing prettier than the sounds he made and you couldn't wait to pull more out of him. "Take you clothes off and get on the bed." You instructed, pulling your hands from him. "But leave this pretty little thing on." You fingered the hem of his shirt.

He followed your instructions immediately, taking his pants and underwear off hurriedly before getting on the bed on his back, propping himself up slightly on the pillows. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking beads of precum onto his skin and shirt as he waited for you to come touch him. He stared at you hungrily, anticipating your next move, the mystery of what you might do sending excitement through him.

Today you weren't going to make him wait, mostly because you were so worked up already yourself. Usually, you'd tease him until he was begging and squirming, which admittedly didn't take all that long. But today you wanted to please him and then make him get you off afterwards, although you knew it wouldn't take anything to convince him. So before joining him on the bed you sauntered over to the closet, grabbing a box from the top shelf. Inside the box was every toy you and Seonghwa owned, save for some things like restraints and lingerie, neither of which were in your plans for the evening. Typically you'd just pick a toy and surprise him but you were feeling generous and wanted to let him choose.

"What do you want today, Hwa?" You asked, peeling the lid from the box and coming to sit beside him.

He looked at you wide eyed, surprised you were asking. "Whatever you want." He answered.

You set the box on the nightstand and touched his thigh gently. "I want you to choose, baby." You smiled, stroking his skin lightly. "Just pick what you want and set it on the bed." You turned your head away, wanting to be surprised.

You felt the bed shift a little underneath you and then heard him sifting through the box before he whispered out a meek "okay."

When you turned back to face him you were surprised to see three toys laid out next to him as opposed to one, which you were expecting. "Aren't we being a little greedy here?" You teased, taking note of the fact that they were all his and none were yours. "These are all for you, what about me?"

He was apologetic immediately. "I-I can put one back or swap one out-"

"Well, we're definitely not doing that." You nearly laughed, closing up the box and placing it on the floor before putting his chosen toys in it's place on the bedside table. "You chose these three things, we're gonna use all three. I guess you'll just have to work extra hard to get me off yourself then, huh?"

"I'll be good, I promise." He sat up, leaning into you, caressing your sides and kissing your shoulder. "Wanna make you cum." His fingers flitted back up to your chest, toying with your nipples once again as you sighed and turned to kiss him.

Before you knew it you were lying on your back, head pressed into the pillows with Seonghwa in between your legs, knuckle deep in your pussy. He had already made you cum once from just his fingers and was now determined to get you off again with his mouth. He loved how you writhed beneath him when he sucked on your clit and pulled at his hair when he curled his fingers inside you just right. You were a wet, sticky mess beneath him, gasping and moaning as your cunt clenched around him repeatedly.

There were few moments were Seonghwa got dominant but with his face pressed in between your thighs he leaned into it quite a bit more, which you never complained about. He'd edge you and overstimulate you until you switched roles again. You'd get this tone in your voice that let him know it was time to stop or give you what you want. And being the good boy that he was, he'd always listen.

"Fuuck." He groaned out, eyes darting upward to look at you, lips still attached to your leaking core. "Taste s'good." You couldn't find it in you to respond, at least not with words. Instead, gripping his hair tighter while grinding against him. While he played the dom part in this position, it was really you who was in control. He knew it, and loved it, wanting nothing more than to be controlled by you. "Fuck yes, baby, fuck my fingers." He was relentlessly pushing his digits in and out of you, an obscene squelching sound filling the air as he licked and sucked on your clit. He felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, watching your eyes roll back. "Gonna cum?"

"Mmm!" You whined, still unable to form a single coherent thought. The only thing on your mind the feeling of Seonghwa's long tongue dipping into your entrance with his fingers, your clit catching on his nose, your whole body seeming to light on fire at the sensation. Seonghwa loved it when you rode his face, wanted to be covered in your slick by the time you were done. You, of course, would grant his wish every time.

As you ground onto him with a tight hold on his hair he groaned lowly into you, the vibration of his voice sending you over the edge. Your body trembled and shook as you came undone, your legs snapping closed around your lover's head as he worked you through your high. As your body went slack he slowed his movements, massaging your thigh with his free hand and peppering kisses along your skin gently. He removed his fingers slowly, rubbing them through your soaked folds a few more times before you gave his hair a harsh tug. He got the message, retracting from your sensitive core completely and lifting his face to stare at you.

With your bare chest heaving, you looked down at him, and what a sight he was. His face glistened with your wetness, smeared across his nose and cheeks, dripped down his chin and with a wide smile and sparkling eyes he licked you off his lips. He sighed out, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, both his arms still hooked around you as he stroked your skin lovingly.

"I did good for you?" He asked.

"So good." You mused, sitting up a bit, your hand still tangled in his dark locks, you pulled him backward. He didn't resist, allowing you to do what you wanted. "Now it's your turn baby boy."

Seonghwa had grabbed three toys, a vibrating cock ring which you planned to put on him right away, and a butt plug and vibrator which you planned to tease him with until he was crying. You made him lie on his back first, sliding the cock ring onto his shaft and placing it just below the head, the vibrating part on the underside where you knew he liked it. He fisted the sheets while you stroked him lazily, not yet turning on the vibrations. His lips trembled as he watched you rub your palm over the head and pump him slowly, little gasps and groans escaping him.

"Feels good?" You questioned, although you already knew the answer.

"Fuck, feels so good." He answered.

"Ready for more?"

"Please." He nodded eagerly.

"Flip over, hands and knees."

He did as you said, switching positions to get on his hands and knees. He knew what was coming of course and his body shook with anticipation. You trailed your hands over his back, massaging him lightly, squeezing his shoulders and neck gently, raking your fingers through his hair. He still wore the shirt he'd come home in, it hung loosely around his shoulders as the hem brushed across the mattress. You let your hands travel down his sides and over his hips before squeezing his plump ass in both your hands, being sure to massage the flesh there too. As you did so he fell forward slightly, now supporting himself on his elbows as his breath quickened.

You grabbed a bottle of lube, dripping some in between his cheeks before coating your index and middle finger in the substance. You carefully rubbed your fingers over his hole, his breath hitching at the contact. You kept a slow pace, prodding your middle finger into his entrance just slightly before removing it to rub over him again. Simultaneously your free hand wandered over his soft skin, squeezing his cock and pinching his nipples, drawing out little whines from him. Any minute now he would start begging you to fill him and fuck him and let him cum. You sunk your middle finger into him completely and he groaned out into the sheets, his fists clenching at the feeling of you moving in and out of him slowly.

"Please, more." There it was. He lifted his head from the pillow it had been shoved into and peered back at you, his big brown eyes pleading as he whimpered for more. "Please, baby."

"Want another finger?" You asked.

"Yes, please." He nodded.

"Since you're being such a good boy."

You complied with his request, slotting your pointer finger in slowly next to your middle finger. He watched you still, mouth agape as you stretched him out, nearly drooling as you pumped you fingers a little faster. He groaned and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure and burying his face back in the pillows. Eventually your fingers moved quickly in and out of him, your other hand nonstop toying with his nipples. His body was shaking with every thrust of your fingers, moans and whimpers escaping him as you pinched and pulled at his sensitive buds which were now red from being played with. You purposely avoided touching his leaking cock all that much, wanting him as desperate as possible.

"P-please, fuck me." He whined into the pillow, his hips moving involuntarily with the motions of your hand. "Fuck, pleeease."

"You want your toy now, baby?" You slowed your movements, finally dropping your hand down from his chest to stroke at his cock, red and leaking all over the sheets.

"Yes, y-yes, want you to fuck me." He pleaded, voice shaking, taking on a high pitched tone. "P-please, please, I've been so good. Been a good boy. Wanna cum." He babbled on.

"You have been a good boy." You agreed, carefully removing your fingers from him. "My good boy." You grabbed his vibrator from the nightstand, lubing it up generously. It was certainly larger than your two fingers, but you knew he could take it. You rubbed the toy over his hole, prodding his entrance with the tip of it. "You're such a little slut, Seonghwa," He groaned. "Asking me to fuck you with three different toys. Begging me to fill you up."

"Yes, please, f-fill me, please." He was grinding his hips back onto the toy, desperate for it to enter him.

"You love it when I stretch you out? Fuck your tight little hole until you're crying?" You started to push the toy into him at an extremely slow pace.

"Please please please." He begged. "Please, more. Want m- unghh." He moaned as you turned on the vibrations, pushing it in further.

"I love it when you beg me, baby." You reached for his cock again, this time flicking on the cock ring. His whole body shuddered as you did so, causing the toy to slip in further and the most obscene sounds to fall from his lips. You began to slowly move the toy in and out of him, pushing it deeper with each thrust as you pumped his cock in unison. "Doing such a good job." You praised. "Taking it so well, Hwa. Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" He nearly shouted. "F-fuck, it feels so good. Love when you fuck me."

You continued like this for a little while, fucking him harder and faster but not yet letting the toy sink all the way in. You were honestly surprised he hadn't cum yet with the way he was mewling and gasping for air. At the very least you knew he must be close.

"D-deeper." He whimpered. "Need it deeper."

"Oh yeah? My baby boy wants the whole thing?" He nodded eagerly and whined when you gave him what he wanted. With the entire length of the vibrator sheathed inside him you released his cock from your hold and brought your fingers up to curl harshly into his hair. You pulled his face up from where it was in the pillow, his eyes wide as he looked back at you, face flushed, a bit of drool dribbling down his chin. You were no longer moving the toy in and out of him, instead just letting it sit inside him as it buzzed. Nearly every breath he exhaled was accompanied by a broken whimper, his mouth agape as he stared at you with all the admiration in the world. Without warning him you turned the vibrations up, hitting the button twice to put it at it's highest setting.

"Ah!" His breath hitched violently, the muscles in his back and arms tensing. His tanned skin now glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Please keep f-fucking me. Wanna cum. Let me cum please."

"Seonghwa, you can cum whenever you want, my prince."

"Mm-mm." He shook his head. "Don't wanna cum unless you- unless you're fucking me. Need you to fuck me." His voice trembled as he spoke and the way his fingers dug into the pillow told you he was holding back on purpose.

"Fuck, Seonghwa." You groaned at the sight of him, the throbbing in your pussy growing greater by the second. "Just need to have your ass fucked, huh?" You began to do as he asked, moving the toy in and out of him again, your other hand still gripping his hair. "Can't cum unless I play with your little ass? Fuck, look how good you're taking it." You released his hair, smacking his ass hard. He let out a high pitched strangled moan.

"Harder, please." He whined and you complied. Though you weren't sure if he meant fuck him harder or smack his ass harder, you opted to just do both. Going as fast and hard as your tired wrist would allow you to with the toy you slapped his cheeks a few more times, red marks beginning to form immediately. He was shaking now, a near constant stream of whimpers escaping his throat.

"Wanna cum?" You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

"Yes, yes, yes." He cried.

"Play with your cock then." You demanded.

He did as you said, snaking a hand underneath his torso to stroke himself needily. "Ahhh, I'm g-gonna cum, gonna cum for you."

"Dirty boy. Gonna cum from getting your ass fucked?"

"Yes! Fuuuuck." He was pumping his cock quickly, hips stuttering as he tried to simultaneously fuck into his fist and move his ass back on the toy. "Right there, oh fuck, don't stop!"

"When you cum you're gonna catch it all in your hand, understood?"

"Mmmmf!" He nodded.

"That's my good boy."

With your praise he fell apart, his other hand coming down to catch his release as his entire body shook. His voice cracked as he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape as he rode out his high.

"Good fucking boy, cumming so much for me." You continued to praise him as he shot his load into his hand. "Make sure you don't drop any or you'll be in trouble."

Once the trembling in his his legs died down you removed the vibrator carefully, setting it aside before turning off his cock ring. Seonghwa stayed in his position, face down, ass up, chest heaving, tiny sounds still managing to be heard from him.

"On your back now." You helped him turn over, gazing at his fucked out face. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed red and he glistened with sweat everywhere. "Use your cum as lube, I'm gonna ride you." You instructed, grabbing his butt plug off the nightstand. "And get this nice and wet for me." You presented it to him and he followed your directions, lubing himself up with his own release, gasping and whining at the feeling of overstimulating his softening cock. He then reached his hand out to rub it around the butt plug and without having to be asked shifted the cock ring to rest at the base of his shaft instead of the head. "You're being so good for me, baby." You cooed, rubbing the flesh of his thighs gently. "Now show me your little ass. You want it plugged up don't you?"

He nodded fervently. Hooking his hands behind his knees, not seeming to care one bit that one of them was fully covered in his arousal, he pulled them towards his chest, displaying himself for you just as you'd asked. His cock twitched against his stomach as he stared down at you In between his legs, rubbing the plug over his abused hole. He was fully hard again almost immediately, throwing his head back with his eyebrows threaded together as you pushed the plug past his rim. He squeaked when the plug settled fully in his asshole and you ran your hands along his legs, admiring him spread out before you.

"So pretty, Hwa." You complimented, pulling his legs back down onto the mattress and straddling him. "My gorgeous boy." You slotted your wet pussy right over his dick, grinding yourself over him, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands grabbed at your ass, encouraging you to continue to move. A bit of the cum that was still left on his hand now transferred to your skin but you didn't care, you'd both need a shower after this anyways. "This shirt looks so good on you, baby." You sat up a bit to trace his collarbones and shoulders through the sheer material before bringing your fingers down to his nipples, circling your thumbs over them gently. His breath caught in his throat, his body jumping slightly. "Awe, my baby's so sensitive." You pushed his shirt up, bending down to attach your mouth to one of his nipples, circling your tongue around it and nipping at it carefully with your teeth as you continued to pinch and pull at the other. This earned you a series of whines and his hands in your hair.

"Fuck. Please, wanna be inside you." He breathed.

"Oh yeah?" You pulled away from his chest and his own hands found their way to your breasts, giving you the same treatment he'd just received. You sighed out and closed your eyes. "Want you inside me too, Hwa."

You reached down and turned the vibrations back on his cock ring, causing him to jolt at the sensation. You pumped his hard cock a few times, sliding the tip through your folds and over your clit, both of you moaning. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length, the cock ring coming in contact with your clit as he bottomed out. You planted your hands on his chest as he grabbed at your hips, looking up at you with stars in his eyes, eyebrows pinching, mouth agape.

"Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good." His fingers dug into your flesh as you began to move.

Before long you were riding him like your life depended on it, bouncing on his cock quickly. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, as did both of your obscene moans. You were close to cumming already, the feeling of his fat cock filling you over and over mixed with the vibrations of the cock ring hitting your clit every time you came down on him causing you immense pleasure. Seonghwa didn't look like he was going to last long either, his fucked out expression only worsening with time, tears forming in his eyes, a few escaping. His overly sensitive cock just taking what you gave him. Eventually you collapsed onto his chest, grinding your clit over the cock ring while kissing his neck fervently, nibbling at his earlobe, making sure to whine right in his ear.

"Fuck, you're gonna cum aren't you?" He asked, voice cracking, slapping your ass harshly as you nodded into his shoulder. "Fuck yes, baby, cum on my cock." He encouraged, smacking your ass again. "Gonna cum with you. Gonna fill up your pussy. Can I? Fill up your slutty little cunt?"

“Fuck yes, Seonghwa.” You gripped his hair, feeling the coil within you getting dangerously close to snapping with his words. “Be a good boy, cum inside me. Fuuuck, I love your cock.”

“Please! Please cum!” He shouted suddenly. “S’too much, I can’t.” He let the tears flow freely now, it appeared he had been holding them in. With his arms wrapped around your torso he held your body tightly to his, with his eyes squeezed shut and his little sobs falling right into your ear. “Please, need you to cum. Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t.”

You felt his fingers digging into your back, his body shaking beneath you as he cried. You knew if he truly didn’t want to continue he’d use your safe word. Seonghwa took pleasure in the immense overstimulation and enjoyed crying for you because he knew you liked it when he did. “Yes, you c-can, Seonghwa. Doing so good, baby, just a little more- ohh shit.” You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, the heat in your core building. You wrapped your fingers around his neck, applying some pressure. “Cumming, Hwa, m’cumming! Fill up my pussy, baby.”

Didn’t have to tell him twice, he came immediately as your cunt clenched around him, both of your bodies shaking as you climaxed together. He let a loud, broken sob as he released deep into you. You both rode out your orgasms, panting and whining, Seonghwa still crying. After a minute, both your highs died down and you lied on top of him, sticky skin sticking to his as you released your heavy grip on his throat. He tapped at your back quickly.

“P-please, t-turn it off.” You had almost forgotten about the cock ring buzzing around his length. He sniffled as he spoke, his voice sounding pained. “Please! Turn if off, t-turn it off!”

You almost didn’t, considering keeping it on and fucking him again. But with the way he was crying and shaking you thought he might not be able to handle anymore. So you complied with his request, sitting up just enough to reach in between your sweat covered bodies and turn off the toy.

“There you go, baby.” You cooed, petting his face sweetly. He let out a sigh of relief, a jumble of quiet and tired “thank you’s” falling from his swollen lips. His head slumped to the side as his body calmed down a bit. “My prince looks so pretty when he cries.”

You kissed his jaw gently, swiping some of his tears away. You stayed like that for a little while longer, his cock softening inside you as you continued to stroke his skin softly and pepper him with gentle kisses. You couldn’t bring yourself to part from him yet, wanting to be connected to him forever. His breathing eventually slowed, his crying nearly subsided and he began to run his own fingers along your back. You felt his cum dripping out of you, spilling out down the sides of his shaft. You reached your hand in between your bodies once again, this time to collect some of the sticky substance that was dribbling out of you. You swiped your fingers around his dick and through your folds before bringing them up to his face.

“Open up.” You said softly. “Look at me.”

He obeyed. Opening his mouth and jutting his tongue out slightly while simultaneously opening his watery eyes to look at you. You slid your three fingers along his tongue and he closed his lips around them as you pushed them back into his mouth.

“Mmm.” He groaned around your digits.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised. “Do you taste good?”

He nodded and continued sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them and swallowing down the mixture of both your juices. When you removed your fingers he opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to show you he had swallowed it all. When he closed his mouth he puckered his lips cutely, silently asking you for a kiss. You obliged, pressing your lips sweetly onto his, parting his lips with your tongue. The salty taste of his own cum lingered and you could faintly taste it as you lazily made out. Before long you could feel him hardening inside you once again.

“Getting hard again, Hwa.” You whispered into his ear, placing chaste kisses along his jaw.

“Can’t help it.” He said quietly. “Pussy’s so warm around me.”

“You wanna go again?” You asked, very gently rocking your hips once. He immediately dug his fingers into your side, holding your firmly in place and shaking his head.

“No, can’t.” He almost sounded like he was going to cry again. “Please, can’t go again.”

“Shh, okay, it’s okay.” You pet his hair and carefully lifted yourself off of him. “No more tonight, baby, you did so good for me.” You continued talking to him as you sat beside him and reached down to remove the cock ring, trying your best to distract him from the feeling. “You wanna take a bath?” You began to pull the ring up his shaft slowly and his hands fisted into the sheets. He nodded, squeezing his eyes closed. “Okay, good. We’ll get you all cleaned up.” You wiggled the ring over the head of his cock, which was now bright red and overly sensitive. He sucked in sharply, a tiny squeak leaving the back of his throat as you the ring brushed over his sensitive tip. “Good job, honey.” You set the cock ring to the side and rubbed his arms lovingly. “You okay?”

He released the sheets from his tight grip and placed both his hands on your thighs, a tired smile spreading across his lips as he stared up at you. “I’m okay, my love. You take such good care of me.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled his face into your palm, giving you a kiss there. “Let’s get you into that bath then.” You leant down and kissed him. “Wanna cuddle.”

[unclewaynemunson]

Water was wet. Nights were dark. And Steve Harrington was straight. Those were all facts. Sure, Steve could see what made a man attractive, but that merely meant he wasn't blind, not that he wasn't straight. He loved girls. He loved holding delicate hands, he loved feeling soft curves underneath his fingers, he loved the taste of lipgloss on his lips, legs sticking out of skirts, the sound of high-pitched giggling, elegant feet in high heels...

So yeah, even if he saw what made a man attractive, he was still straight. Even if he could, hypothetically, see himself being attracted to some abstract man in some abstract scenario, he was still straight. He loved girls, so who cared if every now and then, he would turn his head to stare at a strong pair of male arms or a particularly well-shaped male bum? Who cared if, by high exception, he could lose himself in some fantasies of doing certain things with a guy instead of a girl? He loved girls. He would fall in love with a girl, and she with him, and they would get married and have kids, and he would be perfectly happy with that. So he was straight. It was a fact.

Or, well, it was a fact until it wasn't. Until the most mundane afternoon possible happened. Until he was sitting on the steps in front of the Munsons' trailer, with Eddie beside him and a sixpack placed between the two of them. It was one of those early spring days, when birds chirped louder and the sun made all the colors pop out just a little bit more and life was good.

Their beer wasn't cooled properly. Their snacks were very mediocre. They weren't talking about anything remarkable. And yet, they were only one moment away from Steve's whole sense of identity changing irrevocably. They were headed right towards a moment he would remember for the rest of his life.

Maybe deep down, he knew that he had been falling for a while, but he was an expert at ignoring inconvenient things. He had been able to call it friendship, or fascination, or even annoyance when he needed to get creative. So later, whenever someone would ask him when he fell in love with Eddie, he would always go back to this particular moment.

Eddie laughed about some lame joke Steve made and took another sip of his beer. And Steve's senses zeroed in on him like he had just unlocked some higher plane of existence. He noticed everything like he had never done before. The movement of his adam's apple when he swallowed, the curve of his neck, the way his curls cascaded over his shoulders looking as soft as sheep's wool... And, when he tilted his head back and looked at Steve again, the color of his eyes when the sun hit them just right: brown as rosewood and dark chocolate and acorns. As a small piece of autumn undefeated by this early spring day.

He felt an overwhelming urge to clash his lips against Eddie's right there, to feel stubble instead of lipgloss and wrap his arms around someone who was made of sharp edges instead of soft curves, to hold a big hand adorned with rings that were anything but delicate, to hear deep laughter instead of high-pitched giggles, maybe even a low moan against his ear...

It was in that moment that he understood what it really meant to be straight – and that it wasn't what he was.

He understood that it didn't matter how much he loved girls. It didn't exempt him from loving boys, and he couldn't choose who he'd fall in love with like he thought he could. He loved this boy right in front of him, the one who was currently talking a mile a minute and didn't notice a thing about the current drastic renovation of Steve's entire brain chemistry. And if he allowed himself to keep falling, he might just end up loving boys just as much as he loved girls.

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(idc how overdone the eddie-being-steve's-bi-revelation trope is, you can pry it from my cold dead hands. Here's yet another version of it and yes i will project my own experience on steve, no one can stop me)

[murdrdocs]

namor is a cuddle fucker and you can’t convince me otherwise. 16+

EDIT: ignore the fact that i call him ‘amor’ in this, i have now realized the flaws in such a nickname. however, i am still too lazy to go back and change it so.

when the warmth of the sun is steadily disappearing and the chill of the night makes itself known, he’s holding you close to his chest.

the ocean’s waves are inching closer to the two of you, attempting to call namor home, but he ignores them for just a little longer.

they’ve yet to reach dangerous territory. yet to pull you both away from your comfort. and until then, namor won’t pull away from you.

his lips are kissing at your shoulder and his hand is rubbing at the fabric covering your hips and waist and stomach. your legs are slotted together, and his chest is against your back so that you can feel the steady thrum of his heart shielded by his rib cage. even so, you feel it as if it’s guarded by nothing.

because that’s what namor’s like with you. letting down all of his inhibitions, allowing himself to be free from his past and present. just so he could be with you. so he can let that feeling deep inside of him come to the surface.

amor.

it’s what you call him as his lips sneak up the side of your neck.

long ago, when you were both getting to know each other, the name sounded almost foreign on your tongue. you hesitated when you spoke it, even though you meant it, and the hesitation made the syllables sound uncomfortable coming from your mouth.

but now you say his name with the same comfort of prayers and wishes and hopes.

now, in this mundane and comforting moment, his name sounds warning from your mouth.

he hears it, yet he hums as if he doesn’t.

although you’d called him as if you were going to continue speaking, you don’t. at least, not right away.

you sigh, and your eyelids close, and you push your hips further back against his. then, when his lips have made their way behind your earlobe, you speak up.

“again?” you ask, referring to the many times you’d been in a position similar to this one today alone.

“if you’re able to,” he murmurs into your skin. “if you’ll have me.”

he bares his teeth and your sigh is more of a whine when the bones nip down onto your earlobe.

“will you have me?” your name ends the request, and you’re sure that the way that he says it hypnotizes you and makes you agree. but that’s just you refusing to own up and acknowledge the way namor could always rile you up.

you’re not sure if you’ll be much help this time, and he senses this.

“i’ll do the work. let me make you feel good.” and you don’t have to be told twice.

your soft “okay” is lost in the wind and carried to the sea.

namor doesn’t waste any time.

you’re both aware of the salty water creeping closer and closer to your feet with each wave, an alarm clock inching towards it’s designated time, a time where you’ll both be pulled from this dream-like state and brought back to the reality of your responsibilities.

you try not to think about that as namor pushes your flimsy dress up to rest on your hip.

there’s a moment where his hands aren’t on you, and it lasts longer than you would’ve preferred. when his hands find your skin again, you involuntarily jump and his teasing chuckle makes your neck burn.

“it’s just me, my love. i’m right here.”

the head of his dick tickles you as namor urges your thigh forward. you’re bare, and still wet from the times before, so it’s embarrassingly easy for him to slide right in.

his rocks start slow as if he wishes to treasure the limited time you both have left with each other for a few weeks. but then he speeds up almost all at once. his warm, soft palm slides under the dress and rests under your breasts. his hold is firm, yet he’s also pulling you back, holding you tight against him so you’re able to hear the groans coming from his lips.

“still feel so good, my love. holding me just right. you were made for me, weren’t you?” you’re nodding, frantically, the movement hurting a bit with the stiff ferocity of it. he laughs again, and it’s equal amounts condescending and adoring, if possible.

“i waited all those years for someone to call ‘mine’ and it was so, so worth it, baby.” you’re swearing under your breath at this point. your legs are spreading, too. your thigh is lifting and your back is arching as you try to get him even deeper. it’s not working and you’re whining frustratedly. namor shushes you gently.

“it’s okay. i’ve got you. let me take care of you.” he does, of course. his free hand grips your hip forcefully, and he uses it to pull your cunt down onto his cock with each thrust.

you shouldn’t be so close already, but you are. and you’re upset about it. because cumming means that namor has to leave you. you’re trying to hold off, biting down onto your lip and tensing your muscles. and like he does with everything else, namor notices.

“don’t hold off, sweetheart. it’s okay. this isn’t the end, you know that. i’ll be back. i always come back.” and he does. he never leaves you alone and empty and cold for too long. there’s no reason for you to hold off or worry.

you let go.

your moans are covered by the other sounds around you but it wouldn’t matter anyway. you’re secluded, and no one could hear it. no one except your lover.

he’s reaching his own high, thrusts turning sloppy and his groans powerful and assertive in your ears.

your hand reaches down to rest over top his and you turn your head to get as close of a look at him as you can. his eyes are pinched shut, his skin is glowing in the moonlight, his curls are formed and frame his face perfectly.

without much thought to it, you push your lips to his. he reciprocates your kiss easily, a mess of teeth and tongue and spit swapping with your mirrored desperation.

“where do you want it?” he asks against your lips.

“inside, mi amor. please.” there’s no reason to beg because namor’s answering your request in just a few moments.

his forehead presses to yours and his hips stutter once more and then he’s shooting warm seed into your walls. you twitch with the newly added warmth, and your eyes flutter shut contently.

namor’s lips pepper kisses along your face as you come down and it takes him a while to slip out of you. even when he does, he doesn’t separate from you. you want to tell him that he needs to go. that he should return to his kingdom.

but for now, you let your body relax, and your eyes stay shut, and you remain in the moment.

[littlebluespoon]

Stuck (Again) Octo!König Part 2

Here we go, part 2. A bit of a darker but still as adorable König. This ended up three times the length of part 1 and I'm considering a part 3 if y'all want it :)

Part 1 - Stuck Part 3 - Unstuck Part 4 - Stranded

On the journey back to base you noticed that König was still bleeding, while it was slower than in his human form it was soaking through your shirt. At some point you were going to have to treat him but you had no experience in aquatic shifters and seeing as it wasn’t in his file, you doubted the Kortac medics knew more than you. Of course, priority number one was to get him unattached from you, 

“König, you’re still bleeding. You gotta let go so I can figure out how bad it is.” Gently you try to pry his tentacles off but every time you get one and move onto the next he just re-attaches it,

“König! You need to let go now!” you resort to scolding and annoying him in the hope that something will work, “You need medical attention you stubborn ass, let go or shift back.” Emphasising each word with a poke to his face.

A staring contest with an octopus was not on your to-do list for today. But for the last hour it’s the only thing you’ve accomplished. Everyone else has been seen to, all patched up and every joke about your new accessory ignored, even the paperwork has been finished. You needed a plan and you needed to know more about octopuses.

Firing up everyone’s best research tool, Google, you delve into the world of an octopus. Learning that their tentacles are actually arms and that they taste with them; that they have a beak; three hearts and that they can lose and regrow their arms. The last fact seemed the most important to you, it meant you didn’t have to be gentle in pulling him off you. But first you tried something a little less rough, getting into the shower. Figuring that he had to be feeling a little dried out you opted to get under the water and hoped it would encourage hum to pull off. It took some persistence but after about ten minutes and with some more, slightly rougher prodding, König eventually detached himself from your chest,

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” you gently splash some water over him and watch as he rolls around, throwing it all over the place. 

After a while of playing and laughing at the small octopus’s antics you made a move to get up as your wet clothes were getting uncomfortable but the movement startled König,

“hey, no, sorry buddy. I didn’t mean to scare you,” you’re reaching forward to pick him up when it happens, “ No, König come back!” he scurries off, faster than you thought he could and by the time you’ve slipped your way through the shower bank, he’s gone.

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In the weeks following on base, you only ever saw König out of your peripheral. Always lingering but with no interaction. And then Kortac were called out. Months went by with no sign of him but every week you learned a little more about him. Taking aquatic hybrid first aid courses, researching more about octopuses and their hybrid types. Learning that they were solitary animals explained a lot for you and it was in your first aid courses that you learned how rare an octopus hybrid is. Most female octopus hybrids die after giving birth, it's something they have in common with the animal counterpart, so they mostly live isolated lives with only other females for company and it’s the males that keep the genetics going by taking a human partner.

The day König returned to your life was a bad day. You slept through your alarm and missed parade, your supply delivery was missing nearly everything you’d ordered, drowning in paperwork meant you missed lunch and to top it all off, it had not stopped raining. So when you heard the shouts outside the infirmary you nearly burst into tears. Instead your door burst open and six men rushed in carrying König. Time froze, you could no nothing but stare at him, at the cuts, burns, the pole sticking out of his arm. The blue blood covering the room in seconds. In reality you were already screaming orders and reaching for your fully stocked aquatic first aid kit. Something that had never been used, something that you had only gotten for him even though he wasn’t your responsibility. 

Hours passed; marked by vital checks, medicine doses and dressing changes. Hours passed and König remained unconscious, too exhausted to even trigger his body’s defences and shift into his smaller, more durable form. Hours turned to days. Days that were marked by the cold cups of tea left undrunk, the smell of antiseptic burning its way into your skin, the cold of his hand under yours. You had vowed to not move until you were sure he’d heal. Until he shifted and you could carry him with you.

Eight days passed in this manner. You as quiet as him, only your breathing and the machines made noise in the room. That’s when it happened, the heart rate monitor alarmed, the oxygen meter, everything in the room was going off but all you could do was stare at him. Now dwarfed in the bed was König, seven and a half arms, bright orange, and awake. And trying to run away,

“Oh no you don’t.” You snatch him up from the edge and immediately pull him to your chest, “Not this time buddy, you’re missing half an arm and even if you weren’t you lost so much blood I looked like a smurf!” sensing that he wasn’t getting away, you watched with a fond smile as he squirmed his way under your shirt and returned to his favourite spot.

“Right, now that you’re out of danger and awake lets get some food first. Crab or shrimp?” You asked the little guy, giving him a pet on the head and chuckling as he lets out a series of clicks. 

Walking into the mess hall meant you were rushed by every Kortac soldier there,

“Is he okay?” “Can we see him?” “Will he survive?” 

While not a very sociable person, König was well respected as a soldier and commander. The lower ranks looked up to him and idolised him.

“He’s fine, he’s doing a lot better but he needs some more monitoring. I’m sure you can all see him soon.” You let them all know that you’ll tell him they were asking and pass on their get well soon messages before heading through to the kitchen and to the freezer at the back which held the specially ordered food for hybrids with dietary requirements.

Dinner was interesting. If anyone was watching you they were going to think they were hallucinating as they watched you drop bits of crab down your top. The few sounds König made were quite, small pops and low whistles that only you could hear and you hoped it meant he was enjoying the food. In between feeding him you fed yourself and eventually it was time for to head back, König needed more medicine and you wanted to check for infections after your little excursion.

“On the bed please, I gotta grab your medicine.” Expectedly holding out your hand for him to climb onto as you pull down your shirt but he doesn’t move, “König, sweetheart, move.” More prodding, more pulling, all id did was leave you with little sucker shaped bruises.

“König, I swear to god I’m not doing this again. Get on the bed. Maybe, if you behave- we can go in the shower again” Bargaining was your last resort, you couldn’t check him over if he was still attached to you.

Slowly you watched as König’s arms moved, one at a time, to pull him up your body. Pulling harder at your skin than he had before to leave marks up your neck before eventually settling on your throat with his arms wrapped around your neck. Your protests were short lived as the second you opened your mouth he squeezed a little tighter, not relaxing until you stopped trying to speak altogether.

Your night continued like this, paperwork was done with the occasional ink drip, talking to patients was done with as few words as possible, bending over wasn’t comfortable and your top ended up soaking anyway as König dumped your wattle bottle over himself and then demanded more with whistles increasing in pitch as you refused. As you signed the last report you tried once more to get him off,

“You’ve had your fun König but I’m tired. I want to go to bed and you need medication so plea-“ your words are cut off by a harsh squeeze that takes your breath away. Louds clicks punctuated by the slapping of tentacles against your skin fill your ears before eventually you’re allowed to breathe again. Taking the hint, you make your way to the shower before bed, promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll find a way to get him unstuck.

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As always, asks and requests are open. Feel free to send me stuff, questions, whatevers 💙

[callme-holly]

Hii thereee!! I was wondering if you could write smth Soda related. Maybe a first date with him like a picnic maybe? Or something like that. That's all!! Hope you have a great day/night and your writing is so scrumptious omggg🙏🏽😭

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 [𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I apologise that this isn't exact! I started off following the ask and then everything kinda took a turn and this happened... Im also on a trip for a couple of days so I won't be able to post. Anyways, hope ya'll enjoy and as always

my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 984 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none!!

The sun was hot on your skin, and the warm breeze did very little to cool you off as you sat beside Soda on the front porch of the Curtis home. He has an arm draped around your waist, holding you close despite the oppressive heat, and a can of pepsi held loosely in his free hand. His usually greased-up hair is damp with sweat and sticking up at odd angles, the product of having been run through several times that day. He looks relaxed, seemingly somewhat content with sitting beside you, his fingers tracing idle patterns into your side. 

Normally, he’d be running about the front yard with the rest of the gang and a football, laughing loudly, until Darry called for them to “knock it off and come inside.” Today, though, Soda simply sits on the porch steps, watching with a grin as Two-Bit chases Pony with the hose, Steve jeering him on from the sidelines. Johnny’s standing a couple feet away, a small smile on his lips as he watches the chaos unfold before him, occasionally dodging a stray stream of water directed at him. 

You lean your head against Sodapop’s shoulder, ignoring the heat and the sticky fabric of your sundress, keeping your gaze focused on the group before you. Soda takes a sip of his drink, and you can tell by the way his leg bounces that he wants nothing more than to join the fray. 

A small smile tugs at the edges of your lips. You reach over and intertwine your fingers with his, his leg stilling almost immediately at your touch. He looks down at you, tilting his head much in the same way a dog might when curious, his brow furrowed.

“Everythin' okay?” His voice is impossibly soft, and you feel warmth bloom in your chest. You squeeze his hand and nod, your gaze straying over to where the gang is playing. The hose is now in possession of a very pissed-off and very wet-looking Dallas, whose blonde hair sticks to his forehead in dripping strands.

“You can go join them, you know.” Soda follows your gaze, nodding slowly. 

“I know,” He turns back to you, shrugging lightly as he squeezes your hand in return. “But I promised you a date, and if I can’t give you that, then the least I can do is sit here with you, right?” He gives you a lopsided grin, pulling you in closer so that you’re practically pressed against him. You let out a soft laugh and shook your head, tucking your face into his shoulder. Soda presses a kiss on your hairline, resting his chin against the top of your head and grinning like an idiot. 

The two of you were meant to go out today, taking advantage of his day off in hopes of catching a movie or taking a picnic to the lot. But the extremely hot weather meant that Darry didn’t want either of you out for too long, forcing you to spend your date out in the yard with the gang. 

You watch with fond amusement as Steve tackles Two-Bit on the lawn, the both of them struggling for control over the hose, sending water spraying in all directions. A chorus of yells and laughs fills the air, and Soda fidgets beside you, clearly desperate to join in on the fun but hesitant to abandon you. 

You reach over and gently pat his thigh. 

“It'll be fine,” You reassure him, giving his other hand a light squeeze. “Go join 'em.” He sighs heavily and stands, reluctantly letting go of your hand to walk towards the commotion on the grass. Within seconds, he's lost amidst the throng of boys, and you're left alone on the porch, listening to them scream and laugh amongst themselves. 

Occasionally, Soda turns to flash you one of those blinding smiles that you love so very much, before he's brought back to the game by Steve jumping on his back, the pair rolling about in the wet grass, mud staining their clothes. 

The scene makes you chuckle, and before you know it, you find Soda bounding towards you once more, arms outstretched, his smile just as bright as always. You grimace at his soaked state, wrinkling your nose a little as he tries to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Sodapop Curtis, don't you dare.” You threaten playfully, trying to swat his hands away as best you can as he advances on you. 

His grin turns mischievous. “Aw, Y/N, you're no fun.” He grins wider, grabbing one of your hands and pulling you up from the wooden porch step. You stumble, giggling as he twirls you around before encircling his arms around your waist and pressing his face into the side of your neck. 

“You’re wet!” You chastise him, pushing gently against his chest, trying desperately to wriggle free. He only holds you tighter, and you eventually give in, relaxing in his hold, a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips as he peppers kisses across your neck and face. 

When he finally pulls away, he’s got an impossibly bright grin on his face, his arms still slung securely around your waist. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't take you on that date I promised.” He says it softly, leaning down to press his lips against yours. It's sweet and chaste, and you melt against him, your fingers running through his wet hair.

“Don’t apologise,” You mumble, pulling back slightly so you can look up at him. You brush a few stray hairs from his eyes, and he blinks lazily at you, leaning into the touch. “We have plenty of other days for dates.”

His answering smile is wide, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “Yeah?”

You give him a nod, leaning in to press another kiss on his lips. “Yeah.”

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[pinksturniolo]

Biggest Fan: Part Two

Summary: The one in which a fan gets rear ended in a car accident by none other than Christopher Sturniolo during her stay in Los Angeles.

A/N: This is my first series I will be publishing on here! There will most likely be 3 or 4 parts. I hope you like it and I’m really excited to share with you all. :)

Content Warnings: smut, oral receiving/giving, fingering, penetration, slight degradation, swearing, brief mentions of blood, head injuries, mentions of a car accident. mentions of a panic attack

word count: 5,287 😳

I was inspired by this song:

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‎ 𐮙ღ✰☾✿ღ𐮙

You were having a panic attack.

You tried to calm down in the 5 minutes it took Matt to drive to their house, but your thoughts continued to race, and your hands became shakier the more your head continued to throb with pain. Your wet sneakers squeaked against the floor as they led you into the house, having a seat at their kitchen table. You were starting to get tunnel vision, your breaths getting more rapid by the second. You’ve had panic attacks before, but this was the first time in a long time it’s occurred and the fact that you were inside the home of your favorite Youtubers did not help. Nick and Matt announced they were going to shower, being that you all got drenched in the rain, both of them giving you hesitant looks. “Chris, go find the first aid kit. We’ll be right back.” he instructed, giving you one last look before they both disappeared to their rooms.

Chris sat next to you, hovering his hand over your shoulder, unsure if he should touch you or not. “Hey, you okay?” he asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Yeah... I just feel really lightheaded all of a sudden. I think I need to lie down.” You responded, dropping your head into your arms on the table, closing your eyes. You tried taking deep breaths to calm your pounding heart.

Chris jumped up. “Of course, you can lie down in my room while I go look for the first aid kit.” He said, making you lift your head to look at him in surprise. “Oh no, I meant like on the couch. I don’t want to invade your privacy...” You laughed nervously. He shook his head, a smile forming on his face. “I’m the one who invited you here, I promise I don’t care. Besides, I’d rather my bed get wet than the couch. I can always wash the sheets tomorrow.” He said, reminding you that were still in your wet clothes, now including his hoodie which also had a bloody sleeve. You let out another nervous laugh. “Right…”

“Come on.” Chris said, motioning for you to follow him downstairs. Once you got to his room, he switched the light on and patted the bed, inviting you to sit down. You did slowly, your arms shaking as you perched on the edge. He was still standing, looking down at you. Now that he could see you in better lighting, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were. You had plush, pink lips and warm brown eyes, giving him the most innocent look that tugged at his heart strings. Water droplets were falling from the long dark hair that framed your face, dark red nails gripping the side of his bed. There was no doubt he was extremely attracted to you.

He noticed your leg bouncing in nervousness, your black converse making a small damp spot on his carpet. “Do you want to take your shoes off? I can put them in the garage so they can dry a little bit.” He spoke. His stare was making you even more nervous and you were grateful he broke the silence. “Oh yeah, sorry I-“ you started to say when he suddenly crouched down, carefully taking your left ankle in his hands and slipping off your shoe, then doing the same with the right one. Your eyes widened, butterflies again swarming your stomach at the light touch. You watched as he stood back up, both your shoes in his hand as he crossed the room to his dresser, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. He came back over, setting the clothes next to you on the bed. He smiled sweetly at you, seeming to ignore the fact that he just removed your shoes for you. “You can change into these while I go look for that kit, okay?” he says, making his way towards the door. “Uh… thank you…” You say meekly. “No problem, sweetheart. Be right back.” He responds, looking at you once more with a smirk before he closes the door, noticing the obvious look of fluster on your face, your jaw slightly dropping.

Sweetheart? Did he really just say that? If your heart could beat any faster, it would explode out of your chest. Was he flirting with you?

So far, he had insisted that you come to his house, willingly brought you to his room, gave you his clothes, touched your face in the car earlier, took off your shoes and called you sweetheart. Not to mention the longing stare he was giving you earlier. You know that any girl would kill to be in your place. But you wanted nothing more than to leave the minute you got here.

Would you have the chance to sleep with him if you stayed? You weren’t the type to throw yourself at any guy, even if it was Christopher Sturniolo himself. Let’s just admit it, even if you were that type, you didn’t have the guts to act upon your desires. You were way too shy. Not to mention, you’re just a fan. Who’s to say he even found you attractive? What if he was just taking pity on you? What if he-

These are the thoughts running through your head as you sit on the black sheets of his bed, your hair, clothes and socks completely soaked from the rain that was currently pouring down outside. The cut on your forehead from the accident burns as you reach up to touch it. You wince, blood dripping onto your fingertips as you look down at your hand. Your stomach starts to turn in on itself, a wave of nausea starting to set in. You decide this was a bad idea to come here and are about to bolt out of the room but before you can stand up, Chris comes through the door, a clean towel in his hand and some more items in his other hand, a look of panic on his face once he makes eye contact with you.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” He speaks.

You let out a small laugh, smoothing your palms on the top of your thighs to try to calm your nerves down.

“I’m fine, this is just… a lot. I feel like I’m intruding.” You reply, looking hesitantly around his room.

This whole night has been surreal, and you still have no idea how you ended up in this situation. Chris sits next to you, handing you the towel to dry yourself off. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, a smile on his face again. “I literally rear ended you in a car accident and you think you’re intruding?” he says, shaking his head. “Stop worrying about intruding and let’s focus on the real issue here. That cut on your head is still bleeding. I couldn’t find the first aid kit, but I brought another clean towel and some bandages.” He then brings the smaller towel he brought with him to your face, gently wiping the blood clean that had trickled down from your forehead. Your breath slightly hitches, and you clutch the other towel to you, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Is this okay?” he asks, pausing his movements. “Yes.” You say after a few seconds. He continues cleaning your face and putting some pressure on the cut while you use the towel he gave you to dry your thighs and legs. Once he finishes, he places the bandage on the wound and you can’t help but stare at him, a cute look of concentration on his face. Your nerves slightly go away and your heart rate slows down, Chris’ presence bringing a sense of calmness to you. The silence is comfortable instead of awkward. You no longer feel like you want to run to the nearest exit. “All good.” He says, pulling away from you. “Thank you again. I wouldn’t have pegged you as the nursing type.” You joke, a playful smile on your face. He scoffs, his eyes narrowing at you. “You’re funny. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He then glances at the clothes he had set next to you earlier.

“You don’t want to change? I know they’ll probably be a little big on you but if you stay in your wet clothes, you might catch a cold. And I would know, seeing as I have great nursing skills and all.” He adds, making you laugh. “I’m gonna take a shower in Nick’s room so I can get dry as well. I have a shower over there in my bathroom, I don’t mind if you use it.” He says and you open your mouth to protest but before you can talk, he holds up his hands and cuts you off. “I promise it’s fine. You can lock the door behind me and take as long as you need to. I swear. I just want you to be more comfortable.” He said, a serious look on his face. You roll your eyes and take a deep breath, knowing that Chris is just as stubborn as you are and won’t take no for an answer in this situation. “Okay, okay. I’ll call my friend and see if she can come get me once I’m done.” If she’s even up at this time.

“Deal.” He nods and smiles as he seems to be satisfied with your answer, standing up and grabbing some clothes to take with him. He walks toward his door, giving you another reassuring smile. Before he can walk out, you speak again. “Thank you, Chris. Honestly. I really do appreciate how nice you’ve been tonight.” He can’t help the way his heart skips a small beat at the sound of you saying his name and the genuine smile on your face. “You’re welcome.” He responds, winking at you and closing the door with a soft click.

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You took a hot shower, careful not to get the bandage on your head wet, changing into his clothes and placing a dry towel on the spot on his bed you were sitting in earlier. You already felt ten times better now that you were dry and clean. You gathered your wet clothes, placing them into a neat pile on his bathroom floor. Then you grabbed your phone, checking the time. 2:30 am.

You silently prayed your friend Isabel would answer as you called her. You really didn’t want Matt to have to drive you back to your hotel and you also didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

Ring ring ring.

She didn’t answer. You tried 2 more times and called your other friend that came with you.

Still no answer. Fuck.

You sighed, sending them a text to call you as soon as they could. You set your phone back down on Chris’ nightstand, looking around his room again. It was slightly messy but not as much as you would have thought. There were little knickknacks here and there, pieces of his personality throughout the room. It smelled like his cologne and was still slightly warm from the shower you took. Chris knocked on the door, interrupting you creepily observing his room.

You walked over and opened it for him, a cheeky smile already on his face. His hair was slightly wet from the shower, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white tank top on.  He looked insanely good.

You stopped yourself from staring any longer and moved aside so he could walk in. The way he called you sweetheart earlier replays in your head.

“Feel better now?” he asks, looking you up and down. “My clothes look good on you.”

You clear your throat, ignoring his comment despite the immediate swarm of butterflies it gives you. “I called both of my friends I’m staying with, but they didn’t answer. I was going to try again in a few minutes.”  You said, self consciously covering your chest with your arms as you realized you did not have a bra on and the air was now cold from the door being opened, letting all the shower steam out.

Chris walks past you, plopping down on his bed, leaning back on one of his elbows with his legs spread. “Okay… well either way I don’t mind if you have to stay. Matt and Nick already passed out after harassing me to make sure you were okay, and Matt has no problem driving you home later on.” He responds. You just look at him, unsure what to say. Considering the events of tonight and how many times Chris has made it clear he doesn’t find it weird you being here, you’re ready to just agree with him from now on. Your body and mind feel exhausted at this point, and you don’t really have it in you to argue anymore.

He’s still staring at you, waiting for your response when you finally take a seat next to him, tucking your legs underneath you. “Alright then, guess I’m stuck here for the time being.” You say and Chris tries to hide his excitement. “I do have a good question for you though.” You add, putting your chin in your hand and giving him a playfully stern look. He raises his eyebrows, curious as to what you’re going to say next. “Shoot.” He answers. “What the hell were you doing when you hit me?” You ask and he immediately throws his head back, laughing. You can’t help but laugh too, the sound like music to your ears.

“Matt had agreed to let me drive home from Taco Bell and I swear I was doing great. Next thing I know, I’m choosing the next song to play on aux, and I look away for one second and there you are, appearing out of nowhere. Actually, now that I think about it, I think it was your fault that I hit you.” He says, smirking at you. You give him a deadpan look which makes him laugh again. “Yeah okay buddy. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You respond back, relaxing against his pillow.

He seems to mirror your comfortable position and lays on his side across from you, still leaning on his elbow, placing his head on his fist. “I haven’t even asked your name yet. What is it?” He said. “Y/N.” You answer. “Y/N.” He repeats with a smile. “Pretty name.” You feel a blush creep across your face which only makes his smile widen.

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For the next hour, you and Chris talk. The conversation flows easily between you two. He asks about college and what you’re currently studying, your hometown, and how long you will be in LA. He genuinely seems interested in what you have to say, and to your pleasant surprise, he’s just as funny in real life as he is on camera. Not to mention, just as gorgeous. As corny as it seems, you can’t help but get lost in his dreamy blue eyes. The way his hair falls in his face and how strong his arms look in his tank top. And his voice. God, you could talk to him for hours. You couldn’t help but wonder how he was in bed, if he talked you through it, if he was rough, or if he was into praising.

Unbeknownst to you, Chris is admiring you as well. He listens to you when you answer his questions with ease and he appreciated the fact you didn’t ask him too many personal questions about his life. He loved the way your lips move when you talked, how your eyes lit up when you mentioned your friends and family. He couldn’t help but notice your alluring figure even in his baggy clothes and he definitely noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra. He wondered when or if he would ever get a view of your plush thighs again, how good your lips would feel against his, if you were flexible enough to let him hold your ankles by your head when he was deep inside you. He felt the slight tension earlier when he removed your shoes for you and to be quite honest, it took every ounce of strength in him not to touch himself in the shower.

A loud rumble of thunder outside broke you and Chris’ current debate on the best flavor of ice cream. You glanced at the time on your phone. 3:45 am. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, fatigue starting to set in. He also looked tired, the whites in his eyes slightly red. “I don’t think your friends are coming anytime soon…” he said softly, scooting onto the other side of the bed next to you, getting underneath the blanket. Suddenly you felt hot, your heart rate picking up a little. Surely he didn’t expect you to sleep in here with him?

“Yeah I figured as much. I’ll just get some rest, I’m pretty exhausted.” You said, getting up to go to the living room, your intentions to sleep on the couch. But before you could leave, he grabbed your wrist. “Where are you going?” He asked, a puppy dog look in his eyes. Your eyes widened, glancing at his grip on your wrist. “Um… The couch?” You replied with confusion in your voice. He simply shook his head, dropping your wrist and patting the spot you were just in. “It’s fine. Just sleep in here.” He said, opening the blanket for you to get under.

 You hesitated for a while until he said, “I don’t wanna hear any excuses that you’re intruding or suggestions of me going to the couch instead cause there’s no way you’re gonna kick me out of my own bed.” He said, earning a scoff from you. You got back onto the bed, laying down next to him, ensuring there was as much space as possible between the two of you. “Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are?” You said, closing your eyes since you could barely keep them open anymore. He chuckled, his voice raspy with fatigue when he replied, “Anything to get you in bed next to me, princess.”

Your eyes shot open at his response, and when you made eye contact with him, his expression was unreadable, any hint of joking gone from his features. You were unsure what to say or if you had even heard him correctly.

Princess.

Sweetheart.

Never in a million years would you have ever thought you would hear Chris Sturniolo call you a pet name. It drove you crazy.

He started to feel bad as you stared at him blankly, worried that he crossed a line.

“Am I making you uncomfortable? I swear that’s not my intention. If you feel weird, I can go-“ he said and you started to shake your head.

“Chris. I’m not uncomfortable at all… It just makes me nervous when you say things like that.” You admitted. He smirked and then clapped suddenly which made you jump. You burst into laughter once you realized what he did. The lights had turned off. “Oh my god. Of course you have clap on, clap off lights.” You said, still trying to control your laughter. He laughed with you, closing his eyes and getting more comfortable in the bed. “Don’t make fun of me.”

You turned away from him, letting your eyes close as well, ready to let the sleep take over your body. But for the second time around today, you still found yourself not being able to. This time, it was because you couldn’t stop thinking about Chris’ voice calling you princess and sweetheart, the way his touch felt on your face and how the simple act of him taking off your shoes turned you on. You squeezed your thighs together, starting to feel a throb from your salacious thoughts.

You heard Chris toss and turn a couple times, knowing he hadn’t fallen asleep either. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And you knew tension wouldn’t be that thick unless the other person was having the same thoughts. You were in a bed with the guy you had an embarrassingly huge crush on. You thought. Who knows when you will have this chance again? Obviously, the universe had set a fucking huge opportunity in your lap, and you would be an idiot if you didn’t take advantage.

 You knew if anything was going to happen, you would have to be the one to make the first move.

You’re not sure where this sudden wave of confidence came over you as you spoke out loud after what had felt like an eternity. “Chris… were you flirting with me earlier?” You ask, your heart beating so hard you could hear it in your ears.

“What do you think, Y/N.” He simply replied, his voice raspy.

The thunder echoed again outside, rain still beating down. The early morning hours made the room a dark, midnight blue color, some light seeping in from the street, the scent of his strong cologne still in the air.

You turned towards him, and his eyes were already on you, his expression dark, sending a small shiver through you, butterflies gathering in your stomach for the thousandth time tonight. He stared into your eyes and then your lips and back to your eyes again. You moved closer to him, letting out a shaky breath. You slowly placed a hesitant hand to his chest. His heart was racing.

You bit your lip, staring at his. A few more inches and they would connect with yours. You looked into his eyes again, searching for some sort of approval.

“If at any time, you want to stop or you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop. Understand?” he said quietly, placing a hand on your waist, pulling you closer. You nodded, moving your hand on his chest, to his face, your lips now brushing, sending sparks through your body. “I need words, princess.” He whispered. “Yes.” You breathed, your lips finally connecting.

The tension that had been building the whole night seemed to snap and burn the moment you kissed. His lips molded with yours perfectly, and you slid your hand into his hair, the deeper the kiss got, both of you moaning from the passion that had been ignited. You already felt wetness between your thighs, knowing how much of a mess you were beginning to make in his sweatpants. His tongue slipped into your mouth, only making your stomach do somersaults and he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your leg around his waist. You pulled on his hair slightly, making him groan into your mouth. He then traced kisses down your jaw and onto your neck as you leaned your head back for easier access. He sucked and licked and bit his way all over your neck, leaving little love bites in his trail. He held you even tighter to him as you kept your leg wrapped around him, and you suddenly felt how hard and big he was through his sweatpants, making you lust for more.

This had gotten hot and heavy fast, the passion and chemistry from both you of pouring out, small moans and whimpers filling the room. He continued the assault on your neck until you couldn’t take it anymore, your wetness growing by the second and your fingers in his hair gripping for dear life. At this moment, all your nerves had disappeared, your need to feel him even closer becoming your main priority.

“Chris.” You exhaled with a shaky breath, moving your hands to grip his broad shoulders. He moaned against your neck, trailing his plump lips back to yours. “Say my name again.” He whispered against you, his breathing hard. “Chris… I need you.” You replied, letting your hands smooth down his chest and then dip down to go under his shirt, feeling his stomach flex against your fingertips. He hummed and took your bottom lip in between his teeth, biting very softly. “How do you need me, sweetheart?” he asked, teasing you and looking into your eyes. “Show me.” He demanded.

You took his hand and moved it to where you needed him most, dipping into your sweats. You weren’t wearing any underwear, he discovered, as his fingers slicked through your folds. “Fuck… you’re soaked.” He breathed, circling a finger around your entrance, making you moan loudly as he moved it back up, making slow, small circles around your clit. “Please, Chris.” You whined, feeling the neediest you ever have. “Please what? Hm? You want me to make you feel good?” He said, now putting his hands under your shirt and grabbing your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples. “Yes. Please. Yes.” Was all you could manage, your hands gripping his shirt, lifting it up so he could take it off. He removed his hands from your breasts, slipping his shirt over his head quickly and then moving so he could hover over you. He lifted your shirt now, helping you remove it, leaning down to leave wet kisses down your chest and stomach, making you squirm, stopping near the top of your sweatpants.

He looked up at you, his blue eyes almost black with lust, his lips swollen and red, his hair wild. The sight almost made you moan aloud. “Can I take these off?” he asked sweetly, his hands around your hips, ready to pull your pants off once you gave him the approval. You nodded and he squeezed your hips roughly. “Words, please. I’m not gonna tell you again, mama.” He says, giving you a stern look.

“Yes. Take them off already.” You say in a rush. He smirks at your neediness, pulling the sweats he gave you down your legs and off your body, discarding them somewhere on the floor. His large hands splay across your thighs, spreading you open for him, and he groans at the sight of your arousal glistening in the dim light of the room, leaning down to place kisses along the insides of your thighs, sucking and leaving more hickeys on your body.

“Remember what I said, princess? If you want to stop, just tell me.” He says, still holding your legs open for him. “Yes, Chris.” You respond.

“Good girl.” He says, then taking a finger and slowly pushing it into you.

You lay your head back, closing your eyes, your heart racing and fingernails digging into his bed sheets. The pleasure from just his finger alone is enough to elicit a fire through your body as he fucks it in and out of you for a few moments before adding another finger, making your back arch slightly. “Fuuuckk…” You moan quietly, your teeth biting down hard into your bottom lip. He’s in a trance watching your slick arousal coat his fingers, the wet sounds and your sweet moans like music to his ears. His dick twitches painfully in his pants as he wants nothing more than to know what you feel like around him, crying out his name while he stretches you out.

But he wants to take his time with you. He’s been enamored by you since he first laid eyes on you and wants to give you everything you deserve. He lays down on his stomach now, strong arms wrapping around your thighs, keeping you wide open, and he looks up at you seeing your blissful expression and eyes screwed shut. “Y/N. Look at me. I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” He rasps, pulling you even closer, his breath fanning against your aching cunt.

Your heart races and face redden at his words, bringing your head up to look at him and propping yourself up on your elbows. He keeps eye contact with you as he places his flat, wet tongue on your clit with pressure, making you cry out. He then makes circles and sucks on it, and you can’t help but let your eyes roll back in your head. He drags his tongue down to your entrance, thrusting it in a few times, making your toes curl and your back arch. “Oh God, don’t stop.” You moan as he alternates between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. He grips you tighter, keeping you in place as you fall apart from his mouth on you.

You feel a delicious warmth spread through you, a tight coil forming in your abdomen. You lay back down, your hands fisting in his hair as you grip tightly and pull, earning a deep moan from him which reverberates through you. Your moans and cries get louder and more desperate as you feel the coil threaten to burst, tingles down your spine. He adds two fingers back inside of you, thrusting at a fast pace and brushing that spongy spot when he curls them, his warm tongue circling your clit.

“Chris… fuuuck. Chris, please.” You say his name over and over again like a chant, your legs locking around his back. “I know mama, let go. Cum for me.” He responds, knowing you’re close. He can’t help but thrust down into the mattress, trying to release the tension in his crotch. He almost cums in his pants from seeing how much pleasure he’s giving you. “You look so pretty like this. I can’t wait to feel you around my dick. Fuck, you’re so needy, making a mess all over my hand. Cum for me sweetheart.” He coos.

The coil snaps and warmth floods your body from his words as you throw your head back and cry out his name. Your legs shake as he coaxes you through your climax, only letting go of you until you’re done riding out your high, your breathing come out in short, rapid puffs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he praises, coming up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue. You reach your hand down to palm his erection which makes him moan against your mouth. “I need you so bad.” he says, pulling his sweats off and reaching into his nightstand for a condom. The thought of him inside you excites you all over again and with the sheer force of the orgasm he just gave you, you can only imagine what it would feel like.

A sharp knock on his door interrupts your moment of bliss and Chris silently curses next to you. “You got to be kidding me.” he says standing up and pulling his sweats back on. He gives you an apologetic glance as you cover yourself up under his blanket. “One second.” He says, going to the door and cracking it open an inch. “What.” He hisses at the person on the other side. You think you hear Matt’s voice in a hushed tone, him and Chris exchanging a few words you can’t make out. Then he shuts the door, locking it again and walks over to you. He looks a little awkward, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Your friend is here to pick you up.” He finally says. You now realize it’s early morning, the sun barely starting to come up, the room now a light blue and you grab your phone from his nightstand.

5:00 am.

4 missed calls.

5 text messages.

The most recent one from your friend Isabel – Okay, you’re not answering. I’m getting worried. I’m on my way.

Convenient timing. You think, your head falling back in frustration as Chris grabs the clothes he gave you earlier from the floor and hands them to you to get dressed.

a/n: ahhh what a cliffhanger 😅 i would love any and all feedback!! let me know your thoughts pls :) there will be one more part to this out later this week, but let me know how yall like it! do we like the use of y/n? i wasn’t sure if i should use it or not i just couldn’t come up with a good name 😂 lmk :)

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Silent Treatment

A/N: Figured I'd go ahead and get the ball rolling by forcing myself to finish one of my oldest drafts. You can probably tell at what point I picked this back up after it staying stagnant for months on end. Anyhow, as always let me know your thoughts!

Summary: Shinsou is giving his boyfriend the silent treatment after a sour prank. Luckily, Kaminari knows how to make him talk.

Pairings: Ler!Kaminari, Lee!Shinsou (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing

Word Count: 2122

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"Oh come on, are you still mad about that?" Kaminari asked as he walked behind the couch and playfully shook his boyfriend's shoulders.

Still no response.

Shinsou kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut as he continued to ignore the absolute menace to society that was currently behind him.

Earlier that morning, Shinsou had made his way over to Kaminari's room to drop off his laundry that he knew the dumbass would forget about. Just casually being the best boyfriend ever. Only to be smacked in the head with a styrofoam cup and covered in water the second he had opened the door.

He watched as his boyfriend's face morphed from shock and surprised to hysterical as he fell to the floor laughing at his own prank. To overcome with laughter to even apologize as Shinsou set the now wet laundry down and leave the room to get ready for the day all over again.

He had sworn up and down to Shinsou that the water cup wasn't meant for him as he was expecting Sero to walk through the door instead to pick up the notes he had left in his room last night during one of their study sessions.

And it wouldn't have been a big deal, it really wouldn't have. Shinsou was more than used to electric hero's antics by now. If he was being honest with himself, he had to suppress a smile as he pretended to angrily stomp down the hallway. If only Aizawa hadn't poked fun at him down the hallway. Saying he looked like an angry cat that had just gotten out of the bath.

As funny as it was, it didn't have to come from Aizawa! The one person he looked up to most! He was so embarrassed and that comment had stuck with him for the rest of the day.

So here he was. Arms crossed, chin up, eyes closed as he tried his best to ignore the repeated pokes on his cheeks from the grade-A asshole behind him.

"Toshi. Toshi. Toshi. Toshi. Toshi." Kaminari repeated as he kept poking his boyfriend's face. "Hitoshi talk to meeeeeeee!" He wailed as he dramatically flung himself over the couch, hoping his theatrics would at least make the other boy crack a smile. All it did was earn him an equally dramatic eye roll as Shinsou turned his head away yet again.

Kaminari sat up awkwardly as he gave Shinsou a gentle hug.

"I'm sooooooooorry! Ok? I'm so so so so so sorry!" The electric boy continued his scene. Determined to at least get a smile out of his boyfriend. "I'm awful!" He cried as he leaned back, putting his wrist to his forehead in an exaggerated show of feigned guilt. "I'm terrible, horrible, annoying, thoughtless, most awful boyfriend in the whole world!"

Shinsou turned to him. Nodded once. And turned away.

The overly loud, offended gasp that followed actually did manage to crack a smile on the other boy's face.

"How could you!" The hero cried. Smiling himself as he noticed Shinsou covering his mouth. "You know what? Fine! I'm ignoring you too!" He announced as he leaned back up and mimicked his boyfriend's pose. Shinsou shrugged as he forced down his smile and turned away again.

There was a beat of silence. Then another. Then Shinsou's shoulders were suddenly yanked back to the seat of the couch as his boyfriend jumped over and now was attempting to pin him down.

"WAIT!!! Denki no! N-No! Stop!! Don't you dare!" He shouted. Instantly forgetting about his little grudge as giddy panic settled in his stomach. He already knew what his boyfriend was trying to do and trying his damn hardest to get away.

Kaminari just smiled as he finally managed to straddle his frantic boyfriend. His fingers settled on his lower ribs and started to lightly trace them through his shirt.

Shinsou's hands immediately shot down to grab his wrists as his boyfriends straddled him, already too nervous to contain his laughter. The two of them had had plenty of tickle fights in the past but they usually just happened when they were just flirting or sparring with each other and they always ended with Shinsou coming out on top, but Kaminari had never actually attempted to pin him down before like he had done with his friends. Shinsou had witness first hand how ruthless his boyfriend could be when he had watched him pin Kirishima to the floor and tickle him within an inch of his life after some petty argument.

Kaminari said nothing as he rolled his hands out of the boys grip as he grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. He smiled innocently as he moved one hand to lightly graze over the boys ribs. The thin T-shirt he had on providing no protection as his fingers lightly pinched up and down his ribs at a slow pace.

Shinsou bucked and thrashed with all his might as he attempted to get free although his attempts were weakened from the butterflies raging in his stomach from being forced into such a helpless position.

"Babe, stop! Stohohohop! This-Thihihihis isn't fair!" He shouted as his legs attempted to curl in on himself only to meet the other boys back. "Let me gohohohohoho! Denki c'mon stoho-OHOHOHOP!" He wailed as the other boy suddenly let go of his wrists and shot both his hands under his arms and tickled mercilessly.

"GAHAHAHAHA-! STAHAHAHAHAP!! STOHAHAP IT- STOP YOU AHAHAHAHASSHOLE-!!" Shinsou shook his head and bucked and trashed with his arms glued to his sides. Shinsou usually had impressively high endurance but when it came to tickling, especially when Denki tickled him, he could barely last even a few minutes.

The fingers stilled when the electric hero saw how red the boys face has turned and felt him flinch as he removed his hands out from under his arms. Shinsou was now gulping in all the air he could get, still shaking and giggling but grateful for the breather nonetheless.

He was going to kill Denki for this. Absolutely murder him. Already devising a plan to enact his quirk as soon as the boy spoke and taking his revenge but noticing the boy still had not moved from on top of him.

"Ahare-are we done here?" He said sarcastically, trying his best to sound annoyed while also waiting for the boy to open his mouth to answer the question.

Denki just gave him a smug grin as he cocked his head to the side.

"You win, okay? I'm sorry for ignoring you. Get up so I can go get us some snacks, you said yesterday you wanted to watch a movie right?" Shinsou said as he rubbed the boys legs in a soothing manner, trying to convince him to speak.

Denki turned his head away from him and mimicked the pout Shinsou had on his face earlier.

Dammit. Why isn't he talking?? Shinsou thought before he realized that the other boy was still ignoring him.

"C'mon babe, I said i was sorry. Talk to me sweetie, what do you want? Movie? Cuddles? Just tell me." Shinsou tried to put on his best puppy eyes as he tried his best to convince his boyfriend to speak so that he could enact his revenge but he couldn't use his quirk if he was still ignoring him.

Kaminari pretended to think for a moment before shaking his head and sticking out his tongue childishly. Happy that he had the upper hand at the moment.

Frustrated that his plan wasn't working, Shinsou kneed him in the back as protest. Kaminari shot a frown down at his boyfriend before grabbing the other's sides and flipping him on his stomach in one quick motion.

Kaminari turned around and positioned himself on the other hero's shins.

This was the point where Shinsou really started to panic.

All it took was the feeling of one finger hooking underneath his sock to send the kid into a frenzy.

It had been years since anyone had even touched his feet, a distant memory came to the forefront of his mind of his father tickling him there years ago and just now remembering how unbearable the feeling was.

Shinsou bucked, squirmed, and fought his hardest to get away from this maniac but to no avail.

"Fuck! Denki-Nohohoho! NOHOHO-get off! Get OHOFF! I'm serious this time okay?! I won't ignore you ever again just PLEASE-"

Still no response, only a smug look from that asshole as his socks were slowly peeled off his feet.

That bastard. He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that he's gonna milk every second of this for what it's worth. Holding his ankle in place and peeling the fabric at a ridiculously slow pace, (just that was enough to send the hero into hysterics) just to rile him up and mess with his head. He figured he'd only go in for the kill the second he got bored.

Well it was working.

Poor Shinsou was so nervous at this point he couldn't even get a full word out. A steady stream of helpless giggles forced their way out of him as he hid his face in his arms, too embarrassed to even look at his attacker. He knew there was no stopping what was about to happen and he was sure the anticipation would kill him before his boyfriend did if he didn't just get on with it already.

Careful what you wish for, I guess.

He hid like that for a while and his giggles even died down a bit, he was starting to wonder if Denki had changed his mind.

As soon as the thought manifested however, he felt a single finger trace its way down the sole of his foot, and Shinsou screeched.

It went quiet for a moment. It gave Shinsou enough time to really let the mortification sink in.

God, his face was on fire. He did not just let out the loudest, most high-pitched, girliest sound he's ever made right in front of his boyfriend. If that was just one finger, Shinsou knew what was coming next was going to drive him insane. He almost hoped it'd be enough to kill him.

Another second passed before Shinsou felt those evil hands suddenly let go and his boyfriend's weight shift slightly.

"Pppffffffft!-"

Shinsou looked behind him to see Kaminari holding both hands tightly over his mouth, his face turning red from trying to hold in his laughter.

The next second the electric hero burst into uncontrollable laughter, so much that he actually fell off of the couch.

Yeah, Shinsou didn't even bother to get up.

Meanwhile, Kaminari was practically rolling on the floor with how hard he was laughing.

"DUHUHUHUDE-AHAHAHAHAHA! Are you okahahahahy?" The blond asked clutching his stomach. "Did I almohohost kill you?? Ohohohoh God, thahahat was too good."

"You really liked that, huh? You like being a fucking nuisance and trying to murder the one person who'll put up with you?" Hitoshi spat as he sat up and looked down at the other kid.

Kaminari chuckled and threw his hands up in surrender, knowing Shinsou well enough to know there was no real venom behind his words, he understood that they came from the embarrassment his boyfriend must be feeling at the moment. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little proud being able to shake up his normally stoic boyfriend to such a degree.

"I mean, yeah, that was pretty great. I had no idea your feet were that ticklish." Kaminari laughed. "I need to do that more often. I had no clue you were even capable of reaching that kind of high not-"

Not even a minute into him talking again and Shinsou had decided he's already had enough. Taking the opportunity to finally brainwash his boyfriend.

He sat there rubbing his temples for a minute or two before commanding the other to lie on the couch so Shinsou could finally give the pest a taste of his own medicine.

Although, he couldn't lie to himself and say it wasn't at least a little bit of fun. He loved having his boyfriend's undivided attention whenever he could get it, even if it meant he had to scream like a banshee to get it. Shinsou couldn't help but smile to himself. In retrospect, it had been kind of funny.

The boy made sure to put back on his signature glare before releasing his hold over the other's mind, delighting in the panicked look on his face as he realized his situation.

Shinsou said he was going to murder his boyfriend after that little stunt and that's exactly what he's about to do.

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Starscream is given a bath, Part 1:

First 832 words out of a total 1773 and counting! I never expected this would turn out so long, but I’m not complaining. Aircraft sizes and possibly physics have been ignored to make this fic possible. Thank you for reading. This is my first time writing Transformers fanfics, so I’m kind of nervous. Laying out my heart to you guys here.

Note: “partner” in this context means they are working together as a pair, not a romantic partnership. I’m writing as if Starscream has entered an uneasy alliance with the Autobots in S2 but refuses to join them officially.

Part 2: here

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“Okay, you can get in the water now.”

It was incredibly early in the morning, and the human had gotten up to drink some water only to see a somewhat dirtied up Starscream looking up at her through the window. The two were technically partners now, but they were still getting to know each other. It was a learning curve with Starscream, but he always seemed to respond well to positive feedback.

“Careful what you wish for, human.” Starscream had a suspiciously devious grin on his faceplate, and it only took a moment for his transformation sequence to finish and then the human was left with a full-size F-16 in her bathtub.

The vehicle mode somehow actually fit, with the landing gear deployed to hold it up just barely above the waterline. This meant she was going to have to do all the work herself, without any help from him.

“Seriously?”

Even without his face visible, she could practically feel that smartass smug look burning into her.

“Something wrong?”

“You know, if you’re gonna behave like a plane, I could always get the pressure washer.” She joked, the words accompanied by a smirk.

The rudder and ailerons moved suddenly in a slight panic, and the human could’ve sworn she even saw his wings themselves twitch, despite being in his altmode.

“THAT infernal device?? Do you take me for some kind of mindless, unfeeling Earth-plane you can just manhandle as you please?!”

His voice was filled with surprise, which over the course of his words gradually grew into offense.

She was trying to take him seriously. Really, she was. But there was an airplane. There was an airplane in the bathtub. And it was yelling at her. With a cracking voice. And it was five in the morning. The quiet must’ve felt uncomfortable to Starscream, because he chuckled nervously and spoke up again, this time sounding more concerned. He was using his kicked puppy voice, which he favored whenever he wanted to get out of something.

“You wouldn’t be so cruel… would you?”

“No…” she sighed. “No, of course not, I was only kidding.” The human smiled and rolled up her pant sleeves before doing anything else. She gave him a slight pat on the undercarriage, which elicited a “Hmph.” from the seeker.

“Alright, now how are we supposed to…” She tried, and failed, to bite back a yawn.

“I guess I could begin with the lower half of the fuselage… gear… engine intake…”

“I don’t care how you begin, just be quick about it! I can’t be sitting around here all day.”

She ignored the somewhat patronizing instruction, putting one leg over the side of the bathtub, and then the other. The human then reached behind him and grabbed a sponge, wetting it in the lukewarm water of the bath before pouring some soap on it. She moved a little closer, placing a hand on his nosewheel.

“Gonna clean the landing gear now. I’ll have to get all up in your wheel well.”

The reply came back uncharacteristically quiet.

“Alright.”

She stood up on the nosewheel, shower head in one hand while the other held onto the gear assembly. The human took her time, pouring warm water over the joints, the shock absorber, the steering system. The wheel wells, an area of the aircraft that were a mix between internal and external, made the differences between Starscream and a regular F-16 easy to spot. He was far more streamlined than his Earth-made counterpart, having little to no exposed cabling and appearing somewhat sleeker overall. He had several joints on the gear to allow better maneuverability on the ground, and it looked like he could even lower his fuselage closer to the ground if he wanted to. She repeated the process with his main wheels. The nosewheel’s well was relatively shallow, whereas she found the main wheels had enough room to almost be considered a crawl space. The human thought about these traits, trailing a hand over a thin line of blue light illuminating the area where the wheels would be stowed.

She didn’t know he had that until now, but it made seeing her way under the fuselage easier. Starscream occasionally shifted above her. He didn’t speak much, only commenting now and then on how long she was lingering, or that she was touching too much. She took notice that his tone of voice was not genuine. It did not convey the irritation Starscream usually made very clear that he was feeling. It was as if he was complaining out of obligation, as if he didn’t know how to feel about what he was experiencing. The feeling of being cleaned like this was…awkward, slightly uncomfortable, but not bad. Even after receiving a human partner of his own, he had never quite gotten used to something eerily squishy rooting around in his exposed parts.

The struts compressed without much resistance when the human pressed down on them, dipping the jet into the water.

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Could we have octoville reaction to octo merchild misbehaving like attempting to beat them up , trying to escape, thrashing in their arms , and even biting , and even cussing them out and giving the middle finger

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader

Children get fussy that’s just a known fact. Even the cruelest and most coldhearted know that children are slaves to their unhinged emotions which can be kicked off by the absence of a nap, not being given their dinosaur nuggies, or not getting to play longer. But only the best guardians know how to handle these kinds of behavior at the very least eliminate the ones that cause it:

Azul Ashengrotto 

More than anyone Azul has the greatest authority over you so he claims

You are the mini to his mega octopus status

So when he says your going back to your tank 

Your going back to your tank

“Nooooo!”

“Let him go, (Y/n). It’s time to go!”

“Noooooo!”

He didn’t mind that you were getting cozy in Scarabia 

It meant getting to keep an eye on Jamil

Kalim was perfect for keeping up with your energy 

But Azul notices how your skin gets dry or how sluggish you are returning 

You’re not just tired…you’re drying out 

On a deeper level, Jade’s discovered that your hybrid status has you needing things a mini octopus needs

You have an extremely thin phlegm that keeps you from drying out

And drinking water is part of it 

But with heat like Scarabia’s its best if you spend at least two hours in some actual water 

Letting the water give you oxygen through your skin

But for whatever reason, you don’t want to do that

Annoyed with how much time is taken away with putting on and taking off the bathing suit 

And the way Jamil demands you sit on the scratchy towels so you don’t make everywhere wet

“Nooooooo! Rgh! Noooo!”

With Kalim’s push, you’ll leave Scarabia 

But when you return to Octavinelle Azul gives you some guidelines about going 

And when you refuse he thinks aloud about not letting you go at all

he's mostly joking maybe not

And that sets you off

In the middle of the Monstro lounge your flailing, crying causing a huge scene

And like a struggling single mom that’s just trying to wrangle her kid, He’s straining as he pulls you into his office

Away from the invasive stares and curious looks of patrons

When he’s in there he pushes you in your mini tank clipping on the hole-filled top 

Which doesn’t move at all despite your little tentacles pulling and banging on the glass

He’ll start working on contracts, counting bills, studying all while ignoring your little tantrum

He waits until it stops, sleeping in your little hidey-hole

Then He cries 

Reduced to his baby octopus days he tries to remind himself that his baby just doesn’t want to listen

Not that you really hate him for stopping you from hanging out with someone more fun than him

All the parenting books couldn’t prepare him for this 

But when you awake still willing to wrap your little tentacles around his fingers he gains confidence again

“(Y/n)...how about we make a little contract, okay? Just something promising me you’ll always come back, okay?”

“Mmmm okay.”

Jade Leech

“(Y/n) did you hear me? I said you can’t eat these. (Y/n)? Look at me, do you understand?”

You were being a little toad

Pouting and turning away after Jade didn’t let you eat one of the mushrooms he was dissecting

Some may say that previously working on edible mushrooms and giving one to you every other time may have conditioned you to expect it but whatever

You’ve squatted down low and plopped on the cold floor of his club room

Refusing to look at him with your little noises of refusal

He doesn’t mind being ignored…he knows you’ll forget anyway

But what he does have a problem with is when he turns away you’re reaching your tubby hand into his work station

He snatches your little hand using this closeness to grill it into you to listen

“(Y/n). Look at me.”

“Mmmm!”

“(Y/n).”

“Mmm!” 

“Fine, then you're going to your tank.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

He’s dragging you or rather carrying you to your tank 

And as he shut whoever’s door to put you away he hears something mumbled under your breath that sets him off

“-old fish. S-upid klunt!” 

“...What did you just say?”

He turns his head like those dolls in horror movies

He gets that you were trying to say something else and he will hunt down who you got that from later but for now he’s bringing the hammer down

No one knows what happens when you're being particularly naughty

The best equivalent for what happens is that he commits to emotionally spanking you

a single look portrays that you're in for it

Talking you down until your begging for forgiveness while you nuzzle against his pant leg

He becomes that parent that you know to behave around

And its Azul who uses the most

“I’m going to tell Jade when he gets home!”

“No no! I sorry! No, please don’t tell!”

But in the end Jade is always willing to forgive you

Always willing to genuinely smile as you tearfully apologize before even being reprimanded

“Aww that’s my good octopus, I’m not angry no no no…I was just disappointed…but you did so well to apologize, good job.”

Floyd Leech

“Eh?! Octobaby hasn’t had their nap yet? Ohhh so that’s why you're so snippy!”

He’s down to play with you but he knows it’s a nightmare when your hungry or tired

He knows right now you need a nap

Even if he has to force you to take one

Now Jade says he can’t strangle you to sleep because you're just too fragile

So he just has to lock you in your tank, play your music, and make sure no one interrupts

That’s who he’s allowed to strangle

Even when you’re biting and thrashing in his hold 

To be honest he hardly notices 

Until your little pincers actually prick him some

“Did you just…bite me…?”

“...n-no..”

“Yes, you did.”

“I-i sorry. I sorry!” 

His silence speaks loudest

He’s angry

It just won’t be at you

He’s oddly nurturing putting you to sleep 

Then he’s raging at everyone who gets in his way 

“Who. The. Heck. Made them miss their nap?!”

He’s not letting anyone hurt you let alone ruin your schedule

There is a schedule for how they take care of you

He actually is really vigilant about it

So he is livid when others come and mess with that

“Octobaby bit me today…”

“Oh did you reprimand them?”

“Nope did it themselves! Besides it was the cutest little prick, if they weren’t acting out I’d want them to do it again!”

[sunfyresrider]

Festering Desire

Jake Sully X Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: After witnessing something you were not meant to see a new emotion began building inside you. It plagued your dreams, your thoughts and every part of your life until it reached a boiling point.  Tags: Minor description of injury, simping?, bad at communicating, wet dreams, minor jealously, confessions, neural link, smut, daddy-ish kink, p n v intercourse.  Author’s Note: This could have really benefitted from a Jake POV but I am so exhausted lately I couldn’t. Also, my smut definitely needs improvement, but I can/will improve that when I am not half asleep.

It was past twilight when you pulled yourself out of the river and began the long walk home. You escaped here for tranquility and a place to clear your head of unwanted thoughts. The Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, had pretty much banned you from traveling after eclipse along with several other members of the clan, his children to be more specific. 

He explained it as a safety precaution since the sky people had returned but they rarely ever struck after the moons emerged. Your sister, Käani, said it was because you got too lost in your head and were a safety hazard yourself. You’ll admit you were cursed with clumsiness and the ability to completely forget your surroundings, but you’ve lived here all your life, and nothing ever happens after eclipse anyways. 

You wrapped your loincloth around yourself, basking in the time you spent alone. The bioluminescent plants beneath the water's surface always brightened the night so you never had to fear the dark. The forest was filled with noise every eclipse, animals much preferred to roam in the comfort of darkness. You were wrapped in a shroud of warmth as you skipped your way home, becoming distracted by various plants all around you. Your home was nothing short of stimulating, always something beautiful to look at or to play with. 

A Kenten laid on a large plant, blissfully unaware of your presence. You snuck up behind it, waiting for the proper time to pounce. Slowly, it veered its head in your direction, gazing at you cautiously. Your tail began swishing through the air excitedly, waiting for it to do the thing. The kenten blinked slowly before you gently blew air towards it. It’s fans spread almost immediately, flying into the air in a circle and eliciting giggles from you.

You began to chase it deeper into the woods, forgetting about what might be waiting for you. It led you all the way into a part where the bioluminescent barely shined and the original animal noises you heard were hushed. Its fans retracted and it disappeared into a nearby tree, leaving you mildly disappointed. You let out a deep sigh, your ears falling flat against your head at the loss of it. 

Your feet began to turn to walk back home, for real this time. Until you heard a twig snap in the distance, your ears shot up alerting you to a nearby noise. It was far away from where you were, but it faintly sounded like an animal whimpering in pain. It made your heart ache hearing such noises, you knew you should ignore it and forget but it was impossible. You slowly crept towards the noise; in case a larger animal was feasting on it. 

The closer you got to where the sound originated the more Na’vi-eaque it sounded. A woman moaning in pain to be more precise. One thing Jake Sully taught everyone was no man left behind and that involved ones left in the eerie part of the forest too. You saw a faint light from the corner of your eye, quickly you turned to locate its origin. The thing you saw was beyond words, leaving you had frozen in place. Your feet planted themselves firmly into the ground, your eyes nearly popping out of your skull. 

The Olo'eyktan had a woman’s legs wrapped around him, thrusting into her at an intense speed. It felt as if your skin was set ablaze, a swirling sensation beginning to form in your gut. Your mouth hung agape at the sight, shocked by what you were witnessing for the first time. You blinked once, twice, before backing away and stepping directly on a branch. The sound echoing through the once quiet area. 

As if on cue she spotted you, her eyes locking onto yours, and letting out a choked yelp to signal your presence. It shocked you out of your daze, fear shooting through you as he began to turn. You took off, sprinting in the direction of your tent and avoiding any further unwanted interactions. At several points you felt sharp plants cutting you as you made your ways towards your bed, but it did not matter. All you could think about was escaping Jake before he knew you saw anything. 

Once you arrived you practically lunged onto your tent, securing the flap that granted you privacy from the outside world. You nervously paced around your room, panting from all the energy you had excreted. You shook your head violently, trying to banish the image from your mind entirely. The sounds of footsteps approaching your tent made you dive onto your mat, curling up into a ball and pretending to sleep.

You tried to steady your breath, burying your face in your arms so they couldn’t see you. The flap opened silently, you felt someone peer in before slipping away just as quickly. You prayed to Ewya it was just Käani making sure you arrived in one piece. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to forget what you had seen and letting sleep take you away. Since his mate had died, he had become a bit of a man-whore. Instead of accepting the emotional comfort he so badly needed, Jake fucked his way through many women of the clan. Mainly other widows as they understood each other's stance. Käani, who understood the ways of sky demons better explained they were relationships without strings attached. 

Käani knew many things. She taught you everything you knew, purposefully leaving out select details. Unlike humans, information about sex was not as easily accessible. A person would have to ask another who had experienced it what happened and that was far out of your comfort zone. It would be incredibly awkward, not to mention it made you look clueless. 

She did tell you enough, the different appendages, what goes where, and most importantly how to make tsaheylu with your future husband but you stopped asking her questions there. How exactly everything was performed was lost on you, though you hoped you would simply figure it out in the heat of the moment.  Except, now you knew exactly what to expect from intimacy with someone else. 

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There was a warm sensation in between your legs. The feeling of something hard entering an area you never gave much attention to. Your core felt as if it was tingling, causing your body to squeeze around something. You grasped at their arm on instinct, pulling them closer to you. An appendage moved in circles around your clit, eliciting sensations you had never felt before. His mouth moved to suckle at your neck, pulling soft moans out of you. You practically melted into him, wrapping your legs around his warm body and pulling him closer. They were large, so much larger than you, “babygirl,” he whispered into your ear. You lazily opened your eyes, looking up to see who was bringing you such pleasure...

... "Jake?"

Your body jolted awake, your eyes scanning for any intruders. They landed on Käani, who in your tired state looked blue, just like Jake. 

“Ahhh! She shouted back, “Ahhh!” Her voice ripped you out of your nightmare, you narrowed your eyes at her. “What are you doing here?!” She threw her arms up in the air as a response, “Why are you screaming at me?!” You settled down, pulling your legs up to your chest in an attempt to hide your embarrassment. You winced as an ache spread through you, your eyes peered down at your body which was covered in bruises, small cuts and dried blood. 

“I was trying to prepare some balm for all your wounds before you decided to shout.” Your cheeks burned bright as you remembered last night, you hadn’t even noticed the damage you had done to yourself whilst fleeing the scene. “Oh, sorry tsmuke…” She scooted closer to you, huffing as she pulled your legs towards her and slapped on healing cream to your injuries. Käani was judging you, her eyes boring into you as she tried to decipher what happened. 

“Should I ask or assume you are living up to the name of self-safety hazard?” You kicked her in reply, making her chuckle quietly at your expense. For a moment you tried to keep your lips sealed, harboring his secret for him. But your sister was nothing if not persistent and if she didn’t get it from you now, she inevitably would later. “I saw Jake with a woman last night.” Her eyes shot open, forehead wrinkles gracing her forehead as she stared at you. “No shit! Were they…?” 

You nodded your head silently in reply, watching her mouth open wide as she stared at you in shock. Käani slapped your leg, “who was it?! Don’t tell me it was Ninat.” You rolled your eyes, the drama between Ninat and your sister was never ending. Both of them were in a constant quiet battle to be the best singer of the clan… Käani, having youth on her side, was winning by a vast majority. “No, I couldn’t tell who and I don’t want to discuss it any further.” She raised her eyes at your reaction, “You’re jealoussss.” Käani shoved your arm suggestively, biting her lip trying to refrain from laughing. “I am not!”

She leaned in, pretending to sniff the air.  “I can smell it on you! You’re jealous he’s not showing you that type of attention, huh?” You swatted her hand away, “You’re so gross! It is not like that.” A faux pout formed on her lips, her hands clasping her heart. “Aw you’ll hurt Jake’s feelings if he hears you say that.” That made your ears perk up, your tail beginning to sway behind you.“What do you mean by that?” A sly smirk crept its way onto your sister's face, you hated when she got that look. You could practically hear her thoughts,‘I know something that you don’t know’. 

“You know Jake always gives you extra attention during training and his hands always linger on you longer than normal. He practically watches your every move when you're in his line of sight and don’t get me started on how overprotective of you he has become.” That made you slump back against your tent, thoughts whirling around your head like a storm. “Jake probably pretends all those girls are you.”

Käani was like a devil whispering in your ear, encouraging thoughts you should not be having about your Olo'eyktan. It was impossible for him to fancy you, not in the same way he loved his late wife anyways. Not only that, but you were also younger than him by a noticeable amount. But it did nothing to ease the thing stirring within you, a strange desire beginning to form that you had never felt before.

You were scared of the unfamiliar feelings boiling inside you, the thoughts you had about a man who had already mated once and had children!  They were only thoughts, as long as you did not act upon them then you were safe, you told yourself. She patted your leg, scooting backwards to the exit, "I see I have lost you,” Käani stood up, stretching her arms and gathering her things. “I’ll leave you be for now but don’t even try to skip out on the celebration tonight.” You nodded your head silently as she strided out of your tent as if she owned the place. 

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The camp was alive with music from Ewya, bonfires setting the forest alight with their glow. You held tightly onto Käani’s hand as she pulled you through the crowd, fighting for a log to sit on. You tried to avoid the nervous pit forming in your stomach, Jake was here somewhere. 

You didn’t have the heart to face him, spending the entire day safely tucked away in your room. Times like this were rare, especially since the sky people came back. The entire clan was happy, carefree as they celebrated. You should be feeling the same, enjoying the night for what it was but you could not. Your heart ached, knowing the reason why, a lump forming in your throat.

Whereas you were on a mission to avoid someone, your sister was actively hunting men down. Atan was her current best pick for you, a strong warrior with excellent beading skills. When you were younger you used to have a bit of a crush on him, but feelings change like time. Käani heartedly disagreed, scanning the crowd for any sign of him. Whilst she continued singing praises about him in your ear, your eyes locked onto a familiar face. 

Jake Sully was watching you. 

You swallowed hard, unable to look away from his dark eyes. It felt as if he was staring through you, deep down you wished you could be invisible. He looked especially handsome tonight, his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat across it. His long dark hair was braided neatly behind his head, the braids complimenting his strong features. He smiled politely, his eyes twinkling. Your mind floated back to your dream, the way his lips felt against your neck and the feeling of his body pressed against you.

You looked away quickly, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. Your ears flattened against your head, that was a wildly inappropriate thought to have at this moment or any moment for that matter. Käani turned her attention towards you, raising an eyebrow at you and following your gaze. "Lover boy is looking at you, tsmuke.” You nudge your sister with your elbow, huffing, "shut up."

She giggled to herself, leaning in close as your eyes focused on the ground, “And he’s coming this way!” Your eyes snapped up, staring at her in disbelief. Before you could protest, or attempt to make a mistake, he was standing right in front of you. Käani quickly stood up to make a place for him, she nodded her in respect, silently reminding you of his position. "Sir." Jake happily nodded back, taking his place behind you and watching your sister walk away before he spoke.

“You didn’t join us for breakfast this morning or show up to training.” His eyes gazed at you quizzingly, an incredulous look plastered on his face. You lifted your leg, showcasing the marks on it without thinking of the implications. “I hurt it last night, Käani demanded I rest.”  

“Last night?” The memory flashed back in your mind ripping you out of your drunken stupor. You scramble your words together, speaking fast. “Not after eclipse… I swear.” His face softened as he looked at your body, his fingers gently tracing a cut near your knee. He felt so warm, a strange feeling rose in you, causing you to shiver. You blinked slowly, praying to Ewya he didn't notice. "You need to take better care of yourself, what if this had been more serious?”

You weren't sure if he was scolding you or sincerely worried, both options made you nervous. You mumbled, “sorry, Jake.” His fingers slowly pulled away from your skin, creating a cool void you were beginning to hate.“Are you too injured to dance with me?” His eyes seemed to glimmer in the firelight, a stupid grin lighting up his face. The way his lips curved had you memorized, your eyes glued to them. It was impossible to say no, you nodded your head excitedly.

You followed behind him as he led you through the crowd, weaving between the many bodies. He gently tugged you closer to him as you danced, guiding you around each other and pressing against one another. You couldn't help but notice how strong he felt against you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he moved to the beat. Käani’s words echoed through your head ‘lover boy’ and ‘he imagines those girls are you’ as you danced with him.

You peered up at him, admiring the way his lips parted as he took a deep breath. The way his eyes lit up and pupils dilated when he stared at you.  A burning desire began to bubble up inside of you, a feeling you had never experienced before. It was like Ewya herself was pouring her fire inside of you. You lowered your gaze to your feet, suddenly embarrassed about your feelings towards him. "You seem flustered today,” his fingers brushed your cheek, tipping your chin back up to look at him. "What's the matter, baby girl?"

You dared to look him in his eyes, feeling the camp starting to spin around you. “I- I am not,” you fumbled your words. He watched you for a moment, a Cheshire grin spreading across his, making your heart stop. "Oh really?"  His body inched closer to yours, your heartbeat picking up speed with each passing second. You nearly choked on air, you wanted to say something witty but all that came out of your mouth were a series of broken words. "I, uh... Uh-" a new wave of nervousness washed over you. Jake took another step closer, his body pressed up against yours, his hand holding your waist tightly.

“Jake! Ma’Olo'eyktan,” the shrill voice of none other than Ninat pierced your ear lobes. You snapped out of it quickly, pulling away from Jake as if you were burned. He cleared his throat, forcing a polite smile as she quickly approached. "Ninat, is everything okay?" Her eyes focused on you for a moment, an unpleasant scowl plastered on her face. "The hunters request your presence immediately. They want to celebrate your recent achievements.” 

Jake nodded his head, "I'll be right there." She left without another word; you turned your attention back to Jake who seemed annoyed by her interruption. "I’m going to find Käani.” He gave you a faint smile, "I'll find you once I'm done with this.” You didn’t give a proper goodbye, instead quickly turning around and making your way through the crowd, bumping into people as you tried to escape.

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You did not return to the celebration or participate in anything that may involve Jake the next few days. Jake had been giving you an alarming amount of space, though his attempts to communicate were all futile at best. Käani was greatly disappointed with it all, constantly reminding you that it was your time to shine. 

The past several nights you could not escape the dreams that invaded your mind at night. Your peace was sorely disrupted as the thoughts consumed you at every waking moment. If his head was not between your legs, then he was inside of you. If Jake was not on top of you, he was beside whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Sometimes the dreams weren’t of sexual nature at all, which scared you the most. You would be doing mundane things with him like flying, playing with the children or simply laughing enjoying each other’s presence. 

It further proved what you were feeling was not hormonal nor would it go away so easily. You tried to remind yourself he was widowed; you were just a kid to him but there was always that seed of hope. 

The combination of Jake merely existing and Käani’s constant presence was driving you to insanity. You couldn’t imagine how he would react if he ever found out what was going through your mind. Which is why tonight, you decided to escape to what remained of the spirit tree. You hoped to find solace in a place where Ewya was so prominent. The great mother does not take sides and she does not involve herself in things so trivial. You still hoped this place would give you something to ease your mind. 

You sat in front of the tree, bowing your head to show your respects. For a moment, there was silence. You opened your eyes and stared at the light in front of you, watching the tendrils dance around each other.  Then you heard the sounds of leaves cracking beneath someone’s soles. “She’s alive,” You didn’t have to gaze at him to see the grin creeping onto his face. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he took a seat beside you, he peered into the sky. "I was wondering when I would see you again.” You continued staring at the tree in front of you, “You know where to find me.” 

Jake let out a disappointed breath, knowing the expression on his face faltered. "Have I done something to upset you?" You let out a shaky breath, "it’s not your fault." He watched you closely, you felt like he could see right through you, peeling back each layer and finding the deepest secret you were hiding. Your eyes slowly moved towards him, "Jake... I," your voice trailed off, searching for the right words to say. You took a deep breath, letting the air slowly escape your lips. "Do you like me," the words tumbled out, leaving you in a state of vulnerability. 

You glanced up at him, you were met with a soft smile, a strange twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, I like you," he replied so quickly you weren't sure what to do next. Your mind scrambled, trying to formulate a proper response. "I don't mean as a friend.” He leaned in closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as his eyes bored into yours. "As what?" You were painfully aware of his every movement, the warmth of his hand and the smell of the herbs he was wearing today.

“More,” you spoke quietly, not wanting to hear the reply you were hoping for. Jake’s thumb brushed your cheek softly, your ears flattening against your head as you felt yourself losing control. "I have always liked you." His voice was as gentle as his touch, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. The weight of his words hung in the air, all the uncertainty and fear that had plagued your heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by warmth.

You took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours, and mustered the courage to speak your truth. "I want you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing.  The connection between you deepened, the air crackling with an electric energy. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Jake leaned in closer to you, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. "You can have all of me."

Your lips pressed against his cautiously, your heart hammering in your chest as you pressed into him. His lips parted, his tongue tracing the curve of your lower lip. You let out a shaky breath as you felt yourself begin to lose control, his hand moved to the neck of your neck and pressed you closer into him. You kissed him deeply, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you mounted his lap. 

You pulled back, panting heavily as he mourned the loss of you. “What is it,” Jake whispered into your mouth. You felt your heart ache at the thought, “you’ve already mated… we can not-” He hushed you with another deep kiss, his hands reaching around to grab at your queue. “I’m still part human… which means I can.” His voice was full of sincerity, as he pulled his forward, slowly you watched them interlock. The way you felt was indescribable, you could feel every heightened emotion, every throb of his heartbeat, every rush of blood, and every bit of pleasure.

He moaned against your mouth, your fingers tangling themselves in his locs. You were able to feel the warmth radiating off his skin, your thighs squeezing around his waist as he ran his hands across your back unlacing your top. You gasped against his mouth as his fingertips danced along your bare back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

You began to move your hips slowly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he suckled on your neck. His lips parted from your neck, a faint growl escaping his lips, “you’re so perfect, babygirl.” He gripped the sides of your loincloth, untying them with haste, you shivered when the air hit the wetness between your thighs. 

Jake gently eased you on the ground, maneuvering himself in between your thighs. He gazed down at you for a moment, admiring you in the moonlight. The way the moon illuminated your skin and hair, how your body shone with a sheen of sweat and the way your eyes seemed to glow. His finger slid against your folds, "so wet already." You shivered, a whine escaping your throat. "Jake-"

"You've never been touched like this before, have you," His cock prodded at your entrance, the head slipping inside of you. Jake moved his hands, placing one on your hip while the other gripping your thigh. You let out a loud scream, the feeling of being stretched making your legs weak. “N-No,” you whimpered out.  Jake pushed you down, his cock forcing itself into your tight cunt. “You’ve been a good little girl waiting for me huh?” 

He groaned; his cock burying itself deep inside of you. "That's right, baby. You’re doing so good for me." Jake’s hands moved to your waist, moving you up and down his cock. "M-Ma’Jake, ahh!" You cried out, each time he hit your center. You gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "S-so pretty," his words slurred. The once holy area, meant to connect with Ewya, was filled with the sound of your skin slapping together and the sounds he was ripping out of you.

Your cunt began to tighten, a sickly-sweet heat building inside of you. "P-please," you cried out. He slowed his thrusts, biting his lip hard "not yet, princess" he pulled you on top of him, his length filling you completely. "We’re gonna cum together." He rammed himself into you, hitting the spot inside that made your legs turn to jelly. Jake moaned, "s-good babe." He bounced you on his lap, admiring the way your breasts moved with each thrust. Jake slipped his fingers underneath you, rubbing at your clit. He continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear, praising you for how good you take him.

Jake gripped your hips, slowly lifting you off his cock and slamming you down again. The forest began spinning as you felt yourself nearing climax, the sweet agony building up inside you. "That’s it,” he hissed, "Cum with me, babygirl." You whimpered loudly, the coil in your stomach tightening. His words made your mind go blank, his finger began rubbing faster against your clit, and the heat in your core was nearing its breaking point. “Ah- Ah- Jake!” Your eyes rolled back into your head as the coil snapped, pleasure racked your body. Jake’s thrust became sloppy, until he buried himself deep inside you, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growled as he began filling you with his seed, your body collapsing on his. You laid there, tangled in each other's arms, as you slowly came down from the high.

His cock slipped out of you, cum dripping from your womb and down your thigh. Jake pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, "my little princess," he grinned, "You should have told me how you felt sooner." Your entire body felt sore, yet you were completely at peace. Jake kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and making you melt. "I’m never leaving you alone again."

[haddonfieldwhore]

wildest dreams - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x reader

summary: an unplanned/messy prequel to IMY,IS

warnings: angst, mention of injuries, language, matty is brokenhearted but so are you, timeline is a bit whacky pls ignore that </3

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matthew rolled over in bed, reaching for you next to him, only to find the space empty. the sheets were cold, giving reality to the fact that you hadn’t been there; not for months.

“haven’t done that in a while,” matthew grumbled to himself, shaking his head as he pulled the covers off his body, walking out of his room to get some water. he filled a glass from the kitchen sink and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch and looking at his phone.

2 am. he ran a hand over his face, exhaustion making his body feel heavy, like he was wearing wet clothes. he flipped through his notifications quickly, none of them really interesting him, before he was staring at your instagram.

you hadn’t posted anything in months, not since before you left - and his heart yearned for any kind of activity, anything to let him know how you were doing. he dare not ask anyone if they had reached out to you or heard from you; that would make it seem like he still cared, and that was too difficult for him.

no, it was far easier for matthew to pretend like he was fine, to act like your relationship had never happened.

•

“baby, please,” he whispered.

“i can’t. i’m sorry, matty,” you said through tears as you paced around the kitchen of his apartment. “i can’t do the flying, the distance, all of it. it’s too much - i can’t watch you out there every night, knowing that people want to hurt you.”

“that comes with the job,” he sighed. this wasn’t the first time this had come up. matthew knew you struggled with the more dangerous aspects of the game, and found it hard to watch sometimes if he got hit hard. he knew the travel was hard for you as well, but he knew you tried your best to make it work.

“it comes with you pushing people’s buttons on purpose,” you argued, and he sighed. “you like to see how far you can push people and then they hit you back and i have to watch you get hurt and i can’t do it anymore. i know this isn’t fair, i knew what i was signing up for, but it’s too hard, matthew. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t,” you cried, and he reached for you instinctively, wanting to comfort you like he always did when you were upset, but for the first time, you pushed him away; and it killed him inside.

“please, don’t do what i think you’re about to do,” he shook his head.

“i’m sorry-“

“don’t be sorry. just don’t leave me,” he pleaded. “not because of this.”

“this,” you scoffed. “how would you feel if you had to watch me get hit all the time; knowing people want to see me get hurt?”

“it’s not like i’m going to war! it’s just a game,” he argued.

“it’s not just a game when you come home with a broken sternum, matthew! when i have to watch brady help you put on a fucking shirt!” you hadn’t meant to raise your voice, but you were overwhelmed with emotions, trying to make sense of the fact that you were choosing to leave the person you loved lost in the world, even as they begged you to stay.

he took a step closer to you, his hands resting on your waist, his face close to yours as he looked at you, pleading with his eyes for you not to break his heart.

“that was a freak thing-“

“it doesn’t matter - you’re not listening to me. i can’t live like this anymore - wondering every night when you go out there how many pieces you’re going to be in when you come back to me.”

“how many games have i played where nothing happened to me? hundreds? these things happen, baby. if i could promise you i would never get hurt i would but it doesn’t work like that.”

“i know you would, but that’s not enough for me,” you sniffled, turning away from him, slipping out of his grip.

“so what do you want, do you want me to quit playing hockey?”

“no,” you shook your head. “i love you matthew, but i know you love hockey more than anything. i couldn’t ask you to give it up.”

“so what, that’s it then? we’re done for good? you’re just going to throw away a year of our lives and pretend it never happened?”

“no- i don’t know if it’s for good, matthew. and i am going to spend every day wishing i was strong enough to be here for you; but i’m not right now, and i have to live with that.” the uncertainty in your words gave him a spark of hope that maybe it wasn’t goodbye forever, and he clung to it like a life raft.

“and i have to live without you,” he said dryly. “you’re not gonna change your mind, are you?” he asked, and with eyelashes heavy with tears, you shook your head.

“not right now,” you replied. “maybe one day i’ll figure out how to be okay with this, but i need time.”

•

time.

he had given you time, he thought as he remembered that day you left him; almost 4 months ago now.

not that he was counting.

while he thought it would make it easier, the worst part for matthew was that no one else knew what had happened between the two of you. the day after you left, it was like you had never existed, anyone who asked him where you were or what had happened was met with indifference: a shrug, a short ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’

it was a secret that hung over him like a stubborn cloud, the weight heavy on his shoulders and screamed ‘miserable’ to anyone who looked at him, even though he tried to put up a front, to act like he was perfectly fine.

you weren’t doing much better.

you thought putting distance between you and matthew would make things hurt less; but it didn’t. instead, all it got you was the added pain of not having him, of having to watch his games on tv all alone, knowing he wasn’t coming home to you after the final buzzer. you now had the added guilt of knowing that it it had been you that pushed him away, that you broke both your hearts and it still didn’t change anything.

your heart still pounded in your chest everytime he got in a fight, your breath still caught in your throat everytime he was checked into the boards. now without the relief of falling asleep in his arms, of holding him close and knowing that at least in that moment, he was safe.

it haunted you.

but you knew it wasn’t fair to crawl back and beg forgiveness when you had been the one who decided to leave.

and you couldn’t take that back.

•

“if i can’t change your mind, at least promise me something,” he requested, and you stopped, halfway out the door of his apartment.

“what is it?”

“don’t forget me,” he said, managing a crooked smile.

“matty…” your heart breaking into pieces.

“say you’ll remember me,” he pleaded.

“i couldn’t forget you if i tried,” you admitted, and even though he knew it would hurt, he hugged you goodbye, kissing the top of your head, before he watched you walk out the door.

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Cheese

You knew you shouldn't have done it, you knew and yet you still did.

You ate cheese, not any ordinary kind of cheese but the cheesiest, creamiest kind of cheese that you'd eat only for a special occasion and hey, it was a special occasion. A 3-year anniversary with your boyfriend counted as a special occasion so you did it, you ate it and you did so with the most delicious pasta ever.

Your lactose intolerant ass ate it and it tasted so good that you even went for a second round, did you regret it? At least not then but what if someone asked you that question now? It'd still be a no, your answer will always be a no even when you're bloated as hell, sitting on the toilet, pants resting on your ankles and gripping onto the plush of your thighs with a death-like grip as your stomach gurgles and rumbles like a club party at its peak.

"I told you not to do it, didn't I? I warned you about this," your boyfriend berates amusedly as he showers besides you, a fancy glass door being the only barrier between the two of you. The splattering sound of the falling water only making your stomach gurgle louder as you glare at him," I'd suggest you to shut up if you know what's good for you, Satoru," you snap while ripping a long, wet-sounding fart, the sound of your plopping waste muted by the echoes of the falling water in the enclosed room.

Satoru pauses, turning to look at you with comically wide-eyes before a fit of laughter rips through him. His huge, naked frame shaking slightly inside the glass paneled shower, finding humor in your pain. "That stinks!" He manages between laughter, his eyes glinting as he rests a hand on the glass for support, the heat of his palm creating a steamy print on it.

"Your morning breathe stinks more," you grunt, pausing as you feel the next explositive building up inside you, ignoring the still laughing man as you lock your jaw and concentrate, furrowing your eyes before a bright? idea pops up in your head.

Clenching your thighs to hold it in, you turn to look at Satoru with a mischievous grin," 'Babe," you manage out between gritted teeth as you hold your stomach and hunch a little because of the pain of holding it in. He switches the shower off and looks at you, signs of laughter still in his tone and demeanor," yea?"

"Guess what I'm trying to say, mmkay?" You manage out, no longer being able to hold it in and before Satoru opens his mouth to ask you what you meant by that, you finally unclench your thighs and let everything out. Three huge controlled farts rips out of you in different intervals, the last shit a literal whistle note with how high-pitched it was and lasting the longest.

Now see, as the strongest sorcerer there isn't much that could ever faze the Gojo Satoru at all, he was practically a God walking in a world full of mortals but with you, oh with you. With you, he was only Gojo Satoru, a mortal just like everyone else with imperfections, flaws and vulnerability. So you can't really blame him when he bursts into laughter so violently that his body literally jolts with it, can you?

You can't really blame him when he goes weak in the knees and clutches his stomach as he crumples into a pile of mess on the floor, can you?. You can't really blame him when he helplessly looks up at you from the floor with tears pooling in his eyes, only for another fit of silent wheezes to pass out from his mouth, can you?

"You're s'posed to be guessing!" You whine out, grinning widely at yourself as you look at him curled up and trembling with silent laughter on the bathroom floor. "I don't know" he sputters out between wheezes, practically having an asthma attack with how hard he was laughing.

"Oh boo, you buzzkill. You're supposed to be guessing," you lean forward and stick your tongue out at him, shifting back into position with your hands gripping on your thighs," I said 'I love youuuu' though, just so y'know," you continue, ripping the same three sounds again for good measure. The unmistakable whistle-fart gracing the last, lasting even longer than before.

You swear you felt the floor shake with how hard Satoru guffawed at that, literally having a seizure on the floor with how hard he was wheezing, coming up very rarely to take in large gulps of oxygen before turning into a pile of breatheless limbs on the floor and dying again.

You almost laugh along with him, almost but all humor quickly dies down as you look down at your stomach and feel the final build-up inside you. The force so strong that you instantly know the worst was finally coming to an end, but there will be consequences. Consequences that will leave you changed for a long time so you look at Satoru, meeting his eyes, you give him a sad smile as you wait for the inevitable to come.

" Toru, tell my parents I loved them."

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Bonus :-

"You were so brave," Satoru coos softly, brushing your hair back gently while pulling you closer to him. You groan in pain, squeezing the hot water bag resting on your aching tummy.

"So, so brave indeed. I'm glad you survived, honey," he mumbles in your hair, biting his lips to hold back his laughter. "You can laugh if you want to," you grumble, throwing the water bag at the end of the bed and replacing it with his hand instead, he slowly massages your tummy with a small hum.

"I'll spare you this time," he chuckles lightly, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead. "You still need to say your 'I love you's' to your parents afterall," he teases, putting his hand back and massaging your tummy again.

"I'm never gonna eat anything dairy again," you grumble underneath your breathe, earning a small chuckle from him.

"I honestly doubt that, honey."

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For my lactose intolerant readers, i just had this bright idea when I was fighting for my own life in the washroom.

I swear I'm actually working on my alphabetical series too (I'm not lazy, I swear)

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