#but also the dynamics of semi-established relationship

[kiss-me-cill-me]

hello! 🤍 i love your writing, you’re very talented <3 if you are up to the idea, i’d like to request a professor!jonathan crane x student!reader fic 🫶🏻 maybe fluff that leads to smut? thank u ily

Hello, anon! You're my very first request ever; this is so exciting! First of all, thank you for being so nice ❤️ And second, I will certainly give it my best shot! I will say that I struggle to write a fluffy Crane, so this might not be exactly what you pictured but I did try to make him a little less... diabolical than I usually would haha. But either way, I hope you enjoy!

Stimulus Response Theory

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Your professor's lesson on classical conditioning leaves you feeling flustered and frustrated, and Crane knows there's only one way to relieve the tension.

Warnings: Smut, slight exhibitionism, power play dynamics, teasing, tickling, manipulation, semi-public sex, established student/teacher relationship

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

“Stimulus. Response. Theory.”

Dr. Crane’s words echoed through the lecture hall, and dozens of students bent to scribble in their notebooks or tap at their keyboards. You, on the other hand, sat in a chair at the front of the room, harsh light blaring into your eyes from the projector as you faced the rows of crowded seats. Crane stood beside you, and brandished something from his breast pocket.

“A very basic concept,” your professor continued. “Wherein there is a stimulus-”

He held up his hand, and you took note of the fluffy, red feather that was firmly pinched between his fingers.

“That, when presented to the subject-”

Crane brought his hand and the feather close to your face, tickling you just at the tip of your nose. You jumped and pulled away, letting out a small, strangled noise. Dr. Crane smiled, but made sure his expression was neutral before turning back to the rest of the class.

“Results in a response,” Crane finished.

He stepped behind you, and you felt your stomach drop, just a fraction of an inch. Not being able to see him made you nervous, but in a pleasant way that had you crossing your legs more than anything else. You shifted a little in the hard plastic seat.

“Stimulus response can explain many basic behaviors,” Crane lectured. “But it is also the basis for what Ivan Pavlov termed ‘classical conditioning’ - through which, a subject can be trained to elicit a response that is normally associated with one stimulus, in response to a second, unrelated trigger.”

A few of the students in the front rows nodded their heads. Everyone had heard of Pavlov, of course; he and his dogs were covered in every Intro to Psych class at every college everywhere. Gotham University was no different, and so most people in Dr. Crane’s class were familiar with the concept. Still, it never hurt to go over the fundamentals before diving into the deeper lesson. At least, that was the excuse Crane had used when he called you up to the front of the room, asking you to help demonstrate something to the class.

Crane stepped back into your field of view, and you looked obediently up at him. Just the sight of him was enough to make your heart pump a little bit faster. Unbeknownst to the rest of the students in the lecture, you had been sleeping with your professor since almost the beginning of the semester. Things had started out innocently enough; you had visited his office hours a few times, asking for help with a lesson at first. Then, quickly, you fell into the habit of stopping by even if you didn’t have a question. And finally, of course, you’d ended up with your lips pressed desperately against his and your shirt thrown carelessly into the corner of the room. Things had only continued from there.

“Classical conditioning is most effective when the response being elicited is one of natural reflex,” Crane explained to the class. “For Pavlov, this was dogs salivating at the sight and smell of their food. For our subject here-” he motioned to you, “brushing this feather against her skin causes her to reflexively flinch.”

He demonstrated again by trailing the red feather along your wrist, which did indeed cause you to jerk back your arm. A few snickers leaked out of the faceless crowd of students.

“Now, when the naturally evocative stimulus is repeatedly paired with a second stimulus, such as the sound of a bell, Pavlov discovered that the response could be ‘transferred’ to that secondary stimulus. So that, eventually, the sound of the bell alone will elicit the same response - even in the absence of the original stimulus. For example…”

Crane tapped the small metal desk bell sitting on the table beside you. The bell rang, and Crane swiftly raked the feather over your arm, making you jump again.

“Now we’ve paired our two stimuli, and as we continue to solidify the link between them in the mind of the subject-”

He rang the bell and tickled you again, this time brushing the feather over your bare leg. You deeply regretted wearing cut-offs. The touch of the feather made you flinch, but, at the same time, you also started to feel a sharp jolt coursing through your core.

“Eventually, the sound of the bell alone will make her react.”

Crane continued lecturing, telling the class about Pavlov’s dogs and other famous examples of conditioning. At somewhat random intervals, he would stop whatever he was doing to ring the bell and brush the feather over various parts of your body. It seemed like he drifted over every inch of your exposed skin; anywhere he could reach. When he dragged it across your jaw, you nearly had to bite your tongue to stop from letting out a gasp. You were starting to enjoy this a bit too much, and realized to your shock that you were getting wet. You shifted in your seat again, hoping that no one else noticed what was happening to you.

“Using these concepts,” Crane said. “Virtually any stimulus can be paired with any other to create a learned response.”

The little bell rang again, and your whole body tensed, jerking in anticipation of the feather even as arousal pooled between your legs. Your face turned hot as the class laughed. Crane hadn’t even touched you.

“As you can see, if the initial relationship between stimulus and reaction is ingrained deeply enough, it doesn’t take very long at all to transfer to the second stimulus.” Crane smiled. 

He was looking down at you, his expression mild. The red feather was tucked away, safely, in his pocket.

“Thank you,” Dr. Crane said, nodding. “You can go back to your seat.”

You got up, feeling a bit shaky on your legs, and made your way back to your desk in the front row. Almost as soon as you’d taken your seat, Crane rang the bell again, making you flinch even though you were now halfway across the room. Even worse, you felt yourself clench desperately at the sound. A few snickers came from the students around you, who sat close enough to see you jump. You watched as Crane’s eyes flicked briefly to your knees, which you were pressing together in a feeble attempt to try and control your reaction. He quickly composed himself, straightening up a little as he changed slides on the projector.

“Now,” he said, returning to his usual place behind the podium that stood next to the table. “Let’s talk about John Watson and his contributions to the theory.”

You tried to focus on taking notes, but couldn’t help the way your eyes drifted again and again to the silver bell, still perched just on the edge of Crane’s reach.

After class, as the other students went about packing up and heading to their next lecture, you shoved your books in your bag and hurried to catch Dr. Crane before he left the room.

“Professor?” you said, timidly. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Crane glanced briefly at his watch, then looked up at you with a smile. He stood just in front of the table, the torturous silver bell to his left.

“Of course,” he answered. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, waiting for the last few people in the room to hurry on their way. There was a lump in your throat, and you swallowed against it, trying to press it down. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. Crane had seen you in much more intimate positions than this. But, something about him taunting you in front of a lecture hall full of other people had you feeling bothered, and in more ways than one. He had probably meant it to be harmless. Of course he liked you; it only made sense for him to pick you as his “volunteer” for a simple demonstration like this. He couldn’t have known the effect it would have on you, surely.

“I… um,” you tried to start. 

The two of you were alone now, and you should have been able to spit it out. Still, for some reason your tongue was like dry cotton in your mouth. Your eyes drifted again to the bell, sitting within arm’s reach.

“I’m sorry, but… could you not ask me to volunteer for any more… things like that?” you muttered.

Crane seemed to consider your body language. He noticed the way you refused to look him in the eye, instead focusing on the shiny desk bell. You wrung your hands together, and shifted your weight from hip to hip.

“Is something the matter?” Dr. Crane asked.

“It’s just… it makes me a little uncomfortable,” you explained.

Crane stood close beside you, and reached out to touch the side of your wrist. His fingers were gentle; feather-light. But that only served to make things worse, and you felt yourself start to come dangerously close to unraveling again. If Crane noticed the way you subtly clenched your legs together, he didn’t say anything about it. 

“I’m sorry,” he told you instead. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay!” you blurted out. Suddenly, you were worried you had offended him. “It’s my fault, really. I just…”

His fingers took hold of your wrist a bit more tightly, and he brought your hand up to circle his waist. You leaned into the hug, feeling at once both secure and yet unrestrained with desire as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You caught a whiff of his cologne, slightly spicy with a hint of smoke. The smell only pulled you that much deeper into your internal battle.

“Just what?” Crane prompted.

“I just… don’t want to get turned on like that in class,” you whispered, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. “It’s bad enough having to listen to you; trying to pay attention when all I can think about is-”

Crane hooked a finger under your chin, pulling back from the hug a bit to make you look up at him. There was a sheen in his eyes that made you nervous, but also caused the heat in your stomach to grow.

“Turned on?” Crane echoed. “Why would you be turned on by what I did?”

The smile at the corners of his mouth told you that Crane knew the answer to his own question. Maybe he wasn’t as innocent in this as you had wanted to think.

“I think it’s just, um… you touching me like that…”

“Oh. Like this?”

Crane pulled the devious red feather back out of his breast pocket. Holding it up to the column of your neck, he dragged it slowly down toward your collarbone.

“Ah!” This time, you couldn’t stifle your gasp. Even though the lecture hall was empty, you still felt a rush of shame and embarrassment. You and Crane had had sex a few times in his office, but always with the door safely locked. Here, everything felt too public. Too exposed. Crane let the feather fall, red plume drifting to the floor.

“Professor…” 

“Hm. I wonder…” Crane mused. 

He reached behind himself to press down on the little bell, still sitting innocently on his desk. At the sound of the ring, you faltered and sank a little closer to him. The mumbled cry that fell from your lips was very unconvincingly muffled.

“Mm.” Crane smiled down at you. “You know, that’s the problem with classical conditioning. It’s just so hard to control all the variables. Sometimes the response is transferred to a secondary stimulus that was never intended, like the sight of the lab assistant who brings the dog’s food instead of the sound of the bell. And sometimes…” He rang the bell again, and you clenched, walls fluttering pathetically around nothing.

“Additional implicit reactions are accidentally transferred,” he finished.

You were feeling dizzy. Barely paying any attention to Crane’s impromptu lesson, all you could focus on was the buzzing heat between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Crane smirked. He brought his face close to yours, nose trailing over the curve of your jaw as he whispered to you. “I didn’t know a little teasing would turn you into such a mess.” 

His voice was sweet, even as his words dug into you. He kissed along your jaw, and you felt yourself slump against him. Crane supported your weight effortlessly, shifting his body to lean back against the table so that he could feel you press into him fully. You let out a whimper as he kissed you again, this time pressing his lips to the very corner of your mouth.

“Poor thing,” Crane mused. “Here - let me help you.”

His hands moved down to the backs of your thighs, and before you could say a word he had spun you around and lifted you up on top of the desk. He kissed you, fully on the lips this time, and started to trail his soft fingers up and down your legs. His faint touch against your bare skin was driving you crazy. Usually, he was much more direct - taking what he wanted and not wasting time on too much foreplay. This was different, and all of it was making your head spin. When one of his hands reached the hem at the leg of your shorts, you took in a sharp breath of air.

“W-what are you-?”

“What do you think I'm doing?” he teased. “You said you were turned on, darling. I'm just taking care of that little problem for you.”

His fingers pushed under the hem of your shorts, resting on the top of your thigh. The tight fabric forced him to press into your flesh; pads of his fingers making you squirm under the more intense pressure. You hummed, clenching the edge of the desk.

“Look at you - falling apart when I've barely even touched you,” rasped Crane. “At least, not anywhere that usually makes you this desperate.”

His other hand snaked up to roam under your shirt, drifting over the side of your waist. Your breath hitched.

“I do seem to remember you liked it one time when I touched you here,” he laughed, dark voice sinking into your skin.

His mouth was at your neck, and the hum of his words felt like butterflies. Your whole body shivered, and Crane pressed a burning kiss to your collarbone.

“Mmm, I know you asked me not to volunteer you for any more demonstrations,” Crane said. “But I think if doing it makes you this needy, I might not be able to resist.”

He kissed your neck again, this time biting down softly. You let out a moan as you felt his teeth press into your skin.

“Besides, you wouldn't say no to your professor, right? If he asked you to do something?”

“O-of course not,” you replied. Dr. Crane liked when you were obedient.

“Good. Then I need you to do something for me right now.”

Crane pulled back to look into your eyes. His soft smile made your heart flip in your chest. His lips were red from kissing you, and as he opened them to speak, his deep voice sounded like honey.

“Take off your shorts, and bend over.”

The lump that had been in your throat earlier sank down into your stomach, and then even lower. Crane was still looking back at you, teasing eyes clear and bright behind his glasses. 

“I don't know…” you hesitated. “Here?”

Crane reached over to tap the little silver bell, and the ring sent a pulse straight into your core. It was humiliating how fast he had wrapped you around his finger, without even trying to.

“Don't worry; it'll wear off eventually,” Crane said. “Probably. Permanent conditioning takes much more reinforcement. But for now…”

He rang the bell again, and you jumped. The ache was becoming unbearable, and you knew you couldn't hold out for much longer.

“For now, I'm going to have some fun,” Crane taunted. “Now take off your shorts, darling.”

This time, you hurried to do as he said. You shuffled out of the denim shorts, standing up to let them fall to the floor. As he had ordered earlier, you turned away from him, and bent over the table.

Crane's hands drifted over your hips, coming down to grab at your panties.

“I'm sorry; I should have been more clear.”

Suddenly, he yanked them down, quickly exposing you to the chill of the air.

“I wanted these off, too,” he clarified.

Naked from the waist down, you had a brief moment to consider the situation you now found yourself in. You were facing away from the door, fully on display for him and anyone else who might happen to walk into the classroom. Your professor didn't seem to be too bothered by the idea, as his hand grabbed your ass and pushed your legs open just a bit wider, getting a better view. But then again, maybe he wasn't thinking too clearly right now either. He pushed up your shirt, bunching the fabric so that your back was exposed. You considered asking him to stop so that you could move things to his office, where at least you could lock the door for a little privacy. But any objections you had were forgotten at the rough sound of Crane’s pants zipper. 

You felt him press up against your entrance, gently parting your folds as he dragged the head of his hard cock up and down.

“You really are turned on,” Crane marveled. “And all over a little feather…”

As he spoke, you felt the soft plumes of the feather moving gently over your spine. You tensed again. Crane must have picked it back up when your back was turned, and now he was teasing you, slowly, swirling the feather over the swell of your ass.

“S-stop!” you begged, jerking away from the sensation.

“Do you really want me to?” Crane whispered. “Or are you just embarrassed at how wet I'm making you?”

He lazily trailed the feather over your leg, teasing you with the very tip of the soft red bristles. His cock was still on the verge of penetrating you, and you felt him twitch as your body reacted, bucking against the touch of the feather.

“N-no,” you stammered. “Don't stop.”

“That's what I thought,” Crane smirked. 

He started pressing into you, and the feeling was exactly what you needed. All of his teasing had driven you almost to the edge, and as soon as he was inside of you, you felt yourself inching dangerously closer.

“I should tease you like this more often.” Crane was pulling out of you again, only to slam his hips back into you, making your whole body bounce on the table. “If I'd known I could make you this wet, and this desperate, I would have moved the conditioning lesson up a few weeks.”

He laughed, and you felt yourself melting around him. The drag of his cock was so good as he pulled out, and the snap of his hips made you see stars as he pushed in. When Crane brought the puff of the feather up to trail over the back of your arm, you clenched violently, and he moaned.

The sound seemed to echo in the huge, empty room. Crane stayed still for a moment, buried so deep inside of you that it hurt. Then, he started moving again, this time at a faster pace.

“S-slow down,” you begged.

“Why? So you can beg me to stop teasing you again?” Crane taunted. “You can't have it both ways, sweetheart - try to make up your mind.”

You couldn't, of course. With the way he was pounding into you, the only available space in your brain was completely devoted to him - his perfect, veiny cock, and how it was stretching you out, mercilessly. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, clawing at the smooth faux-wood finish.

“Ah!”

You yelped as Crane rang the bell again, not taking even a small break from thrusting, and for what must have been the dozenth time, you clenched around him.

Between the bell and the feather, your head was spinning. Dimly, you felt certain that Crane had abandoned all actual application of Stimulus Response Theory long ago. He was recklessly using whatever tools there were at his disposal; working you up and making sure that all the wires in your brain were thoroughly and completely crossed. You didn't care though. Whatever made you fall apart for him was fine with you.

“M’so close,” you slurred, fingers curling into the desk.

Crane brought the feather down to the curve of your waist, tracing over the spot that drove you crazy. Just like he had recalled earlier, it made you go nearly feral with lust. That was all you needed to tip over the edge that had been taunting you for so long. As you fluttered all around him, Crane followed right after you.

“Oh my god!” you cried, not caring anymore that you were still in the classroom.

Crane's shallow moans and grunts behind you were enough to make you squeeze him again, milking his cock as it emptied into you.

“Oh my god,” you repeated, a little quieter now as the reality of what you had just done sank in.

“I’ll say. That was… intense,” Crane laughed.

He pulled out of you, and you felt his seed drip down the inside of your thigh. You saw him scrambling for something to help you clean up with as you turned around, still needing to lean against the table for support.

“Here.”

He offered you a clump of napkins, scavenged from somewhere deep inside the speaker’s podium. You stuffed them quickly between your legs, trying to wipe up the sticky trails of cum that had already started to snake down. After you'd cleaned up a bit, Dr. Crane leaned forward to kiss you.

His lips still had a hint of the hunger that had passed between you. The feel of them pressed against yours, faint trace of saliva reminding you of the barely-faded passion, made you woozy all over again. He had to hold you to stop you from sinking down onto the table.

“I'd say that was rather stimulating, wouldn't you?” Crane joked.

You felt your face heat up, and he brought his thumb softly to trail across the edge of your jaw. Inside, you could still feel the proof of his lust leaking slowly out of you, and the tickling sensation made you flinch.

“I think… I liked that a little too much,” you admitted.

Your professor smiled down at you, taking in your shy face before bringing his lips close to yours for another, sinful kiss. You felt him smile against you as he whispered.

“I think you did, too.”

Deviously, Crane reached behind you to ring the little silver bell.

This fic now has a Part 2 HERE!

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #jonathan crane #LemmyFics

[roturo]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him. 

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.” 

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this. 

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn. 

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;( 

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?”  Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck. 

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt. 

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.

#gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #nanami kento smut #yuta okkotsu smut #megumi fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #megumi fushiguro #yuta okkotsu #megumi smut

[wheneclipsefalls]

Obsessed with your writing! Especially the sully brothers x reader relationship!! If you're taking requests, I would love to see possibly something along the lines of lo'ak being slightly more jealous and possessive even when it comes to his brother, so maybe reader x neteyam are being very fluff and cute alone and it starts to get hot and heavy, and even though they know lo'ak would be jealous Neteyam just can't help himself 😩 just as neteyam and reader are finished and cleaning up lo'ak catches them and gets soo pouty and jealous and reader is soo apologetic and makes it up to him with his own special alone time asgdgdhdhfjfkf 👀🙏🏻

Masterlist AO3

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo'ak (22)

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, aged up characters, established relationship, polyamory, dom Lo'ak, dom Neteyam, squirting, sub reader, power imbalance, jealousy, sibling rivalry, dirty talk, semi public sex.

A/N: Thank you to the anon that requested this! I had a lot of fun exploring a softer side to these three's dynamic. Also, thanks for being so patient <3

“You’re going to hurt your eyes staring at the sun like that, baby girl.” Neteyam warns you. Still, your gaze is locked to the horizon. The water is calm and clear, only the occasional canoe or ilu and rider surfacing. Nothing showing the shape of what you truly desire to see. 

“Yawne.” Neteyam tries again, finally breaking your focus away from the pulsing water. Looking up from your place in the sand, it’s easy to see the fond amusement in Neteyam’s golden eyes. “He won’t be back until tomorrow.” 

You huff and turn away from him. 

“I know that.” Your efforts to remain nonchalant are unsuccessful with the eldest brother. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest before you feel his shadow encapsulating your form. He leans directly over your sitting form till his playful eyes meet yours directly, blocking the view of the ocean. Neteyam’s tight braids dangle and sway upside down with the ocean breeze carrying them along. 

“Then why do you keep looking for boats?” A hairless eyebrow raises back at you and it becomes hard to hide your pout. 

It seems that your attempts at spotting the hunting party were not as subtle as originally imagined. Then again you figure nothing concerning you and the brothers is ever subtle. It’s been five days since Lo’ak left with the hunting party out past the reef. It’s the longest the two of you have been apart since mating. Sure there were times when one or both of the brothers were needed in these groups, setting out across the waves to gather greater supplies for the clan, but that had been when you were teenagers. 

Back then you could not verbally call them as yours. Even on those occasions you had been worried and anxious for their return, but those were thoughts that had to be kept to yourself. You can still remember Lo’ak’s smirk the first time you had bounded into his arms after he had been away on a three day journey. He was pleasantly surprised but wasted no time in pressing your body closer to his. Pulling away with inflamed cheeks, you could see the obvious pride that glimmered across his features. 

It was clear he knew of your little crush.

Now, having been mated to both brothers for several months, you are acclimated to their presence. You are fortunate enough to wake up with at least one of the Sully boy’s wrapped around you. Each night you fall asleep pressed between them, a game of footsy inevitably taking place throughout the night. Even with each of your busy schedules and responsibilities you seem to always find time to spend with them frequently. 

“You’re imagining things.” You insist, trying to look past his curtain of braids. 

Neteyam audibly laughs at this. He straightens up before plopping down beside you. Strong arms wrap around your middle and easily manhandle you to sit between his legs. It feels natural to melt back against his warm chest, Neteyam tucking your head beneath his chin. 

“My poor yawne, not getting enough attention with only one male to satisfy her.” Neteyam teases and you instantly slap his thigh in reprimand. It’s light and harmless, only there for show of your retribution. 

“Don’t say that.” A pout begins to form across your heart shaped lips. Thankfully Neteyam is unable to see it properly with you facing forwards. Still, he seems to sense it all the same, his cooing and amused chuckles not seizing for a moment.

Bent legs cage you in from each side, but the loose embrace is comforting to say the least. It doesn’t calm the storm of emotions and longing that plagues your brain, but the tension in your muscles begins to unravel into a more relaxed posture. Calloused hands dance across your shoulders and sides. The warmth of his hands seem to spread across your skin, subconsciously bringing a blush to your cheeks. 

Finally, they settle to knead and work at the knots in your shoulders. Neteyam is an expert at scaring away any forms of physical stress with those skilled hands. His strong grip formed over years of wielding a bow and carrying heavy canoes onto shore, proves to be efficient in digging into the deep muscle that is usually coiled tightly. You have to suppress a moan from escaping your lips. 

“He will be alright.”

Your eyes flicker open, unsure of when they closed in the first place. 

“Yeah…I know.” You live under no delusion that those words came out confident. Were it not for Neteyam’s great intuition and vast knowledge of your reactions, it’s clear he would still be able to decipher your mood. You’ve always been known for wearing your heart out on your sleeve. It’s a characteristic that can lead to deeper talks and understanding but also the same one that puts you into moods that end with you over one of the Sully brother’s knees. 

“Our sweet syulang, always concerned for her forest boys.” Neteyam coos, nuzzling into the back of your neck. The action starts to surface small giggles from your lips, tickling at the sensitive skin. Your sharp teeth gnaw into your bottom lip to try and keep them at bay, but it is already building into full blown laughter. This only spurs Neteyam onward, brushing your thick hair aside so he has better access to your neck. 

“Stop!” The pleas for mercy sound anything but intimidating with your radiating laughter sinking into every phrase. Before you know it, his legs have come over yours to keep you trapped while his fingers tickle into the soft flesh of your sides. 

You’ve always been ticklish, a fact that both brothers delight in and use to their advantage. Lo’ak was originally the first one to discover it and he had been relentless for the weeks following. Any chance he had to keep you pinned underneath him with desperate laughter erupting from you, he took. It came to the point where you were asking Jake for maneuvers that would get the male off of you. 

“Neteyam! M-mercy!” 

“Not till you admit how worried you are.” Neteyam insists. At this point you are squirming and frantically trying to kick his legs off of yours for relief. Unsurprisingly, you are unsuccessful with that heavy toned muscle clamping you in place. “Baby girl can’t handle Lo’ak being gone for a few days.” Neteyam teases.

It’s funny how after all this time, hearing the words out loud still makes you blush. You’ve done unspeakable things with these men, gave your body and soul to them and received the same in return, but there is still something about admitting your dependence on them that makes your ears heat up in embarrassment. 

“Fine! Fine! I’m a little worried, you skxawng. N-now let me go!” Intermittent hiccups cut your sentences into jambled pieces but luckily Neteyam finally yields. Your lungs struggle to inflate and exhale air quickly, heart beating against your ribcage. The eldest Sully lets you lean back against him once more as he peppers soft kisses along your cheek and temple. You can feel the curve of his lips against your skin. 

Arrogant Skxawng. 

“Lo’ak will be back before you know it.” 

You solemnly nod in response. Neteyam is right, but five days already feels like too much. It’s strange not having his snide remarks and devilish grin interrupting your day periodically. In many ways the brothers are like fire and ice. They have parts of their personalities that oppose one another and yet it feels unbalanced to only have one element without the other. There are moments where you admittedly enjoy spending one on one time with them, but things usually only escalate sexually in these scenarios if they’re quickies. Just simple moments where the heat of passion lures both of you into going further than anticipated. 

Although you prefer not to verbally admit it, part of this has to do with Lo’ak’s tendencies. Neteyam isn’t easily bothered by being left out. He’s too busy and sensible to monitor things as inevitable as that. The eldest brother only comes to heated anger when seeing other Na’vi males closing in on you. 

Lo’ak on the other hand, is a bit more sensitive to the exclusion. You blame it on the older-younger brother complex that they have grown up in. Neteyam has always been the golden child, spearheading the path for his siblings to follow while Lo’ak spent many of his adolescent years feeling like an outcast. In his eyes, Neteyam was the one that received all the praise and accomplished each milestone perfectly while he was seen as lesser than. It’s been years of healing and growing up, but a shred of those insecurities still lie beneath, no matter how much he denies it. Lo’ak is possessive of what belongs to him, perhaps afraid it could be taken away within an instant. 

You consider it a miracle that the two agreed to this special relationship in the first place. Still, that possessive behavior has a way of bubbling to the surface every now and then. 

“Five days is already a long time.” You mumble as Neteyam’s calloused fingertips trail to the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. It lights a flame there, sparkling along your veins into simple tendrils of pleasure. Five days is a long time, especially when you’ve gotten zero sexual relief within that span. 

“You think you can make do with silly old me for one more day?” Pointed teeth briefly nip at your twitching ears. 

Your lips part to throw back some witty response, but the sensation of long fingers reaching underneath the waistband of your loincloth, makes your mind go blank. It’s borderline humiliating how affected you are by such simple touches, but you’ve been on the edge for days now. Neteyam has been doting and affectionate as always but your nights end with innocent cuddling. Only now can you feel the evidence of his own sexual frustration poking your back.

“Please don’t tease, Nete.” You rangle out a response as the tip of his pointer barely brushes your unparted folds. Going without sex for almost a week is one thing, but you have little hope of surviving it with the mix of Neteyam’s teasing. 

“Why not?” He whispers, but those pointer fingers parts your petals and begins to rub delicately at your sensitive nub. Neteyam peeks his head around your shoulder once more. You obediently crane your neck to face him. His lips are soft and patient against your own, a different tune than the passionate one you are used to. 

“Miss you.” The words are barely more than a mumble against his lips. Pressing his nose against yours he breaks the kiss and smiles down at you. 

“Oh now you miss me too?” The tips of those sharp canines poke out in the smile. “How can you miss me when I’m right here, pretty girl?” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. There is no desire to kick up a bratty attitude right now, not when your instincts tell you that Neteyam is willing to reward you for good behavior. Instead, your lashes flutter closed and you give him the most innocent and endearing peck on the lips you can manage. 

“You know what I mean, Nete.” His hands recede from your core and gently trace a path up to your hips. “Please?” 

The hold on your hips becomes a harsh grip, one that is used to flip you around. Finally facing him you waste no time in straddling his lap. Desperate lips attach once more and you can feel his impressive member rock hard and grinding up against you through the fabric. 

Lo’ak on his best days tries to keep his composure, forcing himself to walk back to the shared hut and into your arms instead of tumbling the way he would like to. Today, however, back early from the expedition, he can’t hide his excitement. A few drops of sweat trail down the back of his neck as he helps the others reign in the large net under the beating sun. The younger Sully brother ignores the aches of his muscles and continues to work as fast as possible.

Occasionally his gold orbs snap up to survey the perimeter in search of your form. For once he is relieved to not see you there. This way he can surprise you. Images of your soft body beneath him already fill his brain to the brim. Sleeping side by side with other Metkayina horny men is extremely disappointing in comparison to spooning you from behind as his cum leaks out of your tight pussy. 

From the corner of his eye, Lo’ak spots Ao’nung rolling his eyes. He ignores the look, confident that it only comes out of jealousy. Spirit far from being put down, Lo’ak rangles the net together quickly until he is finally dismissed. 

Hooks hanging from the netted loincloth clank together as he nearly sprints across the woven pathways of the village. The first place he looks is the marui, naturally, but neither you nor Neteyam are anywhere to be seen. He vaguely remembers the south beach being your favorite place to spend time after a long day of working so he beelines to the other side of the village. His only rest stop is one forced by Jake, who spots him and goes to welcome his son home. Lo’ak gives his father a nod of his head and a rushed explanation before getting back on course. 

It isn't until he makes it past the thick cluster of mangrove trees that his ears twitch, catching the sound of distant moans. His first instinct tells him to turn away, leaving the anonymous couple to have their fun, but then there is a distinct whimper that he could recognize anywhere. Lo’ak takes heed to not rustle the fallen greenery loudly as he prowls forward toward the source of the sound. 

And that is where he finds you backed up against a palm tree, his older brother balls deep inside you. 

“C-close!” Your eyes are squinted shut, the familiar look of ecstasy painted across your delicate features. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Give me another one.” Neteyam adjusts your trembling legs that are wrapped around his waist so he can change the angle slightly. This shift has a new onslaught of moans freely falling from your lips. 

“C-can’t!” You whine, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. 

Careful to remain silent, Lo’ak studies your form. Your sweet body that has been haunting his dreams for the past five days. However, it’s his own back that he imagines your nails digging into while getting fucked, not his brother’s. 

“Don’t be stubborn, baby.” Neteyam grunts, hip rocking upwards at breakneck speed. “I know you can.” 

What tips you over the edge though is not encouraging words or the squeezing of those large hands around the plump of your ass, it’s the moment where Neteyam swings his queue over his shoulder and allows your dancing tendrils to intertwine. 

“Nete!” Your screech almost drowns out his own feral moan. He curses under his breath.

“Great Mother!” Neteyam groans, and from Lo’ak’s hidden spot in the bushes, even he can infer it's from the way you are clamping down around him. “I love you so much, baby girl!” 

“L-love you, Nete.” Lo’ak has to concentrate on the sound to make out your strangled words. 

He’s done watching the scene unfold before him. Listening to his brother’s groans he knows how this ends and he has no interest in waiting around to be discovered afterwards. Suddenly, his excitement has dimmed to that of a lonely dread. 

Careful to not be seen or heard, he traces his trail back through the array of trees until he can no longer hear the two of you. Lo’ak sets off to distract himself from the lewd scene he had discovered. Truth be told, he had seen and participated in moments like that with the two of you many times. The brothers were used to sharing sexual intimacy with you, but that wasn’t what made his heart clench. 

It’s the soft and tender intimacy in that moment that spurs dark feelings inside of him. To see such a sweet scene of love and devotion, all while he has been away. The lurking voice in the back of his head whispers creeping thoughts of not being needed. Perhaps you are not only able to manage but also more content without him there. 

Lo’ak knows better than to heed this tempting voice in his head. He knows he has a tendency towards letting these outcast feelings sink in. However, just because he doesn’t let himself believe such sad things, does not mean he is thrilled to see how well the two of you get along without him. 

Reluctantly, Lo’ak makes his way back to the Sully residence. Surely at least Tuk will be happy to see him. 

“Hold still!” Tuk hisses, yanking on the small braid in retaliation. Lo’ak winces, always surprised by the increasing strength of his now teenage sister. 

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, but Tuk rewards the comment with a slap to the head regardless. Only five minutes of lacing the new shells through his hair and Lo’ak is already itching to find a way out. He sours at the idea now of waiting for you to realize he is home. Neteyam or not, Lo’ak is anxious to see you. 

Tuk giggles in delight as the last of the shell carved beads are finally positioned properly in his hair. She beams proudly at the handy work. It’s clear that she requires no outside approval to know she has done a fantastic job. Of course, he knows it’s expected regardless. 

It’s in the middle of giving these compliments that he is knocked to the ground by your charging figure. The two of you fall back in a tangle of limbs as you squeeze him tightly. Finally, out of the dazed surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist. Quick kisses are peppered along his cheeks and nose rapidly before they finally reach his lips. 

“You’re back!” Your voice radiates energy and sunshine, but Lo’ak can still hear the echoing of moaned devotions you had been spewing for his brother moments earlier. From the sidelines, Tuk wrinkles her nose at the sight of you two, but even pinned underneath you Lo’ak does not miss the twitchings of a smile on her lips. 

“How long have you been back? How dare you not come find me?!” You complain as Lo’ak finally manages to sit the two of you up. Your fingers quickly find the newly beaded braids that hang over his eyes. You grin while fondly twisting the braids between the pads of your fingers. 

“I did, but you seemed a little…preoccupied.” 

Your smile drops and for the first time, Lo’ak makes eye contact with his brother that is casually leaning against the entryway. 

“Oh.” It’s all you can think of to mutter. 

“Tuk’s been waiting forever to get those beads in your hair. Surely that must have some priority.” Neteyam quickly cuts in, ruffling her braids messily. The distraction is enough to disrupt what was sure to be an awkward silence between the three of you. Neteyam focuses his energies on maintaining his younger sister’s innocence. 

“Naturally.” Lo’ak agrees, eyes never meeting your own. 

Neteyam is already set to work, distracting Tuk with inquiries of getting new beads for his own hair. Luckily she takes the bait eagerly, letting you and Lo’ak steam in your own cloud of tension.

“Lo’ak I…I’m sorry, we didn’t kno-”

“No worries.” He swiftly replies while simultaneously lifting you off of his lap. “We should head out before the hunting party devours the rest of dinner. Trust me, they’re desperate for anything besides boiled fish eggs.”

He’s standing and trailing out of the marui with Tuk before you have a moment to protest. Neteyam lets out a heavy sigh, offering you a sympathetic smile and hand to help you up. 

The rest of the night doesn’t proceed in much better of a fashion. Lo’ak doesn’t outright ignore you, returning tender touches and responding to questions, but you can feel the reservation holding him back. He doesn’t jump to tell outlandish stories like usual. The younger Sully allows the other members of the party to take the reins of the conversation, only hopping in to aid when specifically called upon. 

That night with the three of you back in Neteyam’s marui, the tension is palpable. You try to fill the air with fun stories and comments about how much Lo’ak was missed but neither brother does more than nod and occasionally pass out a one syllable answer. Neteyam affectionately lays a hand on Lo’ak’s head while the younger brother is putting away the fishing supplies, but his arm is brashly swatted away. It’s not an uncommon interaction between the two, something they’ve been known to do since they were teenagers, but there is an added sharpness to Lo’ak’s recoil. 

Neteyam’s eyes cut to you, visibly rolling his eyes to show how unnecessarily his brother is being. You give him a reprimanding look, motioning for him to be nice. His attitude doesn’t shift much at the request but he does manage to give his younger brother some space for the rest of the night. A fact that you are grateful for, originally worried that you were about to witness another one of the Sully brothers’ brawls. 

As the years have passed and maturity has settled upon each of them, they’ve come to be more respectful of one another. It’s that fact alone that allows this three way relationship to work in the first place, but there are times where the sibling rivalry still peeks out. Times where Neteyam finds Lo’ak dramatic and Lo’ak can see nothing but the golden child that has everyone wrapped around his finger. 

Naturally you’ve jumped in several times to mediate the interactions, but you have also come to learn that sometimes they need to be left alone to fight it out. Chances are they are back to being friends again in the morning with nothing more than a few bruises to show from their argument. 

Unfortunately, Neteyam seems to decide that keeping some space from you too would help wash away the memory of the scene Lo’ak walked in on. The bed is cold, trapped between the two of them while they both face away from you. A pout sits heavy on your lips as you toss and turn all night. Lo’ak doesn’t move away when you come to spoon his larger form from behind, but it’s still not how you imagined spending the night of his return. 

The next morning when you wake with only Neteyam by your side, you decide that enough is enough. You refuse to let another day pass with this hot and cold tension between the two of you. 

The village is still awakening, with the orange glow of daylight barely breaking the horizon, only a few early morning stragglers flit along the bouncy pathways. Most are in a rush to get out into the open ocean and make some morning kills. Lo’ak doesn’t have patrol or assignment with the hunting parties today, so it takes some effort to figure out where he has run off to. Luckily, you can recognize the muttered curses in the Sky People language that falls from his lips. 

“Damnit!”

The sound comes from underneath the walkway and you know that you are bound to find either your lover or Jake Sully. It’s endearing to see how much of his father’s lingo Lo’ak has committed to his own vocabulary. It’s still a struggle and annoyance to try and decipher what each word means but you’ve started to pick up on the feeling behind the most crude ones.

Flitting across the woven floor you follow the distant muttering accented with the swish of water beneath your feet. It takes you to the edge of the village where you finally hang over the walkway to spot Lo’ak wrestling with something underwater. Laying your body down to peer over the edge, your curly hair falls forward till the ends become dampened by the water’s surface. It takes a few seconds to realize that he is currently wrestling with a tangled net around the base of a support tree. 

Even from the distortion from the ocean water, you are able to make out his impressive physique and flexing biceps that yank on the sturdy wire. When he breaks through the water’s top once more for a breath and another round of curses, you allow yourself the luxury of porusing every inch of his majestic body with your eyes. He wears one of your favorite loincloths on him, a laced garment of mangrove leaves dyed a royal shade of purple. It’s a very traditional Metkayina attire only further complimented by his dark inked tattoos and shells swinging from his signature braids. 

Today, however, his beautiful dark braids are fashioned into a top knot, showing off his bared neck and shoulders sinfully. A part of you wonders if he chose his attire this morning simply to punish you for yesterday, Lo’ak is no stranger to your preferences and he has been known in the past for using them to his designs. Regardless of intention, it would be a lie to say it isn’t working as you oggle at the shifting muscles along his back while he pulls at the net violently. 

The years have been oh so kind to Lo’ak as he has grown into an accomplished male and warrior. The once slim beanpole of a body that you remember him coming to the island with (although even then you were quite infatuated with his appearance entirely) has shaped into a stronger Metkayina build while still maintaining certain Omatikaya physical traits. His shoulders had spanned out to create a surface broad enough for easily harboring canoes and nets full of gain. Even his thighs had become sturdy and encapsulated with smooth muscle. Somehow, however, that form still found ways to narrow into the slim waists known as a forest person trade mark. 

It has always driven you to the point of insanity, how well the brothers took the best of each culture and mixed it into your personal heaven. 

“Come on!” He grits out between bared teeth, starting to use his weight as a force against the trapped net. 

“Fucking Damnit!” He exclaims, starting to wrap the net around his flexed forearm.

“Fuckeng damitt” Your attempt to mimic his words come out rushed and confident but with the clear overshadow of a thick accent. It makes his head finally spin in your direction, startled expression shaping into that of recognition. 

“Don’t let Neteyam catch you using that language, yawne.” He warns you halfheartedly, already back to tangling with the destroyed net. 

For some strange reason Neteyam has always been more sensitive to your use of obscene Sky People language than anything Na’vi curse related. Something about those fowl words being too dirty for such pretty lips. It’s half the reason you still struggle to understand the meaning behind these thrown English curse words. Still, it’s always an effective way to get either of the brother’s attention. 

“What does it mean?” 

“Nothing really, yawne. Just don’t use it.”

Your clear pout is wasted on his dismissive attitude, still facing away from you as he puts his sole focus on undoing the stubborn net. The blood is already rushing to your head from being upside down and still Lo’ak has given you nothing close to the attention or reassurance you require. 

“You use it.” You point out. 

“You know that’s different, mama.” The nickname is enough to finally have a small smile encasing your lips, unfortunately it’s fleeting. “Why are you out of bed? It’s barely dawn.”

Lo’ak doesn’t give you a second to respond before taking in a full breath and dunking under the water again. Your teeth grind together as you wait impatiently for him to stop fumbling with the twine underwater and let you work together a reconciliation between you two. The younger Sully brother has always had a way of expressing his disapproval, the theatrics sometimes enough to have you mouthing off and trying to beat him at his own game. Today seems to be no exception. 

Guilt is quickly whittling along your nerves, faster and faster as the silence stretches on and Lo’ak still remains hidden beneath the surface. When his head finally pops up out of the water, the words leave your lips within record time. “I missed you!” 

Amber eyes finally flicker up towards you for the first time since your arrival. 

“Yawne, I’m working.” 

“Is this my punishment?”

He lags at the question, ears twitching and tail coiling together before facing you once more. His dark eyebrow furrow and the edges of his lips downturn. 

“Punishment?”

It takes a harsh steadying breath before you brashly begin to give the speech you’ve been preparing since last night. There seems to be so many things to include, so many ways to say you’re sorry. The order and details of this speech are rapidly becoming jumbled until you are sure that not even half of it will come out right even before you have parted your lips. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Lo. I really am! Neteyam and I just got caught up in the moment and…not that I’m trying to excuse the behavior because yes it was not the most considerate to you. And then the timing of it all was…by Eywa, disastrous. I wanted to be there when you got back! I had a whole plan, was going to pick your favorite fruit but of course I didn’t think you would be back that early. Still I just-”

He sternly speaks your name, cutting off the endless spew of apologies. 

“Breathe, baby.” Lo’ak calmly instructs and although your urge to continue talking till things are resolved still bubbles inside, you follow his command. Once you’ve seemed to settle enough to his approval he finally continues. “There is nothing to apologize for. You’re Neteyam’s mate too. You don’t need my permission to fuck each another.” 

Although his words are spoken calmly, the edge of his cursing and timber in the tone still sets your anxiety spiking. The Sully brothers may be proud to know you inside and out, but that bridge goes both ways. You recognize this tone of voice, the hint of shame and bridled emotion that Lo’ak carries when he forces himself to not overreact about something. He has a inclination to keep certain emotions locked away when deemed childish or ridiculous, perhaps ones that he was scolded for having in his adolescence. 

Truth be told, you don’t require his permission. The three of you have entered into this relationship and agreed to the terms consequently but that doesn’t mean you are proud of how things went down. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should, not when it comes at the cost of Lo’ak’s feelings. There were better ways that yesterday could’ve been handled. A deep frown etches into your features when you imagine how disappointing it must’ve been for Lo’ak to come home and have his first welcome home be nothing more than a reminder of how well you and Neteyam can get along without him. 

“It wasn’t sensitive and I’m sorry. I know how you feel about it and-”

“Yawne,” He drops the net and faces you fully, the heat of his attention searing into your skin. “You do not need to apologize to me. I can handle it, I don’t need you to coddle me.” 

Slowly your wide tail slinks do the ground, following suit with your pinned back ears. Lo’ak, however, can not hide his own tell-tale signs either. It’s easy to recognize the shift of his own tail and tension creeps through his shoulders. Although he returns to the task at hand, you are far from being done with yours. 

You allow your body to flip over your head, cascading you over the edge and into the shallow water. Feet planted along the sandy bottom, the water’s surface reaches considerably higher up your own torso in comparison to where it sits along Lo’ak’s hip tattoos. He’s back to gathering the net, although he can sense your presence easily. 

“I can tell you’re upset.”

“I am not mad. Truly.” The brief eye contact is broken as he turns around and digs his heels into the sand, readying himself to tug once more. It only takes a few more tugs for Lo’ak to decide that this method is ineffective. He easily heaves himself back up onto the walkway to retrieve his discarded sheathed knife. When he does, your eyes follow the curve of his sculpted ass, water dripping down the slopes of his spine and hips. 

The two of you may be in the middle of whatever you call this disagreement, but it’s been five days since you’ve seen him. 

Five days since his five-fingered hands have explored your body. Five days since he has been seated inside of you. Five days since you have had the opportunity to express your love through the passion of tangling limbs and unrestrained devotion. 

The throb of your core is insistent as you drink in every detail of his beauty. 

Back in the water with knife in hand, Lo’ak stubbornly continues to give you the cold shoulder. 

“You’re not mad, huh?”

“Nope.” He mutters, adjusting the straps of his loincloth. 

“Well then if you’re not mad…” You trail off, sauntering over to him through the thick of water gracefully. A shiver wracks his spine when your soft fingers trace along each jut of his vertebrae. “Indulge me.” You let your obvious seductive passion drip into each word. Now is not the time to be bashful. You’re ready to outright beg if that is what it takes.  

“Yawne…” He sighs, “I really am supposed to get this net un-”

“Forget about the damn net for a minute!” His head whips around to send you a sharp look, but it does little to sway your determination. It’s too easy to see the spark of intrigue in his eyes. “You’ve spent the last five days working, all away from me. You can spare a minute.”

Your hands naturally come to rest along his slim hips as he turns to face you fully, his larger frame towering over you and blocking the orange glow of the sun. You can’t even find it in yourself to be apprehensive or remorseful when those long fingers tilt your chin up and bring you looking directly into that unyielding gaze. Any attention is considered progress and welcomed openly. All it takes are a few strategic maneuvers and this man will be beneath your fingertips. You know it. 

“Seems like someone forgot their manners while I was away.” The cool shells along those two loose braids dangle down to your soft cheek. Lo’ak’s calm breath fans over your lips, mere centimeters away from their destination. 

“Oops.” You answer coyly, a feigned pout mixed with a shimmer of arrogance laces your features. He doesn’t stop the pads of your fingers from leisurely drawing swirling lines along his abdomen and sides. “Although I hardly think I could be blamed for such a thing.”

An innocent peck is left on his lips.

“You are the one that left after all.” Another kiss and then you’re turning away to make your retreat. 

You are barely afforded one step before being pulled back into his embrace, back now pressed against the supporting tree. His lips are on yours in an instant, heated passion and desperation swirling in every movement of his protruding tongue. Barely having fleeting moments to breathe, you return the kiss with just as much enthusiasm and ferver. 

Finally!

It takes considerable effort not to let your pride show in a devilish smirk against his lips. Lo’ak loves to consider himself the cunning clever predator in your little game of push and pull, but you can’t help but feel that you are the victorious one in this situation. 

A cinching grip around your waist is all you require as a signal to jump and wrap your legs securely around his hips. The new position finally allows some much needed friction along your core, requiring every fiber of self discipline to not immediately grind back against him. Fingers grasping at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the way your mate completely devours you whole. Every worry and hesitation finally flies out the window now that the sweet reassurance of physical intimacy soothes those nerves. 

When he finally pulls away, allowing air to reach your lungs once more, his wandering touch trails along your outer thighs. Your ankles cross and you pointedly flex to pull him closer. 

“God, I missed you, yawne.” He chuckles, nose pressed against yours. 

“Let me make it up to you.” It’s a soft plea, aided by your docile expression and doe eyed impression. It would be foolish to believe that Lo’ak buys the innocent act, but regardless he is too eager to see where this thing goes to truly care. Might as well let you be a little spitfire, he’ll be the one winning in the end either way. 

A low hum rumbles in his chest. Lo’ak allows his eyes to linger over your small frame, revel in the way it is so sweetly wrapped around him like a vice. It’s been way too long. Although he prefers to still tease and torment you a little further, he’s too hungry to let things carry on for too long. 

“You really want to make it up to me, tanhi?” A stray curl is delicately brushed from your forehead, ears twitching in response to the gentle touch. 

“Yes.” 

“Well lucky for you I know just the way.” 

There isn’t a second allowed for questioning before your world is being flipped around again and you find yourself sprawled out across the walkway. He heaves your smaller frame up onto the padded surface as if throwing another net out into the ocean, effortlessly and with confident familiarity. You half expect him to jump up and join you, scattering away to a secluded spot to finally be together, but then large hands are pulling you towards the edge till your ass almost hangs over.  

A small squeak escapes your lips as you try to understand what is happening but then the ties of your loincloth are being unknotted expertly. 

“Lo’ak wait!” You attempt to push at his working finger while whipping your head around frantically to see if anyone else has stumbled upon the two of you. This section of the village is a newer addition. It’s lined with recently built maruis meant for newly mated couples, none of them occupied yet. However, that does not deem the two of you safe from random stragglers or curious Na’vi that come to investigate the noises you are sure to make if this man keeps working you up the way he desires. Lo’ak is unswayed by your resistance, gently swatting your small fingers away in slight annoyance. 

“Not here.” Heightened awareness of your public location naturally drops your tone down into a hushed whisper. Lo’ak’s lips curl up into an amused crooked grin as he shakes his head fondly. Before you know it, he has successfully unraveled the twine material and starts to try wrestling the fabric away from your pelvis. 

“Yes here.” Comes his rebuttal. 

“But what if someone hears?” When your legs snap close to keep the fabric in place, his golden eyes snap up to your own cerulean orbs sternly. The raise of those unique eyebrows is a sure sign that you are about to walk on shaky ground. 

“Then I guess you will have to be quiet. Won’t you, sevin?” 

There is a way out of this, just one mutter of your safeword and Lo’ak is sure to bundle you back up and lead you away. The thought crosses your mind for a moment, but a lingering promise of disappointment at the end of that path advises you against it. It’s impossible to ignore the pool of heat in your gut as you come to realize the true risk of this situation. Sometimes you wonder if you have your own sex drive and logic playing for opposing teams. 

“Lo!” You whine, hands coming to cover the blooming blush across your heated face. It’s all the confirmation he requires before parting your legs and finally stripping the fabric away. 

The heat of his intent gaze upon your exposed folds seems to sear right down to your core. Even with the remnants of salt water covering your teel skin, he is sure to see the evidence of your sticky arousal seeping out. A feral grin overtakes his expression as he repositions your legs to be bent and spread properly. An unobscured view of your most intimate parts. 

He leans in to give his signature little kiss atop your button, but instead of the usual teasing peck you are instead met with a burst of warmth across your exposed parts. He wastes no time in leaving a never ending string of open mouthed kisses to the sensitive area. His tongue mimics the ministrations of your heated kiss earlier but now along your delicate pussy and it’s such a skyrocket from zero to one hundred, it takes a moment to recapture your breath. 

“Lo’ak! Wait don’t you think…ah shit! Lo, you’re gonna kill me!” You screech out, barely able to randomly dampen down the volume of your own voice. It feels as if it has been a century since the welcoming warmth of his mouth has swiped along your inner parts and the drastic change is overwhelming to say the least. Caught between trying to wrest his face away from your soaked petals and keeping your head on a swivel to look for passerbys, it’s difficult to keep your brain online. 

“Someone is going to catch us.” 

His lips finally descend from your pussy, shiny slick already visible along the cupid’s bow of his upper lip. Lo’ak uses those large hands to grip your inner thighs and spread them properly again. 

“It’s been almost a week without the taste of you, mama. Not sure how you expect me to act.” He chuckles deeply, eyes already trailing back down to your vulnerable flesh. “Besides,” A finger swipes through the cut of you, drawing another wrangled moan from your throat. “I can tell she missed me too.” 

It’s hard to say no to Lo’ak when he is in this state, so utterly pleased with himself as he draws teasing circles along your clit, his beautiful braids tied atop his head just the way you like and broad shoulders creating the perfect surface to rest your dangling legs. Logic and lust do not mix well, one always comes to outcompete the other and seeing the state that he is in after your own longings over the past few days, it seems the desire has the upperhand in this fight. 

“So, be a good girl. Keep those legs spread and let me have my breakfast.” 

You go to make some smart remark after the devious wink he sends your way but any resemblance of a planned sentence is interrupted by the heat of his mouth on you once more. Lo’ak is insatiable, skipping the common steps of warming you up and instead taking everything you have to offer as his own personal dessert. His textured tongue glides along your inner folds and swirls around the clit with flickering intensity and accelerated pressure. 

The only sounds that can be heard are that of rushing water, distant murmurs of the village waking up and Lo’ak’s absolutely feral groans as he eats you out fervently. The years of practicing his breath hold appears to come in handy as he suffocates his own face with your sweet pussy. 

While he makes no efforts to keep his groans and whines of pleasure at bay, you are slowly losing the awareness to keep yourself from doing the same. It continues at such a pace that sends tendrils of pleasure crawling up the base of your spin to the tips of your pinned ears. It feels as if bolts of lightning are gathering in your pelvis with nowhere else to go. Your cerulean eyes rangle themselves open so you can stare at the brightening sun with your head sprained backwards. It’s difficult to focus on the changing colors of Pandora's wondrous skies but it’s the only tool at your disposal as one more look at Lo’ak between your thighs is sure to bring on the impending orgasm. 

At first, he truly does focus on getting his own fill, messily devouring your unique taste until it paints his dark blue skin. However, Lo’ak seems to find a goal after a few minutes of your muted moans. And that goal is all focused on making you fall apart for him, tremble and break beneath his skilled tongue and let those pretty sounds out without apprehension or care. 

The shiny jewels of your top are flipped to the side to join your sprawled out hair as he goes to work on exploring and massaging your succulent breasts. His efforts below don’t break for an instant, finding a way to multitask between palming and exciting your tender breasts and sucking your living soul out from your pussy. 

When those skilled fingers cinch around your nipples sharply just as his lips close and suction around your bundle of nerves, it’s the pebble that breaks that stone wall. Pillowy lips part to release desperate whimpers and moans as your back arches lewdly. Somehow it’s possible to feel Lo’ak’s triumphant smirk against your core even as he continues to suction your clit expertly. The heels of your feet are already digging into his flexing shoulder blades and your fingers seem to find their own way into his bun to tug roughly, but that only spurs on a deep groan from the forest boy. 

If anything he encourages the rough play, buzzing words of approval along your pussy to keep you going. It’s a wonder that his bun doesn’t fall out after several minutes of your rough yanking. Were you in any better state of recollection you would see the strain of Lo’ak’s neck to keep his head stubbornly in place with every yank of his hair. Still, Lo’ak doesn’t show a glimmer of complaint. His eyes darken into pools of molten good, only visible through the sprawled slits of his eyes the few times he comes up for air or to admire your wreckage. 

“Oh Eywa, Lo’ak! F-feels so good, please please don’t stop!” 

“Atta girl.”

His dull nails flick at the peak of your right breast, eliciting a sharp shot of pain that melts into thrumming ecstasy. The pleasure is all consuming and hurtling you towards the cliff sooner than you would like. Lo’ak shows no signs of wanting to slow down, even as your grip on his hair tries effortlessly to yank him away. If he continues now you are sure to climax before the two of you have even begun, and the thought of not being filled by him after days apart is disheartening. 

“Wait, Lo’ak! Need you inside. Need it right now!” 

Your eyes lock, his own peering up at you as he makes a show of unfurling his tongue to lick broad stripes from your pussy to clit. The lewd scene is enough to have that familiar tension coiling in your pelvis. 

“Nu-huh, baby. Not yet. I still haven’t gotten my welcome home present.” Sparkling eyes of mischief tickle at your intuition, warning of danger ahead. 

“Lo’ak! Sir please!” Hopefully the formal addressing is enough to have him swayed to your side. “If I cum now I don’t know if-ah oh Eywa…Lo! If I will be able to cum again. W-want to cum on your cock.” 

There is a moment of reprieve when Lo’ak tenderly kisses and sucks at the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Somehow the younger brother has always had an immaculate memory of which marks were left by him. He nurses those particular spots back to a beautiful shade of purple, leaving the marks from his brother unattended. The lack of response has your wall of suspicion hoisting quickly, but Lo’ak seems to be in a good mood so you take comfort in that. If anything, you start to believe that the earlier hurt has been washed away by this physical intimacy. 

When the tips of two fingers nudge at your entrance, you let out a sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes to get you stretched properly and then he will finally seat himself inside of you. Truth be told, there seems to be hardly any need for preparatory measures. The velvety walls of your channel grip his long fingers tightly, pulsing around him incessantly. They are able to twist and scissor inside of you seamlessly, walls fitting around his shape in practiced obedience. 

A jolt of pressure stabs at your groin, but then those fingers curl to massage at your g spot. With toes curled and a scrunched face you try to hold yourself back from the edge. This effort seems almost futile when his sticky lips come to fondle with your nub once more. 

“Lo! Baby, too much! I-I’m gonna cum!” 

A soft kiss is placed directly atop your mound before that smug face is glancing up at you from below. 

“I really did miss you, mama.” The smooth brush of his voice darkens into a languid purr. 

“M-missed you too, Lo’ak! So much! Need you now.” 

The pads of his fingers press and work at that tight bundle of nerves. The building waves of your impending climax are reaching new heights and sending warning signals through your body. Already you can tell that this is about to be a powerful release, one that makes your stomach flips in somersaults. 

“God, nothing tastes as sweet as you, paskalin.” His pink tongue comes to swipe along his bottom lip, collecting the sticky substance smeared over his complexion. “You mentioned something about bringing me fruit when I returned?” It’s almost comical the way his voice morphs into a casual tone even as his fingers are knuckles deep inside of you, torturing that sweet spot. 

“Yes, I was going to bring you your-ah favorite fruits.” 

“Fuck, yawne. You are just too precious sometimes.” He chuckles, pinching your chin and swiping a finger over your parted lips. A trickle of saliva escapes your mouth and wets his thumb in the process. Lo’ak shows no objection, instead pushing his thumb past your lips to press down on your tongue. Automatically, the pink of your tongue lays flat obediently, allowing him to see your mouth clearly. “I appreciate the thought, but you know what I really want, mama?”

It’s not a rhetorical question, evident by the halt of his fingers and the way one eyebrow arches upwards. Gulping down the pooling saliva around his thumb you manage to get out a small “what?” around the digit.

Instead of a verbal response you are met with the sight of his saliva covered thumb trailing down the slope of your neck, across the valley between your breasts and drawing over every curve of your soft body until finding their destination back upon your clit. Just enough pressure is applied to bring forth another wave of white hot pleasure. Successfully, the edge of his thumb manages to slip past the clitoral hood and find home right atop that incredibly small and sensitive button of nerves. 

Jolts of lightning laces your nerves with every swipe of that teasing finger, only bringing further pleasure when accented by the other hand working to massage that bundle of nerves from the inside. It’s a measured and merciless onslaught of pleasure, trapping you with inconceivable thrills from either side. 

One look at that smug expression painting his face, and realization dawns. 

You know exactly what he wants. 

“No! Lo’ak, you know I can’t!” Your protests are smeared by the occasional shrieks and moans that endlessly cascade from your lips. The corners of his lips curve upwards. 

“Come on, mama. You and I both know you can. Just need to be a good girl and let it go for me.” His argument is further aided by simple flicks of his tongue at the bottom of your clit, between his working fingers. Pressure is already building at an alarming rate. You’ve never seen a volcano in person but you imagine this is the feeling of rising intensity that preludes such a colossal explosion.  

“Lo’ak!” Your legs shake and tremble as you try to push back against him. The squirming gets you hardly any relief as the effects of such pleasure seem to already have been draining your body of its energy. 

“Safeword if you need to. Otherwise, I will assume you’re just being pouty with me.” Lo’ak warns before returning to the onslaught upon your cunt. 

You consider his words for a moment, checking yourself to see if this is really your breaking point, but the idea of stopping now strikes a lash of fear through you. Surely the only way to get through this is power forward and find the precipice of pleasure on the other side. Stopping now would only leave you with a sore cunt and shaking limbs, nothing in comparison to the satisfaction that awaits you. Besides, you trust Lo’ak. He would never intentionally harm you, he’s proven that time and time again. So your lips clamp shut along with your eyes as your body squirms along the woven surface. 

“That’s it, mama. Just let it happen. Fuck, look at how pretty your pussy is like this.” He revels in the squelching sound that accompanies his sliding and curling fingers. The heat of your blush radiates from your in waves with the thick haze of your arousal. It causes his nostrils to flare in order to accommodate more of that sweet scent. It’s driving him up the wall, watching you squirm, whine, and clench around him in the middle of the walkway for anyone to see. Even beneath the slightly chilled salt water, he can feel his dick bursting to break free from the confines of his restricting loincloth. 

Not yet.

There will be time for that soon, but right now he is focused on getting what he came for. 

He can sense the trepidation rolling off of you in waves, even from the clench of your closing legs it’s obvious to see that you are fighting this. 

“C-can’t!” 

“You can and will. I’ll make sure of it.” The forest boy promises. “It’s all in your head, yawne. Just a little mental block you need to break through.” It takes wrestling his broad shoulder between your thighs to pry them open once more. 

“But-”

“Don’t you wanna make it up to me, mama?” The ascent of kisses along your inner thighs is revived once more, plush kisses alternating between heated words of praise and encouragement. “Can’t get enough of you. Five days is way too long, little one. I need a treat.” 

It’s obvious from the way your hips bucks and strangled screeches catch in your throat that you are on the precipice. So close to finally getting what he wants, Lo’ak doubles down on his efforts. Soothing drawls of promises and praise flow from his lips without thought. The little kitten licks he leaves under his working thumb gives him just enough of a sample of the sweet juices he hopes to receive soon. Motivation fueling him forward, Lo’ak massages at that bundle of nerves from both sides until you are trying to kick him away. 

The pleasure is so all consuming that it almost hurts. It feels as if your body may simply shatter into pieces at any moment. 

“I know what you need, mama.” Lo’ak gently guides your kuru braid to the end of the path. Eyes snapping open, a wanton moan leaves your lips as a wordless plea to continue. Begging is unnecessary because Lo’ak manages to swing his own braid over his shoulder and connect the tendrils without delay. 

The instant connection gives you something to fall back onto, something familiar and comforting in this depth of uncharted territory. The bond purrs with pleasure from both sides, but it’s his building anticipation and desire thrumming through the mental connection that has your self control disintegrating. 

Suddenly, without your volition or permission, the muscles in your pelvis tighten and an alarming sense of impending need for release surfaces. You try to cry out and warn him, sputtering some nonsense about needing to pee but Lo’ak hushes those concerns away, drawing on and on about just letting go. It’s not a choice, not a sensation that is in your control. Those spasming muscles tighten until a stream of your juices is squirting outwards. 

Back arched and body tensed, electricity flows through your veins in the form of pure ecstasy, so demanding that it threatens to block out your vision with phantom stars. Lo’ak wastes no time in swooping in. He catches every squirt from your spasming pussy with a undetained urgency. The deep groans and whines that vibrate from his chest almost slide under the radar from your penetrating screams drawing them out. He suckles and feasts on you like a starved man finally offered the luxury of a five star dessert. 

The tips of your nails are digging into his scalp and untwisting his carefully prepared topknot. Lo’ak is too focused on drinking in every ounce of sweet juice squirting from you to care about the fallen hairstyle. He groans and slurps up the addicting juices until broken cries fall from your lips and the stream ends. 

“Thank you, mama” He groans, taking out his fingers and cleaning your drenched pussy thoroughly with his tongue. The weight of your body weighs heavy on you. It’s too much to consider rolling away to protect your sensitive core. 

When he finally takes a breath, lifting his head to lick his fingers, he finds your gaze misted over with a thick haze. He studies the way your soft form is slack and sprawled across the walkway, not the twinkling of a thought present in your beautiful ocean blue eyes. The sun has now risen to paint the village in rays of gold. They dance across your form perfectly, bringing out every beautiful curve that has haunted Lo’ak’s wet dreams for the entirety of the excursion. 

“Such a good girl, baby.” Your overwhelming pleasure still drones over tshayelu and leaves his own cock twitching, but there is an undertone of deep seated trust woven there. You’ve given in and given yourself over. With your luscious curls splayed around your head like a halo, Lo’ak is sure he has never seen a more beautiful sight. 

“Lo…” 

“I know, mama. God I love you so fucking much!” He can’t hold himself back from kissing and exploring every inch of your body. His hands wander greedily to grope and take in every curve of plush flesh and smooth skin painted with those beautiful scribble of stripes. Every inch of explored skin brings you further and further off the edge until you are back in his arms with shaky legs loosely wrapped around his waist. 

“L-love you too, Lo’ak.” His neck is a safe place to rest your heated face. “So much.” 

The night is far from over, his bulge pressing against your stomach still stirs to your remembrance his promise, but he lets the moment sway and settle for a while longer. You're completely pliant and soft in his arms as he cradles you. The soothing pheromones that draft from him are enough to finally set your muscles at ease. Words are hardly needed as you can feel the radiating satisfaction and pride that flows from his end of the bond. 

Proud of himself?

Proud of how he can tear you apart and piece you back together?

Perhaps, but the most overwhelming sentiment that travels is the pride that he feels for you. For the steps you’ve taken today. 

This is the first time you’ve ever squirted, although it has been a goal of the Sully brothers for quite some time now. For the longest time it didn’t seem in the cards for you. Even with their dual efforts, you had never been able to get past that mental block. 

That is…until now. 

Lo’ak takes the bulk of your weight as your legs are doing close to nothing around his waist in this condition. He makes a show of licking his lips and humming in delight, even when you sheepishly hide your face against his neck in response. Strength is finally beginning to seep back into your countenance even as your mind remains offline. The only subjects flashing across the forefront of your mind are the sweet traces of his touch and thrum of satisfaction rippling across the bond. 

It isn't long before more of that sweet honey is gathering between your legs and leaking onto his loincloth. You rut up against him. The silent plea to feel him inside does not go unnoticed. 

You’re startled by a sudden chuckle from Lo’ak. Blinking up at him you recognize that shit-eating grin showing off his smug attitude. 

“What?”

“Just wait till Neteyam finds out.” He laughs with glee as you gasp, weakly trying to hit his chest.

“Don’t you dare!” 

He neither promises to keep it a secret or spare his brother from the knowledge of this milestone belonging to him, but every trace of contention is clear. His disastrous return has been overshadowed by this golden memory. 

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The Director (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Characters:

Name: Y/N

Age: 29

Job: Second Assistant Director on the set of Oppenheimer

Personality: Strong-willed, caring, determined

Background: You come from a wealthy family in Hollywood but have to work hard to establish yourself in the film industry. You are a devoted mother to your two children and juggle your career with your responsibilities at home.

Name: Mara

Age: 7

Character Role: Your daughter

Appearance: Cute with curly brown hair and big, innocent eyes

Personality: Sweet, sensitive and very attached to you following her father’s death

Background: Mara is very close to you and looks up at you as a role model. Mara adores her older brother, Max, and enjoys spending time with your mother Lisa at her mansion in Hollywood. Mara has a split relationship with her stepfather James who is introduced below.

Name: Max

Age: 10

Character Role: Your son

Appearance: Energetic with messy blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes

Personality: Rebellious, challenging, protective of his family

Background: Max can be difficult at times, but he deeply cares for you and his sister. He struggles with his emotions due to the absence of his father and also has a split relationship with James. As a result, he often acts out.

Name: Bill

Age: 60

Job: Owner of one of Hollywood's biggest agencies for actors and musicians

Character Role: Your father, your mother’s ex-husband

Appearance: Distinguished with grey hair and sharp features

Personality: Business-minded, influential, protective

Background: Bill is a powerful figure in Hollywood, known for his connections and influence in the entertainment industry. He has always supported you in your career but lacks understanding when it comes to your troubled relationship with your husband James.

Name: James

Age: 31

Job: Hollywood Actor who has appeared in several supporting roles and mediocre movies

Appearance: Good looking with a charismatic smile

Personality: Arrogant, abusive, entitled

Background: James is a semi-famous actor with a privileged background, thanks to his father, Peter, who is the studio head of Universal Studios. His father always tries to get him leading roles in big productions but most directors do not like to work with him. He has acted in about twenty movies, in supporting roles or as a second lead due to his father’s influence. In the past, when he had met you, he enjoyed theatre productions and indies but after his first role in a Marvel Movie, it is only fame that interests him.  

Name: Peter

Age: 65

Job: Studio head of Universal Studios

Character Role: James's father

Appearance: Imposing with a commanding presence, impeccably dressed

Personality: Arrogant, controlling, manipulative

Background: Peter holds a position of power in Hollywood and uses his influence to secure roles for his son, James. He is domineering and meddles in James's personal life, causing tension within the family dynamic.

Name: Cillian Murphy

Age: 46

Job: Actor

Background: Cillian is married to Danielle and has two adult children, one son and one daughter, both of whom are at university.

Intro Part

Driving through the busy streets of Los Angeles in your small Kia, you listened to your favorite playlist blasting from the speakers.

As usual, you were running behind schedule and the traffic seemed to agree with your tardiness today. As usual, it was horrendous, and you reconsidered whether or not avoiding public transport was really worth it. 

Eventually, the stoplight turned green signaling it was now your turn to proceed forward onto the bustling boulevard ahead. The sun shimmered brilliantly overhead casting shadows across the pavement, creating a visual dance reminiscent of a dreamcatcher.

But then, out of nowhere, it happened – a collision so sudden and unexpected it left you startled and bewildered. Your perfectly planned school pick-up routine took a drastic twist and your heart raced as the reality sank in - you had just been involved in your first ever car accident.

Adrenaline surged through your veins making you feel alive, but also overwhelmed and, in those precious seconds, all your focus shifted towards assessing the damage to your car. 

Stepping outside, your breath caught in your throat.

"I can't believe this!" you exclaimed as you eyed the damage to the side of your car. "What were you thinking, running that red light?" you pointed accusingly at the other driver, who seemed surprisingly calm and nonchalant about the situation.

Fuming with anger, you marched over to him, the frustration evident in every step. "What's wrong with you?" you shouted, barely containing the mixture of fear and rage coursing through your veins.

The other driver simply shrugged, his nonchalance sending a surge of disbelief through you. "Jesus, accidents happen. I didn't run into you on purpose. Despite, it is merely a scratch," he retorted with a heavy Irish accent, his tone infuriatingly dismissive and his lack of concern only fueled the fire of your indignation.

"Maybe it is just a scratch, but now I am fucking late for school pick-up because I have to deal with this crap," you raged, gesturing toward the damaged metal of your beloved Kia. 

He raised an apologetic brow, acknowledging your inconvenience without offering further explanation.

"Look, let me give you the car-hire company's details. They will deal with the insurance claim. I took out extra cover," he began tentatively, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a card embossed with golden letters.

"Fuck, your car is a hire-car?" you asked incredulously, narrowing your eyes as you studied him more closely. This guy looked familiar somehow, but you couldn't quite place him. 

"Yes, I am just visiting town," he replied, reading your confusion. 

"Clearly!" you snapped, taking back control of yourself slightly before accepting the business card. "Now can I have your number too? Because those hire companies are awful to deal with and I need my car fixed as soon as possible," you said, glaring fiercely at him. 

"Nice try, but no, I am not going to give you my number," the man then chuckled while clearly sensing your agitation. 

"Are you serious? What kind of person refuses to provide their phone number after crashing into someone?" you demanded, growing increasingly irritated. "I mean, this wouldn't even be an issue if your stupid driving hadn’t caused this mess," you then spat and the blue-eyed stranger raised an imperious eyebrow, his pale face betraying no hint of emotion.

“Yes, I am serious. I am not giving you my number," he said, his voice firm and unfazed by your aggression, which is also when it hit you. 

"Oh my god, you think that I am hitting on you?" you laughed sarcastically, attempting to cover up your growing anger by poking fun at him instead. 

"Not precisely, but I don't know you and I don't know what you would do with my phone number if you had it," he responded matter-of-factly before asking you for a pen and paper. "I will give you my agent's number. If you have any problems with the car-hire company or my insurance, then you can give him a call," the stranger offered, finally breaking away from his stoicism. 

"Your agent?" you chuckled skeptically, "Alright then, hand it over," you mused before you snatched the piece of paper from his hand, scrutinizing the contact information scribbled there with pursed lips. 

"So, you are yet another big shot 'wanna be actor' here in Hollywood, huh?" you jeered sarcastically, unable to contain your amusement as he handed you the contact details of one of your father's competitors. Unless he was actually famous you thought, he should have given you his number simply for politeness sake. 

"No, not quite," he corrected, cocking an eyebrow at you as he returned his gaze to the scratched front fender of your car. "But listen, I really have to go. I am late for a meeting," he interrupted, already reaching into his pocket for his keys.

"Oh, sure," you said, rolling your eyes. "I suppose I will be in touch with your agent then," you added with a hint of sarcasm.

"Listen, you can trust me," he assured you, flashing a smile that made his otherwise stern demeanor seem almost warm. "We will get your car fixed up," he assured you politely while you rolled your eyes. 

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, still unconvinced.

"Hey, I promise I won't leave you hanging," he promised earnestly, extending a hand out to you. 

Feeling a strange tug, you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his.

"I guess so," you sighed, releasing his grip and stepping back into your car, murmuring under your breath, calling him all sorts of names, before finally driving off.

To be continued...

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[ellieslaces]

NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY.

featuring: leon kennedy x fem!agent!reader x ashley graham

synopsis: ashley graham's biggest weakness is attractive people, especially kind, attractive people. she was not expecting to be saved by two of the hottest, kindest people she'd ever met, much less to end up crushing on the both of them

content warnings: harsh language; mentions of violence; tension; lots of flirtatious banter; ashley shooting her shot for an entire fic basically; mentions of reader being bisexual; light smut; kissing (f!f & f!m); one bed trope; forced proximity; no real smut bc idk how to write a threesome :(

notes: takes place on the way back from Spain (technically post RE4R); one bed-ish trope (r&leon share a bed, and a room with ashley); ashley is sort of confused about her sexuality; semi-established relationship (r&leon); really more of a sibling dynamic between ashley and leon (it sounds weird, but its balanced in the actual fic, i promise)

word count: 6.13k (i’m so sorry)

chloe talks: was this entirely inspired by @postersofleon ? yeah, i read this post a week or so ago and i'm losin' sleep over it. so full credits to @postersofleon for the plot! luv their lil' drabble :) also, sorry this isn't more of a threesome fic. if it were a triple female threesome, i could work with that, but add a dick into it, i'm clueless. anyways, enjoy ashley fumbling for this whole fic (luv her, i just can't help embarrassing her shes so cute). also, please appreciate this, i wrote around 80% of this while i was supposed to be studying for an exam. that’s on adhd and procrastination :)

now playing: Nohings Gonna Hurt You Baby; Cigarettes After Sex

It is entirely possible that blondes were, indeed, your weakness. Sure, over the years, you'd come to realize there was something especially alluring about lighter hair - possibly the way it reminded you of the sun, or how each strand looked like spun gold. Although, what seemed to seal your fate was the ever dangerous pairing of blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, how alluring and damning was the color of icy blue coupled with silvery, silken strands.

For a time, you believed your weakness was encompassed only within your field partner, Leon S. Kennedy. God, how handsome was that agent. Not only handsome, but brave, and kind - awkwardly so, but it really is the principle of the thing. It was painstakingly obvious to everyone, other than Leon it seemed, that you were completely and forlornly in love with him. It seemed you were equally as blind to the evidence that Leon Kennedy was also miserably in love with you.

But the one person who noticed it upon first glance was Ashley Graham. Not only for the clear obviousness of the situation, but because the feeling was entirely, and unfortunately mutual. And it was this girl who also awoke the realization within you that Leon was not the only blonde-haired, blue-eyed person you found enticing.

Though, you were not the only one in this clandestine triad who had an impending weakness for certain types of people. No, you were not, Ashley had an Achilles heel for graciously kind people. Not just kind, but attractive. Not in a shallow or superficial way, but to say more that a person would catch her eye. She had no pre-existing physical type - no particular hair color, eye color, or even height preference. Just that they be kind. And much to the First Daughter's dismay, you were both horribly kind. In your own respective ways, of course.

Leon — as aforementioned — was awkwardly kind, despite how well he meant. He never knew exactly how to word his concern, or how to come about comforting someone. It was usually said in simple phrases such as “you okay?” or in way of one of many snarky comments he had stored in the deep recesses of his mind. Ashley thought he was funny; sometimes.

You, on the other hand, were painfully sweet to her. Always reassuring her that she was okay, and you were going to keep her safe. Field medic, that’s how Leon explained your role in her rescue. You were there to keep her and Leon healthy and in one piece, which you were startlingly good at. Any bruise or cut she procured was immediately treated by your sweet disposition and skilled hands. She liked how gentle you were with her.

So yes, Leon was kind in an awkward manner, and you were kind in a practical sense. And that devastating combination was her inevitable downfall.

From the moment you and Leon found her in that church, she knew she was fucked. Because, how could people look that good while doing the sort of jobs you had? There was no way, no way she would ever be able to form coherent sentences around you two. But, somehow, by some miracle, she got on with you both quite well. Despite the obvious moments of third-wheel-ism because you and Leon were so close.

There where multiple reoccurring occasions where Ashley suspected the pair of you may be together. Or at least fucking on the side. Because no two people who are just partners have that dynamic. The constant tension, the way Leon could be protective or even overbearing sometimes. The way you would rush to his side to patch up his wounds — no matter how small and minuscule they were — after a fight. Sometimes, despite how endearing it could be, Ashley was annoyed. Sure, you two had known each other for an extended period of time and had just met Ashley that day. But, it became so aggravating when you would consult each other without the inclusion of Ashley.

Many times you would apologize to her, expressing how sorry you were for leaving her out of conversations or hypothetical battle plans. It wasn’t that either of you thought she was stupid or couldn’t handle it. No, it was more along the lines that you were used to it just being the two of you. There was rarely ever a third party involved — other than Hunnigan chatting away in your ear pieces of course — in these types of situations.

Ashely was smitten, to put it lightly. She’d made several attempts to quote-unquote ‘shoot her shot’ with Leon. Little comments of how brave he was, how thankful she was for his saving her. Even calling him her ‘hero’ on one occasion or another. His name had posted permanent residence in her vocabulary it seemed.

However, her means of flattery with you was completely different. She was a little more bold with you, seeing as you were more of an open person than Leon was. She partook in the cliche, yet never failing flirtatious mannerisms — simple touches, giggling at your jokes, or simply sticking to your side in dangerous situations. It wasn’t that you didn’t notice, no, you just turned a conscious blind eye to it all. Ashley was a college girl, a sorority girl, a privileged girl. She was probably used to using flattery to get what she wanted, to gain the attention she so desperately thrived on.

Though as your time in the hostile Spanish village went on, you came to realize that it wasn’t superficial, Ashley’s flattery toward you and your field partner. Absolutely not, far from it. You realized after Leon had carried her to Luis’ laboratory and you managed to get the machine working to expel the parasite from her body, that Ashley was totally and completely smitten with the pair of you. She was attached in the worst way. And that would be your inevitable downfall.

Leon was consciously blind to it. Your partner — no matter his selfless tendencies and his awkwardly kind nature — was melancholic. He had a firm belief he was predestined to be miserable. That there was always another shoe waiting to drop. He didn’t deserve happiness, peace, love, a good life. So, he ignored it. He ignored how Ashley was equally as taken with him as she was with you. He didn’t bring it up, he didn’t even act like he noticed. Oh, but you did.

You saw the attachment so clearly by the time the three of you had managed to escape the crumbling island via Ada Wong’s gifted jet ski that Ashely was so attached to the pair of you. She’d offered positions on her own personal detail to you, claiming she could put a word in with her father. Denials were made, kind smiles and the shaking of heads. Too kind of an offer and you liked your jobs, is what you’d told her. That wasn’t at all what you were thinking though.

Post a Hunnigan meltdown over your earpieces, the three of you were told to stay the night in a shabby, rundown little local hotel in a larger town a couple dozen miles south of the village. Still in Spain, still tired, still craving a warm shower. One room, two beds. Great, one of you was stuck sleeping with someone. Ashely offered for one of you to have a bed to yourself, she’d sleep with the other. Not a great idea. You and Leon — having spent many awkward and difficult missions together, so this was not strange to either one of you — decided on giving Ashley a bed to herself and taking the other together

If you’d been alone, oh how your lovestruck little heart would have burst. Sharing a bed with Leon Kennedy, the object of your affection. The sole performer in your wildest — and wettest — dreams. But you weren’t alone. Ashley was in the room, a matter of feet away, in her own double sized bed.

If she hadn’t been — to be vulgar and completely honest — nothing would have stopped you from fucking him then and there. The tension between the pair of you had been growing thicker since your arrival in Spain. It was thick, painfully so, and also horrifically obvious not only to you, but yet again, to Ashley. For the longer stretch of the mission, she’d expected a grand confession at any moment. A breakdown caused by a dangerous situation that ensued a moment of emotional and even physical vulnerability. But, to her dismay and yours, that never happened. Because, above all things, Leon was professional for a lack of a better word. He wasn’t going to allow his emotions to jeopardize the mission.

And so no breakdown of emotional distress and vulnerability played out. No confession of hearts bleeding for the other were cried out. Part of you was glad it hadn’t happened that way. But the larger part of your soul which was dedicated to Leon had wished it had. You longed for the day he realized he needed you too. But, to maintain professionalism and dignity, neither of you made such admissions.

Warm showers were taken in rotation in the tiny excuse for a bathroom. The shower was small and permanently stained with grime, but really was clean as the owner swore. The shower head was one of the older ones from the seventies that made the water come out in a dribble, then a forceful rainfall that hurt your back. The toiletries provided by the hotel were small and cheap, but you were clean. That’s all that mattered.

Sans dried blood and grime, you sat on Ashley’s bed, cross legged as you patched up each one of her injuries. Ashley had been the first to shower, after a fifteen minute debate with the two of you over who should go first. She had a few bandages and exposed scrapes that needed to be re-cleaned. So, with gentle hands you did so as Leon took use of his turn to shower.

“Looks good, no signs of infection so far. But, like I said before, I can’t tell too much without the right equipment.” You reassured Ashely as you finished patching up a cut on her arm and began to put your first aid kit back together.

“Thanks,” Ashley nodded, inspecting her scrape riddled skin. Small bruises and surface cuts were beginning to make their appearance, telltale signs of the brutality the three of you had endured in that village.

“Let me know if you feel feverish or see any swelling. That could mean infection.” You offered, being kind but stern.

“‘Kay,” the girl nodded, smiling up at you as you let out a sigh, leaning back on your hands on the bed.

You looked at her, smiling softly as your head tilted to the side a little. “Need me to kiss it better?”

At this, Ashley’s eyes went wide, her cheeks dusted with pink. You felt a little bad then, you just tried to ease the tension. “S’okay, Ashley. I was just playing.” You laughed, your tone lighthearted as you placed a gentle hand on her knee with an equally gentle smile.

It seemed the touch was worst than the comment. Ashley’s entire face went aflame, her eyes wide, and large as she stared at you. An uneasy ache settled in your chest, uncertainty lingering in the air as your smile faded. The initial shock between the pair of you didn’t last long as the door to the bathroom swung open.

“Jesus, you could’ve left me some hot water.” Leon grumbled as he stepped out into the room, lips downturned and brows etched in an annoyed frown.

The three of you were now paused as Leon’s eyes fell on you and Ashely — or more-so on the hand that rested on Ashley’s knee. Reality seemed to snap into place all at once for you, yanking your hand back and standing up.

“Let me check you out.” You mumbled, clearing your throat as you picked up the first aid kit and took residence on your own bed.

“No, I’m fine. Check on Ashley,” Leon shook his head, damp blond strands sticking to his forehead.

“Already did. Just finished. Your turn, whether you like it or not.” You stated, your tone final as you looked up at Leon, brows raised.

The agent let out a huff of agitation, grumbling something indiscernible as he sat down on the bed beside you. You began to gently inspect Leon's wounds- some small, others more intense. Despite his prior hesitation to be taken care of, he was stoic about it all. He sat still, unmoving, silent as you worked to disinfect and cover each wound with fresh bandages. The silence in the room was loud, startlingly uncomfortable as you patched Leon up.

A quick glance over at Ashley as you finished bandaging a deep cut that you'd quickly stitched up on the field showed her wide eyes. Wide baby blue focused on the way your fingers gently worked, how graceful and careful they were again the alabaster tone of Leon's skin.

"Doing okay over there, blondie?” Leon inquired, a small smirk playing on his face as he spotted Ashley's startling gaze on the wounds decorating his skin. He had mistook her fascination of your hands as nervousness of his wounds. But you knew. You could tell what her gaze meant.

"Oh, yeah. M'fine." Ashley recovered very quickly, to your surprise. Well, maybe it wasn't just your hands that had her enraptured, Leon was sitting on the bed, shirtless.

"Alright, hero-boy, all better." You smiled at Leon as you patted his bicep - earning a small, almost inaudible grumble from him - and moving to close your medical kit. You stood, tucking away in your pack and let out a sigh. "’Kay, l for one, am fucking exhausted."

“Yeah, me too,” Ashely murmured, an aura of discomfort still radiating from her. She offered a kind, if not awkward smile to the pair of you before settling into the bed, pulling the overs over her shoulders. “G’night.”

“‘Night,” you smiled, shuffling over to the bed you and Leon were sharing. You sat down on the edge, eyes trained on the back of Ashley’s head — the blonde hair, how it shimmered against the dim light of the single lamp in the room. You felt almost as if you weren’t really there.

“Need me to check you?” Leon asked, snapping you back to reality. You jolted a bit, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“Oh, nah, I’m okay.” You shook your head, clearing your throat as you settled into the bed, flicking off the lamp.

“Okay,” Leon shrugged, getting into the bed too, still in just a pair of pants. Everyone was in the barest of clothing. You in a tank top and underwear — Ashely in the same. It was all you had. All your clothes were soiled with dirt, and grime, and blood.

Thinking of nothing in particular, you laid there, staring up at the ceiling of the dark room. The walls creaked every once in a while, odd drafts filtered in from cracks in the ceiling or from the window. It was too quiet. And it stayed that way for a long while.

“Everything okay with Ashley?” Leon asked, his voice quiet, as not to wake the subject of conversation.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You mumbled back, turning your head. He, too, was on his back. Both of you too afraid to face each other in bed, seeming too personal. “Why?”

“Just making sure.” His response was quiet, a little too nonchalant, as if he’d forced it to be casual. “It was awkward earlier.”

“Earlier?” You decided to play dumb, despite knowing that Leon wouldn’t believe it. He was well aware you knew what he was talking about. The touch. How Ashley had frozen when you’d touched her leg.

“Whatever, play stupid.” He scoffed with a half smile — a knowing smile. The bastard. “Just saying, she seems attached to you.”

“Oh, and she’s not with you, her hero?” You bit back with a hint of humor. Your voices were still low, hoping Ashely was asleep — or she couldn’t hear you if she wasn’t.

Leon laughed quietly, a rough scoff sound that echoed in your ears. You smiled at little at that sound. “Whatever you say,”

You frowned, gaining the confidence to shuffle onto your side, facing him as you contemplated what that simple, yet heavy ‘whatever’ meant. “What do you mean, whatever?”

Leon sighed, rolling onto his side to face you too. His eyes, still so blue even in the darkness of the motel room, bore into yours. It seemed he didn’t carry the same awkward feeling about this topic as you did. Or, maybe he did and he just hid it exceptionally well. But knowing him, that didn’t seem right.

“She’s just attached to you. Always at your side, or chatting your ear off. And what the hell was with that earlier?” He continued, brows furrowed in their eternal frown.

“I was patching her up. Making sure none of her cuts were infected.” You half shrugged, trying to play it off as something simple, even though it was so complex.

“She looked like she wanted to kiss you or something.”

“Oh, my God,” you rolled your eyes, trying to push away the way your chest tightened at the though. “You’re so fucking dramatic. She wasn’t gonna kiss me.”

“Okay,” Leon shrugged, his tone final and casually dismissive. Like he was finished talking about it. Like he didn’t believe you but didn’t want to say so.

“She was not going to kiss me.” You pushed, voice quiet yet firm. Your own brows were pulled into a frown, like what he’d said was offensive.

But it wasn’t. Kissing Ashley wasn’t a bad thought. It wasn’t as if you’d never kissed another girl before. The first time you had was in the training program for USSTRATCOM, your training partner who made you realize that all girls don’t look at other girls that way. She was the first, others followed.

Ashley was pretty, very pretty. Tall, pretty lips, and the blonde hair, blue eye thing, of course. Kissing her wouldn’t be so bad, really. It would probably be very nice. But nothing like kissing Leon, though.

“Okay.” Leon said again, shifting to lay on his back again, letting his eyes close. The finality of it all aggravated you. So, you asked him a question maybe you shouldn’t have.

“What if she did?” You asked, eyes narrowed and trained on him. A smile bloomed on your face at the way his eyes opened, his brows furrowing deeper at your question.

“What about it? It’s not my business.” Leon grumbled. But the tone he used made it wound like it was very much his business.

“M’kay.” You nodded, quietly celebrating to the way you’d seemed to have stumped him, surprised him.

For a moment, he didn’t respond. He stared at the ceiling, and you stared at him. It was deadly quiet, the rhythmic sound of Ashley’s breathing the sole sound in the room.

“Did you want her to?” Leon asked, mumbling quietly. His eyes stayed on the ceiling, as if he were afraid to look you in the eye when you answered. Afraid you had an answer he wouldn’t like.

“I dunno.” You admitted, honestly. You didn’t know, truly you didn’t. Kissing Ashely wouldn’t be so bad, but you hardly knew the girl. Not to mention her heavy attachment to you. It could get worse if she kissed you.

Leon nodded, not sure of how to answer your admission. He laid there, your eyes on him as you laid on your side. You wished so desperately for him to kiss you, or hold you, or do something. It was painful, the thought that he didn’t feel the same.

“Would that bother you?” You dared to ask, voice so low it was almost inaudible as you spoke.

Leon was still quiet for a long moment, maybe considering whether to answer seriously or with his usual dry humor. The latter won. “Not something I’d wanna walk in on.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Why? Because we’re girls?”

“Because she’d be kissing you.” He responding, saying it lightly, like the meaning of that simple sentence wasn’t the heaviest thing you’d ever heard.

Your mind did circles, your heart raced. Did he mean that because you were his partner? Or did he mean it out of jealousy. God, you hoped it was jealousy.

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned, voice apprehensive and unsure.

Leon shrugged, a soft, unintelligible grunt falling from his lips. He didn’t look over at you, his eyes still trained on the ceiling. The nagging feeling that was ever present in your chest worsened. The silence was deafening, painful. Then, finally, he spoke.

“It’d just be weird. It’s Ashely, it’d be weird.” He mumbled, like even he didn’t believe his own answer.

Leon’s words befuddled you, made you frown in contemplation. “Because it’s Ashley? What you mean by that?”

“I mean it’s Ashley. It’d be weird.” He repeated, not clarifying at all. This annoyed you.

Eyes narrowed, lips in a line, you scoffed. “Thanks for the explanation.”

“Anytime,” Leon clipped back playfully. But you were in no playful mood.

You huffed, Leon picking up on your attitude as you sat up in bed. “Seriously, what’d you mean by that?”

Leon let out a scoff of his own, rolling his eyes as he looked over at you. “I mean it’s just a weird thought. You and Ashley. We, we just met her, okay?”

“Oh,” you nodded, wishing you hadn’t jumped to your own conclusions internally. You’d thought he meant it was weird because she wasn’t him. Or maybe that he wanted to kiss you. Not such a simple and obvious answer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, letting out a small sigh to stifle a yawn. “Look, can we get some sleep now? Kinda have a long trip home tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” You mumbled, lying back down on your back, eyes on the cracked ceiling once again.

It was quiet again, the discomfort of silence present once more as Ashley slept in the bed next to yours, and Leon tired to sleep beside you. Your mind buzzed with a thousand variations of the same question: why did Leon actually care so damn much?

“Go to sleep. You think too loud.” Leon grumbled, shifting to lay on his side, back facing you.

“At least some of us think,” you quipped quietly, earning a scoff of a laugh from him before he went silent for the final time that night.

Of course Leon woke up at dawn. The asscrack of fucking dawn. And it wasn’t like he was quiet either. Shuffling of his feet as he stumbled to the bathroom, the sink creaking on. You tried so hard to stay asleep, but your stupid internal alarm clock was ringing too. Oh to be in D.C. where it was still dark.

“C’mon, get up. We need to get moving.” Leon said, his voice somewhat gentle as he rested a hand on your shoulder once he’d emerged from the bathroom, fully changed.

“I’m up. You’re loud.” You mumbled, voice muffled as you pressed your face into the pillow.

“Jesus,” Leon whispered under his breath. “Even Ashely’s up.”

“Good for her,” you nestled deeper into the pillow, hearing a second set of footsteps head toward the bathroom. Less than five short seconds later, Leon yanked the covers from your body, sending a muffled yelp from your lips.

“Up, we need to move.” Leon said again, giving your leg a small shake as you grumbled on about a lack of sleep. His gentleness was gone now, replaced by urgency.

Technically, you were still on ‘enemy grounds’. You weren’t safe until you were back on U.S. soil, and even then there carried a risk with Ashley in tow.

So, with more sour encouragement from Leon, you got up and changed into your now dry clothes. Once Ashely used up her turn in the bathroom, you took yours. And not long after, the three of you were heading back toward the lobby of the shabby motel.

You managed to convince Leon to stick around for an extra thirty minutes for a shitty cooked breakfast in the sad excuse for a dining room where the motel offered complimentary breakfast.

Once full of frozen scrambled eggs, stale toast, and really bad coffee, the three of you were on the move once more. It was tricky, getting home like this. Hunnigan had promised that of you made it to a certain location a few miles north of the motel, there would be a chopper waiting to pick you up. Hunnigan hadn’t failed you yet, so you didn’t doubt her.

“How much further?” Ashley asked, her brows creased, forehead already glistening with sweat as the three of you walked through the winding streets of a small village as you had been for the past few hours.

“Not too much. Tired?” You asked, slowing your steps to walk alongside the girl.

She nodded, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Sympathy panged in your chest — Ashley wasn’t built for this like you and Leon were. The two of you had trained for exhausting situations such as these, she had not. You frowned.

“Need some water?” You asked gently, holding out a canteen from your belt. Ashley nodded vigorously, taking the canteen and drinking deeply.

You motioned to Leon to stop for a moment, he frowned, but did nonetheless. You stood with Ashley as she drank, taking a break before going back to drinking the water.

“Thanks,” she smiled, handing the canteen back to you — now half empty. “Sorry, I drank a lot.”

“That’s okay. Can’t have you passing out on us now, can we?” You smiled, taking a sip yourself before latching it back on your belt.

Leon, noticing that Ashely was finished with her break, began walking again. You and Ashely followed, keeping a small bit of distance between you and Leon.

“Hey, I um, I overheard you and Leon talking last night. Not everything, but some of it.” Ashley confessed, her voice a bit hesitant.

“Oh, that so? What’d you hear exactly?” You asked casually, worry springing in your chest.

“Just, I’m sorry because I know you guys have a like, groove or whatever. And I mess it up and I make it weird.”

You frowned for a moment, thinking about her words. Then it hit you — she didn’t hear about the kissing discussion, just the last bit about her being new to the trio.

“Oh, Ashely. You don’t make anything weird. Leon and I… we weren’t talking about you making things weird.” You promised, lips curved downward as you and Ashley walked behind Leon.

“Then why’d Leon say that?” Ashely asked, the insecurity obvious in her voice.

You hesitated, unsure whether or not to say it to her face. That he’d thought you two were going to kiss. After a moment of consideration — and seeing Ashely’s sad, curious eyes — you decided to just say it. Consequences be damned.

“Because he thought you were going to try to kiss me. When he came out of the bathroom last night.” You explained gently, shrugging as if it weren’t a big deal. When it kind of was.

The girl was quiet for a long moment, her brows creased, lips turned downward. She swallowed, looking back at you from where she’d been staring at her feet. “And he meant it’d be weird if I did kiss you?”

“Yeah, that’s what he meant. Not because we’re girls,” you were quick to interject your previous statement. “But because it’s just… that you and I don’t really know each other that well.”

Ashley nodded, walking beside you as you followed Leon along the uneven stone paths. Every once in a while, he’d glance backward to make sure you weren’t lingering behind or somehow gotten lost.

“Okay,” one simple word carried such finality. It shook you — Ashley was uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird. I just wanted to be honest.” You tried to explain gently but firmly. You didn’t want her to think you were strange.

“You didn’t make me feel weird.” Ashely shook her head, eyes squinting in the mid-afternoon sun as she looked over at you.

You smiled a little, relieved you hadn’t put her off or made her uncomfortable. That really was the last thing you wanted. “Good,”

The three of you continued to walk along, and a little further up, you demanded a break. Leon huffed, claiming you didn’t have time for a break. But the sun was warm and you were quickly running out of water.

So, you stopped for a quick fifteen minutes before setting off again. Leon was walking much quicker than before — dead set on getting to the extraction point before sundown. Which was very much possible as you were a mere four miles away.

There was a chopper waiting, just as Hunnigan had promised. God, you’d mentally decided to name your first born after her, so thankful to finally leave Spain and sit your ass down.

You sat beside Leon in the back compartment of the chopper, all three of you sporting massive headsets to protect your ears. You chatted away with the pilot — a friend of Hunnigan’s named Danny who was funny, and reminded you of the late Mike who died in pursuit of getting you and Leon out of trouble in the village.

With the promise of a good meal and actual hot showers, Danny flew the three of you home. You were busy looking outside the chopper when Leon nudged your knee with his, earning a slightly venomous glare from you before he pointed to Ashley. Who was dead asleep across from you.

The ride back to D.C. was long, around six hours. Most of which were spent talking with Danny or falling asleep, slumped against Leon’s shoulder. Around twenty minutes before you were set to land — you and Leon had been previously discussing what you were doing first, eating, sleeping, or showering — you shook Ashley awake.

The poor thing was groggy and half asleep as you all filed off the chopper and bid goodbye to Danny — whom you’d made a promise to meet up with and have drinks in honor of Mike at his favorite bar he’d mentioned before he tragically died.

A government issued SUV waited for you, instructing the three of you to pile into the back so you could be taken straight to the President, then to testing. Which you put up a damn good fight. Who the fuck cared about testing? You were hungry and tired and dehydrated as hell. Leon shut you up quick though, despite not being happy about the arrangement himself.

Unfortunately, the car ride was around a half an hour. The driver — not as intimidating had he’d first appeared — flicked between radio stations ntil he landed on one he knew was Ahsley’s favorite. (Apparently he’d been the one to drive Ashely to college, so he knew what music she liked).

Much to Ashely’s dismay and deathly embarrassment, the fucking Backstreet Boys were playing. The driver turned it up, also having the knowledge that this particular track was one of Ashley’s favorites.

Unfortunately, you knew the lyrics too. You mumbled along with them, Leon biting back a smile at how ridiculous his own field partner could be.

“You like the Backstreet Boys?” Ashely asked, her cheeks a bit warm as you bopped your head to the beat and hummed along.

“Nah, but don’t be embarrassed.” You shook your head, smiling at the girl who was sitting between you and Leon.

“Music is music, blondie.” Leon agreed, nodding his head with your positive attitude. He looked back over Ashely’s head at you, trying hard not to smile at your antics. God, you could be so stupidly immature sometimes.

“Oh,” Ashley mumbled, slinking down further in her seat as the driver made the final turn and parked the SUV.

Leon exited first, then Ashley, and you to follow up the rear. You and Leon were armed, still charged with protecting Ashely, no matter the fact that you were indeed on U.S. soil again, and at the White House. The President didn’t greet you outside to your surprise, but you were ushered immediately to his office.

There he was reunited with his daughter, the emotional moment making you have to quietly clear your throat because it even choked you up to see Ashley so happy to see her father again.

You and Leon were thanked profusely, promised your compensation and the highest of honors and awards. To which you didn’t really want (except the money, fuck, you wanted the money), but you knew better than to even try to deny.

With that, you and Leon were quickly dismissed, told you were being led to government testing to be sure you really were clear of the parasites. You gave Ashley a quick goodbye smile and hug, Leon giving her a pat on the shoulder, telling her to behave herself.

She looked so unsure, so strange standing in the Oval Office, clothes grimy and blood stained, hair mussed as she watched you and Leon being escorted from the room.

The First Daughter felt a strange sort of emptiness in her chest then, watching you leave. Her brows furrowed as her father spoke incessantly to her about how worried he’d been and how much he missed her. You were agents, assigned to bring her home and leave. No more, no less. So why was she so devastated to see you go?

Of course, you felt a little sad to leave the girl behind. Despite spending only around forty-eight hours with Ashley, you found yourself realizing you’d miss her. Her smile and her comments and her laugh. The way she always asked if you were alright when you should have been doing so to her. How she tried her hardest to defend you and Leon, despite her chronic helplessness.

These things were not spoken to Leon though as you two walked out of the White House together, followed by guards back to the SUV you’d arrived in. But, even though you didn’t say it, you knew Leon felt it too. Somehow, in forty-eight short hours, Ashley had left a mark on you. The both of you. And you missed her already.

“Wait!” You stopped in your tracks, you and Leon almost simultaneously looking over your shoulder to see Ashley running out of the White House after you. She was panting, trying to catch up.

She ran to Leon first, wrapping her arms around his neck, taking the agent by such surprise it made him stumble backwards a bit. Leon wasn’t much of a hugger, you knew this personally. But, despite the action being hesitant and awkward, he hugged her back.

After a few moments — which you knew in your bones were long for Leon — he gave her a quick pat on the back. Ashely took the motion in stride and unlinked herself, smiling at him.

Then, she turned to you. Of course, you expected a hug as well, and you got one. She wrapped her arms around your neck too, you wrapped your arms around her middle, hugging her back with no hesitation. But what you hadn’t expected, was for her to lean back and press a kiss to your lips.

You paused, frozen, eyes wide as Ashley kissed you. What the fuck? She wasn’t a bad kisser, actually. You felt a little bad, not kissing her back as Ashley pulled away, letting go of you and taking a step back. You sort of wished you had kissed her back. But, as the girl stood there, she held no contempt for the fact that you hadn’t. She knew she’d taken you by complete surprise.

“Thank you, both of you. I know I already said it, but thank you for saving my life. It, it means a lot.” Ashely said, her lips — which had been as soft as you thought they were — curved in a sweet smile. Baby blue eyes darted between you and Leon.

Leon who was as shocked as you that Ashley had kissed you with such little hesitation. He was still recovering as well.

Ashely said no more, just offering one last wide smile before turning around and walking away. Her guard — which had followed her outside, running behind her — escorted her. She didn’t even look back, didn’t get a second look at the still shocked look on your face.

“Holy fuck,” you said finally, looking away from Ashley’s retreating figure to look at Leon. He was shocked as well, brows raised as he blinked for a moment.

“Yep, that was weird.” Leon mumbled, nodding as if in affirmation. He said no more, turning around and walking to the SUV, leaving you in momentary silence.

You blinked yourself back to the present, realizing Leon’s comment. You frowned, turning and quickly walking to the SUV as well. “So I didn’t just have a dehydration induced hallucination? She actually kissed me?”

“She actually kissed you,” Leon nodded as he buckled in the SUV, you climbing in and sitting beside him. The car started and rolled out of the parking lot.

“Oh my God.” You said, brows raised, shaking your head. You were unsure of what else there really was to say. You were at a total loss for words.

“Fucking weird.” Leon shook his head, whispering again.

This caused you to look over at him, brows raised. “Why? Because we’re girls?” You brought up your challenge from the previous night, knowing full well you’d get the same damn response.

“No, because it's you.”

You frowned deeper, lips downturned. Oh, you liked a good fucking challenge. “You think I’m like, un-kissable, or something, Kennedy?”

Leon rolled his eyes, exhaustion obviously catching up to him. He looked tired — physically and mentally. “I didn’t say that. It’s just weird.”

“See, that’s not an explanation. Just like it wasn’t last night.” You chided, eyes narrowed.

“Christ,” Leon mumbled under his breath as shook his head, clearly regretting ever speaking in the last five minutes. “It’s just weird to see my partner being kissed like that.”

You took this as your chance, a grin forming on your lips. “By another girl? Or just in general?”

“General.” Leon responded, obviously not caring of how bored it sounded.

“Jealous or something?” You challenged further, lips pulled in a shit-eating grin.

Oh you’d gotten him there. You could tell by the way Leon’s shoulders tensed and his too casual expression that he was, indeed, sickeningly jealous. An idea — stupid, one that may ruin your dynamic — popped into your head.

You turned your body to face Leon in the backseat, grinning as he frowned at your sudden closeness. With no hesitation or moment for him to react, you leaned forward and kissed him. Square on the mouth. It must be a thing for blondes to have really soft lips.

Leon didn’t say a word, didn’t pull back, didn’t move. He just let you kiss him. Which was strange in and of itself. You placed a hand on his cheek, him a hand on the back of your neck. Eureka, he’d wanted to kiss you all along. Fuck yes, that’s all you could think.

Leon was a decent kisser too, a really good kisser actually. You scooched a little closer, allowing him to hold you by the back of your neck, your body relaxed against his as if it were natural to do so.

Was this what Ashely was feeling when she’d kissed you? Absolute elation and joy? You didn’t let yourself wonder too much, getting swept up in the fact that you were kissing Leon. His hand was gentle yet firm on the back of your neck, your hand on his cheek drifting down to rest against his chest. This moment, God you wished it could last forever.

Which unfortunately, it didn’t. You heard someone clear their throat, the driver looking at you through the rear view mirror. You pulled back, cheeks a little warm. You must look like some sort of girl. Someone who got around maybe. First the First Daughter had kissed you, now you were verging on making out with your field partner in the backseat of a government vehicle.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away from Leon and sitting back on the seat.

Leon scoffed to himself, letting his hand fall from where it’d been resting on the back of your neck. “You’re stupid,”

“Excuse me?” You let out a small laugh. You’d kissed him and he was calling you stupid? What the hell?

“I can’t believe it took you that long to realize.” Leon shook his head, making you roll your eyes. He’d been jealous the whole time. So the comment of how weird it’d been that Ashley would kiss you — and actually had — was exactly what you thought. Huh, you were some amateur detective.

“Shut up,” you smiled, mumbling as you crossed your arms over your chest, sinking into the seat.

“Nope.” Leon shook his head, making you smile wider.

Maybe these tests wouldn’t be so bad, now that you had two kisses to think on. One you could only ever remember, and one you could receive a million more of once all this was over.

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[ellavatorz]

My Beloved || c.b. x reader

prompt: dating Colby has its up and downs, but your love never lessens. and two years down this same path, you’re still absolutely love-struck for each other.

tw/cw: smut, fem!reader, established relationship, semi-sub/dom dynamic, name-calling.

a/n: this is for a lovely anon. thank you for suggesting this prompt for me to write, it was a fun one. I hope you all enjoy it as well.

pic is not mine, found on Pinterest.

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It wasn’t every day that Colby found himself drowning in his and Sam’s workload. However, it also was uncommon for him to not have something to occupy him.

Today, it just so happens that the virtual meetings he had planned were postponed for a later date, and his editing had taken a shorter time to finish than he anticipated.

And so, with a day’s worth of taxing effort being cut short, Colby treated himself to a bath. After texting you the details of his day’s end, of course.

Even as two years passed, the commitment of settling into a place of your own has remained an unspoken topic. Although it’s definitely doable, that step forward just hasn’t arrived yet.

Which is why you end up driving a few neighborhoods down to Sam, Kat and Colby’s shared home. Having a spare key, you welcome yourself to the upper level of the home and into Colby’s room.

Settling into his bed and under the comfort of his scent, you find yourself grinning at the idea that your presence would be a surprise for your boyfriend. And as if on cue, Colby’s voice can be heard from the bathroom, echoing a song his phone plays.

Soon after the song hums to a stop, Colby is escaping the mist of the warm shower’s humidity with a towel secured around his waist. You quirk a brow at his entrance, noting the manner in which his happy trail peeks out from seam of the towel.

“Well shit, here I was thinking I’d be the surprise but it looks like you beat me to it.”

Colby blanches at the sound of your voice, eyes darting directly to his bed to find you. He grins, eyes crinkling into a pair of half moons. Instantly, his body is gravitating towards you, that same damn smile settling into the quirk of his lips.

“I’m very pleased to see you, baby.” He admits, barely getting a knee through the comforter before you’re stopping him with a hand to his chest.

Confused by the sudden pause, Colby looks for any signs of discomfort in your body language. Once he’s found none, he looks into your eyes with furrowed brows. You smile in return, rubbing the skin of his chest gently.

“I thought you’d be excited to see me, but I didn’t think you’d be that excited.” You say, gesturing with your eyes toward the evident tent beneath the towel.

“Ah,” he chuckles, following your sight to his crotch. He flushed red and suddenly you’re reminded of how much you love to see him flustered. Cute, you think.

“Though I can’t say I’m not in the same boat.” You voice, ridding yourself of the sheets you were just enveloped in. You lead his hand to your lower half, nudging his fingers between your legs.

His jaw slacks at the feeling of your short’s dampness, caressing you gently as if unsure.

“Fuck,” he exhales and sits himself on the edge of the bed, hand not once disturbed from its place in between your legs. “I didn’t know I had that kind of power over you.”

“Oh please. You can’t possibly think that by standing there, looking as virile as you do with hardly any fabric on you, I won’t drop everything I’m doing just to claim what’s mine now, do you?”

You answer hastily. Gaining confidence with the sudden adrenaline rush, you taken it upon yourself to tug him free of the towel; allowing it to plop onto the ground beside the bed.

“You know what you’re doing. So let me give it to you.” You continue, boring your gaze straight into his eyes.

“And what’s that?” He quips, throat bobbing with the sultriness in his voice. He leans further into your space, snaking his free hand around your throat.

“Everything and anything you want it to be. So tell me, my pretty boy.. how do you want me?”

Without missing a beat, he’s hovering over you and working his way down your neck; trailing both saliva and welts as he reaches your clothed breasts.

Irritated with the sudden interruption, he rocks his hips against your shorts as he begins to remove your top. Growling at the stubborn fabric, he decides against undoing the clasp, and instead tearing through what he could to get to you.

You make an effort to scold him for mindlessly shredding your belongings but your words fall short when his mouth has attached itself to your breast.

Nipping at the perks of your chest, Colby hums in content upon hearing your delicate moans.

“Fuck, Colby, please—“ you whimper, feeling his growth camber against the exposure of your thigh.

“Please? And here I thought you’d own up to your word and let me have you however I wanted.” He retorts while gripping your hips with both hands, squeezing with vigor.

A bashful squeak replaces your response as he draws you in by the chin, reaching a hand behind your the arch of your back to stabilize you.

“And I want you miserable.” He concludes just before shoving you back into the mattress. With a staggered huff, you begin to chew at your bottom lip with anticipation, knowing damn well this could go one of two ways;

He could have you writhing in pleasure as he fucks into you, blinded by his quirk for pleasing you before himself. OR he could play by his own game and torment you until satisfied.

You hope for the latter.

“On your knees.” He orders, tugging your shorts past your legs, panties slipping off along with them. Rather than playing a bratty role, you follow as told.

Sloping into a downward angle with your ass in the air, you irrationally begin swaying your hips in a taunting manner.

Before you have time to comprehend what’s happening, your skin is left stinging in affect of the reddened hand print Colby has left. Mounting himself over your spine, he begins working his fingers through the folds of your cunt.

Heaving a pitched gasp, you lean forward out of reflex. Clearly, Colby has had enough of your antics as he responds by entangling his hand in your hair, pulling at the roots of your scalp until there’s tears filling your eyes.

A dazed moan rests in the air, but you’re far too gone to identify who’s it was. Then, Colby’s voice is echoing in your ear, breath whispering beyond the shell to where you can feel the stubble on his chin rub against your cheek.

“You’re such a sloppy little shit. Look at how much of a mess you’re making in my bed. And just off of my fingers?” He tantalizes in an ever so cocky manner. He feigns a laugh before removing his fingers from your heat and bringing them to your face.

With the grip on your hair, he tilts your head in his direction and uptakes the lewd task of lapping away at his fingers; tasting you.

“So messy. Making me clean up after you? Hah.” He chuckles, his eyes glazed over with a rawness of libido. Once he’s finished with his little show, he’s releasing his hold on your hair and returning you into a lying position— where he can see you and vice versa.

You aimlessly reach for him and he naturally hovers toward you, crowding into you to presses a slew of passionate, slow and hard kisses to your mouth.

“Fuck me, please. Please, Colby? Make me yours, please.” You whine, hands cupping his face. Embracing one of your hands in his, Colby allows his alter ego to falter for a moment to smile at you.

“With pleasure, my love. You’re always mine.” He counters just before aligning himself with your entrance. Your chest rises and falls with the feeling of your heat being filled, tightly compressing and decompressing with a pulse of its own.

Colby’s moans echo your own, parroting your noises here and there. The head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot, creating stars to appear before your eyes. Again, you reach for your boyfriend and he responds by bringing one hand to your cheek, cupping it gently as he kisses you with an equal amount of delicacy.

After a few more ragged thrusts, you feel yourself reach your climax in unison with Colby. Riding out the remainder of your highs, you breathe heavily and manage to rasp a small “fine,” when Colby searches for your awareness and well being.

Collapsing beside you, Colby tugs the covers over your recovering form before trailing light pecks over your shoulder. Although you’re too exhausted to reciprocate them, you smile and thank him before he’s moving again.

Returning from the bathroom with a damp towel in hand, he begins the task of aftercare for the both of you. When he’s finished, and just before he’s making a move to toss the towel into the laundry bin, you wrap a hand around his wrist, halting his movements.

He peers down at you with a smile on his face. You return it, despite it forming a little lopsided.

“I love you.” You murmur, shutting your eyes. There’s a soft peck placed in your forehead, his woodsy sent envelopes you.

“I love you too.” He replies. “So much.”

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[cakeboxie]

Bonfire

kinktober day no. 3

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Pairing: Wriothesley/afab gn sub reader

CWs: a/b/o dynamics (alpha wrio + beta reader), breeding, semi public at the start, jealous wrio, established relationship

AN: Btw I haven’t actually played any of the Fontaine archon quests so if he’s horribly ooc I’m so sorry lmao also I was compelled to write actual p in v smut for once which was, an experience.

Kinktober masterlist

Winter in Fontaine is awful if you’re not used to it. The humidity never ceases and while it doesn’t often get below freezing, the chill still manages to worm its way into your bones unless you bundle up.

This year is no different in terms of weather, but you are not cold for once. Wriothesley‘s arm stays wrapped comfortably around your waist as you walk through the streets of Fontaine together. Despite the cryo vision that perpetually hangs over his shoulder; he is always pleasantly warm.

It’s rare he leaves the underworld, but he was required to attend a formal event hosted by Furina. (a celebration of sorts if you remember correctly) Hence your ongoing little adventure towards the grand venue the invitation directed you to. Wriothesley tightened his grip on you slightly as you both neared the entrance. Stopping for a moment to adjust the way your top was sitting so the bond mark on your shoulder was visible. Along with him nuzzling into the spot to further reinforce that you were very, very taken.

The inside of the hall was bustling with people, all dressed formally in hues of blue and gold as per the invitation. With servers weaving through the crowd, politely serving small refreshments and a seemingly never ending amount of champagne flutes.

It didn’t take long for you to get separated from Wriothesley, the push and pull of the crowd dragging you from his side despite the possessive hold he had on your waist since stepping into the building. Not that you minded too much, moving from group to group before ending up in the center of a group of alphas.

Typically you wouldn’t worry, you’re a beta yourself and the smell of Wrio clings to your skin. Loudly proclaiming that you’re not to be fucked with unless whoever chooses to fuck around will be finding out in the form of one very pissed Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.

But, with the smell of alcohol heavy in the little corner you’d wound up in you were less sure of your safety. Though you didn’t need to worry for long.

“Hey guys, save us all some trouble and step away from my mate, alright?”

And like that the men were gone. Fleeing with their proverbial tails between their legs as your boyfriend approached you slowly.

“Did they do anything to you, anything at all?”

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Before you could ask why he had brought you here his lips were pressed against yours. His broad frame caging you against the wall as he kissed you desperately.

After a long moment he breaks the kiss with a reluctant growl. Propping himself against the wall with one arm, the other coming up to your waist to pull you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder and mouthing at your bond mark between words.

“If those idiots can’t get the hint with just the mark, I’ll fuck you so full of my cum no one can look at you without knowing you’re mine.”

His voice is low and quiet as he talks, finally pulling away from your neck to kiss you again.

His eagerness is clear in the way he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and oozing desperation. His hand on your hip moves further down, shamelessly groping at your ass and grinding his clothed cock against you.

The next time he breaks the kiss to breath you gently push him away, and the man whines like you’ve just kicked him out into the rain.

“Love we’re in public, not even well hidden and there’s a lot of important people.”

He gives his best puppy dog eyes, but relents when you don’t budge. Hastily fixing his tie and once again adjusting your own outfit to show off the bond mark. Before leading you back into the main hall, albeit reluctantly.

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly, and quickly. You stay attached to Wriothesley at the hip and the group of men that bothered you initially never reappeared.

Before long you both were back in Meropide, and his hands were on you as soon as the door to your shared home was closed. Unceremoniously pushing you against the door and kissing you intensely.

This time through you welcome his advances, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck as he kissed you. He worked to get the buttons on your top undone, struggling enough that he was forced to break the kiss and actually look at what he was doing. Mumbling a half assed apology as he undid the buttons, before pulling the garnet off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

His mouth quickly found its way to your neck as he bit into your bond mark. Further darkening the permanent bruise while his hands held you firmly by your hips. His clothed cock straining against the fabric of his pants while he rut against you.

Once he was content with your bond mark he moved to your chest, happily littering your skin with bites and hickeys while his hands undid your pants. With significantly more ease than your top.

With your pants out of the way he hurriedly plunges his fingers into your drooling core. Growling into your neck as your velvety walls grip his digits as he works you open.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet for me- god I can’t wait to stuff you with my cock.” He continues to ramble into your shoulder as he works you open. Shakily grinding against your thigh as he does.

He decides you’re ready enough for him and turns you so your chest is pressed against the door, with your ass on full display alongside the slick that had begun to dribble down your thighs. He wastes no time undoing his pants enough to pull out his heavy cock. Tapping the head of it against your soaked cunt before slowly sinking into you. You can feel the restraint in his movements as he carefully pushes in to the hilt. His grip on your hip borders on bruising as he forces himself to stay still and give you time to adjust.

His resolve shatters as soon as you tell him he can move. The hand on your hip moves so it’s wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest as he sets a brutal pace. His other arm braced against the door as he snapped his hips against yours over and over again.

It’s not long before your first orgasm washes over you. Wriothesley groans into your neck as you sob from the stimulation. Mumbling out a feeble “keep your voice down.” As he pushed his fingers into your mouth. He bites your shoulder hard as he continues rutting into you. Sharp canines digging into your flesh, with just enough restraint to not break skin.

You feel his knot begin to swell as he reaches between your thighs. His fingers quickly finding your clit.

“Be good for me and cum one more time before I fill you with my pups yeah?”

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[bbyquokka]

Skz members and thigh fcking? It can be dom or sub skz. I just feel like certain members would absolutely love the feel of fucking your squishy thighs :3

skz and thigh fucking!

SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, thigh fucking, dom/sub dynamics, public settings, established relationship, sadism (seungmin), degrading names, pet names, some possessiveness (minho), idol au, orgasm denial, semi proof-read. IF I MISSED ANY, LMK!! words: 1.7k ~ (1,767)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

★﹐chan．﹗﹑

the type to roll you on your side, regardless of where you are. sofa, bed, floor, he doesn't care, as long as he gets to feel your soft thighs caressing his cock. as long as he gets to feel your warmth and hear your soft whimpers and moans. he's also the type to do it whenever he feels like it. taking full satisfaction in using you for his own selfish reasons. he'd ignore your begs and soft pleas of wanting him to touch you, claiming he will only touch you when he has orgasmed. this only fuels you into working harder, moaning just that extra bit more, wiggling your hips against his, clenching your thighs and occasionally rub his tip. when he cums, it would typically coat your thighs and whatever surface you're both on, but it's not enough for him so he'd roll you onto your back and drive every single moan, whimper and beg out off your body until you're both exhausted (or until sunrise)

★﹐minho．﹗﹑

minho would spend his time in caressing your skin. he'd start by kissing and massaging your soft thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. he's so gentle and delicate to you, making your body tingle and belly feel excited from anticipation. don't get him wrong though, he is a possessive man who likes to mark what is his (even if the marks are hidden) teeth sinks into the flesh, harsh suckles as your skin turns purple and feels wet with saliva. minho would look up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips before ordering you to get on all fours. you do but instead of penetrating you like you'd expect him to, he would push your legs together, hold your hips and slowly push his cock between your thighs. the long moan that would emit from his lips is a new, foreign sound that you've never heard before. you dare look back and when you do, you see your usual, composed man slowly crumbling with each thrust and rub of his cock between your delicious thighs. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking. lips parted as breathy moans and grunts escaped his throat. he'd hold himself, wanting to continue on and feel more and more of you. he'll never feel satisfied when it comes to you, his hunger only heightening until it become dangerous. 

★﹐hyunjin．﹗﹑

much like chan, he doesn't care where or when. he wants you and he will have you. his favourite place to fuck your thighs, is in a changing room or public bathroom. he'd bend you over, your hands planted on the mirror or cold tiles. his pants and underwear below his knees, yours around your ankles. the reason he likes doing it in public so much, is because he likes watching you struggle to not make a sound. he loves how you desperately bite down on your lip too hard to the point where you'd draw blood. how even a slight moan or whimper could echo or cause the people around you to stop what they're doing and question “what was that sound?” if you're really struggling, he would cover your mouth and muffle your moans. most of the time though, he just likes watching you suffer. whilst fucking your thighs, he would play and do other things to highten your pleasure. fingers wrapped around your neck, playing with your nipples or sucking on his long fingers. sometimes it's too much for you both and you'd cum together, sometimes you cum without him even touching you and vise versa.

★﹐changbin��﹗﹑

changbin is the type to be a switch. he loves every part of you and loves to dominate you. he loves grabbing your thighs and pulling you close to him, one hand in your hair, one hand on your hips as he sloppily thrusts between your thighs, but he likes it when you take control halfway through. when you demand him to slow down. when you call him degrading names like “slut” and “whore.” when you demand him to hold, denying him of his orgasm that's fast approaching with each degrading name you call him. your baby girl would feel so ashamed, so embarrassed when he would cum without your permission. he'd apologize profusely, begging for no punishment (even though he wants to be punished) you'd deny him of touch, your thighs are off limits, much to his dismay. he cannot touch you or himself until you say so and all poor binnie can do, is nod his head and agree with tearful eyes.

★﹐jisung ．﹗﹑

he wants the thighs and he would do anything for the thighs. your thighs are his favourite part of your body. he loves seeing the elastic of your thigh highs dig into your skin creating a skindentation. he loves watching your thighs every time you wear a skirt or shorts. your thighs in jeans or sweatpants? he is a weak weak man. you know he likes your thighs and is weak to them, so you like to tease him. you  purposefully wear tight clothing that grip onto your thick thighs, watching jisung practically salivate. sometimes it gets too much for him to bear. his cock so hard, it hurts and strains against his clothing. he'd have to drag you somewhere and pull down your clothing whilst saying sorry over and over again. his hands shaky with need, his penis red and angry. you'd pretend to be mad at him but secretly, you love watching jisung crumble and succumb to his own need and lust. once his penis is between your plush thighs, he feels relief but it only takes a few thrusts before he is a crumbling, sobbing mess as his cum shoots out and soils your clothing.

★﹐felix．﹗﹑

you'd notice he is a little stressed. his dancing seemed off. he was making mistakes that he wouldn't normally make and would get annoyed very quickly. he's sexually frustrated due to being busy with the upcoming comeback. having you watch his every move and being dressed so beautifully is not helping the man to keep his composure. after the nth mistake, he'd mumble a “i can't fucking do this.” in an impatient tone as he'd grab your wrist and pull you up on your feet. he'd spin you around, hastily pull down your clothing. you'd try to protest but as soon as you see his lustful eyes staring at you via the dance room mirror, do you understand. soft kisses on your neck along with nibbles and sucks. his hands roaming along your thighs before gently parting them enough for him to slide his penis between them. he'd start off slow and steady, increasing his tempo as he feels the relief of pleasure wash over him in waves. hands playing with your nipples, teeth sinking into the back of your neck, he listens to your gentle moans. “we don't have much time. help me.” he'd beg. you'd nod and reach down, thumb rubbing his soaked head fast and rough. long, deep moans in your ears, his hips bucking and movements uncoordinated. you'd know he's close so you would place your hand in from of his cock and feel his cum shoot out on the palm of your hands. unfortunately, it would spill onto the floor and somehow land on the mirror causing you both to clean it up or get scolded by chan.

★﹐seungmin．﹗﹑ 

much like hyunjin, seungmin likes it more when he is aware there's people around. your hands would be clutching the cold metal of the bathroom sink, the door left unlocked on purpose by seungmin. he wants someone to walk in, he wants someone to see how you're not so innocent. he'd do anything and everything to make you moan louder and louder, his cock rubbing between your thighs. he'd pull your hair, bite on your earlobe, praise you and gently choke you. he'd do everything to drive out every single moan and whimper and make you be heard by the members. tear stained cheeks, clothing above the chest and below the knees, you'd beg for more but seungmin is a menace and would refuse. the painful ache growing and growing with each thrust to the point you're on the verge of tears. after hearing you beg and cry for more, he would pull his cock out from your thighs which would leave you all confused. you'd question him and when he'd say “i'll fuck you later.” do you cry. seungmin loves it when you cry, he loves making you crumble to this state. it's sadistic, he knows but he can't help looking at your crying face and see you beg and plead. tears rolling down your hot cheeks, broken sobs as you beg and beg and beg. his penis would twitch and leak before he himself, can't take no more. he'd pick you up by your ass, pin you to the bathroom door and penetrate you, fucking you against the bathroom door. if the members couldn't hear you both before, then can hear you both now.

★﹐jeongin．﹗﹑

he's experimenting. he wants to find out what he likes and doesn't like. he knows he loves your body and thighs but he wants to know what it feels like to have his penis between the soft flesh. he'd bring it up to you and you would happily agree, much to his relief. foreplay would be standard. kissing until you both struggle to breathe, nipples being played with until they are tender and swollen. hair being pulled and ruffled with love bites decorating each others skin. when the time would come, Jeongin would grab your legs by the ankles and hold them together and up. he'd slowly insert his penis between your thighs, letting your legs rest on his shoulder so he could look at you. it's not something he would expect. the sudden warmth he is welcomed by, the softness of your plush thighs that caress him so deliciously. you'd watch his every move, watch him go through every emotion. it'd make you feel giddy, watching Jeongin kiss your ankles and legs as he constantly thanks you for letting him do this whilst tightly holding onto your legs. the feeling is so new but good to him that he wouldn't last long. cum would shoot out onto your stomach and chest, catching you both by surprise. he'd fluster a deep shade of embarrassing red, letting go of your legs and grabbing some wipes to wipe away the cum. you'd say it's ok but he can't help but feel bad so he would pleasure and treasure you all night.

note: it sort of rushed so i apologise for that :( but i hope it's enjoyable nonetheless! ‹3 remember, requests are closed but thoughts are open! pls leave feedback, reblog & enjoy ‹3

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

#[ lilquokka04 ] #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #skz x you #stray kids x you #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #chan x you #minho x you #changbin x you #hyunjin x you #felix x you #jisung x you #seungmin x you #jeongin x you

[heytherelysia]

dazai w/ a quiet + stern reader

hi so i have no idea what's up in the recent s4 bsd and im so eepy to start watching it but i love goosamu w all my heart. tried to not make this as self-insert-y as much as possible. format is very messy as it shifts to bulleted to non-bulleted.

gn reader, established relationship, semi-proofread and kinda horrible grammar, pretty tame mention of double suicide, very cheesy fluff, potentially ooc dazai.

he is the definition of what a menace is.

several papers that are scattered on the table, in need of your review and signature. in the midst of inking the papers, a finger twirls the side of your hair, and so you realize that the papers are not the only thing that acquires your attention.

you glance at the man next to you, a singular hand cups his face, twirling your hair as he kicks his feet, mimicking a lovesick schoolgirl. although, he isn't bothering you as much as he usually does. you return to your duties and he hums a song, possibly another improvised double suicide song.

osamu makes up the absence of speech you speak, he is the first to ask you how your day was when you come home. despite that you do not speak until necessary, it does not bother him. he loves hearing your voice, even if it's coming from your usual one-to-two word sentences.

your eyes and mind are occupied to the laptop before you, checking for requests that are in need of the detective's attention, but it appears that none of them are worth the agency's help, so you snap to the pile of papers next to the device.

you were accustomed to the sight of stacked papers as you rarely attend missions in the agency unless the situation is dire, that was the nature of your job as a detective. nevertheless, the agency is home to you, even with the rapscallions that also reside in the agency. one of them was near and dear to your heart.

the front door of the office was kicked by a loud 'bang!', so you hold your thought and looked up from that papers.

"good morning belladonaaaa ♡" you look at him with your eyes half closed as he approached your seat.

"...you're late, were you floating by the river again?"

"oh come on! don't be like that!" as if he was a child, he pouts and look to the side. now that he's much closer to you, your eyes instinctively snap to his other hand that's hidden on his back.

you give him a look of curiosity, "what's that behind you?" osamu snaps back to reality, he looks at you and the hidden item gripped in his hands, then he giggles. "...we're not exactly alike but... i'm thankful that we clicked and let alone that you wanted to be with me. i hope you would at least accept this as my immense thanks for you."

despite the fact that you have been dating the man for a long time now, dazai is an enigma to you. even when he has opened up to you regarding his past and suicidal nature, you feel as if you don't know everything about him, but it was never to the point that you think he is dangerous.

the subtle smile that appears on his face as he slowly gives you a bouquet of flowers made you think so.

you are only now able to notice that flowers aren't the only thing containing the bouquet now that you're actually holding it. "my favorite foods? ...you remember?"

"of course" he chuckles, "the way to their heart is through their stomach, don't you agree?"

...

the two of you found the agency members peeking through the door, literally stacked upon each other. they ran off when the both of you acknowledged their presence.

as his superior and partner, you constantly have to tame him even if it means he'll sit still for just a minute.

you suffer the same fate as kunikida and chuuya in having to deal with him, you can't tell if his continuous chatter makes your ears ring or if it's music to your ears.

literally the "talks a lot x listens" dynamic. he babbles all the words and you politely listen. dazai needs a listener anyways.

he invites you to go with him in his adventure to find the best way to go to the next life during your breaks. in some cases that you agree, you're just by the side reading a book, like a parent who is helping their child on the swing.

...

writing this made me realize that i'm horrible at writing dialogues and way better in writing descriptions.

#ellspaper #bungo stray dogs x gn reader #bsd x gn reader #osamu dazai x gn reader #dazai x gn reader #dazai osamu x gn reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #dazai x you #osamu dazai x you #dazai osamu x you #bungo stray dogs x y/n #bsd x y/n #dazai x y/n #osamu dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x y/n #x reader #x gn reader #i've been typing dazai so much im beggining to wonder if that's really his name

[ressjeon]

lazy | kth (m.)

pairing : boyfriend!taehyung x fem!reader

summary : you’re eager to start the day early but Taehyung wants to stay in bed so you can’t figure out if he’s still sleepy or just being...lazy.

rating : 18+

genre : fluff, smut, established relationship, pwp

word count : 2.8k

warnings : fellatio, semi breath play?, light face fucking?,dirty talk, restraints? unprotected sex, creampie, a LOT of teasing cuz Tae is so annoying 😭 (wbk but they’re both brats so)

a/n: did not mean to post this first but here we are lmfao. also you’ll see their dynamics here so wehee enjoy my late ass update 🤡

— part of perfect two series — masterlist

You’ve been glaring at your boyfriend when you should be enjoying the early rays of the sun coming through the window. Already dressed up in a black bikini, your current search for your sundress to pair it with seem to be fruitless. Taehyung too is still hugging that grey pillow against his body, eyes closed and ignoring your calls of his name.

"Taehyung!"

"Tae, can you not be lazy for once!" you yell again at his slumped figure on the bed but he doesn’t budge, still trying to go back to sleep when you're aware that he's awake already. You ponder on what to do next because you want to swim for as long as you can before the sun's rays become harsh.

This resort that you’re currently in is one of the most popular spots in the city and you’ll be damned if you don’t make the best out of it. You've been planning this small vacation for months so you and Taehyung can get a break from work and school. You could’ve just gone to the water alone but you also want him to try even if he’s not a morning person.

And now you’re going to make him no matter what.

He begins moving around a bit, attempting to find the comfiest position on the bed as you approach his form. As soon as your knees dip on the mattress, he turns his whole body back at you as if he’s drifting back to sleep. Now you’re contemplating if you should’ve continued looking for the sundress first before starting your plan because what you’re currently wearing may potentially get you in trouble or disrupt your plans for the rest of the day.

But Taehyung will give in either way.

Your hand reaches his fluffy hair, running your fingers through them as you stare at his handsome face. Taehyung looks so serene while sleeping, so soft compared to what he was the night prior. Warmth suddenly creeps on your face at the memories, recalling him immediately fucking you against the glass door as soon as you arrived when you were supposed to unpack your belongings.

Taehyung remains his head away from you but he’s almost lying on his back, baring his neck now that his shoulder is out of the way. He’s given you more access to your plan, you blowing a breath on his neck before leaving a kiss on his skin when he doesn't react. Nothing changed so your hand joins in and runs around his chest, manicured nails tracing his collarbones while your mouth continues to leave kisses on the column of his neck.

"babe.." you whisper softly in his ear, almost whining and you're hoping that you sound needy enough so he'll finally cut this act he's doing.

Taehyung body finally resorts to lying on his back, his head facing you as he discards the body pillow he’s hugging on the side, allowing you to see his morning wood. You’re looking at him closely while he moves up to recline himself on the headboard, eyes still closed as he stretches his arms, letting you see his bare stomach.

"well, what are you waiting for?" his morning voice suddenly startles you, his voice always sends shivers through you, never failing to affect you each time you hear it. You stare dumbfoundedly at Taehyung who’s scratching his eye where his bangs are before slowly blinking up at you. He looks adorable, if not for the darkening gaze in his eyes as he roams your body, noticing the minimal clothing that you have on.

You squirm at his scrutinizing gaze, moving instinctively closer to his, one arm propping across his body to lean on the mattress while your other hand begins rubbing his crotch, earning a deep groan from him. Tugging down his grey sweats, you’re met with his already hard cock as it slaps against his black shirt, the sight making your pussy clench in anticipation of having it in your mouth.

You're busy salivating on his leaking cock that you don't even notice Taehyung’s hand sneaking behind you to cup your pussy. You jolt, pushing back into his hand as a reflex, hoping he will finger you but when you turn around to him, he's giving you a smug look despite his sleepy eyes. His fingertips continue to trace along your folds through the tiny piece of clothing, more of your essence coming out because of it.

"is this your surprise for me?" 

You’re about to answer when your breath hitches because instead of removing your thong bikini, Taehyung begins bunching up its waistband and the thin strip above your ass instead. He twists it around and starts tugging it upwards, the friction causes your swollen clit to throb even more. The sensation elicits a small gasp from you, eyes closing and your pussy clenches as he continues to tease you. One of his thick eyebrows raises at you when he hears you whimper, your way of begging him to do something.

"Tae–" 

Your hand wraps around his cock and starts stroking him, spreading his pre-cum from the tip down towards the base while your eyes are focused on his face. Your breathing begins to increase with Taehyung’s ministrations, him ignoring your whines just prompts you to stroke him faster before you ran out of patience and lean in to take him in your mouth.

Taehyung closes his eyes as you start bobbing your head up and down out of desperation so he’ll finally give you what you want. Your boyfriend can withstand foreplay for hours and you’re the opposite so you have to make him relent in fucking you before you completely lose your mind.

That’s the only way you’ll be able to leave your room and start the day though with how his mood is this morning, the chances are getting slim. Taehyung’s quietly moaning with occasional grunts as you continue sucking him. He’s not saying anything and it’s bugging you, the usual praise that you usually hear is not coming out from him.

You’re beginning to think that he could possibly be annoyed at you so you opened your mouth even more and drop your head lower until the tip of his dick reaches the back of your throat. A hand is suddenly on your head, Taehyung’s signal to take him deeper and you obey, causing you to gag around him.

And then he starts laughing.

“you love choking on my cock, don't you babe?” he mocks as he starts bucking his hips slowly up into your mouth. oh, so he wants to fuck your throat.

You just hum in response, deciding to get back at him by avoiding his eyes as you come up because Taehyung does hate it when you don’t maintain eye contact while sucking him off. Tears are welling up around your eyes while trying to fit his cock further in your mouth, your hand pumping the rest of it until your lips reach the base. You slowly release his cock, relaxing your jaw and taking as much air into your nose coming down to accommodate his big dick when Taehyung suddenly snaps his hips.

This is one of Taehyung’s favourites, watching you being desperate to have him in your mouth and then hearing you slobbering around his cock.

A squeal comes out from you when he suddenly pulls your hair up to remove your mouth from him, making you whine in confusion. He was almost there because you felt him twitch and you wanted to swallow his load but he just shakes his head and brings you closer to him when you try to drop your head to go back down his crotch.

“Taehyung!”

He motions to you to lie back beside him and you follow at once. You don’t know what he’s planning next because now he’s yawning as if he just woke up, combing his hair as he gets up to stand on the front end of the bed. He closes his eyes again when he grabs both of your legs to drag you closer to him and you pry your legs open, believing that he’ll finally give you what you want.

But a teasing smile just appeared on Taehyung’s face as soon as he opened his eyes.

He places your legs down, his body in between and he slowly removes his shirt while not looking at you. However, your eyes marvel at his honey skin that’s glowing even more when the sun rays kiss it. He’s not ripped but his toned chest makes up for it, not that you prefer the latter. You love everything in him, your gorgeous boyfriend who’s about to fuck you senseless now that his dark eyes are back on you.

Taehyung pushes down his sweatpants, barely taking out his cock before he presses the tip against your wet core. He looks at you intently, his eyes darkening with mischief and you gulp nervously.

You know that look.

"so, what do you want y/n?" he asks while playfully sliding his cock between your folds, intentionally slipping it off and then he grabs his cock to slap its tip on your clit. He giggles after every whine you make, resuming his teasing as he covers his dick with your wetness. He already knew what you wanted so why-.....is he pulling the sleepy act that you did last time?

You need to think of an answer that would succumb him to finally fuck you but you knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand. As much as he loved to prolong playing with you, he can never deny you each time you want him.

"fuck me?" you ask softly, feigning the begging look on your face and you see his eyes narrowed at that. You begin worrying that he’ll see through your facade but a whisper of "ok" is all you hear before Taehyung positions himself and pushes into your pussy.

A loud cry comes out from you, the stretch from his girthy cock making your mind delirious as soon as he hits the hilt. Taehyung's not giving you a chance to adjust, immediately pulling out to ram his hips into yours, hard. But he stops and stares at you with dark eyes even with the fond expression adorning his face. His response initially confuses you but now you just realized that he knew all along, he was just riding on to your plan.

Taehyung starts moving his hips slowly, bringing your frustration back to the surface because it’s obviously not enough. You knew he was waiting for something but your mind’s turning muddle right now with how he’s teasing you so you give in.

“f-faster, faster Tae please-” you whine, giving him a begging look again but it doesn’t phase him.

“but i’m lazy, remember~?” he singsongs and your eyes widen, realizing that he’s not going to let you off easily from teasing him earlier. You want to pull your hair out when he alternates his pace, gradually increasing his thrusts and slowing down again and again. This one’s not even one of his punishments and you already wanna sob, it’s not enough for you and he knows it.

You're incoherent with your answer, nearly sobbing in frustration when Taehyung suddenly starts fucking you harder, his speed increasing with every thrust.

“you’re so fucking needy when i already fucked you a lot last night” he grunts, eyes narrowing when he catches you in the process of untying your bikini bra. Your eyes meet his and you stopped your movements.

"hands off your body babe" he stresses with a sharp thrust and you follow, hands scrambling on fisting the sheets when he leans and pushes one of your legs higher, reaching deeper inside your pussy.

“fuckkkkk—”

Your moans get cut off when Taehyung’s large hand grips your shoulders, stopping your body from jostling upwards. His other hand takes your left arm, holding it firmly on his side so all you can do is lay there and take what he gives you.

“not satisfied babe? hmm?” he taunts, snapping his hips harder, the echoes of skin slapping overpowering his voice but thankfully you still managed to hear what he said.

“Tae–ah fuck, n-not like that” you mewl, free hand now coming up to desperately claw on his arm that's holding your whole body down because he keeps hitting that bundle of nerves inside you. Your legs are itching to close themselves around his waist but you stop yourself from doing so. You technically didn't disobey him because he never told you to not touch him, just your body.

His eyes gaze down at your bouncing tits and you notice the glint in his eyes to see them spilling from your top bikini. You know he's living for it, his hips increasing in pace as he fucks you until most of your breast are visible to him.

"this pussy already kept me up all night and still you're not letting me sleep" he groans as he bites his bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched in concentration while tightening his hold on your body. His hair is sticking to his forehead now, sweat gathering around his face and you're not doing better but you couldn't care anything at the moment other than how good your boyfriend is fucking you.

"Tae–ngghhh–"

You're so close and he immediately notices it, his other hand moving to rub the pads of his fingers on your swollen clit. He's not far since you've been clamping your walls around him. He leans in to give you a quick kiss initially, looking deeply into your eyes with his mouth open as he reaches his peak.

There's nothing hotter than watching your man lose himself from the pleasure he's in. Taehyung shuts his eyes and he's breathing heavily, hips sloppily thrusting into you and it causes the band in your lower abdomen to break, moaning loudly as your other hand leaves from gripping the sheet to grab his nape.

Your back arches at the overwhelming when your orgasm arrives, pulling Taehyung closer to you. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, eyeing your squirming body in awe while his cum is still painting your walls.

"fuck you're so hot babe" he rasps before he kisses you again, your mouth instinctively opening to welcome his kisses deeper. Taehyung slowly kisses you for a while, basking in the afterglow of your highs before his lips move to your jaw and down to your neck.

"shit Tae.." you whine as soon as his body slump on top of you. His head is on your tits, nuzzling into them like a pillow and you groan at his weight on you. His dick's softening inside you and you're feeling all sticky from your sweaty bodies so you nudge him to get off but he only shakes his head, his hair slightly tickling your skin so you give up.

"still annoyed at me?" you ask warily and he chuckles in return. "no i never was, 'jus wanted to fuck you in this", he murmurs while his finger snaps your top strap against your skin.

"the sun's getting higher now, we won't have enough time for our morning swim!" you squeak, panic in your voice evident but you feel his lips forming into a smile.

"we can do those later" he hums before pulling out, lying on your side as his arm envelopes your waist, caressing your sides while you turn to the side table to grab a few wipes to clean the both of you up. You attempt to sit up from the bed, testing if you still have the energy to go out but you have none.

"okay damn, i'm tired now" you huff, expecting another chuckle from your boyfriend but none came. "Tae?", you turn only to find him back to sleep already.

How he manages to still look good after fucking while falling asleep is beyond you, admiring him as you lie back down beside him. Taehyung's arm is back to wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him and then you hear his breath getting even.

Looks like brunch will also be delayed for today.

e/n: the wc might increase cuz i tend to edit after posting 💀 , also i have no wifi so ye its basically unedited 😭

#taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenarios #kim taehyung #bts v #bts taehyung #bts #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts au #v #bangtan

[planetscoups]

whipped!

pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader

synopsis: you have soonyoung wrapped around your finger. he's willing to do anything for you, always bending to your will without resistance, utterly smitten. so when you ask him for a baby(or a few), who is he to say no?

warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, degradation (slut), pet names(baby, babe, darling, love) exhibitionism kink, breeding kink, praise kink

w/c: 690

The sudden pressure on your scalp made you squeal, your head bending backward from the force of your hair being pulled. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes shutting as your walls closed around your boyfriend’s cock. He had you pinned against the bathroom wall, hopelessly stifling moans as he relentlessly drove into you from behind.

“You’re barely holding it together, darling. If you keep this up it won’t be long before they all hear how much of a slut you’re being for me.” Soonyoung whispered, plush lips grazing your ear. The sensation made you bite back a whine, trying your best not to draw any attention. As much as the thought of it thrilled your boyfriend, you weren't as keen to expose yourself audibly to your friends.

You could hear their not-so-distant voices filtering in through the door, the bump of music hardly enough to cover the lewd sounds that the two of you were making. 

“My good girl, always taking me so well.” Soonyoung praised, tightly gripping your hips. "Getting my dick all pretty and wet with your juices."

You nearly came apart at the flattery, stomach tightening.

“Fuck me harder, Soonie! I’m so close!” you moaned, walls contracting as if to drive the point home.

“Let me hear you, then,” he said, moving further inside until he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back, almost blacking out as he ground into your sopping cunt. “Go ahead, baby. Let the world know how good it feels to come on my dick.”

When you called his name this time, the sound of it rang across the house. Coincidentally, there had been a lull between songs, so your friends definitely heard. The squelch of your pussy gushing as Soonyoung fucked you through your high was unmistakable. And there could be no doubt that the snap of his thighs repeatedly colliding with your ass fell on their ears. To his dismay, the volume of the music was soon raised in hopes of drowning all of that out.

“S-so fucking good!” you screamed, no longer caring to tone yourself down now that the music was blasting. Your knees buckled, losing footing as your body began to give out. You shook violently, and Soonyoung wrapped his arms around your waist as the second orgasm ripped through your body.

"Ah shit, baby," he groaned, leisurely stroking while you lost yourself in his arms. He felt his own climax approaching, and you seemed to have also sensed it, your head whipping around as you pleadingly looked up at him.

“Soonie… Come inside me...” you drawled, half in a daze. He froze at your words, suddenly pulling out with a soft pop. You weren’t on birth control, so he was always extra careful to do the opposite of that.

“Damn, baby. You trying to get pregnant?” he asked you, partly afraid that you’d change your mind. Still, he had to be certain. He tried not to get his hopes up, as if it wasn't his dream to start a family with you. If you were ready, he was willing. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, turning to face him. You propped your arms on his shoulders, giving him a light kiss. “Knock me up, please.”

“D'ya mean it, like for real?!” He asked, his face lighting up. "You're sure about this?!"

“Yes, Soonyoung, I mean it! I want you to put a baby in me!"

“Okay love, if that’s what you want…”

He was determined to give it to you. Who could blame him? The man was whipped, willing to do anything for you. He lifted you up onto the sink, lining himself at your entrance. Slowly, he sank back into your wetness, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. 

“Gonna pump this belly full of my seed. How many do you want, twins? triplets? Quadruplets? Quintuplets?” He posed, every incremental number emphasized by an enthusiastic thrust.

“I don't know, how many would you like, Soonie? I'll bear them all for you, just want to have your babies.”

“Yeah?" He asked, feverishly slamming into your pussy, his head resting on your neck. "Shit, babe, you’ve got it.”

#hoshi smut #hoshi x reader #mayor writes #townie fic

[honeybeefae]

Revenge (Azriel x Reader)

Summary// Cassian and Nesta had used every surface of the House of Wind for their pleasure, not even considering that other people live with them. Azriel thinks it’s time the two of you give them a taste of their own medicine.

(I know this isn’t the Feysand x Bat Boys fic I promised but I hit a MAJOR slump in writing and decided to work on some smaller fics to get myself back in the mindset! It will be here soon though but for now, enjoy this smutty apology gift.)

WARNINGS// 18+ ONLY, Smut, Semi-Public sex, p in v, oral (female & male receiving), established relationship, table fucking, revenge fucking, choking, multiple orgasms, light dom/sub dynamic, shadow restraints, finger fucking, just filth. Enjoy!

Taglist: @whor-3-crux , @mystic-scripture , @lovelynesta

You were laying in bed with Azriel, windows open to let in the cool night air when the noises started. Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand over his face which made you chuckle. 

“Do they not have anything better to do?” He grumbled while pulling you closer. You took in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of his freshly bathed body. 

“They’re newly mated, Az. I’m sure it’ll calm down.” You said as you trailed your fingertips over his chest. “Besides you know how they are. I’m sure the thrill of being caught is half of the fun for them.”

He raised up on his elbows to stare down at you, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Angel we are also newly mated. But unlike my brother, I have respect for others and don’t need an audience to enhance our pleasure.” The last words had his lips curving up in a smirk that sent butterflies to your stomach.

When you went to respond a loud moan echoed throughout the house that had your mate rolling his eyes. If you were being honest, it did slightly get on your nerves for the simple fact that you ate off of the very table they were fucking on right now. You were sure that if they caught the two of you tangled together somewhere they frequented they would-

A dangerous idea stopped your train of thought immediately. Azriel immediately noticed the spark in your eyes and sat up straighter. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Azriel, would you say you believe in revenge?”

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“We’re terrible.” You purred as Azriel kissed his way down your neck in the library. He mumbled something you couldn’t make out before coming back up to your lips, tangling his scarred hands in your hair as he took control of this kiss. Both of your tongues danced around each other while small jolts of pleasure went down to your sex.

One of your hands curled into his hair and tugged so you could attack his throat, biting gently on his pulse which had him growling lowly. “You’re playing dirty, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop the grin as you kissed back up to his face. “Isn’t that what we are supposed to be doing, my love?” You teased before letting out a gasp as he rutted into you, feeling how hard he was. 

The bookshelf behind you creaked when you were pressed further into it. Cassian and Nesta had arrived at home about an hour ago and if they followed their routine, they would be in the study directly across from the library.

“If this plan of yours is going to work I’m going to need you to be louder.” Azriel said as he began to undo the ties of your dress. 

You turned around so that you were facing the books, pushing your ass out teasingly, to give him better access. “I suppose you’re going to have to give me a reason to be loud then.” 

Azriel was not one to be teased or challenged…especially during sex. As soon as the words left your mouth you knew you were in for it. The room was quiet for a few moments until a loud rip reverberated around the room. 

Your dress, or the scraps of it, fell to the floor at the same moment that his large hand covered your throat and yanked you to his body. He choked you just enough to make your eyes widen while his other hand splayed out on your stomach. 

“How about I give you three?”

Suddenly the hand on your stomach went to your bare pussy and began to rub fast circles on your clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You tried to grip his arm but found your arms restrained at your sides, his shadows softly caressing your skin. 

Fuck you were really in for it.

Azriel was unrelenting in his motions as he wound your body up in minutes. He was still dressed in his leathers and you could feel him grind into your ass as your whimpers grew louder. “Does that feel good? Are you going to cum on my fingers? Make those pretty little cries for me?”

Your thighs were starting to shake from just how good he was making you feel. He had wasted no time in bringing you to the peak and just as you were ready to fall over the edge, he moved those fingers into your hole. 

The hand around your throat moved up until you were tilted back to stare up at him, those hazel eyes dark with arousal as he fucked you with his fingers. His thumb began to rub your clit once more and you swore loudly, feeling your walls start to flutter around him.

“Fuck, Az, fuck, please!” You panted while trying to keep eye contact with him. “I can’t, I can’t hold it.”

“Let go, angel. Take what I’m giving you.” Azriel purred before curling his fingers, hitting your spot with expert precision. You cried out his name as you came around his hand, hips desperately grinding down in an attempt to prolong your pleasure. He kissed you passionately as you started to come down, hips still grinding into you.

When you opened your eyes again you whined at the empty feeling of your cunt, turning back to press your body up against his. Azriel’s eyes lit up with wicked seduction as he pried your lips apart with his thumb and made you lick your juices off his fingers.

You fluttered your eyelashes at the Spymaster while swirling your tongue around and around, giving a gentle suck before he pulled them out. 

“Good girl.” He praised as he stroked your cheek affectionately before gesturing to the table by the window. “Now go sit on the edge and spread those beautiful legs for me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, practically sprinting over to it and hopping up to do as he ordered. Both of your thighs were slick with your orgasm and you could see them glisten in the late rays of the sun. 

Azriel began to stalk towards you slowly while untying the strings of his pants. The light coming from the windows framed him perfectly, his wings casting a large shadow over the rest of the library that made it seem like you were the only two in the world. 

He stopped in front of you, placing both hands on your thighs, and sunk to his knees. Your hands were gripping onto the edge of the tablewhile your chest heaved in anticipation. 

“Are you ready to cry for me again, Y/N?” Azriel mused as he peppered kisses on the inside of your legs. When you didn’t reply immediately he nipped your skin, making you yelp. “I expect an answer when I ask a question.”

“I-” You started to say before a shuffling sound outside the door made you still. Azriel heard it as well, smirking as one of his shadows curled up to his ear to whisper secrets only he could hear. 

“We have an audience. Let’s not keep them waiting.” He rumbled before shoving you backwards and wrapping your legs around his shoulders. You had no time to recover as he began to devour your cunt, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over your already sensitive clit before going down to dip into you.

You hadn’t even realized the moan you had let out until you heard your mate chuckle. Both of your hands were gripping the table until your knuckles were white while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

Azriel was a man of many talents but you always thought the best was how well he could eat you out. He greedily sucked all you had for him down and then took more, that long tongue being able to reach all the places you never knew existed.

He hummed around your clit and you clamped your thighs against his arms, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. “Ooooh Az…” You whined, not being able to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was giving to you.

Until you heard a schlik sound underneath you that sounded like skin against skin. It didn’t take long for your lust hazed mind to realize that he was touching himself while tongue fucking you.

It was the most erotic thing and you started to roll your hips into his face, nails scrapping against the wood as you praised him loudly. “Are you touching yourself for me, Az? Fuck, such a…a good boy.”

Both of you liked to switch roles when it came to sex and this was no different. Although he had you pinned to the table you could hear his moan at your words, speeding up the hand around his cock while also focusing all his attention on your clit.

Your second orgasm creeped up on you and was just as violent as the first. It had your voice going hoarse as you wailed for your mate, feeling your juices sliding down your ass. Azriel drank it all down like a man starved and when he pulled away you could see the wetness that coated his lips and chin.

The second he stood up you hurriedly scooted off of the table to fall on your knees, drooling at the sight of his cock. He had denied you for too long. You wasted no time in grasping it and pulling him to your mouth, taking him all the way down in one swoop.

“Shit, Y/N.” He sighed as he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled it tight. 

You gave a gentle kiss to the tip when you came back up, staring up at him with adoration. “Let me take care of you.” You crooned before going back down, cupping his balls and setting a steady pace.

Azriel’s wings flared in pleasure as he helped guide your head. He was already close to the edge from earlier and you wanted him to cum down your throat, to hear him growl out your name in euphoria.

He tasted of pure male musk and it made your head spin, your spit coating his dick. You felt him start to tense up and when you went to swallow him down again he roughly pulled you back.

“No.” Azriel huffed, chest rising and falling in quick pants. “I want to cum inside you, fill you up.”

You didn’t get a say because he hoisted you up and flipped you back around until you were stomach down on the table. He wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and, without warning, filled you with one thrust.

“Fuck!” You cried out as he set a brutal pace, wrapping your hair around his hand again and yanking until you were looking up at the ceiling. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as did the smell of sex. 

You were so sensitive already and with the stretch of his cock inside you knew he would make you cum again quickly. Your tits bounced earnestly as the table creaked underneath you, moaning at the heat of him inside of you.

Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes from the pain and pleasure, moans and curses freely flying out of your mouth. Azriel noticed and chuckled darkly, giving your hair a harsh tug that had you seeing stars.

“Look at you, angel. You’re taking me So. Fucking. Well.” He groaned before pulling out completely. You immediately started to protest until he hoisted you up and reentered you in seconds, fucking into you while standing.

The new angle allowed him to hit a spot that only he could reach, your arms wrapping around his neck immediately as you sobbed into his neck. You were so close, the fire inside your belly turning into an inferno, you just needed a little extra push.

Azriel knew what you needed and as he bounced you on his cock he let his shadows curl around your throat while cooing into your ear.

“Cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N. Scream out for all of Velaris so they know who owns you.”

All you could see was white as your last orgasm shuttered through your body. Your body went limp in Azriel’s hold as he followed you in pleasure, both of you calling out for each other. You felt his cum fill you until it gushed out and you could’ve sworn you soaked the carpets from how hard he had made you cum.

Your entire body was shaking as Azriel slowly pulled out of you, admiring the way he dripped out of your used cunt while you came back to the present. He gave you a soft kiss on your temple and told you to sleep, smiling tenderly as you didn’t even hesitate to listen.

He cradled you in his arms and walked towards the door, opening it with one hand swiftly to reveal Cassian and Nesta leaning on the doorframe. They both turned red and sputtered out apologies, looking everywhere but them as Azriel walked you both back to your room.

It seemed like nobody learned their lesson.

#acotar #acotar smut #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #azriel #smut #azriel x reader #azriel smut #reader #acotar reader #azriel reader #cassian #nesta #nesta x cassian

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 waves - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader | NSFW MDNI

wc: 3k

warnings: NSFW CONTENT BELOW MDNI

content: you and abby being obsessed w/ each other, brat taming, degradation, thigh riding (kinda for like a split second), choking, manhandling, the existence of safe words mentioned, fingering (r!receiving), degradation, dom/sub dynamics, edging/orgasm denial, semi-public sex, use of pet names (love, pretty girl, baby, etc.), praise, established relationship, slight aftercare at end

a/n: i was inspired by "waves" by normani and 6lack to write this it's such a good song i listened to it for the first time in a while and wow the inspiration just hit me. also this is one if the first few nsfw fics i've ever published, so i hope yall enjoy it!

You were inexplicably drawn to her in a way you shouldn’t have been. No matter how much you tried to avoid her, you found yourself coming back to her every time. Maybe it was those blue eyes, those big arms, and the intense power in everything she did. Maybe it was the way she grimaced when she was concentrating, the way the very air changed around her as she breathed it in and released her determination. Maybe it was the way her eyes darkened when she was serious about something, or the way she seemed to do everything so effortlessly that it left you in awe. That had to be it. Her aura was so commanding that you couldn’t help but fall to your knees as soon as she simply looked your way.

Whatever it was, it was as if she had taken over your very soul little by little. You tried to hide your feelings, to avoid the complicated nature of a relationship in this type of world, but that plan was hopeless as soon as you met her. Whether it was through her humor, her caring nature, her tough image, she managed to chip away at your exterior like eroding waves against a cliff. You watched helplessly as those waves grew inch by inch into a giant tsunami. Those waves began to pull at you more and more until they completely devoured you. It felt like being caught in a rising tide with nothing to ground you, the waves swallowing your air and filling your lungs. Before you knew it you were completely infatuated with her to the point she flooded your brain day and night and resided in your heart.

But what was it about Abby that was so all-consuming? Why is it that the only seemingly acceptable way to love her was all or nothing? There was no moderation when it came to loving Abby—only ultimates. You loved her with everything, you gave everything, and she did the same in return. Your only working theory was that because Abby was the type of person who let herself be consumed by whatever she dedicated herself to, it was only natural for you to match her energy. Abby’s infatuation for you grew to match yours, but as time went on it became much more than that. This was all consuming love.

You weren’t stupid. You knew Abby felt the same way as you, and she knew about your feelings for her, but it was almost like the two of you were playing a game to see who would snap first. It wasn’t lost on you the way her hands would wander over your body, pulling you close during patrols, worrying over you when you could care for yourself. She’d insist on holding you to keep you warm, giving you pieces of her clothing, rubbing her hands on your arms to warm you up. She’d tell you that you needed to sleep next to her so you wouldn’t freeze to death, and she’d pull you close, her hands rubbing your stomach as you dozed off. A game of cat and mouse, but your roles were always changing.

When Abby got jealous, her face got red with anger and her eyebrows furrowed. It was fun seeing her get so angry over you, and maybe you were wrong for doing so, but you loved the rush. In times like these you were the cat. You’d get too close to Owen or Manny, laugh at their jokes a little too hard, smile at them too much, encourage their antics. You made sure to do it all in front of her, made sure she was watching every second of it. At one point during the night you let Manny put his arm around your shoulder as you looked up at her standing alone in the corner of the room. You held her gaze, not backing down, feeling a fire ignite in your chest due to the dark look in her eyes. Oh, she was pissed. She disappeared from the party after that, and you heard the next day she left to hit the gym and fuck up one of the punching bags. You had to admit the thought of riling her up so much to the point she had to blow off steam in such a way turned you on somewhat. You could only imagine what it’d be like when the two of you finally gave in, when she finally took that anger out on you.

You remember the night in her room where you both got drunk and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Yes, the back and forth was exhilarating, but you were tired of it. You just wanted her to yourself by now, fully and completely. You couldn’t hold yourself back on that shore anymore, content with just watching the ocean’s rising waves from the pier. You leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, knowing it was dangerous to jump in the water without a safety float, but you needed to feel her. She became the very source you breathed as she took your breath away. You breathed her in every time her lips touched yours, her hands on your thighs as she pulled you into her lap. There was a part of you that knew she was dangerous, that knew what she was capable of, but you didn’t care; you were only drawn in more by her. You supposed the ocean was like that: so, so beautiful, but full of so much danger. In more ways than one she embodied that very powerful, seductive nature of water.

But you liked that, didn’t you? You liked the fact that she was so strong, so resilient, able to withstand anything. Many people only saw Abby at a surface level. They saw Isaac’s top soldier, the strongest person of the WLF, a scary woman not to be messed with, but you knew she was more than that. Yes, she was strong and scary when need be, but she was also gentle and caring and observant. She’d give you half her food if you hadn’t eaten, she’d check in on you daily, made sure you were taking care of yourself, and always brought you things she found while on patrol or a mission. Sometimes when you’d come to her room you’d find her reading some book she found while away from base. You admired the way she read them so thoughtfully and then analyzed them ardently. She’d let you sit in her lap while she read, and sometimes she’d read out loud to you. It’s times like these that you could feel something gentle in the way she’d pet your hair or rub your shoulders. It was times like these that her eyes looked soft like a pond of clear water. You liked her when she was like this because everything felt comfy and stable.

You still liked her when she was the complete opposite though.

It had been a long day on patrol, and, sure, you had been pushing her buttons by teasing her the entire day. Rubbing against her body, grabbing onto her, touching her neck, small kisses here and there, giving attitude and talking back. You knew what you were doing by riling her up, but it never stopped you. You knew eventually she’d snap and put you in your place. After clearing an area and wandering through an empty alley, you felt Abby grab you by your wrist and maneuver you to pin you against the nearest wall. She grabbed onto some of the hair on the back of your head to cushion your impact, and although it worked, you could still feel the bricks digging into your back. The feeling of her hand trailing from your head to your neck and then tightening sent shivers down your spine. Her hands were big, and you knew with one especially hard squeeze she could probably crush your windpipe—but she wouldn’t—and that’s what made it all the more exciting. Without wasting any more seconds she tightened her grip and within moments you started to feel a little lightheaded. She released in order to give you a small break, then tightened again as she slid her thigh between your legs.

“You think I don’t know?” she asks. She moves her thigh slowly, causing small amounts of friction that make you feel like you’re getting high. The sensation against your clit and her hand around your neck made you feel like you were floating. Abby made you higher than any drug possibly could. She released your throat again, this time moving to grab you by your chin. She forced you to look her in the eyes, to admit to your sins, but you were starstruck by the stormy sea in her irises. You loved seeing her like this.

“Know what?” You play dumb, not wanting to admit you’ve been playing a game all this time. Once again caught in a cat and mouse chase.

“You think you’re slick, huh?” she asks, grabbing onto your hips and making you grind against her thigh. You want to grab onto her shoulders and let her take you here and now, but you’re not willing to submit just yet. You bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to prevent any whines from leaving your lips. You can’t let her know she’s getting to you.

“I’ve done nothing,” you insist. It was hard not to let your voice waver the way it wanted to, but you managed to make it through. Abby rolls her eyes as she leans closer to you. She stopped moving your hips and you could tell she was beginning her intimidation tactics on you. You wanted to beg her to move again, to make you feel good, but you wanted to win so badly this time. Her breath fanned your face as she stared into your eyes deeply. She’s trying to get you to fold, but you won’t. You can’t let yourself. “What? Think I’m scared?”

“Fine. If that’s how you want to act.” She pulls away from your face, scanning you quickly. She’s trying to read you, making sure this is the game you want to play and that you’re not backing out. You’re not, and she can tell by the look in your eyes. “You remember your safe words, right, pretty girl?” she asked. You nodded.

She leaned in and connected her lips with yours, more gentle than you’d expected. Her lips had always been so soft, and it contrasted perfectly with the feeling of her rough hands roaming your body. They slid up your shirt and began to grope you roughly, a small little whine escaping you unwillingly. You felt her smirk as she kissed you, and that’s when you knew things were going to take a turn. She pulled away from the kiss before moving down your jawline and to your neck. She bit down harshly and began sucking. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was targeting the spot that always drove you crazy as she began to mark you up. Always the possessive type.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asked. “Acting like a brat all day so you can get fucked like the slut you are?”

“Abby—” She was teasing you now, trying to get the upper hand. It was working somewhat, but you hadn’t exactly submitted the way she wanted just yet.

“Shut up,” she said. “I’ll give you what you want. What you’ve practically been begging for all day.” She planted one last kiss on your neck before you felt her hands traveling down to undo your zipper and then sliding them under the waistband of your pants. She carefully slid your panties to the side, and that’s when you felt her fingers dive into your wet folds. You welcomed her touch, the one that you had been craving all day. This is exactly what you wanted, what you needed.

“I just—I just needed you,” you said in response. Her fingers began circling your clit and it was almost as if you started to see stars.

“And you’re this wet for me when I’ve barely even touched you?” she teased. “How long have these dirty thoughts been in your head? All day? From the moment you woke up?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. She was going slow, but she knew the exact right amount of pressure to apply that made you feel good. You felt so high, so on fire; nothing could ever top this feeling. She kept doing that, never changing her pace, teasing you as small moans left your mouth. You felt like you were so close to that edge that would grant you the bliss you were craving, but she stopped moving her fingers right as you were about to cum.

“What? You think you’d get to come so easily after your behavior today?”

“I—” She began moving her fingers again, cutting you off as soon as you tried to talk and defend yourself.

“That’s not how it works, baby. You used your words so easily to talk back all day to me, so why don’t you use them to ask for what you want?”

“No,” you said in between small whines. She was way too good with her hands. It was both an admirable and hated quality of hers. She speed up somewhat, and right as you were about to cum again she stopped.

“I’m going to keep doing this until you tell me what you want.” You shook your head at that. “Suit yourself.” She began moving her hands again for a moment until you felt them move from your clit and down to your hole. As soon as she slipped one finger in a particularly loud moan left your mouth. It felt so good having her fill you up as she dipped her fingers back in again and again. Your moans were becoming louder as she hit that one spot just right.

“Abs,” you said between moans. “Oh, god.”

“What, baby? Is there something you want?” She wanted you to say it, to let those words slip from your mouth and grant her full control. She slid in another finger, and the pleasure overtook your body. You gripped onto her shoulders as you felt her speed up her motions. The wet sounds filled the alley along with your moans as she just continued to fuck you. This was it. You were going to cum, and hard.

“I’m gonna—gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Yeah?” she asked teasingly, before stopping her movements but still leaving her fingers inside you. You gasped at her actions, staring at the woman who was denying you the release you needed so bad. She smirked at you as soon as she saw the pissed off look on your face. “Aw, are you mad? What’s wrong?” You hated the fake sympathy she was giving you. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Fuck you,” you replied. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, then continued fingering you once more. She was going much harder than before in an attempt to punish you. She wanted to break you so bad, to have you moaning her name and giving into her every whim. She’d teach you who was in charge, that she was the one who knew your body best. She continued fucking her fingers into you, and when she felt you tightening and getting closer to release, she stopped again. “Abby.” You were seething and frustrated and in need of release. She started moving again, but this time slowly and more softer in comparison to before. It was agonizing. You needed her to fuck you harder, to give you more, to let you cum.

“Just use your words, love.” She started speeding up again, and that’s when you snapped. She was finally giving you what you needed, and you wanted her more than anything.

“Please, Abby, please,” you begged.

“Please what? You gotta be more specific.” She started hitting the spot you needed the most harder, and you wanted to scream from how good it felt.

“Please let me cum. God, I need you so bad.” That was it. You finally said what she wanted, and she was going to give you exactly what you wanted. As she pounded into you harder you wrapped your arms around her neck for support. You felt her breath fanning your neck as she continued fingering you harder than before.

“That’s right, baby. That’s all you needed to say,” she whispered into your ear. Desperate and pathetic moans left your mouth from how good she was fucking you. “I know you like it when I fuck you like this. That’s why I put up with your bratty attitude when you act up. I like ruining you like this and having you beg for me.”

“Abby,” you moaned.

“I know.” She kissed your neck once more. “I feel you tightening. You gonna cum soon?”

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Good. Cum for me, okay? Just for me.”

“Harder, please.” You couldn’t handle how good you felt. She really knew exactly what you needed without even trying. Her fingers felt so good inside you. You felt something tightening inside you, and you knew you were close and that your incoming orgasm was going to be intense. Wanton moans left your lips as you felt whatever it was inside you finally snap and a monsoon of pleasure washed over you.

“That’s, that’s it,” she encouraged you. “Just like that. You’re so good for me.” Hearing her praise made you feel even more high. It felt so good, like such ecstasy, as Abby continued her movements, not stopping until she felt your orgasm end when you stopped tightening around her. Once you finished coming down she pulled her fingers out of you, licking them before pulling you into a deep kiss. You missed her lips on yours, the feeling of her body pressing into you. Once she pulled away she zipped your pants up and pulled you into a hug. “You did so good,” she whispered. You nodded your head. Your body felt tired, totally drained, and Abby knew this.

“Hope you enjoyed that,” you teased.

“Oh, I did.” She pulled away, looking into your eyes before kissing your forehead. “Just wait until we get home.”

#tlou #tlou2 #tlou abby #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #tlou x reader

[priestessoffurina]

Hiiii thereee! Okay so I know you're a big Furilumi fan, so I was wondering if you could help me collect all the info and events that imply it, and their general dynamic and stuff??? Anything about their relationship in all canon or semi-canon content. I'm working on the Traveler x Genshin chars list again, and I'm honestly undecided on how to interpret Furina's feelings for the traveler, so I thought you could help :>>>

Hellooo~ and gosh I'm flattered that you think so.

I will say that while I am a fan; I'm not as die-hard as others maybe. I'm very much a characters-before-the-ship kinda gal when it comes to Furilumi (also in general with other characters).

Like if you were to put a gun to my head and ask me what is my top Travelver X Character ship "canon wise", Furilumi wouldn't even be top five. (also I am adult enough to admit that I'm very much wanting to fuck Furina a Furina x Reader shipper more than anything)

But even with all that, I think they are cute together together and they have an interesting dynamic that can be explored.

I'm wasn't quite sure how you wanted the information or how much you wanted. I'm just gonna go through certain moments from quests Furina & Lumine have been in together so far. And just talk about them.

Also if I forget a scene or something please forgive me!

When Lumine first meets Furina at the very start of the Fontaine Archon quest, she isn't being herself.

As we all know, Furina was acting as the role of Hydro Archon. So calling it a proper meeting isn't accurate, since I tend to believe we don't meet the real Furina until much late. This isn't just in reference to her identify, but also her true personality.

Also it was just basically Furina going "We are rivals now!" and Lumine being like "....sure I guess?".

But I thought it important to high light it since it does establishes their early dynamic.

Furina knows about what The Travelver has done and sees her as an answer to her problems;

She has been chasing the one trial to end all trials; the one case that is so spectacular that is will save Fontaine from the impending floods. And what better opposition than the famous Outlander?

And she says at much at Lyney's trial:

Although there is perhaps a bit of fear at what the The Travelver could do, Furina is sure that their face off will soon happen. And that the odds will be in her favour (even though she kinda doesn't know what she is doing lol), with her being determined to save Fontaine.

It is always hard to truly know what the Travelver themselves is thinking. But I would guess Lumine also views Furina as a means to an end. It is the reason she is traveling Teyvat finding her brother.

This shows that while they both are different, they are very willing to do what they can to obtain their goal. Whether that means playing a role for 500 years, or travelling all over the whole continent, they will searching through any scarp of information to find the answers.

While Furina does lose and is, from Paimon's own words: "...like a deflated balloon now." I think Furina is more sad that it wasn't "The Trial" more than anything. Especially since she is "...unable to contain her joy at seeing you and Paimon enter.", when coming to protect her while meeting with the Arlecchino. Showing that she doesn't have any ill will towards Lumine.

Granted this could be because Furina is utterly terrified of The Knave as well trusting in Neuvillette very much. But still that rivalry is put on hold. But from this little tea party Lumine starts feeling distrusting of Furina, thinking she is hiding something. And from the events of Poisson, this just grows.

While Lumine is willing to go through the plan with others to trap Furina, this is very much a last resort;

Lumine doesn't want to be feuding with Furina; this rivalry that Furina has thrusted upon them is something she doesn't want. And while Lumine is reluctant to do this, she knows there is no choice. The Travelver doesn't think Furina is a bad person. But they need answers, and as such it seems that they are both destined to be on oppositions at court.

But Lumine still tries one last time to get through to Furina.

This part of the Fontaine Archon quest is one of my favourites; this is where Furina's thoughts and feeling finally start to poke out.

It happens because Furina's greatest fear is coming true, but still. Pretty good.

Lumine is very much on to the act that Furina plays. She knows that is she isn't godly or uncaring as she may give off. Lumine tries to show to Furina that it is okay to let go:

If Furina had been quicker and had told her the truth, Lumine very much would have stopped the plan. But from what we know, Furina would have never told. She was dedicated to the very end.

Skipping to after the Hydro Archons trial and the crisis being averted. We don't get anything until Furina's story quest.

Story quests are in general kinda a mixed bag. They are can be great in show casing the playable characters, well character. As well as expanding on the world as a whole. But sometimes they just focus on the second part a bit too hard and the character suffers from.

Now looking back at Furina's quest, it probably wasn't as bad as I thought originally. Well at least looking through just the lines by themselves is fine (Paimon is still...well I have thoughts on how they utilise Paimon's character when it comes to story. They use her as comic relief/to lighten it up when it is not needed...But that's a convo for another day).

There are at least some good bits to take from.

The first being that the reason Furina even helps the Troupe in the first place is because the Travelver drags them (literally and figuratively) into the plot. By the way of hand-holding no less.

After the ordeal that Furina has been through she is actually quite reluctant to be out and about. Furina strikes me as someone who is introverted, this very well could because she has had no real personal relationships.

On topic of personal relationships, Lumine is properly the only person who knows about what Furina truly felt during her 500 years of acting. This is cause of Furina unconsciously trama-dumped on Lumine, but still. Having someone who has seen the many sides to you, can be nice. Furina can be candid with Lumine, not needed to put on a performance. But I'm sure Furina also feels it is kinda awkward. Because 'Oh archons this person knows all about me', it crates an unexpected power imbalance, which can make for an interesting dynamic with the Travelver.

Another good moment is when they are back in Poisson;

If there is one ideal out of the seven that The Travelver embodies most, it is freedom. Freedom is very important to Lumine and I think it's very telling when she tells Furina that freedom is her reward. She is saying to her that it's It's over, and that she is free to begin a new chapter of her life.

So I think it's no coincidence after this quest Furina ends up being a director in "Roses and Muskets". She breaks out of her shell a bit and once again comes along on the Travelver's behest. Granted there aren't that many scenes/moments with them since this was very Chevreuse forward event. This is also similar in the Lantern Rite, but we did get a cute diagonal where Lumine says "I have keenly felt the passage of time since our last meeting." so that was cute.

Unfortunately since Furina has only been out for 7 months we'll have to wait for more. Hopeful in 4.6 (if it follows the same patterns) we will get her second story quest, and that it's a little bit better.

But there are voice-over and teapot stuff! (Had to get these from the wiki since I don't have Furina fully unlocked. yeah yeah know)

These are pretty self explanatory. Just Furina wanting to spend time with the Travelver and taking about the next chapter of her life having Lumine in it.

I thought this one has particularly cute. Furina would make macaroni for Lumine.

This one is a favourite

Lumine only needs her.

Now on to the teapot, there is a very cute scene where Furina talks about teaching Lumine to dance;

Another where Furina talks about them doing acting together and writing a script.

And that's all I can find! Like I said, I probably missed some stuff, but I think I'll call it quits here. I hope I was able to get the info you needed, but if not you can ask my specific questions if need be.

Also I'd love to the list when you are done!!!

#genshin #genshin impact #furina #lumine #lumifuri #furilumi #lumine x furina #gi #evelynpr #teyvasks #genshin analysis #this took a bit longer than i thought #and i wrote way more than i thought i would too #i feel like a talked about a lot of stuff but maybe didn't answer questions?? #but like i said just ask me specific ones or need me to clarify #well thats enough writing/research for today i'm gonna eat now

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Steddie Microfic July 1st-8th Masterlist

As we've quickly found, original plans don't always work out. Our plan was to have one masterlist at the end of every month, but this has already been more popular than we maybe expected (or maybe @wynnyfryd knew this would happen and I'm just generally in awe of the fandom). Since tumblr has tag limits on posts (c'mon tumblr get it together pls), I am going to plan on posting one masterlist a week, then combining the links for them into one post at the end of the month.

I will also do a masterlist of the bonus round for any who participate at the end of the month, but it will just hyperlink to the post since you would have already been tagged with your original post.

This could change in the future depending on the amount of submissions, but I will let you know if/when that happens!

-Mickala ❤

Please check under the cut for the masterlist of posts from July 1st-8th:

Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water by @marvel-ous-m | Rated G | cw: implied Steve Harrington has bad parents, mentions of canon character death | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort

my heart won't start anymore by @sourw0lfs | Rated G | cw: no happy ending

That can't be right by anonymous | Rated T | cw: periods, blood, gender dysphoria | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, trans Eddie Munson

Steve 'No Fun' Harrington by @wormdebut | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @steventhusiast | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

breaking the ice by @xenon-demon | Rated T | cw: swearing, alcohol mention (they're in a bar), suggestive flirting but nothing explicit, background Rockie (Robin and Vickie)

drowning in the water, living in the blood by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: blood, blood drinking, nightmares (not detailed but mentions of drowning in nightmare), semi-subspace | tags: vampire Eddie Munson, established relationship, hurt/comfort

untitled by @mixsethaddams | Rated G | no cw

i belong to all of your mysteries by @gerrystamour | Rated E | cw: semi-public oral sex, snowballing, transmasc Steve Harrington

sparked by @vecnuthy | Rated T | cw: some swearing

Take Your Shot by @rindecisions | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @shares-a-vest | Rated T | cw: mild suggestive language, flirtatious banter

give in by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. by @sidekick-hero | Rated G | no cw

untitled by @onirislanding | Rated G | cw: temporary character death, pre-slash

here we go again by @fastcardotmp3 | Rated T | no cw

center stage by @stobinesque | Rated E | cw: kink, d/s dynamics, public sex, bondage, chastity device, boot kink, degradation/humiliation

untitled by @bifuriouswaterbender | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @spinmewriteround | Rated G | cw: drug use mention

untitled by @asongbirdandanoldhat | Rated G | no cw

The Hustler by @soaringornithopter | Rated G | cw: gambling

Let them fall by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: body fluids, messy sex | tags: love confessions, open ended (heavily implied getting together)

Until the storm comes by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: D/S dynamics, Eddie is a bit mean (but they're both really into it) | tags: sub!Steve, dom!Eddie

Everything, All the time by @pearynice | Rated G | no cw

I am a river / I am your river by @thefreakandthehair | Rated M | cw: fake drowning (for training purposes)

At The Water's Edge by @songonthewind | Rated G | cw: mention of Barb's death, mention of scars

sink and swim by @cheatghost | Rated T | cw: weed

untitled by @steddieasitgoes | Rated T | no cw

"Hey There, Dio" by @thegoblinboy | Rated G | cw: alcohol

at the bottom you'll find all our friends by @wynnyfryd | Rated M | cw: canonical MCD, ambiguous ending, angst, isolation, violent imagery, dark themes

break free by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | cw: smoking

Slipping Through The Trees by @the-redcrate | Rated T | tags: monster Eddie

Forever's Gonna Start Tonight by @thruheavenandhighwater | Rated T | cw: implied drinking

untitled by @call-me-eds | Rated G | no cw

untitled by @hellfireloserclub | Rated G | no cw

change by @hawkinslocal | Rated G | no cw

i was afraid to follow by @artaxlivs | Rated M | no cw

When my heart stops beating by @kissaphobic-kas | Rated M | cw: canonical MCD, angst, isolation, dark themes, violent imagery

Even Then by @atmilliways | Rated M | cw: they absolutely just had sex

untitled by @emofratboy | Rated G | cw: weed, nightmares

A professional by @zombiethingy | Rated E | cw: light bdsm | tags: sexual frustration, pining

new memories by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated G | cw: mention of canonical character death

And I left you alone in a house, not a home by @medusapelagia | Rated M | no cw

I try to clear my mind but the memory of you lingers like an old perfume by @hbyrde36 | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-Steddie, post-season 4

You, Like Me by @aidaronan | Rated M | cw: blood, internalized homophobia, vampires

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjuly #masterlist #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #writing challenge

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Ateez Members and Whether or Not I could be in Successful Relationships with Them.

Not proofread at all, literally just word vomited

Seonghwa 10/10

Absolutely. Well. I originally had it as a 10/10 and then remembered that I'm an absolute mess and he would hate me so I changed it to a 9/10, but then again, he also shared a room with Hongjoong and I at least clean up after myself semi-regularly, so it's back to a 10/10.

We have all the same hobbies. Animal Crossing, Building Legos (He's more into this than I am, but I have been known to build 300+ pieces in my day), Cooking (I'm terrible at it, but I'm sure I could listen to him tell me what to do), etc. I'm more of a homebody, so I'd gladly enjoy just staying in and watching whatever drama I want or whatever movie he wants, and if he wants to go out, he'd be the push I'd need to go out!

He could pick my outfits, or if he wanted to wear something more feminine than usual, perhaps I'd decidedly wear something more masculine.

Seonghwa is like a mom, but he's also like a little kid, which I am also known to be! I think we could balance each other out well with the "you annoy me and I pretend to be annoyed" vibe, but you never know who will be who in the dynamic.

I could very easily see us falling into a similar dynamic to him and Hongjoong where Seonghwa is like "Look we're wearing a couple outfit" and I hate it (but I don't really, I love it).

Overall, I really think Seonghwa would bring out the best in me. Hongjoong 6/10

I honestly think I'm not hot enough for Hongjoong. I think I could treat him in a way that he might want to keep me around, but ultimately, I think it's a very high level difficulty to get to know him in the first place and an equally high if not higher standard of maintenance that he will most likely not meet me at because he's so focused on his career and his art. I think I'd need a lot of patience to get to know him and I'm honestly not the type to wait around for someone to finally look at me (well, that's actually debatable), so I'm not sure we'd ever realistically be able to get to the relationship point.

But let's say that I did make my way to him, and he wanted to get into a relationship with me. I think I'd be good at providing a place of comfort and rest, because Lord knows he loves sleeping and can fall asleep anywhere, and so can I. I think the majority of our time would be spent sleeping in the same bed. Not even cuddling, unless he initiated it, since I know he's not a physical touch kind of guy, though who knows how that might change if we were to get into a relationship. I think generally, though, he's just not a very affectionate guy, and that's fine with me as long as he establishes that I am the one he likes every once in a while.

I'm definitely not talented in the way Hongjoong is, but I do have a huge interest in music and general production, so if he ever were to let me sit with him while he works, I'd definitely show a lot of interest if he'd like that. If he would prefer to not be disturbed at all while he works, I'm good at keeping myself busy, so he'd never have to worry about that either.

I'm good at taking care of other people, and I'm a pretty low maintenance person, I think (this could be debated, but all I really need is to be reminded that you love me every once in a while). The only problem is that I dishes and I don't know how to clean a bathroom, and I doubt Hongjoong does either, so that'll probably be the end of us. If not for that, I think me and Hongjoong could be relatively successful, but unlikely. (I wrote a lot for someone I don't think I'd get along with).

Yunho 5/10

I'm like Mingi. Straight up, I am like Mingi, and I would get so insecure to see my partner treat everyone the same way and wonder if I'm not actually as special to him as I thought. Even if he does regard me highly, I think the little difference in the way he treats me in comparison with other people might just make me feel way too angsty more often than not.

But I think if I got over that, we'd have a pretty fun relationship. He'd be the extrovert I need to get out of my comfort zone. I'd gladly let him drag me out to meet his friends (although tbh I don't think he has MANY, I think he's the type of extrovert to be friendly with everyone, not necessarily to HAVE a lot a friends), or I'd be equally as glad to just hang out in his room while he plays games, because, like I said, I'm really good at keeping myself busy. I think I'd just like to be with him, since I don't like being alone, and I think being with him would never let me feel like that.

I think with a man like Yunho, he wouldn't know how to subside my general insecurity of him being a friendly guy unless he went out of his way to keep me by his side in public, which I really don't think he'd do, not because he wouldn't want to, but I just don't think he'd think to do it and I wouldn't ask him to because I don't want to be clingy (even though I am very clingy).

I really do think Yunho would be a great boyfriend, and I could be a good girlfriend to him, but I wouldn't want to dim his light with my insecurities and clinginess. He deserves to be an energetic golden retriever running in a field without me holding a leash. Yeosang 7/10

I think we would get along great. I take my view of him based on his relationship with Wooyoung, and I think he'd be the type to want to be prioritized, but he would never say so. I think I'm also like that, but once I love someone, I latch onto them, and I think he would like that. I think in that sense, I would be like San is, to him, because I like to chase just as much as I like being chased, so long as the other person doesn't mind. In this case, I'd be the one chasing, even after getting together.

I think he'd let me do whatever I want, especially with physical affection, even if he hates it (or pretends to?). We're both pretty airheaded, even though we're smart, so I think we'd be pretty cute together in the sense that it would be funny to see each other in each other, if you know I mean? I don't think it would take a lot to be a good girlfriend to Yeosang as long as I make it clear to him that I like him. I think we'd be an overall pretty low maintenance relationship.

I think the only problem in getting with him would be him not knowing what to do when I'm sad. I think, like me, if he were to see me sad, he'd probably just wait it out and let me deal with it, and while that's not the wrong strategy, I think that wouldn't differentiate him from casual people in my life when I really probably just need someone close to me to just be with me and comfort me through it (without words). I think he could easily be that person, but that side of myself is something that embarrasses me and I don't think I'd ever ask for his help the same way I don't think he'd ask to help me in fear of making me feel uncomfortable. San 9/10

I think about this man daily. Like I said in Yeosang's think where I was like "I like to chase just as much as I like being chased", well in this case, in a relationship with San, I think he'd be the one chasing, and it would just be so good for my ego. I would BASK in his affection, though, even if I pretend to be a little cold (similarly to how I'd be with Seonghwa). I think he's goofy enough to make me join his goofiness at home. I made a post before about him belting in the shower, and I really would join him. I think him singing in the house would inspire me to also want to sing in the house, since I usually don't in fear of bothering other people. I think San would make me feel comfortable at home just by BEING comfortable, and that's something I'd die for.

I think I'd tease him by pretending to be cold much more than I would do with Seonghwa, because it would be so fun to see him beg for my affection and I would ultimately give in every time, of course. I'm so touch-starved, he would literally cure my starvation and make me fat, in that sense.

I also think he would be so patient with me, because it really takes a bit to get to know me, and I think he would give me that time.

The only ONLY thing, that took the 1 off the 10 was a comment that Hongjoong made in a live once where he was like "the one who is most different on camera in Ateez is San, and he's not bad but I just think that how can someone actually be like that" or something and that scares the hell out of me. I don't know if he was just trying to tease San, who was watching, and I'm not scared in the sense that I think San might be a bad person, but I do fear the things I do not know. Mingi 8/10 We are the same person. I will always stand by that, I genuinely think we are the same person, and because of that, I think I'd be able to know what makes him happy by just treating him the way I would want him to treat me. I think I would make him so happy. I'd give him so many words of affirmation, I'd always make him feel special, I'd always give him space but I'd make sure he's always comfortable enough to come to me when he wants affection or comfort in any capacity. These are all things that I want, that I genuinely think he would also crave.

Gosh, I can just imagine him getting in my car (when I eventually learn how to drive) and the first thing I say to him is "Oh my fucking God, you're so handsome, what the fuck" and it's just so aggressive and he'd get so happy and smiley. His awkward cuteness would turn me feral I swear. Everytime he does something awkward I would without fail hype him up as if it was the funniest thing he has ever said (because I know what it's like to see your joke fall flat and it genuinely takes so much courage to recover from that so I want to support him). I think I honest to God would be the best girlfriend for Mingi (save for the fact that I'm waiting until marriage).

With that, I get to my next point, though. I'm not saying Mingi is selfish, but I do think he is a little self-absorbed, and I don't think he'd realize how similar we are and therefore wouldn't be able to tell what my needs are or fill them the same way I would be able to do for him. I think he could learn after a very long time, but I think he'd definitely hurt my feelings a few times before getting the hang of being my boyfriend. I think he'd unknowingly not prioritize me thinking that he was doing enough without having done much at all. Wooyoung 8/10

I think we're so different. He is much more social than I am, even if he's not necessarily an extrovert anymore. He makes friends SO easily and he likes getting out of the house, and I can only hope that he has enough patience to push me to do those things with him and be outgoing. I think he'd want to introduce me to his friends, but wouldn't know how to in a way that would make me comfortable enough the same way Yunho might (or maybe I'd just be too intimidated to meet Yeonjun or Changbin specifically).

I think the core of our relationship would be at home. I'd be happy for him to drag me out, but our most tender moments would be at home when we cook together or when I make him something to eat or drink and he tells me specifically how I could make it better so that every time I make it for him it gets better.

I'm also someone who really likes my space, and if Wooyoung is my boyfriend, he will also really like my space. And this is not generally something that's healthy, but I like it when people that I like force themselves into my space to be close to me (obviously when I say no, it's no, but if I don't say yes, it still means yes, but that's just me). I imagine that one time Wooyoung and Seonghwa were on the couch during Ateez Fever Road and Wooyoung is just shoving him with his body "because I like you!" he says. Yeah, I imagine that happening very very often. I think the way Wooyoung shows affection, by being "mean" and also pushing boundaries of affection, is my ideal type. Jongho 10/10

I think Jongho would take care of me really well. I think we're similar in the sense that we have similar singing talent. Jongho often talks about how his singing talent isn't something he was born with but rather something he worked so hard to perfect and continues to do so. I don't have the same confidence, even though I have been able to sing since I was a child, I get insecure when I hear people who are ten times better than me and think that no matter what I do I will never sound better than them. I think Jongho, through his experience, would be able to encourage me to do better, even help me. I think that would be the case for this and for a lot of things in my life. I think I would me motivated to be better just by having him around, and it would be a constant thing for us to sing together.

I think Jongho is another one those types that I'd be chasing, and I'd love every moment of it. I think, even if we're in a relationship, he'd pretend to be very cool casual during really romantic dates as if it's no big deal in the sense that he wants some normalcy and he just wants to look like a cool guy, but I would break that down every time. I think I'd fluster him and make him laugh a lot, just to see the tough guy exterior go down. I'd see more gums than teeth on a regular basis. I think I would love Jongho just because I'd feel good by making him laugh, because I think something I regularly get insecure about is having nothing to offer, and if Jongho really is as encouraging as I'd like to think, I think being able to make him laugh would make me feel as of some use to him.

Also I see SMAUs always make him super mean to his girlfriend, and like I totally see that because honestly that's my ideal type. (People I really like are people who bully me, I'm sorry I'm toxic). But I also do think that he would say things like "I miss you" "Let's go to dinner after I'm done" "Can you come over" pretty regularly, like he wouldn't be afraid to tell me when he misses me. I think he'd also use me as an outlet, but very very casually like saying things like "I'm so tired" because he's so busy and he can't say it out loud because it's useless to do so when he has to do it all, anyway, but he sends it to me because I will listen.

Okay, now this is kind of turning more into Headcanons than it is about my genuine analysis, but I could honestly talk about what it would be like (for me) to be in a relationship with literally any of them for hours. I rated them, but I could still see myself with them equally if they ever gave me the time of day.

#ateez fluff #ateez imagines #jung wooyoung #choi san #choi jongho #song mingi #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #ateez headcanons