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shuadotcom · 1 year

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Good Vibrations | YJH (M)

Summary: You and Jeonghan have been together for a couple of years and share a lot of the same kinks, so when he first mentioned it, it sounded fun….Now it can best be described as the cruelest form of edging he’s ever inflicted on you.

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Genres & AUs: Smut, pwp, established relationship au, non!idol au

Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Warnings: Profanity, car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, use of a sex toy, edging, oral (m. receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, slight degradation in the form of name-calling (slut, whore), pet names (over-usage of princess and angel - I’m not sorry either!!), dom!Jeonghan, sub!reader

Words: 3.4k

Note: Yoon Jeonghan is ruining my life okay 😭 So much so that I wrote this shit in two days which is a crazy record for me. Thank you so much to @the-boy-meets-evil for always being such a wonderful amazing beta ily jess! 💖

Net tag: @kflixnet

“These are cute, what do you think, Y/n?” Jeonghan asks, pointing at the handmade set of chopsticks. You don’t seem to answer in time, because you feel the vibrations running through you get more intense - your breath catching in your throat. “Baby, did you hear me?” His tone is so casual along with the smile on his face. You want to smack him.

After taking a gulp of air, you force your eyes to meet where he’s pointing. “Y-yeah. They’re nice.”

“Right? We’ll take these, please.” Jeonghan turns back to the woman behind the booth as she happily obliges and starts to wrap up the chopsticks.

This isn’t the first time you and your boyfriend have visited the flea market close to your apartment. Usually, you both are able to find fun knick-knacks and accessories made by the talented people in your town.

This is however the first time you’ve been here with a vibrator shoved inside of you that only Jeonghan can control.

It was his idea, because of course it was. Apparently, he and his stupid friends had been talking about kinky shit they’ve done with their partners and Joshua mentioned buying his girlfriend vibrating panties. Jeonghan thought that idea was brilliant but instead of panties, he had surprised you with a c-shaped vibrator that not only nestled inside of you but also laid perfectly against your sensitive bundle of nerves so you would get both types of stimulation. You and Jeonghan have been together for a couple of years and share a lot of the same kinks, so when he first mentioned it, it sounded fun.

That is until he ate you out this morning and then slipped the vibrator inside of you, telling you that he expects you’ll keep it in you all day until he says it’s enough. Now it can best be described as the cruelest form of edging he’s ever inflicted on you.

As soon as you had stepped out of the car when you arrived, the low hum of the vibrator kicked in, nearly knocking you off of your feet.

“Whoa there, Y/n! You okay?” Jeonghan asked, shooting a cheeky smirk your way.

“Really, Jeonghan!?” You huffed, standing upright again with his help. Each step you took was less shaky than the last, but you had to make a conscious effort not to walk like a newborn baby deer.

“Remember what I said. Be good for me while we’re out and I’ll give you a reward when we get back home.” His tone was so casual as if he was talking about something nonchalant and not your aching cunt.

Your boyfriend had taken your hand then and waltzed through the entrance of the flea market like any other normal Saturday.

It’s nearly an hour later and Jeonghan is still taking his time, stopping at nearly every stall to take in the items and homemade treats, even striking up conversations with the vendors and asking you for your opinions. Each time, he seems to crank the vibrations up a little more on the dangerous device in you.

At some point, he pulls you to a picnic table outside of a tteokbokki vendor and orders a small plate to share with you.

“Say ‘ah’, angel.” Jeonghan holds a skewer of spicy rice cake up to your mouth, waiting for you to open.

“Jeonghan can we ple-ahh!” Your objection falls short as more intensity hits you, Jeonghan blatantly increasing the speed in front of you. Your nails dig into the plastic of the picnic table, fighting off the impending orgasm.

With a comically large pout, you wordlessly open your mouth, Jeonghan simply beaming back at you and feeding you. He chatters on about how good the weather is and how excited he is to wear the new shirt he just picked up from a couple that makes fun graphic t-shirts.

You love your boyfriend so much - you really do - but right now you want to shove a whole skewer down his throat for the torture you’re experiencing.

After what feels like hours (when in reality it was only less than ten minutes), you and Jeonghan finish eating and he practically drags you to a boba stall. He already knows what you want, which you’re thankful for because you’re afraid that if you let out any sound, it’ll be nothing but a pathetic moan of his name.

Jeonghan leaves you standing under a nearby tree as the sun gets a little warmer on your skin while he orders for the both of you and casts a look over his shoulder at one point. When your eyes meet you get weak in the knees all over again. His smolder is unmistakable from underneath his bangs, his pretty pink lips quirking up as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He bites his bottom lip as he practically eye fucks you in broad daylight, any semblance of sanity you have left finally leaving you.

Seemingly satisfied with making you suffer more, he turns away as he thanks the vendor and comes to meet you with your drinks.

“Here you go, princess,” his tone is chipper, a jarring contrast from the way he had just looked at you.

Your hands shake as you take the boba from him, not even attempting to take a drink. You’re so far gone that even his pet names are pushing you close to the edge.

“Jeonghan, honey please.”

“Hmm?” He tilts his head to the side as he sips from his straw without a care in the world.

“Can we please go now? I can’t handle this anymore.” Your words are shaky as you plead with him. Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, studying your face and observing how even standing still you’re trembling in front of him and notices the wet shine in your eyes.

He leans forward, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Okay, princess. Let’s get you home so I can fill up your needy little cunt.” His dirty words have a small whimper leaving your mouth and he has to reach out quickly to steady you as you sway in place.

Lacing his fingers through yours, Jeonghan leads you through the crowd, still going casually he takes a last look at the stalls and items in the market. He’s nice enough to help you into the car when you arrive and even leans over you to buckle your seatbelt, placing a kiss on your forehead before shutting your door. You watch him in the side mirror put his tote bag in the trunk then walk around to get into the driver’s seat.

“You know, you were so good today, princess.” Is the first thing he says as he’s pulling onto the busy street. His hand moves to cover your denim-clad thigh, the small touch making you jolt in your seat. Jeonghan only laughs at you, casting a side-eye glance your way.

“It was so hard,” you sniff, hyper-aware of how warm and how long his fingers are as they draw circles on you.

“I know, baby. But once we’re home it’ll all pay off. I promise you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the day.” He smiles sweetly at you, a choked exhale leaving your mouth at the image of Jeonghan folding you in half in your bed. You know he means it and that only makes you clench your thighs together for the nth time today. “I can see you like that idea.” He squeezes your thigh, his skin feeling red hot to you through the fabric. “Look at you. Pressing your thighs together like a horny little slut.”

“Jeonghan…” He can’t talk to you like this - not in the state you’re in.

“I wonder…is my angel so desperate that she needs to cum now?”

“Mmhmm, please Hannie, I need it! Can I?” You blurt out, not caring how pathetic you sound. It’s how you feel after all of his agonizing teasing.

“Do it then.” He says suddenly, turning to watch your reaction as he stops at a red light, a mischievous grin forming. In the next moment, he reaches into the pocket of his jeans and the toy inside you is cranked up without warning. Your body jerks in your seat, a scream ripping from your throat as your body involuntarily does as he commands. Tears prick your eyes when you finally get to cum, your panties and jeans adequately ruined as you can feel how much you cum in them.

All you can do is pant as you come down and Jeonghan is at least kind enough to lower the vibrations. Through droopy eyelids, you watch as Jeonghan quickly pulls into the parking lot of a park, stopping the car under a low-hanging tree in the corner of the lot.

When you turn to look at him again, his hand grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips move together effortlessly, Jeonghan’s tongue prodding at your lips, demanding access. As soon as your lips part, his tongue moves in to claim yours, sucking it loudly into his mouth. You whine in response, your hands coming up to tangle in his dark locks, tugging on the strands as he continues wrapping his tongue around yours, nearly devouring you whole.

Jeonghan pulls away first and moves to kiss your neck as you catch your breath.

“How was that? Does my angel need more?” He mumbles against your skin.

“Yes, please!” You nod feverishly, gasping as he bites down, leaving a mark at the base of your neck.

“But do you deserve more?”

“I do! I’ve been good all day, Hannie! You said!”

“Hmmm,” he hums. “I suppose, but you have to earn it.”

“Anything!” You rush out, head lolling back as he nips at another sensitive spot on your neck.

“Do a good job sucking my dick and I’ll think about it.”

With a last bite at you, Jeonghan pulls away and you watch, wide-eyed as he undoes his belt and unzips his jeans until he has enough room to pull out his length, his hard cock springing out and hitting his t-shirt-covered stomach.

You get to work immediately, hands darting out to pump him a few times. Jeonghan lets out a hiss when your tongue laps at the tip, collecting the beads of salty precum that seep from the slit. One of your hands grips the base of his dick, pumping it a few times as you suckle on his cockhead.

“Fuck, angel, no teasing.” He turns the vibrator back up after his warning and you moan lewdly around him. Breathing out of your nose, you sink onto his length slowly, taking in as much of him as you can. Your hand and mouth work together, your tongue swirling around him as you suck him down.

Slurping sounds fill the car mixed with the loud, breathy moans Jeonghan huffs out above you. Your head bobs frantically, sucking and squeezing him in all the ways that you know he likes. His long fingers tangle in your hair, gripping at the roots to push you down further. You can’t help but choke as he hits the back of your throat suddenly, but you don’t pull away - you know how much he loves to leave you choking on his dick.

“Shit, look at you, taking me so far down your slutty little throat. You’re so good for me, you know that?” Jeonghan’s praises always spur you on, the desire to make him feel good taking priority because you know he’ll always return the gesture tenfold.

You attempt to nod, swallowing around him, driving Jeonghan even crazier. He thrusts up shallowly, beginning to languidly fuck your mouth.

His hold on your hair stays tight, the feeling of his nails digging into your scalp burning along with the ache in your jaw, but you stay where you are, gagging around his cock. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them around in your palm which draws a deep whine from his throat.

Jeonghan scrambles in his pocket for the remote to the vibrator, turning it higher. You manage a wet, garbled squeal around his length, your eyes crossing as you feel your orgasm approaching faster than the speed of light.

“Gonna cum again, princess? Gonna get that pussy slick and sticky for me?”

“Mmph!” You breathe loudly out of your nose. Your eyes screw shut as Jeonghan thrusts into your mouth rougher, now holding your head completely still as he uses your throat as a fleshlight. The tension in your belly finally snaps, shockwaves rushing through you as you cum with an incoherent attempt to yell Jeonghan’s name.

Your loud gasp rings out through the car as he yanks you off of him by your hair. You greedily gulp air into your lungs, body shaking as you continue to ride your orgasm out.

“Is my princess doing alright?” Jeonghan checks, his fingers lightly massaging your scalp.

“Y-yes,” you stutter out.

“Perfect. Come here.” Jeonghan places a kiss on your lips and helps you wiggle out of your jeans and underwear, leaving them on the floor of the passenger seat. He manages to climb into the backseat of the car, helping you over the seats after him and maneuvering your tired body into his lap. Jeonghan reaches between your wet thighs, easing the vibrator out of you, shushing you as you groan at the loss. He tosses it into the passenger seat and helps you lift just enough for him to begin slipping his cock into you.

“Jeonghan!” You cry out as he stretches your walls. Even after cumming numerous times today and being filled with something all day, he still manages to feel heavy and impossibly thick. Your walls greedily suck him in, inch by inch, the sensation alone already making you lose yourself even more in everything that is Jeonghan.

“I know, princess. You’re so fucking tight, but fuck just like that.” His long fingers grip you, easing you into his lap until his dick is buried in you completely.

The two of you share a moan, taking a few seconds to adjust.

“Hannie…can I move please?” You whimper first, your oversensitivity ebbing away as overwhelming pleasure quickly replaces it.

“You wanna ride my dick, huh angel?”

“Yes, please Hannie,” you’re whining for him now, hips trembling at the dire need to get fucked.

“My slutty baby is so desperate for me,” Jeonghan purrs, trailing his hands around your hips to grab a handful of your ass. “Ride me, princess. Make me cum in your messy little cunt.”

Jeonghan’s dirty words set your skin on fire, and you do what he says. You plant your hands on his shoulders and your knees on either side of him for better leverage and begin bouncing in his lap with as much energy as you can muster. He keeps one hand anchored to your hips, helping you with each thrust and his other hand reaches up under your shirt and bra to roughly knead at your breast.

“Hannie…” His name is long and drawn out, egging on his eager hands to begin pinching your sensitive nipples.

“That’s right, princess. Who’s cock makes you feel so fucking full and good?” His words are steady, even as he starts to buck upwards, meeting your hips every time you drop down.

“Yours!”

“Fuck yeah. And this pussy is all mine,” he punctuates each of his words with a thrust, quickly jolting you up and down almost faster than you can keep up with.

The car rocks as he fucks into you, the air hot and stuffy and full of desperation from both of you. Sweat beads at your hairline as you ride Jeonghan and you manage to wrench your eyes open to look at him.

His dark hair sticks to his face, his forehead glistening with sweat much like yours, but fuck he looks as beautiful as always. His plump bottom lip is between his teeth as his brown eyes, half-lidded and full of desire stare back at you. A playful smirk graces his features and your heart immediately skips a beat.

Even when he’s teasing you mercilessly and talking to you in the filthiest ways, he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“Gonna hurry and cum for me, princess?”

“Yes, Hannie, yes, fuck!”

“Better hurry up. I don’t know how long we have until someone notices our car sitting here. They’ll all hear you crying for me like a whore.” This isn’t the first time Jeonghan’s fucked you stupid in his car, but it’s the first time he’s done it during the day when anyone could walk by and easily see your silhouette on top of him through the tinted windows. The idea scares you while simultaneously exciting you.

Jeonghan adjusts his hips a little, the slight angle change having his cockhead brush your g-spot just right, making your toes curl and anything that isn’t Jeonghan cumming inside of you vanishes from your mind.

“Fuck, Jeonghan, yes, yes, yes!” You babble out. You need to cum again so fucking bad - your fourth orgasm of the day so close you can practically taste it. You continue to meet each of his powerful thrusts, your hips burning, but you ignore it, getting closer, closer, closer.

Jeonghan’s right hand snakes between the two of you. His nimble fingers expertly find your swollen clit and rub at it, rolling it between his perfect fingers.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close - so fucking close. Be a good girl and cum with me.” Jeonghan doesn’t give you a chance to answer and instead buries his left hand in your hair and yanks you forward to crash your lips together. The kiss is all teeth, tongue, and spit. It’s messy and needy, capturing your shared lust.

“Hannie!” You gasp between kisses. “Can I?!” You barely get the words out as he mutters a ‘yes’ against your lips, allowing you to let go. The sound of your blood rushing to your head fills your ears as you hold your breath and your orgasm hits you like a bus.

“Yes, yes squeeze me just like that, angel! Fuck!” Jeonghan throws his head back as he cums, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he paints your walls, your name on his tongue as he does.

You sag against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder. You feel Jeonghan’s fingers rubbing circles on your back while you both steady your breathing.

“I love you, Hannie,” you say, your hands wrapping around his torso to pull him closer into a proper hug.

“I love you too, Y/n.” He reciprocates the embrace, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“We should probably get going,” you whisper as another minute ticks by. You didn’t want to separate but it would only be a matter of time before someone nosey happened by.

“Yeah, we should.” Neither of you moves at first after he agrees, but your hips are starting to ache so you begrudgingly sit upright. Jeonghan’s hands hold your waist as he helps you slowly lift yourself until his softening cock slips out.

Flopping onto the seat next to him, you lazily readjust your bra and shirt as he tucks himself back into his jeans and fixes his hair. He helps you move back into the front seat and you wrestle with getting your jeans back on as he climbs into the driver's seat and takes a sip of his now-warm boba.

Once back on the road you reach out to grab at his hand resting on the center console. He gives your hand a squeeze in return, threading his fingers with yours.

“Can we get food on the way home?” You ask, suddenly noticing how hungry you are.

Jeonghan snickers, giving you a look before focusing on the road again.

“All your energy is gone from cumming so much, huh?”

“Stop!” You pretend to be scandalized, smacking the back of his hand. “But yes, actually!”

Jeonghan brings your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on the back of it.

“Yeah okay, we’ll grab something. You’ll need to regain your strength anyway.” You blink at him, your boyfriend chuckling at your silence. “Did you forget what I said already? I told you that you wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day, didn’t I? I’m not done fucking you, princess.” Heat spreads across your neck and up to your face. Fuck, he did say that earlier, didn’t he? Yoon Jeonghan was truly going to be the end of you. “Now what would you like to eat, my love?”

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upat4amwiththemoon · 25 days

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Family of two

Summary: …may become a family of three.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader, WandaNat

Warnings: none

Word count: 1230

a/n: might become a series/its own au, might not, it depends so I haven’t decided yet. Let me know what you think!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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Wanda hums to herself as she cooks Sokovian food. She is wearing a flowy dress, a neat one but not too fancy. There’s a smile on her face. Her two favourite people are meeting each other today.

“Y/N!” Wanda calls out, mixing the sauce in the pan. “She’ll be here in an hour, hun.”

Y/N, who is pacing around her room, frowns at the muffled words coming through the closed door of her bedroom. The dress she is wearing per Wanda’s request flows in the air as she turns around. It’s a sundress, baby pink with small forget-me-nots printed on it.

She isn’t excited for this dinner. In her thirteen-year-old mind, their family is already complete enough for the two of them. Of course she wants her mother to be happy, but they’ve been this way since she was born, and change is difficult.

Not answering, she huffs and sits down on her bed. The smell of the food is making her mood slightly better, it’s comforting to smell the Sokovian food that she grew up eating, as it’s usually reserved for special occasions nowadays.

For the remaining hour, Y/N stays in her room playing video games while she waits for the inevitable.

A knock comes from the front door of the house at six o’clock on the dot. Wanda sets down the food on the dining table, washing her hands quickly before going to open the door.

Outside the door stands Natasha Romanoff with the widest smile on her face. “Hi, babe.” She kisses her before being led inside. “I brought some gifts for Y/N, or bribes,” she shrugs, “whichever word fits better.”

Wanda giggles, “she’ll like you, don’t worry.” She takes out three plates from a cabinet, setting two of them on one side and the third one to the opposite side. “Y/N! Natasha is here.”

Letting out a breath, Y/N stands up and makes her way out of her room. She has a straight face as she stops in front of her mom and Natasha. “Hi.” Her voice is quiet and her gaze keeps moving.

“Hey.” Natasha keeps looking at Y/N, almost unnaturally much. “Here,” she hands her a bag, “gifts for you.”

“Oh.” Y/N takes it and looks inside. There’s a soft looking teddy bear, some chocolates, and a book she has wanted for a while. She’s bribing me, is her first thought, though she doesn’t say it out loud in front of Wanda.

Her mother is looking at her with her brows raised.

“Thanks.” She murmurs, setting the bag down on the couch before sitting down on her seat around the dinner table.

Wanda gives Natasha an apologetic look before the two women do the same. The atmosphere is treading towards uncomfortable as they all put food on their plates.

Clearing her throat, Natasha glances at Y/N. “So, your mom told me that you like theatre.” Her statement makes Y/N glance at Wanda before she nods. “Are you..in a theatre group? Or do you just prefer watching them?”

“I’m not in a group.”

“Y/N has a hard time meeting new people.” Wanda pipes in once she realizes Y/N is going to be giving short answers today.

“Mom!”

“It’s okay,” Natasha says quickly, not wanting the girl to feel embarrassed, “I do too. It’s stressful to meet new people.”

Y/N huffs, her gaze locked on her full plate as she moves the food around with her fork. “How long have you two been together?” She decides to change the subject. She doesn’t want the conversation to be about her.

“Nine months, honey.”

She nods, looking at her mom. “So, is it serious then?”

“Y/N.” Wanda gives her a warning look. “Yes, we are in a serious relationship. And I really love her.”

Her gaze move from Wanda to Natasha, her eyes squinted the slightest. “I really love your mom too.” Natasha says quickly, feeling just a bit threatened.

Y/N hums, going back to playing with her food. She doesn’t know what to think of the situation. Slowly, the table goes back to tense silence. Wanda taps her fingers against the table, her eyes hopping from her daughter to her girlfriend and back.

Biting her lip, she quickly blurts out, “Natasha owns a motorcycle.”

Natasha furrows her brows as she looks at Wanda, who is giving her a look to start talking. “Uhm, yeah? I have a motorcycle.” She mumbles, unsure about where Wanda was going with this.

Squinting her eyes, Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda. “You think that motorcycles are death machines.”

“Yes..but you think they’re cool.”

“You do?” Natasha smiles when Y/N nods. “That’s great. Maybe you can test ride it someday?”

Her eyes widen in subtle excitement, though Wanda squashes it down right away. “Absolutely not!” She sends a warning look to both Y/N and Natasha.

“When she’s older, I mean.” Natasha corrects herself quickly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she has a small smile on her face as she finally starts to eat the food in front of her. For the rest of the dinner, Wanda and Natasha keep most of the conversation going.

“What did you think about Natasha?” Wanda picks out a book from Y/N’s bookshelf before sitting next to her on the bed.

Y/N shrugs, laying her head on Wanda’s lap. “She’s okay, I guess.” There’s a small pause while Wanda looks for the page they last left on. They both enjoy those routine, Wanda reading for Y/N before she goes to bed, even though she thinks of herself a bit too old to have bedtime stories read to her. “I didn’t like it when you said it’s difficult for me to meet new people. It made me uncomfortable.” She mumbles.

Wanda sighs, setting the book down momentarily. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I was just nervous and it slipped out.”

“You don’t like..talk about my personal stuff with her, do you?”

“No, of course not.” Her hand goes to Y/N’s hair, combing through it softly. “I would never tell anything personal about you without your permission, okay? It was an honest mistake.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

Wanda’s eyes are locked on Y/N’s profile, she can see the slight apprehension on her face. “Are you scared?” She whispers, her fingers moving to Y/N’s cheek, moving around with feather light touches.

“Scared of what?”

“Things changing.”

“Yeah.” Y/N swallows. She fiddles with her hands under the cover. “I’m scared you’ll love me less.”

“I could never love you less, baby.” Her hand moves Y/N’s head to a position where they can hold eye contact. “You love your friends right?And you tell them you love them.” Y/N nods.” “Does that make you love me less?”

“No.”

“Does saying I love you more make you mean those words less.”

“No.”

Wanda smiles softly, “exactly.” Her fingertips move from Y/N’s cheek to her forehead, and down her nose. “You’re still my number one priority, and always will be.”

Smiling back, Y/N nods softly, moving around so she is in the most comfortable position. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Wanda picks the book back up, and starts reading the next chapter.

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Five headcanons from the obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU for Plot Bunny, which may or may not all make it into the actual fic itself. Headcanons are slightly leaned towards Kon’s powers because Plot Bunny was specifically interested in my headcanons for those in this AU, but also including Tim being a useless bisexual.

Kon brags constantly about the things his TTK does that are either Superman-esque abilities or that he thinks are either impressive or flashy enough to pass for impressive. He does not think to brag about things like “technically I have a 360-degree field of perception”, because he’s like “well it only works if nothing’s flying or hovering and it’s not like vision, so it’s just whatever” as opposed to being like “most things/people cannot fly or hover and it also accounts for things like people hiding behind cover, so actually it’s real fucking useful, isn’t it”. Frequently he just doesn’t think to mention little utility-specific uses of his powers at all, in fact. No, this acid isn’t touching him, he can be acidproof if he wants. No, he can’t actually choke on anything. Yeah, he can set bones and relocate dislocations on himself and others without needing an X-ray or an MRI involved. Sure, he could just stop somebody’s heart, but why would he??

Tim has gotten out of the habit of a lot of his hobbies in favor of Robin-ing. Robbies. He has Robbies now, not hobbies. It’s not like he never picks up a camera or a skateboard or a video game anymore, just . . . well . . . like, not never, that’s all. He’s pretty sure he touched his skateboard last week? When he . . . moved it to the other corner while he was cleaning his room . . . uh. Well. Still counts, right??

Kon has much better fine motor control over his TTK than he usually bothers to demonstrate in the field because he actually spends a lot of his time bored and understimulated in a lab environment, so he just fucks around with it to entertain himself. For him, it’s an extension of his sense of touch, which makes him incredibly tactile as a person. But he also thinks it might be a little weird how tactile he is compared to other people, so he is much likelier to be petting the soft silky thing with his TTK than his actual, oh, I don’t know, hands? Because people don’t even notice when it’s his TTK, obviously, but they definitely notice when he's doing it with his hands. He actually does a lot of little things with his TTK that people don’t usually pick up on, because it’s just things like adjusting crooked frames and plucking lint off people’s clothes and fixing their hair or tucking their shirt tags into their collars and picking inconvenient locks, and if Tim knew Kon could do that kind of thing so subtly and easily, he would immediately lose his ever-loving mind about it. And also teach him how to pick pockets and crack safes, probably. Kon, obliviously, does not realize just how fucking useful those little things could actually be in hero-ing, because to him they're just normal little tricks he can just do whenever, not anything special or impressive. And like, why would he pick the lock when he could just punch the door down? Superman would punch the door down, right? And punching the door down looks cooler! So obviously he's gonna do that!

Tim accidentally developed his initial crush on Kon via constant exposure through stupid teen magazine posters. He will swear on his life it started when they first met and fought supervillains together, but no, it was definitely that Kon was hot in those stupid cheesy posters that Tim kept running into while he did research on the new kid in the superhero community. Also he read so many of those lame tabloid interviews. Just . . . so, so many. Ugh. And he actually does keep up on Kon's Twitter and probably his Insta too.

Kon absolutely accidentally holds himself back from his full potential as a superhero without really realizing it because he thinks “what would Superman do?” while mostly knowing Superman through hearsay, information uploads from biased sources, and what few facets of his personality Clark is actually willing to show him. So he has a very skewed image of him, obviously, and is trying to grow up and be a person Clark isn't and no one really could be. But Kon identifies himself as Superboy because he doesn’t have anything else he knows how to be, and Superboy came from Superman, so he concentrates less on certain aspects of his powers and more on the Kryptonian-imitating ones. Again: he could just unlock the door, but Superman would punch it, right? Right??

#timkon #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #plot bunny #meta ecetera

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cositapreciosa · 4 months

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Serve, love & protect

Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words

a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3

‘’ You lied to me. ‘’

‘’ I did. ‘’

‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’

He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.

‘’ I… ‘’

His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’

He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.

‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’

‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’

Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.

‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’

You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.

‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.

You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.

‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’

The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.

He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.

‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’

Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.

‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.

He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.

‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’

You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.

‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.

‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’

‘’ He did. ‘’

Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.

‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’

‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’

We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.

‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.

‘’ You could say that. ‘’

He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.

‘’ You really like me? ‘’

‘’ I do, very much. ‘’

You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.

‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’

‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’

He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.

To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.

A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.

When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.

His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.

‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’

Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.

‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’

He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.

‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’

You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.

‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’

Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.

The most pleasant job in the world.

#mayans imagines #gilly lopez x you #gilly x reader #gilly lopez x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #mayans fanfic

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bsstories · 1 year

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Teach Me?

Pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

Rating: nsfw, mature, 18+. MDNI

Word Count: tba, wrote this on mobile LMAO

Genre: smut, fluff, friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au

summary: you & mikasa were childhood best friends that told each other everything. mikasa opens up about her struggles with intimacy and you show her the ropes.

tags/warnings: friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au, fluff, smut (mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, kissing/making out, groping/heavy petting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), praise, light body worship, use of pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, etc.), blacking out after an orgasm) (as usual, if i missed anything, lmk!)

You and Mikasa have been friends since childhood. Ever since you had met, you were attached at the hip. And despite having ups and downs like anyone else, you found yourselves closer than ever during college.

Mikasa has always been the innocent one, the one with that soft, wide-eyed naivety that comes with inexperience. Despite being smart as a whip and wildly talented in everything she does, underneath her quietly dangerous facade is nothing but a quiet, blushing virgin. You, on the other hand, were full of knowledge when it came to sex and pleasure, and though your attempts to help your dear friend learn would suggest otherwise, she could never quite get past her fear of her own body and intimacy. You regularly discuss her hang ups with pleasure but Mikasa was still painfully clueless when it came to her own body.

You didn’t necessarily blame her; in all the time you’ve known her, she’s prioritized her studies and the people she loved above all else. Valedictorian, avid community member, and overall saint, Mikasa never had the time to unwind and explore herself. Sure, her diet was almost as clean as it could be and she was stronger than most of your friends in terms of physical strength, but she was never one to give in the curious voice in the back of her head that urged her to figure out what the hype around masturbation and sex was all about.

One day you’re hanging out together at home alone, trying your best to study but ultimately failing and instead favoring talking about anything and everything else.

You were sat cross-legged on her bed, snacking on some random trail mix you found in your pantry and listening to Mikasa rant about a god-awful date she had gone on the previous weekend. It seemed to only get worse the more she went on and on more than one occasion you had to stop her just to drop in a casual, “what the fuck” or “you’re kidding, right?”

“And then,” she huffed, frustratedly pushing her inky black fringe out of her face, “after making out for no more than ten minutes or so, the fucker goes, ‘can’t we just like… stick it in?’ Can you believe that? It’s the first fucking date! We’re in his mom’s 2007 Toyota corolla! And he wants to just stick his dick in me? He doesn’t even know my last name!”

A disbelieving but amused laugh escapes you as you listen to the animated re-telling of Mikasa’s quite tragic excuse of a date. “I’m assuming you didn’t,” you begin, “you know, just stick it in?”

Mikasa huffs out an airy laugh. “I- no. No, I didn’t. He- he did finger me though.”

Your hand halts halfway to your mouth, your jaw dropped in surprise. If you had loosened your fingers any more, the handful of trail mix you held would have made a mess all over Mikasa’s grey bedsheets.

“He- you let him finger you?” you repeat disbelievingly.

“Well, yeah? Sort of? I mean, he could only get one finger in because I was too squirmy to let him use any more than that. It didn’t last super long.”

“You were okay with it, right? You gave consent and everything?”

“I did, don’t worry. Honestly, I think I was just hoping that since I was kinda interested in the guy I’d actually feel something for once,” she said dejectedly, visibly deflating at the thought.

You sit up a little straighter, pushing the half-empty bowl away from you. “But you said you weren’t super comfortable with him, right? Mikasa, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re hardly comfortable getting yourself off.”

She seemed to become very interested in her chipped red nail polish then, her head hung as she wrung her fingers together anxiously. “I know. I guess… I guess I was just hoping that this time would be… different? I wanted to feel normal for once, not like something’s wrong with me.”

The words barely leave her lips before you’re on your knees, pulling the girl into a tight hug. You feel her relax against you, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mik, I promise you there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nobody just knows what they like when it comes to sex; it’s a learning curve. There is absolutely nothing wrong with still figuring out what your body does or doesn’t like and clearly this guy wasn’t the right person to help you discover those things.”

Mikasa seems to freeze up a bit at that, slowly pulling away from your embrace. From behind her bangs, you can see how pink her face had gotten.

“Okay… um… I’m going to say something, and before you react, let me finish first, okay?” the words come out in a rush, something you’re not used to when it comes to Mikasa. She was strikingly well-spoken, incredibly intelligent and articulate. It was rare to see her stumble over her words the way she was right now.

“I- yeah, of course. Go ahead, love.”

Mikasa sucks in a breath. You can’t tell if it’s to mentally prepare herself from whatever it was she was going to ask you or because of the affectionate pet name that happened to slip out when you responded to her. “So… I was thinking… You’ve been trying to help me with this whole sex thing for a long time now and you’re the only person I have ever been comfortable talking to about all of this… You’re my best friend and the person I trust more than anyone… and I don’t want what I’m going to ask to change or ruin anything at all, but I’m getting a bit desperate and -“

“Mikasa, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” you interrupt. And you weren’t lying. Her rambling was so out of the ordinary that it was probably way more concerning than what she was so scared to ask.

“Canyouteachmehowtomasturbate?” she rushed out finally.

You sit there for a moment, processing. It takes a second to understand what she said since it all came out in one breath, and then another second to recognize what it was she was asking you to do. And for the second time tonight, you feel your jaw drop.

“I- what?” you say intelligently.

Mikasa avoids your gaze but you can still see the embarrassment in her expression and the nervous fidgeting she’s doing with her hands. It’s rather cute.

You raise your eyebrows at your own thought. Where the hell did that come from? Your best friend asks you to teach her how to masturbate and immediately you’re attracted to her?

But… how immediate was it really? Mikasa was objectively very beautiful. She had a kind heart and intelligence beyond words. Her physical beauty only reflected how gorgeous her soul was. Sure, you’ve always admired her, but it was never anything more than a friend appreciating a friend… or was it?

Mikasa was your rock, the person you cared about more than anything. You didn’t think something like this could ruin the relationship you two had, but who knows? All you knew was that you’d be damned if you lost her just because of some sort of post-vulnerable-moment awkwardness.

You brushed your thoughts away and grounded yourself by pinching your thigh. Mikasa was your best friend. And she needed your help.

“You know what, never mind. That was such a stupid thing to say, I’m so sorry I even mentioned it-”

“Okay.”

This time, it was Mikasa’s turn to freeze up. You almost laughed at how cute she looked completely and utterly shocked. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was trying to find the words to respond but couldn’t.

Eventually, “I- okay? Okay, like…”

“Okay, like, I’ll help you.” You said.

Mikasa stared at you like she couldn’t believe you had agreed.

You take a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. “Um… I guess the absolute first step is going to be getting yourself into the mood.”

Your ebony-haired friend seemed to suddenly snap out of her disbelief at your words. “Woah, we’re gonna start right now?”

“I’m sorry, did you want to postpone this to later? Do you have somewhere else to be right now?”

Mikasa shoves your shoulder, face red-hot with embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off. You know I’m awkward with these things.”

“That’s what we’re trying to fix right now, babe,” you answer smugly. The girl across from you rolls her eyes.

“Fine. How do you suggest I ‘get in the mood’?”

“I mean personally, I’m always horny,” Mikasa snickers in response. You decide to ignore her. “But to get me going I usually will read some smut or just start teasing myself if I have the time and patience.”

“Sure, but… I get horny too and nothing really comes from it. Literally, I guess.” You both giggle at her unintentional pun. “My biggest problem is that I don’t know how… I don’t know what…”

“You don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Mikasa flushes, avoiding your gaze. After a beat or two, she nods in affirmation. You suck in a breath.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Silence.

And then, “Yes.”

Time freezes for a moment and you find yourself unable to breathe. You certainly weren’t expecting your study date to be productive, but there was no way you could’ve guessed it was going to turn out to be a tutoring session for masturbation. But looking at your best friend now, all pink-faced and embarrassed, big doe eyes wide with incredulity and chest heaving in anticipation, you can’t say you’re disappointed with how the day turned out.

Wordlessly, you start to shed your jacket, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a near-silent plop. Mikasa watches you intently as you go to grip the hem of your t-shirt and then nods when you look at her questioningly, a silent request for permission.

You’ve seen each other in only underwear - sometimes less - countless times. This wasn’t new or different for you two by any means. But the context, the atmosphere, could not be less similar.

“I’m going to show you what I do, and then if you’re comfortable with it, you can start to copy me.” you say softly.

“Okay.” Mikasa responds almost breathlessly, watching as you continue to strip until you’re left in only your underwear.

You had to admit, there was something strangely erotic about the situation you found yourself in right now. Thinking about your frustratingly attractive best friend watching you as you got yourself off was more hot than you’d thought it would be.

“I always get myself comfortable. I don’t like being fully dressed when I masturbate if I can avoid it… it gets too hot. It’s also just easier to tease and work yourself up if you have easier access to your own body,” You explain. You lean against Mikasa’s headboard clad in only your bra and panties and slowly begin to trail your fingertips over your breasts and stomach.

“This would probably be around the time I get some reading material or porn out if I’m feeling frustrated. But I don’t really need it right now,” you’ve started to ramble as you realize just how quiet and focused Mikasa had become. Her gaze was locked on to your hands, watching with an unreadable expression as you traced the cups of your bra and underwire. You clear your throat and continue, “I’m not the most sensitive around my tits unless I’m about to get my period. So right now, for instance, they’re a lot more tender than usual.”

You take a deep breath before finally pulling the cups of your bra down, exposing your chest to your best friend and to the cool bedroom. Your fingertips instinctually travel to your nipples and begin to play around with them, rolling them between your thumb and forefingers and giving them an occasional tug. “I kinda skip this bit when I’m super sexually frustrated but for the sake of… what would you even call this? A demonstration?” You giggle nervously for the sake of it, Mikasa half-heartedly joining in. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a way that almost seemed painful. “You okay, Mik?”

Dark brown, almost black eyes snap back up to meet yours. Her cheeks flush pink as if she just realized that she had been caught staring. “Oh… yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You nod slowly. Without even really thinking about it, you reach around your back and unclip the restrictive garment, sighing in relief as it loosens and falls to the top of the bed. “God, I hate those things.”

Your fingers find their way to your mouth as you subconsciously wet them and bring them back to your hardened nipples, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.

“Now is usually about when I get myself more… wet, I guess? Jeez, it’s so weird saying this all out loud,” you comment quietly. “I love lightly stroking my inner thighs. They’re super sensitive and usually get me going the quickest.”

You shift a bit more in an attempt to get yourself comfy. Then you realize that you literally have to spread your legs in front of your best friend, who you realize, again, has fallen uncharacteristically silent for the nth time that evening. But the familiar warmth in your lower tummy and the thrumming in your veins prevents you from thinking too much of it, rather encouraging you to get on with the demonstration.

You were so consumed with the details that you hadn’t even realized that your attempts to get yourself horny had worked just as well as usual, if not more so.

Without any further hesitation, you spread your legs, essentially presenting your absolutely sopping pussy to your best friend. You follow through with your own instructions, carefully tracing your inner thighs with your fingers and gradually getting closer and closer to your core.

“At this point,” you breathe out. “I may start teasing myself over my underwear.” Your fingers dance over your panty-clad clit and you sigh, your hips pushing forward into your hand. You can feel the way your body reacts to even the slightest touches, your chest heaving and breath quickening, and you forget to say any sort of bullshit before you strip off your panties completely.

Your fingers find your opening almost out of instinct and you’re startled by how slick you’ve become; you were positively gushing, your arousal covering every inch of your folds and dripping down your labia. “I always start with clit stimulation,” you say quickly, fingers finding the bud with practiced ease and beginning to rub slow, steady circles around it. You hum contentedly. “If I’m too lazy to use my fingers or just wanna blow off some steam, I’ll just use my vibrator. But my fingers almost always give me the best orgasm.”

You pick up the pace, rubbing diligent circles around your clit and melting into the bed beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that you lose yourself in it, wholly forgetting that your best friend is there.

But Mikasa?

She is far too invested in the sight in front of her.

Mikasa has always found you stunning. The first time you guys met was when she first asked her mother if she could marry a girl one day if she wanted to. And while she never actively pursued anything past friendship with you, she still loved you dearly. Her attraction to you was just simply never enough to get in the way of your relationship.

But now? Watching you, in your birthday suit, getting lost in your own pleasure and body with little care or hesitation? She’s not sure she can justify putting that attraction on the back burner any longer. The way your back arches off her lush comforter, the way your hips buck every so often when you hit your clit ever so perfectly, the way your nose and eyes scrunch as you let bliss overtake your senses… Mikasa can’t honestly say she has ever seen anything more beautiful.

The little whimpers and sighs that fall from your bitten lips are music to her ears, a song she wants to listen to on repeat until the end of time. When you open your eyes once more to look at her and say, “eventually… eventually I’ll slip a finger or two in”, Mikasa nearly ascends.

The lips and folds of your pussy are absolutely soaked, puffy and swollen from arousal and stimulation. They were drenched in your juices and glistening like gems. When your middle finger finally slips into your waiting hole, Mikasa can’t help the moan that leaves her lips and mixes in with your own, a perfect harmony.

Whether you hear it or not is irrelevant, especially when masturbating has almost never felt this intense. Mikasa watching you has had a much stronger affect than you could have ever anticipated. Thinking about how she looks at you, imagining that your hand was her own has you squirming, your walls clenching and contracting with every new image your mind conjures up.

Suddenly, you’re broken out of your own daydreams by the sound of a zipper being undone. Your eyes snap open in time to see Mikasa shakily pulling off her jeans. The blush that had stubbornly remained dusted on her nose and cheeks had spread down to her chest, which was now flushed a bashful pink. Her tits - ones you’ve always envied for their sheer perfection - were hardly contained by the pathetic excuse of a shirt she wore, nipples hard and poking through the thin cotton. You’re about to beg her to take it off when she shucks it off with the same urgency her jeans came off with.

“Gonna join me?” You smile softly, slowing your fingers but not ever stopping. Mikasa looks at you, pupils blown wide and chest heaving.

“I… I can’t just watch. Feels like torture,” she answers quickly. You suck in a breath as she situates herself opposite of you, spreading her legs in similar fashion as you and never breaking eye contact. It takes herculean effort to not ogle at her chest, but you know that if you even snuck a peak, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from sucking one of her tits into your mouth. Instead, your gaze drops to her pussy, which looks almost as, if not more, wet than your own. Her pastel pink panties were nearly sheer from her arousal. “I don’t think I need to do any of the teasing,” she says bluntly. You nod your head eagerly in agreement.

You dip two fingers into your hole at that point and can’t hold back the moan that leaves you. The stretch was delightful, the curl of your fingertips even more so.

Mikasa’s patience snaps. Her panties are off in a flash and her hand snakes down to her core. She’s pleasantly shocked by how wet she’d gotten, but she hardly has enough time to register the satisfaction before she hears…

“Mikasa…” you sigh.

Your best friend whines in desperation after hearing the way you moaned her name, starting her first attempt to mimic the motions you showed her earlier. Her middle and ring finger trace clumsy but eager circles around her clit… or at least the general vicinity of it. You watch in fascination as the ebony-haired girl takes her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration and quickens the pace of her fingers.

“Whoa, okay. Slow down a bit, Mik, it’s not a race,” you chuckle lightly, your own motions slowing down to prevent yourself from cumming too quick. “Slowly, gently… Okay?”

Mikasa hums in affirmation, slowing her circles just a bit. You watch as her slender fingers play with her simply stunning pussy with both a sense of teacher-like criticism and lust-induced arousal.

“Your clit’s gonna be a little higher than that. Right about,” you draw out the vowels, reaching to grab her wrist with your clean hand and directing it a bit higher. “here.”

At that moment you both look up, realizing how startlingly close you were. Though she was leaning back on her one free hand, you were practically hovering over her; your faces were mere inches apart, so close that you could feel the light puffs of her exhales on your burning face. Mikasa’s eyes dart between your own before falling to your lips. Your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet them.

The girl across from you groans, hanging her head. “You… you’re gonna need to stop doing that,” she sighs. Her head drops to avoid eye contact, out of embarrassment or frustration you don’t know. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head and trying to regain eye contact with her.

Your words die in your throat. The gaze you’re locked in with your best friend is way more than just intense. You can’t seem to look away, not that you’d really want to in the first place. Mikasa looks desperate in a way you’ve never seen before, pupils blown out completely and breath coming out in short pants.

You can’t resist dragging your eyes over her figure this time; her whole body was covered in a light layer of sweat and glimmered under the purple LED lights in her room. The hand you had a hold on was trembling slightly and you moved to grab on to it reassuringly. It’s quiet enough in her room that you can still hear the sound of her gulping over the low music you had switched on earlier. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of her, letting your gaze move back up to her eyes. “Mik…” you call out softly.

The nickname seems to be her breaking point. Without any apparent hesitation, Mikasa sits up and presses her lips to yours, locking them in a gentle yet searing kiss. You can’t help but make a small noise of surprise in the back of your throat, but as her previously busy hand slowly travels up your arm to cup the back of your neck, you find yourself melting into her body.

Her lips are some of the softest, if not the softest, you’ve ever felt in your whole life. As she began to move her mouth against yours it took everything in you to not audibly curse yourself out for holding back for so long. You let your body react the way you’ve always wanted it to, your arm snaking around Mikasa’s waist and pulling her body flush against your own. She gasps into your mouth but you silence it almost immediately with your tongue, trying to memorize the feeling and taste of hers. She clings to your shoulders as you lean back, propping herself up on your lap with your chests pressing against one another’s.

Every inch of skin that makes contact with Mikasa’s feels as if it’s aflame, each matching heartbeat sending blood rushing to your head and heat spreading down to your pussy. Your hands are insatiable, never lingering in one place for too long and desperately trying to feel every dip and curve of your best friend’s figure. They eventually settle in her unusually wild ebony hair, tangling up in the soft strands and gently maneuvering her so you had access to her neck.

You find yourself pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses along her jugular, nipping and sucking more and more as you make your way closer to her chest. Her sweet moans and little whimpers spur you on, motivating you to wordlessly worship every bit of her body.

“Mikasa,” you breathe, pulling away for a moment. You heard her whine quietly and see her try to chase your lips with her own, but your tightened grip in her hair stops her. “Baby… please let me help you make you feel good.”

The girl in your arms freezes for a second, processing your words. Maybe it’s because even after making out with you for a few blissful moments she still isn’t sure how she found herself in this situation, or perhaps she was still nervous about her past experiences getting in her way of having a good time. But after a moment of thinking about it, however, she nods eagerly. “Please,” she finds herself whispering against your lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow exponentially just thinking about what you wanted to do to her.

You grin and kiss her again, this time long and slow… it’s sensual, the way your lips slide against one another’s, the way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of your chest and stomach. Your hands find their home on Mikasa’s hips and you gently guide her off of your lap.

Long, lean legs fall open for you almost as soon as Mikasa finds herself on her bed again. You vaguely register her getting herself situated, leaning back on her elbows and readjusting her hips, and instead find yourself (once again) being absolutely entranced by her pussy.

“What do you want, Mik?” you ask quietly, shifting your gaze up to her own as you lowered yourself to your stomach. Your face was only mere inches away from Mikasa’s dripping hole and it took some of the most intense self control of your life to stop yourself from diving straight in. You could hear Mikasa’s breath hitch as you let your hands rest on the insides of her thighs, your fingers kneading at her soft skin.

“You already know.” she says shakily, gripping on to her bedsheets in anticipation as your touch moved closer and closer to where she wanted you most.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Mikasa feels trapped in your stare, like your eyes were boring into her soul. But, strangely, she didn’t feel nervous or scared. Instead, all she felt was intense longing and lust, want that scratched at her heart and throat and threatened to come spilling out the more you worked her up. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before finally admitting, “I- I want you to make me cum.”

From between her legs, you smile up at her fondly, feeling both proud of her courage and endeared by her desire.

Wordlessly, you lower your face down to her cunt, and without breaking eye contact you take your first confident lick.

Both of you groan in unison, Mikasa in response to the most intense and pleasurable sensation she’s ever felt and you in response to how damn good she tasted. You can’t seem to stop yourself anymore now that you’ve finally gotten a taste of her, eagerly beginning to lick her out.

Mikasa is in heaven right now. She’s convinced that you’re an absolute goddess, a gift from above sent to her for… well, she can’t even begin to imagine what she had to have done to deserve you as she watches your eyes unfocus, losing yourself in her pussy. She feels like she can barely breathe while you have your mouth on her, the tip of your tongue prodding at her entrance and flicking at her clit. When you wrap your perfect lips around the bud and give it the first little suck, she has to bite down on her tongue to prevent too embarrassing a sound from coming out.

You’re not the tidiest person to begin with, but you eat Mikasa out like a starved woman, your spit and her slick absolutely soaking the bottom half of your face. You can’t help yourself. Not when Mikasa makes the prettiest noises and pulls on your hair the way she does.

“F-fuck, baby,” she swears under her breath. You hum in response, looking up at her with wide, doe eyes, at which she promptly curses again. It’s a difficult task, pulling yourself away from her, but you manage. Mikasa whines but you shush her softly, your hand moving from her thigh to her folds to keep her stimulated.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” You ask gently, fingertips rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.

Mikasa looks positively wrecked. But she attempts a weak smile. “You’re too good at this,” she replies. You chuckle, letting your middle finger slide down her folds and push into her hole. Your best friend sighs, letting her head tip back.

“Well, it’s not hard when the company’s good,” you say. She laughs a bit at that but it’s cut off by a strangled moan when you finally let yourself play with her tits. You decide that this is your new favorite spot: two fingers in your best friend’s cunt with your lips wrapped around her nipples.

Your fingers feel around and curl to find the spot that you know will make Mikasa see stars. You know you’ve found it when she cries out, hips jumping off the bed and back arching. The grin that spreads on your face is uncontainable.

“There we go,” you sigh, quickening the pace of your fingers and making sure you hit that same spot over and over again.

Mikasa isn’t sure she’s ever made this much noise with a partner but she can’t bring herself to care in that moment. She can’t seem to control her body anymore either, her hips seemingly working as if they had a mind of their own. The sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of her pussy are downright lewd, and the rhythmic squelching mixed with her moans is pornographic is every sense of the word.

When you trail kisses down her navel and back onto her cunt, Mikasa’s world explodes. Your fingertips are hitting the same delicious spot over and over again and your lips are busy with her clit, tongue sweeping harsh and deliberate licks on it in time with your fingers. An unfamiliar feeling fills her lower stomach, a warmth that travels down her legs and up her torso. It’s like a rubber band growing more and more taut, seconds away from snapping. And with one particular hand movement, it breaks.

Mikasa bites her lip so hard it bleeds as she cums more violently than you’ve ever seen before, her whole body shuddering like… well, like it was finally releasing two decades of built up tension. You’re deliberate in your movements, riding out the most intense orgasm you’ve ever seen as you savor the taste of her release and gently remove your fingers.

You look up and almost panic when you see Mikasa limp on the bed before you, but you’re reassured by her quiet, indiscernible murmuring. When you finally realize what had happened, you can’t stop yourself from laughing a little bit.

She passed out.

Oh, you are never gonna let her live this down.

Somehow, Mikasa finds herself laying in her bed with you laid out right beside her. She frowns; both of you are still as naked as the day you were born, but you had the courtesy to throw one of Mikasa’s homemade quilts over your bodies to conserve a bit of her remaining dignity.

“Wait… What just-”

“Think you might’ve blacked out for a second,” you giggle. Mikasa gapes at you and you can’t help but laugh harder. Your amusement seems to bring her back to the present though and she slaps your arm with a scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so now you wanna act all tough, huh?” you tease, nudging her with your elbow.

“Fuck off, I don’t have to tell you that was great.” she says. You smile at her, hand reaching over to push some of her hair out of her face. Your grin only grows when she lets her head lean into your palm.

“You certainly don’t.”

“You are insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“You’re right, I do.”

Now, that seems to catch you both off guard. Mikasa flushes bright red and avoids your eyes as you stare at her.

“What?”

“I- yeah, I mean. I thought that much was obvious?” It doesn’t seem to be a question but it comes out like one. Mikasa still won’t meet your gaze.

“Mikasa, if it were as obvious as you think it was I don’t think it would’ve taken nearly this long for anything to happen between us.”

Mikasa’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re probably right.”

“I know I am. Looks like both of us are just a little hopeless when it comes to some of this stuff.”

You both snort at the vast understatement.

A beat of silence passes before you add. “I love you, too.”

When you turn to look at the girl beside you, you find that she had already been staring at you, looking very deep in thought. Your face burns at the intensity of her stare and you clear your throat. Mikasa’s gaze refocuses instantly and she blushes, knowing she absolutely got caught.

“What, something on my face?”

“No, I guess I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Expecting me to say it back?“

Mikasa nods solemnly. Your heart swells, a cocktail of different emotions swirling around your chest like a hurricane. But somehow, it doesn’t feel overwhelming or bad. It just sits there, stalling.

“I think I only just figured it out for myself, to be honest,” you admit. “‘Cause I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship over a crush. But I guess it’s more than that. And I think it’s always been more than that… I’ve just been…”

“Scared?” Mikasa finished.

Now it’s your turn to nod. “I don’t regret it though. Any of this,” you say firmly. “In fact, I think this may be one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Mikasa smiles, a beautiful, real grin that lights up her equally stunning face.

“We can definitely agree on that.”

Silence again. Relieved, comfortable silence. It’s rather comforting.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mikasa sighs, meeting your stare again. You blush, opening your mouth to respond before she continues, “And… I was thinking…”

“By all means, keep doing that. If this is anything like the last time I’m sure I’ll like whatever you’re coming up with,” you joke, playing with the hand that wasn’t currently pillowing Mikasa’s face. Her skin is pretty tough, calloused and strong from years of lifting and working out. But somehow her hands still seemed delicate, almost doll-like. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by them, interlacing your fingers together in wonder.

Mikasa’s heart stutters at the tender gesture but she’s not deterred by it anymore. “I’d really like to return the favor, if you’re up for it.”

Almost immediately your movements stop. You think your heart stopped as well, for a moment or two. When you finally stop short-circuiting and turn your face to stare at Mikasa in shock, you sputter, “W-wait, return the favor? Like, right now?”

She laughs. “I’m getting deja vu,” Mikasa muses to herself. She sits up, leaning over you and caging your body in her arms. “It’s only fair, dontcha think?”

You feel your whole body burn, desire pushing its way through to the front of your awareness. “I mean… I’m not gonna stop you, but are you sure you want to?” Mikasa chooses that moment to dip her head and nuzzle your cheek, nosing her way to your neck to press soft kisses down your throat.

“I’m sure,” you gasp when you feel her teeth nip the sensitive skin around your collarbone and her lips suck a hickey on to it. “I’m a fast learner but I always pick things up better when I try them hands-on.”

A curious tweak of your nipples makes you moan, back arching into Mikasa’s playful touches. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” you ask breathlessly, watching the ebony-haired woman play with your tits with a fascinated looked on her face.

Mikasa lets out a low, dare-you-say sexy chuckle that makes you want to press your legs together. “Still here, love, don’t worry.” Her right hand slides up from your chest to your jaw, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss. The action has her thigh bump into your cunt, the tiny bit of contact against your aching clit making you gasp and moan into her mouth. You feel her grin into your mouth before trailing hot kisses along your jaw, her left hand going to cup your pussy. Your hips push into her palm on their own accord, chasing the feeling of her touch on your most sensitive spots. Mikasa leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to tell me how you like it, okay?”

Your eyes widen at her words, feeling more turned on than you had ever felt in your entire life. Nodding, you arch your body into your best friend’s. “Please, Mik,” you whimper.

Wordlessly, the ebony-haired beauty begins trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck to your chest, sucking little marks as she went. When she finally reached your tits, she glances up at you with a devious little gleam in her eyes before sucking a hard nipple into her mouth. You gasp, hand reaching up to card your fingers through Mikasa’s hair as the woman toys with your breast. Her tongue traces slow, deft circles around it before lightly sucking, her right hand going to play with your other breast.

You twitch in surprise as you feel Mikasa’s left hand beginning to wander, deft fingers curiously gathering your wetness and spreading it around your folds. The action is welcomed, though, as you find yourself utterly melting into her embrace. She giggles against your warm skin and you gasp at the vibrations it creates against your nipple.

“You’re so cute,” she coos, pulling away from your chest to look at you affectionately. She moves on to lavish your other breast with the same thoroughness as the first one and you keen, fingers tightening around her dark strands. You knew you shouldn’t ever underestimate Mikasa, no matter what, but you still found yourself floored at the total 180 she took from being a blushing, scared virgin to this self-assured, dare-you-say erotic woman in front of you in a mere hour. Your best friend was smart beyond words, and her ability to pick up new skills and execute them flawlessly the first time will never cease to amaze you.

Your train of thought is abruptly cut off when Mikasa begins pressing increasingly fast, sloppy kisses from your chest, down your stomach and finally to your inner thighs. A surprise nip to the sensitive skin there causes you to yelp and then giggle, equally aroused and endeared by this new side to the beautiful girl laid out in front of you.

Mikasa was having the time of her life teasing you. She basked in your little sounds, the little gasps and whimpers that escaped you as she marked up your pretty thighs music to her ears. And when she snuck a peak up at your face, watching how your brows furrowed and chest heaved in anticipation, she could feel her stomach clench with the need to please you the way you were able to please her.

As she brought her gaze back down to your center, Mikasa had to bite back a groan. Your pussy was practically begging to be touched with the way it was leaking, the wetness soaking even the delicate skin surrounding your swollen folds. She almost felt bad that you had gotten so close to a release only to stop and help her, but she was determined to fix that for you.

A gasp tore out of your throat when Mikasa finally placed a soft kiss to your clit. After your own attempts to get off and then experiencing something as sexy as watching your best friend come undone for the first time, to say that you were desperate was a bit of an understatement. You spread your legs wider in encouragement, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and push her closer to you.

When Mikasa’s tongue darted out and took it’s first little lick to your clit, you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Mikasa, meanwhile, groaned at your taste and latched her lips around the nub. Her hands gently kneaded at your thighs, keeping you spread for her.

It would be safe to say that you were losing your mind, at least a bit. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought that the beautiful girl lapping at your folds was a literal pro at eating pussy, her tongue and lips bold in their movements and somehow managing to bring you right to the edge in less that a minute.

“Shit, Mik, you’re a fucking natural,” you sighed, breath hitching when the raven-haired beauty let the tip of her tongue prod at your entrance. She looked up at you through dark, full eyelashes, already dark eyes nearly black with desire.

“I had a good teacher,” she breathed out, a devious smirk playing on her glistening lips as she dove back in with somehow even more enthusiasm than she had originally.

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing the top of Mikasa’s head when she wiggled her tongue into your leaking hole, experimenting with different movements and speeds to see what you reacted to.

Truthfully?

You didn’t care what she did. It all felt amazing. The pleasure coursing through your veins was white-hot and suffocating, leaving your brain blissfully empty, aside from the lingering thought of your talented and gorgeous best friend.

She was working magic on you. It was fucking insane to you that she was working you up this well and it was the first time she had ever done it. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have been too shocking; Mikasa was naturally gifted in basically everything she did. Eating pussy was no exception.

Her lips and tongue were exceptionally soft yet firm, tracing unrecognizable shapes and patterns on and around your clit, alternating between playing with the sensitive bud and sucking at your entrance.

It was like she was everywhere, and in an essence, she was. Her mouth was occupied, but her hands were adventurous and worshipping, running up and down your legs and torso with something akin to reverence. You couldn’t take your eyes off of hers, not that you wanted to to begin with. The adoration and love in her eyes filled you with indescribable warmth, which when paired with some of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, catapulted you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had in minutes.

You came with a cry, thighs threatening to trap Mikasa’s head between them as your body shook from the intensity of it all. She worked you through it, keeping your legs wide open and eagerly lapping up everything that you gave her.

When you finally came down from your high, you felt your arms go limp, hand leaving Mikasa’s head and dropping to your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Mikasa sat up, licking her lips before wiping the excess away with the back of her hand. She gazed down at you lovingly and crawled over you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“Good?” she whispered questioningly as she pulled away, resting her forehead on yours.

You laughed in disbelief. “Good? Mik, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. If that was your first time, I’m almost scared to see what you’ll be like with practice.”

Mikasa laughed, loud and boisterous, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, wrapping her lithe body in your arms and pulling her in closer.

“Well, only one way to find out,” she murmured in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’ve unleashed a monster,” you breathed out in mock-horror.

Both of you erupted in giggles, holding on to one another tightly.

“Thank you,” Mikasa said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I feel like I should be thanking you, love,” you responded, brushing her bangs out of her face. She smiled softly, kissing your palm.

“I think we both got pretty lucky.”

a/n: long time no see, lovelies! hope you enjoyed this :,,) i’ve been working on it for a long, LONG time because my writer’s block has been awful. i’m praying that it was worth the wait. if there are any mistakes or errors, just comment and i’ll try to fix them! <3

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a few more minutes. ☆ (dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, honestly kind of soft, college au dante (more of a modern verse.. where he has a phone etc.), 3dante ftw, he's probably in love with you lol, unprotected sex, mild dirty talk?, oral (f! receiving), petnames: baby, babe, pretty girl, pretty, 18+!!

☆ wc - 4.1k

☆ a/n - this is so .. self indulgent i’m sorry lol. 3dante has a vice grip on me and he isn’t letting go, so! i’ve been wanting to write something for him for a while now so lol ^_^ sorry for using “so good” a lot. get over it i-. also didn’t proofread bc i cba to do it

☆ synopsis - your professor assigns you and dante to a project and when he invites you to his house, you both end up doing more than just working.

When your professor had assigned you and Dante together for a project, your head began to spin, and you convinced yourself that you’d get an F, no matter what. You’ve seen him before, usually dressed in red, snow white hair constantly covering half his face, and baby blue eyes that seemed to always catch your attention whenever you happened to spare him a glance. He sits in the back, away from other people, legs kicked up, always wearing those combat boots. You wondered if he even cared, or was even listening half the time. Tentatively making your way to Dante, you mentally tell yourself that you might be doing all the work, so prepare for that.

Approaching him, you shyly look towards him, his eyes already meeting yours. You think about how awkward you feel, suddenly embarrassed that he’s been staring at you for .. a few long seconds.

“Hey, pretty girl. You’re my partner?” he finally breaks the silence, and his quick glance to your thighs does not go unnoticed. So, now you have an idea of the kind of guy he is. You nod and place your supplies down onto the desk. His eyes flit to them, then back to you, head cocking to the side as though he were a puppy dog.

“Yeah, listen, we can split the slides evenly. Uh— Or work together, if that’s better for you ..? I’m open to both options.” your voice is a bit quieter than usual, your heart quickens its pace, and you don’t exactly understand why it’s doing that. Dante huffs— throwing his head back dramatically before taking his feet off the desk and planting them onto the ground. He thinks for a moment, cheek resting on his fist, eyes shut.

“Mm, how ‘bout you come to my place? I don’t like working alone. ‘sides, I wasn’t listening.” he says it all so cooly, eyes fluttering open again to look up at you, and the doe eyes he gives makes you clench your fists in annoyance, but your heart swell. A soft sigh leaves your lips, but you nod in agreement, pulling out your phone.

“You can put your number in my phone, and then we can meet when you’re free?”

“Well, I can’t deny a pretty girl my number, that’d just be cruel, huh?” Dante’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, typing his number down on your phone, his lips curving upward into a small smirk.

“I should get going now, babe. But don’t keep me waiting, yeah?” he stands up and you noticed that he doesn’t even have a bag with him. Your cheeks still flushed at the pet names, but you shake the feeling off, huffing in disappointment that your partner will probably hand all the work to you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you head for the exit, thinking about what you’ll say to him.

———

Your clock reads 7:34 in a deep red color, finger tapping against the table you sat at, the glow of your laptop screen making you squint. He’s waited long enough, you think to yourself, and you grab your phone to text Dante. But when staring down at the blank message, you feel nervous, and you put the phone facedown. For the past few hours, you have done nothing but think of him, of Dante. He’s pretentious, annoying, and never does anything. At least— That’s what Lady told you. You trust her and yet you can’t seem to get away from these thoughts.

Finally you build up the courage to message him, just being yourself, and you tap away on the keyboard. You state who you are (just in case he’s given his number to other people), and ask him when you two should meet up. Immediately you see the speech bubble pop up and your stomach ties itself into one big knot. You can’t help but feel giddy, like a child receiving ice cream, like a dog seeing their owner, like— But your thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of your phone: it’s Dante. His response is simple, and it reads— Come to my place at 9.

In that same text he’s sent his address to you and you have to wipe your eyes to make sure you weren’t seeing things. But Lady’s words are still stuck on you, and you hesitate, wondering if this is the right thing to do. Wait- This is just an assignment and he’s just your partner. It’s all temporary! You attempt to console yourself and before you know it you’re rushing to your bedroom to get ready.

The time on your phone reads: 8:54. You’ve decided to go casual, with a red long-sleeve that hugs your top half quite nicely. For bottoms you have on a simple pair of jeans. It’s just going over the assignment and taking notes. It isn’t anything more than that. You repeat to yourself over and over, but your cheeks flush, a rosy color blossoming. Why are you getting so worked up, anyway?

It’s 9:16 when you arrive at Dante’s and you lug your book bag out from your car. The breeze sends a chill down your spine, cool air tangling itself in your hair, but you take a deep breath in and walk to his door. Knocking twice, it doesn’t take long til you hear someone walking towards the door.

His place isn’t anything very impressive, it’s a small duplex, and you’re curious as to how he makes enough money to afford a place like this. The warmth from inside calms your shivering, the gentle glow of the yelling light illuminating your features. There Dante stands, a towel draped over his shoulders, small beads of water dripping from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders. Besides his lack of shirt, he’s wearing sweatpants that are riding dangerously low on his hips, and you can barely see the small white hairs that trail down underneath his waistband. Once you’ve pulled your eyes away from his— lean yet muscular build, you meet his eyes, looking more green in the yellow light than blue.

Dante has that same crooked smile, leaning against the doorway, very obviously scanning your outfit.

“Hey, babe. You look really good.” the heat rises to your cheeks from his words, but you hope that he thinks it’s just from the cold.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Dante.. Um, can I come in?”

He perks up, suddenly realizing that it is cold as hell, and he opens the door wider so you can step inside. The door is heavy and you flinch when it slams shut. When looking around the interior of his home, you wouldn’t say that it’s very clean, but it’s not dirty either. A crimson red jacket is thrown over an old chair, some more clothes tossed into a pile, and then there’s even a drum set. Does he play drums? Maybe you’d ask him later. Dante strode over to the table you assume you’ll both be sitting at, pulling out a chair for you. He bows a bit and in a ‘fancy’ voice he says, “M’lady?”

You can’t help the soft giggle that bubbles up in your throat and you take a seat in the chair he’s so kindly offering. Dante flops down into the seat next to you, throwing his legs up onto the table, leaning back and waiting for you.

“So, what are we doing? Gotta bring me up to speed, pretty girl.”

That’s right, you think, He doesn’t pay attention. You’re thinking on where to start, pulling out past notes, as well as pulling out your laptop to show the basic presentation you’ve created so far. Dante’s eyebrows raise at all the materials you brought over, huffing softly, head tilting back so he’s now staring at the ceiling.

“You know, if you just listened now, we could get this done faster.” your voice brings Dante back from his thoughts, humming softly, craning his head to the side to look at you. Now you’ve completely forgotten about his pretty face, more focused on the work that you’re both doing, or— the work that you’re doing. You can faintly hear music playing from a radio, probably somewhere in his bedroom or bathroom.

It’s been an hour now, yet you feel helpless, like you’ve gotten nothing done. All your words have gone through one of Dante’s ears and out the other. This is hopeless, you should go home, and start working on it alone.

“Hey, why don’t we take a break, babe? You’ve already been working so hard.” Dante’s voice interrupts your thoughts and suddenly you feel his hand squeezing your thigh, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Uh— Sure. Sure,” you nervously stammer out, staring down at your notes, his hand moving up your thigh. He’s so warm, warmer than any other person you’ve been close to. Looking to the side, he’s so close, clearly he’s leaned down to be at your level. But before you can even say anything, to try and divert his attention back onto the assignment, his lips are pressed against yours.

A small noise of surprises passes through your lips and Dante smiles against you, head tilted just to deepen the kiss. You haven’t had much experience— barely being able to keep up with his mouth. Your hands are confused, not knowing where to rest, but you hesitantly rest them both on his bare chest. Now you’re out of breath, breaking the kiss, but Dante follows, nibbling your lower lip. He’s so pretty, his lips are softer than you imagined, and Dante rests his forehead against yours.

“We— We should-“

“I thought you said this was our break.. Come on, just a few more minutes?”

It’s hard to say no when he’s giving you those puppy eyes and his hand is moving up to rest on your back.

“Just.. Just a few more minutes.”

It’s all the confirmation that he needs, eagerly returning his lips to yours, pulling you even closer.

You don’t know how it even came to this, it’s been well over ‘a few minutes’, your lips kissed swollen, and now the two of you are on the couch, with you resting in his lap, Dante’s teeth grazing over the tender part of your neck. His tongue darts out to lick the spot he’s going to mark, lips attaching themselves and sucking a hickey, a soft whine leaving your lips.

“Dante—”

“Just a few more minutes, baby.. Promise,” he mumbles against your neck, he has you trapped in his embrace, right where he wants you.

Maybe you never noticed, but he always had his eye on you, thinking about how pretty you are, how all your outfits seemed to be so carefully planned. You both have talked a few times through Lady and he loved the way you sounded, how you had to look up to meet his gaze because he towered over you.

This is exactly what he wanted— You whining because of him, squirming and softly calling his name. But it was all luck, he was just lucky that your professor happened to pair the both of you up.

Your fingers card through his hair, so soft, and he sighs blissfully. His hands are feeling you up, sliding under your shirt, the red shirt you put on while thinking of him. Dante’s feeling your skin, how soft it is, squeezing your sides so gently. Lips drag from your neck down to your collarbone, licking and sucking, then peppering kisses where he left his marks.

“So pretty, baby,”

He kisses lower, just until the fabric of your shirt has stopped him, and his eyes flit up to yours, his fingers tugging at the end of your shirt. He’s silently asking you ‘please?’ Of course, you can’t deny him, so you move back to pull your shirt off over your head. Dante’s teeth dig into his lower lip, looking at your bra, then back to you.

“C’mon, baby.. Want it so bad,”

You feel if you get any hotter, you may just pass out, so you unclasp your bra for him, shyly pulling it off. He mutters praise to you, his lips latching onto your right bud, and he uses his other hand to cup and massage the other breast. Your hand meets his head again, trying not to pull the white strands, instead pushing him closer. In return he whines so sweetly against your chest, sucking, and catches your nipple in between his teeth. That pulls a gasp out of you, tugging gently at his hair, and he pulls off of your breast with a small ‘pop’.

The noise makes you smile a bit and Dante returns your smile, kissing you again— this time more roughly, squeezing and fondling your breasts. Your eyebrows pinch together, sighing softly into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, asking you to open up more. You do, you do, just for him. Dante’s tongue invades your mouth, feeling yours, sucking on it. You can’t help the whimper that slips out, and dante swallows it, pulling away just to flash a smirk at you.

Just from all this… ‘heavy petting’, Dante’s cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, and you can feel how wet you are. This break has turned into something else entirely, you can’t even remember what you were working on, and you notice Dante moving lower, leaving hot kisses that feel like fire on your abdomen. Now your back is resting against the arms of the couch, and Dante sits above you, while you instinctively open your legs for him.

“Can I pull ‘em off you, pretty girl?”

You nod, giving him a soft “uh-huh”, and Dante grins, hastily pulling your pants off. He carelessly tosses them onto the floor and his attention is back on you, on the wet heat between your legs. He runs his index finger up your clothed heat, moaning quietly at the feeling of your wetness, and he’s so impatient. He wants your panties gone. So you reach down to slowly pull them off, lifting up your legs, and Dante keeps his eyes on you the entire time.

What he’s feeling could be akin to hunger and his dark gaze suddenly has you feeling shy— your legs closing. He grips your thighs, moving himself so he’s leaning over you, and he kisses you again. But this kiss is softer, showing you that you’re okay, he won’t be rough. Truly, you can’t get enough of his kisses, he tastes like strawberries, and smells like vanilla. He’s invading all of your senses.

“So pretty.. Pretty girl,” he mumbles lowly against your lips and you whine against his mouth in response.

“Can I eat you out, baby? Please? I need it so bad, need you so bad,” he sounds shy suddenly, pleading— begging for you. It almost flatters you.

“Dante..” you say his name breathily, it’s all too hot, your body is too hot. It needs to cool off, you need him to cool off. He needs you, as well.

So you spread your legs open again, revealing all of you to him, and he’s moving again so he can settle down comfortably between your legs. He’s kissing your calves, then your knees, and then your inner thighs, biting and suckling. He’s worshipping your body, making sure no place is left without a kiss or mark, and he’s facing your pussy.

“God— Look at you, baby. Look how wet you are,” his index finger runs up your slit, the same action as before when you were clothed, gathering the wetness on his finger. But he won’t put his mouth on you yet, it’s driving you crazy, and you shift yourself.

Dante grips the fat of your hips, peppering kisses along your inner thighs again, looking towards you.

“Come on, tell me you want me to do this, please baby,” Dante almost whines, rubbing his clothed erection against the couch, looking to you for permission. It’s hard to even form a sentence, let alone words. But he wants you to give him permission, he wants to work for it. And he’s worked enough, you think.

“Dante.. Please, please— just, eat me out, already,” your voice quiets mid-sentence, too embarrassed, your words feel vulgar. Dante doesn’t hesitate in attaching his mouth to you, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you, the vibrations making you shiver and moan out.

He presses sloppy kisses, like he’s making out with it, your desperate whines simply spurring him on. Dante dives in now, licking and sucking, holding your thighs with a bruising grip so you don’t move away from him. It’s almost like he’s drinking you, he’s dehydrated and you’re the water he so desperately needs. It’s messy, the noises obscene, and you can’t get enough of it. Dante’s prideful at the fact that he’s making you moan like this, making you squirm and cry for him. You pull and tug on his hair, your hips bucking up into his mouth, and he greedily drinks all of you.

You mewl and moan louder than you’d want to, but Dante loves the sounds you make, almost like music to his ears. He doesn’t stop, he won’t let up for even a second, which drags you closer and closer to the edge. Dante then sucks on your clit and you gasp, your hips pushing against him, his nose bumping against you. He moans again, he wants to be even closer, impossibly close. He wants to live right in between your thighs. Now he moves faster, sucking harder, licking and lapping up everything you’re offering him.

A cry passes through your lips, you want to move away but get closer, you want everything he has to give. There’s a coil in your stomach, your whines and moans now higher-pitched, and Dante won’t stop until you’ve come all over his tongue.

“Yes— Dante, please, I-“ your sentence is cut short when a sharp cry is forced out and you’ve cum hard on his tongue. You’re seeing stars, you’ve never felt so good, no one has made you feel this way.

Dante licks up your juices— he doesn’t stop til you push his head away, and he whines quietly in protest, but he lets up, sitting up and breathing heavy. You blush at the sight of him, his chin is— well, glistening, eyes clouded over with lust, white hair messy from when you were pulling.

“You tasted so good, baby,” he coos and crawls closer, pressing his forehead to yours, kissing you again, and again.

The taste of yourself on his mouth isn’t an unwelcome taste by any means, but it definitely is new, and your stomach flutters. Now you’re becoming aroused again, you need something more from him, and Dante knows exactly what you need.

He reluctantly pulls back from your lips, shoving his sweats down and kicking them off hastily. He’s excited and you notice the slight wet spot on his boxers from where he’s leaked so much precum. But now you’ve noticed something else, just by seeing the outline of his cock, you know he’s big. Bigger than any toy you’ve bought or any other dick you’ve seen.

“You like?” is all he says, a smug smile on his face, and you turn your head away— not wanting to give him the response he’s expecting.

After a bit more shuffling around he’s pulled down his boxers, cock springing out and slapping against his stomach which makes him groan in relief. Dante huffs softly, searching for a condom but unfortunately not finding one. He doesn’t want this night to end, not when you’re both in this state, and Dante looks towards you, your pretty doe eyes and plump lips making his cock twitch.

“It’s fine— I’m, um, on the pill.” you admit bashfully, looking up at him with want in your eyes, and he sighs, he’s thankful. Dante mumbles a soft ‘thank god’ which makes you laugh quietly, and he smiles at your reaction.

He gets back onto the couch, and your legs are opened for him, his mouth nearly watering at the sight. Dante pumps himself up and down a few times, soft moans slipping past his lips, and you watch in awe.

“Yeah? You like watching me? Damn—“ he tilts his head back and moves his hand faster before pulling away, chewing on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Now he can’t wait anymore, he’s been so patient, so good, so it’s only fair that you’d let him in.

Settling himself in-between your legs, he rubs his cock against your folds, groaning at the sensation. You whimper, trying to move your hips with him, and he angles himself at your entrance.

“Still want this, babe?” it’s honestly a rhetorical question, you both want this, and you moan to him in response.

He plants both of his hands into the cushion, slowly pushing himself in, and you’re so tight. Halfway in he stops to take a moment, it feels like he’s taking an eternity, and you whine and plead for him to hurry up.

Eventually he bottoms out, fully sheathed inside you, and the both of you moan in relief. Dante practically falls forward, his hair brushing against your forehead, and he plants quick, wet kisses to your mouth and cheek.

“God, so tight, baby— So good,” he babbles off, pushing himself back up to grip your hips, pulling out and pushing himself back in slowly. He repeats this motion a few times before setting a decent pace. Dante’s not shy about hiding his moans or any noises he makes, in fact, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He notices the bulge in your tummy when he pulls out and pushes back in, which gets him excited, and you can feel him twitch inside you.

“Wanted t’ do this for so long, baby, you’re so pretty, so— fuck,” Dante hardly ever cusses, but he can’t help himself, his pace increasing in speed, the sound of his hips meeting yours making the tip of your ears blush. Your legs wrap around his waist as you moan and mewl for more, for him to go faster. He can’t deny you, so he goes faster, he’s reaching so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Ah— yeah, so good, baby, so so good-“ He moans out, constantly repeating how good you’re making him feel, and he rolls his hips, wanting to be even deeper inside you. Dante leans over you, angling himself so he can hit that special spot inside you, and you gasp and cry out, leaving red marks on his back and on his biceps.

Baby blue eyes are looking into yours, eyebrows furrowed, trying so badly to concentrate on not blowing his load right then and there. Dante wants to cum with you, cum in you, just thinking about it makes his eyes squeeze shut and he groans.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, to kiss him, and he forces his tongue into your mouth. The noises you both are making are wet, pornographic, and just dirty. The sound of skin meeting skin, slapping against you over and over, and Dante’s moans and whines in your mouth sends you over the edge.

“Dante, I’m so— So close, please,” you cry against his lips, so he makes sure to hit your g-spot repeatedly, which makes you sob.

“Yeah? You’re close? Me— Me too, baby, wanna cum inside you, fill you up,” he swiftly moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles, and your legs tighten around his waist as you bury your face into his neck.

You practically scream when you cum, but it’s muffled into his neck, and Dante’s thrusts are quick and messy, his moans becoming louder. You cry out his name over and over and Dante pulls you in for a harsh kiss as he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning into your mouth, thrusting just a few more times to get it all out.

The both of you pant against each other’s mouths and his arms are trembling somewhat from holding himself up, and he doesn’t want to pull out yet. It feels like forever when he finally pulls out of you, your cum and his leaking out of your pussy, and you whine at the loss of him. Dante shushes you softly, kissing you again, he’s so tender now, so sweet.

“Mm, my pretty girl..” he mutters sleepily against your mouth, carefully pulling himself up and off of you, leaning over to grab his boxers. Even when your muscles already ache, your eyes want to so badly close so you can sleep, you can’t help but look at his ass when he bends over.

Dante looks behind him and sways a little bit, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“See something you like, baby?”

Your eyes widen somewhat and your hands move to quickly cover your embarrassed face. You hear Dante’s soft laugh, as he makes his way over to you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go t’ my bedroom, pretty. I’ll get you some water, okay?”

“Kay..”

You bury your face into his chest, embracing his warmth, not wanting him to let go of you. Maybe you can both work on the assignment tomorrow.

#dante x reader #dmc3 dante #dante dmc smut #devil may cry smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #writing tag

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tossawary · 11 months

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Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have. Tagged by @otakuchan449.

I did all of my fics, which are unsurprisingly all SVSSS, because I was curious as to the patterns. I usually like to name the POV character and illustrate their style of narration in the first paragraph, which is generally humorous, so people know quickly whether or not they're going to vibe with my style. I also like starting in the middle of a situation / inciting incident if possible, so we can hit the ground walking briskly if not running, and get to the good stuff.

23. Shang Houhua - someday unfortunately to be known as Shang Qinghua, once unfortunately known in another life as Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky - came back to himself abruptly. (if words could make wishes - WIP MBJ Time Travel AU from SQH POV)

22. If the System was to be trusted, which it generally was when it came to making Shang Qinghua’s life worse for no good reason, then today was the day! (Stepping Up - 90k Canon Divergence AU, An Ding Disciple LBH)

21. Shen Yuan was conscious when he was reborn, though he didn’t know what was happening at the time, because all he knew at first was pain and golden dust. (Sit With Your Soul - 61k SQQ & SY Daemon Fusion AU)

20. Shang Houhua was thirteen going on, uh, fourteen plus a whole other life that sometimes felt more like a dream than something that had actually happened. (hey, share the weight a little - 70k Canon Divergence AU, YQY/SQH)

19. “Shifu? Forgive the interruption, but there’s a woman here to see you?” (love to the ones I've never met - 83k Fic Companion, Dimension Travel)

18. Jiahui just needs to check that her restaurant hasn’t burned down. (forgiveness for whose sake? - 48k Fic Companion and Epilogue)

17. Luo Binghe knows he isn’t supposed to be doing what he’s doing, but given that he has no other way of getting answers, he does it anyway. (you had me at hello - 5k Non-Canon Fic Extra)

16. “My king, don’t touch that-!” (A Child Once - 101k Canon Divergence AU, Deaged SQH)

15. The world was dark, woven from a black so infinite that it looked flat, and it was full of light. (Catch a Falling Star - 122k Bingliushen Stardust AU)

14. Shang Qinghua woke up having a bad day - forget going through puberty twice, because in this transmigrator’s opinion, having to experience a new round of “first day of school” bullshit year after year was worse - and speed-walking through the Cloud Recesses wasn’t helping him get through it any faster. (Nothing to Me, Nothing to You - 60k Moshang MDZS AU)

13. Mobei-Jun’s search for Shang Qinghua had taken him to many strange places. (dreams that had never come true - 14k MBJ Time Travel AU)

12. It would be a lie to say that Shang Qinghua wasn’t too sure what had happened. (every haircut I've ever had has been a bad haircut - 5k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)

11. The situation was bad. (Babe in the Woods - 19k Canon Divergence AU, MBJ has a baby brother)

10. Shen Qingqiu was perfectly capable of piloting his own ship, but that day, like many others, found Liu Qingge leaning against a column by the hangar entrance, waiting for Shen Qingqiu as he prepared to leave Qing Jing Peak Temple. (this point of pale light - 18k Liushen Star Wars AU)

9. Liu Mingyan was the model of a refined and accomplished cultivator. (but that's fine because I like a hot mess - 3k Mingling Getting Together)

8. Shen Qingqiu had made use of many excuses over the years to avoid the presence of the man who was now his own sect leader, some of which had even been good. (the ability to remain sober and gracious - 4k Canon Divergence AU, Qijiu Xuan Su sword reveal)

7. Shang Qinghua’s head hurt and his eyes were watering and he was beginning, just maybe, to think that creating an experimental stimulant because he missed the non-organic goodness of energy drinks with an unreasonable passion had been a bad idea. (anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain - 2k Moshang Hurt/Comfort)

6. The library’s front door flew open so violently that it could be heard even at Shen Yuan’s desk nearer to the back of the main hall, which sat in front of the way to the computer rooms. (Absolutely Ineffable - 10k Good Omens Fusion AU)

5. Once there was a summer in which upon arriving home from university, Shen Yuan was immediately told that he was being sent away to the heart of the country to stay with his distant uncle, whether he liked it or not. (The Red Cabinet - 7k Narnia Fusion AU)

4. It took… Shang Qinghua… a while to figure out that demons actually had horns in this realized version of his sellout stallion web-novel. (Horns - 11k MBJ has sexy horns AU)

3. So, apparently, a portal burning with demonic energy had opened up over Qing Jing Peak and another Shang Qinghua had fallen out of it, and the wound in the sky had unfortunately closed again pretty much immediately. (ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real - 7k Non-Canon Fic Extra, SQH meets AU SQH)

2. So, Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, the dearly despised and fervently favorited author of Proud Immortal Demon Way, died in a vaguely humiliating fashion… and then he transmigrated. (it must follow, as the night the day - 26k Moshang Role Reversal AU, Demon SQH and Cultivator MBJ)

1. Shang Qinghua has not been having a stellar transmigration experience. (pride is not the word I'm looking for - 400k Canon Divergence AU, LBH's Mother Lives)

This serves as a pretty good round-up of all my currently posted fics! There are far too many in my WIP folders to begin including everything in there.

I've been a little out of touch with reading fanfiction lately, so please, if you wish, take this post as an opportunity to participate in this game and tag me in it! I highly recommend taking a moment to revisit and admire your own fan works! Look at all that cool stuff you did! If you only have WIPs, then I don't mind if you use WIPs. Sometimes our pieces of writing are full, intensely detailed paintings that take years to complete and sometimes they're just rough sketches we do to warmup or have creative fun when we have the time, and sharing both is nice.

And if you don't have your own fan works to pull from, then I'd still love to see a list of opening lines from some of your favorite fics by other people. Any fandom you like! Give me those fic recs! Give me the opening lines of your favorite published novels if there's one you've been itching to gush about.

#tossawary ao3 #tossawary svsss #ask tossawary

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bwoahtastic · 5 months

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Ik this prompt has been used before but orphans lando, George and Alex in fantasy au accidentally stealing maxs pelt 😫

They stick together and usually Alex is the one that finds them all food and George is the one that finds shelter for the night? And lando is so little he has to tag along with one or the other, usually helping a ton because he looks a lot younger and people tend to be kinder then.

But maybe George gets sick so they don’t have any shelter for a while. Alex asks lando to stay with George while he goes out looking and he finds a nice pelt that is big enough to cover the three of them, they are only small! Little Alex doesn’t realize it’s the queens pelt tho, or even a selkies pelt at all! He would never hurt a magical creature, but he’s so stressed because Georgie has been feeling really hot for days already. So he takes it back to the little pack, not hearing the queens distressed cries 😭

Oh plss! Alex and George first being just together but then finding little Lando, who is still wobbly on his legs and has a bunny stuffy as only possession! It's hard, but they try to be safe, try to find food and shelter and Alex and George sing little Lando asleep as the smallest of them is afraid in the dark!

George getting sick and Alex is stressing, too small to knownwhat to do and he cannot be expected to know how to care for George! He just knows George needs food and that their tiny hidden space under a bridge won't be warm enough, that he needs fo find a blanket to cover them all before George gets worse or Lando or him gets sick too...

Little baby somehow wandering into the Palace gardens and seeing Max's pelt, the Queen himself nearby tending to a hurt centaur and not paying attention, having stopped fearing his pelt going missing. Alex carries it best he can, so soft and warm and it fits around all three little ones, has them sleep soundly for the first time in ages not hearing the queen's distressed wail resonating from the castle!

Lewis sending all his men out to look for the pelt, taking Max with him on horseback himself to search too, to have Max feel where his pelt could be... he has his sword raised as Max tells him to look under the bridge, thst his pelt must be there, but there js no villain, just three lost little boys snuggled up in the fur...

Max asking for a carriage to be brought and without waking the little ones, him and Lewis carry them into the carriage still wrapped in the pelt, Max shushing them softly snd singing foreign lullabies, worriedly feeling at George's forehead but also feeling the other two burning up as well

They don't even discuss it, they know the pups are coming home with them!

#asks #fantasy au

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hey guys, i’m back with yet another kinn & porsche rec list! just like with the others, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (in order to share the love)! all currently incomplete fics have been marked with (wip). lastly, i would like to thank not only god but also jesus for all the talented writers in this fandom—y’all are single-handedly making this year bearable for me. anyway, please be sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! [part 4/?]

— silvered perceptions by nuwildcat – explicit / 210k words

Mama told Kinn about the Pull when he was little, weaving a tale of romance and destiny and putting a sparkle in his eye for the mystical shot at meeting someone perfect for him. For the longest time Kinn thought he wouldn’t be lucky enough to know what that was like, until he crashed into a piss-soaked alley while running for his life.

Things haven’t gone quite like Mama said. There’s a whole lot more attitude than Kinn expected, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued. Things aren’t always what they appear to be at first sight. Now, if he plays his cards right, Kinn has a shot at getting the happiness his mother described. Kinn’s always excelled at poker, but this game will test even his skills.

— worthy of love and loyalty by rebellconquerer – explicit / 82.5k words (wip)

Things aren’t going great for Porsche. He has too many jobs that don’t put enough food on the table for him and Porchay, but at least they’re together. What happens when Porsche gets recruited to the Theerapanyakul agency by the founder’s asshole son and blackmailed into joining in? Why, sparks fly, of course. In all meanings of the word.

(Or: The spy x handler AU you didn’t know you wanted.)

— my daddy’s got a gun by martynax – explicit / 49.8k words

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?”

Porsche blinks at him, because it’s quite a bizarre thing to say. “Um, no. At least, I don’t think so.”

It earns him a cocked eyebrow in response. “So, you have been here before?”

“A few times,” Porsche answers and shrugs his shoulders. He sometimes comes for a free drink from Jom, and to eat the exceptionally good finger food that just lays on the bar for everyone to enjoy. He usually comes during the day, when it’s not as busy as it is right now. “I’m usually here earlier on.”

“Ah,” the man hums, like it makes perfect sense. “So, how much do you take for a night?”

— whittled down by another war by rageprufrock – explicit / 46.6k words

It starts with snide commentary on gelato and ends in a hail of bullets, Kinn running panicked down the filthy back streets around Thonglor Soi being chased by Sicilian shitbags who are pissed he doesn’t want to ferry around their cocaine anymore.

— leveling up ‘series by thewayside – explicit / 35.2k words

Between the handover of power and the monotony of adult life, meetings, and telling other people what to do, he’s exhausted and he barely gets his head above the parapet sometimes. Still, he always finds at least five minutes in his day to text Kinn, close his eyes, and imagine the fun they could have together. Being in a relationship has its perks.

(Or: Post-finale relationship exploration/day in the life of fluff and a lot of sex.)

— cherries in your mouth ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 32.9k words

“As far as you’re concerned, he’s your baby cousin. Just be nice, and we’ll show him how well-adjusted adults act, so he’ll quit it with the whole ‘I’ve got all this rich boy angst and nowhere to put it’ shitshow. It’s not cute, you know? Throwing a tantrum in nine hundred dollar shoes. Heard auntie yelled at him, called him something unsavory when he gatecrashed tea.”

Kinn doesn’t know why Tawan says that like he’s supposed to know what he means by ‘unsavory.’

(Or: An AU written in the style and dysfunction of a summer Succession episode. Featuring affairs, lake houses, car sex, and the Royification of KinnPorsche.)

— night call by (vesna) mrsronweasley – explicit / 32.4k words

On Kinn’s birthday, Kinn is dragged by Tae and Time to a strip club, where he gets a private dance from a man who calls himself Jom. Kinn is smitten. Things spin out from there.

— in time by achray – mature / 10.8k words

Chay has totally the wrong impression of everything. Except that he isn’t wrong that Porsche, mafia boss, sometimes seems to Porsche himself like an entirely different person to Porsche, broke bartender and failing college student.

— fell in love with the fire long ago by butterflylungs – explicit / 8.4k words

That night Kinn gets a picture of Porsche on the bed, wearing only one of his blazers and briefs. This time Kinn tries to call him, but Porsche texts back that he has an early meeting the next morning and that he has to go to sleep. If he answers the call, hears Kinn’s voice, Porsche fears he’s not going to be able to control himself, and he wants to hold out on Kinn as long as possible.

(Or: Porsche decides to play a game of teasing while Kinn is away on a business trip; it leads to very fun consequences.)

— i’m holy, i want you to know it by kurtstiel – explicit / 7.5k words

“Tell me you only fucked me because it was convenient, and I’ll leave.”

The muscle in Kinn’s jaw tightens. He holds eye contact for only a couple more seconds before his eyes dart away, out towards the city skyline. The distant city lights look like stars, illuminating Kinn’s face in the same way they did at the pier.

(Or: Porsche seeks Kinn out to take back his sense of control after the night of the diamond auction.)

— below the clavicle by androktasia – explicit / 6.9k words

One of Kinn’s hands wraps around the back of Porsche’s head, scratching gently through the short hair at the nape of his neck. It’s addictive, and so, so sweet and Porsche swallows, feeling suddenly miserable. He tugs himself away. Kinn’s hand lingers on his neck as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny plastic bag with a small white pill in it.

Porsche puts the pill into his glass of expensive champagne, and they both watch it dissolve, slowly; bubbles foaming out until the golden liquid has entirely swallowed it up. Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation. His hand strokes gently on Porsche’s neck. Porsche smiles blandly as he takes the glass, swirls it gently around, and then tips half of it into his mouth in one go.

Kinn jerks, an aborted motion, grabbing Porsche’s wrist—but he’s too late.

(Or: Porsche drugs himself to re-enact the night of the diamond auction.)

— these, our bodies, possessed by light by concernedlily – explicit / 4k words

“You think? You were such an asshole that night. This is my territory. This is where I fucked my girls, you know that? Maybe I’d have got you.”

(Or: Set during the episode 11 visit to Yok’s bar—Kinn and Porsche revisit the place where they first met.)

— squeeze a little, tease a little more by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 3.4k words

Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but all it would take is an accidental noise to give him away, or for a pair of wandering eyes at the exact right angle to catch a glimpse of his socked feet. The idea doesn’t entirely put him off.

— first impressions by airgiodslv – teen / 3.2k words

There’s movement in Bank’s peripheral vision, and fuck, thank god, but fuck, Mr. Kinn is standing there in the doorway, warily taking in the scene.

“Porsche,” he says. It’s completely neutral, an invitation for explanation. Bank pants for breath and calculates his best chance of stopping Mr. Porsche if he tries to swing Bank’s gun toward Mr. Kinn. Based on the way this has gone so far, his odds aren’t great.

“Kinn,” Mr. Porsche answers cheerfully. “We were just waiting for you.”

— begging for belief by piecrust – explicit / 2.7k words

In his darkest moments—in the moments where he’s not allowed to be anyone other than his father’s son—Kinn wonders if Porsche is doing all of this on purpose.

(Or: An extra scene at the end of 1x08.)

#kinnporschesource #kinnporsche: the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #fic rec #leila.txt #text #leave some kudos!

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smutember · 2 years

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Smutember prompts 2022 are here!

Once again, we are aiming to make the Internets a bit smuttier with the return of Smutember! Thank you to all, who submitted prompt ideas!

Rules

All posts have to be tagged with either smutember or smutember2022 hashtag (preferably both). Be aware that ns fw tag is shadowed, and posts with it are not visible in the tags. I personally suggest the revived old lemon tag. it wouldn’t hurt to @ this blog, so that your post won’t be missed, especially if your blog is new and still not shown in the tag.

No minor/underage content.

All submissions have to be at least somewhat smutty/naughty. We don’t require hard Explicit rating, a Mature one is fine too.

If you are planning on posting suggestive pics/drawings, remember that tumblr still has the ridiculous p0rn filter, so I suggest cropping the pic and adding links to external sites.

If your work contain kinks that may offend some, please tag them either in the tags, or in the body of the work.

Prompts are merely suggestions - at the end of the day, you are the one who chooses how to interpret the prompt. You can also completely ignore the prompts and have your own 30-day challenge, we’re not gonna call the internet police on you.

As usual, the only limitation is your imagination, so open your hearts (and zippers) and create some smutty content :)

And here are the prompt explained:

Library - a favourite places for nerds and bookwroms, with lots of dark corridors between bookcases for naughtiness. Also look for sexy librarians!

Partner swap - self-explanatory: sharing is caring, and one way to meet new people :D

In the rain - or after the rain, when clothes are wet and in need of being taken off...

Cruise - there is a reason they called it a "Love boat". Anything to do with travelling and romances that can take place on any ships

Don't get caught - another obvious one. Anything to do with doing in in a place where one shouldn't be doing it.

Only one bed - the oldest of tropes in romance fics. What if fate literally wants to put two people in bed?

Special occasion - birthdays, anniversaries and others are perfect moments for special love making!

Be quiet! - trying to stay quiet can be a challenge on its own when other people are around.

Surprise sex - spontaneity is the name of the game, just make sure the surprised person is okay with being surprised :D

Double penetration - not just the name of the kink, it can refer to any way of filling the holes... in your heart by more than two people. Or objects. They work too.

Just the tip - the tip of what, you may ask? That depends on you. Anything to do with gent;le tries and smalls steps forward the bigger goal

Give it all - the opposite of previous prompt - full steam ahead! Passionate love making all the way.

Put it in... writing. Anything to do with written word. Sexting, love letters, writing fics together, etc.

Show - stip-tease and role-play galore!

Hot tub - another famous cliché - sex in the bathroom. Showers, tubs, jacuzzi, hot springs.

Something new - time for experiments and broadening your horizons.New positions, kinks, etc.

Take charge - time for dominant side to appear. Anything to do with one side being slightly more possessive of the other one.

Movies - both at home or at the cinema. Whether regular, or R-rated, lots of fun can happen when watching them. Or maybe recreate a scene if it's so good...?

Orgy - another obvious one. The more, the merrier, especially when love is shared and experienced together.

Few clothes - sometimes being hidden is the sexiest. Sex in clothes, or with incomplete outfits, special costumes, etc.

Balcony scene - the ultimate romantic scene.... so let's make it smuttier. Romantic get-togethers, confessions, especially at night, etc.

Office sex - for some, the most boring of places. For others - opportunity to break some rules. AUs, or just situations with lots of strict rules.

Creative procreation - It's time to get pro-creative when comes to making babies. Breeding, impregnations, pregnant sex, etc.

Lust at first sight - anything to do with hormones taking over common sense and dictating one's steps towards lust

Picnic - another idyllic scene, perfect to smuttify. sex outside, in the nature, under open sky. etc.

Up high - the mile high club prompt. Sex on a plane, or on top of mountain, anything where one has to peak to achieve a peak.

7 minutes in heaven - famous party game can always be better. Quickies, confined spaces, heavy making out, etc.

Afterglow - what happens after the big o? Pillow talks, gentle kisses, or maybe an invitation to round two?

Swallow it! - Anything to do with messier aspect of sex. Facials, blowjobs, oral.

Free day - anything goes!

#smutember #smutember2022

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lyramundana · 1 year

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Poly Minsung au

My oc for stories and drabbles with minsung throuple will be called Vivi or Violeta, because I prefer using ocs to self-insert in fics rather than myself. She has a specific physical appareance in my mind and personality, but I won’t get into detail unless it’s a full fledged story. You’re free to use Vivi to imagine it’s you. Now that said:

Vivi is the real boss in the relationship. Sure, the dominant role gets passed down from time to time because they’re all a bunch of switches (although Minho tends to take the role of dominant more often), but when it comes to pleasure and some trivial stuff, she calls the shots. She has the unique power of turning both of them into bratty, whiny babies that can’t take a single decision without her. Of course, this only happens when she’s around. If she’s not, the role of baby jumps from Jisung to Minho depending of the mood.

A sexy example: Sometimes she doesn’t join in the sex and instead just sits back and enjoys the show while the boys are at it, pleasuring herself. Minho is railing Sungie into the matress, grunting and groaning like an animal, and the younger boy underneath her with his head buried in the pillows and outright crying out in both pain and pleasure. But as soon as Minho feels his peak closing in, he hears a firm, dark voice speaking to him from the seat.

“Don’t. It’s not your time yet”

And Minho, dominant, rough and so manly Minho, holds unto every single fiber in his body to not cum. Because it’s not his time yet. Because he may have the upper hand on Jisung right now and is free to break him, but in the end, it’s only HER who tells them when to let it go and when to hold it in. And if they fail, well...the punishment isn’t nice. He almost shivers when he remembers the two weeks they had to went through not being allowed to touch her in any intimate way, only hugs were permitted. They relieved themselves with each other frecuently and believed they could resist perfectly without her participation.

But like I said, they’re switches and the roles in their dynamics are constantly changing. And so when the point came where none of them felt in the mood to be on top or order around anymore, they realized their nightmare. Let’s say they make sure to not disobey her since then.

A normal example: They’re usually independent and capable of filling their basic needs themselves, just how they’ve done for years when they all lived together, but somehow when Vivi enters the picture, they can become utterly useless without her. It’s not always of course, at least from Minho’s part, but there are time when they even ask her which type of shower should they buy or, the most audacious one, to dress them up because they “forgot” how to do it. She even has most of their food orders in places memorized so she can purchase them for the three of them because her big babies just don’t feel like talking to other people. When they’re shopping, they tend to grab her by the hem of her shirt/jacket unconsciously and follow her around like little ducks, or sneak inside the cart to be pushed around. They ask for permission. “Vivi, should I buy the blue or red one?” “Vivi, can we get puddin on the way home?” For fucks sake, she almost had to accompany them to doctors’ appointments like a mom.

@channieandhisgoonsquad

@moonlightndaydreams (tagging you on old shit because why not)

@sweetracha

Tagging my favourite minsung supporters bitches. Feel free to add your own ideas to this or share your opinions.

#poly minsung #my oc #minsung x reader #lee know/han jisung x reader #lee know x reader x han jisung #minsung #lee know x han jisung #lee know x reader #han jisung x reader #skz scenarios #skz reactions

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pomellon · 1 year

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Okay, I’ve been thinking more of the Dragon Valley AU and since people liked the tags on my small little posts so far I typed out the beginning for you!

To recap for anyone who missed the first post, this is a Stardew Valley inspired au with a dragon twist! Punz inherits farmland and everything on it from an unknown relative, including a dragon egg which was delivered to him due to its high value, only for it to hatch before he can figure out what to do with it.

The au will include Funz and Drunz, and eventually lead into Funzwastaken, but the beginning is heavily focused on platonic Punznap with Punz figuring out how to care for this little baby dragon!Sapnap that suddenly ended up in his care.

Since this is a modern fantasy, dragons aren’t rare but when people keep them as pets they’re usually pygmy or pseudo dragons that don’t grow much bigger than a cat. Sapnap is already the size of a cat when he hatches so Punz knows for sure he’s not either of those, but the vet he takes him to can’t determine a breed so they have no clue how big he will get.

Punz does contemplate just dropping him off at a shelter at first. He has a small single-room apartment, works long hours at a boring desk job, and hardly has the energy to even game or chat with friends when he gets home. A pet is definitely not something he needs, yet he can’t help to grow attached.

Sapnap is a silly little thing, not used to his limbs and body, constantly stumbling around and trying to keep his balance by flapping his tiny little wings. He’s constantly tumbling and flopping over but it never seems to bother him, always getting right back up to keep exploring or playing with the toys Punz gives him. He’s also clearly attached to Punz, squawking in alarm when he loses sight of the human and constantly curls up in his lap, or on his feet should he be busy, stubbornly wrapping himself around Punz’s leg if he’s moving around too much.

As luck would have it he’s the perfect size to fit in a backpack and Punz's place of work allows pets as long as they’re quiet and well-behaved. So yeah, Punz keeps him, and a year in Sapnap starts talking to him, telepathically. Up until then Punz has felt the dragon's presence in his mind from time to time, but only emotions and often when Sapnap has tried to communicate a want or need. It was surprising at first, but Punz has heard about that being an ability some dragons have so it doesn't freak him out too much and he gets used to it pretty fast.

Words are a little bit more startling though, but Sapnap isn’t too chatty at first, his favourite words simply being “NO” and “MINE”, usually used together when Punz is forced to pry the hatchling’s mouth open to remove inedible or dangerous items.

Year two gets a bit more challenging. Sapnap is now the size of a medium-sized dog, he’s a lot more chatty and very opinionated, often accidentally distracting Punz and getting him in trouble for not listening or paying attention. He also gets braver and more curious, sneaking away from Punz’s work desk to explore the office and more often than getting into trouble.

One such time was when Sapnap clung to Punz’s insistent thought of wanting to get up and get the energy drink he left in the office fridge, but having no time to do so. Sapnap decided he would be perfectly capable of helping his dear human himself, so he crawled out from under Punz’s desk to venture into the kitchen. This of course turned into a disaster as Sapnap attempted to scale the fridge shelves, resulting in them crashing down to the floor and spilling various food content and liquids, including Punz’s energy drink, all over the place. Sapnap would find himself attached to a harness tied to Punz’s desk the following weeks, Punz just barely managing to keep his job after that incident.

Year three is when things start to get difficult. Sapnap is now the size of a very large dog, he’s a lot more active and harder to control, and his fire pouch has started to develop. His size makes it difficult for Punz to travel with him and his new ability to chuck up burning bile or accidentally sneeze little breaths of fire makes him a hazard most people don’t want around.

Punz again takes him to a vet who suggests surgically removing Sapnap’s fire pouch, which Punz quickly refuses due to Sapnap’s alarm at the suggestion. A loud mantra of “My fire, my fire, my fire, MINE, can’t take, DON’T TAKE!!” bounces around Punz's head until he manages to calm the dragon down and assure him he won’t let the vet take his fire. Instead, at the vet’s second suggestion, Punz gets Sapnap a fire collar which simply goes around the dragon’s neck to add enough pressure to stop fire bile from coming up.

Despite this Sapnap is quickly banned from entering the metro, no longer small enough to fit in any kind of bag and being declared a safety hazard, forcing Punz to leave the dragon alone for long hours at home. He isn’t all that surprised when he returns to a trashed apartment a few days after the new arrangement, but it still causes him a whole lot of stress and frustration. His funds were already running low after vet visits and the increasing amount of food Sapnap eats on the daily, so he doesn't have much money to spare to replace broken items or any damage the dragon might cause to the apartment. On top of that Sapnap insists on spending time with him when he gets home, showing little regard for the human’s growing exhaustion as the dragon keeps him awake at night to play.

Then one day Punz gets a call from his neighbours that they heard the fire alarm go off and they smelled smoke from his apartment. They had already called the fire department but wanted to let him know what was happening. Punz instantly leaves his job, ignoring his manager yelling after him that he will be fired if he leaves, all his concern being on Sapnap and praying the little dragon hadn’t trapped himself in a fire.

As it turned out it wasn’t quite that serious. Sapnap had managed to wiggle his fire collar around and the shifting pressure had caused him to throw up some fire, but only enough to leave a scorch mark on the floor. It had been enough to trigger the fire alarm but the dragon was fine and overjoyed at seeing Punz coming home earlier than usual, Punz’s landlord however, was not too happy.

The moment Punz gets back home they give him an ultimatum, either get rid of the dragon or get evicted.

Punz isn’t sure what to do. He’s just been fired and now he’s stuck with the choice of getting rid of Sapnap or becoming homeless. He’s very upset with the dragon at the moment but doesn't want to act on rash emotions, so instead he just ignores Sapnap for the rest of the day as he cleans the apartments and tries to figure out his options.

Meanwhile, Sapnap grows increasingly restless and worried the longer he’s ignored, he heard and understood the landlord’s words too, at least some of them, and “get rid of the dragon” won’t leave his mind as he tries to figure out what he’s done wrong. He’s still just a baby, all he wants is love and affection which is something he’s been getting less and less of the past few days, and now Punz is ignoring him. No matter how much Sapnap keeps waking in front of him, butting his head against his legs, or trying to nuzzle his snout into his hand, Punz isn’t giving him any attention and Sapnap starts to feel more and more panicked.

At the same time, Punz is getting more frustrated that Sapnap won’t leave him alone, still trying to keep a cool head and not snap at the dragon. This eventually leads to Sapnap trying to snap at Punz’s phone, which the human is focused on trying to look up work and new apartments, just as Punz goes to shove his snout away, resulting in Sapnap biting down on his hand.

They’re both stunned by this and Sapnap instantly lets go, surprised, and they just stare at Punz’s injured hand, tiny pinpricks of blood slowly welling up. It isn’t until the pain registers and Punz lets out a gasping hiss that Sapnap understands what he’s done. Guilty, fear, and panic finally consume him as he cries out in distress and dash to hide under Punz's bed, screaming into Punz’s head “I’m sorry I’m sorry didn’t mean to I’m sorry don’t get rid of me don’t leave me I’m sorry!”

The distress is so sharp that Punz almost feels it as his own and he struggles to get up to patch up his hand. He takes a moment to calm down, Sapnap still crying and whimpering under his bed, before he crouches down to coach the dragon out. He’s tired, but he reassures Sapnap he’s not mad and apologises for ignoring him, doing his best to explain his point of view to the dragon who keeps sniffling and apologising for biting him.

They end up sleeping in a pile on the bed once they’ve both claimed down, Sapnap completely tuckered out due to emotional exhaustion. Meanwhile, Punz struggles to fall asleep, still trying to figure out where to go from here.

He knows he can’t get rid of Sapnap, pretty sure he couldn’t even if he wanted to, which he doesn't. The thought of no longer feeling the dragon’s presence in his head should be a relief, but instead it's haunting. It already feels weird being apart when Punz had to go to work, the distance between them dulling their connection. It had made him anxious in a way he can’t fully explain, and having Sapnap with him now, warm scales coiled around him, makes him feel calm and at ease despite their situation.

He can’t get rid of Sapnap.

And that’s when he remembers the farmland. It’s a ludicrous idea really, Punz has no idea how to live on a farm, he has no expertise that could help him get a job or work in the countryside. But it would be a perfect place for them to live, no one could tell them what they could or couldn’t do. Sapnap could spend how much time he wanted outside, explore to his heart's content, and maybe even stretch his wings for the first.

Punz has no clue how he will make it work, if he can make it work, but he makes the decision then and there to keep Sapnap and figure the rest out along the way.

#pom talks #dragon valley au #punz #sapnap #platonic punznap #have an almost 2k words long explanation of the set up for this au #they're not even at the farm yet #some hurt and comfort cuz Sapnap is a distressed baby dragon #also yes the fire collar is an issue and it's not good #Punz just follow the directions of a vet who has no clue about Sapnap's specific dragon breed because he has no idea what else to do #Foolish with set this right later #Foolish will set a lot of things right later #and so will Dream #Punz and most of the world are just clueless when it comes to true dragon breeds cuz they're pretty rare #these aren't saurian dragon btw just kind of traditionally dragons #may or may not make different dragon designs for these dragon characters

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thedeluluverse · 11 months

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Summary: While you have been working for BTS for a little over a year, you and your boyfriend Taehyung have only officially been together for two and a half months. Everything is going well until he starts tagging along to your shoots with your other clients, Stray Kids. Are his suspicions correct or is he seeing things?

Pairing: idol!Taehyung x multi-group-photographerGF!Nari a.k.a. “Burning Film” couple

Rating: PG13

Genre: idol!au, mutual pining, angst, fluff, early relationship, jealousy, coworker!au, work crushes

Word Count: 1, 965

Warnings: angst, fluff, feeling insecure, slight teasing, jealousy,

Author's Note: Here is the "Burning Film" couple again! I have created an oc basically for this storyline of Tae named Nari who represents y/n! It isn't necessary to read BF first but it would help you understand what they've bee through already plus I am proud of it so if you do, let me know what you think! Also, we stan SKZ and Felix in this house so no hate, this was just an idea I've had for awhile. Enjoy!! :)

P.S.- yes I am going to go back into Burning Film and replace y/n with Nari but another time. I have work in like 6 hours so going to catch some sleep hopefully XD

The last three months have been much deserved bliss with your new boyfriend Taehyung; not only do you finally have the man of your dreams, but your work has garnered a plethora of attention earning you the title of official photographer for the kpop group Stray Kids as well! Tae is supportive of your dream but is having a hard time adjusting to you being away from him more than usual. Noticing his demeanor change every time you say you’re going to “other work”, you make a decision as you are getting ready one day.

Nari: “BAAABBEEE!!” – you shout from the bathroom as you put the finishing touches on your outfit.

Tae: rushes to you out of breath “Yes jagiya? Is everything alright?”

Nari: giggles and turns towards him “Yes silly, I didn’t scream fire or anything. Still cute though.”

Tae: kisses the top of your head “Fair enough but I just had to make sure, and you’re the cute one baby. Anyway, why did you summon me?”

Nari: blushes slightly Wellllll, I was going to see if you wanted to accompany me to the Stray Kids photoshoot today. I know it’s been rough having less free time together lately. If not I totally get if it’d be boring for you so no pres-“

Tae: interrupts you by picking you up and spinning you around “Oh I’d love to y/n that’s such a great idea!!! I’ve always wished I could see the magic behind the camera so this is perfect! I’ll meet you by the car in 5 minutes, you’re the best!”

You can’t help but chuckle at how puppy-like he could be, but it was endearing that he wanted to understand what you did for a living. In true gentleman fashion, he opens your door when you get to the SKZ location, carries your equipment inside for you, and even brings you a water and an easy snack for while you work. Halfway through the shoot, you tell the guys to take a 10-minute break so you can assess what else you need and so they can grab a snack as well.

Tae has been waiting nearby during the shoot in case you need anything, so he takes this opportunity to use the restroom and refill his water. As he returns he sees you talking with Han, Bang Chan, and Felix, which was fine until he heard Felix exclaim, “Woah Gracie, I love you for that!”. He doesn’t say anything, but he is not thrilled about the fact that he of all people has a special nickname for you. Before today he had no issues with the guy, so what changed? You and Nari will find out soon enough don’t worry!

The shoot comes to an end about a half hour later and Tae can’t help you pack up and get out of there fast enough. I mean, you can’t really blame him since y’all have been there for close to 5 hours but it’s not like he hasn’t had longer shoots. Guess time is more of a drag when you aren’t an active participant. In any case, after picking up a quick bite y’all are home bound! As soon as he puts the car in park you can tell something is different. He uncharacteristically grabs his meal and goes inside before you can even open your door. Chalking it up to him being hangry and missing Yeontan, you give a tired exhale and head inside.

As you kick off your shoes and scan the house, you don’t see Tae anywhere; you peak into the living room and his room because he likes to eat in there sometimes but still no luck. Assuming he must have something to work on after hearing him in his studio, you resign yourself to eating at the kitchen island alone with Yeontan peacefully asleep at your feet.

After eating, you shuffle to his studio door looking for some company, but your knocks are met with silence then a “C’mon Nari, can’t you tell I am busy right now? I’ll be out when I’m done, go watch TV or something aish!”. Tears pricking behind your eyes, you give a quiet “oh, okay sorry I won’t bother you anymore love…” before you walk away and curl up on the couch listening to calming lo-fi music as you try to quiet your brain. You didn’t do anything to make him upset as far as you can recall so unless something gets brought to your attention, you decide to enjoy the rest of your afternoon doodling in your notebook.

The sun has long set, and you can’t remember when you passed out on the couch exactly before you got awoken abruptly by the loud opening of Tae’s studio door and him stomping to take Yeontan on a walk. You are less in a daze when he comes back and are just looking up pleadingly at him only for him to bark out a “what?!” and in return you croak out an unconvincing “nothing” just for him to scoff at you. “Yeah sure, you’ve looked pitiful since we fucking got home. What’s the problem huh? Miss your strays?”.

You blink wide-eyed “what the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who has been in a shitty mood since a random point in the shoot. You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He sits in the big armchair near you, running his hands through his hair then gets up and paces for a good 3 minutes before sitting back down with his elbows on his knees and hands clasped; deeply sighing, he finally reveals the truth.

You sniffle, heart pounding in anticipation trying to look strong even though you were terrified you had blinked wrong or something and were about to be single. He takes a long sip of water then glares up at you, “So you wanna know what’s going on huh? Well, I don’t ‘knaur’ Gracie, what is going on?” Confusion shadows your features as you meet his eyes, “Why did you ask like that and why on earth did you call me Gracie???” He darkly chuckles and says, “Oh, is that an issue?” Nari rolls her eyes and says “Why are you laughing first of all? And it isn’t an issue per say, it just shocked me because you have never called me that once since we’ve met.”

Tae leans back in his chair manspreading trying to affirm his authority and explains, “Well, here goes and don’t you fucking interrupt me. If you somehow have questions, be a patient little cheater and wait until I’m done okay?” You nod in anticipation trying to stay strong and not react to his accusation yet. “Well, whatever name you’re going by, you are right. I haven’t been in the best mood, and it wasn’t a ‘random point’, it was when you had called for a 10-minute break. I had returned from the bathroom and saw you had relocated from our spot to near the Aussies and Han.”

You raise your hand giving him the grandest power complex to which he only tilts his head towards you beckoning you to speak. “You know I’m friends with all of them so why did seeing that turn you into a dick?”. Poking his cheek with his tongue, he clarified, “It didn’t turn me into a dick darling. I just don’t like people trying to take what is mine.” “Nobody was trying to take me you dumbass.” “Then why the shit does Felix have a special nickname for you AND said he loves you??” he slightly yelled with tears in his eyes.

As he hid his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to avoid sobbing, you were trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. After stuttering and trying to form sentences, you explain the situation as he comes to sit next to you. Turning towards him and covering his hands with yours, you take a deep breath and bring him up to speed; “So the name thing first. Well as you know he and Bang Chan are Australian. So, them trying to say my first name just winds up in a 10-minute loop of aggressive ‘nauring’ you know? So, I decided to tell them my middle name and Bang Chan immediately fell in love with calling me ‘Gracie’ so only the Aussies call me that, for that reason only okay?” He cracks a small smile, “I guess that does make sense….. but why did he say he loved you?” You choke on air, and you ask incredulously, “Ummm when the hell did he say that?!?!”

He glances at the floor sheepish worried he misheard something now and is starting to feel like the biggest asshole to ever exist. “I dunno, I just heard him tell you ‘Woah Gracie, I love you for that!’ and just after the unexplained name thing it sent me spiraling.” You give a small smile this time and go “calm down tiger, I had just shown him a photo I had edited of him and hella fixed the lighting, so he was grateful because it was an important photo of him. That’s it I promise okay? I swear on Tannie!!”

It was his turn to go big eyed because he knew when you swore on a pet, you meant business! “Okay I believe you Nari I really do.” You breath the deepest sigh of relief ever until he interrupts with “But I do have one more question…” “Oh?” you question, “what’s up Tae?”. “Okay now don’t get mad, but are you sure there’s nothing there? I mean it seemed like there was some flirting, at least from where I stood.” “I mean I doubt he was flirting with me; he knows I am with you plus I double doubt you started a trend of fine Korean men finding me attractive.” you chuckle.

Suddenly his countenance darkened again in an instant as he backed away, “fine Korean men????” you gulp, “I mean, I didn’t mean fine fine, I just meant that I am a photographer, so I appreciate aesthetically pleasing things and people.” You say as you start to get off the couch, but he stands and pulls your hair getting you to look him in the eyes “So you aren’t attracted to him AT ALL then??” Tears form once again in your eyes as you explain yourself, yet again…”Okay so he maybe was my first SKZ bias, and you aren’t the first person to point out that he flirts with me a lot. I won’t deny that before we were together it was very nice, but I love you not him okay?”

There’s a long pause until you both sit back down, and he looks like he has seen a ghost, “wait…love me???” You chuckle, “Yes you idiot, lovingly of course!” He has tears in his eyes then asks, “Are you sure??? I mean, it has only been a few months and I know I’m taller, but my voice can’t get near his and I was an ass earlier…” “Hun, I agree you could’ve handled everything earlier better and come to me sooner and been upfront. But it doesn’t mean that you are inherently an ass okay? I don’t care that your voice isn’t just like his, I love your voice and it’s been my peace for years now.”

“Well, good points all around and I just…. I really am sorry that I freaked out so much earlier, I just love you too, so it lit a fire in my soul. I’m sincerely sorry and I’ll do better okay? I can’t lose you…”. You are both sobbing at this point and then while you pull each other into the most intense embrace, you reassure him

“You won’t”.

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