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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 5: How To Kill a Man

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, tad bit of violence, typical TWD ❧ Word Count: 4.2k

❧ In This Chapter: Daryl takes you under his wing and trains you in self-defense, and Merle is left behind on a run in Atlanta, but a man in a police officer's uniform named Rick Grimes returns in his stead. In a rage, Daryl demands a rescue mission to save Merle.

❧ A/N: Oh, the seeds we sow. A lot happens this chapter, including the reader admitting some feelings to Daryl (are they just platonic? Or maybe something more...) Also sprinkled in a little more backstory for our dear (Y/N).

Is it right or left next, or the middle one? You weren’t sure which strand of flaxen colored hair to fold over next as you attempted to braid Sophia’s hair. She asked you if you could style her hair this morning, and you couldn’t say no to the wide eyed little girl, even though you didn’t know much about styling hair. Your mother had always done your hair for you, so you never learned.

“You done yet, (Y/N)?” Sophia’s sweet voice rang out as you stared at the three ropes of hair you held in between your fingers utterly befuddled.

“Um… Carol?” you looked over to the girl's mother who was watching over you two with an amused smirk. You hadn’t seen her so happy in a while, but of course Ed was watching her not too far away.

She pretended to smack you away as she began to finish Sophia’s braid. “Watch and learn, (Y/N).”

That reminded you, you were supposed to meet Daryl soon to start learning how to kill geeks. It was a few weeks since he promised you he’d teach you but he had been mostly busy hunting as much as possible, often going out further as the animals nearby started to evade him more and more. You hoped he hadn’t forgotten until last night he had approached you at the main campfire and asked if you were still interested.

“Of course!” There you were, being a little too eager again. “I mean, um, yeah, yeah, I’m still interested.”

So you two agreed on meeting up tomorrow. You were just waiting for him to get back from his hunt he had embarked on in the wee hours of the morning.

After you had watched Carol finish Sophia’s braid with impressive speed and skill, you both started dishing up breakfast for the group: cooked possum with a side of canned beans heated over the fire. You had always preferred something sweet like waffles with fresh fruit, but the beans would have to do. You still felt bad for not eating the meat Daryl had brought, but you weren’t ready to transition to an omnivorous diet quite yet.

As you made everyone’s plates, you were sure to be mindful of the rationing rules you all had agreed on. You became so focused that you didn’t hear what Carol had been saying to you.

“(Y/N)?” she nudged your shoulder lightly.

“What? Sorry I was zoning out.”

“What are your plans for today?” she repeated.

You sighed as you collected your thoughts and organized your mental planner. “Well, I’m mostly just waiting on Daryl to get back. He said he’d show me how to use this thing.” You patted the knife you had strapped to your belt as usual.

“You’re okay with being alone with him?” Carol dished out a small helping of beans.

You shrugged. “He’s not like Merle. He’s not a creep or anything.”

“If you say so,” Carol added.

Once you had finished serving everyone, you served yourself and sat with the group around the fire. As Shane was making announcements, something about planning a big run into Atlanta, you saw Daryl come out from between the trees outlining the perimeter of camp. He truly looked a sight. He was carrying a large deer on his broad shoulders like it weighed nothing. His short crop of ashy caramel colored hair was disheveled and dripping with sweat. He was also carrying a large bloodied duffle bag. He brought the deer over to his camp where he practically dropped it on Merle’s feet.

“Prep it,” he told his older brother, wiping his brow, “I got some stuff to do.”

Merle was about to say something snarky and perverted about you, but Daryl beat him to it. “Don’ start.” He looked over to you as you sat by the campfire eating with Carol and a few others, pulling his crossbow up and around his chest.

“Let’s go!” he called out to you. You shoved one last spoonful of beans into your mouth and almost stumbled out of your chair as you got up to meet him. “Got your knife?”

“Yes, sir.” You pulled your knife out of it’s sheath a little to prove it.

The two of you headed over to the outskirts of camp to not draw too much attention to your training. You were grateful for some privacy, you knew you probably weren’t going to be great at first. It saved you the embarrassment.

“So how are we gonna do this?” you asked as Daryl leaned his crossbow against a tree.

“First you’re gonna learn how to kill a geek, without a book.” You rolled your eyes. “Then you’re gonna learn how to kill a man.” He set down the duffle bag and kneeled down to begin unzipping it.

Your eyes widened. “Do I really need to learn that? We haven’t run into any trouble like that yet.”

“Yet,” he repeated. You supposed he was right. There were no rules anymore, no law and order to keep people in check. The only thing governing the world now was survival, and surviving meant being able to kill if necessary.

Then he slowly reached into the bag and began pulling out a severed geek head by its hair. Your jaw dropped and you nearly jumped backwards. “What the hell is that?!”

Daryl stood up as he outstretched his arm and dangled the head at a safe distance away. You hadn’t noticed at first, but the thing was still alive. He just cut off the head. “Said you wanted to learn.”

You let out a deep breath. “You’re crazy.” Daryl moved closer to you as he held out the geek’s head. It caught a whiff of you and started snarling and biting at you.

“Get your knife out,” Daryl said shortly. You huffed but did as he said. “Hold it like this.” Daryl gripped his own knife in his other hand. You copied the way he held it, with the blade facing downwards. “Grip it harder, you’re gonna stab this thing in the skull. If you don’t know what you’re doin’, it’ll break.” You wrapped your fist around the handle as tightly as you could until your knuckles turned white as the thin skin stretched over bone. The geek kept on chomping its teeth at you as if it already had your flesh in its mouth. Its pale lifeless eyes never left your body. “Kill it.”

You looked at Daryl bewildered. “Just… put the knife in it?” Daryl nodded.

“Jus’ don’ let it bite ya.” You tilted your head at him as if to say no shit. “An’ put all your strength into it. You gotta get it through the skull into the brain. That’s the only way to kill it.”

Taking a deep breath, you lunged yourself towards the head. Bringing your knife up above your own head, you let out a grunt and plunged it as hard as you could into the side of its skull. It made a horrible crunch, and then a ghastly squelch as it penetrated the brain. You looked into the creature’s eyes and saw whatever life was there burn out like a dying star as it let out one last pathetic guttural whimper. A few seconds passed and you let go of the knife and threw your hands in the air. “I did it!”

Daryl pulled the head back towards him and examined its face to make sure it was really dead. “Good, now pull it out before another one comes.”

Right. Daryl dropped the head to the ground so you could retrieve your knife. You approached slowly as you prepared to use all the upper body strength you could muster. In one swift motion, you reached down, wrapped both hands around the handle once again, and tried with all your might to pull the blade from the flesh and bone that cradled it. The knife just wouldn’t budge.

“Use your foot as leverage.” Daryl instructed. You moved your left foot and pressed it onto the side of the geek’s face. Aligning it closely to the knife, you put pressure on your foot while assigning the rest of your strength to pulling it out. You tugged a few times before it finally loosened.

You triumphantly held the bloodied knife. “That actually wasn't as hard as I thought.” You huffed with a grin.

Another week or so had passed and Daryl had brought a few more geek heads for you to practice on. He was planning on taking you out to find a whole geek to kill, but he was avoiding that as long as possible. He didn't want to admit it, but the thought of you getting bit did send chills up his spine, so he decided he’d let you come across one naturally on your own time. When the day would come, he’d hoped you’d be able to defend yourself without getting bit.

Now he was determined to teach you to fight a living person. You met up on the outskirts of camp again. This time you were using sticks instead of knives as a safety precaution. He didn’t want you potentially slicing his belly again.

“First thing you do when he’s comin’ at ya is back up.” You stepped back with your “knife” in your right hand. Daryl attempted to “stab” you in the abdomen with the upright stick in his right hand. The front of his forearm was now exposed to you in a supine position. “Now you can slash him right here,” he traced his left index finger diagonally across the skin of his forearm. “You cut deep ‘nough, sever his tendons, he’ll drop his knife.”

“What if he doesn’t?” you asked.

“Then you aim for here.” Daryl swiveled his torso so his right shoulder was angled towards you and rubbed the back of his right upper arm with his left hand. “After you cut him the first time, this area will be exposed. That should disarm him, then you can slash his thigh.” He pointed to his left thigh. “The muscle there is more shallow, you won’t have to cut too deep. That should have him on the ground.”

“Then what?”

“Then you have the higher ground, so you kill him. Slash his throat, stab him in the gut, whatever it takes.”

You looked at him seriously. “I don’t know if I could do that.”

He scoffed. “Ya can if your life depends on it.”

He showed you how to throw a punch and where to throw it, how to get out of someone’s grasp if they came up behind you, how to block a hit… basically everything you’d need to know to get out of a sticky situation.

It meant a lot to you. Daryl didn’t have to go out of his way to show you these things, but he did. You weren’t sure if it was a sign that he cared about you or if he would train anyone if they asked. Either way, you thought it proved that he was a good person.

One day after training, you and Daryl headed back to camp for a group meeting. Shane was organizing a group to head into the city to gather supplies. The camp was good on food for now, but practical things like tools, auto parts, fuel for the generator, and medicine were in short supply. You had offered to go, using your recent training in hand-to-hand combat to your advantage, but Shane thought you were more useful here.

You were a bit disappointed by this. You knew the purpose of going into the city was to gather supplies, but you also knew that your brother was there. At least, the last you heard from him. You two had gotten into a fight a few months prior to the outbreak. Your brother wasn’t the greatest with money. He was older than you by six years but you still had to bail him out for rent often. He couldn’t ask your father because he had passed away a few years prior, and he wasn’t on speaking terms with your mother or stepfather (that was a whole different can of worms). When he hadn’t repaid you for three months worth of his rent, your patience had worn thin and you refused to help him anymore. You were the department head of special collections and archives at the University of Georgia library, but you still weren’t well-off enough to pay rent for his expensive apartment in downtown Atlanta.

Looking back, you regretted not making up with him before things went bad. The two of you had been close ever since you were little. He was a good person, just bad with money. You could forgive him for that now, especially since money didn’t matter in the apocalypse. When Shane told you he didn’t want you going to Atlanta, all your hopes of finding him went out the window. It was a long shot, but it was one of the only things keeping you going.

It was decided that Glenn, Andrea, T-Dog, Jacqui, Morales, and Merle would go to Atlanta. You were honestly surprised when Merle volunteered himself. But you weren’t complaining — it gave you a few days without him.

When the day came for the group to leave, everyone in the group took turns writing down things they needed on a piece of paper. You were the last person to write yours down, so you handed it back to Glenn.

“A notebook?” he asked, still looking at the paper.

“Only if you find one. Don’t go out of your way.” You had been keeping a diary for years before, and it was one of the things you forgot to pack. You knew it wasn’t the most important or practical thing, but you liked having a place to jot down your thoughts and to keep track of the days. So far you were relying on Dale to tell you what day it was.

“I’ll get you one.” Glenn smiled at you as he folded the paper and put it in his back pocket.

Glenn was becoming one of your favorite people in the camp. You had a similar sense of humor and were two of the more optimistic ones in the group. You were a little worried about him going, but then you had to remind yourself that he had already gone to Atlanta on his own three separate times in the last month and a half without anything going wrong, so you weren’t too worried.

You thanked him and he turned to leave. “Hey,” you said to him before he got too far, “Be sure to leave Merle while you’re there.” Glenn chuckled before waving goodbye to you.

You didn’t think they’d actually do it.

By the time they got back, Daryl was still out on the hunt he went on two days prior. That was fortunate because instead of coming back with Merle, they came back with Lori’s not-so-dead husband (and your notebook, too). Sitting around the fire that night, the man, Rick, had told you all that he woke up from his coma and headed to Atlanta to look for Lori and Carl. You couldn’t believe his luck to have been rescued by Glenn.

As for Merle, apparently he was getting violent with T-Dog and turned a gun on the rest of the group as well. Rick showed up and handcuffed him to a pipe on the roof of the building they were scouting from. One thing led to another and T-Dog had dropped the key to the cuffs down a drain. He was left behind as the building was about to be overrun.

You didn’t like Merle Dixon. Not one bit. He was a racist, sexist pig with no concern for anyone but himself, and maybe Daryl. He deserved what he got, in your opinion. But you were concerned about Daryl. You knew he loved his brother, even if he would be the first to tell you that he could be an asshole. Blood is thicker than water, at least that’s how he saw it. You thought about how he might react, and you knew it wouldn’t be good. Daryl was a hothead, you knew that from spending time with him. He could flip if you said one wrong thing, most of the group knew that by now. You didn’t want to see him devastated either. It would kill him to know his brother was possibly dead.

“Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon?” Dale interrupted the thick silence permeating around the campfire. “He won’t be happy to hear his brother was left behind.”

“I’ll tell him,” T-Dog answered. “I dropped the key, it’s on me.”

“I cuffed him, that makes it mine,” Rick said.

“Guys,” Glenn chimed in, “it’s not a competition. I don’t mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy.”

You didn’t know Daryl as well as you would have liked, but, aside from a few off-color comments, he didn’t seem nearly as bigoted as his brother. Maybe a little ignorant, but he didn’t strike you as a full-blown racist from the few conversations you had outside of training. Still, anything that could potentially lessen Daryl’s temper would be worth trying.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” Dale interjected. “You’ve spent more time with Daryl than most of us, what do you think?”

What do I think? That was the first time you’d been asked that in a while.

You sighed as you collected your thoughts. “Well, I think no matter what he won’t take it well. He’s got a temper, and, believe it or not, he loves Merle. When he finds out that he was basically left for dead, he won’t be happy, to say the least.” You felt like you had just told everyone what they already knew, but they seemed to look to you for confirmation.

“I was scared, and I ran,” T-Dog added, “I’m not ashamed of it.”

“You don’t have to be.” You were sitting next to T-Dog, so you laid a supportive hand on his shoulder. “You were all scared, and Merle was out of control. He could have gotten you all killed, or beaten you to death.” You looked over to Rick. “I don’t blame either of you, and Daryl probably wouldn’t either. But his emotions will get the better of him if he thinks his brother is dead.”

You were trying your best to defend Daryl. The rest of the group saw him as an outcast who kept to himself so it was easy to misunderstand him. Despite his volatility, you knew from how he treated you that he wasn’t a bad person. He was flawed, but so were you and everyone else sitting around that fire.

There was another small gap of silence. “I stopped long enough to chain that door,” T-Dog said. “Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze past it at any one time. It’s not enough to break through that. Not that chain, not that padlock. Dixon’s alive, and he’s still up there, handcuffed on that roof.” You weren’t sure if knowing he was alive was better or worse.

What you were sure of was that Daryl would be livid. And you were right.

The next morning, Daryl came back from his hunt and was given the news (and scuffled with the newest member of your group, landing himself in a rather nasty looking chokehold via Shane), he stormed off to his tent to get ready to find his brother in Atlanta.

Hey, you thought, we finally have something in common — both our brothers are either dead or somewhere in Atlanta, or both. You always did have a dark sense of humor. Apparently, so did God.

You waited a good few hours, hoping he had simmered down a bit, to “knock” on his tent.

Leaning your head towards the tent, you heard a few grunts, rustling, and tinkering here and there, interspersed with what you thought were sniffles. “Daryl?” you called out to him in your softest voice, trying to sound like a friend, though you weren’t completely sure he considered you one.

He unzipped the tent’s flap in a flurry and pushed past you as he swung his crossbow haphazardly like you weren’t even there.

“Daryl,” you said again, more assertively.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. “What’d’ya want, woman? Ain’t got time to chit chat.”

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

Daryl scoffed. “Peachy.” He began to walk away again, but you were suddenly emboldened enough to rush up behind him and put a delicate hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Daryl,” you said softly. He froze in place and you could feel the muscles in his shoulder tense up underneath the palm of your hand. His body was so tight it felt like it would crack under the slightest pressure. Strange, you thought, he’s so firm, but also delicate, in a way. “I hope you find him.”

Daryl scoffed. “You don’ even like him.” True.

You thought for a moment before circling around to face him again. “You remember how I said thank you for bringing us food, even though I can’t eat it?” He looked at you confused, but he nodded. “Well, it’s the same thing. I hope you bring him back for your sake, not mine.” He still looked at you a little confused. He still doesn’t get it, does he? You tucked a stray hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. “Because you matter to me.”

It was true. Merle didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. But Daryl? You cared about him. If saving Merle was what mattered to him, then you were supportive. If it were your brother, you would’ve done the same, no question. Only difference was you didn’t have any idea where to look.

Daryl’s eyes softened a little. I matter to her? He wasn’t expecting that. Hell, he still couldn’t believe she touched him.

“I like to think that we’re friends,” you looked back up at him and smiled. “I mean, I know you don’t know me that well, but I think you’re a good person and I don’t like to see you hurt.” You couldn’t believe how open you were being. You always ended up saying a little more than you meant to, that was one of your flaws, but this time that was working to your advantage because everything you were saying felt… right. “I know you have to go, but please be careful.”

Daryl looked down and chewed on the inside of his lower lip. I love it when he does that. Even your thoughts were getting harder to control.

“Don’ gotta worry ‘bout me.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. It was as if the vitriol and bitterness had been sucked out and left only Daryl in its wake. That vitriol and bitterness was apart of him, yes, but it wasn’t him. He was something entirely different, someone entirely different. You could see it clear as day.

“I know,” you replied, “but I worry.” You let out a small giggle. “My brother used to call me ‘worrywart’ because I just couldn’t stop worrying.” You swore you saw the corner of his lip twitch, just a little. “So just come back to us in one piece. We need our hunter, after all.”

She’s killing me, he thought to himself. He nodded his head. “I will.” He thought he’d try to be a little funny, too, since you always seemed hellbent on making him laugh. “Where else would I get my hazelnuts and poison ‘shrooms?” You let out a loud snort, then moved your hand to your nose in slight embarrassment. She’ll be the death of me. Yes, he was sure now that you knew how to kill a man.

“I’ll see you later, then.” With that, Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog assembled a rescue team to fetch Merle. They had worked out a plan to also pick up the bag of guns Rick had dropped in the chaos (oh, and Dale’s toolbox, too). You were worried but somehow you knew they’d be okay. You weren’t so sure about Merle.

In any case, you were eager for Daryl to return. It felt a little empty knowing he was so much further away. It just didn’t seem right to you. Later that day you were lying in your cot and writing down the day’s events in your diary. You were finally able to record the date, and you could finally write about Daryl. Ever since the apocalypse started, you had a fear of forgetting. One thing you didn’t want to forget was Daryl.

You looked up from your writing to admire the geode sitting by your cot. You decided that it was good luck and brought you happy dreams. Most of all, it gave you hope.

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bokutos-eyebrows · 4 years

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Making Up for Lost Time

Part 2/2 of a Tsukki smut fic !

Read part one here !!

Tsukki is grateful you suggested sharing a tent on your bio lab camping trip...(and so are u) ((this is literally just tsukki smut))

Tsukishima x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,799

Warnings: spanking, public sex, teasing, NSFW, 18+ under the cut!

Tsukki couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He was frustrated, annoyed, and impatiently horny. It didn’t help that you were provoking him. Bending over in front of him to tie your shoe, tying up your shirt leaving your midriff exposed, it was too much.

He followed your lead to the spot you had chosen to set up camp. Tsukki watched the way your ass flexed with every step. He felt a low burn in his stomach when he remembered how that ass was grinding on him during the bus ride. Shit, I’m getting hard. Tsukki moved the bag he was carrying to cover himself as he regained composure. He knew you’d see his erection later, but he did not want to deal with a “pitching a tent joke” right now.

“Okay I think this is good!” You said as you started to put down your bags. Tsukishima smirked as he realized you’d chosen a spot on the outskirts of the campsite, close enough to not warrant suspicion from your peers, but far enough away to have some level of privacy. Tonight can’t come fast enough. He looked around before playfully slapping your ass.

“Harder.” you demanded as you looked back at Tsukki. He paused for a second, taken back by your sudden request but was happy to oblige. Tsukki grabbed your hip with one hand and smacked down hard on your ass with the other. You let out a choked moan not wanting to attract attention.

“We only have an hour to set up the tent before the class has to meet up again” Tsukki leaned in to whisper in your ear, “But once we’re settled in tonight I’ll be doing more to your ass than just smacking it.”

“Can’t wait!” You smiled.

When you had first brought it up prior to the trip, Tsukishima had been hesitant about sharing a tent. He was a private person, and didn’t want to be the focus of gossip. “It’s fine, Tsukki,” you had said to him, “We’re in college now, no one cares! Plus, I’ve heard most people are sharing tents with their lab partners.” You had pouted and begged, claiming it would be easier this way. Tsukki finally gave in and now that the trip was in action, he was glad you were so relentless.

It was true, you were all adults and there were many co-ed groups rooming together. But Tsukishima didn’t care about the others anymore. All he could focus on was you. Have you been planning this? He mused to himself while watching you fumble around with the tent poles and stakes. Tsukki loomed behind you, pressing his body to yours. “Let me help.” He smirked and after a series of lingering touches and wandering glances, the tent was up and it was time for the class to regroup.

Tsukishima could feel himself growing more and more impatient as the day went on. The professor’s lecture had dragged on for what felt like an eternity, and now you’ve all been released to hunt for moss and mushroom samples to study. Adding to Tsukki’s dismay, you agreed to team up with a few of your peers to “make the search go quicker”. Great I can’t even have you to myself? He scoffed but went along with the group.

After collecting samples, another lecture, and dinner, Tsukki’s patience was wearing thin. You had teased him the entire day. An “accidental” brush against his crotch, bending over right in front of him to “pick something up” all while in a group so Tsukki couldn’t even act on it. it was too much, and you were going to be punished for it.

As nightfall came, many of your peers had gathered around a small bonfire. Some had retired to their tents, but there was mostly the loud obnoxious chatter of the class drowning out any peaceful sounds of nature. If there’s any time to do this, it’s now. Tsukki realized. It seemed like you had the same idea too. You glanced over at him and silently got up, headed towards your tent. Tsukishima followed.

Once the two of you were far enough out of sight, Tsukki grabbed your arm, stopping you from going further. “You think you can get away with teasing me the entire day like that?” He growled, pushing you against the nearest tree.

“Hmmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tsukki!” you smiled playfully, “I’ve been a good girl all day.”

“Tsk.” Is all Tsukishima says before grabbing you by the hips and grinding his aching hard cock against you. You let out a moan and start grinding back on his length. Tsukki grabs your face and kisses you roughly, wasting no time exploring your mouth with his tongue. The chatter of the group from the bonfire is loud enough to mask all the moans and lewd noises.

Tsukki starts to snake his hand down your torso into your shorts. You spread open your legs to give him easier access as you feel a finger run up and down your slit. To your dismay, Tsukishima broke away from the kiss and paused.

“Is this okay y/n?” He looked you in the eye with genuine care.

“Yes, Tsukki… please, keep going.”

Tsukishima wasted no time finding your clit and gently rubbing the pad of his thumb against it. You moaned as he circled your clit and bucked your hips towards him. Tsukki started to kiss your neck, sucking and nibbling each sensitive spot, leaving small bite marks you’ll have to hide in the morning. His fingers found their way down your folds and to your entrance. Slowly, Tsukki slipped his fingers into you and rubbed your tight walls as he thrust in and out. You cover your mouth to not scream out in pleasure as Tsukishima finger fucks you.

He plays with your pussy, fingers deep inside rubbing your sensitive spot while his thumb presses into your clit. The friction of it all was almost too much to handle and you rolled your eyes back in bliss. It doesn’t take long before you reach your release, letting yourself cum all over Tsukki’s fingers.

“You’re so wet, y/n.” Tsukki smirked as he pulled his hand out of your pants and put his fingers in his mouth. “I’ve always wondered what you taste like.” He looked you in the eye as he licked his fingers clean of your flavor.

“Tsukki please, I want you right now.” You pant as you start to unbuckle your shorts then pull them down to expose your ass. Tsukishima debated teasing you more, it was his nature, but his cock had been aching for you the entire day. All he could do was nod and start to undo his belt and zipper, releasing his hard length.

You turned around with your back to Tsukki, steading yourself on the tree that hid your location. Tsukishima grabbed you by the hips and you arched your back, preparing to finally feel him inside you. He rubbed your slit with the tip of his length, earning a low moan from you.

“y/n I know we’re far from the group and they’re all pretty loud over at the bonfire but remember to keep your voice down, hmm?” Tsukki teased you before sliding himself into you, cursing at how tight and wet you were for him.

“Yes, Tsukki, anything for you,” You said breathlessly as he pumped his throbbing cock in and out of you. He reached his hand around to play with your swollen clit while he fucked you. You could feel another orgasm building up as Tsukishima started to thrust into you hard.

Tsukki had to release the pent up frustration he’d had since being turned on during the bus ride to the campside all the way up until now when he could finally fuck you. So he was going to show you just how badly he had wanted to be inside you all day.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his dick as he pumped in and out of you. You could feel him hitting every sensitive spot deep inside your walls. Taking his lead, you start to push your ass back on Tsukki falling into the rhythm of his thrusts. He took this opportunity to bring a hand up to the base of your hair and tugged on it, pulling your head back to look at him while he fucked you.

You maintained eye contact as he started fucking you harder, motivated by the sinful faces you made as you felt dis length stretching you out. He slapped your ass with his free hand, harder than you were expecting and you let out a loud moan.

“Tsk,” Tsukki paused from ravaging you, “Let's take this inside the tent before you get us caught.” You protest as he slips out of you but follow him the short distance to your tent.

Once zipped up inside, you lay on your back, looking up at Tsukishima, and spread your legs wide. “Please fill me up, Kei.” You blushed.

Tsukishima was taken back by your sudden use of his first name and how exposed you were under him. But that only lasted a second as he felt his length twitch and grow even harder than before. He scrambles to get back inside of you, yearning to be wrapped up in your warmth.

Kei kisses you sloppily as he thrusts into your core. You put your hands on his hips pulling him into you to signal you want him to fuck you harder. He smirks into the kiss as he starts roughly pounding into you, making you yell his name.

“Kei!” You shout in pleasure. Tsukishima kisses a trail from your face down your neck until he reaches your chest. You feel your mind going blank as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erect bud. The vibrations of his own moans pass through your sensitive nipples and you feel yourself shake in pleasure. Your walls tighten and for the second time, Tsukki makes you cum.

The pressure of your orgasm clenching down on his length pushed Tsukishima over the edge and he pulled out of you to shoot his release out onto your stomach. You are both a panting mess as he searches for a towel to wipe you off. Once you’re cleaned up, Tsikki lays next to you and wraps you in his arms.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He admits, turning away from you to hide his pink cheeks.

“We’ll just have to keep going then,” you smiled and turned to face Tsukki, getting up to straddle his hips, “To make up for all the lost time of course!”

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thecatladywife · 3 years

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That Time We Met (3)

Taeyong x Male reader

Fluff (Domestic)

Happy New Year to everyone reading those lines, I wish you all the best !!

I’m really getting back into writing these days with NCT inspiring me a lot, I didn’t expect that at all.

I thank every single one of you who liked the previous chapters and I think I’ll write a couple more on this story about Taeyong before getting onto something else (I’ve got a few ideas in mind with Ten, Johnny, Mark and Jaehyun) However since it’s slice of life, I’ll probably get back to it later.

I hope Chapter 3 is as enjoyable as the first two ! Take care !!

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Once inside Taeyong looked like an excited kid in an amusement park, rushing in the living room and staring around. He examined every corner, every little things of your daily life which amused you because you would do the same in his stead.

The room was small, there wasn’t much stuff inside but some shelves with books and boxes, a desk on one side near the windows then a couch big enough for three to sit and a tv in front of it.

Taeyong was standing in front of the couch, captivated by the wall full of photos behind it. He could see your younger self with your first bike, you wearing a dirty apron on your first day as apprentice then other pictures more recent with your motorbike chapter, friends, family and finally some pictures of him, selfies he sent you over the months.

Sitting on the couch, waiting patiently for him to be done you looked up in his direction when you heard him giggle. He grinned at you and pointed at one particular photo on the wall.

“Your brothers and you look like three sizes of the same person.”

It wasn’t the first time you heard that but you were curious to discover which picture made your boyfriend think that too so you turned around. It was the one from your first cousin’s wedding, you were posing with her and your two brothers wearing the exact same suits. You could only to admit that you did look like triplets in different shapes, your younger brother being taller and bulkier than you when your older brother was one head smaller with a leaner body.

“So… tell me. Which size do you prefer?”

You tackled him on the couch and tickled him until his giggles turned into a fit of laughter and he started squirming beneath your body.

Taeyong was a mess once you were done with him, his face hot and red and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was so beautiful with his brown eyes full of mirth and his boyish smile, you felt your heart skip a beat.

You grabbed him by the waist and sat up, bringing him on your lap at the same time and waiting for his answer to your question. He looked you up and down, then back and forth between the photo and you, pointing your brothers with his finger.

“Hm… this one looks as tall as me so it’ll be awkward when we hug… this one is definitely too big, he would crush me and this one…”

He slid his arms around your neck and cocked his head from left to right, pretending to examine you. You played along with him, giving him your most charming smile and even copying some facial expression you saw him make on photoshoots.

“Ohh~ this one is really hot but I don’t know, he looks too flirty…”

You both burst out laughing, holding each other close until you finally calmed down and cuddled a little bit. Taeyong’s head was resting on your shoulder while you caressed his hair softly, kissing his lips and cheeks from time to time.

“Alright Goldilocks, come with me. I'll show you around then you’ll see why I’m the best out of the three."

You crushed your boyfriend in a bear-like hug, earning the cutest whine from him then got up. You were still holding him up in your arms as you walked toward your bedroom.

Since your apartment was bathed in light most of the day you preferred to keep the decoration simple, white walls and touches of dark grey here and there for the furniture, a large bed at the feet of which you displayed a big carpet and then drawers and hangers for your clothes. There wasn't much but it still felt cosy.

You carried him around to show him the toilets first then the bathroom, laughing at how excited he got because of the bathtub. In the end you went back to the living room, Taeyong still clinging at you like a koala as you took him out on the balcony to see the view on Paris’ roofs.

From were you lived you couldn’t see the Eiffel tower but you could catch glimpses of other famous places in the capital like Montmartre and a few others you pointed out to Taeyong.

"You must've impressed a lot of dates with this view. Is that your special move?"

"Not really... but does it work?"

As you were up several floors, you were holding him securely in your arms like your instincts told you he might drop if you didn’t. Taeyong leaned so his forehead was against yours and nodded slightly before kissing your lips.

"We could have breakfast here tomorrow morning… with bread and croissants, what do you think, mon coeur?"

"Sounds good."

You gazed at your boyfriend fondly and let him kiss you again, much longer this time, your lips still against his as you went back inside and laid him on the couch with you above. You felt Taeyong hand passing on your shaven head, making you shiver and press your body a little harder against his in return. He moaned softly when you started leaving kisses from his jaw to his neck, aware that you wanted to take things further than a few kisses.

“Y/N… the visit isn’t finished…”

You lifted your head and stared at your boyfriend, thinking about all the rooms you already showed him. From the bedroom to the toilet, you couldn’t think of more and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless.

“My apartment isn’t that big. I don’t have anything else to show you.”

Taeyong shook his head vigorously, his big brown eyes staring at you with so much expectation you felt a bit sorry.

“Come on! You didn’t even show me your special place !!”

You oow-ed when you realized what he was talking about, a soft smile appearing on your face as you looked at him sheepishly.

“I forgot about that.”

He snorted at you then pushed you off his body. You watch Taeyong get up and stare down at you with a mocking smile.

“You literally spend your life in your kitchen and you couldn’t even remember to show it first.”

“Like you’re one to talk… you can spend days playing video games.”

He shrugged before taking your hands and helping you off the couch. You let Taeyong drag you through double windowed door, separating your kitchen from the living room with large glass panels instead of wall.

He looked in awe at how spacious it was in contrast with the other rooms, noting how well organised you kept it before sitting on the huge worktop.

“I’ve seen you so many times here when we were on the phone… it feels so familiar and also weird to finally see it with my eyes… like a good kind of weird.”

You chuckled but you knew exactly what he meant. You felt weird too. Having him by your side now was like a dream.

“You have no idea how many times I wished you were there with me, Taeyong. I would be cooking and then I would look up… picture you geeking on the couch over there then at one point you’d smile up at me.”

You cleared your throat, feeling embarrassed after this confession and avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze but Taeyong grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer then kissing your palm to catch your attention.

“We can realize your dream now if you want? Well, I mean after I’m done with showering… I feel kind of sticky.”

You nodded at your boyfriend then sent him away with a kiss, to take his long-deserved shower.

Taeyong came back half an hour later and you couldn’t help checking him out as he crossed the living room and walked toward you in the kitchen. He had change into comfy sweatpants and a black sleeveless shirt that gave you a peak of his slender body from shoulders to the bottom of his ribs and was drying his hair energetically with a towel and looking slightly less tired.

"God... I really needed this shower!"

“It felt good ?”

“A bath would’ve been better but yes. Now all that's left is a little bit of sleep and I'll be ready to roam the streets of Paris with you tomorrow”

He came to stand next to you while you were busy preparing dinner, sleeves rolled back on your arms and an apron tied around your hips. You smiled at him then focus back on your task, not realizing that you weren’t paying attention to what he was saying afterwards.

Cooking was a serious business to you so much that once your hands were busy with a knife or a pan, you tended to zone out. More than once, when you were on a video call with Taeyong he had to shout your name to get your attention back so when you barely responded to him, he was well aware that you were already “gone” and probably for a long time.

You were done peeling your potatoes and were focused on mincing garlic when you suddenly felt two arms come around your torso as your boyfriend hugged you from behind, his head reaching no further than your shoulder blade. You turned your head briefly to see him grinning lazily at you and you could feel that he had something in the back of his mind.

“You come with me."

“Where?”

“To take a nap with me.”

Knife half in the air and hand steady on one mushroom you were about to chop, you jumped when he bit on your shoulder lightly.

“Tae!”

“Come~”

“What about dinner?”

“Later…. maybe… let’s take a nap Y/N”

Taeyong was tiptoeing as his mouth ran from your shoulder to you neck, leaving kisses on the way then going back to biting your skin and making you lose focus.

"Alright…alright. You go first and… I'll join you once I put the meal in the oven"

"Can't we just order something when we wake up?"

You scoffed and turned around just to give your boyfriend an indignant look that made him roll eyes at you. Yes, you could be pretty dramatic. However, you really looked forward to cook something for your boyfriend once he arrived, as a butcher working with the most renowned restaurants in Paris, you knew your way in the kitchen and it was a bit of a matter of pride.

"You really think I'll allow that your first meal in France is a take out?"

"I'm sure we can find some really good restaurant that do delivery."

"What the point of having a boyfriend who can cook if I can't even prepare something delicious to welcome you"

You really wanted to brag and see his delighted face when he'd dig into your homemade meal but when he buried his head in your back and whined a little bit, you knew you had lost the battle against him.

"Y/N~ Can't it wait tomorrow? I just want to stay in bed with you"

You sighed in defeat and let him take you in the bedroom, untying your apron on the way and throwing it on the kitchen worktop. You let yourself fall down on the mattress and opened your arms for your boyfriend to join you which he did, almost leaping onto you then laying down with his head on your hard chest as he giggled.

"Happy now?"

"Very much"

Taeyong let out a long yawn then pecked you on your pectoral and scoot closer to your side. You could feel his tense body relax as you cuddled.

"Y/N...?"

"Hm?"

"Being in your arms is better than food."

"I think your lack of sleep makes you delirious."

You laugh at his nonsense and kissed his forehead, tightening your embrace and watching over him as he closed his eyes. Enjoying the moment, you waited for his breathing to even out and his head to feel heavier on your chest, both signs that he was well asleep to slip out of bed and back into the kitchen.

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skgway · 3 years

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1832 Nov., Wed. 21

6 10/..

11 1/2

Fahrenheit 51º at 7 10/.. Very thick and hazy – The light just beginning to try to peep thro’ the fog – Ready in an hour – Reading the courier newspaper of last night till very near 8 – Then breakfast – Had done before my father came –

Mr. Mitchell, the land valuer, came about 8 1/2 and staid an hour – Agreed that on Mr. Carr’s giving me the 1st refusal of Godley I should say I would apply to Mr. Mitchell to act as my agent in the business – The buildings might be worth £200 or £300 – Would value the place for me on my hearing from Carr – Valued the land proposed to be purchased at Northgate at 7/. [shillings] a yard – Said I was lucky in selling the land for St. James’s church – Oates did not want to lose the job, so pushed it on –

On saying that 12/6 [shillings/pence] and last 11/6 [shillings/pence] had been given per yard for land near mine, he owned it might be worth more but said I should not get my price 15/. [shillings] a yard – Yet owned that it was intended to bring the Keighly road out by Stannery and into Broad street thro’ North parade in 4 or 5 years, and thus my land would be very much improved in value –

Advised me to take a ground rent of 6 d [pence] a yard – Yet allowed that the feoffers of Waterhouse’s charity tho’ they had 6 d [pence] a yard for Waterhouse Street had just stopt the sale of some more ground at that price thinking it not enough – Said these ground rents were worth 30 years purchase –

Advised me by no means to build myself – Mentioned the case of Collins (but without name) but owning the man was not a tenant of mine – No remedy for selling off, but to commence on action on the man’s leaving the farm for damage done to it – The state of the farm when he entered is what he had paid on entering should be known, and all that he had sole off taken account of – But as there was an agreement and he had afterwards refused signing it, yet this would be brought forward on a trial at York, and probably made to stand good –

All this went by the common law of the land, and custom of this part of the country – One must look to the terms and trials for precedents – Particularly Armytage (sir George) versus –––––– about 14 years ago, and some other cases – All very uncertain – Those fields at the bottom of Horton Street called Grease fields – The ground worth 8 /. [shillings] or 10 /. [shillings] a yard – The fields in Lister lane not worth more than £3 a daywork. Doubtful whether Wortley will come in or not –

At 9 1/2 went down to Pickles and his son John who began this morning – Soon called home to Metcalf, Linen draper, in Waterhouse Street to whom let my front pew at St. James’s church – To enter next Sunday – Pay the same rent as the adjoining pews – He thought that was 40 /. [shillings] a year –

And Hinscliffe too was waiting for me – Ended in his bidding me £230 an acre for the coal at the top of the hill – Will be about 2 acres – Anxious to begin as soon as possible – But I gave him no hope that the person to whom I had given the 1st refusal would let him have the coal even that price, but said he should give something more or else not have it –

Hinscliffe’s scale of expense on getting coal is as follows he observing that one should only reckon 4 1/2 instead of 5 corves out of a square yard

Banking and pulling per dozen 1/6 [shilling/pence]

∴ [therefore] Ditt]o ditt]o per score = 1/10 1/2 [shilling/pence]

getting (colliers) –––––––––––––––– = 4 /. [shillings]

pheying . . = £4. [pounds] 16. [shillings]. 0 [pence] per acre

taxes . . = £5 or £6 per acre

wear and tear (he said) = 1 /. [shilling] per score (I said impossible and 6 /. [shillings] a score quite enough)

one dozen = 16 loads

20 loads = 1 score

1 score = 1 1/4 dozen

5 men working regularly will get an acre in a year

The main throws run from NorthWest dipping to South East according to the general opinion between sea and sea. Hinscliffe’s estimate of expense makes the cost per score = about 7 /. [shillings] per score

Suppose to sell at 7 d [pence] a corve = 11/8 [shillings/pence] per score – 7 /. [shillings] expenses = 4/8 [shillings/pence] clear gain

1 acre or 1210 scores at 4/8 [shillings/pence] = £282. [pounds] 5. [shillings]. 8 [pence]?

If from this is to be taken 1/2 a corve per square yard (i.e. 4 1/2 instead of 5 corves per square yard) then suppose £30 to be taken off the coal leaves £250 odd, so at the worst Hinscliffe paying me £230 will gain £20 per acre tho’ he went away declaring he could gain nothing –

Before he went Joseph Wilkinson came and staid about 1 1/2 hour till 12 40/.. – But we were very good friends – Promised to give me on Saturday a direct and final answer what he would do about the water. He wishes to have the bridle road in Lower brea wood stopt and will engage that it shall be done at the Sessions without opposition – He and Samuel Holdsworth (2 of the Surveyors) will attend the Sessions in its favour –

Then came Wilson to beg off doing the library passage till Monday – Then Charles Howarth – The oak tree of Miss W– [Walker]’s that Washington valued at 5 /. [shillings] and her joiner Woodhead at 6 /. [shillings]. Charles H– [Howarth] has 9 feet of wood in it, and is worth 10 /. [shillings] – Should have been worth 15 d [pence] a foot but is coarse and only fit for posts – Had it been a fine straight pole would have been worth 2/3 [shillings/pence] a foot –

At 12 50/.. went back to Pickles – 1/2 hour while he dined, I was in my walk – Then all the rest of the afternoon with the men – John (had James Smith’s son thrashing in his stead) planted 200 hollies and 16 box and helped to move laurel and 2 large thorns planted on the slope at the top of Charles H– [Howarth]’s acre field lastly (having in the morning stubbed and carted to Lower brook Ing wood rails about 15 hazels) planted out 2 or 3 large hazels in the wood –

Quite too dark to see at 4 3/4 – I staid out walking till so dark I could scarce keep on the path and came in at 5 40/.. – Dinner at 6 1/4 – Afterwards wrote note to “Mr. Carr White Swan Halifax” in answer to his of this morning that came just after Mr. Mitchell went away to say he had no objection to sell the Godley farm, and gave me the preface – Said I should be glad to be the purchaser and wrote by the bearer of my note to Mr. Mitchell the land valuer to desire him to act as my agent in the business, and call upon Mr. Carr on the subject immediately to ask his price –

Then to "Mr. Mitchell, Land valuer Cowmarket Halifax" a note explanatory of the above, but if any saw the note nobody could get that Mitchell had been spoken to on the subject before – Wrote also note to “J.T. Holroyde Esquire solicitor H–x [Halifax]” as follows

"Shibden Hall – Wednesday 21 November 1832. Sir, I beg to inform you that my price for the land proposed to be purchased is fourteen shillings a yard or a ground rent of seven pence a yard – I am, sir, etc. etc. etc. A Lister" –

Sent off these notes by John at 8 – Afterwards calculating about coals etc. and wrote all the above of today till 9 3/4 – Then went into the other room and staid talking to my aunt till 10 35/.. – At which hour Fahrenheit 49º –

Very thick, soft, dark day but good for planting – Kind letter tonight, 3 pages letter paper franked by Lady S– [Stuart] de R– [Rothesay], thanks for the shawl which seems to have given great pleasure – Pothered by Mr. James Wortleys thanks for my good wishes and hopes to make my acquaintance. I shall say I am going to York or be out of the way by some means or other. I am only afraid he will call. Mrs. Briggs my late steward’s widow called this morning.

[in margin] page 289

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scribeofmorpheus · 5 years

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The Just King’s Court Part II

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Meriel of Archenland

Masterlist

Warnings: None, does mutual pining count? | Words: 2833

A/N: Just in case I need to elaborate but NT1010 is 10 years after the Battle of Beruna so Edmund is 20. Also, I wrote this on my phone (a first for me) while having an insomnia episode (just like today) so... I just thought I’d mention that. This will be a limited series, probably 4 parts.

PART I

NT 1010

Five years after the destruction of the White Witch’s Castle, a small group of sympathisers to her cause gathers traction in the secret of night. King Edmund the Just is charged with quelling this group of renegade Narnian’s that threaten to disrupt the hard-earned peace he and his siblings worked to establish. With tensions running high across Narnia’s borders, the Pevensie’s have to ensure an absolute win, or else risk looking weak to their more aggressive neighbouring countries. After surviving an attack with his troops, Edmund meets the beguiling and skilled shield maiden Meriel of Archenland.

***

"That was some ingenuity, quick thinking too. Where did you learn of such a thing?" Edmund asked as he walked back into camp, one arm helping the other pry itself loose of his gloved armour.

"Archenland, sire. My father was a blacksmith and a farmer. We used to rely on such contraptions when the ice would threaten to freeze all our crops. Which was every year."

Edmund halted, turning to look at Meriel with a contemplative thought that held some humour and surprise to it, "Farmers? I didn't expect that from someone as skilled with a shield and blade as you."

Meriel, having never conversed so easily with a noble let alone her King, was dishevelled by his casual demeanour around her. She was unprepared for such high words of praise.

"T- Thank you, sire."

Edmund gave her a delicate smile. It was small and easily overlooked if not for their proximity to one another. Mariel felt the genesis of a blush start to form around her cheeks and neck. She turned to the side to focus her attentions on the troops disarming themselves.

"My King," Oreius bowed. "The scouts bring news of another enemy outpost to the west, it appears what stragglers have evaded us here will head for the forests to regroup."

"Where are the scouts now?" Edmund asked as he worked on his other arms braces.

Oreius pointed to the high peak where the Griffin's took purchase. Edmund sighed with fatigue.

"Tell one of the men to fetch Philip," he ordered one of the soldiers in earshot.

"My lady," he excused himself. "Till next we meet upon the battlefield. May Aslan show favour on your blade."

"And to you, sire."

As Meriel made her way to her tent, Edmund spoke once more, "Oh, Shield Maiden. I am always open to hearing more from my soldiers. And to the Lady who brought us out victory today, my tent will always be open to you if you ever desire to aid us with our war plans with your astute eye and prodigious ideas. As will my ear."

This time it was Edmund’s turn to bow and Meriel felt a piece of Edmund’s courtly-armour chip away. She felt like a woman who had been in talks with another man, rather than a commoner in talks with a King. Such a prospect felt equalising yet oh, so dangerous.

Meriel couldn't afford to swoon over mere notions of familiarity. No matter how much her heart seemed to ache when she explained it away as a one-time affair. She had just saved her King from sudden death after all. Anyone would be more welcoming to the person that save their life. Pride crowned itself on her head at such a thought. A part of her wondered if they'd give her a grandiose title as a reward. Perhaps they'd call her the Just Champion. Meriel laughed at such a vain thought, but some part of her wished it to be true.

***

One Month Later

Edmund needed solitude. He needed time away from the sound of metal works and stomping hooves and moaning wounded. He needed to think, so he informed his generals he was to take a turn around the bordering woods under the guise of scouting. They had protested, but he was King and with that title came an affordance of power of which he used the most of in this case. Oreius, however, was ever the astute guardian, he had compromised to allow him to go if Meriel would stay by his side. He trusted few with Edmunds life, but Meriel had more than proven herself. A show of true strength that would never cease to amaze him. Edmund also wondered if Oreius had caught wind of his growing fondness for the shield maiden.

"It's so peaceful out here," Meriel said.

Edmund hummed in agreement, "it's a place where one can truly be alone with their thoughts."

"Alone?" Meriel asked. "If you desire I can hold back, allow you more room to breathe."

"There's no need. For some reason, when I'm around you, the world has a way of quieting down. You make it seem peaceful, “Edmund told her freely, pretending as though those words didn't have a much greater gravity to them than either of them realised.

They rode for what seemed like hours, few words exchanged and yet the feeling of comfort seemed only to grow. And then they were set upon by an enemy scouting party. It was to be an ambush. In haste, they made their way back to the nearest posting of soldiers, their horses galloping nervously.

When Meriel and Edmund were halfway to the outpost, she noticed Edmund bring his horse to a halt.

"Woah, Philip!" He patted his horse’s neck.

"Edmund, why have you stopped?" The look of defiant glee that spread across Edmund’s face when she called him by his name, and not his title, did not escape her.

"The horses are getting tired. They'll catch up to us before we reach the outpost," he explained as he dismounted. "Take Philip with you and Bastien, ride for the outpost. I'll hold them off until you return."

"Edmund, I cannot in good conscience allow you to endanger yourself like this. If anyone should stay, it should be me!" Meriel spoke with urgency, composure be damned.

Edmund’s eyes narrowed at her offering to stay behind in his stead, something protective lingering in his gaze," I am your king and this is my order. Now go! "

Edmund grabbed his sword and shield from his saddle.

Meriel begrudgingly grabbed onto Philips reigns and turned her horse around. She knew Edmund was a skilled warrior; untouchable with a sword and shield and fearsome with two swords.

"Ed!" She garnered his attention before throwing her sheathed sword at him. "You fight better with two swords. Stay alive!"

Edmund smiled after her as she raced away with the cold look of determination in her eyes.

Edmund placed his shield on the ground as he welded both swords against the horde of enemies making their way closer.

"Hyaaaa!" Meriel shouted in panic as she and a dozen soldiers made their way back to where she last saw Edmund.

When she saw him, she had to clench on the reigns to keep her wits about her.

Edmund, having taken on several enemy soldiers, was clenching the side of his now blood-soaked shirt while fighting off an overzealous fawn with one hand.

Meriel decided now wasn't the time for shows of gallant knightly hood and charged after them on her horse.

"Edmund," she alerted him as she bent down halfway, her hand reaching out for his from the side of her horse.

Edmund reacted instantly by kicking his opponent far enough away from him to spare the time to sheath his sword and grab onto her hand as he hoisted him up to sit behind her.

"Are you hurt?" Meriel asked.

"Barely, any longer and it could have been worse," he brushed her concern aside as they raced back to camp, leaving their soldiers to finish off the rest.

When they were alone, Edmund squeezed her shoulder in an effort to get her slow down, "Meriel, wait."

She complied.

"Is it your wound?"

"I just need a moment," he dismounted with great difficulty. Meriel got down first and helped him off her horse.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I just..." Edmund searched for the right words but he felt it easier if he just showed her. Before he knew it, Edmund had placed his bloodless hand on her cheek and brought her lips to meet his own in a tender, long-awaited kiss.

Meriel's breath stopped short in shock at first, but then Edmund felt her relax and begin to unravel against his tongue.

When their kiss broke, her cheek ran flush while Edmund struggled to feed his hungry lungs with air without resorting to panting.

"What was--" Meriel didn't finish her sentence, too flustered to be her usual well-guarded self.

Edmund smirked at that.

"Let's just say taking on several foes at once at great risk to myself made me realise how long I've wanted to kiss you, and how little time I want to spend pretending there isn't something between us."

Meriel was at a loss for words, "something between us..." she repeated.

"There is, isn't there?" Edmund searched her eyes. "I know you feel it too. Tell me I'm not alone in this."

Meriel tried to speak but all she accomplished was a trembling stutter of vowels.

"Please, I'm begging you," Edmund clasped his hand around hers, the motion somehow causing his side to flinch in pain. "For once, throw duty and expectations aside and tell me what it is that your heart truly desires."

Meriel caved under the weight of his fragility, "I feel it too. I've always felt it. Since the moment we met on that battlefield."

Edmunds face beamed with joy despite the increasingly pale look caused by his blood loss.

"That's a relief," he sighed as though he finally let the weight of the world go before placing a kiss on Meriel's forehead.

"Where do we go from here?"

Edmund chuckled, "A healer would be preferable. I may have underestimated the extent of my injuries."

Meriel helped him back onto the horse, but not before applying a tunicate with a little too much pressure.

"Ow," he winced. "Did you have to tie it so tight?"

This time it was Meriel's turn to smirk, "Think of it as an incentive to never do something so rash again."

Edmund closed his eyes and leaned into Meriel for support. His arm snaked around her waist.

"It's very convincing," he placed his head on her shoulders.

Silently, to herself, Meriel lamented, "Oreius is never going to trust me again."

Half-awake, Edmund replied, "We'll simply have to find you a position more suited to your talents than guard duty. I'm certain saving a king from sudden death twice in a row has some pull over the court."

"They’d probably give me a second a title and call it even."

Edmund let out a straggled breath as he fought against a cough, "I shudder to think what they'll do if you save me a third time." He joked.

"A menacing thought, they'd probably make me nobility."

"Wouldn’t that be a sight to behold..." he retorted sarcastically, but internally he had already begun to visualise her as what she had started to mean to him: the queen who ruled over his heart.

***

On the eve before the final attack, Edmund spent most of the morning conferring with his counsel –which today included his siblings High King Peter and Queen Susan.

“Peter shall take the bulk of our forces onto the open field around Jadis’s castle as a show of force.” Edmund placed statuesque models of Centaurs wielding swords on top of a stretch of flat land on the map.

“I’m not sure I feel completely comfortable marching out into the open and leaving my soldiers vulnerable to flanking attacks from higher ground. The White Witch’s castle was built into a mountainside for this very reason,” Peter said, hand on the hilt of his sword.

Edmund smirked, “That is where Susan comes in. She’ll take a handful of her best archers by Griffon onto a defensible position on higher ground with a tactical viewpoint of our soldiers and any possible ambush points.” He moved two Griffon statues onto a mountainside overlooking the soldier’s position.

Susan sauntered over to Edmund, her eyes calm and determined, “Perhaps, positioning our archers on two points would be most beneficial.” Susan moved one statue onto the opposite side of the mountainside.

“And what of your forces, brother?” Peter questioned.

Just then, Meriel walked in, nodding subtly to Oreius and his men as she made her way to the table.

“That is where scout Meriel and I come in,” he answered with a warmth hanging around his words.

“Sires,” Meriel bowed then turned to Susan with what looked like a spark of admiration in her eyes, “My Lady.”

“A pleasure,” Peter bowed charmingly as Susan gave a simple smile in recognition.

“And what is this plan of yours?” Susan asked.

Edmund lifted his weight off the table, straightening his posture as he tilted is head to the side and raised a hand towards Meriel respectively, “I think it best I let the mastermind behind this plan explain it herself.”

Meriel was taken aback, slightly flustered at the prospect of being given the power of speech within the royal tent, but she composed herself none the same. “Thank you, sire.”

Meriel pulled the rolled parchment from under her arm and placed them on the desk. She had not intended for her hand to rest upon Edmond’s in such a gentle and casual manner. She was visibly startled by the feeling of their skin coming into contact. She fought off these inappropriate feelings welling up inside her with a simple duck followed by the folding of her arms behind her back. She didn't want to let the King assume she would be making a habit of such occurrences or that she was flustered by it.

Edmund had been pleasantly surprised by how calming Meriel's touch was. Even though they hadn't exchanged any casual touches prior, no part of it felt foreign at all. If anything, it felt delightful, comforting. Edmund was astonished to discover just much how her simple touch affected him.

He was pulled from his ruminations when he noticed Meriel duck her head in silent apology, her spine stiffening as her hands clasped behind her to reassure him her mind was focused on the battle strategies being discussed.

He smiled to himself, finding her actions endearing if not a little enchanting.

“A few days ago, we came upon an ambush beyond the camp,” Her eyes casually looked towards Edmund then back to the plans below. “Luckily, we managed to subdue one of them. He revealed there is a secret tunnel situated under the mountain. It leads out into a dense area of forestry that could allow any stragglers to escape. But it also gives us an entryway into the Castle. With a small team of my spies, we’d be able to get in and block off the escape route. We’ll box them in, giving them limited options. Either surrender or face the bulk of our forces.”

There was silence in the room for a brief minute and then Peter spoke, more towards his brother than to everyone one else, a worry tugging on his brows. “Sneaking into enemy territory, isn’t that a little dangerous brother?”

Edmund looked at his siblings, then back towards Meriel and Oreius, fortified within his decision, “I trust in my soldier's abilities, Pete. I am confident in this plan.”

“And what of the wounded?” Oreius inquired.

“Queen Lucy is seeing to setting up an infirmary as we speak. All wounded will be taken there to heal. She specifically requested it be open to either side.” Peter reassured him.

“Then,” Susan said as she walked towards the map and stuck an arrow into the delicately drawn illustration of the Ice Palace. “We have a plan of attack.”

When he was left alone to gather his thoughts and think on their next plan of action, Edmunds mind kept returning to the incident from before. His hand rubbing against the patch of skin her palm had touched. It felt warm still, like her hand was still there, still giving him the reassurances and words of wisdom he never tired of hearing.

By Aslan’s Mane! He was completely at her mercy and she didn't even know. How could she? He was a King after all, and Kings don't get the luxury of pouring their hearts desires out to whomever they please, crown and duty be damned.

He needed time to ensure these weren't simply fleeting moments of adoration magnified by the close proximity of a woman who he respected. A woman who wasn't afraid to speak her mind when needed and keep a level head.

It didn't hurt that her face would always make his dreams all the more peaceful. Something he certainly needed the night before battle.

To Be Continued

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The New Guy Pt. 2 - Chen x Reader

summary: Even before Minseok came along, Jongdae’s always had a thing for you.

warnings: sub!chen, dom!reader, humiliation, pain kink, bdsm, some cock torture but not too hard so don’t let that scare you lol

word count: 6.9k

a/n: sorry it took a million years but here’s the sequel you guys wanted! I hope you like it! Link to Pt. 1 is here

Jongdae’s worked here for five years now. Unlike a lot of his peers, he didn’t have to intern in order to work for Tokki Corporation. Surprisingly enough his internet reputation got him the job more so than his official GPA. Back in his college days, Jongdae coded anything from website layouts to viruses, ranging in severity and design, just to keep his belly fed. Over time his popularity surpassed him within the coding community for doing just about anything for money. Sure it wasn’t always good, but he was struggling just like everyone else and had to find a way to make end’s meat. As graduation reared its ugly head, Jongdae realized that in the real world he wouldn’t be able to get by with popularity and occasional payments alone. Before he could even upload his application, he received an email from the Tokki Corporation asking for an interview. Their company had been under cyber attacks lately due to...a bunch of nonsense that he hadn’t really paid attention to honestly. From what he did gather it sounded like easy stuff, child’s play, and would probably only take a couple of hours to correct.

When Jongdae arrived at the corporation’s massive building, he had shakily reported that he was there for an interview. Being fresh out of college Jongdae only had ill-fitting slacks and a baggy button down from a local Good Will to wear. The secretary had eyed him incredulously, probably chalking him up to be another throw-away-hire, and made a quick phone call. His interview took place at the highest office in the building, overlooking what seemed like the entirety of Seoul judging by how high it was. A man sat behind a large glass desk, back facing the city as if it meant nothing, and looked over Jongdae’s printed out resume. Jongdae stood there like an idiot, looking around the office in awe and wondering if everyone’s office looked like this here. Despite the regality of said office, he couldn’t help but notice the small rabbits littered around. Rabbit plushies and figurines, ranging in size, littered around the book case and desk and even the guy’s writing utensils.The man, probably the interview, looked at him pointedly until Jongdae sat down in a smaller chair just in front of his desk, slightly looking up at the man.

The interview process was incredibly quick. Some general questions were asked, questions that Jongdae “uhh”-ed and “uhm”-ed through as he shook like a leaf in his seat, but the interviewer seemed to disregard them entirely. Finally the interviewer placed the resume down and truly looked at Jongdae for the first time since he came in and said,”I’m Junmyeon by the way and I’ve seen what you can do. We’ve been following you for a while now.” Now at that point Jongdae nearly shit himself. He’s not afraid to admit it. Why the fuck would this major company be watching him? Every conspiracy theory known to man flowed into his mind from the men in black to the Illuminati, but Junmyeon immediately debunked those. “I’m a fan of your work,” he said with a smile,”I’ve already made my decision. I’d like you to lead our IT team.” After that one interview, Jongdae had the job in the bag. So he came to this company straight out of college with an open mind and an eager heart, ready to take adulthood on by the horns. He made plenty of friends inside the company and outside, rented out a one bedroom, and even started his adult life.

Everything came a little too easily though. Jongdae did his job well and he was proud of that, but over time everything seemed to become dull. As he grew more experienced in his role, made friends at the company, and even seemingly conquered adult life and all its misfortunes, Jongdae grew bored. He got tired of the routine, tired of coming to the same sad basement every day, tired of the leaky coffee machine that - depending on its mood- would shock him, and especially tired of Oh Sehun calling the IT line to taunt him and immediately hang up before Jongdae could come up with a well thought out response. Sehun and Jongdae began officially working for the company around the same time, spending the first two weeks together during orientation in order to “bond” as a team despite them being in completely different departments. The two of them had been friends, genuinely, for a little while, but eventually they grew apart once they were sorted into their own departments. Jongdae remembers you very clearly from orientation, way too nice to be Sehun’s friend and laughing at all of Jongdae’s stupid jokes. He remembers you trying your hardest to keep the peace when things got too heated between him and Sehun. He remembers you, every bit of sweet and charming, looking at him like he was something special.

After orientation though, Jongdae hadn’t seen much of you. There was really no reason to. The two of you weren’t that close and he didn’t really have any reason to go to the upper levels of the building since he could just send any of his employees in his stead. You eventually slipped into the very corner of Jongdae’s mind, a hazy lustful memory that sometimes came up when he couldn’t sleep at night and needed to rub one out.

But, of course, one day it all changed.

One particular day after Jongdae got to work late, received a horrible sting from the terribly mean coffee machine, and spilled said coffee on his khakis, he got another stupid call from Sehun. It wasn’t so much as what Sehun said exactly, but more the fact that he almost never wants to deal with Sehun’s antics. These phone calls usually ranged from a dig at Jongdae’s fashion sense, even though Sehun hasn’t seen him in a while, to random silly names in a childish voice that grates his nerves and before Jongdae can think of a good response, Sehun hangs up accordingly. But Jongdae was already having a terrible day. So with all the anger and frustration he could muster, he headed upstairs to give the asshole a piece of his mind. When he finally got there 10 minutes later, after walking up and heaving over numerous flights of stairs due to maintenance on the main elevator (somehow the only elevator that went down to the basement), Jongdae rushed through the halls of Human Resources to figure out how exactly to handle this situation.

In his anger he didn’t think to simply call one of the managers or even shoot an email. Like an idiot, he rushed up here only to slowly realize that maybe this isn’t exactly the most professional approach. His furious stomps turn into timid steps as he grows more aware of his surroundings. Employees hustle their way back and forth from their desks, simply moving to the side to avoid Jongdae and his confusion to do their jobs. Jongdae begins feeling out of place as more and more people shoot glances his way, at his coffee stained khakis and flustered face. He’s completely out of his comfort zone, upstairs with the other departments that made this company, and it’s kind of getting to him.

The IT department is located in the very bowels of the building, far away from all the regular workers here, and the distinction is very noticeable. None of the other workers really even knew what the IT department did besides the basics like fixing computers or getting malware off of Wu Kris’ porn ridden desktop a little too often. The department itself was filled with nice enough people who didn’t really know how to socialize, much less fix their weird reputation of being “troll people”. Jongdae likes to think he’s different and loves proving these people wrong by showing how handsome, talented, and outgoing he is. While Jongdae had reasonable social skills, he did tend to get flustered easily in social situations. His social anxiety is something he constantly denies and struggles with, refusing to admit that he’s as awkward as his employees. Suddenly a familiar voice pulls him out of his reverie, nearly making him jump out of his slightly damp skin.

“Hey! Do you need help with something?”

There are offices all around him, the amount of people flowing in and out and about them confusing him all the more, but a soft “Over here!” guides him to a large office with an open wooden door. He sees a small streetview of the city in a small window before his eyes land on you. Your suit, buttons undone a little too low to be professional, your golden name plate, bold and starking on your desk, and your smile, just as sweet as he remembered.

“Jongdae?”

Before his mind can catch up with him, Jongdae manages a smile and a friendly, “Jesus, Y/N, is that you? I haven’t seen you in forever!”

As Jongdae steps into the room, doing his best to come off as casual and not at all as nervous as he feels, he’s met with the very last person he wants to see. Sehun turns around in his chair, widening his eyes in surprise, as he says,“Kim? What are you doing up here?”

God. Jongdae can’t tell if he’s actually asking or just being an asshole, but whatever Sehun’s doing, Jongdae has entirely thought out an eloquent ‘fuck you’ that’ll send Sehun reeling. Somehow despite the eloquent and well thought out ‘fuck you’ he planned, Jongdae can feel his face flushing more and more the longer the two of you stare at him. There’s an awkward pause which Jongdae can feel in the very pit of his stomach. He doesn’t know what to say. He genuinely wasn’t expecting you to be one of the main managers now and he certainly wasn’t expecting Sehun, of all people, to be a part of the HR department.

With this sudden change, Jongdae feels his heart race, his skin prickle with nerves he didn’t realize were there. Your eyes, darker than he remembers, roll over his form and take him in for what he is. A nervous idiot who apparently doesn’t know how to talk to people. When your gaze moves to Sehun, you lightly smack his arm and nod at the door before saying,”I’ll see you later for lunch.”

Sehun’s eyes widen slightly, looking between you and Jongdae before landing on you once again, and he pouts,”Nooo! don’t make me leave. Look at his chinos. Let me have this.”

For some reason, despite his nerves, Jongdae feels the need to interject,“They’re khakis.”

“You would think that.”

You lightly smack Sehun again and nod at the door,”Goodbye, Sehunnie.” He leaves without further prodding, but not before snorting at Jongdae’s general direction and closing the door behind him. The two of you are left there, alone in your office, with the hum of afternoon traffic filtering in from outside.

“You can sit down, Jongdae.”

Your voice is more comforting than he remembers, something about it almost immediately calming the pressure building up in his body, the need to climb out of his own skin. Jongdae sinks into the very seat that Sehun previously occupied, resting against the arm chair and spreading his legs slightly. The attempt to look bigger than he really is isn’t lost on you, but you let him get comfortable without protest.

You’ve been working in HR for a few years now and have finally become one of the managers in your department. You worked very hard to get to where you are and you’re incredibly proud of yourself. A major part of your job is ensuring that everyone is comfortable in their workspace. The reason why you’re so good at your job is because of how observant you are as well as your ability to calm people down. There’s a heady lavender scent filling the walls of your office, a thick smell that lulls Jongdae’s senses. You have little knick knacks and pictures littered around the space to make your office appear more like a casual place than what it actually was. Here in the middle of everything is Jongdae, an old friend from orientation.

Jongdae sparks up small talk, trying desperately to get the attention off of him and onto something else, as he looks around the room. You entertain him, of course, and occasionally glance at the way he picks at an escaped thread on your arm chair. He’s more handsome than you remember, blonde tresses contrasting nicely with his skin.

When the two of you were new hires, you’d been attracted to Jongdae. You laughed at his jokes, went out of your way to hang out with him, and even met up with him a few times outside of work, but either he was incredibly oblivious or simply wasn’t interested. Eventually you gave up your pursuit and instead focused on work, burying yourself in your workload and sure enough coming out on top. The two of you move from small talk to actual topics of conversation to internet communities. Jongdae had entirely forgotten why he was so attracted to you aside from your figure. Your sense of humor is infectious and probably the weirdest he’s ever seen. The two of you are involved in a lot of the same online communities, Jongdae’s being a little more extreme and exclusive than yours.

So when the topic of memes came up, all of the awkwardness and tension completely dissolved. You both laughed, showing each other memes uglier and more obscure than the last, and soon time began to pass without the two of you really noticing. Soon there’s a knock on your door, signaling the actual work that needed to be done and the reason why the two of you were in the first place. As Jongdae stands up, apologizing profusely for distracting you and exchanging usernames so he could add you later on Reddit, you notice the stain on his khakis. “Oh right. what happened anyway?” you ask, eyes not really leaving his crotch.

He follows your gaze to his khakis - chinos - and huffs,”Fuck, I almost forgot. Long story short, the coffee pot downstairs fucking sucks and we need to buy another one.” As you nod along to his explanation, you stand from your desk and make your way towards another chair in the corner of your office. Now that Jongdae can see you, really see you, he almost pops a chub right there in his fucking khakis. Chinos. Whatever. Your buttoned shirt neatly tucks into slacks that hug your frame nicely, shaping your figure into something thicker and sexier than Jongdae previously remembers. Your legs, God your legs, go on for miles and miles before they’re met with those tall black heels that bring the entire look together. Weak at the knees, Jongdae can’t help but stare at your curvaceous figure, a familiar feeling stirring in the very pit of his stomach.

You blatantly and unabashedly bend down to grab something out of your purse, pretending to dig around as the Tide To Go pen remains in your hand. After a tension fills the room, varying from the one earlier, you stand up fully and make your way over to Jongdae. You smirk as you catch the very last second of Jongdae’s gaze moving from your ass to your face before holding out the small pen. “Here,” you say as you stare down at the stain,”it’ll get just about anything off.” The two of you stare at each other for a time, not really saying a word as a mutual understanding begins to form. Jongdae takes the pen out of your hand, his own confidence beginning to fade once your professional front fades and turns into something he’s never seen before. Your eyes seem darker as they take him in now, consuming every inch of him as they roam. He loves it though, loves the attention he’s getting from you, loves that your eyes are on him and him only. There’s another insistent knock before the door opens altogether, a frustrated and huffy Sehun appearing in the doorway. “I swear to God, Y/N, if I don’t get noodles immediately I will die.”

After being reunited once again, there are a series of convenient run-ins that you knew for a fact were planned. How did you know? Because you’re the only planning said run-ins, having Sehun make a phone call to Jongdae every single time a computer so much as froze. On the days that Jongdae needed to be called, you made sure to wear your best outfits, to smile especially bright when he looked absolutely exasperated as Sehun pestered him as he worked on Baekhun’s computer, and to make sure that he had the perfect view of you walking away. When Jongdae made trips upstairs to fix computers that 9 times out of 10 weren’t actually broken, he’d see glimpses of your form walking amongst the halls or overhear your voice not too far away. No matter where he is, you’re somehow always close by.

Soon Sehun’s daily annoying calls turn into sort of productive ones. He somehow keeps having computer trouble and specifically asks for Jongdae himself each and every time. At the possibility of seeing you and the threat of a single and possibly fatal phone call to Junmyeon, who would do anything for that annoying twink, Jongdae has to come each and every time. Each and every time Jongdae goes, the “issues” that Sehun has are almost always an easy fix: turning the computer off and on again when it froze, stop downloading malware from weird websites so the computer won’t freeze, stop going on weird websites, stop playing dress up Barbie games on said weird websites, reducing the zoom from 150% to 75%, or simply plugging the desktop into the outlet. With each trip you and Jongdae got closer and closer. From saying a polite hello in the hallways as the two of you passed each other to awkward yet eager small talk to inside jokes and texting. Jongdae, ever determined, returned every hello, talked about the weather for as long as he could, and replied to each and every text in a timely manner. He’d do anything to make you smile, anything to see your ass in slacks and A-lines as you walk away with that sashay in your hips he loves so fucking much.

During this last trip where Sehun literally jammed a Wham! CD into the disk tray of his desktop, the fucker isn’t even there. When Jongdae arrives at his desk, exasperated and tired, he sees you, conveniently leaning against Sehun’s desk and scrolling through your phone. Or at least pretending to. Jongdae walks to the desk, trying and failing to come up with some sort of tsundere vibe that would impress you. All he manages is a squeaky and pathetic,”H-hey.” You already know he’s there, could already feel the tension in his shoulders from a mile away, but smile up at him in surprise anyway.

“Hey! So Sehun had to run out for a second-”

But at the mention of Sehun and his general headassery, the nervousness fades into annoyance.

“He went out for his ‘second’ lunch didn’t he?”

“-....okay, yeah. He should be back by now.”

“He won’t be back for the rest of the day.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it’s Sehun.”

After ripping the CD out of the desktop’s tray, Jongdae takes the time to look at you, really look at you, while you’re rambling about something that happened in the office today. He thinks about how months ago he had absolutely no idea who you really were. You were just an acquaintance, a faded memory for his occasional spank bank, but in the time he’s come to know you, he sees you’re much more than that. The two of you are friends, genuinely friends, and it’s something that Jongdae is incredibly grateful for. Of course he still finds you attractive, but as the two of you got closer, Jongdae realizes that he isn’t just interested in your cup size or the shape of your ass in those yoga pants you wear every single time he comes over for a Futurama marathon. While you go on and on about how Kris made a pass at you, the HR manager, Jongdae makes a reference to the sloth meme that’s been your joke for the past few days just to make you laugh. Of course you laugh, letting out the cutest and ugliest snort he’s ever heard, and that’s when he realizes it. He cares about you. Like, actually cares about you. Some time between hanging back at the office until either of you were done to get drinks after work and him teaching you how to play Magic the Gathering with old friends, he’d developed real actual feelings.

It’s a weird feeling, a weird thing to realize while you’re ugly laughing so loud that most of your office is looking at the two of you, but he kinda likes it. Kinda likes that he likes you. Maybe things weren’t so boring after all. That day Jongdae knew he had to ask you out, but just couldn’t figure out when. He had plenty of opportunities to, but he just couldn’t manage. Any time the two of you texted each other late at night or when you find solace in his coat while the two of you brave the harsh winter weather during your lunch break, or even during sorta cuddling but not really sessions while the two of you watched Firefly, Jongdae had the chance to ask you out but he was never brave enough to. He simply couldn’t gather the courage to do it.

It happens around Christmas Eve. The two of you were the only ones left in the building, save for some Janitorial staff who would also be gone soon, finishing up work that needed to be done before the New Year. With nowhere to go, the two of you decided to spend Christmas together with large cups of egg nog and a back and forth of tragic backstories that revealed the reason why you weren’t spending time with your families. When he walks into your office, Jongdae sees a mostly empty space that’s lost all remnants of you. All that’s left is the desk, a bookshelf, and one of your old chairs. All of the knick knacks and books are gone now, the fading scent of lavender being the only remaining remnant of your time there. You’re sitting in the middle of everything, working hard at your desk, as if none of your things are gone. Jongdae’s mind races to a variety of situations, most pertaining to you leaving and never coming back, so he asks,“Are you leaving?” Even though he doesn’t know the answer to this question, his heart aches something fierce. The idea of you leaving, even if he can just see you outside of work, is upsetting and so devastating that he might truly be upset by it.

You shake your head, finishing up what’s left of the possible report you’re typing, and say,”No. Just moving to the other side of the office. I’m gonna have a temporary cubicle with Sehun. Can you shut that door?” While he’s happy that you’re not leaving, his initial reaction to the possibility reveals feelings that are truly undeniable. Somewhere, in all of this, Jongdae suddenly finds a courage that hasn’t been there for most of the day. The two of you are alone in this god forsaken building at night with no Sehun or other colleagues to intervene. It’s here that Jongdae decides maybe, just maybe, this is the time to confess how he feels. To lay everything out on the table bare for you to see. As the soft click of the closing door echoes throughout the office and you get up briefly to grab your things, everything seems to finalize in that moment. He works up the courage to ask you out, thinking of all the ways you could easily reject him with a pitiful look in your eyes, but he wants to at least try. Just so he’s not left with a heartbreaking “what if” for the rest of his life. Jongdae’s eyes look away as he resigns himself to his fate and says,

”Honestly, Y/N, I’ve liked you for a while. Of course I appreciate our friendship and I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I was wondering if we could go out some time? We could get dinner or something - I mean I know we do that a lot, but I’ll take you somewhere nice and we can just-”

“Jongdae.”

“-dress up or something. But no pressure seriously! It’s fine I get if you’re not into me. Okay you’re not answering me or giving me any sort of tell so maybe I got the wrong idea. We can just forget all of this and move on. I just-”

“Jongdae.”

“-really hope we can still be friends. We can just go back to normal it’s no big deal. Fuck fuck I shouldn’t have said anything now it’s all awkward.”

“Jongdae!”

Jongdae looks up just in time to see your familiar black dress pool on the floor, your black heels kicking the offending fabric away. His eyes wander from your heels to the expanse of your legs, covered in black stockings, to the straps of your garter belt, barely holding onto the thickness of your thighs, to your lacy thong, up the expanse of your stomach, to your matching bra, and finally to your smirk. Your red lipstick, contrasting deliciously against the rest of your ensemble, makes Jongdae almost fucking lose it. Almost. He can’t pretend anymore or brush off your advances and claim it’s all in his head.

He’s here now with you, staring at the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and popping the biggest chub he’s ever had. You reach out for him, grabbing his limp hand and pulling him towards you, and place his hands on your hips. They tighten instantly, the lace bunching up slightly under his hands. Your smirk widens as you take in Jongdae’s shock, the absolute disbelief in his eyes, and you use that to push him down to the floor until he’s kneeling. Jongdae goes willingly, kneeling down immediately, and looks up at you with all the admiration in the world. You run your fingers through his hair and say,“Merry Christmas, Jongdae.”

Jongdae maintains eye contact with you as he lifts up your leg, leaning briefly to kiss your ankle and places the long limb over his shoulder. He stares at your lace covered center, nearly tasting the heat there, and whispers a soft and unbelievable,”Merry Christmas.”

Now, Jongdae hasn’t eaten pussy in a long time. Not since one of his ex girlfriends told him he was absolute shit at it. No matter how much he tried, she’d never fail to put him down and refused to tell him how to improve in any way. She was a bitch anyway, but it always left an impression on him. There’s something about your gaze though, as you look down at him, that makes him squirm with a feeling of complete and total helplessness. As your eyes watch him kiss at your thighs and generally put off what he could only assume is the main event, Jongdae feels a sense of guidance. A sort of safety net that ensures him that you’ll be there to put him back in line if he messes up. That you’ll tell him exactly what he needs to do and how he needs to do it. For some reason there’s a lot of comfort in that fact, comfort that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

There’s a sharp pain in his back that makes him wince. He arches away from it, only for the sharp to grow harsher as it twists. The firmness of it helps him realize that it’s the very edge of your heel digging into his back. “Don’t tease me,” you warn. It’s not a statement or a suggestion. It’s a command, a rule that leaves no space for breaking. So he leans in tentatively and gives little kitten licks, eyes closing as he focuses all his attention on you. You don’t moan or arch your back right away, but you do run your fingers through his blonde tresses again. He can feel your eyes on him, watching him as his licks get bolder and longer against your core. But Jongdae starts getting insecure, starts shrinking away and thinking that maybe he should just end this before it all goes to hell, but you pull him back by his hair to cup his cheek. “It’s okay, baby boy,” you smile, a complete 180 from before.

With renewed confidence, the IT manager gives it one more try. He gives you short kitten licks, nibbling and mouthing at your folds when he gets a little more comfortable. Jongdae’s licks make their way to your clit, honing in when you moan for the first time since you two started this whole thing. From what he can tell, your moans are precious and only delved out when he’s doing a good enough job to pleasure you. So he eagerly continues, trying all types of tricks with his tongue to pull more moans out of you. A handful of them work pretty well so Jongdae performs them again and again in different ways with the same level of incredible excitement. You end up riding his face anyway, grinding against his tongue with a fervor that he can barely keep up with. Your body begins shuddering from the sensations as you cum once and then twice on his tongue. Jongdae, always willing to prove himself, licks up your orgasm and lets out a moan of his own. He sucks at your clit now, letting it go to roll his tongue over the swollen nub, and starts palming himself in his slacks. He never thought he’d be doing this. Never thought he could be eating you out on your desk and getting off to it, getting off on all of it. Just when a hot pressure builds in his tummy, tight and sweet, the very tip of your heel digs into his back again. “Don’t you fucking cum, you pervert.”

The pain alone is enough to push Jongdae over the edge, but he somehow manages to get himself together. He lets go of the tent in his slacks and looks at you, waiting for your next move. You remove your leg from his shoulder with a little bit of help and lean against your desk again with your legs spread and Jongdae helplessly in between them. You cup his cheek briefly, letting a manicured finger brush his lower lip and ask, “Are you being a good boy, Jongdae?”

Now Jongdae’s never really been into bdsm or kink or anything weird like that. He’s never considered anything passed the occasional visit of pink fluffy handcuffs on especially exciting days or spanking. He hasn’t been that kind of guy or at least he never thought he would be. Until now. You towering over him and making him feel small and weak, pathetic even, is the most sexual excitement he’s had in a long time. So now as you hover a heel over the tent in his slacks and frown down at him, Jongdae can’t help but shudder at your appearance as you demand an answer. “Y-yes,” is all he says,”I’m being a good boy.” But that isn’t the right answer. Your heel makes contact with his cock, firm enough to give pleasure but light enough where Jongdae can say it’s too much and push away. He wants to do anything but that. When he doesn’t relent or get up to leave, you press your heel down harder with a lot less room than before. Jongdae cries out, shuddering and closing his eyes tight as he goes. The wet patch forming on his grey slacks where your heel used to be is the only tell of what happened without your permission. His cheeks redden with guilt as a flush slowly makes its way from his face to his neck. The guilt and shame is overwhelming. After dreaming about this moment for months, about seeing you like this and doing anything sexually, how could he fuck up this bad? How could he cum in his pants from that?

You grab him by his hair and pull tight tight tight and Jongdae can only brace himself on your thighs as he gathers his bearings. He feels so sloppy, mussed up hair and tie in a disarray, and dirty, face still covered in your orgasm and softening cock encased in cum stained boxers. Although you’re furious with him, clearly more disappointed than Jongdae is, in the tightness of your hold his cock twitches and bobs for more. He needs more, absolutely needs to see how far the two of you can go with whatever this is, but it won’t happen unless you’re on board too. “You’re a naughty boy, Jongdae. Maybe I should just head home alone if you’re not gonna take this seriously.” Fuck. Jongdae desperately wants to fix this, desperately wants to make you proud of him again, but he just doesn’t know how. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I want it,” he tries as he looks into your slowly approving eyes,”I wanna be a good boy.” You like that answer enough to let him go, but you’re still very disappointed. You release your grip from his hair and take the time to look over your manicured nails and ignore Jongdae entirely. He takes your threat very seriously, your disinterest making it clear that he still has a chance of changing your mind.

“Please, Y/N, please-”

“Mistress.”

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself and Jongdae’s left trying to figure out what it means in his post orgasmic haze. Then it clicks. “Mistress, please. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“Top shelf, towards the back.” Jongdae scrambles, genuinely scrambles, over to your bookshelf towards the door to grab a small foil from the very back of the top shelf. Just how long were you planning this? He tears the small package with his teeth and rolls the lubricated condom onto his cock. When he turns around to face you once again, you’re bent over your desk and looking over your shoulder. Jongdae stares at you for a time, wondering how on earth he got so damn lucky. He’s not quick enough, not taking advantage of this beautiful opportunity, because you say,“If you don’t make me cum, I’ll find someone who will.” Before he realizes it, his legs are moving on their own. Jongdae pulls down your thong, groaning when he has to use a little more force to get it passed your thighs, and pumps at his cock. You wiggle your ass just enough to get him going, but stop when he begins to line up his cock.

The mushroom head presses against your entrance, slowly but surely pushing until Jongdae is entirely sheathed. He’s not huge, but you can still feel him pulsing away. You’re full enough and that’s what matters. Jongdae slowly thrusts, getting used to the tight hot heat, and trying desperately not to cum so soon. He’s only had his hand for the passed few months and no matter how good his hand is, nothing compares to the real thing. You’re impatient though and don’t really care what’s going on with Jongdae. It’s not that you want him to fuck up again, but that’s exactly what you want. The opportunity to punish him, to further humiliate him, is something that you look forward to. There’s no way you’re letting him go after tonight, absolutely no way.

You reach behind you and pinch his thigh, giggling at the unabashed resulting moan he lets out. “Pain slut,” you coo as his hips stutter. The pinch works. Jongdae’s hips move faster and deeper, a concentration going as he focuses on making you feel good. You hold onto your desk and rock your hips to meet his, moaning aloud as Jongdae focuses all of his attention on you. His cock rubs against your walls, slipping out briefly due to his excitement before finding its way back inside of you with a helpful hand. This pace continues, growing more and more brutal as your moans grow louder and uncontrolled. Jongdae moans along with you, at the very feeling of you clamping down on his cock as you cum for the first time. He chases that feeling, angling his hips to hit your g-spot on every single thrust. Your moans ring throughout the office now, along with the sound of skin slapping skin. While you love that Jongdae’s absolutely rocking your world, you want to have even more fun. You bring your hand back once more to pinch and twist Jongdae’s thigh. His hips stutter again as he hisses and cries out, but continues regardless of the newfound pleasurable pain.

“Mistress,” he pants,”I can’t...I can’t do it. Please let me cum.” You’ve got him right where you want him. You smirk as you rock your hips against him and say,”I don’t know, baby. I haven’t cum yet.” Jongdae whines because he knows you’re lying. He’s felt you cum a few times already, your heat gripping his cock viciously while your body jerked and cried out, but now you’re lying.

In the heat of it all, you manage to push Jongdae away from you slightly so that you can sit up without being connected to him. You turn around to face him before sitting on the edge of the desk once again and spreading your legs. You take the time to look at him, really look at him, and smile with something like adoration as you take in his flushed form. Jongdae stands there, unsure but willing, as he looks at you in return. His hand finds his cock, swollen with need, but refuses to stroke as if he’s afraid of disobeying you. Even though he’s only just got into kink and bdsm and the like, he’s surprisingly obedient. “Do you wanna make Mistress feel good?”

Jongdae nods feverently, refusing to move neither his hand nor himself, and waits calmly for you to call him over. You stare at him for a time as his resolve cracks and breaks, whining and pleading tumbling from his swollen lips, “Please, Mistress, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything you want.” In that moment, with his eyes tearing and voice watering, Jongdae is capable of doing just about anything to get what he wants. But it’s Christmas and this weird holiday confession turned into something Jongdae wasn’t at all expecting. So you motion him over, call him a good boy as he slides back into you, and run a hand through his hair as his hips start again. Giving him what he wants does nothing to calm the whines down, Jongdae’s whines get louder if anything as he nears his release. The noises he makes is enough to make you cum again as the need to take care of Jongdae fills you. “You’re doing so well, baby,” you promise, moaning yourself when he brushes against that special spot inside you again,”You’re such a good boy right? Always a good boy.” “A-always a good boy,” he whimpers back at you,”I wanna be your good boy.”

While the feeling of Jongdae grinding against you is enough to make you cum a thousand times over, it’s time to end all of this. You don’t want him dropping in your old office without even really knowing what dropping is. “Cum, baby.” The hand in his hair, the nurturing voice, the wet friction of your pussy sucking him in, it’s too much. With another “good boy” kissed into his mouth, Jongdae cums in the condom. Cums for the second time that night and the hardest time in his entire life.

Aftercare is had on Christmas at your loft downtown after a 15 minute taxi drive. Jongdae is held and cherished and asked questions about what he liked and didn’t like about the night. He liked everything, loved everything, and insisted that the two of you do it again as soon as possible. You promise him a nice date on the day after Christmas with steamed buns. For now, Jongdae is fine with Futurama marathons on Christmas with stew and beer. Jongdae relishes this promise and all of the warm things to come while spooning you especially close that night.

But little does he know that none of these things would come to pass. You wouldn’t get to go on that date you promised. The two of you wouldn’t talk for a time. Sehun’s phone calls would stop coming in abruptly and soon you would be barely around for Jongdae to talk to. The next time Jongdae would see you, truly see you, was when you were with an old friend of his who just started working at the office.

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books I read in 2018! (not including rereads, favorites are bolded!)

Shortcomings - Adrian Tomine

Skim - Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki

Tina’s Mouth: An Existential Comic Diary - Keshni Kashyap

Turning Japanese: A Graphic Memoir - Marinaomi

Killing and Dying - Adrian Tomine

Take What You Can Carry - Kevin C. Pyle

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Riotous Flesh: Women, Physiology, and the Solitary Vice in Nineteenth-Century America - April R. Haynes

Finder: Voice - Carla Speed McNeil

Witches Abroad - Terry Pratchett

Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

We Are Never Meeting In Real Life - Samantha Irby

Priestdaddy - Patricia Lockwood

What We Lose - Zinzi Clemmons

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours - Helen Oyeyemi

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Ship of the Dead - Rick Riordan

Strange Practice - Vivian Shaw

The Best We Could Do - Thi Bui

Kindred: A Graphic Novel - Octavia Butler, Damian Duffy, John Jennings

Will Do Magic for Small Change - Andrea Hairston

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - John Berendt

Salt Houses - Hala Alyan

March: Book One - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Two - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Three - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

Sing, Unburied, Sing - Jesmyn Ward

The Power - Naomi Alderman

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White - Lila Quintero Weaver

Blood Justice: The Lynching of Mack Charles Parker - Howard Smead

Warriors Don’t Cry - Melba Pattillo Beals

Moonshot: The Indigenous Comics Collection - ed. Hope Nicholson

Monstress: Awakening - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

Boundless - Jillian Tamaki

The Cooking Gene: A Journey Through African American Culinary History in the Old South - Michael W. Twitty

Speak: The Graphic Novel - Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me - Janet Mock

Bingo Love - Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San

Vietnamerica - G.B. Tran

Incognegro: A Graphic Mystery - Mat Johnson and Warren Pleece

Arab in America - Toufic El Rassi

Diary of a Reluctant Dreamer: Undocumented Vignettes from a Pre-American Life - Alberto Ledesma

Tell the Wolves I’m Home - Carol Rifka Brunt

The Immortalists - Chloe Benjamin

The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson

Little Fires Everywhere - Celeste Ng

The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley - Malcolm X and Alex Haley

All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes - Maya Angelou

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body - Roxane Gay

Deer Woman: An Anthology - ed. Elizabeth LaPensée and Weshoyot Alvitre

Bloods: Black Veterans of the Vietnam War - Wallace Terry

The Merry Spinster: Tales of Everyday Horror - [Daniel] Mallory Ortberg

It’s All Absolutely Fine: Life Is Complicated So I’ve Drawn It Instead - Ruby Elliot

The Book of Unknown Americans - Cristina Henríquez

Through the Woods - Emily Carroll

The World Only Spins Forward: The Ascent of Angels in America - Isaac Butler and Dan Kois

Tributaries - Laura Da’

On the Bus With Rosa Parks - Rita Dove

Full-Metal Indigiqueer - Joshua Whitehead

Whereas: Poems - Layli Long Soldier

Not Your Villain - C.B. Lee

My Body is a Book of Rules - Elissa Washuta

Mis(h)adra - Iasmin Omar Ata

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages - ed. Saundra Mitchell

This is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare - Gabourey Sidibe

Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo

Harriet the Spy - Louise Fitzhugh

The Lesser Blessed - Richard Van Camp

A Burst of Light: and Other Essays - Audre Lorde

The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. I - Gengoroh Tagame

When You Reach Me - Rebecca Stead

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 1) - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

Honor Girl - Maggie Thrash

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang

Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli

The Summer of Jordi Perez (and the Best Burger in Los Angeles) - Amy Spalding

How to be Black - Baratunde Thurston

Bury What We Cannot Take - Kirstin Chen

No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach - Anthony Bourdain

Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook - Anthony Bourdain

Our Dead Behind Us - Audre Lorde

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 2) - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell: Tales of a 6'4, African American, Heterosexual, Cisgender, Left-Leaning, Asthmatic, Black and Proud Blerd, Mama's Boy, Dad, and Stand-Up Comedian - W. Kamau Bell

There There - Tommy Orange

Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl - Andrea Lawlor

Jonny Appleseed - Joshua Whitehead

Just the Funny Parts: ... And a Few Hard Truths About Sneaking Into the Hollywood Boys’ Club - Nell Scovell

Perma Red - Debra Magpie Earling

Toil and Trouble - Mairghread Scott

Kissing God Goodbye - June Jordan

Wade in the Water - Tracy K. Smith

Reincarnation Blues - Michael Poore

Nepantla: An Anthology [Queer Poets of Color] - ed. Christopher Soto

Not Here: Poems - Hieu Minh Nguyen

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession - Alice Bolin

Trail of Lightning - Rebecca Roanhorse

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl’s Confabulous Memoir - Kai Cheng Thom

Taproot: A Story about a Gardener and a Ghost - Keezy Young

The Witch Boy - Molly Knox Ostertag

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

Don’t Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

Bright Dead Things - Ada Limon

The Poet X - Elizabeth Acevedo

Citizen Illegal - Jose Olivarez

American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin - Terrance Hayes

for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf - Ntozake Shange

The Carrying - Ada Limon

Mercury: An Intimate Biography of Freddie Mercury - Lesley-Ann Jones

Unclaimed Baggage - Jen Doll

A River of Stars - Vanessa Hua

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

Barbie Chang - Victoria Chang

Corazon - Yesika Salgado

Chemistry - Weike Wang

Number One Chinese Restaurant - Lillian Li

Lucy and Linh - Alice Pung

My Favorite Thing is Monsters - Emil Ferris

The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Species - Carlos Magdalena

The Incendiaries - R.O. Kwon

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Dumplin’ - Julie Murphy

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month? - N.K. Jemisin

My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

Unapologetic: a Black, Queer, and Feminist Mandate for Radical Movements - Charlene Carruthers

#books #2018 #year in books #my lists

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Solid Work For Mac

Mac set environment variable for java. Hi all – i tried the above sequence of steps – below output: Michaels-MacBook-Pro: mhasse$ $ vim.bashprofile-bash: $: command not found. Trying to run a Java application on your Mac and need to set your JAVAHOME? Follow the instructions below to quickly and easily do it: Open Terminal Confirm you have JDK by typing “which java”. It should show something like /usr/bin/java. Check you have the needed version of Java, by typing “java -version”. I want to add an environment variable ENVVAR=12345 to my Mac, so that I can import it into a Python module using os.environ'ENVVAR' The most relevant tutorial I have found is this, but it doesn't quite do the trick for me. A lot of others tell you how to temporarily add environment variables to bash, but I don't think this is good enough. Mkyong.com: How to set JAVAHOME variable in Mac OSX. YouTube: How to set environment variables on mac, linux, solaris, rhel. YouTube: How to Set Environment Variables in Mac. I was able to locate the terminal and I think I created some multiple files. I'm getting messages like this. Setting environment variables. For the tcsh shell, the format for setting an environment variable is setenv KEY value. The following is an example which will set the JAVAHOME variable to /Library/Java/Home.

As of 2007 there doesn't appear to be an official Microsoft Access version available for Mac. Parallels works great, but it's not a good solution for programmatic access (and you have to buy Access and Windows to install on your Mac). Alternatives to Microsoft Access on the Mac File Maker Pro. FileMaker is probably the best known database application for the Mac. It has a feature set comparable to Microsoft Access, but with a strong focus on forms (layouts) as the primary way of accessing databases. Knack is the best database software for Mac users by some distance. Knack is everything. Install microsoft access on mac. Microsoft 365 for Mac. Do your best work with Office apps in Microsoft 365—anywhere, anytime, with anyone. For home For business Get Office apps for Mac. Start quickly with the most recent versions of Word, Excel, PowerPoint, Outlook, OneNote and OneDrive —combining the familiarity of Office and the unique Mac features you love. Microsoft access mac free download - Microsoft Virtual PC for Mac 7.0.3 Update, Microsoft Virtual PC for Mac Update, Parallels Desktop for Mac, and many more programs.

Download new versions, service packs, and add-ins for SOLIDWORKS, Simulation, PDM, and Free CAD Tools (eDrawings, Composer Player, SOLIDWORKS Explorer). We are often asked if it is possible to run SOLIDWORKS on a Mac computer - find out in this video. Don't forget to check out our blog here for more informati. Running Parallels on a Mac is really convenient as you can seamlessly switch between Windows and Mac OS when needed. Unfortunately, it really stretches the capabilities of most machines to run both Mac OS and Windows as well as a heavy-duty program like SOLIDWORKS at the same time. โปรแกรม solidworks มีของ mac ไหมคะ. วิศวะ ปี2 ค่ะ กำลังเรียน Autocad เทอมหน้าเรียน solid work แล้วกำลังจะซื้อโน้ตบุ๊คค่ะ เลยอยากมาให้ช่วยแนะนำ.

Solidworks For Macbook

We are often asked if it is possible to run SOLIDWORKS on a Mac computer – the answer is YES you can! Watch our video summary to find out how.

We know quite a few users running SOLIDWORKS successfully on a Mac, and SOLIDWORKS recently updated their system requirements to include virtualisation such as parallels. However, the limit of this support is that although it will install, it may not run well as Macs rarely have supported graphics cards.

We therefore would NOT recommend this setup above a Windows based professional workstation.

Although SOLIDWORKS will run on OS X there are some major considerations to be aware of. SOLIDWORKS cannot run directly on macOS, so first you will need to install Windows on your Mac using an application such as Boot Camp or Parallels. There are other considerations such as graphics performance and the applications you are using SOLIDWORKS for. Watch the video above for a guide to this, alternatively, visit the original Solid Solutions article here.

Other SOLIDWORKS Applications for Mac

SOLIDWORKS do develop several other applications that are available for macOS and iOS. This includes eDrawings Viewer for macOS, as well as eDrawings and eDrawings Professional for iOS. DraftSight is also available for macOS as a beta version.

If you’re currently using SOLIDWORKS and considering a move to Apple hardware, or if you’re currently an Apple user and are considering SOLIDWORKS, we suggest contacting your local reseller (UK and Ireland) to discuss the pros and cons of using SOLIDWORKS on mac OS before making any final decisions.

Learn more about hardware and system requirements. Find your local educational reseller here.

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Run SOLIDWORKS on a Mac - April 16, 2019

This is a fairly long-standing issue we come up against on the Innova Systems technical support desk, and also while talking to prospective customers about SOLIDWORKS. The simple answer is that SOLIDWORKS do not develop an Apple Mac version of the software, so we can’t install SOLIDWORKS natively.

We used to recommend the Bootcamp route, which involves installation of Bootcamp and then Microsoft Windows on the partition Bootcamp creates. The issue here is that if you need to access the Apple Mac Operating System (OS), you would need to shut down windows and boot up the Apple Mac OS, because they cannot be running simultaneously. This allows the full use of the hardware (RAM and graphics card) you have in your Apple Mac for Windows.

The alternative solution that we used to steer people away from is Parallels, a virtual machine software that allows you to run another OS inside the Mac OS (inside a window). The reason for not recommending this is that you are sharing the resource of the machine with two operating systems, thus not necessarily having the required resource to run a demanding program like SOLIDWORKS.

There were also historic problems with not being able to use the graphics card properly which would result in exceptionally slow performance when selecting things. This is due to most Macs not having certified graphics cards for SOLIDWORKS and parallels using a virtual graphics card driver or the default Windows driver. The virtual or generic drivers don’t offer the level of performance needed to run SOLIDWORKS correctly.

Innova Systems Technical Director, Ed Hawkins, explains

We have now installed and configured this on over 20 users’ Apple Mac computers and I have to say the response from these people has been amazing.

I have a mid 2014 MacBook Pro, which I’ve been using as a test bed. The specs are listed below:

You will note that this machine has Intel Iris Graphics (specific to the Mac) and not a certified graphics card for SOLIDWORKS.

So, I installed the latest version of Parallels (version 10) and a fresh copy of Windows 10 into the virtual environment and then set about making SOLIDWORKS work!

It’s pretty easy to get Windows installed, as Parallels guides you through that process very nicely. You can specify how much of the machine’s resource to give to the Windows OS – which is where a high spec Mac will stand you in better stead. It is always a good rule of thumb to assign half the available RAM to the Windows OS, so in my set up, I assigned 4GB of RAM.

The difficult bit is making the “Use Software OpenGL” button inside SOLIDWORKS become accessible. When you first install SOLIDWORKS, this button is ticked and greyed out, so we can’t turn it off. In our opinion, SOLIDWORKS is unusable at this point, as selecting geometry and navigating the software is too slow to be productive.

With a bit of effort, and some registry modifications, I was able to untick the OpenGL box, allowing us to use the graphics card to a much higher potential. The difference in performance was huge, and it allowed me to select and navigate the software much, much faster. One limitation that frustrated me early on was the lack of RealView Graphics (Accurate reflections and appearances), so I set about solving this problem too. I’m happy to report that RealView works perfectly on a properly specced Mac Book Pro!

Of course, this isn’t necessarily a new solution – Parallels has been around for some time, and installing Windows on a Mac for as long. The difference with our solution is that we can make SOLIDWORKS behave as well as a normal windows PC. No more slow selecting or poor rotational speed.

Above is a screenshot of the working set up, albeit in Window mode, not full screen. I have this running at a resolution of 2560 x 1600 in full screen mode and it is functioning very well. Please note: the specification of my Mac, and the resource I can assign to Windows is far from ideal. It would be recommended for people who are creating fairly simple parts with up to 100 features, and assemblies containing up to 500 components. Any more than that, and I think it would struggle.

In summary, the Parallels solution is now recommended by Innova Systems. We are confident of this working well in a production environment, but the spec of the Mac is key to the success. Along with our modifications to the registry in Windows, of course.

Video: See SOLIDWORKS running on Apple Mac

Video: How to run SOLIDWORKS on Apple Mac Computers

Get in touch with us to find out more

Are you based in the UK and interested in running SOLIDWORKS on your Apple Mac? We can demonstrate our configuration to you via a Team Viewer session, or if you prefer and are interested in purchasing SOLIDWORKS we can come out and show you live with some of your data.

Call us on (01223) 200690 or complete this form to organise a consultation

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Editor’s note: This post was originally published in August 2015 and has been updated to feature new information on our process.

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My First and Last

Chapter One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six

characters: NCT Dream x OC Characters

summary: Because of his idol training, Jihoo had to miss school. Luckily there's Jisoo, his twin sister, who can go in his stead. Hence, the crazy idea commenced. What will happen to the shy girl once she enter the exclusive school for boys?

genre : chaptered, romance, slice of life, highschool AU, gender bender AU

chapter word count : 3.3k words

Jisoo woke up in her bed, maybe practicing soccer is a dream. But what should she do for the foundation week? She grabbed her things to get ready for class then stopped when she saw her roommate coming out of the shower with only his pants on, drying his hair with a towel. Jaemin noticing it just stared at her for a while that made her blush, why is he looking at her like that? Hurriedly, she went to the bathroom to shower then realized something off, she’s in her period. Damn, why is this happening to her? This will be really comfortable.

All day, she can’t bear the pain of her stomach. Why must girls experience this type of pain every month? The older girl gave her painkillers and extra napkins to use. “It’s also bad since tomorrow is the sports fest.” she claimed that made the younger nod while clutching her stomach. “It will be really difficult to move tomorrow.” Jisoo just whined in pain, why must she suffer like this in a boys’ school?

The next day was the school fest and unlike those in co-ed schools, it isn’t as festive as Eunbyul expects it to be. Is she out of school for too long? Is this the new fad now? A table was given to her to assist students getting injured. Some of the teachers were telling her their condolences that made her confused. During the second game of baseball, she realized why. Work is tiring, why do students in boys’ school like fighting using their fists? It’s only morning yet she had almost ten patients with broken lips or a bruised eye.

During one of the breaks, Mark handed her a bottle of water while asking her how she is. She just nodded, claiming that it was her job and that she’s fine. “Is Jisoo alright?” he asked, which made the two look at the girl who was awkwardly talking to both Jisung and Chenle.

“It’s her time of the month.” she said quietly that made Mark nod, not asking anything further. Eunbyul chuckled at Mark’s awkward look, “Mark Lee.” she called that made him look at her, “You’re doing a great job as the council president.”

Jaemin just gave a worried look at Jeno as he watched his half-brother talking to the school nurse. He honestly didn’t think that he’s here at the school fest since he hated it ever since they’re freshmen. Maybe he’s here to look at her. “Representatives for the athletic run, go to the starting position.” the coach said and Jaemin tapped Jeno’s shoulder, heading to the starting position. He shook his head seeing the only girl in the academy joining the competition, they’ll probably just make her eat dust.

Instead of a competition, it became a running marathon that annoyed him. Why are they jogging instead of running? “I heard the price for this game is not that great. I don’t know why they wanted us to suffer.” one contestant claimed that made him smirk. Well, there’s no way that he’s competing with these useless guys. He’ll just waste his energy like this. He stayed by the field, hiding in the bushes and maybe taking a nap.

The stillness was disturbed when he heard someone whining in pain then heard something fall down. “Isn’t he the first year? He’s pretty.” he heard one guy say. A pretty first year? “I think his name is Jihoo.” another guy said. Jihoo? His roommate? “Should we take off his shirt? He must be feeling hot.” And although he hated to get involved in something, this is his chance to make his female roommate suffer.

The guys were surprised seeing Jaemin by the bushes. Scared, they all ran away. No one wants to be involved with Jaemin’s agenda. He carried the girl on his back and brought her to the nurse who looked surprised.

She immediately gave the girl water while tapping her cheeks. “Can you help me bring him to the clinic?” she asked and he nodded, doing what she asked. Obviously, she knew that she’s a girl right? She’s the school nurse. “I’ll take care of him. Thank you for…” she started and he looked at her, arms crossed against his chest. “Shouldn’t I perform CPR on him? It will be awkward since you’re a girl and all.” he claimed and was about to walk to the younger’s bed when the older blocked his way. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You know, don’t you?” the guy asked that made Eunbyul stop. “Is that why you’re working here? Aren’t you a coffee shop girl?” The young guy was leaning by the door, still with his arms crossed against his chest and glaring at her. “Does Mark know? Is that why you’re teaming up to protect her?” The guy smirked seeing her surprised reaction. So she did know? And Mark as well?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eunbyul claimed while removing the younger’s shoes to at least cool her up. This is getting her nervous. What if this guy tortures Jisoo because he knew that she’s a girl? Jihoo should go back and save his sister this instant. “Now I know why Jeno is head over heels for you.” he said before leaving the clinic that made her breath heavily. So that’s why he seemed familiar, he’s Jeno’s friend. But what should she do now? Her secret will get discovered like this.

Jisoo was already in the clinic when she woke up. But isn’t she running for the athletic run, why is she here? “Oh, you’re awake.” someone said that made her turn to the owner of the voice, the vice president. Although they belonged to the same school, it seemed like so long since she last saw Renjun. It seems like he’s avoiding her but she isn’t sure. And why would that be the case? “Nurse Lee said that you’ll be fine when you wake up.” he claimed and that’s when she noticed that he’s applying ice packs on his ankle. “Sunbae, are you hurt?” she asked and he smiled, shaking his head while saying that it’s a minor injury.

“It must hurt.” he claimed when she stood up. Jisoo glanced curiously at Renjun, what is he talking about? She followed his gaze on the bed sheet with a blood stain on it. Oh God, no! “My mom would always complain about the pain every month.” he said casually, not looking at her. He knew? How did he find out? Is it pretty obvious? Does someone else know? “I heard you and Haechan talking. I’m sorry, Jihoo.” he confessed then shook his head. “I won’t tell anyone. I’m really sorry.”

So all this time he knew? Is that why he’s avoiding them? And why is he the one saying sorry when it was her fault? “I’m sorry, vice president. I’m not deceiving you or anything, I just need to do this for my brother.” Renjun is a great listener when she told the story of Jihoo. He didn’t show any reaction or even expression that makes everything weirder and she appreciated him for that. “Then, what’s your name?” Renjun asked while lightly glancing at her. “Park Jisoo.” she answered and he nodded, smiling at her. “I hope your brother comes back so you’ll get out of this hell hole.” he said sincerely that made her smile. Renjun isn’t so bad after all.

Mark was annoyed that the students aren’t showing enthusiasm in the activities. Will their school be like this until the end? “Shouldn’t we make the prizes grander?” Renjun suggested, studying the score sheet that the president had given him. “Maybe a trip?” But Mark refuted that they can’t really afford that. “Or a weekend outside the campus?” he claimed that made the older look at him. “Our school should also be lenient on dating and stuff, what’s wrong with dating outside the campus?” Renjun shook his head when the older nodded at the suggestion. “I know that you’ll like dating outside on a weekend.” he teased.

Well Mark hasn't thought of that. He’s in his last year of prep school and approaching university next year so he must study hard for SATs. Does he even have the time to date? “Mark hyung, are we still continuing the Beauty Pageant?” The vice president asked, making the older look at him in surprise, is he against this competition? “Can we skip it this year?” But it was the only event that made the students excited. “I’m scared of what might happen.” The older man can't deny that Renjun is indeed smart but did he find out about Jisoo? “I know you know, hyung. We’ll be in trouble if Jisoo got found out.”

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“So Huang Renjun knows?” Eunbyul asked when she went out with Jisoo to buy some things needed in the clinic. The students didn’t question when she asked her to be excused in the games but she knew that someone would make up a story about them. Well, it’s fine. They’re practically family anyways. Jisoo nodded, sighing while taking a sip of her iced latte. Should she tell her that another person knows her secret? “Jisoo, you know Lee Jeno right?” the older asked, which made the younger nod, smiling at her. “Unnie, how did you know about Jeno? You seemed close. Did you tutor him as well as Mark oppa?”

Eunbyul shook her head, why would she think of that? So instead of lying to her, she shared what happened before when she housed Jeno in her coffee shop and took care of him since he’s in pain. Jisoo just nodded, letting the story sink in. If it isn’t Jeno then she might have been rooting for her unnie’s love life. But seriously? Lee Jeno? She’s too good for him. “Do you know his friend? The guy he’s tagging with all the time?” Jisoo nodded. She knew him too well and lately that guy had been annoying her. “He’s my roommate, unnie.” Damn it, Eunbyul thought, she’ll get scared if she tells her the truth. “Wae? Do you like him?” And the older one just laughed, shaking her head.

Buying the things for the clinic didn’t take time but Eunbyul had missed shopping with Jisoo and apparently, she also missed being a girl. A certain pink dress caught the younger’s attention, claiming that it was really cute and that she wanted to wear something like that again. “Are you really joining the pageant?” Eunbyul asked but Jisoo shook her head, explaining that both Haechan and Renjun didn't want her to join. “You should. I’ll buy you the dress.” she claimed that made the younger surprised. Why is she suddenly agreeing to this?

A teachers’ meeting was held for the pageant and Eunbyul thought that this is a rather large event for students who don't really care. A representative of the school council was also with them, Huang Renjun. Now, she doesn’t know how to react with the said guy knowing that he knows about their secret. “There should be a group to perform before announcing the results.” One teacher suggested that the other teachers nod. “But Mark and Haechan are the only members left from the original boy group.” That information surprised Eunbyul, Haechan is in a boy group? So that’s why Mark had been telling her that her brother likes singing.

“Mark hyung can perform but Haechan can’t.” Renjun stated that made everyone look at him. “Haechan is participating in the pageant.” Another surprising revelation. Her brother is joining? “So Nurse Eunbyul cannot be the judge in the pageant.” he claimed with a smile at her way and she just nodded, that’s fair enough. “Then she can be in charge of the intermission performance.” one older teacher suggested and she pouted, how can she do that? The only students she knew in this school are Mark, Haechan, and Jisoo and they’re unavailable. How can she make a boy group in just two days?

“Why did you accept the job?” Mark asked that made her annoyed. Why is he angry at her? “The teachers gave up on that group ever since the hyungs graduated.” he stated that made Renjun nod. Haechan sighed, he shouldn’t have joined the pageant? Why is he the chosen representative of third years anyways? If only her oppa is here, Jisoo thought, then her unnie can’t have any problems. “Unnie.” Jisoo called and Haechan lightly glanced at Jisoo then at Renjun who didn’t seem fazed by it. Does he know already? “Chenle said that he used to perform in China and he met Jisung there.” she stated that made them all look at her. “I’ll ask for their help.”

There’s two people already, maybe she can utilize it for a boy group already but Mark had to burst her bubble and claim that it’s not a boy group if it’s less than five members. Renjun volunteered to join that surprised Haechan, he doesn’t really like to be in a spotlight. “We just need two additional members.” the vice president claimed making the older sigh. Where can she get two additional members when she doesn’t know anyone in this school?

The question was answered when she saw someone coming out from the cafeteria while drinking soda. There’s also two people she knew from this school, she realized. “Lee Jeno.” she called and he stopped, did she just call him? The girl smiled and he hated his heart for beating so loud. Jaemin was right, why is he so lovesick on this girl? “I need your help.” she said in a small voice and he cocked his head to the side. His help? No one needed his help before.

“So you wanted me and Jaemin to join a boy group?” he asked, which made her nod enthusiastically, feeling hopeful. The younger guy just shook his head, smirking at her. “First of all, Jaemin wouldn’t join that. Second, why don’t you ask help from Mark?” The way he said those words seemed so bitter that she questioned herself if it was best to ask help from him. She pouted, sighing hard. She honestly looked so tired, so hopeless at this point. Seriously, she’s older yet she seemed like a kid. How can he not be lovesick? “If I force Jaemin to join, will you do me something in return?” he asked and she nodded. The guy took out his phone and handed it to her, asking her to put her number which she did. Jeno just left smiling to himself. What now? Will they join or not?

When Jaemin went back to the dorm after hanging out with Jeno, he was conflicted on whether he would join the group his friend wanted him to join. Seriously, all this for a girl? Jeno must be really out of his mind. “I was amazed by Renjun hyung’s voice.” he heard someone say from where his roommate’s bed is. He might have a visitor. Why is he back early anyways? “He hit those notes effortlessly.” They must be talking about the boy group. Is his roommate joining as well? Then it might be a co-ed group. “Too bad you can’t join.” another voice said that made Jaemin curious. Why isn’t he joining? “But you have to do well for the pageant, you’ll win for sure.” What the hell is this kid thinking joining the pageant? Does she really want to get discovered? But then, he shouldn’t care about it. It’s not his problem anyways.

It was almost late when the visitors left and he found out that it was her best buds, Chenle and Jisung. Do they know her secret as well? Then maybe it isn’t much of a secret anymore. Instead of pondering over it, he started logging on to the game he had been doing with Jeno lately. But his friend isn’t online, it’s just midnight, is he busy? He stayed up a little bit to wait for his friend to log on the game but it’s already 3 am and Jeno isn’t showing signs of showing up to play that he gave up and headed to sleep.

It seemed like he didn’t sleep too much when he heard the shower running, what time is it? Isn’t it too early? Jaemin stood up to check his phone on the table, it’s only seven am. It’s still early since there’s no classes. When he turned to get back to bed, his roommate was already there fresh from shower. She was already fully clothed to casual clothes and wiping his wet hair. “Oh sunbae, did I wake you up? Mian.” she said and that’s when he realized that he’s staying in a room with a girl. A lot of things can happen with him and her in one room, isn’t she nervous? He’s still a guy and he can do lots of things.

Jaemin inched closer that made Jisoo step back, “Sunbae?” she called but he remained walking to where she is until she felt the door of the bathroom by her back. What is this guy doing? “Na Jaemin!” someone called as the door to their room opened. Jeno was standing by the doorway, an eyebrow raised at how close the two were. Jaemin opened the bathroom door that made Jisoo almost fall if not for his hold on her waist. “Why are you so nervous?” he asked then smirked, going inside the bathroom.

Jisoo had to sigh heavily to prevent her heart from beating so fast, clutching her chest as if it’s in pain. “Are you gay?” Jeno asked while sitting on his friend’s bed. Surprised, Jisoo shook her head dismissively. Why did she forget that there’s another person in the room? She was about to head to her own bed when Jeno stopped her, “You’re close with the school nurse, aren’t you?” he asked and she nodded. Why is he asking that? “Is she really married?” his only question that made her want to laugh that instant. Her unnie wouldn’t get married like that, she was honestly surprised on why she said that lie in the first place. But why is Lee Jeno curious? She only nodded that made the guy sigh heavily, nodding as well.

She doesn’t have anything to do that day and just decided to get a bath early. Maybe she’ll just finish some assignment meant for next week or study. Then she can watch Jisung and Chenle practice then have lunch with them. She heard a door opened followed by Jaemin asking why Jeno is still in their room. “Na Jaemin, will I get in prison for having an affair with a married lady?” Jeno asked that made Jisoo surprised, what is that question? Is he serious? Her roommate just laughed, “You’re really hung up with this girl, aren’t you?” Is Jeno talking about Eunbyul? Does he really like her? “Come on. You’re going to kill me if you didn’t get the girl of your dreams.”

Chenle was pacing back and forth in the room that was prepared as their dance studio. “Nurse Lee, are they really coming?” Jisung asked while warming up for their choreography practice. Honestly, she isn’t sure but why would Jeno call her three times last night if he doesn’t want to join? “Let’s just practice first then maybe they can join later.” Renjun suggested playing the music they’re going to perform, No.1 by Boa. It isn’t really a hard song yet Jisung modified some of the choreography to help Renjun and Chenle while singing. Besides, they want to show off their charms as a man so a change of choreography is what they really need. The door opened in the middle of the three dancing that surprised Renjun, why are they here? Eunbyul just smiled welcoming the two boys and Chenle grinned, “Welcome to our boy group.”

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