#it's like teaching a snake to sit on command

[mountainficss]

rae hehe.. kwan brainrot suddenly went crazy and i was just thinking

sleeping with seungkwan but u can’t fall asleep so u decide to play with urself a little. only for him to wake up and… make sure u know how he felt about u doing that while he was asleep. hard dom kwannie filling up with cum that night, u falling asleep filled and the next morning him making u use his cum as lube to touch urself as he instructs and watches

:🍊

!! mentions of: hard dom!seungkwan, masturbation, fingering, cockwarming, rough sex, degradation

you knew seungkwan wouldn’t be happy with you touching yourself, but you just couldn’t help it! you had woken up from a very heated dream about him, and you just couldn’t shake the warm feeling pooling in your core. you’d glance over briefly to see if he was asleep, and after finding that he’s passed out you’d snake a hand beneath the sheets and into your panties. you’d tease your soaked entrance before sliding a finger in, using your other hand to cover your mouth before a loud moan escapes your lips. you’d fuck yourself gently with one finger but it just wouldn’t be enough, opting to stuff another finger inside. you tried your best to keep your sounds muffled, but as you continued to become more needy you just couldn’t stop yourself when a few whimpers slip out. you’d be so distracted by the feeling of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole that you wouldn’t even notice that seungkwan was already awake. your noises had woken him up, and he’d roll over to the sight of you playing with yourself beneath the blankets. he’d watch you for a bit, just enjoying the sight of you making yourself feel good. but then he’d get angry, feeling an uncontrollable urge to teach you a lesson. “you enjoying yourself?” he’d ask almost nonchalantly, and your heart would drop at the sound of his voice. you’d carefully remove both fingers as you stumble over an explanation, but seungkwan would cut you off. “maybe i should just fuck you since you can’t even make yourself cum without my help.” he’d sneer, sitting up and hovering his body over yours as your eyes widen. you’d feel so small beneath him, so helpless and willing to take whatever he decides to give you. he’d tug your panties to the side, gathering some of your arousal onto his fingers and using it to lubricate his throbbing length. he’d slide in easily, your hole prepped for him from you previously touching yourself. the stretch would still sting a bit though, and seungkwan would ease in slowly just so you can adjust to his size. but after that he’d waste no time, immediately pounding into you at a rapid pace and putting all of his force behind his thrusts. you’d moan loudly, wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand fists into his hair. “can’t handle it, hm? you’re so pathetic,” he’d chuckle, relishing in your loud sounds and pulsating heat. “this is what happens when you touch yourself without permission.” he’d slow his trusts down, instead switching to hard, pointed ruts into you. he’d throw your legs over his shoulders, hitting even deeper in this new position and making you squirm underneath him. “you’re gonna take it all. ‘m gonna make you,” he’d groan, feeling you clench around him. “cum for me. i know you want to.” it would feel like your body is literally responding to his commands, and you’d be cumming around his cock not even seconds after. your release would trigger his, and he’d grip your thighs harshly as he fucks you full of his seed. his moans and weak thrusts would drag out your orgasm, and you’d twitch uncontrollably under his hold. you’d be so drowsy and tired after seungkwan practically fucking you senseless, and the last thing you’d remember was him readjusting your body and spooning you with his cock still stuffed inside.

you’d wake up to gentle light from the early morning sun streaming through the windows, and the warm feeling of seungkwan still buried inside of you. “finally awake, huh?” he’d mumble, rocking his hips against you once to stir you up. you’d sigh dreamily, grinding your hips back against his. you’d feel him pulling out slowly and you’d whimper in protest, leaning back in an attempt to feel him again. he’d pull the sheets down, revealing your body to him. hovering over you he’d grab your thighs and pry your legs apart, groaning as he watches his cum spill out of your clenching hole. the mellow light from the windows would give your skin a glowing hue, making you look so soft and beautiful to seungkwan. “touch yourself for me,” he’d smirk, reaching a hand down to slightly palm at his erection. “show me what you were doing last night while i was sleeping.” you’d blush at the memory of him catching you in the act, but your neediness would outweigh your embarrassment as you snake a hand down to your heat. you’d run your fingers through the combination of your release and his, spreading it and coating your middle and ring fingers. you’d slide both fingers in with ease, not even bothering to push in one at a time. your fingers would glide easily as he just watches, sighing gently as he listens to your sweet sleepy voice moaning his name. “faster, baby,” he’d coax, reaching a hand towards you to squeeze your thigh sensually. “you’re gonna cum like this, and i’m gonna help you. my pretty slut.” ;(

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 26 - Nightmares

Galadriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Galadriel has nightmares and seeks your comfort.

Warnings/Notes: She's been through so much I just want to hold her please (Also semi-awkward and super tall Galadriel for the win)

Word Count: 1385

  “May… I intrude for a moment?”

  Galadriel stood at your doorway, hands clasped respectfully in front of her body. Her golden hair trickled down her back in waves, seeming almost silver beneath the light of the Lothlorien moon. Her eyes, as blue as the sky and as wise as time itself, now seemed weary and dark. Shadows pooled beneath them, a contrast to her fair and otherwise fair skin.

  You stared back up at her. It wasn’t uncommon for the Lady of Lorien to wander upon your doorstep and, with your permission, invite herself in. Whether it was during the day when she was stressed over running the forest or in the deep of night when loneliness plagued her heart, she knew she would always be welcome. 

  You tried to teach her to let herself in, claiming your house was hers, but she insisted on knocking just to make sure. You didn’t try to fight her on the topic anymore, so whenever you heard a knock in the middle of the night you simply called “come in!”

  But you’d never seen Galadriel this… exhausted before. She was no longer the moon or sun, but perhaps the darkened space around them, the space unexplored and feared.

  “You are always welcome to.” You murmured. Your hand collapsed her arm gently as you led her into your home, sitting her in the kitchen where you’d been preparing tea. You glanced at her to offer some and she nodded before the words even left your mouth.

  “Thank you, y/n.” Galadriel heaved a sigh before gracefully seating herself at the counter. She slumped forward, one arm across the top and the other bent at the elbow, hand a seat for her chin. Her eyes lingered on you for a moment, watching you move before speaking. “I fear my sleep has been ill of late, and I long for company in these dark times.”

  “Then you’ve come to the right place.” You began making her a cup of tea, working quietly. “Though I’m not sure how pleasant of a company I will be.”

  “You’re the most pleasant in all of Middle Earth. I would not entrust my troubles to anyone but you.”

  Wow. Either Galadriel was exhausted to the point of delusion, or you meant more to her than you thought. You just smiled to yourself and placed a steaming cup of tea down in front of her.

  “You flatter me.” You chuckled. “I’m glad to be of service, my Lady.”

  “Galadriel, please.”

  “Galadriel.” You corrected, blushing.

  She smiled peacefully and drank her tea.

  When she finished, she stood at the window and gazed out upon her realm through solemn, tired eyes. You tidied up and then joined her in silence.

  Now that you were closer you could see how tired she truly was. If it weren’t for her hand against the wall she probably would’ve collapsed.

  You snuck underneath her arm like you were ducking beneath a towering tree, then you nudged her side. Galadriel let out a soft chuckle of surprise but complied. Her cheek fell against the top of your head and she moved close enough to let your arm snake around her waist. The majority of her weight rested against you and you held her close.

  Most of the time, your visits ended up with her returning home, feeling refreshed enough for the day or at ease enough to rest, but on the roughest nights you couldn’t bring yourself to send her home and she didn’t dare separate herself from the web that is your company.

  The two of you retired to your bedroom and laid in silence side by side. You gazed at the ceiling while Galadriel picked a loose thread on the pillows.

  Finally, she spoke. 

  “These nightmares… I have never suffered such before.” Her voice was no longer commanding or even strong, more of a soft admittance of fear. “They are foul and dark… of things I tried best long ago to forget, or things I fear that have not yet passed.”

  You turned on your side to look at her. “Like what?”

  Galadriel pursed her lips as though debating on whether or not to share the truth with you. In the end she decided against it. “I wish not to burden you with my troubles. I only hope your comfort will be enough to scare them off.”

  “Then I will do my best to hope as well.”

  You and Galadriel exchanged a sad sort of smile, one that told of secrets only the two of you knew, a pity she longed not to accept but could no longer fight.

  When you opened your arms, Galadriel moved closer until she was enveloped in your embrace and her head was nestled upon your shoulder. She was much taller than you but in your arms she felt small and protected.

  “Rest, Galadriel.” You murmured her name like a praise, pressing a soft kiss to her head. 

  She didn’t need to be told twice and drifted off only moments later.

  Her sleep did not last.

  For only an hour or so later, a shrill cry pierced the thick blanket of the calm Lothlorien night.

  You were startled awake and up within seconds, fearing an invasion of the enemy or something fouler. But you found no such thing.

  Beside you, Galadriel was sitting up, shoulders heaving with muffled sobs. She buried her face into her hands and was trying her best to stay quiet. Once she felt you move beside her, the shield of silence fell and she wept.

  “Oh, Galadriel…” You sat beside her, slipping an arm around her back to test the waters. When she leaned into your side, you pulled her closer until her body was flush against yours. You held her tightly. She tucked her head beneath yours and coated your neck with tears.

  You rocked her from side to side, cradling her almost like a child. She grasped your nightgown like you were the last light in a room of shadows and cried heavily. You’d never seen her in such a state but it clove your heart in two. 

  Galadriel cried for a long time, but even her sobs cannot last forever. When she finally calmed down she practically melted into your body. Her knuckles were white from how hard she was grabbing you and she was reluctant to let go until you gently eased her hands. She looked up at you, blue eyes now red rimmed.

  “It’s okay.” You whispered softly to her. She pressed her cheek into your palm, letting you wipe some of her tears away. 

  Then she let out a shuddering breath. “I am sorry…” You wanted to tell her not to apologize but she kept talking. “This nightmare… was worse than the others.”

  “What was it?”

  “It was…” Galadriel swallowed back another wave of tears, squeezing her eyes shut. She grabbed your hand and held it close, then sighed. “I lost you.”

  The soft utterance was both sweet and heartbreaking. You never imagined her nightmares would be about losing you, and in an odd way it warmed and cracked your soul.

  “I’m here.” You kissed her forehead. “I’m right here. I promise.”

  “When I’m awake, yes… but in my dreams you-”

  “Your dreams aren’t real, don’t treat them as such.”

  Your words knocked a little sense into Galadriel’s hazy mind and she slowly nodded. She relaxed back into your arms, her head falling onto your chest and shoulders falling. “Sleep terrifies me… yet tired I remain.”

  “An hour of sleep is not nearly enough.”

  “I’m too scared to try again.”

  “Don’t be.” You murmured softly as you laid back down with her in your embrace. You tugged the blankets up, caressing her hair. “If you have another nightmare, I'll be right here when you wake up.”

  “I know you will.” Galadriel sighed again, eyes fluttering from exhaustion. Eventually, she gave into the war, letting her eyes close. Her head sunk further into your body and she loosened her grip. “Please… stay at my side.” She whimpered in a last attempt to get reassurance before drifting off.

  “I would dream of being nowhere else.” You whispered, still stroking her hair. “Now sleep…”

  Too exhausted to resist, Galadriel only weakly nodded and then drifted off, safe in your arms.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

the debriefing

something short and (not) sweet. direct sequel to this.

wrote this quickly because i need to exorcise this out of my brain first. mermaid-coded dust do be suffering >:3

(cw: unhealthy/toxic relationship, abuse of power, possessiveness, forced alcohol consumption, vomiting)

"dust, stay behind. all of you, get to your rooms."

dust stays still in his spot, as cross and horror pause in their steps and give him a quick look. only the newbie (the impostor) leaves the room quickly with a bounce to his steps. dust decides he hates it.

when the study is vacant except for him and nightmare, dust is swiftly dragged and positioned in a guest chair facing nightmare's extravagant desk. he sits, his gaze looking down on the decorative floor mats and his mind absentmindedly counting the circles he can see. he only half-listened when nightmare opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of something and pours it into the two wine glasses on his desk. one glass is deposited in his lap by one of nightmare's tentacles.

"drink," nightmare says, his voice velvety. dust knows better - it is a command. and yet, he doesn't lift the glass. he stares at the shimmering red liquid surface, unblinking.

a tentacle grabs his face roughly and forces him to look into the immortal's turquoise eyelight. nightmare's face sports a disdainful sneer, as if dust is nothing but a nuisance to him, which is probably not far from the truth, dust thinks.

"i say, drink," nightmare says, his tone sterner than before. not waiting for dust to respond, nightmare grabs dust's glass and forces it to his mouth. not wanting to prolong whatever this is, dust complies and drinks. the wine is strong, but not the strongest he's ever tasted. the liquid burns as it goes down his throat, leaving him even more parched.

the anger in nightmare's face swiftly melts into a look of malicious joy. he pets dust's hood with his hand, cooing, "that's it. it's good to celebrate once in a while, don't you think?"

he leaves the half-empty glass in dust's lap again and sips his own glass, humming happily. it is a bit eerie to see nightmare happy, but dust can't be bothered to care. he only sits, waiting for nightmare to speak again.

"how do like the new addition, dust?"

dust tenses, then admonishes himself for doing so. nightmare must have noticed, because dust can hear a chuckle.

"sensitive topic, hm?" nightmare places his glass on his desk, then wanders in front of dust, standing towering over him. "that's why we're having this conversation." a tentacle snakes up dust's bandaged zygomatic bone, just slightly pressing on it. "so, how do you like him, dust?"

he's loud, dust answers after a while, not daring to break the eye contact with nightmare.

"that he is," nightmare hums. "more outspoken than the one we had, isn't he?"

another tentacle hovers over dust's chest, an unspoken request. dust obeys, manifesting his soul for nightmare to handle. a wave of apathy washes over him as nightmare continues, "he's still new to the multiverse, still malleable. you can teach him, just like you were taught by our old mutual friend."

nightmare speaks of the word with much derision as he lightly squeezes dust's soul. the skeleton monster flinches, unable to mask his reaction to such an act to his being.

"how long have you been with me, dust? with him gone, you're my oldest servant now. and you're quiet, much more manageable than the traitor, i say." another squeeze. "and my best servant deserves the best, doesn't he?"

as long as i obey you that is, dust thinks, but doesn't say out loud. he shivers as nightmare releases his soul and pushes it back into his body.

"he's my gift to you. break him, fuck him, kill him - whatever, i don't care," nightmare's face breaks into a smile. he leans into dust's face, his eyelight wild and his tentacles erratic. "although, think of him as our second chance. this time, we'll make things right. won't we, dust?"

as abruptly as he invaded dust's space, nightmare retreats back besides his desk, holding his glass of wine again. dust releases a breath he doesn't know he's been holding, taking another sip of his own glass. he feels warm and fuzzy.

"you can go now," nightmare dismisses him. "think about what i say, will you? and oh," nightmare smiles behind his glass, as he notices dust paying attention to him again. "he likes red."

when dust leaves nightmare's study, he walks quickly back to his room, his body on auto-pilot.

dust is somewhat surprised when he sees cross standing in front of his room, leaning against the wall. the monochrome skeleton perks up at his sight.

"hey, about the date, i-"

dust passes by him, not caring what he has to say. he crashes into his bathroom in his room and pushes his fingers into his mouth, forcing himself to cough up whatever concoction nightmare had him drink. he could see the little golden flecks flushing down the drain.

pathetic, his brother says. and dust can't help but agree. what are you going to do?

dust stares at the broken mirror looking back at him, unable to produce an answer.

[shelkore]

Touchy - aonoak

WARNING! slightly smutty aged up lo’ak x aonung oneshot

“You command me like Ewya commands the sea. You consume every thought, every feeling, you consume me.”

~

There was only so much ignoring that Lo'ak could do.

How was he supposed to when he was consistently getting dragged to pointless lessons? Whether it be learning how to hunt, using a harpoon or net to catch fish beyond the reef, or learning of the nature of water that surrounded them all; Aonung always found some new thing to teach him. Which in hindsight, was quite contrary to his previous reaction when they'd first met.

The older, light-blue tinted boy was starting to become extremely aggravating.

Lo'ak felt like a child in his shadow, taking his first steps and tripping over his own feet. Although the other boy never directly made fun of him, he couldn't help but be nervous at the idea of being a disappointment.

It's all he'd ever known himself to be.

He was sat on his own ilu, legs steady on each side of it. They were at the surface, and Lo'ak was attempting to practice riding his ilu; he couldn't hold his breath for long, which also required patient practice.

He'd had so much practice with riding his ikran, that it was a second nature for him; but here he was on water, not soil and here were beaches instead of trees.

He needed to learn their ways, and their way was to ride an over-sized sea-snake; which just so happened to be super difficult.

He clicked his tongue, hand clasped around the reign on the back of the creature's neck. Urging it forward, Lo'ak attempted to keep his hold while the ilu took a dive into the water. The feeling of the water pushing against his form overwhelmingly resulted in him releasing the reign.

As the ilu swam away from him, Lo'ak floated up to the surface just in time to hear a soft laugh coming from the deck above him.

To the younger boy's dismay, his eyes drifted up to find a slightly amused Aonung perched on the edge of the netting-like platforms that held the Metkayina up as they walked from their huts around the clan. His elbow was perched on his knee, chin resting in his palm as he watched Lo'ak's failure with curious eyes.

Lo'ak was more infuriated with how attractive he happened to be while antagonizing him, than the actual antagonizing.

"You will never manage to ride an ilu the way you are attempting, skxawng." His voice was deep, echoing across the water until it reached Lo'ak's ears; even with the added insult at the end, his tone was full and caused his chest to feel weird. It made the younger boy's ears twitch.

Lo'ak's eyes rolled involuntarily, as he clicked his tongue once-more for his ilu. The call fell from his lips, and the creature waded it's way back to him as the water rippled around it. The darker-tinted Navi's hand reached out, gliding along the back of the beautiful ilu. It made a noise, muffled by the water, almost in appreciation.

With his hands planted on it's back, Lo'ak lifted himself up to mount the ilu once again. As soon as he settled comfortably, he saw Aonung from the corner of his eye drop into the water from the place he was sitting. His gaze turned to the older boy as the latter waded up to him, gently grabbing the ilu to keep himself afloat.

Lo'ak raised a hand dismissively, "Kä neto!" He waved Aonung away, unsuccessfully.

The Metkayina ignored him, eyes traveling over the Omaticaya's form. His eyes specifically wandered over Lo'ak's thick thighs, tense on each side of the ilu. Aonung frowned, cheeks brightening as he cleared his throat.

"Your legs are too tense, they're tight around her neck. You need to be relaxed." His hand moved from it's spot on the ilu to the younger boy's thigh; resting just above his knee, he gently moved it away from the creature's side, urging him to relax. "If you are tense, your ilu will feel it through the bond. If you are nervous, she will be as well."

Lo'ak was nervous for other reasons at that point, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears as his eyes burned into the spot where Aonung's hand lay on his thigh. His face flushed, with irritation or something else? He wasn't sure. His hand gripped the reign tight, as he sucked in a breath and attempted to calm himself down.

His eyes closed, taking in deep breaths of air as he ignored the feeling of the other's touch. It was simply a gesture to help him, and he was annoyed with himself for being affected by it; he was also annoyed at Aonung for needing to be so touchy.

He wasn't aware that they were both nervous for their own reasons.

As soon as he calmed his heartbeat, Lo'ak listened to Aonung's advice and loosed his grip of his legs on his ilu. Relaxing his body, he sighed and fixed his posture.

Aonung's touch was soothing in an irritating way, and his words were sultry and genuine; as soothing as his touch. "Feel her heartbeat, the way her chest rises with every breath. She can feel what you feel through your bond, just as you can feel her." His tone was full of emotion that Lo'ak couldn't quite place, and he didn't dare open his eyes to try and analyze Aonung's expression.

It was probably one of annoyance, or taunting.

Aonung's hand softly slides higher on Lo'ak's knee, the latter stiffening in surprise. The tension builds, thick enough to pierce with an arrow; it was suffocating to the younger boy, his heart thumping in his chest and in his ears.

The soft palm of the older boy shifts gently up his thigh, softly, almost like the ghost of a touch that leaves several goosebumps in it's wake. Lo'ak's breath hitches in his throat, and as fast as the touch is there, it's gone.

Aonung lets his hand fall back to the ilu's side, gently patting her and adverting his gaze. He knew of his affect on Lo'ak, knew how to get under his skin, knew how to make him nervous. He knew Lo'ak actively denied himself every bit of emotion he felt other than annoyance or disdain.

The taller boy's eyes shifted towards the way Lo'ak was seated, and waded towards the back of the ilu, facing the smaller boy's back.

Lo'ak felt the burning sensation of Aonung's eyes on him, and he shivered involuntarily as the feeling traveled across his skin. His cheeks flushed, and he thanked Eywa that the other boy happened to be behind him so he didn't have to worry about Aonung catching onto his embarrassment.

A noise of surprise fell from Lo'ak's lips as he felt a soft hand sliding up the small of his back. He felt the soft pressure of Aonung's palm as the taller boy made an effort to straighten Lo'ak's posture. Tingles were left along his skin, scattered like the freckles that adorned his body, following the path of the other boy's touch.

Lo'ak made no effort to look back at Aonung, but still felt the heat of his gaze on his body. The other hand effortlessly slid around the side of Lo'ak's waist, as if touching him this way didn't matter and had no affect on the smaller boy.

Aonung knew it did.

Lo'ak was growing slightly irritated, deeming there no reason for the Metkayina to be this touchy with him. Aonung supposedly hated him, he complained about having to teach the Sully's when they'd all first arrived- why was he all of a sudden so eager to teach him?

Confusion was evident on Lo'ak's face as he finally turned and raised a brow at the annoying older boy. He felt the pads of Aonung's fingers pressed against his waist, holding him still as his other hand slithered up his back; Aonung applied slight pressure as he went, straightening Lo'ak's spine and gently coaxing him to sit straighter. 

"Keep your body relaxed, but also keep proper posture," Aonung spoke gently. "Don't slouch." As his hand reached the spot between Lo'ak's shoulder blades, his fingers splayed as his hand stilled. The younger boy was finding it hard to think straight, with Aonung's hand still resting on his hip and his other hand pressing against his back.

He turned forward, determined to ignore whatever stupid thing Aonung was trying to accomplish by toying with him. Aonung's hand fell from his waist, and cleared his throat as silent tension ensued.

The younger Navi snapped out of his stupor and his tongue clicked, urging his ilu forwards. His body relaxed, relieved from the tension in the air as she took a dive into water.

The water pushed against his body, but his grip stayed tight on his ilu as his eyes closed and his body relaxed. The creature's heartbeat timed with his own, and she yipped a sound of excitement as her fins whipped faster through the water. His eyes drifted close, lungs slightly burning from the lack of oxygen as he let his body drift through the water, the ilu pulling him along.

He heard the sound of a different ilu behind him, this one a male. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting through the water to find a smirking Aonung tailing behind him on his own ilu. Lo'ak ignored him, straightening his back on the creature as they resurfaced for air.

He was successfully riding his own ilu for the first time.

A series of yips fell from Lo'ak's lips, pride seeping into his chest from his success; he was proud of himself. His ears twitched at the sound of Aonung's own excitement, the taller boy behind him letting out his own shouts of pride.

When Lo'ak turned, ecstatic and eyes full of joy, Aonung's own eyes of delight bore into his own. On the light-blue tinted boy's face, a smile of encouragement that left another weird feeling in Lo'ak's chest.

The latter watched as Aonung's smile shifted into an almost playful smirk, and he disappeared under the water with a dive of his ilu.

Lo'ak's eyes shifted around him, scanning the water and looking for where the older boy had gone. He'd been abandoned by him once before, at the reef when they were supposed to go hunting; he was slightly expecting the same outcome as before.

Now that he'd successfully mounted his ilu, staying positioned and riding it properly- there was no purpose left for Aonung to stick around him much longer anyway.

He ignored the intolerable sinking feeling in his chest.

His amber eyes shifted to the back of the creature, patting her back soothingly. He prepared to turn back and head towards the clan when the splash of water from in-front of him caught his attention.

And there, in all of his annoying and insufferable glory, was Aonung shooting him a smirk from up ahead. The light-blue boy clicked his tongue, eyes piercing into Lo'ak's own as he urged his own ilu to go faster, speeding farther ahead of him.

His jaw clicked, and Lo'ak did the same, attempting to gain speed and catch up to the moron taunting him from ahead.

A race full of splashing, tail flipping and antagonizing (mostly on Aonung's side) took place. Long forgetting about intending to return to the clan, Lo'ak followed Aonung just beyond the reef until they arrived at a cove. The rock formation stretched in a giant circle, with an opening on one side and a beach connecting around the inner part of the circle.

In the ocean, beautiful coral stemmed from the sand in all shapes, sizes and colors; spreading through the sea like a rainbow. Plants glowing all sorts of colors spread throughout the bottom of the water, some plants had grown up the sides of the rocks and gave the beach a luminous glow.

There was no sign of any other Navi at the cove, just animals in the sea and them on their respective ilu. Lo'ak's eyes widened to take in the scenery around them, Aonung still riding up ahead of him.

The smaller boy's hand fell to the water, fingers grazing through the waves as he watched the plants and coral below them, passing by in clouds of color.

Aonung spared a glance back, sharing the same look of awe. The reason for the look was different for each of them.

As the older boy's ilu came to a stop at the edge of the beach, he swung himself off his ilu and gently glided his fingers over the creature's head, watching as it took off away from shore. Lo'ak followed quickly behind him, his own ilu slowing as he arrived at the sand.

Before the Omaticaya could hoist himself off his ilu, smooth hands wrapped themselves around his waist and he was lifted off swiftly and gently. Lo'ak's eyes widened, his eyes snapping to Aonung's as his feet were quickly planted in the sand. Even with him safely on land, and the ilu swimming off to play with the other, the Metkayina's hands lingered.

The pads of his thumbs were pressed firmly against Lo'ak's hips, and his pale-blue eyes were filled with an intensity that made that stupid feeling bubble in the former's chest again.

Lo'ak adverted his gaze, and quickly stepped away from the other Navi. He huffed, annoyance starting to show as he took a step up towards the rocks. He refused himself the chance to look back, and strictly stared ahead at the formation of rock and the bright green grass that grew upon it; his feet were sinking in the sand, and he stumbled here and there as he tried to make it away from Aonung.

Far enough away that he couldn't touch him; couldn't make him melt in his hands like a snowflake in the spring.

Aonung was quick to follow behind him, reaching out and seizing Lo'ak's wrist before he could get far. But his hold was gentle, and the younger boy quickly ripped his arm from the other's grasp.

A small hiss fell from his lips, but not enough to deem a genuine threat toward Aonung.

"What are you trying to do? Kä neto li!" His words came harsh, sharp as the sting that the Metkayina felt in his chest.

Aonung knew he was affecting Lo'ak, and that the latter was annoyed by it.

"I'm not trying to do anything?" Aonung feigned a tone of innocence, eyebrow raised as if he didn't know damn well what he was doing.

Lo'ak let out a noise of frustration, taking a step forward and jabbing a finger against Aonung's chest. "My family first arrived here and I was nothing to you but a freak and half demon." His tone was accusatory, irritation seeping into every word. "And now you've decided it's your duty or something to train me in absolutely everything?"

Aonung's face fell, and he stayed quiet for a minute as Lo'ak's pent-up frustration seeped out like the waves of an ocean.

"Wasn't I a freak? My tail is too small to swim, my body too thin to be useful, my arms too frail?" Lo'ak huffed, teeth barred as he took a step back from Aonung. "If all I am is a freak and a disappointment then just let me be that in peace! Without your constant taunting or touchiness or making me feel this annoying shit!" He threw his arms up, defeated and slightly embarrassed because he hadn't meant to let that last part to escape his lips.

He was just so angry. So annoyed and-

-tired of wishing he didn't feel like this.

Lo'ak let out a breath, defeated.

And then it was Aonung's turn to become frustrated.

"Aynga lu nìftxan snumìna!" Aonung's voice turned harsh, hurt evident in his tone. "You think I teach you out of duty?"

Lo'ak glared back of him, "It's not like there's any other reason! You just can't help but hate me."

Aonung raised his voice, clearly hurt. "The last thing I could ever feel towards you is hate."

Lo'ak scoffed, eyes rolling in disbelief. "You sure act like you do."

"Because it's the only way I can talk to you without coming entirely undone!" Aonung's words came out breathy, chest heaving and his eyes full of raw emotion staring straight into Lo'ak's golden ones.

"It's the only way I can talk to you without you running away."

Lo'ak adverted his eyes, taking a step back towards the rocks surrounding them and shaking his head with distrust. The older Metkayina took a step forward in retaliation, cautious and slow as if the younger boy would dart if he got too close.

"You command me like Eywa commands the sea," the light-blue tinted boy spoke slowly. "You consume every thought, every feeling, you consume me."

Lo'ak continued to shake his head, ears twitching at his words and mind full of confusion and emotions he didn't want to name.

"My very being," Aonung took a step towards him, "is plagued by your laugh, your smile, your eyes." Another step forward, with Lo'ak's back pressed firmly against the wall of rock and Aonung directly in-front of him. "You have haunted me ever since you arrived here, I didn't have any opportunity to do anything but want you." His voice was full of compassion and wanting, and Lo'ak could hear the sincerity in his words.

The Omaticaya's eyes flickered behind Aonung, his mind debating whether to run and if he could make it to the edge of the shore without being caught. And, as if he had read his mind, Aonung's hands were planted on either side of his head; Lo'ak was caged against the rock wall, Aonung close enough that he could feel his breath on his face.

He had no escape.

He felt his face heat, embarrassment and want seeping through his veins and his mind swindled back and forth with emotions. Feeling Aonung so close to him, his body all but pressed against his own, arms keeping him in place and pale eyes filled with an intensity that made him shiver- he was lost. Goosebumps spread all over his skin, chest fluttering and his heart racing; he couldn't think straight with him so close.

The smaller boy's eyes shifted away, refusing to meet the other's in shame and embarrassment.

Aonung's hand slowly shifted from it's spot on the rock, moving to softly cup Lo'ak's cheek, guiding his head up and forcing his eyes to his. Lo'ak could finally make out the emotions swirling in the older boy's eyes, like ripples in water that he could drown in. Love, endearment, pride, understanding. Lo'ak's heart swelled, the pit in his stomach building.

"You are many things- disappointment you are not." The words were soft, slightly calming the racing of Lo'ak's heart. As much as the Omaticaya wanted to look away, he couldn't. He couldn't get away, he couldn't run. He couldn't run from the sensation on his skin where Aonung caressed his cheek, and the fluttering in his chest from his words.

Aonung's other hand moved to cup both cheeks, softly running his thumbs under the smaller Navi's eyes in a soothing motion. His touch was light, gentle as the ocean breeze that blew around them, and Lo'ak felt himself leaning into the touch.

"Oel ngati kameie," Aonung spoke so quiet and gentle, his voice fragile and his words full of everything the smaller boy didn't realize he longed for. "I see you, Lo'ak."

The Omaticaya's eyes went wide, his chest burning and his face twisted in surprise. His amber orbs were full of want, of need. One of Aonung's hands shifted down to Lo'ak's neck, fingertips brushing against the hair on the nape of his neck and his thumb caressing his jaw.

Sparks flew on Lo'ak's skin, and his eyes took in everything before him as if it was in a new light.

Eclipse had come and gone, and Aonung's freckles had begun to glow, scattered across his skin like seafoam in the ocean; the stripes painted on his skin like ripples in the deep.

He was truly beautiful, and Lo'ak wondered how he never saw it before.

Aonung saw him.

And Lo'ak felt like he was seeing the Metkayina boy truly for the first time.

"There's just inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in"

The heat of the older boy's body pressed against his overwhelmed his senses, and when Aonung leaned his forehead against his own he felt his breath catch in his throat. His hands came up to tentatively rest upon the taller boy's neck, his heart racing faster than the ilu that carried him to the beach.

The Metkayina inched his face closer to Lo'ak's, and the latter could feel Aonung's breath fanning over his lips. He was so close, there was so little space between the two as their bodies molded together; it was as if they were made to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle.

"There is tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don't care if I'm forgiven"

Lo'ak took in a sharp breath, attempting to calm his racing heart.

"I see you." His voice was soft, a whisper that Aonung almost did not catch.

But he did, and as soon as the words reached his ears, his lips were on Lo'ak's.

"Right now I'm shameless

Screaming my lungs out for ya"

Aonung's lips met the smaller boy's softly, slow and cautious. The other boy did not hesitate to reciprocate, gripping the other boy's neck as if it was his lifeline and pushing himself against him. A noise of surprise left Aonung's mouth, but nonetheless he returned the same passion through the kiss that Lo'ak was conveying.

Skin on skin, fever pouring through every kiss lost between the two. A burning fire ignited in both of them, no longer able to be kept at bay.

Lo'ak wasn't sure he'd ever be able to forget the feeling of Aonung's lips on his own, and he didn't want to.

The younger Navi was still caged against the wall, back pressed against the rock and chest flush with Aonung's. The Metkayina's bun had come undone, and Lo'ak's hands were now buried in his hair as Aonung licked his bottom lip slowly.

Lo'ak was inexperienced when it came to anything like this, and he was unsure of what to do or if he was even doing this right; all he knew was he loved it. He loved the feeling of Aonung's hands, the heat between their bodies, the way his mouth felt. He loved it all.

Aonung, seemingly sensing his confusion, gently nipped at Lo'ak's bottom lip. The smaller boy gasped in surprise, his mouth falling open as the Metkayina quickly slipped his tongue inside. Their tongues tangled together, in a fight for dominance that Lo'ak knew he was going to lose.

Aonung's tongue explored the smaller boy's mouth, wanting to taste everything he had to offer and leave nothing untouched.

A small moan fell from the Omaticaya's mouth at the feeling of the hot tongue against his own, and his fingers tangled and tugged on the long locks that had long been disarranged on Aonung's head. The older boy let out a grunt, that was quickly lost in Lo'ak's mouth, as he was overwhelmed with the heat of their bodies and want for even more.

Lo'ak felt something slither past his leg, and quickly recognized it as Aonung's thick tail wrapping itself possessively around his upper thigh. The pair pulled away for air, but Aonung didn't stop his onslaught as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along Lo'ak's jaw, down to his neck. Breathy sounds, although he tried to stop them, escaped from the smaller boy's lips as Aonung's mouth trailed down his neck, leaving sparks and tingles in their wake.

The older Navi's hands gripped Lo'ak's waist, thumbs rubbing circles into his skin while his tongue continued to swirl across his neck.

Suddenly, Aonung's hands shifted down to the back of Lo'ak's thighs. Gripping them firmly, he hoisted the smaller boy up for him to wrap his legs around his waist. Lo'ak's ankles locked around Aonung's waist, wanting him as close as possible as he feverishly connected their lips again.

The taller Navi slid his hands up, softly sliding underneath Lo'ak's bottom to keep him in the air while he pressed him back against the wall of rock. The sound of the smaller male's heavy breathing and quiet moans that he tried to muffle made Aonung's ears twitch, more heat building in his stomach and heart beating wildly.

Lo'ak's hands gripped and tugged at his hair, tangled in the dark locks and relishing in the reaction he received in doing so; the feeling of the Metkayina's hands on his flesh sending shivers up his spine. Aonung's grip tightened on his bottom, and the noise that fell from Lo'ak's mouth in response was likely to have Eywa looking down on them in shame.

The Omaticaya couldn't be bothered to care, butterflies were fluttering through his stomach to his chest every time their lips reconnected.

Aonung trailed wet kisses down Lo'ak's collarbone, leaving marks along the way as he gently nipped at his skin. The darker tinted Navi hissed at the feeling, pleasure coursing through him and his mind beginning to fog at the overwhelming feelings he was experiencing.

Eventually, the Metkayina found the sweet spot right between where his shoulder met his collarbone, and attached his lips hungrily; the sound of Lo'ak's heavy breathing and quiet sounds of encouragement urged him on, as he nipped and sucked at the light-blue skin until a dark purple mark was left in place when he detached his mouth.

His teeth gently nipped the mark one more time, until he trailed back up and left open-mouthed kisses along Lo'ak's jaw. Aonung pulled back for a moment, examining the mark and raking his eyes over the panting form of his mate.

Was he his mate, now?

Aonung's voice came out deep, heavy with want. "Mine?" Although not meant to be a question, it came out as such with the confusion evident.

Lo'ak nodded feverishly, "Yes please." Aonung gave his ass another gentle squeeze, leaning down until his lips were at the shell of the other Navi's ear.

"Ma yawne."

Lo'ak felt his cheeks heat, turning to catch Aonung's lips in another heated kiss. The feeling of his lips on his own was addicting, like a drug he couldn't get enough of and desperately needed.

Aonung relished in the feeling, as many times as he'd imagined what it'd be like to kiss him like this, touch him, he hadn't even come close to the actual act.

The taller Navi's eyes went wide, as he pulled back slightly. Lo'ak seemed confused, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Aonung all of a sudden became painfully aware of how thin the layer of clothing between them was.

All they adorned was a loincloth each, both made of a large cloth and leaves, but neither thick enough to leave much to the imagination. The back was just a string around their waists, a thong-like garment that made everything so easily accessible.

Aonung became aware of this when he felt how excited his mate happened to be.

He could feel everything through Lo'ak's loincloth, as he was sure it was the same vis versa.

Lo'ak's hips shifted, as he grew nervous that he'd done something wrong that upset the Metkayina; the movement resulted in a low groan from the latter, who dropped his head onto the smaller Navi's shoulder as he held his hips firmly. Lo'ak shuddered at the feeling, gliding his lips over Aonung's neck.

Aonung couldn't get his thoughts under control, his hands staying put on the other boy's hips to keep him in place. He felt heat creep up his neck, and buried his face against Lo'ak's shoulder as he felt soft kisses peppered against his own.

His mind was buzzing, stomach pooling with want and arousal; the effect that Lo'ak had on him was almost unbearable.

It'd be so easy to just slide his hands down and slip his fingers inside.

He wondered how tight Lo'ak would be around him, how loud his moans would be with Aonung's fingers buried inside of him.

He could feel how much the Omaticaya wanted him, how hard he was with his hips pressed against his own.

The taller Navi felt Lo'ak fighting against his solid hold on his hips, and he cautiously released them, sliding his hands down to resume their place kneading his ass.

He lifted his head, Lo'ak's heavy breathing and half-lidded eyes managed to make Aonung even more aroused- if that was even possible.

Lo'ak gently rocked his hips against the Metkayina's, letting out a soft whine as the feeling enveloped him. It felt so good, and he hardly understood why but knew he wanted more.

"Rutxe," Lo'ak pleaded in his Navi tongue. "Please-" His words were cut off by a hard thrust of Aonung's hips against his, rubbing against eachother in a way that made Lo'ak lightheaded.

"Please what?" The taller Navi's voice came out somewhat taunting, almost hoping to hear the dark-tinted boy beg for him. His hands slid dangerously close towards his entrance, spreading and kneading his plump ass and enticing a loud moan from Lo'ak's lips.

His words came breathy, his chest heaving, "I want you." The needy undertone to them had Aonung's head spinning.

The taller Navi gently debated it in his head, wanting to continue but also not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn't want.

He wanted Lo'ak to be comfortable, but he also wanted to make him feel good like a good mate was supposed to.

His tongue clicked, mind made up as he pressed a gentle kiss to Lo'ak's lips. "Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay?" He leaned back slightly, making sure he fully heard him as his eyes bore into the Omaticaya's.

Lo'ak nodded in understanding, softly reconnecting their lips. Attempting to copy the taller boy, he gently licked and nipped at Aonung's bottom lip, causing a low moan to escape from the taller boy's mouth and get muffled against Lo'ak's.

The dark-blue boy felt heat pool in his stomach, fireworks erupting through his body at the feeling of Aonung's hips rubbing against his so perfectly- the sensitive hardness between his thighs sliding perfectly against Aonung's.

Aonung slowed the rock of his hips, gently moving his lover away from the rock he had been pressed against. Carefully, he moved to a soft patch of grass and slowly seated himself, Lo'ak planted in his lap.

His hands continued their work, lips attached to Lo'ak's neck and the latter's hands tangled in his hair. He brought his fingers up to Lo’ak’s lips, prodding at his lips.

Lo’ak raised a brow, and Aonung gestured for him to open his mouth. “Suck.” Aonung’s voice laced with lust sent shivers down Lo’ak’s spine, and with pink cheeks he obliged, taking two slender fingers between his lips.

He slid his tongue over Aonung’s knuckles, lathering them in spit and slowly sucking them like he’d demanded. His eyes fell upon Aonung’s heavy one, and the sight of him shifting on-top of Aonung’s thighs and lapping at his fingers was making Aonung’s length impossibly harder.

Aonung would make use of that pretty mouth one day.

Today though, he’d just satisfy his pretty mate.

He removed his fingers from Lo’ak’s mouth, moving them down to his bottom. He feels the other Navi stiffen, and he presses a soothing kiss to his temple. “It's going to feel a bit uncomfortable at first." Aonung's voice soothed Lo'ak, who was a bit nervous but feeling abnormally needy. It was obvious he had no experience, but he knew what he wanted and he didn't want these feelings to stop.

The younger Navi nodded, eyes full of trust and want as they stared into Aonung's own pale eyes.

His fingers gently pulled the string of Lo'ak's loincloth to the side, softly circling his hole with his finger until he gently slid it inside the tight ring of muscle.

Lo'ak let out a quiet gasp at the intrusion, slightly tensing as his breath hitched. Aonung soothed him with kisses, scattering them all over the other Navi's face as he attempted to calm him. He kept his hand still, unmoving.

"Shh, relax. You're okay baby." Baby. A term, Aonung assumed of endearment, that he'd heard from those strange sky people and sometimes from Jake Sully. Lo'ak's face flushed, and his body relaxed so Aonung assumed it had the effect that he wanted.

He gently slid his finger out, then slowly back inside Lo'ak's tight heat as the Omaticaya let out a low moan. He wasn't used to the feeling, but it started to feel good and the uncomfortable feeling faded quickly.

When Aonung started to pick up the pace, and Lo'ak seemed to be enjoying it by the sounds falling from his lips, the former slid another finger inside; the feeling of the smaller Navi's tight entrance wrapped around his fingers was driving him insane.

"Eywa, you are so tight ma yawne." Lo'ak's face flushed in embarrassment, which quickly faded at the feeling of Aonung's fingers making scissoring motions inside him, stretching his ass open.

A groan fell from his lips, and Aonung moved to attach his mouth to his collarbone, sucking and nipping at his skin wherever his mouth could reach. Every ounce of pain had faded, making way for a new feeling bubbling inside his stomach- it was new to Lo’ak but it felt so good.

"Please, 'nung, more." The neediness in his voice when Lo’ak spoke his name made Aonung let out a quiet groan.

He slid a third finger inside of him, feeling him stretch around his fingers as he buried them inside Lo'ak's heat up to his knuckles. The Omaticaya was in bliss from the feeling of Aonung's long digits sliding in and out of him; he gently rocked his hips back, trying to wedge them deeper.

Aonung decided that the loincloth was no longer needed, the outline of how hard Lo'ak happened to be was evident through the thin fabric, and he quickly removed his fingers to untie the string holding the cloth to the Navi's body.

He pulled the loincloth away, tossing it somewhere on the ground before refocusing his attention on the whining Navi seated in his lap.

Lo'ak's fingers lay buried in Aonung's hair, which definitely needed to be rebraided later after all the tugging and pulling the Omaticaya had done.

Aonung's pale eyes scanned up and down Lo'ak's body, who shifted nervously in his lap. The smaller boy started to shift away, afraid that his body wasn't what Aonung expected.

Which, was true, but in the best possible way.

Before he could pull away and get up, Aonung grabbed Lo'ak by the base of his tail, pulling him towards himself and thrusting his hips against the smaller Navi's.

Lo'ak had never been touched there, but Eywa did it feel so good.

Aonung’s eyes raked over his form, Lo’ak’s eyes closed from the new stimulation. His mate was stunning, and the Metkayina recalled Lo’ak’s figure- and then his eyes- to be the first thing he noticed about him when the Sully’s arrived. Granted, he was young then, and immature as he was, he had insulted the Navi when his mind was truly in awe.

He’d never treat the boy in-front of him so poorly again, now living to make Lo’ak happy. And currently, Aonung was determined to make the beauty of a boy in-front of him feel good-

-and make him cum so hard that he never forgot the feeling of Aonung's fingers fucking his ass.

He quickly leaned forward, and instead of attaching his lips to Lo'ak's collarbone, leaned down and captured his nipple in his mouth. Lo'ak let out a sound of surprise, grip tightening on Aonung's hair as he felt the taller boy's wet tongue trace the perky bud. The Omaticaya's jaw fell slack, eyes closed as Aonung sucked and teased his nipple relentlessly.

One of the Metkayina's hands found their way back to his entrance, plunging three fingers deep inside him and forcing a low moan to fall from Lo'ak's mouth. His entrance tightened around the other Navi's fingers, heat pooling in his stomach and his ass feeling full.

Aonung detached his mouth from one of his nipples, now soaked in saliva and purple from all the attention it just received. "Eywa, Lo'ak. You have no idea what I wish to do to you." His voice was darkened with lust, and he slid his fingers deeper until he found a specific spot that had Lo'ak melting. His heat was gripping Aonung’s fingers like a vice, and a moan loud enough to reach the clan echoed through the cove as Lo’ak’s eyes rolled in pleasure.

"Please right there!" The smaller Navi begged shamelessly, bucking his hips against the Metkayina's as he chased whatever feeling was building in his stomach. "'s so good 'nung." His words slurred together, urging Aonung on as his fingers slammed against that spot over and over.

Aonung released Lo'ak's tail, using his now free hand to wrap around the Omaticaya's length, collecting the bead off his tip with his thumb; he quickly started a rhythm of slamming his fingers against his spot, and using his hand to pleasure him while the smaller Navi rocked his hips back and forth.

"You're so good for me Lo'ak." His words of praise made Lo'ak's ears twitch, adding to the heat of his body as he chased a release from the pressure building in his core. His fingers tugged harshly, causing Aonung's own groans to spill out and mix with Lo'ak's needy ones.

"Almost-" a moan fell from his lips when Aonung gently nipped a sensitive nipple, "there!" He didn't know where "there" was, but the pleasure building in his core was overflowing and he was so close to the release of it.

A final slam of his fingers, buried knuckle-deep in Lo'ak's tight heat and the overstimulation of his body sent him over.

Strings of white released, covering both his own chest and Aonung's. His hips still bucked against the Metkayina's, riding out his high as he slowed his movements to a halt.

His head lay against Aonung's shoulder, body relaxing from the high he just experienced as he slumped against his lover. He was panting, chest heavy as the embarrassment seeped in about what just happened.

And since Aonung happened to know him a bit too well, he quickly peppered the younger Navi's face with soft kisses. His fingers slid out of the Omaticaya, who was no doubt going to be sore when walking, and quickly grabbed a nearby leaf to clean them both up with.

As he began to wipe up the mess, Aonung gently nudged Lo'ak with his nose, who was still staring at the grass and adverting his gaze; when his eyes met the Metkayina's, he found nothing but love and adoration in them. The earlier heat was replaced by a loving atmosphere, and Aonung pressed a gentle kiss to the other's lips.

"You did so well, ma Lo'ak." His tone was soothing, and once he had them both cleaned up for the most part, he quickly cupped Lo'ak's face in his hands, softly rubbing circles into his freckle-painted skin.

Aonung’s own arousal was lost on him, his goal fulfilled as his mate lay exhausted in his arms.

His lips came up to meet Lo'ak's once more, but instead of heat or lust, it was filled with tenderness, adoration, understanding. The world around the two dissolved, as they lost themselves in each other and their own little bubble of safety and comfort.

Aonung gently scooped him up, carrying him down to the edge of the cove to wash him up completely with the water.

Aonung had found his future, his mate, the moment the Sully’s had landed on their beaches. It took him growth out of his stubbornness to realize it.

But Lo’ak was his now, and he’d make sure not an Eclipse passed where his mate was unhappy.

Their differences were obvious to anyone who spared a glance, their eyes, their skin, their bodies- yet Lo'ak fit against him like he was meant to be there, meant to be tucked into his chest away from the harsh world around them.

Aonung saw past the disappointment Lo’ak believed himself to be. He knew Lo’ak felt inferior to his brother, he felt imperfect and flawed.

To the Metkayina, he was just Lo’ak.

A forest Navi that learned to swim.

[7-minutes-only]

Snowy [F]

Spice Level: Lime Danger: Scratching, implied mind control Word Count: 732 Character/s: Snowy Reader: Human Planet: Kalsi Timeline: Main

The folded paper you pull from the clown-dressed woman’s hat has the word “Snowy” written on the inside.

Curious, you hold it up. “Snowy…?” you ask, wondering who on earth it could belong to. The woman who responds to your announcement seems to fit the bill, though. At least in personality.

A shorter woman, skinny and unimpressed in her expression, approaches. Her purple skin is decorated with cyan markings that disappear under her dress, and her white hair falls over her shoulders. Her horns, massive and decorated in chains and blue gems, are the most striking, along with her eyes – magenta in color, with black sclera and white pupils. An air of danger surrounds her, as she looks you over. You feel more akin to prey than a peer, at the moment.

Her eyes find yours, and something deep in you begins to stir. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t seem to stop staring into her eyes. Her expression shifts, into one somehow lethal and endearing at once, and she grins at you. Her teeth are almost bizarrely white, and you catch a glimpse of her tongue as she leans forward to speak to you. Dark, almost iridescent under the lights, and...long.

“Poor thing.” is all she says, before turning from you, and walking herself into the closet. Your chest wells, as you see three scars running down her back, side-by-side. A fractal of tiny scars spread from them.

Before you can ask, though, the clown woman ushers you in, pushing on your back.

“Play nice! Seven minutes, no more, no less!” she announces, locking the door.

You turn around to see the thing you’ve been trapped in with. Her eyes are glowing now, along with her cyan marks and her horns. The light gives you an idea of her expression – she’s smirking, eyes narrowed as she moves closer, like a fox sneaking up to pounce on it’s prey.

You suppose that makes you more like a rabbit than a deer. Tiny and helpless, without even antlers or hooves to save yourself.

“Tell me, Visitor – was there magic in your world?” she asks, voice low and promising. Your mind can’t fathom what she might be promising, exactly, but your subconscious is begging you to accept. The air feels darker, heavier.

You can only shake your head, as she closes the distance fully. You’re trapped – her horns glow in the dark, and the way she tilts her head to the side proves they’re not too heavy for her to swing if you tried to duck. She laughs.

She snakes a hand around your waist. It’s cold – too cold. And...are those claws? She scrapes them against your flesh, under your shirt.

“Then please, allow me to teach you what it feels like, first-hand.” she teases, pressing her lips against your shoulder. Every little kiss on your skin makes you fall further and further, and cold spreads across your skin with every scratch of her claws. Your knees feel weak, like they might give out.

You tremble, trying to brace on the wall. She clicks her tongue, and bites your arm as she pulls it back towards her.

“If you’re going to fall, be good and fall to your knees.” she commands you.

Your mind accepts the command, and you slide down with little effort. You stare up at her. The glowing seems brighter, now, and she grins at you. You can hear chatter outside, but it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that she keeps smiling at you.

She kisses you, sitting in your lap. Her lips are so cold, but they taste like berries. She licks your lips, and you let her in. Her tongue snakes over your own, across your teeth, and down your throat. You choke on it, but don’t dare move from this spot. She chuckles, as she pulls it back.

“Gods, you’re adorable. Say-” she begins, before a knock comes at the door. She whips her head around, snarling at the door.

“Time’s up! Get dressed, and get out!” the woman shouts.

Snowy looks you over, and sighs, standing up and adjusting her dress.

“What a killjoy.” she mutters to herself, before grinning at you. “Be good. Come find me, later tonight. We can finish this later, little Visitor.”

You can’t think of a single reason to resist the urge to do exactly as you’re told.

[reallyromealone]

Can I request pool party with toman

And you can add this part just for laughs if you want and it’s the reader can’t swim and is probably just sitting far from the pool

6. Pool party

Event

Masterlist

Toman x male reader

I hope you enjoy

Toman wanted to giggle at (name), the teen sitting on the far end of Mikey's yard.

"Come on (name)! The water won't bite!" Draken cackled and (name) gave the finger, sitting in shorts and a sweater away from these assholes "come on we can teach you to swiiim" Baji snickered and (name) glared "I'm going nowhere near you"

You see (name) couldn't swim like at all.

And he wasn't about to trust his firends/commanders at all.

Currently they were a bunch of snakes.

"(Name) there is a shallow end!" Mitsuya offered "sweetly" as takemichi nodded "come on! You must be overheating!"

(Name) just grumbled as he glared at the pool, he couldn't even leave either as it was apparently a "Toman meeting" according to mikey who definitely said it to be an ass.

(Name) just sighed and hoped it would be over soon.

Eventually Smileys menace levels peaked and the teen lifted his friend bridal style while (name) struggled out of his grasp and poor (name) was tossed (gently much to his surprise) into the shallow end, hard enough to splash but light enough to avoid actual injury.

"I fucking hate you guys"

"No you dont" Mitsuya said sweetly and (name) huffed.

No he didn't...

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

More Zaddy Brain Rot + Spicy Hand Headcannons

alright hear me out, two words: Leather Gloves

Warning: NSFW 18+ ONLY

The moment a slight chilly breeze wooshes in, Silco is gloved and loaded. In a dedicated drawer he has a collection of leather gloves crafted from the finest material. Some are customized with spikes and studs on days he needs to deal with business while the others are plain or embroidered with his signature crest all of which vary in shades of black, brown and red

Today was a casual day and called for his usual black simple, smooth fitted gloves. They slipped on easily, giving each digit a warm and welcoming hug. They were indeed a perfect pair.

The crime lord truly felt powerful when he wore them; he would often greet you with his hand extended out which you would take in your own and lay a kiss on the knuckles. Electricity would shoot up your spine as the icy fabric met your lips; your eyes locking in place with his. He didn’t need to say anything because his mischievous glare said it all.  He expected to be treated like the royalty he is and you obeyed every command.

He knows it doesn’t take long to lure you into his office and If seeing him in his gloves wasn’t enough, feeling him is a whole other level. He would press you up against the edge of his desk before hoisting you to now sit on the wooden furniture. At first his roaming fingers would leave a cool trail behind, giving you an instant rush - every inch of your delicate skin was shivering with chills - he’s only just begun and you were already a melted puddle under his touch.

Of course the cheeky bastard would take his sweet time; dragging his hand at a tantalizingly slow pace up your plush thigh and towards the lacey undergarment he’s specially handpicked for you. He’d hook his first two fingers under the elastic band and pull it just enough for it to snap back causing you to squeak. Those same two troublesome fingers would graze ever so lightly towards your clothed slit while his free hand snaked its way through the valley of your breasts and firmly braced around your throat eliciting a faint gasp from you.

He’d soon become impatient of the endless teasing and feathered like strokes and have a carnal need to touch your supple skin. He’d loosen his grip from your neck and cup one side of your face, the velvety texture of his gloved thumb outlining the shape of your lips. “Open.” he’ll demand and you’ll do as so. Your tongue would loll out for him and without a second thought you’d wrap around his intruding finger; gently sucking. He’d growl his next order, “Off.” and you’ll slide your tongue back and replace it with your teeth, giving enough force for him to slip his thumb out. You’d repeat the same action for each individual finger and free his ever so wicked long fingers.

If you weren’t behaving he’d take the lovely opportunity to teach your bratty self a lesson. He’d force you to kneel before him, crammed between his spread legs. His thumb and forefinger pinching your cheeks together, pressing your lips into a pout. His expression was stone cold, the same one he uses to mark others with fear, unfortunate for him it didn’t have the same effect with you. No problem, he has alternative ways to break you.

Your stubbornness got the best of you today; “Count to ten.” his sentence didn’t register in your mind when he planted the first smack on your ass. You merely whimpered when he repeated the action; each slap increased intensity, echoing louder and louder throughout the corridor due to the leather. When you reached ten you were a sobbing mess, you could barely feel your ass thinking he had slapped it right off. His demeanor softened, soothing your raw, reddened bum with the coolness of his gloved hand.

[sea-owl]

The door opened and someone was in his room. Orochimaru's henchmen knew better. This person was either very new, or extremely stupid.

Sasuke was gonna go with extremely stupid since even in his half awake state their chakra felt familiar.

Well since Orchimaru won't teach his henchmen Sasuke supposes he has too.

Silently summoning one of his snakes Sasuke commanded it to incapacitate them. The snake nodded and slithered towards the door.

A feminine gasp rang through Sasuke's ears as he sits up. He swears to all that is holy if that is Karin-

Sasuke paused when pink hair enters his vision instead of red. What was Sakura doing here? How did she find this place?

Sasuke's snake had successfully wrapped itself around Sakura, imbolizing her. Though he could tell it was stuggling to keep her in place. Her body is half turned away, like she was hidding behind the door. Her head facing the crack in the door, most likely waiting for the person or thing she was hidding from to pass.

"Sakura."

Sakura flinches, slowly turning her head. "Sasuke."

Sasuke caged Sakura against the wall with his own body. His lips a breath away from kissing her ear. "It's been a long time, Sa-ku-ra."

[atozfic]

lessons in law.

⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.

⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!

⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.

⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.

⎘ word count: 1.6k

⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍‍♂️

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“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.

talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled. 

cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.

he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.

“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.

“no, mr. choi.”

“and what did you do?” 

“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”

“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”

he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.

“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.

as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.

“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”

“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.

“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.

“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”

“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”

“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”

“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”

“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.

no warning comes when he inserts a second finger. 

“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.

his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.

“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.

when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.

when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.

“mr. choi, i need a break first-”

“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”

you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.

“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.

“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.

“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”

[jisooapproved]

hellooo !!! Can i request for threesome with nomin ? But they really really hard dom kink 🤧

Sir and Daddy

warnings- smut, daddy kink, sir kink, toys, use of sex toys, chains, (reader is handcuffed) threesome (nomin), degradation, cussing, blindfolding (reader is blindfolded), vibrator and wand use, and unprotected sex 

Requested-yes!

word count-1.2K

a/n- Jeno is Sir and Jaemin is daddy 

A loud thud sounded near you, your head snapped in that direction. You heard footsteps enter the room. But with the blindfold on you couldn't see anything, you usually could tell the difference between the footsteps but in this scenario that wasn't the case. You had been blindfolded, your arms chained above you, your legs spread apart, and a bullet vibrator vibrating inside of you wildly. It wasn't on the highest setting, but it did almost bring you to orgasm but couldn't quite reach it yet. You felt the bed sink slightly near your side near your left leg and you flinched when someone touched it. "Aww, look Jeno she followed our directions! Didn't you now slut?" Jaemin cooed, you nodded to the best of your ability but the vibrator was now slowly bringing you to your orgasm and you knew you wouldn't last long.

“Are you sure Jaemin? I wouldn’t mind teaching this bitch a lesson.” he scoffed. You felt his intense stare at you you could only squirm against the chains. You were about to open your mouth the beg for the vibrator to be turned off but before you could the vibrator went silent. “Good girl, such a good girl” Jaemin growled in your ear as he turned on the vibrator making it come to life at the highest setting. You screamed out in pleasure as you could hear snickering from the foot of the bed. “You like this slut?” a harsh slap from a whip was delivered onto the right nipple and you yelped at the contact. “Yes! Yes daddy!” you screamed as another slap was felt on your stomach. Your orgasm came before you could even say it. You let out a long high pitch moan as the pleasure washed over you. Your legs shook as your walls clenched around the object. You slowly came down from the orgasm and your head cleared. The blindfold was removed as you were met with an angry Jeno and a disappointed Jaemin. “Y/n... did we tell you... you could cum?” Jaemin caressed your cheek as Jeno rolled his eyes. Hating how Jaemin was being soft. You shook your head in response to his question, a tear slipped from your eye, landing on Jaemins thumb. “Well since you seem so eager why don’t we just get to the main course huh?” Jeno scorned as he removed his clothing, the younger coping his actions. Once both of their clothes were discarding onto the floor Jaemin nodded at Jeno letting Jeno crawl onto the bed and spread your legs wide open so your cunt was on display for him. His long thick fingers dug into you yanking out the toy and throwing it away out of your vision. You whined at the loss as he stood back on his knees and pumped his length. Lining it up with your entrance he was able to slide in with ease as your wetness from your previous orgasm coated his cock. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him due to the sensitivity. He groaned before snaking his hand to your breast then to your neck, holding it with a firm grip. “You fucking kill me when you do that slut” he hissed as he started to move, sparing no mercy for your dripping hole. “Daddy!” you yelped as the grip around your neck got tighter. He thrust into you at an animalistic pace making your eyes roll back, breaking the rule to maintain eye contact with them at all times. “Look at him,” Jaemin gritted his teeth. His patient for you was slowly running out. You managed to keep your eyes on him as Jeno continue his pace until he stilled. His hot seed spilling to you, pulling out he pushed the excess cum that has leaked out back in with his finger. "Aww come on dude, I wanted to eat her out!" Jaemin whined as he crawled onto the bed. Jeno only shook his head before looking at the pink-haired boy. “You can still eat her out it’s just you will taste my kids” he mused, Jaemin rolled his eyes and you chuckled at the sit-com-like situation playing in front of you. When you did laugh the attention was now on you. Their burning gazes drilling a hole in you. “You’re enjoying this slut? I Jaemin I think she is done resting now what do you think” “I think you are absolutely right Jeno”. Jaemin smirked before he went to the drawer and pulled out a Hitachi Wand and Jeno spread out your legs. Your eyes widen at the toy and tears filled up in your eyes, as a flashback from the last time the toy came into play flashed across your mind. Jeno noticed and caressed your cheek. “Don’t worry baby, remember how much fun it was last time?” he cooed and you slowly nodded. Jaemin turned on the toy, he lowered it so it was just above your clit, ghosting it. He looked up at you. “Safeword?” “Cactus” you replied obediently, he smiled and kept eye contact as the toy came in contact with your clit. “Ahhh, Daddy! Sir!” you screamed at the new sensation. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm but with the toy, you felt the knot from at the bottom of your stomach. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Without moving the toy from your clit Jaemin positioned himself in between your legs and slowly entered you. The remaining of Jeno’s cum and your slick that was leaking out helped Jaemin slide in easier than he expected. Once he bottomed out he hunched over you, letting out a sexy deep groan. “Damn y/n, your so wet,” he whispered lowly in your ear. You moaned and clenched around him at his words. He hissed before removing the toy from you and handing it to Jeno. Once the toy was out of his hands he placed one hand on your boob giving it a good squeeze as he started at a rough pace. You wrestled against the chains a he got fast and faster. You forgot about Jeno for a few moments until you heard the wand turn on again, as it settled on your clit. “SIR! i-” only after a few short seconds you came, your legs shook as Jaemin followed after not being able to go on much longer after your velvety walls spasmed around him. "Aw fuck y/n" Jaemin whined, he slowly pulled out of you and moved aside to release you from your chains. "Wait... Y/n come here."  Jeno commanded. Once free from the chains you crawled your way to the end on the bed where Jeno was pumping his semi-hard length. "Open." you opened your mouth and took him in. Going slowly at first until you decide to fully engulf him- hitting the back of your throat in the process. He let out a deep groan, grabbing your hair making a make-shift ponytail, he started to thrust into you. He went faster and faster, tears pricked your eyes. Until you felt the warm liquid coat the back of your throat as now Jeno’s semi-soft cock was right in front of you- a string of spit and cum connecting his cock to your lips.

“good girl” they cooed in unison. You smiled as you swallowed the salty cum. 

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“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”

Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard

Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 

“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.

Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 

“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 

“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.

“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 

You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 

“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 

“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.

You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 

His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”

You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.

“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 

“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 

You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 

“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.

“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 

His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 

“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.

“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.

“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”

The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 

“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.

“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.

You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.

Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”

He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.

You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 

“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 

Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 

With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.

“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 

He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 

“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.

You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.

“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 

“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.

You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 

You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 

“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.

“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.

He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 

“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.

“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.

“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.

You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.

“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 

You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 

“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 

With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 

“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 

The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 

With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 

“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.

“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?

“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.

“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 

“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 

“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 

“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.

He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 

“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.

“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.

“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 

“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.

“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 

“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 

You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 

- FIN

authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 

Total time: 4hrs 33mins

Wordcount: 3782

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charmed [5]: ‘cycle’ (remus lupin x reader)

SMUT. professor! remus x professor!y/n. can be read as a one-shot, or as part 5 of the charmed series :) pls go show part 4 some love, and the rest of the chapters if u liked this! <3

brief summary: full moon approaching= horny as fuck remus. he can’t keep his eyes/hands off y/n, and after a whole day of being needy between classes, they ... ;) dom!remus, oral fem!receiving, fingering, size kink, ye

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a/n: i got rejected from my top choice university program today so if im gonna be unhappy, might as well make u guys happy and release parts 5 and 7

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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5. 

Remus’ life was lived in cycles, various phases of the moon commandeering partially how he felt. 

His sex drive was always pretty high; how could he not feel desire- when he had Y/N around him in his life. They had a great sex life, and Remus was definitely one to get ‘love boners’, where he would see Y/N do something not remotely suggestive but would get the desire to fuck out of sheer adoration..

When the full moon came close, however… it was on a whole other level. His body carried tension and almost an incurable itch on the days preceding his transformation. His senses flared like a wolf’s, like hearing, touch and vision. It was his sense of smell, however, that enhanced the most. For about 2-5 days leading to the full moon, his smell became much sharper. If Y/N had recently showered, her fresh scent would overwhelm his nostrils, or if she got sweaty too. The second she got aroused, Remus would be able to pick it up, and the urge to bury his face in between her legs would wash over him.

So, he 300% got way hornier during this period of time. Paired up with his senses on overdrive, all he could think about during those few days was sex with Y/N, the tiniest things she did would get him instantly hard. He’d be turned on all the time.

As the month of September came to a close, both Y/N could definitely sense her husband’s even-higher-than-normal yearning. Remus’ persona in public never revealed how much of a beast he could be in the bedroom, always calm, respectful, prudent. He treated Y/N with the upmost care, and once they got to Hogwarts, with the upmost professionalism. That quickly faltered in the last couple of days.

The second students were out of her last class, he had her pushed up against the wall, the door of the classroom safely locked. Y/N even had to cancel one Charms practice session, because Remus wasn’t able to keep his hands off her: pulling her close to him and rubbing her back while he buried his nose in the perfume of her hair. When they graded or read together in the evenings, he would bend her over the desk, then take her again in the shower that night. Every morning, Y/N would wake up in the best way possible, feeling Remus’ tight hold behind her and his already hard cock rutting up against the flesh of her butt.

This morning, however, the couple wasn’t able to squeeze in a nice wake-up shag. They had overslept, and Y/N who started at 9am while Remus at 10, had to to get to class. She hurried off, getting dressed and down for a quick breakfast, leaving Remus waking up alone, humping the sheets slightly.

His frustrations lasted all day, and definitely were not aided when he saw that Y/N was wearing his favourite pair of pants of hers at lunchtime. While the way they looked at each other always somewhat hinted at their romance, Remus’ gaze was especially obvious, like he was mentally undressing her everywhere they went.

He was presently in between classes, sitting at a table in the staff room and trailing his wand over the lines of a student’s essay he was reading. He lifted his head when he heard the door creak open, and Y/N walked in happily, carrying a stack of papers in her hands. His thread was almost thrown back as he caught a whiff of her, just pure her, mixed with a hint of… arousal? She was wet, Remus thought lewdly.

Spotting Remus, Y/N gave him a big smile, then turned towards a little desk that had some of her stuff on it. Remus gave her a cheeky wink before his eyes followed her, unabashedly fixed on how those pants fit her so nicely. Y/N bent down to store the papers into her bag, and Remus quickly had to look away, forcing his gaze on the window before he would get hard.

“Hi, my love.” He smiled gently as she approached him, turning his chair and pulling her onto his lap.

“Rem!” Y/N whispered, jerking her head towards Professor Sprout.

She was the only other teacher there, but to Remus’ greatest delight, she seemed to have snoozed off in her armchair.

“She’s asleep.” Remus whispered back, hands running everywhere on Y/N’s body as she settled herself comfortably in his lap. “Besides, I missed you.”

“Aw, pumpkin-“ Y/N giggled, accepting Remus’ kiss as he pressed his lips on hers. “I, missed, you, too” She murmured in between kisses.

Remus’ hands were getting antsy, as one went to go squeeze Y/N’s breasts and the other caressed over her butt, smoothing over the thin fabric of her dress pants. The kiss deepened as they both began breathing heavier.

“Don’t,” Y/N breathed in, breaking apart from Remus’ soft face. “Don’t you have class in like-“ She glanced at the clock. “5 minutes?!”

Remus peered over her head and groaned, shaking his tousled head. “And you do too darling, right?”

“Yeah, it’s my last one of the day.” Y/N frowned.

Remus’ gaze softened, nuzzling Y/N’s nose with the tip of his own, in a cute little Eskimo kiss- type action.

“I really love these pants, you know, I’m wondering if you wore these on purpose” He grinned, the hand on her butt petting the material softly.

“Maybe, I did….” Y/N smiled back, their faces centimeters away from each other’s.

Remus, ears full of Y/N’s voice, nose full of Y/N’s natural homey scent, didn’t register the door opening again and they both turned with a jolt, when they heard Professor McGonagall clear her throat.

Y/N jumped out of Remus’ lap, Remus smoothing his hands that were all over her body, over his robes.

“Hi, Professor McGonagall- I was just- we were just getting ready for our next l-lesson.” Y/N stammered, face growing hot in embarrassment.

“Yes, class, here- I’ll walk you to your class, darling.” Remus said, bowing his head and following Y/N out of the staff room.

“Mhmm.” Professor McGonagall hummed, peering at the two through her thin rectangle glasses. She didn’t bother reminding them they could call her ‘Minerva’, but as they shuffled out the door, her thin lips curled up in amusement. “Oh, Pomona, I’m sure you are very lucky to be dead asleep right now.” She whispered, to the Herbology teacher whose eyes were sealed shut.

In the hallway, Y/N and Remus burst out laughing once they got a safe distance away.

“I am never going to emotionally recover from that.” Remus choked in between gasps for breath.

“Please, I’m never going to look her in the eye ever again.” Y/N howled, wiping a tear with her wrist. “I mean, at least we were just sitting… and not actually doing.. anything.”

They walked along a couple stairways, their body language having adjusted to the busy Castle. 

“Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said, once they reached the Charms classroom. She stood back to the door, hands behind her on the doorknob.

Remus simply smiled courteously, eyes drifting down her. Then, quickly, he peered around them and into the classroom. Seeing it was empty, he reached behind Y/N, turned the doorknob and swirled her inside, pressing her up against the door.

“Oh, Rem-“ Y/N squeaked in surprise, but her voice faded into a soft moan as Remus kissed her, her arms going up to wrap around his neck.

“Sorry, my love, I just can’t get enough of you.” Remus chuckled when they finally pulled apart.

“Hmm.” Y/N licked her lips. Feeling Remus casing her in against the door like this, his big build towering over her, made her knees all weak. “Okay, you know the best part about these pants?” She inquired.

“Hmm? Tell me, sweetheart.” Remus mused, eyelids growing heavy as he stared into her face.

She rose on her tippy toes to meet the height of Remus’ ears, “The material is so thin-”

She spun around, facing the door and pressed her backside against Remus’ front, feeling him through his trousers.

Gasping as Remus’ large hands went up to squeeze both her breasts, further pushing her against the door as he pressed himself against her smaller body, she said, “-I have to wear a thong.”

Remus’ hands on her froze, his eyes growing dark. A low growl was ebbing up his throat but before he could respond, Y/N snaked out of his hold.

“Okay, bye honey- have a good class!” Y/N chirped, grinning widely as she opened the door to let a group of students in.

Remus composed himself in a fraction of a second, a hand raking through his hazel locks in attempt to comb them over.

“Hi, Professor Lupin!” Some students said, happy to see him, to which he answered with a polite and kind “Hello, hello!”, and “Hello, Dean!”.

Once Y/N’s class was over, she hurried up to her living quarters. After taking a hot shower, she climbed onto the bed, in nothing but a thong and one of Remus’ big sleeping shirts. She lied down comfortably, fingers toying with the collar as she waited for her husband. He had one other class after hers and should be finished soon.

Accurately enough, Remus’ figure appeared in the fireplace a few minutes later. His footsteps approached the bedroom and as he entered, his belt was already clinking as he was unfastening it with one hand.

“Oh, baby.” He hummed appreciatively as he took in the sight of Y/N, splayed across their bed, thighs balmy and exposed. “Is that my shirt?”

Y/N nodded, appreciating how Remus’ locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, as if he was constantly running his fingers through them- which he did, in attempt to concentrate when he was giving his last lessons of the day.

Gripping the hem, Y/N lifted the shirt off, exposing her naked chest. Remus made a guttural sound as he lunged forward, going to squeeze, lick and suck over her breasts. His hands wandered south, grazing the wet spot on the cotton stripe that covered Y/N’s mound.

“And whose pussy is this, hmm?” Remus snarled slightly, canines shining as his lips curled into an eager smirk.

Y/N licked her lips as she decided not to answer, her eyes had a glint to them when she stared back challengingly at her husband.

Remus raised an eyebrow, but kept an unfazed demeanour. He stepped back from the bed, taking a stand at the edge of it.

“Okay, baby girl, I see how you’re being. Turn around for me.”

Y/N looked up at him excitedly before slowly turning on the bed, onto her stomach.

Remus let out a small appreciative growl at the sight of Y/N’s ass covered only by a thin thong, right in front of him ready for him to ravage.

“Should’ve started with an easier question, kitten- who does this ass belong to?” Remus simpered.

He bent forward to squeeze both cheeks in his large hands, then went on to graze his teeth softly against the flesh of her ass. He could smell her arousal fully now, the scent of her wetness entering his nostrils and clouding his vision.

When Y/N merely arched her lower back to stick our her bum more prominently, wiggling it, Remus cursed. He roughly palmed the flesh before he lifted his hand and delivered a loud swat to it.

Y/N gripped the sheets in her hands as she yelped out of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, you wanted a good spanking from daddy, huh?” Remus hummed, rubbing over the spot soothingly. 

“Yes.” Y/N breathed out shakily. “Please.”

Remus kneaded the flesh in his hands and reveled in the way it would bounce after he spanked it a few more times.

“Oh darling,” he cooed, bending down to leave a slow trail of kisses up Y/N’s back. “Your little bum looks so cute marked up in pink by my hands.”

The skin had pinked, and a considerable area too, considering how large Remus’ hands were.

“Remus, I’m- I’m so wet for you.” Y/N cried, lifting her lower body weight onto her knees so Remus could see her pussy in the air. Glistening and dripping in arousal.

The sight sent adrenaline down Remus’ groin, his cock now painfully hard and straining against his trousers. He could in a flash, shed his lower layers and pound into Y/N’s cunt as his urges wished him to, but he had to get a taste first.

“Really?” He said as he kneeled down on the side of the bed, now eye-level with Y/N’s core. He peeled back her thong, throwing it further on the bed.

“Yes, oh God, please.”

Remus peered over Y/N’s legs to see her face, scrunched up in anticipation. His hands trailed over the side of her thighs, sending visible shivers down her spine. 

“Now, will you be a good girl and tell me… who this pretty ass and pussy belong to?” He said in a low purr, voice husky.

Y/N’s pussy clenched as she felt his face so close to where she needed him to be, his hands cementing themselves around her legs.

“Yours, Remmy, I’m all yours, now please-“ she begged, tears prickling at her eyes because of how much she ached for his touch.

Remus’ hands softly grazed down her back and pressed harshly once they got to the lower part where the curve of her ass began, and pulled her cunt straight into his face.

“Merlin, you smell so fucking sweet.” He swooned, inhaling deeply before quite literally diving into her cunt, his warm tongue stretching to lick against her clit.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, her head pressing harder into the pillow. “Fuck…” She choked out. Her hips gyrated against Remus’ face, but his firm hold locked her in place as he devoured her.

They both moaned, Remus’ tongue running up her slit a couple times to lap up all the slickness and fully taste it. He gave her clit a quick kiss before sucking on it, taking it in between his lips. 

“Fuck, r-right there.” Y/N breathed out, finally feeling an ounce of her desire fulfilled. 

Remus licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock plumping at the feeling of her hips and legs trembling.

It was like meditation, the wolf inside him finally somewhat being appeased. He lapped at her cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do, tongue running through the soft folds that were sopping and slick from the mix of her arousal and his spit.

“Oh, Rem, oh-“ Y/N moaned, face scrunched in pleasure. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, she was getting closer and she pushed her hips back against Remus’ mouth. He groaned into her cunt, his hands squeezing her fleshy hips harder, desperately stuffing his face into her. He loved it. 

He maintained his rhythm, focusing on suckling and flicking his tongue on her clit until she came with a cry, hips shaking out of his hold. He flattened his tongue to run it up her labia, and ended by planting a tender kiss on her sensitive clit before pulling away, slightly more sated than before.

“Delicious.” Remus panted, standing up and watching Y/N languidly turn over onto her back once again. He wiped his mouth and the tip of his nose clean with the back of his hand, Y/N watching with her face hot.

Y/N scooted to sit at the edge of the bed, ogling him. He towered over her as he stayed standing, looking down at her through heavy hungry eyelids, covered by his brown hair that was getting slightly messier.

“Wanna taste you.” Y/N smiled, reaching behind Remus’ kneecaps to bring him closer.

Remus chuckled darkly, his long arm needing to barely reach to stroke Y/N’s jaw.

“You look so cute from up here, dove, makes me want to play with you and see you cum, all over again.” He said, voice low.

Y/N bit her lip, not breaking eye contact with her husband.

“So gorgeous.” He groaned as Y/N took his thumb between her lips, suckling the pad of the finger. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking.. of what I want to do to you, how much I want to take that body of yours.”

“Then take me.” Y/N exhaled, mouth letting go of his thumb and smiling devilishly.

Remus’ eyes, if possible, turned darker in desire and he bent down, kissing Y/N passionately on the lips as his hands travelled down her naked torso. 

“Hmm, you’re so small, kitten,” Remus hummed, eyes following his hand that went to cup in between her legs. “Look how small your little pussy is in my hand.”

His fingers curled to feel how wet it was, Y/N spreading her thighs apart for him to access easier. He used his middle and ring finger to lather up some of her slickness, then dragged them up to her clit and started soft circles on it. Y/N whimpered, legs closing from how sensitive her bud was from her previous orgasm.

“Now, now pet.” Remus tutted, pulling away.

He licked the tips of his fingers clean, then shrugged off his woolly cardigan, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. The full moon approaching always got his body temperature hotter than usual, so he skipped wearing a cloak today, and was left in his white dress shirt and tie. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off his hands as he did so. Long, mature fingers with metal rings adorning the base of each.

“Keep your legs nice and spread f’me, alright, as I stuff you with my fingers.”

Bending forward again, he leaned one arm on the bed beside Y/N as his other hand found her clit again. The thick pads of his fingers played with her clit, rubbing the spot as Y/N bit her lip, body firing up for another orgasm.

“So cute, button.” He mused, nuzzling the top of Y/N’s head. “Look at that, your clit feels so little under my fingers, don’t you think? And your cunt, ah-“

He dipped a finger inside her, sliding right in and quickly added another one. Slowly petting the soft spongy walls of Y/N’s pussy, Y/N mewled, rutting her hips for more.

“So tight, so full just of my fingers. Tell me darling, do you like my fingers?”

“Mhhm.” Y/N nodded as Remus sped up. “Love your fingers, your hands, they’re so b-big.” She choked out, head hanging back as he fingered her.

“You like that? You fucking love how I can get you off with just m’fingers, yeah? Lord, this pussy’s so tight how will my cock even fit hmm?” Remus crooned, watching Y/N adoringly as he was knuckles deep inside her, his rings feeling cold upon her entrance.

Y/N opened her eyes, meeting Remus’ soft, scar-decorated face and turned her head to kiss him. Remus suckled on her spit-slicked lips, maintaining his fingers and bent his hand for the bone of his palm to press against her clit. Y/N gasped into the kiss, lips gaped apart as she whimpered into Remus’ mouth. Remus smiled, loving how flustered she was as she struggled to kiss him back, soaking in all her little cries and noises she made. 

His fingers inside her were going so fast, relentlessly hitting her g-spot over and over that his hard palm was grinding against her clit incessantly. Faster than the first time, she came, squeezing onto his forearm.

Fingers riding out her high, they slowed and pulled out, drenched in her wetness. Y/N collapsed onto her back, chest heaving.

“Oh, baby you are so beautiful.” Remus simpered, climbing on the bed and leaning over her to kiss her everywhere; her shoulders, neck, cheeks. “You think you got another one in you, bunny? Think you can let Moony bury his cock inside you?”

“Yes, give it to me please.” Y/N grinned widely, licking her lips and pulled Remus down by his tie, locking lips with him once more. “Need you inside me.”

“Oh, puppy. I am going to ruin you.” Remus said, this time in such a low murmur that had he not been an inch close to Y/N’s face, her ears wouldn’t have registered the tone.

Y/N sat up, helping her husband rid himself of his clothes. His bare chest exposed a few thin scars, which Y/N quickly smoothed her hands and lips over, routinely giving love to them, as she knew it was the part Remus couldn’t stand of his body.

Remus freed his hard-on, which was blushed an angry shade of dark pink. The bulbous head had been leaking of precum for a while now, and he exhaled a couple ragged breaths when he stroked himself, hand twisting around his tip. Y/N had leaned over to their bedside table to open a condom, and she replaced his hand with hers, pumping his long member before sliding it on. Remus already felt himself throb, and he knew that soon he’d be even more as Y/N’s pussy felt 100 times better than her hand.

“How do you want me?” Y/N breathed, backing up to the head of the bed as Remus went on his knees.

This was more of a rhetorical question, really, as it has been like this for years, that at every moon cycle end, their favourite was for Remus to take Y/N from behind. Y/N turned onto her elbows and knees, bending forward to prop her ass up.

“That’s it, good girl.” Remus licked his lips, lining himself up and pushed his cock slowly into Y/N’s warmth. 

He let out a loud hiss, face contorted in pleasure as he sank fully into her, his long, hard member stretching Y/N out to the fullest, filling her to the brim. “Merlin.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes dropping to where he disappeared into Y/N’s behind. “You always manage to stay so tight for me, darling- fuck, your pussy’s just squeezing m’cock so right, isn’t it?”

Y/N merely moaned, head dropping forward as she balanced her upper weight on her elbows, overwhelmed by feeling every single vein of Remus’ cock sliding in and out of her slowly. She clenched hard around him, causing his hips to tremor as Remus’ senses, including touch, were amplified tenfold.

He ceased momentarily, his cock just resting heavy inside Y/N’s cunt, his head deep at her g-spot. Y/N mewled, arching her back and twerked her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock. Remus growled at the sight, spanked her once, then his hands dived to grab the curve of her waist as he snapped, hips pounding into her now mercilessly.

“Oh God, fuck!” Y/N cried out with her head thrown back, as her elbows gave out from underneath her and her face sank forward into a heap of pillows. Her ass still up in the air, flesh slightly pink from Remus’ spanks delivered to it- it was a wonder how he didn’t cum from the sight of that alone as he fucked her from behind.

Remus kept up his quick rhythm, hips thrusting into her ruthlessly. They were both close, and Remus fucked into Y/N without an ounce or self-restraint left. He grunted loudly as she fell forward and her inner walls clenching down onto his member. His cock slipped in and out of her deliciously, as she had gotten so wet for him, sinful sounds echoing the room.

He bent forward, chest pressing against her back, their skin sweaty. 

“‘S that feel good, darling?” Remus said, lips ghosting over Y/N’s ear. She shuddered, his breath sending shivers up her neck as she felt him so close. His voice wasn’t his usual chesty, tenor honey-like. His words were uttered in a guttural one, his voice deeper, lower, sounding from the back of his throat. “You’re taking me so well- your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s ears registered the praise as music, living for it. He adjusted his hips slightly to accommodate the new angle, thrusting to make sure he was hitting all the spots in Y/N he knew she liked.

“Mphhhm, please baby,” Y/N moaned, voice slightly muffled into the pillow. She turned her head to the side to rest her cheek on it instead. “Please Remus, oh-“ her voice whimpered, a little more clearly now.

Remus’ large hands had been gripping onto the flesh of Y/N’s hips roughly, tightly. He moved one up to her breasts, grabbing it and massaging it. His breath was hot on her back. He was nearing his orgasm too, his breathing loud and shaggy. Heaving grunts echoed off the walls of the rooms, and Y/N arched her back to feel his chest rise up and down against it.

“Good girl, good fucking girl- taking my cock so well. Shit.”

Remus let out a growl as he felt his cock be swallowed up in her cunt, her ribbed walls enveloping it so nicely as he ploughed into her. 

“You’re close aren’t you, dove?” He murmured into her neck with the same low voice, placing wet kisses onto it. Her hair was out of the way onto the other side, and he tasted the slight stickiness of how sweaty their night’s activities had gotten her. 

“Yes, yes, ye-es” Y/N chanted in a strangled voice, her words getting split at her throat from Remus’ vigorous pounding.

“Can tell from how tightly you’re squeezing me- shit, not going to last long either inside you like this. C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum for me.”

It was all too much. Y/N shaked as she felt Remus pump into her a few more crucial times. He felt so thick in her walls, his girth filling her up like no other. Moaning, her hips grinded back into Remus as she started to cum. She felt his warm hand reach down her belly and down to between her thighs and with the added pressure from the circles he rubbed on her clit, she came with a shudder. Her body shook as her breath caught in her throat, a string of profanities leaving her lips. Y/N’s sounds of pleasure filled Remus’ ears, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Good girl.” Remus purred, hips jerking forward frantically. 

“Remus, fill me up-“ Y/N moaned, knowing Remus loved hearing his name fall off her tongue like that. She propped herself back onto her elbow, reaching one hand behind her to hold the back of Remus’ neck. 

Remus pressed the side of his face into Y/N’s neck, her hand keeping him close to her. He growled into her ear, the low sound vibrating from his throat enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll back. Driving his cock into her, desperately chasing his high, he rutted his cock into her walls. His entire body strained as all his muscles worked to relieve himself, needily fucking out his animalistic urges. He came with a gasp, his hips jerked harshly as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into the condom. 

Panting, he hunched forward as his cock kept twitching. 

His whole muscular body trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut in the pleasure of his long-needed release. His hand was grasped onto Y/N’s chest and she loved the feeling, tilting her hips forward to match the movements of Remus’ orgasm.

Wheezing slightly, Remus finally pulled out of her slowly, Y/N whimpering slightly as her pussy clenched around nothing. He threw the used condom and collapsed onto his back, chest still heaving. Y/N followed suit beside him, onto her stomach, body limp. The afterwaves of her orgasm still sent pleasure through her body and she knew she’d feel too sore to even straighten her legs.

“My love.” Remus turned on his side.

“I can’t fucking move.” Y/N chuckled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Remus hummed, eyes raking over her used body and sat up, massaging over her shoulders then down her back. His hands reached her hips, where he caressed extra soothingly and slowly closed them together. He bent forward, planting a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as his locks of hair tickled her eyelid.

Languidly turning over, Y/N sighed in content.

Remus reached his hand, and pulled a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind his ear. He felt warmth lower, as his body began to awaken for another round.

“We’re not getting much sleep tonight, huh?” Y/N giggled peering down at her husband.

It was a blessing that the Castle automatically out a Silencing charm on teachers’ living quarters, because anyone neighbouring them would have stayed up, hearing sinful, wet slapping sounds of skin all night.

part 6  and part 7 OUT NOW!!

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[levi-my-beloved]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,” you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

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“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

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“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

[whitebookposts]

So I saw a post about you being Hebrew and have some thoughts on the Elders' names. Would you like to share them?

hoo boy this been sitting in my ask box for quit a while, huh? So sorry for answering only now, I didn't ignore you i swear, I just forgot :"D But here is the thoughts! alright first of all, I'd like to say that I am no Hebrew professor or letter studier, so most of these analyses are made from my own basic knowledge and observations let's start off with our favourite bird grandpa - Daleth! Isle of Dawn elder - Daleth: as I said, daleth is the name of the Hebrew letter, but it's quite often that the names of Hebrew letters are also words in Hebrew itself this way, the name daleth (which is pronounced daleT) is also the word for "door" in Hebrew (ד - דלת - da(e)let) I think it fits Daleth as a character because from his isle we access the other realms, so he is like a door to the kingdom. Daylight Prairie elder - Ayin: the second one - Ayin. ayin, being the name of the letter, is also a word for "eye" in Hebrew (ע - עין - ayin). It fits because it's from Ayin's realm where you see the eye of Eden for the first time - your eyes are opened for the first time to your destination. And if you look closely, you can see the elder's temple from the main track (the track you go through before you unlock the spirit gates) no matter where you are. The prairie is filled with light and nothing can hide from your view in the shadows, and the whole realm is filled with beautiful scenery and nature, making the realm a candy to the eye. Hidden Forest elder - Teth: the third one - Teth. teth (which is actually pronounced teT) is the word for "clay" in Hebrew (ט - טיט - teth). It fits her because her realm is full of water and the ground is very soggy, so it probably means that there is clay there. And their temple looks as if build from clay. Valley of Triumph elder - Samekh: now to my reasons for my bisexuality and the elders I sim for the most - Samekh! samekh (which pronounced samehh) is the word for trust or, alternatively, NEAR (ס - סמך - samekh). It fits them because being athletes, they must trust each other and their skills to not fall and break a bone if they train together. the other meaning also fits because they are always near each other, as they share one realm and stuck together. Also, the letter samekh is a circle and is nicknamed "acrobat letter" because no matter how you write it it's always right, so technically you could write it upside down and nobody would notice. And it fits with how the twins are very acrobatic and due to their similar appearance, can be mistaken for each other if not the hair. Golden Wasteland elder - Tsadi: Tsadi! tsadi is actually pronounced as tsadiK (צ - צדיק - tsadik), and it's the word for righteous or straight up INNOCENT. which is very funky, I will let you brainrot about this yourself, because that is some big plot base and speculations 👀👀👀 Vault of Knowledge - Lamed: lamed! as already mentioned by a lot of folks here on Skyblr, it has to do something with studying! because lamed is actually the word for "study!" (ל - למד - lamed) (and the Exclamation point is not simply there - because lamed is the command form of the word as if commanding someone to read) which fits lamed because she owns a huge freaking library and is shown in the concepts to teach others and sky kids about their purpose Eden elder\The king - Alef\Resh: now, for the big evil king guy. Love them or hate them - they are still a big part of lore that our dear lore enthusiasts drool over Alef is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, and is considered to be the sign of luck and good life - there is a whole tradition in Israel, where if a child is born wrapped with its umbilical cord wrapped around them, to draw a little "alef" symbol with a safe, easy to wash off marker on its belly after the umbilical cord is cut off to protect the child from misfortunes in their life because the umbilical cord wrapped around a newborn is considered a bad omen, almost as if the snake that seduced Eve into eating the forbidden fruit wrapped itself around the child. So Alef is considered a good and protecting letter, and it's

also the word for champion, excellence... but also a word for taming a wild beast (א - אלף - alef). Resh, however, has a similar meaning to Alef, but at the same time is the complete opposite. Resh is the letter to symbolize championship and excellence... but in a bad way. like if you win a battle by cheating, or you are excellent in bad stuff. it translates as "head" or leader (ר - ראש - re(o)sh) - showing that this letter represents smart mind and leadership, but also danger - that the person with such name is a good leader, but might not be a good person. a person who uses their mind and skills to do bad stuff. and Resh is also the first letter in the word "Ra" which translates as "evil". and this concludes my Hebrew talk for now! Hope someone will find it useful! As I said, I am no big professor myself, I simply examined the names not from their historical origins, but like... the more simple and known meanings, so take my analysis with a bit of salt

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, may I please request again? I would love to request headcannons for Riddle, Vil, Leona, Jade, and Malleus where someone walks in on a romantic moment between the guys and their fem reader s/o? It doesn't have to be walking in on them snogging, any romantic moment will do really.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

The moment right before the kiss.

Leona Kingscholar...

...is irritated at the interruption.

Right when he had you right where he wanted you...and Ruggie just had to waltz in, shouting for Leona-san and waving a wrapped sandwich in the air.

He becomes territorial and hisses to leave the damn sandwich and scram. Ruggie knows better than to challenge his dorm leader, so he drops the food as instructed and throws you an impish grin before exiting.

“Now then...where were we?” Leona pushes you down onto the floor of the Botanical Garden and draws closer to claim his prey--only to be interrupted by the loud growl of his stomach.

You laugh and sit back up, suggesting that he eats first so at least he will have the energy to be more romantic.

His ears flatten, but he caves in, sweeping up the sandwich from the ground. Since the king is feeling generous today, Leona offers to give you half--and so, you spend the afternoon under the shade of a broad leafed plant and munching on a shared meal, kissing the crumbs off of one another.

Vil Schoenheit...

...is mildly annoyed, and he will put the intruder in his place.

“How rude. Haven’t you heard of knocking before entering? Or did your parents never teach you any manners?” His comments are pointed and relentless. “No one cares for a peeping tom, Rook.”

Vil demands that his vice-dorm leader apologizes profusely (which he does, though you doubt his sincerity) before sending him away to go harass Savanaclaw.

Vil’s mood is ruined now--he doesn’t want to do anything romantic. He takes a moment or two to share his troubles and vent about the trouble that Rook causes him at times. What a handful of a huntsman!

Ah, but you--his little sweet potato--manage to lift his spirits by talking him up (how has his day been, any exciting modeling gigs lately?).

You end up just sitting on Vil’s bed and scrolling through his MagiCam account together, and snapping and editing cute couple photos. He plants a kiss upon your crown and murmurs that he is very lucky to have you as his own.

Jade Leech...

...doesn’t mind an audience.

In fact, he’ll put on a show for poor Octavinelle A-kun. Play along, he mouths to you before his lips connect with yours.

The kiss is rough, a sharp contrast to Jade’s kind, gentlemanly demeanor. He is anything but a gentleman when he is expressing his love for you. Teeth nibbling at your lower lip and tongue snaking into your mouth.

When Jade finally pulls away, a rope of saliva still connects you. Your face is flushed and you’re struggling for gulps of air.

Octavinelle A-kun is so stunned by the display that he stumbles back and nearly trips over his own two feet. He stammers an apology, but that’s not enough to fend off the eel looming over him.

“This will stay a secret between us, yes? In fact, you will purge the thought from your mind.” It’s not a suggestion, it is a command. “You did not witness anything, correct?” (Poor Octavinelle A-kun isn’t allowed to leave until promises to take on an extra shift at the Mostro Lounge. That gives Jade more time to spend with you!)

Malleus Draconia...

...resolves the issue with both grace and composure.

Sebek has barged in and misunderstood the situation completely, accusing you of “coming onto” the Young Master. He is only shut up by a stern look from Malleus and his order to be calm. He reminds Sebek that he is a fully grown fae and does not need his actions to be constantly policed by his retainers.

A torrent of apologies erupts from Sebek. In fact, he’s so preoccupied with shouting “sorry’ and begging to be punished for offending the Young Master that it further kills the mood you had going.

Malleus instructs Sebek to stay right where he is to reflect on his actions, and he pulls you away with him into Diasomnia’s gardens.

The bramble and briar cage you in a world of roses and thorns. Slowly, but surely, peace settles upon your heart again. You glance and Malleus, and find a faint blush colors coloring his cheeks.

“At last, I have you all to myself again...” Malleus chuckles as he leans into you for a kiss, as tender and enduring as a slow serenade.

Riddle Rosehearts...

...immediately jerks away.

His entire face goes as red as his hair--he was this close to being caught in a scandalous act!

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” Riddle declares, immediately launching into denial mode. This only seems to worsen the situation, as it encourages Cater to tease his dorm leader relentlessly (that’s his job as a senpai, after all).

Cater jokes about snapping a picture of you and Riddle together since you look sooo cute as a couple, and he wants to share it on his MagiCam! Riddle, however, is strictly opposed to the idea--he doesn’t want his love life to be blasted all over social media. You manage to convince him it’s no big deal. Nothing wrong with a picture if you ask Cater to not upload it, right? 

Riddle places a hand awkwardly around your shoulder and makes a peace sign at the camera (as Cater instructs him to).

And right as Riddle says “cheese” and the flash goes off, you quickly peck him on the cheek--and, once again, he is as red as his hair.

[solarwonux]

Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all. 

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

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“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”