#She is frustrating and headstrong

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Sudsy Confessions - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: As the end of the school year continues to creep up on all of the seventh-year students, Sebastian has thought about what’s to come after graduation shamefully little. He’s equal parts annoyed and worried that he doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, and he’s even more frustrated that he’s running out of time to tell you how he really feels about you. When a chance opportunity finally presents itself, Sebastian seizes the moment, even if the setting is a little… unorthodox.  

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian confessing his long-harbored love for you while you’re naked in a bathtub. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, love confessions, bathtub sex

Full fic can also be found here on Ao3 with more diverse tags :))

It was rare for Sebastian to get so bent out of shape over Quidditch. Especially since it had been an unofficial scrimmage between him and a handful of friends– which he had still won, mind— but it was the topic of discussion that had transpired after the actual event in The Three Broomsticks that had gotten him all hot and bothered, and there was no way around the truth of the matter. 

Garreth had brought up graduation. 

It was a topic that Sebastian had done his best to steer clear of since he had yet to formulate a plan for himself after Hogwarts. Apparently Weasley would be starting an apprenticeship with J. Pippins at his shop in Hogsmeade, which had warranted a few hesitant congratulations from the rest of his motley group. It was obvious that Leander and Imelda assumed the same thing Sebastian did; that Garreth would probably blow up the shop soon after starting. 

Then there was Imelda. Headstrong, resilient, and determined to prove herself. She fully intended on trying out for the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team after graduation and refused to believe she would do anything but succeed. There was no reason to doubt her at all– she’d always been masterful on her broom and had set new records left and right since Professor Black had reinstated Quidditch again. Sebastian only hoped that he was well out of sight in the event things didn’t go the way Imelda wanted them to. 

Leander had taken a bit of a sharp turn somewhere between the start of school and the present moment and apparently wanted to apply to work at the Ministry. Specifically, he’d been talking about joining the Council of Magical Law– evidently finding the power that would come with such a position all too appealing. Sebastian couldn’t help but think it was rather on brand for the Gryffindor to think as much, but his encouragement had been lukewarm all the same. 

Though he hadn’t joined them at The Three Broomsticks, it was already known that Ominis was also thinking about working for the Ministry, but with a different motive. He wanted to get more closely involved with the Muggle Liaison Office for reasons that continued to escape Sebastian. Whether it was to learn more about their differences to wizard-kind or to spite his family further, Sebastian didn’t know, but he was frankly inclined to believe the latter. 

Then there was you. The enigma, the mystery– the great unknown that had turned his entire world upside down from the moment you’d walked through the Great Hall doors two years ago. He had no clue what your plans were after graduation, and not knowing was slowly eating him alive. It had less to do with being kept out of the loop and more to do with his unspoken feelings for you– feelings that he had been keeping to himself for years now in a bid to keep his friendship with you unmarred. After your tumultuous fifth-year, it had understandably taken some time for the two of you to get back to any semblance of normalcy, and now that graduation was approaching, he couldn’t help but feel like time was slipping through his fingers. 

Sebastian’s previously upbeat demeanor had darkened considerably after that conversation, leading him to bail entirely on drinks at the pub in favor of returning to Hogwarts to wallow in self-pity. 

He’d moved in absolute silence following his return, a metaphorical rain cloud looming over his head as he’d gone to his dorm to grab his toiletries and a change of clothes before setting off for the Prefect’s bathroom. Friday nights were notoriously quiet now that everyone’s N.E.W.T’s had been completed, and Sebastian relished in the solitude that he always found in the spacious washroom. Sneaking in and using it was well worth the risk if it spared him from more idle conversations with his fellow classmates. 

It wasn’t unusual for the door to be locked– due in large part to the fact that it always was– so he undid the latch with his wand and shouldered the door open, barreling into the humid space with the grace of a hurricane. He tossed his items down on the countertop beside the sink and ripped his toothbrush out of his bag, shoving it in-between his lips as he turned the faucet on and rifled around for his bath soaps. Disappointment clouded his mind as his thoughts wandered back to you and the unknown future. It wouldn’t take much more than courage and a slim chance for Sebastian to get his feelings for you off his chest, but his fear of rejection kept him rooted in place. He was certain that at this point, it always would. 

“Keep running the water like that and you’ll drain the entire lake,” a familiar voice said from somewhere behind him. Sebastian damn near choked himself with his toothbrush as he whirled around to face the culprit, and then he found himself on the verge of fainting when he realized it was you. 

You were lounging in the massive tub with a smile on your face, not at all bothered by Sebastian’s sudden intrusion. Your hair was pinned up off of your bare shoulders in a messy heap, and the brunet stood no chance at concealing his blatant double take when he caught sight of your wet skin. The bulk of your naked body was covered by the scant spread of bubbles, but the tantalizing view of your collarbones had a flush rapidly spreading across his cheeks. 

“I– shit– I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here,” Sebastian frantically mumbled around his mouthful of toothbrush. Dammit, he sounded like a fool. He ripped the thin stick from his mouth and spun back around to shut off the faucet and hastily gather his belongings from the counter. 

“You didn’t really knock to find out, but it’s fine. Don’t rush off on my account.” 

Your nonchalant tone made him pause, and he hesitantly lifted his head to stare at your reflection in the mirror. True to your words, you seemed wholly unbothered by his presence, simply continuing to bask in the warmth of the water as the steam wafted up into your face.

There wasn’t a chance in hell he could have anticipated something like this happening. 

Almost reluctantly, Sebastian dropped his towel back onto the countertop, instead picking up the paste for his toothbrush before setting to work brushing his teeth. He watched through the mirror as you raked your wet fingers through the free strands of hair that had fallen in front of your face, and the sound of the disturbed water dripping down your arms echoed through the space. “Did you win your scrimmage?” Your eyes never wavered from his in the reflection, and he nodded. “Go out for drinks afterwards?” Another nod, switching to brush the other side of his mouth. “Ominis and Garreth?” Sebastian shook his head. “What, Garreth and Leander?”

He mumbled around a mouthful of foam, “An’ Imelda.”

Your expression pinched into one of confusion as you mused, “I thought you didn’t like drinking with Leander.” Sebastian only shrugged in vague response before bending forward to spit and rinse, trying incredibly hard to not think about how very naked and wet you were presently. He was unsuccessful. 

 For a brief moment, Sebastian debated on changing into his pajamas and leaving despite having come to bathe, but something possessed him to turn around and contemplate you after he turned off the faucet. The easy smile on your face and your half hooded eyes almost knocked him out, and he swallowed thickly. 

What was it he had thought to himself just moments earlier? Courage and a slim chance? Was this not exactly that? 

“Hey,” he muttered softly, his voice almost a whisper. “What are your plans after graduation?” 

You tilted your head to the side in visible confusion, a strand of hair falling in front of your eyes seductively from the movement. He tried not to stare too hard. “Plans?” 

“What will you do once it’s time to leave? You haven’t said anything to me about it– or Ominis,” he added quickly. “We were talking about it in Hogsmeade earlier, so I was just wondering.” 

You seemed to ponder his question for a minute, your wandering hands coming to a sudden halt in the mass of bubbles. Truthfully, you hadn’t brought it up to either of the Slytherin men because you hadn’t come to a final decision yet, but it made sense that with the completion of your N.E.W.T’s, people would begin planning their post-Hogwarts lives. The thought made you equal parts sad and nervous. 

“I thought about getting a job at first… to make a name for myself and save money, you know? But honestly, I think I might travel. I’ve explored virtually all of the Highlands for ancient magic sites and I think I’ve hit a dead end. I want to learn more about Isidora’s magic– the power from the Repository is still as much of an unknown now as it was two years ago. It’s just collecting dust inside of me at this point.” 

Sebastian gave you a nonplussed blink and did his damndest not to sound paranoid when he responded. “Travel? Where exactly were you thinking?” 

You shrugged and averted your gaze to the bubbles in front of you. Of course Sebastian would be displeased to discover that yet another person from his life would be departing it so soon. It was part of the reason you’d been keeping your intentions to yourself for so long. Nonetheless, you answered softly, “Maybe to Scotland. Isidora’s notes mentioned that she originally hailed from there–”

“Scotland?” Sebastian’s frantic voice cut you off, and he found his legs carrying him to the edge of the bathtub to kneel there and bore holes in the top of your head from across the water. “You would go that far to chase after a maybe? You don’t know for certain if looking out there will even bring you any new information– it sounds incredibly reckless.”

You fixed him with a hard, telling look. “That’s rich, coming from you. Who was it that refused to let up in his search for a cure for all of fifth-year?”

His brows slammed down atop his narrowed eyes, “That was different.” 

“How is it any different?” You sounded exasperated, and he sighed indignantly. “You wanted answers, and you never stopped looking for them. You had nothing to go off of, much like myself presently, and you were willing to do anything if it meant saving Anne. I want to use this power for something good, Sebastian. I can’t do that if I don’t know how it works. Leaving is the only plausible outcome for me.”

“It would be that easy for you, then? To leave and disappear for who knows how long searching for who knows what? Would you have even told me if I hadn’t asked just now?” 

It would be that easy for you to leave me, is what he really wasn’t saying. 

You shook your head at him, completely bewildered that he was so affected by your revelation. “Eventually, yes, I would have. I don’t understand– why do you care so much? You of all people should know I would keep in touch; I’ll send owls every week, keep you updated on where I am and what happens. Going our separate ways was practically always in the cards, Sebastian.” 

Some tiny, annoying part of him had always known that. Living at Hogwarts was a blissful reprieve from the real world, offering himself and other students a sanctuary from the concerns and problems of adult life. Hearing you voice your thoughts was a completely different thing, however, and Sebastian was woefully unprepared for the dawning realization that he wouldn’t be able to see you anymore.

He silently cursed himself for having taken this fucking long to accept how empty he would feel without you beside him. 

“Sebastian,” you whispered from across the tub, and his eyes slid shut at the sound of your gentle voice. It hurt too much to fathom not getting to hear it again, or not being able to see you and crack stupid jokes with you in the middle of Potion’s class. He wouldn’t get to duel other students with you in Crossed Wands, or go to Hogsmeade to drink Butterbeers and stop by the lake on your walks back to skip rocks. All of it would end, and he would be alone. 

Again.

“Sebastian,” you said again, and the closer proximity of your voice had him cracking his eyes open. You were directly in front of him now, evidently having left your spot on the other side of the bath to siddle directly up to the ledge in front of him. Your wide eyes gazed imploringly up at him, and your grip on the edge of the tub was white-knuckled. “Why do you care so much?” 

“How could I not care?” He forced the words out while he still had the courage, seemingly gazing into the depths of your very soul as he stared down at you. His words had your eyes widening further as a flush crept up your neck onto your cheeks, and before you got the chance to say anything, Sebastian was leaning down to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. 

A surprised squeak weaseled its way from your throat as he lifted his hands to cradle your head cautiously, and you weakly curled your fingers around his wrists as he dipped lower to accommodate for the awkward angle. Sebastian kissed you hungrily and passionately– in the way he had dreamed of doing for years. He licked along your lower lip and bit gently at it, pulling a gasp from your parted lips before one of your hands came to rest on his bent knee, leaving a wet handprint behind in its wake. 

After a few heated moments, Sebastian broke away to look at you through his lashes, more surprised than anything to discover that your face was an open book; a mixture of shock and hesitance was etched into your features while something much hotter burned in your eyes, making his head fucking spin. 

“Sebastian, I– ah…” 

He let you go and sat back on his heels then, crossing his arms over his knees and resting his chin on his forearms as he peered at you nervously. There were a thousand different things Sebastian wanted to blurt out, but he settled for staying quiet as he waited for you to say something– anything.

You gaped up at him for a moment, blinking slowly as the flush across your cheeks darkened considerably. “How long?” 

He shrugged timidly before he said, “Ages. Since fifth-year, if I’m being honest.” 

“You didn’t… say anything?” His curly brown locs brushed across his forehead as he shook his head. “Why?” 

“After everything that happened in the Catacombs, I was terrified of fucking things up again. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship– I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. So I just… kept my feelings to myself. But now you’re telling me you would leave– that it was always inevitable things would end this way– and I can’t accept that. I refuse to.” 

You didn’t know what to say. Your mind was reeling from Sebastian’s revelation, and your heart was hammering away in your chest so loudly that you were certain he could hear it. Of course you felt the exact same way, but much like Sebastian you’d been worried about ruining things or complicating your already tentative relationship– especially after the events of your fifth-year. But now here he was– on his damn knees confessing to you– and your thoughts of the future vanished completely from your mind. 

Biting your lip, you stared up at Sebastian for a moment with wide eyes. One of your hands rose off the edge of the tub to trail your wet fingers across his cheek, and as Sebastian’s freckled face moved away from his arm to swim clearly into view, you stood straight out of the water invitingly and let him wrap his strong arms around your bare waist. As the water beading over your skin soaked through Sebastian’s shirt, his eyes flickered between yours, searching for the hesitance he’d seen there before. 

It was nowhere to be found.

When your lips met with his again, the softness had left them, and the two of you kissed one another hard and needily. Sebastian straightened and nipped at your lips, smiling against your mouth as you melted into him, and your breath caught somewhere in your throat when his tongue slipped into your open mouth to tangle with your own. Holding you tighter, Sebastian trailed his hands over your slick skin– traversing up your spine and into your unruly hair to tangle his fingers in the strands at the nape of your neck. He kissed you desperately, moaning softly into your mouth when he felt your hands sweep across his shoulders to fumble with the buttons at the front of his shirt. 

You’d made it about halfway down the row of clasps before Sebastian grew impatient, freeing one of his hands to deftly undo the buttons with a practiced finesse that made your mouth water eagerly. He panted along the curve of your jaw as he undressed, biting and sucking at the skin of your throat until he was pulling away to shrug the damp material off of his shoulders. His tie was still snug around his neck, clamping the collar of his button-up in place, and he growled as he loosened the thin bit of fabric before yanking it over his head and diving back into the kiss like he’d been starved of your very essence. 

Until now the bizarre angle had proved to be a non-issue– but then the pressing matter of his trousers came to light, and you felt as Sebastian blindly palmed at his belt buckle in a bid to undo it. “Need help?” Your coy offer whispered against his lips sent shivers up his spine, but he was too frantic and greedy to give you the chance to assist.

Those toned, capable arms released you so he could stand fully, his lust-dark eyes never wavering from yours as he finally succeeded in unlooping his belt from around his waist. “Just don’t move and keep watching like that– it’s helping me plenty.” 

You flashed him a mocking pout but did as he asked, settling back into the water and scanning his body longingly as he stripped down to his briefs. He teasingly ran his thumbs under the waistband of his undergarments and shot you a smug look, all too pleased with the way you licked your lips when he eventually began slipping the attire down the delectable ‘V’ of his hips. The sight of Sebastian biting his lip as his cock sprung free and arched proudly against his toned stomach had you halting your movements, though, and you audibly whimpered before the brunet threw his briefs over his shoulder and descended into the soapy water with you. 

In a flash he had you back within reach, his hands coming to cup your rear as he silently prompted you to jump into his arms so he could carry you through the water towards the rim of the massive tub. Your back bumped against the tiles there, and Sebastian took full advantage by pressing himself into you more firmly. The hard, stiff length of him rubbed tantalizingly against your folds, and you sighed contentedly before his mouth was on yours once more. 

The two of you languidly kissed for what seemed like forever, and you were more than willing to continue for as long as Sebastian saw fit. When one of the hands he had against your rear began to slip lower into uncharted territory, you smiled against his lips and huffed out an airy laugh. “Eager, are you?” 

“Shut up,” Sebastian murmured against your mouth, holding fast to your bottom harder and with greater fervor. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.” 

You arched your hips against Sebastian’s and drew in a shaky breath at the sensation of his shaft grazing over a particularly sensitive spot. “Then show me,” you implored. 

Growling again, Sebastian wrangled you around until you were kneeling on the ledge with your back to him and your hands braced on the rim of the bathtub. His hands were seemingly everywhere; sliding down your shoulder blades, scratching at the curve of your waist, then ghosting down the backs of your thighs as he nudged your legs apart further. You felt as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against the outline of your spine, and there wasn’t a chance in hell you could smother the shudder of delight that coursed through you. Sebastian moved on swiftly, though, and began pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses against your lower back, curling his hands around your hips before you felt him descend closer to your nether region. In your current position, it was just barely peeking above the thin layer of bubbles within the tub, and you heard the water slosh around Sebastian as he dropped to his knees and came face to face with your most intimate parts. 

The broad slick of Sebastian’s tongue sliding through your folds pulled a startled gasp from your lips, and your forehead fell against the tile with a soft, stuttered moan. The feeling of him tasting you– achingly and deliberately slow– had you shaking in earnest as you bit your knuckle for a semblance of control. You were struggling against the urge to rock back into his ministrations, eventually settling for reaching between your spread legs with your free hand to rub at your clit for some added reprieve, but then Sebastian slid his palms from your hips to your inner thighs to nudge your hand away. 

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered to you, and you mewled softly before tucking your hand against your chest and nodding. “Don’t hold back, either. I want to hear you.”

You were on the verge of responding, but the way Sebastian slid his tongue over you again drove whatever words you’d formulated straight out of your head. His hands ghosted along your skin as he lowered himself further, the tops of his shoulders completely submerging beneath the soapy water, and he took care to trail his fingers slowly down the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he made himself comfortable behind you. 

Sebastian laved his tongue over you gently and encouragingly, then experimentally stiffened the muscle before poking it inside of you, leaving you whining and gasping his name. The brunet pushed his tongue in deeper then, moaning in response to the hitch in your voice as he pressed his lips against your folds and fucked the muscle into you slowly. 

“Gods, S-Sebastian–”

The man in question sighed and picked up his pace, flicking his tongue into you and dropping messy kisses against you. One of his hands slid up to your clit, brushing two of his fingers over the bundle of nerves with a moan, and when he leaned in hard to fuck his tongue as deep as possible into you, your high, airy whimpers made Sebastian’s head spin. 

With one last pump of his tongue, Sebastian pulled away, grinning at the way you twitched in response to his efforts. You heard the water stir and felt the warm, wet weight of the Slytherin drape over your back as he leaned forward to kiss across your shoulder, his hands running soothingly up the sides of your waist. 

“Fuck,” Sebastian breathed out, prompting you to turn and look at him over your shoulder. Your half-hooded eyes and parted lips sparked something in him then, and when you reached back to tangle your fingers in his hair, the brunet leaned in to meet you gladly. You moaned into the kiss, drawing a like-minded sound from Sebastian when you ground your hips back against his throbbing member. His thick hands gripped at your waist tightly as he gasped against your mouth, a desire unlike any he’d ever experienced overtaking him in a matter of seconds. The urge to feel you encasing him was overwhelming– enough so that for one brief moment, Sebastian allowed himself to press so hard against you that it stole your breath and smothered your senses. 

“Sebastian,” you groaned from beneath him. Your gaze sought him out, but his own eyes were pinched shut as he relished in the ecstasy that fell over him from merely grinding against you. It wasn’t simply the act itself that was doing it for him. It was knowing that he was doing it with you. Everything he had craved for two whole years was finally coming to fruition, and despite wanting to relish in every second of it with you, Sebastian was losing himself to his impulses. You called to him again, “Sebastian, please.” 

His chocolate brown eyes cracked open at the sound of your voice coupled with your incessant tugging on his hair, and his shaky sigh told you everything you needed to know; he was incredibly eager. 

“S-Sorry,” he stammered out, swallowing thickly in a way that drew your attention to his bobbing adam’s apple. You merely shook your head in silent dismissal, then rocked back against him to spur him into motion. If it was guidance he needed, you were more than happy to provide it. “I don’t know how much longer I can draw this out,” he admitted with a low voice, and as though to punctuate the statement, you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your hips to prevent you from moving against him any further. 

“Then don’t,” you insisted needily, yanking lightly on his hair once more to goad him into moving. “I’m ready if you are.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” Sebastian murmured, his voice gravelly and directly against the shell of your ear. “I’ll be the judge of that.” 

You shivered in anticipation when you felt one of his hands trail down the swell of your rear to probe at your slick entrance with one of his fingers. His other hand traced soothing circles against lower back, relaxing you further until you had melted against the rim of the tub with your neck craned to the side to watch Sebastian as he worked. 

When he sank one of his fingers into you slowly, you let loose a shaky exhale and felt a flush creep up your neck and onto your cheeks, leaving Sebastian biting his lip at the wanton image you made as he pressed the digit knuckle deep. Thrusting slowly, he eventually managed to work a second finger into you, trying not to think too hard about the way you looked spread around him, or the way you moved back against him, or how fucking wet you were. 

“Sebastian,” you groaned. His eyes flicked back up to yours, entirely certain that he looked just as fucking needy as you did– especially given the way you shivered and rode back against his hand a little harder. “C-Curl your fingers down a little–” he did so, and was instantly rewarded with a telling jolt from you. “Oh fuck– there–” 

The sound of Sebastian moaning to himself was almost lost in the way you were gasping and keening, and he moved his hand from your back to your hip to hold you in place as he followed the same path you’d instructed him to with his fingers. He thrusted a little harder, curling his digits against your sweet spot, and the way you arched your back and spread your thighs as far as you could without slipping while you gasped for Sebastian was fucking intoxicating. 

It was too much. 

Sebastian pulled his fingers free and reached towards you without a second thought, coiling his arm around your waist as he leaned in to kiss you again. You couldn’t help but whine at the way his cock rubbed against you, and you were near boneless in the brunet’s arms as his lips molded to yours and his tongue delved into your mouth. His strong arm held you fast to him as the other braced against the rim of the tub, holding him steady above you as he kissed you senseless. When he finally broke away to catch his breath, you practically sagged into the water beneath him. 

“Merlin, Sebastian…” 

“Are you okay?” The Slytherin’s voice was rough when he asked, low and raspy with arousal, and once you gave your enthusiastic approval, Sebastian reached between the two of you to line himself up before pressing into you. 

Sebastian’s eyes squeezed shut at how you felt around him; tight, hot, and utterly incredible. He just barely managed to keep his composure as he slowly filled you, and your scarcely stifled gasps and keening whimpers were decidedly not helping him keep his wits about him. Every fiber of Sebastian’s being urged him to ram his cock into you– to fuck your brains out and hear his name spill from your lips in breathless screams. When he finally did sheathe himself all the way inside of you, he melted against your back, holding you tightly and whispering your name against your ear over and over again. 

“Fuck, you’re…” you trailed off, subtly shaking against Sebastian’s damp skin. “You’re b-big.”

“Gods, darling,” Sebastian breathed, exhaling roughly into the nape of your neck. “Can I move?” 

You gave a stuttered assent, but you were still insanely tight around his cock, so for both your sakes when Sebastian pulled back a little and rolled his hips back in, he did so slowly in a bid to test the waters. 

No pun intended.

Your choked moan was more than enough of an answer for him, so he worked to set a slow, deep rhythm, buying himself time to get used to the heat wrapped around his cock. The gentle sigh that emanated from you coupled with the way your back bowed ever so slightly told Sebastian that his restraint was appreciated. But then you were glancing back at him from over your shoulder, and the rosy flush that colored your cheeks combined with your glazed over eyes nullified the majority of his self-control. 

Sebastian blindly trusted you to keep steady on your knees as he gripped your hips to thrust into you harder, moving faster and giving gasping moans as you tensed and groaned, squeezing him in the most perfect way. He pulled you back onto his cock, adjusting his hips so he could fuck into your sweet spot, and the way you arched under him and cried out was fucking amazing. 

“Oh f-fuck, Sebastian,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your hand in his damp, brown curls, and Sebastian let you tug him closer so he could mouth along your shoulder, tasting the sweet-smelling bathsoaps as he went. The water splashed around you both, and you swore softly as a small wave of sudsy water sloshed up the side of the tub and sprayed you in your face. 

Taking note of your predicament, Sebastian slowed his movements and angled his head so he could murmur directly in your ear, “Do you want to move?” 

“We could, but– damn, Sebastian–”

Sebastian didn’t want to fucking move. He did want to see your face, though. He pulled out swiftly, and before you could move to climb out of the water, he grabbed and maneuvered you around so your back was pressed against the side of the tub with your legs bent over his elbows. When he reached back further to grip the rim of the tub on either side of you, he sank back into you with a low moan. Water wasn’t the most spectacular of lubricants as it turned out, but you were naturally slick enough that it was essentially a nonissue.

The expression that spread over your flushed face drove Sebastian a little crazy. He moved hot and slow, pulling back far with every aching thrust before filling you up and making you whimper. It’s exactly what Sebastian had wanted, but the way your eyes rolled shut just made him want to fuck you harder, water splashing in your face be damned. 

He leaned in close and nipped at your swollen lips, still rolling his hips maddeningly slow. “I want to fuck you so hard,” he managed, voice shaking. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want to see you fall over the edge so hard that you pass out in my arms.” He snapped his hips, just enough to make you cry out. “I’ll fuck you just like that. I’ll make the Prefects come running from how loud you are. I hope you don’t have plans this weekend, because you’re mine until the bell tolls on Monday.”

You whimpered and shivered under Sebastian, sucking in sharp breaths with every slow thrust, and when you rode your hips back into the brunet, he couldn’t help but let his head hang between his shoulders, his dark eyes sliding shut. The way you were sucking him in deeper was mind-blowing, the water flowing in waves around the two of you, until a burning, tightening sensation took root in your gut and made you grit your teeth together in anticipation. 

“S-Sebastian, fuck,” he thrust harder in response, grinding his hips into you and causing your back to arch with a gasping cry. “Sebastian, I’m– I’m going to–”

“Do it,” he gasped, leaning in to kiss you quickly and messily. “Let me see how you come for me.” 

Your nails dug into his shoulder before you pulled one hand away to begin frantically rubbing circles over your swollen clit. You rocked your hips back into his and worked yourself closer to your finish with a low moan, keeping your movements in time with his thrusts. The way you licked your lips and the way you watched Sebastian with a dark, fucked-out gaze made him whimper. You were so intense– your lips parting on gasping moans of Sebastian’s name– and it took a surprising amount of self-control for him to not just fucking blow it right then. Instead, he bent you back just a little further, just enough to see that needy expression fall back over your face as he fucked you just that little bit harder. 

Your moans grew higher, louder, breathier, until you were crying out and shaking in Sebastian’s arms. “S-Seb– fuck– I’m coming, I’m coming–” 

Your spine rounded and your eyes squeezed shut as you clamped down tight on Sebastian’s cock, a guttural whine ripping from your heaving chest as your climax washed over you. The dexterous movements from your fingers took you higher than you thought possible, and the way you barely managed to choke out Sebastian’s name was enough to send the Slytherin over the edge. 

He pressed himself against you and buried his cock deep, fucking you through your finish with short, fast thrusts while he moaned your name against your throat, his hands moving to grip your sides tight with trembling fingers. “Fuck, darling, fuck–”

Blearily, you moved your arm and wrapped it around Sebastian’s neck as he came, who was shaking and babbling far too loud for it to be muffled against your slick skin. You buried your face into his tangled hair, jolting slightly from every miniscule movement of his twitching member inside of you. When the bulk of his post-coital high had subsided, he began wetly mouthing up your neck and along your jaw before sweetly peppering kisses over your cheek. The demonstration brought a breathless grin to your face, and your hands found their way to the hair at the back of his neck before you wound your fingers through the strands. 

“Merlin’s bloody balls,” Sebastian gritted out, sliding his arms out from under your knees to hold them fast to his waist. You followed his lead easily and wrapped your legs around his hips, sitting up to kiss him contentedly as your palms skimmed along his freckled back. He smiled against your lips and murmured, “We should probably get out. I can feel how pruney your fingers are.” 

“Mm,” you hummed softly, pulling back from the kiss to hold one of your hands up to see how wrinkled your skin had become in the throes of passion. “You’re not wrong. But it would be counterproductive to not wash off all the sweat, wouldn’t it?” 

Sebastian gave you a nonplussed blink before smiling brightly at you in agreement. Almost reluctantly, he slid free from your welcoming heat and deposited you on the shallow stone ledge, then hoisted himself out of the bath to pad over to his toiletry bag. After grabbing all the necessities and jumping back into the steaming water, the two of you took your time cleansing one another, lingering touches and thoughtful kisses being exchanged throughout the process. Eventually Sebatian found himself sitting with his back to the rim of the tub, your smaller figure situated comfortably between his legs as he scooped water into his hands and let it run over your shoulders. If your slouched posture was anything to go by, you were incredibly relaxed, and Sebastian realized dimly that he was too. To be with you in this way was everything he could ever want and more, and he didn’t want it to end. Not by a longshot. 

“Let me come with you after graduation,” he said suddenly, his voice a mere whisper from behind you. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you processed his request, the bathroom utterly silent except for the distant dripping of water from the faucet, and before long you were turning around to face him with your hands braced on his legs. “What?” 

“Let me come with you,” he said again, conviction burning in his dark eyes. “To Scotland. I want to do whatever I can to help you. Please don’t leave me behind.” 

All you could do was blink for a moment before opening and closing your mouth in surprise. Sebastian’s unwavering gaze only prolonged the formation of words, until eventually you furrowed your brow and uncertainty took root. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him with you– far from it, in fact. The events that had transpired just minutes earlier had only proven that your close relationship was something to treasure for as long as possible, and you were more than ready to do exactly that. You just didn’t want him to throw his own ambitions to the side simply because you planned to travel. “What about what you want to do? Don’t you have your own plans? I thought Professor Weasley talked to you about–” 

“I never made a decision,” he stated firmly and with a shake of his head. “The Professor had her own ideas about what I would excel at, but I never agreed or wanted to pursue any of her suggestions. I honestly felt like I was in limbo until now. My point is, what I want is to stay with you. I want to help you the same way you helped me with Anne, and I really, really don’t want to end up sitting alone in some office in London waiting for your owls to reach me. There’s always something missing when you’re not with me.”

To say you were an emotional mess would be a monumental understatement. Sebastian’s words struck something deep within you, something sentimental and desperate to come to the surface. He evidently saw your tears before you felt them, because he was instantly sitting forward to cup your cheeks in his wet hands before wiping them away with his thumbs. The concern on his face was apparent, but you were already smiling reassuringly at him before he could verbally ask if you were alright. “You really know how to confess to a girl, huh?” 

He let loose an airy, relieved laugh that drifted over your nose and chilled your damp cheeks, and you wrapped your fingers around his wrists as he smiled anxiously at you. “I had a long time to practice. Is that a yes, then?” 

“Yes, you can come with me. I would love it if you did,” you said, and the giddy excitement that radiated from the man was the most palpable thing in the room at that moment. “Two heads might be better than one, after all.”

Sebastian was on you in an instant. He coiled around you like a baby mooncalf and smiled so brightly that it easily rivaled the intensity of the sun. Water splashed everywhere as he spun you effortlessly within the bath, your capricious laughter reverberating off the walls of the spacious room as elation flooded your system. Being encased in his warm embrace was all the confirmation you needed that you had made the right choice. In turn, knowing that his future was all the clearer brought a sense of peace and belonging to Sebastian that he would hold on to for as long as he was able. 

It just so happened that presently, he was holding on to you. 

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[thehighladywrites]

“JUST ONE MORE, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: rhysand x reader, inner circle makes an appearance , madja makes an appearance

⋆˙⟡ summary: feeling ready to finally have kids, you tell rhys who is over the moon. madja gives you a special tea to help boost ovulation. how does that turn out for you?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: a fuckton of smut, fluff, rhys cries, so does reader, breeding, aphrodisiacs ( i think ), boosting tea, pregnancy, pregnancy smut ig, Big dick daddy construction worker Rhys😍😍, protective rhys like super protective, obsession and possession. Rhys develops a new obsession with reader🤷🏽‍♀️

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i need a break. holy fuck. also, can i go next🧎🏽‍♀️ Plus english isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors or mistakes, i’m sorry😭💗

“is that what you’ll be teaching our children, darling? To be snappy when someone asks you something?”

Rhysand took great pleasure in provoking a reaction from you. Your day had been rough, with even the slightest annoyances causing you to snap at him. From criticizing his breakfast chewing to berating his small handwriting in his reports, your frustration peaked when rhys playfully teased, leading you to unleash a stream of unpleasant words.

And now, he was dangerously close to you kicking him out of your bedroom. You stood there, making the bed with him on the other side as you tucked in the sheets on either side.

“Fuck off, Rhys. I'm teaching my kids that their father holds the title for being the most annoying ass in Prythian's history. They'll also be well-informed about your love for relentless teasing. I'll caution them to steer clear, as mommy doesn't want them influenced by your habit of being an annoying provocateur,” you flashed him a fake smile before tugging the sheets from his hands.

His laughter resonated through the room as he threw his head back, closing the distance with a confident step. Looking you up and down, he met you face to face, his eyes filled with mirth and a touch of affection.

“Let's pray to the Mother that they don't inherit your bratty behavior,” he teased, flicking your nose, enjoying your reaction.

“And yes, before you can come up with some crude insult, you're without a doubt the most pouty, bratty, headstrong person I've ever encountered.” His smile held a mix of playfulness and genuine fondness.

“I should feel insulted, but strangely, I don't,” you admitted with a smile. Playfully ushering him back to his side of the bed, you continued fixing the sheets, ready to settle in for the night.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Lying awake, Rhys's words echoed in your mind. The thought of having children together stirred a mix of excitement and doubt. The responsibilities of being the high lord and high lady of the Night Court loomed large, and the question of balancing it with parenthood lingered. Despite the uncertainties, a deep yearning surfaced – a want to put more focus on kids and maybe ease of the work load.

Unable to sleep, you chose to scoot closer to your mate as you put your head on his pillow, running your hand through his hair and finding comfort in the rhythm of his shallow breathing.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The bell chimed as you entered Madja's clinic, finding it empty. You weren't supposed to be there; you had told Rhys you weren't feeling well to avoid going to the Hewn City with him. He grew concerned and insisted on staying, but after some persuasion, he reluctantly left. Now, you had the perfect opportunity to visit the healer in secret.

“Hello? Madja, are you here?”Your voice echoed in the empty clinic. After a long pause, you turned to leave, but just as you did, Madja opened a door, wearing gloves and a mask, looking confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You all loved Madja deeply as she was like a second mother to everyone. She expressed concern, worry evident in her eyes. You reassured her, mentioning that nothing was wrong. She nodded, explaining she had a patient and would be done in a few minutes. Madja suggested making yourself some tea and taking a seat while you waited.

After a while, Madja finished with her patient and led you into her office. She took her place behind the big table, and you sat in front of her, ready for whatever conversation lay ahead.

“What can I help you with today?”

Taking a deep breath, you opened up about your desires. “I wish to get pregnant, and I wanted to know if there's anything to know beforehand. My grandmother was Illyrian, so I think I could carry the babe, but is there any more information I should know about?”

Your words hung in the air, waiting for Madja's guidance.

A warm smile graced Madja's face as she took your hand.

“Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Fae pregnancies are rare, and it might take a few years of trying before you see any results. Don't get discouraged; it's normal, and it generally takes a few decades for couples to be blessed with a babe. But let me check your bones to see if you're ideal for pregnancy.” Madja's hands emitted a golden glow as she held yours, assuring you that your bones were indeed a match and that you would be able to carry your and Rhysand's children.

You thanked her with a hug and stood up, ready to leave to tell Rhysand that you were ready. But you were still nervous about how long it would take. Decades seemed like a long time and you just hoped you wouldn’t get disappointed in yourself.

Madja seemed to sense your sprialing thoughts and directed you to the medicine room. She handed you a packet of some sort or herb or leaf. You looked at her with confusion asking her what this was.

Madja explained, “It's a special tea made to boost ovulation. Both of you should drink it before trying, but I have to warn you, it does have side effects. The tea activates a primal need, making you both feel like the first day of the mating bond. There will be possession and jealousy, and a strong chance of fighting unwanted guests. Some patients of mine have almost killed someone because their mates were looked at too long. Males typically get very possessive during conception so don’t be surprised if he snaps at someone who’s too close. So, again, only do this when you're alone.”

The gravity of her words settled in as she outlined the potential intensity of the tea. You nod thanking her again before winnowing back to the house.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Rhysand was pissed off and tired as fuck. The entire night was a mess, thanks to the annoying council. He toyed with the idea of going back and killing them all but thought checking on you might be a better move. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and irritation etched deep lines on his face.

Rhysand walked into the house, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt until he halted in his tracks as he passed the kitchen. Something caught his attention, and he turned, curious about what was happening.

Rhysand was taken aback by what he saw. There you were, clad in tank top and shorts, preparing food in the middle of the night. He thought you were seriously unwell, given that you couldn't get out of bed earlier. Worried, he approached,

“Love, what are you doing up? Please, let me take you back to bed. I'll finish it up and bring it to you, okay?”

You warmly smiled at his concern but shook your head. “I'm fine, baby. I'm not sick. I'll explain everything. Just sit down at the table, and I'll be there in a minute.”

He raised his brow and you with amusement,

“So, you just didn’t want to go to the meeting? You should have told me; we could have skipped together. They were driving me crazy today. Kier wanted a higher position, Lord Orlon wanted more money, and everyone just wanted more and more and more.” His frustration with the incessant demands from the council echoed in his words.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty at the weariness in his eyes, you pouted and stepped closer, standing between his legs. Gently, you brought his head to your chest, cradling and kissing it. His arms wrapped around your middle immediately as you cooed comforting words, offering solace in the warmth of your embrace while stroking his hair gently.

“Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. I promise I'll never let you go alone. What can I do to cheer you up?”

He raised his head, mischief in his eyes, and his hands roamed up your tank top, grazing your waist and the sides of your boobs.

“I can think of something that'll earn you my forgiveness.” His playful tone sparked heat in you and you almost lost focus as you entertained the thought of Rhys’s offer. But you shook your head and smirked at him.

“Did you forget I had something to tell you? You’re quite insatiable, you know?”

He slumped his head on your chest, planting a kiss on the covered area as he warmly chuckled. Drawing you closer, he settled you in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Rhys gazed up at you with enchanting deep violet eyes, their subtle twinkle a sight you adored.

Inhaling deeply, you contemplated ripping off the bandaid. It should be fine, right? He's always discussed future children, their names, rules for them, etc. Yet, despite everything, a touch of nerves crept in.

Rhys, sensing your hesitation, securely gripped your waist, assuring you that you could share anything with him.

“Rhys, sweetheart, I'm ready to officially try for children. Are you on board? I know you've talked about wanting kids, but is it still something you still want-”

Rhysand embraced you tenderly, tears of joy gliding down his cheeks. He buried his tear-streaked face in the warmth of your neck, softly murmuring his heartfelt thanks, each word carrying a sweetness only you could inspire.

His tears triggered an emotional response in you, prompting happy tears to well up as you smiled tenderly at him.

“It would be my highest honor to have children with you, my love.”

Rhys kissed you, chuckling, drawing you closer and peppering tiny kisses all over your face, eliciting joyful laughter from you.

“While you were away, I chatted with Madja, and she shared some tips about conceiving. She mentioned it might take a bit, so she's advising not to worry if it doesn't happen right away. She even gave me this special tea that's supposed to boost ovulation and help speed up the process. What do you say we give it a shot tomorrow or tonight?”

Rhys grinned mischievously, “Well, it's a bit surprising I haven’t already gotten you pregnant, but I guess Madja's tea might just be the secret ingredient we need.”

“I agree, Mr. Cocky, your charms might need a backup plan.” Your smile wavered as he got closer to your neck, and it completely faltered when he gently blew air on your neck before giving a playful bite.

You trembled, grabbing rhys’s shoulders to steady yourself as he kept nipping lower and lower. He palmed your tits through your thin tank, pulling and pinching on your nipples, marvelling at your scrunched up face of pleasure.

His finger moved to trail down the arch of your back while he unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

“Let's free you from these,” he murmured, gently hooking your shorts by the elastic and sliding them down to your thighs. Granting you a brief moment, he allowed you space to stand and shimmy them down to your feet, casting them aside with a tender ease.

Your confirmation to having kids flipped a switch in his brain. Numerous times had you stopped by nurseries to admire the cute babies, helped lost children find their mothers in the town square, babysat for your friends that had kids. Rhysand’s mind was filled with you carrying your child on your hip, you and him sitting down teaching them everything they needed to learn.

The mere thought of getting you full of his children, your heirs and the fact that you would carry your children, made him impossibly hard. You belonged to him, and soon, the world would see the evidence in your growing belly. It was his way of making sure everyone knew he had claimed you for good, in the most intimate and lasting manner possible.

Rhysand gazed up at you, his eyes veiled by thick lashes, filled with a darkened desire. His pupils dilated, larger than you'd ever seen, revealing the intensity of the lust that consumed him.

“I’m going to get you nice and knocked up by the end of the month, fuck what Madja said. I’m putting a baby in you soon enough, don’t worry about a thing. Just lay down and let me work on it, what do you say, sweetheart?”

His raspy, desperate voice sent cold shivers down your spine and arm. You mindlessly nod, begging for him to start.

“ Please, baby… make me a mother…” you ask so sweetly and nicely, rhys could never say no to you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Throughout that night, the following morning, and the entire subsequent day, Rhysand kept you awake, leaving little room for sleep. In the span of those days, you only paused for food, as he fucked you to the edge of insanity. Perhaps you should have considered that you'd chosen the most powerful man in history as your baby daddy— of course he’d have no trouble fulfilling his task with relentless success.

Rhys's eyes had darkened with a singular focus – getting you pregnant. He worshipped your body, treating you like a deity with every touch, as if you were the subject of his devoted prayers.

He had stopped for maybe half an hour to research the most ideal positions for baby making and had put you in them atleast twice, much to your exhaustion and pleasure.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Reluctantly, you both knew you couldn't remain secluded from your responsibilities forever. The rulers of the court could only be inaccessible for a limited time, forcing you to eventually confront the outside world.

“Baby, we need to go soon, remember?” You found yourself trapped between his sturdy arms, lying beneath him on the soft bed with your legs wrapped around his middle. His kisses on your neck and grew more intense, leaving behind a trail of increasingly visible bruises.

Expressing disapproval with a sound, he playfully nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a mix of laughter and a gasp from you simultaneously.

Rhysand absolutely hated the idea of leaving the haven of warmth and love you two had created. He cherished the solitude you shared, not wanting to face the world's challenges.

All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the tender embrace of his mate, savoring the moments of closeness and hoping for a future filled with just the two of you.

“Darling, I'd ditch the whole Night Court for a bit more of your love. The outside world's a drag compared to your warmth. What do you say we skip the ruling and responsabilities and keep our own little haven, just the two of us?”

Summoning the will to decline felt nearly impossible; you genuinely, sooo badly, really didn't want to leave the room until everything was done. Explaining your perspective to him, you made a deal that if you both tackled just dinner first, you'd be all his afterward. With reluctance, he got up, the two of you quickly freshened up, taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner with your friends.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Making your way to the dining room, you were met by Cassian with a teasing grin,

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd built a permanent nest in there. Ready for the real world or still basking in the afterglow?”

Catching a glimpse of Rhysand's impassive expression, it was clear he was beyond unamused as his eyes zeroed in on Cassian. You knew him well enough to sense that Cassian's continued teasing might push him to snap, especially considering his reluctance to be outside with the others now that he was trying to put a baby on you.

“Cass, I wouldn’t. Let's just enjoy the meal,” you said, clapping your hands with an exaggerated smile. Taking Rhysand by the hand, you guided him to the table, hoping to diffuse any tension and shift the focus to the meal.

You stuck to him like glue, even following him when he stood to get another bottle of wine. Sitting on another chair was out of the question. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You purred at his warmth and safety, wondering why the hell you even accepted this dinner in the first place. You'd much rather stay under warm covers in your bed with him by your side.

In these past few days, Rhysand had become remarkably possessive aswell. Normally unfazed by casual gestures from friends like hugs or pats on the shoulder, he surprised himself. When you and Azriel reached for the salt at the same time, Rhysand instinctively pulled you back, narrowing his eyes at Az as if marking his territory.

Azriel, ever perceptive, observed the tension, smiled to himself and wisely chose not to escalate the situation. He sensed a new energy surrounding you both, noticing how much you clung to each other. He nodded toward the salt, indicating you should take it first, showing he had the sense not to get in the middle of whatever was transpiring between you and Rhysand. It was something Cassian would usually dive headfirst into. The guy had a knack for finding trouble, and Azriel clearly wanted no part in it.

The dinner proceeded with everyone staying clear from you and Rhys. Usually, you'd playfully scold him for being overly possessive, telling him to ease up on the overbearing bat act. However, you relished in his attention and protective demeanor. Madja had told you this would happen but you didn’t realize it would apply to your family.

Right, Madja. You had almost forgotten about the tea she'd given you, the one to speed up the pregnancy process. With your friends leaving after dinner, whether they wanted to or not, it seemed like the perfect time to test it out.

Gazing at Rhysand beside you, you communicated your thoughts silently, begging him to try the tea out with you and then going back to your previous activities. He nodded in understanding. Sitting up straight, he glanced at everyone.

“I need all of you leave, right now,” he stated calmly, sipping his drink with the usual nonchalance.

Everyone paused mid-chew, glancing at Rhysand with confusion. Azriel swiftly vanished into his shadows, and Amren departed without so much as a goodbye. Mor and Cassian remained, bewildered, as they questioned the sudden disruption.

“What? Why? I'm not even done eating,” Mor protested.

Rhysand narrowed his eyes, flicking his hand and cleared the table.

"There. I moved everything to your own table in your apartment. Now, get out," he gritted, and they hurriedly made their exit, with Cassian managing a loud laugh before leaving.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The kettle's whistle grew louder as you were lost in Rhysand's lips. Seated on the table, his arms on either side of you, the moment was pure delight, your hands traveling his body as you toyed with the waistband of his pants. The whistle became unbearable, forcing you to reluctantly break the kiss as you sighed and made your way to brew the tea. The leaves, red and golden, intensified in color as you poured the boiling water in.

“Darling, that looks deceptively inviting. Like it would lure us in with its pretty colors and then make our hearts stop,” he joked, joining you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, playfully holding you in a mock chokehold.

“Huh, deceptively inviting... sounds a lot like someone I know,” you teased, lazily kissing the strong forearm wrapped around your throat. His laughter resonated, his chest rumbling, and you felt the vibrations, savoring the moment.

He kissed your temple before letting you go, guiding you back to the table to drink the tea. Both of you nodded in agreement before simultaneously downing the concoction. The taste left you both with a disgusted expression as you placed the empty cups back on the table.

“That tastes like shit. Did Madja say what it was made of?”

You scrunched your face at the aftertaste before replying,

“I find it best not to ask her anymore. Remember the time she had us all eating that soup with fermented fish guts as a cure for that winter fever?”

You shudder at the memory of everyone lying in the hospital, with Madja taking care of the lot of you. It dawned on you that she was feeding you stuff that would've made you even sicker if you found out then. The taste of the mysterious tea was the least of your worries compared to Madja's unconventional remedies.

Rhysand shook his head at the unpleasant memory,

“You’re right. I’d rather not know.”

You giggled at his words, before standing up and putting the cups in the sink. Turning around, you looked at Rhysand with a tilted head, wondering if he was feeling anything because you certainly weren’t.

“Rhysie, are you feeling anything? I’m not sure if it’s taking extra long for the tea to activate or something but I’m not feeling anything yet.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pondering your words for a moment.

“Honestly, I don’t feel any different either. Maybe it's just a placebo effect or Madja's way of amusing herself with our reactions. Either way, we'll survive it.”

You nodded at his words, yes that made sense.

“Okay, let’s go to my office and catch up on some reports while we wait for the effects to kick in.”

You both headed to your office, the boring tasks providing a welcome distraction while the mysterious tea's potential effects lingered in the background. As you delved into work, the anticipation of what might unfold kept a subtle excitement in the air.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

An hour in Rhysand was starting to feel uncomfortable. His forehead and neck was starting to feel warm and he mindlessly unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt for some extra cooling.

You on the other hand still felt nothing, if anything, you started feeling very sleepy, eyelids heavy as you tried blinking back the tiredness that washed over you.

“I’m feeling really tired, rhys. Can you take me upstairs?” your voice was low and laced with sleep, complete opposite of your mate.

Not being able to find his voice, he stood up from the chaise, his movements more desperate, and walked over to you before bending down and picking you up.

Something that should've been a mundane task.

However, this time he couldn’t help but notice the difference in size, how easy he could pick you up in his arms, how your boobs moved under your shirt, the way the curve of your ass pressed against him with every move, the softness of your skin and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of you. A low, suppressed growl vibrated through him as he tightened his hold, relishing the warmth and unmistakable presence of his mate.

A possessive and obsessive surge overwhelmed him as he held you, an intoxicating certainty that you belonged to him, and he had earned every inch of your love and affection.

Rhysand was utterly obsessed with you, he showed in the way he was watching you like a hawk while he put you down on the soft bed, tucking you under a blanket.

Rhys knelt by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. His pupils dilated so much, transforming the familiar violet of his eyes into a dark, almost black shade. His face and chest had taken on a dark shade of blush, as blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your peaceful form.

He couldn’t look away when you turned around, blanket having rolled up, showing him the lenght of your legs, so smooth and soft, Normally, the sight wouldn’t have made him behave like some sort of teenager seeing a girls tits for the first time and it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. Here his mate laid, unaware that he was lusting over something as juvenile as her leg.

Deep down, he didn’t really care. Rhysand felt like he was on top of the world.

Waves of pleasure surged through him, heightening his senses and intensifying every touch and sensation, the feeling of the sheets against his palms sent electric waves through his body. The world around him seemed to shimmer with and a blissful euphoria enveloped him, creating an intoxicating sensation that left him utterly captivated.

You stirred, sensing Rhys kneeling by the bed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of him, his gaze locked on your sleeping form. His eyes, once a familiar violet, now darkened to a deep, almost black hue.

The effects of the tea finally kicked in, and your body responded with waves of pleasure. Your heartbeat quickened, the world around you blurring into a hazy backdrop as you fixated on the rhythmic sound of Rhysand's heavy breaths. A searing warmth pooled in the lower part of your stomach, almost like molten lava, urging you to clench your legs, all while a whimper threatened to escape your lips.

Feeling overwhelmed, you sought relief in the bathroom, flinging off the blanket and splashing cold water on your face and chest. Bracing yourself on the sink, you took a few deep breaths before returning to your room. As you opened the door, eyes lowered, you collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, you found Rhysand, gazing at you with a tilted head, as if studying you like a puzzle.

“Oh, hi baby, didn’t see-”

Before you could finish the sentence, he pounced on you, grabbing the back of your head as he crushed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing his biceps to steady yourself.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, forcefully pulling your body towards him, leaving no room for any space. As his front pressed against yours, you felt his hard erection poking at your stomach.

A desperate need for more coursed through your veins like a wildfire, the tea intensifying every sensation. Your nipples tightened, craving his touch with an almost primal hunger. In his arms, you practically melted at his animalistic touch.

It all felt so fucking good, you thought you’d come just by kissing him. You moaned loudly when he started licking and kissing your neck, gently biting your earlobe before going back to giving you hickies.

Tears formed in your eyes as you brought a hand down your panties, hoping to relieve yourself before it got too much, however frustration filled you as your efforts were wasted. No matter how much you rutted against your fingers, it wasn’t enough. If only made you more needy and frustrated.

“no, t’s not working, please mate, please touch me. need you so badly”

Your tears eventually fell as you whined, face covered in salty tears as you begged your man for more, more of him, more of anything.

The desperation in your voice prompted Rhysand to pick you up and drag you to bed, gently pushing you into it. He swiftly undressed before pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping of whatever clothes you had on. An animalistic move if anything but it made you even more wet.

“We’re not fucking leaving until I get you pregnant. I need you nice and round, filled with my cum, do you understand?“

His words were gritted, as if he was holding himself back, restrained by an invisible force.

You nodded, desperate for him.

“Please, let me make you a daddy.”

With a low rumbling growl he throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you so hard, the entire bed starts shaking. He bullies his big cock in you as you squirm, trying to initially get away as if you’ve never been fucked by him before. Rhys doesn’t slow down because he knows you can take it, he knows that you’re his equal, made for him as he is for you. And when you beg him to go harder he only smiles wickedly, satisfied that he knows you inside and out.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

You don’t remember know how many times he has finished in you.

You're crying uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Rhysand gives you a gentle smile and plants a kiss on your swollen lips. His cock throbs at that fucked out expression in your eyes, and he has to look away to avoid blowing his load too soon. His mouth tucks itself into the curve of your neck. Your skin slapping continues as those quick thrusts fill the room.

If he didn’t have his hands around your legs to keep them up, they’d have fallen down ages ago. Your whole body feels loose and sloppy, a stupid, fucked out smile on your face as your teary eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. Let me fill you up again. I promise it will feel so, so good.”

You nod absentmindedly as you both come for the umpteenth time.

He was paying close attention to how your hole tightened around him, his sloppy thrusts making the white ring around the base of his dick drip with even more cum.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your belly all round with my babies.”

His head was thrown back, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slightly dropped as he slowly thrusted in and out, milking the high before he pulled out and slumped forward, making you whine at the feeling. His sweaty body rested on top of yours, and his head lay on your rising and falling chest. His hair was damp, and with a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through it.

“I’ll clean you up in a second, darling.” Just as he was getting up you wrapped your legs around his waist. He scooped you up, arm around your ass as he brought you to the shower to clean you up. Rhys didn't put you down, knowing you might fall, so he washed you while you clung to him.

After the much needed shower, he wrapped you both in a huge fluffy towel and magically changed the sheets as he brushed you hair and put you in one of his shirts.

“Rhysie?”

“Yes, love?”

“That shower was a mighty waste. I think I need you to fuck me one more time, please?”

His eyebrows rose at your words. Never did he think you’d say anything like that. His initial shock was replaced by a proud laugh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

And he did.

He gave you two more orgasms, and just as he was ready to pull out after dumping his load, you wrapped your legs around him and begged him not to pull out.

Rhys gave you a soft kiss and pulled you closer as you finally slept, exhaustion pulling you into a deep slumber.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

There wasn't much surprise when he successfully put not just one but two babies in you, twins.

Rhysand's male pride was on overdrive. Twins were really rare, and the fact that he managed to knock you up with them in less than a month was almost cause for a celebration. Well, he would throw a party if he didn't grow so damn protective.

If you thought Rhysand was protective when trying for a child, then this Rhysand was on another level. He actually gritted his teeth at Madja after she put her cold fingers on your body, making you hiss.

Let’s not even discuss when your belly started showing…

The moment he learned of your pregnancy, Rhys acted swiftly, weaving layers of intricate shields around you. It wasn't merely about your safety; it was a manifestation of his deep obsession. The shields were a fortress protecting not only you but also the sweet new scent you emitted, a fragrance that had sparked an intense possessiveness within him.

Rhys had become utterly obsessed with that unique scent, ready to unleash his fury upon anyone who dared to get too close and catch even the faintest whiff of something that was sacredly reserved for him alone.

During the announcement for your friends, the presence of Rhysand by your side, standing assertively close, made them wary of getting close to you. As you both stood together, your radiant happiness contrasted against his dark, protective demeanor.

You were a bit bummed, wondering why no one wanted to hug you or atleast shake your hand, then you took one glance at him and let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please. They’re not going to eat me alive, baby. It’s fine I promise.”

You embraced Mor and Cassian warmly, reciprocating their hugs, though they avoided prolonged eye contact with Rhys. Azriel's shoulder clap and rare smile conveyed a similar sentiment to a hug, and Amren, nodding, raised her glass in approval, a subtle twitch of her lips indicating her satisfaction.

You skipped back to Rhysand and gave him a kiss, calming him down as he gave you an appreciative smile.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Pregnancy had made you both extra needy. Rhys got hard everytime he thought about the fact that you were actually carrying his babies, and you got turned on because he was walking sex.

He built a new nursery from scratch, adding an entire new wing to the river estate. Initially, you doubted it would be finished in nine months, but you quickly learned not to doubt him – he always kept his word. Lo and behold, a whole new section of the house emerged, ready for the babies and any future additions to your growing family in only 3 months. His dedication spoke volumes about his commitment to you and the little ones on the way.

He channeled his inner builder during this project, and it never failed to amaze you how desperate he made you feel. Walking around the house wearing nothing but a work belt, sweaty from new constructions, he was a vision of strength and capability. Often, you stood from afar, watching him skillfully build things, savoring the sight before the need to get fucked took over.

Your lips were bitten in silent admiration as he stood there in nothing but linen pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips while building the crib. He looked absolutely delicious , and the appreciation for his craftsmanship would be handsomely rewarded by you.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, beautiful? Come inside, I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stood up, sauntering toward you with a grin. His hand extended playfully, a silent invitation to join him.

Deciding to tease him back, because let's be real, you need him bad right now, you chuckle and let the playful banter unfold.

“And what if I do want you to bite? What if I ask you to get us back to our room and fuck me? Would you do it?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, attempting to portray someone innocently asking a casual question.

“Have I ever said no to you in my life, darling?” he teased, his smile darkening, before winking and leading the way back to your room.

Rhys had vanished your clothes, leaving you bare as he worshipped you. His teasing words and soft caresses brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“You're going to be the best mother ever, such a good mommy for my babes. Nurturing and caring for them. No one is better than you, my love. No one loves as purely as you, fuck,” he whispered urgently, his neediness and desire lacing every word.

His whiny, rasping words were the finishing touch you needed before coming all over his creamy cock with a cry.

Yet again, he took care of you, cleaning you up as he always did. Your mate, ever the loving and caring male, ensuring your well-being with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his deep affection for you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The arrival of your twins turned into a joyous celebration, filling Velaris with happiness over the birth of the new princess and prince. Your friends, throughout your journey, provided unwavering support, guiding you through the hardships and challenges of being new parents.

Now, a new chapter of your life had opened, one you couldn't wait to share with your one true love, marking the beautiful beginning of your happily ever after.

🏷️ taglist: @callmeblaire @acourtofladydeath

#talkswithamara #acotar #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar imagine #rhys x reader #rhys x you #high lord rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #rhysand a court of thorns and roses #rhysand x reader #rhysand #rhysand sjm #cw breeding #azriel #morrigan #mor acotar #cassian #amren acotar #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #amren #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #mor x reader #amren x reader

[angeliclovely69]

Soul Ties - 1

Pairing: Lute x Fem!Reader

AU: Soulmate(You are born with matching tattoos)

Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Spoilers?, Adam being Adam, Gay, kinda similar to ACOSF, implied drinking problem

Summary: A relatively young Seraphim is forced to train with the Exorcists after breaking the rules. However, when she realises just who will be training her, she doesn’t mind. She enjoys the view.

Note: I have never read A Court of Silver Flames, but my friend said this is pretty similar. In what ways, I’m not sure, but I can assure you it is not intentional. Also, it wasn’t supposed to end in smut, but I couldn’t deny myself.

—

Stars. You fucking hate them. Pretty as they are, you have never seen anybody else with them marked into their skin. The black signature ran down your back, four stars in a line imprinted on the skin of your spine. They burn as you walk into the training ring.

She is waiting there as you were told, talking to who you know to be Adam, the first man. You only catch the last part of their conversation, the woman’s words. “Yes sir.” Adam’s eyes meet yours, “I forgot you were hot, little Seraphim.” He laughs at his words, you don’t, and neither does the lieutenant.

You are the second youngest Seraphim, only older then Emily by a hundred years. Not young in the grand scheme of things, but young for a high ranking angel. Everyone knows your age is why Sera allowed you to get away with your disobedience for so long. She figured you grow out of it, but when you came to work hungover, she had no other option. She had to punish you, if only for the sake of her reputation. She gave you two terrible choices.

Fall or train.

Simply no choice at all, really. Falling means admitting you failed. You can’t, that would mean everyone was right. Training isn’t going to be easy, you have never worked any muscles besides your wings, and even that was just from flying.

“Lute, this is who you’ll be training.” Thank god goodness he said her name because when Sera mentioned it you’d still been hungover. “Pleasure.” The white haired woman met your eyes now, her own sharp, determined. She doesn’t answer your statement, simply blinks as if thinking too hard to process.

“Do I have to?” She directs her attention to Adam, who just flips her off and flys away. “Fuck.” She mutters. Her eyes close for a moment, then she directs her full attention back to you. “Can you do a sit-up?”

“Can you actually try?” She is getting frustrated. Terribly so. You are making her job harder. You have been sitting watching her do her workouts for about an hour. You don’t answer, just look around the room. You trained for about 20 minutes with Lute before the space began to fill with other Exorcists.

You are embarrassed, to put it simply. How are you supposed to want to train when literal warriors surrounded you. You are stubborn, and she is mean. She doesn’t care if you fall. Why should she put in all the effort when you don’t even bother to do anything?

“I will not train here.” You really aren’t trying to be difficult. Sure you don’t want to train at all, but you aren’t the type of angel that would ever make someone’s life harder, well…ignoring Sera.

You want her to understand. She doesn’t. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your words go unanswered as the white haired lieutenant leaves, angry and confused. She understands this wasn’t your choice, but why the fuck can’t you do anything?

Lute asked Sera how you usually act when she originally told about the arrangement. According to Sera you could be stubborn, a little headstrong, but you would behave to the best of your abilities. Not only so that you wouldn’t be punished, but also because you hate making people angry. Any time you did, you ended up crying. Even Sera.

Sera had assured Lute that you’d try, but she couldn’t be sure how you’d react to the training, or Lute herself. Lute doesn’t know what the last part meant, but it doesn’t matter. She is going to end this arrangement. If you don’t care, she doesn’t either.

“How’d it go?” Sera asks, voice almost cracking. She is scared, Lute notices. “She didn’t do anything.” Bluntness laces her tone. Sera frowns. “Really? Nothing?” Lute wants to nod, but hesitates. “She did train at first, but then other exorcists came in, and she stopped. She just stared at me while I trained.” Lute rants.

The seraphim’s face seems to lighten, as if realising something Lute hasn’t. “What?” Lute doesn’t understand why you are the way you are. Doesn’t really care. Sera does understand, though.

You grew up as almost a younger sister to Sera. You aren’t related, but something about you draws Sera in. Draws everyone in, to be completely honest. You are, in a way no one could place, different. Not in the conceited way. No. Your soul just doesn’t belong where it is. You were almost too kind. Too gentle. Sera hates that she has to punish you, but you’ve been going through something she can’t handle.

“When the others came in?” Sera questions, confirming a thought process Lute still hasn’t caught on to. “Yes! I said that already.” Her tone is harsh, and one look from the high seraphim, has her nodding a silent apology.

“Did you not question the reason?” The seraphim’s voice is gently coercing the answer from the lieutenant. Lute simply shakes her head, her frustration growing again. She knows the reason, you are a lazy brat.

“Tell me, have you ever been embarrassed?” Sera’s smile is light. “Yes.” Lute’s single word was harsh. The seraphim gives her yet another pointed look. “Sorry…”

Lute has never been able to tame the frustration that always bubbles underneath her skin. A type of frustration that doesn’t belong in Heaven. Rage that killed hundreds. That was her purpose. Death and retribution. Her very soul screamed anger, pure uncontrollable rage.

That’s why Adam has chosen her. Chosen her over everyone else. Made her his lieutenant. His right hand. She obeys orders and allows unnecessary demands. That’s what this arrangement is. Unnecessary.

“Then do you understand?” Sera is calm, too calm compared to Lute’s frustration. Lute shakes her head. Not trusting herself enough to not let the frustration show again. “Do I need to explain it to you?” A nod. Short, subtle.

“In the simplest of terms, she’s embarrassed. Classical trained soldiers. Heaven’s greatest. The universe’s greatest. Compared to a girl who can barely walk up stairs without losing her breath. She’s probably the most proudly stubborn person I’ve ever met. She doesn’t want to fall on her ass.” A nice- no. Lute processed the information slowly. Sera asks if she understands. Another nod.

Lute doesn’t say anything else, just leaves the room. She isn’t sure where to train you if you are uncomfortable in the public space. Unless, she let’s you use her personal space. No. That isn’t happening. She’ll just have to make do.

It doesn’t work. The next day you do the same thing. For the first 20 you are engaged, then the others fill the room, and you sit off to the side.

“Fuck this!” Lute yells in the locker room, slamming her fist into the mirror. It shatters. “Fuck!” She yells again. You left a while ago, and Lute had to stay. You aren’t her only assignment after all.

Her back is burning. Her entire body is burning. Rage is practically seeping from her skin. She takes off her shirt in an attempt to cool down. It’s late, extremely late, and for once the training area is empty. At least it should be, it was a bit ago. Now, though, she can hear panting. Distant, airy. She debates putting her shirt back on, but she shrugs the thought off. The Exorcists have seen her shirtless before.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the woman doing sit ups in the middle of the ring isn’t an Exorcist. It’s you. Panting. Sweating. She stares for a minute. Can’t stop herself.

When she finally catches herself, she walks over to you. “Shhh. Don’t talk.” Her tone isn’t soft, but it’s no where near harsh either. Improvement. Your eyes widen in surprise. You didn’t realize she was there. Fuck. How long was she there? Was she judging you?

She catches herself liking the look in your eyes. Liking your eyes in general. It takes a moment of staring for her to blink. “Go to bed. Ah. Sh.” She cuts off your attempt at an argument. “Go to bed. For training tomorrow meet me at my private training area. This time. It will be there from now on.” She doesn’t say anything else as she walks away.

She silently thanks god for it being dark. She doesn’t need you knowing anything about her.

#hazbin hotel lute x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lute x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x fem!reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute smut #soulmate au #matching tattoos #AU #hazbin hotel au #wlw #light enemies to lovers

[illmother]

ೀ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⎯ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖕𝐚𝐫𝐚deisos 𝓼𝗰𝘂𝗺.

A/N: rewatched the rain burst event AGAIN and fell in love with rahu all over again, i now declare myself vice president of rahu nation. (if you will 🙏) i’ve been reading “On A leash” again and got inspired, so soldier x doctor it is

⏜ ₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ݁ Rahu x Paradeisos!Doctor!Reader

cw: a bit suggestive

Resilience, strength, obedience. Those words could very well describe Rahu as a whole, a headstrong, dependable soldier who wouldn’t hesitate to kill in order to pave the way to victory. Being part of the FAC elite division, she has faced many dangers alike, big and small. But regardless of this fact, it’s not uncommon for her to get injured despite also being a sinner with immense power, which brings Rahu to this predicament quite often.

The doors of the infirmary opens, and in walks the tall sinner. Immediately upon arrival, Rahu was hit with a nauseating scent, which in turn made her brows furrow. “That habit will kill you one day.” She sneered through her mask, walking up the source of that wretched smell that kept assaulting her senses, smoke and cheap cologne. Rahu’s expression remained stoic and stern, as she came up to the root of her irritation, and more notably—desires. Yet, only a small laugh could be heard, a sound so empty, so hallow, it made Rahu tense. Damn, that women, that damned doctor that claims she’s only here to treat patients, but rahu knew better than to trust paradeisos scum. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her, draped in a white coat, head tilted away from her, she seemed to be paying to mind to the sinner.

“You say that yet, you come back to me all tattered up weekly.” You countered with a smile, leaning against the crisp, white wall of the infirmary, with a cigarette in hand. Finally, for the first time since Rahu’s arrival, you turned to face her, before your eyes trailed down to the state she was in. You noticed a rather large wound right on her abdomen—not deep, but enough for it to cause pain and discomfort, alongside other smaller injuries, and a visible frown formed on your delicate features. But for some strange reason, some stupid reason, seeing that change on your usually serious face was…weirdly intoxicating to Rahu. But just as fast as it came, it was gone, she was intrigued, she needed to see it again, see that look on your face, see what other expressions that stern face can morph into. “Really, who’s actually going to die first?” You asked with mild irritation and a hint of—concern? in your tone, snapping Rahu out of whatever trance she was in. You heaved a sigh of frustration before putting the cigarette out and throwing the bud in the ashtray.

“Come, let’s get you fixed up.” You gestured for her to come sit on a hospital bed with a nod of your head, and she complied, not that she had a choice if she wanted back on the frontlines as soon as humanly possible. You stared Rahu down, hands in your coat pockets, and she instinctively gripped the sheets, your stare was intense, and she needed stability. There was silence between the two of you, and you raised your eyebrow. “Undress.” You ordered sternly, to which her expression faltered, she let out a small sound of surprise. “What?” Rahu questioned, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, as her brows furrowed. You only looked at her with that same deadpan expression on your face, it only made her more irritated.

“Do you want to get treated, or no? your pick.” You gave her an ultimatum, either get treated or die in battle, her choice. Though, in all honesty, you were going to treat her either way, and you were well aware how suggestive you sounded when you told her to undress, but you couldn’t help but find every reaction of hers…quite endearing. A smug smirk was plastered on your face, as she begrudgingly started rid herself of her dark coat, leaving her in her white now blood soaked button down—if you were feeling optimistic, you’d think the blood wasn’t hers, but in this case you knew it was. Once again, there was silence, a deafening silence, one you would deem peaceful if it wasn’t for the sinner glaring holes through your skull. You sighed, before getting on your knees, kneeling down. Rahu watched your every move, from the way you gently lifted up her shirt to inspect her wounds, to the way you eyebrows furrowed when you were deep in thought. She seemed all too focused on your expression, your face, your lips—

Rahu instinctively shoved you away, when she felt you unbuttoning her shirt, her hand situated in your hair. You stare up at her, her face was covered by her oni mask, yet the tips of her ears were red, how…cute. Coming from someone like her. “What—what the hell are you doing?” Rahu stammered out, her grip firm on your hair, yet you didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. “How else am i going to treat you?” You countered, but still let go of her bloodied shirt, crossing your arms in mock irritation. “You should have just asked, i’ll do it myself.” She says simply with mild annoyance, before her large, calloused hands let go of your hair, and moved up to unbutton her shirt. “Rather skittish today, aren’t we?” You teased, before getting to work, cleaning and fixing her wounds up, before she inevitably gets injured again or exerts herself too much, so much so her wounds reopened. It happened more than once, more times than you can count, or even remember.

As you treated her wounds, occasionally hearing pained groans above you, it amused you to no end if you were, truly, being honest. Seeing her pale hands, covered in countless scars that had built up over the years grip the sheets until her knuckles turned white, it was beyond amusing to you, but even despite focusing on treating her, you could practically feel her eyes on you, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you shiver.

“Alright, you’re all fixed up.” You stated calmly, before standing up and straightening yourself out. “As always, i insist you stay here and recover. Going back to the frontlines in this condition would—” You expected her to just fix her appearance up, and walk out without another word, but to your surprise she only responded “I’ll stay.” Rahu stated firmly, before crossing her arms, you almost let out an laugh at how unexpected this behavior was, especially coming from her. “Have you gotten yourself so beat up, you’re finally listening to me?” You teased, before eyeing the bloodied shirt she had on. “It’ll do me some good if you get rid of that, it’s gonna reek up my infirmary. I’m sure the FAC will provide you with another in due time.” You hummed, gesturing to her shirt, to which she reluctantly complied and took it off. What a strange change of pace, not that you were complaining, she was much more tolerable, but somewhere, deep down, you knew why she was so hostile towards you. You were from Paradeisos, it was natural for her to be on guard, you really couldn’t hold it against her.

“You’re making that expression again.” Rahu commented, which makes your gaze shift from her discarded shirt to her face, and your eyes shine with a hint of attraction at seeing her exposed, toned stomach, your eyes trailed higher until they settled on her chest, and collarbone—you quickly snapped out of the daze you were in, and stared her in the eyes. “Do you enjoy looking at my face that much, you even notice the smallest of changes?” You teased with a grin, to which you noticed her eyebrow twitched, just the tiniest bit.

“You’re free to stare as much as you want.”

#was gonna make this a oneshot #but didn’t wanna make it too long #path to nowhere #ptn #ptn rahu #ptn x reader #rahu x reader

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Orbiting: pt.2°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader; enter figureskater!jimin] [2.3k+ idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, both has the libido of a teenage boy; this one's for the plot! but also i know very little about the technicalities of figure skating so please be kind; tysm for the love on Orbiting]

-

Nothing beats the feeling of being on the ice, you think.

Well, second to Jungkook’s bed, the rink is where you feel most euphoric. As you glide in circles and spin in the air, the wind in your hair makes you feel weightless, almost trouble-free.

“I think I’m ready,” you skate closer to the stands where your coach sits. Eagle eyes follow your form, yet her face remains stoic, “Let me try a triple axel.” With that, her brows crease. “Absolutely not,” she answers with finality.

Stubbornly, you prod, “Coach, plea—”

“We’re not risking another injury when you’ve barely healed.” At this, you scoff, “But I’m fine now. I’ve been landing double axels for months, haven’t I?”

“Yes, but still poorly,” your coach reasons as she looks at you. And you hate it. You hate how she looks at you with pity, making you feel incapable.

Brushing off your insecurity, you muster up the sliver of confidence and hope you have left. “You’re lying,” you start. “I’ve seen my form and rewatched my routines after every practice. I’ve gotten better.” You're trying not to let your emotion swallow you whole, you push your point, “You also said so yourself: I’ve been better compared to three months ago.”

You don’t realize how shaky and loud your voice had gotten with every word. Even you, yourself, sounded unsure of your recovery by the time you finished.

“Y/N—”

You know that tone. Your throat and heart constrict, “No. You promised—” but your plea is interrupted by the echo of the door banging, followed by footsteps until someone comes into view.

“Ah, Jimin. Finally!” Your coach ushers him to come closer to where you’re at a standstill with her. You’re a ticking time bomb, that at least you know. The last thing you should be around is people, so you skate away.

- “Your reputation precedes you, L/N.”

Stopping mid-stretch, you turn your head to where you hear the voice. It’s Jimin. He smirked as he approached you, skates hung on his shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sits beside you on the bleachers, plush lips tightening to form another smirk. In a different mood, you may have gushed at how full his lips are, but right now, you’re irked at how his hands take their time in lacing his skates.

“Don’t worry.” He’s facing you now and his hands flick softly to brush his parted bangs away from his face. “All I’ve heard about are good things. At least, to me.”

Your eyebrows crease. He winks, then skates away from the bleachers. You parrot your previous question, now skating after him.

“My friends said you were a stubborn one,” his voice loud enough for you to hear. Jimin slows down and lets you catch up to him. Now skating beside him, matching his stride, you ask, “And that’s a good thing because?”

“I like headstrong girls. It just means you’re determined, too. But I want to see for myself how determined you can be, Y/N.”

Jimin swerves, now skating backward, facing you. You almost crash into him, but he holds your arm, guiding you back into pace.

“Careful. If we’re going to be partners, I need to know you can keep up with me,” he teases, and it works because you’re riled up.

Of course, Jimin heard a lot about you. A couple of his friends auditioned to be your pair, but they all came home after a few weeks with rants about the ‘ice princess.’ No one would deny how pretty and talented you were, but those admirable qualities were overshadowed by how much of a ‘bitch you can be on the ice’ as his friends would describe it. He has also heard people go as far as saying how much your accident was a well-deserved one because you needed to be knocked down a peg.

He drew the line there.

Your frustration turned irritation now directed towards his smug ass. “You’re the one who’s trying out,” you bark as you pull your arms from his hand. “Nuh-uh, this goes both ways,” Jimin insists, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Fine. Let’s do a routine,” you give in. “But I take the lead. Keep up, Park.”

Not giving him the chance to disagree, you skate to the middle of the rink. Starting with a three-turn. You monitor Jimin on your peripheral vision, then, you proceed to do a salchow jump followed by loops.

- “Fuck,” you pant. Heat is running through your body, and with Jimin beside you exuding the same warmth, you feel even more hot despite being surrounded by ice. You can’t deny that running routines with Jimin was the most fun since your coach have been holding auditions for the past month.

“So…” Jimin starts, his green sweater seeming darker as it dampens with sweat. “Am I good enough to be your partner, Y/N?”

You laugh, “I could ask you the same thing.” Your frustration from earlier dissipated. “But yeah, you’re not bad, Park. Skills are mildly better than the previous three skaters we’ve had combined.”

Jimin scoffs. “Gee, thanks. Unfortunately, I need you to do one more thing for me before I settle on a verdict,” he challenges.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Do a double axel for me.” At this, your smile falters. “Unless, of course, you’ve grown rusty. If you ask me, those routines were safe,” he goads.

You hate this. You hate how he gets under your skin so easily despite having just met him. But you stand, and Jimin follows, dusting scraped ice off his pants. “I’ll go first,” he starts as he skates away for space. With bated breath and hope that he trips, you watch him glide around for a while, then launch to a smooth double axle.

Jimin chuckles, hands combing through his hair once again. “Your turn, L/N.”

You skate in circles, orbiting Jimin. You can do this, you think. You’ve been landing double axels for months now. Despite this, your nerves shake. But you’ll be damned if you get outperformed by Jimin. You ready your form as you take a deep breath.

It’s now or never.

In a millisecond, you’re in the air, and as you land your feet on the ice, you wobble until your body hits the ice. You yelp in pain, hands quick to clutch your ankle.

“Shit!” Jimin rushes to you. Eyes wide, frantically searching for your coach.

- Propped on the bed, you chew on jello as your coach chews your and Jimin’s ear off.

“What the fuck were you guys thinking? I left you guys to get acquainted, not compete,” she whisper-yells. You and Jimin exchange a look. His eyes are shy and guilty.

“Y/N, I told you to be careful.”

“I was,” you nod, scooping a mouthful of jello. Another tirade was ready to leave your coach’s mouth when the door to your hospital room opens.

“Y/N,” Jungkook barges in. Eyes focused on yours as he walks to your side. Your coach sighs, “Jungkook, talk some sense into her, will you?” She pleads before leaving your room.

On the other side of your bed, Jimin clears his throat and introduces himself, his arms outstretched for a handshake. Jungkook ignores it; eyes still on you, but his words are clearly directed at Jimin, “You can leave us now.”

Nothing is said further, and Jungkook sits on your bed. Jimin stands in disbelief.

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you break the awkward tension, “I’ll see you next practice.”

Jimin nods at you, “Right. Get well soon. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”

Jungkook’s head finally whips to face Jimin. “There’s no need for that,” he speaks with finality, staring him down. Jimin scoffs, but after a second, he relents, nods at you for a goodbye, then leaves the room.

As soon as the door closes, Jungkook's voice booms, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

You roll your eyes and end his incoming scolding before he can even start with a raise of your hand.

“You really are your mom’s son, huh? She said those exact words earlier,” you chuckle.

“Don't laugh. Nothing’s funny about this. You’re hurt, Y/N. This could have been really serious.”

You sigh, “I know. And I was scared, okay? But the doctor said it’s just a mild sprain. Nothing too serious, and give it a few weeks rest, and I’m good as new.”

Your hands reach out to straighten his furrowed brows. “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep scowling.” Jungkook pulls your hand away from his face, and for a while, you think you’ve really pissed him off. But in the same breath, he pulls your hand to his lips. “I got so fucking scared when my mom called me. I rushed here and I was even in the middle of eating.”

You snort out a laugh, and your other hand reaches the half-eaten jello and offer it to him.

“No, thanks,” he groans in disgust. “I think I’ve had my fill of jellos during your last stay here.” Cue another eye roll from you, “You’re so dramatic.” Jungkook laughs and just stares at you. There goes your heart again, doing somersaults, and you think you’re growing hot by the second he stares you down.

You clear your throat, “Well, there’s a vending machine at the corner, I think.”

Jungkook nods then stands, and you think he’s heading to buy snacks when he locks the door.

“I think I prefer the snack already here, though.”

And there’s the Jungkook, you know. While you’d rather twist your other ankle than admit that sleazy line worked on you, the fact that you’re in a hospital isn’t lost on you.

“You can’t be serious, Jungkook.”

“Oh, but I am,” he grins. Hands trailing on your legs, but he remains mindful of your sprained ankle.

“I’ll be careful, babe.”

It’s shameless how you’re already breathless. His name leaves your lips in lust-filled whispers. Pants discarded on the side of your bed, Jungkook salivates at seeing the wet patch on your underwear.

Giving in to his primal desire, he moves the cloth aside and licks at your pussy.

“Gguk,” you moan. “Not much time. Just fuck me already.”

His head shakes, and you feel his tongue move inside you. “I haven’t had my fill yet.” His thumb plays with your clit as he eases two of his fingers inside you. Your back arches, moans stuck in your throat and you remind yourself you’re in public, albeit inside closed doors, you know how thin these walls are.

Jungkook hums, and you look down at him. The sight has you gushing, and your bent knees buckle. He’s rutting himself on the bed as his tongue and fingers play with you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name with a moan. He looks up, but his fingers continue to go in and out of your pussy. Your expressions match each other—eyes lidded with lust and mouth open in silent moans and groans.

“Fuck me. Now.” Giving your pussy one last suck, Jungkook finally listens to you. The bed creaks as he kneels to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his thighs.

You open your legs wider. “You really are my dream girl,” he grunts. “Will you take off your shirt for me, babe, please.”

You hum, watching him stroke himself as he waits for you to pull your shirt over your head. “I will if you will.”

In record time, Jungkook has his shirt scattered on the hospital floor. Scooting closer to you, Jungkook remains mindful of your foot. But it isn’t long until he rubs his tip to your clit.

“Say please.”

“Please, Jungkook.”

Satisfied at your whiny voice, he pushes his dick inside you. You both moan before Jungkook realizes where you are. And so he kisses you, mouth catching your moans. His hands move from your hips to your chest. Both of his hands full with your tits, fingers pulling playfully with your nipples. You wrap your good leg around his hips, foot pushing his ass closer to you.

Mouths parting for a breather, you lean back. It’s a filthy view, but the noises you make are extremely lewd. You now hear the metal creaking and your pussy squelching each time Jungkook thrusts inside you.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers from your neck. “Don’t scare me like that ever again.” You would have sensed how earnest he was if you weren’t too lost in your pleasure. But you hum and tangle your hand with his hair, as you pull him for a kiss. His thrusts are now deeper and harder. “Cum for me, babe.” Your body at his beck and call, you cum. Milking your orgasm, Jungkook continues to pound your pussy.

“Mm, sensitive,” you whine.

“One more, baby,” Jungkook asserts with his hands going down to rub circles on your clit. You’re delirious. “One more for me,” he grunts as he thrusts, “With me.”

You can feel another orgasm slowly approaching, and you know Jungkook’s about to reach his high, too. You open your eyes and find him already looking at you. Your pupils are blown wide with lust, and in that shared moment, you knew.

You come together with breathy moans.

- Jungkook lays on top of you, his body keeping you warm. “You’re coming home with me.”

You hum, “Have mercy on my pussy, Jeon. I don’t think I can even walk out of here, and it’s not because of my sprained foot.”

He raises his head from your chest, thumb circling your side boob. “I didn’t mean for another round, Y/N. Get your head out of the gutter,” he teases.

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You have a foot injury. You need someone to take care of you.”

Cue your heart somersaults.

At your silence, Jungkook thinks he said something wrong, so he tries to lay out a more acceptable reason for having you in his home, “I think my mom would also prefer that she watches over you as you recover. Can’t have you attempting to skate with an injury.” At that, you lightly smack his head. “I’m not that stupid, Jeon,” you scoff.

“Right,” he laughs and lays his head back to your chest. He leaves a kiss on your sternum and you struggle to breathe as you try to calm your heart on haywire.

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#jungkook x reader #jjk smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #fwb au #bts #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook

[linomilkers]

Minho x Reader [Warnings: dry humping, a filthy blow job, probably some medical inaccuracies, Minho calls Felix Yongbok bc canon and that's his Yongbokkie]

Note: Helloooo, this is my first time writing in this style! Just trying something different for this particular piece. Also, I started writing this before we found out about Minho's hand, so I promise I wasn't making light of his injury! Just a coincidence!

Let me know if you like it!!

Minho who hurt both of his wrists somehow, maybe it was a misstep in dance practice that sent him to the floor, or a stumble at the airport. His wrists are sprained, he's in two clunky arm braces to keep them still, and he's not meant to participate in any strenuous exercise that would involve movement of them. It sucked, being hurt, and he was missing schedules, he would fall behind in learning the new choreography, and he was setting the comeback back by a couple of weeks -- but it wasn't the worst thing. He could use a small break, even if it's just a week or two, of resting and taking it easy after nonstop months of producing content.

Minho who enjoys the break for about a week before he started getting a little stir crazy. Eating was a chore, a true test to his patience instead of being something gratifying and he couldn't cook much. He could move his wrists a little so that the muscles wouldn't weaken from not using them, but barely enough to eat, let alone prepare a full meal. Everyone else in the dorm was so busy that nobody was really cooking, so living off take out has made his face swollen and a bit puffy. Which he wouldn't mind as much, if not for how annoying Seungmin's been with pinching his cheeks and cooing at him for it. He can't even properly exact revenge and the creatine is taking full advantage of that.

Minho who can't touch himself properly and is starting to go crazy because of that too. He doesn't have to do it every day like some (namely Jisung, the little pervert), but he does it often enough that a week and a half in he's starting to feel it. Every morning he's waking up with something stiff between his legs, and he's helpless to it. Minho believes he has enough mental fortitude to look past his horniness, because no orgasm would be satisfying if he couldn't properly use his hands. He could wait it out, the braces would be off within two more weeks, he'd be fine.

Minho who breaks the day after he'd made a pact with himself to hold out. In the daze of his morning wood and being two seconds from sleep again, he rolled onto his front on his bed. Minho bunches his blankets up into a wad, then presses into it, a reedy sound leaving his mouth, unfamiliar to his own ears. It feels good, really, really fucking good, but it isn't enough. Still, it doesn't stop him from trying. He ruts pitifully into the blankets, chasing after a release he knew he wouldn't find, leaking precum in his briefs. It's embarrassing, how badly he needs it, how desperately he's trying for it -- but there's nobody home. Everyone left early this morning, so he was safe to do this for a little while, until he gets frustrated and takes a cold shower instead.

Minho, who forgot Yongbok's friend had spent the night and had promised to wait around for him to get back from schedules so they could go shopping, or out to eat, or whatever. The friend who Yongbok had made promise she would bring Minho breakfast in the morning, so that he wasn't fumbling around the kitchen himself. Minho had told him that he didn't need that, that he wouldn't want his friend going out of her way for him, but he refused to listen, and so did she. Which was surprising, she's usually pretty quiet, but the sudden headstrong attitude started him into silence and acceptance. "No earlier than 7AM," he told her, "I'll at least try to sleep in."

Minho, who doesn't hear the perfunctory knock on the door before it opens at 7:05 (of course she is close with Yongbok, because he barely waits half a second before opening the door after a halfhearted knock as well -- he doesn't care what he sees when he ambles in, usually caught in his own head about whatever he'd come for in the first place), and only realizes that Y/N is standing there with a bowl steaming in her hands when she says, "Oh, shit, sorry," as if this wasn't embarrassing enough, Minho has to let go of the pillow he'd caught between his teeth, "I should've waited for you to reply."

Minho, who knocks his head against the mattress and gives a disbelieving laugh, because of course this would happen to him. He's at the edge of his rope, he just wants to cum, and he can't even do that without being caught humping the bed like a desperate dog. He's caught between wanting to apologize to her for seeing him like this and wanting to scold her for walking in, in the first place. He doesn't get a chance to do either because Y/N offers her help instead, gentle and not in the least bit suggestive sounding, despite what she was suggesting, "I can help you out, if you want," she told him, "Yongbokkie thinks my mouth is really good."

Minho, who really doesn't have a chance to consider what that means, because since when was Yongbok getting his dick wet? Is that why he's always so calm? How long had she been doing that? And would he be okay with her offering that to Minho? Wouldn't he be upset? Or were they not together like that? He makes a confused sound in his throat, nervous to turn around where he knew she'd be able to see how hard he was, but too mortified to stay in the position he's in. So he flipped onto his back, and tries not to wince when her gaze zeros in on his cock -- so fierce, he's sure that he could feel it burning him, "I told him to ask if you needed help, but he didn't listen to me," Y/N continued to say, "Swore up and down about how you don't like asking for help, that you'd have to really need it to accept it, and I think humping your blankets is really needing it, right?" It was a fair assessment, and he feels his ears get hot, "I'll help."

Minho, who agrees because. . .well, why shouldn't he? She's offering, and he's hard and horny and wet, and he probably isn't thinking the clearest. He'd never thought of Y/N in that way, she's always just been Yongbokkie's sweet friend and that's it, but now he can't get the image of her with his cock in his mouth (or Yongbok's cock, for that matter) out of his head. With great effort, he scoots himself up the bed, among his pillows with his back against the headboard while Y/N got herself comfortable between his spread legs. She doesn't bother to take his briefs off at first, burying her nose against the hard swell beneath the fabric and breathing in deep. His face feels like its on fire, because who just does that? And why is he so turned on by it?

Minho, whose mind is spinning because this sweet girl's mouth is made for more than gentle compliments and clunky sentences in a language Yongbok is working hard to help her with. It's made for wetting the thin fabric of his light colored briefs, sucking opened mouth kisses that add to the growing wet spot on him. He has a hard time figuring out what was from him and what was from her, but it hardly matters. He throbs and twitches with every suckle and lick while she saturates the cotton. And when he is about to start whining at her for teasing him, her fingers dip beneath the elastic and fish his cock out from the briefs. A small, contented sigh leaves her mouth, like she'd been waiting all day to get her mouth on him. The head is flushed ruddy and dripping, shiny with his own slick and she shows her tongue to wet her lips, and he's throbbing again.

Minho, who can only gasp when she says, "You really needed this, right? I would have helped sooner. I like drinking cum from pretty boys," because what is Yongbok teaching her? But before he can ask, she's swallowing his cock down in one go and he cries out like he'd never been touched in his life. It sure feels like that right now, and the tight, wet heat of her mouth makes his brain melt, and any hope for thoughts that surpass, this is good, this is good, this is good leave his head. His brain to mouth filter evaporates, he spreads his legs further, "Fuck," his eyes roll back, because if he looks at her then he'll cum and he wanted to enjoy this for a little while at least, "Who taught you to be this naughty?"

Minho, who wasn't really looking for an answer, but Y/N slips off to tongue at his slit any way, then drools a glob of spit on his shaft and fucks him with her hand, "Yongbokkie," she replied without thought, "He trained my throat really well, now I can take all of you pretty deep." All of them? He can't clarify because she's sucking his balls into her mouth and soaking them with her tongue and his mind fizzles out again. It's too much, all of it, and she does it with a practiced ease of someone who is taking a lot of cocks in her mouth and his mind is reeling with it. She slobbers and drools and sucks until she's licking back up to the tip, taking him down, down, down, until the head nudges at the back of her constricting throat.

Minho, who comes with barely a warning scraping away from his tongue but Y/N doesn't mind. She withdraws just enough so it fills up the pocket of her cheek, squeezing the base, working him through it. He thinks his vision whites out for a second, he's almost positive he might have momentarily blacked out from the intensity of it. It burns from his fingertips up through his chest, spiraling through his whole body like summer storm lightening. It's a lot, his muscles lock up, he thinks if there were any time to understand the universe it would be now after he just flooded her mouth.

Minho, who isn't sure what to expect exactly, but certainly didn't expect her to crawl back up his body, tilt his chin toward her mouth and fix their lips together. He didn't expect her to push his cum into his mouth either, in a kiss so filthy and gross he knows he's going to be touching himself to it for months to come. At least he doesn't taste all that bad, as she makes him share, and he moans pretty pitifully against her tongue.

Minho, who finally opens his eyes after some time and is greeted with a smile, "Good news is, we were quick about it so your food is still warm," she tells him, "Should I feed it to you? I don't mind." And who would have thought that, with his softening cock against his thigh, and his wrists in braces, that Y/N would offer him something like that too? She'd already done too much, hasn't she? More than she'd been requested to, should he really let her feed him? Or was she joking?

Minho, who quickly finds that she isn't joking at all actually. She doesn't wait for him to answer before she's offering him rice and a sliver of egg from his bowl, holding it out toward his mouth. Minho parts his lips, she presses it inside, then gives an even bigger, triumphant smile when he hums at the taste, "It's good, hm? I made it myself."

Minho, who decides that he needs to know more about her, needs to implant himself deeper into her life, needs to ask Yongbok where he found her and if he's willing to share.

#stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #lee know smut

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Study nights

Alex turner x wife!reader

Summary: Dad!alex does math, goes terrible wrong, hurt comfort

Word count: 3k

Warnings: cuss words? Math with dad ptsd?

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Notebooks and eraser dust were laid out all across the dinning table on a Saturday night, Alex was helping his seven year old son practise some basic math. “Three times five?” Alex questioned with a sigh as he crossed his arms, it had been over an hour and half by now.

“Uh-umm-“ James paused for a minute going through the table from the top to get to five, “Fourteen?”

“No” Alex exhaled rubbing his eyes “You’re close try again.” He said, both their patience wearing thin at this point. To James, his dad was a free pass for all mischief. Playing in the mud, ice cream very late at night, watching superhero movies, playing pretend superhero-basically everything his mum refused him. However in this moment James was one more question away from calling for mum.

“13!” James said confidently but the exclaiming tone faded with his dad’s frown.

“You know this James, just when we got started you knew the whole table, come on no try again.” Alex said sternly.

“I don’t know” James said furrowing his brows, in general like all kids did he hated math and had a saturation point, he had far reached it.

Alex got the hint that the boy was just being stubborn out of annoyance to do math now, he made him repeat the table after him twice and wrote some multiplication sums for him to practise. Just the fourth sum and James had tears brimming his eyes, he was too frustrated to continue solving sums. He could perhaps get out of it if he cried. “James you know this won’t fly with me.” Alex said.

“I want mumma I don’t want to do math with you!” James said pointing a dramatic finger at his dad as tears streamed down his face along with anger residing on his nose.

“You can cry all you want young man, I’ve got all night you’re not leaving until you finish this worksheet.” Alex spoke with a shrug not phased with the crying as he picked up the pencil James threw out the table. “Come on.” He said as he tapped the pencil on the worksheet for James to continue.

James too was too headstrong to submit and also too tired to do the worksheet anymore, “I won’t!” He sobbed even more so dramatically, as if Alex had unleashed hell upon the seven year old.

“Go on…throw your tantrum. Like I said I have all night we are not going anywhere until you finish this.” Alex said sternly, however just seven James knew eventually he’d win this with his ultimate rescue.

“Mumma!” He cried out for his mom loudly, who was just upstairs, unaware of the happenings of downstairs.

James kept on calling for her, “Your mumma is not going to finish this for you alright?” Alex said sharply as he crossed his arms he was responded with a rather loud screeching from James who was just as stubborn, it was a matter of who wins this tantrum now.

Rushing footsteps followed down the stairs along with y/n, “what is going on here?” She inquired however as she walked to the dinning table and saw the math worksheet she was quick to put it together.

At the sight of his mother, James cried even more to reflect the torment his dad inflicted upon him while doing maths, “Dada-“ James cried pointing at Alex very frustratedly and then hugged his mom.

Y/n shared a look of disappointment with Alex as she rubbed James’s back, “it’s alright” she said as James continued to cry.

“He’s throwing a fit on purpose you know” Alex told y/n irritatedly as he shifted in his seat on the dinning table, “typical.”

“Alex.” Y/n said furrowing her brows, she knew this tantrum throwing to get out of math was common for James, however she knew the last thing the boy needed was getting told off again “hey…hey take a deep breath” y/n instructed as she wiped his tears, “it’s alright.”

“Dada—he-he called me stupid-“ James said with a shrill cry hugging her mom again. As he frantically pointed at Alex on the dinning table.

“No I didn’t!” Alex defended crossing his arms leaning forward on his seat “I said he was being stupid.”

“He also called me a-a—little widiot!” James exclaimed, he sure did remember a lot for somebody who was forgetting the multiplication tables he did every night Alex thought to himself.

“You’re not an idiot James” y/n cooed as she coddled the boy in her arms, trying to soothe his crying. This was very unlike Alex, he was generally the more patient parent between the two of them whenever it came to dealing with James’s tantrums. With school work, alex and y/n had divided subjects, James was just in first grade so it wasn’t a gigantic academic burden however the arts and crafts assignments weren’t really y/n’s cup of tea. That is why Alex did them with James, quite frankly it seemed he enjoyed those. The father son duo were always found laughing and having fun in the living room on craft nights, perhaps math together wasn’t their thing.

“He’s overreacting I didn’t even say that much and he knows that you’ll soothe him making me look like the bad guy—which is exactly what he wants!” Alex reasoned pointing with his hands to assert clearance but frankly both Alex and James seemed having the same tantrum in different.

“And which one of you is 37?” Y/n shot back sharply as she carcasses James’s hair and soothed his crying. This would take a while and she didn’t want it to escalate longer so she took James up the stairs to his room. Y/n comforted James a bit more as Alex was left in a sour mood at the dining table down there, awaiting a bit of reasoning himself.

After some time she came back downstairs again, which didn’t seem to be such a long time, it didn’t take more than a few toys to distract a seven year old. However y/n’s 37 year old was a bit more stubborn, “What the fuck Alex?” She spoke, annoyed but patiently.

“What?” He replied with a scoff locking his jaw, a bit frustrated from the math facade himself and that y/n didn’t take his side. That kept him from admitting any guilt.

“Why do you do math with him if you don’t have the patience for it?” Y/n asked as she took the books off the table, along with the mess of pencils. Couldn’t really stand so much mess.

“It’s not about patience.” He spoke maintaining a mild tone unfolding his arms to be expressive of his frustration “Y/n, we’ve been doing multiplication together for over an hour, he makes the same mistake of adding the multiplication sums when there’s a carry forward one. And he purposely says tables wrong? When we started he knew what was 3 times 5 but just now when I asked him he said it wrong?!”

“That is exactly what you need patience for!” Y/n exclaimed pointing her hands to the air to exaggerate obviousness.

“No” Alex shook his head for a moment, “I am patient. He just thinks he can get out of studying if he throws a tantrum and that’s exactly what he did…and he’s successful thanks to you!”

“He is seven Alex.” Y/n said sternly “James does math with me and cries too, it’s not politics he is seven and has a capacity.” She spoke, it wasn’t unlike for the little boy to throw fits given math was, well, math.

“That is actually your fault. You have him believe that if he cries and has reached the end of his capacity of doing math he’ll get out of it.” Alex said with a shrug and air quoted ‘capacity’.

“That’s not true.” Y/n spoke as her eyes brows squinted together in a frown, “When he cries, I let him have his moment help him calm down and we try again unlike you-“

Alex stopped her midway already aware what she was going to say, “unlike me what huh? The bad guy?” He spoke making a sarcastically dramatic face. He believed that y/n had this perception of Alex being a bad guy whenever he was even remotely firm with James extremely contrary to how he usually was. He just tried to do what he’d seen y/n do. It seemed that y/n could get james to do math and clean his toys and all those seven year old revolving chores but since he was always the parent who he had more fun with, Alex being even a bit serious had two of them take it out of proportion. “Me trying to be a serious parent doesn’t make me a bad guy.”

“Who is saying that?” Y/n asked completely confused wherever that came from, he’d just spew to this conclusions of other people’s perception on him in his mind “Literally? I never even said that-“

“I know but it’s just that every time I try to be serious we always have this conversation as if only you’re entitled to it.” He reasoned to his wife. He didn’t particularly ever enjoy being the serious parent, he’d rather read James a story book and do silly voices with all characters in the book than make him do math. If it were upto Alex every day would arcade Sunday for him and James.

“But there is a certain way Alex.” Y/n sighed taking a slant across him at the dinning table, “You can’t just berate him to do math.”

“Oh please-“ He scoffed throwing his head back, he wouldn’t put that big of a word on it.

“No no don’t dismiss it. You calling your seven year old a little idiot for getting addition sums wrong? You know what that makes you?” She asked tilting her head.

“What?” He answered with an exhale already knowing it’d be something witty.

“A big idiot.” Y/n said with an unapologetic shrug.

“Are you serious love come on” Alex rolled his eyes at her crossing his arms again, sometimes y/n could really tell where James got all his dramatic mannerisms from.

“Yes, look, you and I weren’t Einsteins when we were seven. He is just doing all of this for the first time, you have to be patient, if you call him names he’ll just hate the subject and also studying with you.” Y/n reasoned softly as she saw Alex’s stubborn frown soften a bit, “And he has his own frustrations too you know? He calls Caleb from school his number two best friend because his number one best friend is you. this other day there was this silly thing with Caleb, they had to pick partners for this one game in their class but Caleb didn’t pick James for his partner so he was a bit upset about it and then you, his number one best friend calls him a little idiot?”

Alex’s face softened and was soon immensely regretful of it, he was often a part of first grade drama debrief but he’d probably missed this Caleb one, even if it hadn’t happened Alex still felt remorseful of even talking to James in the wrong tone. With a sigh he deadpanned his face with both his hand, “I feel awful, fuck, did he really call me his number one best friend?” he and looked at y/n again taking his hands off his face for a quick second.

“Yeah…” she sighed, James and Alex…both her big heart big tantrum boys. She hated seeing either upset, she shifted from her seat to Alex’s barely situated into his lap yet when Alex already had his arms locked around her waist. He felt bad for being dismissive to her a few moments ago too when she was trying to be the voice of reason, y/n smiled softly interlacing her fingers with his “Look it’s alright…everybody has their moments. As did you and it doesn’t make you any less of a best dad in the world. Yes you’re maybe a little rigid, but that’s fine you were only trying and it came from a good place just not the right way. There are no tags on being a parent, you are a wonderful one who’s James’s number one best friend.”

Alex hummed, deeply comprehending every word she told him because it did do a bit to make him feel slightly less worse, he got over his insecurity of being the unserious parent, she was right about having no tags on being a certain kind of parent. There are no proportions to it and he felt stupid for feeling as such. He looked at y/n for a moment just in awe of how someone could he so excessively understanding. He didn’t even have to voice his feelings out exactly but it’s like she caught them unsaid, “I am sorry…” he trailed off, looking down at their intertwined hands and his other by her waist holding her close. The domesticity of her made him feel so grounded. “Thank you for this—seriously you are life’s biggest gift to me and then James, he is your biggest gift to me. Being a dad, it’s my most cherished thing. Even that I do it wrongly sometimes but you’re here, showing me the right, thank you, y/n truly.” He spoke as he leaned forward a bit planting his lips onto hers, lengthening the kiss as he held her face with his hand.

“You are welcome.” She said as the smile on her face as she pulled away. Her smile only brightened with what he told her, running her fingers fingers through his hair as he held her close, “You’ve got some apologising to do to a certain someone too yeah?”

“Yeah” he nodded with a firm urge to make amends, even if James was seven. Alex wasn’t going to let his small whims go unattended, especially when he was at fault.

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Softly knocking on James’s room to announce his presence Alex opened the door in a bit as the boy sat on the rug playing with the Legos. Sitting down next to him Alex took a few legos in his hands too but James was quick to take them away. Someone knew well to hold a grudge. “Hey buddy.” Alex said softly letting go off the legos not wanting to offend James.

James just let out a loud and dramatic huff, letting his dad know he’s still upset. “I don’t want to speak to you!” James said with a shrug and turned to the side with his back facing his dad.

“Well…” Alex trailed off and got up to sit in front of James again, folding his legs “I am not here to speak to you either.” Alex said masking the boy’s attitude “Did you know mumma called me a big idiot because of you?”

James stifled a giggle and continued the upset face act as he didn’t look up at his dad, showing his affronted mood “Mumma never lies” James said still playing with his Legos.

“Ouch.” Alex chuckled a bit at the boy’s sass but couldn’t really blame him “probably deserved that one” he mumbled. “I just came to speak to my number one best friend.” Alex stated as James looked up at his dad, his dropped face instantly brightening up, “was wondering if he’d be interested to be my pillow fight partner against mumma…” Alex trailed off with a dramatic sigh.

“Yes I’d be interested!” James exclaimed almost immediately, his number one best friend voluntarily wanting to be his partner in a game really countered petty first grade school drama and math frustrations for him.

“Oh you would?!” Alex asked matching his enthusiasm and held him up in his arms, throwing him to the air once, making James burst into laughter “Can I ask you for a favour? Forgive me? I am really really really sorry for what I called you, I made you cry and I feel so awful about it.”

“It’s alwight dada!” James shrugged with a giant smile, children were so easy to make amends with it was so sweet.

“Did you know when I was your age I couldn’t even remember 8’s table. Ask grandma…it was so difficult for me. But you? You are the smartest boy I know! I mean you do some addition problems so fast I can barely keep up!” Alex told him enthusiastically.

James’s face was graced with a giant smile as he jump hugged his dad out of joy. Alex felt at peace as he held James in his arms tightly with his one hand caressing his hair. He looked up to find y/n leaning by the doorframe and smiled even more, “I see someone’s made up.” Y/n remarked at the sight.

The two pulled away and shared a mischievous look to their partnering up of pillow fight against y/n, having been in this situation before y/n knew some mischief was brewing up against her. “Hey hey now” she stood straight in an alert stance “don’t you even dare boys!” She exclaimed, as the night ended in pillow fights leading to tickles leaving the house full of laughter.

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Young!Samuel Seo with Young!Reader: Dinner Guest

G/N. Standalone but tied in to Leave Him Be

Dinner time has changed.

"We're having dinner now?"

"Yes."

You peer at your mom from the doorway with round curious eyes. "Why?"

"It's nice to eat earlier," she explains, spooning freshly cooked rice into bowls.

"Why?"

"It just is."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Can you please take this out?"

"Why?"

"Y/N!" Your mom scolds. Using your whole name which means there is no room for argument or any more questioning.

You close your mouth quickly.

"Now take this one to Samuel."  You're handed the largest portion, rice shaped into a nice mound over the top of the bowl, "and this one is yours."

Yours is smaller, which is fine by you. Rice is just ok. It's the dishes you really like. Your mom has gone all out today, made your favourites and more. She always seems to do that these days.

Dinner is now at 4:30pm instead of past 7pm. Which is too early by most people's standards, but your young mind doesn't care about most people.

Maybe you would mind more, especially with your stomach rumbling late at night. Except, whenever you pad into the kitchen to look for something to eat, your dad is always there to share a bowl of ramen with you.

"Don't tell mom," he says and your chest puffs as you giggle at the secret between the two of you.

You sometimes wonder if Samuel gets hungry late at night too, if he shares a midnight snack with his dad.

Dinner now interrupts your make believe games with Samuel, though neither of you care. At least Samuel doesn't anymore.

Quiet and headstrong at first, refusing to share a meal with you. Until you asked again and again. The special sort of "why why why" that frustrates your mom and adults and kids alike and he caved.

You like to think you're that convincing (or that annoying). Truth is the food smelt too good, looked too good.

Samuel has been topped up on snacks and potato chips and candy since you befriended him, but he couldn't remember the last time he had a full meal, never mind one home cooked and lovingly prepared by a parental figure.

(He's weak to you and your family's kindness. He doesn't have the walls and defences he would eventually build.)

Dinner now comes with distractions. Your dad brings over the latest delivery of comics for you and Samuel to flip through as you eat. Both shovelling rice and meat and banchan into your mouths with one eye on the page.

You tried that a few times when Samuel wasn't there. Ignoring conversation and questions at breakfast and getting told off by your parents. You cried and wailed yet they didn't give in.

You wish Samuel was around all the time.

Dinner now means shared laughter and banter. Sometimes Samuel snapping at you when you push him too far. Then easing up when you slip him an extra piece of beef or your chicken wing. Talking about anything and everything, in the way children do. Inquisitive and looking at the world with innocent eyes.

Although.

Samuel seems to know a lot more than you. Has a cynicism that seems at odds with his youth. Looks at you sometimes as if you're not the same age and he has been through a lot more.

You don't understand what that means. Not yet.

Most importantly-

(Though the implications don't register for you right now; you will recognise your parent's concern and care years later, understand the sort of childhood Samuel had.)

Dinner now gives enough time for Samuel to eat, and then go home earlier than the first time he spoke to you.

The first time you played together and he overstayed, when his eyes widened with panic and he returned to your family convenience store the next day with a fresh bruise.

You're used to Samuel with bruises. Accepted them as a part of him. Your mom and dad never did.

Your dinner time has changed, and there's now a regular guest.

#thinking about how much sammy has suffered is making me unwell #i can fix him #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism fic #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun x reader #seo seongeun #wannaeatramyeon

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hi im lost in the kon & clark + kon & the kents sauce today.

thinkin about how clark takes him to live with ma and pa shortly after "our worlds at war" - after kon has lost guardian, and now mickey and dubbilex and everyone he knew at cadmus has vanished and left him on his own. after he's been used and discarded by knockout, tana, and rex leech. he's not even two years old and there is a whole list of adults who he relied on and who he's already lost because, as he believes, of his own inability to be what they needed him to be. he wasn't savvy enough to realize rex was using him for money, he wasn't heroic enough to save knockout from herself, he wasn't mature enough for tana to love him, he wasn't good enough of a superhero to prevent guardian from being killed in the leadup to everything with apokolips...

anyway, what i'm getting at is that he's used to nearly all of his relationships with adults having a time limit, and to being left alone to fend for himself when that time limit runs out. so, uh, the first time he has any sort of argument with clark, or clark expresses any frustration with him...

which, imo, is extremely possible because, like. kon's an impulsive kid who doesn't always listen to others or ask for help when he needs it (partly because he's so used to fending for himself!) and clark definitely has a protective streak, and i think it'd frustrate clark that kon didn't even tell him he had nowhere to go after cadmus went underground. like he gets that kon's got issues but also Please For The Love Of God. People Who Love You Want To Help You But You Have To Tell Them You Need Help. he wants to help and protect kon but kon doesn't even realize the things he's gone through are fucked up and that he shouldn't have had to deal with them, let alone on his own. suggesting that he should lean on others would make him bristle. and he definitely doesn't want to be a bother or a burden on superman.

so it's a point of contention but like, the love is there. it's a point of contention BECAUSE the love is there.

anyway i'm just thinking of the first time clark tries to talk to kon about opening up and asking for help and telling him or ma or pa or lois when something is up, and kon getting mad at him because he can handle himself and he's not incompetent, and clark being like that's not what i'm trying to say at all, i'm plenty competent and i lean on people when i need to and so should you. but kon's a traumatized and headstrong teenager who doesn't want to hear it, even (especially) from his idol, and clark gets a little frustrated, and then kon ??? stops arguing and just gets really disproportionately upset out of the blue??? and shuts down and then runs off??? and clark doesn't understand what happened exactly but clearly SOMETHING is wrong. figures he'll give kon some space and talk to him again in the evening when he's had a chance to cool off.

instead not even an hour later martha kent hollers for clark to get over to kansas and explain his side of things because she KNOWS the boy she and jonathan raised would Never have told kon he's sick of cleaning up his messes and wants him out of his parents' house and might even be planning to take his name back from him. (clark, hearing this: HE THINKS I WHAT???????? D: D: D:)

(ma sent pa to check on kon when he didn't come down for dinner and pa found him sniffling and stuffing clothes into a suitcase. he said clark hadn't told him to get out yet but it was only a matter of time. they are gonna have a nice long family heart-to-heart and at the end of it pa is going to have to talk ma down from hunting down rex leech with a shotgun.)

anyway kon gets a Really good family group hug that he TOTALLY doesn't cry about (he's cool as a cucumber about it!! really!!) and gets whacked across the head with a boatload of affirmations and reassurances that even if any of them ever argue, his place here and his name and status as part of the family are never going to be in question. (ma wants the shotgun again when he seems genuinely surprised by this.) it might even be the origin of them coming up with "conner kent". a second name just for him, as part of clark's family on earth too.

i am just. so not immune to stories about a little guy who's not used to having a family Getting A Family you know?????

#rimi talks #rambles #its a fic idea technically but i still want to workshop it more. its about how kon is 16 and not good at healthy communication #hes a kid who's used to being a commodity first and foremost not a kid and it fucks with his perceptions of his relationships esp w adults #also for the record i do think martha kent should be allowed to go after rex leech with her shotgun if she so desires #but mostly its about kon getting a big family group hug. you know his touch-starved ass will cry #kon #clark #ma kent #pa kent

[teyums]

“Everyone knows. Everyone knows. She f*cks you.”

Ao’nung headcanon (no use of yn!)

⚠️ All characters are age 18 or over in this story. I will not write Ao’nung in a suggestive manner unless he is aged up.

Wc: 1.2k

I myself haven’t seen anyone write Ao’nung as submissive so I was happy to. And personally, I think this fits him way more hehe. 🤭

includes: suggestive/strong language.

part two

• Because Ao’nung is such a dickhead and so headstrong all the time, I think its pretty damn obvious that it’s merely a tough front he puts on to throw any one off from finding out he’s submissive as hell, especially you. He’s actually a sucker for the woman he loves. This man literally WORSHIPS the ground you walk on and he lives for that shit. That big and bad act is simply a disguise to hide the fact that he’s actually a bitch boy. He would definitely listen to whatever you say and follow your directions to a T.

•He’s had women pine after him before but they quickly gave up because he’s so damn rude, leaving him with zero potential mates before you came along. No other na’vi woman was willing to put up with his attitude, or better yet, see right through that shit and squash it like you did. Or maybe no other woman had the power to. The mere thought of you was enough to get this man off, he was like putty in your hands; completely infatuated with you.

Something in your bones always told you that bully act was one big bluff. The first time Ao’nung hurt your feelings while you were dating, you denied his want to touch you for two whole days. When he expressed his disapproval of your decision, you made him get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, or he wouldn’t be able to touch you for two weeks. Two weeks without touching you for Ao’nung would feel like two years. It’s not a surprise that he’s incredibly clingy and gets upset when he can’t be near you 24/7, so you knew exactly what to hold against him when he made you mad. Jeez, what a fuckin baby. Talk about mommy issues.

“Baby, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it, will you forgive me?” He spoke softly and looked down at you with doe eyes, hoping to get off the hook and have this be over with. You stood in front of him and let out a dry laugh, arms crossed and expression unamused. Now he knew good and well you wouldn’t go that easy. Him being an entire foot taller than you didn’t phase you and he knew that. Some of the other men laughed when they would see a sight such as this. How is such a small, feeble woman controlling the olo’eyktan’s son like she’s his handler? What kind of spell did you put on him?

You stared up at Ao’nung through your long lashes, hard. Completely unwavered by his attempt at winning you over.

He sighed and reached for you, but before he could even brush a finger against your arm you swatted his hand away.

“You don’t get to touch.” You hissed, earning a whine and almost a frustrated stomp from the boy who seemed sooo tough.

God, you loved to see him squirm.

“Beg for it.” You demanded, your gaze mean and unfaltering. You didn’t feel bad, Ao’nung treated everyone else like this and you were simply giving him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, he liked it anyway. The boy has a thing for dominant women, who would have guessed.

He sighed, looking around at the other na’vi strolling on the beach and cursing under his breath. “Please, please forgive me.” He spoke, sounding so much smaller than before, both in voice and confidence.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Is this what you call begging, Ao’nung? That’s pathetic, you know better. Do not waste my time.”

“Ugh… right now? Like, here? People will see me.” He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck and spoke in a hushed tone so nobody around would hear what he was saying. He had an image to uphold, the tough son of the olo’eyktan who didn’t take shit from anybody and gave shit to everybody. If anyone saw you controlling him like this, he feared it would damage his “reputation”. Or more so his ego.

You didn’t care though, this shit turned you on. And no matter how much he complained about it, you knew it turned him on too. He would never hide the way he looked at you as if he wanted to pounce, and his body gave him up as if you had offered it a cash reward.

“Fine, three weeks.” You responded plainly and shrugged after upping his timeout, turning on your heels to walk until he grabbed your wrist and sunk down to his knees before your footing could even change in the sand.

“Wait, wait! Please, my love… I’m sorry” He apologized, genuinely this time. You could hear the desperation in his voice and it made your core tingle with need. He held your smaller sized hand in both of his much larger ones and pressed his lips against the back of it, smothering it with kisses incessantly and apologizing between each one.

Ao’nung was aware of what he had just been told, no touching. But he couldn’t help himself, he needed his hands on you every minute of the day, whether it be him kissing the back of your hand as if you were royalty or you playing in his hair while he dozed away on your chest. At this point, you had long forgiven him but seeing this big so called ‘bully’ down on his knees in front of you to earn back something so simple as the right to touch you, made you hot. You raised an eyebrow and lifted your chin at him, taking your hand back and placing your hands on your hips in an attempt to look unimpressed.

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso he hugged you tightly from below.

“Please princess, I will do anything… whatever you want. I’ll be good from now on, I promise. Just take me off punishment.” He whined desperately, the side of his face pressed just below your navel, his grip on you strong.

Feeling your breath quietly catch in your throat as you watched him, you re-centered yourself to stop your legs from trembling. Many thoughts passed through your mind and you felt your skin heating up with his face pressed up against your body. You hummed, trying to decide on one of many options and gently brushing your fingers back between the lines of scalp next to his braids.

“Anything I want?” You cooed, chewing on your bottom lip slightly and earning an instant nod from the boy who was at your complete disposal.

“Ao’nung, up.” You beckoned and used your hand to raise his chin, seeing him look up at you in admiration from below as he quickly rose back to his feet at your direction. Taking his hand, you eyed him up and down deviously while he became more and more impatient with every second that passed. The shadow on his loincloth looked much different than it did when this conversation had started. The fabric was beginning to stretch, becoming taut and hinting at his arousal. He witnessed hunger and desire cloud your eyes, his tongue peeking out to lick at his bottom lip and his eyes watching you feverishly while he waited on your next move.

“Come.” You giggled, turning around and pulling him along like a lost puppy. A sigh of relief left his lips and the goofiest smile painted its way onto his face. You could damn near see the hearts flying in a halo around this boy’s head, he was so lovestruck. His ears perked up and his stride looked drunken as he allowed you to drag him back to your tent, his eyes falling to your backside and exposing how eager he was to fulfill whatever promise he had made to you.

a/n: Alright I’m back in my groove now yall! This was so fun to write and it came to me so easily. I’m a sucker for obedient men who do as they’re told, what can I say. 🫠 I’m not sure how far in detail i’ll go when it comes to smut with ao’nung or neteyam (aged up ofc). I do know that I’ll probably get requests for multiple parts so If I write more you might see an increase in strong language or suggestive/m🅰️ture themes but I’ll have to see about that. I hope you guys enjoyed! Please like and reblog if you can, it’s much appreciated. 💞

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On The Edge || Valeria Garza x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Femdom Valeria, Edging, Begging, and maybe OOC Valeria

A/n: I used a English to Mexican Spanish translator so if it's overly formal or not accurate thats why. I defiantly tried finding a reliable translator since I dont speak Spanish but here ya go

Valeria was a headstrong woman, aggressive and demanding as she commanded the men double her size. There was an unforgiving and harsh aura around the woman, and everyone knew it, especially you. The woman not changing much behind closed doors, still the demanding and authoritative one with the dynamic you two had. The system of your relationship prevailing in the current intimate moment you’re sharing, being on top of her with your cunt in her face with your hands on the headboard. Whining and whimpering as she laps at your cock before dragging her tongue lower to your entrance, almost screaming at the sensation, being unbelievably sensitive from the lack of release.

Having been sat on Valeria’s face for the past 40 minutes or so, legs becoming increasingly shaky as she runs her tongue against you. Biting your lip with your head down, only slightly opening your eyes to see the hungry woman below you staring up, looking you into your eyes as she eats you out. The sight erotic, Valeria’s face half covered by your cunt as she gives you that typical sadistic glare. Gasping as with wide eyes as you feel her tongue curl inside you. A trick she knows gets you going, feeling what would be your 3rd orgasm of the night disappear just like the others as she pulls away from you, pushing you up with some of her strength as you howl. Almost completely let down from the 3rd orgasm denial of the night despite having known it would be ruined by the sadistic woman under you. Getting ready to beg her for a release only for her to speak first, "Lay on your back mi amor," she rubs your thighs as she talks, slightly sitting up to encourage your movements. 

Nodding and humming shortly as you follow her directions, moving off of her and laying upside down on the bed, feeling her crawl from under you to lay beside you. Valeria somewhat laying on her side as she rests her body on top of you, feeling her cotton tank top rub against your nipples as she leans over your torso. One arm being supported on the other side of your body, being bent at her elbow as she runs the fingers of her other hand up and down your navel. The sudden feeling of her lips on your neck surprise you, but not enough to distract you from your submissive role, tilting your head and whining as she sucks on your skin to leave a hickey. Fingers dragging lower and lower as she gets to your clit, rubbing it in the pattern you know will break you soon once even further. Valeria still kissing and sucking on your neck, the double stimulation getting to you again. The feeling of the position not new but the knot in your stomach growing once more as she increases the speed of her movements.

Squirming in Valeria’s grasp as she moves to your chest, running her tongue around your nipple as the other  hand traces your surgery scars. Throwing your head back and almost screaming at the sudden feeling of her fingers entering you again, your overly sensitive hole screaming from the sensation. “Valeria!” you call, head thrown back  with one hand gripping the sheets like if you don’t you’ll fall and die, pleasure getting to you as your unoccupied hand finds its way to Valeria’s hair. Tugging harshly as you feel her lips pull away a small bit from your chest. Hearing her chuckle, looking down to see her head barely tilted up as she smirks at you. Lips pulled into a perverted smile she flashes you before stopping her hand movements. Letting out a disappointed and frustrated, high-pitched groan, the tightness in your gut disappearing almost immediately, disappointed and under stimulated even as she sucks at your pecs. 

Wriggling under her as she holds your torso down with her hand, the other running up and down your thigh to keep you on the edge she loves to see you writhe in. Your hips rolling on their own as you almost aggressively squirm under her, knowing from the past it’d be hard to fight her with weak and gentle movements. “Valeria! Please, please! I wanna cum!” feeling her hum against your sternum as she kisses in between your scars while you sob for her. Running her hand closer and closer to your crotch every time it comes up your thigh again. “Mm, I don’t know mi amor.. I want to watch you go brain dead,” her low and taunting voice ringing in your ears as she talks. The seductive and teasing tone she uses making you whine, still squirming under her touch until you feel her hand finally rest against your cunt, gasping and screaming out as she suddenly slaps your pussy a few times, hearing her growl while you pull her head back by her short hair.

The action prompting another few slaps your way, letting go of both her hair and the sheets as you curl over to hug her, keeping your lower half against the bed as you contort yourself to hold her. Feeling her laugh against your chest as she slides her fingers back inside you. Moving them slowly as you gasp. "Ruega por mí, mi amor," she tells you, kissing your forehead as she ever so slightly picks up the pace of her fingers, doing as she tells you, softly speaking as you begin to beg for her. "P-please mi reina, please I've-" you choke as she slows down her fingers to rub your clit as well, "Fuck! I've been good! Please mi amor please!" Almost sobbing into her neck as she caresses your hair, playing with it slightly as she moves to fully jerk off your cock. Whimpering as she teases and rubs the tip of dick with her thumb. The gentleness of her actions so she can drag out the stimulation was putting you in a pleasurable distress, “Please! Please please please!” your begging jumbled together as you speak. 

Trying to talk faster than your brain would let you, spewing out any reason you could think of to be able to cum. “I’ve been good please! I didnt cum at all! I listened and did what you said, please mi amor!” too busy talking and pleading to realize the knot in your stomach is growing more intensely by the second, curling your hips as your grip on Valeria tightens. Getting so lost in the pleasure and desperation you're experiencing to realize your cumming until you feel yourself squirt on the woman's hand, cutting your words off with a muffled scream like moan as you hide your face against Valeria’s shoulder. Squirming harder than before as your hips move erratically with vigor, whining and whimpers as you come down from the high slowly, stomach loosening from the cramping position you held yourself in. 

Going limp in Valeria’s arms, feeling and hearing the chuckle rumble deep in her chest, “Perfeccionaste mi amor,” is all you can hear softly over your pants closing your eyes to relax as you feel the exhaustion hit you like a train. Feeling her lips on yours as she holds your chin to keep your head held up. Sighing softly as she breathlessly giggles against your lips, feeling yourself fall asleep while holding her close, turning your lower half over and cuddling up to Valera to avoid the wet spot you created on the bed. “Te amo mi corazón,” is all she has to say, hearing the words but simply falling into unconsciousness before you can tell her you love her too.

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[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 7: Stuck In Wall

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7468

Warnings: Afab! Reader, master/servant dynamic, stuck in wall, age difference, dubcon, reader is a rabbit illuminated beast, vaginal fingering, bareback, no protection lol no gendered terms but he does call us “little one” because that is what I am personally weak for

A/N: alright so I definitely got a little carried away with this one but in my defense … in my defense Zhongli is my favorite character. I started playing specifically FOR him. So I think my bias was going to show no matter what 😂

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Peering out from your hiding place behind a wide, red painted column, you secretly observe your lord and master while he sips his afternoon tea in the sprawling manor garden. The Lord of Geo is a sight to behold even when at ease, and you can’t quite seem to decide what it was you were feeling flitter about inside your chest when you looked at him. Was it excitement, pure and headstrong adrenaline at the prospect of challenging him in the way the young test themselves against the old? Or was it something more personal and intimate — a crush, you’d heard human adolescents call it before. This strange feeling wasn’t exactly new but it was still as much of an unknown as it had been the first time you’d realized Morax was the cause of it. 

You think you’re just eager to try out what you’ve learned since the last time you came here and sparred with him though. Had even spent some time with the five Yaksha between then and now, most notably with Alatus who had (begrudgingly) helped you work on your speed. Bonanus had even teased you about biting off more than you could chew when you’d told her why you were so keen on training like this, but she didn’t understand. None of them did. For as much as you looked up to and admired the Yaksha for their strength and commitment to Morax’s nation, nothing was held in quite so high regard as earning his approval the same way they had. 

All you wanted was to prove yourself to him. To be looked at with the same fondness and mutual respect that he gave the others rather than the doting, indulgent smiles he always gave you. It was undeniably frustrating, the way he never seemed to take you seriously. It wasn’t your fault you were a bit too young to have stood beside him during the Archon War but you were determined to win his favor no matter the cost. 

So you very quietly sneak out into the open, recalling what Alatus had told you about the importance of concealing your presence until you were ready to actually deliver the killing blow. Not that you were trying to kill him or anything — as if you even could. But considering that all of your previous encounters with the Geo Archon had ended in resounding failure, with you slinking off with your tail tucked between your legs and licking your wounds, it seemed like it was worth a shot. Somehow, you’d almost managed to convince yourself that sneaking up on him instead of clashing head on would net you a different result. 

But of course it is not meant to be, and you barely make it within twenty feet of the powerful god when the earth abruptly shudders and gives way, exploding outward from the force of a glowing geo construct erupting out of nothing. You give a startled jerk and immediately fall into a defensive crouch, but they just keep appearing around you; one by one, tall, imposing monoliths springing up out of the ground to entrap you where you stood. 

Realizing you have fallen for a trap and Alatus’ advice was no good against someone like the Lord of Geo, you make a hasty attempt to escape. Try to utilize his training to your advantage even though it’s done you little good up til’ now, but you don’t make it very far. 

You’re hyper aware of the moment that a construct of Morax’s making bursts up underneath you, shooting right towards your middle. You lurch, too surprised to even breathe as you see it spearing straight through you and up into the very heavens themselves. For a split second you actually think he’s going to kill you — but to your great surprise it suddenly splits down the middle and branches off into two separate halves that fly up past you only to reconvene and become one at the top. 

It’s like you’re watching it all happen in slow motion, painfully aware of what’s happening as it seals around you and stops your momentum mid fall. You jerk to a sudden, screeching halt that rattles your teeth, and you suck in a harsh gasp that seems to tear at your throat. You’re stuck. Just like that. In the blink of an eye you’ve been left dangling there, trapped inside the unrelenting prison of one of his geo spires, and you had no way out. 

You’re still desperately clawing and kicking at the solid stone when he steps up beside you, long dark robes swaying softly as he comes into view. You go stock still, heart hammering wildly inside your chest even as you bring your head up to look at him. To your gobsmacked, stuttering surprise, he was smiling at you. 

“M - m - my lord!” 

“Hello, little one. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting to see you here today. A very grumpy bird told me you’ve been training with the Yaksha recently and I assumed that would continue to take up a significant amount of your time for at least a while longer.” 

Heat floods your face in a sudden rush that leaves you sputtering, trying to work out what to say to that. Dammit, Alatus! He wasn’t supposed to go behind your back and tell Morax what you’ve been doing! No wonder his advice hadn’t worked. 

“Forgive me, master.” You finally manage to say. “It was not my intention to displease you. I only wanted to - -“ 

“Oh, I’m well aware what it is you wanted. My attention, isn’t that right?” He tips his head to one side, ever so, his expression still serene and gentle, but that doesn’t stop you from flushing even hotter than before. Quickly, you avert your gaze and try not to look so guilty even though that seemed to be a losing battle in this situation. You felt so stupid, and all the more when Morax draws a patient breath at your continued silence. “Honestly, I'm a little surprised with you. I didn’t take you for the sort to sneak around like that. At first I assumed you were merely working up the courage to come over and ask to spar with me, but that was not the case … was it?” 

You sorely wished you could wither away, right then and there, but the unrelenting geo construct made it impossible to even turn from him and hide your shame, let alone beat a hasty retreat. “No, master. It wasn’t.” 

“Then why?” 

His gloved fingers suddenly brush your chin and you jolt, choking on a very unbecoming squawk of surprise as he tips your face up. Left with no choice but to look at him, you make a desperate attempt to school your expression and hide your fluster from the piercing intensity of his gaze only to fail miserably on all fronts. You couldn’t even remember a time you’d embarrassed yourself so badly in front of him. 

“W - well, I just — I thought …” You trail off in uncertainty, but he just nudges your chin with a soft little hum of encouragement. Whimpering faintly, you squeeze your eyes shut so you won’t have to see him looking at you, patient and expectant, while you’re forced to admit to your wrongdoings. “I’m sorry, master! I thought if I took you by surprise I might fare better this time. Alatus said - -“

“Alatus?” Morax’s fingers abruptly slip away. Blinking back the sting of humiliated tears, you cautiously glance up to find him lost in his own thoughts and a tiny little spark of hope flares to life inside you. Perhaps he would let you go and direct his displeasure at the one who had given you that bad advice in the first place! 

“I see,” He says at last. “I wouldn’t say he was necessarily wrong to tell you that. Given your size and strength, it certainly does make sense to rely on concealment when approaching a potential threat. However,” The deep timber inflected in just that one word sends shivers racing down your spine as much as the hard edge in his golden eyes does. “You had to have known such tricks would not work against me, little one, and I very much doubt Alatus intended for you to utilize that particular strategy in such a way. If I was so easily taken by surprise then surely I would not be standing before you as I am now, would I? Frankly, I'm not sure if I find your underestimation of me cute or insulting.” 

Your chest wrenches violently at that. “No … no, no, I'm sorry, master! Please don’t be displeased with me, I didn’t mean to offend you! I would never! I promise!” 

Evidently unmoved by your pleas, Morax makes a casual show of folding his arms behind his back before shifting into motion. Slowly, he walks around the side of the monolith he’d conjured to trap you where he disappears from your line of sight. Even trying to twist around is useless and all you can make out is the hard column of stone and a thin, sideways glimpse of the lush garden foliage. You squirm and brace your hands on the faintly glowing rock, making an attempt to wriggle your way out, but then he appears on the other side and you go still again. 

You realize, in a far off, distant kind of way, that he’s circling you like a predator and with that knowledge comes a silent reminder of who he is. What he is. You’d never been lucky or privileged enough to see Morax in his truest form, nor had you ever caught so much as a glimpse of it until now, but you’d heard tales of it. Whispers of his magnificent size and strength. How he was just as big, if not bigger, than most of the gods he fought in the war and equally deadly too. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that the kind and gentle individual before you now, with his doting smiles and easy company, was in fact hiding a beast under that disarming facade. A monstrous dragon. 

And you, little more than a rabbit, were trapped in his lethal claws. 

“You must forgive my mood today. It isn’t exactly that I am unhappy with you, or Alatus for that matter.” He says quietly. Much too quietly to do anything except further rattle your nerves and make you more anxious. “But I think there is something to be said for these times of peace, don’t you? Not only do the years wear away at the memory of the people but even my beloved adepti too, and it seems that everyone is slowly forgetting what this land looked like not that long ago.” 

Pausing in front of you, Morax sends you a slow, unreadable look of consideration. 

“The same cannot be said of me though. I can’t forget it. I won’t forget.” 

With that, he resumes his pacing around the monolith and you just hang there, having no choice but to attentively listen in even when you want nothing more than to crawl inside a hole and bury yourself alive. 

“I’ve not faced a real challenge in many, many centuries now,” He continues, sedate and almost leisurely. “Most save a select few don’t even bother to spar with me now, whether because they hold me in too high regard to even take up their weapons or because they already know what the outcome will be. I must confess though, I miss it sometimes. That is why I have enjoyed our little sessions so much. Even if you cannot truly stand against me, it was still nice … refreshing to see someone standing on the side of opposition with neither hesitation nor reverence on their face. You just wanted to prove yourself, isn’t that right,” His hand abruptly caresses over your leg, starting at the knee and trailing a sensuous path up the back of your thigh, over your buttocks and higher still to finally flick at your small, curved tail. “My helpless rabbit?” 

Yelping and blushing profusely, you quickly slap your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from making any further noise. You had no idea what was happening, what he was talking about, and you knew even less how you felt about any of it. Your heart slams a wild, continuous beat against your chest, feeling like it was likely to explode out of you at any given moment, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or … excitement? 

Either oblivious or unconcerned with your current predicament, Morax just keeps pacing around you at a steady canter. “That is also why I’m so disappointed in your behavior today. I thought you were better than that. I expected better from you than that. Using such strategy against a lesser foe would have been another matter entirely but me?” He barks a quick, mirthless laugh that seems to set your guts to vibrate. “The only ones foolish enough to use such a shameless tactic against me in the Archon War were beings so far beneath my concern that I didn’t even bother learning their name before I destroyed them. Any warrior with even an ounce of pride would never stoop to such a low, for both his own integrity as well as that of his opponents. Is it possible that I have been much too lenient with you?” 

You suck in such a sharp, painful breath that it claws at your throat on the way down. “Master, please! That’s not it at all! I - I just thought … I thought you would be impressed with me if I could implement what I learned from the Yaksha and show you I’m serious. I d - didn’t …” 

You trail off, not sure what else to say to defend yourself or your actions, and Morax halts in front of you again. Eyeing you for a moment longer, he finally reaches up to touch fingers to his chin in thought. “You were still small during the war, weren’t you? Only just ascended, if I remember correctly.” You give a miserable little nod, prompting him to slowly exhale through his nose. “I see. It’s not that you’ve forgotten, nor did you intentionally mean any disrespect. It’s just that you don’t know any better. All you’ve ever truly lived is peace, so a warrior's sense of pride is likely just some fanciful concept rather than a tangible thing to you. Still, there is something … a part of me doesn’t want to let it go even knowing this. I want — no, I need to show you that I am not someone such petty tricks will work on.” 

“Wha - -“ 

His hand is suddenly under your chin again, nudging you to look up even as he bends close to put his face in yours. Veins turning to ice, you just stare at him in speechless disbelief. If you could have backed up at that moment you would have gone skittering in the opposite direction, but the geo construct keeps you rooted to the spot. All you can do is take it when he carefully curls those long, blocky fingers over your jaw and gives them a brief squeeze to make you wince. It was only a very small fraction of his power, you knew this, but you still issue a quiet whimper anyway, more from your bruised ego than any physical pain he was causing you. 

“Do not misunderstand, little one. You are young and naive, while I am willing to forgive and as patient as the tallest mountain.” Morax intones, his voice dropped to such a low register it almost seems to carry with it a … growl. “But I am also still the Archon of this land. It is my duty to soundly guide all who inhabit Liyue, whether they be human or adepti, and that very much includes you. Forgive me for saying so, but I think it’s high time I teach you an important lesson. One that appears to be long overdue.” 

“… my lord?” It’s barely more than a whisper. 

“Oh, don’t look at me with such fear in your eyes.” Cooing softly, Morax releases your jaw in favor of reaching up to carefully brush some of the hair back from your face. Just like that, his mood seems to have returned to the calm you were used to and it only leaves you even more unnerved. Confused to see him acting like this. But if he notices any of the disconcert in your expression he doesn’t acknowledge it, instead dragging his hand lower to tenderly cup your cheek in his gloved palm. “I have no intention of harming you today, nor do I wish to scare you. But I think it’s important for you to understand what I am.”

You swallow your nerves. Almost choke on them. “What are you?” You prod, wanting to hear him say it out loud with his own voice, in his own words. 

With a slow, almost unsettling blink of his eyes, Morax puts his head to one side. “A very territorial god.” 

The shudder that tears through you is so powerful it leaves you outright gasping in shock. He merely smiles though, that same soft, vague smile he usually wears, except … there’s an edge in the gilted amber of his eyes that makes you run hot. Hotter than any bath or spring, or teakettle, and you can’t quite seem to get your breathing under control now as he straightens up, letting his hand fall away, and then moves to step behind you again. 

Panicking, you slap your clammy palms against the lower half of the geo construct and desperately try to find some amount of leverage you could use to shimmy free but it is resoundingly useless. His control over the element was so great, so fine tuned and honed that there was barely even a seam between your midsection and the cool stone you were imprisoned in. You’d never be able to squeeze your hips through such a narrow opening, nor your shoulders — not without dislocating them and causing irreparable damage in the process. The reality of that truth slams into you mere seconds before you feel his fingers brush against your tiny tail again, and you can’t quite stop yourself from letting out a frightened squeak. 

“Now, now,” He chides, a heavy note of laughter dancing in his voice. “You needn’t rile yourself so. I already told you I’ll be gentle … but there are things you need to understand about this world. The way you came here today was so lacking in manners and propriety that you’ve struck an old chord in me, I’m afraid. But I won’t treat you as I did those who tried such petty, simple tricks in the past,” His hand abandons your twitching tail in favor of skimming down lower to pet over the seat of your form-fitted shorts, startling another gasp out of you at the static jolts that race through your body. “But I think we can come up with an appropriate substitute that will get the point across just as well. I will show you what it truly means to bend the knee to a god and impart upon you the significance of not underestimating one’s elders.” 

Your mouth drops open in shock but nothing comes out, every single hair on your body immediately standing on end. The thought that this was really happening seemed so distant, so implausible, that you almost don’t even believe it. Morax had never touched you like this, usually much too polite and proud to lay hands on you (or anyone, for that matter) more than what was strictly necessary, but he doesn’t hesitate to do it now. The glide of his fingers along the seam of your cunt is sure and confident, like he’s done this a million times before. 

The weight of it slams into you all at once and you finally give a delayed little jerk as your stomach violently seizes. “M - master! Thats - -“ 

“Mine, is it not?” 

You go stock still, halfway through the motion of trying to push against the stone again. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be serious. “I … I don't understand.” 

With a soft, vaguely condescending click of his tongue, Morax adjusts his hand to rub over the apex of your slit with a greater sense of purpose to make you twitch and seethe through your teeth. “Which is precisely why I would be remiss not to educate you, little one. You have truly lived a largely comfortable life and you do not grasp what would be apparent to you had you endured any of the hardships of the past. Respect, decorum, integrity … these are not just words without meaning. You must learn to maintain these principles even in your youth, or you won’t live to see the same old age I enjoy.” 

Biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the embarrassing sounds trying to slip out, you frantically turn that over in your head. It was exceedingly hard to do when he was caressing you like that, gradually coaxing your body to bend to his will which it does with a horrifying lack of compulsion, but you desperately wanted to figure out what had set him off and why he was acting this way. You wanted to understand him … easier said than done, of course, when he always spoke in such a complicated and enigmatic manner. Yet a thought starts to slowly dawn on you, alighting inside your mind like the morning sun appearing over the horizon. 

Was it possible that the lesson he wanted you to take from this boiled down to something as simple as a reestablishment of his dominance? Had you really stoked the mighty dragon in him enough that he now felt compelled to dominate you like he would any lesser foe who dared to disrespect his position and authority? He said you’d approached him without respect … had opined about the past and how he missed partaking in true battles, establishing his own superiority over others with fists rather than words. Said he’d enjoyed your sparring matches because of the way you’d looked at him with neither awe or reverence — but by sneaking around like an assassin you’d overstepped that understanding between you and your lord? 

A sudden groan bursts out of you when your pussy eagerly flutters against the ministration of his hand, growing wet for him, and it quickly becomes that much harder for you to concentrate. But you frantically try to hold onto that string of thought, panting slightly where you hang from the geo construct. It felt like you were right on the brink of a solid idea … an epiphany. 

You almost write it off completely when it finally comes to you, so absurd and implausible at first glance. But the longer he pets your cunt with sure, steady motions of his hand, as if he already knew exactly how to toy with you, the more you found yourself faltering. Could it really be that you had simply offended his greater sense of pride, his monstrous instincts, by suggesting (intentionally or not) that you didn’t consider him worth the effort of meeting face to face in the sparring ring anymore? 

It’s not lost on you that Morax was well within his right to do as he pleased, however he so pleased, and he normally chose kind smiles, a soft hand to guide, friendly company and the grace to only show you a very small fraction of his great strength. The goodwill to let you think you ever stood any kind of fighting chance against him if you just trained enough, just stuck with it long enough. But now it seemed he was set on reminding you of your place in his world, bring you to heel, and let it be known in no uncertain terms where you stood. He had been nothing but tenderhearted and indulgent towards you until now, doting the way a father figure would be. Infinitely lenient, or so it had seemed. 

That was not who was standing behind you any longer though. He’d been replaced by a king, a war general, a fierce draconian lord. Someone who took without asking and who claimed what was his by right, and that very much included you and your body, evidently. 

Sucking in a sharp, wavering breath, you abruptly snap back into the moment when you feel him pinch at your clit through the thin fabric of your pants to get your attention again. His motions are self assured and confident as he gently teases the sensitive nub with a slow, rolling motion of his fingers before squarely pressing down on it. Your legs weakly kick out behind you at a series of awkward angles, torn between either balancing the distribution of your weight so there wasn’t quite so much pressure on your middle where the stone was holding you up or trying to close your thighs and keep him out. The latter was useless though. You were completely defenseless like this without even the privilege of being able to twist away, and you soon realize all you can do is accept your fate. 

So you hang there, whimpering softly as he grinds mean little circles into your clit. He doesn’t stop until your hips start to judder and buck against the stimulation, a startling amount of sticky slick already bleeding into the fabric plastered to your cunt. You can’t help groaning in frazzled disappointment when he finally withdraws his hand some moments later, leaving your body thrumming with unspent kinetic energy, but he’s quick to smooth his hand over the curve of your ass and give it a brief, reassuring squeeze. 

“There. That’s better isn’t it?” He rumbles behind you, that same hint of amusement making you tremble again. “Rest assured, little one. I will not be unfair or cruel to you. I’ll make sure this is as pleasant for you as myself, but I trust my greater intention will not be lost either. This is a symbolic act, so do pay attention.”

“M - master —!” Your voice warbles and catches, breaking off with a stilted little gasp when Morax redirects his hand to grasp at the material and tug at it. It takes him a prolonged beat to inch it down enough, between all your squirming and the position he’s got you stuck in, trapped within one of his monoliths, but soon he can slip his fingers inside the waist. Tugging your shorts down, pausing to untangle them from your twisting legs, he finally gets them pulled over your ankles and tossed aside. 

You’re left naked from the waist down with only your socks and shoes allotted to you, and you’d never felt more exposed or vulnerable in all your life. Try as you might, you just couldn’t seem to find enough leverage to curl your legs up and it has you awkwardly writhing against either side of the stone spire. No matter what you do though you can still feel the waft of cool, pristine air against your bared cunt and, much to your mounting horror, even the clenched pucker of your ass. You were completely on display like this. He could see everything — and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it! 

Was this how helpless his enemies had felt against him in the past? How weak, pathetic and unequivocally at his mercy they’d been? 

“My,” He seems to pur, gently touching a fingertip to the meat of your cunt to make you jolt. “What a sweet little thing you are. Already so wet for me … I’m flattered.” 

You momentarily forget how to breathe when he spreads your lips with a deliberate, savory slowness, and lets out a quiet huff at what he sees. Flushed so hot you think you might just pass out from the sharp, debilitating stabs of humiliation that slice into you, your hands blindly reach down to brace against the lower half of the construct and lift your weight up off your stomach a bit. You couldn’t process this. Couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was not only touching you but even looking right at your most intimate of spots, completely unheeded.  

The sting of burning, deeply embarrassed tears floods your eyes and you whimper, mewling a plaintive plea as he idly draws smooth, glove encased fingers through folds and petal-soft creases to further spread your slick around. Emphasizing how copious it is, and how very sticky you were. You try to brace yourself for what will come next — unsure what that would be, exactly, but knowing in some primal, animal part of your brain that your trial was far from over — but it still shocks you a great deal when Morax finds your entrance and applies just enough pressure to dip a finger inside. 

Your whole body jerks with the sensation of him reaching into you, the sinuously smooth texture of his glove slipping and sliding indecently against your guts. Even when your pussy squeezes around the unexpected intrusion, even when your body aches in protest at being suddenly stretched, it does nothing to stop him from gliding in straight down to the knuckle. Heaving a gutted little noise, you lurch and almost lose your hold on the geo construct. 

“Oh!” 

“A tight fit.” He murmurs, more to himself than you. Which is good, because your head is spinning so fast you really aren’t confident in your ability to respond coherently right now. “I suppose I will have to take the time to properly prepare you first, then … I don’t think you’ll be able to take me like this.” 

Take him? 

The powerful god behind you doesn’t give you a chance to linger on that thought, gradually withdrawing his finger and then pushing back in to send you scrabbling at the surface of the stone. Slow and steady, he takes his time massaging along your inner sleeve with a level of patience you’d long since come to recognize in him but it drives you absolutely insane in this situation. Your pussy thrums eagerly around him, already so keen and sensitized from his earlier petting that it doesn’t take long at all for you to start feeling the muscles lock up in vibrating tension. Seething through your teeth, you try once again to bring your legs up even if only to brace against the sensation wracking through your lower body, but it’s futile. All you do is uselessly squirm in place, hips bucking slightly every time he reaches deep inside you. 

But then — you choke on a haggard, frantic sound when he introduces a second finger to your soaked cunt, sliding in just as easily as before but the stretch was so much more intense this time that your eyes start to roll back. Hissing through your teeth, you can do nothing but endure it while he takes a moment to rub along your interior, caressing over every bump and ridge as if in careful consideration before he finally angles his fingertips down. Down. He curls them, crooks them in a come hither motion, and presses right into something that makes your heart catch in your throat. You start to wheeze, gasping and choking on the blinding pressure as he teases that spongy spot for a just moment and then sedately jabs into it again. Once, twice, and on the third time you shatter, falling into uncontrollable tremors while you wail in distress. 

But no matter how hard you shake or judder your hips, he just keeps moving his fingers. Alternating between teasing at that insidious nerve cluster and casually working those long digits in and out of you at a tortuously slow, stilted pace. In a matter of moments he seems to milk your orgasm for everything it’s worth, leaving your cunt soft and pliant around the intrusion, and then immediately starts to build into the next. Your sensitive, post-climax twitching is very quickly replaced by the eager, needy roll of your shaking hips as you instinctively grind back on him, seeking out more like you were already addicted to it. 

Your cheeks burn in excitement and shame alike, and another faltering groan slips out of you, unbidden, when you realize how stiff your nipples have become under your shirt. They seem to jut out in stiff, fine points, as if seeking out that same source of friction your cunt was getting, and that only humiliates you even further. You’d never felt like this before. Never known your body to turn on you so completely that your tits felt heavy with arousal where they were swaying softly each time you moved, nor had your pussy ever been so very responsive … either Morax was a very talented individual when it came to stroking another’s body to vibrating fever pitch or you were far weaker for him than you’d first thought. 

Somehow you got the feeling it was a potent combination of the two. You also can’t quite shake the sense of being even more outmatched against him in this situation than you ever were in any of your martial sparring bouts, and that was certainly saying something. 

“Master, p - please! I can’t take it …” You finally manage to hiss. 

“Oh? Are you going to cum again already, my sweet little rabbit?” 

Involuntarily, your pussy clamps down on his fingers hard, and he issues a low chuckle in response, still sedately fucking into your body at the same unhurried pace. It was like he had all the time in the world to do this, and he probably did. You can’t help but grimace at the sticky clicks and wet little slurps coming from the other side of the spire, as embarrassed that your cunt was making those kinds of noises as you were about Morax being the one to not only cause them but that he was hearing them too. That shame does very little to dissuade your arousal though and it seems like you’re wildly shaking again in just a matter of moments, your jaw clenched so tight it actually hurts. It was too much. 

“My, this is a surprise.” He says over your high pitched, sensitive bleating. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so easily brought to climax, and in such a short amount of time too … perhaps I should retrieve a bucket to put under you if you’re going to keep cumming like this?” 

You let out a long, keening groan as the tremors in your body finally start to ebb and fade but he merely chuckles at your reaction, clearly finding humor in it. If you’d been in any position to do so, you probably would have found the whole thing rather funny too. After all, it wasn’t every day one was able to witness the Lord of Geo laying claim to one of his Adepti with such ease and agility. 

Distantly, you’re aware of him shifting behind you moments before his fingers pull out with a wet pop that leaves you shuddering anew while your pussy weakly squeezes around something that was no longer there. You try to catch your breath in that moment, having no idea how long it would last, but your body is so high strung and sore, a lingering ache settling deep within you in the aftermath of being stretched open, that you can’t seem to calm yourself. 

“Master, please,” You beg, still wheezing harshly. “I did not mean to upset you … I only wanted to show you what I learned from the Yaksha, I swear it! I wouldn’t ever — ahhn!” 

Your desperate pleas suddenly catch in your throat when you feel him brush against you, long robes fluttering around your bare, quaking thighs as something decidedly fleshy presses into you from behind. Warm and uncompromisingly rigid, it just touches your sticky labia and then pauses there, hovering. Waiting. The not so subtle threat has you wildly bucking against the stone structure, struggling just to breathe. You’d never wanted to turn and look at something so much in your entire life, but you can’t do that like this. Not with your front half dangling from one side of the construct while the lower - - 

His hands abruptly squeeze around your hips, holding you still, and you let out a frazzled, helpless little mewl when he nudges into you enough you can feel your cunt lips parting under the stilted pressure. Weakly kicking your legs in an attempt to find something you could brace against, even if it was just by the tips of your toes, proves utterly useless. You were a bit too high off the ground, evidently level with his hips, and it forces you to experience the slow press of his cock in startling high definition. 

You may not have been able to see it, but he felt big. Much bigger than you were prepared to take, and you loose a wild, high pitched squeal at the oppressive sensation of him poised and ready to lay claim to you. 

“Do you remember what I said, little one?” Drawing a brief, savory breath, Morax gives another, barely there push, and just sinks into the give of your entrance before stilling again. Not quite breaching you yet but positioned to follow through at any moment, giving you plenty of time to process the full weight of your impending domination. “This is a symbolic act, first and foremost. You are inexperienced in the ways of this world so it is my duty to teach you … tell me, then. Do you know what the lesson is?” 

It takes you a shamefully long moment to kickstart your brain enough to even realize he’s asked you a question. You were so overwhelmed by just his presence behind you, the impact of this innate claim he had on you and your body. For a long beat, you can’t even seem to find your voice. 

“… I — I don’t know. I’m not sure.” You finally manage to warble. 

“Hm? I don’t think I quite believe that. Why don’t you take a guess?” 

He nudges you again, tauntingly sinking forward as if to finally penetrate you at long last, but never quite following through on it. Your pussy thrums in nervous anticipation, and he sighs very softly when your body seems to suckle at the tip of him with each shuddering clench of vibrating muscle. Arms trembling slightly from the effort, you awkwardly readjust their slipping hold on the spire and try to think. You needed to say something, preferably something other than mindless, overwrought gibberish. 

“Is it that — you want me to feel what it’s like to be bested by you? To understand how weak I really am …?” 

“Oh, precious thing. It’s not that you are weak, nor is that what I want you to take away from this.” Gently, almost affectionately, Morax smooths over the skin across your hips with blunt thumbs as if to comfort you. “Rather, this is but a symbolic representation of what can happen if you underestimate your foes. Even your god is not quite as immune to territorial displays as he would like to be. It’s been a long, long time since someone last challenged me in earnest … and you’ve awakened the beast in me today by presenting yourself as one.” 

His strong fingers abruptly dig into you, hard enough to bruise, and you gasp at the pain. It is quickly overshadowed, however, by the sharp, splintering stretch of his tip pressing into you, forcing your guts to allow him entry one earth shuddering inch at a time. You abruptly understand then, realization lighting up within you in a far off, dreamy sort of way. This was a conquest. You’d been teasing the dragon in him this entire time — the way you looked at him, the way you challenged him and even the way you’d taken the word of one of his most loyal followers in a sea of many and tried to turn it back around on him. He wasn’t punishing you in the strictest sense, but giving in to his instinctive urge to dominate and claim. To quash opposition with his heavy fists and stand at the top, on his divine throne, where he rightfully belonged, to claim the spoils for himself and breed his powerful heirs. 

A hollowed out, gutted groan tumbles from your mouth as he enters you from behind, his cock so big and heavy inside you the stretch of it seems to reverberate deep in your bones. You can barely even breathe around it, the way it seems to punch the air right out of your lungs, leaving you clawing at the monolith like a trapped animal. A hare, in a hunters noose. Inch by staggering inch, it feels like he’s breaking you in half and all you can do is woundedly bleat into the otherwise still garden. Morax was not just taking you for himself in the physical sense, he was subjugating your body to his rock solid will like a tyrant. 

“My lesson to you is thus,” He growls, practically snarls behind you, as he sinks another tortuous fraction into your heaving guts. “Do not tempt fate and let sleeping gods lie. You never know what sort of mood they’ll wake up in.” 

Keening frantically now, you arch so hard against your stone prison you feel the strain of it in your spine. But his hold on your hips is as good as iron and your lower body is practically immobilized like this, save the uncontrollable shake of your legs. You hear him grunt behind you, very softly, and then give his cock a stilted little push that has him sinking in even deeper, so deep you can practically taste him on the back of your tongue. The way he stretches your cunt so completely, so oppressive with the weight of him behind you, in you, against you, seems to overwhelm all your senses at once, and it takes you a prolonged beat to realize when he’s stilled again.

Panting harshly, you hang there for a moment as if in suspended animation, just trying to process his heavy presence inside your body, and then it occurs to you … his strong, narrow hips are pressed flush against your upturned ass. Seated in you straight down to the hilt. Your cunt had never felt so full, so stuffed right to the breaking point before, and you wheeze like some broken, wounded little thing.  

“Hunger,” Morax intones, so abruptly it startles a low whine out of you. “For the flesh and blood of the illuminated beasts. Wrath, for those that dared disturb their slumber. Greed, to reclaim what was once theirs by any means necessary.” His fingers dig further into your hips and hold you in place as he carefully angles back just enough to drag at your guts. “Or, in some cases, you might even find yourself speared down the middle on a beastly cock that is much too big for your poor little body to take. You must tread carefully around the gods, little one. We are not quite as magnanimous as we may seem.” 

Nudging himself forward again, he sinks back into you as far as he can reach. Your pussy throbs around him, weakly contracts with a warning tremor that makes fresh tears spring up in your eyes. You know you’re riding a dangerous line, just hanging on the precipice of some great, gaping abyss, and you’re helpless to stop it as he settles into a mind numbingly stilted rhythm. He fucks you like he could do this for hours and never tire, like he has all the stamina in the world to put his mark on you at his own pace, on his own time. Morax is not in any hurry to rush this, and it is that slow, halting motion of his hips and the blinding stretch that comes with it that soon shoves you over the edge. 

You cum again, embarrassingly fast, but he doesn’t so much as pause to let you catch your breath. Just keeps fucking you even when you wail in overstimulated distress and dire urgency, your jolting legs slowly losing their strength until you have no choice but to let them dangle loose in the air while he ruts into you. You were exhausted. Completely spent. 

And Morax was not going to stop until he finished sating the draconic instinct to take whatsoever happened to catch his golden eye, even if that thing was but a helpless little rabbit.

⭐

Crossposted here

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #self insert bullshit

[mommybard]

Minthara let out an exasperated sigh in frustration, letting her hand fall away from her precum soaked cock. It had been… days? Weeks? Time was nebulous and didn't feel real to her at this point. But it had been some amount since her rescue from Moonrise Towers. Since she had joined up with this ragtag group of…what was a nice way to describe a bunch of traumatized morons with a heart? 

She groaned as she sat up, staring down at her shaft. She hadn't been able to find relief since her rescue. Sure, she could stroke as much as she wanted. Could take out a toy and ride it with her ass all night. But it just wasn't enough. It would bring her close, so achingly close she could practically taste that orgasm. That release never came though, no matter how long she toyed with herself. 

It wasn't her fault. Its not like she had to resort to self pleasure back home. Whenever she had been excited or needy it was easy enough to call someone to her bedchambers for release. Minthara was a Baenre after all; other drow would practically kill each other for a chance to try her out. Hells, she was fairly certain a few of them had just to try to impress her. 

Regardless, this was becoming a problem. A few nights without release had been fine. But having spent night after night basically just teasing herself without relief? She was on edge. Shorter temper than normal. Losing her focus. Finding her thoughts drifting to lewder ideas at the most inopportune times, even in the middle of a fight.

Picturing what it would be like to tame Aylin and Isobel after they had rescued them. Shoving Isobel's head down onto Aylin's cock as she claimed her cunt. Laughing at her pathetic moans, stiffled around that shaft. Picking Isobel up and both of them forcing their way into her poor pussy together. 

Karlach…ohhhh, such wonderful muscles. Just imagining them flexing underneath her tough as she explored every inch of her body. Watching her fighting against bindings as she toyed with her. Hearing such a strong being whimper and moan, begging for release. Oh the fun she'd have with the tiefling~

She wouldn't have to be gentle with Shadowheart. Not with her training. Finally able to let loose fully. Taking her with an animalistic need to breed her. Covering her skin in bite marks, bruises, long lines from her nails digging into her flesh. And just to have her crawling back and asking for more. Minthara moaned softly at the thought, too distracted to even notice her hand making its way back to her cock. 

Lae'zel. So headstrong. So defiant. Such a brat. What a thrill it would be to just grab her and punish her for her disrespectful tone. Grabbing her by her throat, pinning her there as Minthara fingered her into a screaming mess. Bending her over her knee and beating her ass black and blue. Bending that willful bitch into a good girl for her.

Minthara bit her bottom lip to hold in the noises that had started to escape her mouth as her thoughts turned to the next. Jaheira was a bit older than the rest of the party, sure. But if anything that made Minthara want her more. Being able to claim someone like a Matron Mother? To learn the tricks she knew~? To be able to hear that legendary hero cry out her name in utter bliss as she ravaged her body, making sure that she would never forget the name Minthara Baenre…now that was a goal to aspire to~

“Fuck~” She let out, barely more than a whisper. This was becoming too much. She needed to find release. Hands and toys weren't enough. She wanted more.. she NEEDED more. Needed to bury her hot shaft in someone. Needed to drown their hole in her cum. It was the only way for her to retain her sanity. 

The only question left then, was who to start with first.

#Passed out #woke up #wrote this little blurb #thought y'all would enjoy <3 #guess whos back back again #nsft post #also might be on a baldur's gate kick

[tallulah477]

Please, Mommy?

Kinktober Day 1: Handjob

Pairing: Lo’ak x Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Lo'ak, Mommy kink, Lo’ak is in rut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Whiny Lo’ak, Dom Reader, Sub Lo’ak, Bondage/Restraints, Orgasm delay, Knot squeezing, Tongue licking (is that a warning? Idk, it's here just in case), Hand gag (covering someone’s mouth to keep them from talking)

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This is my first work I've ever posted so I'm super nervous, but super excited! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Ruts can make even the most controlled of Alphas unstable. They can be possessive and dominant and territorial. But not Lo’ak. Lo’ak will go down, but only for you. Only for his Mommy.

Lo’ak’s pathetic whine makes you want to give up on this whole idea and just toss him on the ground and fuck him through the floor. 

But you’ve done that already. A lot. 

It’s been almost a full 24 hours since he’s been hit by his rut, turning him into a sad little horny mess who’s putting off pheromones that smell so good, it makes you want to eat him alive. Your pussy throbs at his smell, at the sight of him sweating and panting and begging ‘Please, Mommy! Please, please, please,” - and you want nothing more than to push him down, straddle his hips, and slide his beautiful, thick, perfect cock back inside you where it belongs. You want to ride him until he’s screaming, yanking against his restraints, desperate to get free and touch you.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. Focus. This is about Lo’ak, not you.

Besides, you’ve fucked him so many times already since his rut began that your cunt is already sore. Poor girl’s been beaten and pounded so much by your gorgeous mate that she deserves a little break. Plus, you want to savor this.

It’s rare to have two Alphas become a mated pair. They’re territorial, possessive of their things and the people they’ve decided are theirs. They’re dominant and demanding, always needing to be in charge - to be the leader, particularly when it comes to their romantic relationships. Too much of the same energy can clash, causing fights and all out brawls which is not ideal for a mated pair.

It’s not impossible, obviously. You and Lo’ak are a perfect example of that. Two Alphas: both headstrong and stubborn in what you believe to be right, ready to lay down your lives for your loved ones and for each other. And you both just work. You’re territorial of the things you share, possessive of each other in a way that lights both your souls on fire thinking “this person’s mine. Only mine”. Somehow, in most matters, your shared headstrong and demanding attitudes don’t frustrate each other too much. Your communication is swift and direct, firm yet kind, and you find that you agree on most matters anyway, which helps avoid any potential heated arguments.

You let him lead when he feels like he needs to, and you stand beside him, fierce and proud to defend him at all times.

And when it comes to sex: the compatibility is something you never thought possible. You play with each other so well. Submitting to each other when the other wants to dominate, switching your roles so seamlessly in the moment that you almost forget your instincts are supposed to be led by your second gender. You and Lo’ak just fit with one another, two puzzle pieces coming together to make each other whole.

And during his rut, when he should be at his most controlling and unstable, he goes down for you instead. Hard.

“F-fuuuuuck,” He groans, deep and guttural as he tosses his head back against your shoulder.

You smirk, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple. “What’s up, baby? Something wrong?”

You have him pinned to you, his back against your front with your arm wrapped tightly across his chest to keep him against you. His arms are tied securely behind his back, unable to move or get free. Unable to touch you like he really wants to, but he loves it all the same. Loves you being in control right now, loves that you love him like this. This other part about him that anyone else might find strange or disgusting if they knew about it, like some people do with his more human features or ‘demon blood’ - but you love it, love it so much - love him so much, love pleasuring him . . . tormenting him.

And wow, is he beautiful when he suffers.

His cock is hard and warm in your palm, an excessive amount of precum and your own spit coating both his length and your hand as you work him slowly. “I asked you a question, Lo’ak,”

He whimpers when you squeeze the tip, head tipping forward to watch as you force more precum to flow out of the swollen and reddened head. You scoop it up, finger circling the tip teasingly before dragging your hand back down to wrap tightly around the base.

“Faster,” Lo’ak moans, head leaning back again against your shoulder as he pants against your neck. “Wanna cum,”

You click your tongue in disappointment. It’s too soon for him to cum. If he cums now, he’ll be ready to go again in a matter of minutes - and the goal right now is to give him some reprieve, allow him to sleep or relax for a while before the next wave hits him. 

And besides, he knows the rules. “Hm, doesn’t really sound like you do. Where’s your manners?”

Lo’ak whines when he feels you loosen your grip around his cock, hips rocking desperately to try to get back the friction. He leans in to press a sweet kiss against your jaw. “Sorry. Sorry, Mommy. Please? Please can I cum?”

The hand wrapped around his chest reaches up to grip at his braids, and you pull his head back slightly to press a passionate kiss against his lips. Your teeth latch onto his bottom lip, biting down and pulling enough to make him groan in pleasure before soothing it with your tongue.

“Good boy,” You mutter against his mouth, and Lo’ak preens at the praise, a pleased noise escaping from the back of his throat. Your hand tightens again around his cock, and you stroke him faster than before, but only slightly, working him up towards another orgasm even as you say, “But no. Not yet, baby. Mommy’s not done with you yet,”

“P-please,” He begs, lips brushing against yours. His eyes are heavily hooded, dazed and hazy from the intensity of his rut. “Please, Mommy. Need to c-cum. Need to--”

He cuts himself off at the brush of your tongue against the seam of his lips, breath shaking as his own tongue lolling out of his mouth, pleading. 

“What, baby?” You ask, teasingly. “You want to taste Mommy? Taste my tongue on yours, huh?”

Lo’ak nods frantically, dilated pupils swallowing up his eyes underneath his hooded eyelids as he stares at your mouth. Your hand strokes his cock faster, wet noises echoing through your shared hut as your fingers slide over his heated skin. You can feel his knot beginning to swell each time your fist slides over the base of his cock, and you know he’s close. But he’s such a good boy for you, and his head stays where you want it: turned towards you and tongue staying out, waiting for you to grace him with your own. 

So you do. You press a gentle kiss to the flat, wet surface before sliding your own against it, letting the taste of his spit, sweet like the yovo fruit he managed to eat before his current wave of rut hit him, explode on your tastebuds.

“You taste so good, Lo,” You tell him, licking across the appendage again greedily. You squeeze his knot roughly and you can practically feel the vibrations of his vocal cords from his cry through his tongue. “Like a delicious little treat all for me,”

“P-please!” He wails. Your hand leaves his knot to cup at his swollen balls and he jumps, thighs shaking from where they’re hooked underneath yours. “I’ve been good. Your good boy, Mommy. I need it. Need to cum. Need it so bad. Fuck, fuck! Please can I please, please, please, please,”

Your hand clamps tightly over his rambling mouth, silencing his pleas to mere moans and grunts. Your lips trace along the point of his ear, softly kissing the sensitive skin and laughing when his eyes squeeze shut and his ears twitch and press tightly against his head. 

“Look how swollen you are down here,” You whisper against his folded ear, gently rolling his balls in your hand and rubbing against the tight skin with your thumb. “So big and heavy. Just filled up so much, huh? Ready to burst any second now. And all for me, right?”

He groans against your palm and tries to arch his back against you, tries to get you to move your hand back to his cock. But instead, you go lower. 

Your fingers trail down to the strip of thin skin between his balls and hole, and rub against it firmly. You know the sensation drives Lo’ak insane, and he whimpers desperately against your hand, feet digging into the ground as he tries to close his shaking legs around your hand. But your legs that are hooked around his have his own trapped, and you delight in spreading your thighs more just to drag his own wider with them. 

“Nuh uh,” You giggle, fangs pressing into his skin as you smile against his cheek. “Good boys don’t run from Mommy’s touch.” Your wet fingers press harder into the skin and you’re just barely able to keep your hand over his mouth when he tosses his head back and forth in ecstasy. “ I know it’s overwhelming, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

He shakes and cries against your hand, amber eyes wide and clouded with overwhelming pleasure, staring at the ceiling even though you’re sure he’s not actually seeing it, as you continue to torture the sensitive nerves along the strip of skin. 

His cock is dripping like crazy, a steady stream dribbling onto his belly and leaving a small puddle. You have to bite your lip when you stare at it, torn between wanting to push him on his back and greedily licking it all up, and leaving it there to enhance the beautiful vision of your mate all tied up and helpless with his cock drooling with want. 

In the end, there’s really no option. So you leave it there, letting the puddle grow and grow as your fingers rub against his sensitive spots.  

When his moans and whimpers are a constant force against your restraining hand, you pull your fingers away from his fun little strip and scoop up his precum from his belly. 

“Alright, Lo. I think you’ve had enough for now,” You say, removing your hand from his mouth and placing your other one directly under his chin. “Let’s finish this. Spit,”

He’s panting, chest heaving from the desperate need to cum and he’s mumbling so incoherently you can’t understand a word he’s saying. He’s long gone, so far away from his own body that he can’t even focus. You can tell by the dazed, faraway look in his eyes, and you nudge your face against his to call him back. 

“I said spit, Lo’ak,” You demand and watch as he shakes his head slightly, as if trying to clear it. 

His mouth has to work for a bit before he’s actually able to spit in your palm. With a satisfied grin, you place one hand on his cheek to guide his face towards yours for a lazy kiss, while the other moves down to wrap around his cock, smearing the combination of precum and spit onto the purple head and down the throbbing shaft. It twitches in your fist as you stroke him roughly, hand sliding down over his swollen knot with each pass. 

“You can cum whenever you're ready, baby,” You tell him, and almost instantly he’s gasping against your mouth, cock pulsing in your hand as the first spurts of his release shoot against his stomach and down the outside of your fist. 

You swallow his cries eagerly, fist pumping his length, working him through his orgasm, before you're closing your hand around his thick knot and squeezing it relentlessly. 

He howls, hips bucking frantically into your hand, and his head falls back as he screams in pleasure. You take the opportunity to latch your teeth onto his neck, scraping them against his pounding pulse point and marking him as yours - the dark mark finding a home next to the others that you’ve littered all over his throat since his rut started. 

When he���s given you all he can, he slumps down against you, head resting in the crook of your neck as he tries to calm his breathing. You let go of his knot and slide the flat of your palm lightly up his still twitching cock, loving how he jumps in your hold and moans desperately against your shoulder. 

“Look at you,” You praise, pressing gentle kisses along his hairline. “So pretty for Mommy when you’re all fucked out like this. You did so well for me, yawne,”

You pull your hand from his now softening length and tug his lax upper body up just enough to be able to undo the restraints on his arms. There’s bright red marks and indents along his skin when the rope falls away, and you lightly massage the skin, helping to bring back some feeling into the limbs.

He falls back against you as soon as you let him, and you both lay on the floor of your hut, cuddling up to one another and intent on enjoying the moment of respite between waves, however short it may be. His eyes close and almost immediately his breathing evens out, fast asleep.

“No, wake up,” You say, nudging his shoulder. “You have to eat something first.” Silence. “Lo’ak,”

But he’s dead to the world. You sigh and place your head on his chest, making a mental note to make sure he eats something the moment he wakes up.

Even if that means he has to choke down his food while you choke on him.

**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

#lunaskinktober2023 #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak smut #lo'ak x na'vi reader #lo'ak x female reader #taliewrites

[yournameloveskpop]

It’s Complicated

❤︎ Paring: Han Jisung x Reader

❤︎ Word Count: 9,463

❤︎ Style: Fluff, Angst, Friendship, Romance

❤︎ About: It’s a complicated relationship. Sometimes Jisung and Y/N get along but a lot of the time they are butting heads with each other. Their friendship is tested when Felix reveals his new girlfriend to the group

❤︎ Warning: N/A

Y/N had been a steadfast companion to the Stray Kids since their early days, her bond with them rooted in her long-standing friendship with Bang Chan from childhood. Yet, her interactions with Han Ji-sung, commonly known as Han, were consistently stormy. They frequently clashed, their heated disputes sometimes growing so intense that the other members had to step in.

During one particularly heated exchange, Y/N and Han's voices rose in anger.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn, Han?" Y/N exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice.

Jisung retorted sharply, "Me? Stubborn? You're the one who never listens to reason!"

Their argument, which had begun over a minor issue, quickly escalated, their words echoing loudly in the room. The tension in the room grew as Y/N and Han faced each other, their voices brimming with emotion.

Y/N's voice tinged with annoyance, shot back, "It's not about being right or wrong, Han! It's about understanding each other's perspectives!"

Jisung was visibly agitated, responded, "But you never even try to see things from my side. You just assume you're always right!"

"I do try to understand you, Han! But you make it so difficult with your stubbornness!" Y/N argued, her voice laced with frustration.

His expression a mix of anger and exasperation, shot back, "And you think you're so easy to deal with? You're just as headstrong!"

Their voices rose higher, each trying to outdo the other, their words sharp and unyielding. It was clear that their argument was reaching a boiling point, with neither willing to back down or soften their stance. Chanbin and Bang Chan had to step in, fearing it might get physical.

"Enough!" Bang Chan shouted, pulling Y/N away. "This is getting out of hand. You both need to cool off."

Y/N, breathing heavily with anger, allowed herself to be led away. Despite her frustration, a part of her knew that Bang Chan was right. These fights with Jisung were draining, yet she couldn't help but get pulled into them time and time again.

As they walked down the hallway, Bang Chan suggested, "Let's go outside for some fresh air. It might help you calm down."

Y/N walked in silence, her mind a whirlwind of the fiery words exchanged with Jisung. Unbeknownst to her, Jisung's emotions were tangled in a complexity she hadn't perceived. He harbored a secret affection for Y/N, which intensified their every interaction. This was further complicated by what he perceived as Y/N's growing interest in Felix. Jisung felt torn, caught between his concealed feelings and Y/N's apparent unawareness.

As they strolled through the cool night, Y/N was accompanied by Bang Chan. Her thoughts were deeply immersed in her volatile relationship with Han.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You seem lost in thought," Bang Chan asked gently, noting her distant demeanor.

Y/N sighed, "I just don't get it, Chan. Why do Han and I always end up in these arguments? There's something... I can't quite put my finger on it."

Bang Chan listened intently as Y/N continued, her words laced with confusion and a hint of frustration.

"It's like, ever since we met, Han has always seemed to have something against me," Y/N vented, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I just don't understand why. What did I ever do to him?"

Bang Chan nodded thoughtfully, understanding the complexity of the situation. "I've noticed that too, Y/N. But maybe it's not about you doing something wrong. Sometimes people react strongly because they're dealing with their own emotions."

Y/N paused, considering his words. "You mean, Han might be acting this way because of something he's feeling?"

As they walked, the cool night air seemed to mirror the chill of the unsolved mystery that lay between Y/N and Jisung. The scene shifted to Jisung, who was in the midst of a heated conversation with Changbin. His frustration about his interactions with Y/N was evident in every word.

"I just don't get it, Changbin," Han exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "No matter what I do, it's like Y/N always finds a way to get under my skin!"

Changbin, leaning against a wall, listened intently, his expression one of understanding. "But have you ever thought about why that is, Jisung? Why she affects you so much?"

Jisung paused, a mix of annoyance and confusion crossing his face. "I wish I knew. It's like... I can't control it. Every time I'm around her, I just... react."

Changbin nodded slowly. "Sounds like there's more to this than just irritation, Han. Maybe it's worth figuring out what's really going on inside your head when it comes to Y/N."

Jisung looked away, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he hadn't fully acknowledged yet. Changbin's words had struck a chord, making Jisung question the real nature of his feelings towards Y/N. The next few days calmed down a bit but resulted in y/n and Jisung not talking or acknowledging each other. 

In the Stray Kids' apartment, the atmosphere was light, filled with laughter following a witty comment from Felix. Everyone was in stitches, except Jisung. He watched, a frown etched on his face, as Y/N blushed and giggled at Felix's antics. Felix, for his part, seemed charmed by Y/N's reactions, though it was clear he viewed her behavior as nothing more than friendly banter.

Y/N, still blissfully unaware of the dynamics at play, continued to dote on Felix, her actions only fueling Jisung's growing irritation. His annoyance soon manifested in a sarcastic imitation of Y/N's cutesy behavior.

"Look at me, I'm Y/N, always so adorable around Felix," Jisung jeered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Y/N, taken aback, snapped back, "What is your problem, Jisung?"

Jisung's patience was wearing thin, retorted, "My problem? It's your pathetic act around Felix. Grow up, Y/N. He doesn't see you as anything more than a friend."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Y/N's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Jisung, realizing the impact of his words, almost wavered but managed to maintain his defiant stance.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of hurt and humiliation. She glanced at Felix, who looked as shocked as the rest of the group, despite being aware of her feelings.

Without another word, Y/N brushed past Jisung, her exit swift. Hyunjin immediately followed, offering a supportive presence.

After Y/N's departure, the room remained tense. Changbin broke the silence, his voice stern. "Jisung, that was out of line. You can't just say things like that."

Jisung, crossing his arms, replied defensively, "I'm just telling the truth. Someone had to say it."

Jeongin shook his head and added, "There's a way to express your thoughts without being hurtful, Hyung. You crossed a line."

Jisung met Jeongin gaze but didn't respond. His expression was a mix of frustration and regret.

Seungmin spoke up, his tone measured. "We all know Y/N has feelings for Felix, but it's not our place to confront her about it. Especially not in such a harsh way."

Jisung looked away, his expression hardening. "I'm tired of watching her make a fool of herself. It's like she's living in a fantasy world."

BangChan, who had been silent, finally spoke. "Jisung, I get that you're frustrated, but you can't project your feelings onto Y/N. It's not fair to her, or to Felix."

Jisung sighed, the weight of the situation settling on him. "I know, Chan. I just... I don't know how else to deal with this."

Felix had been quietly observing, added softly, "Maybe you need to figure out why it bothers you so much, Jisung. It seems like there's more to this than just concern for Y/N."

Under his breath, Jisung muttered a barely audible confession, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. "I know why it bothers me so much," he said, his voice a mix of realization and frustration.

Without another word, Jisung turned and left the dorm room, needing space and fresh air to process his turbulent emotions.

Once he was gone, the room was left in a reflective silence. The remaining members exchanged knowing glances, each aware of the deeper reasons behind Han's behavior and Y/N's obliviousness.

Changbin broke the silence first, his voice laced with understanding. "They're both so stubborn. It's like they're reflections of each other in different ways."

Felix nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, it's like they're in this dance, but neither of them knows the steps. They keep stepping on each other's toes."

Seungmin chimed in, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "It's almost comical how similar they are. Both headstrong, both blind to what's right in front of them."

"They need to figure it out on their own, though. We can't force them to see what they're not ready to see." BangChan added.

"Maybe this clash is what they need to understand each other better. Sometimes it takes a storm to clear the air." Jeongin, spoke softly.

The group fell into a contemplative silence, each member pondering the complex dynamics between Jisung and Y/N. Their interactions had always been fiery and charged, but beneath the surface lay a depth of emotion and understanding yet to be explored. In the busy corridors of JYP Entertainment, the tension between Y/N and Jisung was palpable. Jisung, regretting his outburst from the previous night, had attempted several times to catch Y/N's attention, but she persistently avoided him, turning away each time he approached.

His frustration mounting, Jisung spotted Y/N walking down the same corridor, her focus on the choreography she was developing for a TWICE song. He called out to her, but she continued on, disregarding his attempt to communicate.

With an annoyed sigh, Jisung quickened his pace and caught up to Y/N, reaching out to gently but firmly grasp her arm, prompting her to face him.

"What do you want, Jisung?" Y/N snapped, her voice tinged with irritation. "Come to embarrass me again like last time?"

Jisung released her arm, his expression serious. "No, that's not why I'm here. Look, I know I was out of line the other day. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Y/N crossed her arms, her demeanor still defensive. "So, what? You're here to apologize? After making a scene in front of everyone?"

Jisung ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right words. "I am sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just... I get frustrated sometimes, and I don't handle it well."

Y/N's expression softened slightly, but she remained cautious. "Why do you even care, Jisung? It's not like my feelings matter to you."

Jisung looked at her, a hint of earnestness in his eyes. "They do matter to me. More than you realize. I just... I don't know how to show it properly."

Y/N was a bit taken aback by his admission, shifted uncomfortably. "I don't understand you, Jisung. One minute you're mocking me, the next you're here apologizing."

Jisung sighed, his frustration evident. "I know, I'm not good at this. I get tangled up in my own feelings and end up saying things I regret."

There was a brief silence as both contemplated their strained relationship.

"Maybe we both need to work on how we communicate," Y/N suggested tentatively.

Jisung nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe we do. I'll try to be better, Y/N. I don't want to keep fighting like this."

Y/N looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. "Okay, Jisung. Let's try to start over, maybe?"

Jisung offered a small, genuine smile. "Yeah, let's do that."

As they parted ways, the air between them felt a little less charged, a tentative step towards understanding. The unpredictable dynamics between Jisung and Y/N were well-known within the JYP family, to the point where idols and staff would often become apprehensive upon seeing them together, anticipating potential arguments.

After their dance practice, a couple of TWICE members approached Y/N, their expressions a mix of shock and relief after witnessing her recent corridor encounter with Han.

Mina was the first to speak. "Y/N, we saw you and Han in the corridor earlier. We were surprised it wasn't another one of your infamous arguments."

Dahyun, standing beside her, added with a hint of curiosity, "Yeah, it actually looked like you two were having a civil conversation. What's going on?"

Y/N shrugged, a bit self-conscious about the attention. "It was nothing major. We just cleared the air a bit, that's all."

Jihyo, who had joined the group, chimed in, "It's good to see you two not at each other's throats for once. We were starting to wonder if that was ever going to happen."

Y/N laughed lightly, trying to downplay the situation. "Well, don't get your hopes up too high. Knowing us, this peace might be short-lived."

Sana, who was always more optimistic, smiled. "Maybe this is a good sign, though. It's nice to see some progress between you two."

Y/N nodded, appreciating their concern. "Thanks, guys. We're trying, I guess. It's a bit complicated, but we're working on it."

The TWICE members exchanged glances, their expressions showing a mix of hope and skepticism.

Momo, joining in, added, "Just be careful, Y/N. We all know how heated things can get between you and Han."

Y/N assured them with a smile, "I will. Thanks for looking out for me."

despite the brief respite in their usual arguments, found herself at odds with Jisung yet again. This time, their disagreement was over something trivial, but it seemed to be just another episode in their ongoing series of clashes.

As Y/N sat in a meeting with a manager, discussing the choreography for Stray Kids' next comeback, her thoughts were intermittently drifting to her recent spat with Jisung. Suddenly, Jisung himself appeared in the doorway, his expression a blend of annoyance and impatience.

"Y/N, can you ever take anything seriously?" Jisung blurted out, his frustration evident.

Startled, Y/N turned to him, her own irritation rising. "What's that supposed to mean, Han?"

He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You know exactly what I mean. Every time we talk, you just brush everything off. It's like talking to a wall."

The manager, witnessing this exchange, tried to intervene. "Can we please focus on the choreography?"

But Y/N, now fully engaged in the argument, shot back at Han. "I don't brush everything off. Maybe if you weren't so confrontational all the time, we could actually have a decent conversation!"

Jisung scoffed. "Confrontational? Look who's talking! You're the one who's always so defensive."

The manager, realizing this was not a discussion that would end quickly, sighed deeply. "Maybe you two should sort this out elsewhere. We need to focus on the comeback."

Y/N, taking a deep breath, tried to regain her composure. "You're right. I'm sorry, this won't happen again."

Jisung, however, seemed to have one last thing to say. "Just think about what I said, Y/N. It's not always about winning an argument."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Y/N standing there, a mix of anger and confusion on her face. She turned back to the manager, her mind still partly on the argument.

"I'll get to work on the choreography," she said, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand.

As she began discussing the details of the choreography, Y/N's mind was still partially entangled with the remnants of her argument with Jisung. She tried to concentrate on the manager's suggestions, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Han's words.

The manager, noticing her distraction, said, "Y/N, this choreography is crucial for the comeback. We really need your best work here."

Y/N nodded, pulling herself together. "You're right, I'm sorry. Let's focus on the dance. I'm thinking of incorporating some dynamic elements to highlight the members' strengths."

The manager seemed pleased with her suggestion. "That sounds promising. We're counting on you to bring something fresh and exciting."

Y/N's rapid and dedicated approach to her choreography was apparent as she unveiled the dynamic routine she had crafted for Stray Kids' new main single. Her talent was undeniable, and it didn't go unnoticed, especially by Han, despite their recent argument.

Her presentation to the group was met with impressed reactions, including from Jisung, who watched her with a mix of admiration and a hint of something deeper. His thoughts briefly revisited their conversation about improving their relationship, despite the frequent head-butting.

Y/N, in her element, was guiding the group through the choreography with the help of backup dancers. When it came time for Jisung to learn his part, she approached him with a professional yet approachable demeanor. "Ji-sung, you're leading off the song. Mirror the dancer in the center," she instructed, reaching out to gently guide him into position.

At her touch, a subtle flush colored Jisung's cheeks. The contact, simple as it was, sparked a faint warmth in him, a reaction to the closeness they seldom shared. He followed her lead, stepping into the center.

"Pay attention to the timing here," Y/N said, demonstrating the key move. "Your part is vital for setting the tone."

Jisung, his earlier embarrassment fading into a quiet appreciation of the moment, nodded attentively. "Understood. I'll make sure it's precise."

As the rehearsal progressed, Y/N continued to demonstrate the choreography to each member in turn. After guiding Jisung, she moved on to BangChan and then to Changbin, maintaining her professionalism throughout.

When it was Felix's turn, Y/N's demeanor shifted slightly. She remained professional, but there was a hint of embarrassment lingering from Jisung's recent outburst. Felix, for his part, seemed unaffected and focused on the task at hand.

"Okay, Felix, your part comes right after Changbin's. Make sure to hit these beats clearly," Y/N instructed, demonstrating the steps.

Felix nodded, his attention fully on the dance. "Got it, Y/N. I'll make sure it's smooth."

As Y/N worked with Felix, Jisung watched from the sidelines. Despite his efforts to remain indifferent, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the way Y/N's attention was so fixed on Felix.

BangChan, noticing the shift in Jisung expression, leaned over to him. "Keep it together, Jisung. Focus on the dance," he whispered, his tone both warning and supportive.

Jisung took a deep breath, refocusing his attention on the rehearsal as a whole. "Yeah, I'm trying," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting away from Y/N and Felix.

The rehearsal continued, with each member getting individual attention and guidance from Y/N. Despite the undercurrents of personal dynamics, the group's professionalism shone through. They were all committed to making the comeback a success, and that shared goal helped to keep personal feelings and tensions at bay, at least for the duration of the practice. Jisung and Y/N's friendship had been through its fair share of ups and downs, but lately, it was as if they had found a new equilibrium. Their usual arguments and squabbles had become a rare occurrence, replaced instead by shared moments of laughter and understanding.

One lazy afternoon, as they lounged in the living room, BanChan noticed the change in their dynamics. He couldn't help but let out a comical sigh of relief, drawing the attention of the other members. They all turned to see what had amused BanChan so much and were greeted by the sight of Jisung and Y/N, sitting comfortably side by side, engrossed in a movie. The scene was so unexpectedly harmonious that it made the members chuckle in surprise.

As the movie played, the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with occasional laughter and comments about the plot. But peace was a fragile thing, especially with Jisung and Y/N. The tranquility was soon shattered by a debate over something as trivial as the last bag of crisps.

"Hey, that's mine!" Y/N exclaimed, reaching for the bag of crisps that Jisung had just picked up.

Jisung, with a playful glint in his eyes, pulled the bag away. "No way, I saw it first. Finders keepers!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, a familiar banter starting to brew. "Oh, come on, Jisung. You've already had two bags. Share a little, will you?"

Jisung pretended to ponder over it, tapping his chin theatrically. "Hmm, let me think... No."

The other members watched the scene unfold with amusement. This kind of bickering was typical of Jisung and Y/N, but it was different now. There was no real anger or frustration, just a playful back-and-forth that had become a cornerstone of their friendship.

"Seriously, Jisung, just give it here," Y/N said, making another grab for the bag.

In a swift move, Jisung stood up, holding the crisps high above his head. "If you want it, you'll have to catch me first!"

And with that, he dashed out of the room, Y/N hot on his heels. Their laughter echoed through the house as they ran, the sound of their footsteps mingling with their playful shouts.

The rest of the members exchanged glances, smiling at the familiar chaos. BanChan shook his head, still smiling. "Some things never change," he murmured, his eyes following the direction Jisung and Y/N had disappeared to.

Jisung and Y/N returned to the room, with Y/N triumphantly clutching the bag of crisps. They settled back down to continue watching the movie, their playful argument seemingly forgotten.

In the midst of their movie-watching, Felix suddenly stood up, drawing everyone's attention. "Guys, I've got something to tell you," he announced, a serious tone in his voice. "I've been keeping a secret, and I think it's time I shared it with you all."

Curiosity piqued, the Stray Kids members and Y/N bombarded Felix with questions. "What's up, Felix?" "Is everything okay?" "You're not leaving the group, are you?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Felix reassured them with a smile. "But it's something big. I'll tell you all tomorrow at our favorite cafe."

The next day, the group gathered at the cafe, a buzz of anticipation in the air. Felix arrived, a radiant smile on his face and a beautiful young woman by his side, their hands intertwined.

"This is Ji-Min, my girlfriend," Felix introduced her, beaming with happiness.

The group erupted in a chorus of surprised exclamations. "What? Since when?" "How did you guys meet?" "Felix, you sly dog!"

Y/N, however, felt her heart sink at the sight of their joined hands. She tried to mask her disappointment with a stoic expression, but her face betrayed her feelings. Noticing Y/N's reaction, Jisung glanced at her with a look of concern, remembering how she had always held a special place for Felix in her heart.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up. "I, uh, need to use the bathroom," she said quickly, her voice slightly shaky. But instead of heading to the restroom, she slipped out of the cafe.

Jisung watched her leave, concern etched on his face. After a couple of minutes, he casually checked his phone and excused himself. "Sorry guys, I just remembered I have something important to do."

He hurried out of the cafe, following the path he suspected Y/N had taken. His search led him to a nearby park, where he found her sitting alone on a bench, tears streaming down her face. Approaching her cautiously, Jisung sat down beside her, not saying a word, just offering his presence as a silent support.

As he sat there, Jisung felt a pang of guilt remembering the times he had teased and argued with Y/N, especially that incident in front of Felix. He wondered if his behaviour had added to her distress.

He waited patiently, giving Y/N the space to gather her thoughts. After a while, when her sobs subsided into quiet sniffles, he gently nudged her. "You know, you can talk to me, Y/N. I'm here for you."

Y/N's voice trembled as she confided in Han, her words laced with self-reproach. "I feel so stupid and foolish. Why did I ever think Felix would like me back?"

Jisung listened intently, understanding her pain more than she realized. He himself harbored hidden feelings for Y/N, but he knew this wasn't the moment to reveal them. Her heartache was too raw, too fresh.

"You're not stupid, Y/N," Han said softly. "Having feelings for someone is never foolish. It's human. And it's okay to feel hurt right now."

Y/N looked at him, surprised by his gentle tone. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" she asked, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the somber mood.

Jisung smiled gently and moved closer, offering her the comfort of his embrace. "Maybe I'm not such a bad guy after all," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Y/N leaned into his hug, finding solace in his warmth and support. For a moment, the world seemed a little less daunting, the pain a little less sharp. Jisung unexpected kindness was a balm to her broken heart, and in his embrace. In the days that followed, Y/N found herself grappling with a maelstrom of emotions. Being around Felix had become a challenge she wasn't ready to face. To give herself space to heal, she decided to take a break from hanging out with the group, a decision that didn't go unnoticed.

The members of Stray Kids felt the absence of her lively spirit keenly. "Hey, where's Y/N?" they'd ask during their gatherings, their concern growing with each passing day.

Jisung, aware of Y/N's struggle, stepped in with excuses. "Oh, Y/N? She's caught up with some personal stuff," or "She's just taking a little time for herself," he'd say, trying to sound casual. But his friends noticed the frequency of his excuses and the concern hidden in his eyes.

Felix, in particular, felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't help but wonder if his relationship with Ji-Min had inadvertently hurt Y/N. "Do you think she's avoiding us because of me and Ji-Min?" he asked Banchan one day, his voice tinged with worry.

Banchan, ever the voice of reason, reassured him. "Don't blame yourself, Felix. Y/N might just need some time to sort out her feelings. She's strong; she'll be back when she's ready."

Yet, even with Banchan's comforting words, a sense of unease lingered among the group. They all missed Y/N's presence, her laughter, and the energy she brought into their lives. Weeks had passed since Felix introduced his girlfriend Ji-Min to the group, and during this time, Y/N had gradually come to terms with her feelings, thanks largely to Jisung's support. Jisung, in a departure from his usual demeanor, had been surprisingly empathetic and understanding, offering Y/N the emotional support she needed.

The group dynamics were returning to normal, but with a notable difference: the constant bickering between Jisung and Y/N had subsided significantly. Instead, Jisung had become a comforting presence for Y/N, often making her laugh and smile rather than engaging in their typical fights.

This change did not go unnoticed by the others, including Felix. He was aware of Y/N's feelings for him and had thought she was moving on, understanding that he didn't share those feelings. Seeing Jisung stepping up as a supportive friend to Y/N brought a sense of relief to Felix.

Whenever Ji-Min was around, Jisung seemed to have a sixth sense for Y/N's emotions. He was always there with an arm around her, providing silent comfort. Y/N didn't have to say anything; Jisung could just tell when she needed that extra support. Slowly but surely, Y/N was healing and coming to terms with her feelings.

One evening, as they all relaxed together, Changbin remarked, "You know, it's kind of nice seeing Jisung and Y/N not at each other's throats for a change."

Seungmin added, "Yeah, he has been really good for Y/N. It's like he's always there exactly when she needs him."

Felix, who was part of the conversation, nodded. "I'm glad she's finding her way through this. It was tough knowing she had feelings for me, but seeing her now, it seems like she's getting better."

BangChan, always the voice of reason, said, "It's all part of growing up and handling feelings. We're all learning as we go."

Later on, Y/N approached Jisung and said in a soft voice, "Jisung, I can't thank you enough for being here for me. I don't think I could have gotten through these past few weeks without your support."

Jisung, looking slightly embarrassed but sincere, replied, "It's no big deal, Y/N. We look out for each other, right?"

Their interaction was a clear indication of how much their relationship had evolved. They had moved from constant conflict to a place of mutual support and understanding.

As the group dispersed for the evening, Y/N and Jisung shared a quiet moment of acknowledgment. "Thanks again, Jisung," Y/N said, a genuine smile on her face.

Jisung simply nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N."

As Jisung watched Y/N gradually return to her usual vibrant self, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Recently, he had accompanied her, along with Changbin, to a cafe to meet up with Wooyoung and Yeonjun. Observing Y/N laughing and interacting with the group, especially with Yeonjun's storytelling, brought an unexpected smile to his face and a warmth to his heart.

Yeonjun, always the entertainer, decided to share an embarrassing story involving himself and the other TXT members. "So, there we were, practicing our choreography," he began, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And I had this brilliant idea to add a dramatic jump at the end. Only, when I landed, my pants ripped right down the middle!"

Y/N burst into laughter, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to imagine the scene. "No way! What did you do?" she asked between giggles.

Yeonjun grinned, "I just froze. The rest of the guys were laughing so hard, they couldn't even finish the routine. I had to wrap a jacket around my waist for the rest of the practice!"

Wooyoung, chiming in with his charm, added, "That's why ATEEZ always double-check our outfits."

Y/N was laughing so hard by now that tears were forming in her eyes. "I wish I could've seen that!"

Changbin turned to Jisung, noticing the dreamy look in his eyes as he watched Y/N laugh. It was a look that would have annoyed Jisung if Y/N had shown it towards Felix. The irony of the situation amused Changbin. "Look at you, all dreamy-eyed and watching Y/N laugh. Who would've thought?" he teased softly.

Jisung, caught off guard, quickly retorted, trying to maintain his usual demeanor. "I'm just... you know, glad she's feeling better," he mumbled, his gaze still fixed on Y/N.

"Sure, Jisung, sure. It's good to see her happy, isn't it?" Changbin nudged him again, a knowing smile on his face.

"Yeah, it is," Jisung admitted, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still following Y/N's every move.

As the group continued to share stories and laughs, Jisung's attention remained subtly focused on Y/N. Her joy seemed to resonate with him, her laughter more contagious than usual.

Yeonjun, noticing the dynamic, shot a playful look at Jisung. "Seems like my stories are a hit, especially with Y/N."

Jisung, slightly embarrassed but in good spirits, replied, "Yeah, who knew you were such a comedian, Yeonjun."

After their fun outing at the cafe, the Stray Kids members found themselves hanging out in their usual spot, reminiscing and sharing jokes. Y/N, now more at ease, was actively participating, her laughter mingling with the others'.

During a lull in the conversation, Jisung, who had been observing Y/N's improved mood, casually remarked, "You know, it's good to have the old Y/N back. The one who laughs more than she frowns."

Y/N, catching Jisung comment, shot him a playful look. "Oh, so you do prefer me smiling? I thought you enjoyed our arguments, Jisung."

Jisung shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I can't deny a good argument is fun, but this is a nice change. Don't get used to it, though."

Changbin, who was lounging on a nearby chair, chimed in, "Yeah, don't let him fool you, Y/N. Han's been secretly enjoying the peace."

Hyunjin added with a laugh, "Secretly? It's been pretty obvious to all of us."

The group erupted in laughter, with Jisung feigning annoyance at being the center of attention. "Okay, okay, let's not focus on me. What about Felix? How are things going with Ji-Min?"

Felix, who had been listening to the banter, smiled softly. "Things are great, thanks for asking. She's really amazing."

Seungmin, ever the curious one, asked, "So, when do we get to hang out with her again? She seemed really cool."

"Yeah, she's looking forward to meeting you all again," Felix replied. "Maybe we can plan something soon."

As the conversation continued, the group started discussing plans for their next group outing. Ideas were thrown around, with everyone pitching in their suggestions.

Y/N, feeling much more like herself, suggested, "How about an amusement park? We haven't done that in a while, and it could be a lot of fun."

"That sounds like a great idea," Jeongin agreed enthusiastically. "I'm in!"

The group quickly warmed up to the idea, making plans and discussing potential dates. The energy was high, and everyone seemed excited about the outing.

As they wrapped up for the night, Jisung walked alongside Y/N, their conversation light and friendly. "So, the amusement park, huh? You planning to beat me at all the games again?" he teased.

Y/N laughed, her spirits visibly lifted. "Oh, you bet. Get ready to lose, Jisung."

Their friendly banter was a sign of how much things had changed between them. The group, observing their interaction, shared knowing smiles. It was clear that Jisung and Y/N had found a new way to relate to each other, one that was less about conflict and more about genuine friendship.

As they said their goodbyes, the group left feeling uplifted and closer than ever. On a day planned for fun at the theme park, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. However, the mood shifted slightly when Felix's girlfriend, Ji-Min, joined them. She arrived with a bright smile, which faltered momentarily when she noticed Y/N among the group. Her expression subtly changed to something more bittersweet, although she tried not to let it show.

Y/N, as ever, remained blissfully unaware of the subtle tension. She was too caught up in the excitement of the day to notice Ji-Min's reaction to her presence. However, Jisung, ever observant, caught the shift in Ji-Min's mood as her eyes locked onto Y/N. He also noticed Felix looking more drained than usual, and the mild distance between Felix and Ji-Min suggested they might have had a recent disagreement.

Sensing the potential for discomfort, Jisung subtly placed a protective arm around Y/N's shoulders. It was a quiet but clear message that he was there for her, a gesture that indicated she had been through enough already.

Changbin, who was watching the interaction, leaned towards Jisung and whispered, "Playing the guardian angel today, huh?"

Jisung glanced at Changbin, a serious look on his face. "Just making sure everyone has a good time, especially Y/N."

Felix, observing Han and Y/N, approached them. "Hey, I hope everything's cool. Ji-Min is just a bit... overwhelmed meeting everyone again."

Jisung nodded, understandingly. "No worries, Felix. We're all here to have fun, right?"

As they moved through the theme park, the group tried to keep the mood light. Y/N, oblivious to the underlying tensions, was her usual cheerful self, laughing and joking with everyone.

Seungmin, trying to ease the situation, suggested, "How about we start with the roller coaster? It's a surefire way to kick off the excitement."

The group agreed, and the mood gradually lifted as they immersed themselves in the thrill of the rides and the fun of the park.

The atmosphere at the theme park was vibrant and filled with excitement, particularly for Y/N, who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the day, especially in Han's company.

As they wandered around, trying different games, Jisung surprised Y/N by winning a large plushie for her. "I'm not really into big plushies," he said, handing it over to her, but his actions spoke louder than his words. The others, observing this, exchanged knowing looks and smirks.

Changbin couldn't resist commenting, "Oh, Han, sacrificing yourself by winning a plushie you don't like. How noble of you!"

Jisung just rolled his eyes, trying to brush off Changbin's teasing. "Someone had to win it, right?"

However, the mood was slightly overshadowed by Ji-Min's demeanor. She seemed out of sorts, particularly when Felix shared a joke and Y/N joined in the laughter. Ji-Min didn't laugh; instead, she gave Y/N a long, scrutinizing look, which didn't go unnoticed by Jisung.

Sensing Ji-Min's discomfort and wanting to offer Y/N some support, Jisung subtly took her hand. Y/N, slightly surprised by the gesture, blushed but didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to welcome the contact, her heart fluttering at the unexpected show of support.

The others, especially Jeongin and Hyunjin, watched the interaction with amusement. "Look at Han, acting all protective. He's like her knight in shining armor," Jeongin whispered.

Hyunjin chuckled. "Yeah, who knew Han had it in him?"

As the group continued their day at the park, enjoying the rides and games, the subtle dynamics between Y/N, Jisung, Ji-Min, and Felix added a layer of complexity to their interactions. Despite this, the overall mood remained upbeat.

At one point, as they took a break for snacks, BangChan observed aloud, "It's great to see everyone having such a good time today."

Y/N, holding the plushie close, replied with a smile, "Yeah, it's been amazing. Thanks, Han, for the plushie. It's really cute."

Jisung, trying to keep up his cool facade, just nodded. "No problem. Glad you like it."

As the day drew to a close, Felix decided to lighten the mood further. "How about we all go for ice cream? My treat!"

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement, and the group made their way to the nearest ice cream stand. The playful banter, laughter, and shared experiences of the day seemed to bring them closer together.

A few days later, Y/N entered the JYP assigned dance studio, where she and Felix were scheduled to work on a dance sequence together. As she stepped inside, she unexpectedly walked in on Felix and his girlfriend, Ji-Min, in the midst of a heated argument.

Y/N paused, uncertain whether to retreat or make her presence known. The couple seemed too engrossed in their dispute to notice her.

"You never consider my feelings, Felix!" Ji-Min was saying, her voice tinged with frustration. "It's always about the group, the music, your career! What about us?"

Felix, looking visibly upset, tried to reason with her. "Ji-Min, it's not like that. My career is demanding, yes, but that doesn't mean I care about you any less."

"But you're always busy! And when you're not, you're surrounded by them, especially her," Ji-Min shot back, her voice rising in pitch.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Y/N cleared her throat, signaling her presence. "Um, I can come back later if this isn't a good time..."

Ji-Min's head snapped towards Y/N, her eyes narrowing as she gave her a once-over. Without a word, Ji-Min brushed past Y/N, nudging her shoulder harshly as she stormed out of the studio.

Y/N, taken aback by Ji-Min's hostility, stood frozen for a moment. Felix looked distressed, his expression a mix of apology and embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm sorry you had to see that," Felix said, running a hand through his hair. "You don't need to leave. We can still practice."

Y/N, trying to offer some comfort, responded softly, "If you need a moment, Felix, it's okay. We can always reschedule."

Felix met Y/N's eyes, a look of gratitude in his. "Thanks, Y/N, but I think focusing on work might be good right now."

As they started their dance rehearsal, the tension slowly began to dissipate. Y/N focused on the dance steps, allowing Felix to immerse himself in the routine. The dance sequence provided a distraction from the earlier confrontation, creating a professional and supportive atmosphere.

Throughout the session, Y/N and Felix worked well together, their movements synchronized. The occasional small talk helped ease the initial awkwardness, and Felix seemed to appreciate the normalcy.

After wrapping up their rehearsal, Felix thanked Y/N for her understanding. "I really appreciate you being cool about all this, Y/N. It means a lot."

Y/N gave a reassuring smile. "No problem, Felix. We all have our days. Just know that I'm here if you ever need to talk."

As Y/N left the studio, she couldn't help but feel concerned for Felix. His relationship issues were clearly taking a toll on him. Ji-Min's and Felix's relationship troubles became more evident over time. Their frequent arguments and Ji-Min's increasing busyness led to Felix appearing mentally exhausted, a shadow of his usual vibrant self.

Y/N, aware of the situation, found herself in a challenging position as she and Felix were assigned a dance cover of the song "Trouble Maker" by Trouble Maker. The dance was known for its intimate choreography, which only added to the existing tension.

One day, while practicing in the studio, Y/N broached the subject with Felix. "Hey, Felix, you've seemed a bit off lately. Is everything okay?"

Felix sighed, taking a moment before responding. "It's just... things with Ji-Min. They're not great. She's been really busy, and when we do talk, it often ends in an argument."

Y/N nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that. And I know our dance routine might be adding to the stress, considering how... close the choreography is."

Felix rubbed the back of his neck, looking conflicted. "Yeah, about that. I'm worried Ji-Min won't take it well. She already doesn't like how much time I spend practicing and being with the group."

Trying to lighten the mood, Y/N offered a small smile. "Well, we're professionals, right? We'll just have to make sure our performance is top-notch. Maybe focusing on the technical aspects will help keep things less awkward?"

Felix managed a weak smile. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just focus on getting the steps down perfectly."

As they continued their practice, both tried to maintain a professional demeanor, focusing on perfecting their movements and timing. The dance was challenging, requiring a balance of precision and expression.

At one point, during a particularly close move, Felix paused. "I'm sorry if this is awkward, Y/N. I just want to make sure we get this right without... crossing any lines."

Y/N stepped back, giving him some space. "No worries, Felix. We're both here to do our best. Just lead the way, and I'll follow."

Their practice sessions continued over the next few days, marked by a mutual effort to keep things professional and focused. Despite the underlying tension, they managed to develop a routine that was both technically impressive and artistically expressive.

Throughout this period, the other members noticed the change in Felix. Changbin mentioned it one day after practice. "Felix, you've been looking really worn out. Everything okay with you and Ji-Min?"

Felix forced a smile. "Just going through a bit of a rough patch. It'll work out, hopefully."

The group offered Felix their support, understanding the personal challenges he was facing. In the midst of their own busy schedules, they made sure to check in on him, reinforcing the strong bonds of friendship and support within the group. The tension backstage at the performance was palpable, especially after Y/N and Felix's dance to "Trouble Maker." The routine had been executed flawlessly, earning roaring applause from the audience, but the reaction backstage was far from celebratory.

Ji-Min's anger was evident as she watched from the wings, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a death glare that sent a chill down the spines of those who noticed it. Jisung, who wasn't entirely comfortable with the dance given his history with Y/N, still understood it was purely professional.

"Did you see Ji-Min's face during their performance?" Seungmin whispered to Changbin and Jisung. "She looked like she was about to explode."

Jisung, his eyes narrowed, nodded slightly. "Yeah, I saw. Let's just hope she keeps her cool."

Y/N, unaware of Ji-Min's growing fury, left to change out of her performance attire. Felix, still backstage, received a warning from the boys.

"Felix, you might want to keep an eye on Ji-Min," Jeongin cautioned. "She didn't look happy with Y/N."

Before Felix could respond, Ji-Min slipped away, following Y/N. In the quiet corridor, she confronted Y/N, grabbing her and shoving her against the wall. Ji-Min's nails dug into Y/N's skin as she hissed, "Stay away from Felix. You're nothing but trouble."

Y/N, shocked and in pain, struggled against Ji-Min's grip, her fear evident.

At that moment, Jisung, Felix, and Changbin turned the corner, witnessing the altercation. Felix's expression darkened immediately. "Ji-Min, let her go!" he demanded, his voice filled with anger. "What is your problem with Y/N? I've had enough of how you've been treating her!"

While Felix and Ji-Min argued, Jisung quickly stepped in, pulling Y/N away from Ji-Min and into his arms. Y/N clung to him, her body shaking from the shock and fear.

Changbin tried to defuse the situation, stepping between Felix and Ji-Min. "Let's not make this worse. We need to calm down."

Felix, his voice firm and resolute, addressed Ji-Min. "We're done, Ji-Min. It's over. Leave me, my bandmates, and my friends alone."

Ji-Min, her face contorted with bitterness, spat back, "You'll regret this, Felix. You'll see."

As she stormed off, the tension in the corridor remained. Felix looked both relieved and distressed, his gaze lingering on Y/N, who was still in Han's embrace.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Felix said softly. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

Y/N, still shaken, managed a weak nod, her focus on regaining her composure. Jisung gently rubbed her back, offering silent support.

Following the unsettling incident with Ji-Min, Bangchan and Felix wasted no time in reporting the matter to JYP Entertainment. Ji-Min's actions were not only unprofessional but also harmful, and they needed to be addressed immediately.

In the office of JYP, Bangchan explained the situation with a serious tone. "We have an issue with Ji-Min. She physically attacked Y/N, and Felix witnessed the whole thing."

Felix, still visibly shaken, added, "She's been showing aggressive behavior for a while now, but this is the first time it got physical."

JYP, concerned and decisive, assured them, "We'll review the security footage right away. This kind of behavior is unacceptable."

The security footage clearly captured Ji-Min's aggressive behavior towards Y/N, leaving no room for doubt. The revelation led to swift action from JYP Entertainment. Ji-Min was immediately cut from the company and blacklisted from all entertainment agencies.

Further investigations into Ji-Min's background revealed startling information. She had been an obsessed fan of Stray Kids since their debut and had always harbored a fixation on Felix. Additionally, it came to light that she had been cheating on Felix with another idol, who was unaware of her relationship with Felix.

The news sent shockwaves through the group. Felix was deeply affected by the revelations, feeling betrayed and misled.

In the privacy of their dorm, the members gathered around Felix, offering their support. Minho spoke first, "Felix, we're here for you, man. You're not alone in this."

Felix, his emotions raw, replied, "I just can't believe she was deceiving me all this time. And to think she hurt Y/N..."

Y/N, who was also present, reassured Felix, "It's not your fault, Felix. You couldn't have known."

"We'll all keep an eye out for each other. That's what we do." Jisung added.

The group spent the evening sharing their thoughts and comforting Felix. There was a sense of solidarity among them, a determination to look out for one another.

As the days passed, Jisung continued to be a steady presence for both Felix and Y/N. His protective nature, which had once been a source of conflict with Y/N, had become something she had grown to appreciate and rely on. Y/N and Felix, having experienced a tumultuous period filled with emotional ups and downs, were gradually finding their way back to normalcy. The ordeal with Ji-Min had affected them both deeply, but it also brought them closer in an unexpected way. Y/N's unrequited feelings for Felix and the hurt they both suffered due to Ji-Min's actions led to a new understanding and mutual support between them.

Over time, Felix began to find joy in his life again, his smile returning more frequently. Y/N, too, was healing, her laughter becoming a regular sound once more. They had become each other's support system, providing comfort and a listening ear whenever needed.

Y/N had accepted that her relationship with Felix would remain platonic. However, Felix felt the need to address the elephant in the room – Y/N's past feelings for him. One day, he decided to talk to her privately in the living room's corner, away from the prying eyes and ears of their bandmates.

"Y/N, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Felix began, his voice gentle.

Y/N looked at him, her expression open and understanding. "What's up, Felix?"

"It's about... well, how you felt about me before," Felix said carefully. "I want you to know that I really value our friendship. I've always cared about you a lot, just not in the way you might have hoped."

Y/N nodded, her face calm. "I understand, Felix. And I want you to know that I'm okay with it. Our friendship means everything to me, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Felix looked relieved. "I'm really glad to hear that. I was worried it might be awkward between us."

Y/N smiled reassuringly. "No, not at all. We've been through a lot, and it's only made our friendship stronger."

Felix extended his arms for a hug, a gesture of friendship and gratitude. Y/N accepted the hug warmly, a sign of their solid and enduring friendship.

As they pulled away, Felix smiled. "Thanks for being so understanding, Y/N. You're an amazing friend."

Y/N returned the smile. "Anytime, Felix. And thank you for being there for me too."

Unbeknownst to them, Jisung, who sat on the other end of the room, caught a glimpse of their embrace and overheard snippets of their conversation. Misinterpreting the situation, a wave of emotions surged through him. His mind raced with thoughts, mistakenly believing that there might be something more between Y/N and Felix.

A mix of disappointment and self-reproach washed over Jisung. "How could I be so naive to think Y/N might have feelings for me?" he thought to himself, feeling a pang of foolishness.

In a sudden, impulsive move, Jisung stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. The sudden noise caught everyone's attention, turning their heads in his direction.

BangChan, concerned by Han's unexpected reaction, called out to him. "Hey, Jisung, where are you going?"

But Jisung didn't respond. He quickly exited the room, his footsteps echoing his turmoil. He needed space to process his feelings, to understand the whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold of him.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Felix and Y/N broke away from their hug, unaware of the misunderstanding they had inadvertently caused. They rejoined the group, their faces reflecting the ease of their resolved conversation.

Y/N, noticing the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere, asked, "Did something happen? Where did Jisung go?"

BangChan, still looking towards the door Jisung had exited through, replied with a hint of concern, "I'm not sure. He just stormed out. Maybe something's bothering him."

The group exchanged puzzled looks, the mood shifting from comfort to concern. They all knew Jisung as someone who rarely let his emotions get the better of him in such a visible way.

Felix, feeling a sense of responsibility, suggested, "Maybe someone should check on him."

Y/N, still puzzled and worried, nodded in agreement. "I'll go see if he's okay."

Y/N hurried after Jisung, her concern growing with each step. "Jisung, wait up!" she called out, her voice echoing down the hallway.

Jisung finally slowed down, his shoulders tense, his body language betraying a turmoil of emotions. When Y/N caught up to him, he turned around abruptly, his expression a mix of frustration and hurt.

"I just don't get it, Y/N," he started, his voice shaking slightly. "I've always been there for you, through everything. And then... then I see you going back to Felix, who just sees you as a friend."

Y/N listened, her heart sinking as she realized the depth of Jisung misunderstanding.

Jisung’s words tumbled out in a rush, revealing more than he probably intended. "I was so stupid to think I'd ever have a chance with you. How could I not see that it was never going to be me? And how could you not see how I feel about you?"

Y/N, taken aback by the intensity of his confession, didn't know how to respond. Jisung feelings, laid bare in such a raw manner, were both surprising and revealing.

In a moment driven by a mixture of impulse and emotion, Y/N reached out, pulling Jisung into a deep, passionate kiss. The action was spontaneous, a response to the pent-up feelings and the tension of the moment. Jisung, stunned at first, quickly responded to the kiss, his arms wrapping around Y/N, pulling her close. The initial shock gave way to a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together, leaving no space in between.

As they continued to kiss, lost in the moment, they were unaware of their audience. The rest of the band, having followed Y/N out of concern for Jisung, had silently witnessed the scene unfolding.

The boys exchanged looks of surprise and relief. "Finally," Seungmin whispered, a smile on his face.

Felix, observing the scene with a sense of pride and happiness, murmured, "Looks like they finally figured it out."

The moment between Jisung and Y/N marked a significant shift in their relationship. From frenemies to friends, and now, in this unexpected turn of events, they had crossed into new territory, exploring their feelings for each other beyond friendship.

As Jisung and Y/N eventually broke away from their kiss, they looked into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. They didn't need words to express what had just happened; the kiss had said it all.

The rest of the band quietly retreated, giving Jisung and Y/N the space they needed. They knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for the two, a journey from a tumultuous past to a hopeful future.

Jisung and Y/N, still in each other's arms, took a moment to process the intensity of their emotions. What had started as a moment of frustration and confession had blossomed into something more, something neither of them had anticipated but both were ready to explore.

The journey ahead for Jisung and Y/N was uncertain, but one thing was clear – they were willing to take the chance and see where their newfound understanding and feelings would lead them.

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I know this might be out of the blue (and this somehow turned into a ask Algid blog ) but this is a question for Yamcha

What do YOU like about Frieza or what draw you towards him

(Since ya know he’s a villain)

Hey, it's me. Told Frieza to look away until I post this, haha. He gave me the computer and just said 'go nuts,' so that's a good sign? I'll put it under a cut, cause I'm probably gonna go long, and there's a good chance I'll get a little sentimental. I know he's not into that stuff, so I don't wanna clog up his blog with it.

I haven't gotten the chance to talk about this, really, since the guys don't approve of us 'being together' and all--for obvious reasons--so, I guess first I gotta thank you for asking! It means a lot that you'd think about that, or be worried about that, or whatever. Because, yeah, he is a villain, and it's a pretty big deal.

I know he's a really bad person, basically as bad as it gets (he's kind of like if you put a bunch of real estate scumbags in a blender and then poured the result into a really sexy cup, and then that sexy cup had anger issues??), but there's a lot there that I think maybe nobody's ever seen before, or cared to look for, or maybe he's just never wanted to show to anybody...

For one, I just think he's really cute! Like, not even in a sex way. He's just cute. He does this thing with his face when he's thinking really hard where he'll scrunch up his nose and totally zone out. I don't think he notices it, but he does a lot of stuff with his tail, too. It's pretty easy to tell how he's feeling once you get used to reading him, and if he's in a good mood it, like, wiggles? Not wagging, not like a dog or anything, but almost like one of those wacky inflatable tube dudes. And I know this isn't really a "good" thing, but when he's frustrated with something, he stews about it, and crosses his arms and stomps around for a while, and he'll go on these little tirades about stuff that doesn't matter, and it's adorable how into it he gets. He's pretty easy to tease.

And he's really smart. Genuinely totally on the ball. Not the kind of guy you'd come to to vent or something, but if you give him a problem he'll hand you a solution in, like, ten seconds.

I'm always discovering new things about him, too, like these skills or hobbies he has that he doesn't even think are worth mentioning... he's killer at the violin, and he's a really good singer, and he likes to do all these little creative projects when people aren't looking. I think whatever he sets his mind to he just does, and I like that in a person. It's part of why I got with Bulma all those years back--she was really headstrong, just like he is. I'm into the type who knows what they want and who they are and stays honest about that.

Frieza's a lot less dramatic about it than she was, though. He'll do something, and he won't like, get all up in your face and start wagging a finger about it. He just does it, and then tells you it's done if you notice, because he's pretty used to being solitary, so he's not a needy kind of guy. As long as you give him what he wants, you're basically golden.

He's really up front about it, too. Who he is, I mean. He's never pulled any punches with me, or lied, or given me the runaround. He sat me down and said look, Yamcha, this is what my deal is, and this is what I'm looking for, and if you're interested we can make arrangements. I like that I know what I'm getting into, y'know? Like, yeah, it's a little disappointing that he's not into the idea of marriage, but we haven't been dating long, and there's always time down the line if we wind up staying together. What I'm really surprised about, though, is that even if we didn't, I think I'd still wanna be friends? Which isn't the kind of thing you'd normally think about with Frieza. I know Vegeta would flip his lid if he heard me say that.

There's a ton more I could talk about, but I don't want to wind up writing a novel, so I'll just end it on this:

He's a bad person, yeah, and there's stuff I've gotta talk with him about if we wind up making this a permanent thing, but a lot of my friends started out as bad people, including me. I can say for a fact, though, that he's got a heart in there somewhere, even if nobody else thinks that's true. I've seen these little glimpses of it, and it makes me really happy, and I wanna keep seeing it. That make sense?

I hope so.

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