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Flashbang
Chapter 4 - BAD LUCK!
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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 /
Pairing: OPLA Buggy x f!Reader
Synopsis: No good deed goes unpunished, right?
Word Count: 7.2k
Notes: I have a spotify playlist that all of the chapter titles come from + what I listen to while I write this if you are curious- Flashbang
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“You're not like me, I'm not like you. I'm not who these things happen to And that's exactly what you say before it catches up to you Before you play with knives and find yourself in two”
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“Come in,” Crina called within seconds of your nervous knocking at her door. You opened it and stepped in. 
“Good morning, Crina,” you said, forcing a smile past your exhaustion. “I was wondering-”
“-if I had anything for the captain’s hangover,” Crina finished for you with a knowing smile. 
“He had a lot to drink last night.”
“Of course,” Crina said, turning around to look through her bottles. “What about you?”
“I’m alright, thank you.” In truth, a sharp sort of headache had poked itself deep into the left side of your head, a reminder of your late night. Running on only a few hours of sleep was uncomfortable, but it would get easier throughout the day. You just had to keep going. 
“I saw some of your show last night,” she said in a would-be casual way. 
You winced. Last night, Captain Buggy had been laughing, but it wasn’t as funny as it was humiliating. Maybe that’s why it was funny. 
“You don’t have to let him embarrass you like that,” Crina told you, turning around with a bottle in hand. 
“It wasn’t that bad,” you said awkwardly, not meeting her eye.
“If you can’t set boundaries now, you might not get the chance later.”
“It’s fine,” you told her. “I didn’t mind, really.” 
Crina gave you a hard look, but she let it pass, handing you the bottle. “Give him two of these and make sure he drinks plenty of water with his breakfast.”
“I know,” you said, putting it in your pocket. “Thank you, Crina. I’ll bring this back later.”
“Keep them, I’m sure you’ll need them again.”
“Right,” you said, nodding. “Thank you.”
Your next stop was to the galley where you approached the intimidating cook—whose name, you had learned, was Gorr—to ensure that Captain Buggy’s got a proper breakfast. Eggs, coffee, fresh fruit, and bread. It was strange to think the tray was piled with goods stolen from Barley Village, from the people you had known all of your life. But that thought led nowhere good, so you dropped it.
There was a chance you were overpreparing, that Captain Buggy’s hangover wouldn’t be as severe as you feared, but you wanted to be braced for anything. He was awfully drunk last night. Drunk enough, you hoped, that he wouldn’t remember much of what he said. 
Balancing the tray against your hip, you knocked on his door, although you weren’t surprised to get no answer. You had to wake him up every morning. So you unlocked the door, using your back to shut it behind you, and set the heavy tray on the table before gingerly approaching the divide between the anteroom and bedroom. 
Buggy laid on his stomach in a sprawl across his bed, his cheek smushed into the pillow and his limbs stretched to all four corners. To your great relief, you didn’t see or smell any vomit. The only noticeable changes were that he’d removed his pants at some point—though, thankfully, not his underwear—and emptied the cup of water. 
“Captain Buggy?” you said. “Captain Buggy, I’m sorry, but I think… It’s time to wake up.”
He groaned, flopping an arm over his head. You frowned. He would most certainly get angry if you were too pushy, but you had a feeling that if you let him sleep in too late, he’d also blame you. 
“I brought you breakfast, Captain Buggy,” you told him. “If you don’t eat it soon, it’ll get cold.”
He mumbled something that sounded a bit like ‘I don’t give a shit.’
“Captain Buggy,” you said, tentatively touching his shoulder, “you’ll be upset later if you don’t wake up now.” 
He groaned, almost growled, with irritation, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. For a second, you thought for sure that he would yell, but instead he rolled onto his side, reaching up. “Come—c’mere,” he said, getting a firm grip on the front of your sweater before you could think to escape, “no—just, come-c’mere-”
The only type of fight you put up was to go stiff as he pulled you onto the bed and pinned you against him, his hand over your mouth. Once you were there, he relaxed, keeping you in place with his own weight. 
“Much better,” he said, his voice gravelly, vibrating against you. 
You tugged on his wrist to move his hand from over your mouth, but Buggy didn’t budge, his breathing already evening out. He was warm, almost feverishly so. You squirmed, trying to ask him to stop, but the only thing you got was for his palm to clamp down that much harder to muffle your voice, threatening to suffocate you. His other hand settled flat under your neck to keep you still. When you stopped trying to talk and relaxed, so did he. Enough to let you breathe, at least. 
Buggy’s breathing was getting deeper, you could feel his body move with it, pressing hot against your back. In response, you could feel your heart beating faster, picking up in speed as his hand dragged lower, passing over your chest to settle against your ribs, and then your stomach, rubbing slow circles as if he was petting a dog. You squirmed with more urgency to escape his hold, whining to express your discontent. Buggy’s hand kept getting lower. It was an idle movement, maybe he wasn’t even aware of it.
You squeezed your eye shut, so tense that your muscles trembled. Physically fighting him was out of the question, but you absolutely could not handle the way his hand was continually sliding down. 
There was only one thing you could think of doing, but that seemed almost as bad as trying to elbow him or something. You tried again to complain, but all you got was his hand pressing harder on your face.
Buggy’s other hand reached the waistband of your leggings, and that was it.
“Ew, what the fuck!” Buggy suddenly exclaimed, pulling his hand away like you’d bitten him. “Did you just lick me?” 
���Your eggs will get cold, Captain Buggy,” you told him, twisting out of his hold and onto the floor, falling with a painful thud. He watched you scramble to your feet like he was in shock, his mouth open and eyes squinted. “I’ll… I’ll…” You pointed at the antechamber, putting your head down and scurrying out of his room as fast as possible.
With shaking hands, you poured him a cup of water. You had no idea if he was going to get up now, but you didn’t think you could handle going back in there, flushing hot with embarrassment. Luckily, you did hear a thump, and then some grumbling, and then heavy, upset footsteps. You were prepared to apologize, your head down and the words ready.
“Why the hell did you let me drink so much?” Buggy demanded as he came in, frowning and disheveled with bloodshot eyes and messy hair. He didn’t seem to care that his robe was hanging open and revealing so much skin, too concerned with holding his head dramatically. 
“I’m sorry, sir,” you told him. Did that mean he wasn’t upset about what you did? You relaxed slightly, trying to stomp out your awkward nerves, trying to get rid of the skin-crawling memory of his body against yours, of his hand on your belly, creeping lower and lower. “Crina gave me medicine that will help your head.” You shook two capsules from the bottle into your palm, holding them out like a peace offering. 
Frowning, Buggy took the medicine and sat down, knocking the lid off his breakfast tray to swallow them with a mouthful of coffee. 
“I ordered you something different, I hope you don’t mind,” you said, sitting across from him. “It’ll help with your hangover.”
Buggy grumbled under his breath, but he didn’t hesitate before picking up his fork, shoveling eggs onto it and then into his mouth. He ate so fast you weren’t even sure if he tasted anything. It was, if you were honest, pretty unappetizing, but being a messy eater seemed to be the pirate norm. 
You sat across from him, focusing on finishing your own meal quickly. You didn’t think about what happened, or last night, or anything. Buggy seemed equally disinclined to engage, although the glazed-over look in his eyes made you think it was more out of exhaustion. 
That, at least, was something you had in common. 
Eventually, Buggy dropped his fork with a loud clatter, downing the rest of his coffee. “Okay, okay,” he said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his chin. “I’ll let you give me a shave.” 
“What?” you asked, looking up. 
“What do you mean ‘what’?” he snapped. “You were so eager the other day. Here’s your chance. Don’t mess it up.”
“Oh, um… Yes, sir.” 
Nervously, you stood up, going into the other room. You knew where he kept his shaving supplies, they were lumped in with his makeup. Buggy wasn’t an especially organized man. Even when you tried to tidy things up, it was all out of order by the time you came back. You set up everything on his desk, just like when you removed his makeup, before throwing open the drapes and filling his bedroom with bright sunshine. 
Every piece of the matching set was engraved with a flowery M. Whoever M was, he had great taste, or perhaps a very sentimental loved one. The razor was as fine as the one you had bought for your dad on his birthday last year. Buggy clearly hadn’t taken as good care of it as you would, but that was fine, nothing a bit of polish couldn’t help. With familiar, practiced strokes, you stropped the blade, ensuring it was as sharp as possible. Dad liked a perfectly clean shave, he said that anything less was unprofessional and slovenly. Buggy didn’t seem as particular, but you very keenly felt the weight of his standards. 
“I can’t believe you let me sleep in so late,” Buggy said, stomping his way into the room to drop into his chair, his face scrunching up with displeasure at the light. 
“I’m sorry, sir,” you said absently, checking the blade and deeming it ready. Buggy watched with his seemingly fixed scowl as you set that aside to whip the shaving cream into a thick foam. It had a simple, clean scent. Familiar, even.
“May I?” You held up the brush loaded with shaving cream. Buggy lifted his chin, letting you coat his face and neck. You wondered what changed that he wasn’t afraid of letting you near his neck with a razor. Did that mean he trusted you? Or was he just too tired to do it himself? 
Either way, you had to force yourself to calm down before using the blade to carefully draw a line out of the cream, starting from the sideburn. It was fine. You had done this hundreds of times, every other day or so for years. Just like when you removed his makeup, Buggy held still, closing his eyes and letting you take care of it.  
You wiped the razor, changing the angle to get the contour of his jaw. It was difficult to not notice in general, but now you had to actively assess the structure of his face, and how could you not admire it? Even Buggy’s nose barely registered as strange and his cheekbones, his jaw, his chin, his neck—so pretty, so different from dad’s features which, although once had been noble and strong, drooped and bloated from age and liquor. 
Stupid, useless thoughts. 
Buggy helpfully drew his lips taut when you shaved around them, allowing you to angle his face to make sure you didn’t cut him.
“Raise your chin?” you asked, wiping the blade. He did, exposing his neck, and you felt a moment of embarrassed doubt. You saw him in so many states of undress, the sight of his bared neck shouldn’t have affected you, especially not when it was only so you could do your job. There wasn’t anything sensual about it, not really. Cursing yourself, you focused on the task at hand, paying no mind to the lines of tendons or his Adam’s apple or the angle of his jaw or anything other than not messing up.   
You finished up on the opposite side of his face from where you started. Double checking that you hadn’t missed any spots, you nodded in satisfaction, wiping his skin clean of any remaining cream to apply aftershave. It had a nice warm smell, although Buggy pulled a face at the sting.
“There you go, sir,” you said, stepping back.
Buggy exhaled harshly, like he was waking up all over again. After yawning and rolling his neck, he picked up the hand mirror on his desk to check your work.  
“Is that okay?” you asked hesitantly. You had done a good job, you knew you had. It was one of the few things that dad rarely ever got upset about.
Buggy shrugged. “It’ll do.” 
Your shoulders drooped a little, but that was dumb. Trying to fish for compliments was childish and cheeky, you had done a job as he asked. He stood up and stretched with his arms above his head, and you ignored his near-nudity, your eye firmly fixed on your hands as you cleaned up. 
“Guess I’m lucky, huh?” Buggy asked. “I mean, the last guy who let you at his neck with a knife got a little more shaved off then just some hair.” You went still, those words freezing you all the way inside out, your breath catching on the chill. Buggy seemed ignorant to your reaction, continuing on without missing a beat. “I gotta piss, go do… I don’t know, whatever your job is.”
Your shoulders drew up defensively, your eye fixed very firmly forward. “Yes, sir.” 
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A knot darkened a little eye into one of the wooden planks in Buggy’s office, the imperfection remaining even after it had been cut down, nailed into place, and sanded into uniformity. One eye, that’s it, the only thing that gave it any personality now that it had been chopped out of its tree and cut into shape, separated from its whole to be put to use. Boot prints tracked across it, filth and age wearing down the grain. You stared at its eye and wondered if it was happy with its lot in life, or if it missed the forest. Being a ship seemed more fun than being a tree, but somehow you got a feeling the eye disagreed with you.
“Hey, idiot,” Buggy said, snapping his fingers in front of your face, startling you. “Are you even listening to me?” 
You blinked quickly, shaking your head as you looked over to him, confused. Distantly, you realized he had been talking. How long had you been sitting there? After you left his cabin that morning, you had been a little out of it. Too little sleep, too much excitement and exertion. 
“I’m sorry, Captain Buggy. I guess I… ” You blinked again, his unhappy expression finally registering. “I’m sorry, Captain Buggy.”
He rolled his eyes. “Go mope somewhere else. Your shitty attitude is making it hard to think.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” you said, standing up. “I’ll, um…” He raised his eyebrows, the expression clearly prompting you out of the room. You nodded and left, shaking your head to try and wake up. 
How long had you been in that daze? Sometimes it happened so suddenly, so harshly, and then your day was eaten away with very little to show for it. Being quiet didn’t make your thoughts any more or less tolerable, it was the state of existing separate from the actions of your body. If anything, it was to be overwhelmed by the bad things, by the thoughts you didn’t want to think and the feelings you didn’t want to feel. A little like drowning, watching those little bubbles rise up to interact with a world you couldn’t handle. 
You squinted at the violently bright sunshine, thinking about what to do. You considered finding Crina and asking if she needed help, but the little interaction you had that morning made you hesitate. She saw too much, asked too many questions, made assumptions about you that you didn’t like, and your feelings were confusing enough without her using her mystic divination to make you open up. Since you hadn’t especially endeared yourself to any other member of the crew, there was only one person who could possibly give you guidance.  
When you finally found Cabaji, he was training with a few of the other pirates. You hesitated rather than approach him, hanging back and watching. There was a graceful ease to his movements, a nonchalant elegance. Cabaji made it look easy, swinging his sword around like it was a toy as he practiced different forms and attacks. It was the same as when he juggled. You remembered trying, and failing quite terribly, to juggle the night before.
Juggling, cards, singing, acrobatics, sword fighting, knot tying—the list of your failures had only grown since you joined the crew. And even that was a loose thing. Nobody saw you as a member of the crew, or even as a pirate. 
Cabaji looked up right when you were about to turn away, his dark eyes fixing directly on you.
“Is there something you need?” he called, drawing the attention of the other crewmates he was training with. You shrunk back, pulling your bandana down. 
“No, sir,” you said. “I was just…” Your nervous explanation trailed off as Cabaji approached you. His skin shined with sweat, drawing attention to his exposed chest. He was handsome, you could admit that to yourself if no one else. But he was also intimidating, and you would rather die than be accused of staring at him in any untoward way. 
“Yes?” Cabaji asked, his eyebrow quirking. The other pirates he had been training with stood behind him, watching you with varying degrees of amusement.
“Do you… um, do you think you could teach me how to do that?” 
That wasn’t what you intended to ask, but it felt right. Captain Buggy had made no mention of teaching you how to fight. He was too busy anyway. Crina said it was too dangerous for you to even try. Because you were frail and weak. Because you were easily tired and as breakable as glass. Compared to everybody else on the ship, you were practically an invalid. For so long, you had seen your eye as the thing that kept you from being equals with other people, but now you realized there were a lot of other reasons too. 
But you didn’t want to be like that anymore. You would either force yourself to be better, or you would be left behind.
“How to do what?” Cabaji asked, his expression impossible for you to read.
“Fight?” Your answer made the little group behind him laugh. 
Cabaji shot an irritated glance over his shoulder, shutting them up. 
“I’m sure you’re too busy,” you said. “I don’t want to be a bother.” 
“No, that’s not a bad idea,” he allowed after a moment of thought. “You should be competent enough to avoid embarrassing Captain Buggy. Come over here.” 
Cabaji casually flipped his sword and sheathed it as he turned back into the makeshift training area. The other pirates didn’t laugh at you when you followed, but their eyes were heavy on your skin. He showed no concern for them, stopping and whirling around to face you, his scarf flaring dramatically. 
“The first thing you need to know,” Cabaji told you, “is that if it comes to a fight, you’ll lose. Always prioritize avoiding confrontation or escape. I’ll show you how to hold a sword properly because it could buy you some valuable time, but make no mistake, a real fight will end in your death.”
“Yes, sir,” you said, swallowing your anxiety. “I understand.” 
“Good. We’ll start with your stance. You have to brace yourself so you can maintain your balance while swinging the sword. Like this.” Cabaji drew one foot behind himself, his knees bending a bit as he took a defensive stance. 
You tried to copy him, but your body was stiff and awkward. Behind him, the group stifled their laughter and you immediately stopped, your body snapping back into your nervous posture.
“Ignore them,” Cabaji told you. “This is important. Try again, I’ll help you.” 
“Yes, sir.” You took a deep breath before stepping your feet out, trying to copy his pose. 
“You have to stand with your feet at least a shoulder’s width apart,” Cabaji said, walking behind you to kick your feet further, grabbing and turning your hips. “Like this. If you’re too stiff, you’ll get knocked off balance.”
“This feels awkward,” you said, trying very hard to ignore your skin-crawling discomfort. This sort of physical contact was normal. You were being weird, Cabaji was only helping you. 
“It will be for a while, you have to practice. Eventually, it will become second nature.”
You nodded, trying to relax into the pose. He worked with you on that for a bit, having you find the stance from different positions, showing you how it would help you stay on your feet when he pushed at you. Even though it was just standing, it was oddly tiring. The sun shined so bright, and it was hot. Cabaji was patient. You knew he could tell when you got dizzy spells, but he didn’t say anything, letting you take breaks to get water so you didn’t collapse. Most of the onlookers grew bored of it, realizing you weren’t going to be entertaining, and that made it easier.   
After he decided you were able to stand correctly, he drew his sword and held it out to you. 
“I’ll let you borrow my sword for this,” Cabaji said. 
You looked at the weapon. It was longer than a knife, and you weren't going to use it for anything. It wasn’t similar in any way at all, completely different. You weren’t going to hurt anybody. Taking a big breath, you gingerly accepted the sword. And then nearly dropped the weapon when you realized how heavy it was. Cabaji circled around you to help again, saying nothing about your weakness. 
“Both hands—yes, like that.” You held your breath as he guided your hands on the hilt of the sword, his chest against your back as he showed you how to hold your arms. You could smell his skin, feel the warmth of it. A memory existed there, in the physical impression of being guided from behind. “The sword is an extension of yourself. You have to let it move with you, and know how to move with it.” 
“It’s heavy,” you said, trying to swallow down your nerves. 
“You’ll have to train your muscles,” Cabaji said. “Assuming you can.”
“I can,” you said quickly, turning to look at him only to realize how close he was. You had to look up to meet his eyes. They were so richly dark, a complete contrast to Buggy’s pale gaze.
“Woah, woah, woah, what do we have here?” A familiar voice called, almost as if summoned by your thought. Cabaji quickly stepped away. You almost dropped his sword, only barely avoiding letting it fall as you turned. Buggy’s steps as he approached were slow and steady, but his smile was tight. A pit of sickness tightened in your stomach when you thought about how that might have looked. 
“Cabaji is teaching me how to fight,” you explained.
“Why?” Buggy asked, clearly amused by the idea. “I’ve seen kittens with a better chance at winning a fight than you.” 
“It was my idea,” Cabaji said. 
“No, that’s not true,” you interjected, frowning. “I asked him to show me.”
“Really?” Buggy asked. You didn’t understand his tone of voice, or the tension in the air. 
“I want to be stronger,” you told him. “Like you, Captain Buggy.” 
He scanned you from head to toe in a very obvious, borderline theatrical way before cracking up. Other people, the loose crowd of pirates who had crept closer to watch the scene, laughed along with him. It wasn’t even like it had been last night. He laughed meanly, inviting the others to laugh along with him. 
After a second, Buggy held up a hand to stop the laughter, shaking his head. “Cabaji, get me a sword.” Buggy smiled at you. “I want to see what he’s taught you.”
“Nothing yet,” you said, nervous and insecure beyond words, your ears buzzing. “I don’t think I can-” 
“The only way you can ever improve is through experience,” Buggy said, taking the sword Cabaji handed him and raising it like a challenge. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
“Stand like I showed you,” Cabaji instructed. There was nothing he could say or tell you to help, not when you only learned how to hold the weapon a couple minutes ago. “Swing the sword down and forward while stepping into the attack with your dominant foot.”
Buggy came to a stop opposite you. You had no idea what he meant by doing this. Embarrassing you? You didn’t understand. Everybody was watching. Your heart beat frantically in your chest, a fresh, prickling sweat breaking out on your brow. 
Feeling more awkward than you ever had in your life, you stepped forward, awkwardly slashing in front of yourself. Buggy didn’t even try to parry your pathetic attack, or dodge it. He seemed to reach into it. Before you could think to draw back, the blade sliced through his wrist. There wasn’t any resistance, but his detached hand hit the deck with a dull thump, his sword hitting with a dull crash of metal.
Your weak, sweaty fingers immediately went limp, dropping the sword with a loud clang. Buggy’s eyes went wide before he shouted in pain, doubling over and cradling his arm while letting out a string of obscene words. You weren’t even sure you knew what half of them meant. 
“Don’t just stand there, idiot!” He yelled hoarsely. “Grab my hand! Pick it up!” 
Unsteady and more than a little sick, your mind whirling with raw panic, you stumbled forward to pick up his detached hand. There was no blood. In fact, the place where it had detached was unnaturally smooth. But it couldn’t have been a prop either, it was warm through the glove. And it was moving. From pinky to pointer, the fingers curled and uncurled. It wasn’t like twitching, it was the deliberate movement of a regular hand. The wrongness made you yelp, dropping it. Instead of hitting the floor again, his hand flipped through the air, meeting up with the stump at Buggy’s wrist. Reattaching as if connecting to something magnetic. He wasn’t shouting and cursing in pain anymore, he was laughing. Everybody who had gathered around was laughing too. 
You felt dizzy enough to pass out, or maybe be sick. The hand you picked up was a real, human hand. Buggy’s hand. But it was right there on the end of his arm, fully intact. 
Even Cabaji was smiling. 
It was a prank? A joke? Your hands shook violently, your ears ringing. Even though it was different, it was the same as it had been. The hollow thump of flesh, the violence, the coldness of fear. 
Buggy grabbed you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his body shaking with laughter. “You okay?” he asked. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.” 
“How?” you asked softly, staring at his hand. It was attached fully, like it had never been separated. Buggy was fine. You hadn’t hurt him. 
“You know what a Devil Fruit is, sweetheart?” Buggy asked.
You shook your head no. 
“Thought not. Basically, I ate a funny lookin’ fruit and now I’ve got a super special trick up my sleeve.” He held out his arm, detaching it in segments before all the pieces popped back together. 
“Oh,” you said faintly, the only thought you could really articulate.
“Sheesh, that got you good. That’s what you get for wandering away when I needed you. Not only that, but distracting poor Cabaji.” Buggy clicked his tongue, leaning down closer to speak soft enough for only you to hear. “I’ll let it slide this time, but from now on, you leave him alone.”  
You cast a sideways glance at Cabaji as he picked up his sword, inspecting for any damage and very professionally ignoring you.
“That’s an order,” Buggy said, his arm tightening. You looked up to meet his eyes. So bright, so intense. 
“Yes, sir.” 
“Great,” Buggy said, releasing you before addressing the gathered group with an annoyed scowl. “Everybody, back to work!” 
The pirates dispersed, some of them still smiling or laughing. You did nothing, standing there freezing beneath the hot sunshine. 
Buggy shot an irritated glance over his shoulder. “Babydoll,” he snapped, whistling at you to follow. By now, you responded to the term of endearment like a name, hurrying to catch up as he stalked towards the quarter deck. “Maybe I oughta put a leash on you, keep you from wandering away.”
You swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. You couldn’t trust that if you spoke, your voice would remain steady. It was like, all at once, your lack of sleep, physical exhaustion, and humiliated pain caught up with you, and you tripped, landing hard on one knee, your shin painfully banging into the edge of the top step. Your vision darkened on the edges before you got your arms propped up beneath you, wincing at the pain.
Staring hard at the ground, you saw Buggy’s shadow double back, and then his hand entered your field of vision, outstretched. 
“Need a hand?” he asked. You looked up, a little confused about the kindness. But you weren’t about to reject the help.
“Thank you,” you said, grabbing his hand and using it to get onto your knee. Buggy pulled his arm away as soon as you started to stand, letting you fall back onto the deck with a yelp, his detached hand limp in yours. 
“I know you only got one eye and all,” Buggy said, laughing, “but how did you not see that coming?” 
You frowned, finally feeling the sting of tears in your eye, your chest aching with the little betrayal. After everything else, it just felt so cruel. With a strength that shouldn’t have been possible, his detached hand hauled you up onto your feet before it snapped back into place on his arm. You stumbled forward a few steps before getting your balance, but Buggy was already walking away, heading towards his office. You followed, wincing at the sharp pain lancing up from your shin. 
The relative dark of the map room left you nearly blind, you knocked your hip against the table before steadying yourself again. Buggy threw open the doors to his office, going right to his desk to fall sideways into the chair, one leg thrown over the armrest and the other on the edge of the desk, his head lolling back dramatically for him to rub his temple. 
“Sit down,” he bid you with a wave of his hand, like a ruler directing his subject. You sat, folding your hands in your lap nervously. 
Slowly, Buggy’s expression of dramatic weariness became a smile, and then a chuckle. He dropped his hand, raising his head to look at you. 
“That was hilarious. You shoulda seen your face when I started shouting. I really had you going.”
You frowned, your stomach twisting. It seemed like something you were meant to laugh along with, but you worried if you tried, you’d just wind up in tears. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” you asked.
“You never asked,” Buggy answered, like it was obvious. 
You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just nodded. 
The silence dragged on and on, but the weight of Buggy’s eyes made it obvious that he wasn’t done talking. Suddenly, he stood up, taking slow steps around his desk. It forced you to look up at him. “What I wanna know,” Buggy said, tapping his pointer finger to his lips as if he was thinking seriously, “is why you went to Cabaji for help.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“That’s what you said earlier, wasn’t it?” Buggy asked, “you asked him to teach you how to fight. Kinda surprising honestly, I wouldn’t’ve thought you had the backbone. Maybe you and him are closer than I thought.” 
“No, that’s not… We’re not that close.”
“So you asked him to teach you how to use a sword because you think he’s better than me?”
That question threw you off all over again. You had no idea how good of a fighter either man was, but you had a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. 
“No, but you’re very busy, Captain Buggy. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
Your answer didn’t seem to diffuse his growing displeasure like you hoped. Instead, his head lolled to the side, a casual pretense that didn’t at all match the disconcerting focus of his gaze. “I had no idea you even wanted to know how to fight. Last time I had to hold your hand through the whole thing, I kinda figured you weren’t cut out for that sort of thing.”
“All pirates know how to fight,” you said. 
Buggy laughed, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed. “Is that what you think you are? A pirate?” 
You stared at him, dumbfounded. Eventually, you found your voice, but it was very soft. “I am.” 
“Get real, babydoll. You’re barely a woman, let alone a pirate.”
“Then why did you hire me?” you asked, your cold voice nearly inaudible.
“Because when you were strung up, I saw something in you, something exciting. You showed me that you knew what you wanted, and you were willing to bleed for it. You recognized that to achieve greatness, you have to make sacrifices. But now that you’re here, it’s like you’ve got no vision, no drive to be anything more than the pathetic little thing you used to be. You’re just like all the others. I keep waiting for you to get it, but you won’t let me in.” He sighed, disappointed. “I guess I hoped that if you killed that guy, you could become more than the girl he thought you were, but you’re still clinging onto your old life. Until you let that go, you’re practically dead weight. I may as well send you back to your dad.”
“I am trying, Captain Buggy,” you argued, blinking very fast. “That’s why I asked Cabaji-
“What does Cabaji have to do with anything?” Buggy snapped. “You think that you’ll become somebody just because he teaches you how to toss around some balls or hold a sword? Don’t be stupid. You're trying to run when you can't even crawl.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice soft enough to not risk letting him hear it break. “I’ll… I’ll be better.”
Buggy crouched down in front of you, grabbing your shoulders. “I really want to mold you into something worth loving, but I can’t do that when you’re so… so frigid and frowny and boring. It’s like you’re afraid of being special.” 
“I’m sorry, Captain Buggy,” you whispered again, blinking fast. You wanted to keep your face hidden from him, but Buggy grabbed your chin, pulling your face up to look at your expression. What was lurking in his pale eyes? Sometimes his expression was so transparent, but all you could see was the sharp edge of his judgment. 
Buggy released your chin, pushing you away from him as he stood up. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and reflect on your failure,” he said, the bite of disdain clear in his voice. “And I don’t wanna hear that you’re bothering Cabaji again, okay?” 
“Yes, Captain Buggy.”
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Curling up in your dark hiding spot amidst the storage crates beneath the forecastle, you cried. Even hating yourself for proving Buggy’s point, you couldn’t stop it from hurting. Everything hurt. Everything was scary. There was no place in the world where you belonged. It was the lesson dad tried to teach you over and over. Fundamentally, there was something wrong with you. Your poor health, your hysteria, your inability to get along with people, your ineptitude. You thought your life would change because your circumstances were different, but that was a silly dream. Unless you changed, nothing would ever work out. 
It was like blinking. If blinking carved out several hours from your life that you couldn’t remember and left you stiff from sleeping curled up in a ball on the floor. 
Waking up from an unintended nap, especially waking up in the dark, not knowing how much time had passed or even where you were, was terrifying. At first you assumed you were in the basement, but the smell was wrong. You weren’t at home. You laid on a wooden deck, not stone. The pain striking up your shin was the first reminder of what had happened, and then everything else fit into place. 
You crawled out from the storage area, wincing at the various aches and pains plaguing your body. Wiping the crust of tears from your eye and fixing your bandana, you made your way to the shared living space with half an idea about supper, and a very strong motivation. Buggy was right, you weren’t trying hard enough. You needed to change, that was what you wanted, that was why you ran away. You could be what Captain Buggy wanted you to be. You had to. 
Luckily, Pippa sat on her bed filing her nails and talking with the man who slept in the bunk next to yours. Marty, you thought he was called. 
“You alright, girly?” Marty called as you approached. “You look a little shaken up.” 
It took a second for you to realize that he was, in fact, talking to you. Given the cold reception you’d experienced so far, it seemed a bit unbelievable, but he was looking right at you. 
“That’s just how she looks,” Pippa said, focused entirely on her nails. 
“That was one hell of a shock the captain gave you.” He laughed. “I’m surprised you hadn’t seen his trick before, he musta been planning doing something like this. Those Devil Fruits are something else.”
“You all knew?” you asked, taken aback. “About his—What can he can do, I mean.” 
“Don’t take it too hard,” Marty said. “He did you a favor. Before now, nobody knew what to make of you. Now you’re… I dunno, you’re more like-”
“One of us. Congratulations,” Pippa said glibly. 
You nodded like you understood, still a little dazed, dizzy from sleeping. “Um, are we going to eat soon?” 
“You’re too late for that,” Marty said.
“Oh,” was the only response you could manage. While your stomach did pitch a bit of  a fit, it wasn’t the first time you’d gone without supper. It was, in some ways, a fitting punishment. You took a deep breath, trying to wake yourself up. Focus. Be brave.
“Pippa?” you asked.
“Yes?” she asked, still focused on her nails. 
“You know things about makeup and stuff, right? And clothes and hair and… I was wondering if you could, um, I don’t know… Show me how?”
“Show you how?” she asked, finally setting aside the file to look at you. 
“I want to,” you looked around at the colorful cast of pirates, “I want to fit in more, but I don’t know how to do any of that.” 
Pippa looked you up and down with an icy gaze, studying you like a test subject before pursing her lips. 
“Are those the only clothes you own?” she asked. 
You stupidly looked down at the loose sweater and leggings you knew you were wearing as if to check. “Nn-no, I have other sweaters and-”
“I’m aware of your collection of ugly sweaters. Don’t you have anything that isn’t entirely hideous?”
You adjusted your clothes, your shoulders curling in with insecurity. “No.” 
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You can’t dress like that anymore.” 
“When we get to port I can buy something else,” you offered, although you realized with a pang of unease that you didn’t know if you were earning money. Neither Buggy or Cabaji had mentioned any sort of salary.  
“No, that won’t do.” Pippa stood up to grab her trunk off your bed, hefting down with ease. With a rattle of metal, she flipped the lid, revealing piles of colorful clothes. “You’re small,” she said, glancing up at you with a frown. She picked through the pile before pulling out something with red and white stripes, giving it a hard look before nodding. “This is too short for me,” Pippa told you, holding it out. “Try it on.”
“Here?” you asked, looking around nervously. 
“Promise nobody’s lookin’,” Marty called from the next bunk, watching with a reassuring grin. 
Not knowing what else to do, you accepted the dress, holding it up. Casual as it was, the garment was lovely, more outrageous than anything else you had ever put on. Thinking about calling that much attention to yourself made your skin crawl. If you wore it, you would fit in with everybody else. 
Buggy said you needed to try. You didn’t have any other choice. 
Taking a deep breath, you turned around to hide yourself as much as possible, pulling off your sweater to exchange it for the dress. It didn’t quite fit, although the hem fell around the right place. Pippa came up behind you to tighten the ribbon-like laces that ran up the back of the bodice, tying them in a bow around your waist. When she finished and you turned around to face them, she smiled approvingly. 
“Much better,” Pippa said. “If your legs get cold, you could add some stockings. I have some that would match.”  
“Can’t I wear it with these?” you asked, pinching your leggings.
“Absolutely not,” Pippa said, wincing like it was terrible to even consider. 
“What if the wind blows the skirt up?” 
Pippa nodded, returning to the trunk to dig around before emerging with something lacy. “These should fit you.” She tossed them at you to hold up, realizing they were like shorts.
“You don’t think it’s too much?” you asked.
“For this lot?” Marty asked, laughing at the idea. 
“I assume you don’t have any makeup,” Pippa said. 
“I’ve never even worn any,” you said, tugging your bandana down. Once you experimented with some of mom’s makeup, really just with the lipstick, you weren’t sure how to use most of the products. Dad did not like it.
Pippa sighed. “I’ll get up in the morning and help you. Maybe do something about that hair too. What do you think about twintails?” 
You touched your hair, pulling it forward nervously. “I don’t know…”
“You’re a freak, aren’t you?” she asked, raising a carefully tweezed eyebrow. “You’ve gotta look the part.” 
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this is a novel. i am feeling things. my bad.
the land is ruled by an evil king, and no one really knows how to stop him. people have tried, and never succeeded. 
so, as a young sorcerer, you think you can handle him. you can use magic to dispose of him in a way that will completely blindside him. you just need to get close. 
it’s humiliating, but it’s a good plan, and you know it’ll work. you dress in silks and sheers, in gold and jewels. your top barely grazes your navel and shows off the smooth skin of your stomach, and your waist wrap slits deep to allow your thigh to poke out. you’re alluring. you’re sexy. and you know it’ll get you a place in the king’s bed. 
he takes you to his chambers and undresses, guiding you with surprising gentleness to your knees. he reveals his cock to you, and he does look. . . he’s gorgeous, and though you know your duty here, you tell yourself that he’s not vulnerable enough, and you need to play along. you take his cock down your throat happily, letting your eyes roll back with the taste and the weight on your tongue. he cums down your throat, but he’s still hard as he guides your face away from his cock. you give his tip a little kiss as he goes. 
he lifts you up with more surprising gentleness, sweeping you off of your knees and settling you softly into his bed. he treats you with distracting sensuality, adjusting your legs and lifting both over his shoulders. he kisses at your cock, shaking a moan from your chest, and slides his tongue over your hole. his wet, warm tongue breaches you, loosening you up and making your cock grow ever harder. his fingers, long and muscular, make you feel even better. he pulls away with a kiss to your inner thigh that has you shivering and keeping your legs open to him. 
you can’t kill him yet. it requires a spell that he’d notice, staring down at you with such an intense gaze as he is right now. he lifts one of your thighs up to his chest so he can lay your knee over his shoulder and grip the soft flesh as he begins to push into you. 
he’s big. it’s delicious. he’s thick and veiny and the friction makes you see stars. he fucks you slow and deep for what feels like hours, his gentle praise flittering over your skin and his fingertips leaving bruises while his tip kisses what feels like the deepest part of your body. you can see him moving under the skin of your belly, and feel every movement, every twitch of his cock inside you. it’s delightful, and you thrash on the bed beneath his body. 
when he buries himself deep inside you and cums, painting your insides, he wraps his fist around your cock and makes sure you cum with him. 
he flops down onto the bed after pulling out, and pulls you onto his chest. you giggle softly and kiss at his chin, noticing how his eyeslids droop and his muscles melt into the mattress. though you thought him satisfied enough to do your work after he fell asleep, you feel him hardening again where you rest on top of him. 
you offer to ride him as he falls asleep. he kisses your temple and closes his eyes. 
you mount him facing away, knowing you can hide your spellwork in front of your chest. he still feels as good as he did, and the delicious slide and the sounds of your wetness almost distract you, but you know what needs to be done. a good shag doesn’t outweigh your duty to the people. 
in hindsight, you should’ve spent more effort making sure you kept your pace over him while you began the killing spell. because your strike was almost prepared when his hands came over your hips and shoved you down with speed and insistence that the king has grown impatient for. the sudden fullness and friction choked a moan out of your chest, your spell broken by the distraction. he guided your hips in a brutal pace that felt like it bruised the underside of your hipbones, but had you moaning and simpering like the whore you were disguised as. it felt so good. . . you could be a little selfish, couldn’t you? 
keeping your pace, more easily now that he guided it, you crafted a new spell. this one would make him crave you more every time you made him cum. it made him more obedient to you, whenever you made him cum. soon enough, he’d be eating out of the palm of your hand, desperate to get you off, scrambling to do whatever you asked if it meant that he could be with you. you could fix the kingdom with him as your little puppet-in-power, and drag him back to his bed chambers, every night, to fill you so beautifully and strengthen your power over him. 
he shoved you down onto his cock, spearing you as deeply as he could, and came. you let out a filthy moan and came with him, relaxing into his touch as his hands started wandering up your chest. 
“please, stay,” he says, the words caressing your skin in the cool night air, making you smile wickedly. “stay, let me have you. i’ll do anything.” 
you squeezed around him and felt the shiver travel down his body. you knew he was yours. 
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Five - Lingerie Warnings: NSFW content Tags: humiliation kink, lingerie, face-fucking, kitchen sex Word Count: 3445 A/N: I’m in a degradation phase right now. I don’t know why. Here’s more oral sex and degradation, featuring Ray this time! I promise there will be praise kinks soon. I don’t know when, but it’ll happen eventually!
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Ray loved the guys, he really did, but some days he could feel himself graying.
The stress didn’t usually come all at once, but rather grew over time, weighing him down until Friday came to a close, leaving him with two days to rejuvenate before being swept away once more. It was a wretched cycle, but it was one he’d learned to live with. You had told him a million times to take breaks, remember to eat, breathe, even, but he brushed you off each time with the same lousy excuse: “I’m fine.”
A classic, the same two words you’d been hearing since this started. The new album was taking a toll on everyone, which meant four cranky musicians who couldn’t seem to agree on anything, and it was slowly tearing them apart. Gerard’s consistency was six-feet under, scatter-brained and obsessive, coming up with more concepts than they knew what to do with. Frank wanted to go one way with them, while Ray wanted to go another, spending hours fine-tuning everything until he could barely think. Mikey was caught in the crossfire, trying to be the mediator during each quarrel, only to get snapped at himself. All in all, band practices had become a bloodbath, and the weekends could no longer heal Ray’s troubles.
Luckily, you were his partner round the clock, acting as a full-time solace and his nightly relief. You knew he was wearing himself out, coming home hushed and exhausted after a long day of work, gloom seeming to be his constant mood. He stayed compassionate nonetheless, still worrying himself sick if you seemed even the slightest bit off, attempting to distract himself from his issues by prioritizing yours. It was a sweet mindset, but beyond unhealthy, leaving you just as concerned as him. Ray needed a break, and you were going to give it to him.
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When Friday finally rolled around, Ray couldn’t have been more relieved, having half a mind to leave the second Gerard wrapped things up. Again, he truly loved the band, but after being at each other’s throats for five days straight, they all needed a breather. He expected the evening to go as any other–he’d return home and beeline for the couch, flopping down on the worn cushions for a moment before trudging to the kitchen, flipping a coin for takeout or leftovers. It was exhausting, but he still found himself grateful for the moment of peace. Part of him hoped that you had made something small; Ray was the epitome of “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, the bad days turning right around over a home-cooked meal.
He could already feel himself relaxing as he pulled into the driveway, pausing to take a breath before hauling himself inside. Even if it wasn’t any different from the rest of the week, he’d still had a long day. The incessant bickering and lack of sleep put an unshakable damper on his mood, hoping for anything to cheer him up. With low expectations and a pinch of faith, he trudged up the stairs, already relieved to be seeing you again.
Although he was expecting nothing more than pizza and a peck on the lips, he was in no way opposed to the aroma that filled the first floor. You had cooked just for him, something homemade despite the long hours you’d been working. For a moment, he felt guilty, overcome with a worry that you’d been putting his troubles first–weren’t you being smothered at the moment? You had certainly mentioned your coworkers piling their work onto you, so how come you were prioritizing him? Should he be the one taking care of you?
But this was about him. Ray took a minute, collecting himself after the week he’d had, tucking his intense compassion away for a moment. The past few weeks had been tough on both of you, and all you wanted was to show him some love. The least he could do was stop worrying about you for a night.
Full of anticipation, he kicked off his shoes, trying to keep his cool as he strode down the hall. Rounding the doorway to the kitchen, he was met with a truly breathtaking sight. For the first time in weeks, he couldn’t feel the stress and tension that hung in the air, waiting to rain down on the two of you. He couldn’t see your forced smiles, only real ones, eyes glistening with pride and excitement. You were in hardly more than his old t-shirt, and smiling sweetly as he leaned against the door frame.
He couldn’t resist the grin that pulled at his lips either, reaching his arms out as you padded across the floor. Naturally, his hands settled on your waist, yours holding his face as you kissed him. It was slow and meaningful, making up for the many kisses you had missed out on these days, containing more passion than all of them combined. Ray had always been wonderful to kiss, especially in soft settings–his lips were smooth, capturing yours over and over again as his tongue ran discreetly across your bottom lip. You gave in for a moment, letting him deepen the kiss before pulling away.
His lips still ghosted yours, and you could feel his mouth quirk up as he spoke. “What’s all this for?”
You gave him a small smile, pecking his lips once more before responding. “You.”
“Why?”
It wasn’t incredulous, but curious and flattered, Ray in mild amazement that you cared so much. His humility was certainly showing, failing to conceal his sheepish smile as you swayed in his arms.
“Because you’ve been working so hard lately, and you deserved something special,” you said, draping your arms around his neck. “And maybe because I love you, but who’s to say?”
His heart pounded in his chest, outpouring adoration as he gazed down at you. It was almost juvenile, the way Ray felt about you. You shared the sort of romance that made him feel fluttery and nervous, and he always wanted to do his best for you. He almost felt foolish, awfully flustered by his own partner as he gave a toothy grin, replying with a sweet, “I love you too.”
Having run out of things to say, he leaned in once more, keeping his hand on the small of your back as he kissed you. It was dizzying, languid and deep as he parted your lips, pulling you closer while his tongue swept against yours. He had missed this, the taste of you and how you kissed him, passionate and playful as you nipped at his bottom lip.
It was undeniably suggestive, and Ray had no issue mimicking your tone, placing his free hand against your cheek and stilling you as his tongue worked against yours. The quiet moan that slipped out was still loud enough for Ray to hear, motivating him to continue, sucking your lip between his as he pressed your back to the wall. His tenderness had swiftly evolved into something more heated, only pulling away for a moment before tilting your chin up and slotting his lips against yours again.
Subconsciously, his hands slid beneath your shirt, the cotton worn from age. It was your favorite, an old graphic tee that displayed a faded cartoon character, hardly decipherable anymore. The shirt was Ray’s favorite, too, making him smile as his fingers danced higher, humming curiously as he hit lace. He didn’t pause right away, letting your hands wander down to his, sliding them higher up your skin until he reached the curve of your breasts, covered by a mix of mesh and pretty lace.
“You’re home early,” you breathed, head tilting back against the wall. “This was going to be a surprise after dinner, but we’ve still got fifteen minutes to kill.”
He grinned mischievously, his mind swirling with lewd desires. “Don’t worry, I’ll still fuck you after dinner.”
Although a bit crude, it was said with sincerity, his sly suggestion well-received as you leaned up to kiss him again. With your back pressed to the wall and his hands firm on your hips, he had full control, already growing hard as you submitted. His stress had built up over time and he desperately needed a release—one that you were offering with open arms, pressing closer as you moaned against his lips.
You tasted like fucking salvation, Ray only realizing then how tense he had been, his kisses rough and heated as he gripped your jaw, tugging your lip between his teeth as he pulled away. He looked down at you, dazed as you leaned against the wall, your arms still hung around his neck to keep you steady.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he told you, swiping his thumb across your spit-slicked lips, your head lolling back as he pressed it to your tongue.
He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d seen you like this, eager as you swirled your tongue around his thumb, nearly choking as he pushed it further.
“Easy, honey,” he teased, and you reluctantly parted your lips again, letting him pull away.
Slowly, his hands trailed across your skin, his hands pressing against every curve, taking in the sight while you stood impatient. He quickly caught on, turning you until he was flush against the wall, settling against it while you stood restlessly. Giving a faint, arrogant grin as his touch slipped beneath your shirt, he murmured a single command.
“Strip.”
Once more, he smoothed over your skin and traced the hem of your lingerie, looking at you expectantly. Like clockwork, you stepped away from him, replacing his hands as your shirt hit the floor.
Wrapped in dark lace, you stared up at him, watching as his eyes raked over you. It wasn’t often that you dressed up for him, and he never let on to just how much he enjoyed it, but god, this could not be a one-time thing. He was entranced, admiring you with bated breath—it was scandalous and stunning, showcasing nostalgic passion that hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. Fuck, had he missed this, his hands gravitating to you once more, taking another long look.
“Baby, I’m gonna ruin you.”
He meant every word as they poured from his lips, radiating confidence and sincerity as he leaned back in. It made your stomach whirl, only murmuring a nonsensical “Please.”
Holding your waist, he gave you a final kiss, something messy and carnal before locking eyes with you. Any delicacy they once held had disappeared, replaced with an edginess, rough and dirty, and you knew you were in for it.
“Get on your knees.”
Compliant as ever, you followed his command, gliding your hands down his thighs as you sunk to the floor. His tone wasn’t mean, but rather confident and authoritative, giving you a rush of anticipation that gradually spun into arousal. Rarely was Ray anything but a sweetheart, but when he needed stress relief, you were nothing more than an outlet. Nimbly, you pulled off his too-tight jeans, fingers skating across smooth skin and strong calves as you pushed the denim to the floor. He was fucking irresistible, his legs chiseled and defined from years of performing, peppered with kisses as you nipped at his thighs.
The feeling of your teeth scraping against his skin, eased by lips and tongue had him spilling faint curses, but his impatience was increasing by the second. As much as he enjoyed your affection, he was antsy, tilting your head up after a moment. Giving him a look of faux-innocence was ineffective, Ray growing restless as he towered over you.
“Behave,” he told you, cradling your cheek in his hand.
Much to his displeasure, you kept the act up, shrugging as you leaned toward him again. “I am.”
He scoffed, gripping your jaw a little tighter. “Bullshit.”
You watched as his eyes flicked between you and the oven timer, and you internalized the idea of being interrupted. Obnoxious beeping wasn’t exactly a turn-on, and neither was burning the kitchen down, so you reluctantly picked up the pace. Ray’s warning look quickly melted away, replaced by satisfaction as his hand slid to the back of your head instead.
He was jittery, shifting as you pressed teasing kisses to his erection, each of them featherlight through the fabric of his boxers. You knew he was impatient, cupping him through the cotton as you blessed him with friction, only for him to push you closer. He was in control, and while you knew you shouldn’t push your luck, the sex that followed would be mind-numbing.
Still, you tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock as it stood proud in front of you. He was always impressive, thick and pretty as you pressed kisses across it. Every movement made him shift, filled with an insatiable want as your tongue dragged across the underside of his cock. You watched him close, feeling a similar desire begin to stir as you left open-mouthed kisses on his tip. At the same time, one of your hands wrapped delicately around the base, stroking him gently.
“Was that so hard?” he condescended, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched.
Part of you wanted to retort, but the winning half came up blank, landing on shutting him up instead. Lightly, you licked at the head of his cock, hardly skimming it before your tongue swept across his slit. He gave a small moan, jerking his hips slightly, but you pulled away.
“Don’t you want me to suck you off?” you snarked.
He rolled his eyes, “Hurry up and then I won’t have to do it myself.”
It had an edge of playfulness to it, but it was hardly banter. Admittedly, he was still stressed from work, and at the same time, you were trying to piss him off. Just to spite him, you pressed your hands to his hips and held him to the wall, giving him another sarcastic smile before continuing to swirl your tongue around his tip. This time, he didn’t speak—he didn’t move either, not more than locking his jaw and crossing his arms over his chest, presumably giving you free rein. It was far from that though, and you could tell.
Nonetheless, you continued to take it slow, your hand returning to his cock again as your tongue glided across it, hearing the soft hitch in his breath. It was hard for Ray to be stubborn, clenching his teeth as you sucked kisses into his skin, and then harder when your lips wrapped around the head. He fought every instinct, trying to keep his cool while you taunted him, flicking your tongue tantalizingly before pulling off.
“Are you done?” he asked, staring daggers at you.
You tilted your head, almost pondering the question, and then shrugged. “No.”
With a faint smile on your lips, your tongue lolled out, Ray watching as a single strand of saliva poured off, moaning softly as it landed on the head. Through half-lidded eyes, you ran your tongue across it, drool smearing itself across your lips as you wrapped them around his cock.
God, he fucking knew this was a game to you. The pretty lingerie, the teasing, all of it, and he couldn’t help but grow frustrated as you sat placidly with his dick on your tongue. He knew you were daring him to crack by your frozen frame, but he stood stubbornly, brows still furrowed in frustration. Again, you were split in half, part of you wanting to suck him off like an obedient slut, while the other voted to challenge his authority, and you followed the latter. Ray could only stand there for so long, your pretty lips wrapped around him, heavy on your tongue as you kept him warm.
When he refused to move, you pushed harder, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes as your hand snaked between your legs. Surprise crossed his expression, a breath of fresh air from his grimace, but it wasn’t the good kind—in fact, he was more upset at your audacity, hardly holding back as your hand slipped past your waistband.
You were already wet, turned on by the teasing and the idea of breaking Ray. This was bound to do it, collecting slick on your fingers before pressing them to your clit, rubbing slow circles while he watched. It wasn’t until you moaned around his dick that he moved, the vibration making his hips jerk and ultimately causing him to crumble.
“You’re such a brat,” he said suddenly, pushing further past your lips. “Stop fucking touching yourself.”
This time, you listened, satisfied as you pulled your hand away. That only fueled him more, clenching his jaw before speaking.
“God, you wanted this. You want to be fucked like a slut?”
You simply hummed around him, slowly beginning to bob your head before he pressed his palm to the back of it. He took matters into his own hands, tilting your head up as he eased himself into your mouth, encouraged by a choked moan.
“You dressed all pretty for this because you wanted me to crack, right? Because I’ve been busy and you needed to be fucked?”
He pulled out for a moment, looking at you expectantly. Compliant and burning with sweet humiliation, you spoke up.
“Yes.”
Ray laughed, a low, sardonic laugh, shocked and condescending. “C’mon, you had a lot to say earlier.”
You didn’t speak at all this time, leaning towards him again, but he pulled you away.
“I won’t let a brat suck me off,” he told you, catching your attention. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Just as stubborn, you gave another, “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because no one sucks your dick like I do.”
It was arrogant and irritating, and Ray had fully lost his patience, pushing past your lips in frustration. He held your head up as he rocked his hips, moaning at the sensation. “Shit, you’re such a whore,” he choked, memorizing the sight of you.
You still looked just as pretty, sitting on your knees in skimpy lingerie, obediently taking his cock as he thrust into your mouth. Despite the ache in your jaw and the tears that pricked your eyes, you remained still, moaning at every insult he threw your way.
“You look so pretty though,” Ray added, slowing his thrusts and letting you move at your own pace. “My pretty slut.”
You retired your teasing, licking at the base of his dick before wrapping your lips around it, eagerly bobbing your head while he moaned above you. Somehow, it wasn’t enough to stop the buck of his hips, and you gave in yet again as he thrust. You wanted him to use you, wreck your voice and stain the pretty lace, and you knew he wanted it too.
Unable to speak, you tried to meet his hips, listening to the sounds that spilled from his lips. “Is this what you wanted?” he moaned, and you tried to nod in response
It was a poor attempt, but he understood, eyeing you once more before tossing his head back. “You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”
Every word made arousal pool in your panties, desperate to get him off as he grew closer. His sporadic thrusts came to a stop as you took over, picking up his rhythm until he could feel his cock twitch. With a string of slurred curses, he pulled you off, moaning as you sat so pretty, tongue out as he jerked himself off.
You were a sight for sore eyes, and Ray couldn’t help but finish, staining the dark lingerie as he painted your chest in cum. Gently, he pulled you forward, sliding his leaking cock onto your tongue for you to clean up the mess, a task eagerly completed.
Panting softly, Ray looked back at the timer and gave a short sigh. While you looked pretty far gone, you weren’t quite ruined yet, and your lingerie was still begging to be stripped off. He spared you a glance, meeting a similar look of anticipation.
“What?” he breathed mockingly, a smile playing on his lips. “You want more?”
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously.”
With a wicked grin, he shook his head, watching the clock while you stared up at him. His fingers tapped like a metronome, softly patting against his arm until the sound of beeping echoed throughout the kitchen. Thoroughly pleased with himself, Ray stared down at you, still smiling as he tilted your chin up, leaning over you patronizingly.
“Aw, shame,” he said, his lips turning down in a cynical frown. “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
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Purrfect Halloween (Bang Chan x Felix)
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Relationships: Bang Chan x Lee Felix Genre: smut | friends to lovers, Halloween AU Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~14.3 Tags: Smut, Friends to Lovers, Halloween Costumes, Bad Jokes, First Kiss, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex, Barebacking, Bottom Felix, Top Bang Chan
Summary: Bang Chan loses a bet to Felix. The punishment is simple, wear whatever costume that Felix chooses to the company Halloween party. But Felix has an ulterior motive.
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“No…” Chan looked up from the bag he held open in his hands. “No, you can’t do this to me, Felix.”
Felix shrugged. “I can. You lost, and the deal was any costume.”
“This isn’t a costume, man, this is a strip club uniform.” Chan reached into the bag and pulled out a small black skirt. “How will this thing even fit me?”
“It’ll fit, I made sure to get your size. And I included pants, so you won’t be wearing just the skirt. It’s too cold for that, and I’m not a monster.”
“The jury is still out on that.” Chan dropped the skirt back into the bag and slumped onto the bed. “This is for the company party,” he pleaded.
When Felix remained quiet, Chan groaned, flopping back onto his pillows. “All the groups will be there.”
“Well not all.”
“Enough. And cameras! What will STAY say?”
“That you must have lost a bet, and will likely end up spending the next week deciding who put you in that outfit until you say something.”
Chan grumbled, kicking his feet. “I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”
“Well, you shouldn’t make a bet unless you know you’ll win. New lessons every day, even from our brave leader.” Felix crouched and snagged the bag, holding it up. “Want my help dressing, or are you good? We have an hour before we go.”
Chan glared from under his arm, slung across his eyes. “I don’t need help.”
“Good. When you’re done, let me know – I’ll come in and do the makeup.”
“Makeup?” Chan hissed, sitting upright again. “Well, of course – you can’t complete the costume without makeup.”
Chan’s cheeks pinked up, though it wasn’t clear if it was shame or anger. Sticking around to find out didn’t seem like a great idea. Felix dropped the bag on the bed next to him and hurried out of the bedroom, shutting the door quickly.
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The costume wasn’t as bad as he’d considered; he did take a small joy in knowing it would be embarrassing – but he didn’t want to completely humiliate the man. Deep down, Felix knew the reason, and it was pure green envy. This party would be big – most of the active JYP groups coming together to celebrate, as well as a number of suits and other employees from the company.
And they would be there. The person that Chan had been texting so often, that soft smile on his lips that twisted Felix’s stomach into a ball of rage. He used to be the only recipient of that smile. He didn’t know if anything was going on between Minsun and Chan – and he knew even if there was, it wasn’t his place to interfere, but he couldn’t help it.
He’d had partners back home, but he’d never felt anything like he did with Chan. Some deep pull, starting as a crush but turning into so much more. It would never work – they were group mates and always in the public eye – something like this could ruin the group and their individual careers – but he’d always kept a small sliver of hope that someday… After retirement, maybe – he’d wait that long without hesitation. Or if things changed in the industry, or the laws… The chance was small, one in a million – but it had also been a one in a million chance that he met Chan in the first place.
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Felix was finishing up his own makeup when his phone buzzed.
‘fine, do the makeup’ was Chan’s message. Felix grinned. He looked in the mirror once more, adding a touch more color to his mouth. “What do you think?” He asked.
Hyunjin glanced up from where he was sprawled out on his bed. His gaze narrowed, looking Felix up and down. He nodded. “It’s good,” he said finally, smiling, “It looks cute on you.”
Felix grinned at that. He grabbed the makeup supplies before heading back to Chan’s room.
He opened the door after knocking once, scowling when he found it empty. “Chan?” He stepped into the room. “Chris, where’d you go?” He glanced out the door.
“This is horrible,” Chan mumbled. His voice was muffled by the closed closet door. Felix chuckled. He kicked the door shut and went to the closet, tugging it open.
Chan yanked it back closed. “I’m not going, I look foolish.”
“You’ve worn far worse losing on variety shows.”
“This isn’t a variety show, it’s my life,” Chan whined, holding the door shut when Felix tugged again.
“Well, if you don’t go, people will ask. And I won’t lie.”
“What would you say?”
“That you refused to go because you lost a bet and didn’t like your costume. Then everyone will wonder what you were supposed to be. Can you imagine the scandalous thoughts they’d have?”
Chan groaned, and Felix heard a thump. He tugged the door again, pleased when it opened.
Chan was standing in his closet, mouth turned down into a scowling pout.
Felix stepped back, taking a moment to look over the costume. The spit in his mouth dried completely, choking him when he tried to swallow. The black jeans hugged every inch of Chan’s muscular legs, lengthening them even as they disappeared under the skirt. He was glad he’d gone with the jeans option; the skirt was far too tiny not to flash everyone the second he moved. Felix could see the furry black tail hanging down, the tip bright white against the jeans, and knew it was attached to a belt under the skirt.
Chan’s stomach was bare, the cropped black tank top stopping just below his pecs even with his arms down. His muscles were defined and perfect – as always, and the cut of the top highlighted both those and his large biceps as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The headband with upright cat ears dangled from his fingers, his hands covered with black fingerless gloves, which had paw pads printed on the palms.
“Wh—” Felix blinked, realizing that Chan was watching him stare. He swallowed again to try and get his tongue to move. “Where’s the collar?”
Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t…”
“You’re a kitten,” Felix said, hating the way his stomach flipped. “You need your collar.” He went to the bag and reached in, plucking up the rich purple leather collar. He approached Chan and hooked it around his neck, slipping two fingers under it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. The tag was a deep bronze, Chan’s English name engraved on it. A small bell hung next to it.
He grabbed the headband from Chan’s fingers and took his hand, tugging him forward out of the closet.
“You don’t look bad,” Felix said, guilt outweighing the pleasure at Chan’s embarrassment. He looked miserable. “Honestly,” he added when Chan looked up at him.
“Yeah?” He looked in the mirror, grimacing. “I feel silly.”
“It’s Halloween. It’s okay to feel silly. I think you look really good. The costume makes you look really big.” He slid his hands down Chan’s upper arms to emphasize.
“You think so?” Chan turned a bit, examining himself a little closer. Felix smiled softly. “Yes.”
Chan bit his lip, then grimaced. “I still hate it,” he mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Come on, lemme do the makeup.” Felix tugged Chan to the bed and sat with him, leaning close to begin applying the makeup.
Whiskers, a cute nose, a few freckles, a dash of eyeliner and eyeshadow to make the look more mature, and a touch of dark gloss – entirely unnecessary – but Felix would do anything to have an excuse to touch Chan’s lips. He sat back when he was finished and nodded, reaching up to fix Chan’s bangs and hair after placing the headband in the right spot.
“It looks great!” He said with false enthusiasm. It really did look good – and that was the damn problem. The image he’d had in his head of Chan’s embarrassment was nothing like this. He was a muscular, grown man wearing a kitten costume – he shouldn’t be this attractive!
Even his scowl couldn’t detract from how well everything fit on him.
“Thank you.” His voice deadpanned.
“Do you like my costume?” Felix asked, rising and doing a spin to show it off. He wore his own black jeans, tight to his body, and topped with a slightly tattered skirt. The black fabric had a slight shimmer mixed with a bit of rich eggplant purple ruffled tulle. His top was a mix of the same shade of purple and black, the fabric sheer and tattered underneath a black faux corset that covered his chest well enough not to get him in any trouble on camera. The finishing touches were a set of tattered purple, black and gold fairy wings and a flower crown of dark flowers held into his hair with small braids. His makeup matched the color scheme as well, and he’d added purple contacts as a final personal touch.
Chan’s scowl deepened when Felix met his gaze. “You don’t like it?” Felix pressed.
“What are you? You were gonna be a vampire again, weren’t you?”
“I changed my mind. It’s a dark fairy…” Felix touched the edge of the skirt, his heart squeezing painfully. “I thought it would be cute.”
“It is,” Chan said, though his tone implied the opposite. Felix tried to smile in thanks. “We should go. Your black boots will look good with the costume.” He said, gathering up the makeup and putting it into the bag that had previously held Chan’s costume.
Chan rose, brushing past him to get his shoes on. Felix paused, watching him. His heart squeezed again, and his stomach tightened into a little knot. The skirt hid Chan’s ass somewhat, but Felix could still make it out, lifted perfectly with the style of jeans. He wondered what Chan would look like without the jeans – just that skirt, maybe the tail… How his thighs would feel under Felix’s hands…
Felix coughed suddenly, shaking his head. Chan glanced back and Felix tried to smile again. He adjusted his skirt as casually as he could, suddenly glad for its layers to hide the bulge he knew had grown and was pressing painfully against the zipper of the jeans. “I promised Hyunjin I’d help him with his costume.” He hurried past Chan and back out the door, swearing in his head. What he accidentally gotten himself into tonight? 
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The party was large, taking place outdoors to allow for more invitees, with a great caterer selection and music that covered the whole span of artists employed by the company. The group had been piled into two cars, Felix riding with Chan’s dorm out of convenience – and partly to hear the initial reactions from the members when he finally dragged Chan out of his room.  
The reaction was, for the most part, a series of quips about his outfit and cat jokes, as well as titters all around, leaving a rather sulky Chan in the farthest back seat of the van. Felix sat next to him, doing his best to keep his eyes from wandering too far to his left. The jeans were doing all they could to stay together, his thigh muscles straining at them as he sat. Even relaxed, his stomach was fit, and Felix’s fingers itched to trace the smooth flesh peeking from under the shirt. He’d intended this to be torment for Chan, and to keep his potential new crush away, not for himself.
“Is something wrong?” Chan asked, his mouth dangerously close to Felix’s ear as they walked the short distance from the car to the gated entrance. Camera flashes were blinding him, and he could hear his own name called – though from where he wasn’t sure.
He shook his head. “You?” He called back.
Chan frowned. “There’s a lot more photographers than I thought – this outfit is going to be plastered all over social media.”
“You look cute,” Felix cooed, earning a light shove that still knocked him a foot away. He laughed brightly, returning to Chan’s side.
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Once inside the gates, the flashing stopped for the most part, a few photographers that were permitted in remaining respectful and keeping their attention to things happening on the little stage that had been set up. Felix found himself tugged toward the food table by Minho, who already looked ready to be done with the crowds. Chan disappeared from Felix’s side almost immediately after, and it took him a few minutes of searching to spot the man, standing with a few idols he recognized from other groups. One of the girls had ahold of his tail, laughing as they talked. Another surge of jealousy cut through Felix.
Someone elbowed him in the side, drawing his eyes away from Chan. Minho cocked a brow, holding up a small plate of what looked like red velvet cake. “I asked if you wanted one.”
“Oh, uh, no. Thanks.”
“Well eat something, you missed dinner while you were getting ready.”
Felix nodded, looking down at the table. Each section was a different type of food – sweets, savories, even vegetables, etcetera. All were divided into little portions to prevent people grabbing from a single dish. He grabbed a plate of cookies decorated to look like witch hats and turned his attention back to Chan. He’d moved on from the two to another group, his bright smile visible as he laughed. Some sort of punch drink had found its way into his hand, and he was nodding along to something someone said. The costume didn’t seem to be bothering him at all anymore – which was good, Felix supposed – but he had hoped for more of a reaction from others. Instead, everyone seemed to be loving it.
Felix worked his way toward Chan but found himself stopped every few feet by an idol friend, one of the managers, choreographers, to say hello. Food handed over, shared, it was easy to get caught up in the happy energy of the evening. It seemed like each time he got a chance to head to his friend, the man disappeared into the crowd once more.
He found himself on the area they’d designed as a space to dance, and it only took a few seconds for Hyunjin to drag him over.
“You look lost.” They moved to the music.
“No, I was looking for Chan,” Felix admitted. Hyunjin smirked, and Felix wondered if he knew more than he let on. He jutted his chin over Felix’s right shoulder. “Over there.”
Felix turned, his heart sinking. Chan was standing a few feet away, his head thrown back in a laugh. Next to him stood Minsun, their hand tugging lightly at the tail attached to his waist as they danced. Chan glanced over, meeting Felix’s gaze. He grinned brightly, raising his hand in a little wave. Felix tried to smile back, but he knew it may have looked more like a grimace. He faced forward again, the false smile shifting into a pout when he realized Hyunjin had moved on to chat and dance with someone else.
Felix mingled a bit more, trying to avoid looking back at Chan, who remained standing and laughing with Minsun for what felt like far longer than he had with any other person that evening. It was stupid. Felix had no real right to be jealous – he didn’t have a claim over him, and being angry over his closest friend finding someone that made him happy was a really low move. But that didn’t make it sting any less.
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Hands wrapped around Felix’s middle from behind suddenly, and he jumped, trying to turn, but the person didn’t let him. “I saw you, Felix,” Chan’s lips were almost against his ear, his breath warm.
“Saw me when?” Felix asked, relaxing now that he knew the owner of the arms holding him.
“Watching me. You’ve been staring at me all night.”
Chan loosened his grip, letting Felix turn. He adjusted the straps holding his wings, glaring pointedly at Chan for ruffling them. His hands remained on Felix’s hips, warm through the thin fabric of the costume.
“I have not.”
“Yes, you have. Every time I’d move to a new group, I’d see you. You were staring.”
Felix glanced away, guilt warming his face. “I was just checking to see how people were reacting to your costume.”
“You’re an awful liar. But they reacted well.” Chan was smirking when Felix looked back at him. “I should thank you – I’ve been a hit with everyone. Didn’t know having someone pull my tail could be so fun.”
Felix’s expression darkened before he could stop it, and Chan’s grin brightened in return. “There it is. That look. I saw that one a lot too. You should have gone as grumpy bear with that face of yours.”
Felix tried to back up, but Chan held him tighter. “Why the glare?”
“It’s not a glare,” Felix stuttered. He glanced around, feeling like he was making a big fuss, but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. “I’m not glaring. I don’t care who pulls your tail.”
“Is that so?” Chan tugged Felix a little closer and leaned in so only Felix could hear him. “I think you’re lying again. In fact, I know you are.”
Felix pushed back with more strength, hating the way his stomach knotted delightfully at Chan’s shoulders bare under his grip. Chan let him go this time, his expression unreadable.
“I need to use the restroom,” Felix choked out, the air becoming too thick to speak. He turned and hurried away, carefully dodging people and keeping his eyes low so he wouldn’t be stopped.
He reached the door of the building they’d left open for a restroom and tugged it open, relieved to find the hall empty. Ducking into the bathroom, Felix gripped the sides of the sink, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were a vibrant pink all the way up to his ears, the tips red. Had he honestly been so obvious? What would Chan think? He’s out there glaring at his friends and for what? What reason could he give that would make sense for him glaring at anyone who smiled in Chan’s direction?
Felix took a few deep breaths, trying to come up with something he could say if Chan pressed the matter. After fixing some of the stray bits of his makeup, he reached under his skirt into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving his lip balm. The door squeaked open as he applied it.
“I’ve never had you run from me before,” Chan said. Felix’s heart skittered into his throat, cutting off his breathing as warmth flushed his cheeks all over again. He stood straight.
“I didn’t run,” he said a little breathlessly, trying to smile. “I just had to go to the bathroom.” He forced his feet to move forward, toward the door, but Chan remained still, blocking the exit.
“Chris—People will notice us gone,” Felix tried.
“Not right away.” Chan stepped forward. Felix took a step back. Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Felix,” he murmured, his voice so low it was nearly a purr – unnervingly fitting with his costume. Another step forward, and Felix stepped back again.
“Chan—What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to run from me. We need to talk about something.” He moved forward again, and Felix moved, his back smacking the outer wall of the toilet stall. Chan moved quickly then, pressing himself against Felix and grabbing his wrists. Their noses brushed, and Felix gasped at the intensity of Chan’s stare.
“Are you jealous?” Chan whispered.
“J—What? No.” Felix’s laugh was strained. He looked away, catching sight of them in the mirror. Though they were the same height, Chan seemed to tower over him, hiding most of Felix’s body with his own.
“You can’t lie to me. I’ve known you for years. I know you better than anyone, don’t I?” When Felix didn’t meet his gaze, Chan’s grip tightened just a bit on his wrists. “Felix.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I know I don’t have any right,” Felix mumbled. “To be jealous.”
Chan chuckled. He released Felix’s wrists but stayed close to him, reaching back. He dragged his tail forward, shaking it playfully. “You wanna pull my tail?” He teased.
Felix looked away again. He knew he should smile and play along – anything to break the tension thickening the air between them.
“Or is it something else?” Chan guessed. He placed his free hand against the stall wall near Felix’s head. “You’re not just mad about them liking my costume, are you?”
Felix remained silent.
Chan leaned close enough that his lips brushed Felix’s cheek. “Is that why you were adjusting that skirt all night, Felix?”
Fear crept up past the shame. Felix pressed himself tighter against the wall, forcing himself to swallow down the lump in his throat.
“I’m sorry—”
“Why didn’t you say something before?” Chan whispered. He dropped the tail and set his hand on Felix’s hip. “How long?”
“How long what?” Felix hoped maybe if he played dumb, Chan wouldn’t press.
“How long have you had a crush? Or… Is it more? Less – Maybe it’s just lust?”
“No. It’s more than that—” Felix bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut at the slip. When Chan didn’t react, he sighed, shoulders slouching. “Years. Probably since I first met you – but… I didn’t realize it. It’s been there almost as long as I remember knowing you though, really.”
“You never told me.”
“Why would I?” Felix looked at him, surprised to see a gentleness in Chan’s gaze. “You made it clear you didn’t think of me like that.”
“When did I imply that?”
“Always calling me bro, saying how close we are, like real brothers, like a family – I thought you knew, or… Had an idea. And were just… Setting boundaries.”
Chan’s brows furrowed, his face twisting into something like a grimace. “I didn’t mean it like that. I thought you liked it when I called you family, my brother.”
“I don’t not like it,” Felix mumbled. He looked down. “I just figured it would go away. The crush.”
Chan squeezed Felix’s hip. “When I call you that, it wasn’t telling you to stay away, ‘Lix. I just meant that we’re going to be together through everything. Anything. I meant it when I told you we had a connection that’s deeper than music or friendship. Don’t you remember?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about that.”
Chan reached over, catching Felix’s face in his hand. He stroked his thumb over his jaw. “I don’t think of you as a brother in that sense. And I wouldn’t ever set boundaries… Not with you. Not about that… So, why the costume, hm?” Chan glanced down at himself. “Some secret fetish?”
Felix huffed out quiet laugh, pulling his face from Chan’s grip.
“You’re blushing. It is, isn’t it?”
“No!” Felix shook his head. “I mean, it isn’t. It wasn’t because of that.”
Chan stepped back then, spinning playfully in a circle. “So why then?”
“I wanted… I wanted them to stay away from you.”
“Who?”
“Minsun.”
“Minsun? Why?”
Felix hesitated. Being honest would mean sharing so much more than he already had. But lying felt worse, especially given how much Chan knew.
“Your smile,” he mumbled. “When you text them or talk with them. You smile in that certain way. Like you’re…” He hung his head. “Like you’re in love. You used to only give that smile to me. It made me upset. And you’re right – I was jealous. I am jealous. Even though it was just a stupid fantasy I wanted you to give me that smile and have it mean something. Something more than brothers or group mates or friends.”
Felix hugged himself. “I wanted you. So I did that hoping they’d laugh instead of flirt, and maybe you’d come to me instead, because I’d never laugh at you.”
“Oh Felix,” Chan whispered. He reached out, his hand freezing when Felix flinched away. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know me better than that.”
“That was before I confessed I’ve been in love with you for years.”
“It hasn’t changed. I won’t hurt you. Not in any way.” Chan cupped Felix’s cheek. “Do you think my costume is cute, Felix?”
Felix nodded, keeping his eyes downcast.
“Is that so?” Chan stepped forward again, closing the small gap between them. “Or is it… Sexy?” He touched his own bare stomach. “Does it turn you on?”
“Chan—Don’t—”
“Why shouldn’t I? You put me in this. You told me you wanted me tonight. Isn’t this a dream come true?” Chan reached out, cupping Felix’s groin under the skirt.
Felix pushed his hand away. “Not if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to do this out of pity or charity. I don’t want this if you don’t want it yourself – your own thoughts and needs.” He tried to side step away, but Chan grabbed him and pressed him against the wall again, flattening their bodies together.
“Who says I don’t?”
“You never…” Felix shook his head. “You never showed any sign. I was looking, I’d have seen it.”
“I didn’t. Because I didn’t imagine you’d be silly enough to fall for the leader of your own group.” Chan’s thumb brushed Felix’s jaw. “You’re so pretty and kind. So thoughtful and worried about everyone but yourself. It’s trouble to have a work affair, you know. Especially with someone in positions like ours. Plus… I kind of always wondered if you had something going with Hyunjin, and just weren’t telling anyone.”
Felix snorted, laughing in surprise. “What? No. God, no. He’s nice but… Friends only.”
“Good. To be honest,” Chan admitted, sliding his other hand back under Felix’s skirt. “I was getting a little jealous of him myself.”
He cupped Felix’s groin once more, pressing gently and chuckling when Felix’s eyelids fluttered shut. Chan’s lips were warm against Felix’s neck, soft kisses tracing down the curve of it as Chan teased him through his jeans. Felix whined softly, toes curling in his boots.
“Stop—” He whispered.
Chan removed his hand, setting it on the side of Felix’s thigh.
“What’s wrong? I do want it, I’m not lying.” He murmured, lips against his collarbone.
“No, I know... But someone could walk in,” Felix whispered. “We shouldn’t.”
“You’re right.” Chan backed up, and Felix was almost disappointed. Though he knew it was right to stop them, he’d almost hoped Chan wouldn’t care.
“Come on.”
“Where?”
Chan grabbed Felix’s hand and pulled him around the stall. He pushed him into it and stepped in himself, locking the door. “Now they won’t see.”
Felix laughed breathlessly, his heart slipping a beat. “What are we doing?”
Chan’s own smile faded a little. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”
He cupped the back of Felix’s neck and pulled him forward.
Chan’s lips were soft and full, just as Felix had imagined. Their mouths fit together perfectly, the gentle kiss deepening when Chan pressed him against the wall once more.
He grabbed Felix’s wrists, pinning them above his head as he began to press kisses along the curve of his neck. He nuzzled Felix’s ear, nipping the lobe. Felix felt Chan smile against his skin.
“What?” Felix asked, breathless.
“You think I’m a pretty kitty?” Chan asked, his voice low despite the laughable comment. He nuzzled his nose against Felix’s ear again and purred loudly, startling a laugh out of Felix.
“Shh,” Chan whispered. He slid his hands slowly down Felix’s arms, letting them go as he moved his grip over his sides and down to his hips. He found the zipper of the skirt and undid it, letting it fall. The belt buckle came next, and then Felix’s button and jeans zipper.
Chan pulled back, his eyes almost black with how wide the pupils had blown. His cheeks were mottled, one whisker slightly smudged. Felix swallowed hard.
“Yeah, by the way,” he mumbled.
“Yeah what?”
“You’re pretty.” He smiled, glancing away when Chan smirked. He reached up and touched one of his cat ears.
“Making me blush.” He joked. He sank to his knees in front of Felix suddenly, looking up at him.
“Wh— Chan, we can’t—”
“Do you want to?” Chan asked, teasing his fingers over the cloth covered curve of Felix’s cock, swelling more without the pinch of the jeans.
“Yeah, but—”
“Then we can. Just don’t make noise.” Chan pushed the jeans down a bit and then the boxers, freeing Felix’s cock.
Felix covered his mouth with one hand, stifling the moan that threatened to escape from the sight alone.
Chan smirked up at him, licking his lips. He pulled off the fingerless gloves he wore for the costume and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans before reaching up and fisting Felix’s cock. He pumped it a few times, making Felix whine against his palm, throbbing in Chan’s grip.
“I always wondered how big you were,” Chan commented casually. “I’m proud I was pretty close.”
Felix’s brows knitted together. Did he mean…
“I wonder if you’ll taste like I imagined too.” Chan leaned forward, darting his tongue out and swiping over the tip. He smirked and nodded. “Better.” He licked again, pressing his palm against Felix’s pubic mound, using it to keep his cock out straight. He began to lick along his cock, keeping eye contact with Felix as he did.
The places he licked began to cool in the air, creating a drastic temperature difference where his tongue had been and presently was.
“Fuck—” Felix hissed. He reached out, gently stroking one of the ears before running his fingers lightly through Chan’s hair. “That feels good,” he whispered.
Chan swiped his tongue along the underside of Felix’s cock, pressing a kiss to the tip. “Yeah?” He whispered. “Like the kitten licks?” He teased.
Felix laughed, shaking his head. He dropped his head back against the stall. “You’re terrible.”
“You aren’t complaining.” He stuck his tongue out and winked playfully before running it over Felix’s cock again. When Felix looked down at him, he opened his mouth and moved his head forward, sliding the tip past his lips.
Felix gasped, his legs nearly giving out. He slumped against the wall, still staring down at Chan. He moaned against his palm when Chan began to suck his cock, his head bobbing gently along the length of it.
Chan’s mouth was warm and wet, the suction better than anything Felix had ever imagined. His tongue swiped along the sensitive veins, quiet swallowing and sucking noises adding to the imagery.
Felix dropped his hand down, setting it on Chan’s head. He laughed brokenly, ending in a gasp when Chan sucked harder on him before pulling off.
“What’s funny?” He asked, his lips wet.
“The leader of my group…” Felix whispered. “Is on his knees in a cat costume… Giving me a blowjob… This feels like a dream. Or a joke.”
Chan smirked. “No joke, ‘Lix… And no dream, fortunately. Have you dreamed about me sucking your cock like this?”
The words hit Felix like a delightful slap, his cock twitching and stomach knotting, sending a shot of pleasure to his balls. He tried to answer, realizing his mouth had dried. He nodded after a second.
“Yeah? Was I any good?” Chan asked, stroking Felix’s spit slicked cock gently.
He nodded again.
“Is it better in real life?” Chan teased.
A rapid nod. Felix wanted so badly to tell him to put him in his mouth again, push his head down and slide his cock back into that perfect, warm space, but he couldn’t do anything but stare. Chan stick his tongue out, licking gently over the tip.
Felix finally gathered enough spit in his mouth to speak. “This is obscene,” he whispered. Chan laughed softly. He licked again, swiping the tip of his tongue directly along Felix’s slit. It sent sparks up his spine and dragged a soft whine from his throat.
“It should be,” Chan agreed. “I’m on my knees, in a bathroom stall, sucking your cock while all our label mates, our group, is a few hundred feet away… And I’m gonna make you come.”
He sank back down on Felix’s cock, not stopping until the tip bumped the back of his throat. Felix gasped, covering his mouth with both hands to muffle his shout and screwing his eyes shut at the sudden intensity of it. His sensitive tip nudged as far back in Chan’s throat as he could for a second before Chan pulled back, the cool air on his wet shaft causing goosebumps all over his body.
“Don’t shut your eyes,” Chan growled. Felix forced his eyes open, feeling himself begin to shiver gently with excitement and overstimulation.
Chan looked up at him, all humor gone from his expression. Felix could see the skirt moving on Chan’s lap, his hand disappearing under it.
“Are you—” he rasped.
Chan smirked. “Jerking off with your dick down my throat? You bet. Don’t close your eyes again. I might bite if you do,” he threated, his tongue running over his bottom lip.
Felix nodded. He bit down on his lips, letting his hands fall to his sides.
Chan took him back into his mouth, moaning softly around his cock as he began to move once more. Felix set his hand on Chan’s head gently, watching his face to make sure it was okay. When he didn’t pull away, Felix let his fingers tangle in his hair, beginning to push a little on each down stroke.
Chan’s nostrils flared. He shifted, opening his mouth a little wider. He stopped moving his head on his own. Felix’s balls tightened further, pressing close to his body. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Gently at first, he began pushing Chan’s head down. When the tip bumped his throat, he pulled back on his head, whining softly when Chan closed his lips and sucked.
Felix heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling and the damp sound of skin sliding together, his gaze lowering to where Chan was quickly stroking himself. He was desperate to move the skirt, see his cock, watch him, but the warm squeeze of Chan’s mouth and tongue was too much to stop.
He began to twist his hips, pumping them forward. Chan picked up bobbing his own head, meeting Felix’s thrusts halfway. Felix grunted softly, chewing his lips to keep from crying out in delight.
“I’m gonna—” He rasped, his voice drying up once more as he gasped in pleasure.
The corners of Chan’s eyes turned up in as close to a smile as he could manage, and he gave a firm nod. He began to bob his head faster, soft clicks and gulps slipping out when Felix’s cock nudged the soft, small entrance to his throat.
Felix shuddered, his body tensing as it neared the breaking point. His gasp turned to a surprised shout when he nudged his throat just as Chan swallowed, the suction shoving him over the edge. His balls throbbed and released, cock jerking as he came. Felix’s body shuddered, fingers gripping Chan’s head as he struggled to keep his eyes open, watch as his cheeks hollowed, sucking hard to draw out Felix’s pleasure. He whined softly, stomach aching from the tension in his muscles as his cock spurted one last time, a weak dribble signaling the end of his pleasure.
Chan sucked once more and pulled back, letting his mouth hang open. Felix could see his milky release coating Chan’s tongue, obscene and delightful. Chan closed his lips and swallowed, his gaze not breaking from Felix’s as he did.
Felix slumped against the wall as Chan rose. He pressed a kiss to his jaw, still stroking his cock.
“Was that your first blowjob?” Chan asked.
Felix shook his head.
“Aw, too bad.” He chuckled.
“But it was the first one I came from,” Felix admitted. Chan smirked against his cheek.
“Aw, thanks for the ego boost,” he teased, sounding annoyingly attractive even though it with his breathless gasps. “Have you ever been fucked?”
Felix was surprised his body had enough energy to warm his cheeks with the familiar embarrassed blush. He nodded. “A f— few times.”
“Since coming here?”
Felix shook his head, closing his eyes tightly.
“Hm.” Chan pressed his nose against Felix’s cheek before moving over and nipping along his neck. “Was I a good kitty for you, Felix?” He grumbled.
Felix giggled. “You won’t let that go, will you?”
“You’re the one that got hard seeing me in a cat costume, bro. I’m just helping your kink.”
Felix pouted, leaning back. “Don’t call me bro,” he whined.
Chan’s expression turned solemn for a moment. “It doesn’t mean… I promise, it doesn’t.”
“I know. But I still don’t like. Especially since you just sucked my dick. That’s weird.”
Chan chuckled. “Fair enough. I’ll stop. Baby then? Better?”
Felix nodded quickly at that.
Chan nodded in agreement. “You didn’t answer my question. Was I a good kitty for you?” He pressed.
Felix rolled his eyes. “Yes, you were a good kitty, Chan.”
“Doesn’t that mean you should give me belly rubs?” Chan took his hand and placed it on his stomach. Felix felt a smile spreading across his face despite his best efforts, understanding. He nodded, standing up straight. He gently stroked along Chan’s belly, feeling the muscles quiver under his touch as Chan tensed and released his stomach. He bit his bottom lip, slumping against the stall wall.
Felix began to move lower with each swipe of his hand, finally reaching the skirt, jutting obscenely with his erection. He slid his hand under the skirt and wrapped his hand around the shaft. It was thick and silken, throbbing with arousal.
Felix bit his lip, his stomach twisting in arousal despite the protest in his cock. He began to stroke Chan slowly, leaning forward to run his lips gently over his jaw.
It didn’t take long before Chan’s hips were twitching forward. “Harder,” he whispered.
Felix obeyed, shivering at the groan he received in return. “I want you to come over tonight,” Chan whispered, his breath coming in quick pants as they stroked his cock together. “Wanna fuck you… Listen to you moan for me… Oh!”
He grabbed Felix’s hand from his cock suddenly and pressed it against his tip. Felix gasped, feeling Chan’s cock throb and begin to spill in his palm. Chan shuddered and moaned against his neck.
“Tonight,” Felix agreed in a shaky whisper. He reached his other hand over to stroke Chan through the orgasm, cupping the palm over him to catch as much as he could. “I’ll stay over.”
Chan groaned, gripping Felix’s arms. His hips twitched forward and he shuddered.
Felix carefully removed his palm, looking at the come in it.
Chan grabbed toilet paper, carefully wiping it away. He smiled almost shyly.
“Sorry, I didn’t think; I should’ve used this.”
“I don’t mind.” Felix said. He took the paper and finished cleaning his palm before dropping it in the toilet behind them.
They fixed their jeans in silence, the reality of what had happened sinking in. Felix glanced over, worry twisting his gut when Chan wouldn’t look at him. Had he said too much? Was Chan regretting this?
“Well, we should get back out there.” Chan said. He unlocked the door and peeked out before stepping out and over to the mirror to fix his makeup.
Felix stood behind him, hugging his chest worriedly. Their gazes met in the mirror, and Chan’s face drooped.
“We should talk, huh? Now that we aren’t…” He motioned to the stall as he turned around. Felix nodded. He lowered his gaze, hating this feeling of insecurity that was creeping in.
“Do you regret it?” He whispered.
“What? That?” Chan paused. “No. Not at all, I was afraid you might. I didn’t ask exactly what you wanted.”
Felix shook his head. “I don’t regret it. I wanted it. And I meant what I said after.” He looked up at Chan. “I’ll stay with you tonight… I want to. If you do.”
“You want me to? Us to, I mean?”
Felix nodded. “I do.”
Chan relaxed then, smiling. “If you change your mind, don’t be afraid to tell me.” He reached out, pulling at Felix’s arm until he dropped his hand so Chan could hold it. “Please don’t hide things from me again.”
“I won’t.”
Chan pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his mouth. A new warmth spread through Felix, this time from the center of his chest. He leaned into Chan for a moment before pulling back.
“We should get out there again. Before someone comes looking.” Chan whispered.
“Maybe you should go first. So it doesn’t look like we just… Did exactly what we just did.”
Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Dance with me when you get out there.” He grinned. “I’ll even let you play with my tail.”
Felix snorted and smacked his chest lightly. “Get out of here,” he teased.
He watched Chan leave and faced the mirror again, taking a few deep breaths as his mind tossed over what had just happened. He’d confessed his crush, Chan had reciprocated… And he’d gotten his head in a bathroom stall – a first for everything. He laughed softly at the absurdity of it. And tonight… Tonight he’d be in Chan’s bed. For the first time as a lover, not a friend.
Anxiety twisted in his chest - fears of not being good enough, making a mistake, regretting it. It’d been ages since he had a partner aside from his own hand and toys – what if Chan was disappointed? He glared at the reflection.
“Be quiet,” he mumbled to himself. “It’ll be fine. We want this. This is what I’ve wanted for years.” Content with his self-scolding, Felix nodded and straightened up, heading out of the bathroom and back to the party.
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It took him a few moments to find Chan, laughing happily and nodding as Seungmin gesticulated toward the other corner of the party. He looked so at ease and natural – meanwhile Felix could swear everyone looking at him knew exactly what he’d just done. He made his way to the two, snagging a drink from the table as he passed. It was a deep red color, and he sniffed to make sure it wasn’t spiked; he wanted sobriety tonight – especially for later.
“Felix!” Seungmin’s voice was bright. He grinned, his eyes barely visible with the heavily decorated half mask he wore as a part of his masquerade partygoer costume.
Chan turned around, meeting Felix’s gaze. His smile softened just a bit. “Glad you could find your way over.”
“Did you get lost in the bathroom?” Seungmin teased. Felix laughed, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He glanced at Chan, hoping the other hadn’t said anything. He gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.
“What’re you drinking?”
“I don’t know, smells like fruit punch.” Felix handed it over to Chan.
“It’s bigger here than I expected. After all the lockdowns and such, I didn’t think we’d have much this year,” Seungmin said, glancing around. If there was anything off about Felix, he didn’t notice.
“It’s fun though,” Felix said. “I haven’t seen some of these people for months, it’s nice to at least say hello.”
Chan slipped his arm in the space in front of Felix’s wings around his shoulders. The touch brought back everything they’d just done, and he closed his eyes, struggling to keep his breathing calm. He could hear Chan and Seungmin talking and laughing, but his mind was too fuzzy to process the words. Chan’s fingers brushed over his arm.
“Dance with us a bit,” Chan murmured in his ear. Felix nodded. He sidestepped to free his shoulders. Chan grabbed him around the middle, forcing him to stay close as they moved with the music. Seungmin was oblivious, dancing around freely in front of them.  
“What time is it?” Felix asked after a few minutes, realizing how dark it was. He dug his phone from his pocket and checked, surprised to see it nearing eleven.
“We should go soon, do you think?” He asked, putting his mouth close to Chan’s ear as the music changed to something louder and faster.
Chan moved back enough to let Felix catch his smirk. He nodded. “I’ll see if any of the others are ready to get going. Meet you by the front gate?” Felix nodded. He watched Chan disappear before asking Seungmin if he wanted to go. Getting a hearty no, he made his way to the front gate.
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Felix met up with Chan, Jeongin, and Minho at the front. “Others are staying?” Felix asked.
Chan nodded. “Yeah, Chanbin’s gonna keep track of them until they wanna all go.”
The four piled into one of the cars, Felix and Chan finding their way into the back once more. Chan reached over, taking Felix’s hand and twining their fingers. Their gazes met and he smirked. “A pretty successful party, I’d say.”
Felix smiled despite himself, biting on his lips to keep it from widening too far. “I’d say,” he whispered.
“Saw old faces… Learned some new things.” Chan reached his other hand over, squeezing Felix’s thigh. “I’ll be glad to get out of the costume though; these jeans are tight.” As he spoke, he tugged Felix’s hand over, pressing it against his crotch.
Felix squeezed his eyes shut, biting his cheek hard enough to hurt when he felt the firm bulge of his growing erection.
“You okay?”
Felix opened his eyes, meeting Minho’s concerned look from the seat in front of them. “Yeah,” Felix whispered. “Just got dizzy for a second,” he lied, pulling his hand away from Chan’s crotch.
Minho’s brows furrowed. He glanced at Chan but said nothing, turning to face the front again. Felix sighed softly. He glared pointedly at Chan, who only smirked and shrugged one shoulder. He leaned over, his voice just above a whisper.
“They’ll find out at some point.”
“Not tonight,” Felix hissed. Chan raised his brows, mouth pouting out a bit. Felix shook his head. “We’ll talk in your room,” he clarified.
Chan nodded. He reached up, touching the flower crown still in Felix’s hair. “Want me to help you get this out? It looks like it’ll take a bit.”
“Uh… Yeah, if you want.” Felix slouched as well as he could with the seatbelt, allowing Chan to undo the small braids and ties he’d put in his hair to keep the crown in place.
His eyes slipped shut, little sparks of pleasure skipping through his body as Chan’s fingers moved, short nails scraping his scalp delightfully and tugging his hair just enough to wake his cock up in his jeans. He smirked to himself, squeezing his hands together tightly on his lap; he should have known Chan didn’t offer for an innocent, chivalrous reason.
“Tease,” he whispered, not sure if Chan could hear him, but not wanting to risk the other two hearing.
Chan’s fingers slipped through the hair he’d just freed. He made a fist and tugged firmly. Felix gasped. He saw the seat in front of him move, and heard Chan’s laugh.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to pull,” he said.
“It’s okay.” Felix said, trying to keep his voice measured despite the ache of arousal in his gut.
The seat shifted again. Chan’s fingers tightened again, tugging a little slower but more firmly this time. Felix gripped his knees hard enough that his knuckles turned white, his erection beginning to ache against the tight confines of his jeans.
Chan moved to a different spot, releasing the small bands. He pulled the crown off and Felix sat up, narrowing his eyes warningly at Chan’s infuriating grin.
Chan set the crown in his lap. He took off his own cat ears then and pushed the band onto Felix’s head, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.
“See, these fit you so much better.”
“Is that so?” Felix asked.
Chan nodded. “You’ve got the face for them.” He brushed his fingers along Felix’s jaw.
Felix lifted the flower crown and pushed it onto Chan’s head. He pulled his phone out and leaned close to Chan, waiting for the other to smile before snapping a photo of them.
“Cute,” he praised. Chan looked over, a small smile curving up the corners of his mouth.
“Look like a couple,” he whispered.
Felix glanced up to make sure the two didn’t overhear before looking at Chan. They’d need to talk about this at some point, he knew. His throat seemed to dry up before he could speak, so he stayed quiet, just searching Chan’s face in the passing streetlights.
Chan smiled softly, a relaxed expression that made a sense of ease wash over Felix. He swallowed hard.
“Are we?” He murmured.
Chan hesitated for a moment, glancing out the window behind Felix’s head. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
“I think that’s a real possibility,” he finally whispered.
The smile that spread across Felix’s face made his cheeks ache, his heart skipping and stuttering along to the butterflies Chan’s words had released into his stomach. Before he could answer, the car rolled to a stop in the parking garage for the apartment Felix and Minho shared. The other two stepped out and Jeongin looked expectantly at Felix, who shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to spread across his face.
“I left a bunch of stuff in Hyunjin’s room. I’ll stay at theirs tonight.”
Minho’s gaze seemed to harden a bit at Felix’s words. He glanced at Chan, then back at Felix.
“Alright. See you tomorrow, probably.” He said after a moment.
The door closed and Felix slumped back in the seat.
“Do you think he knows?” He murmured as they headed toward the other apartment.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he figures it out. He’s smart. We won’t be able to hide it from him for long, at least.”
Felix nodded. As the car neared the apartment, his anxiety began to grow. He tugged at his ear, watching the buildings pass through the window. Chan remained silent, his hand resting on Felix’s thigh. Normally warm and comforting, it only served tonight as a reminder of how nervous he was.
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The two thanked their driver as they got out, heading up to the apartment. Once inside, Chan tugged his boots off and wrapped his arms around Felix, hugging him from behind. “We should wash up first.”
They entered Chan’s bathroom, standing shoulder to shoulder as they washed the makeup from their faces. It was a comfortable thing; habits shared and learned from so many years living together. Chan finished first, stepping back. He removed the flower crown and peeled off the crop top. Felix watched him through the mirror, letting himself stare openly. Chan smirked. He undid and dropped the skirt, and then his belt and the tail attached to it. Felix’s gaze dropped to his jeans.
“Want me to take them off?” Chan teased. Felix diverted his eyes quickly, staring at his own flushed reflection.
“No. I mean, you don’t have to now.”
Chan stepped up behind him again, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder. “Are you feeling shy?”
“A little,” Felix admitted.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“I want to.” Felix met his gaze in the mirror. “I really want to. I’m just nervous. I know it’ll be okay.”
“It will. I’m here, you trust me, right?”
Felix nodded, smiling. “You know I do. Wholly.”
“Then I’ll take care of you. Trust that.”
Chan began to press kisses along the curve of Felix’s neck. “Finish washing up. I wanna use our time alone well.”
Felix hurried to finish his skin care, pausing every few moments to sigh or moan as Chan’s hands wandered over his body, squeezing and rubbing, finding all his spots. He turned around to face him, undoing the faux corset and letting it drop before tugging off the shirt.
“You left this on,” Felix said, touching the collar. Chan reached up, his eyebrows rising.
“I forgot I had it.”
“It looks good on you. You should wear chokers more often.”
“You think?” Chan glanced at himself in the mirror, angling his neck a few different ways to examine it with the strip of leather. “Not bad.” He grabbed the cat ears again and put them back on, grinning.
“Should I keep them on tonight?” He teased.
Felix laughed, yanking them off. “Don’t you dare.”
“Aw, why not? You didn’t like me being a kitty for you?” Chan smirked then. He unhooked the collar and tossed it aside before he grabbed the ears and placed the band on Felix’s head.
“Or maybe you want a turn as the kitty? Hm?” Felix glared playfully and pushed his chest, making him step back. He undid the skirt and his own jeans and pushed them down. He stood a moment, naked save for the cat ears. Before he could lose the nerve, he dropped down to his knees on the cold bathroom floor.
“This is what you like?” He asked, sliding his hands slowly up Chan’s legs.
Chan swallowed audibly, his eyes wide as Felix leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tent at the front of his jeans. “Want me to do what you did for me? Suck your dick in the bathroom? Let you come in my mouth?”
Chan swore softly. Felix undid the button of his jeans before he felt Chan grip his shoulders. He yanked him up easily and spun them, shoving Felix with enough force against the wall to jar the shelving and knock the headband askew.
Chan kissed him hard, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s cock. Felix moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders.
He broke the kiss and began biting gently at Felix’s neck and shoulder.
“How often do you come, Felix?” He panted.
“Every few days.” Felix’s hips twitched, the gentle strokes only teasing him.
“Yeah?” Chan murmured against his ear. “How many times do you come with something inside you?” He reached his other hand around, squeezing Felix’s ass before running this forefinger across the pucker.
Felix gasped. “Almost every time,” he confessed.
“What do you use?”
“Fingers—” Felix whispered. “If I’m in a hurry. If not I have a dildo.”
“A dildo?” Chan gasped teasingly. “You naughty boy.” He stepped back and grabbed Felix’s hand. “Bed.” He demanded. Felix barely had time to throw the headband off before he was yanked out of the bathroom.
They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, both fighting for a moment to be on top of the other.
Chan overpowered Felix, pinning him down on his stomach and forcing his legs open.
“How big is your dildo?” Chan asked. He squeezed his exposed his ass. Felix buried his face in the pillow, inhaling Chan’s scent. He whined softly.
Chan swatted him. “How big is the dildo?” He repeated more firmly. Felix heard a lid snap open. He shifted just enough to be heard. “Not as thick as your cock. About six inches, a little shorter than you.”
“You sure it’s not as thick?” Chan asked. Felix gasped when fingers covered in cold lube circled his hole.
“Yes! It’s why I’m nervous,” he confessed, burying his face deeper in the pillow.
“Why?” Chan leaned over him, teasing his ass with two fingers. He barely pressed one in before removing it and massaging the rim.
Felix whined again. Chan used his free hand to grab his hair and tug it back, forcing Felix’s head up from the pillow. Felix moaned, the delightful pain making his cock throb.
“Because you’re big,” he gasped.
Chan slipped his first finger into his ass to the third knuckle, gently using it to tug at the soft, sensitive flesh.
“Because I’m scared I won’t be able to take you, or you won’t like how I feel, or I won’t make you come.” The words rushed out of Felix as Chan fingered him, still tugging his hair.
Chan huffed a gentle laugh. He let Felix’s head go, following him back down to lay over him.
“You’ll be able to take me, ‘Lix. Don’t you worry,” he purred against his ear. “I’m gonna make sure you can take every inch of my cock deep inside…” He twisted his wrist and added a second finger, pausing when Felix squealed into the pillow.
The stretch wasn’t painful, but it was unexpected; he’d gotten so used to his own fingers and techniques that Chan’s were overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to relax. Chan seemed to understand, and began to scissor and thrust his fingers.
“See? Already being so good,” he praised. “You’ll feel perfect around my cock, baby.” He kissed along Felix’s shoulder. “Don’t hide that pretty voice. You know I love it. Moan for me, let me know what you like.”
Chan moved down, pressing warm kisses along Felix’s spine. Goosebumps raised on his exposed skin, his stomach flipping delightfully as Chan worked open his ass. A third finger was added and Felix squealed, pushing his ass back happily for more. His mind was cloudy with pleasure, craving so much more.
After a few minutes working him open with three, Felix felt the prod of Chan’s tongue and gasped, looking back as well as he could.
“What—”
“What?” Chan’s breath was hot against his damp hole, held open with the spread of his fingers. “Never had your ass eaten?”
Felix shook his head. “I haven’t.”
“Missing out. Just relax and enjoy it.”
He lowered his head again and began prodding at Felix’s hole once more. Felix laughed, his body not sure how respond to the strange new sensation. Chan laughed as well, but kept going, holding Felix’s hole open with his fingers, the other hand gripping his ass.
Slowly and steadily, Chan was able to drive more of his tongue into Felix’s center. It was both strange and delightful, the press of his tongue against his rim, the feel of his lips brushing against his ass. Felix whined helplessly, his cock twitching as his balls drew tight to his body.
Chan alternated between fingering him with deep stretching strokes, and fucking him with his tongue. He flipped it back and forth, let it press against the soft warmth inside him. Felix sobbed brokenly, twisting his hips back.
“Please—” He gasped, his stomach clenching so hard with arousal that it hurt.  He had never been one to edge himself, preferring the joy of his climax to the drawn-out agony.
“Please what?” Chan asked, thrusting his fingers deep. They made a wet noise as they plunged into Felix, dragging another desperate moan out of him.
“Close! Don’t tease,” he pleaded. “I think I’m ready.”
“Oh you are,” Chan said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He pulled his fingers out and spread Felix’s ass. “You’re gaping beautifully, baby. Gonna take my cock without any issue.” He leaned forward and Felix shouted when his tongue sank in as deep as it could reach. Chan moaned against his ass, thrusting his tongue quickly. He held tight to Felix as he writhed, shouting into the pillow. It was obscene and he knew it, feeling Chan’s tongue flick and thrust in his ass. He needed more.
“Fuck me!” He yelped, twisting his hips back.
Chan pulled away. The bed shifted as he rose, and Felix heard his zipper. A rustle of fabric and the bed shifted once more. He moved up Felix’s body, and Felix moaned when he felt Chan’s cock slot between his ass cheeks.
“God I wanna fuck you,” Chan panted, humping Felix’s ass slowly. “I wanna slide in and listen to the way you moan.”
“Do it, please,” Felix begged. “Please, I’m ready.”
Chan moved back, shifting on the bed, he grabbed Felix’s hip and pulled. “Roll,” he grunted.
Felix rolled onto his back, his breath sticking in his throat. Chan knelt between his legs. His cock was hard and ruddy between his thighs, chest heaving as he breathed. His lips were swollen and red, slightly damp, hair damp with sweat.
Felix spread his legs wider, bracing his feet on the mattress to lift his hips in a silent plea.
Chan leaned over, slotting his thighs under the back of Felix’s. He grabbed the lube and slicked his cock, eyes roaming Felix’s body as he did.
“Are you sure?” He whispered suddenly, sounding more insecure than Felix thought he ever had before.
He sat up, cupping Chan’s face in his hands. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I promise. I want this if you do.”
“God, I do. You have no idea,” Chan mumbled, closing his eyes.
“Oh, I have some idea,” Felix teased, dancing the tips of his fingers over Chan’s cock. Chan hissed and laughed, nodding in agreement.
Felix laid back down, shifting so his body would be easily accessible. He reached down to his ass and pulled himself open, a little surprised to feel the cool air inside his rim; he’d never been so open before.
Chan added a bit more lube to his hole before lining up.
“Felix—”
Felix nodded. “Chan…”
Chan’s cock was thick and hot as it pressed into Felix’s ass. The stretch was intense even with the prep, the silken tip forcing open his body. Felix moaned brokenly, trying to relax. He shifted his hips down, easing Chan deeper.
They both shouted when the swell of his head slipped through, a delightful splinter of pleasure shooting up Felix’s spine.
“Perfect,” he panted. “Keep going. I want you all the way,” he pleaded. He hooked his legs around Chan’s hips, moving his hands to his shoulders when Chan laid over him, using the new position to drive the rest of his cock into Felix’s hole.
His eyes fluttered shut as Chan filled him, trimmed hair ticking his skin. He forced himself to meet Chan’s gaze, his lips parted.
“It’s so good,” he whispered.
Chan’s teeth were bared, his gaze unfocused. Felix could see his arms shaking as he struggled not to move.
“It’s okay,” Felix whispered. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s cheek. “I like it. Move, please— I want you to make me come.”
Chan groaned at that. He leaned down, catching Felix’s lips in a deep kiss as he began to thrust, smothering their grunts and whines in each other’s mouths.
Felix was fuller than he’d ever been before. Each stroke of Chan’s cock against his oversensitive prostate was a delightful searing pleasure, squeezing his balls and sparking his nerves.
He threw his head back on a particularly hard thrust, his rim stretching a little further. “More!” He gasped. He slid his hands down Chan’s back and squeezed his ass, twisting his own hips up to meet his thrusts.
“You said you wanted to fuck me… Do it,” he whispered. He looked up at Chan through half closed eyes, hoping he looked as sexy as Chan was making him feel. “I know you want to go harder… I can feel you shaking. Do it.”
Chan grimaced. He pulled back and slammed his hips in, freezing when Felix yelped. Felix grinned.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “I want you to let go. You won’t hurt me. I’m so close already - I want you to make me come like this.”
Chan swore softly. He shifted onto his hands. One more kiss to Felix’s mouth before he changed his thrusts, angling them deeper and harder than before. Their hips struck almost painfully, the bed squeaking dangerously as Chan thrusted into Felix’s body.
Felix screamed his name, holding tight to his shoulders as he was filled, a pressure beginning to build deep inside him. He lost track of time, electric sparks shorting out any thoughts except the feel of Chan’s cock fucking him open and his groans, sighs of pleasure that let Chan know he was enjoying this just as much.
“Again!” Felix gasped suddenly, his cock twitching and spilling a weak dribble of come. “I’m gonna come, please, again, more!”  
Chan did his best to obey, trying to find the angle he’d been at; his thrusts had lost rhythm a few minutes earlier, his own orgasm evidently nearing.
When he found the perfect angle once more, Felix shouted, nodding. “Yes! Please, hard - just like that. I’m gonna come on your cock, just a little more—” He pleaded.
“Shit,” Chan gritted out as he continued. “I didn’t put on a rubber, I’m close too.”
“You can come in me,” Felix gasped.
The pressure building released suddenly, a flood of pleasure rushing through every inch of Felix’s body. His balls squeezed and released, forcing thick ropes of come out of his cock to splash over their stomachs. Chan moaned loudly, keeping up his pace even as Felix screamed his name, clenching tight around his cock. The strokes against his prostate were sparks on a raging fire, each one squeezing his aching balls to force out another spurt of come, painting his heaving chest.
As Felix sobbed brokenly, his body shuddering through the final edge of his release, Chan shouted his name. He slammed forward hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go. He twisted his hips weakly, humping as he shuddered, grunting and gasping Felix’s name.
Felix���s eyes fluttered shut, the throb of Chan’s cock soothing on his sore rim as he was filled.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper. “Come in me, baby. Let it all out… God, it’s so good, Chan…”
Chan shivered, his muscles slowly beginning to unclench, and Felix laughed breathlessly.
“Fuck—” Chan whispered. He slumped down on Felix, laughing when Felix grunted and smacked his arm.
“Can’t breathe,” he whined.
“Can’t move,” Chan argued.
Felix groaned, shoving him again until he lifted back up.
“Relax,” he warned. He pulled his softening cock free gently and flopped onto his back next to Felix.
The two laid in silence for a long moment, catching their breath. Felix reached down, finding Chan’s hand and gripping it hard, half afraid he’d disappear, or Felix would wake up and find this to be an incredibly intense dream.
“’Lix,” Chan whispered, so quiet that Felix almost missed it.
“Hm?”
“We should shower. I’m about to fall asleep.”
“Mm…”
They laid still a moment longer.
“We should really get up,” Chan mumbled again. Felix nodded.
“Yeah.”
When neither moved again, Felix laughed. Chan joined in, looking over at him. The awkward tension that had been building in the silence seemed to release, and Felix felt himself relax. “Come on,” he grumbled, sitting up. He groaned in surprise at the sudden ache that radiated from his ass. Chan was up in a second, kneeling next to him.
“You okay? Is it your back again?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Felix said, his voice a little strained. He rubbed his lower back, twisting to stretch it. “Sore.”
“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I? I didn’t mean to.”
“No, no…” He smiled and touched Chan’s shoulder. “It’s not bad. Just stiff from being in that position, I think. It’s been… A while.” He smiled sheepishly.
Chan frowned. He gently rubbed small circles with his thumbs along the length of Felix’s spine. “Next time I’ll be more gentle.”
“Don’t do that, this was amazing.” Felix argued. He rose and stretched. “All better,” he said honestly. He was stiff, and a little sore, but he knew it was from the sex, not an injury.
Chan narrowed his gaze, clearly trying to determine if Felix was lying. He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and stood up.
Felix knew he wanted to bring up what happened, what they planned on doing, how to deal with things going forward, but he wasn’t sure how to. So he remained silent as he stood in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. He didn’t want things to be awkward – it was something he’d never considered happening. Awkwardness meant tension in the group, and that was the last thing he wanted.
It was Chan that broke the silence, ultimately. “What do you want this to be?”
Felix looked up, meeting his gaze. Though the bathroom was on the smaller size, he felt miles apart from Chan at that moment. He chewed the inside of his lip, wanting desperately to be honest, but afraid.
“I…” He sighed softly.
“Felix…” Chan whispered. He reached out, stopping just short of touching Felix. He kept his palm up, waiting.
Felix took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled to Chan’s chest. “Please let me know honestly,” he whispered. “I don’t regret this but we have to decide. We can’t let things get weird.”
“I don’t want them to. I don’t want anything to change,” Felix finally admitted.
“So… You want to pretend this didn’t happen?” Chan asked, and the pain in his voice was obvious. Felix winced, shaking his head quickly. He straightened up to look Chan in the face.
“No, no, not what I meant. I mean…” He sighed, desperate for the words to come to him. “I like what we have. What we had before tonight. Our closeness. And I want to still have that and not change that. But also… Not change… This.” He motioned to their bodies.
“Fuck buddies?”
Felix shook his head again. “No. I want to be the only one you give that special smile to.”
Chan smiled a bit, tilting his head. “I still don’t know what smile you mean.”
Felix couldn’t hide his own grin at the thought of it, his heart stuttering against his ribs. “I can’t explain it. You used to only show it to me. This soft… Genuine smile. It felt like I was making you happy in a way nobody else had. It felt like love. I know you love all the members, so do I, but it was different. You never smiled at them like that, I checked… I watched, I figured you were just endeared but… It was different. And then I saw you smiling like that at your phone and I figured maybe… A photo of us? Me? But… It was them. Minsun. And that’s when I got jealous. Because I’ve always wanted that smile to be just for me. Because it might have meant that you loved me… In a different way.”
Chan’s entire face softened then, his cheeks rising a bit as a contented, relaxed smile slid across his face.
Felix nodded. “That one,” he whispered.
Chan nodded as well, his lips thinning as he pressed them together, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “I think I know what you mean. That smile wasn’t for Minsun, Felix. You know me and them… We’re friends but… Have you ever talked to them?”
Felix shook his head. “Not outside the makeup chair.”
Chan nodded. “They like you. They’re inspired by you, actually.”
“Me?” Felix laughed a little, pointing to his chest. “Why me?”
Chan shrugged. “They think you’re beautiful. They love your talent and your voice and your personality. They want to be like you. ‘Lix, most of the time that we text… We’re talking about you.”
Felix didn’t think someone could have a heart attack from happiness, but he wondered if he’d be the first at that moment. His heart squeezed and his stomach did flips in joy, the world seeming to brighten. It was a small thing, Chan’s confession, but it meant everything he’d dreamed.
He wanted to shout for joy, kiss Chan, scream, laugh, cry. His vision blurred. Chan rushed forward, wrapping his arms around him.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “You don’t get to start crying right now, baby.”
Felix laughed, smacking at the tear that slipped out when he did. “Don’t tell me not to cry.”
Chan tsked him. “What will STAY say? Hearing I made you cry?”
Felix laughed again, pressing his face against Chan’s chest. He could hear his heart pounding strong and steady, the warmth of his arms comforting down to his core.
“That’s a smile for me,” he whispered.
“It always has been,” Chan confirmed. He pressed a kiss to Felix’s head. “I’ve always felt something special for you.”
“I wish you’d told me. I wish I’d said something.”
“You have now. Things don’t need to change. I think we’re just fine like this.”
“Except…” Felix began. He looked up at Chan, his tongue stuck down with shyness.
Chan waited expectantly, his brows raised. Felix swallowed, forcing his mouth to cooperate. “Except I want to be yours. Actually yours.”
“Can I be your boyfriend?” Chan teased in a sing-song voice, miming their song. Felix laughed. He nodded.
“Something like that.”
Chan’s smile softened. “I’d like that.” He ran his hands over Felix’s back. “Come on… Lets get in the shower before we lose the hot water.”
They stepped under the water, and Felix groaned, leaning against the wall. “That feels amazing.”
Turn, I’ll wash your back,” Chan offered. Felix was far too content to protest. He turned, putting his forearms arms against the wall and resting his head on them. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Chan washing his back. He sighed softly when his hands moved down over his ass, gently washing away the remnants of his release and the lube.
“You’re sure you’re not too sore?”
“I’m sure. It’s a good sore.” Felix moved directly under the spray to rinse off and washed out the cloth, giving Chan a push. “My turn.” Chan chuckled but obeyed, leaning against the wall to let Felix wash him. They switched positions, sharing shampoo and body wash, and far too many teasing touches and kisses.
After washing, Chan pushed Felix against the wall once more, beginning to kiss along the curve of his neck.
“We should tell the rest of the group,” Chan mumbled against his skin, sighing and resting his forehead on Felix’s shoulder.
“How do you think they’ll react? I don’t want it to cause problems.”
“I don’t know. They’ve always seemed pretty cool with relationships like this. Open minded.”
Felix nodded. “Yeah, but it’s different when it’s someone you know, works with you, lives with you. It’s easier to accept a theory.”
Chan sighed heavily. Felix felt him nod. He stood straight, his brows furrowing in the way they did when he was trying to come up with a solution.
“Changbin first,” Felix said. “And Minho. They’re the oldest, and I think they’ll be the most understanding. They know you best too, Changbin especially. They can help with the rest.”
“Jisung too,” Chan agreed. “What do you think about Hyunjin? He’s so close to you…”
“You really won’t let that go, will you?” Felix teased. He wrapped his arms around Chan’s shoulders. “He’s straight, Chan.”
“You sure?” Chan asked, narrowing his eyes.
Felix laughed. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s mouth. “I am very sure. I don’t know how he’ll take it, but I don’t think it’ll be bad. He’s got a pretty good idea about me already.”
“About you? Not being straight?”
Felix nodded. “We’ve talked about it in fewer words. He doesn’t know I’ve had a crush on you but he seems cool with me in general, so.”
Chan nodded. “Good. We’ll start with Minho and Changbin then, tomorrow. After we tell the others, we can decide as a group how to proceed.”
Felix nodded. “I agree. But we should all talk about it. Decide as a group. That’s only fair.”
Chan turned off the water, grabbing towels for them. They dried off in silence and entered the bedroom again. Chan dug in his dresser, passing over a pair of pajama pants and one of his shirts.
“These should fit you.”
Felix smiled softly, taking them and pulling them on. Though he’d borrowed Chan’s clothing before, he couldn’t help but smile softly at it now.
“What’s up?” Chan asked, noticing the look. He tugged on his bottoms, adjusting the string as he spoke.
“Nothing, it’s silly.”
“Tell me anyways.”
Felix shrugged. “Just feels different. Sharing your clothes with you now that we…”
“Are a couple?” Chan finished. Felix nodded.
“It does. I think it looks better on you now. More… Correct.”
Chan went to his bed. He stripped the top sheet off and balled it up, tossing it into the corner. Felix snorted.
“Hyunjin always complains about that.”
“What?” Chan asked, hunting under his bed.
“You making a mess.”
“It’s my room.”
“And that room explodes into the rest of the dorm. You realize that once he finds out we’re together, I’m going to hear all of his complaints about you?”
Chan glanced at Felix, head halfway under the bed. He smirked. “As if you don’t already?”
“But now he’ll expect me to do something about it.”
“Like what? Spank me if I don’t clean my room?”
Felix’s cheeks burned hot, the imagery filling his mind in graphic detail. Chan chuckled. He emerged from the bed, pulling a clean sheet from a bag.
“You’re right,” he said though Felix hadn’t spoken. “I might like that too much.”
Felix pulled his lips between his teeth, biting down to remain silent. He stared at Chan with wide eyes.
Chan smirked at his expression, turning to put the sheet on the bed.
“You can’t start saying stuff like that,” Felix warned, going over to help him. “People will notice way faster.”
“As if they don’t already know you love touching my ass.”
“Everyone loves touching your ass, Christopher.”
Chan looked over at him, grinning. He winked dramatically. “It’s a nice ass.”
Felix groaned at the terrible comment, bumping their shoulders together. He sighed when they finished making the bed, standing up straight. “Hm.”
“What?”
He glanced at Chan and smiled sheepishly. “I was tired… But now I’m a little hungry.”
Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Me too. Come on, we should be able to raid the kitchen for something.”
They headed out the door and down the short hallway to the kitchen. As they passed the living room, movement caught Felix’s eye. He shouted, jumping back against Chan. Chan looked over, swearing in surprise.
Changbin and Jisung sat on the couch, staring with mirrored droll expressions. Their costumes were off and they’d changed into casual clothes.
“Wanna tell us something, kitty?” Changbin teased.
A cold sweat broke out over every inch of Felix’s body. The world tilted and he worried for a second he was going to faint. They planned on telling the members – but not like this.
“How much did you hear?” Chan asked, sounding confident and stern.
“Way too much, man.” Jisung said. “Like, graphic imagery that I will never be able to erase from my brain, thanks to you two.”
“I seriously thought someone was hurting him,” Changbin cried, motioning to Felix. “What the hell were you doing to make him scream like that!”
Felix’s face reddened further. He brought his shoulders up, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Chan made a noise of annoyance and flipped his hand. “If you heard, you know what I was doing.”
“I wasn’t in pain,” Felix mumbled, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out.
Chan wrapped his arm around Felix’s shoulders. “Do we have a problem, guys?” He asked, all humor gone from his tone. Felix could feel him squeezing.
“Hey, no—” Jisung began, but Changbin cut him off.
“You bet we do!” He shouted as he shot up from the couch. Chan’s arm squeezed further and Felix felt himself pulled backwards a bit as Chan stepped in front of him.
“Changbin—” Jisung tried. Felix dared a glance up, his throat closing when he saw Jisung’s desperately confused expression. He tugged at Changbin’s arm helplessly, but the other was focused only on Chan. His eyes were wide, nostrils flaring.
“And what problem is that?” Chan said, his voice low and deadpan. Felix knew that tone; things got dangerous when Chan used that tone.
“What problem?!” Changbin shouted. “You hurt my feelings!”
The words hung in the air, all three staring at Changbin in frozen surprise. His shoulders were rising and falling as he breathed, clearly worked up. Chan tilted his head, his shoulders slumping a little.
“Wh… What?” He stumbled.
Changbin huffed, tugging his arm out of Jisung’s grip and crossing them over his chest. His face shifted into a pout, brows furrowed as he glared at Chan. “You didn’t tell me you and Felix were dating.” His voice was soft and whining, drawing out his words with the pucker of his mouth. “You tell me everything. I’m hurt that you hid this… Did you not think I’d take it well? You know me, Bang Chan! Do you think so little of me!?” His voice rose as he spoke, working himself up again.
Felix relaxed instantly, smiling brightly. He stepped back up next to Chan, catching his bright smile as well.
“Nobody knows, Bin,” Chan said. “I promise, I would never keep this from you.”
Changbin’s face relaxed into a more natural position. “Really?” He asked softly.
“Really,” Felix added. He smiled. “This just happened tonight. At the party. We weren’t hiding it from any of you.” He looked imploringly at Jisung, hoping the other wasn’t hurt as well. “We planned on telling you guys tomorrow. You first, Changbin. We knew you’d be understanding and supportive.”
Changbin’s face brightened as his smile grew wide. “Yeah?” His arms dropped from their locked position across his chest. “Good…” The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, however, and he turned to Chan. “Also if you wanna make him scream so loud like that, you send us a text before! We’re traumatized!” He yanked Jisung against his side, forcing his solidarity. Jisung laughed softly, shaking his head.
Felix frowned then, remembering. “Where’s Hyunjin?” He looked toward the closed door of Hyunjin’s room.
“Ah, he’s with the others, and count yourself lucky. If he’d thought you were being hurt he would’ve burst in there, and then what would have happened?” Changbin spoke rapidly, shaking his finger in Felix’s face as he did. Felix laughed helplessly, relieved that neither of the two seemed genuinely concerned about the relationship – aside from the noise.
“We thought we’d be alone longer,” Chan said. “I didn’t think you guys would be home until a lot later.”
“Yeah well, next time just send a text,” Changbin scolded, and Chan nodded, still wearing his bemused grin. “Simple thing, no details. I don’t want details. Just… I don’t know. ‘He’s over, bring earplugs’ or ‘prepare for screaming’ – something.”
Chan nodded, his throat tense as he struggled to hold back his laughter. He raised his hands in surrender. “I will, I will,” he promised.
Changbin huffed and nodded once. He looked to Felix, narrowing his eyes again. Felix raised his brows, not sure if he should take a step back or forward. Changbin shook his finger in his face again.
“You have bad taste in men.”
Felix grinned brightly at that. “Oh, you know you love him too,” he teased. Changbin’s face wrinkled in mock disgust.
Jisung freed himself from Changbin’s grip and clapped his palm against Chan’s chest. “We’re good.” He said. “Wondered if he’d ever tell you.”
Chan pouted. “You told him?” He asked Felix.
“What? No. I’ve not told anyone.” He looked at Jisung, who only smiled and shrugged.
“A guy knows things. Plus that dreamy, stupid expression you get on your face whenever you look at him hasn’t gone away in four years. Kinda obvious. I think most of us had an idea.”
“I didn’t,” Chan said, raising his hand.
“Well, you’re dumb. And obviously blind,” Changbin quipped.
“And I’m hungry,” Felix said quickly, seeing Chan’s shoulders rise. “Let’s eat.” He placed a hand on Changbin’s chest and one on Chan’s, a silent plea not to let them get into one of their ‘discussions’.
“Me too,” Jisung said quickly, meeting Felix’s gaze. They shared a knowing smirk when Changbin immediately headed for the kitchen.
Jisung was about to follow when Chan grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Thanks. For being cool.”
Jisung’s brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be? I think it’s sweet. The others will too. I’m happy for you guys.”
Felix smiled softly, warmed by his friend’s kind words. Though he’d been hopeful that they would be okay with it, it was nice to know for sure. He nodded in thanks.
“Chan! Where’s the salt?!” Changbin’s voice drew their attention.
“Don’t add salt to anything!” Chan shouted back. He turned to head into the kitchen, but a glance at Jisung stopped him.
“What’s that face for?”
Felix looked back at Jisung, realizing his relaxed expression had turned contemplative.
“Well… I had a thought,” he said slowly, looking between Chan and Felix.
They waited silently for him to continue.
“You were a kitten for Halloween this year, right?”
Chan cocked a brow and nodded once.
“So, kitten got his milk tonight then.”
Chan’s eyes widened. Felix laughed in shock, covering his mouth. Jisung looked smug, laughing at the shocked expressions on both their faces.
“Why!?” Felix cried, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks burned.
“You’re so gross,” Chan groaned. He snagged one of the small pillows from the couch and threw it at Jisung, smacking him in the head with it. “We shoulda called you the pig.”
Jisung laughed harder, rubbing the spot that got hit. “I’m not wrong!” He shouted.
Felix shoved him toward the kitchen. “You’re disgusting,” he complained. Jisung grinned back at him as they walked.
“Trick or treat, Felix.”
“Don’t—” Felix tried, but Jisung continued.
“Does your kitten need some more milk? Seems grumpy.”
“I’m going to throw you onto the balcony,” Chan threatened, glancing back. He turned into the kitchen.
“Changbin, what the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. A crash echoed through the apartment.
Felix and Jisung exchanged a glance and rushed forward into the kitchen to prevent the massacre that was about to ensue.
Just another night in their lives, Felix realized. Nothing had changed, just like he had want… And everything was perfect.
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JESSIE “JR” RAYMOND JR x READER / Summer Prompts !
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A/N: it’s cookout season yall! I HAD to do it for my man. OUR man. YOUR man is MY MAN! You get it! Took me awhile to sit down and actually write for this king but the fandom up here is dead regardless so it’ll probably flop but this is here! This one’s been on the back burner for forever and my man don’t deserve it so here’s something small this Sunday.
#17. Family BBQ (gone wrong)
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The drive back was too quiet for JR’s liking.
Even the transition from Drake’s new album (that Damon couldn’t get enough of—no surprise there, you know light skins they got to stay united and all that. Nonetheless damon tried his oh so hardest to get JR to vibe with it but after a few tracks it became background noise to JR) to now one of JR’s favorite artist, Xavier Omär couldn’t kill the fuming silence that was radiating from beside him. He switched lanes just as the night sky finally bled blue. JR allowed another few moments to pass, slightly humming the lyrics before he knocked his knuckles against your thigh.
“You see how aunt Jackie tried to slip a sock it to me cake to us, after I just told you nobody messes with her food like that?” JR chuckled to himself, trying to break the silence.
Keeping your attention out the window at the blurring Georgia trees you responded, “yeah, she sure took that opportunity to slide a piece since I told her I was allergic to coconut. Which sucks since I know y’all said uncle Demetrius wins in the cake department.”
JR nodded, “that he does, I was disappointed he didn’t make the peach cobbler this time but he said ‘round thanksgiving he’ll probably make some.”
“He’ll also leave us a to-go box on the front steps if you decide you want me to bring me to the next gathering.” You grumbled, clenching your eyes shut for a moment.
JR sucked his teeth as he glanced at you, “Y/N, baby, stop it. Everything that transpired was simply an accident. Shoot, you can even put the blame all on me if you want.”
The pure humiliation that you tried to block out seemed to sink in more and you let out a whine to keep from crying. You did fidget to bury you face deeper into JR’s hoodie as you pulled your legs up into the seat.
“I blame myself for listening to you,” you mumbled, “I should have just made my way back into the kitchen with the aunties and great aunties. Now I permanently embarrassed myself in front of your entire family—all of your girl cousins that were cool in the beginning are probably dragging me on their Instagram stories or even worse…Twitter!”
JR couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.
Which invoked a dark glare on your face while your lengthy lashes cling to the tears your eyes handed over.
“You’re not the first or last that experienced a BBQ gone wrong type of situation,” JR reached out to grip your thigh, “Damon dropped the crab legs last Christmas, today, cousin Tish threw the barbecue fork at her baby daddy, aiming for the back of his bald ass head and instead, it stuck to the door of our uncle Charles’ Maserati and that man is a shooter when it comes to his prized possessions…all you did was fly into the pool!”
A laugh bubbled in the brown skinned teen’s throat as you raised a hand to begin your attack but JR was quick to grab your wrist with one of his hands. You huffed remembering the terrifying moment when the ATV threw you into the pool, then carried its assault towards the rest of JR’s family that surrounded the burning grill.
“Damon got the footage if you want to laugh about it later?” JR offered, one hand now holding the steering wheel, “well..when you’re ready to laugh about it that is.”
You didn’t take well to criticism or being the butt of anyone’s jokes. Sure you were the family member that was the crybaby growing up, the sensitive one, but your family knew how you were but now to do something so humiliating in front of your boyfriend’s family? made you want to crawl underneath a rock and never come out.
“You just confirmed that your cousins and the world are about to ruin my life on social media, thanks.”
“They wouldn’t do that,” JR answered, “might keep it for a laugh but my people aren’t the ones to make something you feel shitty about worse. Not with my girl, my baby. And if they do, I’ll beat their asses. End of story.”
You snorted, “oh shut up. Who do you think you are, Hercules?”
“Nah, Jessie Raymond Jr. I may have the same name as my daddy but I’m my own man, act like you know, y/n.” He winked at you.
Scoffing you rolled your eyes as JR pulled your hand to his lips to place a kiss there. “There’s a bit of a smile that I was looking for.”
“That’s all you’re getting.” You sighed, “this event not only ruined my pride but also my y2k fit. I was really trying to be on my cici shit but nope, the ATV messed that up for me.” You still felt damp despite the back-up clothes that you sported underneath your boyfriend’s hoodie before continuing, “And imagine if the video gets sent to the group chat?! Cam and Landon are gonna have a field day with that.”
JR sucked his teeth again, “man, forget Landon. He can still get booted whenever. I don’t even know why he’s still in there but like I said, ain’t nobody messing with my baby but me.”
“My true knight in shining armor.” You sarcastically replied as JR chuckled while he went to switch the song.
“Here’s a little something to change this night around. I know you’ll love it since you ain’t really get to enjoy it before,” He began bouncing to the left and right in the driver’s seat making you throw your head back in annoyance, despite a smile breaking on the corner of your lips.
This beat is—
Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic, this beat goes right through my chest
You sing easily to the lyrics, popping your chest as JR was on background vocals.
This was how you expected the day to go, full of laughter (that you were in on, sure you might laugh about it days from now but right now it was still fresh and JR was aware of that) with good company by your side.
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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.
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bellaramseysgf · 2 years
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Little Doll ( S.K & R.D)
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Warning(s); Smut! (piv sex),Polyamory,d/s dynamics,Counting rule,spanking,slapping kink,dumbifaction kink,humiliation kink,innocence kink,corruption kink,daddy kink,Ddlg undertones?+ More
Pairing(s); Ransom Drysdale! X Fem! Reader X Steve Kemp.
Summary; Steve & Ransom have had enough of your bratty attitude.
A/n; please keep in mind I’ve never seen fresh I don’t have Hulu :), this is a story for my 900 follower celebration! Wow I can’t believe I have 900 of you. Thank you guys for following and liking and reblogging and just interacting with my works. I’m so glad people enjoy them 🥺🤍
This wasn’t proofread
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You were fed up, your boyfriends had promised you they’d show you what sex was and they haven’t,okay sure you know what some of it is but you don’t know what the big part is and you wanted to know. They told you it’s different from in videos and movies, that it feels better then it looks. You already didn’t know a lot about sex but it was like they were putting it off and it annoyed you.
You walked down the stairs of the manor, passing by empty room after room “daddyyy” you called out as you looked for your boyfriend. “Hmph” you huffed as he didn’t reply. “Sir??” You called out “in here doll!” You turned towards the kitchen and smiled walking in to see Steve cooking. “Where’s daddy?” You asked and Steve looked away from the pan and down to you. “Hmm I don’t know, I think he’s in the study baby” you nodded.
“Why? Is everything okay?” You nodded “I just wanted to ask a question” Steve lifted you up sitting you on the kitchen island and he cut up peppers. “What’s your question?” Steve asked and you looked at him “why doesn’t daddy and sir wanna have sex with me?” Steve stopped the knife looking over at you. “Doll, that’s a very inappropriate thing to ask” he chastised “but you promised you’d show me and you haven’t!” Steve sighed “because you have to work up to it baby, you’ve never had sec before and if you don’t properly prepare you it’ll hurt” you rolled your eyes. Same old excuses.
“I’m asking you to fuck me, just do it.” “Hey, what have we said about that language? Keep pushing and you’ll be in trouble. Now go run along and play and let sir finish dinner.” He sat you back in the floor and you huffed stomping away towards the study.
“Daddy?” You called pushing the door open, Ransom sat in a arm chair holding a few pieces of paper. “Hi sweet girl, what’s with the pout?” He asked and you walked over to him holding your arms out until he sat you across his lap. “Sir is being mean.” You said and ransom chuckled. “Yeah? How so?” You huffed “I asked him a simple question and he told me to run along and play” it wasn’t a lie, just wasn’t the whole truth.
“I see, and what was your question sweetheart?”Ransom rubbed soothing circles into your thighs. “When are daddy and sir gonna have sex with me?” Ransom raised his brows at you. “That’s a inappropriate question” he scolded and you whined “that’s what sir said! You promised me sex! I’m not getting any!” Ransom tilted his head “no, you are just not the kind you want.” You kicked your feet.
“Hey, sit still or daddy’ll put you down.” He warned and you stopped your feet. “It’s not fair! I wanna have sex like everyone else.” Ransom sighed “my love,we are trying to not hurt you when we do it okay? If you could know in advance that you’d get a paper cut you’d do something to avoid the pain right?” You nodded looking up at him. “See? That’s what we are doing, we are trying our best to make it not hurt baby. We are pushing it off because we love you” Ransom kissed your temple. “So..when are you gonna do it?” Ransom sighed “baby, go play” he sat you down and patted your butt as you walked out.
You walked around to the main living room a huffed flopping back onto the couch. You grabbed your teddy bear and sat up some. “Snuggles, how’re we gonna get daddy and sir to stop pushing it off?” You thought for a minute “hmm that’s right snuggles, let’s try it” you got up and ran up the stairs quickly.
Dinner time rolled around and Steve walked into the study to tell Ransom it was ready “So she asked you too?” He nodded. “I mean if she wants it do we still need to keep telling her to wait?” Steve asked and Ransom shrugged “but she can barely handle fingers. She’ll be in pain if she try’s to take us” Steve nodded. “I’m glad she’s enthusiastic about it” he said and Ransom chuckled.
“Y/n!!! Dinner!!” Ransom yelled up the stairs. “Y/n??” He yelled again before glancing at Steve and heading up the stairs. “Y/n?” He called and you finally poked your head out of the bedroom door. “Yes daddy?” Ransom smiled “dinner time” you nodded “oh I heard, I’m not hungry thank you” you closed the door back behind you and Ransom stood there for a minute.
“Steve!” Ransom called and he walked up the stairs. “What?” “She says she’s not hungry.” Steve laughed “impossible. She always wants to eat my cooking” he shrugged. “Alright, baby stop being so diff-” Steve walked down the hall and opened the door to the bedroom only to be met with a wave of water dumped over his head. You were left giggling as you sat on their bed, you had moved all the furniture out of the way to avoid it getting wet.
Steve let you a breathy laugh “Y/n!” He barked out towards you and your giggles stop. “You told me to play!” You defended. “I meant with your toys! Not with fucking water!” He was yelling at you as he walked towards the bathroom. Ransom walked to the doorway and he smiled at you “good job” he mouthed at you and you giggled. Ransom got some towels from the hall closet and you helped clean up the mess you had made.
“Dinner table. Now.” Steve said and you grabbed a hold of Ransom’s hand following them down to the dinner table.
You got one mad, now you just gotta get the other one there. You knew how to do it to, if there was one thing that got on Ransoms nerves it was people who played with their food. It just irked him he puked complain they had no class or something along the lines.
You did just that, you played with the veggies on your plate along with the meat and Mac n cheese as well. Until, Ransom grabbed a hold of your fork. “Sweetheart, you know daddy doesn’t enjoy that eat properly.” He said before handing the fork back to you. You continued on playing with the food until Ransom grumbled and took the plate from you. “Don’t play with your food, it’s not a toy baby.” You nodded and he sat the plate back in front of you.
You still continued to play and Ransom finally lost it “you, living room. Now.” He demanded and you pouted and shook your head “make me.” You pushed back “One. Two. Three..” he trailed off waiting to see if you’d move “Four….” You stayed put arms crossed. “Fi-” was all he got out before you scrambled to get into the living room jumping on the couch.
“Go talk to her, I’ll clean up her mess” Steve nodded and left Ransom to clean. “Bunny.” You looked over at him “yes, sir?” You replied and he sat down in a arm chair patting his lap. You were on him in a flash “alright, be honest with me why’re you acting out? First the water prank and then purposely annoying daddy.” You sighed and chewed on your lip. “He asked you a question sweetheart.” Ransom joined the pair of you now.
“Because I wanted attention!” You said and the both looked at you “you promised me you’d…you’d well you know and now it’s been almost 4 months and I’ve never even seen you naked!” You whined out. “It makes me feel like you guys don’t want me. I was acting out because I wanted sex.” You huffed and crossed your arms. “Hey, baby….baby look at me” Steve said softly as you brought your head to face him. “I know we’ve been putting it off. But it’s gonna hurt if we do it now” “maybe I want it to!” You blurted out.
Steve and Ransom both raise their eyebrows “excuse me?” Ransom asked and so the truth came out. It had nothing to do with sex really, you just wanted it to hurt. “Baby…what did you say?” Steve asked and you squirmed moving off his lap as you went to run up the stairs Ransom’s arm jutted out and wrapped around your waist pulling you back to him. He splayed you out on the couch under him his arm supporting himself as he hovered over you.
“It’s okay sweetheart, we can make sure it hurts” Ransom kissed you softly and you whined.
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You whined squirming in Steve’s arms as Ransoms mouth was pushing you towards your 4th orgasm in the past hour. “Daddy! No more!” You whimpered hips jerking away from his lips Ransom growled and slapped the outer side of your thigh pulling a yelp from you. “Daddy know when it’s enough.” He said and buried his head between your thighs once again.
Your orgasm crashed over you and Steve held your still urging to squirm more wanting away from the intensity of his mouth. “Easy, yeah? That’s a good girl” Steve praised and kissed your jaw. “Sir, please can’t anymore s’too much” Steve nodded and Ransom and he stood up licking his lips clean.
You were dazed, grateful it was gonna be over. You sighed and within a few minutes you sobbed out as Steve sunk you down on him, pain shot up your spine and you whimpered. “Good girl, taking him so well. Yeah? the pain will be over soon. Just take it…slowly, yes good girl” ransom praised placing soft kisses to your lips.
It took a few minutes for Steve to work all the way inside you. “Feel so good baby, I love you.” You sighed your head falling back onto his shoulder as they waited for you to completely adjust. “You wanna go dumb on Sir’s cock don’t you? Such a pretty little cockhungry baby. You wanted it so badly and now look at you, barley even took him all princess, you’re so pathetic honey.” You whined at his words closing your eyes.
“Gonna move, don’t worry I won’t be harsh.” Steve assured dad he slowly moved your hips up and down. You sighed as the pain slowly subsided into pleasure “yeah, that’s it my sweet girl, Sir’s got you dont need to think about anything else, just us takin’ care of you baby” you nodded as ransom began placing soft kisses to your lips once again.
You finally realized you weren’t gonna get a break for awhile, you whined realizing you were gonna be so sore tomorrow. “Look at you, taking his cock so well baby, Daddy’s proud of you” you smiled weakly at him and Steve picked up his pace.
“You getting off on the fact daddy’s watching baby? Hmm? You like that he’s watching you completely fall apart in my lap?” Steve teased and you gasped feeling your orgasm build again. “Are sir’s dirty words gonna make you cum? Huh? How easy you are” Steve added and you sighed.
“We are gonna take such good care of you baby don’t worry” Ransom said placing soft kisses to your lips once again.
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marble-writes · 2 years
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this is totally a crack request but how about a dumb fun scenario where thanks to risottos eldritch abilities djura gets his hands on a period cramp simulator and watches brador crumble into a pathetic mess where before he was boasting that he can handle any pain 8) and let maria watch too she deserves to laugh at him lol
Tw for period talk, slight n/s/f/w for Brador things lol
Local BDSM enthusiast can’t handle the pain of period cramps
“I mean periods can’t be that bad, can they?”
Maria shoots Brador a glare. “You’ve never had a uterus. Shut up.”
“I’m just saying, when you’re on your period you’re pretty stonefaced!”
“I have been dealing with this shit ever since I was 16. I’m used to it.”
Maria and Brador bicker back and forth as Djura reads the cramp simulator manual. Though, right now he’s more interested in the technology than actually using it on Brador. Seems simple enough to operate.
“Alright, just gotta stick these wires to where the uterus would be and we’re good to go!” Djura announces. Brador happily lifts up his shirt, winking at him. Djura scoffs with a laugh. Maria rolls her eyes. “So the dial goes up from 1 to 10, should we start at the beginning and go up slowly…?”
“10!” Brador grins as Djura sticks the wires to him, “I can handle a lot. I stab myself with the Bloodletter all the time, what’s a little cramping gonna do? And all the lovely treatment my cock and balls get—”
Djura turns it up to 10 immediately and Brador hunches over with a yell. “OW!!!?!??”
Djura turns it down to 1. “Shit are you ok!?”
Brador is on the floor, curled up. “Ooow… what the fuck…”
Maria is already laughing. “So much for your CBT, weakling! Djura, try it on me. And start at 10.”
“Wh—!? Ok??” Djura detaches the wires from Brador and sticks them to Maria’s abdomen. He turns it up to 10.
Maria looks down at him. “This is nothing. Actually my periods are worse than this. Add the bloating and migraines and it’ll be accurate— and the HORRIBLE feeling down there when you sneeze and—”
Brador glares at her from the floor. “What!! No way!”
Djura then sticks the wires to himself. “…ow? Ow. Eh. Yea, that’s about how bad mine were before I got my stupid womb evicted,” He confirms.
“Lucky bastard.” Maria groans.
“There’s no way you guys are handling this so fucking well!” Brador scrambles back onto his feet, “Must’ve been a fluke, try again!”
Without touching the dial, Djura sticks the wires back onto Brador. He tries not to hunch over like last time, but his lip turns down in a scowl and his lower half tenses up. Then he crumbles again, unable to handle how badly his muscles are twisting up.
“This doesn’t make any sense….” Brador whimpers on the floor, “How do I like having my balls spanked but I can’t handle this…!?”
“I did not need to know you like having your balls spanked.” Maria says, more dead on the inside than she already was.
Djura just shrugs. “To be fair I can’t handle the pain of being spanked in general. I think he’s a real champ, handling me flogging him and liking it!”
“Ok, also did not need to know that.” Maria pinches the bridge of her nose.
“This is a totally different kind of pain…………” Brador mumbles, “And not… not the pleasurable kind…...”
“Masochists never made sense to me and I’ve been living with one for over 30 years.” Maria says, nudging Brador with her boot. “You good?”
“Hhrghhhhhh…. Ugh….”
“Oh you poor thing,” Djura mocks lightheartedly, kneeling down and petting Brador’s garb, “You’re in so much pain! I need to take you to the vet!”
“Just turn the damn thing off..,..,” Brador sobs.
“First of all, admit this is the worst physical pain of your life.” Maria says.
“This is the worst physical pain of my life.” Brador sincerely admits.
“Thank you.” Maria snorts as Djura turns the simulator off. Brador flops on the floor, utterly humiliated and with a whole new layer of respect for people who have to deal with the satanic waterfall monthly.
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ly0nstea · 2 years
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"I think the asylum abuse is going to be neatly brushed under the rug, for the film unless the writers really like azula, it’ll be hard to make zuko a good protagonist if you bring up the asylum."
For the record I wrote a 200k word plus fic where Zuko finding out about the nature of the asylums is a major plot point, but I think Zuko finding out about the asylums is not incompatible with Zuko being a good protagonist. This is because I think one of the key points of Zuko's arc is that it doesn't matter how many times you fail, only that you learn from your mistakes and/or the bad situations you find yourself due to no fault of your own, before getting back up, stronger than before. And so I think Zuko finding out about the abusive nature of the asylums can lead to good character development since the process of him reforming them, as well as offering the Fire Warriors a second chance to get actual help, can show how far Zuko has come in his journey as well set Zuko up to become the celebrated Fire Lord that LoK said he became. For Zuko showing mercy to a group that humiliated him, as well as the sister that has caused him a lot of pain, would be powerful message to send to his people since if the Fire Lord is capable of mercy to the Fire Warriors, maybe his ideals of peace and kindness aren't rubish since they come from a place of strength.
"Azulas probably going to be the main antagonist, unless ozai breaks out of prison or there’s some bigger, badder spirit that relates her to second place, there’s no one else it could be without them making a new character for it and that’s impossible to speculate on."
Agreed. Assuming the Zuko movie is one of the first projects that Avatar Studios releases, they can't afford it to flop. So I think they'll play it safe and have the most iconic villain from Avatar reprise her role. That and, assuming this is post-Smoke and Shadow, there is no way they can address the new status quo without addressing Azula. And Azula is hellbent on either turning Zuko into a tyrant (if you take her words in S&S at face value) or dethroning him (if you take the TRPG descriptions at face value) so it seem pretty obvious that Azula is going to be at a bare minimum a major antagonist. Not to mention the fact that until Yakone learns 24/7 psychic bloodbending, there is no one in the world after Ozai's defeat who has the means, skills, and motive to (credibly) challenge the OP as fuck post-war Gaang.
Though, like you alluded to, the fact that she is messing around with sprits could relegate her to a minor antagonist. Unless, she gains Yun/Yakone-tier power on her own and/or fuses with a sprit, presumably during the climax, meaning Azula could be co-antagonists with said sprit(s).
"But i definitely think that there’s a pressure to ‘get rid of her’ to explain why she wasn’t in the legend of korra, seen as that’s a pretty big question from the fandom at large not just azula stans."
I see where you are coming from, but they don't necessarily have to kill her young in order to explain why she isn't in LoK. For example, she could have been in the Fire Nation the whole time, either in a prison/asylum, in the palace, living somewhere outside of Caldera City under her real name, in a care facility due to old age/deteriorating mental state, and/or she is in hiding.
In fact, one of my personal HCs is that Azula is alive during LoK, having long redeemed herself and reconciled with her family and friends, but is in a care facility since she has dementia. With Lord Zuko frequently visiting her, whenever he isn't trying to agitate for peace, in order to spend time with his beloved sister as well as make the last couple of years where Azula is still herself good for her sake.
Also, assuming Bryke wants to turn Avatar into the next Stars Wars, I don't think they are going to make Azula permanently unavailable since Azula is the most iconic villain to come out of ATLA with a massive fanbase. Meaning she could carry several series and/or movies by herself.
Anyway, sorry for my long reply, and I hope you have a good day!
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Before I go off I just wanna say props to you for writing something so long I envy you.
Now, I don't think Zuko can only be finding out about what the asylums did now, post all the comics, because that makes him at best a fucking idiot, and at worst willfully neglectful of not only Azula, but everyone other person with mental illness in the Fire Nation (which for a country coming out of a 100 year war is going to be a large majority of the population). Zuko literally went to the asylum with a portable massive throne to basically ask her one thing. (A thing she had almsot no choice in due to her situation).
I think the problem with that philosphy for Zuko's arc is that it isn't true. You can't just keep failing and getting better when you're in this level of power, when so many people rely on you. If you wanted to go down that arc, I think the only way to do it is by showing the limits of the philosphy, and showing that Zuko has done something truly irreperable to his relationship with Azula, and probably the trust of his nation as a whole. I think the best poossible outcome for them at this point is just for Zuko to leave them alone, and for Azula to stop being a terrorist and doing well, anything else. Maybe they meet up once a year for something, but thats the extent of it.
Yea, honestly I think Azula's only hope is for her to conjure a spirit thats too powerful for her to control and is forced to either work with the gaang, or shes betrayed by the spirit she conjured, which is pretty out of character for azula if you ask me but, idk, maybe its a desperate act.
I don't particularly like the idea that azula is back in an asylum or hospital at old age it feels cruel? To put her back in one idk it just doesnt sit right with me. I'd even prefer if she was at home with some sort of carer than in a hospital or old persons home.
If Azula's only future is to be a recurring, ultimately pointless go to bad go then honestly, I'd rather she get a cheap redemption through sacrifice so we can just be done with it already.
Thanks for the submission, have a good day yourself!
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mingishoe · 2 years
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It’s just a prank!
Summary: Somehow San and Wooyoung convinced you it was a good idea to prank Seonghwa. Usually, you wouldn’t dare but San and Wooyoung were your partners in crime and hey… it’ll be fun right?
Genre: Smut, hits of crack
Pairing: Seonghwa x San x Wooyoung x Fem!Reader
Word count: 4292
Smut Warnings: Dom!Seonghwa, Switch!San, Sub!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader lots of mxm, cuckolding?, voyeurism, slight humiliation kink, praising, threesome, hickeys, jerking each other off, fingering, Oral (m&f receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation, and praise
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“Y/n… can you come here really quickly?” Your eyes snap up from the T.V to look at Wooyoung who had his head popped into the living room where you and Seonghwa are watching a movie.
As soon as you make eye contact with Wooyoung you immediately know he’s trying to cause trouble. You raise your eyebrows at him and shake your head, “No. Seonghwa and I are watching a movie.”
Wooyoung whines, “Please y/n? San and I need your help.” That’s even worse. You just want to watch the end of the movie in peace and not get into any of their shenanigans.
“I’ll pause the movie if you need her help that badly.” You internally groan as soon as the words leave Seonghwa’s mouth, “Please!”
Wooyoung shoots you his best puppy dog eyes and at that point, you just can’t resist anymore, “Fine.” You get up with a loud groan and Wooyoung immediately grabs you and pulls you to yours and Seonghwas room, “What’re you doing?”
Wooyoung quickly puts a hand over your mouth to shush you. He quickly shuts the door behind you and you look to see San digging through your makeup bag, “Choi San what the fuck are you doing?”
San looks up at you before a quick “finally!” You guess San found what he needed because he pulls out a small makeup palette. “Come here, let me see your neck.”
You look at both San and Wooyoung like they were crazy, “My neck? For what?” San looks at Wooyoung with an annoyed expression, “Did you not tell her? Well, We’re gonna prank Seonghwa.”
“Who is ‘we’ because I’m not pranking anyone… especially Seonghwa.” San rolls his eyes at you with a fake pout, “Aww, what’s wrong? Are you scared of Seonghwa?”
You clench your jaw, of course you're not scared of Seonghwa but if you think he’s wanting to do what you think he’s wanting, you’re going to get in trouble.
You stay quiet, thinking about it before you start laughing, “Okay.” You’re not going to let San and Wooyoung think you were a little bitch so you agreed. You knew if you were going to get in trouble it would be worth it either way.
“You flop on the bed and expose your neck to the two boys, “Go ahead.” They look at each other with a smirk before grabbing your makeup brushes and going to town, “Do y’all even know what you’re doing?”
Wooyoung shakes his head but San is focused so maybe he knew, “It’ll look fine.” you just shrug knowing that if it doesn’t look real it won’t work.
Your neck is tingling as both San and Wooyoung are gripping onto your neck. San took a step away from you to take a look at their work. San pulls Wooyoung back so he could see you clearly, “How does it look, Woo?”
You bite your lip from the intense glare the two boys are giving you, “Seonghwa is gonna wonder why I’m taking so long…” San nods but walks a little forward, “Wooyoung get close to see if it looks real if you’re right next to her.”
Wooyoung gets next to you on the bed and goes so close to your neck that you can feel his breath against your neck, “L-Looks real from here Sannie.”
San nods and goes to place your makeup back where he got it from, “Should we call Seonghwa in here, or should she go back out and let Seonghwa notice by himself?”
Wooyoung hums in thought, “We should just let her go out, he’s bound to see it that way.”
San nods, “You’re right. Okay hold on y/n,” San walks up to you and wraps his hand around your throat experimentally to “scuff it out” a little bit. You aren’t expecting the sudden pressure around your throat making you let out a muffled whine as you grab onto San’s wrist.
Wooyoung freezes as he’s still extremely close to you and San stays still with his eyes wide. You’re honestly too scared to move but no one had any time to do anything when the door suddenly swings open.
“Hey Wooyoung, are you almost-” the three of you fling apart whenever you hear Seonghwa’s voice at the door. It’s far too late to change your mind now. You all look at Seonghwa with the most guilty expressions even though none of you did anything wrong.
Seonghwa looks at you with raised eyebrows as his eyes scan your form. His eyes are trained on your neck for way too long and you start to feel antsy.
San quickly grabs the makeup wipes from behind you and grips onto your face to start wiping the fake hickeys off of your neck. Wooyoung stands up and runs to the restroom to get a wet towel to come back and wipe your neck.
You’re too scared to look at Seonghwa because you could just feel his anger, even if he saw they were fake. Once San and Wooyoung finish cleaning your neck they were honestly too scared to turn around.
You didn’t want to be a snitch but you knew Seonghwa wasn’t going to do anything to the boys, “I-It’s fake. They convinced me it was a good idea…”
You saw San’s eyes widen at your statement before he turned around, “Nonono! It was Wooyoung’s idea!” You had to bite your lip in order to contain your laugh when Wooyoung started to shake his head comically.
“I know it’s fake.” The two boys next to you audibly let out a sigh of relief but you knew he wasn’t done, “Does Wooyoung even know how to give a hickey?”
Wooyoung’s face dropped and you looked at Seonghwa with wide eyes, “Do you?” Wooyoung looked between you and San not knowing if he was asking a serious question.
San just shrugged but your eyes widened signaling he needed to answer the question, “N-No but-”
“Exactly. But Sannie over here has been keeping an eye on you for awhile my love.” You look at San with raised eyebrows, not able to say anything before Seonghwa spoke up again, “And I’m sure so has Wooyoung, surely you and San have talked about it at least once right?”
You felt embarrassed for Wooyoung, but that’s what Seonghwa wanted. Seonghwa thrived in situations like this just so he can mock and humiliate you, thankfully this time it wasn’t you.
Wooyoung didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question or if Seonghwa actually wanted him to answer it.
You watched as Seonghwa moved the desk chair to sit in front of the three of you. Your eyes widened in the realization of what he was wanting to do, “Seonghwa leave them alone they didn’t-”
Seonghwa sent one glare to you making you immediately stop talking, “Answer my question Wooyoung.” Seonghwa moved the chair directly in front of Wooyoung and looked him straight in the eye, “What’s wrong Woo? Scared you’re gonna get in trouble?”
Wooyoung turned to look at San making Seonghwa grip onto his chin to force Wooyoung to look at him, “Don’t look to San for help. He’s not gonna do anything.”
Seonghwa smirked as Wooyoung audibly swallowed, “Y-Yes.” Seonghwa turned to look at you and you felt a chill go down your back, “What do you say, angel? Why don’t you show Wooyoung how to give a proper hickey?”
If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t think he was being serious, but you knew he trusted Wooyoung and San the most. Even though you had a hard time believing it when he first told you.
Seonghwa had been wanting to do… this… with them for a while and apparently this is the opportunity he’s going to use.
On the other hand, San and Wooyoung don’t think Seonghwa is being serious so when you turn to grab Wooyoung’s face they both almost have a heart attack, “W-What’re you doing?!”
You looked at Seonghwa once more for his final confirmation before leaning in to whisper in Wooyoung’s ear, “Is this okay? Don’t worry about Seonghwa, he’s getting off on it.” You said the last bit with a small laugh before turning to San and asking the same thing.
All Wooyoung did was nod, trusting what you said about Seonghwa, but San was obviously on edge.
San wanted to say yes and agree and go along, but he was scared Seonghwa was just trying him. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust what you were saying, he’d just rather hear it from Seonghwa himself. It was almost as if Seonghwa could read his mind because before he could say anything Seonghwa rested a hand on San’s thigh and his glare softened some, “It’s okay San. There’s no need to worry. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
Seonghwa was being completely serious which calmed San down some before Seonghwa’s teasing tone came out again, “If not, Wooyoung can have fun with us by himself.” San’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “No- it’s okay. I want to. As long as you’re sure…”
You snorted from where you were sitting, “Trust us San. Just look, he’s already hard. I told you he gets off on this.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips. Seonghwa’s hand reached out so quickly to grip your throat that you didn’t even have time to prepare yourself.
“Just because they’re here doesn’t mean I won’t punish you if you break the rules.” You did your best to nod as Seonghwa tightened his grip in warning, “Now, show Wooyoung how to give a hickey.”
Once Seonghwa releases you from his grip you turn to Wooyoung and grab onto his face. Your heart is slamming in your chest as your lips make contact with Wooyoung’s neck.
You’re not gonna lie, you’ve always found Wooyoung’s neck insanely attractive, the way he threw his head back exposing the column of his throat to you had you let out a soft whimper, “You’re so pathetic. You’re already all needy and you haven’t even done anything yet. Does Wooyoung turn you on that much?”
You bite down on Wooyoung’s neck making him grip onto your thigh. You continued littering Wooyoung’s neck with hickeys until Seonghwa was satisfied, “You think you can give a hickey now Wooyoung?”
Wooyoung looked to Seonghwa with dark cheeks but nodded. You watched Wooyoung with curiosity, he was normally such a brat and would mess with you and tease Seonghwa for fun. Now he was almost shy as he followed every instruction Seonghwa gave him.
“Come here then.” Your mouth dropped open as Seonghwa patted his lap signaling for Wooyoung to sit there.
Both you and San watched Wooyoung intently because honestly, neither of you thought he was going to, so when Wooyoung stood up and let Seonghwa bring him into his lap you and San looked at each other with wide eyes.
You honestly don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life as you watched as Seonghwa guided Wooyoung on how to give a hickey. Your eyes trailed down to where you saw Seonghwa’s hand resting on Wooyoung’s ass as he subconsciously ground down on him.
“Look who’s in charge now… You always act like such a brat and now you’re wrapped around my finger.” Wooyoung’s hips bucked at Seonghwa’s words because it was 100% true. Seonghwa was constantly being teased by Wooyoung and it was time for the roles to be reversed.
“We can’t let Wooyoung have all the fun, can we baby? Why don’t you show Sannie how good you can make him feel yeah? Just use your hand though. Want y’all to watch us.” You immediately reached over to San to grab onto the waistband of his sweats before looking up at him for confirmation.
Once San nodded you pulled his sweats and boxers down enough to release his cock from his sweats. San helped you pull them down the rest of the way so his bottom half was completely bare. You licked your lips as all you wanted to do was take him in your mouth but you knew the rules and you couldn’t.
You let your hand hover as you tried to decide how you wanted to approach it. You obviously took too long because you heard a snort come from San as he wrapped his hand around yours and guided it along his length.
Your eyes were glued to San’s cock as he guided you to touch him just how he liked it. You were obviously staring too much because not too long after Seonghwa called your name and told you to keep your eyes on him.
You kept your thighs clenched together to try to get some kind of friction because it was just too much for you. You watched as Wooyoung got himself off on Seonghwa with San’s cock in your hand and his groans in your ear.
“Strip for us.” You quickly obeyed Seonghwa’s orders as you released his cock from your hand. You honestly didn’t take the time to try to be sexy about it because the only thing you wanted was to be touched and you didn’t care by who.
“Spread your legs. Show us how pretty you are.” As you situated yourself San’s stare was heavy on your pussy. “Wanna see Wooyoung?”
When Wooyoung nodded Seonghwa ordered him to stand up. Seonghwa pulled down Wooyoung’s pants and allowed his cock to spring out making him moan in surprise.
Your hand had found its way back to San’s cock and continued where you had left off. Your arousal was smeared on your thighs and was dripping down your pussy and onto the bedsheet underneath you, just begging for someone to touch you.
San’s hand was on your inner thigh, drawing circles so close to where you want him to touch you, “S-San please-”
“I dunno. Can I?” You nod as you’re holding San’s wrist, “Please- I don’t care!” San dragged his fingers closer to your core and slowly dragged his finger up your slit, collecting your cum.
Your attention gets drawn to Wooyoung as Seonghwa wraps his hand around Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung lets out loud whines with the mix of Seonghwa’s name and you can swear you’re going to cum untouched.
San takes the opportunity of you being distracted to swiftly thrust two fingers into your dripping cunt. You cry out loudly as San’s thumb went to rub circles on your clit. You hear Seongwha’s voice but don’t really register what he was saying.
Your eyes snap open whenever San removes his fingers from your core and let both Seonghwa and Wooyoung see his dripping fingers.
The next thing you see is San’s fingers inside Wooyoung’s mouth as he sucks your arousal off his fingers. Wooyoung lets out a moan that has another wave of arousal rush through you.
“Why don’t you go taste her?” Seonghwa releases Wooyoung’s cock with a lewd noise and Wooyoung wastes no time before he quickly joins you and San back on the bed.
Wooyoung lies on his back and looks at you expectantly, “S-Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen in surprise that Wooyoung had even asked you that. He didn’t know how to give a hickey one second then was asking you to sit on his face the next, “Please.”
You take a deep breath as you carefully straddle Wooyoung’s face. Your pussy was hovering over his mouth as you looked over to Seonghwa who looked as if he was thoroughly enjoying what he was watching. Wooyoung took the opportunity to wrap his hands around your thighs to pull you against his tongue.
Your hands flew down to grip onto his hair as Wooyoung began to eagerly lap at your clit. You look towards Seonghwa with your head thrown back and he knows what you want, “It’s okay baby, I’m just gonna watch.”
You pout but your attention is quickly taken away from Seonghwa as Wooyoung very eagerly swirls his tongue around your clit and you grip onto his hair. You can tell Wooyoung didn’t quite know what he was doing, but he’s very enthusiastic about it which made it 10X better, “W-Wooyoung, oh my God- it’s so good!”
Your eyes are shut as the only thing you were focused on is Wooyoung’s mouth. San slips his cock back in your grip and you force your eyes open to see San’s flushed cheeks as he took in the sight of you.
You grip onto San’s cock and your eyes switch between Wooyoung and San as you become overwhelmed. Your legs are shaking around Wooyoung’s head as your hips buck against his tongue. Your final straw is as you turn to Seonghwa and his cock is flush against his stomach as he watches the three of you.
Your grip tightens on San’s cock and you shove your face in San’s neck to muffle your moans as you cum. You let out loud whines as your hips are being held down by Wooyoung, “Woo- oh my god fuck! Wooyoung, please please please!”
San chuckles at your desperateness and pulls your hair back to expose your face, “Aww babe… We’re just getting started, don’t get tired yet.”
“Y-yeah-” your legs are still twitching as you slide off of Wooyoung. You don’t notice Seonghwa’s signal to San and you let out a squeal as San slips his cock inside of you.
“San- fuckfuckfuck!” Your eyes are watering as San grips onto your waist tightly. Your pussy is throbbing around San’s cock as he overstimulates you.
“Y/n darling, we can’t leave Wooyoung out, can we?” You turn to look at Seonghwa with glossy eyes and you do the best you can to nod as Seonghwa’s thrusts make you shake. Seonghwa uses one hand to keep you from losing your balance and falling down and his other reaches in between your legs to rub your clit.
You reach for Wooyoung and your hand runs down his chest to his abs. San pushes you forward towards Wooyoung and your head falls forwards onto him. You gently grip onto Wooyoung’s cock and he lets out a loud whine, “Y-Y/n- please!”
San grips your hair before he pushed your head down towards Wooyoung’s cock. You immediately open your mouth to take Wooyoung. Seonghwa speaks up from behind you and your eyes roll back as San fucks you just right.
You grip onto the part of Wooyoung’s cock that you can’t fit in your mouth. San basically does all the work as his thrusts make your body bounce on Wooyoung.
This entire time Wooyoung had been on the verge of cumming this entire time. Wooyoung grips onto your hair and you’re suddenly pulled in two different directions, “Fuck- You feel so good! So w-wet. So good- gonna cum”
You’re throbbing around San’s cock and your eyes are watering as Wooyoung’s cock hits the back of your throat. You pull away for a second to catch your breath causing a loud cry and objection to come from Wooyoung, “I’m-I’m oh my god! Oh my god! Sa- Fuck San”
Wooyoung quickly shoves your head back down on his cock, “D-Don’t move!” He thrusts into your mouth and tears stream down your face from both San and Wooyoungs thrusts. Your moans and cries vibrate against Wooyoung’s cock and that’s all suddenly too much for him and he cums.
Just as Wooyoung cums, San grips onto your hips and lasts one more harsh thrust as he cums. You do the best you can to swallow all of what Wooyoung is giving you as you simultaneously clench around San to keep his cum inside of you.
Lewd noises of squelching, sobs, and moans fill the room and your entire body is hot as you suddenly remember Seonghwa who has been watching this entire time. The different sensations at the same time are becoming overwhelming as you cum again.
You struggle to catch your breath as San continues soft thrusts. You pull yourself off of Wooyoung’s cock as tears stream down your face, “Pl-Please. Oh my god- fuckfuckfuck” Your ears are ringing and you hear Seonghwa speak up, but it all sounded like mumbling.
You feel a dip in the bed behind you as another hand grips onto your waist. Your vision is blurry as you look behind you to see Seonghwa make his way beside San.
San slips out and almost immediately Seonghwa takes his place. He has been waiting this entire time just to cum inside of you. Seonghwa doesn’t last one thrust before he cums. You’re just so warm and wet and Seonghwa wanted nothing but to fuck you, but this isn’t for him. He wanted the three of you to feel good.
Your hand is shaking as you reach behind you to hold onto Seonghwa’s hand. As Seonghwa pulled out you squeeze your eyes shut as cum drips out of you and onto your thighs. Seonghwa rubs your cheek softly and gives you a soft smile, “Are you okay, darling?”
You look at Seonghwa with wide and watery eyes as you nod, “Mhm. Y-Yeah. I’m okay.”
Seonghwa gives you a soft kiss as he runs his hand through your hair, “Good Girl. Can you do one more?” You nod softly and Seonghwa smiles, “Good… We can’t leave Wooyoung to just watch, can we?”
You shake your head and let yourself straddle Wooyoung. Both Wooyoung and San are still rock hard and Wooyoung’s hands gently bring you down onto him. He lets out a loud whine as he finally gets to feels you.
San backs up slightly to watch the sight in front of him, “Come on Woo… we know you’ve been waiting for this. Don’t let y/n be disappointed.”
Wooyoungs hips jerk at San’s words making you grip onto his bicep. Your voice is quiet as you speak up trying to give Wooyoung that edge, “Woo. It feels so good. Your cock is so big.”
Wooyoung’s face is bright red as your praises echo through his ears, “Yeah?”
You force yourself to look at Wooyoung even as you can hardly open your eyes, “Yeah.” You bring your hand up and run your hand through his sweaty hair, “And you’re so pretty like this. You look so pretty.”
“N-No.”
“No?”
Wooyoung nods softly as he looks at you with the most adoring look in his eyes, “You f-feel so good, and- and- you’re prettier…” He struggles to get his words out as you start grinding down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Wooyoung throws his head back and he covers his face as he lets out muffled moans.
You reach up and pull Wooyoung’s hands away from his face so you can hear all of the noises and faces he’s making, “Woo. You-You’re close, aren’t you? It feels good, Huh?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah, Gonna cum. I-I’m gonna cum.” You can feel Wooyoung’s cock throbbing inside of you as his thrusts become desperate and sloppy.
You look over to San and Seonghwa who began watching with their cock in their hands. Your heart is slamming in your chest as your body is overwhelmed and overstimulated, but you want to be good for Seonghwa and especially Wooyoung. Wooyoung grips onto your ass tightly and the next thing you know you feel his cum squirting inside of you.
You wait for Wooyoung to calm down slightly as you run your nails down his chest. Wooyoung pouts at you, already knowing what he’s going to say you interrupt him, “It’s okay. Next time.”
Your eyes squeeze shut as you slide yourself off of Wooyoung. Seonghwa holds onto you gently and San gets up and goes off somewhere, “Are you okay? It wasn’t too much was it?”
You manage to smile and shake your head at Seonghwa as your eyes are heavy, “No. Thank you.”
San comes back with a couple of damp towels to clean you up. San gently holds your face as he wipes the sweat and everything else from your face. As San is taking care of your top half, Seonghwa does the same with your bottom half. You’re covered in cum and you should probably take an actual bath to get it all off, but you can’t even keep your eyes open so Seonghwa and San are doing their best.
You reach your hand over to Wooyoung and you rub your thumb on his hand in a comforting manner knowing that he’s also overwhelmed.
San speaks up softly, “Why don’t we go to my room. Our beds are cleaned so we can throw these sheets in the wash, yeah?”
The four of you make your way to San’s room with Seonghwa carrying you because you’re definitely unable to walk properly.
You flop onto Wooyoung’s bed and you hold your arms out for him to join you. Wooyoung contemplates if he should actually join you or just go and sleep with San for the night, but as he turns around he sees San and Seonghwa already underneath the covers and the biggest smile is on his face as you wrap your arms around him.
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chippedaxe · 3 years
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can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw
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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2
Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex
Pronouns: They/them, afab
Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.
Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)
Note: unedited*
- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.
- written in my notes app
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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”
“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.
You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.
“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.
“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.
You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.
“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.
You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!
You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.
“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.
Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.
You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.
“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.
His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.
He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.
You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.
You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.
You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.
You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.
“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.
You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.
Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.
“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.
His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.
“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.
Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.
“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.
Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.
Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.
You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.
“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.
Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.
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whimsii-cal · 2 years
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New Game Plus | an Inscryption fanfic | ch.2: Say Cheese
before you read:
for this chapter, I do sort of flip-flop between referring to the MC as “The Challenger” and simply “Challenger.” This is mostly because I’m starting to consider it more of a name than a title, as it’s the closest thing to a name they really have. Please excuse this slight difference.
notes: 1: this story is canon divergent. Not everything is reliant on in-game events and it’s just meant to be something for everyone to enjoy, so please don’t come at me if it doesn’t line up perfectly with the more complicated and in-depth lore and canon content of Inscryption. 2: although this is written from third person, the Challenger in this is meant to be a self-insert for the readers. You may also interpret these interactions as whatever you want. Feel completely free to tag as self insert, x reader etc. etc, just please respect my DNI and rules of my blog. With that in mind, enjoy!
Characters: Leshy (briefly), Challenger, P03/Stoat, the Lonely Wizard
Summary: P03 is returned to the form of a stoat to ensure its surrender is legitimate; As the Scrybes try to adapt to their new situation, The Challenger has a lovely (and very stimulating) walk around the islands with the Lonely Wizard and Stoat, which unexpectedly includes a chase, a few tears, and some very fond memories.
Warnings: none
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“Alright,” Leshy knelt, hunching forward and adjusting the lens of his camera. “Are you prepared?”
P03 produced a series of electronic chirps and beeps, glaring at its fellow Scrybe with an expression almost comparable to a pout. “No, no, I’m not, and you know that. But just do it already.”
“If you so insist. Say cheese.”
“I’m not…I’m not going to say cheese. Don’t make this more humiliating for me, old man.”
The Challenger waved to P03 to catch his attention. The robotic Scrybe scowled back at them pitifully, but they only smiled at it and gestured to their face. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Chin up! Er…screen up!” They could’ve sworn they saw P03’s face form a tiny smile at their words before… click. The dark room burst into a flash of white. The Challenger squinted, recoiling and shielding their eyes.
…and by the time they opened them, Leshy had risen to his hooves, clutching a card cautiously between his fingers. “It is done.” He croaked softly, turning his perpetually wide-eyed gaze on them. “I think it is best that you keep this card with you, Challenger. We have agreed to spare him the pain of being played and sacrificed this time, so we shall refrain from placing it on a board.” He pressed the card into the Challenger’s hands. They peered down at the little stoat now Inscrybed on it and narrowed their eyes. The creature pictured upon the card had its eyes closed, not moving other than the occasional slight twitch. “Ah. It doesn’t look like it’s awake…”
Leshy hummed in agreement. “Yes. It will be a while before it regains consciousness. Being Inscrybed in such a manner can be rather…exhausting. Let it rest.”
“Ah, okay…” They tucked the stoat card away in the side pocket of their bag, patting it gently as they did so. “Sleep well, P03.”
Leshy nodded slightly, scratching absentmindedly at his messy, twig-riddled hair. “Well, what do you plan to do now? If you are to remain in this world, you’ll want to find something to do with your time.”
“Well, uh, I was hoping I could play another game with you?” The Challenger smiled bashfully. “I enjoyed playing with you, Leshy. I’m just glad it didn’t have to really end.”
Leshy stared at them in silence. With his unchanging eyes and most of his face obscured by his scruffy beard, it was hard to tell just what his expression meant. After a moment, he managed a “Really? You—You want to…?” Did he just stutter? Hearing that in his voice simply sounded wrong. With Leshy’s usual flowery way of speaking that flowed more smoothly than ink from a pen, the small trip-up in his words was a very sudden and startling reminder that the great Scrybe could make as many mistakes as any human. He cleared his throat and shook his head swiftly, as if hoping the Challenger did not notice the stutter, and cast his eyes down. “I…would love to, and that means a great deal to me. Unfortunately, however, the other Scrybes and I must dedicate today to sorting out our situation. You see, as Magnificus mentioned, there is much more to this than P03 simply waving a white flag and it all coming to an end…but the moment I have spare time, you have my word that we will play together again.”
The Challenger shrugged with an understanding smile. “Oh, that’s alright! I’ll find something else to do until you have the time.” They swung their bag back over their shoulder and tugged at the straps. “Y’Know, I haven’t explored as much of this world as I’d like to just yet.”
“I see.” Leshy glanced sideways, tapping his fingers on the table he stood next to. “You go explore, then. I look forward to our next meeting.”
The Challenger bobbed their head in something between a short bow and a nod and started toward the cabin door. “Okay! Bye, Leshy!”
“Farewell for now, small one.”
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The rhythmic footsteps of their boots against the bridge’s boards failed to drown out the roaring of the ocean waves, crashing in the distance and lapping at the support beams below. They found themself humming a quiet tune, unsure what else to do to fill the void their mind had encased them in. Although the air was filled with the sounds of the waves and their steps, it felt too quiet.
Too quiet, that is, until they heard the manic shrieking
“What the…?”
Whatever that ear-piercing sound echoing in the distance was, it seemed to be getting louder by the second…the Challenger squinted at Magnificus’ tower up ahead, trying to make out the source of the noise…
Oh.
Oh.
A vaguely humanoid blob of darkness was sprinting along the colorful sands of the Island of Magicks…directly toward Challenger. The shape grew bigger and bigger, the screaming louder and louder. They wanted to run, but they remained frozen in place. It was only at the last minute that they let out a strangled cry of their own and scrambled backward, but it was too late. The dark shape launched itself straight at them, engulfing their head.
They collapsed to the ground, thumping harshly against the planks of the bridge. Their scream was muffled by whatever had just clung onto their face. “AAAAHHH! WH—WHAT—?”
“HAAAAHAHAHA! HELLO, CHALLENGER! HELLO!”
OH.
“You!” They gasped in simultaneous concern and relief. It was the Lonely Wizard! They managed to pry the clingy, cackling blob off of their head and hold them as far from themself as they could, breathing heavily. “You—You scared the crap out of me!”
“YES! YES! YES!”
“No! Not yes.” Challenger scolded gently. “That was very rude and uncalled for. You should be more careful.”
“OH. I am very sorry.” The little mage kicked their legs, wiggling excitedly in Challenger’s grip. “I was only EXPERIENCING THE WONDERS OF LIFE! You understand, don’t you? DON’T YOU? HAHAH!”
Challenger couldn’t help but smile at Lonely’s enthusiasm. “So you escaped P03’s card, huh? I guess that’s what happens when the Scrybe becomes the Inscrybed.”
“Yes! Yes! That is correct. Normal creatures they have captured do not escape, however ScrybesandtheservantsorassociatesoftheScrybesarefarmorepowerfulanddifficulttobindtocardssowhentheonewhoinscrybedthemgetsinscrybedtheycannolongercontainthemandtheyareabletobefreed!”
“What?”
“SCRYBE GO POOF, SOME CARDS GO WHEEEEE!” HAHA!”
“…Alright, then.”
“SO I AM FREE NOW!” Lonely hopped around in a circle around Challenger, giggling hysterically all the while. “Truly free! Truly STIMULATED! It is joyous! Frabjous day! Perhaps even a callooh, callay!” They flopped over on the bridge, bursting into another bout of cackles as they flailed their limbs around aimlessly like an overturned roach.
What…what’s all that noise…? Why is it so dark…?
Oh. That’s right. The flash. I’m a stoat again.
Who’s yelling? Is the Challenger here? Where am I? Should I speak?
Challenger chuckled quietly. At least there was someone to fill the silence, now, even if that someone was doing so by yelling at ear-bleeding volumes. “Hey, I guess we’ve both got something to do, now. I’m waiting for my friend here to wake up. You wanna go on a walk or something in the meantime? Get some, uh…stimulation?”
That’s them! That’s their voice!…Wait, friend? Are they talking about me? They called me their friend?
Lonely shot right to their feet, bouncing on their heels. “Oh, YES! I would LOVE that! WALK! WALKWALKWALK! YES!”
Good god, that’s loud. No wonder I woke up. Is that the little void freak? Must have escaped the card when I got Inscrybed again…
“‘Kay, then, let’s do it!” Challenger chirped. Not entirely sure where they were going, they continued on in the direction they were walking— toward The Island of Magicks. The Lonely Wizard bounded along beside them, eager to go practically anywhere as long as the journey meant sights to see and sensations to feel. It had been so, so long since they had explored the outside of the tower! Wouldn’t this be exciting? Wouldn’t this be STIMULATING?…as long as they didn’t go inside. Or anywhere near that…chamber of darkness…ANYWAYS! THEY WERE WALKING! THIS WAS GREAT! “Say, Challenger! Who is this—this friend you are awaiting the awakening of?”
“Oh, it’s P03…” Challenger answered with a sigh.
So they were talking about me when they said their friend…!…why does that make me feel…good?
“OH! Yes! He was Inscrybed again, you said? Why is that? Was he defeated? That is why I’m FREE! HAHaAh!”
“Defeated…? Uh, not quite…it surrendered. Leshy was gonna hurt it to stop it, but I didn’t let him…then it just said it would stop with the whole Great Transcendence thing. Like it just…gave up.”
“…Gave…up?” The Lonely Wizard’s voice fell to a lower volume for once. “That doesn’t sound like P03. O-or any Scrybe, for that matter!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” Challenger laughed with a hint of melancholy. “…But the others said it was more complicated than that, and I guess they didn’t trust it, so Leshy turned P03 into a stoat again to…ensure he wouldn’t be able to do anything even if this wasn’t a trick?”
“Oh.” Lonely’s wide, crazed eyes dropped to the ground. “That sounds…very unstimulating…to be imprisoned like that.” They shivered and twiddled with the bauble of their hat.
it is. it really is. ugh.
“I know.” Challenger’s voice sounded weak and weary. “The Scrybes did it because they don’t really trust P03. And that’s understandable considering all the wrong things he’s done…”
…I’m sorry.
Challenger huffed, squeezing the straps of their bag as they paused at the border between the white planks of the bridge and the multicolored sands of the island. “…but I trust P03. It may be kinda mean…and selfish…and has very confusing and concerning ulterior motives…but I’ve glimpsed a side of it that cares more than it let’s on. I believe he has the potential to be a good person…computer…thing. That’s why I stopped Leshy from hurting it in the first place. It’s my friend, and I believe in it. I always will.”
…I…oh…
P03 felt…something. Of course there were many irritating sensations that came with being trapped in this inefficient organic body, but this was something new. He writhed with discomfort in the darkness of Challenger’s backpack, a strange, strangled whimper escaping him. What was this? His eyes burned, his throat felt like it was closing up…
Tears.
Was he…? Oh, god. He was crying. The Challenger couldn’t see this. He couldn’t let them. The Scrybe-turned-stoat emitted some kind of ridiculous croak and gurgle as it pawed at its dampened face, cursing the paper of the card that confined it. Why did beasts have to have such unnecessary functions? This was so embarrassing…
Just then, P03 heard the Lonely Wizard’s shrill voice squeak: “OH? WHAT’S THAT SOUND?”
Then came the voice of Challenger. “…Huh? Yeah, what is that? It’s like a baby mouse choking on syrup.”
OH, COME ON! I DO NOT! Don’t look here, don’t look— AH!
Suddenly, P03 felt fingers gripping it. It shrieked in a panic and tried to hide its face as much as the stiff feeling of being trapped in a card would allow it, covering its eyes as the light of the sun struck it for what felt like the first time in forever. Challenger gasped, grinning at the beast card in their hand. “P03! You’re awake!”
“No, I’m not!” The stoat whined, stifling a sniffle.
“Hey, are you…crying…?”
“NO, I’M NOT!” He repeated. “I’m just not used to being a beast again, o-okay? It feels freaky! Just…give me a minute!”
“Whatever you say…take as much time as you need, bu— AH! HEY!”
Quicker than they could react, the stoat card was torn from their hands by none other than the Lonely Wizard. “MINE! EHEH!” Both P03 and Challenger shouted scrambled protests as the little mage laughed and leapt about, evading the Challenger’s grabs and lunges. OOOOHHH, A CHASE! NOW THIS? THIS WAS STIMULATING!!!
“Lonely, come on! give it back!”
“HAAHAHA! BETTER CATCH ME!” And before P03 or the Challenger could do anything to hinder them, the Wizard was barreling away toward the outskirts of the island, the stoat card clutched in their grubby little gremlin hands.
Challenger groaned loudly and urged their tired legs forward without any choice but to chase after the mage. Massive floating Mox crystals and luminescent trees flew past their peripheral as they ran with everything they had, but they only lagged behind, unable to match the Lonely Wizard’s pace. All they could do was shout and demand that Lonely stopped— but predictably, they didn’t listen.
P03, meanwhile, had gone from sobbing pitifully to screaming at the top of its lungs in rage within mere seconds. The imprisoned Scrybe’s voice was a frantic cacophony of screams, animalistic squeaks and many remarks such as “UNHAND ME AT ONCE,” “I’LL KILL YOU!”, and “STOP POKING ME!”
…The Lonely Wizard neither unhanded P03 nor stopped poking him. They simply continued to run around like some kind of hyperactive cheetah on caffeine, weaving between glowing trees and half-buried mox gems, laughing like a child and occasionally throwing lighthearted taunts at the Challenger pursuing them. Eventually Challenger gave up— P03 assumed their feeble little human body could no longer handle all the running— and they flopped down against the trunk of a nearby tree, gasping for air and shaking their head, exhausted.
Finally, the Lonely Wizard skidded to a screeching halt and padded on over to Challenger, plopping down beside them with a joyful expression as if nothing just happened. “THAT WAS FUN! AND! AND, AND—“
“Stimulating?” Challenger finished breathlessly. “Yeah. So stimulating I feel like my lungs are on fire. Thanks a lot, Lone.” They gently punched Lonely in the shoulder, earning a defiant snicker, and snatched the card back.
P03 scowled up at Challenger. “Ugh, finally. How do you deal with this…creature? Now I feel all gross! I don’t know where that things weird little freaky fingers have been! I—“ Its outraged ramblings were silenced by Challenger pressing their finger against its mouth. “Shhshsh. I got you back. Quit complaining.” They sighed and flopped back against the smooth bark of the tree, their breath still ragged. “God, I’m exhausted. Was that really necessary, Lonely?”
“YES!”
“Whatever you say, you little…uncannily fast shadow thing.” They peered toward the horizon with half-lidded eyes, lips quirking in a warm smile as they took in the sight of Magnificus’ tower bathed in the warm light of the golden hour, all of the crystals and strange trees scattered around the island gleaming brightly. “The sun’s starting to set already…been a long day, huh?”
“Yes…” Lonely bounced in their seat in the teal-colored sand, fidgeting and gazing directly at the sinking sun…probably not healthy, but Challenger didn’t have the heart to tell them not to. The wizard finally seemed to settle down, resting their head on their knees. “I…do not remember much before Magnificus put me into the DARKNESS…but I recall watching the sunset like this. It was very…I-It was very…”
“Very what, freakshow? Stimulating?” P03 guessed with a flat tone, clearly exasperated.
“NO. Well, yes, it was stimulating, but I was going to say…it was beautiful.” They closed their eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sun. “This is beautiful.”
“Huh. I guess you’re right.” P03 sighed, then squeaked in surprise as Challenger raised its card up and flipped it around just so that the trapped Scrybe could watch the sunset with them. Well, that was…considerate of them.
The three sat in serene silence for a moment, simply sharing the peaceful joy of this moment.
“Hey!” Challenger piped up suddenly, gently setting the stoat card on the ground to rummage through their bag. “I still have that replica camera Leshy gave me! Why don’t we get a picture to remember this moment?”
“PICTURE!” The Lonely Wizard echoed, bolting upright again. There went that moment of peace and quiet…
“Sure, why not?” P03 muttered.
“Cool!” Challenger yanked out their camera from the tangle of other objects in their pack and squinted down at it, fiddling with the buttons. “I think there may be some kind of timed setting here…ah! There we go! Okay, let’s hurry!”
“OH! ALREADY?” Lonely scrambled after Challenger, who was busy positioning the camera on a nearby stone. They stepped backwards and gestured to the mage. “Here, stand by me. I’ve got P03. Everyone say cheese!”
Lonely immediately complied and bursted into a series of “CHEESECHEESECHEESECHEESE!”, while P03 scoffed. “I’m not saying cheese!”
Challenger held the card up to the camera and put on a smile, roping Lonely in with a hug. “Cheee— say it, P03!— eeeese!”
“…Fine. Cheese.”
Click!
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A Favor: Part Twenty-One
Nessian Modern AU
Masterlist
a/n: as someone who is physically incapable of reading fics and other long tumblr posts line by line and word for word, i think it’s so fucking cool that a bunch of you regularly, excitedly read what i post. i would not blame you at all for skim reading. thank you.
***
The majority of Cassian’s life was spent battling with the fact of his own existence. First he was fatherless, then motherless, then homeless. Being taken in by Rhys’s parents, who bought him nice clothes and nicer gifts, was like putting a bandaid over a stab wound. It couldn’t change the questions that made up Cassian at his core: was he equal to everyone else in this world, or had he been born inherently inferior? Did he deserve the same happinesses that his friends so carelessly reaped, or should he step back and know his place?
The older he grew, the more he grappled with those questions—until the night he learned who his father was, and the truth behind his existence. That he was likely a product of rape. Nearly driving himself drunk off a mountainside in Monte Carlo was enough to make him realize with a startling clarity: he couldn’t keep asking himself the same questions for the rest of his life. At some point, he was going to have to buck the fuck up and make his peace with the world, whether he believed he deserved to be in it or not. And though it might have taken him a while to reach that conclusion, Cassian can proudly say he did it. Not long into his post-college years, Cassian finally grew up.
By twenty-seven, he was secure enough in himself and his place in the world to not have to deal with those doubtful voices every waking minute. His life was figured out, and his ego was unshakeable. Until Nesta Archeron entered the story.
Now at twenty-eight, Cassian is again unsecured—this time in a less tragic but more confusing way. Because everything he thinks he knows about himself, about life, she insists on proving wrong.
Including the issue of celebrating his birthday.
“I feel like I should have asked this earlier,” Cassian mutters to Nesta as they stand in the cozy resort lobby, “but why is Az here?”
Nesta looks both humiliated and resigned when she mutters back, “He wouldn’t pay for the resort unless I let him come with us.”
“At that point you should’ve just let me pay, babe.” He watches Azriel’s back as he chats up the lady at the front desk while getting their room keys.
“On your own birthday? It would have ruined the point,” Nesta says.
Cassian doesn’t retort that having his brother present at their couple’s retreat also ruins the point. He’s sure she already knows.
Nesta’s reaction when Cassian told her that he didn’t celebrate his birthday was unforgettable.
“No one in our inner circle really cares about birthdays,” he had shrugged. “Feyre’s birthday is the exception because she’s sort of the outsider, and Rhys will find any excuse to worship at her feet. But the rest of us? I don’t know, it was never a big deal.”
As someone who’s never skipped a birthday once in her life, even when she was isolated and ignoring her family’s phone calls, Nesta took this as a personal offense. “I need to get you out of this cabin,” she stated.
Which brings them here, to Colorado’s finest ski resort situated high in the Rocky Mountains. The lobby is littered with overstuffed armchairs and a crackling fireplace, and huge windows look out over the blinding white mountains.
Az starts heading their way, key cards in hand, when Cassian suddenly turns to Nesta. “We need to find him a woman,” he whispers.
“What?”
“We can’t let him third wheel with us for the whole weekend. We’ll never get time alone.” Cassian is set on this new plan, already scanning the lobby for women around Azriel’s age.
“I agree, but—”
Azriel reaches the two of them, tossing a room card to Nesta. “You can stop talking about me now. I’ll be spending most of my time hitting the slopes.”
Cassian and Nesta mumble a halfhearted, “We weren’t talking about you.”
He narrows his eyes at them. “Uh-huh. Just remember whose credit card this is going on.” Picking up his ski gear and duffel bag, he turns for the elevator.
Nesta frowns up at Cassian once Az is gone, more adorably than she probably intends. “Do you think he’s upset?”
He scoffs. “We should be upset at him.” He doesn’t want to have to worry about his brother while he’s on vacation, and Az definitely wouldn’t want him to worry either, but it isn’t something that can be helped.
Despite his irritation, he might go skiing with Az later this afternoon. Just to keep him company.
***
Nesta will give it to Azriel—he’s a man of fine taste, and also generous with his spending. She originally wanted a normal room for her and Cassian, preferably the cheapest one, but Az went behind her back and upgraded them to a fully decked out penthouse suite.
“This is too much for just a weekend,” she tells him over the phone while Cassian is in the bathroom. “How am I supposed to pay you back for this?”
“Why would you pay me back?” he says dismissively. “I’m rich.”
When Nesta tries arguing with him, he only replies, “I don’t take money from poor people,” and hangs up on her.
Which leaves Nesta to enjoy the four-spray shower and heated bathroom tiles free of charge. By the time she comes out of the shower, Cassian has already left with Azriel to hit some slopes before dinner, though not before leaving her a note promising to teach her how to ski tomorrow.
Nesta doesn’t even get to unwrap her towel from her body before realizing her phone is ringing incessantly, all the way from the other side of the suite. Jogging over to the living area, Nesta answers Emerie’s call. “What’s up?”
“Where are you?” Emerie greets without introduction.
“At the ski lodge?” Nesta answers, confused. “I already told you, for Cassian’s birthday.”
“I know that,” Emerie hisses. “I mean what room are you in? This place is huge.”
“Wait—you’re here?” Nesta looks quickly around herself, as if Emerie will pop up from behind the couch.
“Not just me. So is Gwyn.” Nesta hears rustling on the other side of the line, and then Emerie saying from a distance, “Answer for your crimes, Gwyneth. Say hi.”
A new, clearer voice comes over the phone. “Hiii, Nesta.” Gwyn sounds weak, like she is not having fun at all.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Nesta demands.
“Well, it’s a long story and I need to see you first. Also, I have to pee. Where is your room?”
Five minutes later, Gwyn and Emerie are sitting obediently before the roaring fireplace in Nesta and Cassian’s suite.
Now fully dressed, Nesta stabs a finger at Emerie. “Explain.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Emerie says indignantly. “Gwyn barged into my place at eight in the morning and dragged me all the way here—”
“It was an emergency!” Gwyn tosses her hands in the air. “It still is an emergency. That’s why we’re here.”
“I’m here because Gwyn is scared of traveling alone,” Emerie interjects. “And driving on highways.”
“Guys!” Nesta snaps.
Gwyn makes a whining sound of defeat and drops her head into her hands. After a long moment, she speaks. “He asked if we could go to dinner together. Like, right to my face. And I panicked and said yes, because I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, but obviously I can’t do that. So this morning I cashed in my sick days and told him I was going on vacation for a whole week.” Gwyn looks up at Nesta with pleading teal eyes. “Please can we stay here the whole week?”
Nesta stares at Gwyn, feeling like her brain was just sucked dry. “First of all, who’s ‘he’?”
“Max!” She stands in her outburst. “The love of my life. The man who works on the fourth floor of the library. Do you pay attention to the groupchat at all?”
Oh yeah, that guy. “You came all the way here,” Nesta drawls out slowly, “so you wouldn’t have to have dinner with your crush?”
“It wasn’t just any dinner.” Gwyn flops back onto the couch. “It was a date. I can’t go on a date with him. First dates lead to second dates, and second dates lead to—sex.” She whispers the last word.
“Really?” Emerie frowns, not missing a beat at the mention of Gwyn’s deepest fear. “What kind of dates have you been having?”
“I haven’t been having any dates,” Gwyn says. “Why, how long do you usually see someone before doing it?”
“First date, at most,” Emerie shrugs.
“No,” Nesta steps in, sending Emerie a bewildered look. “Gwyn, you’ve known this guy for a while now. If he’s half as decent as you think he is, he won’t expect sex by the second date. And even if he does—”
“What does it matter?” Gwyn wails. “It’ll come up eventually. And when it does, he’ll think I’m a freak.”
“He won’t get a chance to think anything before I kill him,” Emerie says, eyes darkening.
Nesta says nothing, knowing this is something she can’t advise Gwyn about. Whether or not Gwyn chooses to share her past and unresolved trauma with another man, and whether or not that man reacts in an unshitty way isn’t something Nesta can determine. So she just states for the record, “You’re not a freak.”
“But it’s what he’ll think.”
“Then you shouldn’t be with him in the first place,” Nesta says firmly. Even though she knows better than anyone that it isn’t always that simple.
Proving her point, Gwyn scoffs and looks away. “You don’t get it.”
“What I really don’t get,” Nesta says, “is why you took your lie so literally. Why did you come all the way out here instead of hiding out at home for the week?”
“Merrill sees and knows everything. I can’t lie to her.” Gwyn cringes. “If I stayed at home, she would sniff me out as soon as she got me on the phone, and then I’d really be screwed.”
Nesta cocks her head at Gwyn, squinting her eyes in something akin to fascination.
“I had the same reaction,” Emerie pipes up. She shakes her head at Gwyn. “I’ve never met a more melodramatic idiot, truly.”
Gwyn curls into herself on the couch, looking ashamed.
Nesta sighs sharply, then whips out a hand. “Give me your wallets. I’ll go downstairs right now and see if I can book a room last minute.”
Emerie sits up at that. “Uh… I’m not sure I can afford a place like this.”
“Neither can I,” Nesta says. “That’s why Azriel paid for all of us.”
Gwyn’s eyes go comically round. “Azriel’s here?”
“Unfortunately.” She snaps her fingers at both girls. “Credit or debit, now.”
“So… I’m assuming we can’t just share this huge suite with you guys, huh?” Gwyn says hesitantly.
There might be actual flames in Nesta’s eyes. This is Cassian’s birthday, goddammit. Cassian, who hasn’t celebrated a birthday since he was eleven. “Please don’t push me.”
Gwyn and Emerie, very reluctantly, hand their cards over to Nesta. Emerie hands over two, just in case.
In the end, Nesta doesn’t use any of their money, but charges the new room to her own account. She’ll work it off by putting extra hours into Night Court, she tells herself.
When she returns to the penthouse suite, she spies tracks outlined in melted snow at the doorway. Shit. She barges inside to find Cassian and Azriel standing in the middle of the living area, with Emerie looking awkward on the couch.
“Uh, we just got back—” Cassian starts.
“I can explain,” Nesta interrupts.
A faucet turns off in the distance, and Gwyn peeks her head out of the bathroom door.
“Oh, shit,” Azriel says in delight. “Freckles is here too?”
Gwyn looks like she’s about to turn right back around to the bathroom. Nesta and Cassian both throw Az a baffled look, but Nesta says, “I can fix this. I’ve already fixed it.” She goes over to Emerie and hands her a key card. “You and Gwyn are going to stay on the first floor, and you won’t bother me or Cassian for the duration of our stay. It’ll be like you’re not even here.” She whips toward Gwyn, who still hovers near the bathroom doorway. “And at the end of this weekend, you’re going back to work like the adult you are and taking care of your shit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Gwyn says quietly, lowering her head.
Cassian comes over to Nesta, whispering, “So, you didn’t invite them to keep Az company or anything, right?”
“I can hear you,” Azriel says.
“Of course not,” Nesta whispers back. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“Really? Because I thought it was kind of convenient—”
“I can still hear you,” Az repeats.
“So can I,” Emerie nods.
“Shut up,” Nesta hisses at the both of them. Grabbing Cassian’s still-gloved hand, she drags him upstairs and away to their bedroom. When the door shuts behind them, she turns to him and blurts, “I’m so sorry.”
Cassian only laughs, taking his ski jacket off and brushing away the wet snow from the back. “I’m not.” He tosses his jacket and gloves over a chair and approaches Nesta, tugging her closer by her oversized turtleneck. “And what did I tell you about wasting your apologies?”
Nesta doesn’t care. “I ruined your birthday.”
“My birthday’s not until tomorrow,” he says with a straight face. “But honestly, I like this a lot more than just you, me, and Az. At least he can’t third wheel anymore, right?”
She shakes her head insistently, frustration boiling in her blood. “Everything’s going wrong.”
“But you solved our problems.” He finds Nesta’s clenched fists and unfurls them with gentle hands. “You got the girls their own room, and now Az can be distracted with those two. We can still be alone. We win.”
Nesta purses her lips, unconvinced, when Cassian adds, “But seriously, though—what the fuck are they doing here?”
She exhales deeply, letting her head drop forward onto Cassian’s chest. “I don’t know,” she mutters. “Gwyn panicked about some personal stuff and thought it was a good idea to come to me. I don’t want to make her leave, though.” Gwyn is being stupid right now, without a doubt, but Nesta won’t abandon her. Neither will Emerie.
God, having friends sucks.
Cassian threads a hand through her loose hair and hums. “Gwyn was smart for coming to you.”
***
Dinner is held outside in the snow and cold, but everyone bundles up and sits down at a table that surrounds one of the multiple fire pits in the courtyard. Cassian convinced Nesta to let Gwyn and Emerie hang out with them for the weekend, because what else are those poor girls supposed to do, and now the women babble over each other as they decide what to drink.
Cassian sits back and takes it in, the sight feeling heartwarmingly familiar and strangely brand new at the same time. Nesta ends up being the one to order everybody’s drinks, and once the waiter scampers back inside, Gwyn releases a terse breath. “Sometimes I still get scared of that tone.”
“I’m always scared of it,” Az mutters, eyeing Nesta from the corner of his eye.
“What tone?” Cassian laughs. He knows Nesta is still a little wound up from her plans going off the rails, but she hasn’t done anything scary.
“I’m used to it,” Emerie says through a mouthful of fries, “but I think that waiter almost cried.”
“That’s how I sound all the time.” Nesta shrugs, sitting back.
“What tone?” Cassian repeats.
Nesta clicks her tongue impatiently. “You know how I talk. I’m straightforward.”
“And harsh,” Azriel adds. “Even aggressive.”
“Watch it.” Gwyn turns stern eyes onto him over the fire pit.
“I have no idea what you all are talking about,” Cassian says. He turns to Nesta. “You sound perfectly normal to me.”
She narrows her perfect brows at him, and Emerie laughs, “I don’t know if that’s romantic or ignorant.”
But now that they’re discussing it, Cassian does distinctly remember Nesta having a sharp edge to her words while they were getting to know each other. Did it disappear over time, or has he really stopped noticing it?
He doesn’t get to think about it before their drinks arrive, followed soon by a dinner of fancy sandwiches.
Cassian cuts his beef sandwich in half and gives the other half to Nesta, and she does the same with her turkey sandwich. They eat and drink around the crackling fire, laughing and talking about tomorrow’s plans (“It’s not your birthday, Azriel,” Nesta says. “Stop asking about gifts.”). Cassian and Emerie talk idly about video games over wine, and even though it isn’t really his thing, he can see her excitement over it and gladly indulges it.
Once everyone is finished eating and is slightly drunk, Gwyn pulls a small sleeve of crackers out of her puffy jacket, followed by a fun-sized Hershey’s bar and a handful of mini marshmallows.
“What are you doing?” Nesta says.
“Making dessert.” Gwyn builds a mini s’more and places it carefully on her fork so she can toast it over the fire pit. When it’s done, she leans forward even more to try to put it on Nesta’s plate. “For you. Thank you for letting me and Emerie stay.”
Nesta jumps, catching the s’more with her plate and batting Gwyn away from the fire pit at the same time. “You’ll set your hair on fire,” she hisses.
Gwyn’s hair remains safe, but now Cassian catches his brother watching Gwyn amusedly from the corner of his eye. “Can I have one?” Az says.
“I’m all out.” Gwyn says while building another s’more, refusing to meet his eyes.
Cassian and Nesta share a look, a hundred words thrown back and forth between them in that glance. She scoots her chair closer to him to slip her cold hands into his warm ones, but while the conversation carries on around the table, she leans in and whispers, “I’m not a busybody but…”
“I am,” he whispers back. “Az is being weird, weirder than usual.”
Nesta nods. “I’ve never seen him so—outgoing.”
Neither has Cassian, but before he can mention anything else, he looks up to find that Gwyn and Azriel’s seats at the table are empty. “How much did those two drink?” he breathes.
Nesta follows his gaze, seeing what he’s seeing: Azriel and Gwyn wandering clumsily around the snowy courtyard. Or rather, Az is trying to chase Gwyn down for a s’more, while she clutches her mini marshmallows to her chest and vehemently yells, “They’re mine!”
Meanwhile, Emerie is half asleep at the table.
Cassian watches as Gwyn nears the towering fir tree at the center of the courtyard and slips. Az shoots out a hand to catch her, but not before her ass hits the stone, hard. He pulls her back up, no longer fooling around, and Gwyn rubs her butt in pain.
Cassian suddenly feels Nesta squeezing the life out of his hands, and he looks over to find fury written across her face. For a heartbeat, he feels worried for Az.
“Go deal with him,” Nesta says lowly. “Before I do.”
Not needing any more words to understand, he stands out of his seat and heads out into the courtyard. He doesn’t know why Nesta thinks Gwyn needs protecting, but it makes him feel protective himself. Approaching the duo, he sees that Azriel finally acquired the leftover s’more ingredients from Gwyn.
“There’s only like half a cracker left,” Az mutters to himself, shaking the baggie.
“Is he bothering you?” Cassian asks Gwyn, who still looks grumpy over losing their skirmish.
Whipping her head to Cassian like he’s her savior, Gwyn nods furiously. “Please make him stop.”
Cassian turns to Azriel with rage in his eyes, a clear What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
But Az shakes his head in denial. “It’s not like that. Look, she’s smirking at me!” He points over Cassian’s shoulder.
When Cassian looks, Gwyn is already walking back to the fire pit, holding her bruised ass.
Az starts, “What a fake little—”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cassian interrupts. “Yesterday you’re crying over Elain and today you’re flirting with Nesta’s friend?”
Azriel goes serious, his face turning colder than the night air. “How do you know about Elain?” he says gruffly.
“Everyone knows, Azriel.” Cassian stares down his brother, wondering if he’ll finally get him to get his head screwed on straight after these past weeks of secretive bullshit.
Azriel sets his jaw, but a muscle there ticks.
“Will you finally at least tell me what’s going on in your head?” Cassian pleads. “Because I can’t keep guessing.”
Azriel glances toward the dinner table, as if checking to see that no one is paying attention to them. Looking back, he inhales a breath. “You want to know why I left Velaris?”
Like Nesta, Azriel is not one to quickly make himself vulnerable. So there’s no blatant emotion in his voice when he says, “I started seeing her at the end of summer, not long after she broke up with her ex. And it was so…nice after every other relationship I’ve been in has gone wrong. We kept it quiet, and because of that, it was peaceful.” Azriel’s eyes meet Cassian’s twin ones, and he smirks without humor. “But you already know what that’s like, don’t you?”
He does. Cassian crosses his arms, waiting for Az to continue.
“Anyway, we had a good run. For a long time, it was mostly just sex, but I liked her. I liked her a lot.” Az kicks at the snow-dusted cobblestones. “Then Christmas came around, and Rhys found out.” His face darkens as he remembers, and Cassian stiffens, knowing what’s next isn’t good. Sometimes Rhys forgets the boundary between boss and brother.
“He didn’t say anything about it to Elain, of course,” Azriel says. “But he dragged my ass aside and gave me this huge lecture about us using each other as rebounds. Said ‘Feyre’s sister’ deserves better or some shit. I told him there was more to it than that, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead he brought Vanserra & Co. into it, like his business matters had anything to do with me and Elain.” Azriel’s eyes crinkle at the corners in a puzzled way. “So I got to thinking, ‘why would he bring the Vanserras up?’ He made it seem like such a big deal.” The toe of his boot digs a hole into the ground.
Sympathy churns alongside anger in Cassian’s chest for Azriel’s situation, anger at Rhysand for crossing that line between brothers. He’s only momentarily grateful that Rhys never tried doing something similar to him and Nesta.
“I thought she was over that other guy, Lucien,” Az continues. “But maybe she’s not, if Rhys is so concerned about what Lucien’s stepfather thinks. Anyway, that’s why I ran. Because I knew she liked me, but I also knew she didn’t love me. I didn’t want us to cause all that trouble with Rhys just to end up backed into a corner one day, having nowhere else to go because she loves someone else and I’m just a rebound. It would be awkward for everyone involved.” He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s mostly my fault, for always chasing after women I can’t have.” He finally looks up at Cassian. “When you talk to Elain, does it sound like she hates me?” The question is quiet, straightforward.
“No,” Cassian answers, voice rough. Even if Azriel wants to hide his feelings, Cassian won’t. “She doesn’t seem like she hates you. I don’t even think she’s mad at you.” Concerned, anxious, upset—that’s Elain as far as he knows.
“She should hate me,” Azriel says. “She should get pissed, burn my old clothes, and swear to never talk to me again. That’s the only way she can move on.” Maybe even move back to Lucien, is what goes unsaid.
Cassian isn’t so sure about that. Even as he feels for Az, he thinks both of his brothers should get slapped upside the head for how they’ve been acting lately. He won’t be the one to do it, but he might get Nesta to relay a message to Elain. It’ll be the same thing. “I’m sorry,” he tells Az instead. “I know I’ve been hard on you lately. When we get home, I’ll start doing better.” He claps Az on the shoulder and squeezes.
Azriel surprises him by scoffing, looking away in disbelief. “Wow, being compassionate is really a full time job for you, huh?” He claps Cassian’s shoulder back, pulling him into a sudden hug. “You’ve already done more than enough,” he says into Cassian’s ear. “Go to your girlfriend and take a rest.”
Taken aback, Cassian nods and pulls away. He’s about to turn around and leave when Az says, “By the way, I wasn’t flirting with Gwyn.”
Cassian raises a brow. “You were definitely doing something.”
Az rolls his eyes. “I’m not giving her anything she can’t handle. But in case you haven’t noticed, I have no interest in other women right now.” He makes a face. “Especially not her.”
Cassian chuckles. “I believe you. It’s Nesta you need to worry about.”
“Whatever. I’m not scared of her.”
That makes Cassian laugh even harder, but he turns around, ready to go back to said girlfriend. As he nears the fire pit, though, he finds that Gwyn is already there and cuddled up to Nesta. On Nesta’s other side, Emerie now sits in Cassian’s chair, asleep on her friend’s shoulder. He stops in his tracks.
Cassian wasn’t lying when he told Nesta that he was happy about their changed vacation plans—he believes the more the merrier, and he loves these people. Yet he can’t help but wish the two of them could be alone for just one day. Only one.
God, sometimes having friends sucks.
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a/n: this is a two parter so next chapter we’ll finally be getting more nessian alone time
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archaxwii · 2 years
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The Tiny Fox Thief
Warnings: This story contains soft, safe, vore. Scott catches Fundy trying to steal his stuff for the 100th time and decides to punish him to deter him from doing it again.
I promise I didn’t stop wanting to write these, I originally wrote this like two months ago but works been rough recently and killing my motivation and time to write, but hey at least I got this out in time for Origins to come back? I’m hoping the next one won’t take as long but I can’t make any promises. Despite the long wait I hope you enjoy! 
A tiny fox man was rummaging through his things.
Again.
Scott had causally walked into his house to get some payment for Ranboo and Tubbo for a trade they were doing for his new build, and he was greeted with a familiar sight.
He opened one of his chests to grab some gold and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a tiny ball of orange fluff hiding behind a diamond that was suspiciously not with the other diamonds.
Scott rolled his eyes, he grabbed the gold he needed and safely stored it away from the greedy fox before plucking Fundy up from behind the diamond.
Said fox yelped a little at being caught and now being so close to the giant.
Scott shifted his grip so Fundy was gently held in his hands instead of dangling by the fingers. Even if he was a little thief Scott didn't want to hurt his friend.
Scott raised an eyebrow at him." This is the fifth time this month Fundy, don't you ever get tired of gong through people's things?" He questioned flatly.
Fundy gave Scott a sheepish look." Uh, heyyy, Scott...I uhh, don't know what you're talking about, I was just looking at your pretty gems, they're uhh, very shiny from down here, you know?" His eyes darted around, trying not to make eye contact with the agitated giant.
Scott didn't seem convinced.
"You know, you'd have your own shiny diamonds to look at if you went and got them yourself instead of stealing from other people." He deadpanned.
"Pshh, what's the fun in that?" A look of fear crossed his face as he realized his mistake." Uhh, not that I was stealing, cause, uh, heh I was totally not doing that, I promise haha." His ears flattened against the back of his head as he grinned nervously.
" What am I gonna do with you? You know I could blow you to smithereens right?" Scott shook his head. He was obviously joking, but a little intimidation never hurt anybody.
"Ahah, but you'd never do that right?" In the back of his mind he knew Scott wouldn't do that, but Fundy did shrink a little further into Scott's hand nonetheless.
"Hmm, maybe I should, teach you a lesson to quit stealin' from everyone." Scott threatened.
At first it was an empty threat, but a small rumble from his stomach gave him a different idea.
It wasn't uncommon for someone to go missing for a little while due to being tucked away in a persons belly. Most of the giants in this server had the ability to protect their prey and keep them safe for as long as they wanted, and for the ones who didn't have those powers there were potions that could easily help keep prey safe as well.
That's why Fundy knew as soon as he heard that growl, with the look that crossed Scott's face, that it was time to bolt. He immediately panicked and started trying to squirm out of the hand he was trapped in.
"I think I know a good place I can put you for tonight, maybe it'll teach you a lesson." Scott himself had never eaten anyone before, but he knew he had a control over his own digestive system, so he wouldn't actually hurt Fundy.
"P-please, Scott! I-I promise I won't steal again, I've changed, I've mended my ways and all that!" He stuttered frantically.
Now, Fundy has spent a fair few nights in the belly of one of his friends, especially after he'd been caught stealing from them, but just because he knew it was safe didn't mean he liked it. It was just so humiliating.
And I mean do you know how long it takes to get saliva out of fur?
In a stroke of luck, Fundy managed to squirm out of Scott's grip and he leapt off of Scott's hand onto the floor.
Fundy was speedier than the average tiny, fast enough to almost make it to the little hole the tinies used to get into Scott's house.
Key word there is almost.
Right as he got to the entrance, as the scent of the outside hit his muzzle...he was swept right back up into Scott's hands.
He whined as Scott's grinning face looked down at him." So close, yet so far Fundy." He petted Fundy's head with his thumb." I promise it's just for tonight, it'll be a good nights sleep and I'll let you out in the morning." Scott tried to reassure.
It was quite warm inside, it was soft and it was easy to fall asleep knowing he was safe.
Fundy huffed. That didn't mean he liked it! It was slimy and gross, it was so loud, and being eaten was so just embarrassing, and don't even get started on the trip down! No, he most certainly did not want to get eaten.
Scott kept a firm grip on him as he lifted Fundy above his head. Fundy yelped as Scott opened his mouth and unceremoniously dropped him in.
To Fundy this was a familiar hell. To Scott this was an unfamiliar heaven.
He hummed as he felt squirming around. Fundy battered his tiny paws at his teeth, trying to get him to open his mouth.
Scott didn't relent and instead started licking the little fox. He had a very salty taste that made his mouth water.
After Scott figured Fundy had been covered in enough saliva, he tilted his head back so Fundy knew what was coming. It was strange to feel Fundy physically tense, and after a couple seconds he swallowed him down.
Fundy yelped as he was shoved into the dark tunnel.
This was always his least favorite part. Not that he liked any of it, mind you. But this always left him dizzy and disoriented and feeling a bit sick.
He squirmed at the painful crushing that slowly pulled him down. He could tell Scott had never eaten someone before, it was much more painful than usual.
After a few more swallows his feet were pressed against something, he whined as he was squeezed through something much tighter and then unceremoniously dropped into a shallow pool of liquid.
Tired as the decent down left him, Fundy didn't hesitate to scramble up and start battering at the walls. He didn't want to actually hurt Scott, but he was still upset, it was so disgusting and humiliating. Why did they always do this to him?
Scott stumbled a bit, leaning against the chest at the unexpected assault on his stomach.
He didn't expect to be able to feel everything so strongly, and it felt kinda nice, despite the attack inside.
He hummed, pressing a hand to his stomach." You doing alright in there Fundy?" He inquired. He wanted to make sure he wasn't gonna actually hurt him.
"No, Scott, you just ate me!" He growled, trying to jump and climb up the slick walls to no avail." Please let me out, it's really gross in here!" He whined.
Scott chuckled, rubbing circles on his belly." Well I didn't exactly swallow you for your enjoyment, this is meant to be a punishment after all." He lowered his voice, tone more serious." Are you actually ok in there? I'm not hurting you, right?"
"...If I said yes would you let me out?"
"Fundy."
"Ok, ok, yeah I'm not dying or whatever." Fundy huffed, slumping against the wall with his arms over his chest.
"It's just for the night Fundy, I promise I'll let you out in the morning." He reassured.
Fundy remained grumpily silent, until Scott heard the thumping of footsteps and a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Scott?" Inquired the dark, imposing figure of Ranboo. The poor ender hybrid had to duck to see into the door.
Caught up in catching Fundy, Scott had forgotten his original goal when coming in here.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ranboo, I was trying to grab the gold for you guys and found a certain someone rummaging through my things again, so I had to deal with that." He quickly explained, sliding off the chest.
At the mention of Ranboo, Fundy scrambled up trying to claw at the walls again." Ranboo! Help me! I don't want to stay in here please!" He cried.
Unfortunately for Fundy, Ranboo couldn't hear him from the inside, but from the slight glance to Scott's belly he seemed to be able to figure out what happened.
Regardless of whether he knew or not Ranboo only lightly chuckled." You'd think he'd get tired of stealing one day." He stepped into the house, shaking his head." Well, do you have our stuff?"
Scott did a little "Oh yeah!" jump before turning around to dig in his chests. Fundy was still fiercely trying to get Ranboo's attention, which Scott blithely ignored.
After a couple seconds Ranboo was in the possession of 3 stacks of Redstone, a couple gold blocks, and some obsidian, and Scott now owned several stacks of concrete that he couldn't be bothered to harvest himself for a new build he was working on.
After saying their goodbye's Ranboo wandered off to...wherever he and Tubbo wandered off to, and Scott was left alone with Fundy, who was now grumpily sulking against the stomach wall.
After shifting his spades of concrete into his chests Scott retired to his room, flopping backwards onto his bed, trying not to jostle Fundy around too much.
He curled up around his middle, wrapping his arms around his stomach and allowing himself to revel in the sensation of Fundy being in there. Fundy wasn't moving much anymore but Scott could feel his weight, like a warm stone sat in the center of his belly. If he concentrated enough he could even feel the fox's soft breathing.
As much as Scott wanted to punish Fundy he did still feel bad for trapping him all night." You gonna be alright in there?" He softly asked.
Fundy huffed tiredly. It wasn't...that bad. It could actually be quite calming if he had wanted this to happen. It was much warmer than his cave and softer than the bed he slept on. The deep sounds of Scott's lungs and organs working around him did much better to soothe him than the dead silence he slept in at home. It wasn't really that bad in here if you ignored the disgusting amounts of slime...it's just that he hated feeling like food. And he knew nobody on the server felt like that towards him, but it didn't stop his brain from thinking about it that way.
He curled up tighter in a ball." I don't like being food for you guys." He mumbled, Scott could barely even hear the fox.
Scott pressed a hand to his belly, surprised at the sudden vulnerability. He didn't know Fundy felt that way about being eaten. Scott had assumed it was a fun game to him like it was everyone else." Fundy...none of us think like that about you, any of you, we like to have fun and mess with you guys but I-none of us- would ever think of you as food." He reassured. He'd never taken much consideration into how tinies really felt about being eaten, since people like Tubbo, Tommy, and Niki seemed to enjoy it (most of the time) and with the knowledge that it was safe, he didn't consider how negative it could be for some tinies.
He rubbed circles into his belly, feeling regretful." Do you actually want me to let you out? I don't want you to be in there if it upsets you."
Fundy sighed, licking at the few stray salty tears on his face."...No, there's no point when I'm already in here. And it isn't...that bad, I just...hate being reminded of where I am."
Scott chuckled lightly." Just think of it like a really weird waterbed, except with more slime." He offered.
Fundy snorted. It was like a waterbed of sorts, except it felt more like you were inside it than on top of it.
He laid his head down on his arms, closing his eyes. He didn't fall asleep immediately, but Scott's words soothed his nerves enough to where he found the stomach much less distressing than it had previously been. With Scott gently rubbing him and the sound of his heartbeat filling his ears and drowning out his thoughts, Fundy drifted to sleep.
Scott wasn't tired just yet. Being a Starborne, he much preferred being out at night and as such he was mostly nocturnal. He didn't mind staying awake anyway. He didn't know the next time he would be able to do something like this and wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible.
For now, Scott was content to just settle down and comfort Fundy. He'd had a rough couple hours thanks to him so he wanted to make him feel better as much as possible. He hadn't eaten tonight, but Fundy filled his belly enough where he didn't need to, a nice comfortable weight to keep the hunger at bay. He softly rubbed circles into his belly around Fundy, who seemed to slowly be drifting off. He was happy to lay like that for another few hours, enjoying the feeling of Fundy inside, as close and safe to him as a friend could be.
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elenamiria · 3 years
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Din Djarin x Reader - Kinktober Day 14
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Fucking Machine | Humiliation | Feet | Cock-Warming 
Word Count: 895 Warnings: Cockwarming, unprotected sex, fem reader, dom!Din
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You wiggled on Din's lap, whining lightly, until a pinch on your thigh had you settling down again. You had lost track of how long you were sitting there being split open by Din's massive cock, unable to move or to alleviate the ache settling deep within you. He had told you it was just until Greef Karga sent a message with coordinates to a target nearby, what he had failed to tell you was how long that would be. You felt your walls flutter around him again and your breathing hitched, "Din, please."
Whining was getting you nowhere and you knew it, the man's will was as strong as his beskar armor. His hand settled on your upper thigh squeezing lightly while his other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to him tightly. His helmet was still on so the shushing noise he made came out more like a hiss near the side of your head. Your head flopped back onto your Mandalorian's shoulder in impatience. You were just about to complain some more when a voice called out, "Mando!"
You flinched and sank back further into Din who rubbed a soothing hand on your thigh as he spoke, "He can't see us."
Relaxing you looked at the little blue flickering version of Greef Karga who had popped up on the dash of the Razor Crest. He spoke giving instructions that you largely ignored due to the slow sensations filling your body as Din's hips rocked back and forth softly. You tried your best to not make any noise so that Din wouldn't miss anything but as his hips started bucking upward slowly, somehow thrusting even deeper inside your pussy, you couldn't hold back the strangled whimpers flying from your throat.  When Greef's little image finally disappeared Din shifted slightly so he could reach the buttons and switches he needed to in order to set a new course. As he once again stilled you nearly cried, he had teased you just enough that your clit was throbbing more than it had been and your slick had started to seep out of your cunt and drench both the base of his cock and your thighs.
Once the course had been set he settled down in the seat again, keeping you pressed against him. You shifted your hips and pouted before moaning out, "Din, you promised!"
You were sure under his helmet he had a smug smirk on his face to have you begging for him so desperately. His hand once again rubbed your sides soothingly before he growled out, "You want me to fuck you?"
You squeezed around his cock needily as you nodded, "Please Din, I can't take it any longer."
His hand slid down to softly rub at your clit, "You have been such a good girl for me. Go ahead, you can move.”
Your hands flew to grasp at his arms as finally the pleasure you had so desperately been seeking started to warm your body. You tentatively moved your hips, lifting yourself off his hard length only to fall back down onto it. Moans left your throat amd your pace sped up as your body started producing slick once again. Din’s hands flew to your waist with a stifled groan as he began helping you keep your pace, sliding you up and down his length quickly.
“Touch yourself.” Din ordered and you hastily obeyed. One hand slipping under your shirt to pluck at your nipples, tweaking them in the perfect way to have your pussy spasming against the rock hard length inside of you. Your other hand rolled your clit softly between your fingers and your legs nearly gave out from the pleasure. Din’s hips started thrusting in opposition to yours so every time you sank down he was thrusting up, shoving his cock as deeply into you as he could. Your climax built quickly as Din continually fucked into you, bouncing you on his lap, and you stuttered out his name loudly. His hands tightened on your hips and when he tugged you down hard, his cock hitting your cervix, your legs gave up as the coil inside you snapped and your walls clenched around his massive cock. You trembled around him as Din kept up his harsh pace through your hazy climax. When you whimpered his name he groaned out, hips faltering as he reached his own peak. Hot ropes of cum shot into you as both his arms wrapped around you affectionately, his hips slowing and lowering to the seat. Once again you were back where you started, sitting on Din’s cock only this time you were stuffed full of cum. With a sharp inhale you moved to stand up but Din’s arms tightened around you once again as he spoke, “You look so pretty like this, filled by me, I think you should stay here.”
Your cunt clenched around him at his words and you whined, “For how long, Din?”
Din hummed thoughtfully, “Until we reach our next destination, it’ll only be a few hours.” You gaped at him, “A few hours?! Din, I can’t do it, that’s too long.”
Din hushed you softly as his hand came down to stroke at your clit once again, “Oh pretty girl, I’ll make it worth your while. You’ll be cumming all over my cock the whole way there.”
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jaskierswolf · 3 years
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Wolfie darling.... Doctor Geralt and mayhaps a girl he knocked up or something, but they keep making eyes at each other, and jaskier turn up alone one day (yes this is literally the summary you gave before but i crave it so i will send it becasue aahh) and there is such tension but Geralt doesn't want to break up Jaskiers presumed relationship, and Geralt is their doctor, and Jaskier is technically not the patient so they end up baning against the wall, please and than you! <333
Me: I will keep prompts short.
Also me: Here have 1.6k
This is based off the song 'Bad Idea' from Waitress
CW: pregnancy, cheating (geraskier both have partners), sexual content but not explicit.
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Bad Idea
Jaskier wiggled in his seat as he sat next to Priscilla in the waiting room. She was six months pregnant with his child after a one night stand that had gone wrong, and because he was a good guy they’d decided to give a relationship a go. His mother had been pressuring him to propose to Pris every time they spoke, which would have been a grand idea if they were in any way suited to each other. But they weren’t. Pris wasn’t even sure she wanted the kid but it was too late to turn back and Jaskier certainly wasn’t ready to be a father.
If he were being completely honest with himself then he’d admit that the only reason he even came to these appointments was because of the very hot Doctor Rivia.
Jaskier always found a way to stay after the appointment, which really had started out innocently but ended up with Jaskier being pressed against the wall, Geralt’s lips crashing into his.
One kiss.
That’s all it was.
And Geralt had practically thrown him out the room after. It was obviously a mistake that wouldn’t be repeated, so why was he so nervous? His leg bounced and he couldn’t sit still, a rush of energy making his hands shake and the world seemed all too loud and too bright around him.
The rest of the waiting room sat in silence between coughing or the odd sound of a child talking to their parent. The whole place stank of cleaning products and old people… so it was just even more humiliating that Jaskier was fighting to keep his dick under control.
Really he couldn’t be blamed, not when Geralt looked like that. He was tall, muscular, smart and yet such a fucking dork; just Jaskier’s type. Oh and let’s not forget unobtainable. They were always unobtainable and Geralt was no exception. He was happily married to a beautiful successful businesswoman and had the sweetest little daughter, or at least that’s what Jaskier assumed judging by the photographs in Geralt’s room.
Fuck.
Why hadn’t they been called yet?
“Jask?” Pris asked, startling him from his inner turmoil with a light touch to his arm. “I need to go to the bathroom. If I get called, can you let Doctor Rivia know?”
Jaskier nodded, chewing on his lips as he tapped out a rhythm on his leg. “Of course, dearest.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He’d been counting on Pris being there as a barrier between them, and of course as soon as she was out of sight the intercom pinged calling Priscilla to Doctor Rivia’s room. He didn’t even have time to panic as his head started to spin and all the blood rushed from his face. Jaskier swallowed and stumbled to his feet, walking in a daze towards Geralt’s room.
It was as if there was no oxygen left in the hospital, and he could swear he could feel the heat of everyone’s gaze burning into the back of his neck. His mind kept drifting back to the few blissful seconds of kissing Geralt, a passionate, desperate collision of lips, tongues and teeth. The memory seared into his brain, into the very cells of his body. If he lived for a hundred years he would never forget that kiss. He just couldn’t help himself. Geralt was a flame and he was the moth, the compass pointing to Geralt’s north.
Iron filings pulled towards the magnet…
“Nah, that’s shit,” Jaskier muttered to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair before taking a deep breath and knocking on Geralt’s door.
A shiver went down his spine as he heard Geralt’s gruff, incredibly sexy voice say “Come in.”
God, what Jaskier wouldn’t do to have that voice whispering all sorts of dirty things into his ear…
He licked his lips as he pushed open the door, fighting the blush that was no doubt painting his face as he met Geralt’s eyes. The doctor frowned as he raised an eyebrow at Jaskier, then smirked, cocking his head as he spoke.
“Priscilla, welcome, take a seat.”
Jaskier snorted, flopping down onto the table. “Oh haha, very funny Geralt- Doctor Rivia.”
“Geralt is fine.”
“Geralt,” Jaskier mumbled, unable to take his eyes off of Geralt, golden eyes dark as they dropped to Jaskier’s lips.
It felt as if they were bonded together, an invisible tie from Jaskier’s soul to Geralt’s, pulling them together. Jaskier’s heart was racing in his chest and he fell into Geralt’s arms before he’d even realised he was moving. Their lips pressed together for one amazing, mind-boggling second, Geralt’s hands cupping his face and holding him close. He tasted like sweet, delicious coffee and smelled like heaven; addictive, sinful… so very tempting.
A demon sent to claim Jaskier’s soul.
And then they stumbled backwards, both plastered against the wall on opposite sides of the room.
“Jaskier,” Geralt groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s a bad idea; me and you.”
With a nod, Jaskier bit his lip, hands tugging at his hair and making a complete mess of it. “I know, I totally agree.”
His heart didn’t stop racing and he had to grip onto the wall behind him to stop himself from launching back across the room. Geralt seemed to be having a similar struggle as their eyes met again, his face was flushed and there was barely a speck of gold left in his gorgeous, haunting eyes.
“It’s a bad idea, me and you,” he repeated, his fingers shifting from his nose to press against his forehead but neither of them could keep their eyes off each other for long.
Jaskier’s eyes flicked to the door where Priscilla could enter at any moment, licking his lips as he turned back to Geralt. He wanted to move closer but couldn’t leave the wall for his own sanity, so he ended up circling the room opposite Geralt. Both drawn to each other, neither allowing themself to give in.
“You have a wife,” Jaskier pointed out, as if he didn’t already know that.
“You have Priscilla,” Geralt agreed, and both of them spared another glance to the door.
The unlocked door…
Gold eyes met blue and then they both lunged for the door, dancing around each other in the middle of the room so they wouldn’t touch. The game would be over if they got too close, unable to separate with the torch that burned bright between them, melding their hearts and souls together.
Jaskier bit his lip, locking the door before turning to face Geralt once more, his back pressed against the hard wood behind him. “You’re her doctor,” he mumbled weakly but the protests were dying with every breath.
This was a losing battle and they both knew it.
“You’ve got a baby coming.”
There was a beat of silence where they both just stared deep into each other's eyes, searching for answers to unasked questions. Jaskier couldn’t seem to calm his breathing and his heart was beating so fast that he thought it might fly out of his chest. His hands were shaking in the effort to keep them from reaching out to Geralt. He wasn’t sure what it was about the doctor but he needed Geralt more than he needed the oxygen in the room.
“It’s a bad idea…” Jaskier muttered one last time, before his lips pulled into a smirk and he winked at Geralt. “Let’s just keep kissing until we come to?”
Geralt growled and they met in the centre of the room, Jaskier half kneeling on the examination table, his hands splayed on Geralt’s chest as the doctor held his face with a tenderness that surprised him. Their lips ghosted together, a breath away from touching, but before they could kiss Geralt pressed their foreheads together.
“Let's face it, making mistakes like this, it’ll just make it worse.”
“And it’s already pretty bad,” Jaskier sighed, his fingers gripping Geralt’s white coat tightly. “Just hold me close whilst we think this through?”
“Don’t have much time,” Geralt muttered. “Where’s Pris?”
“Bathroom.”
“Hmm.”
It was torturous, being so close to Geralt but not having what he truly desired, which was, to be blunt about it, to get fucked on the damn table before Pris could come back and find them…
But they really didn’t have much time.
Did they?
Jaskier’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he reluctantly pulled it out, unlocking the screen with his other hand still holding onto Geralt lest he disappear from Jaskier’s life forever.
I can’t stay in the bathroom forever, be quick about it. - P x
A laugh bubbled up and escaped his lips. She knew. The fucking bastard, he was going to buy her the most lavish present he could after this. He fucking loved her, just not in the way his darling mother wished.
Geralt looked at him, eyebrows raised as he cocked his head, his hands still pressed against Jaskier’s back. So Jaskier just grinned and showed Geralt the text.
“Fuck,” Geralt groaned, and then the dam broke.
Their lips met in a desperate kiss, both of them tearing and pulling at their trousers in a rush to get closer. It was clumsy and messy and possibly the hottest fuck Jaskier had ever had in his life, and when they were sat together after, panting as they tried to catch their breaths, Jaskier grinned dopily at Geralt.
“Geralt?”
The doctor’s fingers froze on the button of his trousers and his golden eyes flashed up to meet Jaskier’s gaze, looking flushed and completely indecent despite his best efforts. “Hmm?”
“It was a pretty good bad idea, wasn’t it though?”
Geralt chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair. The electricity between them hadn’t died down in the slightest and Jaskier was feeling completely high off the thrill and adrenaline of the affair. Geralt hummed as Jaskier pulled him into one last kiss before Priscilla knocked on the door.
A pretty good bad idea indeed.
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