#them both being completely naked in the hot tub

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick’s little ohmygod! is so funny. He sounds stressed as hell

#also #them both being completely naked in the hot tub #while in a room with all their friends #freaky fucks #dick grayson #koriand'r #starfire #Nightwing #dickkory

[sabosbabygirl]

🛁 Bath Time 🛁

-Zoro x Fem!Reader/You -NSFW, Sex, Bathtub, Soft, 1.8K words

“Zoro, take a bath you stink,” you tell him while plugging your nose. The man’s smell is unbearable. He’s always this way, smelling of alcohol and sweat. It’s like the man only washes with water. 

He huffs, buffing out his chest slightly, “You act like I smell horrendous. Plus I like how manly I smell,” he stares at you and a tiny smirk at the corner of his lips form. 

“Please!! For the love of G-”, Zoro cuts you off, “How about this. I’ll take a bath, if you join me,” he raised an eyebrow and stood there waiting for you to answer. 

You look at him, a slight blush forms. It was a strange request, he normally doesn’t ask this. But if there was a way to get him to bathe and actually use soap then why not?! Plus it’s not like you are against it….being able to bathe and you both nak- you blush at your thoughts and finally reply, “Fine. I will bathe with you.” 

Zoro nods and heads to the bathroom. Deep down he is smiling but he wasn’t going to show, at least not right now.

You could feel yourself become nervous. This was something completely different, you two aren’t even dating. Also compared to the other women in the Straw Hats and the ones that hit on him, you weren’t skinny with big boobs like them. You were thick. Thick thighs, butt and a stomach pouch. Maybe this was all wrong or -

“You coming?” he didn’t turn around when he asked the question but he was aware that you weren’t following him. 

“Oh,” your thoughts were broken and you quickly followed him into the bathroom. Nervous was an understatement. 

In the Bathroom

Zoro fills the tub with hot water while you put bubbles in. At least it would be something to help clean his scent for a moment until he actually bathed. 

Zoro’s eye was on you the entire time, he nodded at what you did and without warning he began to strip. Taking off every layer of clothing: shirt, pants, boxers. He stood completely naked which caused you to blush even more. You knew the man was fit, you always saw his chest but seeing the rest of his body: GOOD LORD!!! He was thick in all the right places: thighs and cock. 

He sunk into the hot bath and a small groan escaped his mouth. His hands were on the sides of the tub and he let his head fall back, enjoying the heat of the water on his aching muscles. He opened his eye and looked over at you, “Well? Get in,” his voice isn't rough but it wasn’t soft either. There was a certain desire and demand in his voice. Like he truly wanted you in there. 

You looked down, normally you are confident, but this felt different. This felt more intimate. 

Zoro noticed your hesitation and breathed, “You don’t have to join me if you aren’t comfortable, but you could come a little closer,” his voice was rough but not mean. He sounded like he normally does. Although you detected some hint of sadness or disappointment. 

You nodded and went closer to the bathtub. You knelt down so that you were right at the side of the bathtub, your breath hitting his arm. He looked at you and patted you on the head before he reached for the soap and started rubbing it on his body. Your cheeks turned red and your eyes widened. A pat?! But also he is using soap?!?! “I use soap…sometimes,” he jokes as he sees your eyes widen and he lathers his chest down. Since he is sitting in the tub you can only see his chest which to your surprise you felt disappointed…perhaps the same feeling he had about you not getting into the bathtub with him. 

Breaking your chain of thought, “So why are you self-conscious? You aren’t fat or ugly..” his words hit you like a brick. He stared at you. Several seconds go by. What do you say?! Do you cry that you don’t look like the other women: skinny and big boobed?! Do you shrug it off?! What is the proper response? Zoro sighs, “Okay don’t answer me. I’m sure you have some sort of weird reason. But I think you look good and those thighs…” he trails off and looks away from you, his cheeks getting red ever so slightly. 

Zoro was blushing!!! BLUSHING!! AT YOU!! Not just at anything or is normal weirdness but at you. You, your thighs, were causing him to turn red. 

It’s like the confidence came back to you all at once. You stood up and undressed yourself like he did. Zoro turned his head looking at you, his blush was very visible. He swallowed hard. Your body was everything: thick, juicy, and beautiful. 

“Get in now. Please,” his whispered. Zoro did his best to stop himself from blushing but he couldn’t. He already liked your presence, mind and humor and now your body, it was icing on the cake for him. He looked down and his hands went into the bathtub. He was trying his best to his, now hard cock, out of sight from you. 

You being the overthinker that you are, “Should I get in this way or-”, Zoro’s arms reach up and grab you, pulling you into the bathtub. 

You enter the bathtub, your ass sitting on him so that your back is against his chest. You could feel his hardness and it only made your insides twitch. Zoro’s arms wrapped you and he placed his head against your back. “You are so beautiful y/n,” his voice was low. He pressed his lips to your back. Chills went down your spine and you felt his hardness grow more. 

Zoro’s lips kissed the back of your neck softly, “Y/N, I’ve always wanted you. Not just your body but your entire being. I may not be the smartest but I can promise you I’d treat you the bestest,” although his grammar was wrong you couldn’t help but smile. He was confessing. His confession was honestly better than most. 

“I like you too,” your voice was slightly shaky but also filled with want. His hard cock pressing against your ass and his arms wrapped around your stomach wasn’t helping. The bath water was still hot and there was an undefined amount of silence after you said those words. You started to wonder if he was even listening…

“So our feelings are mutual, then would this be okay,” it was like a question but he didn’t wait for an answer, his hands slid down your stomach and over your thick thighs. You felt him moan against the back of your neck. His calloused hands continued feeling your thick thighs, up and down, squeezing them gently. His cock pressed harder against your ass and a groan escaped his mouth. 

You’d be lying if you didn’t say that you were also turned on. His big, strong, calloused hands felt so good on your thighs. Your nipples began to get hard from the pleasure you were feeling in just his touch. 

“MMM, your thighs are so nice, y/n,” his lips pressed against your neck again. This time you moaned softly. Zoro’s hands slid down, closer to your precious flower. You bite your lip and feel his cock pulse against your ass. 

Zoro’s hands stop right at the entrance of your flower. His fingers teasingly rubbing your inner thigh. He leaned into your ear, “Just give me the word…” his whisper was filled with desire and his cock pulsed multiple times against your ass. 

Your entire body heated up hotter than the bath water. You leaned completely back on him. Your back pressed against his chest and your head on his shoulder. Zoro looked at you, waiting, as his fingers gently rubbed your inner thigh..so close to the entrance of your flower. 

“Please,” you voice soft and quiet..

Zoro nodded and one his hands slid all the way to your entrance, tracing your flower’s folds. His eye watched you bite your lip. Your insides twisting with excitement. He slips two fingers between the folds and presses against your clit. His pressure was just enough to make you pulse. His fingers rubbed your clit, gently. 

“Mmm,” you moaned softly as his eyes rolled back from the touch of your clit against his fingers. 

His cock throbbed against your ass, “I”m not gonna last long,” his whispered in your ear. 

The want. The desire. The feel. All of it was so much. You knew you wouldn’t last long either. Just these few moments of him rubbing your clit, already made you orgasm. 

“That’s fine. I just want you inside me,” your words were music to his ears. His calloused, big, strong hands moved to your ass, lifting you slightly up and placing you back down. Your flower opened up taking in his entire shaft as he placed you back on his lap. Both of you moaned out in unison. 

His cock was thick and long, you felt his tip hit you so perfectly. The walls of your flower stretch because of his size. 

Zoro has no intention of going fast or hard. His hands were gripping your hips and moving you slowly and softly up and down his shaft. He was enjoying this moment. To him, the slower and more softly you go the more intimate it feels. 

Your entire body leaned even further on him. The slowness was driving you mad but felt so fucking good. Your moans kept filling the bathroom. The soft grinding caused some of the water to spill onto the floor. 

He slid one hand from your hip to your breast, gripping it gently as his thumb massaged your nipple. He placed his lips against your neck. The entire movement was beautiful. 

His cock was throbbing hard inside you. He was close. His thumb massaged your nipple a little faster and his teeth nibbled your neck. “Fuck, I’m close..” he softly growled as he nibbled your neck again. 

Your hands grip the sides of the bathtub as you feel his cock throb and hit against your g spot. His thumb massaging your nipple sent another wave of pleasure throughout your entire body. You couldn’t help but moan loudly, “I am too”. 

His lips travel to your shoulder and he bites down hard as your eyes roll back as both of you hit ecstasy and orgasm at the same time. 

He releases his teeth from your shoulder and his thumb stops massaging your sensitive nipple. Both of you were quiet, enjoying the moment. He stays inside you. Feeling the warmth of your guys' liquids mixing together. You stayed leaning back on him as his head is buried into your neck. 

After a few long moments, he raises his head, “If this is how bathing is always going to be, I may just bathe everyday,” he smirked and kissed your cheek, “As long as you’re in here with me of course.” 

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[melodymunson]

Gator Tillman x fem reader headcanons

NSFW included some fluff and mutual pining.

Just some simple head canons of fem! reader and Gator Tillman (Fargo season 5) and their life together. (Spoiler-free)

I belong to you

Word count: 1,586 words

Ao3 link for the headcanons

-Gator and you met when you started working at the station. It was lust at first sight.

-He loved striking up conversations with you about anything just to talk because you mesmerized him.

-When you exchanged numbers he would call you at random times just to tell you how you were on his mind, that he was thinking about you.

-On any given weekday he would send you chocolates or flowers just because.

-When you worked until late at night he would make sure you got home safely by driving you home, especially during the cold and long winter nights.

-One random weekend he would just show up at your house unannounced spying on you from outside your bathroom and bedroom window with binoculars.

-For a while, he would play this game with you in the shadows. Unbeknownst to him you knew he was watching you and you put on a show for him.

-When his secret was out and you confronted him about it you decided to make things more official. A proper date was set up and you went out.

-The date was pretty special to both of you. You had the dinner reserved for a special dinner just the two of you. After you did some stargazing.

-Back at your place you enjoyed some drinks by the fireplace and had a shower together.

-The sex was mind-blowing, to say the least. You had wild and kinky sex whenever possible. On the kitchen table, on the couch, a faux fur rug by the fireplace, in his police car, at work on your desk, in his office against the wall, in the shower, the hot tub jacuzzi.

-You opened him up to new things since he was pretty sexually inexperienced. He loved to please you more than any other partner. He loved to do that special thing with his tongue that drove you crazy.

-Besides being a natural at eating you out, Gator loved it when you rode him and tied him up, blindfolded him, and restrained him.

-The Kama Sutra became a kink book you frequently referenced and used for new positions.

-You would roleplay the cop completely in uniform and Gator the criminal. This would lead to you handcuffing him and riding him for several rounds until he begged for mercy.

-You had started sneaking into his house wearing a Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas mask and he would end up wearing his Jack Skellington mask and you would fuck the night away.

-Long nights by the fireplace just talking with some red wine was a great way to unwind with him. Gator told you so much about his life growing up and being the son of Roy Tillman.

-Gator just loved to be with you and do anything with you. Everything together was fun and you loved the way he looked at you.

-Everything about him was sexy even the way he vaped. Something about him smoking was just alluring to you.

-During the holidays you would decorate together especially for Halloween because it was one of his favorite holidays.

-You go all out with the Christmas lights during the wintertime and have spiked hot chocolate. Gator puts up all the outside house lights himself.

-It's a tradition to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in December together while wearing your NBC masks.

-Eventually, Gators posters of naked women were taken down and replaced by sexy pictures of you. When he saw it he masturbated to it and told you.

-You rewarded Gator by giving him the occasional nude Polaroid and putting them in random places like his bathroom, kitchen, car, his desk.

-Sex with him was never boring and he was far from vanilla most nights.

-When you got angry or Gator did, you had the craziest and wild, passionate sex.

-Car sex was one thing you both loved. It just felt so good to fuck with the smell of leather seats.

-Sometimes you would have a quickie in a semi-public space or give him a handjob under the table.

-Sometimes he would finger you in a restaurant under the table or use a control for your vibrating panties.

-There were so many toys you bought to enhance your sex life you even got a sex room.

-A custom-made fleshlight was made for Gator to use shaped like your pussy.

-A dildo was made from a mold of his cock you used whenever he wasn't around.

-On days off you would go with Gator for long car rides and give him road head or a handjob.

-Spontaneous trips with no real destination were romantic and you always managed to find something to do together.

-Gator loved your body and kissed every single inch. Letting you know just how special you are to him.

-Candles and incense were lit often especially when you took baths together or in the bedroom.

-Even though Gator loved to top, you could easily put him in his place to be submissive to you.

-Both of you brought out the kinkiest side in each other. It was fun to try new positions and so many toys.

-If either of you were blindfolded, you would put your trust in the other and use safe words if necessary. Sometimes it was gentle together, other times rough.

-When he got a promotion at work, you made sure to give him the best head which turned into 69'ing together.

-Gator would love most to push you face down and take you from behind as he slapped your ass.

-Eventually, you convinced him to let you peg him.

-He's obsessed with your breasts always grabbing them and playing with them, using them as pillows.

-Gator loves to sext with you getting each other riled up for later in the bedroom.

-He loves metal and rock n roll. He plays it a lot and makes sexy heavy metal playlists for you.

-No other woman managed to make him this happy and you were the only one for him.

-Being with Gator was all you wanted. He knew your desires, turn-offs, your favorite things, and even small things about you.

-With him, you were in good hands and you could trust him to serve, honor, and protect you.

-When he proposed it was on your 2nd anniversary at your favorite restaurant. Hearing you say yes brought so much joy to him.

-The day came to move in together and you settled upon a nice cozy cabin in the woods.

-It was decided you would get a dog together for protection. It was a black labrador and he was named Gator Jr.

-Eventually, you got matching tattoos on your shoulders of infinity symbols with two entwining hearts.

-You'd go to the local drive-in together and see the newest action or thriller movie or comedy. Sometimes they'd play classic movies and you would see a double feature.

-Most nights he would have a beer and you'd enjoy wine in the hot tub.

-You'd star gaze together and wish on shooting stars, even naming stars after each other.

-Gator planned on having a nice family and one that wasn’t like the broken home he had come from.

-Being a sheriff meant he was to protect the people but he was the most protective of you the love of his life.

-Each anniversary was better than the last and he would lavish you with massages and gifts.

-Gator felt like you were his whole world and didn't know what he would do without you.

-Gator loved your touch, your beauty, and he doted on you.

-The best and biggest diamond ring was given to you on your wedding day.

-Your wedding was small at the local courthouse and your honeymoon was in California.

-Soon you were pregnant with fraternal twins, a boy, and a girl.

-Pregnant sex with Gator was intense in a good way he'd love how big your breasts got and loved to have you on top riding him.

-Kissing him always felt so good and so right. You could just kiss for hours and hold each other not a care in the world.

-Gator would always give the best full body and foot massages especially when you were pregnant.

-Sex was different but in a good way during your pregnancy and your breasts got even bigger which he loved.

-The twins were delivered in October at the hospital with Gator by your side.

-For 2 months you both took time off work to be with your babies.

-The kids got an at-home caretaker part-time and you did more work from home.

-Life was so much better with your beautiful twins and they received so much love.

-Eventually, you moved the family across the country to Nevada where it was warmer and away from his past.

-The kids and you as well as Gator would do family costumes for Halloween. One year you were the Sally to his Jack, and the kids were Zero the dog.

-A scrapbook was made for the twins with so many keepsakes and memories and many pictures of them and the family.

-Family life and being a father was perfect for Gator. He loved everything about fatherhood.

-As your caring husband, he did whatever it took to protect you and the town was lucky to have someone like Gator.

-Every holiday was special and your family made your days so much better.

-Gator now had the best family he could ever ask for and he felt like the luckiest man alive.

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[judethejudas]

‘Bath time’ COD Ghost x Male! Top! Reader Smut

Ghost may be in charge anywhere else but with you?

That was strictly your job.

And he had no problem with that.

WARNING: highly sexual themes, swearing.

MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Your hand waded in the bath water, testing its temperature and finding it to be just right. It was more on the hot side but you decided tonight was to be your ‘spa’ day. Can’t have a cold bath if you wanted to relax.

You figured your boyfriend needed one too.

Smiling, you grabbed the scented Epsom salts and poured a generous amount into the bath. It was mainly for Simon, since he was certain to have suffered some sort of injury or intense muscle aches that required a good soaking.

He would never tell you himself.

That he was in any sort of pain, big or small.

‘My boyfriend, the most stubborn man alive..’ You laughed a little as you sprinkled flower petals into the bath. May as well take it all the way and make it look pretty.

Speaking of the man, you wondered why you sent him out for wine in the first place. Everything had to be perfect when it came to you so it was no doubt that he was going to take a year to find a good bottle of wine.

The water would get cold.

You made a decision to enjoy a little bit of the warm water yourself. Your hand went to work on sliding the bathrobe off, already having taken off your clothes prior to coming into the bathroom. You dipped one leg into the bath— before fully enveloping your body in the heat.

You let out a big sigh and quickly sunk deeper in, propping your arms up to lay atop the edges of the tub.

Now all you needed was some wine and your handsome man.

You closed your eyes and hummed to yourself, trying your best not to fall asleep in there or else Simon would be quite upset if you drowned.

You chuckled. He was allowed to be worried about you at all times but you couldn’t worry for him even in the slightest? You recalled dropping a knife while you two were cooking one time and he gave you a lecture about being careful and that you could have cut your toe off.

Then he had to make a joke about just tossing any dismemberment into the dinner because you can’t waste good meat.

You’ve never known a man to be so serious and such a goof at the same time.

You heard the bathroom door open and you had to force your eyes open from its sleepy state, turning to look at the entrance.

There was your boyfriend, holding a bottle of wine at his side.

And he was soaking wet from the rain.

“Oh, my poor baby.”

“Be quiet.”

You could hear the pout in his voice and you laughed, beckoning him to the tub with your finger.

To which he graciously obliged.

He put the wine down and began peeling the sopping clothes off. He grunted, struggling with the pants as they seemed to cling to his body the most. He got them off eventually and was soon completely naked. You smiled watching him and held your arms out as he crawled into the tub, laying in between your legs and lying back against your chest.

He let out a sigh as he felt the warm water heating his frigid body up. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you laid your chin atop his dark, wet hair.

“What’s with the flowers?” He mumbled, scooping up a few petals into his hand and dumping them back into the water.

“They’re pretty and they smell good.”

“One is digging in my ass.”

“Good, you could use a few flowers up there.”

You both shared a giggle and you kissed his head, your hands coming up to massage his shoulders.

He let out a relaxed hum and leaned into your touch, his head now laying on the space between your shoulder and neck. You gave him another kiss on his cheek, on his neck, and his collarbone.

“I love coming home to you.” He whispered in your ear, grabbing your face gently and giving you a kiss on the lips.

“I wish you could stay forever.” You said before he kissed you again.

“I promise we have the rest of our lives for this, love.”

You gave him another kiss, deeper this time.

He turned his body so that your chest was against his and he was basically sitting in your lap, with your arms going around to hold his hips.

Then he started grinding.

You groaned into the kiss and quickly pulled away, going for his neck and giving him love bites.

You felt him shudder and cling onto your broad shoulders, moving his hips against you in a rhythm.

“Fuck.. (y/n)..” He almost growled out impatiently.

You chuckled against his skin.

“Be patient, dear. Like you said, we have the rest of our lives for this.”

“Screw that..” He breathed out as you found his sweet spot on his throat that made his dick twitch. “I’d rather have it now than later.”

“What’s this? Is the lieutenant going to beg for me to fuck him?”

“Shut up.” He hissed out.

Your cock was hard and it was poking Simon’s thigh, to which he scoffed and took hold of it in his hand— making you shiver.

“And what’s this, huh? I believe you can’t be very patient either, (y/n).”

Your eyes were misty with lust and you stared up at your boyfriend with a smirk.

“You want it so bad then go ahead.” You said as you leaned back to lay against the tub. What better game than to let him think he has the upper hand?

“Oh I intend to.” Simon said as he started pumping your dick, making you grunt as you stared at him with a very horny look.

Simon was attempting to keep his composure as he positioned the tip to prod his ass.

And suddenly you became worried for him.

“No prep, babe?”

“I’m not waiting anymore.”

And then he slid it in, making him squeeze his brown eyes shut as he put about two inches into him.

“Easy now..” You bit back your moan, forgetting how tight this man was and trying your best to not thrust into him.

Simon was gripping onto your shoulder hard. He had also forgotten how big you were and probably should have prepped like you said.

But he truly couldn’t wait.

He moved down to get you deeper into him and he groaned, soon bottoming out entirely. Thankfully the water made it less painful but it was still a tight squeeze for both of you.

Your boyfriend laid his head on your shoulder and stifled a whimper. No way was he going to start letting out pathetic noises in front of you or he’d never hear the end of it.

He let out a shaky breath and started moving. Slowly. He didn’t want to be torn open and have trouble walking the next time he was on a mission.

God forbid anyone finding out he was bottoming for someone at home.

Soap would have all the fun in making jokes about him.

“Fuck, Simon..” You moaned, taking hold of his neglected cock and began pumping it up and down.

The man on top of you grunted and moved with a little more earnest. It was starting to feel very nice and the pain he was feeling was turning into pleasure.

You could sense the change in him when he started moving more confidently on top of you.

Now that just wouldn’t do.

You sat up straight and started bouncing him on your dick and he gasped, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth to stop more noises from leaving.

You grinned, knowing you were turning such

a tough guy into a whiny little mess on the inside.

Your mouth latched onto his nipple and started sucking, with your hand still jerking him off. Simon groaned into his hand and moved his hips faster.

He had to admit, something about you made him want to be a whimpering little slut, but it went against his very nature. Before he met you, he was always the top. Always in charge.

And here he was, on the verge of tears because your cock was hitting his prostate so deliciously it made him want to cry.

“Fuck.. fuck..” He breathed out into his hand, shuddering and shutting his eyes tightly when your tongue flicked against his sensitive bud.

The water from the tub was spilling out onto the floor in large quantities but neither of you could find a care in the world. Only chasing after each other’s release while simultaneously finding your own.

“God, Simon, you feel so good.” You groaned out, giving him more praise as he moved faster and faster on top of you. About how much of a good boy he was and how he was taking your cock so well.

Simon couldn’t take it anymore.

White streams of cum started coming out from his dick and onto your hand and chest. He grunted and moved into your hand desperately, getting every last bit of semen out.

You also started filling his ass with your load from how hot he looked and Simon shivered, feeling some leaking out of him. Jeez, didn’t you jack off at all while he was gone? There was so much.

Both of you were panting when you finished and gave each other exhausted but loving stares.

When you caught your breath you gave the man a kiss, slipping your tongue in gently. He welcomed it and wrapped his arms around your neck, with your own hands coming up to feel his toned, muscled back.

You two stayed like that for a few moments. Holding each other closely and losing yourself in a tongue war. Of course your lover lost that battle quickly.

Then Simon pulled away with a string of saliva connecting to your lips and his.

“Let’s go to the living room and have some of that wine.”

“Right away, lieutenant.”

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The things I’d do to have Ghost whimpering for me *sigh*

Anyways hope you enjoyed, studs.

#cod #cod ghost #ghost #mw2 #mw2 ghost #ghost x male! reader

[twigg96]

Hello my sweet lovelies. It is in fact time. For Daryl’s Naughty HCs 😈 Cut after the gif because it’s gonna get spicy 🌶️ I hope you enjoy part 2 of this 52 HC journey I went on with him part 1 here!

A - After Care (How do they treat their partner after sex?)

When Daryl was a younger man he would have simply laid on his back after a good orgasm, and passed out. He’d deal with the wet sheets in the morning. But now that he’s older wiser and truth be told a little more experienced he took pride in his aftercare routine.

He’d kiss his partner sweetly, rutting into them til they were both fucked dry and their highs were completely fizzled out like the passing starlight above them. He be singing praises about them. About their bodies, how amazing they were during and how beautiful they looked after.

He’d let them lie limp as he pulled out leaving them only for a few minutes as he ran a hot bath setting out their favorite scented body wash. Getting a small protein snack from the kitchen hed set it by the tub before carrying them into the bathroom and setting them in the water kissing their forehead. He’d let them bathe in peace.

He’d get clean sheets out and ready to change while his partner bathed having already washed off and cleaned his downstairs bits he’d throw on a pair of boxers throwing the dirty sheets to be washed later.

When his partner was done and dried coming out of the bath he was waiting. His arms wide open to flop onto the bed ready to simply cuddle and sleep with his partner, running his fingers through their hair.

B - Body Part (What is their own favorite body part? What is their favorite about their partner?)

Daryl is particularly proud of his fingers and his own dick when he was feeling confident. The callouses on his fingers and thumb feel so good inside of you that make you shiver and loan each time he simply touches you and he loves that little bit of power he holds. Knowing that with just a touch he could mold you to his whim if he only asked. They are long and thick and he can hit that one spot inside of you that turns you to mush and spills your sweet honey all over them every time he used them. And while he gets extraordinarily self conscience about the scars on his back and being naked in general but for you... he would show it all just to make you more comfortable.

God Daryl is in love with your body he would worship you every chance he had if you let him. He is a thigh, ass, belly, and chest man. He wants to touch you. He needs something to hold onto while he fucks you into the bed. He wants to leave marks all over your body. To feel you and to bite down on your flesh and mark it as his own.

C - Cum (Where do they cum? Cum HCs)

Before the turn he would have very proudly claimed his breeding kink. He would have filled his partner up to the brim each and every time with no regrets. But now that the world is how it is and the thought of a little one gives him hives instead of butterflies. He ruefully pulls out and finishes in his hand or on the ground. He had tried finishing on your face, on your body. But it never felt right. He felt so bad making you so dirty like that. Almost disrespectful to waist what he so desperately wanted to use. But when you sucked him off after... when you drank him down even when he told you nearly begging you not to for his moans would be so loud he wouldn't be able to hide them from the walkers and the townsfolk outside... his body convulsing from overstimulation and wrapping around your head to keep from loosing control and fucking your mouth. That was the best compromise he could ever think of having.

D - Dirty Secret (Do they have anything sexually they would never tell another living soul?)

Holy shit yes. Daryl is extremely reserved and conservative. He would never tell another living soul about his sex life and his partner to begin with. But that being said... there are things he's wanted to try in the bedroom that he hasn't even dared bring up with you for fear of sounding like a madman or making you run off.

He has always wanted to try blood stuff. That didn't involve knives. Too dangerous for his taste. He was more interested in the existing blood. He found that... recently he was coming to like the taste of it. So if his partner would simply let him kiss their cuts and lick them. Maybe let him bite them til they bled to mark them as his and his alone he would be satisfied. He also wasn’t turned off to the idea of if his partner had a period trying to get his red wings.

He kind of liked the idea of cross dressing for his partner. If they wanted it of course. If they wanted to see him in that hot tight maid's dress he'd do it... once. Ya know for the experience.

He also wasn’t entirely turned off to the idea of being pegged. He heard the prostrate was sensitive once and tried fingering himself once as in his twenties and it was… different. Not something he’d do alone again but then again he didn’t find that button he heard about and maybe a partner could help him with that… They simply could never tell another living soul. That was their thing. Not all of Alexandria’s.

E - Experience Do they know what their doing with the tools they got? Is their first time or have they been around the block a few times?)

Believe it or not, Daryl is a complete virgin the first time you both have sex. He wasn’t out there saving himself for marriage or anything. He was just young and inexperienced like any teenager.

Your first time is anxious and hesitant. In an old abandoned shed you both called your safe place in the mountains, Daryl had to stop when when you started getting fidgety on the back of his bike. It had started to rain and both of you were soaked to the bone as you ran into the leaky rusted building. You were freezing, shivering, your teeth chattering despite it being midsummer the rain was rather cool. Daryl stripped you of your jacket and shirt. "Shit, yer gonna catch pneumonia if ya keep shakin' like that babe." He whispered, but you could see his own lips turning a light shade of blue. Before you knew it you both stood, mostly naked in front of each other a fire burning in front of you both working to dry out your clothing that hung on a line you packed for emergencies. Only your underwear and Daryl's drenched shirt keeping you two separate as you laid on the tarp Daryl used to cover his bike keeping you both separated from the cold ground. But things were getting heated. More than they ever had. Hands were roaming over bodies. Fingers entangled in each other's hair. Tongues swirled and moans drifted through the air freely. You didn't even have the chance to straddle him properly before he was rutting, clothed into your core desperately already dirty simply from the thought of the act. Lust clouding his eyes, mouth agape and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes now that the turn has happened and even though you've been together for years and you both have more experience. If the two of you haven't been together intimately in a long time, he slips back into this. Desperate, whiny, uncontrollable as if it's the first time all over again.

F - Favorites (What is their favorite position? Favorite flavor lube? Favorite genre of porn?)

Daryl will never turn down doggy style. He loves having his partner bent over, face in the pillow, fucking them into submission. However he absolutely preferred face to face fucking. Your legs over his shoulders as he went slow and sensual all the time in the world to just you both in the moment was his absolute favorite feeling.

Daryl doesn't just go around tasting lube... but... if anyone asked for a recommendation he would always recomend the ones that taste like rocket pops. You always seemed to like that one and if he ever had to use it he never minded the taste. It didn't taste fake as shit like the other ones normally did.

Back when porn was a commodity Merle used to bring a much too young Daryl into the adult stores to "become a man". He would stare up at the large cardboard cut outs of naked women and just think of how nice their hair looked. When he was older he started getting into Impregnation Porn. It was an accident. Maybe even a prank Merle tried pulling on Daryl when he was renting videos from the store because it wasn't his normal "hard core" stuff (his normal stuff at that point was missionary with the occasional gay film hidden away from Merle in there.) Maybe Merle wanted to scare him into some harder genres. But it all it ended up doing was reinforcing his choices.

G - Giggles (Are they more serious and down to business during the do or are they willing to play around and joke?)

Daryl very serious when he has sex. He gets kind of offended when his partner laughs at him during, unless he's the one laughing first. You can thank his horrible lack of self confidence and his past abuse history for it... And though you try to make it better for him, trying to lighten him up and ease the situation. He never really relaxed fully with this.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Do they have body hair? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

In the apocalypse there isn’t really much of an importance that’s shined on the topic of grooming. You’d be lucky if you got Daryl to wash off in the bath and clean under his nails before dicking you down let along trimming his bush. If you want him to trim the jungle and manscape you’re going to have to either force him to do it himself, or simply do it yourself.

I - Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment? Do they like it slow and loving?)

It really depends on when you have sex now a days. There are times when you both strip so fast your clothes tear from your frame. Your teeth clash as you kiss. Your nails leave long streaks down each others skin and you both fuck each other hard and senseless.

But there are times you both need the intimacy of slow loving sex. And Daryl needs it more than others in the community. Or at least that’s what you’ve gathered through the grapevine of gossip in the community. And you were fine with that.

Daryl loved to love on every inch of you. Showing you just how much he missed you. Kissing every square inch of your body. Making you cum in more ways than one before he would ever think about touching himself his fingers would skate your skin and his nails would massage your scalp as he rutted slowly lovingly into you looking deep into your eyes. Kissing you so deep and passionate that you were sure you were both becoming one. And in a way you were. And Daryl loved it when you did.

J- Jack Off (How often do they masturbate if at all? What to?)

Daryl doesn’t jack off much at all. Only when he physically has to does he touch himself (he finds the act disgusting and wrong if he has work to be done and a partner to help him) but he also knows how natural the need is. He grew up with Merle after all. (A boy who held no shame in the act and never hid his crunchy socks.) So he wasn’t ashamed of the act if he needed to do it.

Daryl liked to think of you when he did it. Nothing in particular. He didn’t have any memory or anything he went back to. But he liked to remember you in the shower or bathing. All wet and glistening. He liked to remember the suds running down your back as you watched your hair remembering what it felt like to touch your skin when it was wet with sweat. He remembered you moaning his name. Closing his eyes he could imagine your breath on his hot skin as he got close. He remembered pulling you close the smell of your hair as he came deep inside you a fantasy he held only for himself when he was doing this.

K- Kink (List of Kinks they have)

Daryl isn’t as extreme as most men as previously stated from his choices in porn. He really is quite “vanilla” for most people’s standards. Not that he can’t be trained but he gets nervous. In the new world things can be dangerous so quickly if it’s done improperly. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt or worse kill his partner trying to please them.

Anal - Daryl will eat ass. All day. Any day. Give him lube and proper time to prep his partner he will fuck their ass. He will even let his partner eat and fuck his ass if they asked nicely. But it’s not his favorite. No where near his favorite.

Blood Play - This was one he wanted to try but could wait on if his partner wasn’t into it.

Spanking - God the sound of his hand on your ass was magic to him every time it connected. He loved it.

Hand Fetish - Hands could do wonderful things when put to a good use.

Edging - The more overwhelmingly overstimulated you both got the better it was for him.

Pregnancy/Impregnation - god he really loved to imagine his life with you all knocked up with his baby. He always wanted to be a father. But with the risks so high… his imagination and a few fun nights had to do.

Rough Sex - The more brusied, bitten, and battered you both were in the morning the happier he was.

Sex toys - When in doubt. Bring out a little help.

Barebacking - Sex without a condom was one of his favorite feelings in the whole world. Especially so now that the risks were so high.

Face fucking/Face sitting - pleasure til you both die happy

L - Location (Where do they like to do it most?)

Daryl doesn’t like to take many risks with his partner. If you have sex it’s somewhere safe and secure. Somewhere no walkers or people can find you. And trust me. He knows lots of places out and about no one checks.

If you’re both out on a run and get in the mood. He may fuck you on his bike. If you’re lucky and there’s no geeks around. But it’s always a really messy quickie. Daryl prefers to pull over properly and fuck you good and proper.

One time he did fuck you in the middle of a horde in a store you both were stuck in. But he insisted you were just passing time. And the thrill of being forced to stay deadly silent was just to much to ignore.

M - Motivation (What makes them horny?)

The littlest things could make Daryl horny in the right circumstances. The sun shining off the sweat of your skin. The way you take down walkers. How bad ass you are. Or maybe how sweet and sensitive you are with the kids in Alexandria. It’s the small things that get him going that make him start and not wanna stop.

N-NO (Turn offs or things they would refuse to do.)

Daryl will never objectify another human being ever especially not his partner. If they want to be called names during he gets really offended because he thinks that they see him as mean, intimidating, insulting, and cruel. He will shut down and that could possibly end the relationship.

On the flip side. If his partner is into degrading or insulting him. Daryl will end the relationship right then and there. No questions asked. He’s not about to be insulted every moment of every day in his own mind and just when he needs it most in the moment of TLC his partner turns and insults him too. He’d be devastated. He may never talk to you ever again.

He would never knowingly hurt you. He’s not willing to choke you. Or bind you up. He was never into the hardcore shit Merle was into. So even if you begged him to choke you or tie you up he’d refuse. He wouldn’t break up with you over though instead he’d maybe try to find a safe way to go about it if you insisted it was your thing. Like instead of handcuffs and rope which could be seriously deadly now he’d offer tying you down with the sheets loose enough for you to slip through or simply pinning your hands down so you couldn’t move.

No weapon play at all. He wasn’t about to get stabbed or shot while fucking that wasn’t even an option for him.

If someone ever asked him to do some Cock and Ball torture for fun… he may shoot them on sight.

O - Oral (Do they like to give or receive? How good are they at it?)

Both.

Daryl is a regular stamp collector and will happily go down on his partner with out complaining any day any time. He lives for their pleasure. He wants their legs quaking and their juices flowing several times over before he does anything else.

On the flip side however he is not ashamed to ask for a little loving himself. He’s not scared to open his legs and gentle you down to his cock watching you size him up before licking him all up. His fingers digging into the back of your hair he guides you down on his cock. Up and down til you gag and swallow him completely and utterly.

P - Pace (Are they sensual and slow or fast and rough? Do they switch things up at all or is it a set pace?)

Daryl tries to switch things up and make each time he spent with you unique and interesting. If he fucked you hard and fast one time the next he may love you slow and sensitively. But neither of you had the luxury of choice. When passion struck and the mood hit he simply took advantage of whatever he was given a lot of time. If that meant a quickie in the truck ok the way back from a run that meant stripping down to nothing and slipping to the backseat and making a mess of the leather. If that meant you both were alone and had all night then he took his sweet time praising your body every way he possibly could imagine.

Q - Quickies (How do they feel about a good old fashioned quickie?)

He loves them. Sometimes all the time you two have is twenty minutes and he’ll make sure that’s enough time to unzip and fuck you good before you both had to return to your duties.

R - Risk (Are they game to try new things? Will they experiment with their bodies or are they more conservative with their views?)

In the apocalypse everything new was a calculated risk that needed to be weighed effectively. A new position could feel great but could cost more than just an arm or a leg if one of you fell and broke wrist or an ankle. Experimenting with new techniques or new tools in the bedroom could cause injuries and a lack of proper technique in the field. It would be really embarrassing if you had to explain your sex injury to the doctor the next morning so you both agreed to talk new ideas and interests out in advance so you could be as safe as possible. No risks calculated or not.

S - Stamina (How long can they last? How many rounds?)

😏 all night given a few breaks and a bottle of water. He can go at least once but at most four times in one night if you give him the chance and give him proper pillow talk and sex talk after each round to recharge

T- Toys (Do they own any toys? Do they use them on themselves or on their partner?)

No. Well at least he didn’t before he met you. After meeting you however he found a cute little vibe bullet and an anal toy. There are two sets of both. One for you and one for him for safety. But he’d never tell a soul about his own.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease their partners? How do they do so?)

Daryl isn’t cruel in bed. He will always let his partner cum when they beg to cum. He loved the moans they made when he teased them. He loved how they whined and begged for him crying out his name when he touched them with featherlight fingers and biting them leaving his mark in bruises and teeth marks around their bodies. Teasing them with just the tip of his cock he waited until they begged for more before pushing the whole way in and rocked their world.

V- Volume (How loud are they in the bedroom What sounds do they make during?)

This man is and always has been quiet in the sheets. Most of his cries of pleasure are groans or grunts. Sometimes he will whine and writhe when he is really over the edge but he will always cry out his partner’s name as he cums panting and moaning in their ear.

W- Wild Card (Random HC! Could be a mini fic, could be a song choice, could be a gif... >.> Ya'll never know lol)

X- X-Ray (Sneak Peak under the clothes ;)

Daryl has the ultimate dad bod. He’s hairy and ripped under just enough fluff that he’s perfect for sleeping on. He has scars littering his body that he is extremely self conscious about. But his length was average sized at 5 and a half inches. He didn’t mind. It was thick enough for him and his partner to enjoy. He has tattoos that lay on his chest, his arms and his legs he got when he was young and dumb. Some are deeply meaningful. Some are stupid and experiences he never wished to forget. Like the stick and poke you gave him after your first night drinking or the quick shitty tattoo you gave him after buying your first tattoo gun.

Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How much do they want sex?)

If he had a choice. He would fuck you every morning to wake up and every night before bed. But the world you both lived in simply didn’t work that way. And so he did his best to give you what he physically could when he could.

Z - Zzzz (How fast do they pass out after sex is over?)

The archer used to fall asleep as soon as he came whether his partner came or not. His poor body simply became overwhelmed and overloaded. Now however he can go hours after sex before he physically needs rest. He credits the apocalypse for his sexual prowess.

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Bath/Shower Sex

Pairings: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Warning: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, bath sex, cursing, Pero being Pero, mention of oral.

Irritated. That’s how you felt right now. Of course this was happening to you. Why couldn’t you be stuck with William instead of this grump. Oh no. It appears the universe has it out for you because of course there would only be one room left.

“Mierda! Check again,” Pero growls at the old woman who is now nervously checking her books. “I’m sorry, we are full. Like I said I have one room left and I can have hot water brought up to fill the tub.”

“It’s fine. Thank you for your help. We’ll take it.” You hand over the coin and she drops the key in your hand. You can feel his gaze on you but you don’t care. Key in hand you turn and make your way upstairs when he grabs onto your arm. “What are you doing?”

“I thought that was obvious. I’m going to our room. You can join me or leave and try to find your own room somewhere. I really don’t care.”

He scowls at you as he grumbles in Spanish. He’s probably cursing you out for all you know but you're hungry and in desperate need of a wash. Once he releases you, you both make your way to your room for the night.

Opening the door you're greeted by the sight of a warm fire and a nice size bed. Throwing yourself onto it you moan slightly, having gone without a bed for months on the road. With your eyes closed you fail to notice Pero adjusting himself, turned on by the moan you’d let slip past your plump lips.

A knock at the door startles you and when Pero opens it a young maid walks in carrying a bucket of hot water. “Just here to fill up your tub,” she said cheerily as she scurried about the room. Pero’s gaze has drifted to her very large breasts and you roll your eyes.

Typical.

“I’m going first,” he says and you hop off the bed stomping towards him angrily. “You are in your shite. I’m first.”

“Tough. I said it first hermosa.” The grin on his face is making you more irritated and all you want to do is slap it off his face. “William would have let me go first.”

“Then you are more than welcome to stay with him.” He begins to remove his armour and underclothes until he’s completely naked and you can’t help but let your eyes wander. Fuck he’s huge. And that ass.

He moans loudly as he sinks into the steaming tub, leaning back and closing his eyes. “You are also more than welcome to join me,” he says suggestively.

You know he doesn’t expect you to. He said it as a taunt. But when have you ever done what he thought you would? With a devilish smile on your face, you begin to strip out of your clothes, letting them fall to the floor with a thud.

“Scooch up.” His eyes fly open and his gaze trails over your naked form. Suddenly he’s sitting up, his eyes never leaving your naked body. “What are you doing hermosa?” He stutters as he clears his throat.

“Did you not just offer for me to join you? Perhaps I can find another and share his tub,” you say as you begin to turn but you soon stop with his hand on your arm. He growls. “I would kill him before he had a chance to lay his eyes upon you.”

He sits back as far as he can and you lift one leg and then the other - back turned to him, as you try to sit at the opposite end. Pero suddenly slips his arm around your waist and then you're in his lap. “What the…”

“More comfortable this way. No use in being shy hermosa. I’ve just seen you fully naked.”

“Thanks.” A silence follows and for once in your life you don’t know what to do. Fuck you can feel him behind you and your mind goes straight to the gutter. “Here,” he says as he wraps his arm around you pulling you closer. “Rest your head against me.”

“Umm, alright.” A small moan slips from your lips as you fully relax in the water and his cock twitches behind you. His fingers run along the skin of your thigh and you wonder if he realises he’s doing it.

“Siempre supe que eras hermosa bajo toda esa ropa.” I always knew you were beautiful under all those clothes.

“What?” You turn your head slightly. “I said you are very irritating.”

“Hmm, your cock disagrees,” you say as you reach behind and take him in your hand. He moans as you pump him under the water. “Si no te paras hermosa, te voy a joder aquí y ahora.” If you don’t stop beautiful, I’m going to fuck you right here and now.

“I don’t know what you just said but if it was Y/N fuck me, then the answer is yes.” Turning in the tub you straddle his waist, grabbing a hold of his cock and running it along your aching cunt. “Do no tease, hermosa,” he groans as his hands grip your hips tight.

Eyes locked on his, you notch the head of his cock at your entrance and sink onto him. “Ngh fuck, Pero,” you moan as he fills you. The feel of his thick cock burning slightly as you push him all the way inside. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips and his head falls back against the tub. “Mierda. eres tan estrecha, nena. Quiero quedarme enterrado en este coño para siempre.” Fuck. you are so tight, baby. I want to stay buried in this cunt forever.

The water sloshes over the side of the tub as you roll your hips over him. You’ve never come from just penetration before but fuck, you can feel that heat building already, rolling your hips faster trying to reach that peak.

“Siempre soñé con tenerte así. En mi polla.” Always dreamed of having you like this. On my cock. He sits forward a little capturing your breast in his mouth. “Oh gods…Pero, don’t stop..”

He licks around your nipple, sucking on it until it forms a peak and when he pulls it between his teeth you cry out his name. “Fuck…yes….oh Pero…yes…” Both his hands slip around you holding you down on him as he begins to thrust up into you. “Mierda. I’m going to…hermosa where? Where do you?”

“Inside. Please Pero…wanna have you drip out of me.” He grunts loudly as he comes hard, spilling inside you. He kisses you softly and when he leans back he moves a strand of hair out of your face. “Eres hermosa asi amor.” You are beautiful like this, love.

You begin to laugh and his face turns a shade of red. “We made a bit of a mess,” you say as you look around at the water on the floor. “Si, hermosa we did. We are going to make an even bigger one.” With wide eyes you give him a questioning look and suddenly you are being lifted up and out of the tub.

He throws you onto the bed and then crawls between your thighs, placing them on his shoulders as he licks your pussy. “I am not finished with you yet, amor. Hace tiempo que quiero saborearte mi amor.” I have wanted to taste you for a long time, my love.

“I love it when you speak Spanish to me, Pero. It’s so very sexy. I don’t know what you’re saying to me, but I like it.”

He smiles up at you and you could melt right into the bed. “I will tell you someday, si. But now, I want to bury my face into this beautiful cunt.”

“Oh, yes.”

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[thebisexualdogdad]

If the boat is a rocking, don't come a knocking - Alec Lightwood x M!reader

"Babe you need to relax," you tell your boyfriend as he paces around the boat you rented for your weekend getaway at the lake, "Isabelle's in charge, the institute will be just fine."

"I know that and I don't trust anyone more than Isabelle to keep it from becoming a madhouse but the last vacation I went on was before Max was even born and we still ended up spending half the trip at the Madrid Institute," he says, "relaxing just isn't something that comes easy to me."

You walk up to him, his shirt hanging open giving you free access to rest your hands on his bare stomach.

There's a slight breeze on the lake as your boat floats amongst the couple of other boats being rented for the weekend.

"Come on, let's go down below, there's something I think that will help you relax," you grin.

You take his hand and guide him to the small cabin beneath the boat, sitting him down on the couch before settling in his lap.

Alec smiles while he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you sweetly.

Your hands are on his neck, rocking your hips against his.

Thanks to the thin material of both of your swim shorts you can feel his erection growing and much to his protest your lips leave his but when he realizes you're getting to your knees in front of him he gulps.

You tug his shorts down enough to free his semi hard cock and stroke him a few times before licking up the shaft.

With him now fully hard you take him in your mouth, expertly bobbing your head.

You grip the base firmly and Alec is moaning above you.

"How are you so good at that," he sighs.

"Lots of practice," you tease, releasing his cock and kissing down the shaft to his balls, sucking on them making him moan.

"Take your shorts off," he says, his stomach already tensing and desperately needing to be inside you.

You stand up, getting rid of your shorts so now you're completely naked while Alec rids himself of his own swimming attire.

He pulls you back into his embrace, kissing you intensely and grabbing your ass.

He sticks a finger in his mouth, lathering it and teasing your hole with it.

Your hips jolt when he slowly pushes his finger in to stretch you out.

"You good?" He asks you as he pumps it in and out.

"Alec please fuck me," you beg.

He retracts his finger but quickly replaces it with his cock, gently pushing inside as you adjust to him.

Once you give him the okay he starts steadily thrusting his hips up into you, your cock slapping his stomach with every move.

"Fuck yes," you groan when he repositions you in his lap to give him a better angle and your pleasure intensifies.

One of his hands is squeezing your ass while the other goes to your chest, pinching and flicking your nipples.

"Alec," you moan as he fucks you faster.

You're tightly gripping the top of the couch and you swear it's not just the lake waves making the boat rock.

The top of his muscled thighs are slapping against the bottom of yours and sweat is dripping down his perfectly hairy chest.

He notices your body trembling and begins stroking your cock causing you to cum all over your stomachs as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Oh my god," you moan as your release washes over your whole body.

Less than a minute later Alec is cumming deep inside you and you're chanting his name.

You lift yourself off of his cock and you rub your sticky cocks together as he gets one last string of cum to spurt out of him.

You take a moment to catch your breath and Alec lays you down, cuddling into your side the best he can on the small couch, his cock pressed into your ass.

"I'm really glad you convinced me to come on this trip," he tells you, kissing your cheek.

"Guess you're relaxed now huh," you chuckle.

"Very relaxed," he smiles, "and after a quick nap I might actually want to go for a dip in the lake."

"Then we can properly use that hot tub back at the cabin with a nice bottle of wine," you tease.

"I think I'm starting to like vacations."

#shadowhunters imagine #alec lightwood imagine #alec lightwood x reader #alec lightwood x male reader #x male reader #fic

[madamsnape921]

On the Plus Side

Chapter 4

<Chapter 3 | Chapter 5>

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Umm… ridiculousness?

Note: I’m sorry this took so long. The next chapter should be up soon.  

WC: 3161

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As the day started, Frederick awoke from his bed to the sound of his alarm. His skin burned as it always did when he woke up. “I guess that’s the cost of surviving…,” he said, throwing his legs over the bed. “Nurse, come here! I need help getting dressed.” Frederick called out into the abyss, hoping you would hear him. He was not a fan of needing help dressing; however, he appreciated you. You were as kind as you were beautiful and enjoyed your work (he assumed). 

It’s weird, he thought, that you get so used to people being in your life that you don’t know what your life would be without them. That’s how he felt about his nurse. You were both his left and right hand, ensuring he was as productive as possible.

“Good morning, Dr. Chilton! How are we feeling this morning?”

“Good morning, Nurse. I’m ready to be dressed. Can you take care of that while I remove these bedclothes?” He stood up and slowly took off his bed clothes to reveal his scarring from the event. He let the shirt fall to the floor along with his pants to stand there naked at half-mast, waiting for the help of his nurse. “Sorry, I had an excellent dream last night.”

“Someone is being forward today,” you said with a smirk. “Would you like to share your dream with the class?”

“No, I’d rather not. My mind is a complex device,” he said with a smile.

With a playful pout, you said, “It is, but I’m here if you ever want to share.” You exaggeratingly bat your eyelashes at him. 

Such a tease, and you know it. Ever since I watched those cameras, she’s been nothing but flirty. You know, but you haven’t played your cards yet. What are you going to do? “Thank you, but can you please help me get dressed?” 

He’s apparently not actually interested, you thought. He has not responded to my flirting since I let him know I was aware he was watching me. Maybe I was wrong? Perhaps he’s just a pervert? “Yes, of course, Doctor.”

He looked at his nurse with yearning eyes; he needed a clear signal. He doesn’t want to mess this up, but how does he tell you how he feels?

You helped him dress and began helping him towards his office. “Dr. Chilton, I apologize for my blatant flirting since the hot tub and spilled coffee incident. It’s extremely unprofessional, and I’m sorry if it’s made you uncomfortable.” You cringed, thinking, “you’re healing ahead of schedule, so I should be completely out of your hair soon.” After he’s sitting in his office chair, you head towards the door. “I’ll be right back with your breakfast.” You needed to get away from him. You’ve never been so embarrassed.

Frederick was touched. He wasn’t imagining things. He stood up, “It’s ok. I never expected anyone to want me now that I have become a monster.” He looked down to the floor.

“What do you mean? How are you a monster?” you sounded confused. 

He touched his face, “Since the attack, I look like a monster.”

You held your arms out, showing your scars. “Do my arms make me look like a monster? You’re not a monster, Frederick.”

He looked up at you. “Thank you, but I have seen a mirror. No woman would ever want me. Why should I even bother? I know I am more than that, but I am so lonely.”

“I quit.” You walked up to him, “You’re not my boss anymore. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

Frederick was shocked, “Wait, you need to give two weeks… it’s in your contract.” He took a second and realized what you said, “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“YES! I have.”

Frederick was flabbergasted, “What? Why? I’m hideous.”

“No, you’re not. I thought I’d started being obvious with the flirting after the hot tub incident because I thought you’d been watching me on the cameras.”

Frederick blushed, “Yes, the cameras. I… may have watched you a few times.”

“Do you still need my two weeks’ notice?” you asked while trailing your finger down his chest.

Frederick was clearly taken aback, “I think it’s only customary unless you have a replacement you could recommend.”

“Frederick,” you emphasized the use of his first name. “I’m still flirting with you, but I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable. Plus, I won’t go any further until you’re not my boss.” You reached up to peck his cheek before turning to grab some supplies to get back to work.

Frederick was frustrated. He knew how he felt, and this woman was throwing herself at him... but what if you couldn’t understand the real him? “Let’s try one date. Where do you want to go?”

You turned back to him in shock, “a date? Do you want to date me? Not just fuck me?!” The surprise is evident on your face. You weren’t used to anyone wanting you for more than sex or medical advice.

Frederick sighed, “Of course, I want to fuck you. I mean, look at you. I just don’t want to fuck the help.”

“You’re the one insisting on a two weeks notice.” You walked out to grab Frederick’s breakfast and coffee.

Frederick was frustrated, “I just don’t want to lose the best nurse I have ever had should we not be compatible. I’m focusing on my survival.”

You returned to the room and placed the food on the desk before turning back to Frederick, “I understand. Your survival is important to me, too, Doctor. You’ve made incredible progress with physical therapy. You won’t actually need me sooner than you think. Now. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll give you some time to yourself before starting today’s PT,” you gave a big smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Regardless if it’s true or not, you felt rejected. You knew better than to say anything, and this is what you get for trying to put yourself out there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should never crush on the person who signs your paycheck!! You know better. This had never been an issue until you met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You went to your room to process your emotions on your own. 

Frederick looked at his breakfast and was sad. He wanted his nurse, but he had to think about surviving. He didn’t have the luxury of emotional connection. “When you survive multiple attacks on your life, you must ensure you are safe.” Then his thoughts betray him and asked, what is a life worth living if you don’t let people in? Frederick yelled into the hall, “Nurse, can you come here, please?”

Damn it. “One moment, Doctor!” You quickly composed yourself as you slowly returned to the office. “Yes, Doctor?”

Frederick smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you. Where would you like to go? I’m sorry I was so dismissive.” Frederick smiled as he looked at the nurse, hoping he hadn’t ruined his chance. He knew he took a gamble, shooing you away. However, he was hopeful of your response.

“I’d love to go on a date with you wherever you feel most comfortable.” You were excited but also confused. Had they just gone around in circles?

“Instead of PT today, why don’t we go to lunch, and then we can go wherever the day takes us?” Frederick was trying to be confident despite being outside that zone. He looked at his nurse and smiled, “What about that café by the lake? Is the food there good?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Good. Then let’s summon the driver, and we shall be on our way.” Frederick pulled his phone from its pocket and summoned a driver from his service. “So, that’s going to be a few minutes. Since I’m dressed, I’ll start towards the door. Do you want to get dressed up, or do you want to go in scrubs?”

“Which would you prefer?”

Frederick thought for a moment. “Dressed up.”

“Sounds fun! I’ll be back,” you went to your room to change. 

Frederick slowly walked down to the front door and waited for the nurse. 

OMG! What do I even have to wear?! I’m going on an actual date… with Dr. Frederick Chilton. You started going through your closet. No. No. Definitely not. Hmm. Maybe. No. Oh, let’s try this one.

Frederick craned his neck to see you walk down the stairs sooner. In the salmon top with tight black pants, you made him feel lighter than air. “Ready, my dear?”

A shiver went down your spine at his use of the term of endearment. “Is this ok?” you gestured to your outfit. “If so, I’m ready.”

Frederick smiled, “I think the car is being pulled around.”

That wasn’t an answer, you thought. You walked over to him to help him to the car. “Let’s go,” you said with a big smile. 

The car pulls up, and Frederick slowly walks out. He beats you to the door and holds it open. Looking at you with a nervous smile, “Chivalry’s not dead, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you slide into the car with a blush. 

Frederick entered the car, “Driver, take us to the café by the lake.”

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The car pulled up to a small bistro beside a lake in the backcountry. The couple exited the car as the driver secured Frederick’s chair. Frederick thanked the driver, and the two walked into the bistro and were seated. The waiter brought over complimentary wine for the two as they talked.

“Don’t worry about the wine. I won’t tell your boss you were drinking on the job,” Frederick smiles.

“I'm definitely not on the job at the moment, mister”

Frederick ordered a drink and an appetizer for them to share "So this is quite the predicament we have. What do you make of it?"

"Well, let's see. You've made improvements beyond belief. You are seriously way ahead of the normal healing playbook. My boss has been spying on me throughout the house. I've been shamelessly flirting with said boss, and now my boss has asked me on a date. And here we are. I think that summarizes our predicament."

Frederick was silent "That's a perfect summation. Now the question is what do we do about it?"

"If nothing was off the table, what would you want to do about it?"

Frederick grins with a half grin "If nothing was off the table, I'd tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of me. I'd tell you that I would have never guessed a nurse would do so much to make my life better.. " He trailed off

"Is that all?"

Frederick swallowed hard "IthinkImaybeinlovewithher...."

Your eyes widened in shock, "her who?"

Frederick took a nervous drink "her you."

"OH! So what's the problem exactly? I think I love you as well."

Frederick looked at you as though he was a deer and you were a semi truck, "I'm sorry, what?"

"What do you want?” you asked. 

"I would like you, in my chambers, naked." Frederick smiled.

You smirked, "that can be arraigned… in two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Right. After my two weeks are over."

"Oh. Well... Is this your official resignation?"

"I'll hand the official one in to you as soon as I have a chance to write it."

Frederick smiled, "I reject your official resignation. You're fired, my sweet."

"WHAT!? You can't fire me. You do realize I'll need to get anotyou job, right?"

Frederick smiled, “I've been able to stay financially solvent for centuries. It'll be ok. I can take care of you."

“I can’t let you do that. Boss to what? Sugar daddy?”

"From friend to lover and partner. Basically, it's the same deal as employment but you don't have to ever work again if you don't want to."

“Finally!! He finally said exactly what he wants! It’s a miracle,” you laughed. “But in all seriousness, that sounds lovely but also a bit scary.”

Frefrick smiled and held your hand. "You know... there is a lot more to know about me. I hope that you're ready for some surprises.''

“Oooh surprises. Good or bad?”

"Stay the night with me in my quarters and I will tell you everything"

“Now you make it sound ominous. Regardless, I'd love to stay with you.”

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You gasped as the door closed, Frederick had pushed you roughly up against the door. Moving his hand down quickly from your hips to your ass then around your thighs lifting you up as he slammed his mouth on yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and wrapped around yours. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment you failed to realize Frederick shouldn’t be able to hold you to a door.

Frederick growls in your ear as he feels your legs wrap around his middle. His pelvis reinforced your body against the wall.  He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking your neck slowly. He moans into your ear, "I need to taste you." 

You moaned at the thought, "do it."

You screamed in pain as he bit down on your neck. He moved one of his hands to your mouth to muffle the sound. You switched to moaning as he began to drink from you.

Frederick began to slowly suck the blood from your neck.  As he started to drink he began to feel bolder, stronger. Frederick broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder and marched them to his chambers.

You were still in a fog of arousal until he tossed you onto his bed. “What the fuck?! How did you carry me in here?”

Frederick laid you on the bed, “Do you want to know or do you want to be amazed tonight?”

“… both?”

Frederick smiles, towering over your body, "Well, I’m a growing, healing boy, Y/N. I’ve been growing and healing for centuries."

“Centuries?” You were visibly confused.

Frederick moved to continue licking and kissing around the puncture wound in your neck. "The Chiltons landed in Baltimore before this was more than a port. My family built this town. I was here to watch the town grow up."

“Now you’re not making any sense.”

Frederick bit your neck once again, hard enough to draw more blood but soft enough for you not to feel the cut on your neck. He wrapped himself around you like a long, slinky snake, while envisioning the bite enjoying the blood dripping into his mouth. It captivated him, driving him near mad.

“Y/N, I do not want to make sense right now. I want to make you mine.”

“What would that entail exactly?”

Frederick pulled back, exposing his fangs.

You just stared at him while freaking out on the inside.

“You’re taking this shocking news very well, Y/N.”

"Oh. Am I?"

Frederick got up and off of you “The last person I shared this with about killed me with a bottle of garlic oil and holy stakes “

"Garlic oil and holy stakes? Who?" you sounded confused.

"Someone sent by Barnabus Collins. Some Vampire from an elite family in Maine."

"Barnabus?" you snickered. I've been living with him for months now. If he'd wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of opportunities to do so. I’m just going to follow his lead, you thought.

“Yea, some asshole with money that couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Frederick put his elbows on his knees, “You don’t believe me do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

"Because this is very out there. Vampires aren't supposed to exist. We have the market cornered on shadows."

“Honestly? I’m not sure my brain is on 100% after that make out session,” you confessed. “If you have any more confessions now is the time,” you laughed at the entire situation. Your boss was a vampire. You went on a date with a vampire.

Frederick looked up at you and smiled, "that's about it. I am wealthy, a psychiatrist, a published author, a martyr, and a vampire."

“Why are you telling me?”

"Because I've never felt like this for anyone before you. You've got something I've never seen before. I don't know what it is, but I want to offer you eternity with me."

"Eternity?"

"Eternity," Frederick smiled and looked you in the eyes. "I can promise you eternity, with me of course"

"Okay... how about a trial run? Eternity is a long time. You might not want to be with me that long.”

“Counter offer. I give you the gift of eternity. You still get to choose if you want to be with me? Even if you’re not mine, I still love the thought that the world has you in it.”

"What is the process?"

"Well, you've already been bitten twice. Third time you are a vampire. You start with the bloodlust soon after. We'd have to figure out how to get you a ring so you can have normal human daylight hours.. This one was a gift from my former lover who turned me into a vampire. They were cruel and hunted down by the townsfolk"

“Should we find a ring first? Also what’s the plan for the bloodlust?”

Frederick smiled, “The blood lust is invigorating. We basically hunt prey and drain them. As for a ring, we need to figure that out. I have no idea where to even start looking for a ring”

“So no more bites until we find a ring. What exactly does the ring… wait. Did you say prey? You don’t mean human, right?” you sounded a little worried.

"Well, humans are most prevalent in urban areas. My bloodlust was crazy. It was the night of the Boston Massacre. I was in a bar near the attack, and I was able to benefit from the bloodshed... along with two cows worth of blood."

“That was convenient. So what’s our plan?”

Frederick pulls off his ring and hands it to you. “I am not sure. I think... what if I cut the ring in half. We both get a half and are safe as long as we wear them?"

“What happens if that doesn’t work? How did your lover get the ring?”

"They never told me. They just gave it to me before they succumbed to their wounds."

"What happens if only half a ring doesn't work?"

"I have no idea. But you're worth the risk."

"Frederick," you said with aww and worry in your voice.

"Y/N, I want to spend eternity with you. I’m obsessed with you and I don't want to ever live without you."

"Even if we're stuck sleeping during the day and only going out at night?"

"Of course."

You threw your arms around Frederick's neck, knocking them both over. You held him tightly while you fought off the tears in your eyes. 

Frederick held you close. Feeling whole for the first time, he started to cry softly into you.

#Frederick Chilton #Dr Frederick Chilton #dr frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton fanfic #vampire frederick chilton #on the plus side #chapter 4

[pippin-katz]

RWRB Essay Part Five: Miguel & The Waterloo Letters

Word Count: 421

Aside from the obvious removals, I think the biggest change in the movie is presence of Miguel. I've seen a lot of people already unsure or hateful of his character, though he did not bother me that much because I see what he's there for.

Miguel is a combination of Liam's character and Luna's/Richards' plot line.

Liam is obviously in the book as part of Alex's realization that he's not straight. He's the "I've played around with the idea" character. They have that phone call about their past "relationship" and he's done. Other than that, he's a cameo role that shows up like two times.

Miguel flirts with Alex and he gets a bit embarrassed/flustered because we learn that they had a make-out session while naked in a hot tub. Alex does not flirt back with Miguel; if anything, he ignores the insinuations that he's clearly making. He actively refuses to acknowledge their hook up when talking to him. He's not looking for a relationship with him, despite being aware that Miguel definitely wants to hook up with him. This is a symptom and storytelling method of giving off the impression that he's not really sure about his sexuality. He's not in complete denial, but clearly not super confident in himself to even acknowledge Miguel's attempts at flirting with him. It can be swept under the rug or brushed off. He only acknowledges Miguel's attempts to hook up again after he's slept with Henry, after he's become more comfortable and confident in his bisexuality.

Miguel is also a substitute for the Richards plot line, specifically the exposing Alex part. He's not the same as Luna by any means, but he was someone Alex was friendly with that turned around and stabbed him in the back, which is what he believes Luna to have done for most of the book. Miguel is clearly the one who got ahold of the emails and leaked them, filling in for the role Richards' campaign has. He's the one who has his team stalk Alex to expose him. Again, Miguel is not Richards by any means. He does not actively stalk Alex, but he fills in the role of the person behind the leak for nefarious reasons. Richards wants to expose him to win the election. Miguel wants to expose him for his journalism and because he feels personally slighted by him. It's not the same, but it works. They're both self-serving reasons for why the emails got leaked.

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#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb book #rwrb thoughts #rwrb spoilers #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #miguel ramos #matthew lopez #firstprince

[fantastiqueparfait]

Preview Time!

I’m off today because, even though I’m processing a recent (expected) family passing just fine, my coworkers insisted I take the day off. Very sweet of them; I’m using my day to go to hot yoga and clean my house as I start to feel like myself again after a very stressful few weeks. I thought I’d drop a preview of my upcoming NaLu fic -- right now it’s tentatively titled “Knees Deep” and that may or may not change. Expected length is about 6 chapters/10k words, so it’ll be a shortie and I don’t anticipate being able to post much in the way of previews beyond future 6 Sentence Sundays.

Anyway, here’s some of chapter 2 -- let me know if you like it! And if you want to be on the tag list when this goes live, drop a comment!

Still afraid to stand in her shower until the next week, Lucy sat on the edge of her tub and wiped herself down with a soapy washcloth. She finished quickly and wrapped herself in the towel she’d had Natsu set out before he left. She was about to call Cancer to help her with washing her hair when she remembered. Cursing slightly, she pulled her hair back as she wondered if she could get away with another day without washing while Cancer enjoyed his day off. She was still fiddling with her bangs, trying to get them into the high bun she’d tied when she heard the front door open.

“Luuuucyyyyy!” Happy called as he flew into the bathroom, completely ignoring the closed door and settling down in her lap. “We’re home! Did you miss us?”

“I miss my privacy, cat!” Lucy picked him up and set him on the floor. Undeterred, Happy climbed up onto the edge of the tub next to her.

“Natsuuu! Lucy’s in here and she’s naked!”

“Am not!” Lucy did her best to stifle the heat on her face as she gave the Exceed a light shove.

“I dunno Luce, you look pretty naked to me,” Natsu added as he appeared in the doorway.

“Lucy loves getting naked,” Happy agreed.

Lucy gave up entirely, hiding her now-surely crimson face in her hands. “I hate you both,” she whined.

“No, you don’t! You looooooove us,” Happy sang merrily.

“Yeah! How could you hate us when we brought you special dinner from Mira?”

She disliked how right they both were. She couldn’t hate them even if she tried. Lucy sighed and conceded the argument silently, reaching for her crutches.

“Why don’t you get dinner set up while I wash my hair? Cancer’s off today so it might take me a while,” she replied as she tried to stand and make her way toward the adjustable showerhead at the other side of the wet room, ensuring that the crutches wouldn’t interfere with the towel precariously wrapped around her body.

“Hold up,” Natsu said, placing a hand on her arm, “You wanna break your other foot? No way am I letting you crutch around a wet floor. I’ll help you.”

The blush was back; Lucy tried to will her face to cool. “W-what?” She wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.

“I’ll, uh. Help,” Natsu repeated, and Lucy swore she could see the slightest hint of a blush. “With your hair. Just wait there! I’ll get a bucket or something.” He dashed out of the room, Happy close behind, leaving Lucy slightly short of breath. Was this really happening? She almost didn’t believe it and did her best to tamp down the hope rising in her chest.

This is just how he is, she reminded herself. He’d do anything for his friends.

She’d almost convinced herself fully by the time he’d returned, pitcher from her kitchen cabinets in hand.

#NaLu fanfic #natsu x lucy #fanfic preview #upcoming fanfic #fairy tail

[filhadoboto]

Enchanted Jon Snow - Chapter 4

Written for Jonerys Summer Lovin' 2k22 – day 1 - Fairytales / Mythology

Summary: Daenerys is visited by an extremely friendly black cat, adopts him and the two become attached to one another. However, she will discover that not everything is as it seems.

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Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - The man in cat skin

Daenerys tried to control her anxiety and wait for Missie to arrive, but now that she knew what to do, she couldn't allow herself to wait any longer.

She took the cat in her arms, sat on the floor, ran her index finger over Jon's furry chest, and gasped when she felt a slight bump in the cat's fur. It was rounded and resembled the head of a pin. She had petted him for a month, how had she never felt that?

She took off his collar and said “Don't move, Jon. I'm going to try to get this off your chest and it might hurt a little."

Jon watched her patiently and hopefully with his huge yellow eyes and meowed. She took that as agreement and continued.

Carefully, using her fingernails, Daenerys pulled the small pin in his chest. As she pulled on the object, she noticed that it widened, and when she managed to pull it out completely, Dany gasped to see that it was, in fact, a blade made of obsidian nearly the size of her hand . She examined it and saw that there were some runes carved into both sides of the blade .

Jon's cry of pain made her look at him and she saw that his eyes were completely black. Then his body collapsed as if he had lost consciousness and began to shake violently. Daenerys gasped and then threw the blade at the nearest wall hard. The obsidian shattered into several pieces, and seconds later, the cat's body floated in front of her. The place on his chest where she had taken the blade from began to glow with a light at first faint, dim, and then it became more intense and engulfed his entire body. The light grew so intense that Daenerys had to close her eyes and cover them with her arms.

Then the light disappeared, and when she opened her eyes, her mouth dropped open in surprise. On the floor before her was the man she had dreamed of so many times. Amazed, she stared at him, his long black hair framed his pale face and she could see the scar over his right eye.

“Jon.” she said, her voice barely a whisper, both wishing to see his gray eyes and fearing that he would disappear at any moment, “Jon?” she called out to him once more, but there was no answer. Her eyes landed on his bare chest and she felt her body relax as she saw that he was breathing.

Hesitantly, Daenerys touched him on the shoulder and his skin was cold and slight tremors shook his body. She ran to the closet, grabbed several blankets and wrapped them around his naked body.

“Dany?!” she heard her best friend calling her name a few minutes later.

"We're in my bedroom, Missie!" she replied.

Seconds later, the door opened and Missandei looked at her and the unconscious man she held tightly in her arms.

“Jon?” she asked with wide eyes.

Daenerys nodded with tears wetting her cheeks "Yes." she said, "He was enchanted and I managed to free him." she looked at the pieces of obsidian on the bedroom floor and back at him, "He's breathing, but he's very cold, Missie and I don't know what to do."

Missie crouched down beside them, put her hand on his forehead and her face filled with worry. “He's hypothermic. We need to warm him up or he will die.” she said and then ran to the bathroom in Daenerys' room. She then heard the bathtub faucets being turned on and the sound of water filling the bathtub. Missie came back and said, “Let's put him in hot water. This will help stabilize his body temperature.”

Together they carried the unconscious man's body to the bathroom and placed him in the bathtub. Daenerys shed her clothes and climbed into the tub as well, sitting up so that his unconscious body was braced against hers, her hands wrapped around his chest.

Those were the longest minutes of Daenerys's life and she felt herself relax as Jon's body slowly began to warm and the shivers subsided, his once frantic heartbeat began to slow to its normal rhythm.

They both smiled as his hand moved and landed on Dany's.

"Da… ny… Dany..." he said, his voice weak and husky from disuse.

“I'm here Jon. I'm here with you." She said and placed a kiss on his hair.

"You're going to be fine, Jon." Missandei said kneeling beside the bathtub.

Jon looked at her and said “Missie?”

"Yes, Jon, it's me." she said "You are safe now."

He nodded and seconds later managed to say "Thanks. Thank you both.” and lost consciousness again.

She and Missie looked at each other and smiled happily.

---

After the two were sure Jon was okay, they took him to Dany’s bed and covered him. Dany got dressed, gathered the pieces of obsidian, put them in one of her drawers, and the two went to the kitchen, where she told Missie everything she had found out in the last two days and how she had freed Jon.

Missandei held her hand as she finished her report and said "I'm so proud of you!"

Dany smiled "I wouldn't have made it without you and Granny." she said, “Without you two, Jon would still be a cat.”

“Granny will be very happy when she finds out about everything. And I'm glad the man of your dreams is real and now you can tell him everything.”

"Say what?" she asked, pretending she didn't understand.

Missie rolled her eyes, "Saying you're in love with him, of course. Or do you really think I didn't realize you were in love with him when you told Granny about your dreams? I've known you most of my life and I've never seen your eyes shine like that!" she said and insisted, "You're going to tell him, aren't you?"

"I can't do this, Missie."

"Why not?"

"He's been through a lot and I..."

"You're afraid he won't feel the same." Missie completed when she fell silent and Dany nodded. Missie gave her hand a light squeeze, "Falling in love is scary, Dany and I understand that the current situation is complicated, but don't let happiness slip through your fingers." she said “The old gods themselves have brought you together! And I don't think they did it just for you to freed him. I think the two of you were destined to meet and the gods just gave fate a helping hand.”

Dany smiled at her friend's optimism and wished she was right, that her and Jon's story had other chapters and, hopefully, a happy ending.

She nodded and Missie continued, "Promise me you'll talk to him when his life gets back to normal?"

Dany didn't think that, after all Jon had been through, his life would get back to normal, but she gave Missie a slight smile and said, "I promise."

Even though it was late at night, Missie called her grandmother and gave her a rundown of everything that had happened. Dany smiled as she heard Granny say she was proud and happy that she had opened her mind and managed to free Jon.

At Dany's request, Missandei spent the night there, and after checking that Jon was all right, the two of them lay down on either side of him on the bed .

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The next morning, Dany woke up face-to-face with Jon, with one of his arms around her hip and one of her hands resting on his bare chest. It didn't take long for her to remember that Jon was naked under his blanket, and feeling her cheeks redden, she tried to distract herself by studying him.

Just like his dream version, Jon had a scar over his right eye and there was another scar on his chest where she had taken the obsidian blade. Jon was even more handsome in reality than in her dreams. His black hair was longer and wavy than in the dreams with a strand falling over his forehead and she had to resist the temptation to push it back so she could see his face fully. Her eyes landed on his full lips and she found herself wondering how they would feel on her skin.

He opened his eyes, taking her by surprise, and smiled when their gazes met, making her heart race.

"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up." he said , his voice hoarse from sleep, and placed his hand on her cheek.

The connection she'd felt in her dreams was still there, as was the attraction, and both of them seemed even stronger now that he was real and she could truly touch him, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling the same.

"You're not dreaming, Jon." she said and placed her hand over his.

Jon sighed contentedly, gave her a bright, sweet smile, and said, "I love hearing you say my name, Dany."

Her heart raced and she had to hold back from kissing him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

He pondered for a few seconds "I'm going to need time to get used to this body, but I'm feeling relieved." he said and smiled "I was so afraid of dying before I could go back to being a human."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to see the signs, Jon." she said "If I weren't so skeptical…"

"Please don't be sorry, Dany." he asked interrupting her, his long fingers slowly caressing her cheek "You freed me and that's what matters."

She gave him a smile "I'm not done yet." she said and he frowned "Now I need to help you find your family." he smiled and she asked “Did your memories come back? Can you remember your family or what happened to you?”

He nodded “Actually, I never forgot them or what happened to me.”

She frowned, confused, "So w hy didn't you tell me everything in the dreams?"

Before he could respond, the bedroom door abruptly opened and Missandei entered.

"Oh, you guys finally woke up." she said and Daenerys sat up, feeling her cheeks redden.

“Good morning Missie.” Jon said in a tone as excited as hers and stretched before he laid his head on Dany's leg, reminding her of when he was a cat and she would pet him when she woke up.

Unable to resist, Dany placed a hand in his hair and stroked it slowly.

“Good morning, my no longer furry friend.” Missie replied with a smile making them all laugh "I hope you two are hungry as I ordered our breakfast and it will be here any minute now." she sat on the edge of the bed and continued “I also asked Mossador to bring some clothes for Jon.”

Dany smiled at the ease with which her friend was dealing with the situation, as if it was part of their routine.

"Thanks Missie." he said as he sat up in bed "One of the good parts of being a cat was that I didn't have to worry about clothes."

"I think I have some of Egg 's clothes somewhere in my wardrobe." Dany said and , as she did with the cat, placed a kiss on Jon's hair before getting up to look for them .

The doorbell rang “It must be our food. You two, hurry up.” Missie said and went out to answer the door.

Daenerys found her nephew's sweatpants and T-shirt and handed them to Jon. Not seeming to mind the fact that he was naked, he got up and went to the bathroom to get dressed. She couldn't resist the temptation to let her gaze roam over his body. The human version of Jon had one of the most beautiful asses she'd ever seen on a man and her own body reacted strongly to the sight of his perfection.

“Wow. I am very different from what I remembered.” she heard him say. He came out of the bathroom and there was uncertainty in his gray eyes as he looked at her “I almost didn't recognize my own face, Dany. What if my family doesn't recognize me?”

Without hesitation, she went to him and hugged him, “Don't worry about it, Jon. I have no doubt that your family will recognize you the moment they see you even after so long.” she said in a comforting tone.

"You didn't recognize me when you saw me like this." he said hugging her too "And you had just seen me as a child."

Well, I was too scared with everything I was feeling for you at the moment and I'm sure your family won't be paralyzed by the urge to kiss you, she thought, but said “In my defense, I was taken by surprise and, at that moment, I still believed you were a figment of my imagination.” she looked him in the eye before continuing “But your family will recognize you the moment they see you, Jon. They never gave up hope of finding you.”

He nodded slowly, “Maybe my parents will recognize me, but my little sister was only three when I was kidnapped. Does she still remember me? What if she has forgotten me?”

Dany cupped his face and made him look at her "I'm sure she hasn't forgotten you and you will have the rest of your lives to make up for lost time."

He nodded slowly, turned his face and kissed her palm. Dany felt a shiver run through her body and, before she did something drastic like kiss him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom door “We better go eat. I know how hungry you are in the mornings.” she said and that made him laugh.

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Missie had everything ready when they entered the kitchen and the three of them sat down to eat. Even though she broke the spell herself and watched the cat transform into the man sitting next to her, it still felt like a dream.

Watching Jon as he ate and commented on how everything smelled and tasted different amused and entertained them both, and after breakfast, they listened to Jon's story intently.

He began by saying that it was a family tradition to spend school holidays in the North. Lyanna Stark, Jon's mother, was born in Winterfell and moved to Sunspear when she married Arthur Snow, his father. Jon was happy because this would be his sister Arya's first trip to the North, and even though she was only three years old, he wanted to show her all of his favorite places.

He remembered it was snowing the afternoon he was kidnapped. The Weirwood Park was his favorite place and Arya had loved playing with him on the swings. When it started to snow, their parents decided to go back to Lyanna’s brother Ned Stark's house, but when they walked a few meters away, Arya started crying because she had dropped her favorite toy, a stuffed gray direwolf she called Nymeria. Without hesitation, Jon had returned to the swings and soon spotted his sister's toy. But before he could pick it up, he'd felt someone pressing a cloth over his face and lifting him off the ground. He had struggled, tried to free himself and tried to scream for help, but it had been in vain. Then his vision had begun to blur, and the weirwood's face was the last thing he'd seen before he lost consciousness.

He had no idea how much time had passed or where he was when he woke up. The first thing he realized was that it was already night and that he was gagged and tied to some kind of stone altar in a clearing in the forest. He could see the tops of some trees and the torchlight surrounding him. In a panic, he had tried to break free and then the altar was surrounded by people wearing black robes with hoods that hid their faces.

They began to chant in a strange language, and then a woman approached the altar, raised a black blade above her head, and began chanting as well. The blade had begun to glow, and when the woman looked at him, Jon saw that her eyes were completely black. Still chanting, she lowered the blade toward his chest, laid the tip over his heart, and with horror, Jon knew she was about to sacrifice him.

In that moment, all he could think about was his family and how he would never see them again. He struggled once more, but the woman ignored him and began to press the blade against his skin. Jon had felt pain the moment the blade pierced his skin and then, as the blade entered his chest, he had started to feel his body getting colder and colder until there seemed to be no heat left inside him. The voices around him grew further and further away until he lost consciousness.

Jon had woken up on the cold floor of a cage, having no idea how much time had passed, where he was or how he had survived. He soon realized that it wasn't the fact that he'd survived a blade through his heart that should have worried him. He felt as if his body had been dismantled and reassembled with the limbs in the wrong places, and in a panic he realized that something was wrong with his senses. His sight, smell and hearing were different and when he raised his hands to rub his eyes, he saw that instead of his hands there were furry paws. He screamed for help, but the sound that came out of his mouth was not the sound of a child's voice, much less the sound of a human's voice. It was the sound of a frightened animal. The sound of a frightened cat.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he soon discovered that he wasn't the only one in this situation. The captivity he was in was huge and there were many other animals trapped in individual cages and to his surprise, although humans could not understand them, they could understand each other despite being animals of different species. That was how Jon had come to know the others who were captives with him. There was a monkey named Pypar, an aurochs named Grenn, a fox named Ygritte, a gray wolf named Val, a crow named Satin, a black bear named Alysane, and many others.

It was through them that Jon had found out who the people who had kidnapped them were and what had happened. Their kidnappers were part of a religious sect that worshiped an ancient god they referred to as the Great Other, the Lord of Darkness, the God of Night and Terror, the Soul of Ice or simply the Other. They believed that the Great Other had been responsible for the Long Night and that only through a second Long Night would humanity be purged of the weak and only the worthy would prevail. They believed that their god was the only one who could save humanity and bring peace to the world.

However, the Great Other needed to be incarnated in the world in order to bring about the second Long Night. So, the goal of his followers in kidnapping the children was to find someone worthy to be the vessel of the Lord of Darkness, but the ancient texts that talked about his first coming into the world were incomplete and they were using the trial and error method to find the correct combination of runes for the enchantment.

So far, they had failed in their attempt. First they had tried to use adult people, but they had all died and they had come to the conclusion that it was because adults had already been corrupted by the evil of the world and were unworthy of being the vessel of their god. So they had started kidnapping and experimenting with their enchantments on children, and while most had survived, they had all been turned into animals instead of becoming the vessel of the Great Other as they had intended. But instead of killing them, they kept them in cages, like the animals they had been turned into. Apparently, they thought it was okay to kidnap them and test their enchantments on them , but killing children would make them unworthy in the eyes of their god.

All of them were well cared for, well fed and given a collar with their names on them, but that hadn't stopped them from trying to escape. Some, like Jon, had tried to escape in their first few months in captivity, but ended up either dead or being so severely punished that they gave up on escaping. After days without food or water, the urge to flee was often replaced by desperation and the instinct for survival. And then all that remained was to be complacent and resigned to their new lives.

Years passed, some died and several more were added to the cages. Jon was almost giving up hope of ever being free and returning to his family when he heard human screams coming from outside captivity. It didn't take long for them to realize that their captors were under attack and that they were fighting for their lives. Some cheered, believing that the police had found them, that they were about to be released, and it was almost impossible for Jon not to let his heart fill with hope.

After what felt like hours, the screams and the sound of fighting stopped. For a few seconds, there was silence and then, people wearing red robes and holding torches and flaming swords invaded the place and attentively examined the cages and their inhabitants. The hope that they would be rescued lasted until the moment the group's leader ordered them all to be killed.

Without hesitation, the people who, moments before they had believed to be their saviors, began to kill everyone in the cages. To humans, their screams were just those of frightened or dying animals, but to Jon it was the horrifying sound of innocents being maimed and murdered and he was sure he would spend the rest of his life having nightmares about that night.

Jon had been the only one to survive the massacre, and that was only because his black fur had camouflaged him and the attackers hadn't seen him cowering and frightened at the bottom of his cage. When the attackers thought everyone was dead, the leader ordered them to burn the place down. As the flames began to devour the walls, floors, and bodies, Jon noticed that the other animals had reverted to their human form. Despite not wanting to die, he'd felt a certain relief in knowing that death would make him human again, and maybe his family could finally find out where he was and what had happened to him.

Then a miracle had happened. A beam from the ceiling had fallen over his cage and bent the metal enough for him to be able to slip out of it. After recovering from inhaling smoke, he had searched the place for other survivors, but there was no one else. Alone, he had wandered through the forest until he found a road, and for days he followed it until he arrived, luckily, back at Winterfell.

It had taken him days to find his uncle's house, but when he'd managed to climb the high walls and enter the property, he'd discovered not only that his parents were there but that it had been more than ten years since his kidnapping. The police had found the place that had been his captivity and the forensics had pointed to the presence of the bodies of other missing children and his parents had traveled to the North to closely follow the development of the case.

Jon hadn't hesitated to go to them when he saw them, but when they saw the name on his collar, they started crying and chased him out of there thinking it was some bad joke. He had remained close to the house, and when the two returned to their home in Dorne, he had decided it was time for him to resign himself and start living his cat life, after all, he couldn't communicate with humans and the people who could help him were dead.

Alone in the world and not knowing what to do, Jon had wandered through Winterfell until he found his favorite spot in town, the Weirwood Park. It was on that day that he had begun to pray to the old gods, to ask them to release him or to help him find someone who could help him. It was there that, after weeks of living off what he hunted in the forest, an old lady had found him and adopted him. She had taken care of him and the two of them kept each other company, and every day he would go to the weirwood and pray to the old gods for help, often he would even sleep on the branches of the tree while other children played on the swings. He had stayed with the woman until she died about a year later. With her death, Jon knew that he would have to get back on his own again.

It was too painful to live with another human without being able to communicate and having to live with the painful memory of the family he couldn't return to, so instead of looking for another human to adopt him, Jon had decided to go back to the weirwood and live like a wild cat. Even when animal control caught him some time later, he had not stopped praying, and one night he dreamed of a woman with silver hair and violet eyes.

In the dream, he was a little boy again and was sitting on the swing when she found him and spoke to him. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and, surprised, he had stared at her. When she'd told him she was real, Jon had known she was the answer to his prayers, that she was the one who could help him. He had tried to tell her his name and to tell her what had happened to him, but in his dreams, he couldn't remember anything other than his desire to return home and find his family. Despite his lack of memories, the woman had promised that she would help him return home to his family, and his heart had been filled with hope and gratitude.

When he woke up, he felt that there was something different, he felt a strange feeling in his chest that told him that he should leave the North behind and go to the South. As soon as he had a chance, Jon had fled the shelter and started his journey south. Although he had faced great dangers, almost been killed or eaten several times by other animals, he did not feel alone. He knew the old gods were with him, accompanying him on his journey, and though he didn't dream of her very often, the memory of the woman and her promise to help him find his family kept him company.

Over time, he'd realized that the further he traveled eastward, the stronger the sensation grew, and when he veered westward, the sensation weakened. So he began to travel south and east. When he finally arrived in King's Landing, it was clear that this was his destiny and the only thing he could think about was that in that place there was a woman with silver hair and violet eyes named Daenerys Targaryen who would be able to help him. He just needed to look for her.

Following the feeling in his chest, he'd wandered the streets of King's Landing for weeks and been caught by animal control three times and each time someone had adopted him. Jon would run away from foster homes as soon as it got dark. A few weeks after running away from his last foster home, he had continued to follow the feeling in his chest, and it had nearly suffocated him when he'd seen the red weirwood leaves in Dany's backyard. When he'd seen the face carved into the weirwood tree, he'd had no doubt he was in the right place.

As the house was empty, he had lain down in the shade of the weirwood and waited until Daenerys had returned home. He'd felt her presence before he'd even heard her and when the lights came on, he'd started meowing to get her attention. Seeing her in person had been like seeing his dream come true and when she'd first touched him, Jon had felt connected to her, like she was a piece of him he didn't know was missing until he found her. She was even prettier and kinder than he remembered from their dream interactions, and he couldn't help but think about how each day of waiting and searching for her had been worth it. Even if she couldn't help him turn back into a human, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life by her side like a cat.

That first night at her house, he'd dreamed of her and felt that something had changed. He still didn't remember his past in his dreams, but he remembered everything she had told him when he was awake. It surprised him because he had always been able to remember what she told him in his dreams, but he never remembered his own life when he dreamed of her. And perhaps because of that, when he'd met Missie and Daenerys' family, he'd felt as if he already knew them.

It wasn't until he started living with Dany that Jon understood why, despite the fact that he could remember everything she told him in dreams, he couldn't remember anything from his past when he was dreaming. Daenerys Targaryen, the only person who could free him, did not believe in magic, and although she had been raised in the faith of the Seven, she was a skeptical person. Even if he told her his whole story in their dreams, she would interpret it as a figment of her subconscious. Skeptics had to see to believe, so Dany had to learn to see in order to believe, and thus be able to help him.

So, he'd done the only thing he could do, asked her to learn to see, and clung to the hope that one day she would.

He hadn't known he could show her his adult form until the night that had happened. That night, he'd heard the voices of the old gods whispering for him to show what he was like to her, and as always, he'd trusted that they would show him the way and that it would help Dany see. So when Dany had appeared in his dream, he hadn't hesitated to show her, to give her one more element that could help her learn to see.

Despite her initial hesitation and needing help from Missie and her grandmother, Dany had finally begun to see. She had seen what was around her and had believed and that had given her the only thing she needed to be able to set him free: faith. He had been so proud of her when she finally understood that he was more than her eyes could see and she had asked him how she could help him. That was a question he didn't have the answer to, but he knew the old gods would show her now that she had learned to see, now that she believed. So he had guided her to the bedroom and when she had fallen asleep and they had met in the dream, he had taken her to the weirwood and placed her hands on its trunk.

He had woken up before she did and had patiently waited for her to wake up too. And when Dany had finally opened her eyes, she'd looked at him and said the words he'd spent years longing to hear: I know how to set you free.

"Now I'm here.” he concluded with a smile, “Thanks to you two I became human again and survived the change.”

They smiled and Missandei asked "Dany, what did the gods show you?"

Before answering, Dany remembered how she had felt the presence of the old gods around her, how what she had thought was just the wind stirring the leaves was actually their whispering voices. And it was only when she had come to believe that she had managed to make that distinction.

"They showed me the enchantment was on the obsidian blade." replied Dany "and as long as it was not taken from Jon and destroyed, he would remain enchanted, trapped in the form of a cat."

“I will forever be grateful to you.” he said with a smile "I will finally be able to find my family and get my life back."

“And what are we going to tell them?” Missie asked "Not only your family but other people will want to know how we found you and where you were all this time, Jon."

"True, I can't just tell everyone that I was enchanted and that I spent most of my life turned into a cat." he agreed.

Together, the three agreed on a story about his kidnapping and how they had found him.

Jon would tell the police and his family that he had been kidnapped by a woman in the North and held captive. In time he had discovered that she was part of a religious sect that worshiped a god called the Great Other and they believed that Jon was the vessel of their god. She and a few other members of the sect believed they needed to keep him away from the world until their god returned, and they moved him regularly, kept him locked in windowless places, and when they moved him from captivity, sedated him. But over time, the sedative they were using had begun to wear off on his system, and as they prepared to change captivity once more, he took advantage of their distraction and fled. His captors went after him to recapture him and, even naked and disoriented, he ran through the streets until he got rid of them and hid in a backyard that had a weirwood believing the old gods would protect him. He ended up falling asleep from the sedative and had woken up in a bathtub with the two girls watching over him.

The two would say that Missie had gone to Dany's house to help her look for her missing cat. Since the cat was very fond of the weirwood, Dany had decided to check the yard one more time before they left, and then she had found the man naked and passed out. As he was hypothermic, the two took him inside and took care of him. It wasn't until he'd woken up that morning that they'd discovered who he was and how he'd ended up naked in Dany's backyard.

That's exactly what they told Mossador, one of Missie's brothers, when he arrived with some clothes and shoes for Jon and he insisted on taking them to a police station.

Sitting side by side in the backseat of the car, Jon held her hand the entire way there.

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[faytelumos]

What settings or vibes do you find yourself coming back to and writing again and again? If you'd like, please provide receipts.

A setting that I repeat in almost every story I've posted so far is one of the character's home. Maybe it's partially because this provides a good excuse for only having two characters in a scene, which helps in the nameless writing I do. But the fact that I so often couple this with the resident being vulnerable while the guest is taking care of them, and that this kind of scene comes so easily and frequently to me, shows that I do have an affinity for this setup.

Over and over again I'm attracted to these hurt/comfort scenes where the characters are stripped of their power in their own homes. Though the vibe of the scene changes between soft-spoken and ugly breakdown and mama bear and things between, the configuration is so often derivative of that template:

Character A is vulnerable, and character B enters their home to help.

Examples and further details:

There was a trio of story bites I did with a specific focus on Vulnerability. I wanted to make scenarios where character A was completely and utterly at the whim of character B, and character B chose to be gentle and trustworthy.

In It's Cold Outside…, Villain nearly died and is still physically incapable of defending themselves (and barely able to talk) when Hero sits down to take care of them. For the entire piece, Villain is sitting on the floor wrapped up in a blanket, and Hero is moving around their house doing things to help. Villain is defensive and uncomfortable because they're completely at Hero's whim, in Hero's house, on Hero's terms. But as the piece goes on, Villain begins to shed their temper and their skepticism and is able to trust that Hero won't hurt them.

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"Feeling better?" Hero uttered. Villain glared up at them, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders. They considered saying something nasty for a moment.

"My toes are killing me," they mumbled instead. Hero nodded.

"Would you [like me to] check on them?" Villain looked over Hero's face as if there could be a secret motive. But they nodded, leaning back, and Hero carefully helped them set aside the hot chocolate and open up the blanket.

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The next piece I did, Open Wounds, was an attempt to max out this feeling of helplessness and vulnerability. Hero was injured by a more powerful character than either one present in the scene, and has summoned Villain into their home for the first time because they can't get out of the tub by themself.

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"I can't get up," they whispered, their voice watery.

Villain stared. Hero had summoned them into their home, completely defenseless, even immobile and naked. They were perfectly and completely harmless. It couldn't possibly be any easier to end them.

There were tears brimming in Hero's eyes. Their arms were covered in goosebumps and they were shivering subtly. They were blushing across their whole face, across their ears, down their neck.

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This piece really lingers in the feeling of quiet and vulnerability. Villain takes a long time to make sure Hero is dry, during which time the two are speaking in hushed tones. But Hero's been trusting Villain the whole time, injured and naked as they are, and it becomes clear that Villain doesn't intend on betraying that trust.

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Villain kept quiet, gritting their teeth as they carefully cupped and patted down the length of Hero's arm. Once they were both dry, Villain started patting their chest. "I'm sorry," Hero breathed.

"Shut up," Villain said gently. Hero huffed a soft laugh as Villain quietly gave up on any illusions of modesty.

"I'm lucky you're a good person," Hero whispered. Villain glanced up at their face, but despite the tense amusement, Hero's eyes were still closed. Villain looked back down and patted Hero's stomach.

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The third piece in this trio, Ol' Ben, is about Hero trusting Villain, not with their own life, but with the life of Hero's small, elderly dog. The dog's care has become complex in his old age, and leaving him behind, especially with a self-proclaimed troublemaker, is not easy for Hero. Once again, Villain, who has most of the power in this situation, chooses to be kind and gentle.

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"Just… be gentle with him," Hero said. "He's just a little old man, and he's deaf and half-blind, and he gets confused." They picked him up carefully, holding him by the ribs and smoothly laying him with his back along their arm, a hand cradling his back end. They looked sad again. Soft.

"I'll be patient and kind," Villain promised. Hero rubbed Benny's tummy, looking at Villain with pleading eyes.

"He's almost sixteen," Hero whispered. "Just, please—"

"Hero," Villain uttered, softly reaching out to pet Benny's head. He moved his head around to sniff Villain's hand, then looked again to Hero. "I might be a troublemaker sometimes," Villain said, "but I'm never a monster. I'll keep Ben safe and happy. I swear it."

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Besides plain vulnerability, I like to write about the struggles of handling complex emotions, and the difficulty with letting others in to help. Many of my hurt/comfort pieces feature at least one character being pushy in order to get around the other character's emotional defenses.

Open Late is probably the second best example of this. This story breaks the pattern in that it does not take place in either character's home, but in a 24 hour diner. Both Hero and Sidekick are still reeling from a bloody accident, and Hero is succumbing to the grief and loss while Sidekick attempts to hold him together. She tells him what to do and uses a lot of firm physical contact to comfort and direct him.

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The diner door chimed in the almost empty night, footsteps shuffling loudly in through the door. The host's booth was empty, and Sidekick didn't wait for anyone to appear. She adjusted her hold on Hero to keep him tight to her side, keeping his head almost forcibly on her shoulder, and walked them to a nearby booth. She nudged him in first, and he numbly fumbled for the seat, stumbling in between the cushion and the table, and she tugged at his cape to keep it from choking him when he sat. She scooted in immediately after him and nudged him in deeper. He pressed himself into the wall, hands already coming up to his blood- and tear-streaked face, and she moved the sauces and shakers and sugars away so Hero had open table in front of him before sitting hard against him, firmly squeezing him between her and the wall.

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I think this piece more than any other so far focuses on one character helping the other through negative emotions. Hero and Sidekick are both actively processing a traumatic scene in their own ways, and Sidekick comforts, distracts, and cares for Hero as he breaks down over the lives they lost.

Breaking up (Is Hard Enough) is another example where a character uses stubbornness to care for another. After a somewhat long-term relationship ends a week into February, Hero attempts to spend Valentine's Day alone. Sidekick's response to the situation is to come into Hero's apartment, like it or not, and have a movie night. While the actual confrontation with the negative emotions is minimal, Sidekick does at least acknowledge the Hero isn't doing well before attempting to distract them with a fun evening.

Of all of the pieces I've done so far, I think Rescue exemplifies the pushy caretaker the most. Hero is injured and barely has any food in their apartment, and when they repeatedly challenge Villain (who has broken into their apartment with groceries), Villain laughs at them, physically forces them to sit down, and scolds them. This caretaker isn't doing anything gently, and even when they wipe away Hero's tears, they're being threatening and fierce.

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"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

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Even after moving out, her new home does not provide a sense of emotional security. She leaves the first new place almost immediately and ends up staying with friends. But when she is attacked in the middle of the night in this third home, neither her nor her friends can quite settle down and relax.

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Yamez had pulled himself up close to my right side, resting his head on my shoulder, his arm over me. Ohrik lay along my other side, holding my hand gently, Shohm wrapped around him with an arm over me. None of them seemed to be sleeping. Yamez was still trembling, and I hugged him tighter to my side. He clung to me, but said nothing.

Despite their presence, despite their arms around me, their closeness and affection, I couldn't feel safe.  Not when moments ago I had been dragged from the cot and beaten without disturbing any of them.

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Thank you for reading my extremely long analysis.  I don't think this practice of using the home as an emotional stage is particularly revolutionary or original, but it's clearly something that haunts me.

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[horny-time-bitches]

*A young man has returned to his family home after inheriting the large house with a indoor pool hot tube and sauna he would hear to female voices as he make his way to the pool and hot tube area to see his next door neighbour and her daughter in the hot tub completely naked both women being bimbo with massive tits and ass he would walk up to them* “may I ask why you two are here?”

*the women just relax into the hot tub.*

[ultra-deepestbouquet]

May 15 2022, Cherry Popped

After dinner we were struggling. It was only day 2 of partying and being in the hot palm springs sun drinking for hours in the pool was finally starting to catch up with us. I had worn my new sexy midi dress and nude slip on heels to one of the best restaurants in town but we could hardly eat or enjoy the romantic atmosphere because we were so drained. I had two strong cucumber martinis and I could feel the alcohol smoothing everything over for me as I picked at my pasta dish and coconut shrimp. This new coke I has been indulging in all day was pretty strong and I was amazed at how much my body was resisting food but seemed to respond well to more drugs and alcohol. lol We made the best out of our evening and kept the banter light. We didn't really have a plan once we returned to the resort but I could tell Joel was ready to politely say goodnight at midnight. We had finally experienced having sex in front of our dear friends the night before in their bed and it was a big step for us. It did take some convincing and a gentle push by me for Joel to even take his shorts off, only exposing his boxer briefs and when I tried to playfully pull out his cock to kiss him, he finally surrendered. We trusted our friends and we completely let go and lost each other in the moment rather than put on a show. However we did receive an outstanding ovation for our first performance with comments on how passionate, sensual, and beautiful we were. We went to sleep that night exhilarated and wondering what else we could possibly try for the first time the rest of the weekend. So since we were both pretty tired and we had already had our fill of "play" we declined to join our friends for another group play session and decided to stop by and say hello/goodnight to our new friends we had made earlier that day.

Sarah and Jesse were a gorgeous, fun, easy going California born couple that we immediately hit it off with in the afternoon pool time. We had finally dragged ourselves out of bed and I was eager to start another party in the sun. It was Sunday and most of the resort guests were checking out, spending some time by the pool last minute before heading back home. There was definitely a shift of the usual lively energy and the pool was quiet. We were the only couples staying until Monday. Joel and Jesse were joking around a lot, Sarah and I were talking about our homes and experiences in the lifestyle. The four of us laughed so much together, trading stories and getting tipsy. I didn't feel any sexual attraction at that time but I loved how warm and inviting they both were. After dinner we didn't even change, we just headed to their room. Of course they were both still totally nude and I remember feeling a twinge of awkwardness as we approached them fully clothed. I remember laughing to myself and thinking "how strange that I feel awkward in clothes rather than being completely naked."

Joel was finally starting to feel a little better with some help (Adderall) and of course I had my snow and we all settled deliciously into the hot tub. The warm water on a hot summer night was comforting and the blood moon hovered over us, a sign that the night was still young and anything could happen.

[heisenho]

Gifts

Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daniela has been giving you gifts, Heisenberg does not really take it too well.

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI!

A/N: Hello, I am here with my first Heisenberg fic and I really love him sdfsdksf This is basically Porn without Plot, please don't kill me lol. I haven't written smut in a while, in fact I haven't written in a while, period. So this is a little rusty, but i like it, so... Heisenberg stans, come get yall juice!! Also, requests are open!! ~Beff

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked towards the bathroom. Heisenberg had gone out to meet with his family, and you were all alone. Daniela, the only other person who knew about you being there, had given you some things to make your stay with Heisenberg a little... more bearable.

Cute clothes, some nice perfume (for some reason?), deodorant, small things she definitely did not find from their victims luggage. Every once in a while when Heisenberg brings horribly wrapped gifts back to you, you know Daniela has found yet another trinket to give you.

“Why does she wrap those?” Karl would ask.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

You would smile up at him, holding the gift close to your heart. Karl would roll his eyes, behind his sunglasses of course, and go take care of anything else that needed to be done. He didn’t leave you alone a lot, but when he did, you knew he was feeling upset. Jealousy mostly.

You wore nothing but a cute silk robe that Daniela had gifted you, and held a large fluffy towel against your stomach, another gift from the Dimitrescu (probably belonged to her mother). You were about to reach the bathroom when you heard footsteps through the house.

“Hey-”

You turned to find Karl, finding him standing in the doorway. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something you had never seen before.

“Hi?”

Your voice brought his attention back to you. His eyes raked up your body before finally settling on yours once more.

“Daniela give you that?”

“Uh-” You swallowed hard, watching Heisenberg stalk towards you, slowly, “yes.”

He smirked, “I’m beginning to think this isn’t something so innocent.”

Furrowing your brows and cocking your head, you blinked at him. “Something more? What are you- I thought we-”

“I thought so too.”

“If you want, I can go take it off? I just wanted to take a bath, and- I don’t know, feel cute...”

“Take it off.”

His eyes were darker now, his body tense. You nodded meekly and turned back towards the room you had been staying in. You started to walk towards it, but were stopped.

“No, I mean right now.”

“Karl, I’m-” Your voice grew quiet, almost a whisper, “I’m not wearing clothes under this.”

“I know.”

It clicked. Fuck. He wanted to see you naked. The two of you had shared a couple of heated moments, but never anything further than tongue kissing and almost dry humping. Mother Miranda had a way of stopping anything from happening. She had the best timing it seemed. But, he had already dealt with Miranda, so now, you were all his.

“I don’t know,” you felt like you were going to combust.

Karl was on you now, looking down at you with a lust filled gaze. Almost animalistic. You breath caught and you stared up at him, frozen. His hand met the towel in your arms and he took it from you, softly, and examined it.

“Another gift, I presume? This looks like my sister’s towel...”

You nodded, throat too dry to speak. Karl threw the towel down and your head turned towards it, watching it soar through the sky. Within an instance, Karl’s hand was on your cheek, forcing you to look back at him.

“I promise, I do not like Daniela that way, and I can assure you she doesn’t like me either.”

His hand met the silk tie on the robe and his thumb ran over it, “Hm,” he was deep in thought now, “I don’t think most people give silk robes to friends.” His voice was low and soft, and he was hovering above your face.

Your eyes screwed shut and you blew out air through your closed lips, “She gave them to me so I could impress you.”

Your words came out fast and almost incoherent, but Heisenberg caught it. He definitely caught it. Your eyes slowly opened back up and you watched him smirk down at you.

“Oh?”

“Yes, can I please, please go wash off now?”

You weren’t too sure how you got yourself into this particular predicament, but there you were, pushed against the wall, Karl’s thigh grinding against your cunt. Water was running in the background, but all you could focus on was warm hands under the silk robe that had somehow not been ripped from your body yet.

It had been mostly untied though, Karl’s hands beginning to roam across your stomach and towards your breasts. You let out a soft moan and Karl smiled against your neck.

“Fuck, so soft,” he whispered against your skin as his calloused hands found your breasts.

“The water,” Your attention was brought back to reality when you remembered you had bathwater running.

Karl groaned and moved slightly. His hands grabbed your wrists; he held them above your head. “What are you-” You tried to ask, but a piece of metal came flying towards you, and hit the wall; clamping against your wrists. You were stuck now.

Karl turned around and tended the tub, turning the water off. Your thighs rubbed together, the warmth that was once there now gone. You let out a whine and pouted at Heisenberg as he turned around.

“Let me go!” You pulled against the metal, “Why did you-”

“I don’t need you finishing a job that I’m more than capable of handling myself.”

You cocked your head at him and furrowed your brows. “What?”

“I don’t need you finger fucking yourself, you’ll be getting the real thing soon enough.”

You pouted and kept rubbing your thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction, but nothing was like the real thing. Your robe was hanging from your body now, the ribbon hanging off of your waist loosely.

Karl stopped the water and turned his attention back to you, “I was going to just fuck you right there, but I’d really rather the water not get cold.”

The metal fell from your wrists and your arms dropped to your sides. Karl motioned for you to remove your robe and furrowed your brows. “No. You aren’t even undressed.”

Karl’s face dropped, his eyes narrowing. You felt like you had made a grave mistake. Your mouth went dry and sheepishly took off the robe. As the robe hit the ground, so did your eyes. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your waist and kept your eyes low.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Karl stepped towards you, one of his hands reaching for you. “Come here,” He stepped towards you and gently grabbed your biceps, pulling you closer. “See, you look much better without that robe.”

With a nervous glint in your eyes, you looked up at him. You were beginning to feel a little more comfortable. You let your arms drop to your sides and you inhaled sharply. “I think it’s your turn now.” Your voice was soft.

“Of course,” he smiled down at you.

He motioned for you to go ahead and get in the tub and you did so, gladly. The water was warm and helped you untense immediately. You sat down and leaned back in the tub, your eyes closing. The back of your neck rested on the edge of the tub.

You could hear a belt and pants unzipping, but you stayed put where you were, frozen in the hot water. The water shifted after a couple minutes and Karl was on you in an instant. He placed his palm on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered open and you met his stare. Your eyes traveled down his body and stopped at his waist, that was all you could see from your -and his- position.

Karl’s hand moved from the back of your neck and to your chin, coaxing you to look back at him once more. His lips pressed to yours and his tongue instantly pushed into your mouth. You let out a moan and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Karl leaned back, into a sitting position, and easily brought you with him. The air was cold against your once warm skin, causing you to shiver. Karl’s hands roamed your torso and his mouth began to travel towards your jaw.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his hands grabbing you a little too tightly.

This caused you to let out a yelp, which led to Karl smiling against your skin. His teeth nipped at your jaw, down to your neck, and he was pulling you as close to him as possible. Your bodies curved together, perfectly made for each other.

Your back arched and you pressed harder against him as his lips trailed down to your breasts. One of Karl’s hands rested on the small of your back while the other held the back of your neck again. He was holding you in place. No chance of escape, but you did not want to escape. You wanted him more than anything.

The bath quickly spiraled into a heated makeout session and that’s all it was. Neither of you got a chance to actually bathe. You knew you’d be annoyed later, but for the time being, you were more than okay with it.

“It’s getting cool.” You gasped out between soft moans.

“Hmph,” Karl huffed against your skin. “I think we should continue in my room anyway.”

You nodded and the both of you stood up. Karl’s hand grabbed your and he helped you out of the tub. Standing beside, naked and vulnerable, you realized how much bigger he was. You weren’t too sure of his height, but, fuck, he was tall.

Karl grabbed a towel and sloppily dried the both of you off before easily picking you up and making his way towards his room. Once you did reach his room, he threw you on the bed and loomed over you. You inhaled loudly and held yourself up with your forearms.

“Lay flat on your back.”

You cocked your head, but you obviously didn’t move fast enough. Karl’s hand met your shoulder and he gently pushed you down.

“I said lay down.”

Your back hit the soft bed and your eyes hit the ceiling. You could hear Karl complain about you being a brat and you huffed. You were going to protest, really, you were! But then, the feeling of Karl’s lips on your inner thigh made you come to a complete halt.

Your hair stood on end and your fists balled around the sheets. Karl’s fingers danced around your entrance and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear him laugh.

“So wet, already, kitten.” Karl’s fingers pushed into your pussy and his lips stayed pressed to your thigh, slowly making his way up. “All for me...”

You let out a hiss as two of Karl’s fingers pulled out and quickly pushed back in. Karl shifted and, while his fingers pumped in and out, his lips met your cunt and his tongue swirled around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Karl, please-”

“Use your words, kitten.”

“Please, let me cum!”

Karl let out a low growl and his fingers pumped a little faster. His tongue moved back to your clit and lightly pressed onto it, while rubbing circles around it. A heat began to pool into your stomach and you let out a whine. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t. All you could do was moan and cry out.

“Cum for me,” Karl rumbled, and your back arched into him.

Quickly, you came undone. Stars blurred your vision and everything tensed. Karl let you ride out your orgasm, gently licking at your pussy while you came down. You were a twitching mess, lying spread out on his bed.

“Please, I need you, I need you to fuck me!”

Your voice was low, but the excitement was there. Karl crawled over you and you looked up at him. His hand grabbed at his cock and he began to pump it a couple of times, percum spilling from the head.

When you really got a good look at his cock, you were nervous. Worried you weren’t ready for him.

“Trust me, kitten, you’re wet enough.”

You nodded and leaned back. Karl positioned himself at the entrance of your pussy and slowly pushed in. Moaning from the pleasure, your hips bucked into his. Karl froze and his tongue clicked at you.

“Eager, are we?”

You couldn’t help but nod.

“Fine.”

Karl’s movements were slow at first, steady. You whined under him and rocked your hips upwards. Karl lazily grabbed your hip and pushed into the bed, not letting you move anymore. You groaned and wanted nothing more than for his hips ro roll into yours.

Suddenly, he was picking up the pace. He leaned his forehead against yours and let out a guttural groan.

“So fucking good... And all mine.”

“All yours, fuck- please, I promise, I’m all yours.”

Something in his eyes became very dark, animalistic almost. His pace quickened again, his hips pressing into yours before pulling back and pushing all the way back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of your wailing was surely heard by the villagers.

“Going to fuck you so good, kitten. You’re being so good for me.”

You let out a loud cry of pleasure, words becoming too hard to say. Your brain was mush and your body was only reacting to Karl. “Karl!” You let out a loud cry, finally reaching your orgasm. He seemed close too.

His hips were rutting into you, his movements becoming sloppy and fast. He was growling in your ear, his chest rumbling. You were easily sent into another orgasm. Your eyes screwed shut and your nails clawed down his scarred back.

“So fucking good, kitten- Fuck!”

Karl finally reached his orgasm, fucking his release into you. His hips slowed and his growling became more quiet.

“Let’s stay like this a moment.”

His cock pressed deep inside you, unmoving, as your pussy clenched around him. His chest pressed yours and his breathing was rugged and fast.

“So,” your voice hoarse, “Should Daniela give me gifts more often?”

That was it, Karl was absolutely ready for round two.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 imagine #not sure what else to tag this with lol #if yall have any requests please let me know <3 #i havent written in... ages #so i feel like this could have been better but i do like it!

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

OUR LITTLE SECRET.

park jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: swearing, haechan sees reader naked for like two seconds, implications of showering with jisung, jisung’s clothes are too big for reader, implies that reader has long & dark hair, reader uses she/her pronouns

2.2k words

you were jisung’s little secret. as an idol, being in a relationship was not only risky, but hard to contain. not only did jisung worry about his own repuatation, but the most important thing to him was your happiness and your safety. and if the world knew about you, he was sure that both of those would be at risk. so he kept you to himself; not even his closest friends and fellow members knowing about you.

you didn’t mind, of course. you appreciated the way he took your feelings into consideration. you didn’t want to be famous, not one bit. you didn’t want to be known as the girl who dates an idol. jisung meant the world to you, and you didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

so, the two of you opted for hanging out only when the fellow dreamies, who also happened to be jisung’s dormmates, weren’t home. and after your departure, he would make sure that every tiny trace of you was gone. he thought he’d been caught just recently—jaemin had found a piece of long dark hair in the laundry room and was quite puzzled. of course, jisung feigned the same amount of confusion as the other boys. and luckily, he wasn’t questioned.

or even when renjun found a tube of lipgloss in between the couch cushions when he was cleaning one day. luckily, donghyuck’s sister had visited recently before that which made a great excuse as to why there could be a tube of lipgloss in the couch. however, jisung couldn’t help but taste that same lipgloss on his lips from the day before when the dreamies weren’t home.

but he hasn’t been caught, and he hadn’t planned on getting caught any time soon. it’s been over a year since the two of you began dating, and to be honest, both of you were quite shocked at how long you’ve kept this secret. jisung promised you that one day, when ready, he’d gladly introduce you to the members; but for now, laying low was the only viable option.

you sighed at the feeling of the hot water trickling down your back, your hands running through your hair to get the suds out. the only type of wash jisung had in the shower was men’s shampoo, but the smell was absolutely heavenly so you weren’t really complaining. he had just previously gotten out, opting to let you finish washing your hair while he searched for a movie for the two of you to watch before you had to leave the dorms.

you heard the knob of the bathroom door turning, a smile immediately adorning your face at the thought of your boyfriend’s pretty face, free of any makeup and hair completley natural. you were about to greet him, until you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t jisung’s.

“jisung, we’re home a little early. jeno forgot to text you that we were on our way back,” you heard a high-pitched voice say, and you could lightly make out the shadow of a figure walking towards the sink in the bathroom. your eyes widened, a state of pure panic taking over your body.

shit, what do i do now? i can’t say anything, my voice clearly isn’t jisung’s! but if i stay silent, it’ll be weird! oh, fuck!

“dude?” the boy said after another moment, confusion laced in his voice at the lack of response. your hands flew to your forehead in frustration, holding your breath in a nervous habit. the figure walked a bit closer towards the closed shower curtain, and you could see the way he bent down and picked something up.

shit.

“bro, why are there women’s underwear on your floor? and a bra?” you heard a laugh. “i had no idea you liked to wear these types of things, jisung,” the boy teased, and you could practically feel the smugness in his tone. suddenly, you heard the voice of your lovely boyfriend. finally.

“hyuck! h-hey, what’s up?” jisung casually asked, and you could clearly hear the nervousness in his voice. you could make out his figure faintly through the curtain, his hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“oh- jisung? why is the shower running if you’re not in it?” the boy questioned, a tint of suspicion in his voice.

“oh, you know. just cleaning the tub!” jisung laughed it off, and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic excuse and terrible lying skills.

“cleaning? dude, you never clean!” the boy, that you now know as hyuck, laughed. “let’s see just how good you cleaned the bathtub then,” he mocked, and the panic began to rise in you once again as you saw his figure get closer and closer to the shower curtain. and suddenly, there were fingers hooked around the ends of the curtain and a panicked jisung yelling, “no! hyung, stop!”

and before you knew it, your eyes met a pair of brown ones that had blown incredibly big at the sight of a girl in the familiar shower. the scream you let out was loud and ear-piercing as you tried your best to cover yourself, a similar noise coming from the boy you’d never met before.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he screamed, immediately covering his eyes, running out of the bathroom as you heard his loud footsteps. you stopped the water, not knowing what else to do as you heard jisung chase after him.

“THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!”

suddenly, a series of voices began to reach your ears, a loud and shocked “THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!?” coming from another voice, but this one a bit deeper. you cringed, an overwhelming amount of regret taking over you. as fast as you could, you exited the bathroom, thanking the gods above that your boyfriend’s bedroom was only one room over. you threw on the first thing that you could find in jisung’s closet—a large shirt and a pair of sweat shorts.

after speedily getting dressed, you made your way towards the door of jisung’s bedroom. your hand hesitated on the knob, a heavy breath leaving your lips as you prepared yourself for an interesting encounter, and also to properly explain yourself; although, you weren’t really sure there was a proper way to explain all of this.

opening the door, you slowly and nervously made your way down the hall and nearing the living room, where several different voices were bickering and talking back and forth—you being the main subject.

rounding the corner, you caught sight of the five boys you had heard so much about. your body shook with nerves and your wet hair felt heavier than normal on your head and your shoulders. they hadn’t heard or seen you yet, their minds too occupied with questioning and interrogating the youngest of the group.

you lightly cleared your throat, gaining the attention of all six boys as they went completely silent. all twelve eyes were on you, wide and shocked, confusion evident in the way they looked at you. jisung silently cooed at the way you looked with his baggy clothes on your small figure, but now was not the time for that.

“who are you!?” one of them screeched, his bright orange hair swaying as he shook his head in confusion. before you could even get a word out, jisung interrupted.

“chenle! don’t talk to her like that!” he defended you. the way the five unfamiliar boys stared at you had involuntarily made you shiver, your nerves causing you to flinch away from their stares.

“guys, this is. . . uhm,” jisung cleared his throat, looking down at the ground as his cheeks went red. he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with his five best friends, and especially you. your eyes sparkled at him, a gentle smile taking over your face at his cute antics. although, you couldn’t really blame him for acting in such ways. this was an awkward situation. “this is y/n. my girlfriend,” he blurted out, his voice going high-pitched at the end of his sentence.

“girlfriend?” another said, his eyes going wide as he stared at jisung. “since when have you had a girlfriend?” he said, his pink hair nearly covering his wide eyes.

“about a year and a half,” you responded, and they seemed shocked to hear you speak. your voice was small and nervous, but had a sweetness to it that made their hearts melt. you were so small compared to them, jisung’s clothes hanging off of your dainty figure like a dress.

“you’ve been keeping this from us for over a year!?”

“yes, renjun!” jisung responded with annoyance. “she just said that, didn’t she?”

“oh, don’t you dare talk to me like that-“ renjun started, but was cut off by the final boy, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose as he shushed renjun.

“i’m really sorry,” you said, your eyes wide in regret as you nervously played with your fingers.

“why are you apologizing? it’s my fault i didn’t tell them,” jisung said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

“no, no, no. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry for intruding when you guys didn’t even know i existed. it was wrong of me and i apologize. i’m the one who agreed to see jisung in secret, when i should’ve been encouraging him to be truthful with you all. i-i didn’t mean to offend any of you,” you spoke softly, and the boys couldn’t help but soften at the way you basically shriveled into a ball from nervousness.

“it’s okay,” hyuck said, noticing the way jisung looked at you with sadness in his eyes. he had never seen such a look on the younger’s face, and it almost made him feel bad for making such a scene. almost. “it’s jisung’s fault. he’s the idiot for keeping an entire person from us,” he finished.

“hey!” jisung defended, and you couldn’t help but giggle at that, covering your face to hide your blushing and embarassed cheeks. the boys smiled at you, somehow finding you quite adorable. it had only been a mere few minutes and they had barely even spoke to you, yet somehow you were already like a little sister to them. maybe it was the look in jisung’s eyes when you emerged from his bedroom, or maybe it was the way you smiled at jisung after hyuck made you laugh.

“you guys are all assholes, you know! instead of approaching the situation calmly you just automatically freaked out on me!” jisung said, huffing as he stomped his foot.

“calmly!? park jisung, i saw a naked girl in our shower. how the hell was i supposed to react calmly to that!?” hyuck said, causing you to break out into giggles once again as he shouted at your boyfriend. the boys joined along in your light laughter, all amused; except for your boyfriend, of course.

“well. . . i don’t know! also, why are you still holding those!?” jisung shouted, noticing the familiar pair of blue underwear in hyuck’s hands. your boyfriend snatched them from his friend’s grip, hiding them behind his back. you yelped in embarrassment, for they weren’t necessarily a normal pair of underwear—but rather, lack-there-of.

“yeah? why is your hair wet, too?” chenle pointed out, the boys all noticing his dripping wet locks, similar to yours. jisung’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in shock. suddenly, his entire face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were trembling. “wh-what are you talking about? i took one before her!”

“yeah, right! your hair would’ve been dry by now! our little maknae isn’t so little anymore, huh?” the boy with the pink hair smirked, a teasing laugh escaping his lips as the boys joined along. “shut up, jaemin!”

“hey, i don’t blame you, sung! from what i saw, she’s got a nice pair of-“

“don’t you dare say it!” he yelled at hyuck. you put your face in your hands, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“our maknae can get it!” the boy with glasses said. “shut up, jeno!” jisung responded, clearly at a loss for words.

you giggled again, your mood suddenly lifting. you no longer felt weird and embarassed by the way they looked at you, but rather comfortable. they had already made you laugh quite a few times, and you had only just met them. you looked at jisung and the way he sighed in frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile at him and the way they nagged and teased the younger.

despite jisung’s protests, you could already make out the clear brother-like relationship between the boys. it was evident in the way they teased him, their remarks full of affection. weirdly enough, you enjoyed seeing so much love being put forth towards your boyfriend, no matter how much he disagreed.

for the days after that, you no longer saw jisung in secret. you started to spend a lot more time at the dorms, whether the dreamies were there or not. you even began spending nights there, up until sunrise playing games with jisung and his fellow members. you felt closer to your boyfriend than ever, and you were happy to call the five other boys your new friends.

maybe being a secret wasn’t the best option, afrerall.

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