#man...i'm just not sure how that would work

[lowkeyremi]

"Hi," His smooth voice greets over the phone. This is already a bad idea... you shouldn't have picked up the phone.

"Hello, Miya. Is there a reason you called?" Your voice sounds like ice to his ears; his end of the line went silent. He hates hearing that tone directed at him.

He shutters quietly, the sound makes your heart throb, "I'm not Miya. Not to you." Is all he can mutter. His voice sounds broken, more so then when you first answered his call. If he starts to cry, you'll lose it too. Everything is still too fresh in your opinion.

"I don't want to do this— not today." You whisper quietly into the phone. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you glance at things in your living room; the tv, the mug your best friend made for you, the blanket covering your lap, just anything.

"I miss ya so fucking much, please hear me out." Atsumu pleads desperately.

"We broke up for a reason," You offer, trying to remind him why this wouldn't be a good idea.

"Our timing was off— well mostly mine but, baby, I promise I'll always make time for ya." You've heard that before... it was when you first started dating him. Worry took over you, you'd wonder if volleyball would ever make him too busy for you; he reassured you that it wouldn't. Until it did.

"I-i can't go back to being second priority in your life." It was awful.

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Atsumu had missed so much within your relationship, because he was always working and practicing.

Evenings were the absolute worst. All you had wanted was for him to enjoy meals with you, but you'd often have to set a plate aside for him in the microwave. You found yourself watching movies by yourself, showering alone, winding down for bed on your own, amongst other things. The loneliness started to get to you. After working all day, all you had wanted to see was the man you loved.

The worst part of it all was that he chose to leave you alone. His practices never really ran late into the evening, but he insisted on staying longer in order to perfect something he's been working on or hit the gym after practice.

It was always:

"Hey, baby, so sorry but I'm staying at the gym later than usual."

"Don't wait up for me, I'll be back late."

"Ya don't have to cook, just get takeout since I'll be home late."

"I promise I'll make up for lost time."

You could only handle so much of that. Your last straw was when Atsumu stayed at the gym late despite it being your birthday. You weren't even sure he remembered that it was your birthday.

You stayed up that night, giving him the benefit of the doubt. When he got home, he was confused as to why you were still up; that's when you snapped at him. He snapped back of course, arguing that if he wasn't playing at his best then he'd get behind.

The night ended with you crying, and telling him that you were done, with everything. He didn't believe you at first. Of course he felt bad for forgetting your birthday, but he didn't think it was major enough for you to break up with him.

It all started to get very real, when he came home to you packing up your stuff. He pleaded and begged you to stay, but you couldn't do it. How could you stay for him when he couldn't even see that he was in the wrong? Or try to correct himself for that matter. It was all about Atsumu, Atsumu, Atsumu.

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Atsumu clears his throat over the phone and sighs sadly, "I understand. I still miss ya though. Didn't realize what I had until I lost ya."

Neither of you speak after his confession, but eventually, Atsumu breaks the silence.

"Well I, I just wanted to tell ya happy birthday, since I fucked that up last year." His voice is so quiet that you could barely hear it.

You were doing so well, keeping composed during this phone call, but hearing him say that caused you to tear up. He remembered your birthday. No, it's not enough to win you back, but it's a start.

"Thank you, Atsumu."

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[letsdosciencetoit]

WIP - BuckTommy 5+1 - Part 6d

We're getting into the home stretch now. I'm crossing my fingers that there will be one last piece out before the end of the weekend.

Five times the 118 worried about telling Buck that Tommy got married and one time they realize they didn't have to.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 +1 a +1b +1c

+1 - Eddie

Eddie turns onto the street Buck had given the address for, and he gets an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.  The houses look familiar, and he’s surprised to see the street parking is taken up already despite the fact that Eddie has arrived early to make sure Chris doesn’t have to walk.

“Everything alright, Dad,” Chris asks, from the seat beside him, sensing his dad’s frustration.  Eddie still feels something that his kid is old enough to ride in the front seat and has been for a few years now.

“I’m just surprised about how busy it is,” Eddie admits, not mentioning the familiarity of the neighbourhood.

“Are you sure you have the right time?” Chris asks, as though Eddie hadn’t compulsively checked the message Buck had sent him.  Just two lines: an address and a time.

“I’m sure,” Eddie gritted back, before taking a deep breath to center himself.  “I’ll drop you off at the end of the driveway and then find a place to park.”

With the windows rolled down, Eddie can already hear the indistinct noise of a gathering in the back yard. As he pulls to a stop in front of the address Eddie finally clues in as to where they are.  It’s familiar because he’s been here before, several times.

Ravi surprises Eddie at the end of the driveway. “Eddie! You made it!  I’ll make sure Chris makes it back to Harry, Denny and the other kids if you want to get parked. Just head into the house when you get here.  Buck wanted to talk to you about something.”

Eddie swallows his unease at Ravi’s words. He’s starting to think he was given the wrong time on purpose.

Chris doesn’t notice his discomfort.  He hops out of the running car and heads to the back, engaging Ravi in easy conversation.  He barely spares Eddie a backwards glance, clearly happy to be seeing his friends.

Eddie pulls away from the house and  finds a spot to park his car further up the street.  One of the many benefits of the smaller vehicle is that he can fit the car in place the truck would never go.  He grabs the pack of beer and the small house plant he’d picked up for Buck and walked back to the house he knew belonged to Tommy.

Eddie let himself in the front door when he arrived, sees Buck sitting on the kitchen island smiling at his phone, and doesn’t think before he calls out, “I didn’t realize we were having a house warming to another place you’re crashing.”

He regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth.  He watches Buck clench his jaw, close his eyes and take a deep breath. 

“Shit, I’m sorry man,” Eddie immediately apologizes. “I didn’t mean it like that.  My therapist tells me I use my words as a defense mechanism so I don’t have to deal with my discomfort.  I’m trying to do better, but… ah.”

Buck raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side. “But I make you uncomfortable?”

Eddie looks away. “Not like that. I was an asshole to you, and I need to apologize.  I’m just, uh, not very good at that.”

“You really aren’t,” Buck agrees, with a snort of laughter. “So you’re seeing Frank again?”

“No,” Eddie explains.  “Someone outside of the department.  The last year has shown me I have a lot to work on outside of my work-related trauma.”

“That’s good,” Buck offered, hoping off the counter.  “Sounds like it’s helping.”

“It’s a work in progress,” Eddie admits, bringing a had up to rub at the back of his neck. He still hasn’t apologized to Buck, but his body is feeling physically itchy from the stress, and he desperately wants to change the topic.  “So you’re living with Tommy now?”

“Yep,” is all Buck replies, eyeing Eddie like he’s waiting for something else.

“So you’ve met his husband, then,” Eddie concludes.  “And it’s not awkward.”

“I would hope not,” Buck responds, mouth pulling into a grin, still waiting.

Eddie feels wrong footed, so he looks away from Buck to the rest of the room. 

A lot of it is the same from last year, but as he takes it in he starts to notice the changes.  A different couch.  A piece of art that used to be displayed proudly in the loft, or more recently in Eddie’s house.  More and more, he starts to see Buck’s influence in what had previously been Tommy’s home alone.  They’re lives have been intertwined, and it’s on full display if you know what to look for.

With all of the puzzle pieces in place, Eddie feels like a fucking idiot.  Buck smiles with his whole face when he sees that Eddie has clued in.

“So you guys…” Eddie trails off.

Buck nodded in earnest.  “We did, a few months ago.”

“And this is going to be your…”

“It is,” Buck agrees.  “That’s why I needed to make sure you arrived last. You would have given away the surprise.  I’m sorry that made things hard for parking.”

“I get why you didn’t say anything,” Eddie offers, “and if this is what you want, then I’m happy for the two of you.”

“Your not upset that I’m making everything all about me?” Buck can’t help but throw out, taking in Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie stops himself from retreating into himself or letting the anger take over.  He knows he’s earned Buck’s reaction.  Instead, he says, “I’m sorry for how I handled myself in the last year.  I took advantage of your friendship, and lashed out at you.  If you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you, but today is not the day for that.   If there’s one time that you should make everything about yourself, it’s definitely today.”

Buck smiled even wider, and pulled Eddie into a hug.  “I’m glad you’re here.  I couldn’t imagine going through everything without my brother by my side.”

“No where else I’d rather be today,” Eddie agrees. 

“Alright.  Now, if you want to head outside, we’ll get the real party started momentarily.”

Next Part

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[rosenclaws]

HI!!!

what would every logan do or think when there s/o is tipsy or drunk??

Hi!! This is such a cute prompt and I am fully imaging myself bc I get really loopy when I'm drunk. I am not a runner though lmao

Origins Logan -

So you're out at the bar with Logan and some of his work buddies. You're pretty uninterested in whatever story their telling but you like being with Logan. You slip out of his comforting grip and head to the bar to order another drink. Its there you end up locked in conversation with a very nice lady who just moved here. You don't realize you keep ordering drinks as you're too wrapped up in conversation. You feel a hand on your back and look up to see Logan smiling at you.

He's silently checking to make sure you're okay and once he's sure you're alright he's telling you it's time to head home. You say bye and let Logan drag you out of the bar. You might be a littleee drunk. You tell Logan you're fine but you trip on your way to the car and he just sighs. You're adorable as you cling onto him as he carries you to the car and drives you home. You go on and on about how you miss your boyfriend and that he's so hot and strong and pretty. He's eating all this up as he gets you home and in bed. You pass out pretty quickly and Logan just chuckles as he tucks you in and places two advil on the bedside table.

Trilogy Logan -

He loves when you get tipsy because you're super clingy. He's extra flirty and you eat it up every time. Your practically in his lap as he sips his beer. Your hands are slipping under his jacket as you whisper how much you missed him. That you want to live on him like a parasite if it means you never have to be apart. He just smirks and tells you how cute you are. He keeps a watchful eye on how much you’ve been drinking and makes sure you don’t drink more than you said you would.

When it’s time to go you’re still saying cute things that border on dirty that you will so regret in the morning. Logan tucks you in and cuddles close next to you. When morning comes he so teases you about everything you said but he loves it so much.

DOFP!Logan -

He’s all protective boyfriend mode. Not hovering but always watching. Making sure you’re not drinking too much, that you’re being safe, that you’re having fun. If he’s with you at the bars then he’s only a few feet away ready to be at your side in a heartbeat. He likes it when you get tipsy because you’re just so cute. Plus you loveeee to kiss him. Like you can’t stop kissing him. When he pulls away you pout and cry and he just coos and tells you not to be bratty.

If he’s not with you he does wait for you to call. He never wants you to take an uber or taxi. He doesn’t care how late you call. He’ll come pick you up.

Old Man Logan -

He thinks you’re clingy but he kinda likes it. He’ll huff about having to be your damn babysitter but he wouldn’t want anyone else to pick you up or help you when you’re drunk. You call him drunk as hell. Your words slurring as you tell him your friends left and you don’t know where you really are. You read the name of the bar you’re at and Logan sighs. He totally kicks out whoever he was giving a ride to. Forgetting about the money to come get you. When he pulls up he’s pissed but also worried. He scolds you for drinking this much and costing him a job.

You’re clingy and kind of a crybaby. But he wipes those tears away as you apologize. He drives you home and makes sure you’re safe and in bed before he leaves. You ask him to stay but he never does. Still the next morning you find a note on your kitchen counter telling you to get some food from the diner down the street because he’s there waiting.

Worst Logan -

He’s not used to be the sober one lmao. He has to drink a lot to get drunk and for some reason in your already tipsy state you told him you could go shot for shot with a man who has literal super healing. Safe to say you were utterly wasted. At some point Logan stopped pouring you alcohol and just gave you water. You were too drunk to notice. He’s worried as you cling onto him. You tell him how hot he is and how bad you want him and he just brushes you off, assuming its the alcohol talking and you don’t actually want him.

He carries you to bed with ease. Its kind of cute seeing you pout when he tries to leave. He teases you just a little but he won’t stay when you’re this drunk. He will turn his back when you messily change into pajamas and even read you a bedtime story because you begged and literally almost fell out of bed trying to grab onto him. You’re just so fucking adorable. He wants to kiss you so bad but he can’t.

In the morning you’re fighting for your life. Absolutely worst hangover you’ve ever had. He doesn’t mention last night but when you remember everything you said you shyly ask him if he remembers too and he just grins. Of course he does.

[mightyflamethrower]

I'm sure it's a beautiful place. What a shame the mullahs' turned it into a giant concentration camp. I was working at a doctors office one day and the receptionist could not stop glowing about our elections. She said watching such a thing happen was almost unbelievable she having come here from Iran.

I asked the woman what final event had caused her to hop on a plane and come here. She said the religious police had come around asking the neighbors about her gay brother. The boy was living all the way deep down in gay man's closet but somehow the truth had gotten out. She said it was just a matter of time before he would have disappeared like so many others. She was shocked when she arrived here and found out that no one cared the least bit who they slept with. I wanted so much to give the woman a great big hug. But hey....I was on the job. No hugging clients and all that.

We honestly don't know how lucky we are. We can make this all work as long as the preserve our freedoms with the right boundaries. I won't force you to do anything beyond your own will and you can allow me the same respect.

Amlash, Gilan Province, Iran.

[emeraldserenade]

So I’m a bit hooked on husband!Joaquin now 😶 could you write something a little angsty (they have an argument about Joaquin not checking in as consistently as he promised/wife working more to take her mind off of him being in danger all the time)? She tries to take off to get space and gets drunk at a bar and you can do what you would like next with the story. I’m just excited to see what you write ❤️❤️❤️

Check In ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: One argument, one creep at the bar, one apology, but two lovers

tw: fem!reader, husband!Joaquín, angst, reader gets harassed by creep at a bar, happy ending, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, Sid!! I'm glad someone else is just in love with husband!Joaquín as I am!!

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You knew what it meant when Joaquín asked you to marry him, it would be the same as now. You'd be worried about his safety and if he would even come back. But you loved him, you loved Joaquín so much that you said yes and married him anyway.

You hated fighting but Joaquín promised that he would call and check in more often than he was. You were even sure what was said, but you knew that Joaquín had to leave before the argument was over and could be resolved. So you threw yourself into work, you worked more and ignored when Joaquín would call to check in. You would only answer when you deemed it to be convenient or when you got back home.

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You were at the bar down the street from your work, you got off early that Friday and knew that Joaquín was probably waiting at home for you. You weren't ready to see him and go back to fighting, to having non constructive conversations. You knew you were drunk, not too much that you didn't know what was happening, but enough to no longer be as angry. That's when a man approached you, his smile too sharp and wide to be friendly. "What's a pretty lady like you doing alone?"

"I'm married," you slurred a bit and he laughed.

"Your husband doesn't have to know, he probably won't care. Why else would he leave such a pretty little lady like you all alone and drunk?" The man reached out to brush your hair off your shoulder and running down your chest before he rudely cupped your breast. You flinched back, you weren't sure what to say but thankfully you didn't have to.

"I do know and I do care," Joaquín's voice was soothing to you, even when you were upset with him. You looked over at him with glassy eyes, you wanted to throw yourself in his arms but you felt too dirty after how the man touched you. "I suggest you walk away from my wife before I do something I'd rather not have to," Joaquín raised his eye brow as he slowly stepped closer to the man.

"Whatever, man. She ain't that pretty anyway," he mumbled before walking off, you wanted to sob. The alcohol and emotions from the encounter making you overwhelmed.

"Come on, let's go home," Joaquín said, throwing money on the counter.

"I already paid," you mumbled but Joaquín didn't care, he was more worried about the tears running down your face. He frowned at the sight and made the mental note to ask in the car. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Sam was taking me home and I saw your car in the parking lot," Joaquín said, leading you to the car. You climbed into the passenger seat and slumped against the window. You didn't look at Joaquín when he got in and started the car, you just stared out the window and cried. You were almost home when you finally couldn't handle the silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting him touch me," you sobbed, your guilt eating you alive. "I didn't do anything but tell him I'm married. Maybe if I had said that I wasn't interested he wouldn't have-" Joaquín cut you off by harshly pulling into the driveway.

"No," Joaquín firmly said, turning to look at you. "No, this is not your fault, ok? He's the one that should be apologizing," Joaquín told you, his eye blazing.

"But," you wanted to argue but you didn't have the heart to continue. "Thank you for not being mad at me," you whispered, wrapping your arms around your middle as your insecurities started to get louder.

"Let's go inside," Joaquín sighed and you nodded, you were slowly getting more sober. You followed Joaquín into the house, your vision blurry as you cried. You sat down on the couch and stripped the shirt you were wearing off, it left you in nothing but your pants and bra.

"Will you let me burn that shirt?" You asked, scared to even wear it again. Joaquín said nothing as he sat down next to you, he held his hands out and you took them.

"Y/n, I'm not mad at you. I wasn't mad when I left and I'm not mad now. I know I said I'd check in when I could and I know I've been slacking on it. And I am so so sorry about that, but I am not mad," Joaquín said, looking you in the eyes so you could see the seriousness in them.

"I'm sorry for yelling," you whispered. "I'm sorry for not being more understanding about your check ins, I know you're a busy man," you sighed, your tears still flowing. "And I'm sorry for letting that man-" Joaquín cut you off with a gentle hand squeeze.

"You do not need to apologize for another man's actions, ok? I trust you and I know you wouldn't let that happen normally. I know you love me because you show me everyday, and because you married me," Joaquín said. You broke at his words and hugged him, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed a little more. "Do you want to shower? I'll make dinner and we can watch whatever movie you want," Joaquín offered and you nodded into his neck but made no move to leave his embrace. Joaquín wasn't going to force you to move, not until you were ready, but he knew he needed to actually have a conversation about how to fix his check in problem when you weren't drunk and your emotions were so high. For now, he would hold you while you soaked up the comfort before making you both dinner and curling up on the couch together.

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[respectthepetty]

I can say with 100% confidence that I would hate Sorn if the actor playing him wasn't so fine. Look at this pretty bitch. I ain't saying no to making out with a man who looks that's good, especially when that man is fine ass Boat.

So I'm super proud of Jun for standing on his anger throughout the tenth episode of My Stubborn and proving he is not Captain Save A Hoe. Jun showed Sorn that if he didn't want to enjoy the consistently delicious meals at home, then Sorn can be community property.

All's I know is Jun is God's strongest solider for saying no multiple times and making his boundaries clear because it couldn't be me. Not ever. Never. *bites bottom lip*

But Jun repeatedly rejecting Sorn allowed us to see Sorn being messy in a light color and showing up at Jun's job to beg him to come back. Sorn changed his entire color in hopes of getting Jun back, yet he was denied! *eyooo*

But before figuring out where Jun was, Sorn had lost his mind (and his color) being isolated in his own little box of misery since only Champ was sparing him any pity.

Honestly, if it weren't for Champ asking Tai to give Sorn some grace, I think from the look Tai was giving Sorn, he would've packed up all of Sorn's shit and had him in Vietnam before Sorn could even shed one more tear over Jun.

But I'm sure Sorn won back some brownie points with Tai after telling him to get it in first; then, lock up his place. That's true friendship. Even though they are at odds, Sorn didn't question his friends' situationship and even encouraged them to have that good sex in his air-conditioned house before exiting.

However, him showing up at Pink Person Penny's place unannounced scored him no points with June, so I appreciate that Penny was looking at him like the crazy fool he is.

The girls probably got that good-good too after Sorn left, so basically, Sorn is the only one not getting any. *jajajajaja*

Which means Sorn was miserable back in his black when he finally caught a glimpse of Jun after weeks of not seeing him.

Yet Jun proved that he is stronger than a K-pop stan when their bias goes into the military because he did not budge!

There were several times that I thought this Heavenly Human was going to show Sorn some mercy, yet he continually twisted the knife deeper into Sorn's heart.

And that little sadist on my shoulder screamed "MORE!" like I was a spectator in Ancient Rome watching a champion gladiator getting torn to shreds. Seeing men cry from their own stupidity heals me.

But I'm going to give Sorn one single kudo for talking to Jun's boss, so Jun wouldn't get in trouble for Sorn starting his bullshit during work hours, which shows that he learned from their incident with June to not mess with Jun's internship.

Then Sorn returned the next day in black to beg Jun for kisses, but Jun basically told him the only way Sorn was going to ever kiss him again was if he kissed his ass while he walked away, and Sorn took that as a personal challenge.

(at that job just looking like an indie rock album cover)

Then Jun death gripping that white binder between him and Sorn was the epitome of leaving room for Jesus.

But eventually, love won, and Sorn showed he was dedicated to giving his heart lollipops to Jun.

And Sorn continued to prove he is just a pendejo in love as he showed up in red to rescue his man from the girlies and aunties lusting after his wounded body.

I'm going to give Sorn another kudo too because when he was trying to guilt trip Jun (who still did not give that man any relief) when he was fully back in his color and element, no matter how extreme he was being in his fictional scenarios, he still made sure that Jun was with him. He would be late every day seeing Jun. He would get fired from his job and couldn't get Jun his favorite foods. He would have to move home and fly back every weekend to see Jun. He would ruin his life for Jun.

But he just needed to know if his Heavenly Human was in this with him (and not moving on to Jom).

qué pobrecito

His Heavenly Human was annoyed and probably questioning what he did in a past life to fall in love with this moron in this life.

But the simple fact is that Jun is in love with Sorn and, thankfully, Sorn is now fully aware that he is in love with Jun, and has been for years. The pink = 💕love💕 lighting tells me so.

And they ended the episode looking ready to get married in their respective colors.

(even though Sorn still has a problem with listening and consent, but I cannot expect this sonso to be perfect after a lifetime of fuckery; gotta therapize the fuckboi out of him. Frankenstein's monster was not built in a day or whatever the Romans say)

. . . But hey, they are wearing each other's color next week!

[cherryblossms]

it would have been a lie if he said he wasn't expecting angel to kiss him, it was the whole reason why he looked back to the man he was leaning again. garam expected a kiss, something sweet and gentle, but that wasn't the one he was given. his eyes widened as their kiss deepened but he didn't make an effort to stop the other. he played into that kiss, instead, mirroring each movement angel's lips made. he didn't think the two would ever separate with how desperate and hungry angel seemed to be. so when they did part, he shuttered a breath, his eyes remaining closed for a beat as if he needed to take in what just happened before meeting with angel's gaze. and he just sat there, lips still parted, breathing dramatically as if he'd just run a marathon. he didn't have to look down to know his mantra didn't work in the slightest, that kiss was enough to push his willpower aside. it was like he was a teenager again, the smallest amount of physical affection made his body work against him. garam really should have known better than to suggest the two sharing a bath, he knew he would end up being unable to control himself. angel said all the right things to make his heart flutter. it didn't matter how much garam didn't want to use this bathtub as a means to fool around. his body shifted even more as he pulled his free hand out of the water, lifting it to rest against the side of angel's neck. "i really tried," he whispered, using his grasp on the other's neck to pull him closer. in an instant, garam was kissing angel again, showing the other just how much he yearned for him. he pulled his hand out of the other's grasp only to take a hold of angel's wrist and guide it slowly down the front of his body. "please," a single word of desperation slipped from his mouth into angel's before he pulled away, his gaze dropping down to get a glimpse of angel's lips making it so clear he wanted to kiss him again but something deep inside stopped him from pursuing further. was it fear of being denied? he'd already made a fool of himself earlier at the mall, he couldn't imagine how embarrassed he would feel if angel denied his request. that's when the real fear kicked in, when he realized there was a very likely chance angel could question him again on if this was something he truly wanted, if he told him he didn't need to do this. it wasn't a need, sure. it was something he so desperately wanted but even his desperation instilled fear in him. what if angel thought he was behaving too desperately? did angel see him as desperate? in an instant, garam let go of angel's wrist and turned forward again, returning to his position resting against his chest. "i'm sorry," he whispered.

Angel held him a little tighter then.not enough to confine, but enough to let Garam feel it. The weight of what he meant to him. Solid arms wrapped around him, grounding, anchoring, like Angel could keep him from drifting ever again. The water lapped gently at the edges of the tub, but beyond the porcelain, the world ceased to exist. Angel dipped his head, lips brushing the crown of Garam’s hair as he exhaled, soft and steady. “I wish it could always be like this too,” he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. Beneath the water, Angel felt Garam’s hand sliding up along his thigh, slow and unknowingly teasing. It cracked something open inside him. All the restraint he’d clung to throughout the day, trying to let things unfold at Garam’s pace—was beginning to unravel. Still, he didn’t stop him. Instead, his hand slid down to meet Garam’s, palm brushing over his wrist, fingers curling loosely around his hand. Not to stop him. But to join him. To say yes, this is okay. I can take this. I want this, too.His voice dropped to a whisper, warm breath spilling into Garam’s ear. “Why are you so damn cute,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss just behind his ear, so soft it barely touched skin. The other unraveled him without trying which made it harder to resist. As Garam relaxed further into him, body settling like he belonged there Angel couldn’t help but squeeze him closer. When Garam tilted his head back and their eyes met, something in Angel slipped. Whatever fragile control he’d been holding onto was gone. “Thank you,” he breathed. “For understanding… about my family.” He lifted their joined hands, guiding them over Garam’s stomach to rest just beneath his ribs. Fingers spread wide, protective. His gaze lingered on Garam’s eyes for a beat before falling to his lips. He kissed him—slow at first, just a taste, just a moment. But it wasn’t enough. The longer their mouths met, the more Angel unraveled. His kiss turned hungry, desperate. All the tension, all the unspoken craving of the past few days poured out between parted lips and shallow breath. He kissed him like he’d starved for it. Like no one had ever given him permission to want like this before. When he finally pulled back, breathless, his gaze searched Garam’s face—needing to see if he felt it too. If he was just as wrecked, just as overwhelmed. And then the quiet returned—not awkward or uncertain, but full. Full of things that didn’t need words: comfort, trust, need, and maybe something already growing into love.

[deansbeer]

hi hi sweetpea! i have a new request, 'cause i'm obsessed with your writing. how about knight!dean x princess!reader? i have been obsessed with that trope lately. and i would love if you used demon!dean, since he's a knight (somewhat, right?) <3

i never got around to writing this (it’s been sitting in my inbox since april) bc i had to do some research on medieval/fantasy themes and i still don’t think i did it right 😭 i even tried to write it as if someone were narrating it (??) so yeah <3

dean wasn’t always a demon. once, he was the kingdom’s most loyal knight, your father’s right hand, the man who taught you how to hold a sword when you were twelve and your governess wasn’t looking. but that was before the war, before he made a deal to save sam’s life, before his green eyes turned black and his soul was claimed by hell.

your father should have executed him when he returned, something dark and dangerous coursing through his veins. but dean had dropped to one knee in the throne room, placed his sword at the king’s feet, and swore his loyalty hadn’t changed. just his nature.

you’d watched from behind a pillar as your father deliberated. watched as dean’s jaw clenched, waiting for judgment, his new demonic strength barely contained beneath his armor. “i’m still me, your majesty,” he’d said roughly. “still loyal to the crown. to the kingdom.” his eyes had found yours somehow, even hidden as you were.

“to what matters.” your father had eventually agreed, though not without conditions — dean would serve, but from a distance. he’d handle the kingdom’s dirty work, the threats that required a monster to fight monsters. he wouldn’t be allowed near you.

that lasted exactly three weeks. you’d snuck out to the stables one night, restless and seeking your favorite horse for a midnight ride, only to find dean there. he was tending to his own mount, movements careful and controlled. “princess,” he’d said without turning around, and you froze in your tracks.

“bit late for a ride, isn’t it?” when he finally faced you, his eyes were their familiar green, but you could see the darkness lurking beneath. “your father finds out you’re here with me, he’ll have my head. demon or not.” but he was already moving to saddle your horse, hands steady and sure just like they’d always been. some things, apparently, didn’t change.

being around dean now is an exercise in controlled tension. he maintains perfect distance in public — the appropriate three steps behind when escorting you, eyes forward, voice formal. but you catch the way his jaw tightens when visiting nobles get too familiar, the way his hand drifts to his sword when someone’s tone with you is less than respectful.

“careful,” he’d muttered to one particularly pushy duke, and though his voice was calm, you’d seen the brief flash of black in his eyes. the duke had stammered apologies and kept his distance for the rest of his visit. your father pretends not to notice these moments, but you know he’d grateful. better a loyal demon than a treacherous human.

in private, when you manage to steal moments together, dean is different. still protective, still respectful, but there’d a rawness now that wasn’t there before. “you know what the worst part is?” he’d told you once, sitting in the abandoned tower that had become your secret meeting spot. “i can feel everything. every emotion is... amplified. the anger, the hunger, the...” he’d cut himself off, looking away.

“especially around you.” you’d reached for his hand, and he’d let you take it, his skin running warmer than any human’s should. “sometimes i think this curse just made me more myself. stripped away all the delusion i was using to mask how i truly felt.” his thumb had brushed over your knuckles, gentle despite the strength you knew he possessed. “made it harder to pretend i don’t—” but footsteps on the stairs had interrupted, and he’d been gone before the door even opened, leaving only the lingering scent of sulfur and leather.

the court whispers, of course. about the demon knight who shadows the princess, about the unnatural devotion in his eyes. they don’t understand that dean winchester’s loyalty isn’t forced by his demonic nature — if anything, his new instincts should make him rebellious, hungry for power. instead, he channels that darkness into protecting you, turning his curse into a weapon for the crown.

“let ‘em talk,” dean had said when you’d mentioned the rumors. “they fear me, good. means they’ll think twice before moving against you or your father.” he’d paused, something vulnerable flickering across his face. “besides, they’re not wrong. i am devoted to you. demon, human, or anything in between — that doesn’t change.”

the first real test comes when a neighboring kingdom sends assassins. you wake to the sound of fighting, dean’s roar echoing through your chambers as he tears through would-be killers. by the time your guards arrive, it’s over. dean stands among the bodies, blood on his armor, eyes pure black. “princess,” he says, voice rough and inhuman, “are you hurt?” you shake your head, unable to look away from the carnage. this is what your father meant — dean’s protection comes with a price, painted in blood across your royal floors. “don’t look at me like that,” he says, and suddenly he sounds exhausted. “like i’m a monster. i’ve always been capable of this. now i’m just... better at it."

you find him later in the castle’s chapel, of all places. he’s not praying — demons can’t, at least that’s what he'd told you once, churches make his skin crawl. but he sits in the back pew, staring at nothing. “holy ground hurts,” he says when you sit beside him. “burns, actually. constant reminder of what i am.” you want to ask why he’s here then, but you already know. punishment. he once said it was a better way to confess his sins.

dean’s still trying to be good, even with hell running through his veins. “those men tonight,” he continues, “i didn’t just kill them. i enjoyed it. enjoyed protecting you, but also... enjoyed the violence.” his hands clench and unclench. “that’s the real curse. not the strength or the immortality. it’s that i like what i’ve become, and i hate myself for it.”

the breaking point comes during the harvest festival. a visiting prince gets too bold, too drunk, too aggressive with his advances. you handle it with royal grace until he corners you on a balcony, and then dean is there. not violent, not yet, but the promise of it radiates from every line of his body. “the lady said no,” dean says simply. the prince makes the mistake of pulling rank, of reminding dean that he’s just a cursed knight, a pet monster on the king’s leash.

dean smiles, and it’s all teeth. “you’re right. i am a monster. which means i’ve got nothing to lose if i throw you off this balcony.” the prince pales, flees, and dean turns to you with eyes flickering between green and black. “this is why your father wanted me to stay away. because i’d burn this whole kingdom down to keep you safe, and i wouldn’t lose a minute of sleep over it.”

things change after the harvest festival. your father summons both of you, and you expect exile for dean, or worse. instead, the king looks tired. “i’ve been foolish,” he says. “trying to separate you two, pretending that distance would change what’s obvious to anyone with eyes.” he turns to dean. “you’ve proven your loyalty a dozen times over. demon or not, you’re still the man i trusted with my daughter’s sword lessons.”

then to you: “and you, my dear, have been sneaking out to meet him anyway. the stable boys sure do love to gossip.” you flush, but your father waves it off. “i’m lifting the restrictions. if a demon’s devotion is what keeps my daughter safe in these dark times, so be it.”

the new arrangement takes adjustment. dean is officially assigned as your personal guard, no more pretense. the court adapts, as courts do, especially when dean’s presence means no one dares plot against you.

“doesn’t feel real,” dean admits one evening, standing on your balcony — the same one from the festival, now with very different memories. “keep waiting for someone to remember what i am, to take this away.” you step closer, close enough to feel the unnatural heat that radiates from him. “you’re dean winchester,” you tell him firmly. “knight of the realm, protector of the crown, world’s most stubborn man who literally went to hell and back. the demon part is just a little… seasoning.”

he laughs, a real one that makes his eyes crinkle. “seasoning? i corrupt everything i touch, princess.” you take his hand deliberately, lacing your fingers through his. “you’ve been touching me for months. still feel pretty uncorrupted.” his grip tightens carefully, like he’s holding something precious.

the truth is, you make an effective pair. dean’s demonic abilities make him the perfect protector, while your influence keeps him grounded, human enough. he teaches you to fight with the brutality of a demon but the strategy of a knight. you teach him that darkness doesn’t mean evil, that choice matters more than nature. “you know what i think?” you tell him one night, after he’s saved you from yet another threat. “i think you were always this protective, this devoted. the demon just took off the filter.” he considers this, absently playing with a strand of your hair.

“maybe. or maybe you just make me want to be better than what i am.” you lean into him, feeling safe despite — or perhaps because of — the monster at your side. “you already are,” you whisper, and for once, dean winchester doesn’t argue. he just holds you closer, this demon knight who would tear apart heaven and hell for his princess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sillygoofyqueer]

I have the doc opened for it right now so it's getting written either way but a TGCF and SVSSS crossover AU that has been on my mind for three or four days exactly. Basically, I'm thinking Shang Qinghua (with a more relaxed system) gets just really fucking pissed off at how he's treated by all of the other peak lords (probably prior to learning that Shen Qingqiu is also a transmigrator) and basically plans and carries out his own fake death. He leaves the fake body in his office, and it's probably a violent death because Shang Qinghua is using his fake body as a stress ball for his frustration, before going to solely be Mobei-Jun's right hand man. He expects there to be some sort of reaction to a peak lord being supposedly killed within the sect, and waits for the news to come from spies and whispers from the human realm, morbidly curious as to how people will react. PLUS, he's the backbone of the sect! It would most definitely collapse without him. Nothing comes. He's like "oh...wow...guess they don't care. Guess my hard work was really worth nothing!"

He's pretty bummed out by this, but he goes on with his life as Mobei-Jun's guy. At some point, he realises that he somehow left a very important book he wrote about all of his knowledge of PIDW storylines at his old residence, and goes to grab it - after all, nobody takes over a peak lord's role until the next generation comes in, so his office will be empty. He tries to figure out where he left it, looking around, and then hears someone approaching, so he freaks out and hides nearby while frantically signalling to Mobei-Jun that he needs OUT through a talisman. Who bursts in the door but Shang Qinghua, arms filled with scrolls and an eerily familiar panicked expression on his face as he says something over his shoulder, before closing the door. The panicked expression disappears, scrolls are dropped carelessly onto the desk, and 'Shang Qinghua' drops down in front of it with an eyeroll as the disguise drops. When news of some sort of 'rift' appears near Ghost City, Hua Cheng isn't quite sure what to do. He sends a butterfly across so it can report back about what it sees, and then sends a couple more through when he learns that it's not dangerous. The butterflies bring back information, Yin Yu is in charge of documenting all of the information they bring back, and he realises that they...don't have much information on one of the 'sects' that seem to dominate the Jianghu of what appears to be a completely different world. Cang Qiong Sect is a weak spot in their research, and the butterflies can't make it through the defenses that the sect has in place to keep out intruders. What do they do about this? Hua Cheng calls on He Xuan's debt as usual, and tells him to go in and get more information on the sect, armed with the knowledge of what they know about this place already. He Xuan is like "ughghghhh fiiinnneee", and goes through! (He's not got a lot going on since blackwater arc, okay?)

He spends a bit of time learning what he can do in this place (he retains most of his Ghost King abilities, thank Gods), and then sneaks into the sect by disguising himself as an An Ding disciple because they appear to be the most unnoticed. Blah blah blah, he infiltrates the sect and decides that it isn't enough to be in the sect, he has to do what he did with the Heavens and pretend to be one of the ones in charge. It's painfully easy to do so - he picks the target of the forgotten yet most key worker of the sect, the one who's there for every secret meeting and knows everything about the sect, and starts learning his schedule. His other language. His secrets. He's both the creator and a victim of this world. Everything there is to Shang Qinghua, he learns it all. Soon, he just needs to remove Shang Qinghua from the equation - and Shang Qinghua DOES IT HIMSELF! He just!! Fakes his death! Such a stroke of luck is unheard of for He Xuan, but he's not going to complain about it.

He waits for Shang Qinghua to leave, cleans up the dead body, and then seamlessly takes Shang Qinghua's place as though he is not a completely different person, reporting back to Hua Cheng the whole time. It's rather easy - the workload could be classed as intense for a normal person, but he once pretended to be a heavenly official in the Palace of Ling Wen and took on all of those responsibilities for authenticity. This is a breeze compared to that, and this time he even has underlings to dole out work to when he doesn't want to do something! The most frustrating part of the whole experience is how everyone treats him as Shang Qinghua, as though he couldn't destroy this whole sect with just a single flick of his fingers (and that's without using his ghost king abilities). If he were a human, he too would have pretended to be dead so he could go work full time for the hot demon (he is hot, okay? Yin Yu agrees with him).

This is all going very smoothly, even with He Xuan casually reading all these different notes that Shang Qinghua made about the future of this world. He would usually be completely apathetic to this, but if the boy responsible for it all (Luo Binghe) takes over this world, who's to say he won't find the rift and make trouble for them? Better to avoid it completely than risk such an inconvenience in the long run, in his opinion. The Shen Qingqiu of this world appears to act differently to how Shang Qinghua wrote him to, implying that he too is not originally from this world (transmigration? Fascinating word), but it's also said that being thrown into the Abyss is a "canon event" or whatever. Best to stick around until then so he can just ensure the avoidance of whatever these guys are so worried about, even if it means just catching the kid after he's pushed and explaining the situation to him.

Then Shang Qinghua learns of what he's doing. He's staring down at this snivelling little pipsqueak, a man who is just as much of an actor as he is, and goes "so...do you get paid better by the demon?" He's not about starting beef with this guy if he's got no reason to, he's just here to get information and then save this entire world and then go back home to brood more. Reasonable schedule, if you ask him. He does, however, also not want to risk his cover, so he has tied Shang Qinghua up and is now sitting across from him at the table - he's in a good mood, he can extend a little courtesy before threatening the pathetic man's life. Shang Qinghua is bawling and begging for mercy, but he's seen this exact situation play out more times than he can count and just drinks his tea while he waits for the man to finish. Honestly, wearing Shang Qinghua's face should mean nothing to the man, considering that he faked his own death to get out of this place.

[viviale]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝚰𝐄.

pairing. trilogy!logan howlett x reader

wordcount. 3.5k

synopsis. there’s two rules to friendship. firstly, friends know each other in and out. secondly, they don’t kiss - that would only complicate everything. so what happens when both of those principles cease to apply to the relationship you share with logan?

contains. purely fluff, friends to lovers, implications of the reader experiencing social anxiety

a/n. this was loosely inspired by isabel larosas song, it's where i got the title from. also, it's my first time writing a longer piece in years — i'm really excited, feel free to tell me what you think!

logan howlett keeps to himself.

it hasn’t always been a choice, but it most certainly is a crucial part of his character. even though he is a man of many names and faces, this is a steady constant. he’s lived enough lives to know that he’s better off alone.

only now, there’s you. but one face against century old habits? doesn’t suffice to change them… right?

you thought you knew what you were getting into when you sat next to logan that day shortly after his arrival at the x-mansion, clearly planning to befriend him. the stray mutant that the professor had taken in intrigued you. there was more to him than untamed violence — there had to be.

to you, logan was a riddle. on the in– and outside, his adamantium skeleton being just as much of a mystery as the memory loss and his apparent gruffness.

turns out, you had no idea which path you chose that day. if logan was a puzzle, it was one with multiple layers. pictures that were only made visible if you arranged all pieces in the right order, only for the composition to make no sense at all in the end. and before you could even start to ponder where everything went, you had to fulfill countless side quests.

in short, a game impossible to win.

and you thought you were okay with that. hell, he didn’t even remember his past. if he really were some kind of multidimensional puzzle, he probably wouldn’t know the image he was supposed to form himself.

and your heart tightens at the idea of having to play a game in order to get a grasp on your identity, without knowing so much as the rules.

poor logan…

understandably, you were overjoyed as the two of you began to grow closer. you wanted to make it easier for him. maybe you were naive, but you had set your mind on supporting him with your friendship. he seemed so unused to being cared for, and god, did he need someone to.

you were convinced that everyone did deserve a friend.

but friendship had certain rules.

firstly, there had to be a balance to it.

and secondly, friends didn’t kiss. never, nuh-uh, not under any circumstances.

hence your confusion when he broke both of them — eagerly, at that.

the first rule

push and pull. this is what being with you felt like. and fuck, he was getting tired of it. frankly, with his life experiences and the people he’s met so far, the friends he’s had, he’s more used to shove and hit.

in a way, relationships are like fist fights. they are to logan, anyway. someone punches you right in the face - and this can mean anything. maybe they throw some kind of information at you, tell you about themselves. it could also be a compliment. or an insult.

of course, it works in the literal sense, too.

sometimes it’s expected, sometimes it leaves you flabbergasted. then there’s a short moment of contemplation. a pause, time to breathe.

finally, you take a swing at them in return. and that’s how it’s supposed to be. sure, it leaves you bleeding more often than not, but at least there’s some kind of a rhythm to it.

that he could work with. he’s a good fighter!

but it’s completely different with you. no fistfights, no time to breathe. instead, a constant push and pull.

he has no idea how to deal with that.

you always thought you were good at friendship. great, even. people were drawn to your bright personality, and you never completely understood the concept of enemies. sure, you didn’t like everyone, but why show them that? it’s not only nicer but easier to treat even the people you aren’t fond of with kindness.

however, being logans friend came with complications. whenever you thought you had decoded one of his layers, he shed it, only for you to be met with another one. it didn’t help that he seemed to have no problem at all with making it extra hard for you.

sure, you were content with your interactions, with the occasional talk.

yet you couldn’t help but feel that the balance was off.

logan seemed to know everything about you while you only had a shred of information to account for. and you didn’t even realize that for the longest time!

it struck you unexpectedly, when the two of you were chosen to chaperone for some of the older kids and accompany them on a shopping spree in the nearest city.

you knew the mall wouldn’t be empty. but the calm life of serenity at the mansion had somehow softened your shell. consequently, the sheer mass of people strolling around during afternoon rush felt overwhelming. they were everywhere, looking through the windows of shops, talking, moving. all at once.

it made a wave of nausea wash over you.

of course, the kids had already split to discover the halls of the building on their own, forming small groups. the light in their eyes as they took in the very same chaos that caused your feeling of unease made the trip worth it. a taste of a normal teenage life - they surely deserved it.

still, you wished someone else could have gone with them. this was just too much. you weren’t cut out for this unending overstimulation!

fortunately, you weren’t alone.

“you okay?”

it was his voice that pulled you out of your thoughts, rough but with a certain calmness to it.

you blinked, focusing on him to blend out the overall motion and noise around you.

“uh, yeah. it’s just…”

you trailed off, not sure of what you even wanted to say. you didn’t want to appear lame, either. hell, you were a part of the x-men. you had fought too many battles to be worn out by one visit to the mall.

“…a lot of people?”

you looked up at that, mildly surprised, only to find him already looking at you. his brown eyes were calming and you couldn’t help but feel that there was something more swimming in his sympathetic gaze.

“yes,” you sighed in defeat. before you could add anything, his hand curled around your bicep and he pulled you to the side of the crowd, so you stood shielded by the wall on one side and his body on the other.

“c’mon, let’s grab something to drink.”

eyes darting down to meet yours, as if to make sure you were okay with his proposal, he pulled you along and into a coffee shop a few steps away.

he didn’t let go of your arm, and his mere presence made you feel grounded.

inside the café, he immediately spotted a table in the corner, walking you over there without speaking another word. it was a pretty spot he chose. if you were alone, you’d probably have chosen the same place to sit.

despite being integrated in the mall which didn’t quite offer an extinquished ambience, the room seemed cozy. clean, too, you thought as you slid into the stainless red leather booth to sit near the brick wall.

“thanks, logan. that was a great idea,” you breathed out in relief, already feeling more at ease than you did out there.

unbeknownst to you, he had noticed it too - your eyes seemed brighter now that you weren’t surrounded by as much noise as you were just moments prior.

you could have sworn that you saw a silent smile play around his lips, but before he could answer, the waiter arrived, ready to take your order.

you felt your heart rate spike — those interactions had a habit of making you nervous when you were already tense from the mall situation. your eyes darted over the menu, frantic, given that you’d barely had time to see what they offered.

“what can i bring you today?”, the young man asked.

he looked like he was in his early twenties, a little younger than you, maybe. a keen one, flashing you a charming smile. the small wink was meant for you, specifically, but being in a hurry, you didn’t recognize it.

logan did, though. and he wasn’t all too happy about it.

as if sensing your discomfort, logan cleared his throat and spoke up, ordering without ever taking his eyes off of you while the waiter jotted down his words.

“she’ll have a caramel latte with two shots of espresso.”

you eyes shot up, surprise written all over your features. how did he know your order?

you were just about to check if they served your preferred style of coffee, but he was quicker.

although, you thought, you’d probably have blurted out some other thing that you didn’t really want but could be completely sure they had. anxiety made you do that sometimes, acting in the most convenient way and so that you could escape longer interactions.

you couldn’t even remember an instance were you had told logan how you liked your coffee. it’s not really something worth talking about in the face of serious problems and catastrophies that have to be prevented. maybe a mention in passing, at most.

the waiter asking logan what he’d like to drink snapped you out of your haze.

“i’ll go with a cup of black coffee," he husked.

you missed the last disappointed look the blonde gave you, seemingly accepting you being with logan as he went back to the counter, leaving you alone with the mutant facing you.

he looked a little out of place, to say the least. of course, the two of you wore civilian clothes instead of the black uniforms, but still. the place was rather fancy — for some shitty mall, at least — and his leather jacket and roughed up appearance didn’t quite meet the atmosphere.

it suited him nonetheless. made him stick out a little.

now being able to focus on logan, you relaxed a little, shoulders visibly sinking as you threw a shy smile at him.

“how’d you know my order?”

he only shrugged at that, meeting your gaze nonchalantly.

“i know a lotta things about you.”

that day turned out to be a lot of fun. admittantly, given how isolated you were at the mansion and the preoccupance with fighting villains or helping ensure a calm political climate, outings in your free time were a rare occurance. it was nice to spend some time with logan away from the school.

certainly good for strenghtening your friendship, as well.

your heart beat faster when you thought back to how he immediately recognized your sensory overload without you saying anything. normally, you did your best to conceal it if you were anxious, so him spotting it felt really special to you.

and the mere extend to which he knew you… that was unexpected.

yet it also left you feeling a little thrown back.

how did he know all those facets of your personality, reaching from quirks like feeling out of place in crowds to your favorite hot beverage? and how could it be that you, in turn, knew so little about him?

… had you failed to learn about him and thus made your friendship onesided in terms of intimacy? god, you certainly hoped not.

in friendships, you’d usually cling to some rules you thought met the concept. it should be balanced, you had told yourself. this didn’t feel really weighed out anymore… was it your fault?

it was just so hard to get details out of logan! that man was a mystery, closed off as can be. maybe time would change it.

you’d certainly make an effort to get something out of him, anything, so you could reciprocate - that was for sure.

the second rule

honestly, logan didn’t mind the grip you had on him all that much. he’d thought so, in the beginning, but now… things had changed somehow.

maybe it was the way you never let go of him, the way your mere presence managed to make him hold his breath. one of your sweet smiles thrown at him when no one else is bearing witness and he’s choking, unable to stop his face from heating up.

a little embarrassing, really. how you made him lose his cool like that.

he wasn’t even sure if you knew the power you had over him.

in the beginning, he himself missed how his nerves were alert at all times, how his thoughts spun around you and only you. so there might be the slightest chance you register it, either.

in a way, he’s come to cherish it. before you, it was rare for him to catch a break. that certainly remained the same. however, the pain and suffering that occupied his mind was replaced with fleeting images of you, and if that wasn’t something…

he didn’t want a break from you.

not when you laughed in that specific way that made time stand still and not when you were nearing a mental breakdown at the mall. he’d gladly be by your side anytime.

while he loved how you allowed him to see all those facets of your personality, how you never held back around him, what really shook him was how you knew more about him than anyone else. you actually made an effort, you always asked back. most people, when met with his hard edges, didn’t even bother to pry.

two centuries of living and no one had picked up on all of his little habits.

well, it wasn’t like he itched to tell people about his favorite color — moss green, like the broad canadian forests covering the rugged mountains where he grew up — but it was nice to have someone ask those innocent questions about his mundane life.

logan loved to be your friend — and at the same time, he hated it. as elated as he found himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it just wasn’t enough. no… regularly, he found himself yearning for more.

dusk had to be your favorite time of the day.

another day ending, cicadas chirping in the garden around the mansion… it was magical.

this short window of time, when the sun bathed the sky in an orange hue and bid the clouds goodbye, made you long for just a few more minutes of ethereal golden glow.

since most of the children where in their dorms already — those who slept, at least — it was one of the rare hours to rewind, a moment of calmness and rest.

it was also the time you usually spent with logan. maybe that added to the liking you took to the evening hours.

apart from busy missions and days spent teaching, logan was a different man. less stressed. his facial muscles relaxed and his usual frown smoothed out as he closed his eyes to listen to the wind rustling through the trees that stood nearby.

it was nice to see him this peaceful, you thought as you stepped out onto the porch where he sat and smoked a cigar, undisturbed.

“hey,” you mutter as you sit one the wooden step next to him, the old planks creaking under the light movement.

“i brought you some lemonade.” the bottle clinks against yours as you hand it out to him. it had become a ritual between you, sneaking out to join him for some quality time. you know he prefers beer. he’s told you that he doesn’t mind, really, that lemonade is just as good as alcohol. if he gets to share it with you, at least. although he kept that part to himself.

wordlessly, logan accepts the glass bottle, opening it to take a swig after putting out his cigar on the wood. for a few seconds you’re in a trance, eyes fixed on his adams apple bobbing as he downs the red liquid.

he sets the bottle down and the clearing of his throat makes you focus on his eyes again. you hope he didn’t notice how distracted the slightest action on his part made you feel.

precoccupied, you miss the way he forces himself to look away from the rosy tint of your cheeks, eyes darting across the meadow. time seems to stand still in the quiet moments, and you enjoy it, its eternal flow surrounding yet not once brushing against your little bubble. you watch the sky darkening in comfortable silence.

after a while, you begin to grow a little restless. the sun had taken away most of the warmth in its leaving, and you hadn’t bothered to grab a jacket as you left the mansion since it was early summer. it seemed that despite the heat of daytime, temperatures dropped quite low at night.

you do your best to hide it, not wanting the moment to end already.

logan notices, anyway.

“you cold?”

his eyes dart down to meet yours, a hint of worry swimming inside. he seems to genuinely care, as always with you.

“a little,” you admit bashfully, nimble fingers rubbing your bicep to keep the cold away.

“c’mere, then.”

his voice seems milder than usual as he pulls you in close. your head rests on his shoulder now, and his arm is slung around your neck, shielding you from the chilly air.

your feel a little giddy as he hugs you to his body. this is… nice. you can feel his breath fanning down your hair, and being surrounded by his body like that makes you feel secure. logans skin is warm despite him only wearing a white shirt.

you stay like this for a while, no words needed. gaze directed at the sky, it almost feels as though the stars are smiling down at you, adoring the intimate embrace that consumes your thoughts.

the steady beating of his heart calms you and you try to direct your senses inwards. you swear you can feel your soul leaving your body and floating into his. it is hesistant at first, cautious as it reaches out to touch his, leaving only inches to be crossed, whenever he’s ready.

“pretty.”

it’s mumbled into your hair, almost too quiet to hear, carried away by the breeze. but you do hear it. and it brings you back to earth.

you pull away, hastily creating room between him and you. breathing, to collect your mind.

logan looks confused. his brows furrowed, brown eyes on you, unyielding. the hint of insecurity that shimmers in his brown eyes for a second, masked immediately, makes you feel a little bad for acting so impulsively.

he seems to wait for you to say something, not taking back the compliment.

“i… sorry.” you look down at the wooden plank beneath your feet, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve.

“i just… i don’t think it can go on like this.”

peeking up shyly, you’re met with a frown. he’s turned towards you a little, his back leaning against the railing.

“what d’you mean?” his voice is gruff and he seems closed off again, as if shielding himself.

you sigh, eyes softening as you look up.

“this, us. i mean… with you, i never know what’s on your mind. you seem to read me like a book but i don’t even get yours to reveal its pages! sometimes…”

your voice grows quieter, almost a whisper, as if you’re scared to say it out aloud.

“sometimes i feel like you hate me because you don’t let me in. one moment you treat me like the others, then in the next second you casually mention things about myself that nobody else even knows. i… friends don’t get this close."

all throughout your rambling, logan listens attentively, his gaze never leaving you as he takes in the entirety of what you have to say. only when he’s sure that you’re finished does he speak up.

the words that follow are earnest, rumbling deep within his chest, as if coming straight out of his heart.

“you know you’re my weakness.”

“…what?”

your brows crease together in a frown as you turn towards him. this, you didn’t expect. you thought he might leave, push you away, but not… this. whatever it means. you don’t even know.

your adorable abashment makes his eyes soften. there’s a quiet smile on his lips, barely noticeable, but breaking his gruff exterior nonetheless. it’s a rare look on him.

“that friendship thing. maybe we should just quit it.”

a beat as you look at him, eyes wide. logan quips his brow, and then you know. in a fraction of a second, your expression changes from worry to understanding.

he clears his throat.

“c’mon, you know what i mean. stop playin’ dumb, sweetheart. you’re terrible at it.”

you raise your brow at that, leaning in closer so that your faces are only inches apart when you flash him a teasing smile.

“…you don’t wanna be my friend?”

“you know what i want,” he hums absentmindedly, mesmerized by your lips.

“uhuh?”

logan looks up at that, his expression almost cocky.

“eyes don’t lie, princess. i don’t think i could make it anymore obvious.”

you smile sweetly, finally crossing the last bit of distance between you.

“well, then you’re lucky i want the same thing.”

your words are swallowed by his lips, but you don’t care. he heard it.

he knows, and that’s all you need to let go and drown in him.

suddenly, breaking rules doesn’t feel so bad.

the end. thank you so much for reading! be sure to leave your opinion in the comments! ♥︎

[skyracha]

500 Follower Part 1

Sex Education

[Bangchan/Maknae Line x Reader]

MDNI!!!!

Word Count: 6,554 😳

Not proofread

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend Bangchan decided his Maknae need a little lesson on intimacy… you say yes to helping him.

WARNINGS: Sex, unprotected P in V, F!Recieving and M!Reciving Oral, Rough Fingering, Nipple Play, Degradation AND Praising, Choking mentioned like one, Voyuerism and HEAVY Exhibitionism, Begging, Munch!Han, Male masturbation, Use of Pet names, i’m sure i forgot stuff im sorry

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"Hyung?”

Chan groaned, rolling his eyes as the youngest members of his group came running up to him, Seungmin, Felix, Han and Jeongin murmuring to each other with flushed faces.

"Can I help you?"

The older sighed, closing his phone as the four stopped in front of him. He was sat alone on the couch, everyone else doing their own thing and preparing for bed after a long day of practice and work. He wanted nothing more than to go up to his room, take a nice, warm shower and sleep the night away with you.

But his boys seemed to have other plans.

"We just wanted to know..." Jeongin started, looking over at Seungmin and fidgeting with his hands. "...How do you get a girl to sleep with you?"

"What."

"I mean," Seungmin piped up. "How do you get a girl to be willing to have sex with you? We're trying to figure out how to do it."

Chan blinked, unsure what to make of his bandmates words. Did they think he had some sort of secret knowledge that would give them the ability to bed any girl they wanted? That he was some sort of Casanova?

"What makes you think I have any idea?" He asked, leaning forward to place his phone on the table before them.

"Because you have a girlfriend." Jeongin huffed, clearly frustrated that the older man wasn't understanding what they wanted.

"And? You think all I do is have sex with her?"

"Well, yeah!" Han spoke up, gesturing to the door. "I walked in on you guys just last week fucking away on the couch like animals.”

Chan flushed red, recalling the time they had been caught and how quickly he had pushed you off his lap and pulled his pants back up, hiding the both of you from their curious gazes.

"You guys... You're young, okay? You don't have to worry about anything like that. Don't worry about things like sex until you're ready."

"We’re in our 20’s old man." Seungmin said, voice firm and resolute as he crossed his arms over his chest. The other maknae nodded in agreement, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they avoided the older's gaze. “We just want to know how. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Chan groaned, looking at his phone with a frown before looking back up at the group before him.

He couldn’t tell them everything he knew. They were still young and inexperienced, and the last thing he needed was them trying to put their hands all over you.

But he couldn't let them keep thinking that the only way to a girl's heart was through her vagina.

"I'm not gonna give you a full list, but I can give you some tips."

A few days later, Chan approached you with the idea. “Hi Channie, how was your day babe?” Your voiced cooed as he walked into the kitchen of the dorms.

You had a towel in your hands and were busy cleaning the mess the boys had left behind after a meal, humming to yourself as you moved around.

He didn’t respond at first, instead approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My day was fine, just thought of something interesting. Wanna help me teach the kids a lesson?"

"A lesson?" You asked, turning your head slightly to look up at him. He hummed, kissing your cheek before speaking again.

"Remember a few days ago, when the kids asked me how to get girls to have sex with them?"

"Yeah, they said you didn't give them any real answers, though."

"That's because I didn't want them trying to seduce my beautiful girlfriend." He purred, hands sliding up your shirt to feel your bare skin. You giggled, reaching back and placing your hands over his.

"I think that's a great idea." You hummed, feeling him squeeze your breasts. "I think we should have a bit of fun with it. I have this weird desire to take this entirely too far.”

"That can be arranged."

You had taken the rest of the night and the next morning to prepare yourself. You had told Chan that you were going to make the most of the situation and have a bit of fun. You all gathered in you and Chan’s bedroom that night and went over some ground rules and boundaries.

But it had taken Chan no time at all to have you pinned beneath him, both of you naked. His deep voice was purring in your ear as he hands began roaming your body. You could sense the four pairs of eyes watching you two, but the sensation of Chan’s hands was entirely pulling your focus.

He had begun slowly, fingers gently ghosting over the curve of your neck, then the top of your breasts. His hands cupped your chest, squeezing the flesh as he pressed his lips against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your hands lifted and grabbed his, and he watched you as you guided him to touch the soft buds on your chest. He didn't need much direction after that, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to pinch your nipples as he spoke to the four Maknae. “The key to having sex with a woman is finding what makes her tick. She has to feel good, she is your priority.”

You let out a soft moan, squirming beneath him as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You could hear the four men to your left breathing hard, and you wondered what kind of faces they were making. Were their cocks already tenting their pants, or were they trying their hardest to maintain composure?

Chan didn’t stop, his lips traveling across your shoulder and to the other side of your neck, pressing light kisses across your skin as his fingers continued toying with your nipples.

"When she feels good, she's more likely to want you to fuck her. It's better for the both of you if she's wet and excited. You know how to find her clit, right boys?"

They didn't respond, and Chan stopped moving. One of the little perks you and him thought up. If the Maknae didn’t behave, then he’d punish you. You both knew the guys would get off on the imagery of you coming undone over and over, so why not use it to make them behave?

"Answer me, kids."

"Yes hyung."

“Good. I’ll make you guys show me later.” All four boys audibly gulped at the realization.

Chan removed his hands from your breasts, sliding his fingers down to press against your already soaked core. Your breath hitched, and you bucked against him.

"If you wanna please a girl, make sure to find her clit. It'll make her come a lot faster and harder than if you just start putting your dick in."

His fingers pressed against you, rubbing at the bundle of nerves, sending chills up your spine. You whined, legs spreading further on instinct as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't forget about the rest of her body, though. Girls like to have their breasts and nipples played with."

You whimpered as he began grinding against you, his hard cock pressing against where you craved it most. You reached down between your bodies, hand gripping his hip tightly.

"And, when she's getting close, make sure to give her something to hold onto. Let her dig her nails into you, or have her grab the sheets. If you really wanna have fun, let her nails paint your back in scratches.”

He pulled away, leaving your body cold as his hands slipped under your thighs. He yanked you forward to turn you towards the four other men, causing you to fall back and brace yourself with your hands. You watched with wide eyes as he got comfortable on his knees, his hands gripping the back of your thighs tightly.

You felt a surge of embarrassment wash over you.

You were spread for the four of them, dripping wet and wanting, your boyfriend between your legs.

"Now, I want you to watch this." Chan instructed, leaning forward and latching his mouth onto your clit. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as he swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves.

He was always so good at this.

Chan's hands slid from the backs of your thighs, and up your sides. He didn't hesitate to grab handfuls of your ass, and squeezed hard enough for you to let out a whine.

"Fuck, babe go easy!" He did just the opposite. Something primal awoke in him, as it always does. He was gonna ruin you, and when he was done, the four men watching would do the same.

His grip tightened, and you were sure his hands would leave bruises. He sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around the little nub. Your hands came down to grip his hair, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his face.

The sounds of his tongue working your pussy were absolutely filthy, and the way he was groaning into you was making the coil in your stomach wind tighter.

You didn't care about the audience, or how lewd the situation was. Your sole focus was the man between your legs, and the pleasure he was giving you.

"C-Chan! I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum, baby." He hummed against you, and the vibrations sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and curling in on yourself.

You were panting, chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your senses.

"Now, did any of you see what I did?"

"You licked her pussy." Han blurted out, his face flushed and his hands shaking.

"Yeah, no shit. Did you notice anything else? Like, how I moved my hands, or where I put them?"

There was silence, and Chan let out an irritated huff.

He turned his head and looked over at the four Maknae, noticing their flushed faces and fidgeting hands. He was sure the four of them had hard-ons, and that they were aching to touch themselves.

But the thought of any of them being between your legs and eating you out?

Chan almost wanted to call off the whole thing.

Almost.

“Han get up.”

He stood, turning around and facing the four Maknae. He took a seat on the bed beside you, grabbing your arm and pulling you close. He kissed your temple, and whispered into your ear. “You’re gonna take a turn.”

Han slowly stood, trying to shift his weight to adjust the achingly hard cock pushing against his pants. The poor guy looked like he was gonna be sick, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you excited.

Chan was a bit nervous. You had agreed to this, but was he willing to actually share you? Was it worth seeing the four maknae come undone?

Chan decided it was.

"You're gonna do exactly what I did, okay?"

"What if I fuck up?"

"I'll show you what to do, idiot." Bad cop.

“You’re gonna do great honey, I’ll help you.” Good cop.

Just another little perk you and Chan had decided on adding. Who doesn’t like getting degraded or praised?

Han kneeled between your legs, his eyes looking down at the mess between your thighs. You could tell he was nervous, and his shaking hands did little to reassure you that he could handle himself.

"Hands." Chan barked, and Han quickly placed his hands on the backs of your thighs. Chan reached over and gripped his wrists, moving his hands closer and forcing him to squeeze the supple flesh.

"Make sure you can reach everything."

Han gulped, nodding his head.

"What if I do a bad job?"

"If it doesn't feel good, she'll tell you."

He nodded, his grip tightening and making you shiver. He leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your exposed pussy.

"Start with little licks, work up to the big stuff.”

“Wait!” It came out breathy, but all five guys looked at you. “You four feel so covered…please, don’t make me and Chan look so exposed.”

Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix and Han all shared a panicked look. It was true, you and Chan were completely void of clothes and the four of them were still fully dressed.

“Don’t want you to get messy now do we?” You cooed as you ran a hand through Han’s hair, him still kneeling between your legs, almost frozen.

One by one, they all got undressed.

Their hard cocks all bobbed and swayed with their movements, and the sight of their naked bodies sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

This was the best decision ever.

Han took a deep breath before he leaned forward, his tongue pressing lightly against your core.

You moaned softly, encouraging him.

Han seemed to get a bit more confident, his grip on the backs of your thighs tightening as he continued to lap at your pussy.

He wasn't very good.

His licks were a little too soft, his tongue moving in slow, wide motions. You let out a fustrated groan and Chan knew exactly what that meant. He fisted the hair at the back of Han’s head and guided his head deeper into you. Han’s nose pressed against your clit and you let out a loud moan at the sensation. “Get in there, don’t be gentle.”

You could tell Han was panicking. The younger was squirming against the harsh grip Chan had on his hair. His hands slid further up your thighs and grabbed a hold of your ass, squeezing roughly.

It was almost cute.

Chan didn't loosen his grip, though. If anything, he just held Han tighter.

"Make sure you pay attention, boys. When she's squirming, you know you're doing a good job."

You whimpered and rolled your hips, feeling his nose bump against your clit again. His grip on your ass was getting tighter, and the way his tongue was moving was making you see stars.

"Han, baby, you're doing so good."

Chan growled, his free hand moving up to grip your hip.

You could sense the tension coming from the older man.

Was he getting possessive?

You couldn't deny the thrill that sent up your spine.

"She's getting close." Chan growled, his grip tightening on the both of you. "If she tells you to stop, listen. She'll need a minute."

Han's pace sped up, and Chan released his hold on the younger, his hands going back to gripping the sheets.

You whimpered, squirming under his touch. You could feel the coil in your belly winding tighter, ready to snap.

"Han! I'm so close!"

Your orgasm hit you hard, and Han was quick to pull away. His chin was glistening, and he had a smug look on his face.

Chan’s breathing was tight as Han spoke. “I wanna do that again.”

Chan didn’t waste a moment. He reached out and grabbed the younger by the neck, pulling him close. He leaned forward, growling in his ear.

"You wanna taste her again? You think you can handle it?"

Han nodded his head, swallowing thickly. Chan hummed, letting go of his neck and moving to lay on his side.

"Good. Felix, come here."

The younger was quick to stand, walking around the bed and settling between your legs.

"You're gonna learn how to do this right, okay?"

Chan leaned up and placed his hand on the back of the youngest's head. He leaned forward, forcing the maknae's head down between your legs.

Felix's lips and tongue were a bit rough, and his technique wasn't the best, but he was eager to please. He would lick and suck at your clit, only stopping every once and awhile to take a breath.

"She likes her clit played with, not sucked on." Chan hissed, moving his hands to your hips. Felix pulled back and you whined, rolling your hips.

"Sorry, hyung."

"That's okay, sweetheart. You're learning. Here, let's try something." You sat up a bit and signaled to Chan.

Chan gently pushed him back and slid between your legs.

"Watch."

He didn't waste a moment, latching his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a high pitched squeal, squirming and grabbing his hair.

"You're a fucking tease, Channie." You breathed, grinding your hips against his face.

He didn't say anything, instead sliding his tongue down and pushing it inside of you.

"Fuck!"

Your back arched, and Chan pulled his mouth away from you. He looked at Felix and the maknae nodded.

"Don't suck, play with it with your tongue. Make sure to get her dripping wet, then push your tongue inside. And move your head with her, or you'll hurt her."

Felix nodded, his hands grabbing your thighs. He was eager to start again, and leaned forward. His tongue pressed against your clit, and he started moving his head like Chan told him to.

"Felix... baby, that's so good."

His tongue was a lot gentler than Chan's. His licks were shorter, quicker, but it was making you feel good as hell.

He wasn't hesitant about it, and the fact that he was doing what Chan said was a major turn on. You had always loved a man who followed orders.

You could feel his nails digging into your skin as he continued lapping at your clit. The pressure was building in your core, and you knew that you were going to come hard.

"I'm gonna come, baby."

"Good." Felix's voice was low and muffled against you.

You let out a loud moan, your body arching off the bed. Felix's tongue kept moving, even when your body went slack.

You were panting, and you could hear the others talking.

"That was really good."

"You think?"

"Yeah! It was really hot."

You rolled over, pressing your face into Chan's chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling against him.

"Chan... I need a break."

"Okay. We're taking a break."

The two of you got comfortable, laying down next to each other. Your head was resting on his chest, his arm around your waist and his thumb rubbing small circles into your side.

"What about us?" Seungmin spoke up, looking at the two of you with a pout.

“C’mere.” You sat up and gestured Seungmin to stand in front of you as you laid on your stomach, his cock in your face.

Your boyfriend had a firm grip on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Seungmin was hesitant, his hands shaky as he placed them on your head.

You opened your mouth, looking up at the boy.

Seungmin was the biggest of the four Maknae, but his size wasn’t gonna scare you off.

"I'm gonna suck you off, okay?"

Seungmin's breath hitched, his grip on your hair tightening.

"O-Okay."

"Tell me when to stop."

You took him into your mouth, your hands grabbing the backs of his thighs.

Seungmin whimpered, his grip tightening on your head. He was careful not to push you, though, and the fact that he was letting you lead the pace was a huge turn on.

You could feel Chan's hands slide up your back, his fingers brushing against your spine.

"Keep going." He whispered, and you moaned, closing your eyes and sucking Seungmin's cock.

The taller let out a loud moan, his hand grabbing your head. His hips began bucking forward, and his cock slid deeper down your throat.

"F-fuck, you feel so good."

Chan's hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back a bit. "Slow down."

"But she feels so good."

Chan hummed, leaning forward and kissing your neck. His hands moved up and cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

You moaned, and Seungmin let out a loud groan.

"I-I'm close."

"Good." Chan purred, his hands sliding back down to your hips. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, his cock rubbing against you.

You whimpered, rolling your hips. You could feel his cock slipping between your legs, his shaft rubbing against your pussy.

Seungmin's grip on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing in your mouth. You sucked hard, swirling your tongue around the tip.

"Gonna cum."

"Do it, baby." You purred, looking up at him through your lashes.

Seungmin's cock twitched and he let out a loud moan. His hot cum spilled into your mouth and you swallowed, moaning at the taste. "Fuck, that's so hot,” he mumbled.

You pulled back, wiping the back of your mouth with the back of your hand. "How was that?"

"That was amazing."

You smiled, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

"You guys wanna get back to it?"

They nodded eagerly, and you giggled, leaning forward and kissing Chan deeply. He hummed, his hand reaching up and cupping your cheek.

"I love you." You said against his lips.

"I love you, too." He smiled back.

You were the first to get into position, laying down on the bed and spreading your legs. Chan spoke up, “The next thing I’m gonna show you is how to fuck her with your fingers. You gotta be careful, you do it wrong and she gets hurt.”

Seungmin was the first to step forward, his face flushed as he got between your legs.

He was shaking slightly, his fingers twitching as he brought them closer to you.

Chan moved behind him, placing his hands on top of Seungmin's.

"Start with one finger. If she says it's too much, add a little bit of spit and try again. You're gonna wanna curve them upwards, and move them in and out."

Seungmin nodded, his finger pressing against your entrance. You let out a soft whine, biting your lip as his finger pushed inside.

"Now move it in and out, slowly. Like I said, if she says stop, stop."

"O-okay."

Seungmin moved his finger in and out slowly, his gaze focused on your pussy.

You whimpered, rocking your hips.

"Seungmin, that feels really good."

"Does it?"

"Yes, baby."

"That's good. You're doing a good job, Minnie." Chan hummed, moving his hand to his shoulder. "Now add another finger."

Seungmin nodded, pulling his finger out and adding another. He pushed them both inside slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Good. Now move them."

Seungmin's fingers began moving, the feeling of him fucking you with his fingers was making you dizzy.

"She likes it when you curl your fingers a bit. That spot is a girl's best friend."

"Curl?"

"Yeah, like this."

Chan's fingers curled up , demonstrating the motion and the younger's eyes went wide. He mimicked the motion, curling his fingers and brushing against your g-spot.

"F-Fuck! There!"

"There?"

"Yes, fuck, keep doing that."

You reached down and began rubbing your clit, moaning loudly as the pleasure was starting to overwhelm you.

Seungmin continued fucking you with his fingers, his pace speeding up. Your moans were getting louder, and your grip on the sheets was tight. You could sense the more Seungmin got comfortable, the more he got into it.

"Minnie, I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead. Cum."

Your orgasm hit hard, and you cried out. Your entire body was shaking, and you were gripping the sheets tightly.

"That was so good." You breathed, looking up at him.

Seungmin beamed, pulling his fingers out and then tapped your chin with his other hand. “Open up.” You obeyed and he shoved his fingers in your mouth as you sucked them clean of any trace of you.

"Fuck." Jeongin mumbled, his cock twitching.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Han asked as Seungmin began to go back to sitting down.

“I saw it in a porno once.” He shrugged.

"Don't worry, Innie. You're next."

"Wait." Jeongin spoke up, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting away from the scene before him. "I don't know if I can do this."

Chan and you shared a look, before Chan responded.

"Why not? Do you not want to?"

"I just, I'm scared. What if I hurt her?"

"Then she'll tell you. If she doesn't feel good, she won't be shy about letting you know."

"But what if I do something wrong?"

"I'll guide you. Come here."

Jeongin hesitated for a moment before walking towards the two of you. Chan guided him, pulling him closer and placing his hand between your legs.

"She's still a bit wet. That's a good thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. It means she's turned on. It's a good thing." Chan gently pushed two of Jeongin's fingers inside, and the younger let out a soft gasp.

"She's warm."

"It feels really good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Chan began guiding his fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

"This is how you fuck a girl. Slow, deep thrusts."

"Okay."

"And don't forget, make sure to hit her g-spot."

"G-spot?"

"Yeah. It's a super sensitive area. Curve your fingers, like this."

Chan guided his fingers, showing the youngest how to curl them. He brushed against your g-spot, and you let out a loud moan.

"Found it!” He looked to Chan, shocked and semi-proud of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Jeongin's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming faster.

"She likes it when you're rough. She's not made of glass, Innie. Go as hard as you want, but make sure to give her a second to breathe."

"Yes, hyung."

His pace sped up, his thrusts getting rougher.

"I'm close, Innie." You gasped, grinding your hips against his fingers.

"Come for me." He said in a breath, his thrusts becoming harder.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and you threw your head back. Jeongin's pace didn't slow, his thrusts growing more aggressive.

"Innie, fuck." He pulled his fingers out and moaned as he licked them clean.

"You're doing so well, baby." Chan hummed, kissing the your cheek.

"Now, I wanna watch you finger her." Jeongin spoke up, shy despite what he just did.

Chan and Jeongin switched places, Chan’s fingers pressed against your entrance, pushing inside and curling immediately.

You whimpered, grinding against his fingers. Chan’s pace was fast and rough, and it was making your head spin.

"She likes it rough. She loves it when you fuck her hard."

Jeongin nodded, his hand wrapped around his cock. His hand moved up and down his length, and his breathing was ragged.

"Channie." You whined, rolling your hips against his fingers.

"Come on, baby. Come for me."

You let out a loud moan, grinding your hips against his hand as you came.

"Fuck." Chan purred, pulling his fingers out.

"You wanna taste her?" He signaled to Felix.

"Y-Yeah."

Chan brought his fingers to the younger's lips, and Felix eagerly licked them clean.

"God, she tastes so good."

"You can have more later.” Chan hummed, standing up and moving over to the youngest.

“What’s next?” Han said, his hand lazily stroking his cock, the head red and angry.

“You’re gonna fuck her.”

The two of you shared a look and you smirked, laying back down and spreading your legs.

Chan helped the boy line himself up, the head pressing against your entrance.

"Take it slow, okay?"

Han nodded, pushing his cock inside slowly. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slid inside.

"F-Fuck." He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Good?"

"So good."

"Don't be afraid to fuck her. She can take it."

Han didn't hesitate. His pace was quick, and he was hitting all the right spots.

"God, you're so fucking tight."

"Han...you're doing such a good job."

Chan was still beside the two of you, his eyes dark and his expression hungry. “Baby-“ You reached your hand out to him and grabbed ahold of his cock. Your hand made work of your boyfriend while Han fucked into you at a delicious pace.

"She feels so good."

Chan chuckled, his cock throbbing in your hand. "I know she does."

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come on, baby. Cum for me."

Han's thrusts became harder, his nails digging into your hips. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his breathing was erratic.

"C-Can I come inside?"

"Yeah, baby. Come for me."

Han's cock pulsed, his hot seed shooting deep inside you.

"God, that was good." He panted, pulling his cock out.

"You think?"

"Yeah." He laughed, ”I really wanna eat her out again.”

Chan's gaze darkened and he growled, "It’s my turn to show you how it’s done first.”

Chan's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down the bed. He stood between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Always, Channie."

Chan hummed, and pushed himself inside. You gasped, your hands flying to his arms.

"Fuck, Channie."

Chan began pounding into you, his pace rough and brutal.

"Look at you. Taking me so well. You're such a good girl." His chest was pressed against yours, his words of praise tickling your ear.

His hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently.

"You're mine."

"All yours."

"That's right. Mine."

Chan's hand squeezed tighter and his thrusts got harder. You were quickly becoming a whining mess.

"You're not gonna last long, are you?"

"N-no."

"That's okay. You can come whenever you want."

"W-What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. Just come."

You let out a loud cry, your orgasm hitting you hard. You clenched hard around his dick, and he visibly jolted at the feeling of you gripping him.

"Such a good girl. I'm almost there."

"Come for me, Channie."

"I'm so close."

"Please, baby."

Chan's cock pulsed and he let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he came.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, his forehead resting against yours.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

You hummed, turning your head to look at the boys. They were all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

"Did you guys enjoy that?"

"It was awesome." Felix looked like he was about to combust.

"You looked amazing." Seungmin cooed as he began approaching the bed.

"I didn't know you could be so dirty, hyung." Jeongin ran a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes over your body.

You chuckled, turning back to face your boyfriend. He kissed your cheek and pulled out, laying beside you.

"I'm not sure I could get hard again for a while, baby. Give the boys some attention.”

"Okay." You sat up and grabbed Jeongin's wrist. "I want you."

Jeongin didn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and pushing himself inside.

"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby."

"So do you."

Jeongin's hips were sharp and quick, his pace fast.

"I'm not gonna last long."

"It's okay sweetheart, just keep going-Fuck!”

Chan's voice filled the room.

"Wait a second." Jeongin slowed his motions as Chan grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your clit. “If you know you aren’t gonna last long enough for her to finish, help her get there faster. Play with her clit.”

Jeongin nodded and his thumb started rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. Your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the bed, the feeling of both sensations beautifully overwhelming.

"I'm close. So close."

"Me too."

You felt another hand join the one between your legs. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing Seungmin kneeling beside you. His cock was in his hand, his strokes quick and erratic.

"C-cum with me, sweetheart." You placed your hand on Jeongin’s arm. "I'm close, just keep going."

"Fuck, me too." You could feel his thrusts becoming harder, his breathing ragged. His pace was brutal, and his grip on your thigh was painful.

"Seungmin."

"Yeah, baby."

"Kiss me."

"As you wish."

Seungmin leaned forward and his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and messy, and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, your orgasm quickly getting ready to snap.

"Gonna cum." Your orgasm hit hard, and your whole body shook. Jeongin's cock pulsed, and his hot seed spilled inside you.

"Shit." He pulled out, and collapsed beside you.

Seungmin didn't stop kissing you, his grip tightening on your waist as you sat up. “I wanna ride you. Sit against the headboard.”

Seungmin nodded, sitting up and positioning himself. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head between your folds and you both groaned.

"She feels so good hyung." Seungmin looked to Chan.

"Fuck me, Seungmin." Seungmin's hands rested on your hips and he slowly pushed himself inside. Seungmin began rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long."

"What?”

"You were with him." He gestured towards Chan.

“You were having fantasies about my girlfriend?”

Seungmin nodded, biting his lip.

"I was jealous. I wanted you."

"And now you have her, but one night only. She’s mine, don’t forget that.”

"Yes, yes I do."

His pace picked up, his hips slapping against yours. You could feel his cock hitting deep inside you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"You're so tight. Fuck."

"You're so big."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna come."

"Do it."

"Fuck." Seungmin's thrusts got faster, and his grip tightened. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his eyes fluttered shut. He cried out, his orgasm hitting hard.

"Oh my god." You cried out, collapsing against Seungmin as he rode out his own orgasm.

“Okay, she needs a break.” Chan helped you off Seungmin’s lap, but you interrupted him.

“Han, come here, please. Want you- to eat me out again.” Your words came out in pants, but Han looked more than eager to oblige.

You laid back on the bed, and Han crawled between your legs, his tongue running over your sensitive flesh.

You whimpered, the sensation bordering on overstimulation. Chan noticed your discomfort and he reached his hand down to rub slow circles on your hip, the feeling helping ground you. “Are you sure baby? You can stop at any time.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You let out a moan and then signaled to Felix. As he came over, you turned your head to take him into your mouth.

While you were focused on Felix, Chan spoke up.

"Han, you gotta be gentle. If she says stop, you need to listen. Do not push her."

Han nodded, his tongue continuing to explore your pussy. He was gentle, his tongue gliding over your clit.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned around Felix's cock, your hand wrapping around the base. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

"She's amazing." Felix groaned.

"I know. And she's all mine."

You whimpered, feeling another orgasm building up. Your hips rocked against Han's mouth, and he seemed to notice, his movements speeding up. "Gonna cum." You moaned, grinding against his mouth.

"Come for me."

"Yes!" You cried out, your orgasm hitting hard. Your hips bucked wildly, and your back arched. Han lapped at your cunt, cleaning you up before pulling away and licking his lips.

"That was the best meal I've ever had. I could do that all day.” Han stepped away as you continued to suck Felix’s cock.

“Stop- wanna fuck you.” He groaned.

Felix pulled out and then quickly lined his cock up with your entrance, slamming into you.

"Fuck." You gasped, your hands gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

Felix's thrusts were hard and fast, and his grip on your thighs was almost painful.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." His hand shot down to your clit to help you along as Chan said earlier. Always following instructions.

"Come for me, Felix."

Felix's cock twitched, and he cried out, his cock pulsing and his hot seed spilling inside.

You let out a soft groan, and he pulled out, falling to the side and catching his breath. Each of the Maknae looked entirely spent, dicks limp and eyes closed.

"I wanna see her get fucked by Changbin." Felix looked at Chan, and the eldest nodded.

"Changbin? Why?” Chan questioned as he moved towards you.

"He's the biggest. I wanna see her stretched around his cock." Felix was dazed on the bed next to you.

Chan's gaze shifted to you, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Oh? Is he now?”

"Mhm." Felix nodded, biting his lip.

"Is that what you want, baby? You wanna be stretched around his cock?"

"I wanna be stretched around yours baby.” You could tell Chan’s possessive side was coming out.

"Good answer.”

Chan made his way over and settled between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

Chan slowly slid inside, and you moaned, your back arching off the bed.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I love you.” Chan’s thumbs were rubbing circles against your hips.

“You fit so good, I love you too. Fuck!”

His pace was quick and rough, his cock hitting deep.

"I love you so much." Chan leaned down and looped his arms under your back, holding you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck.

"I love you, too." Tears were lining your eyes as sheer pleasure flooded your system, the overstimulation starting to hit you.

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck." He growled, his cock throbbing.

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come for me, baby."

"Chan..." Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you were barely able to breathe.

"That's it. Come for me."

You let out a strangled moan, and you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

"Good girl. Such a good girl."

"Come for me, Chan. Come inside, please." Chan's grip tightened, and he groaned, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck." You both stilled, your breathing ragged.

Chan slowly pulled out, his forehead resting against yours.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"Sore, but I'm good. I'm happy."

"Me too. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Chan helped you stand, and he held you tightly.

"Alright boys, we need to get cleaned up. We have practice tomorrow and a few of you have vocal lessons and a photoshoot."

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Alright. Go shower, we'll clean up the room." Han offered with a lazy smile.

"We?" Felix whined, sitting up.

"Yes, we. Come on." Seungmin said, slapping Felix on the shoulder.

"Thanks, guys." Chan grabbed your clothes and carried them into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

You smiled and joined him, letting the hot water wash away the sticky evidence of your activities.

The boys did an excellent job at cleaning the bedroom. It was spotless, and it smelled clean.

You and Chan were in his room, him snuggled against you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I think we need to have them all over for dinner. Or a movie. Something." You said softly.

"I'll ask if they want to. Why?" Chan was running his hands through your hair gently.

“I feel like I owe them a thank you." You couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Yeah, they would probably like that. I'll talk to the manager tomorrow and see when they have open schedules."

"Thank you, baby."

"No problem, love." Chan kissed your cheek and snuggled closer.

"Hey, Chan."

"Yeah?"

"What was all that about earlier? About not touching me because I'm yours?"

"I was just playing, baby. You know I'm not really like that, right?"

"Of course. It was really hot, though."

[tinybeetiny]

I love to love you: J.W

I'm working on getting a posting schedule now that i have so many groups i wanna write for... sigh not enough time in the days

->Starring: WooyoungxReader ->Genre: Fluff ->Cw: Typical yapping Wooyoung, fluffy fluff fluff, this man has my entire heart... they all do... I'm a whore

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

Seonghwa | Hongjoong | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

“You know what I’ve never understood! How—” Wooyoung’s mouth was moving, his hands animated as he launched into another impromptu rant, this time about cereal mascots, or maybe it was weather apps, you weren’t entirely sure.

But your mind was somewhere else.

You blinked, watching the way his eyes lit up when he talked, the way his hands cut through the air with every word, and how he didn’t just speak, he performed. You weren’t really listening, and not because he was boring (he never was), but because you were so utterly overwhelmed by the love bubbling in your chest.

You didn’t know why you were feeling so sentimental today, but you couldn’t help it.

You love loving Jung Wooyoung.

No, he didn’t make it easy. He was a handful and a half, loud, dramatic, chaotic in the most endearing way. He made everything a competition, talked in his sleep, and danced at completely inappropriate times. He could be a little impatient, sometimes stubborn, and had a flair for being just a bit too honest.

But maybe that’s exactly why you loved it.

Because with Wooyoung, nothing was ever halfway. He loved with his whole heart. He felt things in all caps. He made life feel like a song stuck in your head, inconvenient at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for silence.

He’d surprise you with the smallest gestures: your favorite candy tucked into your bag, post-it notes on your mirror with dumb doodles and captions like “today’s outfit: 12/10 would date.” He’d shove socks onto your cold feet and whine, “Why are you always freezing? Are you a ghost?”

He’d talk your ear off one second, then fall asleep mid-sentence with his head in your lap the next. He’d show up to your workplace just to drop off coffee, but stay too long and make everyone laugh until your coworkers were all a little bit in love with him too.

Loving Wooyoung wasn’t always easy. But it was worth it. Because for all the fire and noise, he was also the softest soul you’d ever known.

Like the way he rubbed gentle circles on your back when he thought you were asleep. Or how he always saved the last bite of dessert for you—even if it was his favorite. Or how he said “I love you” like it was breathing, like the words were stitched into the rhythm of his heart.

You came back to the present just in time to see him pause, eyebrows raised.

“Wait! Are you even listening to me?” he asked, mock-offended, poking your cheek. “I was giving you my most passionate argument yet.”

You smiled, leaned in, and kissed him, right on the nose.

“I just love you,” you whispered.

He blinked. His smile faltered for just a second, like he’d been momentarily stunned. Then it came back, softer now. Slower. All the theatrics melted away, and it was just him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice low and full of something warm and steady. “Good because I love you too.”

He leaned forward and kissed you properly this time—no rush, no showmanship, just all the quiet ways he meant it. Then he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, that signature crooked grin returning.

“Okay, now that we’re emotionally bonded for life,” he said, already perking back up, “can I please finish explaining why Tony the Tiger is a corporate lie?”

And you just laughed, letting your heart settle in that messy, beautiful, sugar-sweet place he’d made inside it.

Because loving Jung Wooyoung?

Loving him back was the easiest part of all.

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singledad!toji x singlemom!reader | 2.

cw; swearing, toji makes a creud joke bc duh he's still toji, short chap bc my brain doesn't work.

wc; 624

author; i really don't like how short this is but i am otherwise happy with it!! hope u enjoy & don't forget to like and reblog!!

MASTERLIST -> PART 1

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it wasn't like you could just ignore his presence now. you may have been staring at your shoes currently, but it was just five seconds ago that you had locked eyes with the dark haired man stood in front of you and said his name. toji said your name, you winced knowing that you had to speak to him. if not for yourself, then for hikaru. you couldn't ruin his chances at making a really good friend simply because you used to know his new friend's dad, and you just couldn't bear to be around him? you refused to be such a coward that it cost your son anything. 

"hi, toji. i can't say that i ever thought i would see you again either."

"well then i guess it our lucky day." 

"..you could say that. i wouldn't"

toji chuckled at your sharp wit. "ouch, sweetheart. that stings, thought you'd have some sweeter hellos for me, considering how we spent most of our time together. i'm sure you remember how i did that one thing-"

you cut him off quickly, knowing exactly where he was going with that. it seemed his dirty mind hadn't changed one bit. "OKAY! we are at a school! for really small people! don't be saying that shit, and don't be an ass." 

"hey, i haven't even said anything. you're the one with the foul mouth on school grounds." you didn't even have to look at toji to know the exact expression he was wearing. and sure enough, when you did glance at him, his lips were pulled taught in a smirk that was so smirk-y it was almost ridiculous. 

it was very clear that toji's confidence hadn't changed either. 

"toji, what is it you approached me to say? because i really don't have the time to just stand here with you."

"ah, but if you had the time you would stand here with me? is that what i'm hearing?"

"toji."

"okay, okay. i wanted to talk to you about setting up a playdate between our boys. megumi hasn't left me alone about his new best friend hikaru, and they've only known each other for two days. figured that it would be best for all of us if the boys got together soon. to keep you & i sane." his tone was entirely free of teasing now, the sincerity of his words clear. 

"...yeah, hikaru hasn't stop talking about megumi either." you sighed, reluctantly admitting that the man was right. "they're already self-proclaimed best friends." 

"exactly. and who are we to get in the way of best friends?" his smirk is now just a grin, clearly enjoying your reaction to him, but seeming to be issuing an attempt at appearing slightly less smug for your sake. that puzzled you, because the toji that you remember never really cared whether or not he was being too much of an ass.

his general apathy towards pretty much everyone but himself had really been a driving force in what separated the two of you when you were in highschool, along with the fact that you were moving to a town on one side of the country, and toji was moving to a town on the other side. 

you couldn't dwell on this new information for long. you really had to get to work. "playdate soon, then? i really have to get going, though. bye." 

he called your name as you were running walking away. "yer number still the same, sweetheart?"

"why don't you try it out for yourself? use those big muscles of yours." you called back, jumping into your car and getting out of that damn parking lot as fast as safely possible.

work first. the million questions racing through your mind second.

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Do you need a hand

maintnencewoman!Ellie x fem!reader

slightly bound inspired

CW: dom!ellie, brattysub!r, fem!reader, men being idiots for a second, cunilingus both r and Ellie receiving, face riding r! receiving, slight cocky!Ellie

It kept you up at night. The dripping of your kitchen pipe. Over and over again you asked your landlord Mr.Santiago to fix it.

"We're backed up, next week" or "I'll send someone tomorrow", those are his famous lines he loves so much. But shocker no one ever comes. So you decided first thing in the morning you'd go up to the office and drag a maintenance man by the ear to your apartment if you needed to.

The next morning as intended you got ready. Putting on your nicest and shorter "conservative" dress. A black dress with pink polka dots. Accompanied by neat hair and cute shoes. All in the hopes of wooing someone, anyone to fix your freaking pipes.

Shoes clicking on the floor as you walked into your apartment complex's easing office. You heard laughs in a nearby room and followed, only to find a bunch of idiots doing a ton of laughing and not one bit of work.

Your POV

"Mr.Santiago, nice to see you again. Can we speak?", I said through gritted teeth.

"Yes Ms.L/N what is it that I can help you with?" All I could think was this fucking chump.

"I need someone that can fix my kitchen pipe. It's been leaking for three weeks and it's keeping me up at night! and don't send one of these lazy chumps they never do anything right.", I know I came off a little angry but come on.

"I understand Ms.L/N but we..." "No, no there isn't a line, or a wait or whatever the hell, I need the pipe to get fixed so get someone to do it right now."I don't mean to come off bratty but it's getting to a point.

He seemed to accept some level of defeat. "Williams go with her, apartment 3005"

"Yes sir", she said standing up. She was new, that's for sure new. No handyman of Mr.Santiago is ever happy to work.

The sound of the wrench would normally be annoying but right now it was music to my ears.

"Um Williams? would you like to something to drink?" she was hot that for sure. I'd break my wall if meant she was fixing it.

"It's Ellie and, no thank you love", she said with a grunt. So hot.

She finally finished and looked somehow hotter than before.

"I would like to thank you for helping me out. I know earlier I was being bossy but I'm not like that, I was only frustrated."

She smirked slightly. "Trust me I understand, if I didn't know how to fix things like this I'd go crazy too."

"There are other things I can do but yeah handy work isn't on the list. Well-uh thank you again"

"You gonna keep thanking me over and over?" she's smug and I'm being embarrassing.

"Do you not like being thanked or something?" if she's going to be smug so am I.

I don't have any problems with it, it's just funny" she said as she leaned against my countertop.

I rolled my eyes and that seemed to tick her off a bit.

"Well uh I guess there's no more work needed to be done so I'll just let myself out." she grabbed her bag getting ready to be on her way.

"Thanks again, are you sure I can't get you a drink or something on your way out". it's borderline desperate. She chuckles and so do I.

She walks towards me making me take a breath.

"Is there anything else you need fixing?", she looks at me with sure eyes.

"No, I don't think so..everything else is fine it was just my uh pipe that needed to be fixed."

"I'm not talking about your apartment." she was now close enough to whisper. Looking at me straight on.

"I'll only ask once again. Is there something you need?"

I broke. Grabbing her by the shirt and kissing her. She wrapped her hands around my waist finding both hands on my ass. It was a rough moment as she tried to as gently as possible push me onto the counter top.

She took off her gloves and tied up her short hair. She started with my neck slowly making way down to my boobs. She was gentle and soft, different to the way she'd been before, with a more hardened exterior.

Both sets of hands roaming the others' body. Hers on my boobs and my own deep within her hair. There was an even exchange of moans and groans to accompany the moment.

Soon enough her head was buried between my thighs as a let out moans with no shame. "Ellie fuck, don't stop"

"You want me to stop", I could feel the smirk while she was down on me. In retaliation I squeezed my thighs a little harder. "Stay still"

Her hand found its place, rubbing my clit as she dug her tongue deeper into me. Smooth rubs, almost hypnotizing.

"You can't come yet", she said stopping completely. "Why not ... can't handle it?" She scoffs as she climbed on top of the countertop to join me. "I can clearly handle you, case and point," she said scanning my body.

"Take off your clothes Ellie," it was a commanding tone one I rarely use. "I like my women bossy ya know", finally removing her pants and tank. "You didn't strike me as the type" "What do I seem like?" "I'm not entirely sure I guess we'll just have to see."

Eventually we ended up with Ellie riding my face. my arm hooking her muscular legs in an effort for her not to move. eventually she succumbed to the feeling. "don't move Ellie, please." "shhh just take it mama ... if you make me cum I'll make you scream, I can guarantee it."

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well that was fun

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[littlerosetrove]

If Buck and Tommy get back together (which I really really hope they do) in season 9, it will be simultaneously funny and kinda stupid if anyone in Bucks life puts up even a token protest.

This show is (sometimes allegedly) all about second or even third chances. Buck and Tommy's only issue is just not communicating properly, which is not an insurmountable hurdle to cross. Couples like Bathena, Madney, and Henren have all crossed much bigger hurdles in their relationships, and made things work. Eddie is an outlier in the fact that that man doesn't really know how to have and keep a functioning relationship, so he definitely would have no room to talk.

I'm just hoping that no one even does the "are you sure?" thing because... I can't even remember anyone ever questioning the other couples of "are you sure you can work this thing out?" Has that happened? As well, I just desperately wish the characters would treat Buck as the adult he is and not question and/or dismiss his thoughts and feelings (which happens a little too often). Just as one example, merely a couple weeks after the breakup Buck had people saying "get back out there" and "no, don't contact Tommy." I'm sure they were well meaning or whatever, but it just came across as no one really even supporting Buck during this tough time. It was just people essentially saying move on already and playing keep-away with this phone. Didn't care for that.

I just want full on support of Bucks decision to get back together with Tommy (please please), and no one questioning it in any way.

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can i just say that one thing i love abt the Royal route so far, is how well you managed to subtly portray just how detached from the real world the Royal is. like at the start, reading through your blog, and seeing that the Aide and Pasha both consider MC like a lost little lamb, i didn't fully get it? and then i played the demo and oh my god-

the contrast between specifically how the MC views the servants with that Pasha POV at the end. MC thinks they're all grown up, they even make a parallel between themself and Pasha as "sharing a secret" because they both left the house, but the way that they evolved from those experiences is so contrasting it actually gave me whiplash reading it. the way Pavel became so class conscious, realizing and despising the way he and his family would just take take take and meanwhile the MC doesn't even know who their servants are

it's genuinely fascinating to me. like you were right! the Royal has no fucking idea what it is like to live in the "real world". they're stuck inside a little safety bubble, coddled and pampered and told that they don't need to look outside, its ok, just close your eyes and think happy thoughts

makes me wonder if everyone else in the royal family is the same way, or if the Royal had it especially bad by being so sick all the time, treated like a glass doll from the moment they were born. i also love that their ignorance isn't treated as a synonym to innocence. they know violence, they have intrusive thoughts, they grew up surrounded by tragic stories and violent fairy tales and because of that they think they know how the world works

i don't blame the Aide for treating them like a clueless little puppy, honestly i'd do the same

I'M RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY ROOM!!! IM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED!!!

Just wanted to quickly add in, that they have seen some horrible stuff at times, like in the side story with the Goodbye to Pavel. They are quietly reenacting something they accidentally saw, which is a peasant woman being tramped by Pavel's friend's horse, but they are mostly focusing on the senses of it, not the loss of life. The blood, the sound, the crunch, Pavel's hand over their eyes. I wish I could have added a Pavel pov, because while he'd also think back to the experience, he'd think about making sure the Royal stayed on Thunder as he checked on the peasant, watching her slowly die and quietly asking for her name while she struggled to breath, Feeling the moment she did finally bleed out and realising he had no idea how to help. That man's Guilt is endless and so fun to write about. Looking up and seeing one of his friends entertaining the MC and keeping their eyes off the body, while the other friend bemoaned his horse's hooves, caked in gore and the creature itself being spooked. While he himself doesn't even know who to tell that she died.

But it's so so fun. Because the Royal is morbid, even without meaning to. They are surrounded by violence- they can watch the Aide BATTER a man/woman at the resort, but all they think is that they couldn't get their first kiss and then the Aide can basically go down on them. They know violence, they know death, they have experienced pain, their culture has dark fairy tales, and strange history. Their ignorance is built off of never having to step down into someone else's shoes, even when their childhood companion basically "goes missing" and is hidden below stairs. Out of the two, Pavel knows what happened to them and ngl, that's why he remembers them so well.

ANYWAY! So no one in the family is as class conscious as Pavel. He does view his family as parasites who can take and take. Laszlo and Stas is a bit more aware, at least class wise. Laszlo came from a lower noble house in Magyar and his family skirted the class line from time to time. Luckily he's a gem and of course the Tsarina would want to ride him silly. Stas is only aware because he happened to develop a soft spot for a maid. He is curious about her, all things, and so does find out about her life, especially as a Serf. It does upset him, and since bringing her up in life to a Kept Lover, he tries not to think of it too much, given that "she doesn't have to go back there".

It's not that Albina and Abraim aren't aware, they just don't care. Good luck as a Servant with them btw.

The Royal and Tatsiana are... mirrors of each other. Aren't innocent but are ignorant. Focused on other things mostly. Aksana does somewhat know, but deem to give it attention, the world outside of her own. But she is more aware of disabilities, than the rest of the family. The self inflicted pain and hunger she does, but also her fiance. The way he was mocked in fact drew her to him at first, before deciding she wanted him the most. Inga and Kissy seem oblivious, but Inga does see more than she says.

And yes, The Aide does just pat them on the head, knowing they will never see or know as much as The Aide has.