#that at some point. maybe he is intriguing in his own home and body.

[milimeters-morales]

can i get Miles G with a fucked up sense of his own mortality pretty please :3 and some concerning views on his relationships with people and religious imagery in there with how he is the sacrificial lamb and the person killing it and the witnesses and the better good they all crave :3 and then don’t make him say it or even think it often just in the shower and when he’s trying to sleep pretty please with a cherry on top :3

[yandere-sins]

can you do a male siren with a reader who loves the ocean and spends as much time as she’s able to there? maybe she’s at the beach for a week long vacation and manages to catch his eye and then she mentions in passing that she’s sad to leave the beach and go back to work and it makes him upset so he just takes her?

oh, and if it’s not too much, could you make the siren a softer, more worshippy/delusional yandere?

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! ^-^

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content, Mermaids/Siren, Mentioning of sharp teeth/claws

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Your time with him was magical.

Not a surprise, considering he was a creature straight out of a fairy tale, and you were the human he chose to spend his time with, making it a fantasy romance. Everything felt unreal when you were with him, but you preferred to call it magical.

In the deep violet of his eyes swirled waves of adoration, unfiltered and untainted by doubts or worries. Time was of no concern to him, and he spent his days as he pleased with no responsibilities nagging or occupying him. There was no societal norm he had to conform to, nothing but his own self-preservation to care for. If he was hungry, he hunted. If he wanted to lounge in the sun, he'd find a nice ledge. And if he wanted to play, he found an activity he enjoyed.

He was different. And as much as you wished you were too, you'd never be like him.

Frankly, because you couldn't live most of your life underwater. Next to him, you felt like you could barely swim even though you spent all your childhood by the ocean. It's why the sight of such a strange creature only mildly concerned you, intriguing you even more. Coming home after living in the city for way too long, you felt like this encounter might have been destiny. As if to remind you where you truly belonged—by the ocean.

But your responsibilities were already clawing at your back, whispering in your ear that tomorrow, you'd be gone and forget about this strange but positive encounter. Tomorrow, you'd return to the dull life of your 9-5, yearning for the ocean you couldn't afford to live closer to. Reaching out your hand, you intended to push some strands of hair that had fallen into your unusual friend's face behind his pointed ears, but he caught it before you could smooth the strands back, nuzzling his face into your palm. It wouldn't fit even if he tried to put all of him in this little palm of yours, offering himself on a silver plate (or, well, your hand). He'd been a creature of no words, but the grandness of gestures came to him easily.

He had no reservations about rubbing his face against you, purring as he pushed it into the crook of your neck, listening to your heartbeat before putting his head in your lap when you let your feet dangle over the edge of the stone you sat on. When you two went out for a dive before, he'd swim up beneath you, lifting you back to the surface and letting you rest on his chest as you two floated through the water, his arms embracing you so you wouldn't slip off. And the night you spent camping out... it had been unforgettable. You couldn't forget the fervent kisses pecked all over your body, burned forever in your mind. The way he held you as he made love to you like no one ever would. His hands enveloped you, explored, and his tongue followed, making you feel as if his desire for you swallowed you whole, pushing you to unknown heights before he pulled you into the cool waters with him, his body warmed for once by yours as he held you, floated with you until you fell asleep in the warm summer night.

It was like the ocean itself loved you, and you trusted him.

A bit too much, even.

You had no way of knowing his intentions. Of understanding what was truly going on behind his violet eyes. Did he even understand you at all? You had been pouring your heart out to him for days, spilling all your secrets, desires, and fears. This week passed you by in the blink of an eye as you spent way more time out here with him than with your family at home. Even if he didn't understand a word you'd been saying, you already knew you'd miss him and the ways he could comfort you without so much of knowing what was going on.

"I'll leave tomorrow," you muttered softly, his closed eyes shooting open at the sound of your voice. His gaze was monopolizing, drawing you in, unable to look away. These violet eyes would haunt you in your dreams and nightmares, that much you knew. Living with him was impossible. Living without him just as much.

Letting out a small chirp, you put on a smile for him, knowing that latest when you wouldn't return here, to the hidden ledge you found, he'd come to understand. You had to be strong for both of you. Show him that it was okay. That you'd be okay. If he cared for you, it would help him let you go. Your life wasn't all bad, but it were times like these when you dreaded having taken a job so far away from home. One where you'd earn money to support yourself and your family but be lonely all the same with no friends or lovers or strange creatures that embodied more of both of them than anyone had ever before to keep you company. 

But he was smarter than that. He could see right through you and read your emotions like a book. You wondered briefly how he learned to be so perceptive of humans. Still, when he pushed himself out of the water, his face just inches from you, you closed your eyes, banishing all these thoughts in favor of his kiss. It was crazy to think how scared you had been of his sharp teeth when his lips were so soft and plush, gently pressing against yours before allowing his tongue to dip out. He tested the waters, nudging your lips as he asked for entrance quietly, and you let him in for a taste that left you breathless.

You wondered what you tasted like for him because all that flooded your senses was sweet and alluring, his saliva not one bit salty or fishy as one might expect. When he allowed you to take a deep breath, your whole body relaxed, his arms supporting you as he laid you down on the stone, his lips wandering from yours down your throat, tongue lapping at your skin around your shoulder, kisses being planted on your collarbones.

Was it wrong to indulge? You wondered, tensing up briefly before feeling his hands slip beneath your shirt. They were still cold to the touch, but soon, as he pushed them higher to your breasts, they warmed up. After the night you shared, you knew you didn't need to wear clothes. Nudity was not something he cared for unless you two were getting frisky, and he welcomed it then. Still, he let out an approving chortle, the sound vibrating from his mouth against your skin as he found you bare beneath your shirt, not bothering to wear a swimsuit as if you had anticipated this. Maybe you had. Hoped, at least, so there would be one more memory of him to take back with you.

His touch was gentle. Kind. But the friction of his different skin texture and the webs between his fingers made you arch your back just as much. You could already feel the sticky wetness between your legs that had emerged right after the intense kiss, clearly discernable from the water that dripped from his body. The scales on his tail rubbed deliciously against your inner thighs and pussy, and you wrapped your legs around him, seducing him to move even more.

You helped him get you out of your shirt, his sharp teeth coming dangerously close to your nips as he breathed against them. These thrills of dangers seemed to only arouse you more, your nipples hard against his prodding fingers, the claws on the tips of his hands pressing moan-enticingly against your tits, dragging over your skin with careful, deliberate confidence that he wouldn't break it.

Leaving a trail of kisses down your body, you were nearly about to climax just from that. But stubborn as you were, you didn't want it to end yet. You wanted this moment to go on forever and ever, if possible, so you drew out your own pleasure even though you were gasping and trembling. Slipping below, you felt your merman's hands grip the pitiful shorts you wore, pulling them down with him. You didn't care if he discarded them or put them to the side in that moment; the shame of having to go home butt-naked was something that didn't cross your mind.

All you could think of was his hands on your legs, spreading them wide open to fit his head and body as he plunged forward. There were a few tender kisses to be left on your inner thighs, the thrill of his teeth grazing over your skin before he directed his attention towards the main attractions. You couldn't help but sink your hands into his soft, slick hair as he pushed his whole face against your cunt, your legs wrapping around his head as you felt the deep inhale he took, making his back rise and fall. He did it three times, reveling in your smell as if you were a body of water he wanted to drown in. Then, his tongue couldn't hold back.

Had you not been so busy with your own pleasure exploding all over his eager muscle, you would have been able to watch the mesmerizing show of jittery fins erecting and splashing in the water. Gills that opened to the fullest as your taste spread in his mouth, his eyelids that fluttered in awe. All you did perceive was the guttural groan vibrating against your cunt, shaking all throughout you from the tip of his tongue slipped inside. It was the one thing that reminded you of his otherworldliness, his voice making your body quiver as you became a puddle in his hands.

You came undone with no time to warn, only a gasp and moan, fingernails scratching over his scalp while he held your legs tightly closed around him, the sounds of slurping and satisfied chortles coming from your core. Every sound he made was like a punch to your pleasure, squeezing every last bit of it out of hiding again, even after you came. His tongue was a winding, desperate, but eager pleaser, surprising you every time again that it sunk in with just how far it could reach and how much wider it spread you the deeper it got. The tingle of its tip as it lapped at all the sensitive spots you liked having caressed so much was nothing compared to the fullness of your entrance, blocking any fluids from leaking past him.

When you got close again, you managed to lift your upper body, looking down at your strange lover. His gaze rose to meet yours, lips parting to reveal your soaking cunt in between his smile. You knew if you let him, he'd live down there, drunk on your juices. Even so, he slipped his hands higher, gripping you by the waist to support your lower back as he plunged his thick tongue as deep as possible into you, sending you over the edge with no warning.

Though it felt like falling, you knew he held you. He ensured no harm would come to you until your shaking and moans subsided, and he helped you lie back down.

"I'll miss you," you whispered, drunk on pleasure, as he came to hover over you. Kissing him felt so right, especially after the incredible orgasms you just had. Your merman reciprocated eagerly with no hesitation, the sounds of your lips even drowning out the crashing of waves around you. "I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you here forever."

"Then don't," he suddenly said, and your body tensed, hearing his voice for the first time. Or not. You weren't sure if you even heard it. You barely saw his lips move, the sound echoing in your brain. Alerts went off in your body as you found your mind unable to focus on anything else but the words spoken, even your breathing stopping briefly while you could not think.

"No... No, I can't... I have to go back. I have to..."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. You can stay here with me. We can always be together. Forever."

Rolling to your side, your body convulsed as his voice penetrated your brain. Every inch of you prickled like it was stung by little needles, but your head was off the worst. Pushing the voice aside was nearly impossible, its echo even stronger than when he spoke to you initially. Even with your hands clasped over your ears, you couldn't make it stop repeating itself, over and over.

You were human. You knew you could never live like him. People were counting on you, responsibilities waiting. You were neither spontaneous nor crazy enough to just throw it away and live out there, surviving... how? You two could never live in the same environment together. It was a bad idea. A baaad idea--

"I know a place where we can be together. I will bring you there. I will decorate it, feed you, and be with you. You'll never lack anything, be it protection or pleasure. It'll be home. We will be family. I will watch over you as your belly swells with my seed, and you will play with our children. You'll never be sad again. Never worry. I promise. It'll be what you always wanted. You told me you wanted to find peace. You shall have it. I make you happy. I love you. You love me. You won't leave me. Never."

Every word felt like another needle being shoved into your brain. It was excruciatingly painful. All you wanted was for him to stop, but at the same time... The longer he forced you to listen, the more you enjoyed the feeling. The shivers it sent down your spine and the pain that made you forget all reason. You didn't even notice how your body grew limb, drool dripping from your lips while tears ran down your cheeks.

All thoughts circled around what he said, and strangely enough, it began to sound very convincing. He did make you happy. You did love him... somehow. You'd never leave him. Why would you? Where would you go other than to be by his side? You wanted to go to this place he spoke of. Have him feed you and decorate your home for you. You wanted to bear his children, be a family with him. Love him. Be loved by him. Have him lick your cunt every night and make you forget. Forget... what? Everything. Everything unless it was him.

"Let's go," he purred, picking you up from the stone ledge and resting you against his chest. "Let's go home."

"Yes," you blubbered, your head falling back as he licked the fluids off your face, your mouth wide open and awaiting his tongue to slip inside, which he did even before the wet around you two could touch you. Keeping your tongue down, he placed his over yours as the ocean enveloped you, his gills flaring wide, air flowing into your mouth to breathe. You two sank further and further, too far for you to see or hear. But his skin against yours remained warm, his embrace tight, his kiss supporting you below the ocean's surface. And as the powerful strokes of his tail carried you two far, far away from the life you had known, from everything that was important to you, all you tasted was the sweetness of his kiss. All while more words echoed in your head, his voice repeating them over and over while his eyes stayed fixed on you, the violet swirls hypnotizing you.

I love you. Mine. Forever. Mate. All mine. I love you so much. 

[petersbaby]

Thoughts - perv/bestfriend!eddie x perv!reader

Warnings: female masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), smut, daddy usage

A bit of a short one >:)

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You had gotten to a point in your friendship with Eddie that you didn’t need to formally knock on doors, you kinda just walk in. This might seem rude to some, but it’s just your dynamic. You’re comfortable, you trust him, you have no reason not to. Today, however, this system did not work to your advantage.

It’s a Wednesday after school, you came home and did your routine. Shower, eat, homework, listen to music. Except this time, you didn’t get quite past the shower part.

You had stood in the hot water, letting it run all over you, purposefully trying to push back thoughts of Eddie that would sneak their way into your mind. Sometimes you’d indulge in them, it was your guilty pleasure.

Thinking of him in a way that you shouldn’t, imagining what he would feel like to fuck. The thoughts won in the end and you shut off the shower quickly, throwing on some clothes and going to your room.

You threw yourself onto your bed, laying back and letting your dominant hand find it’s way between your legs. That hand dips into your pajama shorts, beneath your panties, and it’s fingers started to rub lazily over your clit.

You let out a deep breath, relaxing into your own touch. It quickly became not enough, frustrating, and you reached to open your bedside table drawer. From within it, you find your toy- a dildo, not too big, but not small.

It works, no need to change what works. You push your bottom layers off of you and down your legs, spreading them. You spit in your hand and stroke the toy with that hand- just in case you weren’t wet enough- but you were. Desperately wet.

It slid right in, and your head falls back, eyes squeezing shut. You go back to those thoughts, those thoughts about Eddie. You got lost in those thoughts, too far gone. Before you knew it, you were feverishly chasing a high with one thing on your mind.

“Eddie, please.” You breathe, plunging the dildo in and out of your hole, wet sounds and your moans filling the air. You had no idea he had come into your house. He walked straight to your bedroom door, knowing where it is, to tell you about something.

About what, he forgets, when he pushes it open. He watches for longer than he should’ve, it was admittedly creepy but he had been thinking about this for a long period of time. It was all unfolding, right in front of him.

Eventually it became enough, too much.

“….hey, y/n..”

Your eyes shoot open, looking over at your doorway where your very pretty friend was standing. You quickly and instantly stopped, pulling the covers up over your body as your cheeks burned.

“For me?” He asks casually, sitting down on your bed beside you. He looks at the toy in your hand, you’re frozen.

“No no no no, fuck, no no no.”

“This thing is nowhere near the right size, but I appreciate the thought.”

You throw it across the room for some reason, it felt like the best thing to do, and cover your face with your hands.

“Get out, Eddie. Get out, get out, get out.” You mumble, annoyed that he was being… well, what was he being? He didn’t sound mad or mean, he didn’t sound disgusted. He sounded maybe intrigued, with a little bit of his classic cockiness added in.

He’s honestly nervous, heart pounding in his chest, but can’t fumble this opportunity. He kept his cool the best he could despite the fact he got a boner the second he heard you moaning his name.

“Wha- you can’t kick me out, I just got here.” He says defensively.

“Just kill me��� you groan from behind your hands. This was embarrassing, and embarrassing was an understatement. Mortifying.

He places a hand on your knee.

“I’ll leave if you really want me to, but it doesn’t have to be weird. If what I just heard was real and I wasn’t hallucinating, I do the same shit.”

“What??”

“Think about you. When I- yeah. I think about you too.”

“Really?” You start to show your face again, peeking through your fingers.

“Yes, really, so it’s not weird. Just- fuck, Jesus fucking Christ. That was so hot.”

“Stop it.” You start to blush all over again. What was happening?

“No, I’m serious. You don’t believe me?”

“No.” You say, shaking your head. There’s no way he found that appealing, finding your best friend being a perv and pretending they’re feeling you instead of a toy.

“Give me your hand.”

You reluctantly do so, offering it to him, and he pulls it more towards him. He ultimately places it on his crotch, so you could feel just what you did to him. It caught you off guard, shocking you initially.

“Oh.” You automatically say out loud. You don’t remove your hand, though, you let your touch linger and really feel more of him. You couldn’t see it but just by the outline, it was big and you knew it. You were enamored, just running your fingers along it.

“You… you like that?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna uh, feel it better?” He asks hesitantly, but still really needing some relief from the tight constraints of his black denim jeans.

“Yes, please.” You reply, quietly.

“Jesus Christ. Okay, hold on.”

He unbuckles his belt, then makes quick work of his button and zipper. He pushes his jeans down his thighs, pausing.

“You can just take them off. If you want.” You assure him, and he’s glad. He kicks off his shoes and removes the pants from his body, sitting back and resting on his hands.

You look back down, a big tent in his loose plaid boxers present and prominent. Your hand returns, taking a hold of it through the fabric and squeezing gently, making him groan.

Soon enough, you trace your fingers on the waistband, waiting for permission. You really wanted, no, needed to see it. You’ve gotten this far, theres really no going back now. He takes his underwear off and tosses it with his pants, feeling a little weird about the situation but still really excited.

He was worried that maybe that would show through too much. He felt such a big need to act cool in front of you, and never really thought about the fact that that’s because he likes you. You wanted him too, he thought, there’s no way you didn’t.

He had thought that maybe once he led you to touch his cock that you’d shy away, be weirded out by it, but you embraced it. You kept fucking touching it, and now it was out, right in front of you. You practically drooled at the sight.

You get the urge and you have to do it, you have to take it into your mouth. You shifted, facing him and bending over slightly to reach the level of his cock. You eagerly lick it, right up the bottom side, and his hand immediately finds your hair. He grips it in his hand, pulling slightly.

“Holy shit.” He gasps.

You pull away.

“No?” You ask, confused on if he wanted the same thing you wanted.

“No, yeah. I mean, yes.” He stutters, trying to say the right words. “You just caught me off guard, sweetheart. If you want to, go ahead. Please.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You return to giving his cock some oral attention, licking the underside again and then taking just the tip pasts your lips. You lick the head, sucking on it gently, swirling your tongue around it. His hold on your hair tightens and you moan from the sting of it.

You let your mouth completely relax, taking more in inch by inch.

“Oh, shit, holy shit. Mouth is so good, baby.”

You think for a moment about these sudden pet names, wondering what your friendship would be like after this was over, or if you’d even still be friends. You pushed the thought to the side for later, because you wanted this so bad that it didn’t really matter, nothing really mattered.

You finally take him all the way, tip hitting the back of your throat, and he groans loudly. You set a pace, bobbing your head up and down on his hard cock and hollowing out your cheeks, sucking hard. After a bit of this, he stops you, though. He pulls up on your hair to guide you off. You look at him with big, dumb eyes and shiny lips wet with saliva and slightly puffy.

“I’m gonna cum, like, really soon if you keep that up.” He explains.

“You don’t want to cum?” You ask, tilting your head.

“God, I do. But I want to give it to you. The real thing, you know? This is about you more than it is me. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“You wanna fuck me?” You ask.

“Do you… want me to fuck you?” He asks back, curiously, trying his best not to overstep and suggest something you’re uncomfortable with.

“Yes, please.”

The fucking manners, they get him every time, make him weak. You’re too goddamn sweet for your own good.

He takes your answer and climbs on top of you, unsure of if he should kiss you or not.

“Fuck it, go ahead.” You breathe out, and your lips connect. Almost like you read his mind.

It felt so right. Maybe the best thing you’ve ever done. His lips were soft, pressing against yours delicately.

“Shit, I can’t believe this is happening.” He comments out loud, now lining himself up with your entrance but first running his cock through your folds.

“Soaking fucking wet. Shit.” He repeats.

“I want it so bad, need to feel you inside me.” You practically beg him, even though it’s only been a mere few seconds.

He obliges, pushing his cock into you.

“Ohhh, my god, Eddie. Oh, god, Eddie.”

You moan as he fills you up and stretches you around his cock. You sound just like you did when you were only imagining this, but even better, he thought. Your filthy dreams were coming true, for both of you.

You clasp your hands around the back of his neck to pull him down, back down to your lips.

He bottoms out inside of you, cock buried deep in your cunt. You breathe quickly, panting against his lips while you fully take him in. So much bigger than your stupid dildo, he was right. It stung but in such a good, intoxicating way.

“Good?” He checks in.

“So good, daddy. God, it’s so good.”

You don’t think twice about it, waiting for him to start moving, but see that he looks as though he’s buffering.

He had to be imagining things. What you just said, that could not have really slipped from your mouth so easily. It did, though.

“I like that, shit, please keep calling me that.”

He recollects himself and starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before slowly sinking back in. He repeats this a few times, then soon starts really thrusting at a steady pace.

Your moans were so sweet, they filled the air like a pretty melody and he soaked in them. So sweet, and so frequent.

Every single time he sank into you, you’d mewl for him, throwing in a few stray “daddy”s here and there. You were killing him. Actively fucking killing him. He had no idea that there was this side to you, and just how dirty it was.

He gradually increased his speed and force, eventually ending up pounding you into your mattress.

“Oh, my god, Eddie. Mmmh, oh my god.” You whine out, trying to catch your breath and collect yourself better but failing.

“Yeah?” He asks cockily with a smirk.

“Gonna cum.” You pant, just taking it while he ruthlessly fucks you.

“Good, good. Let me feel it.”

“Oh- mmm, my god, ah”

You throw your head back into the pillows, squeezing his cock and practically sucking him in. Your body shakes as you cum, and you continually chant his name.

Your body tenses up and then fully relaxes under him, and you open your eyes to look at him. He’s determined, flustered. He’s chasing his release too, one he needed so bad.

He slams into you for a few last times before stopping abruptly, cumming inside you. He had fulfilled your need and now was finally enjoying filling his own. When he comes down from his orgasm, he starts to look panicked.

“Oh, shit. Shit. Uh, shit.” He starts to ramble like an idiot, stressed out about possibly giving you a baby by accident.

“Chill. I take birth control.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and you giggle.

He collapses on your bed next to you, and you both just take in the moment, along with all the things that led up to this moment.

After a while, he breaks the silence.

“You know, just so you know… we don’t have to like, date or anything.”

“Okay.” You respond, simply.

“So….”

“Friends. With benefits. Assuming you wanna do that again, because I really wanna do that again.”

“Deal. I really do too.” He laughs.

[auteurdelabre]

I don’t know if you take requests but I love your writing and I’m dying for a slow burn in post outbreak Jackson. Joel and fem reader strangers to friends to eventual lovers. Reader is in love with Joel from the beginning and is like him strong silent type but with a heart of gold. Lots of pinning and then a surprise when it turns out Joel pines for her too and Tommy and Ellie know that he loves her. Maybe some jealousy thrown in before soft dom Joel to sub reader smut. Then a snippet of them together after confession of love so you can hear what other towns folk think about them. Anyway, if you don’t take asks that’s totally cool and I look forward to reading whatever you write! :)

EDIT: I DID THE DAMN THING.

rating: 18+

words: 4.1k

a/n: I hope you like this @ashleyfilm.

Joel’s Eyes

The autumn chill of Jackson City winds around the sleepy hamlet nestled snugly within the Wyoming landscape.  The open window allows a breeze to ruffle the blankets on the end of the bed, your body moving rhythmically over his. He holds you by the hips, fingertips dimpling your flesh as you ride him; thighs spread wide and whimpers falling like snow over his body. His dark eyes stay fixed on you, his smile gentle as he encourages you to keep going.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “You keep goin’, baby. Just like that.”

It’s been three years since Joel and Ellie arrived and set up their permanent home. A snug rancher with a garage for Ellie to convert to her teenage heart’s content.  Three years since his lie to her that still sat somewhere wedged behind his sternum, but a lie he could ignore over drinks at the Tipsy Bison or hours spent carving in his shed out back.

It’s been eleven months since you arrived with your brother and his husband to Jackson. Living in the Denver QZ was nothing compared to the wide-open spaces of Wyoming. The food was plentiful, the community kind and warm.

Your brother Anthony gripped Hank’s hand a little tighter as they were shown one of the available houses on Magnolia Street. A sweet little spot with two bedrooms and bright windows. Maria and Tommy mentioned that there was another space for you as well if you wanted to look at it, a one bedroom one street over. You’d been thrown at the concept, having lived with your brother your entire life.

You didn’t want that to change. You didn’t trust the bright endless sky above you. Didn’t trust the neighbors that smiled without sharp fangs. It didn’t  feel quite real to ask for bread and not have to give a part of yourself in return. You were wary of everything.

The first night you watched the moon rise from the window of your very own bedroom with its soft bedding and firm pillows. Despite the comfort of your surroundings there was an ache, a loneliness you couldn’t understand.

You were out of the house most days, feeling like a burden to your brother and his endlessly patient husband. It made you seek out Maria and ask where you could volunteer your time in a quiet voice. You needed to give back to this place that gave you plentiful nutritious food and a warm bed.

She’d been eager to show you the different spots in town; the kitchen, the old church, the textile room, the library. You wanted to see everything, barely speaking, and all big eyes on the landmarks she pointed out with Tommy’s hand in hers.

“These are the stables,” she told you as you ambled after them. “They get taken care of by those that do the patrols.”

You nodded as you glanced around the large space, eyes falling on the different colored horses inside. Many were leaning over the wooden gates, eager at the new faces and hoping for a treat. One with a diamond pattern on its forehead intrigued you into reaching a hand out to pet it.  It huffed warm air along your bare palm, its whiskers scouring lifelines for a nibble.  A husky voice accompanied shuffled boots in your direction.

“New patrolee?”

“Nah just showing her around,” Tommy’s voice replied.

You glanced over your shoulder to see a broad-shouldered man with warm but serious eyes and dark curls threaded with grey that fell just below his ears. The minute you saw him it was like Cupid himself came down to spear you brutally between the ribs. A sharp sting that sent you backwards a step, the breath knocked out of you.

A sensation wholly new to you overtook your body. The nerves that had been choking you suddenly dissipated, leaving you warm and strangely calm.

Joel gave you a sharp nod before heading into a pen marked “Glimmer”. Your eyes stayed on his frame until he receded from view. The mere sight of his soulful eyes had made your breathing come out in tiny huffs that gave Maria an amused pause.

“That’s Joel,” she offered casually, though her glance to Tommy was anything but. “His brother.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t offer more than that.

But you did come back to the stables the next day and the day after that. You brought in feed and mucked out stalls. You did this all with the same solemnity that was in your nature. You met new people but rarely offered your smile to them. You didn’t trust that it would be accepted or handled with care.  

But there was no Joel.

It wasn’t until you’d been doing it a week that you saw him again. He was guiding Glimmer into her pen and he looked exhausted. You had always kept to yourself out of the way, but something about Joel’s presence carried your feet in his direction. It made you hover near the pens and hold out your hand for the reins.

“I’ll take her,” you offered quietly.

 Joel moved by you, his eyes not casting in your direction, his attention all on the horse. Immediately you felt the sour sting of public humiliation. A teen girl had entered the space after Joel and she saw the altercation.

“Don’t be upset,” she said. “He’s like that with everyone after patrols. He’s just tired.”

“Thanks,” you muttered, cheeks still warm.

“I’m Ellie,” the girl said, brushing a hand down the horse’s ribs with a playful tilt of her lips. “Who the fuck are you?”

Ellie was funny and warm and she was Joel’s daughter. She told you bits and pieces of their past and you didn’t push for more. You were quiet and thoughtful and Ellie told her you reminded her of Joel. This though amused and then delighted you, stuck on the idea of some invisible connection between you and the taciturn man.

You didn’t know why you felt drawn to him, you simply did. Not for the protection he could bring, not because every woman in town seemed besotted with him, not because he was handsome. But because from that first day there had been something in his eyes that called to you and that you desperately wanted to answer. A feeling of peace that you hadn’t felt in years. Safety.

When you passed him in town you thought you saw a lingering glance in your direction, but you knew that it was an idea nursed in delusion. This was a one-sided affection but you didn’t mind. After years of bad relationships in the QZ and the terror of travelling, having a harmless crush felt fun. A concept that was foreign and yet welcomed.

So you watched Joel Miller from behind the pens when he brought Glimmer in after patrols. You watched him when he and Ellie ate in the dining hall together, Ellie cracking jokes while one corner of Joel’s pouty mouth curled into a smirk. You watched him help building the new homes in town and if your eyes connected it was always you who looked away first with your pulse spiking.

It was three months before you spoke to Joel again, this time a simple “excuse me” when you bumped into him at one of the movie nights. The film had ended and you’d been making your way through the crowd before he stopped suddenly in front of you. Your hands flew to his chest, warm and taut under your fingers. He responded with a soft grunt, hands coming to grip your elbows. His touch was fleeting before he was nodding and shifting past you into the crowd while your heart hammered in your ribcage.

It was five months before he spoke a full sentence to you. “Can you put her away?” in response to Glimmer. You’d nodded, still not trusting yourself to speak in his presence after the first interaction. When his fingers brushed yours to pass you the reins you felt it tingle through your entire body. You couldn’t look in his face, convinced he would see the way your pupils had turned heart-shaped because how could they not have done so?

You tried to find reasons to bring up Joel in conversation with your brother and Hank, desperate to learn more about him from someone other than Ellie. Did they know Joel Miller? Neither of them did. Anthony let a small smirk cross his features when you asked, but it was Hank that answered. 

“Don’t run in the same circles,” Hank shrugged.  “I hear he’s tough though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, good with a gun too.”

“Hmmm.”

That night you waited until the rest of the house was asleep before thrusting your fingers between your thighs. You brought yourself to a muffled yet toe-curling orgasm at the image of Joel, gun raised, protecting you.

It was six months of living in Jackson before Ellie had Joel’s hand in hers, dragging him over to where you sat eating breakfast in the dining hall alone. You’d been trying to covertly watch Joel while eating your pancakes and the ever receptive Ellie had obviously had enough.

“I thought it was time you two actually talked,” she said with an eye roll before stomping off. You felt your cheeks heating up, convinced that now everyone could see your obvious feelings for her Dad. Joel looked equally thrown, his eyes going everywhere but yours. Finally he cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“I’m Joel.”

“I know.”

You winced at both the breathy tone and the blunt of your reply. You introduced yourself, swallowing when Joel’s lips curled into a small smirk, his eyes finally landing on yours.

“I know.”

Then he’d walked off, sauntering away back to his table and your clamped your thighs together tightly under the table. He knew your name? You immediately inflated at the thought that he’d asked around about you before remembering that Ellie had probably told him. She was one of the few people you interacted with here in Jackson. Keeping to yourself felt safer.  But being in Joel’s eye line felt safest.

It was eight months when Joel sat next to you at the bar top of the Tipsy Bison. You had a bottle of something sickly sweet and potent in your grip. It was your third of that evening and you had moved from pleasant buzz all the way into the beginning stages of drunkenness.

Earlier that night Anthony and Hank had looked at you across the dining table with painted on smiles.

“Maria was saying that they’ve done a lot of building. You could probably get your own place if you wanted,” Anthony said it kindly, not insisting one way or the other. Hank smiled warmly over the dining table, but you saw the hope there in his eyes. A home for just them and you wanted to give them that. They deserved it.

You’d nodded emphatically, telling them of course and that the idea excited you when in truth the concept terrified you. Being alone all the time? You knew you were safe within this haven of a town, but there were still the nightmares.

But in that fear there was a thrill of the unknown. Of having a place to call your own. But who to share it with? You’d had the built in company of your brother and Hank. You knew next to no one in this town. No one made you feel safe except for the man you barely spoke to.

Your conversation with them drove you to the Bison, needing a distraction from your distress. When you glanced up to see Joel Miller sliding into the barstool beside you it had taken all your drunken self control not to confess that his eyes were the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Dark brown, like warm molasses that you desperately wished would drip over you.

He ordered a whiskey, hands folded on the gleaming wood of the bar. He tilted his face in your direction as he waited to be served, a light smile on his lips as he spied the three empty bottles in front of you.

“You doin’ okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded at your sweating bottle, fingertip tracing over the trail of a fallen droplet. 

“Don’t see you around the stables much anymore.”

This surprised you, having assumed that Joel didn’t notice you one way or another. Up this close you could see the freckles on his neck, could smell the wood from his carvings (thanks Ellie for that info), and whatever scent made him uniquely Joel in your olfactory opinion.

“They moved me to kitchen duty.”

“Oh.”

He brought his drink to his lips and full of liquid courage a thought bubbled forth and turned into a question thrown at his feet.

“Why’d you ignore me the first time I talked to you, Joel?”

Joel’s brow quirked at that, not seeing the connection from one conversation topic to the next. Your cheeks burned at the memory of him walking by you, not even sparing a glance. Joel turned his broad body towards you, hand dangerously close to yours resting atop the wood bar top.

 “When was that?”

“That first day in the stables. I said I’d put Glimmer in the pen.”

Joel looked thoughtfully into middle distance, brows drawn.

“I didn’t even know you said anything. You talk so damn quiet.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t mind it,” Joel told you quickly, his body twisting away as he continued drinking. “Everyone else is so loud around here.”

As it to emphasize such a statement a loud braying group of men guffawed over cards. You and Joel exchanged an amused look before going back to your respective drinks. The secret moment made you feel warm.  

You’d excused yourself quickly after that, tilting the remaining dregs of your beer into your mouth and then stumbling out of the bar. You’d just stepped out the door preparing for your journey home when you spotted Anthony looking harried.

“I was looking for you everywhere,” he said with concern, jogging over to you. “Since when do you get drunk?”

“Decided to try it out,” you slurred, a sloppy grin bleeding across your face. “I like it.”

Anthony laughed before slipping an arm around your waist. You leaned into him, breathing in the crisp night air deeply as you two stumbled towards home.

“Why’re you here, Tony?”

 “You left so quickly earlier,” Anthony replied in a soft murmur, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “I just need you to know that there’s no rush about the m-“

“Get your hands off her.”

You’d both turned, startled by the snarled shout coming from behind you.  Your bleary eyes took in Joel’s hand whipping out in front of him, gripping Anthony’s sweatshirt in his hand and hauling him away from you. With a drunken slur you tried to catch his attention, but Joel had already pressed Anthony up against the wood side of the building.

“Joel!” you shouted. “What’re-“

“She’s drunk,” Joel barked into Anthony’s face. “And you’re here tryin’ to make a move?”

“No!” Anthony shouted eyes wide with terror.

“You don’t get to touch her,” Joel growled and for the first time since you arrival you saw the ruthless killer people whispered about in his wake.

Anthony was up close to see the narrowing of Joel’s eyes, the baring of his teeth and he could only grip Joel’s wrist in supplication.

“She’s my sister!”

Joel’s gaze widened and then darted over his shoulder to yours for confirmation. All you could do was nod miserably as you watched Joel lower your brother to the ground as if he weighed nothing.

Before you could say anything to either party Joel had mumbled an apology and taken off into the night, his long legs slicing through the air.  You expect Anthony to be furious or at least scared, but as he brushes down his sweater he’s smiling at you.

“What?”

“So that’s Joel.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged with embarrassment. Anthony was almost laughing.

“He likes you.”

Your head rose abruptly from where you’d had it hung over your sternum. “He doesn’t.”

“He does. He was all protective of you.”

“He doesn’t,” you insist unsteadily even though everything in your body is coming alive at the idea. “That’s just Joel, I think.”

But Anthony doesn’t let up. He teases you mercilessly about it for two weeks. Two weeks in which you have replayed that moment over and over in the confines of your bedroom. You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to touch her.

And at the end of two weeks and no sign of Joel you found his address from Ellie and marched to his house.

You give a sharp rap on the door, shocked when it flies open and a grumpy looking Joel takes up the entire doorframe. He looks like he’s been recently awoken and it makes your core twitch. Seeing Joel all sleepy and soft makes you want to curl into him.

“Hi Joel.”

His sweet molasses eyes land on you, widening in surprise. The irritation there flees immediately and is replaced with gentle surprise.

 “How do you know where I live?” Joel asks in a quiet rasp with his brows knitting together.

“Ellie.”

You’ve never been a loud talker and now with Joel’s beautiful face in front of you, this moment is no exception. Joel leans forward a fraction, ear tilted towards you.

“Wassat?”

"Ellie."

"Oh, a' course."

He gives a breathless chuckle as his dark eyes scan over your shoulder, surveying the neighborhood to see if you're alone. He rocks back on his heels, reminding you of a chastised child. 

"Look, I'm real sorry about what happened with your brother," he says and observing the way he's bracing himself you think he assumes you're here to dress him down. The thought takes you by surprise before amusing you. 

"Why did you?"

Joel stares at you a beat, acutely surprised by your sudden confidence.

"Was worried he was a stranger," Joel finally mutters. "And I didn't like some strange guy touchin' you."

You're shocked to see pink rising to his tanned cheeks. It makes you feel bolder; it makes you take a step towards Joel on his porch. It makes you speak a little louder, a little bolder.

"Why?"

His gaze drags from the ground, taking its time to travel from your feet to your eyes.

"You mean it ain't obvious?" He exhales slowly, looking defeated. “Cuz… your mine.”

You feel as your body jerks to life at this simple statement. The possessiveness in his tone, the desire, the hope all mixing into one incredibly potent cocktail.

“I mean, I want you to be mine,” he amends quickly, licking his dried lips nervously.

You can't help reach out a hand to touch his chest, palm flat. You feel his heartbeat there, fluttering like a trapped bird in a strong cage. Joel swallows, his gaze going from your hand back to your searching eyes on his. 

"I didn't know you liked me," you say in a hush to his sternum. "I didn't-"

"The day you got here," Joel confesses in haste. "The second I saw you...Somethin' just... clicked."

Your heart sings, making your pupils grow large in your eyes as you stare up at Joel. His large hand cups your cheek, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. You hold in a shiver as his eyes shutter.

"Haven't been able to get you outta my head since then."

"I felt it too," you say quickly, your hand sliding up to his shoulder as you step closer to him. "The moment I saw your eyes."

Those very eyes dart back and forth between your own, looking for guile, looking for deception.  When they find none, they shine again with that sweet warm cinnamon color gazing back at you.

"I'm not a good person,” he says in a voice that sounds tired and broken. A voice of regret and life lived. His warm hand drops from your cheek and he takes a step backwards into his house, away from your touch. “I've done a lot of terrible shit.”

You grip his hand in yours, guiding it back until it cups your cheek again. He allows this, even welcomes it. He stands watching as you nuzzle into his palm, eyes closing as you bask in the warmth of his touch.  Joel feels his feet stepping forward again, drawing near to you and this feeling you bring out in him.  

You open your eyes and reach up above his shoulder. He allows your fingers trap one of the curls below his ear, testing the smooth texture, seeing the browns and grays mixing together and reveling that you’re finally touching Joel Miller. He has your face in both his hands now, holding you delicately.

“I don’t deserve ya,” he whispers.

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"Well I says I want you," you say smirking a moment after hearing it out loud. 

You've always been so quiet and serious. Right now there's almost a levity in how you look at Joel and he finds he likes it. A lot. His face breaks into a broad grin and you're amazed at how it transforms his face from austere to boyish. It makes you sigh, angling your body closer to his. 

"I wanted you the second I saw you, Joel. I can't explain it." Your hands lace behind his neck. 'Being around you makes me feel-." 

"Safe," he finishes for you.

When you nod he does the same, eyes scanning yours. You take a moment, hearts beating in tandem before he pulls you into his arms, mouth pressing to yours. The kiss is everything you’d hoped; warm and soft and sweet. It wraps you up in a cocoon of safety built with lust and comfort.

And now its eleven months and you live in your own home. It’s a street over from Joel’s and you take turns staying over at each other’s places. You also take turns cooking every night but it’s always done at Joel’s kitchen, often with Ellie offering unsolicited opinions from her space at the table where she sketches and makes retching noises when Joel kisses you. When you all eat together each night in the Miller kitchen there’s lots of laughing and shared stories and and if Ellie’s getting on Joel’s nerves he makes sure to kiss you heaps just to gross her out.

Despite how they first met, Anthony is one of Joel’s biggest fans with Hank following close behind. The three of them go fishing some weekends, coming back singing drunkenly with a chest full of fish. It makes you laugh with your whole body.

Maria and Tommy are the first to say what was already known during your first dinner together with them, “Fucking finally. You know how long this asshole was pining after you?” much to a red-faced Joel’s chagrin.

The first time Joel takes you to bed everything is slow slow slow. He wants to see your face, wants to make sure you feel good. He won’t chase his pleasure until yours has been sated first and often more than once with his tongue, his fingers, his cock.  When he groans his release it rumbles through his chest and echoes through into your ribcage. It makes you feel connected, like one body, one set of lungs, one heart.

When you first walk into town with Joel’s hand wrapped around yours the people don’t seem particularly shocked. Joel and you make sense to them, so similar in your quiet intensity, your serious dispositions. But when you’re behind closed doors and secret smiles are shared between you and him, the warmth of the moment invades your heart.

It makes you whisper “I love you,” into his jaw as he sheaths himself between your legs. It makes him murmur “Fell in love the moment I saw you,” in your ear. And it makes you cry when a few years later you feel your belly swell with new life.

And when your child is born you thank the entities above for giving her Joel’s eyes.

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original answer to the ask:

I love reading requests but unfortunately I can't do them all! I kinda just write what the muses tell me to. Plus this sounds like a big, long story (which honestly sounds beautiful) but I have so many WIP's that I don't think I would get to this one. However, I might take this and adapt it into a short story for you if you want? (And if I can!)

fuckin' muses, eh?

[lavendertales]

shut up & listen—Eddie Munson x f!reader**

summary: weeks worth of tension, accumulated throughout your blossoming romance with Eddie, finally blow up one evening.

word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, piv (safe), cunnilingus, fingering, slight male masturbation, Eddie likes to tease you. song inspo.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

A/N: well, you asked, and you shall receive! this is part 2 of Tongue twister, but it can be read as a standalone as well. thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown the first part, it’s insane! hope you enjoy this one as well 😌

gif: @nowadayz​ 

Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover what goes through your body right now.

Though unspoken, the tension burning in between you and Eddie had been raised to a boiling point tonight. The date had been utterly beautiful: you spent the whole afternoon at a carnival, playing all those silly games that you can never win at—and yet somehow he managed to win you a stuffed bear— eating corndogs and laughing at all the cheesy couples over there. You didn’t say a damn word about you low-key wanting that same thing with Eddie.

But neither did he.

It’s not like he wants to keep things from you. Not even in the slightest. He’s simply afraid to come on too strong and screw things up with you. There are plenty of things swirling inside his head, some real and serious, and others less than decent.

He doesn’t tell you that his mouth nearly waters every time he sees you, or smells you. He doesn’t tell you that he wants to take the hand that holds yours and bury it in between your legs in hopes of releasing the sweetest, sheet-clutching moans he could think of.

Not yet.

Truth is, he’s not sure how much more of this inner torment he can handle. He would never do anything out of pocket, anything that might hurt you in any way and he’s glad neither of you rushed into anything physical. But Jesus Christ, each time he saw you, he reminisced of that night when you talked about your feelings and made out as you straddled his lap, and he could get hard on command.

And tonight is no exception. You’re wearing a cute skirt and a relatively tight top, and he’s doing his very best to be the perfect gentleman and leave his own little fantasies abandoned in some corner of his mind. He drives you home in that rusty truck that belonged to Wayne, and electricity prickles your skin. You steal side glances at Eddie handling the steering wheel with one hand and you gulp, feeling heat travel all the way to your nether region, and you try to shake off the near loud gasp you let out.

When you arrive, Eddie takes a big, deep breath and looks at you.

“Here we are,” he says with a wicked smile.

“I’d invite you in, but then I’d have to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend and I feel like neither of us is ready for that.”

“Yeah, let’s not put ourselves through that just yet.”

You both giggle, and you clutch tighter onto the teddy bear as you glare lovingly at him.

“It’s still pretty early,” you say. “We could… do something else.”

“Yeah? What you have in mind?”

The simple way he says that, so smooth and yet so intrigued already, lets you know he’s up to no good. One might argue that neither are you.

“Maybe a nightcap in your trailer… some music… and then—“

Your voice dies down as desire takes over, but luckily, Eddie can pretty much tell where all this is headed. He smiles reassuringly, taking your hand in his.

“Sounds amazing,” he says.

You smile brightly. “I’d still need to be home before midnight.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do you, and then make sure you get home safe.”

This time you laugh wholeheartedly, stroking his hand.

“You’re terrible,” you tell him.

“So I’ve been told.”

Oh, but he’s a sucker for you. He’s simply incapable of doing anything less than pleasing you—however that may be. Though right now, that desire to please manifests itself in an almost cruel form. It feels downright painful to spend any more time away from you.

So he drives back to the trailer park, truck now resting in front of his home. His heart lies in his throat still, but the more he glances over at you, the more relaxed and ready he feels.

“Alright,” he announces. “Home sweet home!”

You don’t say anything; you enter the trailer first as he holds the door open for you, and you look around, thinking of all the nights you’ve spent there, getting high and listening to Eddie play his guitar. You can’t help but think tonight will be much different memory to behold once it’ll be done with.

“So, what’s your poison of choice?” he asks you.

You’re not really there, in all honesty. You can’t stop staring at every feature visible on him, eyes landing inevitably on his plush lips as you bite on your own.

“You,” you boldly answer.

That earns a naughty chuckle from Eddie’s side. He inches closer to you, hand trailing down your arm and landing on your hips, pulling you in. Then, he takes another deep breath, eyeing you up and down.

“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t know half the things I have on my mind right about now,” he mutters.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The things I wanna do…”

“Instead of talking, why don’t you show your work?”

Playfulness sips through your smooth voice, and it gets Eddie’s motor running.

“I sure will, don’t you worry about that,” he smiles and kisses you.

His mouth practically devours yours and his body grinds into yours. Your hands cup his face, a few locks of his curly hair entangled in between your fingers and you chuckle into the kiss. The sound reverberates throughout his whole body, setting it afire at the same time.

Music is long forgotten, and so is the teddy bear Eddie won for you that evening; there are nothing but your breaths to fill the room, the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, the warm bodies beneath them longing to be discovered by the other.

Every nerve in your body simply boils alive when the kiss deepens, getting sloppier with each passing second. Your body bounces against the mattress, with Eddie’s atop of you. His lips pepper the same sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping only to steal another glance at you. A smile erupts from the corners of his lips, one of those wicked ones that you simply could never get enough of.

“You’re the prettiest girl in this godforsaken town,” he says, leaning over to undress you.

“And you’re a pretty good liar.”

He tsks, and you giggle. “You’re so pretty, too.”

He lifts his head again from in between your breasts.

“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, astounded by your confession.

“Yes.”

You both smile as your hands run eager on each other’s bodies, removing the fabrics standing in the way of utter pleasure. There’s a brief pause in between ministrations, Eddie’s eyes gone dark by now, driven with lust. Then, his hands part your legs, causing you to tremble with excitement. You gasp, already in a spiral of frenzy, but when he buries his head there and you feel his tongue circle around your clit, you moan out loud.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie smiles. He’s long craved to taste you in the most intimate way he knew of, and now, he’s like a kid loose in the candy store. He needs to scoop up every ounce of sweet arousal he can get out of you, like he can’t breathe otherwise.

You moan brokenly, on a loop, and he coos you gently. To no avail, though; you can’t stop the sounds emerging from your throat for the life of you. Especially not when Eddie adds a finger to his filthy torment. It nearly causes you to black out, this combination of his tongue’s slurping sounds on your clit and his index pumping in and out of you.

“Eddie—oh God—“

He hums something against your folds, God knows what, but you don’t really care. You start to feel the impending buildup in your belly, threatening to burst at any given point, yet Eddie doesn’t stop. Not even when you grab a handful of his thick locks of hair, pulling him in as much as you can. He eats you out relentlessly, hungrily, the main cause of the obscenely glib sounds from your cunt.

You grunt, almost on the verge of tears at how intensely you can feel every flick of his tongue. It’s only now that Eddie stops. You see him fleetingly licking his lips and staring at you with those big, dark eyes, looking you over in the most hungry, yet oddly appreciative way.

“Shit, you taste so good,” he smirks.

“Why did you stop?” you complain.

Eddie cocks his head to the right, his hands reaching to unzip his jeans and strip out of his clothes. He doesn’t break eye contact with you for even a second, as if he fears he might lose you completely.

He could never, though.

“Because I wanna feel you when I make you come,” he replies.

No argument there, you think.

You swallow harshly around the knot in your throat as Eddie stands before you, finally naked, carefully yet somehow eagerly at the same time taking out a condom to place on his erection. You watch intently, and he catches your eyes just as he strokes himself twice. A smile breaks from his mouth, repeating the motions as he inches closer to you, holding back his own grunts.

“You like watching me do this?” he cheekily asks.

You nod, speechless from the previous overstimulation. You’re watching him jerk off with slow, precise motions, stuck in a trance as you feel yourself get even wetter—if possible. It felt like he was drinking straight from you mere seconds ago, soaking up every ounce of arousal you got for him, and now you’re all wet again.

“You like seeing how hard you make me, huh, sweetheart?”

You could easily cry out from the overstimulation and the anticipation, so you cup his cheeks and pull him down, one leg curled around his waist. Eddie nearly goes ballistic for that particular move: he groans in your mouth, so hard by this point that it hurts to even touch himself. He does it anyway, merely to guide himself to your opening.

You moan in tandem at that first push of his cock through your walls; the rush you both get is simply electric, delicious in its minimalism and almost enough to tip you over the edge. Almost.

Eddie could’ve came right then and there, just sheathed around your warm, tight walls. He takes a breather, locks of curly hair covering his face, but you reach to kiss him again, thus encouraging him to move.

“Fucking hell,” he cusses under his breath. “Fucking hell, you—you’re so warm and—and so—“

“You’re so fucking pretty, Eddie Munson,” you whisper, all in one breath.

He smiles so widely your heart could stop, and he starts to roll his hips against yours. You reward him with moans and breathless encouragements that you know he needs, nay, craves. You know he’s weak for any saccharine words from your side, so you give him—and yourself—exactly what you want.

“You’re the pretty one,” he retorts.

You smile as well, body rocked under the weight of Eddie’s. His pace is slightly disordered, curtesy of your leg curled around his waist to allow him to reach deeper inside you. Your cunt aches for more of him—though you’re aware that that’s physically impossible—even as his thrusts are faster and a little rougher, too. The movements are bred out of pure love and trust, but mostly, an ardent desire to simply have each other.

“Shhh,” he shushes you again, though neither of you has spoken for a while. “Do you hear that?”

You only hear your and his erratic breaths, alongside the hot, squelching sounds emerging from in between your legs. You moan brokenly again, the concoction of sounds creating another pleasure wave that hits your body unexpectedly.

“So wet, baby,” he chuckles—deep, nearly manic and even cocky—and gives you a particularly deep thrust.

“For you,” you coo. “Always—just you.”

“Good.”

There’s jealousy nested inside of Eddie as well. Who would’ve thought?

Maybe he didn’t have a proper reason to be jealous until you entered his life.

You dig your fingernails into the flesh of his arms, and Eddie pushes forward and backward, on and on till he feels that familiar burn in his belly, the one he’s been longing for so long.

But he decides to hold back as much as he can. He needs to feel you come first. He just needs to feel that tightness pulsating around his cock before anything else.

“Eddie—ohhh—Eddie, please, pleasepleaseplease—“

“Please what, sweetheart? Hm? What do you want?”

“Shit, I just—“

“I got you—I got you, c’mon—be a good girl and come for me, hm?”

He’s losing his breath and nearly his consciousness too, but he powers through, struggling to ignore how badly he needs to come. He can tell you’re close, just as he thrusts faster, reaching some hidden spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

The sweet release builds in your belly, then it’s detonated in your cunt as you finally come with a loud moan and the shout of his name staining your lips. The tight feeling of your fluttering walls around him is too much to handle—Eddie comes almost simultaneously with you. His whole body seizes up, and he allows himself to be wrapped in the intoxicating sweetness of you and the pleasure you inevitably bring to him.

You feel like he leaves your heat far too soon, though in reality it must’ve only been like a few seconds. You make a sound to let your complaint be known while Eddie disposes of the condom and chuckles mischievously in your direction. Then he crawls back in bed with you, and you hold your breath. It suddenly hits you: this is the most intimate you’ve ever seen him, and he looks so damn beautiful with his lit up face, completely spent and fucked out. He’s simply mesmerizing.

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

You bite down on your tongue to prevent the words that threaten to leave your mouth so unprompted, it scares even you. Then you shake your head, thus prompting him to not ask any further questions.

He only stares at you, a goofy smile on his face. He says your name, and your heart skips a beat.

“I am… stupidly in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we met.”

Your heart stops altogether. Your chest feels tight with plenty of emotions that you try to prevent from blasting all at once.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask instead.

Eddie shrugs. “I may not be the bravest guy on earth. Call me a coward if you must.”

“I would never.”

You chuckle as he pecks your lips, nose and forehead, and you cuddle at his chest. Eddie smiles; he knows you love him, too.

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[calicovobo]

Cat Chronicles

Summary: The snippets of life captured by a stray cat. 

Word Count: 927

A/N: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this page, I hope you enjoy! <3

Part Two

You loved looking at buildings. As a cat who barely reaches the bottom of a park bench, buildings were always so tall and intriguing. The buildings with the pretty string lights draped across to the classic solid concrete ones that parents warn their children not to get close to unless they wanted to get taken by some villain, you loved them all. They each had their own story, inside and out. 

But, what you really loved about buildings was the amazing fight scenes you got to see with a front row view, watching as the heroes with their typical flashy quirks chase and take down villains. And while excited pedestrians had to stay back and cheer from a distance, you got to be right up close to the battle scene. You admit that you were quite a fan of these heroes, and in a classic cat feature, the bright lights never failed to catch your eye.

No one noticed you in your hiding spots next to dumpsters or in alleyways. It was perfect for your small and flexible body, and when the fight was as dramatic as they are, the attention is always pinpointed in a separate direction from you. 

“Great capture tonight Eraserhead, you just gotta finish up signing some forms and we’ll take care of the clean-up.” 

After a rather mediocre battle at 2AM, Aizawa couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. But as he was watching the clean-up crew start moving debris and damaged parts around the area, he saw in the corner of his eye a small figure trapped under a slanted plank of wood. 

‘Aw great, how am I supposed to get out of this’ you thought as you watched this giant piece of wood encapsulate your hiding spot. You just wanted to watch the infamous Eraserhead take down a villain! But instead your excitement made you too greedy for action and you found yourself trapped when they were battling. The slanted plank fell low enough to the point that you couldn’t fit to escape. 

‘Maybe I can slither into this tiny crack…yeah that may work- or or maybe when they do recycling tomorrow I can run out and leave!’ With your brain rushing to come up with ideas, you didn’t notice the slow but deliberate footsteps coming your way. 

“Come here, sorry for getting you caught up in the fight.” Startled, you watched as he, with his big strong muscles hidden by his classic dark fabric, lifted the plank and set it aside roughly. Looking up at him with your big green eyes and tri-colored fur, he was enamored by just how cute you were. Your calico coat was just so pretty and with those kind eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were someone's beloved pet they lost. 

‘Big hero man is looking at me!’ You couldn’t believe that the hero of the night just became your personal hero! What a dream come true to be so close to one of your many idols! Your enthusiastic chirps and meows brought a soft smile to the tired hero’s face. 

“I’m glad one of us has enough energy to last the night.” Though he adored your obvious passionate energy, he couldn’t help but worry if you really were someone’s pet with just how trusting you are. He gladly complied as your warm body curled around and rubbed against his legs, just begging for pets. 

“Does this cat have an owner?” Aizawa asked as a member of the clean-up crew walked past with his big hands still giving you rubs. 

The worker was surprised as Eraserhead was infamous for leaving right away after his duty was done. “H-huh? Um, no I don’t think I’ve ever seen that cat before. Maybe it belongs to one of the buildings nearby and just got lost? I can contact the shelter to get it out of your way.” 

“No need. I can deal with it.” Aizawa said as he continued complying to your needy cravings of pets. The scene would make anyone freeze in their steps; a hero known for their deadpan and tired attitude petting a very happy and affectionate calico cat who was sticking to him like glue. 

‘Oh my gosh I love him!. Right there right there! It feels so good.’ It was impossible not to hide your pleasure as Aizawa rubbed behind your ears. You were putty in his hands and didn’t want the night to ever end! 

“Do you belong to anyone tiny? I have to go soon, got a class full of brats to teach tomorrow, tch.” He knew you couldn’t answer him but he didn’t want to leave you out here all alone. He was aware of the animal and cat haters who weren’t afraid to kick you aside, especially with how friendly you are towards humans. But, as the sky continued to get darker and as he remembered that he had an early class to attend to tomorrow, he knew he had to leave eventually. 

Aizawa had thoughts of just taking you into his arms and bringing you home with him but, if you really did have a family looking for you, he didn’t want to take you from that spot just yet. You looked at him curiously as he spiraled into a mental debate with himself. And, just as he was about to make his decision, you gave him one last head bump to his leg and hurried away. 

You loved humans but you were a cat meant to explore and venture, nothing could hold you back!

[sfehvn]

Hi! Let me start by saying that the intruder has me completely hooked, it's such a clever idea and can't wait to see what comes next. Okokok, I'll stop gushing. If your requests are still open (if not, simply disregard the ask or save it for a later day) but I can't get my head out of the idea of Astarion and a selkie reader (Idk why tho). Either ascended or not, I think it would be a interesting concept to explore the folklore around selkies with our dear vampire. Maybe Tav is afraid of her secret being discovered or fearing for her pelt being stolen? How do the dinamics work with Astarion either as an ascended or spawn? Any fic is more than fine for me :D

selkie

A/N: Thank you much for your support! This is just a little drabble but I can always build upon it later if you'd like! xx Word count: 581 Characters: Astarion x selkie!Tav

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  Warm water lapped at your toes and you welcomed the feeling of home washing over you. Astarion laid with you, skin to skin, in the sand and while the sensation of a million grains against his bare body was an unwelcome one, it had, at some point, become a forgotten worry as he held you. You smelt of seafoam and sunshine with his nose buried in your hair. Your pelt laid haphazardly across his leg, thick velvet forever reminding him of you. A selkie lover; a notion Astarion would have met with teasing mockery before he met you. Not known for being an accepting character, when he had found your coat, your animalistic instincts had kicked in. You were prepared to stake the vampire through his un-beating heart if that’s what it took to safeguard your lifeline to the sea.

  Astarion hadn’t met your apprehension with his typical antagonistic demeanor, much to your surprise. No, instead, he was curious. Intrigued without the scrutinizing conviction you’d predicted. As your relationship bloomed, safety was fostered in his very existence. One that made your body buzz in the midst of him. Finding comfort in a land-dwelling being was the very last thing you’d anticipated when you’d met the silver-haired man.

  Unbeknownst to you, Astarion had concocted a scheme to steal that pelt from right under your nose. The power he’d have over you with the simple theft was an intoxicating thought—a power he’d never had over anyone, not even himself. How easy it would be to force you to kill Cazador on his behalf with the promise of restoring your pelt to your possession. Yes, it was a simple and fool-proof plan. One day when he was left to his own devices in camp, he could have done it. His hands held the coat firmly, staring at it with wide eyes. If it was so easy, why couldn’t he bring himself to do it? He could only picture your face telling him excitedly about how everything seemed to make sense when you were in the deep of the sea, how at-one and peaceful it all was.

  Astarion couldn’t steal that from you, the only person who had ever shown him kindness. The only person who had ever treated him like he mattered. Someone who had entrusted him with their biggest secret. The very desire to betray you made his stomach turn viscerally. Just as quickly as he found the coat tucked away amongst your belongings, he hastily returned it as he’d found it. A searing pain gnawed at his chest while he lay with you that night under the moonlight atop the sand. He was angry at himself for considering it; he was angry at himself for being unable to go through with it. Such complex feelings had never touched him so deeply. Why did it matter? You were a pawn. That was it. But then, why did shame light such a fire in his chest?

  “What’s got you so quiet tonight?” You murmured between gentle kisses to pale flesh.

  He considered letting loose lips fly, but the serenity he felt in the moment paralyzed him. He was sure once you knew about his plan, he’d more than likely never see your face again and would be gone with the anger of unforgiving waves. Perhaps you’d understand his fear-driven thoughts; perhaps not. It was a risk Astarion ultimately decided was not worth the risk. 

  “Just thinking about how enthralling you are, my little selkie.” 

[mixelation]

reborn au musing it's about sasori and minato again

so, this is how i think minakushi works: they mutually fell in love when they were like 12/13. the new oneshot implies they weren't like dating-dating as teens, but kushina generally expected minato to be making time to hang out with her personally, and he was obsessing over ways to take care of her, so. they go through several years of mutually mooning over each other, start dating in their late teens, and then get married super young.

in other words, neither of them have even considered dating other people.

and i think kushina might be.... like, she doesn't regret it, but it does occur to her at some point that maybe it would have helped them both as individual people to have at least explored their feelings and preferences with other people. like, they have have both just been mutually obsessed with each for so long, it's hard for both of them to consider their own identities without the other. this isn't necessarily a bad thing-- it's normal for your childhood friend turned spouse to be an integral part of who you are!-- and obviously their relationship is good and they're both well-adjusted people with a happy home life. but she does kind of wonder sometimes.....

so around her mid-twenties kushina does sometimes consider talking to minato about an open relationship. however, she knows that he might do this thing he does to her sometimes where he agrees to something he doesn't like to make her happy, and then he gets Weird about it. they've talked about how he does it, and he's aware of it and working on it, but kushina is pretty sure if she even brings it up he'll get Weird on her.

(kushina is having visions of her going on a date with someone and then they come home and the goddamn yellow flash is on their couch but then he just. cries)

then minato has a horrible realization he thinks sasori of the red sand, of all people, is hot. and he gets so upset about it, because is this CHEATING??? and kushina is like. holy SHIT i should have talked to him about this years ago. like she kind of assumed minato at least privately had thoughts like "oh, this actress is hot" or "man katsuki's arms look nice in those guards" like.... like most people do??? but no. he's just had kushina vision this whole time

kushina: it's very sweet. however. also. you are a moron

so she wants to bring up the open relationship idea again, but also just thinking about sasori makes minato tear up. so she's like okay. you need to explore these feelings. please try engaging in fiction with the idea that it's there for you to explore feelings without actually involving yourself in the thing. it's not disloyalty to me to ideally fantasize about being the POV character fictional!sasori is seducing in this weird light novel tori has

and actually it's NOT fair to kushina she has to manage minato's weird emotional turmoil like this. so she's like. fuck. minato, what if we asked sasori to date us?

i have not yet decided how sasori would respond to this proposition. i'm toying with the idea that kushina HAS bumped into sasori a handfull of times because she follows up potential leads of Uzumaki diaspora from Jiraiya, and a lot of them just turn out to be Sasori (red hair + witnessed using seals). i don't think he'd like kushina's personality much, but i think he'd want minato for his body and he'd be intrigued by the idea of easy access to team 4.

team 4 of course would all lose their minds in completely different ways

[aerkame]

I really love your finfolk au and the amount of care you have put into the world building and characters.

If it's okay, can I ask some questions about the story?

In one post, you mentioned that Frank seemed to not mind being tricked into coming to the island, and "maybe at some point he gave up" (or something to that affect?). You also mentioned that he keeps his bowtie as a reminder of his old life.

So, how did Frank first react to being trapped on Home? Did he resist like the Selkei OC? Was he tricked into transforming, or did he he know what the potion was for? How long has he been on the island?

(This has nothing to do with anything you've already shared. Just a 'what if' that's been bouncing around in my head)

If Sally had gone on one of her killing sprees while a neighbor-- lets say Eddie-- was trying to woo someone from the mainland, would there have been a way for her to know that, hey, maybe leave that one grey nerd alone?

Thank you so much for the kind words! I really love folklore and I thought finfolk folklore was just perfect for the kind of writing I want to experiment with. :)

Frank had knowingly came to the island with Eddie and actually willingly allowed himself to be transformed. It was from curiosity but mainly done because he loves Eddie enough to give up his old life as a marine biologist. Even though he does miss some parts of his previous life, he wouldn't change what he has now. It's because of this that Home and the others didn't even try to force Frank to stay, they already knew he never wanted to leave any of them to begin with.

So of course, he won't run, not ever. Not when the love of his life and best friends are here.

It took time to get used to things, yes, but it was worth it in the end. Something that Frank found to be intriguing was not only the magical abilities of finfolk, but also the many forms they could take on. For example, he and the others could take on any face, shape, or form of another puppet, sometimes even making a whole now identity unique to themselves...but when it came to being in a finfolk form only finwomen could transform themselves into what look like mermaids. Full tail and everything. Finmen could only grow fins along their bodies.

The magic that Frank was allowed to use wasn't his own. Only true finfolk could use their own magic so he had to 'borrow' Home's magic in the form of a seashell. He always kept the shell clipped to his bowtie or vest whenever he wore it. It not only allowed him to use some magic (it was weak, but it got the job done when used), but it looked quite fitting with his outfit.

He likes to visit the mainland with Eddie sometimes even if he no longer lives there. It felt so nice to see new and old faces pass by. Frank also loved to revisit the places that Eddie often takes him to for dates. It was truly a dream.

It was almost funny really.

Back when Frank was just a normal puppet he honestly thought Sally was going to kill him or Eddie as either a jealous ex or some murderer wandering the streets. The yellow star had been caught stalking the both of them and on one night while he was alone, she came to him talking about how head over heels Eddie was in love.

"You know, it'd be a shame if something were to happen to you...poor Dear would be heartbroken."

The finwomen examined her claws while speaking, it left Frank terrified and unsure of his own safety, he was not quite understanding if whether or not Sally was a fiend or a siren judging by her finned head and arms. Either way she looked ready to kill something. It wasn't going to be him though.

Turns out Sally just had a sick sense of humor or she tended to word things poorly. She had really just showed up to make sure Frank remained safe for the night after Eddie had some business to take care of.

It took a few minutes of awkward silence for Frank to realize Sally wasn't here to kill him. Of course she clarified what she meant only after Frank had the third panic attack that night. She had a good laugh about it and he had a good pout about it.

Frank isn't upset about it anymore really. If anything, he's glad Sally showed up the way she did otherwise he never would have found out about finfolk or what Eddie really was. Even when he did find out he wasn't mad, disgusted, or upset. He was curious, intrigued, and falling deeper in love for his fin man.

[gemini-sensei]

New Hire | Sensei!Hawk x Sensei!Reader

Chubby!Badass!Reader

Contents: fluff and some NSFW, nothing too serious (unedited)

When Daniel told him that he was going to be bringing in a new sensei, Hawk didn't know what to think at first. His mind went back to the trials and tribulations Daniel went through trying to work with Johnny, the ups and downs, the good and bad. However, he was assured that this new sensei wasn't like Johnny at all and that she was going to be professional. She was actually a children's educator and knew how to work best with kids and young teens, so there should be no problems.

Upon hearing they were a female sensei, Hawk was intrigued. He'd seen and met so few women in the same position as him, and only at tournaments. So to say he was a little excited to meet her would be an understatement.

He was getting ready for a class when the gate opened, but it was still to early for kids to start showing up. Thinking it was Daniel, he turned around to greet him, only to be met with a voluptuous woman smiling at him.

"You must be Sensei Hawk," she said, grinning at him. She walked up and extanded her hand to him. "I'm Reader."

He shook it with a smile of his own. "It's nice to finally meet you. Have you been shown around?"

"No, a tour would be great though," she laughed.

After a brief walk around the yard and showing her where they keep their equipment, Hawk sat down with Reader to get to know her better. They talked about how long they've been doing karate, how long they've been working with kids, what other hobbies they have, and other life things. He learns she just moved to the Valley for some peace and quiet, recently single thanks to a cheating ex, and just looking to start anew even though she's young.

"Never too early to start fresh," he told her.

She laughed. "Never."

When kids started trickling in, he introduced her to some parents and gaurdians. She said hi to the kids and made them laugh if they're a little shy at first. Everyone warmed to her pretty quickly. She made herself very approachable for the young children and once all of the students were there, Hawk told them that they'd have a little Q+A so that everyone can get to know their new Sensei better.

She told them about herself so warmly and answered their questions without hesitation. Yes, she has a pet. No, she's not married. Yes, she went to college. Maybe she likes pineapple of pizza. She made the kids giggle a lot and got them excited to have a new sensei at the dojo.

When it was time for the lesson, Hawk saw how great she is with the kids; how dedicated she is to teaching them and working with them. She's a natural with them and he admired her for it; how gentle she was when teaching them, how much care and attention she gave everyone. He knew that they were going to work together greatly.

It wasn't until after class that he learned how badass she was.

The whole time, she gave en off this soft and sweet nature, and maybe that has a lot to do with him kind of judging her based off her her soft, curvy body mixed with her attitude toward the kids. Once everyone has left, he asks her how good her karate is.

"Why don't I show you instead?" she challenged, then nodded toward the sparring deck. "That thing ever see any action or is it just for show?"

"Oh, it's not just for show," he told her, prideful of the design he made for it. "You wanna hop up there?"

"After you."

So they stepped up and faced each other, taking their positions. Hawk saw er as being on his level since they're both senseis, so he didn't plan on holding back. However, as soon as they start, there's little back and forth, and in a matter of two minutes, he's been taken to the floor. She pinned him down with her knees and landed a blow to his chest, which would mean she'd earn a point if they were really competing.

"I was a three time champion back home in the under 18 tournament," she told him before getting up. She extended her hand to him and he took it, letting her pull him up. "I was the one everyone strive to beat."

"And no one could?"

"Nope," she said with a grin. "I aged out of the tournament a champion and I still hold the record for most consecutive wins in the tournament."

"Reigning champion. Nice."

"Don't I know it." She laughed and it was something harmonious to Hawk. "They said if anyone came close to beating that, they'd call me back to present the trophy."

"What an honor," he laughed, smiling wide.

"Right?"

They finish cleaning up the dojo before their next class arrives. The time is spent talking about life, swapping stories, and just getting to know one another. It's a refreshment to the routine that had built up over the last few months. He thinks it's going to be great having Reader around.

As time goes on, he finds himself sitting down with her more, enjoying her company. He enjoys making lesson plans with her and little field trips for their students. Sometimes he has to stop himself from staring st her, wondering what he's doing when he catches himself.

He can't help it though. He's grown a little crush on her. Watching her work with the kids is heartwarming and when they're practicing on their own, he thinks she's hot as Hell. She's focused, determined, and totally badass. She also makes the kids feel confident and as if they can do anything. It's amazing, she's awesome.

At the end of everyday, he bids her goodbye, just to go home alone. He sits down and relaxes, maybe plays some online games to unwind, order some dinner. With each passing day, he finds himself wishing she were with him; sitting on the sofa as they relax, eating take out at his little dining table, winding down with a shower and crawling into bed. He wants to hold her at night, run his hands over her curves. Pull her close and kiss her neck.

Instead, he rolls onto his back and shoves his hand in his pants to the thought of her. He groans her name as he rubs one out, eventually coming all over his hand. He pants into the night air, thinking about kissing her after stuffing her full. It gets out of hand sometimes, especially after he thinks about getting her pregnant with their own little karate student... it's after that thought, he realizes he needs to ask her out. Soon.

[hwatron]

Paring ~ Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong

Rating ~ 18+

Word count ~

~Summary ~ 5,330

"Seriously? You've never had an actual orgasm? I thought you'd fucked like half the guys we know at this point." Yeosang arched his brow as he addressed his roommate, his nose crinkling as he thought back to the unfortunate moments he had been home to overhear. Seonghwa grumbled slightly as he sipped at his drink before responding "No guy has really known how to get me off you know? So I always just fake it and do it myself once I kick 'em out".

"I think I'd like to change that for you"

"I'd like to see you try."

Hongjoong's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back, the air between them thick with an unspoken challenge. "Challenge accepted, Seonghwa."

or ~

Park Seonghwa hasn't ever had a partner satisfy him, Hongjoong steps up to bat and makes him keep track of each time he blows Seonghwa's mind.

READ BELOW OR WITH THE LINK

The bass of the stereo pumping tunes out for the sweaty mass of bodies currently congregating in their shared apartment shook the floor where Seonghwa and Yeosang were currently standing, drunkenly chatting with their friends. A chorus of laughter broke out in the group as their conversation settled onto romantic encounters.

"You're telling me you've only ever been laid once?" Seonghwa gestured to Jongho with his cup in his hand, a slight smirk curling on his face as the youngest meekly nodded, not one to openly discuss such things. The boy opened his mouth to defend himself, his cheeks turning a slight pink as he spoke, "Well at least I've never had to fake it like some people.”.

A beat of silence before the laughter from before came back tenfold, Wooyoung reaching out to punch Seonghwa's shoulder teasingly.

"Seriously? You've never had an actual orgasm? I thought you'd fucked like half the guys we know at this point." Yeosang arched his brow as he addressed his roommate, his nose crinkling as he thought back to the unfortunate moments he had been home to overhear. Seonghwa grumbled slightly as he sipped at his drink before responding "No guy has really known how to get me off you know? So I always just fake it and do it myself once I kick 'em out". At his explanation the group began nodding understandably, the topic slowly moving on as the night progressed. Eventually, the music shifted to a slower tempo, and the group dispersed to find their own corners of the room.

Seonghwa found himself leaning up against the wall of their living room, nursing the drink in his hand while he watched his friends having fun with a soft smile on his face. He'd been so immersed in his people watching he'd barely noticed the body sliding up to his left to lean on the wall, shoulders bumping together. A quick glance revealed the new presence to be Hongjoong. To be fair it was reasonable for the man to show up, Yeosang had been hanging out more frequently with him and Mingi for a few months now. Yet still, Seonghwa found himself analyzing the man as if he were an alien invading his space, which honestly he wouldn't be surprised if he were. The man had his quirks Seonghwa couldn't figure out just what made him so intriguing. Perhaps it was the pure confidence that oozed from the man, finding the ability to dress himself and act any way he wanted with his head held high. Maybe it was how he could commandeer any room or conversation despite his deceptively small stature. Perhaps even it was the way the man spoke so passionately about music and dedicated everything to it, Seonghwa was convinced Hongjoong had never taken a day off in his life when it came to music! It seemed his theorizing was cut short by the clearing of a throat, sharp deep eyes locking with his for a moment before the shorter man broke the silence.

"You're not as active tonight as usual." Hongjoong took a sip of his drink as he addressed Seonghwa.

A small chuckle slipped out of the taller as he nodded in agreement "And what am I usually like?".

Hongjoong's lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes holding a hint of amusement. "Usually, you're in the thick of things, stirring up trouble or playing the charming host. Tonight, you’re acting more like a wallflower.". As Hongjoong spoke Seonghwa's cheeks began to turn a shade of red, not realizing the man he spent so much time trying to pick apart and observe, did the very same back to him.

"As poetically spoken as usual Hongjoong…”

Hongjoong's smirk deepened as he observed Seonghwa's reaction, enjoying the subtle shift in the dynamic between them. "You know it's nice to be the observer, you learn a lot just watching things act out in front of you, certainly helps get my creative juices flowing.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue. "You're the pro at it...What've you seen so far tonight, anything interesting?"

There was a sudden shift in the mood as his question hung in the air, a beat of silence before Hongjoong leaned in closer to whisper against the shell of Seonghwa's ear."I heard you talking earlier, about your problem.”

A shiver ran down Seonghwa’s spine as he realized just what the other man was talking about. Seonghwa turned his head slightly to lock eyes once more with Hongjoong, noticing the dark energy hiding behind his irises. "What about it?" Suddenly the man's mouth felt incredibly dry, gulping down more of his drink to try and subdue whatever effect Hongjoong was having on him.

"I think I'd like to change that for you"

"I'd like to see you try."

Hongjoong's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back, the air between them thick with an unspoken challenge. "Challenge accepted, Seonghwa."

The living room seemed to fade into the background as their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. The atmosphere crackled with a newfound tension, and Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity pooling deep in his stomach.

The music continued to play, the distant laughter and chatter forming a distant backdrop to the unspoken exchange. Seonghwa shifted his weight against the wall, maintaining eye contact with Hongjoong. "You're not one to shy away from a challenge, are you?"

Hongjoong's gaze intensified, his voice low and filled with an intriguing mixture of confidence and mystery. "I don't back down easily, Seonghwa.”

With a new fire lit inside of him, Seonghwa abandoned his drink on a nearby table, taking his shorter companion by the hand and leading him to his bedroom wordlessly. The lively party grew fainter and fainter as his focus settled solely on the man and his high expectations. The moment they were behind closed doors Seonghwa found himself pushed up against the hardwood of his door, his lips being devoured by Hongjoong as if they would be his last meal. A desperate clash of lips and teeth that showed no signs of stopping, Seonghwa's blunt nails dragging down Hongjoong's muscled arms with desperation. His prior hookups never held the same intensity Hongjoong was providing, the younger man's focus seemingly solely on his partner. Hongjoong pulled away with a heavy gaze, tongue darting out to smooth over his kiss-swollen lips like a predator. Seonghwa shuddered at the intense gaze he found himself under, leaning into the hand Hongjoong rose to cup his jaw with.

Hongjoong's hand, warm against Seonghwa's jaw, held a possessive intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Excitement licked at his heels as he began to realize this encounter would be like none he had ever had before. Seonghwa let his hands roam from their spot on Hongjoong's forearms to rest on his shoulders, Hongjoong pressing closer to the man his thick thigh finding its way between his legs and grinding upwards, causing a soft gasp to escape his lips. As his hips rolled downwards to meet the solid muscle of Hongjoong's thigh, Seonghwa let his hand slide up the man's throat and to the hair at the base of his neck. With his fingers tangled in Hongjoong's dark strands, he tugged the man upward into another lip-bruising kiss, a smirk forming as he felt the man's hands take control of his hips, forcing the slow roll of his hips to quicken. Hongjoong's body caged Seonghwa further against the door, the older pulling a groan out of the other with another controlling tug at his hair, plush lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his ear as Seonghwa spoke with a smirk "Is this all you've got for me? I'm not impressed."

As Seonghwa tugged at Hongjoong's hair, a low growl rumbled from deep within Hongjoong's chest. The controlled aggression in his movements intensified, his hands on Seonghwa's hips becoming more possessive. The air thickened with tension as their bodies melded together, the rhythm of their grinding hips syncing with the tempo of their shared desire. Seonghwa's taunts fueled Hongjoong, rough hands sliding down his hips as he guided the other man with a heavy hand a few steps away from the door to shove Seonghwa down into the middle of his mattress. With the air knocked out of him by the sudden movement, Seonghwa watched Hongjoong loom over him with wide eyes, nervously flitting his tongue out to wet his lips. "You wanted more, didn't you?" Hongjoong's voice, low and seductive, sent shivers down Seonghwa's spine once more. A fire blazing under his skin as he could feel the weight of Hongjoong's intent. With a predatory grace, Hongjoong descended upon Seonghwa, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Heavy hands slid under his thin t-shirt, tracing the dip in his stomach before attacking his pebbled nipples with fingers. Hongjoong pulled another breathy sigh out of the man below him, lips breaking apart only for the man to trail down the expanse of his throat with a devious tongue and nipping teeth. Seonghwa arched his back, surrendering to the sensations that Hongjoong was stirring within him. The heat between them intensified, the air thick with desire. Hongjoong's touch was both demanding and skillful, each movement calculated to elicit a response from Seonghwa.

The rhythmic dance of their bodies continued a choreography of passion that played out in the dimly lit room. Hongjoong's fingers traced patterns along Seonghwa's skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. Seonghwa's breath hitched as Hongjoong explored the contours of his body with an expertise that left him craving more. With a growl deep from his throat Hongjoong pulled his lips away from the tanned skin and tore Seonghwa' shirt over his head, continuing his travels down the man's body with a heavy tongue laving against the bud on his chest, his fingers still skillfully toying with the nipple not caught by his mouth. A heavy whine ripped from Seonghwa's chest as he squirmed underneath Hongjoong, his back arching his body further into the man and his touch. A brief respite in the attack left Seonghwa's back falling against the mattress back onto the sheets below them, Hongjoong's eyes locked onto his, a primal hunger burning in their depths. As quickly as it had paused the dance between them continued, Hongjoong's lips finding new territories to explore. Seonghwa's breaths came in ragged gasps, his hands finding refuge in Hongjoong's dark locks, a smug expression sliding onto the man's face as he finally pulled away from Seonghwa. Hongjoong leaned back onto his calves, fingers toying with the belt on Seonghwa's jeans as his deep voice broke the silence between them. "You're going to keep track of each and every time I let you cum tonight, do you understand? If you lose track even once I'll stop."

Seonghwa, still reeling from the whirlwind of sensations, nodded in agreement. The command hung in the air, adding a layer of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere. Hongjoong's dominance was palpable, and Seonghwa found himself both captivated and challenged by the intensity of the encounter. Hongjoong's fingers froze at the lack of verbal response, a dark gaze settling onto Seonghwa's body as he pulled his hands away, an impatient whine coming from the man once more "Why'd you stop?". Hongjoong arched his brow, a condescending chuckle slipping out, "If you can't use your words then I'm not doing anything...now why don't you be a good boy and answer me properly, do you understand?". Seonghwa's hands twisted over Hongjoong’s, pulling them back down to press against his aching core with a desperate look in his eyes, "I understand, please Hongjoong..". Satisfied with Seonghwa's response, Hongjoong's lips curled into a predatory smile "Good boy.". His fingers resumed their exploration, tracing patterns over Seonghwa's heated skin. Finally, Hongjoong unbuckled the belt trapping Seonghwa in his skin-tight jeans, quickly tugging the man's pants down his legs. Once left in his boxers, Hongjoong continued his trail down Seonghwa's body, his hands slowly pulling the fabric down his thighs while he sucked hickies into his hips, lightly nipping at the skin with a pleased grumble. Seonghwa's breathy gasps filled the otherwise silent room, his hands once again finding purchase in Hongjoong's hair as he looked down at the man with a hazy look in his eyes.

Hongjoong's voice, low and commanding, broke through the haze. "Remember, Seonghwa. Keep count." The weight of the command settled over them, and Seonghwa, like a blanket. Seonghwa nodded once more, cursing softly as Hongjoong's fingers slid through his sensitive folds like they were on a mission, a high pitch gasp falling from his lips as he watched the man collect the fluid on the tips of his fingers before sliding the two digits into his mouth with a wicked expression.

As Hongjoong's fingers danced over Seonghwa's heated core, Seonghwa's breaths grew more ragged. His hands thoroughly ruined the man's previously styled hair as he tugged on the strands with each brief touch over his sensitive skin as a way to ground himself. Seonghwa squeezed his eyes shut tightly, unable to keep the heavy stare with Hongjoong as the man leaned in with a puff of breath against his thigh. Hongjoong left a tingling brush of his lips against Seonghwa's thigh, trailing closer to his core where he flattened his tongue against his clit while his fingers finally ceased their teasing to pump into him. An electrifying shudder wracked Seonghwa's body as he stared down at the man between his legs with wide eyes “Sh-shit! Hongjoong!”

Hongjoong, reveling in the reactions he elicited, leaned in his voice a breathy whisper that sent shivers down Seonghwa's spine. "Feel that, Seonghwa? Every gasp, every shudder—it's all for me, say my name again, who’s doing this to you?”

Embarrassment rushed through Seonghwa down to the tips of his toes as, with a red face, he watched the way Hongjoong’s lips glistened with the mix of his spit and Seonghwa's juices. Seonghwa swallowed the lump forming in his throat, turning to hide his face against the pillow under his head, a whimper being muffled by the fabric. Hongjoong narrowed his brows, biting into the flesh of Seonghwa's thigh with a growl, doing his best to pull his name out of the other man's plush lips. As Seonghwa once more ignored his request to instead whimper into his pillow, Hongjoong pulled his lips away and replaced them with two fingers, quickly pushing in and curling them with no warning. Hongjoong pushed off the bed with his free hand to kneel between Seonghwa's legs, looking down at the older man's writhing body with admiration. The two locked eyes right before Hongjoong began pistoning his hand into Seonghwa's pussy, pressing down on his lower stomach with his other hand to keep his trapped in place. The sudden change in pace had Seonghwa scrambling for purchase, reaching down to claw at Hongjoong's forearm. The slick noises that came with each push of his fingers were accompanied by the breathy moans and whines quickly tumbling out of Seonghwa like a waterfall. Hongjoong's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pushing Seonghwa to the edge of pleasure with each calculated movement. "Say it, Seonghwa. Who's making you feel this good?" Hongjoong's voice was a sultry murmur, sending vibrations through Seonghwa's core as his fingers continued their dance.

Seonghwa's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through his veins. "Hongjoong." he gasped, the name escaping his lips in a breathy moan.

"That's right," Hongjoong purred, the satisfaction evident in his voice "Such a good boy, taking it all so well.". The praise made Seonghwa keen, his face scrunching up as he felt the tight ball of arousal in his stomach grow. Seonghwa's fingers clutched the sheets beneath him as the tension in his body built to an almost unbearable level. He could feel the heat coiling within him, the pressure reaching its peak. "Hongjoong, please," he begged, his voice a desperate plea.

Hongjoong seemed to revel in Seonghwa's vulnerability, his movements becoming even more intense. He expertly navigated Seonghwa's pleasure, pushing him further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Hongjoong loomed over the man's body, his lips finding purchase once more at Seonghwa's neck, his fingers not once stopping their brutal pace. Almost as if he could feel Seonghwa's climax incoming, Hongjoong began to coach him through it with deep praises falling from his lips directly to his ear.

"You're doing so well darling, must be so overwhelming for you. You'll never have to fake again, I've got you now.". Seonghwa's mind grew fuzzy at Hongjoong's words. He felt the pressure inside of him reach his limit and pulled the shorter man in for a messy kiss, nails dragging down Hongjoong's bicep. In that moment of release, Seonghwa felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Hongjoong, satisfied with his conquest, withdrew his fingers and let Seonghwa devour him, his hand finding a soothing rhythm by rubbing up and down Seonghwa's side.

Hongjoong pulled away from the kiss with a nip to Seonghwa's lips, brushing the hair that clung to the taller man's face out of the way. Seonghwa was left breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the intense experience. Hongjoong hovered over him, his eyes dark and smoldering with a mix of triumph and desire. Hongjoong leaned in closer to Seonghwa's face after giving him a moment to come down from his high.

"Remember, Seonghwa," Hongjoong whispered, his lips brushing against Seonghwa's ear. "That's one." The room was silent, except for the soft sounds of their breathing as they lay entwined. Seonghwa felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—shock, arousal, and a tinge of vulnerability. He turned his head to meet Hongjoong's gaze while he spoke, finding a strange mix of intensity and tenderness in the shorter man's eyes "O-one...". Hongjoong traced a lazy pattern on Seonghwa's chest with his fingertips, the air heavy with the aftermath of their encounter. "There you go darling...ready to keep counting?" he murmured, his voice low and velvety. A weak nod came from Seonghwa, his body melting under Hongjoong's gaze as he prepared for what else the other man had in store. Hongjoong pulled away from Seonghwa once he felt the man was ready, his hands running down his sides till they reached his waist, appreciatively squeezing it.

A mischievous glint flickered in Hongjoong's eyes, and Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of anticipation. Leaning into Hongjoong's touch, a mix of curiosity and excitement building within him. Hongjoong shuffled closer to settle his hips squarely between Seonghwa's thighs. Seonghwa hadn't given Hongjoong's cock much thought before tonight which seemed to be an absolute fucking shame. His eyes widened as he felt Hongjoong's clothed bulge grinding against his wet and sensitive cunt. He could feel Hongjoong throbbing against him which had Seonghwa practically drooling. Seonghwa's eyes wracked over the rest of Hongjoong's body, a pout taking place on his face as he took notice of Hongjoong's still very clothed form while he lay in a naked sweaty mess. "Won't you take something off already?" Seonghwa whined, his thighs squeezing Hongjoong's hips impatiently. Hongjoong arched his brow at the request, his hands stilling.

"So needy Hwa, do you wanna see me that bad?"

"Please Hongjoong" Seonghwa cried out, his hands reaching out to bunch up at the hem of the black shirt hiding Hongjoong's body.

Hongjoong chuckled at Seonghwa's impatience, enjoying the desperation in the other man's voice. With a sly grin, he peeled his hands away from Seonghwa's body, tearing the black shirt away from his body. The fabric slid up Hongjoong's torso, revealing the toned muscles underneath.

"Better?" Hongjoong teased, tossing the shirt aside. His exposed chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Seonghwa's eyes widened, and a pleased hum escaped his lips as he took in the sight before him

"Yeah, but it could be even better." Seonghwa licked his lips as his gaze settled on Hongjoong's bulge once more, biting his lip as Hongjoong pressed closer with another grind. Hongjoong's lips curled into a wicked smile as he relished the way Seonghwa's breath hitched, the subtle shivers that ran through his body.

Hongjoong's hands traced teasing patterns along Seonghwa's sides before returning to his own body, inching closer to the waistband of his jeans. "Let me make it better for you then Hwa" Hongjoong didn't bother tugging the button of his jeans open, opting to tug both the denim and his boxers down in a quick motion. His heavy cock sprung free, slapping back up against his stomach after being freed.

Hongjoong held himself by the base to better control his cock, gently tapping it against Seonghwa's folds. Both men gasped at the contact, another whine bubbling out of Seonghwa as he took the scene before him in.

"What about now darling?" Hongjoong questioned while taking hold of Seonghwa's thighs, pulling them together so that his cock was encased in their warmth, his arms wrapping around Seonghwa's knees to keep them locked together.

Seonghwa's breath caught in his throat as Hongjoong's cock was trapped between his thighs. His thigh muscles tensed at the contact and he could feel the slick warmth pooling at his entrance. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto Hongjoong's, the air charged with a heady mix of anticipation.

"Now," Seonghwa breathed, his voice nothing more than a sultry murmur, "that's perfect." Hongjoong seemed pleased with the response, tightening his hold on Seonghwa's legs with a smirk. "Perfect, huh? You must be having a good time baby, look at you all laid out all pretty for me." As Hongjoong purred down at the man with a heavy gaze, his hips began a slow slide between Seonghwa's thighs, his cock leaking precum all over Seonghwa's tanned skin. Seonghwa's breath hitched at the sensation, his back arching slightly as pleasure surged through him. Each slide of Hongjoong's cock between his thighs dragged the veined underside over Seonghwa's clit, driving the man up the wall as all he could think of was how he ached with emptiness and a desire for Hongjoong to sink into him. "Hongjoong please, I need you" Seonghwa admitted in a weak tone, his voice a breathy whisper over the slick sound of skin on skin.

"I love watching you unravel like this," Hongjoong confessed, growling at Seonghwa's neediness. His hands traveled up Seonghwa's thighs, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. "Tell me what you need from me baby, I wanna hear your pretty voice."

Seonghwa's fingers dug into the sheets beneath him as Hongjoong's movements intensified, the rhythm between them building to a fevered pitch. "Hongjoong! Fuck me! Please, I need you inside me." the slick warmth at Seonghwa's entrance begged for more as each thrust had Hongjoong's heavy balls slapping against his entrance with an added teasing sensation, his body quivering with anticipation. Hongjoong groaned at the pleading tone Seonghwa held, pushing Seonghwa's legs up till his thighs met his chest.

"Fuck," Seonghwa gasped, the new angle overwhelming him. "Just like that, Hongjoong. Please, don't stop."

As Hongjoong bent the older man in half he leaned back in to steal a kiss.

"You're so beautiful like this," Hongjoong whispered, his hips grinding his cock further through his soaked folds at the new angle. "All open for me, giving in to the pleasure."

Seonghwa moaned into the kiss, the taste of Hongjoong on his lips fueling the fire that raged within him. His body responded eagerly as Hongjoong's movements grew more insistent, the delicious friction between them pushing Seonghwa to the edge of bliss. Hongjoong felt his own climax approaching yet he refused to succumb to the feeling, he had more to give Seonghwa and he was not going to let the opportunity go to waste.

The scene before him was like a dream, the many nights he'd spent imagining Seonghwa in his bed as he vigorously fisted his cock were nothing in comparison to having the man beneath him. Hongjoong couldn't tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of Seonghwa, the man he'd yearned for, his muse, now laid bare and vulnerable beneath him. Determination roared to life within Hongjoong, spreading Seonghwa's legs open and attacking the man's clit with two fingers, relishing in the way Seonghwa arched his body into his touch. A second wave of release flooded through Seonghwa's body, crying out loudly as he soaked the sheets beneath them and Hongjoong's hand. With a reeling mind, Seonghwa was quick to cry out in obedience to Hongjoong's demands "Tw-o!"

"Good boy! I didn't have to remind you this time." Hongjoong praised with a smug expression, grabbing the base of his cock once more to align with Seonghwa's hole. He didn't give the many any time to prepare after his second orgasm, breaching his walls slowly with a push of his hips.

Hongjoong's cock slid into Seonghwa with a deliberate pace, each inch claiming the tight warmth that enveloped him. Seonghwa's body tensed and relaxed with each inch, his velvety walls gripping Hongjoong like a vice. Tears pooled at Seonghwa's eyelashes as his body shudder in overstimulation, each drag of Hongjoong's cock left his brain hazy with a mix of pleasure and pain. Seonghwa's hips pushed down desperately to meet each slow thrust Hongjoong gave him.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Hongjoong grunted, his movements growing more fervent. Seonghwa's slick walls gripped him tightly, a perfect fusion of pleasure and restraint.

Seonghwa's head fell back, exposing the vulnerability of his neck. Hongjoong leaned in to capture Seonghwa's lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing in tandem with the rhythm of their bodies. The taste of each other on their lips fueled the fire burning between them. His lips trailed down to the already blooming marks on the expanse of Seonghwa's neck, his tongue laving against his skin with determination to not leave a spot untainted on Seonghwa's tanned skin.

"Hongjoong, too much!" Seonghwa whimpered against Hongjoong's lips. His body craved the relentless dance of pleasure, the need for another release and satisfaction driving him to the brink overpowering the exhaustion creeping up on him.

Hongjoong responded to Seonghwa's plea with an increase in intensity. His hips rocked against Seonghwa with a primal urgency, the slap of their bodies mingling with the symphony of their shared passion.

Seonghwa's senses were on overload, the sensations overwhelming yet addictive. He met each thrust with a desperate hunger, the need for completion, and to please Hongjoong, driving him toward the edge.

Seonghwa's mind was a whirlwind of desire, pleasure, and the intoxicating taste of Hongjoong's lips on his skin. his senses were on overload, the sensations overwhelming yet addictive. He met each thrust with a desperate hunger, the need for completion, and to please Hongjoong, driving him toward the edge. Hongjoong's voice, a sultry blend of need and dominance, whispered promises and demands into Seonghwa's ear which left the man whining and clinging to him, his nails dragging deep red tracks down Hongjoong's back.

"Yes, Hongjoong, please, good for you.." Seonghwa moaned, his voice barely audible amidst the symphony of their shared ecstasy. His legs tightened around Hongjoong's hips, urging him deeper, urging him to push Seonghwa over the precipice once more. Hongjoong's pace quickened, the friction between them reaching an unbearable intensity. Seonghwa's senses were heightened, every touch, every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the coil of tension building within him, the promise of another climax tantalizingly close.

As Hongjoong's fingers found Seonghwa's neglected clit once more, he added a new layer to the onslaught of sensations. The dual stimulation proved to be too much for Seonghwa, his body convulsing with pleasure. His cries filled the room, mingling with Hongjoong's guttural groans. Seonghwa's body arched, a wave of ecstasy crashing over him. He cried out Hongjoong's name, his release triggering Hongjoong's own. The room echoed with their shared climax, their bodies intertwined in the throes of passion. The pair stilled, warmth flooding inside Seonghwa as Hongjoong emptied within him.

Seonghwa's limbs felt like jelly as he lazily encircled Hongjoong's neck with his arms, the smaller man collapsing on top of him from the intensity of his orgasm. Seonghwa lazily pressed his lips to Hongjoong's cheek and jaw in a half-hearted kiss, mumbling against his skin with the last of his brain power "That was three~". Hongjoong broke out into a chuckle as he looked at Seonghwa with fondness, gently maneuvering their bodies so they were lying on their sides. "Did I fuck you stupid? You sound out of it Hwa."

Seonghwa's laughter rumbled through the intimate space they shared, a warm and genuine sound that resonated with the aftermath of their passion. Seonghwa's chest heaved with each breath, his body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter.

"You did, Hongjoong." Seonghwa admitted with a lazy smile, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on Hongjoong's back. "I think I might need a moment to recover, Maybe even a few days."

Hongjoong's hand tenderly brushed a few strands of hair away from Seonghwa's face, his eyes filled with affection. "I think you've deserved some recovery time. So, did I win?"

Seonghwa scoffed, rolling his eyes as he smiled fondly at Hongjoong "Best I've ever had Joongie, although I might need a repeat of tonight...just to be safe."

Hongjoong's grin widened at Seonghwa's playful response. "Oh, you're insatiable, Hwa. How about another day...maybe after we get some dinner?"

Seonghwa's fingers continued their soothing movements on Hongjoong's back, their bodies still intimately connected yet it felt like more than their bodies were tangled together. "Mmm, are you asking me out on a date Joongie?"

Hongjoong's gaze softened, his fingers trailing gently down Seonghwa's arm. "Well, I figure after an evening like this, I oughta try and outdo your other dates in all ways possible. What do you say, Hwa? Dinner, maybe a movie, a second round?"

Seonghwa's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I hope you're up for the challenge then."

Hongjoong leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Seonghwa's lips. "I'm always up to a challenge when it comes to you, Hwa."

Seonghwa melted into the kiss, gently cupping Hongjoong's face as they melded together once more, the kiss becoming heated before being interrupted by a knock at the door that left Hongjoong quickly scrambling to pull Seonghwa's comforter over them while the older called out "W-What?!"

"I hope you're done getting your back blown out because Yeosang says the both of you need to come help clean up!" Wooyoung called out before peeking his head through the door with a shit-eating grin "Did you have fun?~"

"Wooyoung, Get out!" Seonghwa cried out, fumbling for something on his nightstand to send flying at the man's head. The door quickly closed as hyena laughs drifted off down the hallway.

Seonghwa groaned, burying his face in his hands as Hongjoong erupted into laughter beside him. "I swear, that guy has no sense of privacy," Seonghwa muttered.

Hongjoong, still chuckling, reached over to retrieve his abandoned shirt from the floor, tugging it back over his head. "Duty calls, it seems."

Seonghwa sighed, casting a mock glare at the closed door. "This isn't over Kim Hongjoong." setting his gaze on the man with red cheeks. "I'd hope not Hwa, Now hurry up." Hongjoong held a goofy smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to Seonghwa's head, slipping out the door.

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Very interesting idea about dfo kunieda - could you share your thoughts on it please?

alright so...

afo never planned on ever having a kid so when he finds out his partner is pregnant he's oh....! (he forgot things like pregnancy can happen with unprotected sex, but he defends himself by saying he was having too much fun at the time to think properly!)

but despite this unexpected development he's interested to see what being a father is like and offers a big sum to the other parent if they proceed with this and give all custody to him, which they agree to if course. said baby comes and afo is very doting and loving and all he talks about is this baby..... for about a week. he was hoping to feel some sort of spark? some fatherly affection that people always talk about. he didn't though, he feels apathetic and he's getting bored and restless being at home when there's a quirk with a rebellious brother within it to catch.

of course this is his flesh and blood and by extension a part of him, so he's not going to abandon it, it's going to stay with a nanny who works for him that has experience taking care of children. he'll provide resources to allow it to grow and thrive, but he is not going to play an active role in its life. maybe someday after he succeeds in getting ofa and taking power he will try to attempt to bond with his son again and see if he feels any affection then, but for now it'll be fine without him.

so little kunieda spends the first four years of his life being raised by a nanny and with limited access to the outside world. he's told his father provides everything and keep an close eye on his progress, but any further questions he may have about said father are never answered. he hopes as a young child that his father may visit him in person some day.

well afo's plans of being the absent father change when kunieda gets his quirk at the tender age of four, when he's notified by henchmen, who were sent to check in as the nanny didn't send her report to him, that she's dead and her body is some sort of plant... along with a distraught child who won't come out of his room.

afo decides to handle this himself in person and is intrigued, this must be the child's quirk. he's at that ripe age where children develop them, and what an interesting quirk too. he manages to coax the child into coming out and introduces himself as his father. he soothes him and finds out what happened between the child's sobs, it was an accident apparently. but afo assures him that it's nothing to be worried about and it was actually quite impressive, he takes him in where he starts playing more of an active role in his development.

kunieda's childhood with afo is essentially afo encouraging him to give into his more darker urges and not to be afraid to use his quirk on people (after all look how beautiful and big those plants bloom when using human flesh as nutrients). a lot of what afo believes in he passes down to his own son who learns eagerly from his father. he fully buys into believing his father is some type of savior for this world, doesn't help he was educated by some of afo's own cultists. affection is something to be earned not something freely given. so kunieda often goes out of his own way to please his father which afo enjoys. as he grows up he's given his own place in afo's organization as an personal assassin of afo's. it doesn't earn him any special privileges, in fact he has to work harder than the average minion for approval as afo is a lot harsher towards him as he expects nothing less than perfection and unwavering loyalty from his own offspring.

later he ends up in tartarus because he got caught up in all mights crusade in capturing all those closest to afo, though heroes don't find out that's his son. afo is too busy to bother breaking him out and everything that's in canon happens and he doesn't get freed until afo's own breakout in prison and we'll you know the rest.

might be kind of vague at points, but thats my idea on how this au would go.

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Night in Monteriggioni

Summary: Based off of an email in ACB from Shaun bc I'm sad and I miss Shaundes </3

Pairing: Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings

Characters: Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings, Rebecca Crane, Lucy Stillman

Note: this probably has mistakes bc it's 3 am so shhh

The Animus shield flickered open, Desmond reaching towards his face when sitting up from the cushioned time machine. Lucy chimed out, "Welcome back Desmond!" Desmond stood and shook his nerves out from the previous Ezio session, stress still lingered on his mind from Ezio's own stress due to Claudia's close call at the Rosa in Fiore. Desmond stretched and rubbed his hands against his arms, trying to fight against the cold Sanctuary they camped out in.

Shaun typed away at his laptop, sleep was absent from his schedule recently. The assassin's losing contact all around the world didn't sit well with the crew. Especially in the cold quiet cave below the Villa Auditore. Desmond approached Altaïr's statue, mind still foggy with Ezio's memories with the sudden wave of mystery and curiosity. He hadn't checked his emails in a while and it had been a while since he actually touched a piece of technology other than the Animus. Crossbows and swords weren't his thing.

When he typed in his password, his inbox pulled up and a message thread between the four of them from Shaun;

"Colleagues,

We have been cooped up in this dungeon for ages. I feel it's best for both our sanity and productivity if we go into town tonight and enjoy the local colour.

A bit of wine and maybe some music.

S."

Desmond started typing, intrigued by the mention of drink and the escape from the musty cave. He responded quickly with a, 'Yes and thank you' to get the point through. Shaun turned to the other three surrounding him, "It's almost 5. So it's now or never and I'm not sure how much longer I can sit in this scummy hole of a sanctuary." Desmond crossed his arms, "It used to be a lot nicer. Trust me." Shaun rolled his eyes and gathered himself, his body aching from his hunched stature. Lucy stood as well, shutting off her laptop, "I agree. Desmond, are you experiencing any visions or drowsiness right now?" Desmond shook his head, half lying. He was exhausted of course but the bleeding effect had become so present it seemed like a normality.

Rebecca cracked her knuckles and stretched when approaching the other three, "I'm ready, let's head out!" They all made their way up the Sanctuary's never-ending staircase, all collectively stretching out a long breath from the fresh air. The sky was prickled with stars and a slow moon as they all traveled to the streets of the town.

The bar they reached was a relatively unpopular bar, hoping to keep some sort of low profile while enjoying themselves. They all agreed beforehand to just keep their ear pieces in and leave their altered phones in the Villa. Desmond ordered their drinks, cute little wine glasses with garnishes matching all their tastes. Lucy and Rebecca stayed to their conversations, mostly about tech savvy things and certain serious topics for when they returned home. Shaun and Desmond dipped silently at the other half of the bar. Desmond questioned if he was even awake, his body stiff and mind wandering off again. Shaun snapped his fingers, "Des, don't fall asleep at the bar. You're going to get us kicked out." Desmond shook his head as he smirked and sipped more of his wine. He couldn't get his mind off of how much had happened in the past weeks, he still couldn't believe it. He was relieved to have such great people surrounding him and supporting him.

Still he felt trapped within a simulation.

Shaun finished his wine first, again. Desmond wasn't surprised, keeping up with those databases and monitoring Ezio's memories became so time consuming. The Brit bit down on his orange slice garnish, finishing it in one bite and looked to Desmond, "I'm put off by how slowly you're drinking. Are you sure you're okay?" Desmond nodded hesitantly grabbing his glass again and downing the rest with a squint in his eyes, "I'll be fine after a few more." Shaun raised an eyebrow and ordered two more glasses, shorter this time to refrain from overdoing it.

Desmond's glass slammed down onto the wooden bar, trying to freshen his mind. 'What will Ezio do next?' 'Claudia got initiated quickly.' 'Fuck Cesare, he's a dick.' Shaun noticed his odd silence again until he noticed the music kicking up into something they all knew, Fooled Around and Fell in Love was a classic road trip song they'd click on during their drive from Florence to Monteriggioni. The slow rhythm got them all in this sweet slow vibe they all enjoyed. Rebecca rushed to the dancing area, joining a few other people that lingered in the bar. Lucy followed Rebecca and swirled around her, tipsily rocking her head and shoulders to the music. Desmond smiled as the familiar tune played and the girls dancing made him smile a little wider, but what was to happen next confused him.

Shaun stood and held out his hand to Desmond, his bar stool swung around away from the bar. Desmond placed his hand slowly into Shaun's. The redhead shook his head and threw himself and Desmond to the dance floor, lost in the small crowd as the lyrics played back in their heads. Desmond wasn't sure what to do, Shaun took the lead by grasping his hands around Desmond's to forcefully place them onto his hips and then quickly resting them around Desmond's neck. Desmond smiled and rose tinted his cheeks, the undertone of the dance lights highlighting his features, "Are you drunk?" Desmond asked within the space between them, loud enough so they could hear each other. Shaun laughed and squeezed closer as they shuffled their feet to the slowness of the music, "Are you? You haven't retracted from my presence yet." Desmond smiled, his scar so visible within this light, "Well I like this song and you so it's a win-win I suppose." Shaun routinely rolled his eyes at the ditsy man.

Desmond sighed as the music flowed through the atmosphere. He pressed his forehead against Shaun's, leaning into his body while he hooked his hands around Shaun's hips. He let himself disappear within the music, Shaun, and the bar's aura. Shaun raised his hands from the lower of Desmonds neck to underneath his ears and pulled him in for their soft kiss. Desmond leaned into it without hesitation or resistance, naturally fitting his shape to Shaun's. Shaun smiled into the press of Desmond's lips. Desmond made sure to thank Shaun later for pushing the group to get out and enjoy their night.

The song faded out as Desmond pulled away from Shaun, his hands still hooked onto him, refusing to release. Rebecca and Lucy approached snickering playfully at their loving display, "I think we should be heading back. Can't be out for too long." Lucy noted, pushing her blonde hair back after it fell out of her bun from their relaxing night. Shaun released his grip on Desmond and dug in his pocket for a couple euros and slid them to the bartender before they exited.

The night sky had become painted with more stars and the moon was higher, the view back made the groups night complete. Desmond couldn't help but cling on to Shaun while they walked back. For balance of course.

[leggerefiore]

Your Cyrus content literally makes my day every time I love it so much. Do you have any more baby Cyllene and dad Cyrus moments? Like interactions between them or whatnot

anon handed me the key to make him a dilf again

“Guh-guh…” the baby girl gurgled out while sitting on her father's lap. Her almost eerily stern face pointed up at Cyrus as he observed her curiously. He felt amazed to consider that she was already nine months into her life and completely had cemented her existence in his own. He would almost be distressed at the speed at which his attachment took place, but the Galactic Boss had come to the answer that she must be soke kind of being greater than he. “Dah-dah?” her tiny hand gripped his sleeve tightly.

“Is something the matter, Cyllene?” he responded to her babbling. She went silent for a moment, seemingly debating something in her head. Or maybe not. He needed to check her developmental checkpoints again. She then tried to move his hand to her mouth, which he stopped her from doing. “… I would prefer if we would not do that,” Cyrus spoke softly. She froze for a moment before trying it again.

~

Cyrus tried to enter the apartment quietly, fully aware that it was late. You and Cyllene must have gone to bed hours ago. Pulling away from his work had been difficult, between the requests made of him by both International Police and Cynthia, but he had managed to finally return home. He had bright this on himself, he supposed. The only reason he had not been arrested was due to Cynthia vouching for him, seemingly convinced he could change.

Whether he would or not, he felt unchanged. Giratina had only proven another piece in his puzzle. His internal contemplation in the entryway was interrupted by the sound of bare feet tapping against the wood floor. A door suddenly opened to reveal a tiny form sneaking through the darkness. He saw the toddler look back and forth before landing on him. A sigh left him as Cyllene rushed to stand before him. Her arms went straight in the air.

He picked her up with ease, feeling her arms come around his neck as her face buried itself in his shoulder. “Hello, Cyllene,” his voice was a soft rumble, still mindful of the fact you were likely asleep, “I believe it is quite past your bedtime, is it not?”

“I wanted to see you…” her tiny voice was slightly shaky. The beginnings of tears swelling in her eyes. He gently bounced her and shushed her when tiny hiccups started coking from her.

“I'm here now,” he reassured her, “Everything is alright…” His hand rubbed slow circles into her back as he held her to his body. You had mentioned her wanting to see him earlier. He felt his heart stinging with pain. Distant memories threatened to touch the forefront of his mind. “… Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” He needed to make these feelings leave.

She pulled away only to eagerly nod her head.

Her attachment to him only made his heart hurt more.

~

It was a strange feeling to have one's baby daughter be absolutely adored by their staff. Cyrus could only watch as his commanders seemingly surrounded the small girl as she sat on the floor of his office playing with her toys.

Saturn stood frozen by her glare when he first entered the office to deliver some paperwork, before becoming intrigued by her. It was Cyrus's glare that scared him off. Mars then entered and instantly started gushing over her, cooing over her hair and trying to pinch her cheeks. Cyllene seemed momentarily frightened before enjoying the attention, especially when she started to play with her. Cyrus allowed for this, knowing that he was too busy to engage her and the two were clearly having fun.

Though, he felt oddly jealous when he saw a big smile on Cyllene's face as Mars made her giggle. He suddenly found something for her to do and dismissed her before deciding to take a break. Joining her on the floor, he felt himself awkwardly playing with her. At least her smile was directed at him instead. The strange jealousy faded almost instantly.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update - 01/07/2024

Nerdie! Happy New Year! How was your first week of 2024?

….I could have used more sleep, but it wasn’t horrible. Just okay overall. There were a few high points. I'm getting organized in life and in fanfiction.

That's a good thing. You're taking your planning seriously? This is The Way. So what's on the way? *laughs at their poor joke*

Don't abuse The Way like that. It's to be respected! But that did earn a giggle. Anyway...

1. The New Year began with all the Pickled Peñas! The @pickled-pena challenge fics were posted on 01/01 but by using the tag: trickle pickle you can still write a Pickled Peña fic if you so choose until January 31st. All Pickle Peña fics are listed here.

2. I finished my Space smut with feelings series Sard’ika Sessions. 🥰 You never forget your first series. It’s quite special, I feel I represented Din well and bent The Creed but didn’t remove any helmets prematurely. I put in all the feelings I wanted (because smut can have feelings too!) And Din saying the things that I giggled and squealed as I wrote them. 😘 This is The Way. Din had his way, all the ways. 🥰

3. Working on WIPs via the WIP Tag/Ask game which @trulybetty got me into. I thank her for including me. I may need to work on some of those titles.

Pedro characters from the WIP list include:

Dave York (4 from the list - guess which ones)

Marcus Pike (has 2)

Dieter Bravo (has 3)

Frankie Morales (@i-own-loki he's not dying)

Joel Miller (Frankie and he are tied for one each)

Din Djarin (one as well)

New characters to my writing:

Benny Miller (one listed, 2-3 not listed)

Santiago Garcia (two listed)

When I turn my brain off after coming home. I note different ideas or vibes I had. Sometimes there's bullet points, sentences or just a few words and a description. @tinytinymenace also has this same issue.

Well, there are three people to thank for plunge into the York Pit. The first, is @goodwithcheese with her asks to be about Dave which lead me to write 3-4 paragraphs to each ask. Also her end of the year confessional. Which is hilarious because apparently the way I misspelled someone’s name (I won’t say who, I feel embarrassed about it still 😣) was specific to me. It should also be noted, that maybe one of the two people I’ll mention next reblogged it saying they may know who it is and to DM them. So subtle, and I laughed because my reaction was, “How did they know?!” 🤣 The person who pointed out the spelling error was @for-a-longlongtime who should be a PI 🕵️ and had encouraged me to start writing the Dave cat-mouse fic. As for the reblog, that was the sweet @legendary-pink-dot who I’m not sure if it was my spelling mistake or the way I write. Special mention goes to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for her recent Dave York fic Inamorata

So your friends seem extremely observant!

That they are! If you want to learn about physics, keeping track of where body parts are and tantalizing smut you read Adi’s Nothing that I Didn’t Know she’s going to have more and we’re going to need all the hydration. Dot ran the Catfish Pond PhD Degree program in 2023. She knows our dear Frankie “Catfish” Morales exceptionally well, every curl and freckle I’m pretty sure. Both very smart and eagle- eyed ladies. 👀

Sounds like we should check both of them out! They sound like a blast!

They both are! And so is Megan when she and @trulybetty when they aren’t trying to get us all under control and herd cats and organize things. 😅 Or maybe they are with threats usually, but nice ones. You gotta be there.

We don’t know what to make of that. We’re concerned but intrigued.

As am I most of the time. It’s a good place to be. 😎

Making her update long enough, Hornado hooligan departs!

Wait, what does that name mean?

Ask @mysterious-moonstruck-musings and @undercoverpena they know, they’re both menaces. ❤️❤️

Love Nerdie 💕

[transboysokka]

starting to post some of my abandoned wips so i dont feel like i completely wasted my time. If anyone wants to take this idea and run for it, PLEASE go ahead!

this was going to be a modern Zukka AU taking place during Ghost Month in Taiwan. Also trans Sokka. There were a lot of moving parts that just didn't come together. It drew inspiration from Druck Season 3 and also Marry My Dead Body somewhat

Zuko was going to slowly fall for this guy he met but actually it turns out he's a ghost and now they're attached. That was gonna be a Huge Reveal lol. Ghost Month is coming to an end but now Zuko is in love and can't lose Sokka so he agrees to a ghost marriage. They maybe live happily ever after? I hadn't had it all planned out lol.

Character backgrounds:

zuko is half-Taiwanese (his mom is from Tainan but his dad is a famous Japanese businessman). He’s run away from home w Iroh so they live in a little place in like Sanchong or st bc it’s really the only area they can afford

Iroh owns a bubble tea shop that’s quite reputable in the community but it’s really no big deal at all bc there’s thousands of them around

Meanwhile Azula lives w her dad in that corkscrew apartment building by Taipei 101. You know, the one that EVERYONE knows houses all the rich and famous ppl in town and has a specific elevator dedicated to bringing your car up to your living room

Sokka and Katara are half First Nations Canadian and half Indigenous Taiwanese- probably Paiwan. because how awesome would that be. They came to the city for college but stuck around. Sokka worked at a math cram school and Katara works in a medical clinic. Her dad is super proud!

Sokka died tragically recently in a car accident

Katara lives in Ximen with Suki who does ballroom and is a personal trainer by day. She’s Sokka’s ex AND Katara’s ex lollll

Suki is Japanese

Aang originally came from Nepal to study in college but he stuck around to work for a big international NGO. He has a big sheepdog Appa and Momo is a cat. It’s a nightmare for his landlord. He lives in Da’an near the park, which is great to give Appa space to play

Toph is Chinese. She grew up in Xinyi with her parents, rich Chinese businesspeople who moved permanently to Taiwan right before Toph was born. She ran away from home during college and is living with Aang right now

ok the beginning of the plot outline:

It’s Ghost Month

Zuko is kind of a depressed weird stoner. Lives with Jet, Haru, and Song in a flatshare.

Haru is actually super gay

So Zuko is dating Jin and is soooo not feeling it. 

Goes to G Star? one night, hangs out outside, feels a tap on his shoulder and looks over his shoulder. It’s sokka asking for a lighter and zuko is so intrigued by him 

Zuko starts cancelling plans w his gf just to hang w Sokka who is super mysterious 

Like Jin was gonna come over to have sex but Zuko really doesnt want to but then Sokka ends up coming over and theyre gonna watch a movie together omg?? But then suddenly Sokka is gone.

All his guy friends (Jet, Haru) are way more into girls than he is

Zuko has a party, invites Sokka. Sokka shows up with Katara and Zuko is like omg ew he has a gf

Weird and distant the whole party

Ignores Jin and she gets wasted

One of Haru’s friends tries to dance w him and he gets super weird

Has a weird panic attack, goes to get high alone

Comes back out when everyone is gone, Sokka is still here cleaning up

They kind of have a moment, Sokka sees how fucked up he is

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” “You mean Katara? Katara is my sister.”

They stare at each other quietly for a minute and ALMOST KISS but then song comes home fighting with her boyfriend omg. The moment has been ruined it’s over now, noooooo

Nobody else up to this point has seen or interacted with Sokka (other than Katara but Zuko didn’t interact with Katara either)

and yeah idk

this would have been FUCKING EPIC

i might come back to it one day but yeah take it if you want