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hotvintagepoll · 18 days
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Deborah Kerr (Bonjour Tristesse, An Affair to Remember, The King and I)— For several decades she held the record for most Oscar nominations without a win (6 in total), and she was a prolific leading lady throughout the 40s and 50s. She's best known today for the romance An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant, and as the governess in The King and I. Many people have this erroneous perception of her as extremely prim, proper, and virginal, but this could not be further from the truth. When she first came to Hollywood under MGM she was typecast into boring decorative roles, but broke sexual boundaries for herself and Hollywood generally in From Here to Eternity, when she made out (horizontally!) with Burt Lancaster (on top of him!) in the famous Beach Scene. She went on to play many sexually conflicted women, a character type that would define most of her post- Eternity work. She continued to break Hays Code boundaries with Tea and Sympathy, which addresses homosexuality/homophobia head-on, and even did a topless scene in The Gypsy Moths 1969!! One of the only classic stars to do so. She deserves a more nuanced and frankly a hotter legacy than she currently has!!!
Ethel Merman (Anything Goes, Call Me Madam)— Possessed of a bold, brash voice, and an even bolder and brasher presence, Ethel Merman might be more well known for her stage roles, but she made several movies, and was bold and brash in them as well. Also I think if I don't submit her, she's going to come back and haunt me.
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Ethel Merman:
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You've gotta love any woman who got typecast as lead-MILF
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Deborah Kerr:
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I think she was one of my first crushes before I realised I was bi in The King and I when I watched it as a kid honestly. The kissing scene in From Here to Eternity is iconic for a reason. Actually tried to learn the accents for the characters she was playing if they weren't English which is more than pretty much anyone else was doing then. Played very restrained characters who frequently seemed to be desperate not to be so restrained. Did horror movies without venturing into hagsploitation tropes. Gave Marni Nixon the credit she deserved for her share of the singing in The King and I.
Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.
Nominated for an Oscar six (6) times and never won, but besides her having actual talent (hot), and besides her looking Like That (very hot, also beautiful), she was always playing women who are, like, crazy repressed. Which makes it fun and easy for me to read these characters as queer. Icon!!!! You know what's hot? Playing ambiguously gay in vintage Hollywood.
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Her face and talent and body, yes, ofc, duh. But also!!! Her HANDS!!!! I may be but a simple lesbian, but she is the best hactor (hand actor) that ever lived and that's HOT! For propriety's sake I feel I must redact a large portion of my commentary on this subject. Anyway. She's hot in her most famous roles (mentioned above), and also some of her sexiest hacting is on display in An Affair to Remember (her hand on the bannister when Cary Grant kisses her off-screen??? HELLO???), Tea and Sympathy (when she's trying to persuade Tom not to go out and she keeps flexing her hands like she wants to reach out to him but can't??? ALLY BEHAVIOR! WE STAN!), and The Innocents (which opens and closes with extended shots of her hands bc director Jack Clayton was also an ally and he did that for ME). Much of her appeal also lies in the fact that she often played deeply repressed characters and you know what's hot? When those uptight characters finally unravel. It's sexy. It's cathartic. It's erotic. Plus, she's beautiful to look at in both black & white and technicolor, and the more of her films you see, the more you can't help but fall in love!
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Literally is in thee most famously sexy scene of all time (or maybe just during the hays code era which is what we're talking about HELLO), which is the beach scene with Burt Lancaster in from here to eternity. To quote a tumblr post of a screen capture of a tweet of a video of joy behar on the view: "y'know, there used to be movies where they were kissing on the beach... From Here to Eternity. They're kissing-- Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr are Kissing on the Beach and then the WAVES crash!! You know exactly what they did!"
She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS
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spacecowboyhotch · 8 months
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NOISE with any member of the system, and make it dirtyyyyy 😏😏😏
White Noise
summary: when Steven hears a sound in the night, he thinks he’s coming to your rescue.
pairing: afab!reader x steven grant (mentions of marc and jake)
contents: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, reader listening to spicy audios, masturbation, embarrassment, kissing, fluff, get together
wc: 1k
an: here you are my loveee, i hope you enjoy this. it turned a little softer than I’d anticipated but i see potential for something a little spicier in the future 😏😏. also yes reader is listening to a quinn audio, @/quinn SPONSOR ME. (banner below is @cafekitsune)
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Steven is a light sleeper. Marc could sleep through a nuclear war, and Jake…well he hardly ever sleeps. But, Steven stirs at the softest of sounds.
It’s not often these days that the system switches without permission, especially not in the middle of slumber, but while Marc has fallen asleep earlier in the night it’s Steven who wakes to this noise in the middle of the night.
Despite its obvious disruption the noise is soft, a simple hum that comes from the shared drywall between your room and his. The next sound is a little louder— it comes from your mouth, he’s sure. A muffled cry, one that has his heart racing and his worry up.
He jumps out of bed with grace— a grace he’s still growing accustomed to. That and the other to men in his head, the old pigeon that rules parts of their lives. He slips into the hallway, starting the short walk to your room. As he gets closer the sounds get clear, louder.
Are you crying? Did you hurt yourself? Or watch another sad romance film that brought you to tears?
Yes, as he gets closer the sounds do get clearer— especially to Marc. His mind always goes straight to the gutter with you even though he tries his best to be respectful. But he’s imagined what you would sound like during sex time and time again and right now, you sound pretty close to the edge. Where he wants to lead you over and over.
Wait Steven, Marc calls out in the headspace but it’s too late.
He’s opened the door, and his eyes find you immediately. He opens his mouth to say something but it dies in his throat at the sight of you splayed out in bed.
The moonlight must be made for you, the way it feels like a spotlight, lighting up your skin. His eyes slowly travel down your body, drinking in every detail about you.
There’s a white set of overhead earphones on your head, your eyes squeeze shut as you moan softly. It must be the reason why he could hear you, the reason you haven’t moved yet to yell at him. You’re in an oversized t-shirt that’s seen much love— it would go down your knees if it wasn’t currently scrunched up at your belly. Like this he has a view that has only ever lived in his dreams, in their dreams, Marc and Jake’s too. They can all deny it to each other all they want, but at the end of the day they share a brain. And though they’d all discovered it differently, they all share a deep desire for you.
God, he shouldn’t be doing this. He should close his eyes right now and walk back into his room. Apologize to you and forget this ever happened. He’s about to do just that when you whimper his name. His eyes fly to your own once more, he’s sure he’s caught now but your eyes are still closed.
Are you…thinking of him? Getting yourself off and thinking of him? The idea has his knees weak.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Steven,” You whine, back arching as you reach the peak of pleasure. He can see the your slick on the head of the vibrator, and reflexively licks his lips.
There’s no mistaking it now. You’re thinking of him, cumming and thinking of him. He shifts on his feet, all too aware of how hard he is right now. It seems Marc and Jake are nowhere to be found, they must be in just as much shock as he is.
You shriek, sitting up and covering yourself, the moment causing your headphones to fall off your head. “What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Steven’s cheeks burn, turning a bright red as he stumbles over his words, “I—I’m sorry, I— you— I thought you were crying and I— I should go.”
“You thought I was crying?”
“Well, yeah, I sort of…heard you whimper and I thought you might need some…comforting. But that is obviously not the case, you’ve just taken quite good care of yourself,” He says, wincing as he regrets the words immediately.
“That’s um, that’s sweet of you. Did you— you heard I imagine.”
“Heard? Oh, um, not if you didn’t want me to. I’ll change my name. Actually, I don’t even have a name anymore. Taken care of,” He jokes, fiddling with his fingers.
“I’ve made things so awkward, I’m sorry. I know it’s not like that for you. For any of you.”
“You think…you think we don’t feel the same?” He asks incredulously.
You stare back at him, completely confused. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Your mouth opens to ask but nothing comes out, your throat dry.
“You drive us mad, love,” He says once he realizes that you won’t speak.
Jake and Marc immediately start to protest, but what’s done is done. There’s some twinkle in your eye, a glimmer of hope that what Steven says is true. And while this is scary for all of them, when met with the thought of rejecting you, neither of them could stomach it.
“Really?”
“Really. Can I?” He points to the edge of the bed.
“Oh, uh, sure,” You awkwardly move your vibrator and phone to the nightstand to clear some room for him.
He comes to sit, not too far but near enough to reach your hand, squeezing it, “I know we’ve skipped quite a bit on the standards of dating. The whole living together, and well now this. And I know there’s…three of us but would you—“
“Yes,” You say easily, not letting him finish.
He chuckles, “I haven’t even asked completely, love.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’d do anything with you.”
Your words warm him from the inside out, breeding confidence. He cups your cheek, leaning forward to press his mouth to yours in a sweet, tentative kiss. You melt against him, hand raising to rest over his own. He smells good, like pine and citrus and the feeling of his lips against yours makes you feel like you’re floating.
“I’m sorry that I walked in on you like this,” He mumbles into your mouth through a smile.
You lean back, a wide grin on your face as you shake your head a little, “I’m not.”
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nescence · 3 months
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Patience
Nanami kento x Fem!Reader
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Nanami has always been that intimidating coworker, always staring you down and getting the job done. Even if you’re both married…he knows when to keep things professional. Until you start pressing.
Warnings:workplace sex, oral (f receiving), praise, spanking.
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“[name] I’m working another time” Nanami speaks, voice tired and yet he remains adamant about work. You could only roll your eyes, refusing to get off his lap. He wouldn’t push you off. He certainly wouldn’t. But he’d simply place his hand on your hips, looking over your shoulder as he types away. Your eyes would be droopy, slowly closing as you hugged him, and he never lets you go. Letting you fall asleep in his arms as he works this isn’t the first time this had happened: You urging him to bed, sitting on his lap in an attempt to get his mind off work, wrapping your arms around his neck resting your head on him and caressing him. It’s like a daily routine for him, something he silently enjoys. You never knew it but it relaxes him.
Work is one of the main issues with Nanami. He hates it yet he’s overworking himself everyday. Unlike you, he’s a workaholic. He’s willing to stay behind; do work that’s expected to be in a month later, or fill in for others when they’re too lazy. But you. You’re someone he’d always look up to - that’s how he came to love you. The pure contrast in your attitudes, the way you knew your boundaries, having no care whether you’d lose your job due to your rejection for offer of “can you fill in for me”. Your attitude is shocking, at first he hated it, but soon he grew to love it. Ever since he’s been with you he’s been working less that he will normally.
If not for your attitude, your personality. You wouldn’t have been kicked out of your other job to be working here. With him.
He’d always think about how grateful he is, as if it’s fate. But recently that thought has only been pushed to the back of his mind by your recent behaviour. And by each day it’s only irritating him.
Your shameless flirting, suggestive comments and whatever you call jokes in front of your coworkers couldn’t piss him off more. Those words that role off your tongue with no hesitation or filter. As if you don’t think before you speak. His dismissive behaviour clearly fuels it more. Since all he could see when he’d shut you down or dismiss you was a cunning smirk on your face, that light in your eyes that show how you’re enjoying the anger you’re gaining off him. Your flirty and lustful glances, sultry expressions and wandering eyes he’d spot from across the room. The pure unprofessionalism oozes out of you had him agitated to a different level, teasing him with behaviours he’s always hated. That office romance he never liked, he hated the idea of couples in a workplace. Hence why he’s always strict with you at work. But now? Now all he could do is avoid you. Avoid you as a way to ignore your antics and behaviour, but not with what he saw recently. Not with how he watched you come into work wearing that one skirt, that one skirt he always adored on you. That skirt that was tight on your curves and revealed the bends of your ass, the skirt that’ll reveal a small amount of skin If you bent over even by an inch. You’d catch him staring— No, glaring at you. Eyes boring into your soul and filled with such anger, irritation and repressed lust. You love it. Watching him question you, nearly call you by your first name anytime you got on his nerves. Noticing how he’d act when you didn’t act like usual - sitting on his lap as he works -.
Everything was pissing him off.
You defying: the rules, your work relationship, the dress code and him…
Seeing you bend over, those red lace panties peaking from your skirt, it simply riled him up even more.
“What’d you need? You ask him, a straight face as you did. He glances at you before looking back at the screen of his computer.
“I need you to grab some extra paper for me. Printer ran out…please” he says, poker face as he types god knows what onto the computer. You hum, watching as his eyes pierced the screen, his whole focus and attention on his work. Something you loved and hated, the fact that he’d give his work more attention than you.
Yes. It’s selfish, it’s childish. But fucking hell, whenever you’re in the mood, whenever you simply want to be cuddled, or spoken to. He’s always working. You’re the type of woman that’s wants attention, from her man. Nanami knows that, he should expect that. And yet…
“You sure that’s all you need” you say, the hint in your voice as you spoke. But that doesn’t faze him. You frown. Leaning again the table and resting a leg up. Your skirt was already short, now sitting him a position like this. Facing him. He had a view, a clear one at that. But he had to resist. No matter how much you pressed him.
“Mhm” he dismisses, eyes glued onto his computer. You curse in your head forgetting how much self control your husband had. And how irritating that was.
“Fine then I’ll be right back” you roll your eyes, getting off the table and turning a heel. Nanami watching you strut away, gaze wandering to your ass, watching how it moves as you walk. He quickly corrects himself, forcing his eyes back to the work he has due. But within seconds he finds it hard to focus, the image of you walking away still present in his mind.
Whilst you searched the storage for paper, you hear the door open. Assuming it was just another worker you continued, ignoring the presence of the stranger as you searched. "[name]" you frown at the voice, what's he doing here?. turning, you're confronted with Nanami. His build towers over you, the lighting of the room making him seem intimidating. catching you off guard, he goes in for a kiss. strong arms snaking onto your waist and pushing you against the shelves. one hand goes to the back of your neck. your eyes, shocked, become hooded. Closing slowly as you melted into the kiss. You could feel the intensity radiating off your husband and into the kiss, being in Nanami's arms as he kissed you in this way always had your heart beating. such affection and love poured into a singular kiss was enough to make your brain melt.
"Nanami..." you let out in a low murmur, his name coming off your tongue delicately. But he refuses to let you continue, caressing your face, keeping eye contact. When you stare back into his eyes, you could see so many words. things that weren't even enough to describe how much he cherished and missed your embrace. And how he didn't cherish it enough.
"it's my fault" he utters, placing a kiss onto your cheek. you couldn't question him before he trails off "its my fault you're acting this way" you jump at the kiss placed onto you neck. "I've miss you..." he places another vulnerable kiss onto you're exposed skin "so much, my love". his kisses trail lower and lower, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal more of your cleavage. He kisses "i'm sorry" he mumbles against your skin, going lower. "From the very first day" he kisses, "i said i’d shower you with affection" he kisses you again, his fingers that follow along with them send shivers down your spine. you felt as though he had hands all over your body. you simply listen to his words, butterflies filling your stomach with each syllable that leaves his mouth. "Treat you as a Queen, a jewel" he looks up at you, now on his knees with his hands gently holding your thigh. he kisses you, this time with eyes boring into yours. "Let me make it right" he maneuvers your leg over his shoulder. Your breaths now slow, watching him lift your skirt to see your cunt, clothed. but you're sure he could tell how wet you were from the patch that was probably there.
"Nanami, t-the door" your voice barely came out, as if holding it in to not make to much noise. But he ignores your words, pressing your clit through the laced material.
“It’s locked” the calm tone in his voice was enough to have a peace of mind, but the thumb pressed against your clit had you already feeling needy. “So relax and let and let me spoil you”.
You close your eyes feeling him move your panties to the side, his thumb glides through your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them all over your pussy. You shut your eyes, ready for whatever he plans to do, stomach churning out of excitement and nervousness. This is what you wanted. But here? At work?. What if someone walks in, or knocks. You dread opening your eyes to see a shadow at the door. A colleague who hears everything, or figures out what’s going on. The embarrassment that would come with that—-
You gasp, hand going to grip his hair. His tongue was now flicking your clit, savouring your taste and working your bud to sensitivity. All your thoughts coming to a halt, your mind melting, not because of a kiss but because of Nanami eating you effortlessly. His tongue switches from your clit to being deep in your cunt licking and tasting your walls before coming out to return to its advance on your clit. Your breathing get heavier, your attempt to mask your moans and keep them at a low volume being one of the reasons. The tension in you being the other. Nanami’s attention now remains on your inside, licking, sucking and spreading his saliva onto your walls. You forgot how long his tongue was, how it could reach places you didn’t think one could reach. His nose presses against your clit, giving it the perfect amount of friction and pressure. Accidentally, a louder moan leaves your lips. “Na—mi I’m close, f..fuck” your hips grind against his face as if out of your control. With your warning your husband now abuses your clit with his finger, tongue still deep inside you. Writhing second you came, juicing his face with your sweetness as he would say.
You huff, catching your breath and recovering from your climax. Nanami gets up from his knees and as he did you offer to return the favour.
“Babe let me—” he stops your hand reaching for his belt, turning you around and bending you over. “If you want to return the favour then let me feel you” you hear shuffling and a light cling from his belt. You wait patiently for him, your hole aching for feel of his dick. Something you haven’t felt in a while. You feel a kiss on your collarbone “I want you to come for me love, forget everything and cum on my dick” he whispers, deep voice making your face burn and stomach churn. You feel him: bare and hard against your ass. Then warm and throbbing inside you, your body rocks back and forth with his hands firm on your waist, his pace steady and slow at first but soon his desires kick in. His longing and resistance coming undone right there as he fucks into you, passion driving his thrusts. His eyes fixate on the way your ass ripples with every hit he made onto your skin. His hair wasn’t the neat look he had this morning, it was a mess. Strands hanging above his eyes. Your eyes were squeezed shut, hand clasped over your mouth in attempt to reserve your moans. Your whole body was burning with pleasure, built up lust from the last weeks. Your grip on the shelves tighten, Nanami growing irritated by the muffles coming from you. He wants to hear you whole.
You let out a high pitched scream at the sudden sharp pain against your ass. “I want to hear you” he says softly but it was clearly a demand, a demand you couldn’t listen to. You shake your head only to receive another slap to the ass.
“[name]” he warns, and you let your hand fall, your moans now clear and crisp for his ears to hear. His mouth goes agape, a hiss coming from him feeling your cunt squeeze around his pulsating cock. Slightly, he opens his eyes. Watching you take him beautifully, your skin move beautifully because of his momentum. Another smack lands in your ass, followed with a sexy moan from you.
“You’re so beautiful” he huffs, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of your pleasurable moaning, sex, and juices mixing. Your whole looks was now disheveled, sweat patches on your shirt, liquid on the floor. The mess you both made won’t be easy to cover up. But you’re too melted to care, to melted to even remember the fact that your husband was fucking you in a storage room. At work.
Your hands grow tired, noticing, he speeds up. Chasing both yours and his high. Sweet nothing pour out of his mouth. ‘My queen’, ‘Jewel’ and ‘Love’. Anything to show his love and affection for you. Your brain is turned into mush as you came, Nanami following along soon after. Both of you huff and puff, regaining composure. Although, your legs remained shaking and weak. Which Nanami didn’t hesitate to assist you to a table nearby. You both stare at each other a smile on your face now knowing that the tension between you both is over.
But now you’ll have to figure out how to explain the mess which both of you are right now to your coworkers.
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honeyhotteoks · 1 year
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this night together - chapter four (j.yh + s.mg)
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chapter four: a funny little feeling
chapter summary: your heat finally breaks, leaving you to relive every moment and every touch with a clear head. but you're sure you'll be able to just stay friends.
warnings: smut, all the a/b/o/omegaverse warnings, extreme horniness, masturbation, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, knotting, serious aftercare, emotional rollercoaster of hormones
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader
genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count: 7.9K
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They’re dead asleep when the pain passes over you again, and after all the hours they had put in helping you come again and again, fucking and filling you over and over, you can’t bring yourself to wake them. Neither of them are in a rut, and this has to be getting tiring for them, even though they can share you, with a heat this hard you’re demanding constant attention and stimulation. There’s no way you won’t be feeling this for at least a week when it finally breaks. 
Yunho is laid out flat on his back, head turned away from you and his lips parted softly as he exhales little puffs of air. His upper arm is pressed along yours, but otherwise he isn’t touching you at all. Mingi on the other hand is curled over you, situated higher up on the bed than you, one broad hand resting between your breasts and a knee hitched up over your hips. 
No longer in the hazy space of peak heat, you’re able to breathe and take in the feeling of them so close. You can hear your own heartbeat, feel the thready hiss of your breath, but still they sleep on. 
Your nipples harden into painful peaks, a light sheen of sweat across your body once again, and your cunt pulsates with need. What you should do is wake them, beg them to knot you again until you can sleep a little longer in plump satisfaction, but you bite down and hold your tongue. 
It takes a moment to maneuver Mingi’s leg off you, his weight extra heavy while he’s deep in sleep, but you manage to push him off. That leaves you naked in the center of the bed, lying between both of them. 
You slip your fingers down your body and between your folds, finding your core wetter than you’ve ever been, so slick you can barely catch any friction where you need it. A soft whine bubbles from your lips, but it’s still almost a whisper and they don’t make a move. 
Steeling yourself, you arch your hips to give your hand better access, and wipe away as much excess slick onto your inner thigh as possible, returning your fingers to your swollen, throbbing clit and finding now, finally, you can feel something. At this stage of your heat it’s always harder to orgasm from manual stimulation alone, your body knowing intrinsically that what it needs is a knot, but you have to try. 
You circle your fingers, pressing firmly down over your clit and chasing as much feeling as possible, cupping your breast and tweaking your sensitive nipples to drive some additional sensation through your body. They sleep on beside you, and you bite down on your lip as you rock your hips up to meet your fingers a little better, trying all the while to keep quiet. Your legs widen on their own as you try to get what you need, but your thighs connect with each of them since they're crowded so close to you in the bed and you stutter to a stop to see if you’ve woken them. 
Yunho makes a heavy sigh but doesn't move and that’s all the permission you need to sink two fingers inside yourself and pick up the pace of your hips. A shuddering breath pushes out of you when you start hitting the tender point of your pleasure just inside your tight channel and your legs widen further. You’re losing yourself now, no longer cognizant of anything but your own need. 
Mingi’s hand shifts and cups your breast, but when you jerk your head to the side to look at him, he’s still fast asleep. 
Just a little more. All you need is just a little more. 
You’re caught looking at Mingi’s plush, parted lips. His forehead smooth and mind unbothered in sleep, and you admire his features. Masculine and sharp, with a softness to his eyes even when they’re closed. Heat pulses through you, and Yunho’s hand shifts. 
He sleeps on, his hand coming to rest on the juncture of your thigh and hip, and you whine softly as you continue thrusting your fingers into yourself, canting your hips up to meet every downward jut. 
Their hands on you feel electric, their scent filling you and making the atmosphere of the room heady. You’re so close, it’s right there for you. You widen your legs more, your thighs pressing further against them, but you don’t even care. Yunho shifts slightly, the sheet over his bottom half stretching taut and your mind buzzes - the hard line of his cock is suddenly clear and you stammer out a moan. 
Yunho inhales sharply, his fingers tightening on your thigh, and Mingi makes a small, sleepy noise next to you. When Mingi draws his hand back and inadvertently drags his palm over your nipple the sensation is just enough to finally push you over the edge. You moan as it crashes into you, your body locking up in pleasure and twisting in the sheets, and your breath is coming in short sharp pants as you ride out your sudden release. 
Your body shifts suddenly, and your eyes flutter open. In the dim light of the room you register quickly that Mingi has pushed you onto your side to face Yunho, who’s awake and looking at you with a blown out, flushed expression. 
“Ah, Mingi,” You stammer as he hikes up your leg to open you up to him. 
He doesn’t respond with words, but he crowds you with his body and aligns himself with your wet core, thrusting up inside you with one smooth stroke. You curse, gripping down on the sheets at the sudden sensation, but he pulls you closer still like he needs to touch every inch of your skin. His teeth close over your shoulder, far enough from your gland to be safe but still making you start in his arms and try to twist to find his eyes. Hot hunger strikes back up through your body at the sensation, but you know you don’t want him quite like this.
“Mingi, baby,” You reach for him, threading a hand into his hair, “l-let go,” 
His teeth sink into you a little more, not enough to break the skin but certainly enough to hurt and his hands tighten.
Your eyes flick to Yunho’s and you watch his face clear suddenly from the primal haze he woke up in, and he meets your eyes. He wets his lips and eases down in the bed a little more, “Mingi, stop,” 
Mingi breathes out heavily, a hot stream of air across your damp skin. 
“Mingi,” You murmur softly, knowing that he needs a little help snapping out of the haze, “alpha, please let me go,” 
His jaw relaxes and he pulls his mouth away from your shoulder. He’s still holding you tightly, but you feel him coming back to the surface, realizing that this isn't a dream. 
Yunho cups your cheek softly, “You okay?” 
You nod, shifting to kiss his palm gently before reaching back behind you for Mingi, “I’m good, I promise,”
“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Mingi’s grip softens as he finally realizes what’s going on around him. 
“No,” You answer clearly, no space for ambiguity with something like this, “I just knew you were still kind of out of it,” 
“I bit you,” He registers 
“And I liked it,” You squeeze his hip where you reach around, “just not while you were that out of it,” 
“What happened?” He manages. 
You blush scarlet, “I woke you up by accident,” 
Yunho smiles, a little amused at your choice of words. He had rocketed into consciousness and watched you finish the minute you moaned, fighting the urge to sink his own fingers inside you as you came apart in ecstatic pleasure right before his eyes. 
Mingi pushes up onto his elbow to see you better, his expression confused. 
“You were both asleep,” You explain softly, adverting your eyes from his, “and I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed to take the edge off,” 
He smirks when he realizes your euphemism, “Oh,” 
“It didn’t work out like I planned,” You duck your face into the mattress and sigh. 
“You missed out,” Yunho smiles at you, dragging the back of his knuckle down your chest and back up again, “she looked gorgeous,” 
If you could blush more, you do. 
“Mm,” Mingi nuzzles you, “why wouldn’t you just wake us? That’s what we’re here for,” 
“You’ve got to be exhausted by now,” You explain softly, “I thought I’d give you a break,” 
Mingi hums quietly, dropping his lips to your shoulder to kiss you tenderly, and then his hands tighten again and he snaps his hips, dragging his cock out of you and plunging it back in, “Do I feel exhausted to you?” 
You moan tightly, reaching out and gripping onto Yunho’s arm as you recover from the sudden sensation, “God, fuck,” 
“God, fuck?” He teases you, “Yeah?” 
“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, grinding your hips back a little to feel him deeper. 
He groans and gathers you close in his arms, “You’re so cute,” 
You want to make fun, but something inside you sings at his praise and you smile softly, “Yeah?” 
“Aw,” Yunho smiles, “you’re blushing,” 
“Mm,” Mingi kisses your head, “do you not hear that enough? Should I tell you more?” 
“Mingi,” You make an attempt at protesting but your body flutters around him and you’re acutely aware of the sweat trickling down your brow and the feeling of his heart pounding against your back. 
“Cutie,” Mingi nips at your ear, tugging softly on the lobe, “did you take the edge off or do you need me?” 
Orgasm aside, your body is starting to fall back into the needy, desperate tendencies of heat and all you can manage is a gentle whimper. 
“Oh, pretty girl,” Mingi sighs, dropping his hand over your belly and nuzzling your head, “you need my knot, precious?” 
“P-please,” You choke, and even though a few minutes ago you might have been sated enough for sleep, the idea of it is enough to rocket you right back into desperate wanting. 
“Can I help?” Yunho murmurs softly. 
“Anything,” You nod, a little breathless and frantic. 
Mingi groans as you press your hips back into his and reach for Yunho, connecting your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Mingi snaps his hips again and you gasp against Yunho’s mouth. 
“Harder,” You reach back for his hip, nails scraping along his soft skin to try and get him to respond the way you need. 
He says nothing, but his hands shift to hold you steady, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder and then he starts to thrust. He listened perfectly - not faster, but harder, deeper. Every sharp click of his hips up snaps your hips against each other and drives his aching cock so deep you can’t think straight. 
You want to come so badly, you want to spasm around him so hard you make him come inside and you want to take every bit of it. Your brain is still a little blurry and you let your eyes close as you focus on the sensations. Mingi stretching you wide, his tight grip, Yunho’s hands caressing you gently in a dizzying contrast to the way you’re being fucked open. 
You whine at a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock connecting with your cervix and lighting a bubble of pain up inside you, but it’s no worse than your intense hot cramping. 
“God,” Mingi pants, his hips canting up a little faster, “you’re so fucking hot,” 
Yunho smiles, and then presses forward to catch your mouth again. His fingers trace down from your chest to your belly and back up, one hand cupping your breast and a thumb flicking across your nipple. 
You moan hard, breaking away from his mouth and dropping your face into the pillows, “Again,” 
He flicks again, and you bury your face deeper into the pillows as you moan. 
“No, no,” Mingi’s hand on your shoulder shifts up into your hair, pulling your head back slowly, “don’t hide,” 
Your muscles lock up around his cock and he hisses. 
“You like that?” He pulls your hair a little harder, yanking you against his shoulder so he can hold you still. 
You whine out an affirmative response, one hand reaching for something and finding Yunho’s chest. 
“I want to hear you come, beautiful,” Mingi’s breath is hot on your ear, and he adjusts his body slightly so he can drive his cock into you again and again at a punishing pace. 
“More,” You manage. 
“Y-Yunho,” Mingi groans, “play with her some more,” 
Yunho makes a hungry noise and then you feel his mouth close over your nipple. 
“Oh, god,” your body arches hard into them. 
You’re sandwiched tight between them, and then Yunho sucks hard and the sensations flowing through you double. 
“Do that again,” Mingi pants. 
Yunho obliges, sucking hard again and then flicking his tongue firmly over your pebbled nipple, his fingers coming up to tease the other. 
“I’m gonna fucking come,” You stammer, “I’m- I’m,”
“Taking your alpha’s cock so well,” Yunho bites at your breast, “our good, good, girl,” 
“The fucking best,” Mingi chokes. 
Good, the best. Theirs. Your brain bubbles over with the praise and you cup Yunho’s head in your palm, pressing him closer to your body and forcing more of his mouth over you. Your legs start to shake, and Mingi’s hand on your hip slips down and his fingers start to circle your clit. Frantic and fast. 
“F-fuck,” You hold onto them for dear life, “I’m coming, I’m, ah, fuck,” 
“Shit,” Mingi thrusts up hard and you feel his swollen knot, “oh shit,” 
“Inside,” You beg, “alpha, please,” 
He all but growls, and it burns, but he pushes in. Your fluttering channel expands just enough to accept him inside and then you feel him swell properly to lock in place, spilling seed so deeply that for a hazy moment inside your orgasm you daydream that not even your implant could prevent that from taking root. 
You can barely feel your body, all of you shuddering and panting after the intensity, but slowly you feel Yunho kiss along your breasts and up your chest, and Mingi’s hands soften to smooth over your skin in a comforting pattern. 
“She asleep?” Yunho mumbles as he kisses more of your chest. 
“Maybe,” Mingi responds and then he squeezes your hip, “baby, you with us?” 
“Mm,” You manage. 
Mingi chuckles, “Does my knot feel good, tiny?” 
You sigh pleasantly. 
“I think that’s a yes,” You feel Yunho’s smile on your skin, “she’s practically glowing,” 
“Beautiful,” Mingi murmurs. 
Yunho’s gone suddenly though, and your eyes flutter open, “W-where?” 
“Getting you water,” He soothes, still on the bed just a little bit further from you than he was, “I need you to drink some of this and then we can cuddle all you want,” 
You take the glass, eagerly drinking as much of the water as you can at this odd, twisted angle and Mingi chuckles again behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 
“That’s good,” Yunho smiles when you pass the glass back. 
“Come back,” You reach out again, needing to feel him. 
He drops the glass on the side table and eases himself back over until you’re pressed front to back between them both. Every inch of your skin that can touch one of them does, and you finally feel at peace. Yunho wraps an arm around you both and kisses your hair, “Better?” 
“Don’t leave,” You mumble, sleep clinging to you once again. 
“We’ve got nowhere to be, jagiya,” Yunho soothes, kissing your lips softly. 
“Hmm,” You sigh, your tense muscles releasing one by one, the warm feeling of Mingi’s hard cock inside you washing over you like a salve. 
“Perfect,” Mingi murmurs, and then sleep takes you under. 
It continues like this for what feels like hours. You wake in needy desperation and one of them is suddenly inside you. You lose count, if you ever had count to begin with. They knot you over and over again, make you come over and over again. On their fingers, their tongues, dragging your slick aching cunt across their thighs if that’s what you need. You lose track of time, and if they’re being honest so do they. 
Nothing exists now but this bed and their bodies. 
Nothing until it all breaks. 
Coming out of heat is always stark and sudden. Where pre-heat lasts hours, sometimes days and you can feel your body changing and adjusting to accommodate the surge of hormones, when it ends it just ends. It feels final and stark, like you’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water, and all the aches and pains in your body that the endorphin surges drowned out come back tenfold. 
You know it the minute you open your eyes, no hazy feeling in your limbs or pulsing between your thighs. This time it’s all over, and with strange clarity you realize just how fucked you are. 
“Fuck,” You breathe softly, remembering every detail from the past few days and how stripped down and bare you were in front of two men that not only are you not involved with, you work with. 
A small groan to your side brings you out of your thoughts as Yunho wakes and registers your soft curse, “Shh, shh,” he hums, “I’m right here,” 
“Oh,” You open your mouth to tell him it’s over, but his hand is already pushing between your thighs. 
He pushes himself up onto his side, his hair messy and eyes bleary, “There we go,” he murmurs, hoarse and low as his fingers find your clit. 
The overstimulation is immediate and you hiss, pulling back with your hips, “Ah, ah, no,” 
His fingers raise, “Does that hurt?” 
“Yeah,” You manage, “Yunho, I’m,” 
“That’s okay,” He swiftly cuts off your words, still sunken into his soothing alpha tone, “I won’t hurt you, jagi,” 
“I know,” You manage, looking for the right words to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything more, but he smoothly finds your entrance with his fingers, still wet with leftover slick and cum, and pushes two inside you. He’s slow and deliberate, watching your face for any discomfort, and even though it burns a little it’s also a dizzying pressure that leaves you moaning softly in his arms. 
He drops his lips to your shoulder as he rhythmically pumps his hand and he sighs hot against your skin, “There’s my girl,” 
His girl. Your heat addled brain had been desperate and aching for it, ready to make them both your alphas for life in the thick of your delirium, but this… this would just be sex. It feels suddenly dishonest, uncomfortable and wrong. They had offered to help with your heat, but that part of whatever your relationship with them is, is now over. 
“Yunho,” You stutter out, and he hums, mistaking your sounds for pleasured whimpers. You blink hard and steel yourself, “Yunho, stop, please,” 
His fingers push forwards and then stop immediately and he adjusts quickly, pulling them out and turning to look up at you in the bed, “What’s wrong?”  
“Can I have that sheet?” You nod towards your legs where the sheet tangles up around your legs and he fishes it up immediately. Once it’s tucked around you, you feel a little better about meeting his eyes, “I’m sorry,” 
“Why?” He shuffles closer, wrapping an arm around you and you hear Mingi starting to stir to your other side, “Did I hurt you?” 
“No,” You assure him, “but it’s done,” 
“Done?” His eyebrows knit together and you remember he’s never done this before. 
“My heat broke over night,” You explain softly, “you don’t need to do anything else,” 
“Oh,” He blinks, “just like that?” 
“Mhm,” The intimacy of his arms around you feels so, so right, but you also know it’s part of this manufactured moment. You wouldn’t be here in bed with them both if it weren’t for a biological imperative that you can’t control by yourself, and a rational voice in the back of your brain is telling you to cut and run before this gets messier. 
“Are you okay?” He whispers. 
“I’m fine,” You nod, “a little sore.” 
“Can I get you anything?” He brushes your hair back from your cheek like a lover. 
“I think I just need,” Your voice cuts off as Mingi rolls towards you both, snuggling up to your opposite side and exhaling heavily against your hair. 
“What’s going on?” Mingi mumbles, sleep still clinging to him. 
“My heat’s over,” You rip the words off like a bandaid. 
“Shit,” He blinks, pushing himself up onto one arm, “I should have known, you smell different,” 
“Do I?” You glance between them. 
Yunho takes a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed and then he nods, “Milder,” he agrees, “chamomile and willow now, the honey is less pronounced,” 
“Give me a minute,” Mingi shakes his head, as if he’s willing sleep to stop clinging onto him, “I’ll get up and get you what you need,” 
“I’m fine,” You reiterate, and that’s mostly true, except for the thumping anxiety in your chest and the fact you’re desperate to not be naked in bed anymore. 
Mingi rolls his eyes, “You’re stubborn, I know you’re probably aching like hell,” 
“I really just need a shower,” You shake your head, “and then I can get out of your way,” 
“That’s not a great idea,” Mingi shakes his head, “you shouldn’t try and rush the comedown,” 
“Take it easy,” Yunho agrees, “there’s no work today anyways. Just relax, and I can drive you home this afternoon if that’s what you want,” 
What you want is to run. Your chest feels tight, and you’re so aware of their hands on you. Your brain gets stuck like a record skipping again and again, Yunho saying clearly that he can take you home. 
“If you need a couple more days,” Mingi jumps in and offers, “you should take them, I know this was a hard one,” 
“Really,” You need to move, so you start to sit up, “I’m okay,” 
You shimmy forwards and wrap the sheet around yourself as you slide out of Mingi’s bed. It’s not graceful and you’ve probably just flashed more skin than you want to, despite all the parts of you they’ve seen and touched the past few days, but you make it up to your feet. Pretty much immediately you feel like you might faint. 
“Whoa,” Mingi rolls out of bed fast, hands out and ready, “you okay?” 
“I’m good,” You brush him off, taking a step backwards, “just a little headrush.” 
Yunho looks nervous, watching you intently as he locates a pair of his sweats and pulls them on, “I think you should slow down, you’ve been here for days, what’s a few more hours?” 
You ignore him, “Do you mind if I use the shower?” 
Mingi’s lips press together hard in a line and you can tell he’s confused and not exactly happy with you, but he nods anyway. 
“Great,” You gather the end of the sheet so you can walk and then push yourself into the bathroom. Blissfully, they don’t follow you. 
Moving quickly you get the hot water going and lay out some towels, and while you wait for the temperature to adjust you collapse against the counter and take a deep inhale. Their apartment feels suddenly claustrophobic. You had really liked them, a tiny piece of you even day dreamed about dating Yunho when you first started. You shake those thoughts away and pull yourself into the warm spray, leaning hard against the tile wall. A flickering memory, Yunho holding you against his chest, Mingi cupping your cheek as they carried you out of the shower and back into bed. They took such good care of you, you can hardly believe they’re real. 
You shower until the water starts to run tepid, until you’re out of time again and need to go look them in the eyes. While you washed your skin again and again you thought about it all. Your stomach flips with nervousness, the idea of seeing them with your head clear alone making your palms clammy. 
The bedroom is empty when you get back, sheets stripped off the bed and piled high in the corner, the widow behind it pushed up and open. Your stomach twists painfully at the sight. They’re already airing out the nest and it makes you feel suddenly empty. You need to get home, wrap yourself in a tight cocoon of blankets and try not to think about what work tomorrow is going to look like. 
You dress quickly, pulling on your last pair of clean underwear and leggings, avoiding the sudden urge to wear Mingi’s hoodie again, and instead slip back into your sweater. You braid your wet hair back, pack up your things, and quietly order yourself an Uber. In ten minutes, you’ll be gone. 
You’ll have to see them one more time before you go, your stomach fluttering with sudden anxiety, but you brace yourself and head down the hall. 
“Um,” You clear your throat softly as you step into the living room, “hey,” 
“Hey,” Yunho smiles wide, “feeling okay?” 
“I’m good,” You assure him, watching as they both get to their feet, “but I really should get going,” you say it, but your stomach twists at the idea.
“Already?” Mingi says. 
“I can’t steal more of your time,” You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, “I really can’t thank you both enough for helping me out of the office the other night… and, you know, everything else,” your cheeks heat with blush. 
“You don’t have to thank us,” Mingi steps towards you, as if to reach for you, but he stops himself. 
“Right,” You glance down at your phone, your car now six minutes away. 
“Let me drive you home,” Yunho reaches for his keys on the island. 
“No, no,” You wave him off, “I already have a ride,” 
“Oh,” He lets his hand fall away from his keys. 
A beat of silence stretches between you all and you swallow, “I’m sorry, this is awkward isn’t it?”
“It shouldn’t be,” Mingi says with ease, “we just spent four days naked and locked in a room together,” 
His blunt honesty makes you laugh and you clap a hand over your mouth, “Oh god, we did, didn’t we?” 
“Yeah,” Mingi smiles, “I don’t think we need to be shy now,” 
Your shoulders relax, the air clearing, “Everything just felt like a lot, but you’re right,” 
Mingi shakes his head, reaching for you without asking and pulling you into his chest, “Just because you’re not in heat anymore doesn’t mean we’re strangers now,” 
“I know,” You let his familiar warmth relax your body further. 
“So, let me ask again,” His hand smooths up and down your back, “how are you feeling?” 
The word ‘fine’ sits on your tongue but you bite it back and choose honesty instead, “Overwhelmed,” 
“I thought so,” He hums, “cancel your car,” 
“What?” You pull back slightly in his arms. 
“You can’t just run away the second we’re not having sex,” He calls you out so easily it flusters you and you duck your head into his chest, “we need to talk, and you need to sit down and rest. And I know you’re hurting, so just take a breath,” 
You nod into him and then lift up your phone, “Okay,” 
You feel it lift out of your hands and you don’t hesitate, you wrap your arms around his back and grip him tight, soaking up his warmth and the steadiness of his breath. 
“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs, his voice low and soft, “can you make some tea?” 
“Got it,” Yunho says softly. 
You don’t know why you suddenly feel like crying, but you do. The body remembers trauma, but it remembers tenderness too. His arms feel right, even without the needy cloying of your primal brain, his body so warm and so steady that it cracks your emotions wide open. 
At your first, sharp intake of breath, sounding wet and locked up with tears, Mingi moves. He scoops you up with ease, settling you both back down on the couch and tucking you into his broad chest, “Shh, shh,” he soothes, “I’m right here,” 
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” You hide your face in his shirt with a sob. 
“That’s okay,” He nods. 
“This is so embarrassing,” Your voice is strained and thick with tears. 
“Why?” He tuts, “You cry if you need to cry,” 
“Hey,” Yunho sounds worried immediately as he comes back into the room, “what’s going on, what’s wrong?” 
You sniffle and shake your head into Mingi’s shoulder, your head feeling floaty as you try to focus on getting your blurry emotions under control. 
“This is normal,” Mingi says to Yunho, his voice even and low, “just like how flattened out you feel after a rut. It’s a lot of hormones, a lot of emotions, that’s why I wanted her to stay. She shouldn’t be alone just yet, and it’s an alphas job to help ground their omega,” 
“I didn’t realize,” Yunho murmurs, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he sits down with you both. 
“Nobody explains,” Mingi shakes his head as he strokes your back, “all they teach you in Secondary Gender Presentations is knotting and pups, but there’s a lot more than that,” 
Hot emotion courses through you, and you sob again, “Mingi,” 
“Come here,” He pushes your arms a little, prompting you to wrap them around his neck and burrow closer, “You can feel me, right? I’m holding you, I’m right here,” 
“Mhm,” You exhale, shaky and broken. 
“I’m not going anywhere,” He soothes you, “okay, omega? I’m not leaving, Yunho and I are not leaving you.” 
You didn’t even know that’s what you needed, but his words soothe you instantly, the hammering panic of your heart settling slower and slower in your chest. 
Mingi clears his throat softly and readdresses Yunho, “She needs to know she’s not alone, especially after a heat that intense. It hits some people really hard, my ex used to be inconsolable after,” 
“Jesus,” Yunho murmurs, “I’m really fucking glad you’ve done this before,” 
Mingi’s chest jerks as he huffs out a laugh, “There’s a lot more to it, isn’t there?” 
Yunho makes a small noise of acknowledgement and slowly you start to feel your emotions level out. 
“M-Mingi?” You murmur wetly into his neck. 
“Yeah?” He squeezes you. 
“Thank you,” You sigh. 
“Mhm,” he soothes, “are you still feeling overwhelmed?” 
While your tears have subsided, bubbling anxiety still crawls under your skin and you nod against him. 
“Are you afraid?” He murmurs, picking up on your trembling hands. 
“I don’t know why,” You wish you could articulate it, reach deep down inside yourself and pull free this thread of niggling panic to get to the root of it, but you simply can’t. 
“That’s okay,” He assures you, “how about you let me take care of things, hmm?” 
“What things?” 
“Today,” He explains, “I know you’re stressed and I know you want to go home, but right now I think we should all stick together a little longer. Would that be okay with you?” 
“Yeah,” You breathe. 
“Good,” Mingi murmurs, “y/n, can Yunho hold you for a little while? I need a few minutes,” 
You unwind yourself from him and nod, sitting back so you can see his face. He smiles softly, wiping away your tears with his warm, broad hand. A little piece of you wants to kiss him, settle your fluttering heart once and for all, but it’s probably just the lingering pull from your heat so you push it aside. 
Yunho shifts on the couch and positions himself next to Mingi properly, “Hey,”
“Hey,” You smile, sliding off Mingi’s lap and into his, “are you doing okay?” 
“Me?” Yunho’s brow raises, “I’m fine,”
“I’ll be right back,” Mingi murmurs, brushing a hand along your hair, and you watch as he disappears into the kitchen. 
“Don’t be worried about me,” Yunho says, bringing your eyes back to him. 
“You’ve been quiet,” You tell him, “I just… I’m really trying not to fuck everything up just because I couldn’t afford my stupid suppressants,” 
His face screws up in confusion, “Fuck what up?” 
“Our… friendship,” You manage, “and the studio, and everything,” 
Nervous panic strikes through you again and you take a deep breath, closing your hands into tight fists and focusing on the pin pricks of pain in your palm as your nails dig in. 
“y/n,” Yunho shakes his head, “not a chance.” 
“You say that, but I know how these things go,” 
“Why?” He brushes you off with an easy smile, “You think just because I saw you naked I’m going to fall in love with you or something? It doesn’t really work like that,” 
Blush flushes your cheeks, “Please, don’t,” 
“Fall in love with you?” He clarifies, still smiling. 
“Yunho,” 
“Why can’t you fall in love with me in this scenario?” He nudges you, trying to make you laugh and break the tense knot that’s been here since you woke up, “I selflessly took off work to have copious amounts of hot, hot sex with you. I made you food, cuddled you all night, basically gave you a sponge bath,” 
Your hands relax. “You did not give me a sponge bath, Yunho,” You roll your eyes, “god, you’re annoying,” 
“Annoyingly lovable,” He clarifies. 
“Fine,” You nod, “annoyingly lovable, but I’m not going to fall in love with you.” 
“Then I guess we’re good then,” He assures you. 
“And work won’t be weird?” You check. 
“Work won’t be weird,” He shakes his head, “is that what you’re worried about?” 
“I guess,” You press a hand over your chest, the nervous flutter of your heart still there, “I just… I love this job. I’m finally getting what I want, and I’m making friends, and I have a mentor,” 
“Am I your mentor?” He interrupts, eyes widening a little. 
“Shut up,” You dismiss him, “you know how much help you’ve been to me,” 
“Mentor,” He smiles, looking a little elated. 
“Yunho,” You sigh and he clicks back in to your words, “what I’m trying to say is that… sex complicates a workplace, especially heat sex. I don’t want this to…. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m trying to say,” 
Yunho catches your fluttering hand in one of his and cups your cheek with his other, “Sex can just be sex.” 
“Can it?” You chew the inside of your lip, “For us, can it?” 
“If that’s what,” He starts to say. 
“Okay,” Mingi returns with an armful of goodies and a warm smile, “I’ve decided it’s a Netflix and nap day,” 
“Wait, hang on,” Yunho shakes his head, getting you to face him again, “listen to me. You’re afraid that spending your heat with us is going to change things, affect our relationship and make work different.” You nod a little and he smiles, “I can’t tell you everything will be exactly the same because honestly, we just are closer now. It was intimate, and I don’t know about you but I feel closer to you, but that doesn’t mean it changes our friendship or fucks up our ability to work together. It means whatever we want it to mean,” 
Mingi drops the blankets and pillows in his arms and steps closer, “Yunho’s right, y/n,” he murmurs, “we’re adults, this isn’t going to ruin anything if we don’t let it.” 
“Friends, then?” You glance between them, “Sex can just be sex, like you said?” 
Yunho swallows hard and then nods. 
“Friends,” Mingi says. 
The panic in your chest starts to recede. “So, we’re okay?” You ask finally. 
“We’re okay,” Yunho nods, “we’re perfectly okay.” 
“We’re okay,” Mingi agrees. 
You nod, exhaling a long breath, “So,” You nod towards the steaming cup on the coffee table, “is that tea for me?” 
“Yeah,” Yunho gives you a soft squeeze, “here,” he shifts you off his lap and passes you the warm mug. 
“You really don’t mind if I stay a little longer?” You check. 
Yunho shakes his head immediately, “I would like it if you did,” 
“Okay,” You sigh, the knot inside you finally gone. 
“Great,” Mingi goes back to his project, “just hang on one sec,” 
You watch as he reaches inside the front lip of the side of the couch you’re not sitting on for a handle and then he pulls, the couch opening up and producing two more large sections of cushion that turns that half into almost a bed. 
“You do a lot of napping?” You tease him. 
“Ha, ha,” He shakes his head as he tosses out some blankets and pillows, “we have guests sometimes,” 
“Ah,” You nod. 
He disappears for another moment and when he returns he’s well equipped once again. He waves you over, “Okay,” he says, “tuck in, get cozy. I’ve got some pain killers for you, water, and snacks. I figured we could just hang out, watch something dumb on TV and then if you feel better later or like you want to head home, we’ll take you then.” 
You want to kiss him again, and when Yunho smooths a hand down your back and smiles brightly at you, you want to kiss him too. Whatever that means is too complicated to think about for the moment, so you don’t. 
When it’s all said and done, you’re sandwiched between them on the pull out, tucked under Yunho’s arm and falling into absolute hysterical laughter at the reality show Mingi threw on. He called it a guilty pleasure with a shrug despite your teasing, and fifteen minutes into the first episode you and Yunho both are ashamed to say you’re hooked. 
You can feel sloshing waves of emotion inside you as you let yourself relax, but their proximity keeps you calm and collected. It’s sometime after lunch when you finally take the opportunity to ask Yunho again, Mingi thankfully asleep to your left side. 
You prod his leg gently under the covers, “Hey,” 
“Hmm?” He glances down at you. 
“How are you doing?” You ask softly, prodding him again. 
“I’m fine,” His brows knit together in confusion, “why wouldn’t I be fine?” 
Using his chest for leverage you shift off him, turning towards him eye to eye now so you can actually have a conversation with him. “You still seem kind of quiet,” You explain, “and you’ve both been so fixated on me and what I need, but I’m just checking in. It was your first time going through someone’s heat, so, I don’t know what that’s like for you,” 
Your mind flicks back to the moment you begged him to claim you, desperate and clinging to him, the way his eyes blew wide with wanting and he almost, almost succumbed. His whisper on your throat as he held himself to his promise - Not like this, sweetheart, never like this. 
He hesitates, and quietly under the blankets you move your hand into his. 
“Yunho,” You prompt him, “it’s okay to tell me,” 
“I mean,” He studies your face and then sighs, “I am fine, really, I am, but do feel different.” 
“Different how?” You murmur. 
“Clingy, still?” He offers, but you can tell he doesn’t really know what to make of his own emotions, “When you said you were leaving I felt sick,” 
“Me too,” You nod, “but it makes sense,” 
“Does it?” 
You shift closer, your legs leaning on his now, “Mingi’s right, we spent four days locked in a room together. All we did was be intimate and share emotions…”
“Then why did you want to leave so quickly?” He asks, no judgment in his voice at all. 
“Yunho,” You smile, “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it or not, but I’m not the best at sharing. Or admitting I need help.” 
“So you were running,” 
“I guess,” You nod, “I was just embarrassed and then before I knew it I had one foot out the door,” 
“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about this,” He shakes his head, sliding his hand up your arm, “I don’t like that.” 
You sigh, “I know, but the idea of being back in the studio after this? I mean I’ve worked with you for what, two months? We really barely know each other, I’m the new girl. How am I not supposed to worry about us being too familiar after this?” 
“So we’ll be familiar,” He presses, “I promise, it really is okay. Mingi and I are not going to treat you any differently where the work is concerned, but we can be friends.” 
“Friends,” You repeat the sentiment with a nod, “you’re right, and these feelings will fade,” 
“Feelings?” He says softly. 
“Like Mingi said,” You tell him, “it keeps coming in waves, but the consistent thing is that I don’t want to be apart yet, even not touching feels wrong.”
“Exactly,” He nods enthusiastically, “every time you get up to pee I feel like I should follow you and guard the door it’s kind of ridiculous,” 
Laughter bubbles out of you and you cover your mouth, glancing over at a still sleeping Mingi, “The protective alpha instincts are really no joke, I guess,” 
“Mm,” He smiles, “Mingi has a handle on it, it was just so much more than I expected it to be,” 
“How long were he and his ex together?” You ask. 
“Two-ish years?” He says, “So yeah, he has a good handle on himself.” 
“Do you think he feels the same way as you do?” Your eyes dart back over to Mingi’s fully peaceful face as he sleeps. 
“Probably,” Yunho shrugs, “but he’s very good at only letting people see what he wants them to see,” 
“I’m getting that,” You murmur. 
There’s a long beat between you and finally you twist back to look at him, “I know it’s just the hormones,” you tell him, “but can we cuddle?” 
“Sure,” He scoots down on the couch, gathering you close, your head now resting on the crook of his arm, “This okay?” 
“Perfect,” 
Now that you’re not looking at him, the next thing you say feels so much easier, “I have to thank you for what you did,” you smile, “or didn’t do, I guess,” 
He’s quiet for a moment and then, “I almost did though,”
“I know,” You remember the sensation of his teeth dragging along your throat, “but you stopped,” 
“I didn’t realize how right it would feel in the moment,” He says softly, “and I just wanted to make you stop hurting,” 
You pat across his chest until you find his hand and you lace your fingers together, “You did,” you fight the urge to kiss him, “and for what it’s worth, Mingi was right. I don’t think I could have gotten through this at home by myself, I’ve never had a heat this hard,” 
“Now I’m really glad we brought you home,” 
“Mm,” You nod, “I don’t know what I would have done,” 
He hugs you a little more tightly, “I keep meaning to ask you something,” 
“Anything,” You shift to look up at him. 
“Suppressants,” He says, “when will insurance cover the ones you need?” 
“Nineteen days,” You recite, “nearly there.” 
“You’ll be alright until then?” He asks. 
“Should be,” You nod, “I’ll have time to onboard before my next heat so everything should be much more manageable,” 
“Good,” He brushes a hand along your hair and then settles it high on your back. 
You expect him to offer, to indicate a next time, but he doesn’t. Something distant in your gut twists and the thought that maybe this really is a one-time thing. You know it should be, you work too closely together to muddle it all up with all these emotions, especially when you can barely tell now if it’s your biological need for an alpha or if you really do just like them. But the thought of leaving and never being held by them like this again hurts a little, more than you thought that it would. 
When Mingi wakes a little later you all stay cuddled up a little longer. You eat dinner together and by the end of the meal, you’re all sitting a few feet apart. You still want to be here with them, but the desperate pull to touch them has faded almost completely by the time you’re done with your spicy noodles. 
The drive back to your apartment is quiet, and you’ve been away from work and insulated with them for so many days that you feel distantly like it’s the last day of summer and the night before school. You want to stretch out the seconds, avoid getting out of this car and going to bed at all costs, you know once you do life will be back to normal. Four days with them made you yearn a little for something more than normal. 
“Well,” You clear your throat softly and pull your bag up from the passenger side floor, “I guess that’s it,” 
“Take tomorrow,” Yunho says, twisting to the side from the driver’s seat to face you, “we’ll go back to work and you take one more day.” 
“Okay,” You nod, knowing that it’s the smartest way to not seem obvious about sharing your heat with them. 
“We had the flu,” Mingi offers, “and it’s just weird timing.” 
“Weird timing,” You nod, “okay,” 
“What will you tell your roommates?” Yunho asks. 
“I’ll think of something,” 
Your legs feel like lead as you swing open the door and start to climb out of their car. 
“You sure you’re alright?” Yunho leans over to catch your eyes. 
“Mhm,” You nod, but suddenly you don’t really trust your voice. 
“If you need anything,” Mingi says, practically hanging over the passenger seat from the back to see you too, “tonight, tomorrow, whatever,” 
“I know,” You manage, “I’m okay,” 
Mingi opens his mouth and closes it again. His hand tightens on the seat. You drag yourself back a few steps and nod, “Drive safe,” It feels like the stupidest, most empty thing to say after everything. 
Yunho smiles softly, “Always do,” 
“Good night,”
“Night,” Mingi says softly. 
“Night,” Yunho leans back in the driver’s seat again, returning his hands to the wheel. 
It’s time. You hate it.
You push the door shut, offering a wave, and you force your legs to move as you turn around and trudge up to the apartment building ahead. A nervous bubble blooms in your throat. You want to turn around, but you don’t. The steady sound of the car still idling behind you doesn’t change. When you make it inside, your apartment is blissfully quiet and you tuck yourself away in your room fast before anyone can come and check up on you. 
You want to go back, but you focus hard and try to shake it off. 
With a deep breath, you allow yourself one tiny moment of weakness and you pull your bedroom curtain aside. Their car is gone, not even the blue glow of their headlights left on the street ahead. They’re gone, and you’re alone again. You don’t even bother to take off the clothes you were wearing, you collapse into your bed and bite back the sudden rush of tears. 
All you can smell is stale lavender, and suddenly you wish more than anything for a thunderstorm. 
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stardewsnail · 1 year
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Sebastian N/S/F/W Alphabet
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A - aftercare 
General
Immediately after climaxing he tends to curl around his partner and hold them tight for a second while he catches his breath. Once everyone is fully satisfied and reasonably cleaned up, he just wants to cuddle. Absolutely wraps his partner in his arms and presses his face into the crook of their neck. Secretly he’s a big baby and he wants to hold and be held. That’s his peak happy place, and he will fall asleep. 
Dom leaning 
The same as the general but more attentive and will hold his partner either on his chest or as the little spoon. Lots of kisses everywhere and making sure his partner is in a good place. 
Sub leaning 
Sebastian wants to be held and praised. Stroke his hair, kiss his forehead, tell him how well he did. Lightly scratch his back and he will be practically purring  
B - body part 
Sebastian has a thing for thighs on his partner, especially if they’re on the thicker side. His favorite body part on himself would be his biceps. He’s surprisingly muscular under that baggy hoodie. 
C - cum
He doesn’t ejaculate a lot (like slightly below average), especially for how long his orgasms seem to last. Very noisy when he comes, holds his partner tighter the closer he gets—probably a scratcher. 
D - dirty secret 
He so deeply wants to be put in a maid outfit. 
E - experienced 
In general I think Seb is on the lower end of experience. He’s a loner and that doesn’t quite lead to a bangin’ sex life. I personally hc he’s had one serious relationship that was 90% long distance and online so even when he was with somebody he never had much opportunity. That being said, this man can sext like nobody's business. Sebastian  could write best selling erotica. 
F - favorite position 
Mostly anything with his partner on top, but specifically with him sitting up (think like on a sofa) so he can kiss them while they ride. He finds it intimate and also loves the feeling of their whole body against him.
G - goofy
I think he would be surprisingly goofy and light hearted once he got over the initial nerves. He can laugh with his partner and stay relaxed. 
H - hair
I don’t think Sebastian would ever expect to get laid so unless it was scheduled (hc about him having a previous long distance partner) there’s a 50-50 shot it’s just gonna be a jungle. If he remembers ahead of time then things are trimmed, but overall kept pretty natural. 
I - intimacy 
I don’t think he would separate the “romance” from the sex—sex is inherently romantic because it’s intimate. It’s vulnerable. He knows how to set a mood but a lot of the intimacy stems from the intensity of his actions. Then once he’s warmed up to his partner he’s SO fucking mushy.  
J - jack off 
It’s not every day he jacks off but it is most of them. Most often it’s at his desk—pants undone to let his cock free as he consumes whatever material he fancies that time. He’s definitely into erotica more than porn, but will set himself up an audio while he’s reading if he’s decided to take his time.  
K - kinks
Bondage—both him and his partner. Handcuffs, Shibari, you name it—shove a ball gag in his mouth and he is GONE. Also thigh fucking. Fantasy role play would absolutely be a thing for him and I personally think it could tie in well with being tied up. Wax play. 
L - location 
For the kinds of things Sebastian is really into, he needs a private space with sturdy furniture. Home is where the heart is, and he knows a thing or two about carpentry. That bed frame is custom. 
M - Motivation 
Thighs and short skirts thighs and short skirts—plus having his partner on his motorcycle. 
N - no
Nothing while he’s driving the motorcycle. Road safety at all times. 
O - oral 
Giving giving giving—he wants his partner to be an absolute mess as he edges them with his mouth. He loves receiving as well but he’s very likely to give head as foreplay
P - pace 
Slow and forceful. Very intense with lots of eye contact. His partner is going to feel every last inch of him. 
Q - quickie
Sebastian finds a good quickie enjoyable, but he would much prefer to take his time. 
R - risk
He rides a motorcycle, so he’s a little bit of a thrill seeker. That mostly comes out in his affinity for bondage rather than risky locations or other behavior. 
S - stamina 
Sebastian has excellent stamina, especially if he’s trying to draw things out for his partner.  Once he cums though, he gets very sensitive and over stimulates easily…which isn’t necessarily a bad thing if you wanna see him beg.   
T - toys 
He is into toys but shy about it—specifically a vibrating cock ring or a flashlight—something to tease him while he’s tied up.
U - unfair 
He is absolutely unfair. He will edge his partner for as long as possible if allowed. He loves the suspense of it and will watch their face very closely. For all of that, he can barely handle being edged and will be a whimpering mess if attempted. 
V - vocal 
He tries to keep the noise contained but after a certain point he can’t hold back—swearing, whimpering, almost whining—and once he’s there just know he’s going to make a racket when he finishes 
W - wild card
He’s very hesitant about anal but once he tries it he discovers he really likes a plug up his ass while he’s having sex. Specifically rocking it inside him while his cock is being sucked. 
X - x ray
The man has ass for days. He’s got a lil tummy and surprisingly muscular arms. You wouldn’t know it because of that baggy hoodie he wears. A nice dark happy trail leads down to his cock—six and a half inches and on the thicker side, he’s circumcised. He’s especially sensitive on the underside of his head and will lose his mind if his partner slowly licks along that edge. 
Y - yearning 
Horny basement boy. Very nervous about initiating but once he’s comfortable he’s gonna pull his partner into his lap so they can feel exactly what they’re doing to him. He’s big on physical affection and touch so it all flows together nicely. 
Z - sleep
Since he’s a big cuddler he’s prone to falling asleep pretty quickly, and once he’s out he’s out. He can’t help it, he feels so safe and relaxed.
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mimi-ya · 1 year
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spotted ~ shanks x reader
2,700 words | f!body, she/her reader | nsfw summary: it's the thrill of being seen masterlist | kinktober masterlist
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“Not the first time I caught Captain with his pants around his ankles either!”
The men around the table spit out their drinks, choking on laughter. Said captain in discussion sends a pointed hand gesture to his mate, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re just a little voyeur Roux!”
“Definitely wouldn’t be to see your freckled ass!” Lucky Roux shoots back.
Shanks spins in his seat towards you, betrayal written across his face, “You didn’t tell ‘em about my beauty mark, did ya?”
Instead of answering you chose to raise your mug to your mouth, covering a poorly concealed smile.
“We’ve all seen it by now, captain.” Benn interjects.
“Doesn’t stop (Y/N) from gushin’ about it when she’s three sheets to the wind.” Yassop gestures to you, ignoring your cry of protest.
Benn scoffs, “Or him from showin’ it when he’s had more than a swig.”
“Speaking of which.” Shanks downs the rest of his drink, slamming the cup on the table, “I think it’s about time you all got a look since you’re so desperate!” His hands move to his belt, starting with the buckle.
“Alright!” You cut him off over the jeers from the rest of the crew, “There are virgin eyes ‘round here.” Nodding to the rest of the bar patrons who are having a hard time ignoring the Red Haired Pirates.
“Told ya already!” Luck Roux shouts, “That’s what he likes!”
Shanks falls back against his seat, throwing an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his chest, “If you had my ass, you’d be showin’ it off too.”
“Don’t know how you put up with him.” Benn mutters to you, “Don’t know how I put up with him.”
You pat Benn’s shoulder sympathetically, “It’s the freckle for me.”
“Tryin’ to get a look at it now?” Shanks waggles his brows.
And how can you say no to that?
.
You drum your fingers against Shank’s chest, curled around his side as the sweat dries on your skin. He has a content smile on his face, hand sending shivers down your spine as it dances across your back.
“Bit of an exhibitionist you used to be.”
“Not jealous are ya?”
Your fingers still, “And so what if I am?”
Shanks cracks an eye, looking down at you with a frown, “You know you’re the only one I have eyes for, don’t ya?”
“Not of them. But why don’t we ever do something like that?”
“Oh?” He quirks a brow with a teasing smile, “That’s what’s got you up in twists?”
An irritated huff escapes you, “Never mind.” You mutter, flipping yourself over to hide the embarrassment on your face.
“Hey, hey now.” He coos in your ear, hand dancing down your arm, “Don’t get all shy on me.” Shanks presses a kiss on your neck, “Tell me what you want.”
You shrug, chewing on your lip. Still a little embarrassed by his reaction.
“Want me to take you up to the crow’s nest right now? Hope no one sees us sneakin’ up there?” His hand slips under the blanket, groping at your breast, “Or do ya want everyone to take a peak? I could bend you right over the ship’s edge if that’s what you want.”
“Shanks.” The whine is so needy, and the sound is stirring Shanks back to life, “Quit teasing.” You huff, pressing your ass against his cock.
“Don’t need anyone looking at what’s mine.” Shanks whispers against your neck, “You’re my treasure. My one piece.”
Your eyes fly open, “Oh my-” You elbow Shanks off you and onto his back, turning over to see his cheeky grin, “You did not just call me your one piece.”
“I’m tryin’ to be romantic!”
“Well, you sound like an idiot.”
“Got it.” Shanks nods, lips pulling into a smirk, “Less romance, more fucking out in the open.”
You cross your arms, “If you’re going to be a dick about it, I wish I had never brought it up.”
“Don’t be like that.” His fingers reach for your thigh, “I like hearing your dirty little dreams.” His hand rounds your back side, “I’ll make ‘em all come true.”
“Oh yeah?” You lean forward, breath mingling with his.
“Mhmm.” His eyes flutter close, “Whatever you want.”
“Well right now,” Hand cupping his cheek, “I want you to shut up.”
A grin stretches across his face, “How about you climb on up here and give my mouth somethin’ better to do?”
.
You think Shanks forgets all about the conversation. He doesn’t tease you about it the next morning, doesn’t even mention it the following night after he’s had a few too many rounds back at the bar.
No matter, it’s not like you were that interested in the idea.
“But the log post set.” Benn taps the globe resetting on the table.
“And there’s a festival tonight, Beckmann.” Shanks grabs his first mate by the shoulder, rounding him back toward the island, “Think of how much fun it’s gonna be!”
“Didn’t know you cared for the local festivities.” Benn shakes off Shanks, popping a cigarette into his mouth.
Shank’s eyes slide over to you, as if he could tell you were watching him, “I think tonight will be worth it.”
.
“Think we lost ‘em?”
You glance over your shoulder before meeting Shanks’s stare, “Were we trying to? Yasopp still owes me some mochi after I wiped the floor with his ass at the coin game.”
Shanks leans forward, taking a nip at your cheek, “I’ll get ya all the mochi you can eat.”
“Shanks!” You giggle, pushing his face from yours as he continues to assault you with nips and kisses, “Knock it off!”
“C’mon love.” Shanks teases, wrapping an arm around your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “Thought this is what you wanted.”
An immediate chill runs down your spine and you straighten up, “Wait, are you serious?”
He raises a brow, “Serious as a heart attack.”
With the offer suddenly presented to you, the nerves start creeping in. “But.” You glance from side to side, looking over the hundreds of people enjoying the festival, oblivious to what you’re considering, “There’s so many- I don’t think. I mean what if-”
Shanks presses a finger to your lips, “Shh, shh.”  His thumb running across the seam, “Yes or no?"
His eyes are burning into yours, an almost electric current crackling between your bodies.
“Yes.” Your answer is as breathless as you feel, only amplified when Shanks drags you down the street. He weaves between stalls, taking you further and further from the main square. The joyous voices and music fade into the distance when he pulls you into a deserted alley.
“Here oughtta be good.” He says causally, as if he isn’t about to fuck you behind some building.
You look nervously back to the street. Just the turn of head would give someone a clear view into the alley.
“Don’t worry.” Shanks presses a kiss to your neck, “We’re far enough that no one will hear your wailing.”
His jab breaks you from you thoughts and with an offended huff you slap his shoulder, “I do not wail.”
“Good.” He nods, a hand grabbing under your thigh to wrap around his waist, “Would hate to be caught ‘cause you can’t hold it in.” Any retort is lost on your lips when Shanks presses forward, his bulge making contact with your covered center.
“Shit.” You wrap your arms around his neck, biting back your groan as Shanks pushes even harder.
“Well look at that!” He comments cheerfully, “Seems like you were right.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss, digging your nails under his shirt and sharply clawing at his skin. A conceited smirk pulls at your lips when Shanks lets out a loud moan, “Now who’s wailin’?”
Shanks gives you his answer with a furious kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. With fingers under you chin he repositions your face to easily take control.
Your heart is beating so fast and loud you fear that might be what draws a passerby. Eyes squeezing shut even tighter when Shanks’s hand slides up your side to grope your breast.
His fingers leave a trail of fire on your skin even over the fabric. His sixth sense of being able to perfectly tweak your nipple without even seeing it pushes you into a frenzy.
“Shanks.” You whisper urgently, wanting this more than anything but still very aware of your vulnerability.
“Hmmm.” Shanks hums, his lips pecking kisses along your jaw.
Your hands reach for his belt, “Shanks, c’mon.”
Before you can get too far his hands swoop down to grab your wrists and pin them against the wall, “What’s that baby? Why you in such a hurry?”
The colds stone cuts into the back of your hands, and now you feel pathetic squirming in place, trying to get some relief with the shifting of your thighs.
“I know I’m good, but I’ve never seen ya so desperate so quick.” Shanks grins, “Like you want someone to catch a glimpse of this, hmm?”
“Quit teasing.” You whine, glaring off to the side. With your face turned you see a clear view of the street just as someone strolls past the alley.
Shanks doesn’t miss when your voice hitches, quickly looking over to the person just before they disappear behind the wall.
“Shame.” Shanks mutters, “A second earlier and they would have heard your pathetic moaning. No matter.” He spins you around before you even realize it’s happening, “Maybe we can get the next one to take a look.”
A gasp is ripped from your throat when cold air hits your ass, his fingers wasting no time to pull down your pants and get a feel between your legs.
“Well would you look at that.” Shanks comments as if he were discussing the weather, “And here I was hoping I’d have to work you up a bit.”
“Shanks.” Your head thuds against the wall as his fingers slide through your soaked folds, catching briefly on the little nub that has you keening into your arm.
“I know, I know.” Shanks dismiss you, “Hurry up, don’t wanna get caught and all that.” But his words are in contrast to his movements as he continues to play with you at a leisurely pace.
You push your hips back, pressing your ass into his groin, hoping to entice him.
“Little minx.” He growls, pulling his fingers away with a whimper from you. You can hear the rustling of fabric, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all night.” Shanks breathes into your ear, his cock pressing against your ass and smearing the bit of cum.
“Pervert.” You mutter with an eye roll. Most of the time you loved Shanks’s filthy words, but right now you wish he would just get on with it. Frustration only building when his patronizing laugh reaches your ears.
“Always so mean when you’re desperate.” His hands grasp your hips, pulling your ass up just a bit, “How ‘bout I fuck that outta ya?”
Your head snaps back to shoot him a glare, “How about you fucking do it th- oh fuck.” You feel your eyes go a little cross when Shanks sinks into all in one go.
“There it is.” Shanks smirks, leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek, shifting his hips and pushing deeper, “Fuckin tight.” He grunts, pulling back to thrust back in but your cunt isn’t making it easy.
“Please.” You whine, craning your neck back to try and capture his lips but instead Shanks’s hand quickly covers your mouth. The taste and scent of your slick overwhelming your senses and pulling a moan.
His hips pick up speed and your thankful for the fingers now shoved in your mouth because there’s no way you’d be able to stop the cries from spilling out on your own.
How could you when he’s moving so skillfully behind you and hitting all the right spots? And the thrill of someone getting a peak only heightening your senses and pushing you closer to the edge.
“So good.”  Shanks groans, “Wish everyone could see you like this.” He babbles, “You’d like that, huh? Let everyone get a look at what a good girl I have here?”
The warm praise washes over you as you nod along to his words, only imagining what it would feel like to be so exposed.
“They can look.” Shanks growls, “But that’s it.” His fingers dig harder into your hip and his teeth scrape along your neck, “Mine. Only-” His words abruptly cut off, hips stilling.
You try to look back, but his hand is still holding your jaw in place.
“Shhh.” He breathes into your ear, gently turning your head to look down the alley. The voices carry from out on the street. Three, maybe four people coming this way.
You’re so distracted with the thought of someone catching you in the comprising position that you almost miss when Shanks begins his movements again. Deep and slow thrusts.
“Mmanks!” You try to cry over his fingers, but he pushes them further into your mouth, eliciting a gag that makes your eyes water.
“Remember what I said about keepin’ quiet?” His words are laced with a threat that sends a chill down your spine, “This is what you wanted, ain’t it?”
His eyes bore into yours, hips stilling for a moment and waiting for you. When you give the small timid nod a feral grin splits on his face.
It seems he isn’t going to make it easy on you as his hands sneaks from your waist to round your front, immediately rubbing circles into your neglected clit.
Your entire body jolts with nowhere to go, truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“Quit squirmin’.” He grunts, fingers picking up speed along and his thrusts returning to their previous pace.
The voices from down the alley are getting closer and you’re thankful for how far back you are. Casted in the shadows so even if someone did look it might not be too obvious, right?
Maybe if not be for the noises.
The we squelch of your cunt and slapping of skins is downright explicit. Your poorly concealed whimpers and cries just as telling as Shanks’s moaning who seems to have no problem with drawing attention.
Your eyes are still focused on the street, the shadows of those approaching finally in view.
“Wanna finish for ‘em?” Shanks asks, tongue dancing on the shell of your ear and sending your eyes rolling backwards, “Give ‘em a show better than the festival? C’mon, I know you can do it.”
His fingers finally pull from your mouth just as a foot comes into view and a mixture of a gasp and squeak are pulled from you as Shanks’s arm wraps around your stomach. He quickly repositions the two of you so his back is towards the street without once breaking his rhythm.
Keeling over you finally feel your orgasm overtake you, only being held up by Shanks’s arms as he continues to work you through your pleasure.
The world goes a little darker than it already is, noises muffled by the sounds of your own pants but the gasp of surprise from the street is clear as day. Hot embarrassment floods your cheeks just as your cunt clenches down on Shanks’s cock, a second wave of pleasure flooding your veins.
“Ah, fuck.” Shanks chokes out, his own release quickly following as you pull him over with you, “That get ya there?” He pants, giving a few more half-hearted thrusts as he empties himself into you.
 You can only moan in response, reaching for the wall to find some balance if only to keep yourself from falling to your knees.
The wet sounds of Shanks pulling his cock from your dripping center echo in the alley and it’s lewd enough to have Shanks feel a stirring in his belly. Seeing you bent over and too fucked out to even answer his question makes him want to carry you back to the ship and have his way with ya all over again.
But first-
“Oi!” Shanks calls over his shoulder while pulling your pants up since it seems you won’t do it yourself. The bystanders seeming to be paralyzed with shock at what they just walked by, “This ain’t a free show!”
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restlessmaknae · 1 year
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get it right [c.y.j.]
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Choi Yeonjun, the cute barista at your local café, just can't seem to get your name right. It's not until Christmas that he lets you know why.
➳ Characters: barista!Yeonjun x female!reader/you
➳ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au, café au
➳ Words: 1.8k
➳ Warning: mentions of food (let me know if there are more)
➳ A/N: This idea has been in the back of my mind for so long, but it wasn’t supposed to be Christmas-themed. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! ❤️
Choi Yeonjun was a menace. An annoyingly handsome and a blushingly flirty menace. He was also the cute barista at the local café you frequented, and he just couldn't seem to get your name right whenever you ordered coffee to go. Sometimes your name was missing a few letters or the letters were switched, but there were times when the name scribbled down on the plastic paper wasn't even close to your name.
There was no way Yeonjun couldn't remember your name because you were a frequent customer, and because he actually initiated conversations with you while he was making your drink. Since you usually got yourself a coffee in the morning before you headed to uni to study at the library (because there was no way you could study in the dorms, your roommates weren’t exactly a fan of you studying so early in the morning), there weren't a lot of people coming into the café at such an early hour, but Yeonjun was always there. Since it wasn't peak time, he was the one who got and made your order, but in the afternoon, when there were a lot of visitors buzzing around, one barista received your order and another one made your drink.
You were in luck, it seemed, that you did have some time to speak to him while waiting for your drink because he was a fun company. Maybe a bit too flirty for his own good, but you guessed that he was like that with everyone else, too. Not until your best friend, Yoojung, actually went to your favourite café for the first time, did you dare to think otherwise.
"There's no way he's like that with everyone. You see, there were some girls in front of me outright telling him how handsome he is, and he didn't flirt back! Also, I got only a smiley beside my name on the cup," she reasoned as she held up her own cup of coffee, proving her point. "And you say that you have hearts beside your name. I don't think that's a coincidence," she pointed out with a mischievous smile as she smacked your side.
"No, how can it be? He can't even spell my name right," you shook your head, but you had to admit that you were less sure about being just an ordinary customer for the boy. Could it be that he liked you? No, no way. He was just so cool, friendly, easy-going and still caring, he must have liked similarly cool girls. Not that you had low self-esteem, it's just that you were more on the introverted side, you were sometimes searching for the right words to say, and you were blushing so hard whenever he complimented you, it was wild to imagine that he might like someone like you.
"Well, maybe he's doing it on purpose," Yoojung mused out loud, resting her head on her arms propped up on a pile of books. With her, a study session never stayed just a study session, and ever since you dared to bring up Yeonjun in your conversations, she was always waiting for the updates.
"What purpose?"
"I don't know. I don't get boys."
"But you have a boyfriend," you pointed out, and Yoojung couldn't help but laugh. Him and Hendery getting together was one of the surprises of last semester, but it's not like you couldn't see the sparks. It's just that your best friend was in denial about her feelings towards him, and she couldn't take the boy seriously either.
"Hendery is a different species," she rolled her eyes yet it was in an affectionate way, and there was a certain degree of gentleness in her tone.
"Anyways, let's get back to game theory," you suggested as you flipped a page in your textbook. Your best friend grunted in response.
"Aaah, your cute barista is waaaaay more interesting than game theory."
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The next time you went to the café, you tried to see if something was different in the way Yeonjun acted with others and with you. However, due to the early hour, there was only a businessman in his 50s in front of you in the queue, and he didn't flirt with the man.
"Hey there, my favourite customer!" He greeted you gleefully though, and already got a plastic cup ready.
"Whose name you still can't spell right," you teased, but there was a smile in the corner of your lips. Yeonjun faked being hurt by your words and theatrically placed a hand over his heart.
"You're still my favourite customer though."
"Alright. I guess that counts."
"It does. Not even my friends can have this title," he explained with a mischievous smile as he leaned forward, lowering his voice as if it was a secret. Though you knew all too well that some of his friends didn't even drink coffee, there were some who attended universities far away from his workplace and the others didn't frequent the café as much as you did.
"Anyways, I'll take the usual," you let him know, trying to shush Yoojung's voice in your head.
"Cool. We have a buy one, get one free discount today, so you can have two. Will you take the same for the second?"
"Well, what's your favourite drink here?" You inquired, genuinely curious. It was no surprise that he already knew your order by heart because you ordered the same pretty much every single time you came here (even on days it wasn't his shift in the morning, but the other baristas didn't know your favourite order like he did). So you were actually interested in his preference.
"Hmm I like iced lattes, but it's getting colder these days, so I usually go for a caramel frappuccino with lots of whipped cream," he explained in his usual enthusiastic voice, and the simple joy of talking about his favourite drink (or rather, you asking about it) made you smile widely.
"Then, make me one of your recent favourite drinks," you decided, and he giddily got started on it while asking about your tests coming up. Winter break was only a few weeks away, so you had a lot of studying to do for your exams, but by waking up early and going to the library to study, you were already working on it.
When you got your order, both of the cups had your name misspelled, but both of the cups had little hearts on them, too. You cracked a smile before taking your usual order and pointing at the other one:
"It's for you. Hope you have a great day!" You wished with a wide smile, and before Yeonjun could protest, you were already outside of the café. Through the windows though, you could see the boy's face lighting up as he reached for the drink and took a sip from it, content.
Well, he always made your days, so it was time to pay him back.
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Yoojung, as expected, faked gagging at your gesture towards the boy, but it seemed so right in the moment. Not to mention that your best friend was even more sure by now that the boy liked you, but you weren't that sure, and it would be awkward if you misread the signs because you were such a frequent visitor at the café.
However, as you neared winter break, and you talked about going home for the holidays, you couldn't help but notice Yeonjun's lips curling downwards. You asked if he was working during the winter break since you knew that he was from around here, and he said that he was off for one whole week, but he would get back to work afterwards.
"I might be meeting friends here in early January, so I might come by," you blurted out, and it seemed like such an unnecessary piece of information that you almost told him to forget about it. However, seeing the boy's bright eyes and insanely wide smile, you didn't mind doing so.
"Really? That's cool. I'll be here anyway, you know," he tried to shrug it off coolly, but he was fighting contentment painting his lips. He looked so happy, your heart did little somersaults at the sight.
"Can't let your favourite customer miss out on coming by for weeks," you joked around, and he joined you.
"Can't let you not have your daily dose of Choi Yeonjun," he winked at you before he turned around to reach for the milk bag, but as he was pouring it into your cup, he looked up, suddenly alarmed. "Wait, is this your last day before going home then?"
"Yeah, actually, it is," you nodded, and suddenly, you realised that you didn't know what to say or do. It's not a goodbye after all, is it? However, you were coming here almost every single day for the past few months, and Yeonjun had become such a solid part of your days that you had a feeling that you would miss this, that you would miss him.
"Oh, I see," Yeonjun mumbled, uncharacteristically solemn. You got a message on your phone at this time, so you looked at it, writing back to one of your group project partners, telling her that you would be at the library in 15 minutes.
When you put your phone back into your coat's pocket and you reached for your drink, you automatically took a sip of it. You let out a content hum and Yeonjun smiled affectionately.
"Merry Christmas! Don't miss me too much," he winked at you, dissolving the earlier serious atmosphere, and you smiled back at him, thankful and a bit bashful, too.
"Merry Christmas, Yeonjun!" You wished, albeit a bit bittersweet, and there was an odd feeling taking over you as you made your way outside of the café.
As you lifted the cup to your mouth, you noticed more words than just your name on the side of the cup, and you halted in your steps to get a full view of it.
"It's my number in case you miss me too much, y/n!
P.S.: I know your name, I just wanted to have a reason at all times to talk to you"
Smiling, you immediately typed the number into your phone, sending Yeonjun a message. He replied almost instantly, teasing you if you already missed him. To which, you said that maybe you did.
After that, there was nothing that could put an end to your texts, and soon enough, you found yourself on a date with him in January because Yoojung was right; Yeonjun truly did misspelled your name on purpose.
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A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! Even if you don’t celebrate it or don’t enjoy this time of the year for whatever reason, I hope this story could bring you some joy.  ❤️
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violettduchess · 7 months
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A/N: An entry into my own One Suitor, One Prompt Content Creation Challenge as well as fulfilling a request for my Broken Heartstrings series
Prompts: Water from the first, Only One Bed from the second.
WC: 3.5 k
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The King of Benitoite slowly lowers his crystal flute bubbling with rose-colored prosecco. Carlo is by his ear, mumbling something but Silvio isn’t paying attention. His sharp blue eyes are on the gray marbled dance floor of the ballroom where couples are passing by the raised dais in dazzling displays of glittering jewels and shiny, flowing gowns. One couple in particular has caught his attention: the third prince of Rhodolite and you, former Belle and newly-minted ambassador. Silvio tilts his head, his crown sliding ever so slightly forward over his silvery hair. Clavis is smiling, that guy is always smiling, but somehow this is different. There is a certain softness around his mouth, a brightness in his golden eyes that Silvio can observe even from here. And you, lady, are no different. Your hand is gripping Clavis’s tightly, your face tilted up towards him like a flower to the sunshine. You two dance like you are the only people in the ballroom, like the orchestra is playing just for you.
Hmm. Silvio takes a long sip from his glass.  Suddenly he turns his head, snapping his fingers and stopping the flow of Carlo’s litany on the various nobles in attendance.
“Tell the band-”
“The orchestra, your Majesty.”
“Whatever. Tell ‘em to play ‘Moonlight on Water.’ That slow-ass song you told me about last week.”
Carlo frowns slightly. “But the guests seem to be enjoying the Almain.” It is indeed a lively dance that has people throwing back their heads and laughing a bit too loudly, gliding through the steps buzzing with wine and fast tempo.
“Do it.”
Carlo scurries off and Silvio watches out of the corner of his eye as the conductor bends his head, listening as the dark-haired man delivers the king’s orders.
It takes only a few minutes for the music to shift and what was a cheerful, energetic dance slows to something softer. Couples step closer together, arms winding around waists, bodies almost touching. He watches as you and Clavis come to a stop, taking in the way the dance floor has changed moods. Your blush paints your cheeks with the sweetest heat. Clavis drops your hand, stepping back as he looks around, his smile in place but his eyes move too quickly to be as calm as he is trying to seem. He says something to you and Silvio doesn’t need to hear the words because they don’t matter. It’s the slight forward pitching of his stance, the waver of his gaze, the tension cording its way across his shoulders that gives away his nervousness.
And then you smile, nodding, and step into Clavis’s arms. It’s impossible to miss the shower of relief that overwhelms him as he gathers you close and begins the slow steps of the dance. Silvio takes another deep sip of champagne. He’s rather had fun with the two of you on your diplomatic visit to Benitoite. Clavis is far shrewder than he appears and you are the perfect ambassador, with your warmth and intelligence and face that would melt the snow on the Achroite mountain peaks. And seeing how you both have King Chevalier’s ear, wouldn’t it be fitting if it was here, in his kingdom, that you two finally acted upon what is clearly a mutual attraction to one another? Wouldn’t it be a fond memory of his country to take back home and perhaps, with associations of love and romance, keep decisions tilted in his favor?
There  is only one problem with his plan. Despite having asked the orchestra to play the sappiest, most romantic song he knows, you and Clavis are dancing close….and nothing else. Other couples have their foreheads pressed together, hands wandering into territory that is scandalous-adjacent. Some have even stopped dancing on the shadowy edges of the floor, kissing discreetly. But not you two. You’re still dancing an appropriate distance apart and despite the naked yearning on your face, Clavis’s golden eyes are not on you but past you, as if he can’t bear to see what you are offering him.
“Idiota,” he mutters as he drains the rest of his drink. The dance comes to an end and the orchestra begins a livelier dance. You and Clavis move away from the  floor and only Silvio sees the way you’re blinking back tears.
Fine. If Clavis is too blind or too chickenshit to see whats right in front of him….he’ll fucking make it happen himself.
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The wine cellar is remarkable. You’re still not entirely sure why Silvio scooped you and Clavis up from the ballroom and insisted you follow him to have a look at it. Surely it could have waited until tomorrow. But you don’t argue with the newly-crowned king and so you follow Silvio out of the luxurious ballroom and down several marbled hallways and a winding set of stone stairs. A gorgeously carved wooden door depicting vineyards and grapes leads to another, shorter set of steps and then you are inside.
Silvio lights several of the wall sconces and you are greeted by a white room with vaulted ceilings and dark wooden barrels bigger than you and Clavis put together. The walls are lined from top to bottom with bottled wine and one corner of the massive room has glass bottles of crystal-clear mountain water taken from the very peaks of the Achroite mountains. It is dizzyingly impressive and Silvio is actually quite knowledgeable and charming as he guides you and Clavis further back into the massive cellar.
You turn your attention away from the sheer magnitude of it all and back to what he is saying.
“.....but you ain’t gonna believe me until you try it. Just stay here. I know where we keep the good stuff.”
Clavis gestures with his white-gloved hand. “That none of this is “the good stuff” is truly surprising. You have wine from every country I know and then some.” You’re certain Clavis knows every single country but he is a master of flattery, playing down his razor-sharp intelligence when he knows it is a singularly good choice.
Silvio grins slowly, his teeth white as a wolf’s. “Just you wait.” He jangles as he walks back towards the entrance, a sound that echoes throughout the cellar. Despite the light of the scones, there is a chill that lingers here and no windows at all. A shiver suddenly runs through you, sending a scattering of goosebumps across your arms. Why do you have such a bad feeling about this?
As if in answer, the cellar booms with the closing of the door. 
Wait….what? 
You and Clavis exchange a look before he takes off on long legs, hurrying in the direction Silvio went. By the time you catch up, he’s already at the beautiful wooden door. The beautiful, locked wooden door.
“No……” Something akin to panic squeezes your heart and you find yourself drawing in a deep, unsteady breath. “He didn’t…..”
Clavis doesn’t look dismayed. In fact, his handsome features are bright with an expression of absolute delight.
“I would seem he did, the jangler. The question is why. What a curious action to take.” 
“How are you so calm?” Dismay has you looking around the cellar, hoping for some miraculous other stairway to appear or maybe a trap door that would lead to a tunnel to get you out of here. 
Clavis shoots you a grin, one that would normally send your heart racing if it wasn’t already dizzy with the first fumes of panic. He reaches into the pocket of his soft lavender coat and pulls out a small velvet pouch which he deftly unrolls with the snap of his wrist. Inside are several long, pointy metal objects. 
“Because I am never unprepared. So calm your rabbit heart and watch as I save the day and pick our way out of here.”
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“It seems we are at an impasse.”
Speaking more to himself than you, Clavis sinks down onto the top step. Gone is the confident gleam in his eyes. Instead he’s frowning down at his lockpicking set like it has failed him. How could Silvio of all people have a lock in this ostentatious mess of a palace that Clavis Lelouch can’t crack?
He inhales, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him that he has failed, that he’s disappointing you. But it’s so very loud, filling his mind until it’s all he can hear. 
Failure. Failure. Failure.
It’s so loud in fact that you have to call his name several times, each time increasingly louder, until he jerks his head up.
“Clavis, come here!!”
He pushes himself off the steps, following the sound of your voice past the glass bottles of wine winking at him in the firelight of the sconces to a narrow doorway at the very back of the cellar. Stepping inside he finds himself inside a small room with a simple bed in the center, a humble wooden nightstand and a single candle which you have lit using the tinderbox and wooden splint that were in the nightstand drawer. You’ve also stolen a bottle of mountain spring water. Clever.
“At least we don’t have to huddle on the ground for the night.”
The intimacy of the room feels overwhelming, like a cloud of gray fog rolling through his mind. He couldn’t….you would be so very close, one slight movement and you might touch. Yes, you touch all the time, yes he held you close dancing but it is exactly the memory of what he felt then, the electric almost frantic desire to pull you bodily against him and taste the sweetness of your smile that has him forcing a casual shrug and a smile bereft of its natural sunshine.
“You can sleep here. I’ll stay awake. Play your trusty guard until one of these Benitoites opens the door again.”
He’s stayed awake through the night before. In fact, sleepless nights are no stranger to him. He’s felt the sharp rake of their fingernails across his forehead, felt their claws scrape against his ribcage and send his lungs shrinking in fear. Insomnia chose him as a constant companion after the death of his mother, when the nights became endless, every shadow a predator, smelling the blood of a broken heart and stalking him for one final kill.
“No.” You surprise him with the conviction in your voice, the frown on your face. “I mean…..I would….I would be grateful if you were here, close to me. If…if that’s ok.” 
The truth is you’ve never been a fan of the dark, especially this dark. The dark, cold places deep within the earth. They remind you too much of graves, of death, of eternal night. Clavis, with his golden eyes and quick smile, is light and one glance at the candle on the nightstand tells you that soon, he may be the only thing left to keep you feeling calm and safe.
He hears it in your voice. The wavering undercurrent of fear that flows through your words. 
“Of course, if that’s what you require, my dear.”
You slide your feet out of your shoes and sit on the edge of the bed. Carefully you undo your earrings, beautiful but heavy jewels the color of wisteria, setting them on the nightstand before laying back and settling yourself on the bed. You’re grateful you wore a gown more in the Benitoite-style, a softer, looser style of dress that allows you freedom of movement that the stiff, corseted ballgowns of Rhodolite would not. 
Clavis waits until you roll onto your side and close your eyes before he undoes his lavender jacket, leaving him in his white dress shirt and pants. He sits on the opposite side of the bed, undoing his own shiny leather boots. What now? Your back is to him, exposed by the halter-style fastening of your dress. His gaze traces the lines of muscle and bone, the lay of the fabric along the curve of your hip. He blinks, then clumsily reaches for the bottle of mountain water like a man parched and removes the stopper, drinking deeply. It’s so chilled he feels it slide down his throat, down through his sternum where he hopes the cold will extinguish the heat you have unwittingly caused. He closes his eyes and takes several long sips. There. Yes, it should be just fine now. Why he's positively frosty. He carefully sets the glass bottle on the nightstand and then lays down next to you, on his back. 
Eyes wide open.
The small room is illuminated only by the faint orange of the single candle and the slowly encroaching darkness only works to heighten his other senses. He can hear your breathing, smell the scent of your rosewater perfume. The thin blanket under his hands is rough and scratchy, the pillow too soft to be entirely comfortable. He blames these things for his wakefulness, but in the shadows of his heart he knows the truth: he could be asleep in his own luxurious bed in the palace, with soft moonlight filtering in through the arched windows, with the sounds of silver-stringed crickets and gently hooting owls punctuating the night….and even then, if you were near, he would never fall sleep. Your presence is too bright, blinding even. His skin is electric with awareness. Every breath you take is thunder in his ears and when you suddenly speak, breaking the room’s cloud of silence, it feels like an earthquake shaking his bones, unsettling the blood in his veins.
“It’s getting cold.”
He hadn’t noticed, not with his whole being focused on your proximity to him. But now he feels it too. As the hours of the night deepen, the cellar has grown chilly, cold dancing along the exposed skin of his neck and face. 
“Here,” he murmurs as he pushes himself up. “You can have the blanket and-”
“Clavis.”
Your voice is small, subdued. And something in it brings all of his nervous motion to a halt.
“I’m sure you’re cold too so…..would it be ok if you put your arm around me? We could press together. For warmth.”
His heart feels like it might just beat itself right out of his chest. His breath sticks in his lungs like tar. Somehow, he manages to answer.
“Dearie me, but you're full of clever ideas tonight.” But the words are air, lacking his usual warmth and vigor and effervescence.  Anxiety is crawling through his veins, a familiar prowler. He swallows hard at the lump its forming in his throat.
He turns, his body mirroring yours and lifts his arm. And then you are there, curled against him, pulling his arm down around your middle. He forms a protective shield behind you and the feel of him so close sends an exhale of relief past your lips. The growing darkness no longer feels quite so menacing. The little flame’s slow descent of the wick is not quite so ominous. Clavis feels like the sweetest safety, the most beautiful armor against your fears.
“Thank you,” you sigh as your eyes close. 
His breath is warm against your hair when he answers, his voice as frail as spider-silk. “You’re welcome, my dear. Now sleep, if you can. I’m here.”
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Your eyes blink open slowly. You can feel your eyelids moving, feel the strain as you try to clear away the blurry streaks of sleep still muddying your mind. But all you see is darkness, a black so heavy it feels like it is pressing down on you, a foot to your chest, a burly hand over your eyes.  Panic slowly uncurls throughout your body, hot and stinging like venomous tentacles.  
You bolt upright, throwing off Clavis’s arm which is loose in slumber, and rub at your eyes again, looking frantically around the pitch-black room for any source of light that might combat the heavy blanket of darkness. 
“Wha…..?” His voice is thick with sleep, but the uneven, staccato sound of your breathing is a waterfall of ice water through his system. Without hesitation, he reaches out, stumbling through the dark until he’s found your hand.
“It’s ok…..I’m right here. Close your eyes again.” He speaks evenly, voice calm as still waters, holding your hand firmly but gently. You do as he asks, closing your eyes and your body turns towards him automatically, your free hand reaching for him. He catches it and with exquisite tenderness guides you towards him, pulling you into the circle of his arms. You press your forehead against his shoulder, eyes squeezed closed. His scent surrounds you, the soothing calm of lavender, and you stay there, still as stone, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath you, unconsciously matching it with your own until the panic unhooks itself from your mind, dragging itself back to the mire from which it came.
He’s been talking to you the whole time, one hand reassuringly rubbing the spot between your shoulders, his touch warm against your skin. The dark has never been his friend. How many nights did he fill its dark corners with cries, and then small whimpers, begging for it to bring back his mother. To bring him someone who loves him. How many lonely nights has he endured without a kind touch, a comforting voice. Holding you is the very least he can do to ease your dismay, to keep the dark from drowning someone else in its flood.
Keeping your eyes closed helps. This way it feels like the darkness is a choice you’re making and not something you have to endure. Your breathing slowly evens out and awareness of how close you are now dawns. You are pressed against him, your arms tucked between your bodies, your cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. You should move away, but your body refuses, drawn to the sanctuary of his embrace like a magnet. And with the way his hand is pressed against your back, the other resting on your waist, it doesn’t feel as if he is in any hurry to let go.
“Clavis?”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t trust himself to speak, not with so many different emotions spiraling through his mind, tightening his throat.
The darkness scares you. But it also frees you to speak the question that has been lingering like a specter in your mind since the dance.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?”
You’re so close to him you feel his sharp inhale. Part of you wishes you could look into his eyes, the gilded brightness of them, and search for truth. After all, Clavis is the king of spun-gold answers, beautiful but insubstantial as rainbows after the rain. He can side-step a direct reply like a fencer parrying an opponent’s blow. But now, when he speaks, his voice so close to your ear, there is a hushed truth twined around his words.
“I would never presume that someone like you would want to be that kind of close with someone like me.”
Quiet words, but they hit you like an earthquake. You shift in his arms, using your fingertips to find his shoulder, grasping it. 
“Someone like you? You mean someone compassionate and kind and caring? Someone who puts everyone else first?”
His silence is more telling than any words and you feel when he turns his head away from you and the truth which has left your lips on trembling wings of faith. You slide your hand up until you have the side of his face cupped in your palm and you turn him back in your direction.
“You, sir, may presume that someone like me wants to kiss someone like you. Because I do. Very much.”
It takes a second, several in fact, where your own heartbeat thunders in your ears, before he moves, turning his face into your palm and pressing a kiss there, a delicate, hesitant touch of his lips to your skin that sends your heart into a slow spin. And then you both shift in the total darkness, reaching for each other.
You bump foreheads. 
And then you both laugh, a sound gentle yet bright, a beautiful entanglement of his laughter and yours.
Your name is the last thing he says before your lips meet and your heart spins off the precipice and into the unknown, into the darkness as you kiss. He is achingly gentle, one hand coming up to trace the line of your shoulder and slide up until he is holding the back of your head, a steadying force in the midst of this new, spring-green connection between you. Your fingers grip his upper arm as you sink into the pleasure of simply kissing him. His touch is tender and with every movement of his lips, you feel affection and admiration and attraction blossoming. Each kiss is a blossom of trust. He’s handing you his heart, bruised and battered as it is, and you in turn are promising to keep it safely locked within your own, cherishing it above all other things.
Every kiss lingers just a little longer then the last until in unison you break apart. And this time when your foreheads touch it, it is intentional. 
“Sleep again, my dear,” he murmurs. “I’m here.”
And so you settle back into the safety of his arms. At first you were only eager for morning because it meant getting out of this place. But now you believe morning will have so much more to offer.
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ash5monster01 · 2 months
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Goes On Chapter Two
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Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader
Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.
Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.
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Ridge Academy, NY
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Charlie was wrong in assuming that attending the one study session would get them off his back. They all took his attendance as him wanting to be friends which was the complete opposite of what he wanted. His days now consisted of actively avoiding them, ignoring when they waved him over in class, eating lunch alone in his dorm, and going straight to a private study room after classes in hopes to not be found and be left alone. Even his room mate had been trying hard to get to know him but Charlie didn’t have any interest in getting to know anybody.
Getting to know someone meant getting close to them and getting close meant there was a chance you could lose them. Charlie already knew what it was like, he had friends, and he lost them. Going through that pain again would never be worth it. So the best he had was being the new school loner for the next year and a half. Whether Evelyn, Nate, or the rest of their friends had any say about it. Which is why Charlie knew on Friday nights Nate had chess club and would have the dorm to himself for the rest of the night. Or so he thought.
“What’re you doing here” Charlie spluttered, a bit shocked to see Evelyn laid in Nate’s bed with a book in her hands. He was mainly surprised for her being in the room but even more surprised how natural it was for her to be in a boys dorm bed. Charlie thought those kind of things only happened in dreams.
“Violet and Marty kicked me out of the room if you know what I mean” Evelyn answered, turning to her side and eyes still scanning the page.
“And your only option was to come here?” Charlie asked dropping his bag onto his desk and sliding off his shoes.
“Yes, Nate normally lets me hide out here” Evelyn answered right back and Charlie sighed as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. He did not have time for making friends and trying to act normal about a girl in his dorm room.
“You and Nate are close?” Charlie asked despite everything in him telling him not too.
“Oh, so now someone wants to talk” Evelyn teased but Charlie just shook his head and traded his button down for a black t-shirt. Evelyn realized he wasn’t in the mood for teasing so she quietly sat up. “Super close, known him for what feels like my whole life”
“I guess I’m just not used to girls and guys being friends” Charlie told her, only knowing a life of school boys and crushing on every girl they had an opportunity too.
“I get the feeling you’re not used to a lot of things” Evelyn responded before lying on her back and focusing on her book.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked as he sat down at his desk, pulling out his books to do homework. Cameron would have a heart attack if he could see him now.
“I don’t know, it’s just you’re different is all” Evelyn said and Charlie wished this didn’t peak his interest. He had no business even talking to her but she was the girl in his dorm room. Old Charlie would have been all over that.
“You have no idea” Charlie muttered to himself and Evelyn sighed, annoyed she couldn’t get the boy to just talk to her. He was cute and new, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him somehow.
“Are you ever going to try and make friends or be miserable and lonely the entire time you’re here?” Evelyn asked, finally closing the book she was holding, and sitting up to put her full attention on him. Charlie was surprised by her bluntness, not expecting such an outburst.
“Sadly you won’t like my answer to that question” Charlie told her and Evelyn groaned out loud, hands coming to tug in her hair.
“God, you’re so infuriating” Evelyn was good at making friends, she knew all the right moves and topics of conversation. She liked being someone’s friend but so far Charlie had been impossible. Charlie wanted to laugh, if only she had met him three months prior. He figured she’d be just as infuriated with him then if not more.
“I don’t know why you’re letting me bother you so much. So what I choose to be lonely, it’s what I want” Charlie said turning to face her, feeling something tightening in his chest. It was amusement, something he hadn’t felt in so long. He couldn’t remember the last time he genuinely laughed about something.
“It bothers me because no one wants to be alone, I just think you’re hiding something” she argued back, arms crossing over her chest and Charlie felt the reminder of Neil sear through him and the amusement fade away.
“No one wants to be alone Evelyn, but sometimes you don’t have the choice” he told her, a somber look on his face, and turned back to his desk where he would proceed to ignore her. Evelyn felt something shoot through her heart as he said her name for the first time but even more she was affected by what his words had meant.
“Why do you hate Pritchard?” Evelyn asked, eyes falling on the english textbook on his desk. Charlie stiffened, surprised she had remembered his small outburst from the first day of class.
“I don’t hate him, I just think he’s stupid” Charlie told her, still working on the homework in front of him.
“How could he be stupid, basically the whole textbook is based on him” Evelyn asked and Charlie sighed, hands running through his hair.
“He’s stupid because he found a way to scale poems based on immaterial things when a poem is good as long as it comes from somewhere inside of you. No scale or fancy doctor should be the one to tell you if it’s good or not” if Evelyn wasn’t surprised with Charlie before she sure was now. All she could do was sit there and let his words sink in because truly she had never thought of it like that before. She hadn’t thought of anything in life like that before. She always looked to confirmation from others and just now she was realizing the entire time the only person who had to tell her she was good enough was herself.
“I suppose you’re right” is all she says after a beat before laying back down on Nate’s bed and listening to Charlie’s pencil scratch across his paper. She hated how much he bothered her and yet gave her little to nothing about himself at all. As of right now though she knew Charlie was no ordinary boy, he was something else entirely.
“Evelyn?” Nate’s voice fills the room, eyes glancing quickly between her and Charlie to determine the vibe of the room. He couldn’t bare it if she was here for him.
“Hey, there you are” she smiles softly, a sort of sadness to her eyes.
“Yeah, I had chess club remember” he tells her, dropping his things on the floor and moving to sit at her feet on the end of his bed.
“Violet and Marty kicked me out, I was hoping we could get dinner” she smiles at him, hand locking around his wrist and giving it a squeeze.
“Yeah, that sounds nice. Let me change” Nate tells her, eyes glancing to Charlie who continued to ignore them both like they weren’t even there.
Nate removed his school uniform quickly, Evelyn hiding behind her hands and giggling like a school girl. Which after all, she was. Charlie hated the way his heart constricted at the sound of her giggles. If he was the man he used to be he would’ve killed to get to know her and now here she was practically begging to be friends and he couldn’t even look her in the eye.
“Want to come with dude?” Nate asked as he slipped his Ridge crewneck on and Charlie shook his head, eyes flashing to the picture of his friends on his desk.
“I’m okay, have some homework to finish up” and Charlie didn’t miss the sigh that escaped Evelyn’s lips as he refused to turn back and look at the two.
“Alright, we’ll see you man” Nate told him as Evelyn hooked her arm with his own and he led her out the door.
“He didn’t bother you, did he?” Nate asked as they pushed out the doors of the dorm floor. Campus was chilly and cold and he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as Evelyn huddled closer to him.
“No, we just talked. Or I at least tried to talk” Evelyn said and Nate snorted, knowing exactly what it was like. He had attempted and failed all week. So much for getting a roommate.
“I think he’s still upset about something, I just don’t know what. It can’t be about his expulsion or he never would’ve told us about that” Nate says and Evelyn nods, trying to think of reasoning herself. What in the world could possibly hurt a seventeen year old boy as badly as it did?
“Maybe give it time, after all it’s only been a week” Evelyn tells him, hands squeezing his bicep and Nate turns to look down at her with a smile.
“Would just be nice to have a best friend” Nate says and Evelyn instantly gasps.
“What am I? Chopped liver?” and laughter bellows from Nate and fills the air around them.
“No, you know what I mean. Like you and Violet. You and me, we’re different” he says and Evelyn furrows her eyebrows.
“How so?” she asks and Nate feels his heart accelerate as he just shrugs.
“I don’t know, it just is” he offers and Evelyn rolls her eyes before accepting this answer, seeing them getting closer to the cafe on campus.
“Well best friend, let’s get some dinner” Evelyn says tugging him inside and he chuckles, allowing her to do whatever she pleased. After all he loved her. So they laugh over a split sandwich, and spend their Friday night like they always did, but now it somehow felt different.
When Nate returned to the room Charlie was in bed, a saxophone cradled to his side, but Nate had a feeling he hadn’t even played it. He offered him a smile as he slipped off his shoes and pulled back the covers of his bed. The comforter still smelled like Evelyn and his heart yearned for the girl he had been in love with for so long. Thing was he knew Evelyn was easy to fall in love with and even if Charlie tried his best to avoid her he knew it wouldn’t be long until he fell in love with her too.
“So you and Evelyn huh?” he froze at the sound of Charlie’s voice, as if the new boy had read his mind.
“What do you mean?” Nate asked, trying to hide the shake in his voice.
“Just, seemed like you two were a thing” he told him, moving the saxophone down to its case beside the bed.
“No, we’re just friends. Have been for a long time” Nate said and Charlie nodded, arms folding up behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
“She’s a real spitfire. Hounded me the whole time she was in the room” Charlie said after a moment and Nate snorted in laughter.
“Sounds like her. She’s always been tough like that” Nate says fondly, knowing it was one of the very reasons he’s loved her the last few years.
“I like tough. I used to be tough” the sentence is the most personal insight Charlie had given him all week and he freezes at the notion. How do you even respond to that.
“I have a feeling you still are Charlie, it takes someone tough to be so reserved” and his words hurt Charlie more than expected. He hadn’t meant to be so cold towards everyone but he wasn’t prepared to be a good friend. He still woke up with nightmares every night.
“It takes being broken to find yourself desperate to be alone” Charlie told him before rolling on his side and facing the wall. His back to him proved the discussion was over and Nate sighed before reaching for the lamp on his nightstand. With a single click they were enveloped in darkness and Nate wondered what made Charlie so afraid of being seen in the light.
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As the world caves in
Phobos x gn!reader
Fluff/romance with future angst.
The day was winding down, the sun slowly dipping down to create a perfect evening glow, the breeze lightly rolling pleasantly over skin causing goose flesh to rise. A tall shadow figure was pulling the windows closed, ready to lock up for the night.
He spared a glance at you, his golden eyes and glasses still giving you an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Or perhaps that's the feeling everyone gets when close to an Employer. You spared him a nod in greeting and he returned the favour, the knot of dread slowly unravelling.
Continuing on, you noticed each room as you passed, each dark and empty, devoid of life until the next morning. The only companion you had now was the quiet and ever present hum of the dull lights overhead. At the end of the hallway was your goal, the elevator that would take you to the peak of the Nexus science tower.
The doors opened as you approached, the guard in the elevator eyed you up as usual, there were a couple guards, and this one was the less friendly of them. The other would spare you a smile, or make polite little conversation, but this one was a brick wall of a man. He simply hit the button for the top floor. The silence was thick and overbearing.
You came out as the door opened, Phobos staring out of his window as the sun started to set on Nexus City. "Hello Director." You greeted him, stepping up to his office. His head turned, single eye piercing you S-3LF. He grunted in reply, taking a cursory glance around the empty room, before he softened and placed his oversized hand on your cheek, his nail lightly grazing your cheek.
"My favourite mortal, how kind of you to come and see your God, unpaid and after hours. Such loyalty should be expected." His arms wrapped around you, pulling your smaller body up onto his lap as he sat down, nuzzling into your hair with his chin. "My beloved."
Phobos was arrogant to high hell, a bit of a sadist and sometimes downright cruel without mercy. But something drew you into him, a twinge of gentleness, a hidden tenderness buried deep inside his mind.
"It's near impossible to keep myself from indulging you each moment of the day, you are far above these pathetic mortals. You and I... Are something beyond them."
"Phobos.... Will you dance with me?"
My feet are aching, and your back is pretty tired.
Phobos' body was incredibly warm, pressed against yours as you two slow danced together. Intimacy with him was rare, both of you working hard to further your mutual goals. Both of you loved and cared for each other, that much was obvious when you were alone together.
And we've drunk a couple bottles babe, and set our grief aside.
"I love you," The words slipped from your mouth, and Phobos smiled under his bandages. "I love you too, my darling, and it's time I showed it to all. You will be promoted, serve under me and be worshipped by those under us. You will marry me." It wasn't a question, it was an expectation. A command from the God Emperor himself.
"I will." You replied, blindly loyal and madly in love.
The papers say it's doomsday, the button has been pressed. We're gonna nuke each other up boys, till old Satan stands impressed.
You moved in step as the pair of you slow waltzed around his office, two souls bound together deep enough that you knew each movement. "You will have the largest diamond I can find, sparking envy of those below us. Only the best for my love."
And here it is, our final night alive.
"Anything you gift would be fill them with envy, because your loyalty lays with me and not them. They would kill to be worshipped in the same way you worship me." Your hands tugged his bandages away, embracing his face as passion overtook you, lips locking together in a deep kiss.
And as the earth burns to the ground...
Oh girl, it's you that I lie with, as the atom bomb locks in.
Yes it's you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.
Tomorrow, things would change forever.
Tonight you danced and kissed.
Tomorrow Nexus will fall under the power of a one man rebellion.
Tonight you and Phobos embraced in his bed chambers, safe in his arms.
Tomorrow, both of you will die.
As the world caves in.
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From Fx to a D // Professor Damiano AU! x Fem! Reader
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Pairing: Damiano x reader
Summary: Y/N was never good at learning foreign languages. It got even harder when the most handsome man she has ever seen started teaching her Italian class and got her distracted all the time. He seemingly noticed her interest in him and one trip to the library lead into something more interesting...
Warnings: SWEARING, SMUT, PUBLIC SEX, UNI TEACHER-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP, PROBABLY INCORRECT ITALIAN WORDS/PHRASES (I used Google translate because I am too embarrased to ask my italian learning friends to help me with smut lol), ALSO BARELY PROOFREAD BC I AM STUPID AND NEED TO RUSH THINGS
Y/F/N - your friend's name
Y/L/N - your last name
IT IS FINALLY HERE!
Yes, I promised it would come out on Monday but I literally cannot grasp the concept of time. Managing it is really something I need to work on. But I hope no one is that mad at me. Now, let's enjoy this trip to horny-town, shall we?
ENJOY!
Don't forget to leave any sort of feedback and reblog if you like it!
You couldn't keep your eyes off him.
You weren't able since the first day of last semester. When he walked through the door, his messy hair and white shirt with few buttons undone on the top, you knew you were screwed. He looked like a roman god. Straight out of historical romance novels. The perfect little stubble showing on his face made your mind wander off many times. Wondering, how would it feel scratching against your thighs, with him between them. Oh, how many nights you thought about him leading you to the professors' lounge and after closing the door, slamming you against them and not having any mercy.
You had no chance.
You had to keep reminding yourself to get out of these little daydreams. To actually pay attention to his words, you had to fight yourself every Tuesday afternoon. You were never that good at Italian and ever since this distraction in a human form walked into your life, it got even harder. Hell, if some higher powers weren't in your favour, you probably would have been out of this school already. But to have the chance to keep looking at this man, that was a motivation for you to at least pass.
The silence all around pulled you out of your thoughts. Upon realising that everyone was staring your direction, you turned your head up. There he was, looking at you. Patiently waiting for your answer to the question he had previously asked.
After a few seconds, which felt like eternity, he gave you a smile and moved on to get the answer from someone else. You started blushing from the embarrasment. Your friend sitting next to you noticed and playfully hit you with her elbow, while raising a brow at you. She obviously knew about this little crush and always made jokes about how the two of you should just get a room already. You always rolled your eyes, knowing deep down thats what you wish for.
The next round of questions started and you saw your teacher going down the line, all of your classmates answering one by one. When you knew it would be your turn next, your heart began racing.          You were quickly counting through the questions, to see which you would have to answer, so you wouldn't embarass yourself even more.
„Signorina Y/L/N, domanda numero 6, perfavore.“
He set his hand on the table in front of you, supporting his body weight as he was leaning a little bit. Tattoos peaking from under his rolled sleeves, you had to push away the sinful thoughts once again.
You looked up at him, trying not to stumble over your words.
„Domanda numero 6? La ri-risposta corrette è b: il fiume,“ you quickly got out of yourself, while feeling the sweat dripping down your body.
„Corretta, not corrette, Y/N, otherwise, good enough,“ he switched to english now, and you earned yourself another sweet smile from him. You were glad that you finally got something right but also that the torture was almost to be over for another week or so.
After Y/F/N answered her question, he decided to finish the lesson, as an hour and half already passed.
„Alright guys, let's wrap it up. You dont get any homework, as there is going to be the test I already told you about next week, so you better study hard,“ he paused, as  everyone started getting up from their chairs already, making a lot of noise as they were packing up their belongings.
„And...,“ he raised his voice.
„...don't forget to lend the book Compiti Italiani 2, it can seriously help you.“ He finished the class by picking all of his books up, walking towards the door.  He let everyone pass through, before walking out of the class himself.
You and Y/F/N said your goodbyes and each went different ways. Yours lead to the library.
Your teacher semeed to be following the same path.
//
Upon arriving to the library door, you noticed that it seemed to be closed. You couldn't see people moving inside, not even the librarian. It seemed quite unusual that the library would be closed at this time, it was usually opened everyday until 18:00. It was barely 16:00.
You shook the handle and checked for the opening hours sign, just to be sure.
The sign was showing exactly what you thought.
It was still closed though.
You weren't happy about the situation but there was nothing you could do, so you decided to go home. As you turned away, you started rambling through your tote bag. It was always full of things and you could never find your wireless headphones. You were slowly walking, crunched to the side, still picking on random things, to find the plastic box. As you took a few more steps, you noticed a figure in front of you.
Upon turning your head up, you noticed your handsome italian professor standing there. He was playing with a set of keys, turning them at their hoop around his fingers.
„Exemplary student, I see. Running to borrow the book I mentioned straight after the class,“
He smiled, while slowly walking towards you. Your heart started pounding, but thanfully, he just passed you to get to the door.
„I didn't know you're in charge of the library, Mr. David. Where is Mrs. Andrews?“ you were geniuenly curious.
While trying to unlock the door, he turned his body halfway to face you.
„She is still in charge of the library, but I volunteered to take her place when she has to bring her daughter for a checkup at the doctor, which is every other week at this time. You know, I get credits for it and it's not that hard of a job,really.“
You almost forgot that he was just a student like you. The only difference is that he was currently working on his Doctorate degree and in order to achieve it, he had to teach some classes as well. Credits were definitely something good to have more of.
When he finally got the door unlocked, he made his way behind them. Holding them open with one hand, gesturing for you to come through with the other.
As you marched foward, you felt his eyes looking you up and down. While walking over the threshold, you heard his voice behind you.
„And outside of the class, it's Damiano for you.“
Did he really just suggest for you to call him by his first name?  
You quickly gave him a smile while speeding your walk to get to the shelves, so you can look for the books you need and get the hell out of there.
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Soon, a few more people started coming through the door. They were sitting down to study or simply trying to find the books they want. It was taking you surprisingly long time to get to the titles you were looking for to help with your school work, but you didnt want to ask your teacher, you would rather die on the spot.
You spent a good 10 minutes going slowly over the section of letter „C,“ but didnt see any copies of the Italian book left. Thinking your classmates already took all of them, you were slowly losing hope. You slid over to the frame on the right, moving on to find a book for your sociology finals.
Scanning the shelves with your eyes, looking for the letter „S,“ the dark figure appeared next to you once again.
„Need any help?“ he asked you generously.
Oh well, you didn't want to ask him at first. But since he was already standing there, you decided to give it a shot.
„Maybe.“
He started walking away from you, signaling you to also leave the cubicle made out of shelves.
„Well, maybe Compiti italiani is in a different section, you're not in the language department, signorina.“
You were following him to the other side of the library, but this comment made you pause for a split second and roll your eyes. He was following you to the cubicle in the furthest corner of the room. You really just wanted to get this over with and come back the next day, when the usual librarian would be back.
Then, Damiano, as he asked you to call him, walked between the two giant shelves and you kept following him. Stopping in front of the middle one, you started scanning the section of the letter C once again.
„Thank you, I can handle from now on.“
Something didn't seem right as he didn't leave after what you just told him. In fact, he got even closer. You didn't know if you were scared, purely annoyed or even a little bit aroused. You just barely got to notice that the books on the shelves were about history, when he turned you around in one swift movement. You dropped your bag on the ground in a response, hoping your glass water bottle didn't shatter.
He pinned you against one of the book cases, roughly holding your hands above your head.
„And maybe, I lied about the book being here,“ he smiled at you while intertwining his hands with yours.  He started placing a few kisses on your neck, leaving you in complete state of shock.
„What is going on?“ you were trying to get an answer while holding in a moan.
„Shhhh, we're in a library, remember?“ he commented between the kisses. „a bad student like you needs to be put in her place.“
You were fighting the urge that was growing inside of you and weakly tried to push him off. He looked at you, worried, waiting for explanation.
„So you do this with all of the students who get bad marks in your classes?“
„No, just the ones who eyefuck me basically every lesson. C'mon, michetta, you are so desperate for me, I can see it.“
You were practically melting at his words. As pinky blush started appearing on your face, you were trembling. Of course, you wanted him, you would give up anything to have this man fuck you. But in this situation, you were a bit confused.
As the adrenaline kicked in, you reached out your shaking hands and pulled him back to you by his arms. He had this suggestive smile on his face and you knew very well that he had unspeakable intentions. You reached your neck up and got your mouth close to his ear.
„Well then, fuck some of the italian into me, Damiano.“
„Volentieri“ he winked at you and finally pressed his mouth against yours. You kissed back as one of your hands made its way out of his grip. It trailed into the back of his head, carefully caressing his hair. You finally had the chance to fully give in and pushed your tongue even further into his mouth.
Damiano started leaving little trail of kisses from your mouth, traveling down your cheeks and chin. Finding his way to your neck again, he was bitting on little bits of your skin, which made a moan escape your mouth involuntarily. He quickly put a hand over your mouth, so students in the front wouldnt hear you.
He hiked one of your leg sup to his torso, which made you automatically wrap it around him. Sliding his hand up your thigh, he found his way towards your underwear. He brushed his fingertips right between the outline of your labia, feeling the increasing wetness in your panties. You felt a little laugh against your neck.
„Do you leave my class this wet every week? Or is it just the thought of me fucking you in a place we shouldn't that has gotten you so excited?“ he looked deep into your eyes while still caressing you through the soaking fabric. Not giving you time to respond, he leaned in to slip his tongue into your mouth once again. He let go of your leg and his hand trailed up to the hem of your panties, pulling them down. He bent over, taking them off completely and putting them in the pocket of his blazer afterwards.
„We'll see if you're good enough of a girl to get them back after this,“ he said with a hint of arrogance in his tone.
This got you so worked up, making you want to show how well you can behave for him. You grabbed the man by his shoulder, turning him around, so he's the one leaning against the book casing. Almost smashing him against it, he let out a silent suggestive grin. It seemed like he could read your mind, knowing about your plans. You dropped to your knees in front of him, trying not to lose any eye contact. Reaching hands to his belt, you tried to unbuckle it fast so you could get what you wanted. Unfortunately, the belt had no intention of coming undone. Upon seeing you struggle, Damiano finally put you out of your misery by helping you.
Once the brown belt around his pants and his zipper were open, you pulled them down to his ankles. This action left you with his intense boner showing right through his boxers in front of your face. It has taken you back to the many nights you imagined getting this view. Kneeling in front of the man built finer than any renaissance building in Rome. Ready to take him all in, it really felt like you're dreaming.
His boxers finally joined the pants down at his feet and you were left with a view that you never had before. He wasn't the biggest in the world, but still way bigger youve ever seen in your life. For a second, you were worried if you would even be able to fit him all in your mouth.
But what better way to find out than give it a try, right?
The question followed your worries and you dived straight in. You gave him a last good look up, seeing him waiting in anticipation. Grabbing his lenght with your right hand, you immediately realised you needed some kind of lubrication. You spat right on his tip and smeared it all over, which quickly turned into giving him slow strokes. This has already earned you an expression  from him, being interested in what youll do next. You started picking up the pace, trying hard not to make the sloppy sound. Your hand was sliding up and down, getting faster and you were joyfully looking at his face in pure bliss. You decided to give him a little bit more of a show and quickly switched the hand for your mouth.
„Cazzo.“
Going at the same tempo as before finally got a moan out of him that he was struggling to hold in for so long. Hearing him speak in italian had some kind of effect on you and you started to feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter. You were speeding up, jerking your lips around his cock as fast as you could. Damiano was definitely enjoying it, fighting himself not to be any louder. You wanted to finally have him inside of you, so you took a next step.
Stopping this activity, you reached for your bag that you previously dropped onto the ground. After ramaging through all of your belongings, you found the condom you have thrown in a few months ago „just in case.“
„Always prepared to get fucked but rarely for an italian exam, I see,“ he smiled at you.
„You know, I'm naturally talented at the first option. The second one? Not so much.“
You took the condom out of it's wrapper and carefully rolled it out on his cock. When you got up from the ground, you immediately found yourself pressed against the wall once again. Damiano wasted no time, passionately kissing you. This time, he wrapped the leg around his core himself.
„Let's see if youre right about that, bella.“
He roughly pushed himself into you, which made some of the shelves shake. There was no adjusting period, he was pounding you at the speed of light. This tempo made you light headed, you were rolling your eyes back. There was clearly sweating rolling down his face, which made you aroused even more. You still couldnt believe this was happening but tried to be present in the time and place. You were whinning, practically melting into his body as he was fucking you. He reached his hand to shut your mouth once again.
„How I wish you could scream my name right now, begging me to fuck you harder. Unfortunately, bad girls like you have to be quiet because they can't learn their fucking lesson.“
In one swift movement, he turned you around, forcing you to bend over. With one of his hands still on your mouth and the other hiking your skirt up, he entered you from behind. You let out a muffled moan against his palm, as you felt him deep inside of you. Your walls clenching around his cock made him seem short of breath. He was pounding you while being completely pressed against you. You were slowly losing yourself to him.
He moved the hand from your back to your cunt. Without warning, he started rubbing your clit fast, matching the speed of his thrusts. You were being tipped over the edge and it seemed like he knew that you were getting close.
„Sborra per me, puttana,“ he growled at you in italian. Although you didn't understand, it was the last push you needed. This killer combination made you come undone with another muffled cry.
You felt a few more thrusts until he came himself, his whole body shaking into you.
When you were both done, you stayed in your place for a minute, just catching your breath and processing whatever just happened. You were absolutely in bliss after this scenario, which seemed like cropped out of your pornsite search history. It has definitely taught you a lesson or two, but you maybe didnt want to admit it to him.
You heard his pants buckled behind you, so you finally decided to face him. He still looked great, if not better, with messy hair and his shirt all creased up.
„Well, you definetely got a part of italian fucked into you. Was that enough for you to start studying for my lessons or do you want to fail, so you can keep on salivating in my classes?“
„I admit, it made me rethink my past decisions, but also if I wasn't bad at learning foreign languages, I wouldn't have a gorgeous  italian man fucking me in the back of a library, so I guess it was fine after all.“
You grinned at him, sticking your tongue out.
He pulled you closer to him by your waist, passionately kissing you one more time.
„What if I keep fucking you, maybe in my place or yours, and we might get to some tutoring in between, hm?“ he raised an eyebrow suggestively.
„Sounds like a deal to me.“
You quickly collected yourself, grabbing your bag off the ground, straightening your skirt down. Soon you realised that you had no underwear on.
„Do I get my panties back, please?“ you looked to Damiano one more time.
He just giggled and shook his head.
„When you pass my class, at least with the D mark, you can have your underwear back.“
He immediately walked off, heading towards the front of the library. You also got out of the cubicle, burning up with embarrasment. You really didn't want anyone to think youre sleeping your way to a better grade. On the other hand, you were still so happy about what just happened that you didnt want to care about other people.
Seemingly, there were only two students left, both with headphones on. Looked like film majors editing their final projects so there was a low chance they heard anything.
You made your way to the door, as Damiano was already behind the librarians desk. As you were about to pass through, he jogged around the table to quickly get to you.
„Not even saying goodbye to your teacher? That is rude,Y/N“ he frowned  his face at you. You playfully hit him into his arm.
  „Well, Mr. David, you didn't seem to care about 'rude' when you were fucking one of your students in the school building, but let's talk about that later, shall we?“
He bit his tongue and smiled at you. After that, he handed you a piece of paper with his number and adress on it. It also said „TUTORING“ on top, which made you smile as well.
You nodded your head and waved to him, knowing you couldn't kiss him goodbye, as there were already two sets of eyes on you. You just dissapeared through the door frame and went your own way.
Replaying of the scene that just occured in the library didn't stop in your head until you fell asleep, thinking about the right time to call him about your first tutoring session.
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isakvaltersnake · 8 months
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first watch was for me, now second watch for THOUGHTS
Act 1:
obsessed with the way they turn into each other when the cake is coming down slash how Henry slips into Alex when getting up
zahra is so hot my goD I want her to top me
Henry showing off in his fuck boy raybans and fancy vintage car YOU WANT HIM TO WANT YOU SO BAD ITS EMBARRASSING
Henry’s soul leaving his body at “Vicky 👊”
Henry being turnt by the way alex smells
Henry’s “I need to get out of here” upon first meeting alex and deeply understanding that this beautiful boy could ruin the charred remains of his heart if he let him
Henry IMPOSSIBLY AND HOPELESSLY CHARMED
straight up FUCK miguel
Henry using bitmojis is how you really textually understand he has like 1 friend
Henry is so bad at dancing oh baby you would’ve been laughed out of a middle school gym with those moves
why am I mad that everyone got low at the wrong part of the song
ALEX WANTS TO LOOK COOL IN THE RED ROOM SO BAD ITS EMBARASSING
THE LOOK WHEN HENRY LEAVES ALEXS ROOM FUUUUUUUUCKING HELL
Act 2:
the fucking polo scene. Alex so horned up, Henry so sweaty. chefs kiss
henry infinitely smoother than alex wow
only momentarily AND ALEX TOOK THAT AS A CHALLENGE
Henry playing with that fucking ring like it’s a noose around his neck
ALEX FFS ACT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN SOMEWHERE BEFORE
this sex scene actually just being a clean demonstration of two people who fill each other with so much comfort and peace engaging in a physical act of love wowwww they invented romance wtf
I do love this alex in texas side quest seeing as there wasn’t time for the book storyline
SHOULD I TELL YOU THAT WHEN WE’RE APART YOUR BODY COMES BACK TO ME IN MY DREAMS
giggling during sex is peak romance these nerds are IN LOVE
HE SAID NO SO FAST THESE NERDS ARE IN LOOOOOVE
“look at us now” and the way I yelled DIVORCED OSCAR?!
“it won’t even matter if anyone sees us” the way you could see henrys heart shatter in real time jesus
i felt myself getting too close and i didn't want to break his heart. henry, my love, baby girl, boo boo the fool.
Act 3:
BECAUSE IT COSTS YOU NOTHING. No Henry in fact this is costing me everything. Kwjakasnsnkanskamskkaksjmsbwkkss
I will not trade one prison for another SORRY THE ANGST GIRLIES ARE EATINGGGG
sorry but if the love of my life ever danced with me in a low lit museum and told me he would try to be brave for us I would simply cease to exist
low key lmao and well done @ Alex’s grip on Henry in bed cause the last time they slept together Henry snuck out in the middle of the night and ghosted him for a week straight
ngl I hate that they didn’t even get a phone call before the speech
ok so i didn't get america he is my choice but i did get i fell in love with a person who happens to be a man and that man happens to be a prince
baby he says like I haven’t been waiting like an hour and a half to hear it
Alex watching Henry play piano oh honey he is never beating the competency kink allegations
stephen fry Alex already admitted it what’s your endgame my dude
Henry leaning back to talk back to his gramps like he was going into sport mode was v sexy actually
THE FINGER TOUCHES
straight up Rachel Maddow with more lines that pez, she should’ve had her own promo
Henry with the hand hold/hand in the crook of alex’s arm combo was so baby girl of him I couldn’t be prouder
they traded the key and the ring back cause it was only til they could have all of each other again and now they can pls kill me this is the end
do you think anyone noticed? I hate him so much omfg
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sluttyhollow · 1 year
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Garden
Ken “Draken” Ryuguji
Can you remind me of my gravity? Ground me when I'm tumbling, spiraling, plummeting down to Earth You keep me down to Earth
Warnings: fluffy smut, feelings, reader has anxiety, talks of toxic relationships, weed smoking, past Draken and Emma, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets pick up, reader has fem anatomy no pronouns, use of honey/love dubcon (?) just in case because they were smoking, consent implied but not explicitly given, let me know if I missed anything
Notes: this is part of @sirenh4ll’s sza collab for Garden! You don’t have to listen to the song while reading but it does set the mood. I had a lot of fun writing this. As always, reader is implied as black! No descriptors used though so feel free to read.
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You were never one for fairy tail romance or relationships. Dealing with other people was never easy for you. Riddled with a brain that didn’t produce enough serotonin and an amygdala that reacted so often your body was always in a constant state of restlessness you usually kept to your self. So when you did find people that you could connect with you attached yourself to them and stayed with them as long as they were supposed to remain in your life. This lead to a series of toxic friendships and partners that sucked every ounce of who you were from you until you were nothing more than a shell of your former self. Which is how you ended up here. After your last relationship ended and you graduated you packed up your things and accepted a job that allowed you to move out of your home country to Japan giving you time and space to start over.
Everything wasn’t perfect, no. You still struggled with things, and had your days where you sat in your bed and cried for hours, but it was better than it was. You were growing, learning how to be yourself without repressing yourself or fear. Plus, Being a foreigner people tended to avoid you anyways making it easy for you to matriculate through the streets, to work, and back home without hassle. Everything was going great until you met him. Not that he made things worse, no he undoubtedly made things better, easier, you felt comfortable and that’s why you were scared.
Ken Ryuguji, or Draken, as he insisted you call him the first time you all met on the stairs of your shared apartment building, he lived a few doors down. You two became quick friends as he insisted on showing you around considering you were all alone. As time progressed you two spent hours hanging around each others houses, spending nights out with each other until the sun started peaking above the horizon. You two shared bits and pieces of your lives before your paths converged, never fully allowing the other in. You weren’t eager to make the same mistakes you’d made again, unwilling to bare yourself to him completely just so he wouldn’t disappear like everyone before. Unbenounst to you draken fely the same.
Currently the two of you sat on the floor of your living room passing a lit joint between the two of you. Draken propped up on the floor against the couch right beside your legs that were dangling over the edge. As usuall, in times like these both of you let your guard down just enough to let your mouths move freely with each other.
“You know Kenny, I’m glad I met you. I was fucked up when I got here, felt like I just floating along and then boom you’ve been keeping me grounded ever since” the words just sort of slipped out with an airy giggle at the end.
Smoking always made your tongue a little looser. He had been your saving grace, always coming through when you needed him, even if you never said you did. The man had a sixth sense, felt your turbulence and acted as the pilot to guide you through it. He’d been there to give you sound advice, called you on your bullshit, encouraged you when you needed and pushed against you when he knew you needed him to. Made you stand on your own but was always close enough to catch you. Even let you hang out with his friends and make them your own.
“I don’t think you’d say that if you knew everything about me honey”
“I don’t think you’d think that way if you knew everything about me”
“‘s nothing like my pas- ”
“I like you just how you are now Kenny, that stuff doesn’t matter to me”
“And I’ve stuck beside you this long haven’t I”
Those two encrypted confessions leading your next actions, making them feel like they weren’t your own. Your body instinctually moving from the seat of the couch to rest on his, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling your mouth to meet his, which he easily reciprocated.
He was unhurriedly savoring the way his lips fit against yours, the way your tongues were introducing themselves to each other, hands coming to clasp behind your back dragging you just that much closer to him. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been thinking about this, not initially but days spent with you had left him in need of making his thoughts tangible. After his messy breakup with Emma, he didn’t think he’d be willing to trust another person to be in his life in that way again. But with you it was easy, you didn’t want anything from him which made it so easy for him to give you everything that he saw you needed and deserved. He wanted to pick up your pieces, see the rest of what you hid within your little garden, and help you make it grow.
Pulling himself away from you just enough to push a few words through the space “ready to be mine ‘s forever or nothing” instead of words you pushed your mouth back against his in response. Bending his legs and pushing himself up to stand still holding you in his arms he walked the path down to your room in the back of the apartment. Lips never leaving yours all the way, before flopping you onto the bed causing you to giggle. Without wasting much time, he looped his fingers into the band of the sweats you had been wearing and pulled them down your legs, grabbing your underwear in the process. Reaching up to remove your shirt and toss it over your head before reaching to take his own off as well.
His hands, rough from years of mechanic work, roamed across your body before spreading your legs apart. He fixed you with a look, giving you another chance to back out which you declined with the slight incline of your head, before dipping his head and attaching himself onto your arousal. A deep moan left your mouth, he was everywhere. Hands still exploring your body, tongue writing love notes across your clit before taking exploratory licks into your hole, his eyes locked on the expressions flittering across your face. It was too much, his ministrations leading you into your first orgasm faster than anyone, yourself included, had ever done before. Ensuring he drank everything you gave him he placed a small kiss on your clit before making his way back up your body to meet your lips again.
“pants off now” a whine of words, more than anything but unwilling to make you wait any longer he quickly disregards his pants and underwear in one motion leaving him exposed to you. He was pretty. Sized perfectly for his tall and lean frame, veins leading their way towards a perfectly pink tip. Grabbing your legs, looping his hands around your knees pushing them up to meet the sides of your chest and lining himself up with your now throughly dripping hole he slides himself in to the hilt not giving you much time to adjust to him as synchronized moans rack through both of your bodies.
“S-so good for me baby, jus fits in you so perfect” his hips start moving, just barely enough to be a noticeable amount of friction but also just enough to have constant stimulation hitting that one little spot inside of you. “Feels soo good hugging my dick so tight love” constant streams of his praises falling into your ears causing your second orgasm to rip it’s way through you without warning. The constrictive pulsing of your walls around him sending him over the edge just after you. Draining every drop of himself into you before pulling out to watch it drip out and down towards the sheets. Using his tongue to capture the fallen droplets and kissing your sensitive clit he finally dropped you legs and laid beside you.
Arms wrapping around your body to pull you into him, eyes meeting yours filled with a deep affection you were sure you missed before “you know I love you right” looking in his eyes you were sure you believed him, how could you not “when you say it like that, I don’t think I could believe anything else” returning his embrace with a small “I love you too” mumbled into the planes of his chest.
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13tinysocks · 9 months
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A nonexhaustive list of creepypasta x reader ideas ive had over the years and will never write. Please feel free to steal them and write them.
Red Eye
Coffee shop + slender mansion au. Yn is a lone night shift barista. The creepypasta(s) of your choice comes in every night for a red eye right before closing. Gotta fuel up before chasing down idiots who wandered in the woods. 
 Anyone whos worked customer service has felt a little homicidal before. After weeks of dealing with a shitty customer who management has done nothing about, yn takes matters into their own hands. By smashing their head in with a stovetop expresso maker. The creepypasta sees this though yn is unaware. Expecting them to be like any other human, the pasta thinks the next time the shop’s open yn wont be there. They’ll probably turn themselves in. Whatever.
But there’s no break in business for investigation and yns working there the next night. Upon realizing yn cleaned up the scene and is going on like nothing happened, the pasta’s interest is thoroughly peaked. Especially when another shithead customer gets brained a few weeks later. Realizing there’s a new serial killer in town, the pasta is more than interested but infatuated. 
Dead by Daylight
Slender mansion au + Splendorman
Slenderman had proxies that hunted and killed but what about Splendorman? Had always been the opposite of his stuffy older brother. When visiting after his domain collapses, he brings along his proxies. To which slender’s housemates/proxies were unaware existed. 
Splendor’s proxies are different. They don’t kill to feed him. They survive to feed him. Splendor puts them in near constant mortal peril for his own entertainment and sustenance. Be it randomly spawning them in the wilderness, sending random attackers after them, or straight up slicing off limbs. Most of his proxies don’t last a week. But yn has for years. Grizzled and exhausted, yn is a ruthless survivalist. They to keep the others alive but those stupid assholes never listen. There’s maybe one or two other proxies but they’re just this weeks cannon fodder. 
Splendor convinces Slender to let their proxies play. AKA “Hey! Your proxies should hunt mine down and try to kill them! Who ever has the best proxies wins this (slenders domain). Wouldn’t that be funny!” Except the game is contained to be only inside the vast slender mansion. 
Fun dynamics ensue. Cat and mouse. Splendor has a time out twice a day for a few minutes. Which really makes things awkward when a pasta is about to kill yn and they have to let them go because breaking the rules on their end means death. Ensue awkwardly eating lunch in the same room after trying to kill eachother. Okay, time outs over. Yns already gone. 
A rivalry esc romance blossoms from there. They def hatefuck. 
Meat Is Me
EJ x reader
Life hadn’t gone the way you wanted. Now you were working as a mortuary assistant. Work was gruesome but not that bad. Until money gets tight at work and you’re alone, finishing cleaning up after the boss went home. Strange people come into the mortuary, family, with fists full of cash to spend just another hour with their loved one alone.
Afterward, you don’t think that was a family member but you’ve made one month’s rent in a single night. He keeps coming back. He tells other freaks. They come in the night when you’re alone. You have to hide the things they do to the bodies from your boss. Sometimes they take pieces. But at least your pockets are well lined. It was almost worth it until he came in.
He hid his face. You thought he was more shameful than the other necro-freaks. When you go to check on the body after he’s had his time with it. Fuck. He’d re-opened the chest cavity you so skillfully sewn shut post-autopsy. Everything was fucking gone. Worst of all? He skipped on paying you.
You manage to hide it from the boss. But he keeps coming back. He keeps taking more and more. You can’t go to the cops about him skimping your cash, you weren’t doing the most legal shit either. But you were too pussy to do anything about it. Especially after you walked in on one of his sessions and found a gray-fleshed monster eating strings of tendon from the body. 
How the hell are you going to get out of this one? 
The Archive
Just a magnus archive au where yn is John and the creepypastas are the fears. Think about it ok.
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kirwell · 5 months
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BEAMBARK HEAD MEDICINE-CAT ⊱ HOWLINGCLAN ⊰
|| FEMALE || SENIOR (128 MOONS)
|| RIGHTOUS || STRONG (talented swimmer & fast runner) She makes me think of Hawkheart and Yellowfang so much ,, just a big, brawny, moody medicine cat, but her current romance arc is far less tragic and more wholesome,, for now anyway...
lore dump below if that's your thing /ᐠ - ˕ -マ i love her,,
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Howlingclan has been Beambark's home since the dawning of the clan itself, and she's proud to be among their ranks as their dutiful Head-Medicine-Cat. She's the backbone of the clan and lives to see them prosper. She's never gotten along with its leader, Tawnystar, however, dismissive and critical of his choices. Their relationship has only worsened as the seasons have passed, and Beambark fosters a hatred for the HowlingClan leader. Having a close allyship with the senior warriors, she knows she'll have their support if Tawnystar's leadership ever needs to be reevaluated... But she hopes that day will never come, for the sake of the clan.
Beambark has always been faithful to The Code of Old, and doesn't believe that Medicine Cats should ever take mates and have kits of their own. Their focus should be solely set on their clan. However, no amount of personal belief could keep her feelings for warrior Palebreeze from budding and blossoming to a staggering degree. The two have been close companions all their lives and Beambark's most trust ally, but she refused to explore her own feelings with Palebreeze, and hoped the she-cat would take on a mate of her own. It would easier to move on that way... But as the seasons carried on, Beambark and Palebreeze have only gravitated closer in their age, and finally it seemed Beambark could no longer contain her terrible secret. She confessed to Palebreeze of the love she's harbored for her since they were in their prime all those moons ago. Palebreeze laughed. "It's about time! I was waiting for you to get the nerve to finally ask me out."
Having kits of her own had never been an enticing fantasy for the medicine cat, regardless of her feelings on The Code of Old. However, one fateful day while Beambark was looking for herbs near the wetlands, she discovered a young kit as quiet and still as the water he sat by, seemingly abandoned. The radiant sun peaking over the treetops shone through the early morning rain shower, spreading a sheen of beautiful colors, and the kit's eyes sparkled. Beambark could never abandon a helpless kit, and so she guided him back to the HowlingClan camp where he would be cared for. But there was just something about the kit that felt very special to the senior medicine cat... To the surprise of her clanmates, Beambark announced her guardianship over the little kit, and gave him the name Rainbowkit.
- Her name was auto-generated and I never changed it, even though I'm not sure what 'Beam' might represent for her. Maybe her eyes. But 'Bark' is very fitting for this grouchy lady
- Wears red petals in her thick pelt - Cuts in her ear cause she's definitely been in fights - Bringing up Rainbowkit to be her apprentice.
I def will be drawing Palebreeze and Rainbowkit, but I got 29 cats with stories I'm way to invested in, so I'll get there eventually ,,
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gorbo-longstocking · 2 years
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What about first kiss reacts
heh you didn’t specify who so i just put all of the characters in a randomizer >:3 i will be doing this for ever request that has no specification, so do with that info what you will.
papyrus - your first kiss with papyrus will happen a bit late, probably about a month into dating. its very important to papyrus that he gets it right, especially when he has no lips himself. during a date, he’ll get a bit nervous, wringing his hands in front of him. you notice right away, not because of his obvious tic, but because he was so confident before. when you ask him what’s wrong, he confesses that he wants to kiss you but doesn’t know how despite the massive amount of research he did. (his search history is a mess) tell him there’s not way he could mess it up, what’s most important, is that it’s with him. you first kiss with papyrus is chaste, a quick peck. after the first time, he’s obsessed. expect it to be his go-to greeting.
blue - your first kiss with blue could come at anytime. it’ll be a moment when blue looks at you and is absolutely captivated by how wonderful you look. maybe you’re laughing at a silly joke or maybe the light from the street lights highlight your features so perfectly, you nearly blind him. “CAN I KISS YOU?” he asks, before cupping your cheek and drawing you in for a sweet kiss. your eyelashes tickle him and he can’t help but let out a laugh. thank the stars, you almost ran out of breath. wouldn’t want to pass out on him.
lord - your first kiss with lord is a long time coming. it’s almost ridiculous how long its taking him, and you aren’t sure what the problem is. at first you wonder if he’s just nervous, but after four months, and a multitude of signals that you know he saw, it’s a bit frustrating. you’re going to have to kiss him. lord has been overthinking the whole ordeal the entire time. he keeps trying to stage elaborate situations for peak romance and if one thing goes wrong, he’ll chicken out. you lean in, stare into his eyes, and he blinks at you, quiet for the first time that night. when you kiss him, he blushes so hard you can feel the heat from his magic. much to his embarrassment, he lets out a little ‘eep’.
oleander - your first kiss with oleander is passionate. it’ll happen before you start dating. he wants to date you, but knows he isn’t good for you, and no matter how many signals you send, he will pretend like he doesn’t notice. if oleander can help it, he will hold you at arms reach. fortunately, he is a slave to his impulses. he can’t help but get closer to you. he’s absolutely drunk on your presence. every second of every day is full of thoughts of you, and one night when he’s over at your house, all that longing comes crashing down on him at once. he pulls you close, almost ravenous, and kisses you with all the love he tried to keep down. it’s rough, a bit messy, but he’s gentle in the way he holds you close.
hemlock - your first kiss with hemlock leaves you lightheaded. hemlock is not one who can keep his love of you to himself. the second he fell for you, he knew it was over for him. he is devoted, and will follow the relationship at your pace, not his. you’re in the lead, and your first kiss with him is up to you. he will wait as long as you need. when it finally happens, your eyes darting to his lips, he smiles softly and leans in just enough for you to close the distance. he is passionate like oleander, but in a different way. his motions are slow, savoring every bit of you. hemlock doesn’t kiss you, he worships you.
gaster - your first kiss with gaster is awkward. very very awkward, but endearingly so. gaster will try to go in for a kiss at the end of a date. it’s dark, he walked you to your door to make sure you get in safe. he can barely hear what you’re saying because his mind is running at a thousand miles a minute. he leans in for a second, backs out, blinks, leans in again, then backs out yet again. you figure what he’s doing and when he leans in for the third time, you press your lips against him. he jolts back all surprised, as if he hasn’t been trying to kiss you for the past five minutes, a dark blush covering him from head to toe.
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