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[cheolhub]

THE MORNING — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. mingyu knows you have a lot to do the day before the wedding, but he won’t let you leave without giving him his favorite meal for breakfast

wc. 2.2k

warnings. marriage kink (ik…), oral (f. receiving), gyu is a needy baby, a bit of teasing, praise — MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok hello, i know i said i was on hiatus, but i’ve decided im not anymore bc i need to be able escape from reality so enjoy ANOTHER fic w my newfound marriage kink. will likely write a pt. 2 (post-wedding) if u guys like this :D

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

mingyu hates waking up alone. he has since he met you all those years ago, so today, when he wakes up cold just to see your spot empty, he’s grumpy to say the least. 

he leaves the bed to look for you, eyes tired as he’s muttering to himself about how you do this even though you know he hates it. when he finds your sleepy figure in the kitchen buttering a slice of toast in nothing but his oversized shirt and your socks, he immediately pouts.

“g’morning baby,” you smile at his eyes that are barely open and his disheveled head of hair, setting down the butter knife. “why’re you pouting?” 

he huffs, arms crossing at his chest, mumbling out, “you know why. i hate waking up cold.” 

you coo at how cute he was being. “‘m sorry, gyu— but we’re getting married tomorrow, i had to get up early to meet with the caterers and i’m gonna be late if i don’t start getting ready soon.” 

he sighs, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from the back. his face digs into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. “make it up to me.”

you hum, relaxing into his touch. “baby, don’t start… i’m gonna be late— you were the one who wanted a perfect wedding.”

“don’t care about the wedding…” he says in between kisses— ones that were starting to escalate as his teeth scraped against your sensitive spot. “just want you.”

you smile at his words because you know they’re not true. mingyu has been gushing about giving you the most extravagant wedding since you said yes to his even more extravagant proposal. 

“‘n you’ll have me tomorrow night. forever.” you emphasize and he groans, pushing his growing bulge into you. “but right now, i need to start getting ready, i have to meet them in 45 minutes.”

he whines, needily rutting into you, sucking at your skin harsher with every passing second. “baby, you can’t just say shit like that and then leave.”

you tease with a giggle, “what? saying things like i’ll be yours forever?” 

“yes! don’t say things like that if you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you while you choke on toast!” he whines out and you can’t help but laugh loudly, turning in his grip to face him. 

he’s giving you the biggest doe eyes and, usually, they’d work on you because there is something so irresistible about your soon-to-be husband, but right now, you’re adamant on making sure tomorrow's wedding runs smoothly. so he’s just going to have to wait. 

“okay, baby,” you start, a cheeky smile on your lips “i’m sorry. i won’t say anything like that ever again.”

“noooo!” he cries, shaking your body with his big hands. “i like when you say stuff like that, just don’t say stuff like that right now. you’re practically edging me.”

your fiance is so easy.

you coo, pecking his pouty lips, “okay, i’ll keep that in mind.” you say. “‘m gonna go get ready, you can have a slice of toast if you want.” you offer, wiggling out of his tight grip.

he scoffs at the proposal, deterring you from leaving and lifting you by the waist, sitting you on the empty space on the kitchen island. your surprised gasp makes him groan and he’s praying you’ll let him hear your other pretty noises before you leave him for the day. 

his lips ghost over yours, “would rather have something else for breakfast.” he mumbles against them before getting on his knees in front of you. “pretty baby, at least lemme taste you, please?”

he’s so pretty with his shaggy hair and his tired eyes and you never realized how much he resembles an actual puppy dog before now. you can’t help but admire the beauty that is your forever lover. 

you bite your lip at his plea, the offer being almost too good to deny. you weigh your decisions, eyes shooting to the clock across the kitchen. 8:17 a.m. if you wanted to be out and on time, you’d need to leave within the next 30 minutes– that isn’t nearly enough time, but the way he’s peering up at you and looking so fucking fine while he’s on his knees all for you… it’s too tempting. 

“gyu…” you trail off as his arms take a hold of your legs and his face nuzzles into the insides of your plush thighs. he presses soft, gentle kisses to the skin. 

“mmm, baby, please,” he mumbles, moaning as his face is almost directly in front of your clothed cunt. “i’ll be so quick, gonna make you cum ‘n you can go. you’ll let me, won’t you?” his breath fans against your core where arousal is now gathering and soaking through the cotton fabric. 

temptation is a bitch, you rule.

he’s rendered you breathless and he’s barely touched you. you’re experiencing another moment that proves no matter how much of a bitch mingyu is for you, you’re just as desperate for him. two people that are a mess at the hands of one another– a match made in heaven. 

“fuck, gyu,” you pant, eyes shooting up at the clock. 8:18 a.m. your eyes fall back to him and you decide, fuck it. “5 minutes or else i’ll finish myself off in the shower.” you offer the empty threat as if he couldn’t make you cum in a mere 30 seconds if he really wanted to.

he smiles, “whatever my pretty wife wants…” he whispers, noticing the way you twitch at the words. a soft chuckle slips past his lips and he looks up to you again. “oh, so you like when i say that just as much as i do, don’t you?”

of course you do. who wouldn’t get turned on by the idea of being kim mingyu’s pretty wife? 

you roll your eyes in an attempt to hide the fact that his words don’t have a great affect you, gruffly saying, “not your wife yet and you’ve got 4 minutes and 30 seconds, baby.” you lace your fingers through his long, raven hair and push him into your heat. “get to work.”

he moans, taking in your scent, nose pressing into your covered clit as his tongue darts out to taste you, further soaking the cotton fabric with his saliva. you’re almost certain he’s going to eat you out through your panties, but he proves you wrong by taking them off in the blink of an eye.

he untangles his arms from your legs before rolling them down your legs and leaving them bunched up on the ground next to him. before you know it, he’s diving back in like a starved man, arms coming back to their original position and pulling you even closer to his mouth. 

he starts by letting his tongue lap you up from your drooling hole to your hardened clit and he whines. you look down, breathless with your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and you completely take him in– how his tongue eagerly laps at your pussy with the most pleasured look on his face. 

no matter how many times he eats you out, it proves to never be enough. every time he gets a taste, it’s like the first time and he falls in love with you all over again. truth be told, mingyu is addicted to you and would happily die with his head in between your thighs. 

your eyes flicker up to the clock while mingyu opens his eyes to look at you. 8:20 a.m. 

he grunts unhappily, “look at me.” he mumbles into you, sending shivers up your spine. when your eyes meet his, he wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue at the bud. he relishes in the way you moan out his name, arching your back and gripping the end of the kitchen counter. 

“you’re so good, baby– fuck, you always eat me out so fucking well,” you moan the praise breathily, eyes fluttering closed. your head falls back in pleasure and mingyu’s ego inflates, cock twitching at the praise. 

he alternates between digging his tongue in your pussy, sucking up your honeyed arousal while his nose toys with your clit and having his mouth and tongue play with your clit. he’s moaning and whining, mumbling about how good you taste and how much he loves your pussy all the while devouring you whole. 

you’re a mess, not even bothered to check the clock anymore as you feel all the vibrations and action provided by his tongue nearly hurtle you over the edge. tears gather up at your lashline as you whine and whine, his name and his tongue being the only things you can think about right now. 

you’re almost embarrassed to be this close this quick, but then you remember it’s mingyu. mingyu who could make you cum by playing with your tits for too long. mingyu who could get you soaking his thigh in a matter of minutes. mingyu who knows just how to please you in any way possible.

“gyu! baby, oh, my god.” you sob, one of your hands moving back to tug at his silky hair. “‘m so fucking close.”

he lets out a guttural moan as he feels his own body heat up with pure desire. he wishes you had nowhere to go after this so he could sink you onto his cock and fuck you all day– make you cry for him, cum for him, beg for more of him till you’re both a mess and at a loss for words. he plans on doing so as soon as the wedding is over, though. he’s not going to let you do anything other than take his dick like a good wife as soon as you say ‘i do.’ 

he’s lost in your cunt, moaning with his eyes closed and brows furrowed as if he’s eating the best meal of his life. your joint moans and whines are bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, surely filling your entire home with lewd sounds. 

“cum all over me, baby, fuckin’ cum for me. you can do it.” he coaxes through moans, though it comes muffled with his tongue shoved in your pussy. he sounds like a broken record, begging you to let go over and over. “my pretty fuckin’ wife, do it for me, baby.”

the title and vibration of his words send you right over the edge. the rubber band in the fiery pit of your stomach finally snapping as you cry out his name prettily, body shaking uncontrollably. your hand tug on his locks, holding him in place while you grind against his face to ride out your orgasm. 

he’s a mess at the sight unfolding in front of him. you look so fucking desprate and it’s getting him close to cumming untouched, but he holds it in hopes you’ll change your mind– be an inconvenience so he can fill you up, fuck you full, and do it all again. he so badly wants you to call the caterers and push back the time so he can have you all to himself. 

you finally come down from your high, eyes glazed over, pussy still aching with need. said eyes find the clock and read the time. 8:24 a.m.

he parts from you after licking you clean, standing up to his full height and towers over you. his eyes are full of lust. hunger and desire. there’s a thin layer of sheen covering his mouth and chin left over from the arousal that still seems to be seeping from your hole.

“six minutes.” you pant cheekily, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “you promised five.” 

he smirks and, god damn, does he look fucking sexy with his disheveled hair and swollen pink lips. “i didn’t promise anything, baby.” he murmurs, hands finding your hips and standing in between your legs. “i can promise to fuck you so so good if you push back your appointment… just by an hour.”

you huff, pussy clenching around nothing because you know his words are very much true. “gyu… need i remind you, we get married tomorrow.”

“i know, and everything is gonna be perfect, baby. stop worrying so much.” he tells you softly. “as long as you’re there… as long as you say ‘i do’ before the end of the night… i don’t give a damn. don’t even need to wear a dress. just you… i could marry you like this.”

this fucking sweet talker. 

you blush, hiding your smile by chewing on the bottom of your lip, but you fail in doing so as your cheekbones shoot high up and your eyes crinkle. “you’re just saying that so you can fuck me.” 

“yeah, but it’s true.” he leans in, lips ghosting over yours again. 

“you’re gonna wanna fuck me in that dress tomorrow,” you tell him breathily, heart melting at the man he is. 

“i didn’t doubt that, pretty girl.” he whispers. “so, do you wanna fuck now?”

you smile, “i do.”

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[buckybuckyboo]

Homecoming

Summery: Bucky, your boyfriend is coming home from a long mission with his boyfriend Steve. You decide you want Steve to join both of you.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Unprotected sex, oral (M & F receiving) Threesome,

A/N: I do not give permission for my fics to be posted on other sites, copied or translated. All mistakes are my own. Feedback is always welcome. Likes and re-blogs are appreciated  

Word count: 1,782

The boys were coming home and you were so excited! You tidied the apartment and waited for Bucky. Bucky and Steve had been away on this mission for 3 months, 3 MONTHS!! Anyone looking from the outside in would be very confused about your relationship. Steve and Bucky were together, and you and Bucky were together. But you couldn't be happier, you love Bucky deeply and you loved how open you both were with each other. Wanda had texted you, letting you know they were back at the tower and you asked her to let you know when they had left so that you could prepare for their homecoming. You waited patiently for them to walk through the door. You hear both of them laughing down the hallway and your heart skips a beat. You could almost burst with excitement!

You see Steve swing the door open and Bucky behind him "Welcome home guys!!" Bucky runs to you, scooping you up in his arms, and hugging you tight. "Are you both okay? Any injuries?"

"Just a couple of cuts and bruises, we're okay"

"Good!"

Moving over to Steve giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug "I ordered your favorites, it should be delivered in a few minutes"

"Thank you Y/N we are starving!"

"You're welcome, Steve. I'm just glad to have you both home safe and sound"

Bucky grabs you again wrapping his arms around you "I missed you, baby"

"I missed you too Bucky, it's very quiet without you around" You laugh.

Bucky just can't seem to keep his hands off you and you're not complaining but Steve is sitting on the couch all alone but then you get distracted by a knock on the door.

"That's the food! Do you wanna go sit Bucky?"

"Sure, thanks baby"

"You're welcome babe"

Grabbing the food and bringing it to the little coffee table where the guys have made themselves comfy on the couch. After they have had enough to eat, you all curl up on the couch. Bucky is in the middle of you and Steve. You had yourself wrapped around Bucky's arm and you weren't letting go anytime soon. The only thing you were focused on was his fingers rubbing on your thigh. Missing his touch the whole time he was gone but you didn't want to seem too eager and you didn't want to just take him from Steve. Bucky leans over to you kissing you passionately, oh you missed those lips so much. Steve stands "I'm gonna give you guys some privacy" Pulling away from Bucky like something has taken over your body "Please stay". Steve stands there looking at both of you.

Bucky breaks the silence "You want Steve to stay sweetheart?"

"I- I want him to stay.... and join us"

Both Bucky and Steve looked surprised, did they never think like this? It's almost every man's dream to have a threesome right? "What do you say, Steve? Wanna join us?" Steve sits back down on the couch beside Bucky "Are you sure Buck? She's your girl"

"I'm sure Steve if this is what she wants, I have no problem with it. I get to be with both the people I love" He leans over kissing Steve, then he turns his attention to you "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Steve I'm sure" Looking at Bucky who gives you a soft sweet smile then back to Steve. Leaning over and pressing your lips softly to Steve's. Your hands move up into his hair, pulling him closer and kissing him more passionately. Bucky picks you up and moves you in between him and Steve, laying you on your back on the couch. Reaching out for Steve, he leans down kissing you again as Bucky kisses along your stomach and pulls your sweatpants off. His kisses trail down your stomach and over your clothed pussy. Steve slips his hand under your shirt massaging your tits, pulling your bra down so he can play with your nipple.

Bucky slips off your panties, kissing along your inner thighs. You don't know where to keep your focus until Bucky slowly drags his tongue through your folds, your hips rolling against his mouth. Placing his hands on your hips, he holds you in place as he keeps lapping at your core "Mmm I kissed this pussy so much, it's like I've been starved for days and now I finally get to have a full meal. No offense Steve". Steve just smiles down at him as he removes your shirt and bra. He kisses along your skin, taking his time with each nipple then making his way back up to your mouth. Filling Steve's mouth with moans as Bucky sucks on your clit. Your hand moves to undo Steve's belt and jeans, reaching in and wrapping your hand around his leaking, aching cock. His breath hitched in his throat as you spread the pre cum around his tip.

"Can I taste you, Steve? Please?"

"Yes baby, yes you can" His voice was low and shaky. He leans down once more kissing you. Freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking him a few times before gently licking the tip of his cock, then taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucking gently while moaning.

You take his cock as far as you can into your mouth and slowly suck on him, trying to tease him while moving your hips against Bucky's mouth. You never thought hearing Steve moan would make you even wetter "Oh fuck! Bucky I'm gonna cum please don't stop! Feels so fucking good!" Steve leans back down taking your nipple into his mouth again, adding to the pleasure. Your orgasm quickly washes over you, holding a firm grip on Bucky's hair as he never stops till your body is shaking. As you come down from your high you can still feel Bucky between your legs, gently sucking on your clit and leaving wet kisses on your thighs and stomach. He smiles up at Steve pulling him closer and kissing him passionately, this sight made you want them both even more.

"How does she taste Steve?"

"Better than I could ever imagine Buck" You giggle up at the two of them. Bucky looks down at you and smiles "Oh we are not finished yet with you princess" He stands taking his jeans and boxers off and sitting back on the couch. "Turn your back to me and sit on my lap princess" Nodding you do as you are told then slowly sink down on his cock, both of you moaning. You missed so much how his cock felt inside you, stretching your walls. Steve is looking at both of you and stroking himself as he watches. Your pussy is on full display for him with Bucky's cock in it as he fucks you from below. Steve kneels in front of you taking your clit into his mouth and gently sucking as Bucky fucks.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good"

Your hand rests on the back of Steve's head, Bucky whispering in your ear "That's it, baby girl. You're our good girl, right? Taking my cock so well like always baby. God, I missed you so much!" Bucky's thrusts become harder, your pussy clenching down on his cock as you cum again with a loud moan. Bucky's cock slipped out of your pussy letting Steve lap up all your sweet juices, he can't help but moan at the taste. He loved tasting you off Buck's tongue but tasting you for himself is much different. You rest back against Bucky as you come down from your high once again but then, Bucky starts moaning in your ear. Looking down, you see Steve sucking on Bucky's cock "Wow Bucky, she tastes amazing off your tongue but even better off your cock. Come on sweetheart, milk his cock for me" He slips Bucky's cock back into your pussy and leans up kissing you.

Bucky buries his cock deep inside you "I'm gonna fill you up, baby girl. Have you missed being full of me huh?"

"Yes Buck, please fill me up and maybe when you're done, Steve can fill me up some more?"

"Fuck yes baby girl" He moans at the thought of him and Steve's seed mixing inside you. His movements become sloppy as he fucks you. "Oh fuck baby! I'm gonn- gonna cum FUCK!!" he stills inside you, and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. His seed coating your walls. As his cock slips out of your pussy, Steve is there to catch what is left on his cock, moaning as he sucks the cum off Buck's cock. Bucky kisses along your shoulder and up along your neck. "Steve, come here, please fill me?"

He leans over you and Bucky and kisses you softly as he pushes his cock inside and wraps your legs around his waist. Leaning your head back on Bucky's chest while you moan, catching a glimpse of Steve and Bucky kissing as Steve starts to move faster and harder. "I'm gonna cum Y/N, you're so fucking tight. God, you feel so good"

"Yes Steve, please fill me up. I wanna be yours and Bucky's girl. Please cum inside me"

Bucky's hand moves down your body, his fingertips finding your clit and massaging in little circles making you cum. Your pussy clenching around Steve's cock making him spill his seed inside you "Oh fuck!" Steve moans while rutting against you.

The three of you lay on the couch together cuddling and kissing, enjoying the little bubble you are all in. You don't remember falling asleep but when you woke up you were in bed laying on Bucky's chest. You lay your hand out behind you expecting Steve to be behind you but he wasn't there. Bucky felt you move and woke up "Good morning sweetheart" "Good morning Bucky, where is Steve?"

"He slept in his bed"

Why would Steve sleep in his bed and not with you and Bucky?

"Did I upset him?

"Of course not baby, maybe he just wanted some rest after the mission and the welcome home" Bucky smiled as he leaned in kissing you. Then you heard some noise in the kitchen "I'll be right back baby, just getting a drink"

Leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. "Steve?"

He jumps dropping his cup on the counter top "Oh hey Y/N um I was just going for a run, I'll see you later"

He hurries out the door. Bucky walks up behind you "Everything okay?"

"Buck, Steve is acting weird. I did something wrong I know I did"

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Part 2

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #sabastian stan #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky smut #beefy bucky #bucky barnes x female reader #stucky #steve x bucky x reader #stucky x reader

[mrs-b-heelshire]

Brahms Heelshire X reader p.5

❤︎ This post is 18+ minors do not interact please ^.^

❤︎ This fic is F/M

❤︎ part five

❤︎ part four here

You look down at him "Brahms what are you doing" his grip on your hips is tight "more" his words are breathless, almost desperate "more?" you know what he means but part of you wants him to say it "touch me...please" you look at him, the way he is looking at you, the way he is holding you so tight "okay" his eyes widen, like he can't believe you said yes, you place your hands on the exposed skin near his collar bones, he is warm, very warm, you run your hands up to his shoulders and start to move his cardigan, he picks up on what you are doing and sits up slightly allowing the cardigan to fall from his shoulders, you smile when you see he is wearing suspenders, you hook two fingers under both of the straps, sliding them down to the clasps, you carefully undo the clasps and move them aside, you look up at him, his eyes are tracking your every movement, wanting more, needing more, you pull on his shirt so it slowly untucks from his trousers, you run your fingers down his happy trail, smiling, you never thought you'd like a hairy guy but it suits Brahms, it suits him very well, you lift his shirt a little higher and admire him, he has kept himself in shape that's for sure "off?" you look at him "what was that?" he motions to his shirt "off?" you smile softly, he is so adorable, you nod softly and he leans towards you, you remove his cardigan, you run your hands up his arms slowly, taking in everything, you move your hands to his sides, as you get the bottom of his shirt your heart starts to race, as you start to remove his shirt you can feel his body trembling, you don't know why but the way he is reacting to you is making you feel giddy, you slide his shirt over his head you are in awe of him, all you can do is stare, he is defined, you trace around his abs, you can feel his stare, he has not stopped watching you since you removed his top, you look at him and smile "what's going through that mind of yours" he takes the hem of your top between his thumb and finger "off" you look at him stunned "w...what" he tugs on it softly "please" you nod slowly, he slips your shirt off and throws it to the floor, you watch as his eyes roam your body, he places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you down so you a mere inches away from him "close your eyes" you look at him confused "huh" he lets you sit up slightly "close your eyes" you are still confused but you do as he says, you close your eyes, you aren't sure what he is planning but you become nervous, you feel his hand find its place on the back of your neck, the other is on the small of your back, he pulls you close and that's when you feel it, his lips on yours, his actual lips, no mask, just him, he is being so gentle, he's nervous, afraid you will pull away but you don't, you lean into the kiss, placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself, you feel like you are floating, you have never felt like this, you run your hand up his chest and neck, before your hand can reach his face you feel him pull away "don't" you sit up but keep your eyes shut "Brahms? why?" its silent for a moment "you'll leave" you shake your head, not knowing if he is actually looking at you "no Brahms, i wont leave, i promise" you wait for his reply, expecting more of a fight, you feel his hand take yours, you feel him place your hand on his cheek "can i open my eyes Brahms" you feel him nod, you open your eyes, hes stunning, you cup his face and smile "Brahms you are so handsome" you kiss him softly, he starts to kiss you more intensely, you wrap your arms around his neck, you feel his hands grab your waist and before you can react, he picks you up "Brahms?" he looks up at you, panting slightly "i need you"

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[myprincejinnie]

bts tumblr fic recs!!

-separated by member and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); i really like hybrid, a/b/o, and soulmate aus so lots of those !! i go to tumblr after finishing my manhwas and when i get tired of trying to find fics on ao3, so i prob have more on the ao3 list. find other group and fandom lists here. >>the mentioned ao3 list<<

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

OT7 (poly w all or just some)

___soulmate au___

love poem by minniepetals (OT7)📕

Summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives. >> Warnings & Tags: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths, fluff, angst, soulmates au, poly, gods au, god of knowledge namjoon, god of stars seokjin, god of music yoongi, god of sun hoseok, god of spring jimin, god of ocean taehyung, and god of hearth jungkook. Notes: SO CUTE !!

baby (you complete us) by purpleyoonn (OT7)📚🔃🔞

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing. >> Warnings & Tags: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, idol bts x disabled mc, and mentions of disability Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. will end up having smut !!!

FRUITS, DAISIES AND A SPRINKLE OF LOVE by imnotlauriane (OT7)📚🔃

Summary: A soul's bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands... Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any. >> Warnings & Tags: bts x reader, soulmate au, m/f, multi, rated m, mentions of abuse, and there will at times be gruesome details of bullying shown in the form of flashbacks and dreams.

___a/b/o au___

Lone Wolf by sopebubbles (OT7, SOPE FOCUSED)📚🔃

Summary: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life. >> Warnings & Tags: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA, a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, poly ot7 x reader, sope focused, and hurt/comfort. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. might end up having smut !!!

Snow Angel by daichiduskdrop (OT7) 📚🔃(🔞?)

Summary: After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her. >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o, strangers to lovers, and fluff Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. might end up having smut !!! the following chapter is listed at the end of each chapter, the mlist isn't being updated at the moment.

Best of Us by bts-trash-blog (RAP LINE x READER)📚🔃🔞

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn’t help but end up falling. >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o, rap line x chubby omega reader, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, SMUT, angst, and possessive behavior. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. the next chapter is listed at the beginning of each chapter.

Before I Leave You by hollyhomburg 📚🔃🔞

Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit). >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o au, mafia au, poly, SMUT, heat, praise kink, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, gluttonous fluff, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, unreliable narrators, gender dysphoria, transgender characters, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, epilepsy, slowish-burn, beta yoongi, omega reader, omega jungkook, omega seokjin, alpha namjoon, alpha hoseok, alpha taehyung, and alpha jimin. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part.

___fantasy au (werewolf/vampire/etc.)___

Right Here, Right Now by hobidreams (RAP LINE x READER) 🔞📕

Summary: what if little red wants to get eaten by the big bad wolves? >> Warnings & Tags: werewolf au, college au, SMUT, pwp, humor, they’re still kinda sweet, not actually a fairytale au Notes: filthy and hot, but oh so good.

___hybrid au___

heartbeat by minniepetals (OT7)📕

Summary: running away from your master is never easy so you deem yourself this will be the last time if you are fatefully brought back to his hold again. so what happens when you stumble upon seven men who says they won’t bring you back? what happens when they promise you their love and care instead? >> Warnings & Tags: mentions of abuse, running away from an abusive household, hybrid cruelty, hurt and comfort, angst, fluff, hybrid reader, and rich bts. Notes: this is so cute, gentle, and heartwarming ugh SO SO GOOD.

core pride by pasteljeon (OT7)📕🔞

Summary: ot7 where you’re rich and lonely so you adopt 7 hybrids. chaos ensues. >> Warnings & Tags: brief description of assault/violence, panty sniffing, sub jimin, sub jungkook, ur once again the meat in the jikook sammich, bathtub sex, lotta angst, some fluff, hybrid au, wolf namjoon, tuxedo cat yoongi, golden retriever hoseok, tiger taehyung, calico cat jimin, bunny jungkook, and honey bear jin.

Dance To This by hollyhomburg (JIN x JOON x READER)📕(🔞?)

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: eventual polyamory, blindness, service hybrid au, non-explicit sex, non-physical intimacy, mentions of anxiety and depression, hybrid jin, hybrid joonie, blind reader. Notes: idk if part 2 is going to come out so ...

Wait, Little Rabbit! by bangtanflirt 📚✅️🔞

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker. >> Warnings & Tags: bruises and a cut, joon is prejudiced against prey hybrids(at the beginning), fear, loss of consciousness, mentions of abandonment and minor character dying of old age, mentions of bullying, SMUT, hybrid au, bunny hybrid reader x human seokjin x dog hybrids jimin and hoseok x cat hybrid yoongi x wolf hybrids namjoon, taehyung, and jungkook. Notes: read the warnings on each individual part. the next chapter is listed at the beginning of each chapter.

___other (idk)___

The Little Things by xxdaengx 📕

Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back. >> Warnings & Tags: fluffy, romance, polyamory, recovery au, idol bts, sfw, domestic bts au, established relationship, mentions of heart condition, mentions of surgery, reader is in recovery from a surgery, and bts just being sweet.

JIN

i swear i have read a ton of jinnie ones i just cant find them ):::

YOONGLES

___soulmate au___

Maybe I'm a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too) - hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Rare Soulmate marks don't guarantee that you find your soulmate easily, and when your soulmate is the head of a mafia, being together will never be easy either... >> Warnings & Tags: torture, gore, mafia yoongi, killer yoongi hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure reader, self-hate, soulmate au, fluff, and a happy ending. Notes: ALL OF HER FICS ARE GOOD nihyuybnjkyff

The Sugar Wars by hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Maybe tasting everything his soulmate eats wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi’s soulmate didn’t have the largest sweet tooth Ever. Maybe you wouldn’t need to sweeten everything if he didn’t drink his coffee so bitter.  >> Warnings & Tags: blood, fluff, intern reader, and brief angst. Notes: I LOVE HOLLY

Just Be Cool by goldensugarywaffles📕

Summary: You’re the newest producer at HYBE Entertainment and it’s your first day. Everything is going to be perfect as long as you keep your cool. >> Warnings & Tags: just fluff and an awkward reader, and soulmate au.

___college au___

Honey Bear by v-hope📕

Summary: Based off a request + “Could I request a one shot Yoongi? Yoongi has been having a really hard time sleeping recently, and so has reader so they make an agreement to be each other’s teddy bears so they can go to bed. They’re pretty good friends, so it shouldn’t be awkward, but it is until they get used to it and one of them realizes they like the other (you can choose who) and claims that they can sleep again, but they’ve gotten worse because they’re used to sleeping by the other and it hurts to be this far away now??” >> Warnings & Tags: fluff, a lil bit of angst, college au, mentions of pianist yoongi but that’s not the main plot. Notes: cute and fluffy

___a/b/o au___

The Mark of Yun-Ki by ladyartemesia 📕🔞

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir... but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki? >> Warnings & Tags: a/b/o sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat, SMUT, hybrid/a/b/o au, Royalty au, Fantasy au , and daechwita au.

___other (idk)___

straight shooter by snackhobi 📕🔞

Summary: min yoongi is the best in the business. you're the best gunsmith int he city and the only person he trusts to program his tech; to make his gear. he likes your work. it's a shame, then, that he doesn't like you. >> Warnings & Tags: cyberpunk au, SMUT, frenemies (?) to lovers, hitman yoongi, black market dealer/gunsmith reader. cursing & explicit language, whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise, mentions of injury/violence, minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic), brief hurt/comfort, reader has tattoos, sexually explicit content, and brief mention of aftercare.

Blind Love by yoonlattesworld 📕

Summary: yoongi feels his whole world crashing down at the thought of losing you. >> Warnings & Tags: teeny weeny angst in the beginning. Fluff fluff fluff!! happy ending too! husband mafia yoongi x blind wife reader, all mafia warnings included in this as well prob.

And SCORE! by feelthemadnessinside 📕

Summary: just a silly little Drabble I came up with while watching Yoongi attend all the NBA games >> Warnings & Tags: none and fluff.

care for you by archivedkookie 📕

Summary: Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what. >> Warnings & Tags: fluff, doctor au, curse words, yoongi is way too grumpy, yoongi thinks oc has gotten into a bad car accident, anxiety, small panic attack (yoongi thinks oc is in a coma, dead, etc), mention of car accidents, bruises, hospitals & ERs, yoongi being a secret cinnamon roll, and this is honestly just pure fluff.

HOBI

I NEED SOME REC ME SOME PLS OMG

JOONIE

___soulmate au___

Namjoon Soulmate AU - Wings and Thorns by hollyhomburg 📕

Summary: Your soulmate tattoo is suppose to somehow lead you to your soulmate- but you have no idea why your soulmate is obsessed with birds and he has no idea how the plethora of blooms on his chest is supposed to help him find you at all. or Sometimes soulmate marks just make it more difficult and sometimes: this makes you want to give up looking for them all together. >> Warnings & Tags: none. Notes: I LOVE THEM SM

ambidextrous by softlyjiminie 📕

Summary: soulmates were a common thing in this world, yours could hear the thoughts in your head. the only way to know when you’ve met him, is to hear that one keyword. >> Warnings & Tags: nothing major, probably swearing, fluff, friends to lovers au, college au, and soulmate au. Notes: really cute ahhhhhhhhh

___other (idk)___

The Passport by alpacaparkaseok

Summary: You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time? >> Warnings & Tags: none.

NEED MORE CUTE CUDDLE JOON ASAP

JIMIN

lol I think he shines the best when in a relationship w another member and w me HAHAHAHAHAH but pls rec some if you have any good ones. he just doesnt feel like him in most of the writing i have read idk.

TAE

___social media au___

kinda hot by kimnjss 📚✅️🔞

Summary: you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda... hot? >> Warnings & Tags: reader is that girl best friend... and taehyung is not the best boyfriend, hobi’s lowkey a fboi... but there’s always room for growth! campus flirt taehyung x sweet girl reader, social media au, jikook, (semi-established) namjin, best friends to lovers. college au. SMUT, fluff and the tiniest dash of angst.

NEED MORE SOLO LOVE TAE FF

JK

___soulmate au___

melted by drowsymochi (deactivated acct ?) 📕

Summary: You believed the color your eyes registered was the default, unaware that you knew your soulmate long before you began searching. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, see in black and white until you touch your soulmate, best friend’s brother au, and university au.

Hiraeth (M) by thedefinitionofbts 📕🔞

Summary: We are always yearning for someone, even if that person may not exist in this tangible realm.  >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, college au, light angst, fluff, and mildly explicit sexual content.

The Lucky Ones by today-we-will-survive 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: university au, soulmate au, romance, angst, and fluff.

Two Bodies, One Soul by Morgan Squared📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: none. Notes: this one is just really cute. does have a sequel but i haven't read it.

tangled webs by ughseoks 📕

Summary: Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, spiderman au, angst, fluff, mutual pining, swearing, non-graphic violence, threats, knives, attempted mugging, angst, near mcd, guns, kidnapping, fainting, explosions/bombs, weapons in general, fighting, injury, taegikook are little shits, idiots being idiots Notes: i just really love spidey, jk, and soulmate au so this was really a dream i wish was real life.

___fantasy au (werewolf/vampire/etc.)___

Ember Burning by kpopfanfictrash 📕🔞

Summary: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook. >> Warnings & Tags: SMUT, dirty talk, tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword, fantasy, dragon, enemies to lovers. Notes: i just love fantasy smut fics, don't judge me.

___hybrid au___

The Milkmaid by iimaginebts📚✅️🔞

Summary: Having milk in your breast ever since you were born got you outcast from the human world but accepted in another. When you met Jungkook, your life was completely flipped over, would you choose to stay with Jungkook or part ways with him.....? >> Warnings & Tags: SMUT, wolf jungkook x reader, fluff, and romance. Notes: lolololololololol ha ha ha. i loved it. link to the next part is at the end of each one.

___other (idk)___

are you my soulmate? by csanflower 📕

Summary: You offered to do some part time work for a Calvin Klein shoot to earn some quick cash. The job was simple. Do whatever the higher ranked people told you to do. You expected a simple job like making coffee or ordering lunch for the staff. You definitely did not expect the biggest star in the world following you around like a puppy, thinking you're his soulmate just because a bell rang when you crossed paths with him... * inspired by jungkooks comment abt hearing bells ring when he meets his soulmate ^^ BUT NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT A SOULMATE AU >> Warnings & Tags: idol/model jungkook x part time staff reader

OFF-SCREEN by thvhoe 📕🔞

Summary: Being a woman in gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are? or You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when on of the biggest streamers finds out, things get even more tricky. >> Warnings & Tags: streamer au, gamer au, social media au, strangers to lovers au, fluff, SMUT, angst, pro streamer jungkook x faceless Reader

game over by ressjeon📕🔞

Summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him. >> Warnings & Tags: streamer/gamer au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?), praise kink, hair pulling, voyeurism (through hearing), and switch dynamics 

JK AND YOONGI JUST HIT DIFFERENT lol, they seem to have the most fics that are not just all cringe lol. maybe its a smut thing, bc jk and yoongi smut HOT . . . ALSO when they are all together they seem more them them as well idk idk okay send me recs as well if u want bye.

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 8.25.2023

#bts ff recs #tumblr ff recs #rec list #bts ff

[loveandleases]

sorry, i don't know if you've already said this. but i can't find it. what do they look like the ros? height, ethnicities, body type. for all the nitty gritty fanart/-fic/-tasy reasons! ty

The deets will be on the character intro post but I guess I'll go ahead and answer here too. (I suck at descriptions so lts hope 588 words is enough)

Edit: Just added link to the character intro's. Character Intro

Cam- Cam is fair-skinned with warm coppery hair. Length is kept just below the ears. (he's always struggling with the front) He has heterochromia, so his left eye is a warm brown, while his right is a deep green. Cam has a slim athletic build, and he stands at 6'2. He has several piercings in his ears, with a scar on the left lobe from a bad attempt at homemade piercing (thanks mc) Cam has one dimple in his left cheek. He jokes that if he had two he would be unstoppable.

G- G has a warm skin tone. Their hair is a cool black, while their eyes are dark brown almost black. Male G keeps their hair in a two-block style and tends to keep it pushed back (because puppies like to play with hair) while Female G keeps hers mid-length and layered. FG tends to have her hair pulled back. G has a lean build, female and male g are both 5'10''. (and a half, G likes to ensure ppl know that) They are of Korean descent. Their lips are not exactly plump also not exactly thin, a nice in-between. G has a beauty mark under their left eye and another on the right side of their neck. (long gorgeous lashes)

Kara- Her skin is slightly warmer than Cam. She has round strikingly blue eyes, very soft features. Small nose, dainty lips. Her hair hits just above the waist, while the front is layered just above her chest. She keeps in a lighter blonde shade. Kara's has a curvy body type. Her thighs have very much saved some lives. She stands at just 5'4.

M- ( gonna start calling them Mar for short)- Our cinnamon roll is mixed race. Chinese and Caucasian. Their skin tone is naturally warm neutral, though they spend so much time inside they tend to go more pale. Their eyes are slightly downturned and have a nice honey shade. Black messy hair for M and F Mar. While male M's hair is almost to their shoulders female M's hair is just past. They tend to always have dark circles (too much work not enough sleep). W is one of the shorter ros at 5'7. Their build is soft. Ideal for cuddles.

Isaac- Isaac is African American, Slightly upturned blue eyes (Isaac thanks their mom for that). Umber skin-toned. Isaac is built, they like to work out think athletic build. Their hair is curly and a warm black shade, in between lengths it's not short but it's not long sits to the base of their neck. Jawline that could cut glass. Somewhat sharp features. Isaac is an even 6 ft, they're more broad than tall. Isaac has several tattoos on their arm, not full sleeves.

Ardent- Ardent would tell you that his looks are the best things his parents gave him. He's Greek, with olive skin and brown eyes. His hair used to be a nice warm brown now it has a bit of grey on the edges. The length differs, he used to love to let it grow to his shoulders but the cat had other ideas. so now its just a bit short and a bit choppy. It falls to his chin, though he keeps it tucked out of the way. He's our tallest RO a nice 6'4 and broad, so broad, maybe too broad. .Hes tanky. He has scars along his forearms, and one on his lip.

#love and leases #loveandleases #asks #cam #kara #g #m #isaac #ardent #if wip #twine wip #character description

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y   U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T   I   R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E   P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D  T H I S  W E E K  . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Spotify

[kitnita]

oooh just saw your tags on the stucky post - do u have any good stucky fics to rec?? im talking like looong fics. shit that like changes ur life. i was never into stucky when the fandom was super active but now im like !!! theres a goldmine of good fics out there i just know it

yeah absolutely!!!! but okay so. a lot of the stucky fic i read, i read back in high school before i started obsessively bookmarking things on ao3. i'm almost positive there are some blind spots on this list because i'm just going off the things i do have bookmarked rn. like i also want to dive back into the tag at some point & see what stuff i've missed / forgotten.

THAT SAID pretty much all the big stucky fics i do remember were in my bookmarks so i'm working off those! also thank you so much for sending this because i queued that post & didn't actually end up going back to read any stucky fics. i want to reread everything now.

actual recs under the cut!!

sincerely, your pal by lettered (rated m, 65,620)

i will always be obsessed with an epistolary fic. 10/10

to memory now I can't recall by etharei (rated e, 102,600)

uses time travel in a really interesting way, with it almost acting as a bodyswap scenario between the past and present. really interesting device in a fic with bucky pov.

building from the ground up by emilianadarling (series, various ratings & various lengths w a total wordcount of 68,687)

soooo good. i remember the (chronologically) first & the (writing order) first in the series better than the other two, but they're all good!! spans time from during the war to after the events of the winter soldier.

you know i dreamed about you by napricot (rated e, 59,311)

dreamsharing!! underutilized fanfic trope!!!

between everything, yourself, and home by napricot (rated e, 24,396)

i reread this one more recently than a lot of the others on the list & it hit so good, definitely recommend it.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) by fallingvoices & radialarch (rated t, 20,605)

the formatting & framing & storytelling devices in this one go hard, like, i'm pretty sure it was one of the fics mentioned on that post. it'd be worth checking out for that alone except that the fic is just Also good.

the way to a man's heart by niitza & whatthefoucault (rated t, 43,837)

this is one of the stucky fics i think about all the time. food as a healing device hits every time and it's SO good in this one.

the size of perfection by phoenike (e, 31,193)

if you want a lot of 1940's angsting about what the supersoldier serum does to a guy's dick, this is the fic for you.

all the angels and the saints by speranza (rated e, 48,740)

in the authors note of this one it's described as "a motherfucking 95 year epic love story of socialism! science fiction! and hard core gay fucking!" so. worth a read for sure.

roll on by jaxington (rated m, 89,113)

the historical queer themes in this were so good!! the supporting characters & world built up Hit. also i forgot/never knew it was part of a three fic series that is 306,592 words long. definitely read those too.

steve rogers at 100: celebrating captain america on film by eleveninches, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, saintsideways, & tigrrmilk (rated e, 10,228)

exactly what it sounds like. from what i remember this probably barely counts as a stucky fic but it's so fun.

tin soldiers by idrilka (rated t, 19,743)

another one where the formatting & framing & storytelling devices go hard!!

a line that goes all the way by napricot (rated e, 45,218)

realizing now this is the third napricot fic on the list so probably anything else you find by them will also hit!! this one's more recent than a lot of the other fics here but i remember really enjoying it.

tezeta (nostalgia) by vowelinthug (rated e, 20,140)

another more recent fic set in wakanda!! it's steve's turn to be a total maladjusted disaster <3

sparked up like a book of matches by sena (rated m, 26,734)

didn't remember a lot of this one from my bookmarks so i started reading it to jog the memory & now am going to continue reading it. the vibes are vibing.

always stay near me, for tomorrow i will have much to do by roguewrld (rated e, 39,990)

this one's framing isn't as wild as some of the others i've rec'ed but it's still a little noticeable. a great non-linear bucky centric fic.

there's nothing left of you by notallbees (rated e, 22,346)

a fic set during the war!! those are always fun!!! and by fun, i mean. you know. it's good though, very in bucky's head.

i can feel the cold changing us inside by tesselated (rated m, 24,140)

a really good post-winter soldier recovery fic.

might never be normal again (but who cares) by napricot (rated e, 51,540)

okay one last napricot rec from my bookmarks. tagged 'Steve's Slow Motion Midlife Crisis' so you know it's good.

#replies #recs #there are nineteen fics here so i hope at least a couple end up doing it for you!!!!

[anzynai]

Hii it's the anon who sent the ask Abt looking other places for fanfic so I found this longfic called Ocean Mist on Wattpad and there's specifically a chapter called "Ticklish", Yuu finds out Azul is ticklish in that one and it's sooo cute(tbh I just loved the whole fic so much flustered Azul <3)

Additionally, on AO3, you may or may not have found these already because they're not tagged but they're tkl fics

Tickle Attack (You notice the octatrio isn't feeling well, cheer-up tickles ensue)

Tsuisorando Shotsu (I'm not sure if I spelled the name right, but there are quite a few tkl fic chapters in there, I think it's best to just select "read entire work" and command-f "tickl" bc that's what I did to avoid anything potentially explicit) But just in case you don't want to come across anything like that, there's the chapter 'Our Lovable Octopus' which might have had one vague explicit implication but I don't think there was anything major and the tickling was wholly sfw

A Fine Line Between - I just liked this fic in general the M isn't for any sexual content, and there's a tkl scene (if you wanna skip to just that part, I'd recommend just clicking read entire work and command-f 'tickl')

Also, I'm not sure if you already know this (probably do, but just in case) there's some fics w/Azul that were made in 2023)

On Wattpad, NGL I just looked up 'twst tickl' and sifted through the stuff I got so sorry that I couldn't rec much stuff, also I saw this one that was a transcript of tkl audios but there was an explicit chapter in there meaning this was probably a kink for them so I clicked out)

Ffn's mostly AO3 cross posting so there isn't anything there you wouldn't find on AO3 (I'm saying this to myself because I was about to check only to realize that everything there's on AO3, sorry)

Tbh I mostly looked for every single fic I could find on AO3 and then ended up also finding sfw tkl scenes in the process (I also command F'd a bunch of longfics) so I can mostly just say specific scenes from certain fics sryyy

Anyways, I hope at least one of these is new to you <3

hello anon! thank you sooo much for these, i already read the first one just now and it was so cute omg and also i thought i was the only one who would search for tickle content by using “tickl” cuz it can be ticklish, tickling, tickle, and litwrally just all that LOL anyways these are very appreciated and if u ever find any more, please dont hesitate to send them my way hehe

im going to link some of the ones from ao3 under the cut

so tickle attack which is by missyliz - which i haven’t read yet! it seems really cute tho!

and uhh i couldnt actyally find the next fic tbh😭😭 i searched high and low but maybe im missing something?? could u possibly provide an author?

a fine line between by kyuubiluver342 - i actually havent reqd this one either but i did skim over it so for others, the scene is near the end of chapter 2 and from what i’ve seen, it’s comfort tickles

and yeah, ffn is something i noticed did have lots of crossposting, but i never really minded because i dont really know how to work the website anyway LOL

also since you shared some, ill share one that i found also!

so the first one is giggles by psycheprincess — this one isnt tickle centric but it does have a small scene

and here’s a SNIPPET of a scene in this azujami one-shot — that is this is me by dizplixity but the wcene is very short so i have a photo below

and im assuming u have read the fics under the tickling tag, but there’s some really cute ones there too! if not, i don’t mind sharing them:)

again, thanks for these recommendations and i really didnt expect them to be centered around the octatrio so it was a nice surprise hehe <33

#jai’s asks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst tickling #fic recs #long post #ish

[vierss-herondale]

Clace Fanfic Recommendation of the Week

Remember the last fic I recommended on this list? That I said it was REALLY good? WELL I FOUND A LINK and here you have it!

Title: Redemption (Renewed) Author: xxmadworldredemptionxx Summary: 6th Century AU: Jace Herondale. A gladiator with a broken past and a burning desire for justice. Clarissa Morgenstern. A princess who yearns to be free from the oppressing shackles of royalty. Entangled in a web of secrets, lies, and a vile plot conceived by two power-hungry tyrants, will love be their salvation or lead them to their destruction?[2014 REBOOT] Re-editing in progress Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Clary F., Jace W., Valentine M., Jonathon M./Sebastian V. - Chapters: 29 - Words: 285,139 - Status: Complete Link: https://www.fanfiction.ws/s/12762363/1/Redemption-Renewed Site: Fanfiction.net

Now bear with me because I have a lot to say

This fic it's so good!! It's very well written, it's hella long, like super super long which it's amazing because it allows for a lot of development in the story and the characters.

It has angst lots and lots of it... like really I'm not kidding...okay maybe it has too much angst but if a story doesn't make you want to scream, cry and throw things across the room why even bother right? And besides, going through all that angst makes the ending and the happy moments feel so much better 🥺

Moving on… it has a lot of fluff too, so many beautiful and romantic moments between Jace and Clary 😭❤️ I think their relationship in this fic it's really close to their canon, Jace feeling broken inside because of his past but finding a love and happiness that he never thought possible with Clary

Such beautiful sibling moments with Jonathan (in this fic he is the brother canon Clary always deserved) and I LOVED it because I had enough psyco Jonathan in TMI, thank you

There's also sibling moments with Jace, Alec, Izzy and Max ❤️🥺

And don't even let me get started with Valentine... if you think he was a monster in TMI... I can't even with this fic, there were parts where I literally wanted to throw up. And Sebastard it's not far behind... they are really good villians in this story. I hate them so much!!

But not everything it's evil and angst, there's funny moments too!

It has really good battle scenes!

Okay finally I want to say that this is one of my favorite Clace fanfics, I really recommend it. It's not a secret that I have a soft spot for Clace fics where they are royalty and this it's one of my favorites in that category

If you do read it feel free to share your thoughts, opinions and feelings with me! I'd like to hear them and fangirl over the story

Or over any Clace fanfic really

Or over Clace in general hahaha

You can find more of my fanfic recommendations under the tag: Clace Fanfic Recommendation of the Week.

I want to clarify that I'm not going to rate the fics, I just want to share my thoughts and the stories with you, in case you are interested in reading them. And also I want to keep a record of my reaction to some of the fanfics that I read and to promote some of the stories that I came across that I think deserve more recognition. 

I also want you to feel free to ask me for recommendations if you have a favorite trope/ theme/ idea regarding Clace fanfiction and/or One shots. I have a lot of Clace fics in my Fanfiction.net list that I have yet to post, so it's very likely that I have read one that would suit your taste 🌻☺️

#clace fanfic recommendation of the week #clace #clace fanfic #clace fanfiction #clary fairchild #clary fray #clary herondale #jace herondale #jace wayland #jace lightwood herondale #jace lightwood #the mortal instruments #tmi #dailyclace #fanfiction #cazadores de sombras #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc

[chicleeblair]

Title: Dawn of Redeeming Grace [1/23] || FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Six weeks after Derek left to take the NIH job, Meredith is ready to use the holidays to prove she has this working mom thing on lock. Sure, he neglected to tell her he'd be bringing a guest, but whatever, 'Tis the season for truces. Even Ellis Grey took the day off. But with every moment of family togetherness, a return to the trenches seems more impossible. Can a few days of peace put their relationship back on track, or has she fallen for the illusion of a snow-globe, destined to either settle or shatter?

At long last, this is my Mer/Der Christmas fic. I’ve been working on it over a year, and I’m super excited about it.

It is not a Mer/Der visit the Shepherd’s Christmas fic, because wintermachine has written what I consider to be the ultimate in those, and also used the best title. This owes a lot to Unto Certain Shepherds

It’s set between 11x12 “The Great Pretender" and 11x13 “Starting at the End", which is technically the same time as First, Do No Harm, but that starts a few weeks after Christmas (sans Carolyn). The main difference between the two, and the canon resolution of this storyline, is that Derek has only been gone for six weeks. They’ve made some tentative progress, particularly in 11x10 “The Bed’s Too Big Without You,” but Meredith still doesn’t go to visit in 11x12, because she doesn’t want to fight. And while the show implies they don’t see each other until 11x16/17, Zola’s birthday and Christmas both pass in there.

Tell me Derek Shepherd doesn’t come home for Christmas to my face.

This fic will update M/W until First, Do No Harm is complete (should be December 8th). That isn’t as much as it sounds like, the structure is such that Monday chapters are Now (December, 2013)* and Wednesday chapters are set pre-canon (mostly).

My plan is to go to M/W/F from there, but I also planned to have everything uploaded today, and that didn’t work out. I don’t expect that all to affect this fic—it’s finished—but I want to be closer to finished with my next chaptered story when it’s posted. I do have one-shots to bridge the gap, and we know I’m a sucker for matching story-time to real-time, so chances are we’ll go to M/W/F.

#grey’s anatomy #Anatomy Belonging to a Grey #dawn of redeeming grace #dorg #Meredith Grey #Derek Shepherd #MerDer #bisexual Meredith Grey #Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd #fanfiction #fanfic #Zola Shepherd #Zola Grey Shepherd #Bailey Shepherd #Ellis Grey #11x12 #fix-it #au #alternate universe #Derek lives #christmas #holidays #fluff #smut #backstory #novel length #long fic #update #Amelia shepherd #Richard webber

[nanagoswife]

A Price to Pay for Impatience

Pairings: nanami x afab!reader x gojo

Summary: Gojo gets impatient and Nanami teaches you both a lesson

W/C: 8k

Warnings: piv, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, implied breeding kink, daddy kink, switch!gojo, dom!nanami, sub!reader, bondage, unintentional and intentional edging, cock warming, mild scratching, biting, marking, praise kink, mild m|m, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex,

A/N: There is a possibility for there to be a part 2 for this fic. I wasn't sure how people would feel with more action between Gojo and Nanami so I decided to just post this for now. Please let me know if you'd like to read the next part!

Also, this is technically apart of my 'Best Friends are Double the Trouble' series but it can be read without those.

- - -

“No,” you say firmly as Gojo wraps his arms around you from behind. He’s being overly needy today and, although you want to give into him, you can’t. Not when you know Nanami will be home and he’d rather be there even if not participating himself. So, for this reason, you try to ignore the way Gojo presses his chest to your back, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. 

“Come on! Please?” he practically begs, pulling you into him. 

You roll your eyes, doing your best to contain the chuckle that threatens to escape you. “No. We have to wait for Kento to get home.”

Gojo sighs dramatically as you step out of his grasp, making your way to the living room. 

The moment you sit on the couch Gojo is also flopping himself onto it. His face buries itself into your lap as his arms wind around your body. A laugh escapes you as he lets out a little whine. You thread your fingers through his hair in hope that it’ll distract him. 

“He won’t know if we do,” Gojo tries, muffled from your lap. 

“Satoru, you once stole one of his cookies that he baked and told you not to touch and, despite cleaning up any and all evidence you ate one, he still knew you had taken one. How the hell do you think he won’t know that you fucked me when he told us to wait?”

All he does is huff in reply but remains silent. It makes you think that, just maybe, you actually won. However, that thought’s quickly disregarded as you feel his lips press against their place against you. It’s soon followed by his hands roaming over your body before he tries to force his way between your legs. 

Normally, you’d be mad and scolding him to stop. With the way his nose just manages to graze your clothed clit and how his hands roam, you find that resolve you had quickly slipping. It’s slipping even faster with the little whine he lets out as he shifts the rest of his body closer. 

“Mm… ‘Toru, I said we can’t,” you grit out, trying so hard to not break. 

Gojo chuckles as his large hand slides up the inside of your thigh. It causes you to involuntarily open your legs wide enough for him to rub your crotch. Your hips buck a little with the way he presses down harder when going over the area of your clit. 

“Then why are you opening up for me, hm?” he teases while his other hand moves to dip his fingers below the waistband of your shorts.

You can’t help the way your hips lift as he pulls your bottoms down, taking your underwear along with them. There’s a smug smirk spreading Gojo’s lips as he looks up at you, watching the way your breathing picks up. To him, there’s nothing more beautiful than watching your chest rise and fall erratically from his touch. Not only that but also the way your eyes light up in anticipation every time either him or Nanami get close to the areas you want them most. 

That doesn’t even include the area his eyes are trailing down to now. When he sees how your cunt is already dripping for him, he can’t help but feel even more smug. If he really wanted to, he’s sure he could slide into you right this second and he’s very tempted. 

First, he needs to tease you at least a little more. 

“You’re so wet already? I’ve hardly touched you,” Gojo starts with. When he sees the way your cheeks flush as you look away, he thinks he might know exactly what has you so worked up. “Ooohh,” he drawls darkly, “let me guess. Are you thinking of what our dear Nanamin will do when he finds out I fucked you on this couch before getting home?” 

That doesn’t earn him the surprised look he’s aiming for with you. It makes him smile devilishly to find out his first assumption was correct. 

“I see. You’re thinking of what his reaction will be if he were to walk in on us, aren’t you?”

That earns the reaction Gojo wanted. Your eyes shot open wide as they meet his bright blue ones, cheeks burning even more than before. Any and all resolve you once had is now gone. Instead, want was taking over as Gojo presses small kisses to the insides of your thighs. It doesn’t help when he grazes his teeth over your clit before teasing his tongue out for the barest of licks. 

“‘Toru,” you whine, your hands shooting to his hair in an attempt to push him down while your hips angle themselves up. You’re so desperate at this rate that you don’t care if Nanami happens to walk in. With the way Gojo has been since you’ve walked into your house it’s made you grow extremely impatient. His actual teasing may have just started but he’s long been working you up to this moment. 

A dark chuckle escapes him. “Look at how desperate you are, baby. To think you were refusing me just minutes ago.”

You try to respond but he chooses that moment to close his lips around your core, sucking and lapping like a man starved. So, you tighten your fingers in his hair and pull just the slightest bit to get your point across as you let out a breathy moan. It only works to increase the movements of his tongue against your core as he groans. If you could see, you’re sure that he would’ve gotten even harder because of it. 

“We- ah! S-should really wait for Kento,” you manage, lazily trying to pull his face away from you. 

Gojo just looks up at you from his place between your legs, a cocky smirk spreading his lips. “I don’t think you mean that,” he teases right as two of his fingers suddenly slide into your aching cunt. 

You call out from how sudden it was, fingers tightening in his white hair once again. Hips bucking up to his face, you’re now very close to reaching your high. As his fingers hit just right, you can’t help yourself. You’re so desperate for the pleasure that any protest flies from your mind. It’s only overcome with the need for him to bring you to your orgasm. 

“P-please. ‘Toru, please. I’m so close!” you call out into the otherwise silent living room. 

Gojo chuckles. “Look at you,” he mutters, not letting his mouth leave you for long, “What would Nanamin think? His good girl turned bad and begged me to cum. Do you think he’ll be disappointed? Angry?”

“Could… a-ask the same. Ah!”

Gojo sucks on your clit sharply, bringing you close to the edge but not allowing you to fully get there. It frustrates you to no end. Especially because you’re finally giving into him. Wasn’t that what he wanted?

“For that,” Gojo starts, pulling away from you completely before standing, “I do believe you’ll have to wait even longer.”

Before you can protest, he’s shifting you until you’re lying against the couch, head resting on the arm rest. He crawls on top of you, caging you in as one knee remains on the floor. His other knee presses against your soaked pussy, keeping your legs open for him. 

You do your best to grind yourself against his pant leg but, just as you managed to feel something, Gojo’s large hands are stilling you. He presses his body down so that you’re completely pinned as he dips down to nip at your jaw. A chuckle escapes him as you whine and you swear you could feel the way his cock twitched in his pants. 

“Satoru, please. Need you so bad,” you whine. It earns you a small thrust from him, pressing his clothed erection into your core. 

Your hands wrap themselves around his back, gripping his shirt tight. There’s amusement in Gojo’s eyes as you do so. However, there’s a small hint of something else too. Before you can decipher it, though, he dips down to kiss you. 

Immediately, you melt into it. At the same time, you now know what that glint in his eyes was with the way his tongue swirls with yours. He’s just as desperate as you. Right as you think that, you notice Gojo’s hand snake in between your bodies and the sound of his zipper being pulled down soon follows. 

Just as he lines himself up with your entrance, you pull him down to press your lips to his. He groans immediately the moment one of your hands finds his hair. Most of all, he’s swallowing your moan as he presses into you. Normally, you know, he would do more teasing before finally giving in. With the threat of Nanami walking in before Gojo gets to finish, though, he doesn’t want to waste anymore time. Especially since he knows the blonde haired man had no tolerance for Gojo’s neediness. He knows all too well what Nanami is capable of when Gojo doesn’t listen. 

So do you. Hence the reason why you were trying so desperately to keep Gojo’s advances at bay. In the end, like you kind of expected, you gave in. How could you deny the man who had been acting so adorable, being his clingy self as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, begging for you to let him fuck you. The way he was acting before was nothing compared to what he was like now. It’s like a switch was flipped and brought his dominant side to focus. You know that, if you weren’t pressed for time, it would’ve been at least an hour before what you were doing now would happen. 

Your thoughts are broken as Gojo shifts his hips, pressing even more into you. He swallows every moan that escapes you. Never parting from your lips, he sighs the moment he slides all the way into your cunt. The way your walls flutter around him has him groaning into your mouth before he breaks away. 

“You always feel amazing, baby,” he says before pressing a small but hard thrust into you. It causes your hands to clench in his hair and shirt respectively as a moan pours from your lips. 

“N-need more, ‘Toru. Please, give me more,” you plead, trying to pull him even closer to you. 

Gojo smirks, leaning until his lips graze your ear, “Anything for you, baby.”

Before you know it, he’s rolling his hips against yours. The zipper of his pants bites sharply into your skin with each thrust but you can’t find it in you to care. If anything, it’s only working to heighten your pleasure. 

His thrusts are sharp, angled in a way to hit the spot that has you seeing stars each and every time. It has your nails digging into his scalp as your pants and moans fill the room. They’re accompanied with the slick sounds coming from Gojo’s cock pumping into your cunt along with his own moans and grunts with the occasional squeak from the couch springs. 

You’re sure Gojo’s pant leg is probably getting ruined from the way it’s rubbing against the rug. However, neither of you care much as he brings a hand between your bodies. His thumb starts to draw circles around your clit, causing your hips to buck up into his. 

Suddenly, you have the major urge to take off his shirt. Although the feeling of him still practically fully clothed is attractive, you want to feel his skin beneath your fingers. With the way you grip it and begin to pull the fabric up, you can tell he wants the same as he makes it easier to do so. 

He loves the feeling of your nails digging into his back. He loves it even more when you leave scratch marks along the muscles. The only person he’s willing to share that experience with is Nanami. Just the thought of you doing that to anyone but them drives Gojo insane. You only belong to them so he only ever wants to see your marks on him and Nanami. In turn, they make sure to provide their own marks in the form of love bites and bruises from their fingers along your thighs and hips. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. The way they always seem to press even further into you each time they bite your shoulder, back, breasts… it didn’t matter where. Now, with just Gojo as he shifts for you to fully remove his shirt, is no exception as you feel his teeth graze your collarbone as soon as his shirt is discarded. As you get what you want, he gets what he wants as your nails dig into his skin. 

It’s not much longer before you feel your high climbing it’s way back up. With the way Gojo goes back to circling your clit, you can feel it heighten even more. You can tell that the man above you is also close with how his thrusts become more erratic but still remaining precise for your own pleasure. 

“Ah! Cum w-with me, ‘Toru!” you call out, pulling him tight against you as the pressure between your legs grows nearly unbearable. 

In response, Gojo’s lips find yours as you finally let go. Your walls clamp down on Gojo, causing him to reach his own high, painting your walls white with a pleasured groan. He swallows the loud call of his name and the small pants you let out as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

It may be for your benefit but you know it’s also for his. Both Gojo and Nanami always make sure not a single drop of their cum is wasted. They always push it in before staying buried inside of you to make sure none leaks out. In Gojo’s case, he even makes sure that anything that does manage to escape gets pushed back in. Hell, the first time the three of you had sex, Gojo was the one to collect Nanami’s cum to push it in after the multiple loads you got. 

“Was that worth not waiting for Nanamin?” Gojo teases as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed as he catches his breath. 

You look down at the bite mark on your collarbone and think about the scratches he definitely has along his back. So, you decide to tease him right back. “How do you plan on hiding it, hm? You left evidence behind.”

“I don’t care. I’m just so relieved to have been able to do this now rather than later.”

You roll your eyes as he slowly pulls out. “Let’s at least get cleaned up. It might be better to make sure he eats before finding anything out.”

-

“I thought I told you to wait,” Nanami says sternly. You could see the tension in his shoulders the moment he walked in. There was a scowl dragging down his features before he saw you and they softened. Only for a moment, though, before he rightly assumed what you and Gojo did. 

“I’m sorry, Kento. I really tried to refuse him but he wouldn’t give it up,” you softly plead as he cages you against the mattress. 

A few hairs fall in front of his eyes and, if it weren’t for the current moment, you’d push them back. However, you know Nanami won’t tolerate it right now. Especially since he already has Gojo facing the beginning of his own punishment. 

Nanami hums. “Of all people, I thought he’d listen to you,” he says, a little annoyed as he looks up to where Gojo sits at the head of the bed with narrowed eyes. 

You’re just able to catch the way Gojo breaks eye contact to look down at his fiddling hands. It seems Gojo may slightly regret forcing you into what he did earlier. With the way there’s actually a glint of shame in his crystal blue eyes it tells you everything you need to know. 

“How long was he pestering you for?” The blonde asks, eyes still on Gojo. 

“An hour and a half,” you admit quietly. “I was trying to get dinner prepared for when you got home.”

He drops his gaze back down to yours only for you to be looking off to the side. There’s an almost sad glint to your eyes and it causes a small part of his upset exterior to crumble. Well, he always did have a soft spot for you. Plus, he knew you never lied to him. Your story also is believable considering the way Gojo is. He’s not surprised that he wouldn’t let it go. He is surprised with how long you managed to last before giving in. Helps that you had something to use as an excuse. 

“That may just lessen your punishment,” Nanami mutters before leaning down to your ear, “but not entirely. You still need to learn a lesson, hm?”

You whisper a small, “Yes, daddy,” before he’s climbing off of you. 

A small flicker of fear fills you when he does. Is he so angry that he’s going to just do nothing? Yet, as you watch him take a couple of steps back, you know what he has planned. It’s only confirmed as he tells you to remove your clothes and get on your knees in front of him. 

You do so slowly. If it were any other day, Nanami wouldn’t care about you making a show of removing your clothes. If anything, he’d be the one doing it for you. However, you knew that, if you went too fast, he’d disapprove. This is both a punishment to both you and Gojo and you know the man in front of you plans to torture Gojo before he lets anything more happen. 

The moment you sink down to your knees, a small smirk curls the corner of Nanami’s lips. “Good girl. You always know what I want.” A pause as his eyes lock on something. “Wait here.”

With that, Nanami walks to your pile of clothing, bending to grab your panties. Then he stands at the side of the bed where Gojo looks up at him. You’re not quite sure what Nanami is going to do. However, as you watch him kneel against the bed and grip Gojo’s jaw, you figure it out.

“Open up,” Nanami practically growls, causing the white haired man to comply. Bunching up your undergarments, Nanami shoves them into Gojo’s mouth without a word. Nothing is said until he once again stands in front of you.

Nanami unfastens his belt, working at his pants until he frees himself. The sight of his tip in front of you, leaking with precum, had your mouth watering. You look up at the man through your lashes, a small pleading look in your eyes. 

“Now, you’re going to let me use that mouth of yours,” he says darkly, stepping forward to tangle his one hand in your hair while the other slaps the tip of his cock against your bottom lip a few times. “No touching yourself or me.”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out. 

“That’s a girl. Now, open up.”

Without hesitation you open your lips and there’s not a wasted second as the blonde pushes his length into your mouth. You gag from how sudden it was but you quickly adjust. However, you didn’t notice the way your hands moved to grip at his hips. You knew immediately that you were in trouble as he started to tsk. 

“That’ll be your only warning,” Nanami says sternly. You nod a little, bringing your hands to rest on your thighs. He’s satisfied so he starts up his movements, guiding your head the way he wants it. 

You can feel the way tears begin to fill the corner of your eyes. With the way he’s hitting the back of your throat each time, you find yourself concentrating on not gagging. You want to please him so, once you finally adjust, you try to do your best to work your tongue over his shaft. He throws his head back with a groan when you do and a flicker of pride grows inside of you. 

That’s when you start to think about Gojo who’s watching this whole thing. Of the two men, Nanami can’t compare to Gojo with how much he loves receiving head. Especially from you. So, as you see Nanami look at the other with a smug smirk, you know he’s really not going easy. 

Gojo isn’t allowed to touch himself either. Unlike you, Nanami had told him to strip the moment you entered the room. You can only imagine how he must be gripping the sheets in an attempt to not go against the blonde. No matter how dominant he likes to act, you know that’s not entirely him. Not when you can easily reduce him to whimpers and pleas when you take the slightest bit of control. 

Nanami doesn’t slow the pace. The only thing that changes is that, instead of moving your head, he’s thrusting into your mouth. Both of his hands grip your hair, keeping your head in place. He’s using your throat for his own pleasure and, you’re not going to lie, it makes you drool at the thought. Usually, when he does this, it means he’s nearing his peak. Just the thought of his cum spilling into the back of your throat has you moaning around him. 

However, as he takes a sharper thrust than the others, you find yourself gagging as your hands once again grip at his hips. You know immediately what you’ve done. You know, especially with the way Nanami is immediately pulling out of your mouth with a pop. When you look up, an apologetic gleam to your eyes, all you can see is his disapproval. 

“How is it that Gojo has been more obedient than you have, hm?”

You almost wince from the condescension in his tone. It’s not actually a comment made with malice. It still doesn’t take away the flicker of guilt in your chest. 

Nanami must know this from the way you break eye contact to look at the floor. He has to know because he’s guiding you to your feet with a smirk. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. No need to feel guilty,” he starts, turning you around as he grazes his lips against your ear, “but I’m a bit frustrated you won’t listen. I can solve that issue.”

Before you can process it, Nanami is practically ripping his tie off before you feel the soft fabric slide over your wrists. His fingers move quickly and efficiently as he secures your hands behind your back. There’s no room to escape from the material but, at the same time, it isn’t too tight. 

The combination of your now tied wrists, the way Nanami is pressing up against your back, and the fact you can now see the other man in the room has a new wave of arousal flowing through you. Gojo’s breathing is ragged from how he’s been holding back, his untouched erection lying flat and heavy against his lower stomach as precum makes a mess of the area. His hands are gripping the sheets like his life depends on it all while his face is practically completely red from both strain and arousal. 

You don’t get to think too much about it, though, as Nanami is pressing against your back more. It’s a silent command to step forward that doesn’t stay silent for long. 

“Get on the bed with your ass up but you’re not allowed to touch Gojo-san. His punishment is far from over,” the blonde whispers lowly in your ear. It causes a shiver to run down your spine before you silently obey his commands. 

Lowering yourself down is difficult without having your arms to keep you from falling the rest of the way. However, that’s your only option as you’re practically face planting into the sheets between Gojo’s legs; mere inches from where he aches the most. 

All you can hear is the buckle of Nanami’s pants jingle a little before, seconds later, you feel his hands on your hips. It’s followed by his hot breath spreading over your slick folds before he’s gently biting the back of your thigh. His fingers dig sharply into your skin at the same time and all of the combined sensations cause you to groan. 

“I’m far from done with you,” Nanami states. It’s directed at both you and Gojo. However, as you tilt your head enough to see the man behind you, you see his chestnut eyes meeting cerulean blues. It makes the white haired man squirm in place as you both know what that means. You almost feel bad for Gojo but it’s not something you dwell on as Nanami’s mouth is suddenly on you. 

You gasp, your nails digging into your palms as he starts an all out attack on your clit. He’s sucking it up into his mouth, teeth grazing it as he hums in content. It immediately reduces you to desperate pants and moans as he brings you to the edge dangerously quick. Despite that, you know Nanami. You especially know what he’s like when he’s in this sort of mood. He’ll bring you such pleasure so quickly but make you wait and beg until he’s content. So, it’s no surprise that, right as you were on that edge about to tip, he shifted his focus to dipping his tongue into your entrance. 

Letting out a frustrated moan, you angle your face to push it into the mattress. It’s partially because of the man behind you but mainly the man in front of you. If you look at him you know you’re going to want to touch him in some way. The fact that he almost looks pained from the lack of attention would break your resolve to do something like this. So, you can’t look at him. Otherwise you’d be too tempted to somehow get your mouth on him. 

What you don’t know is that Gojo is feeling pretty much the exact same way. However, he doesn’t get the luxury of being able to hide from the sight of you. He has to just watch and have no part in being able to bring you pleasure. His hands twitch, wanting to touch you, but he can’t. It didn’t help that he can just slightly taste your slick from your panties in his mouth. He already knew the punishment from Nanami would be bad. He practically asked for this to happen. So why did he forget just how severe the blonde’s punishments could be?

The worst part about this is that Gojo knows Nanami isn’t just going to stop for no reason. No, he’s probably going to make Gojo watch until he’s cum in you at least once. Most of all, he’s going to have to watch as Nanami himself makes you cum… what? Three times? Maybe 4? Before he can even get any sort of relief. 

With that thought in mind, you’re suddenly crying out Nanami’s name, ripping Gojo from his thoughts. He watches as your face contorts in pleasure while Nanami continues to lap at you. Most of all, he watches the way your body twitches when the man behind you doesn’t stop. Instead, he plunges two of his fingers into your entrance that causes you to cry out. 

“Too m-much. Kento, oh god!” you call out as he reattaches his lips to your clit. The overstimulation is hitting you hard. You feel your legs about to give out as Nanami works you over. It’s almost as if he’s desperate to get you to your high as quickly as possible. Either that or he wants to rip the pleasure away from you cruelly once you do get there. You’re not quite sure which way he’ll go tonight. 

“You can take it,” is the only response you get. It’s the only response as he sets a fast pace with his fingers. His head once again dips down to attach his lips to your clit. 

Your second orgasm is approaching with such speed that you’re not sure if you can say a single thing. The first one you were able to beg for him to let you cum. You also have to admit that seeing the way Gojo had been staring at you, clearly lost in thought, as he gave a yearning look, wanting to be the one also pleasuring you, was a large reason for reaching your climax. 

Now, though, you’re not sure you can open your eyes even if you tried. There’s just so much that Nanami is making you feel that your mind is blank. The usual routine of pleas can’t even make their way out of your lips as you can’t help but moan out Nanami’s name as he brings you to that edge yet again. 

Thankfully, Nanami knows you. He knows when you’re close with the way your thighs tremble while your walls flutter around him. Plus, it was his goal to get you to this state quickly. Nothing about your lack of responses surprised him. If anything, this gave him something to tease you for and something to brag to Gojo about. 

So, he leans over your back, his shirt opened but not off, and gently bites your shoulder before muttering, “Cum for me.”

That’s all you needed for your walls to clamp down around his fingers. A high pitched moan spills from your lips, muffled by the way you have to bury your face into the sheets so you don’t use Gojo as some sort of anchor. You know you can’t and, if you did, the punishment that Nanami lessened for you would no longer be so. 

Instead, you use your nails digging into your palm from the pleasure in place of that. You use that and the way Nanami brings you down from your high gently compared to the last one. 

“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your temple. 

The action is a complete 180 from what the mood is. Especially with the fact that this is far from over. He hasn’t even finished yet and even then you know there’s going to be a quick second round. 

You’re still recovering from your high so much that you don’t even realize that Nanami’s weight is no longer on top of you. Your mind is so hazy from it all and you don’t notice he’s gone until you hear the buckle of his pants hit the ground. Not only that but you’re too hazy to notice the way Gojo shifts back. It’s almost as if he’d lose control if he didn’t. 

There’s almost no time for you to think about it much more before Nanami is leaning against your back, just slightly to the side. His breath fans over your ear, causing you to shiver, before his lips follow. He nudges his nose against your cheek as he whispers, “I think my good girl deserves a reward,” while lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance. 

“Please,” you beg. They're the only words you can manage through your ragged breaths and hazy mind. 

You need him to be inside of you. The teasing is too much that your body is shaking with want. Not only that but, with every touch, he’s been depriving you of what you know this can really feel like. It’s not like you don’t enjoy the foreplay but it’s different this time. Mind you, he’s been toying with you practically since he’s walked into the house. It’s created such a strong need to be relieved and you really hope he isn’t playing a cruel joke with how he pushes a little bit of his tip in. 

Nanami hums, the vibration from his chest transferring through your back. “Is that all you can manage?”

Trying to get your composure, you take a deep breath. You attempt to look at Nanami the best you can, your tied hands gripping at him the best you can as you give in. 

“Daddy, please. I need you to fuck me. I- I need you so badly,” you desperately beg, hoping it’s enough. 

That hope is soon validated as the man behind you suddenly pushes the rest of his length into you. You call out his name, fingernails tightening slightly into the skin of his that you managed to latch onto. 

It’s soon pulled from your grasp as Nanami sits up, hands on your hips. His fingers knead at your skin as he presses a shallow thrust into you. It has you releasing a pleasure filled groan before you whine. You want him and he seemed satisfied earlier. So what’s keeping him?

Part of the answer is given to you the moment you look up at Gojo. He’s uncharacteristically still as he looks at the scene in front of him. His precum is covering his lower stomach, drool leaking around the fabric in his mouth, as he watches on with envy in his eyes. However, with the glint in his eyes, you’re not exactly sure what that specifically was. Not when you see how his eyes aren’t straying from Nanami’s who’s looking back with similar intensities. 

Yet again, before you can think much of it, whatever silent communication went on between the two of them stops. Especially with the fact that you whine from the way Nanami’s cock twitched inside of you. Your walls are extremely sensitive from all of what Nanami had done. So, even something so simple causes a major reaction. 

“Let’s teach Gojo-san here a lesson,” the blonde man whispers into your ear. It’s followed by a sharp thrust that has you arching your back into him. 

You feel the way Nanami smiles against your ear before sitting back up, digging his fingers into your hips as he starts a brutal pace. He’s reaching so deep that you’re seeing stars with each and every thrust. The only thing that’s grounding you to the moment is the way his hands grip you. 

Everything else is forgotten. The fact that Gojo is still sitting in front of you isn’t on your mind. Even the reason for why you’re here in the first place is wiped from your mind. In fact, nothing is on your mind. The only thing that you can pay attention to is how Nanami’s cock is brushing against your walls so wonderfully as he pounds into you. 

What brings you out of your momentary stupor is when one of Nanami’s hands leaves your hip. There’s a quick, “Shit, you feel so good, sweetheart,” before you feel his free hand rest against the back of your neck. He applies a light pressure as he leans forward, a silent questioning for if this is alright. 

There’s not a single part of you that wants to say no. It’s hot and, with the way it makes him lean further into you, it’s making him thrust even deeper into you. There’s nothing that’s going to make you say no to that. Especially not when you want to please Nanami as much as he wants to please you.

With that in mind, you know he needs an indication that this is alright before he pulls away. Lucky for you, one of his thrusts hits a spot that has you arching your back into him. It earns a low groan from Nanami before he’s putting a little more pressure on the back of your neck and picking up the pace. 

Each of his thrusts are hitting every spot that has your orgasm quickly approaching. However, for you, it’s all too much. You’re not sure you can do it even with the way you can feel it building rapidly. 

“Close, sweetheart?” Nanami asks when he feels the way your thighs tremble and your walls begin to flutter in the telltale sign you are. 

“C-can’t. Ke… nto, too much!” is all you can get out. If you’re being honest, you’re surprised you were even able to get that out. 

With your statement, you feel Nanami shift behind you. His hand lifts away from your neck as he once again shifts to lean against your back. One arm wraps itself around you, hand resting on your stomach, while his other rests on the bed to support him. You can feel his breath fan over the nape of your neck and it makes you shiver despite the warmth. 

Then, “I know you can do it, love. You’ve been doing so well. Just one more, hm?”

Nanami’s hand drifts downwards as he says that. He doesn’t stop until his fingers reach your clit. As he starts circling the swollen nub, you cry out as you bury your face into the sheets. The fact that it was becoming too much is gone as your next high is rapidly approaching. It helps that Nanami’s chest against your back is acting like an anchor in all of this. He’s encouraging you through this through the smallest of things. 

“One more,” Nanami says encouragingly when you’re so close, “You’re doing so well.”

It’s not much longer until you’re practically screaming Nanami’s name as your orgasm comes crashing through you. Your vision goes white as you get lost in your high. Meanwhile, Nanami whispers words of praise as his hand moves back to your stomach, supporting you through the whole thing. He’s pressing slow, gentle thrusts to help you through it, pressing his lips gently against your temple as you start to come down. 

As Nanami helps you, Gojo is about to cry from how neglected he is. That and he’s jealous that he wasn’t the one to cause that kind of reaction from you. Sure he’s helped you to that point in the past but, when he’s not able to be a part of that? It’s almost insulting. He doesn’t like the fact that Nanami was practically shoving it in his face that he didn’t need to be involved to get you like that. 

Those thoughts are quickly wiped from his mind when Nanami’s dark gaze meets Gojo’s. The look makes Gojo freeze momentarily. He hasn’t seen that look, at least not directed towards him, since the night they met you. It causes a chill to run across his skin the moment he knows the blonde’s overall plan.

Gojo’s assumption is proved correct as he watches Nanami lean further over your back. It causes you to whine with the way it makes his cock shift, pressing into your over sensitive walls. That only makes Nanami’s expression more intense as a smirk lifts a corner of his lips. 

Nanami braces one hand beside your head while the other reaches towards Gojo. Gojo’s heart rate picks up, shuddering as Nanami drags a circle around Gojo’s hole, gasping when Nanami applies a small pressure when he passes over it. 

“Just as sensitive as ever,” Nanami teases lowly. That’s when his trail moves upwards, dragging over Gojo’s balls, all the way up the bottom of his shaft. 

He can’t help the way he groans, his hips almost bucking when Nanami grazes over his frenulum and lingers there. It has Gojo panting around your underwear from such little stimulation but he doesn’t care. Not when he’s so desperate for relief. 

It has been a while since the two of them have been intimate in this way. Nothing like this has really happened since they met you. Both of them were obsessed with you and all they wanted to do was please you. However, now, as Gojo throws his head back with a moan when Nanami moves his thumb to spread the precum over Gojo’s slit, that’s about to change. Afterall, this is for the pleasure to be shared between all of you. Not a single person receiving all of the attention. 

“You put on a good show,” Nanami starts darkly, pressing a small thrust into you, making you whine, as he leans down to suck at Gojo’s flushed tip, licking away the precum, “but I know how truly submissive you are, Satoru.”

If your mind wasn’t so hazy from the way you’ve been thoroughly fucked, you would’ve been surprised from what you’re witnessing. Instead, the sight you see only makes you wanting more. The sight in front of you is turning you on rather than snapping you back to your senses. You’ve never seen this kind of intimacy between them. The most you’ve seen is the two occasionally kiss and, once in a while, a hand job. Now you’re witnessing much more. Most of all, you’re finally getting a solid answer for what their relationship was like before you met them. 

You look up to catch the way Gojo’s cheeks are flushed bright red with the way he’s panting. You can see the pleading look in his eyes, so desperate to be touched especially as Nanami tugs your soaked panties from his mouth. It doesn’t surprise you when, after some more taunting from Nanami, Gojo breaks and begins to beg for it.

“Oh, fuck, please, Nanamin! I promise I’ll never disobey you again. I-it hurts,” Gojo nearly cries. Tears were starting to drip from his eyes and you feel bad for him when Nanami pulls away. It leaves the white haired man looking as if he’s about to break into desperate sobs. 

You can hear Nanami’s smug chuckle as it vibrates against your back before he pulls away from your back. “I think,” Nanami starts, leading you until your back presses against his chest while on your knees, “you deserve to wait a bit longer still.”

Once more, he presses into you, your back arching as you feel one of his hands begin to untie the tie around your wrists. The other is stationed against your stomach, holding you up. 

“You also deserve to watch me fuck our darling sweetheart until I’m fully satisfied. Then I’ll think about letting you have more.”

Nanami’s low tone makes you shiver. Goosebumps run across your arms along with it as he starts to mouth at your neck, the tie finally slipping from your wrists. He immediately pulls your back flush to his chest after. His one hand cups your breast, massaging it as your one hand rests on top of his on your stomach. You raise the other until it tangles into his damp blonde hair. It causes him to groan as he sucks on your skin. 

Despite that, only moments ago, you felt as if you were at your limit, you find yourself wanting Nanami again. The fact that he’s only warming his cock while paying attention to your neck rather than your pussy is making you impatient. You want to feel that friction that only he can give you. 

All you want is Nanami. Gojo is no longer on your mind as you whine and press your ass into the man behind you. It causes the blonde to chuckle, his hand on your stomach stilling you. 

“And here I thought you were at your limit,” Nanami drawls, his lips trailing up to press a kiss to the hinge of your jaw. 

You shake your head. “Want you, Kento. Please, I need it so badly. Need you to fill me up,” you beg. 

How can he refuse? With you looking up at him, eyes glazed over with flushed cheeks. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he can’t help the groan it pulls from him as he dives in to slot his lips with yours. This small moment shows that his goal has been achieved and he wasn’t even done. You’re only thinking of Nanami and you’re nowhere close to wanting to be done with this. 

With that being said, with his lips still attached to yours, he grins as he presses a shallow thrust into you. He swallows your moan, arms tightening slightly around you to make sure you’re properly supported. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he mutters into your mouth as he starts a slow rhythm but each thrust is deep and blissful. “You always are,” he adds on, eyes drifting for a moment to see Gojo writhing in his place. It amuses him to see someone that usually acts so high and mighty reduced to a state like this. 

However, Nanami’s attention quickly gets dragged back to you when your hand cups his jaw. It has any and all resolve he had to put you through punishments disappear. Instead, the moment softens as you melt into him. 

There’s a warmth rising in Nanami’s chest as he pulls away just enough to look at you. He watches the way your eyes look at him with so much warmth. The way your face contorts in pleasure, your head tipping back against his shoulder, is something he wants to see for the rest of his life. He forever wants to know the taste of your skin as he dips his head to kiss along your neck. 

Even though this moment is between you and Nanami, he can’t help but think that he doesn’t want to enjoy it without Gojo. A small part of him wishes to share this moment with the white haired man, yet that’s not enough to change Nanami’s overall plans. 

“Faster,” your voice whispers against his ear, causing a chill to run down his spine. “Please,” you continue before pushing Nanami’s head back so you can look at him. 

The action makes him smile, complying with a, “Anything for you.”

His pace picks up and it has you moaning his name with each thrust. Nanami is bringing you quickly towards your high, his tip brushing against that spot deep inside of you. 

With the way his thrusts become a bit more sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. You drag his hand from your stomach to your clit, silently asking him to touch you. Without hesitation, he answers your request with rubbing tight circles around your swollen clit. 

You throw your head back against his shoulder once again. Even so, you still have it in you to try and do something for Nanami. You do your best to clench around his cock, hoping it would help him reach his high just as he is for you. 

With the way he hisses, you think it’s working. Even with your thighs and whole body trembling, you’re determined to do this. 

“I’m- ah! Oh, Kento, I-I’m so close!” you call out, your free hand raising to tangle into his hair once again. 

“So am I. Cum for me,” he murmurs. 

It’s not much longer before you’re clamping down on Nanami’s cock with a call of his name which causes him to reach his own release. His grunts as you feel the heat of his release spills into you. A smile splits your lips as he thrusts a few more times to push it further into you. 

You relish in the way his chest rises and falls against your back while you’re in the same state. It’s not long before he’s kissing you, however briefly, before pulling out. 

Nanami’s eyes flicker towards Gojo and the sight has Nanami find the drive to do the rest. The way Gojo’s lower stomach is a mess of precum, his cock flushed and neglected lying heavily against his lower stomach. Gojo’s hair is a mess and the sheets are just as mussed while tears drip down his cheeks. It’s all evidence of Gojo actually listening for once. 

Must be time for his reward. Or maybe he should keep him wanting.

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Prompt: Fic snippet proposed by @myakkoh​ (tumblr) or BlueSapphire718 (ao3):

“I’m what?” Lan Qiren squawks, since this is the first time he’s heard anything about this. “Sworn brothers with me,” Wen Ruohan drawls. “A memorable night, really.” Lan Qiren stares. “What.” “What’s wrong?” Wen Ruohan sneers. “Can’t speak properly to Da-ge?” “You,” Lan Qiren says, “cannot be Da-ge. It sounds wrong.” “Oh?” “You, are two generations older than me. I am only sixteen.” “All the better,” Wen Ruohan says smoothly.

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Spilled Pearls

A/N: If Tedious Joys is the story of LQR's relationship with Sect Leader Nie and how WRH impacts that, then this is the story of LQR's relationship with WRH and how Sect Leader Nie impacts that.

Please note the tagging on Ao3 for all warnings, including as to tone

- Chapter 1 - ao3 -

Lan Qiren was running to catch up, because he was always running to catch up.

He’d only been allowed to join this particular night-hunt because of Lao Nie’s interference – his brother hadn’t wanted him there, specifically because Lan Qiren was slow and overly fixated on details and not all that handy with a sword – and he was determined not to fall behind. But he was slow, as always, and tired more easily than the others, and then he got distracted and realized a considerable distance had opened up between him and the rest of the group.

He ran to catch up –

He tripped.

He was going to fall flat on his face, he realized as he pitched forward, throwing his hands up in front of his face to try to blunt the pain since humiliation was already a given. He probably wasn’t far enough behind for them not to see this, and then his brother would turn his face away and sigh, aggravated, his shoulders slumping in disappointment at how Lan Qiren had lost him and their sect face all over again.

Lan Qiren was so bound up in his gloomy thoughts that it took him a moment to realize that he had not, in fact, hit the ground.

Someone had caught him.

Even now, they were holding him by the shoulder, keeping him from falling the rest of the way down with a single hand; the posture was awkward, and must be uncomfortable for them.

Lan Qiren straightened himself up immediately and dropped into a deep salute. “Thank you for your help –”

He looked up.

“…Sect Leader Wen,” he finished weakly.

He stared briefly up into red eyes before averting his gaze. He’d thought it was Lao Nie who’d come back to help him, and out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw the familiar Nie colors turning back to the group – perhaps he had come, and was now leaving, since help wasn’t necessary any longer.

He hadn’t expected it to be Wen Ruohan, an ancient monster two generations his elder despite his deceptively youthful face – he hadn’t even realized that Wen Ruohan had decided to tag along on this night-hunt, though of course once he thought about it, it seemed perfectly reasonable. He, like all the other sect leaders, was here for the discussion conference, and a small forest town in the vicinity of the Cloud Recesses did not offer much in the way of other entertainment for outsiders. Why shouldn’t he come along on the night-hunt?

“It’s no matter,” Wen Ruohan said, and it probably wasn’t, for him. Someone with his level of cultivation could hold a kid like Lan Qiren up for a week without noticing the strain. “Did you get distracted by something back there?”

“Small blue flowers,” Lan Qiren said. “Typically associated with certain healing herbs, none of which are native to this area, and growing under an oak of all things; I was wondering if the placement had been deliberate and, if so, by whom and for what purpose. Not to mention when, since those aren’t perennial herbs; they have a longer growing cycle that requires certain meteorological conditions –”

“Aren’t we hunting serpent demons today?” Wen Ruohan asked, and Lan Qiren flinched.

They were, of course. And serpent demons wouldn’t exactly take the time to go plant healing herbs in a wild patch, so it had been a totally pointless diversion.

As usual.

“I got distracted,” Lan Qiren mumbled, his earlier enthusiasm squashed. “I’d say it won’t happen again, but it probably will, and do not lie is a rule.”

Wen Ruohan gave an amused huff. “Ah yes, the famous Lan sect rules. Do you often follow them?”

“Always!”

A hum. “I see. Well, the others have gotten rather far ahead, and I hear the sound of fighting – they must have already found the serpent demons, and will no doubt finish them off by the time we catch up.”

So he’d missed it. Lan Qiren’s shoulders drooped in disappointment.

“Why don’t you show me your flowers, instead?”

Lan Qiren looked up. Wen Ruohan was smiling.

“If you’re sure,” he said cautiously, but Wen Ruohan shrugged and nodded, and, well, Lan Qiren was supposed to be making friends with the members of the other sects, wasn’t he? Maybe no one had been thinking about the Wen sect, especially since Wen Ruohan’s last set of children had all died – someone had broken the prohibition on gossip in Lan Qiren’s presence and suggested that Wen Ruohan had something to do with that, rather than it being just bad luck, and that he’d done it because he thought he was a real immortal and therefore could always start anew, but the idea was so appalling that it surely couldn’t be true – but there wasn’t any real reason to exempt his sect or even him, either. Friends were friends, weren’t they? “It’s this way. Follow me.”

Wen Ruohan put his hands behind his back and followed Lan Qiren back towards the tree he’d found, his every motion slow and stately as if he were walking in a garden rather than the forest. Lan Qiren found himself mildly jealous.

To distract himself – envying others was against the rules! – he started explaining about the flowers he’d recognized and the types of herbs he thought the plant might be, citing the treatises he’d read about their usual spread and growing patterns and the uses for each one. Somewhere along the line he got distracted, though, because Wen Ruohan mentioned something about the Lan sect rules again, except he got it wrong; there was no rule against excessive verbosity, only against frivolous speech, and while there was a positive rule that counseled speaking meagerly, that was explicitly meant to avoid words that could bring harm and therefore did not apply to intellectual discussions.

Delighted as always to talk about his favorite subject, Lan Qiren promptly launched into an explanation as to the history of the debate as to whether there should be an affirmative prohibition against excessive speech, the various points on either side, the historical texts on the subject, the storied history of the rules regarding the need for an exchange of ideas in furthering education balanced against the exhortation not to take words lightly…

“Look at me,” Wen Ruohan said, and Lan Qiren obeyed at once. Wen Ruohan was his elder, although not of his sect, and by this point Lan Qiren was used to elders disapproving of how his flickering gaze tended not to settle on people and his preference to look at things through his peripheral vision, and of being ordered to meet their gaze.

Wen Ruohan’s eyes were red, as he’d noticed before, and his gaze was heavy and thoughtful, somehow ponderous. It felt almost like pressure against his skin or maybe his mind.

Maybe I should change subjects or be quiet, Lan Qiren thought to himself, the thought coming to him almost involuntarily, but then he realized that if he did, Wen Ruohan wouldn’t hear about the three-day conference that had been held in his great-grandparents’ generation that specifically focused on the rules that related to speech. And that would be an awful shame, wouldn’t it?

So he kept going.

He kept up the eye contact, though. The elders didn’t always like that, either – when he did hold someone’s gaze, he would stare too directly and too long, not knowing when it was appropriate to turn away, but he figured Wen Ruohan would simply tell him. He’d reminded him about the eye contact earlier, hadn’t he?

“How old are you?” Wen Ruohan suddenly asked, just as Lan Qiren was taking a deep breath, having finished explaining the conference and about to launch into a discourse on the follow-up texts that had been written in the immediate aftermath.

Lan Qiren blinked, distracted by the apparent non sequitur. “Thirteen,” he said.

Wen Ruohan hummed thoughtfully. “Thirteen. Interesting.”

“Is it?” Lan Qiren asked, bemused. “I think it’s a rather boring age. I’m old enough for more chores, but not old enough to have free access to the library or go on night-hunts on my own.”

Wen Ruohan chuckled. His voice was very deep. “I was more commenting on your strength of mind, which is remarkable for your age. I do not recall the age itself,” he said, his tone a little dry. He was ancient, so it was reasonable for him to forget having been thirteen. “Has anyone ever told you about the ways in which cultivation can be used to influence the thoughts and will of others?”

Lan Qiren thought about it. “I think so? There’s a text that says that weak-willed cultivators can be swayed through external pressure wielded by a stronger person’s cultivation, and the larger the power gap between the cultivators, the more effective the influence can be…I don’t remember which text it was, though. I could look up the citation for you when we return –”

“No need. I am not in search of sources.”

Wen Ruohan probably had his own library full of sources, Lan Qiren reflected, and nodded.

“Oh, we’re here,” he said, noticing, and pointed to the flowers. “See, like I told you earlier, it has the characteristic qualities of –”

“Qiren!”

Lan Qiren flinched.

That was his brother’s voice, and he didn’t sound happy.

“Sect Leader Wen,” his brother said, striding into the clearing where they were standing and saluting in a somewhat perfunctory fashion. “I appreciate you taking the time to watch over my younger brother – please forgive him for any impertinence or insult –”

Lan Qiren’s shoulders were up by his ears and his whole face was red with shame. He hated how his brother apologized for him before he even checked whether Lan Qiren had even done anything; it was embarrassing that his brother always thought so little of him.

Maybe he wasn’t talented the way his brother was, but he wasn’t that bad, he didn’t think.

“Think nothing of it, Qingheng-jun,” Wen Ruohan was saying in return. “We were merely spending some time together. I assume the serpent demons have been taken care of?”

“Yes, they have,” Lan Qiren’s brother said. “There’s some debate regarding the disposition of the corpses, if you’d like to join in – forgive us both, but I have to take my brother back to make sure he doesn’t miss curfew.”

Curfew wasn’t for another two shichen, so Lan Qiren had no idea what his brother was talking about, but he obediently saluted Wen Ruohan and followed his brother away.

The moment they were out of view, his brother reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, squeezing far too tightly, and tugged meaningfully, glaring when Lan Qiren opened his mouth to protest.

Lan Qiren didn’t understand what his brother was trying to convey.

“Xiongzhang,” Lan Qiren started to say, and felt his lips abruptly seal together – it was the muting spell. He could break it, of course, being a member of the Lan sect as well, but his brother was his elder; he should wait patiently until he removed it. Still, he was a little indignant that his brother felt the need to use it on him. He didn’t even know what he’d done wrong!

(The glare, he thought. The glare must have been a secret message to not speak, and he’d missed it.)

His brother didn’t say anything as they got on their swords, and he didn’t let go of Lan Qiren’s wrist, either, tugging him along as if he thought Lan Qiren was stupid enough to get lost on the way home. A feeling of shame, the sensation of having made some terrible error and not having realized it again, settled in Lan Qiren’s belly and steadily got worse and worse as they traveled.

It wasn’t until they were back at the inn that was housing everyone during the night-hunt that his brother released his hand.

“You shouldn’t let yourself be alone with Sect Leader Wen,” he said, which surprised Lan Qiren – he’d expected his brother to jump straight into listing out all the ways Lan Qiren had embarrassed him at the night-hunt. He hadn’t been expecting his brother to say something like that at all.

“Why not?” he asked, and his brother glared at him. “You didn’t want to babysit me, and I was falling behind. He wanted to see the flowers –”

“He was humoring you,” his brother interrupted. “Everyone always humors you, but no one actually ever cares about whatever nonsense you’re rambling on about this week. Don’t you know that especially powerful cultivators can affect the mind of the weak-willed?”

Lan Qiren blinked. What a strange coincidence, both his brother and Sect Leader Wen mentioning the exact same thing. “Yes,” he said. “I know. In fact –”

“I don’t want to hear another one of your stupid citations,” his brother said, cutting him off, and making Lan Qiren feel stupid and resentful again – he hadn’t even been about to cite anything! “Anyone who’s ever met you can figure out that you’re little better than a half-wit, all right? Wen Ruohan is a petty person, capable of anything, even only on a whim. Don’t spend time alone with him. Consider it another rule.”

“You don’t have the authority to make rules!”

“Do not disrespect your elders,” his brother snapped, and Lan Qiren bowed his head, acknowledging the point. “Now do me a favor and stay here until the conference is over – I should be back with the rest of them, acting in Father’s place as the sects divide up the spoils. I can’t believe I’m here taking care of you again instead.”

Lan Qiren wrung his hands together. He hadn’t intended anything like that. “Xiongzhang –”

“Have I made myself clear?”

“…yes, xiongzhang.”

“Good.” His brother was on his sword and flying back towards the forest before Lan Qiren could even blink. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye.

Lan Qiren supposed he didn’t have to. It wasn’t like Lan Qiren was going anywhere.

At least, not yet. He was already thirteen – less than ten years and he’d be advanced enough to go anywhere he liked, to be a traveling musician and cultivator the way he’d always planned. He’d be able to help people and spend time with anyone he liked, or not spend time with anyone at all if he didn’t feel like it, and there would be nothing his brother could do to stop him.

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Best Draco/Hermione Fics Dramione Shippers Read in 2020

A few days ago, I asked you what were the best Dramione fics you'd read in 2020. Here's the huge list of your excellent recs (in alphabetical order):

A Creature Most Unusual by JMilz: Draco Malfoy is on a mission. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger catches him in the act. When she sees that he has adopted a rather unusual magical creature, she becomes determined to make sure he takes care of it. Little does she know, the animal may hold her key to eternal glory . . . and a whirlwind romance. M, 9 Chapters, 24,460 Words

A Little More Alive, Far Less Lost by MGL_Dramione_Lover: After Draco's post-war trial, he finds himself attending his 8th year at Hogwarts with Hermione. As remorse and acceptance replace anger and hate, the old enemies begin a friendship that sparks into much more than they ever hoped for. Hermione's goal as Head Girl is to banish old prejudices and unite the school while Draco's only wish is to become a man worthy of her love. M, 22 Chapters, 84,823

A New Light by mithrilstarlight: Draco spent six years doing his best to keep his head down. Then he runs into Hermione Granger. Turns out, they actually have a lot in common.Chapters posted M/W/F. T, 18 Chapters, 33,876 Words

A Second Look by RiverWriter: Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look. M, 30 Chapters, 127,243 Words

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman: In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark. E, 31 Chapters, 119,755 Words

All the Wrong Things by LovesBitca8: Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series. E, 24 Chapters, 160,297 Words

All You Want by senlinyu: Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. E, 36 Chapters, 172,651

apples & cream by LovesBitca8: She could have taken her things and gone through his Floo without a word. She could have ignored him on Monday morning, as though last night had been no more than a fever dream and too much Firewhisky. But she’d come back to bed. Inspired by the lovely NikitaJuice's "apples & cream." E, 1 Chapter, 1,426 Words

Beginning and End by mightbewriting: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope. E, 48 Chapters, 242,100 Words

Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19: Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer. T, WIP

Bending Light by scullymurphy: Draco Malfoy was in exile, though they called it protection. It was the summer after sixth year and he'd taken Dumbledore's offer, defected to the other side and been sent away to a small town in Italy for his troubles. No magic, few rules, and not a lot to do - until Hermione Granger showed up. M, WIP

Break for me by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE _______________ "-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress.” _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... E, 7 Chapters, 45,107 Words

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes. E, 51 Chapters, 148,908 Words

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc: Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting. E, WIP

Calendar Boys by anne_ammons, Nadiapolyakova (Rijaya83): She had thrown out the idea on a lark, but now Hermione Granger was tasked with bringing the charity calendar to life. What was one more thing on her list? An art/writing collaboration between nadiapolyakova and anne_ammons - twelve photos and a piece of the story behind them. M, WIP

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood: "He could smell her. Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him." E, 27 Chapters, 58,081 Words

Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights by bexchan: One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos. Dramione. EWE. Memory fic. M, WIP

Difficult by provocative envy: COMPLETE: "I should," I repeated. "But I don't want to." And then he smiled, and I was wrecked. HG/DM. M, 30 Chapters, 87,041 Words

Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm: It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step. There is Wolfsbane in his tea. E, WIP

Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by monsterleadmehome: She scoffs. “If you must know, he ‘elected’ me because he thinks our shared animosity will keep you in check. He’s also not worried about you trying to shag me as a distraction.” He leans back, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister. His eyes rove over her from crown to toe and back. She lifts her chin and tries not to shiver. “Well, he’s right about that.” Lucius Malfoy hires Hermione Granger to whip his son into shape so he can find a pure-blood bride and receive his inheritance. What could go wrong? E, 10 Chapters, 48,092 Words

Draco's Gift by TriDogMom: Draco gives Hermione a gift because of an instructional YouTube video. M, 1 Chapter, 1,705 Words

Dragon in the Dark by GracefulLioness: The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him. E, 31 Chapters, 164,782 Words

For a Present Under the Tree by grace_lou_freebush: When Draco and Hermione eloped, the Wizarding World turned against them. Hermione is stuck in a low level, low paying Ministry job with no hope of upward movement. Draco can't even convince someone to hire him. Now, it's Christmas, and Draco knows Hermione deserves the world - or at the least a Christmas gift. He finds the perfect hair comb to replace the horrid Muggle brush she's been making due with, and he'll do anything to afford the paltry present so he can have something to put under the Christmas tree for his wife. Making a beeline for the jewelry box containing the hair combs, Draco rifled through them, landing on an ivory comb with queen anne rose carvings and gold filigree detailing. He brought it to the startled shopkeeper and set it down gently. Pulling his sixth generation Malfoy heirloom pocket watch from his coat, he shoved it in the wizard's face without second guessing himself. "I would like to make an exchange." E, 1 Chapter, 10,141 Words

Fortuitous by MrsRen: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need. M, 13 Chapters, 93,695 Words

Fuck, Marry, Avada by Lilian_Silver: Some years after the war, the gang meets up at the Leaky to play a silly game, with very real consequences. E, 1 Chapter, 3,106 Words

Give Me An Hour by RZZMG: As the war continues to rage on around them, Hermione Granger decides to seduce fellow Order Member, Draco Malfoy, one night while at Grimmauld Place... and everything between them changes after that. Fic follows the "five times" trope, and is dedicated to raspberryjukebox. One-shot. A/U-Extended War scenario. Dramione. Drama-Romance-Hot Shag! COMPLETE! M, 1 Chapter, 3,251 Words

Good Girl by arabellaleyes: Hermione is tired of their normal routine in the bedroom. What will happen when she asks Draco to spice things up? One-shot. Complete. M, 1 Chapter, 9,000 Words

Hindsight by floorcoaster: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes. T, 12 Chapters, 167,694 Words

How to Love Thy Neighbour by WhatSoMalfoy: After her relationship with Ron falls apart, Hermione attempts to juggle a personal muggle life with a professional wizarding one. After encountering her high school nemesis in the most unlikely place, Hermione adds another ball to the juggling mix. M, 14 Chapters, 41,992 Words

How to Move On by longdistance: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on. M, WIP

Hydrotherapy by eilonwy: Draco finds a trip to the showers after playing Quidditch... enlightening. E, 2 Chapters, 7,163 Words

I Choose You by melanoradrood: At the end of Fifth Year, Hermione finds out why It is that none have approached her with a Marital Contract, the only way she can remain in the Wizarding World after Graduation. It has already been signed by her Magical Guardian, someone she has never met - she is to be the next Lady Malfoy. A year and a half later, she is a married witch, but still, Draco Malfoy, who had chosen her above all others, had not spoken of it. In fact, they barely spoke at all. And when trouble heads their way, Hermione means to change that. Really, she means to change a lot of things. E, 5 Chapters, 24,527 Words

Isolation by Bex-chan: He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Now complete with epilogue. M, 49 Chapters, 284,050 Words

It Happened in Egypt by bionically: Wandless in Egypt: Draco's stranded in Egypt, but luckily, there's a Granger in sight. Now, if only he could be prevented from strangling her. Fun times abroad: It was supposed to be a leisurely solo trip down the Nile. Hermione didn't factor in one blond man from her past and all his drama. Then, of course, there's the fact that everyone's after him. Much hilarity ensues. Maybe. *** A rom-com adventure/mystery featuring two unwilling partners on the run from Lucius Malfoy, alien-hunters, Muggle police, and local wizards engaged in a civil war. T, WIP

Love and Other Misfortunes by senlinyu: Draco Malfoy is dying. He's part-Veela and needs his mate to survive. Post-war, Hermione Granger is a workaholic, up to her eyeballs in legal activism on behalf of Magical Beings, and hasn't yet noticed that Malfoy is the Magical Being who needs her most. “Because I don’t want to be saved by you just because you feel like you have to.” He was properly furious now. “I’m in love with you." Hermione stared at him. She knew but somehow hearing him say it made the air shimmer with magic. "I’m in love with you,” he said again, despairingly. “And that means I want you to be as happy as you possibly can. And you won’t be, not with me.” M, 23 Chapters, 98,584 Words 

Manacled by senlinyu: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.Now illustrated by Avendell. E, 77 Chapters, 370,473 Words

Measure Of A Man by inadaze22: To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man. E, WIP

Meet the Malfoys by raven_maiden: 4 Works, 21, 442 Words

of flavoured names and coloured sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation): "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him."In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione's moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name. E, 2 Chapters, 10,351

Once Upon a Night by longdistance: One night will change everything. M, 17 Chapters, 57,444 Words

One and Done by PacificRimbaud: Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it. What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables. Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done. E, 4 Chapters, 35,011 Words

Our shared silence by Vofastudum: She wakes up one morning and everyone is just gone, vanished like they never existed at all. Everyone but Him. And in this silent solitude, he's all she has. Hermione and Draco alone in empty castle. Mystery and a plot twist you didn't see coming! EDITED 10/2020 M, 17 Chapters, 40,149 Words

Pinned by bionically: Draco doesn't know what he's expecting when he follows Blaise down a dark alley, but it certainly isn't this. For a man with an addictive personality, this isn't going to turn out well. Assigned trope: Voyeurism *** Or, a chance encounter with a frizzy-haired witch from his misbegotten past in the last place anyone should have expected to see her sets Draco's disordered life on its ear. The path to redemption is truly paved with unexpected surprises. E, 20 Chapters, 110,886 Words

Really Sell It by RoseHarperMaxwell: Draco's having a rough eighth year, and Hermione's going to make it better for him. "Well, it’s clear what needs to happen.” She gripped his chin, tilting his head to make sure she hadn’t missed any injuries, before looking straight into his eyes. “You’re my boyfriend now.” *Featuring fake dating, exhibitionism, and sex-positive Hermione Granger. Submission for Farewell to Summer: The 31 Flavors of Smut Fest. E, 1 Chapters, 7,612 Words

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19: How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore? E, 51 Chapters, 312,315 Words

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox: Following the devastation of the Battle of Hogwarts, The Wizarding Population Growth Act is put into effect. All witches and wizards will be matched with their most compatible partner. Failure to comply will not be tolerated. Survival is key. Hermione reminds herself of this. Survival. She can fix this, if only she can survive. The war has made this a task she is equipped for. Marrying Draco Malfoy will hardly be the worst thing she's ever endured. M, WIP

Ring A Ring O' Roses by Gallivant: Dark Magic, Dark Wizards and a mysterious and deadly Dark Flux, which, in the wrong hands, has the terrifying potential to mass-murder Muggles and Muggle-borns ... It’s been fourteen years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the Wizarding World is settled, stable and seemingly safe… Hermione Weasley has it all: a loving family, a successful career - and happiness… of sorts. But a series of unexpected events is about to turn her life upside-down, threatening those she loves, fatally undermining the peace between worlds that has prevailed for centuries … changing life as she knows it, possibly forever. If working with Draco Malfoy was the last thing Hermione Weasley ever wanted, falling for your enemy was the least expected. A quest to thwart a magical weapon of mass destruction has devastating consequences. A race to save the world, becomes a race to save themselves… M, 65 Chapters, 527,141 Chapters

Set Fire to the Rain by HarleyQuinn1317: What happens when the one you're destined for is the last person you should ever be with... When the Ministry of Magic asks for volunteers for their Marriage Initiative, Hermione Granger must come to terms with the one terrible deed she committed during the Second Wizarding War. Can she find it in her heart to forgive herself and finally learn to let love in? E, WIP

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll: Hermione didn't escape from the war unscathed, and when she finally decides on a solution to her problems she's left to explore it on her own. A chance encounter with Draco Malfoy sets her world on it's head and leads her down a path towards healing that she would never have anticipated. E, 18 Chapters, 65,079 Words

The Art of Seating Etiquette by inadaze22: Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley. E, 1 Chapter, 9,734 Words

The Auction by LovesBitca8: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. E, 41 Chapters, 325,702 Words

The Binding by Curly_Kay: “Okay, what we know so far.” Hermione listed, "One, our magic is drawing us together. Two, we can use each other’s wands. Three, there were actual sparks when you touched me."After an infant binding ritual magically joins Hermione and Draco to counteract the Black family blood curse, they must navigate the secret binding through their years together at Hogwarts. E, 35 Chapters, 175,451 Words

The Carnal Club by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm.... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ...The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. E, 8 Chapters, 43,306 Words

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by Speechwriter (batmansymbol): The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix. T, WIP

The Erised Effect by Ada_P_Rix: Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... E, 13 Chapters, 88,852 Words

The Fallout by everythursday: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy. E, 49 Chapters, 310,229 Words

The Figures of Figuring Out by Vofastudum: You were the biggest riddle in my life. You were the one I couldn't figure out. You were the only thing I couldn't find a pattern to. You were something I couldn't look up from any book. Unwritten, with no instructions. And I was used to finding solutions! Post-war eight-year secret romance. Edited 12/2020 M, 13 Chapters, 26,951 Words

The Flat in Bath by Ada_P_Rix: Loosely inspired by 365 Days...-- Malfoy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. “Don’t you dare, Granger...” He told her roughly as his intense gaze bored into her own. “I fucking forbid you to come until I’ve had enough of you...” Draco caught her cheeks now between the fingers of his free hand and then snapped her head to the side and licked her earlobe, trailing down to her jawline. “...one flutter of those delicious walls of yours and you’re going to wish you never opened your legs for me.” -- __________________ Hermione is kidnapped during a raid and taken captive by someone who doesn't plan on 'torturing' her in the conventional way... E, WIP

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon: The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE! M, 81 Chapters, 271,830 Words

The Library of Alexandria by senlinyu: The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather—novel. E, 6 Chapters, 26,383 Words

The List by AureliaBlack90: After her divorce, Hermione decides to get out of town to recover from the pain of her lost relationship and the miscarriage she suffered a year previously. She arrives in the Cotswolds depressed and aimless but compiles a list of things to do that she hopes will help her get back on her feet. In the midst of her journey to find healing she keeps running into Draco Malfoy, who is nothing like she remembered him. He invites her into his world, and Hermione finds exactly what she was looking for - in the place she least expected it. E, 10 Chapters, 70,526 Words

The Manuscript by alexandra_emerson: Five 1/2 years after the war, in the middle of a big fight with Draco, Hermione finds a manuscript. It’s a retelling of her and Draco’s love story, written by him. She never realized how much he was struggling before she read his words. Snippet: I could spend my whole life apologizing to you Hermione, and it would never be enough. Post-war, angst-filled Dramione with a happy ending. M, 21 Chapters, 154,918 Words

The Memory of You by PotionChemist: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fell in love against all odds, but there was one big problem — he was already married. Pressured, Hermione does something she promised herself she would never do again and erases their affair from his memory. Completely devastated, she avoids seeing Draco or the Malfoys at all costs. But is their love too strong? Are they inevitable? What will happen if he finds out about their previous relationship? E, WIP

The Mountain and The Sea by AlexisDanaan: Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git. Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OOC, creature!fic. E, 12 Chapters, 40,441 Words

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae: The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” M, 15 Chapters, 45,807 Words

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale: Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts.... Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven't talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can't. T, 111 Chapters, 237,745 Words

The Potioneers by omnenomnom: They need each other unfortunately. Hermione has tricked Draco under her tutelage, arrogant attitude and all. But she would be simple to think he would accept it quietly. They have both have secrets to hide, old wounds better left to fester, and a world full of mermaids, dragons, and magic to explore. T, 53 Chapters, 196,559 Words

The Pretense by Colubrina: Voldemort died, but the Death Eaters live on. Hermione Granger traded herself to Draco Malfoy in exchange for safe passage for core Order members. Now he's pretending to love her, Narcissa is pretending to believe that, and Hermione is walking a tightrope behind enemy lines as she figures out what is going on. Unfortunately, people fall off tightropes. (no non-con) T, 50 Chapters, 108,164 Words

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8: Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl. E, 36 Chapters, 174,911 Words

The Seven Year Witch by TheLastLynx: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together? A Dramione story about growing up and changing perspective, told along - and in-between - the lines of canon. M, WIP

Thirty Times Lucky by galfoy: "Granger, I can't hire you on any longer," Draco said. Hermione stared at him. Losing her job might actually mean losing the War, and she had to bargain, but there was literally nothing she had that he would want. Or was there? M, 2 Chapters, 7,128 Words

Traditions by raven_maiden: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.” ** Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles. E, 14 Chapters, 68,767 Words

Waifs and Strays by Kyonomiko: War leaves a lot of orphans in its wake. Hermione is one, by her own hand, and she struggles with the realities of her situation. When she finds an orphaned familiar, it seems meant to be, giving and receiving comfort helping to heal her fractured heart. Unfortunately, the animal is actually a wizard, and he has his own issues. M, 31 Chapters, 118,152 Words

What You Think Is Right by icepower55: Six years after the war, Hermione parents are dying and her marriage to Draco is crumbling. Nothing seems logical in her life anymore. Her healer tells her to start writing about it, so she does, as a way to figure things out, and remind herself along the way. Hell is proximity without intimacy -Dante's Inferno M, WIP

When the Bell Tolls by everythursday: As a Dark revival begins to rise four years after the war, Hermione Granger is placed on the assignment of putting an end to them – and her first task is to recruit the Ministry's best hope and last option in the form of Draco Malfoy. E, 20 Chapters, 148,033 Words

Wreck by JMilz: Serving as Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger is finally at the peak of her career. With a beautiful family, a successful book, and the public on her side, her life should be a fairytale. Unfortunately, there is trouble in paradise, and when Draco Malfoy pays her a visit, she begins recalling their history and questioning her marriage. The reality is: every relationship is hard. M, 53 Chapters, 187,992 Words

Thanks to every person who contributed (I hope I've mentioned everyone. If not, let me know. 😊): @certified-arsehole @fedonciadale kiwim22 @really-sad-devil-guy endless-musings @headfullofnargles @pinksunsets-world @rosseliz01 @dramioneden @all-consuming @elricsister @injailoutsoon12 reclusivebird @mariakov81 @notthatchhavi @mordanbooqs @haaatch @hpsassenach @ybaeby @farmgirl-in @coyg-81 @eiramrelyat metterschling-plus-two @a-maidens-fantasy @sansacat @vofastudum @lexayeon @1800-rewrite @aneiria-writes @anonymouslydramione 

It took much longer to compile this list than I thought it would. Hopefully, I didn’t skip anything. 🙈

Happy New Year. May it be better than the previous one and full of great Dramione fics and fanarts! 🥳🥳🥳

And here’s the 2019 list: https://dramioneficrecommendations.tumblr.com/post/190216354767/what-is-the-best-dramione-fic-you-read-in-2019

#dramione #Draco Malfoy #Hermione Granger #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp fandom #fic rec #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dramioneficrecommendations #2020

[chinchilla-7]

A Show for One

I have Danny Johnson brainrot so I ended up writing something that ended up being a fair-length fic so... now I’m posting it here.

Summary: You’ve been in the entity’s realm for enough time now that you needed some alone time. However, you were quick to learn that you weren’t actually alone.

Pairing: Ghostface/Danny Johnson x Reader (GN pronouns - afab, though)

This is n/s/f/w, so no minors. Pussy and clit used to reference the reader’s genitalia. 

Words: 2.3k

You'd been in this place for long enough to understand it all. Well, more like understand as much as you were supposed to: there were survivors like yourself paired against killers over and over again. You were meant to get out of trials by completing generators and avoiding the killer. You had gotten pretty good at it, too. But that didn't make this place any better.

The campfire was your only time for peace. Thankfully, you weren't alone there - the other survivors provided great company, but that's where it ended for your relationship with them all. It felt like you were just close because you were all in the same shitty situation. You weren't sure if you would've been close with any of them if you met outside this place. Oh well, it's only something you could speculate.

Though, this kind of forced relationship you felt you had with the other survivors meant that you didn't really feel you clicked with any of them. Sure, they were pleasant to be around, and they helped make everything more bearable, but that's where it ended. And you, well, there were other aspects of yourself that you needed to attend to, and you weren't entirely keen on the idea of any of the others around you helping with that.

That's what led you here, leaned up against one of the many trees, a fair distance away from the warmth of the fire. Not far enough to upset the entity, but far enough where you knew none of the other survivors would find you.

Your hand teased the waistband of your pants. Despite being alone, you still felt nervous to do this. You weren't one to do this kind of thing outside - it was meant for the privacy of your own home. But you didn't have that luxury anymore, so you had to make due with what you had. Still, the dirt and twigs you sat on was less than arousing.

Finally, you slip your hand under your clothes, a sigh leaving your lips as the much wanted contact was made to your clit. A smile tugged at your lips as you teased yourself, your fingers moving slow and gentle as you relaxed into your own touch. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing.

You eventually started moving your fingers faster, letting your eyes fall shut as you teased around your hole. You were in no rush; as long as the entity didn't call you to a trail, you could be as long as you wanted. You were sure that none of the other survivors would notice your absence - they'd probably assume you were in a trial.

As you continued, you started to get a little louder: nothing extreme, just a few whimpers and gasps as you played with yourself. You even started to forget where you were. It was pleasant: imagining you were in bed with someone teasing you as you were teasing yourself. It was almost like a little escape.

The fantasy was quickly broken, however, when you heard a stick or twig snap close in front of you. Your hand froze and legs closed as your eyes opened to see what the noise was. You found your answer immediately.

You had an audience.

A white mask stared at you a few feet away. The man behind it is quiet, save for the twig breaking. Had he done it on purpose? How long had he even been watching you? Why was he even here? There were a lot of things going through your mind. 

One thing you definitely felt was fear. Sure, this was outside a trial, so you were pretty certain that he couldn't actually do anything without displeasing the entity. So you were safe - at least, you hoped you were. But it still didn't explain what he was doing here.

The silence was finally broken by him, who let out a small chuckle. He must have been enjoying your little panic.

"Don't stop on my account."

You felt your face run red. You'd never really heard a killer speak and you definitely haven't heard Ghostface speak before. His voice was attractive, you had to admit. But you didn't really know what to do - he wanted you to keep going, that was for sure, but you weren't sure if you could do it.

"I, uh- I don't- this is, uh-" you tried, not even sure what you wanted to say. It didn't matter, because he cut you off with another low chuckle.

"Ah, a shy one, are we?" He teased, voice practically a purr as he moved a little closer. It somehow made you even redder.

Did you continue? Part of you wanted to. Not being able to see Ghostface's face made it easier to rationalize continuing for an audience. He didn't make any more moves; it seemed he was waiting for you.

So, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you continued.

Your fingers went back to teasing your clit, starting a few steps back to work your way back up. This time, however, you were quieter, doing your best to suppress any noises you wanted to make.

This seemed to slightly annoy the other. He spoke again. "Awh, you were making such good noises before. What happened? No one's gonna hear. Well… except for me, but that's the point," he encouraged.

Despite the fact you were still biting your bottom lip, you caved to his request. Moving past whimpering to moan softly. That seemed to really get his attention. He perked up, being more attentive to you. The feeling of being observed made you stare down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes - or, rather, the black eyes of the mask he wore.

He let this go, as you kept making noise for him - or, you meant you just kept making noise. It wasn't for him, he just said it was okay.

After a bit more time of teasing, you finally slipped a finger inside yourself. It made you gasp, and that's when Ghostface's patience seemed to run a little short.

"Look at me," he said, the words a clear demand, "I want to see you fuck yourself."

If at some point, the redness of your checks died down, they were red again from those words. And as much as you wanted to keep avoiding any eye contact, you felt that you couldn't not listen to him. So, slowly, you brought your eyes back to the mask.

"What a good little thing you are," he praised, and you could hear the smile in his voice. This was getting you off more than you'd care to admit. You just simply nodded in response.

You continued to finger yourself, having moved up to three fingers by now. But, even with everything, you couldn't get off. Your moans developing into desperate whimpers. Ghostface seemed to notice.

Slowly, he moved closer to you. "Need a hand?" He asked, a gloved hand trailing up your leg starting at your ankle. He was moving slowly - giving you time to say no? You couldn't be sure, but it was either that, or just another layer to his teasing ways.

As a way to say yes, you took your hand out of your pants, giving Ghostface room for his hand. You weren't too sure what to do with your hand now that it was covered with your wetness. Though, it seemed you didn't have to make that decision.

"Lick it clean for me."

Another demand. This time it was clear that the action was for him and not just because you were masturbating. You were hesitant, but you brought your fingers to your mouth, the taste of yourself covering your tongue.

Ghostface let out a happy little hum. "You're such a sweet doll, aren't you?" You tutted, not looking for an answer as he slipped his hand into your pants.

The feeling of the leather on your pussy made you moan around your fingers. It was a new sensation; one you immediately fell in love with. You bucked your hips, trying to roll them with his fingers. The sudden desperation made him chuckle again, seemingly amused with you.

Even though he took over, it felt like he was doing less than you had been. The moans and whispers you let out were borderline frustrated at this point as you took your fingers out of your mouth to leverage yourself so you could move your hips to get better friction. But Ghostface was moving too slow. Then it clicked.

He was waiting for you.

You eyed the mask, now close enough that if it were brighter, you could probably see the man's eyes. Lucky for him, it was too dark for that. But you had a feeling that he knows you realized his game. You were shy, of course he wanted you to tell him what you wanted. You had to bite the bullet.

"Please Ghostface, I-"

You were cut off: "Danny."

The suddenness shocked you. It was a correction: he told you his name. Or, what you assumed to be his name. You nodded, trying again.

"Danny, please. I- I need more. Faster. Anything. Please."

It worked. You felt his fingers push into you, causing you to let out a surprised moan louder than you would've liked. The leather against your walls heightened the pleasure of it all so you couldn't help it. You just hoped that you were far enough away from the campfire that no one else heard.

Though, that's where Danny stopped. Sure, he was still moving his fingers, but it was still too slow for your tastes. "Danny, c'mon," you pleaded, rolling your hips again in hopes that it'd help.

"C'mon what?" He asked, curling his fingers in just a way that had you writhing already.

"M-more- I need it. Please." Unfortunately for you, your mind had gotten a little foggy so being articulate was not a current strength of yours.

So, Danny simply added another finger. Sure, it was 'more', so you got what you asked, but you didn't get what you wanted because he was still going too slow. It made you shake your head.

"No. Faster, please," you managed to say, and Danny hummed in realization, as if he didn't already know what you wanted.

"Ooh, why didn't you just say so?" He asked, his fingers now moving at a more bearable pace.

It made you relax against the tree, finally getting what you needed. Your breathing was laboured, and you stopped worrying about the chance of someone hearing as you moaned and cursed around his fingers.

Danny seemed to be done with the teasing. He added a third finger and picked up the pace once again. You felt yourself getting close, causing you to reach out for him. You wanted to hold onto something that wasn't the dirt under you.

It was so much. It felt so good, but it was so much. “Fuck- please, Danny,” you weren’t really sure whether you were asking him to continue or to stop. But, again, Danny made that decision for you.

“Danny, I’m- ah- fuck,” you tried, but it was hard to get a sentence out when there was someone as good as Danny finger fucking you. Though, Danny must have gotten the message because he leaned in close to your ear.

“That’s it, come for me, doll,” he growled, and it was more than enough to push you over the edge. With a cry, your hips stuttered as you came, but Danny kept his ruthless pace, causing tears to form in your eyes.

He pulled his hand out from your pants, the leather glove now coated. The sight made you turn red again, as if you weren’t already red as is. He used his clean hand to move his mask a tad, and at first, you thought he was going to show his face. But, instead, he brought his original hand up and it disappeared behind the mask.

Oh. That’s what he was doing.

After a moment, he let out a pleased hum. “I knew you’d taste sweet,” he said, and while you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking.

It made you pull away, embarrassed. So much so that you found yourself looking away again. This time he didn’t say anything, which you were happy for. You needed the moment to regain some composure. Once you were ready, you looked back, opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out when you saw that he was gone.

You felt a tad upset. But you supposed that you can’t expect the world from a killer in the entity realm. Still, you thought he would’ve stayed for a little longer after. You sighed, leaning back against the tree for a few minutes as you replayed the event that had just occurred in your head. It was pretty eventful, to say the least. And it left you with a lot of thoughts and emotions. But one stood out in particular.

How long had Danny been wanting to do that?

He mentioned that he knew you’d taste sweet, and while that can just be something he assumed during that run in, it felt like it had been a stronger yearning than just that. It itched at your brain, but you couldn’t exactly ask since he wasn’t here anymore. So, you had to just accept, like most things around here, that you don’t get an answer.

After a few more moments, you pushed yourself off the ground, your legs sore from both sitting on the ground and your orgasm. You groaned - something you’d have to deal with for a bit before the entity ‘heals’ you. You brushed yourself off, heading back to the faint glow of the campfire.

You hoped you’d get a trial with Danny soon.

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface #dbd ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #dbd #my writing #nsft

[sovtwords]

a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

- - - - - - - -

Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady  looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

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Cedric Diggory NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

A/N: I’m gonna be working on more headcannon stuff like this, so follow me if you want to see them when they are posted!

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL SEX (F RECIEVING), MENTIONS OF PUBLIC SEX, 18+ ONLY

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Ced won’t hesitate to clean his partner up. Just a warm rag and quick wipe. Sometimes Ced will pass out as soon as he hits the mattress, but most times he’ll hold his naked body to yours and talk until you fall asleep. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of your body is your lips, for sure. He loves to watch them wrap around things, even when you put his finger into your mouth it drives him mental. His favorite part of himself is hands, he has fairly large hands so everything in them looks small. He loves that when he holds your waist its like his hands were meant to be there. Not to mention his long fingers, one hand can do so many wonders. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I honestly don’t see him as someone who loves anything to do with cum. He would be more than happy to wear a condom while you’re dating, because that way he can make sure you enjoy it without the worries of unprotected sex. I also can see him not wanting to go raw because so many things could go wrong, but if you’re on birth control he will definitely be persuaded to pull out. Once he pulls out the first time he is utterly hooked and loves cumming on your stomach while you lay there on your back, looking all fucked out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not to say that Cedric secretly wants to explore public sex, however I am saying every time you two go out hes thinking of railing you in an alley against a brick wall. He loves public affection in a sfw way so I think he would be eager to explore nsfw public stuff. Now this all being said, he doesn’t ask you for a long time though, until you’re walking home from the shops and he starts to kiss you because god you look so gorgeous in the soft lighting, and then the kiss gets more intense. Then, he basically says fuck it and asks you if he can eat you out on the wall.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like I said in Cedrics headcannon post, I doubt he lost his virginity with anyone other than Cho when they were maddly in love. When he meets you he wants to be nothing less than perfect. When things started to get serious in your relationship he swallowed his pride and looked up sex tips because he was worried he wasn’t experienced enough. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. No doubt about it. He loves how accessible it is for you, he can rub your clit, he can be chest to chest and thrust into you, he can be hypnotized by your perfect tits, it has everything. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Theres times where he kills the moment because he makes a joke in between thrusts, but more often than not hes got his head in the game. It will always start of playful and innocent with Cedric, but as soon as hands start roaming, he gets focused on the task at hand.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t shaven, but tidy for sure. Just a nice little bit at the base and he’s groomed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cedric loves nothing more than to brush the hair out of your face and stare into your eyes while your blissed out. Also he loves kissing and touching even before clothes come off. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I can see Cedric having a pretty high sex drive and sometimes you have to tap out for the night because your body can only take so much, so he’ll for sure be rubbing one out in the bathroom as soon as you fall asleep. He doesn’t mind of course, he’d rather you be comfortable even if that means he has to jerk off in the shower to the memory of twenty minutes prior.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I thoroughly believe that Cedric Diggory has a praise kink. He loves nothing more than growling “So fucking perfect, my perfect fucking girl” into your ear during sex. I also think he has a roleplay kink, because you dressed up as a nurse for halloween and he was in another dimension.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As I said previously, Cedric likes the idea of walls. However, I think he much prefers the bed or floor of your room. It just feels like you two are the only ones in the world and he cant deny how much of an angel you look like while surrounded by his soft white sheets. He would settle for a car, but your home is much better.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kissing is his number one movement to start things off, so I think just kissing him would make him ready to go. I can see him having a thing for lip biting, especially when you’re reading or doing some other innocent task.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If its something you don’t like, he won’t ever do it. He draws the line at bodily injury and excretory body fluids, Cedrics not hardcore like that. Wouldn’t mind choking you but he could never slap you or hurt you in any other way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cedric prefers giving, he feels bad because he takes so long to finish so he always leaves it up to you. He is an absolute got at eating coochie though, he pays attention to what you do and don’t like. And he would honestly eat you out anywhere. Like sometimes he just drops to his knees and hikes your leg up. His eyes when he looks up at you tho....fuck.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the moment but I think most of the time he’s sensual and slow. He wants the world to stop and for it to only be your bodies moving in sync with each other, and especially so he can look into your eyes while he gets you closer and closer to orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves the whole rose petal romantic 2 hour long sex thing but will rip off your underwear in a closet to eat you out if he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He only takes risks by asking about something. He would always get your consent before anything else happens, so he knows worst you could do is say no. That being said, if you ask him 97% of the time he’s on board. Public sex took some convincing but he was in love with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I just think he’s ready to eat pussy 24/7 despite how hard he is. He’s horny all the time (in spirit if not physically) so I think he would go for multiple rounds. Though he will eventually get tired in one position, so you end up switching through 50 different positions in the span of the hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toys Cedric uses on his partner are handcuffs at most. He prefers to use his skill because after all, he’s the one who should be making you feel that good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cedric isn’t the tease, you are. He wants you but simply can’t take you from behind during potions class, so he rests his hand on your thigh. He secretly loves how cocky you get, and secretly you love how turned on he is from your legs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Listen to me: breathy moans. He’ll get so close to your ear and start whisper-moaning the most risque words. But, volume wise he’s quiet and he prefers it that way. He never wants to drown out the pretty mewls you make because of his fingers and cock.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He eats pussy that way iykyk. I’m glad every fic writer agrees that Ced is a pussy conesiour, because he loves grabbing your hips and pulling you down closer on his tongue, thats non negotiable. He probably has the strongest tongue in the world.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He thought he was small until he met you and was like “Sorry, I’m not that impressive 😔” then pulled out 6 inches of cervix shattering dick. Its thick too, but not like the porn-type thick, like it fits in your hand comfortably and fills you up perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said: Always horny. Every time he watches you bite your lip he’s got a million things he wants to do to you in a broom closet.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would rather watch you fall asleep even if that meant he never slept. But once he knows you’re sleeping, he wraps his body around yours with his chin on your shoulder and falls asleep. Prefect rooms= naked naps.

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