#that i just flat out forget that all these wonderful romances i love to read about or watch aren't just fantasies of those atteacted to men

[gucciwins]

i miss harry so much :(( could you write a little blurb for us to see what harry and y/n would be up to today? even if it’s only 300 words idc i just need some harry content🥹🫶

had no idea what I wanted to write or if you wanted to see a specific couple of mine but I do hope you enjoy this for now 🥺 love you

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Autumn was his favorite season. 

He loved the cold, always being bundled up in a jumper. Gave him even more of a reason to visit his favorite coffee shop. It didn’t hurt he also got to see Y/N, the pretty barista who always drew a flower by his name. 

It’s actually where he was heading on this drizzly morning. He had finished his workout and thought he deserved a treat. To his surprise, Y/N wasn’t behind the counter waiting to greet him with a bright smile. Of course, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up; he knows she has to get a day off. 

Harry goes to the counter and orders a black americano to match his mood and chocolate croissant. 

“Not big on flavor today?”

He turns around and finds Y/N looking up at him, having overhead his order. “Hi,” he greets in a fluttery breath. Y/N always recommended a drink, but it seemed he didn’t bother today. “Uh, I wasn’t sure what to get.” 

Y/N laughs, “I’m sorry if that’s on me.”

Harry is quick to shake his head. “A bit in the clouds today. Didn’t want to think too hard.” 

“Mhm…”

“Off today?” Harry asks, wanting to keep speaking with her.

“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and wanted a coffee before continuing the day.” 

Harry smiles, “where are you headed, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Y/N steps closer to him. “Oh, I’m headed to the park to do some reading. Nothing exciting.” 

He’s intrigued, though. He wants to ask her what book she’s reading? What is her favorite genre? If she had one, she’d recommend for him. Before he could ask any of those questions, she excused herself to grab her coffee, and Harry thought that was it. He’d go back to admiring her from afar. In came a crowd of people, and he seemed to lose sight of her and instead decided to wait for his coffee and go from there for his day. 

Harry looked around one more time in the buzzing cafe before walking out. He decided to turn right when he heard a yell of his name behind him.

It was Y/N.

She rushed over, her tote bag slipping off her shoulder. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” 

He shakes his head, assuring her it’s okay. 

Y/N brushes her hair back, a sign telling him she’s nervous. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me. Only if you’re free,” she adds. 

Harry bites back his smile, knowing he might have never gained the courage to ask her out, but glad Y/N made the first move. “I’d love to join you.” 

It’s how they find themselves walking to the park and settling onto a dry bench as the morning drizzle seems to have passed. Harry could listen to Y/N talk all day. He learns she has lunch with her parents every Sunday and has a baby tabby named Gus, after her favorite romance character. She shares that while she loves making coffee, it’s a means to an end while she gets through university. Y/N has a year left and knows time will fly by after the holidays. She tells him that she loves jackets and can never go without one. She can also be very forgetful, meaning she’s gone through her fair of keys to her flat. Y/N switched it up on asking him questions, but they always seemed to go back to her, not that she minded. 

“Can I confess something?” Harry tells her after he returns from throwing away their coffee cups. 

Y/N beams at him, “course, Harry.” 

“Uh,” he thought it’d be easier to confess his feelings, but he felt his heart in his throat. “I think you’re amazing, and I’d love to take you on a date,” Harry breathes out.

Y/N feels her face flush at his confession. She places her hand on top of his and gives him a squeeze. “I’d love to go on a date. Though this felt like a date to me.”

Harry agrees but promises their second date will be even better. Y/N excuses herself after seeing the time after giving Harry her number. 

“Don’t make me wait for a text, Harry.”

“Call you tonight? We can plan out our date.” He offers. 

Y/N nods, “sounds perfect.” 

She walks away but pauses a few steps away as if she is debating something because he can ask her if something’s wrong. Y/N walks back over to Harry and places her lips on his cheek. It was a short kiss, but he could feel her lips' softness. Y/N pulls back with a sheepish smile, laughing as she sees Harry’s face turn red. 

“I’ll see you, Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he breathed out, locked in a trance. 

It’d seemed this Autumn would forever hold a special place in his heart. 

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles story #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry style fic rec #harry fluff

[finniestoncrane]

What're the Riddlers' favorite places to cum?

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Riddler Headcanons absolutely lost my shit when i read this anon cos the preview had "place to cu..." and i thought it was cuddle because... i'm obviously forgetting who i am but anyway yeah they all like cumming wherever they can but these are what i think their favs are 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: it's cum so duh...

young justice

favourite place: in your hands

he likes having you on your knees in front of him, with your hands cupped

like you're begging for it, desperate and grateful for whatever you get

seeing the look of delight as he jerks off onto your palms

and whether you lap it up or let it drip onto your body, he's not bothered either way

just knowing you want to have him, and hold him, is plenty for him

btas

favourite place: on your stomach

he definitely likes fucking you while you're on your back

it's to make sure you're completely comfortable and relaxed at all times, part of the pleasure

and it means he gets to see your face, the expressions you make, the eye contact

hopefully it doesn't diminish the romance too much when he pulls out to shoot his load on your stomach

he'll help you clean up afterwards for sure!

unburied

favourite place: tits/chest

dude loves dragging his tip across your nipples it's like his favourite thing

his number one hobby, maybe even more so than riddles (maybe... maybe...)

whether you're laying flat or pressing your flesh together to make a balcony for him to cum onto

he just knows he likes seeing you look up at him, waiting patiently

and he likes when you let it sit there for a while on your soft skin

gotham

favourite place: into a tissue

listen, he cna get pretty freaky, he's a kinky lil due

BUT he's still pretty neat and tidy and controlling

so while he's fine to rut into you and choke you a little while he does so

he's still going to make sure to be respectful and clean when he finally cums, in true dorky fashion

"oh... oopsy... let me just... there we go... and i'll put that in the trash... and... all done! thank you, that was wonderful!"

arkham

favourite place: on your ass/back

fuck you it's my blog and i say that arkham!eddie's preferred position for sex is doggy style

he ruts like a feral disgusting animal and his orgasms are no different

he's wayiting until the last minute and then pulling out, resting his dick and balls on your ass

and letting his cum shoot in thick ropes all over your back

watching is spill back down over your cheeks is the perfect ending too

btaa

favourite place: on your face

you're so beautiful to him, and to paint you with his seed

it's an artistic expression, he swears! to see you covered in his own... romantic expression

(he promises he won't call his cumshot that ever again)

but just... close your eyes and look all sweet and serene

and he'll add the final touches to your perfect visage

twojar

favourite place: on himself

he'd far prefer for you to be riding on top of him, obeying his orders

go faster... go harder... ok stop moving completely just let him take in your body

and then get off! quick! hurry! because he's going to cum now

while you're seated on his thighs, he let's his cock twitch hands free

his cum landing messily all over his chest and abdomen, hoping that you'll make lick it off of him

telltale

favourite place: on your tongue

he's keen to have you on your knees, staring up at him with pleading eyes open and staring

one of his hands wrapped around his cock, pumping it with the head aimed directly at you

the other holding onto your face, chin in his palm, fingers pressed into your cheeks

your tongue stuck out expectantly over your lips

flat and wide to receive as much of him as you possibly can

zero year

favourite place: in your mouth

he's got a bad habit of holding you to him, pressed to the tuft of his red pubic hair

telling you to breathe with your nose and not your mouth

so that he doesn't have to pull out, so he can keep his head pressed to the back of your throat (or as close as he can get)

and then he'll use you, tugging at your hair to move you slightly back and forth

before he cums in your mouth and holds your lips shut till you've swallowed him completely

dano

favourite place: inside of you

he's got breeding kink and cream pie lover written all over his dumb round face

watching himself spill out of you once he's finished

seeing his seed covering your thighs or your entrance or your sheets as it drips from you

the feeling of owning you, of conquering you, of spoiling you

of being with you and inside you long after the orgasm is over

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler #btas riddler

[robynlilyblack]

today was a shit day so can you do a comfort platonic!marauders x fem! reader please? I really love your writing and it always cheers me up 💙

Fuck the party

platonic! marauders x fem! best friend! reader

Summary: After a terrible day y/n forgets about the halloween party later

Warnings: swearing, post-howarts, lil hurt/comfort, quick proofread

A/n: 0.8k words, slight hints of romance with Remus but thats just because I'm in love with him when i read it hehe, I hope you are feeling better now, big hugs and I hope you like it blue x

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It wasn’t anything specific, more of a combination of everything. A Murphy's law kind of day if you will and it resulted in you, now sitting on the couch and sniffling away. You hadn’t changed from your work clothes yet, the multiple coffee stains that painted your shirt were still a little wet but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. So you just sat, wiping the snot on your sleeve of your cardigan, eventually cringing at the amount and having to switch sides

“You should have seen his face!” your head shoots towards the door, recognising your friend's voice immediately “Darlin’ open up. I know it’s early but you gotta see our costumes” Sirius calls through the door, knocking away

Shit, you had forgotten about the party, you all had gotten tickets to it, the party to end all other parties, the biggest wizarding party of the year nigh decade

“One minute!” you say shakily, hoping the door muffles it, however you forget one of your best friends is a literal wolf

“You okay love?” he asks, half amused, half concerned, clearly unsure if your nerves are from doing something embarrassing/getting dressed, or if you’re actually upset

Heading to the mirror near the front door you delay your reply in order to wipe your tears but the puffiness is harder to wipe away and eventually you just sigh and open the front door

“Ta…doll?” James and Sirius were posing with Peter on the formers shoulder but their poses soften and drop the moment they see your shining cheeks, 

Despite your sadness you still giggle a little at their costumes, in particular Pete the ratty parrot

“What happened” Remus steps forward first, taking your hand as you walk back into your flat, Sirius follows along behind while James gently places Peter down so he can shift back before following too

“Bad day” is all you say, sitting back down on your couch, back hunched as Remus takes a seat on your left and Sirius your right

“You need us to kick someone's arse?” James asks as he perches on the coffee table in front of you along with Peter, light amusement in his voice yet you know if you ever asked, that person was in for a world of pain

“Not this time” you let out a small giggle, looking up at your friends before giggling more at Peter “Are you in Pjs?” you wonder

His cheeks tint “In my defence I was planning on being a rat the whole night to avoid human interaction that wasn’t cuddles” he gives you a shrug and smile while James taps his head on the boys shoulder

“No defence needed. I wish I could do that too” you smile but it’s sombre, half hearted, and in all honestly you didn’t want to get off this couch let alone dress up and leave the flat to party 

 “Why can’t you?” James’ hand finds you knee, making you look at him to which you find a sweet smile playing on his lips 

“The party” you remind him, like he isn’t dressed to the halloween version of the nines, like it didn’t take him hours to get ready for something he had been talking about for months

“Fuck the party” he shrugs with a laugh and you look at him wide eyed “Doll it’s just a party”

“But you were all so excited” you argue 

“Yeah” Remus admits with a nod “But it was only exciting when all of us were going. It wouldn’t be the same without you love, we’d miss you” he assures, hand pushing back your baby hairs as he earns hums of agreement from the other boys

Your mouth parts, eyes glasses as you look around you, eyeing all four boys and finding the same understanding and love

“Aww darlin” Sirius leans forward, pinching his sleeve to gently wipe away your tears “It’s okay”

“Sorry” Remus feels the need to whisper, nervous his good intentioned statement upset you as he kisses your temple

“Don’t be” you shake your head, hand finding his “Just feel very lucky” you give them all a grateful smile

“Trust me we feel the same” Remus softly flicks his thumb over your cheek 

“Right then” James stands up “I’ll head back to our flat and grab some pjs for the three of us” he motions towards himself, Remus and Sirius before turning to Peter “Wormtail you’re in charge of the pillow fort” he instructs to which Peter smiles so wide “Moony you get the snacks ready and those muggle movies...” Remus nods “and Pads you…” James starts but Sirius is already on it, shifting into a dog and nudging his nose into your arm in order to get cuddles which you happily accept, letting him lay across your lap, legs in the air as one of your arms holds him close and the other gives him a belly rub 

“What should I do?” you ask a little dazed but feeling so much better with the knowledge your night will be spent watching cheesy horror movies with your friends 

“Nothing love just sit and look pretty” Remus says nodding with James, Peter and Patfoot to which you shy away and grin like an idiot

Thank you for reading ♡

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[zalrb]

As someone who read the RWRB book, I was disappointed in the film. Because yeah a lot of the book's sex scenes are vague and fade to black, but the film made everything between Henry and Alex really serious. Like, the whole Tack Room scene after the polo match? That was one of my favourite parts of the book! Because it's so lighthearted and fun, and not just jumping straight into the sex. Because Alex is still in his "love-hate" phase with Henry at that time and is like "You look so ridiculous in your polo uniform, and it makes me so mad that I'm attracted to you right now. I going to blow you right here, right now!" Like, that fun was just lost in the film. The love-hate thing they had going on was still a thing during the Polo Match, I don't know why they dulled it down. Because the book had it's serious moments, but it had the lighthearted moments to go along with it so it wasn't just "passionately serious" all the time.

Also, the underlying political plot made sense and I felt its presence lost in the film. It was very obvious that Casey was inspired by The West Wing, especially when they had Alex and Nora watch it in a hotel room in the first chapter. Stuff like the Turkies comes from The West Wing. And Richards (the Republican candidate) was an actual threat, that was looming in the background until the team had no choice but to take him seriously (a metaphor for SOMEONE, I'm sure)! Why they replaced him with the journalist ex-lover being the main bad guy I have no idea!

The movie had such a strong start, and by the time they got to Paris, with barely an acknowledgement of Richards (in the book he is a vile human being), and the lack of the whole excuse Henry and Alex had for meeting up in Europe was for political climate events, I was like "Okay... this is not the story. This is a very watered down adaptation that has taken a lot of the drama out." It feels like they chose to focus more on the romance than anything else, but they forget that this is a rivals to friends to lovers romance.

Like, I'm not going to say that the book is iconic literature or the best thing ever written (this was Casey's debut novel), it's easily one of my personal favourite romance books but I can understand that it might not be for everyone. But I found myself wanting a lot more from the movie, whereas I was very satisfied with the book when I finished it.

Yeah, even in the movie I could spot the TWW influences. I don't know, in my actual review/live blogging of my thoughts of the movie

I talk about it, but I think it's very clear that it's supposed to be fun and lighthearted but they don't have the chemistry necessary for it to work so it falls flat and becomes awkward and the dialogue was anyway. It tried too hard and I wonder if the serious moments are jumping out the most for you because the dude who plays Henry was carrying the movie on his back and he was good in the serious scenes, they're the only ones that appear somewhat genuine and it's all because of him.

And if you want to focus on the romance and not the what I would imagine to be political idealism of the books (particularly if the author was influenced by TWW) despite centring two political figures/figureheads then the least you could do is get scene partners with chemistry lmao.

[gonewiddershins]

Book Rec Ask Meme (Part 2 of 7)

13. your favorite romance novel

You should know by now that I don't actually have favorites. I have a list of things I like and how much I like them varies with time, emotions, circumstances, and also maybe the phases of the moon. But The Duke in Disguise by Cat Sabastian was the first book I thought of when I saw this question, so it's the answer by default.

A Duke in Disguise is a standalone (technically it's part of a series, but books in romance novels series are often functionally standalones with cameos) romance story about two childhood friends- a prickly left-leaning publisher trying to keep her business afloat and an illustrator (engraver, to be precise) who turns out to be the long-lost heir to a dukedom. It's filled with class rage and ideas about what independence means and wonderful friend and family characters. The heroine is bi and filled with rage goes to her ex-girlfriend when she wants to yell about stuff. It's great.

QUOTE:

How one was meant to feed all these people on a couple of mutton chops Verity did not know. Supper was supposed to serve four: herself, Nate, Ash, and Charlie. But Nate had come home with three friends he met at the pub, which would have been bad enough even if he hadn’t evidently also invited Amelia Allenby, the half-grown daughter of Verity’s friend. At half past seven, a carriage pulled up in front of the house and disgorged a girl in pearl earbobs and a white muslin frock, dressed as if she were going to dine with the great and good of the land, rather than pick at too few mutton chops and be an eyewitness to sedition. Amelia was seventeen and looked upon Nate with a degree of hero worship that nobody who brought three hungry radicals home to dinner deserved.

15. a book rec you really enjoyed

I just really love mythology retellings in concept, but I don't often find ones which really scratch the sweet spot I'm looking for. Avalon High by Meg Cabot is still my favorite Arthurian retelling (sue me), but I was pleasantly surprised by The Squire's Tale by Gerald Morris. I found it off a rec list of Arthurian stories, most of which I tried and never finished. But I liked how straightforward and simple and entertaining this one was, so I read the whole series.

It's still very much a children's book (YA at most) with some level of black and white morality and a few jokes that fall flat. But it makes a genuine effort to be sympathetic, entertaining, and thoughtful. Some of the scenes are wonderful, and made up for the bits of dissonance I felt on reading others.

QUOTE: (For context, Trevisant forgets the past, but can see the future)

Terence wept when he left the hermit. Gawain waited, patient and unembarrassed, while Terence embraced the old man and kissed him tearfully. Trevisant whispered in Terence's ear, "This is the nice thing about seeing time my way: no regrets."

16. a book you’d recommend to your younger self

Any queer book, tbh. Younger me grew up in a conservative country, had limited internet access, and was never good at making friends in the first place. To younger me's credit, her reaction to homosexuality existing was "sounds fair enough", but I imagine she might have been given a glimpse into how varied and different the world was if she'd encountered queer books a little sooner. Also, it might have helped her realize her GIANT FLAMING CRUSH on Carmen Sandiego, which she developed at say- Age 8.

I think the one I'd pick is The Magpie Lord by KJ Charles, though. It has not just gay romance, but a Victorian England setting, a nobleman who wants very badly to return to China where people are sane, magic, and very graphic horror. Also it's just really fucking funny and I like that in a book. Sounds perfect.

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“Is there a reason you’re making this a private compartment?” Stephen enquired warily.

“Yes,” said Crane. “Is there a reason your sleeve is soaked in blood?”

“What? Where? Oh bother.” Stephen contorted himself to look at his left elbow. “Blast.”

“It looks to the untutored eye as though you have been leaning in a puddle of blood,” said Crane. “Quite a large puddle.”

“Yes. I dare say it does.”

“Because…?”

“I can’t talk about my business. I’m sure you understand.”

Part 2 of 7

#kj charles #magpie lord #cat sebastian #gerald morris #squire's tales #jill see the thing #ask meme #book rec ask meme

[chelsea12345678901234]

12 Do's and Don'ts for a Successful Romance Novels

Here is an author named Amy Carroll Bennett. She has been an author for 2 years in October but has been writing her whole life. Amy is an author that writes romance novels.

This is what she said about why she became an author and why he loves to read and write "Right now I use my real name on my books. I may use a pen name for others. I have always enjoyed storytelling. It's a wonderful way to escape for both readers and writers.”

12 Do’s and Don’ts for a Successful Romance Novels:

Romance novels are easy to write, right? Person meets person. They fall in love. They live happily ever after. Simple, eh? Except it’s not. Writing romance takes a lot of thought and careful planning. There are many factors to consider when building a believable romance between characters. I have compiled a dozen dos and don’ts to follow when writing a romance novel. This is not an exhaustive list, just the main things I think are important for writing a good love story.

#1- Do create three-dimensional characters. This should go without saying for any genre, but flat characters seem to be a problem for many romance writers. Characters should be more than attractive in order to have another character fall in love with them. They should have real personalities rather than just good looks. A long-lasting connection between characters is not going to be believable if their only qualities are that they are hot.

#2- Don’t employ questionable age differences. Yes, people do fall in love with people significantly older or younger than them. However, sometimes the age difference goes beyond what is acceptable and appropriate. For example, a 40-something year old man has no business trying to have a relationship with an 18 year old. It’s not romantic, it’s creepy.

#3- Do give your lovers believable chemistry. No one is going to accept the relationship between your characters if they don’t connect on a deeper level. They need to be more than flirty. They need to go through difficulties together. They need to complement one another. Balance each other out. This goes hand-in-hand with three-dimensional characters. Their relationship will not be believable if all they have between them is sexual attraction.

#4- Don’t make a character fall in love with someone who sexually abuses or rapes them. Do I really need to explain why? I don’t know why writers continue to do this in this day and age. It’s not sexy, it’s gross and very, very wrong. Just don’t do it.

#5- Do write more than hetero couples. Heads up, there are many different types of relationships out there. It’s fine to write hetero, but non-hetero couples need more representation. Venture out of the boy-meets-girl box and try a new pairing.

#6- Don’t forget your target audience. If you’re writing for teens, you probably don’t want to venture into erotic territory. If you’re writing for a demographic that loves a spicy romance, you better make sure you pay off with a good sex scene or two. Think about what types of readers you are trying to attract and then write accordingly.

#7- Do make your love scenes believable (and physically possible.) If you choose to write a spicy scene, make sure you know the ins and outs (pun intended) of doing the deed. Nothing takes a reader out of the story like a love scene involving strange body contortions or impossible positioning. It’s a romance novel, not a Khajuraho love temple.

#8- Don’t go overboard on the tropes. Ok, confession time:I love a story involving a trope like only one bed or enemies to lovers (bonus points if they combine the two!) but unless you can bring something new to the table, you may want to steer clear of overused tropes. If you must employ a trope, try switching it up. Do a gender swap or something equally surprising. It’ll be satisfying on so many levels.

#9- Do give some resolution. The only thing better than some good old UST (unresolved sexual tension) is some RST (resolved sexual tension.) Building up the tension between the characters is a great way to get readers invested in the story. However, if the lovers haven’t had so much as a kiss by the time a reader is two-thirds of the way in, they’re not going to be happy.

#10- Don’t do Instalove. While you shouldn’t drag out the love action between the characters, you shouldn’t make things happen too quickly either. There may be an initial spark between the characters, but they shouldn’t automatically be madly in love with each other. A large part of your story should be about the characters getting to know one another. It doesn’t have to be a slow burn, but it should still take some time.

#11- Do end happily. People reading in the romance genre go in with the expectation of a happy ending. Characters fall in love and get married and live happily ever after. Even if you don’t do an HEA, you should at least give the characters an optimistic resolution. Romance is not the genre for tragic endings.

#12- Don’t follow trends. Maybe vampire romances are popular, or zombie romances, or werewolf alien robot romances. Chances are, by the time you crank out your vampire/zombie/werewolf-alien-robot romance, the trend will be over and readers will be on to the next big thing. Rather than follow trends, use your imagination to create a compelling and buzzworthy story. Do something new. People are probably tired of vampires and zombies and werewolf alien robots anyway.

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[double-hoe-seven]

AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

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Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[genshxn]

anon asked:

If its alright, may i request date headcanons for albedo and zhongli?

damn y’all like ur albedo content lmfao

also WOO LESS GO SOME ZHONGLI CONTENT FOR MY SIMP HEADASS

【ａｌｂｅｄｏ + ｚｈｏｎｇｌｉ】

date headcanons

warnings ; there’s one blatantly dirty joke.

ａｌｂｅｄｏ

- This poor guy has no idea how to romance, so don’t expect anything super lavish. He’s trying his best, but it doesn’t always turn out in his favour.

- He’s noticed that relationships are kind of like plants. They need to be looked after with the proper care, but if left without any attention for long enough, they’ll wilt. However his relationship with you is flowering, even if he doesn’t always know what to do with it.

- Sometimes when he wants to make you feel special, he’ll consult Kaeya for some help since he seems to know what he’s doing, according to Albedo’s analysis.

- But Kaeya is a bit of a trickster, so of course he’s not going to actually give proper advice. But poor Albedo would follow it to a T.

- So one time when you got home, ready to crash on your bed, you found an extremely unexpected sight.

- The floor and bed were covered in rose petals. Lit candles lined almost every available surface in your room. What the hell happened to your room?

- Smack in the middle of the bed was Albedo, lying on his side while biting a rose, staring at you. His expression read as if nothing about this entire set up was out of the ordinary.

- So you just burst out laughing. That strange little escapade of his clearly failed.

- After finding out that Kaeya isn’t actually going to be helpful, Albedo decided to take you on his version of a date.

- That would probably include a trek around Dragonspine if you’re into that.

- Otherwise he’d simply take you somewhere in the wilds for a picnic in the sun. If you decided to have a nap in the sun, then Albedo would 100% crack out his sketch book and start to draw you. Seeing you like this brought him such peace that he couldn't explain.

- Other times, he might simply show you some beautiful things he can create or do with alchemy. The science truly is wonderful.

- To Albedo, love is such a strange concept. It drives him to do things he would usually never consider for someone else. You truly mean so much to him.

ｚｈｏｎｇｌｉ

- I feel like Zhongli could either be a master of romance or be a literal brick in how little of an idea he has about love.

- Zhongli is a more old-school type of man since he literally is like, ancient, so the things he’d do wouldn’t be too unorthodox. The way he knows romance is most likely outdated, and even then, he’s never really been in love. Perhaps love is something that came along with his new found mortality?

- He’s not entirely sure what people these days do for a date, so with great reluctance, he might go to Hu Tao for some tips.

- But the only stuff Hu Tao suggests is all "salacious", as he’d put it.

- That’s a no from him. Looks like he’ll just have to resort to his own rusty tactics.

- Most times, your dates would likely be lovely dinner dates that he’s taken extra time to prepare for. Time, view, menu, all of it. Except he forgets his money, so you may have to pay for the dinners more often than not. (He does pay you back though because he’s very fair like that)

- Zhongli enjoys more quiet and intimate dates, so when he’s the one that plans them, it’s most often away from the gaze of others. Here, he can truly feel like it’s just you and him.

- Since his date locations are in more remote places, he may take you to some places with the best views, simply letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he tells you about the stories from bygone eras. He might stutter a bit if you suddenly hold his hand.

- Zhongli once tried to use one of Hu Tao’s suggested pick up lines because she would jot stop pestering him. Heck, she followed him the entire way. She was watching from behind a pole while he stammered out the sentence that made you nearly fall over from laughing. “Y-you... make me h-harder than rock.”

- His entire face was red and you nearly hurt yourself laughing so much. Poor Zhongli.

- Other times (mainly if he’s just flat broke), he’ll take you out for a lovely stroll in the beautiful mountains of Liyue, telling you the history of how the land took shape.

- Since you already know he’s the ex-geo archon, still with his powers, he may take you out to a secluded place and show you his powers. He even made you a beautiful amber pendant from his powers. He says it’s a small gift representing but a fraction of how important you are to him.

- You showed him what it’s like to love, and he still feels all his efforts aren’t enough to show how much you mean to him.

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Masterlist

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Last Updated: 10/13/21

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Marauders Era:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Marauders x Reader

Wolfstar (Sirius Black x Remus Lupin)

Wolfstar x Reader

I try to write gender neutral and house neutral for the reader, as well as leaving out any details of skin, eye, hair color, etc., unless I’ve stated otherwise in the pairing at the top of the fic. Please please please message me or make your way to my inbox if you’ve caught something where I’ve forgotten to make note of it! :)

Sirius Black: 28

“You’re so stubborn”

Sirius discovers you in his bed with cramps

“So you’re saying I’m usually not pretty?”

You’re unbelievably exhausted so Sirius lets you sleep with him in his dorm

“Well then, which law are we breaking first?”

Coming to an Order meeting late with Bill leaves you seated next to Sirius Black

“Darling, I’m a whole three course meal”

Just some banter with Sirius after quidditch practice

“Uhhh, I’m way hotter than tea, you and I both know that”

You accidentally wake Sirius up, which was a mistake in hindsight

“Of course I had to add my Sirius Black touch”

Detention with Sirius leaves you sending a note his way

Moodboard

“I would just like to let you know I prefer this over any communication”

You’re trying to read and Sirius isn’t helping. This prompts you to leave his presence for the library

“He’s going to kill me isn’t he?”

Your twin, James, suspects there’s something going on between you and Sirius which leads to a confession

“It’s safe to say I love it”

Sirius wakes you up way too early on your birthday to give you your present

“Then I’m in love”

Sirius confesses his feelings to you as you both bask in the prank he helped

“I suppose you were always going to win this one”

You’ve been leading James and Sirius on until a game of seven minutes in heaven

“Oh I see, you can’t resist me, can you?”

While you and Sirius are in the middle of an argument, you take the blame on a prank he and his friends pulled which leaves you with a detention

“If I die, bury me with the hot chocolate”

You and Sirius have been hiding your relationship until you’re on your way to Hogsmeade for a date

“I was already planning on it”

Instead of breakfast, you make your way to Sirius’s dorm to be there for him

“Merlin, you really are sick”

You’re not feeling well and Sirius comes to visit you

“I’m starting to think that we deserve each other”

Headcanons of Sirius and eventually confessing feelings

“Don’t let me forget to hide those knives”

After moving into your new flat, Sirius helps you on a sleepless night

“I love it and I love you”

Sirius is sick and you’re there for him (headcanons?? idk i kinda got carried away)

“Can we at least garden together?”

You receive a letter from home and Sirius is there for you

Moodboard

“You might kill me for this, but I secretly love when it rains”

Headcanons of Sirius being there for you while it thunderstorms

“You’re not going to join me?”

You apologize to Sirius after missing his quidditch game

“You are the prettiest person I know”

You’re a little too drunk at a party and don’t recognize Sirius

“Did I kiss you fast enough this time?”

Sirius discovers a box of love letters you never gave to him

“How could anyone not love you?”

Headcanons of Sirus meeting your family (I honestly don’t even know if you’d call these headcanons)

“You are wonderful, Sirius Black”

Sirius braids your hair in the library

“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me”

James thinks it’s funny to throw you in the water and Sirius is there to pull you out

“Are you blushing right now?”

Sirius brings you flowers

“Can we just lay here all day?”

Sirius makes you breakfast

Remus Lupin: 11

“I mean, I’m a sucker for our cheesy romance”

You and Remus both can’t sleep and you find yourselves in the common room

“Moony, you might want to move for this one”

You and Remus lie in bed after a full moon

“Lovesick”

You’re not feeling well. Remus follows you to your dorm

“Completely naked in a bathroom that we snuck into past curfew”

Remus is there for you as you’re feeling a bit stressed

Remus and Plants

Headcanons of whether Remus would like plants or not

Being Remus’s Childhood Best Friend

Headcanons of what it would be like to be childhood best friends with Remus

“At least I’m a hot mess”

Headcanons of you being with Remus while he’s sick

“Shut up and kiss me”

Remus puts your daughter to bed and wants to slow dance in the kitchen

“You are more than welcome, Remus Lupin”

You bake Remus a cake for his first birthday spent at Hogwarts

“It’s never too early for ice cream”

Remus waits for you to finish your morning shift

“You don’t even have to ask, love”

You come to Remus’s dorm with bad cramps

James Potter: 3

“I suppose you were always going to win this one”

You’ve been leading James and Sirius on until a game of seven minutes in heaven

“I’d really let you be my idiot”

Veritaserum, after a rough couple of days of not talking with James, leads to it all working out in the end

“We’ll maybe I’d reconsider”

James tries to teach you about quidditch, but it turns into a bumpy broom ride

Moodboard

Marauders x Reader: 1

“I hope you like back rubs then”

Remus, Sirius, and James show up at your door for a sleepover

Wolfstar (Sirius Black x Remus Lupin): 2

“I love you, but nice try”

Remus is worried about the full moon and Sirius is there for hugs

“Like I said, yes”

Sirius proposes to Remus

Wolfstar x Reader: 1

“I’m afraid you’re a little too late on that one”

You adopt a kitten with Remus and Sirius

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[onceupona-chaos]

SJM setting up a forbidden romance

(And why I think ACOSF was written to set up Elriel)

This is my interpretation and obviously an Elriel post. So if that's not your cup of tea, be warned.

I made this post to basically organize my thoughts and then I decided to post it (lol). Here I talk why I think Elriel will be endgame based on my perspective that SJM already set up a lot of things that point to Elriel and a forbidden romance.

ACOSF is the first book of a new trilogy, which means SJM wrote it with an overarching plot in mind that we began to know in ACOSF. So whatever happens in ACOTAR5 is a direct consequence of the events in ACOSF.

For example, SJM won't kill Koschei and write another plot. She made her decisions when she was writing ACOSF and the overarching plot already started to be established.

I already made a post talking about the plot. I think Elain is the only character that can move the plot forward, because she's Made, therefore she can find the fourth trove and she has a connection with Koschei, which combined with how little we know about her and her powers makes her the perfect main character. But here I want to talk a little about how Sarah wrote ACOSF preparing Elain's character in terms of romance and how she set up a future forbidden romance.

At this point, it is canon that Elain is Azriel's secret, I'm not going to talk too much about, because you can check this amazing post here.

SJM structured the first book of the new trilogy around the ideia that something is deeply tormenting Azriel to the point he can't sleep and then we find out he has a secret. The bonus chapter made it canon: his secret is Elain, so there's no going back from that.

Just from the book, we know that there's something wrong with Elain and, whatever it is, she is hiding it.

Elain had already departed with Feyre, claiming she had to be up with the dawn to tend to an elderly faerie’s garden. Cassian didn’t exactly know why he suspected this wasn’t true. There had been some tightness in Elain’s face as she’d said it.

Alright, so the regular reader knows something is up with these two characters. (That alone is already a reason for the next book be about them, but moving on)

But when ACOSF is read with the perspective of a future forbidden romance in mind, we understand precisely why SJM needed us to know some very specific information.

Azriel's personality traits

SJM highlighted specific personality traits of our bat boy:

Az had a vicious competitive streak. It wasn’t boastful and arrogant, the way Cassian knew he himself was prone to be, or possessive and terrifying like Amren’s. No, it was quiet and cruel and utterly lethal. Cassian had lost track of how many games they’d played over the centuries, with one of them certain of a win, only for Az to reveal some master strategy. Or how many games had been reduced to only Rhys and Az left standing, battling it out over cards or chess until the middle of the night, when Cassian and Mor had given up and started drinking.

Sarah made a show to tell the reader the fact that Azriel is competitive, so she needs us to remember that.

That whole scene had one job: to emphasize that Azriel is competitive and strategist.

Now, if Azriel is giving up on Elain and moving on to another character, why bother to let the reader know he doesn't give up easily? If he is going to just give up on the only female that is making him get over his five hundred years passion, why bother to write a scene where he spares with Cassian only to tell the reader that?

Mostly important, why tell the reader that in countless times, Azriel seemed to be loosing, but he turned things around and won?

He's a strategist. Don't forget he planned his strategy for the snowball fight for a year.

“It seems you’ve forgotten how much of spying is waiting for the right moment. People don’t engage in their evil deeds when it’s convenient to you.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “I stopped spying because it bored me to death. I don’t know how you put up with this all the time.”

“It suits me.” Azriel didn’t halt his sharpening, though shadows gathered around his feet.

When I read this for the first time, I honestly hadn't understood the meaning of the shadows gathering around his feet and it clearly had a deeper meaning.

But reading again, SJM used Cassian's character to emphasize that Azriel waits for the right moment all the time. Not only when he is spying. Being patient, calculating, persistent are arguably Azriel's strongest personality traits, at least the ones that are highlighted in ACOSF. Sarah is letting us know Azriel plays the long game and doesn't give up.

Every information SJM is giving us regarding Azriel (and Elain, more on her later) is essencial for a forbidden romance story. If you know what's going on with these characters, all pieces of information just... click together.

Elain's personality traits

This is a bit more complicated, mostly because Elain is passing through an inner change, which means being prepared for her arc.

However, SJM compared Elain to Azriel in ACOSF:

“Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row.” She nodded toward Azriel. “I think she’s got you beat for secret-keeping.”

We already know from ACOMAF that Elain is good at secret-keeping. But here SJM not only reminded us that, but she compared Elain to Azriel in secret-keeping, emphasizing both of them are probably the best in secrecy among the IC.

Remember: these two characters are clearly hiding something in ACSF. It's not a coincidence that SJM compared them in this case.

She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friend.

SJM compared Elain's abilities to Azriel's (and his spies) not once, but twice. And if you take into consideration the previous books, it's not the first time she compares these two characters.

Both of them showed defiant behavior

Defiant: refusing to obey authority

Elain:

“What happened.”

When Rhys spoke like that, it was more of a command than a question.

Elain waved a hand in dismissal before flinging open the veranda doors and striding into the open air.

And of course, he have that fight with Nesta. Nesta isn't exactly authority, but she was described as "Elain's guardian", which means their relationship was at least a little hierarchical.

Azriel:

“No,” Feyre and Rhys said at the same time, in the same breath.

Azriel’s eyes shuttered. “I wasn’t asking for permission.”

“We take no risks,” Feyre said, voice flat with command. “Pull all your spies out.”

“Like hell I will.”

Honestly, is this the guy people are thinking that's going to give up on Elain because of Rhy???????

SJM deliberately let us know about them getting over their previous LI

I've seen a lot o people arguing that "they can't be endgame, because the first couple never is".

But... are we forgetting that they were in love with two different people before?

When Elain met Azriel she was deeply in love with Graysen, and he was still into Mor. The readers didn't even know about Mor sexuality then.

Until ACOFAS, we can see that both of them are not entirely over their LI yet.

Elain:

“I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male.”

She wanted a human man.

Azriel:

Azriel choked on what I could have sworn was a laugh, his normally shadowed face lighting up as Mor bustled in.

Az, to his credit, gave Mor a smile of thanks, a blush creeping over his cheeks, his hazel eyes fixed on her. I looked away at the heat, the yearning that filled them.

However, we get to see that they are slowly getting closer. Azriel shows he's uncomfortable in spying on Lucien, Elain's throat bobbs at the sight of him, he seeks her out to wish happy Solstice, she gives him a present, they stay up past three in the morning talking and on and on.

Months go by. We already knew they are getting closer and then we have this:

Elain:

She knew Elain had given her maidenhead to Graysen a month before they’d been turned Fae. Elain had been glowing the next morning.

Elain cocked her head. Didn’t dissolve into the crying mess she usually became when Graysen came up.

Elain was glowing: she was in love, happy. She loved Graysen. And now she is getting over him. Not only that: SJM made sure to tell us she has had sex before (and enjoyed very much lol). Elain is clearly being prepared for her arc in terms of character development, plot and romance.

And Azriel:

Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel … those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if he’d given up. After five hundred years, he’d somehow given up.

Few and far between. It's a process for both of them to move on. At first they were friendly and then it became something more.

Azriel didn't wake up one day, realized that his brothers were mated to Elain's sisters and went: WAIT A MINUTE I WANT ONE. I would argue he showed interest in Elain since their first meet, just like Cassian showed interest in Nesta. However, Nesta and Cassian weren't in love for anyone else, differently from Elain and Azriel.

Also, Elain and Azriel are very much quieter in comparison, so... it makes sense that they needed more time to get closer and be romantic interested in each other.

But again: why bother to tell us both of them are moving on from their previous LI? Why tell us Azriel doesn't give up easily? Why tell us they are both good at keeping secrets and are hiding something?

SJM knew exactly what she was doing.

#pro elain #elriel #pro elriel

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The Student Council President Reads Shoujo Manga?!

Synopsis: You discover that the student council president, who claims to hate romance, reads shoujo manga. Slight influence from Kaguya-Sama: Love Is War.

Warning: none

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: fem student council vice president!reader x student council president!Hyunjin

After forgetting your textbook in the classroom, you expect to be the last person to arrive to the student council room, but it appears that you’re actually the second.

“Vice President, you left your manga here last night,” Secretary Kim greets. He glances at you momentarily before returning to his paperwork.

You shut the door behind you. “My manga? I don’t remember— Oh.”

Sitting on the mahogany desk is a tote bag that you recognize is the president’s. You loaned President Hwang the first five volumes of The Life of A Dragon and Its Rider two weeks ago. When you peer inside the bag, you find that he forgot to take off his manga protectors. You keep telling him that he doesn’t need to take such a precaution since you trust him, but he always does so anyway. Even your old battered copies are wrapped in plastic.

You take the topmost one and hold it to the light streaming through the window. Not even the outline of the title can be seen. You voiced your confusion at his choice of using opaque protectors before; how would he be able to differentiate between different volumes or different mangas? His answer made you laugh: it was how he got away with reading during class. The image of the student council president doing such an illicit thing seemed ridiculous, and he pushed his hair back in embarrassment as he recounted the time the teacher almost caught him. Then you stopped laughing and wondered what the symptoms of a heart attack were. Your rib cage felt like it was going to smash open.

Now as you peel off the protector, the same feeling returns. The corner of Dragon Rider is blue and purple, not dark red. Did he spill something? No, none of the pages are wrinkled with water damage, and he would never be so careless so what exactly—

“Oh my goodness!”

Secretary Kim, pen twirling in his hand, looks at you curiously. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes!” you squeak out, hiding out the manga behind your back. “I just… I just… it’s nothing! Everything is okay!”

“Alright then.”

While he goes back to his papers, you hurriedly turn around and check the book. It’s the same as it was a few seconds ago. Instead of a fearsome dragon and its hardworking rider on the cover, there is a teenage girl flanked by two boys with wolf ears. The title reads Tsukiko of the Wolves. You flip through, discovering with both amusement and disbelief that it’s a shoujo manga. There is nothing wrong with reading shoujo — you’ve read a fair share yourself when you were younger — but President Hwang is the least likely person you would expect to have a secret love for them. You regularly loan him your shounens to read, and he eagerly discusses each volume with you. He frequently complains about the romance, saying he’s reading it for the adventure, not for the love triangles.

This has to be a mistake. He has a younger sister who you’ve seen at the bookstore occasionally. It’s possible that they share a bookshelf and that he accidentally grabbed hers on accident. You put the protector back on, set it aside, and reach for the next book on the stack.

You have no real idea if it’s another shoujo or not, but NecRomancer sounds like one. The summary on the back describes a girl panicking about her newfound powers of resurrection and the attractive man she just brought back to life. You open to the middle of the manga and let out a squeak when you see the naked corpse on the page. It’s just another accident, it has to be. President Hwang is close with his sister, so it’s only natural that his manga would be close to hers. You try the next book in the stack, hoping that it’s one of yours.

The corner reveals a dark red cover, and you hold your breath, keeping an eye on Secretary Kim. He is still preoccupied with his work, muttering sentences and scribbling things down. You fully peel back the protector, and Why Do I Not Remember You? is written across the cover in glitter. Could this be his sister’s bag? No, she doesn’t use protectors.

You mindlessly thumb through the pages, seeing but not really seeing the crying woman being comforted by a stranger. Then at the flashbacks of broken beer bottles and a ring. The chances of this being a mistake are lessening. Once is a coincidence, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. Does this mean that…

The student council president reads shoujo manga?

You quickly replace the protector. Your heart pounds, and possibilities swim in front of you. At the very best, he will be mortified if he knows that you found out. At the very worst, the entire school will find out. President Hwang’s reputation will be tainted, and with the upcoming reelections, his reputation is of the utmost importance. If he’s not president, you might still be vice president, but what’s the point then? It’ll be no fun without him.

No one can find out about this.

Suddenly the double doors to the student council room burst open, and you drop Why Do I Not Remember You? onto the desk. President Hwang slouches in the doorframe, resting his hands on the handles, completely out of breath. A Blueprint Books bag hangs in his grasp. That must be the one containing your manga.

He looks up from the floor, and you realize you are directly in his line of sight. Your hands fly to the ribbon around your neck, and you begin to untie and retie it.

“President, are you alright?” you distantly hear Secretary Kim ask. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened. I’m alright.” President Hwang’s voice comes out strained as he notices you standing behind his desk, three books out in the open. “Vice President, I see you discovered the manga as expected.”

“I was just counting to make sure I got all five back,” you reply with a fake smile. He can’t know that you know because he will never speak to you again out of embarrassment. “You left the protectors on, by the way.”

He walks toward you. You are the perfect picture of innocence. He will not know. “Did you… check them?”

“No, I was in the middle of counting them. Why?”

“It’s nothing,” he says, but you can hear the relief. “I left the wrong bag for you last night. Working late must be getting to me, haha. Here you go. The Life of A Dragon and Its Rider.”

You peek inside, and sure enough, the volumes are there with no opaque protector to obscure the title on the spine. You clutch the bag in front of you like you can use it to hide the truth you have just uncovered. President Hwang stacks his shoujo manga back into his bag and tucks it underneath the desk. His face has gone pink, and he fans himself with the latest edition of the school newspaper.

“What did you think of it?” you ask to distract him. “Isn’t the artwork amazing?”

Mission successful. President Hwang’s eyes go glassy as he recalls the story in his head, and he stops his fanning. “It is. And the worldbuilding too! The academy is so different from the usual school settings, and the dragon breeds are so cool. Also, Hirajima is such a tsundere. He’s going to end up falling in love with Kimi, isn’t he? Ugh.”

“I won’t spoil it for you,” you cryptically reply. The president is holding tightly onto his facade, which you need him to do. “I’ll lend you the next five volumes tomorrow. Just wait until you get to the tournament arc. You’re going to love it.”

He groans and leans back into his chair. “Was that sarcasm?”

“No! Tournament arc is always the best arc! That’s why Feast of the Gods is so popular. Every arc is pretty much a tournament arc.”

President Hwang lights up even more at the mention of the fantasy cooking-themed manga. He borrowed it from you last month and loved it so much that he bought matching keychains for the entire council. “Secretary Kim is the bird's milk, Treasurer Lee is the silkworm flour, you’re the delphinium rose syrup, and I’m the volcanic pepper,” he explained.

“Why are you the pepper?” Treasurer Lee complained. “You can’t even handle spice.”

“Because I’m hot.”

While both the secretary and treasurer cackled and while the president grew increasingly embarrassed by his own claims, you did your best to focus on your new keychain and not him. He looked too attractive loosening his tie and running his fingers through his hair. He looked like a manga character come to life.

President Hwang’s comment snaps you out of your daydream. “The ending is good! I can’t believe that Ryuzaki actually—”

“Shouldn’t you two be working?” interrupts Secretary Kim’s flat voice. He peers at the two of you over his glasses and flicks his eyes towards the suggestion box he must have brought in earlier. “Especially with reelections coming up soon.”

“We’ll talk later,” President Hwang whispers to you. “I want to discuss my theory about Kimi and Bando with you.”

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go through the suggestions now before Secretary Kim gets mad.”

You walk over to the door and grab the suggestion box. It’s heavier than expected, and you hold it flush against your chest to keep it from slipping out of your grasp. President Hwang notices your struggling and meets you halfway. He nearly makes you drop it as his fingers brush yours while he takes it from you.

“Thanks,” you stammer out. Your hands are empty, so you toy with your ribbon again as you follow him back to the desk.

“No problem,” he says. He lifts open the lid and takes out the first paper on top. “Shin Ryujin is asking for more funding for the Tennis Club again. Speaking of tennis, have you seen the animations for Bleeding Heart? It’s so good.”

Though Bleeding Heart starts off like a shoujo, it devolves into a mystery. If it weren’t for the knowledge you have now, you would have teased President Hwang for watching it. Instead, you enthusiastically nod. “They play croquet, not tennis, but yes! They’re so smooth!”

“President, Vice President.”

You and President Hwang exchange sheepish smiles. He softly sighs and scans through the paper, playing with a lock of hair. You imagine him doing the same as he reads. Why is the image of him secretly reading shoujo manga so charming? You shouldn’t find it so when he has this much at stake. He needs to be reelected.

“What do you think?” he asks, pointing at a proposal that you should have been reading with him, interrupting your thoughts. He edges closer to you, and breathing is suddenly difficult. He smells like laundry detergent. “Are new uniforms justifiable?”

“Yes, I think so,” you choke out. “Excuse me for a minute.”

You practically run out of the student council room, stopping only when you reach a small alcove in the hall. It’s dim and quiet, and you can hear your heart trying to break out. You press your hand over it, trying to push it back inside. Heart attacks don’t feel like this, or so says the medical website you consulted. Your heart thunders against your wrist, and its beat perfectly matches your pulse.

Steady.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It eventually slows, and you return back to the room with more composure than you had earlier. Treasurer Lee has finally shown up, and you decide to help him with calculations instead of reviewing proposals with President Hwang. It’s better this way.

During the weekend, you head to Blueprint Books and wander down the aisles, trying to find the manga President Hwang reads. You know what he likes for shounens, so what is it for shoujos? You mindlessly swing your tote bag back and forth as you scan the shelves. He Doesn’t Know My Secret, Steampunked!, Squirrel Princess. It’s been some time since you visited this section of the store. As you look to the next shelf, you notice a familiar keychain hanging from someone’s pocket. When you do a double-take, to your surprise and horror, President Hwang is standing at the end of the aisle. He looks different when out of uniform. Good different.

Maybe you made a noise of some sort because before you can turn around and leave, he glances up from the book he holds. His eyes meet yours.

Disbelief. Confusion. Panic.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he shakily asks as he slides the manga back into place. He’s mostly calm, that’s good. If he can lie to you about it, surely the entire school will be a simple feat. “Is there a new release?”

You shake your head. “Just browsing. Are you buying something for your sister? I know you don’t like romance that much.”

The relief in his voice is palpable when he says, “Yeah. Do you have any recommendations?”

“What does she like?”

“What do you like? You read a lot of manga.”

The question makes you pause, and you recount all the conversations you’ve overheard during lunch. Shounens are more of your thing now, but you're not above shoujos. “I’ve heard good things about Best Friend Boyfriend and I Wouldn’t Change A Thing.”

“Have you read them?”

“Not yet, but I always hear people talking about them.” You shift from foot to foot. A change of subject is much needed. “How’s the campaign going?”

“It’s going well, I think. Yeji and her friends are asking everyone in their year to vote for me, so that’s cool. The Japanese Culture Club is apparently doing the same,” he answers. He thumbs his pepper keychain, and you instinctively reach for your complementing one. The tiny syrup bottle is cool on your skin. “What about you? You’re still going to be my vice president, right?”

‘My’ makes you warm. “Of course! Just worry about yourself. Han Jisung really wants your spot.”

“I’m not letting that happen. Trust me, on Friday, the principal’s going to announce me as president again. And you’re going to be vice president. Secretary Kim and Treasurer Lee are going to be there as well. We’re going to be the student council until graduation.”

He says it with so much determination, you can’t help but laugh. “I really hope so. Hey, I’ll bring you the next five volumes of Dragon Rider on Monday. Just give me six through ten whenever you’re done.”

“Thanks. Do you want to borrow one of—”

“There you are!” President Hwang’s younger sister bounds into the aisle with a shopping basket filled with stationery. She furrows her eyebrows when she notices exactly which aisle her brother is in. “Don’t you have enough al—”

“I’m going to be late for dinner!” you interject. You step backwards, nearly bumping into the cardboard cutout of a manga character. “See you in class, President. Have a nice day. Bye.”

As you speed walk in the opposite direction, you hear his sister quietly ask him, “Wait, was that the vice president?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry.”

You don’t hear if President Hwang replies anything because once you’ve turned the corner, you sprint out of the bookstore. It’s not until you’re home that you realize that you never found out what kind of shoujos he enjoys.

The days leading up to Friday are fraught with worry. Han Jisung is campaigning hard for the position this year. His small band of dedicated followers pass out flyers at the school gate every morning and trade lollipops for votes. Despite that, the president is unbothered.

“Did you watch the new episode of 00 Daniel?” he asks you on Wednesday.

You place your shoes inside your locker and shut the door. “Today’s the last day of voting, and you’re concerned about that?”

“I think the mission’s going to go badly this time. It’s been like five missions since his last screw up,” he continues like you said nothing. “There’s no way the season is ending without setting up for the next one.”

“President.”

“He’s not going to win, I promise. Treasurer Lee took a survey a few days ago, and I’m in the lead. The Mathematics Club’s survey confirmed the same thing.”

You start heading to your class with a resigned sigh, and President Hwang follows you even though he’s in a different room. He tugs on the sleeve of your blazer.

“You have nothing to worry about, Vice President,” he reassures. He lowers his head down to meet you at eye level. “It’s you and me until graduation, okay?”

You quickly nod and try not to burst into flames right on the spot. He’s too close yet not close enough.

“I think you’re right about 00 Daniel,” you stutter. “They’re taking too long to find the target too. I’ll see you after school then. Class is going to start soon.”

He retracts himself, a bit disappointed that you don’t want to speculate now. “Okay, we can talk later. See you.”

“See you.”

You two head to your respective classrooms. As you slide into your chair, you notice the boy next to you has a red candy wrapper on his desk. The girl in front of him has a purple one.

You really hope the Mathematics Club is right.

When Friday arrives, your stomach is in knots, and you feel ready to pass out at a moment’s notice. The traffic lights are slow today, making your usual stroll to school longer than usual. Students your age all the way down to elementary, pass you by, laughing and chatting with their friends. How can they be so relaxed when the results of the election come out this morning? You bet the paper announcement is already tacked to the bulletin board at the front of the school.

“Good morning,” comes a familiar voice.

“Good morning,” you reply back. President Hwang easily falls into step with you and holds out a tote bag to you. “Oh, you finished all of them?”

“Yeah. That last battle was crazy! I can’t believe it ended like that. And the epilogue! I knew it would happen! I feel so bad for Bando and… You okay? You look a little sick.”

“It’s nothing.” You take the bag from him and hold the books to your chest. You peek inside to make sure the protectors are off and to check that he gave you the right bag. No shoujo manga this time. “Are you nervous?”

He’s surprisingly apprehensive when he asks, “About what?”

“The election?”

“Oh. No, not really. Are you?”

“A little bit,” you lie as the two of you walk through the gate. The bulletin board is surrounded by a crowd, and you’re ready to march through to see what the paper says. Please let President Hwang be on there. “Let’s go.”

But the president is soon stopped by Han Jisung and his followers. Han Jisung holds his hand out, and you hold your breath as he opens his mouth.

“Congratulations on winning, President,” he says with a good-natured smile. He shifts his gaze to you. “And you as well, Vice President.”

You let out an audible sigh and quickly cover it with a cough when everyone looks at you. “Thank you.”

President Hwang shoots you a knowing grin, making you blush, before exchanging pleasantries with his defeated opponent. In the meantime, you push through the crowd to double-check the results. There it is in black ink: Hwang Hyunjin as President. Relief floods through your body, and you happily accept the other students’ congratulations and swap theories about the upcoming season of 00 Daniel with your fellow manga and anime fans.

“Told you,” President Hwang later says after he manages to get away from Han Jisung. He shuts your locker door with one finger. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Hey, are you going home now?” President Hwang asks. With no changes in the student council, everything is business as usual, including Secretary Kim and Treasurer Lee leaving as soon as they can on Fridays.

“Yeah. Are you staying late again?”

“Not today. Want to walk home together?”

“S-sure.”

While he reorganizes the papers on his desk, you fiddle with the strap of the tote bag. It’s not the first time you’ve walked home with the president, but it sends you into a panic every time. The golden sun and orange sky makes everyone look beautiful but him especially so. It’s difficult not to be tongue tied around him when he looks exactly like the lead of a shoujo manga.

Manga. The thing that accelerated your feelings for him in the first place. His good looks and his sweet talking charm were enough for you to notice him, so learning he shared the same hobby as you? Discovering that he adored coming up with theories?

You were smitten.

“You ready?” he interrupts.

“Yeah.”

The two of you make it to the front entrance before he stops and turns to you. “Actually, before we go, can I show you something first? It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Sure. What is it?” You follow him through the school, taking note that he seems to be headed to the courtyard.

“Have you read Limitless?”

As you step over a pile of fallen cherry blossoms, you rack your brain. You read it a long time ago, mostly because it was on every recommendation list online. “The shoujo about the math tutors? It’s been some time, but yes. What about it?”

President Hwang stops in the middle of the courtyard and faces you again. The sun is behind him, the rays of light forming a crown on his head. “Well, there’s a scene near the end that I thought you might like.”

The end of Limitless…

… features a confession scene in the school courtyard.

He gently takes your hands. “Do you remember the first day we were elected? I was the first person in the room, and I was so nervous to meet you because I didn’t know that much about you. Secretary Kim and Treasurer Lee said you were really kind, but I was still nervous. Then you ran into the room with a bunch of manga and almost tripped over the rug. You laughed it off and held out a book for me to shake since your hands were full.”

“It was the first volume of Feast of the Gods,” you whisper. That day is burned in your mind. “Lee Chaeryeong just finished the first ten volumes and gave them back to me.”

“And then I asked you if I could borrow them because I wanted to read them but Blueprint was out of stock. You said yes immediately, and that’s when I knew that you and I would be a great team. When you wanted to listen to me talk about the chapters I read, that’s when I knew I liked you. And when you continued to offer me other series to borrow, that’s when I knew I had to tell you. So,” he breathes, “here it is. I like you, and I want to be with you.”

“I… I like you too.”

He breaks out into a grin and wraps you in a hug. He still smells like laundry detergent, and you bury your nose in the collar of his shirt.

“What do we do now?” he softly laughs as he pulls away. “The shoujo mangas usually stop here and cut to a new scene.”

The words fly out of your mouth without thinking. “So is that why you’ve been reading shoujos? For the confession?”

His smile falters but recovers soon after. “Yeji gave it away last weekend, huh? Ah, I was hoping you hadn’t heard her.”

“Actually… I found out when you gave me back Dragon Rider the first time,” you admit. You twirl the ends of the ribbon around your neck. “I took off the protectors and saw some of them. But there’s nothing wrong with liking shoujo! I was just surprised since you always say you hate romance.”

“I mean, I did. I started reading them for confession tips, but then it turns out some of them are really good. Like Limitless? And then I started reading my sister’s, and I kind of like them now. Is that weird?”

“No. Honestly, it’s kind of cute.”

“Really? You’re not weirded out by that?”

“Not even a little bit. I don’t care what you read as long as you’ll talk to me about it after.”

“Well, I finished Winter Fireworks recently. Have you read it before?” When you shake your head, he takes a step closer and leans down. “It ends like this.”

As it turns out, the story ends with a kiss.

~ ad.gray

None of the mangas/animes mentioned actually exist. They’re just riffs of other fics we’ve written. Was this just a giant ad for them? Yeah, kind of lol. In order of appearance:

The Life of A Dragon and Its Rider ➞ Normal (Hyunjin)

Tsukiko of the Wolves ➞ 42nd Moon (Hyunjin)

NecRomancer ➞ Magic Words (Hyunjin) 

Why Do I Not Remember You? ➞ Eternally Yours (Hyunjin)

Feast of the Gods ➞ God’s Menu (Felix)

Bleeding Heart ➞ King of Hearts (Bang Chan)

He Doesn’t Know My Secret ➞ Harmony, Melody (Seungmin)

Steampunked! ➞ Matters of the Head and Heart (Felix)

Squirrel Princess ➞ Squirrel and Wife (Han)

Best Friend Boyfriend ➞ Ruin My Life (Lee Know)

I Wouldn’t Change A Thing ➞ Even if Things Were Different (Han)

00 Daniel ➞ Apologies in Advance (Lee Know)

Limitless ➞ love you to limx (Han)

Winter Fireworks ➞ Ringing in the New Year (Bang Chan)

bonus after credits scene

It’s only when the two of you are crossing the bridge do you realize what he has done. “You just spoiled the ending for me!”

“Sorry, I forgot.” After a few seconds, he asks, “Can I give you more spoilers?”

You reach for the front of his blazer. “Yes.”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fanfic #skz imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin imagines #stray kids au #skz au #20210701

[ethernetchord]

lets talk: popular iwwv criticism

(disclaimer: i know criticism is subjective and thats why im doing this, i wanna look at some common points made against iwwv and dissect them just a little bit in the opposite direction. also none of this is directed at any individual- it’s all based on the general talking points i’ve seen surrounding the book.)

SPOILER WARNING !!

lack of exploration into james and oliver (+ gay characters feel performative)

i’ve seen loads of people say that oliver and james’ relationship felt very performative, a way of including the queer romnce which clearly is very important to the plot but not actually giving it any space in the novel, nor developing it to the same extent which meredith/oliver was.

oliver and meredith had a very strictly physical relationship and while he did love her, he wasn’t in love with her the way he was with james. the juxtaposition in the way that oliver/james is delivered and the way meredith/oliver is delivered is, i believe, far too repetitive to not be intentional. i actually realised upon re-reading how much focus there really is on meredith’s sexuality, even in subtleties in the book. meredith and oliver get more blatant sex scenes, get more physical parts because oliver was (to an extent) using his attraction to meredith to distract himself from his infatuation with james.

we also have to remember that oliver and james didn’t get their real moment of honesty about their relationship till extremely late into the book. i’d honestly see it as more ‘performative’ to then after or in the middle of kind lear throwing in some wild sex scene between the two. it wouldn't have fit.

“why didn’t james and oliver get together earlier then >:(((“ because the slow burn between them, the subtext, the subtle-ness, the yearning, they were all crucial to the decision which oliver made at the end. the fact that they burned so bright for each other but (oliver particularly) were so desperately repressed, that was what made this such a tragic romance. yes its tiring to read stories about queer people being repressed, yes its tiring to see the bury your gays trope. but like oliver says, it goes beyond gender.

if oliver’s second love interest was a girl, and treated this way, we’d be a lot more on board with these tropes- but the fact that james is a man, and this therefor becomes a queer relationship, makes it feel performative. i can’t convince you of anything- but i like to believe that their relationship being treated like this not only makes it so much more “heart wrenching because why! why couldn’t it work out, why couldn’t it be better!” - not because its a queer relationship but because they were soulmates.

alexander wasn’t performative. not in the slightest, rio just didn’t make being gay his entire identity. same goes for colin. just because they’re queer doesn’t mean it needs to be the only thing about them. this isn’t a lgbt novel- characters dont have to be gay just for plot. they can just be gay.

i’ve also seen people complain about not just making oliver bisexual. guys. did you read the book? he was bisexual. he was emotionally and physically attracted to both meredith and james. guys that’s literally what bisexual means.

i'm totally on board with the coming out scenes! and realisation of feelings and all that stuff- but again, not an lgbt centric novel and also- these were things oliver probably did and realised far before this book. remember that its set in 4th year, at an art school. he knew he was fruity ok. not every queer character in every queer book have to have these grandious coming out scenes or realisations. the lack there of doesn’t equal performance.

the ending was rushed and bad

believe what you will, but i don’t think james is dead. there’s a little too much ambiguity in that ending, in the extract he leaves oliver, in the “his body was never found.” so if your main quarrel with the ending is that “bury your gays” situation- please know there’s a chance- and that giving it that chance opens up so much more discussion and reader response.

yes, the ending is sad. but it’s not rushed. “but that is how a tragedy like ours or king lears breaks your heart- by making you believe the ending might still be happy until the very last second.” doing king lear, doing macbeth, doing romeo and juliet, the plays are chosen not only for reader convenience (they’re plays readers will most likely be familiar with) but also because they all, so very deeply, foreshadow a “bad” ending. killing james, makes sense. as much as people don’t want to hear it, from an authorial perspective- from the reader’s perspective and as a human being it makes sense. why do keep arguing that he “should’ve stayed alive for oliver” or that “if he really loved oliver he wouldn’t have done it” - why are we limiting a character’s entire existence down to their love interest. yes, they were best friends, yes they were set up as lovers but that doesn’t mean that that would be enough to keep james around. james was a fragile character- he was always checking with oliver if he had upset him, he was always worried, overthinking, james wasn’t strong minded- and he was suffering. the only person he had left to depend on was in prison, he was plagued with the guilt of causing the death of a classmate and letting oliver take the blame, if he did kill himself, it sure as hell doesn’t have any reason to sound forced.

“its not nearly as good as the secret history!!!!”

to be honest here buds, why the fuck do we keep comparing them so insistently. they are not the same book. iwwv wasn’t trying to be tsh 2.0, yes there are similarities because hey! guess what! books in similar genres tend to do that! always comparing it tsh when they have different motives, different plots and vastly different execution makes no sense. the only reason that they are compared is because tumblrtm dark academics like to group the two together. and yea- makes sense, but stop trying to belittle iwwv because it isn't as grandiose as tsh, because it’s a little more literal, because it’s not as intertextual as tsh. half the people saying iwwv isn’t as good as tsh are practically just subtly going “shakespeare isn’t as complicated as ancient greek huehue” stop forcing the two together and let them be separately appreciated.

the characters were flat/archetypes/etc

sigh. okay.

these characters are actors. this book shows us their transition from themselves entirely into a conjunction of the roles they’ve played and the stereotypes they’ve portrayed.

“we were so easily manipulated - confusion made a masterpiece of us.”

“for us, everything was a performance”

“imagine having all your own thoughts and feelings tangled up with all the thoughts and feelings of a whole other person. it can be hard, sometimes, to sort out which is which.”

“far too many times i had asked myself whether art was imitating life or if it was the other way around”

“it’s easier now to be romeo, or macbeth, or brutus, or edmund. someone else.”

are you seeing it now? this focus on their archetypes, this focus on the character they are; the way they see themselves not merely as human but as a walking concoction of every character they have turned into and out of. they depend on their archetypes to give them meaning. rio uses these archetypes to remind us of the submersion of her characters. they weren’t flat, their intentional lack of dimension due to their pasts is what makes them so intricate. furthermore, there's an evident subversion- the tyrant becomes a victim, the hero becomes a villain (they all become villains really), the ingenue becomes corrupted. like mentioned before, i think we forget ourselves easily reading this book but there is a great deal of emphasis on this being their last year- which is so important. the damage has been done and a lot of the issues people have with the content (or lack thereof) in this book has to do with the fact that it’s all things that would have occurred in books focusing on previous years at delletcher.

“it didn't live up to expectation” (also leading on from read tsh to this and being ‘disappointed’)

i cant argue this because its entirely subjective. whatever expectation was created for you, i cannot know that and appropriately respond however- if you liked the secret history and understood the secret history then there's a good chance you also liked and understood this book- even if not to the same extent but you must be able to recognize the authorial approach and its significance. i think a lot of ppl read iwwv (and a lot of “dark academia” texts and films) and hope to be able to romanticize the aesthetic or the concepts and then are disappointed when they are presented with mildly unlikeable and overwhelmingly human characters who aren’t easy to romanticize.

a great majority of these books are criticisms of the very culture you’re trying to romanticize, and the only time you’re willing to admit that is when boasting about the ‘self-awareness’ of the people indulging in them, and then a moment later complain about those same qualities because they don’t serve this idealized expectation.

bad rep for arts/liberal arts/ humanities students as being pretentious/cultish

as a humanities student with a great love for eng lit- all of these things are indeed pretentious and cultish. not all the time and not always and not every person- but it is a common theme. academia is overwhelmingly obsessive and extremely white-washed. people become so fast to believe that they are indulging in finer arts and are therefore a higher standard of person. academia is problematic. and the recent influx of people interested in it is good, very good because hopefully, we’ll be more diverse, more open-minded, more accepting. that's what i hope at least. if you know, as an individual, that you’re not a pretentious academic who places themselves above non-academics then that's wonderful- but there are dangers and negative sides to academia that need to be understood so that we can see to not perpetuating them.

i cant refute all points, mostly because there's a lot of good and well-explained criticism because no book is perfect. and my intentions are not to belittle anyone's opinion. these are merely opposing arguments, food for thought and to be fair- a critical look into why not everything is always going to be what we expect of it and why every ‘problem’ can be assessed.

#iwwv #if we were villains #iwwv critism #book review #tsh #dark academia #fanart

[moxfirefly]

I!! Have an request!! If you want, thats up to you! But how about the turtles have a friend (the reader) and no matter what they see hints of or how it seems she just doesnt seem to be in a relationship ever and then leo starts acting "odd" (in love) and one day michelangelo of all people catches leo and the reader in a romantic (or heated) moment! What do you think would happen? How would they handle their older brother in love? 😂 i just thought itd be a funny one-shot

Ok I’ve been wanting to tackle this for a while now and ima do my best for you friend, also I hope this reaches cause I know it’s been tough so I send you lots of love💕

Blue boi all in lovey dovey

Rated Mature (Romance but will a little sprinkle of smut) 18+ Only

Raphael squinted his eyes.

For the past twenty-two minutes he’d been wondering what was wrong with this picture. His breakfast was getting cold and he’d even neglected to smack Mikey’s hand away when he stole a piece of bacon off his place.

Raphael took pride in his observation skills, often he noticed plenty of things in his environment but while Donatello ran commentary on it he usually kept the information to himself. He shared a room with his youngest brother so he knew any odd shift when it came to Mikey. He is very close with Donnie, spending a few sleepless nights by his side while the genius tinkered away at projects, even lending a hand here and there.

Leonardo for all of his hard headed ways and their personality clashes, he felt he knew him well enough too. The leader though, was much more guarded in his emotions which made for some difficult moments to completely gage his older brother.

You on the other hand were an open book, plenty of times he’d spent time with you, getting to know plenty of your ticks and thoughts. Raph considered you a close friend, a confidant he could turn to.

But as you all sat together for a late breakfast. Mikey inhaling his while Donnie’s overworked eyes looked into his coffee cup as if lifes answers laid there, Leo and you were just sitting there, suspiciously.

You were still in your sleep wear, Leo’s groggy movements mechanical as he ate on autopilot. You yawned reaching for a coffee refill and without command or hesitation Leo had pushed the creamer and sugar towards you, going so far to place the exact amount of both in your mug. You had given him a sweet smile, reaching a hand to thumb a crumb away from the corner of his mouth.

Raphael raised a brow ridge, well naturally that could translate to common kindness. You all knew each other, often April had in some form or shape probably done something similar. He poked a few pieces of eggs into his mouth, now he was intrigued.

He picked up a few more instances where his curiosities got the better of him.

For instance one afternoon while you were over he had decided to gather info. Raphael had kitchen duty and you had stuck around to help him out. “What’s up with you?” A common not so invasive question, you shrugged. “Same old, same old” You gathered plates to set the table. Raphael kept his gaze at the task at hand, cutting tomatoes for the sauce he was preparing. “Yeah but have you done anything? Gone out with friends? Maybe found your future husband?” He chuckled even more so when you nudged him with an elbow. “A forget you have a sense humor under all that angst” Raph smiled, the two of you often bickered Iike this.

Truth be told you had never mentioned a boyfriend or a girlfriend, the subject was never really breached. With the amount of time you spent in the sewers with them it never came up if you had some partner or if you even were dating. Raphael added the tomatoes into a pot, you joined his side ready to help with more cutting of condiments.

Then Leo arrived and he felt the air shift, he peaked a glance at you, a small smile playing on your lips. Leo in turn greeting the two of you before he made his way towards the fridge to retrieve something to drink. “Want something?” He asked from the fridge and honest to God Raph was very sure he wasn’t asking him. You nodded extending a hand for the soda he gave you, he leaned against the fridge and chatted you up as nonchalant as ever.

Nothing in the small chat raised any flags, Raph’s sauce almost burning from how intently he was concentrating of quite literally eavesdropping on you two. You laughed at something he mentioned, that was bizarre because Leo was seriously not even funny but he could be biased on that end.

“Your hair looks pretty that way” Leo spoke, a tad bit shyly. Raph stirred the sauce, brow ridges shooting up, ‘real smooth big bro’ he couldn’t help but think. Then again he had probably at some point told April the same thing, well they all had commented on April being pretty in all manners of ways.

But this felt just the taddest bit different?

He excused himself having to get back to whatever he was doing. Raph squatted to get something from the bottom cupboards, he didn’t miss the blush on your cheeks.

“Yer hair does look nice like that” He tested, you beamed brightly at him. “Thank you, you’re very sweet when you put your heart into it” She teased smacking a hand towel at him.

Inconclusive results.

For now.

This stupid notion continued to bother Raphael, curiosity would kill the turtle in this case. He wanted to know if truly something was amiss there and you both being friends he wondered why you just hadn’t flat out told him what was up. Nevertheless he couldn’t drop the bomb on you, you could be motorfide or maybe deny it to high hell. Asking Leonardo was out of the question, he sure as hell wouldn’t say a thing.

So Raphael kept his gaze glued as you parted ways for the night. You gave a hug and kiss to everybody, quite normal for your loving nature. He got his hug and kiss, so did Donnie, April and Mikey. Once you landed on Leo you did the same.

He could’ve sworn you lingered a little more, going so far as to whisper something to him because Leo gave a little huff of a laughter and smiled. He definitely slid his hand away from your lower back quite slowly.

Maybe, just maybe...

One patrol night he got stuck with Leo while Mikey and Donnie were doing rounds on the truck. They were scouting out a bank that was rumored to be hit soon by a group of robbers. Raph didn’t mention you, in fact he patiently waited for these robbers to possibly show up.

Something vibrated and his gaze landed on Leo who was reaching a hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. His concentrated and serious featured softening with whatever he read on the screen. He typed back something quick, shaking his head from whatever image or words or whatever had been provoked out of him. “Everything good?” Raphael asked, Leo nodded as if back to ‘normal’ and that absolutely was suspicious in his book.

That night didn’t yield any resolution and honestly it’s around this time that Raph regrets this little task that had occupied his time. He had originally decided to leave it as inconclusive, at some point You two dummies had to say or do something. He had been rummaging his room for his hand wraps, more than ready to get his nightly workout in order. When he had come up empty handed he exited towards Leo’s room, he always had them which annoyed the red banded brute.

His first mistake was not knocking or making his incoming presence known. A rookie mistake considering he lived with three young adult brothers.

His second mistake was just barging in like he owned the place. An annoyed “Jesus Leo quick taking my shit” spewing out of him.

If mistakes One and Two had been adverted he wouldn’t be standing here, wide eyed and frozen.

Because he really didn’t need to see his brother stark ass naked on top of his best friend who he basically considered a little sister, equally naked to boot. There was a solid fifteen seconds where Raphael didn’t know if he running out was the best option, mumbling a ‘shit my bad’ was better or if covering his eyes and screaming at his brother that he better be a gentlemen to you cause you’re a great gal.

Leonardo’s hands cupped your exposed breast for modesty sake, the need for the ground to dramatically open up and swallow him whole heavy in his mind. You had squeaked when Raph barged in, hands super glued to Leo’s rear and god why couldn’t you scream and let go and scream some more.

Raphael finally turned around, an embarrassed heat breaking over his body as he groaned in disgust. “Shit fuck, sorry sorry! I didn’t see shit!” Oh but he did and oh did he crave bleach. “Raph get out! This is why you knock!” Leo chucked a pillow at his brothers shell. You had finally let go of Leo’s rear, covering your face in mortification. “Hang a sock or something outside then!! I can’t read minds!” Raph bellowed.

Mistake number 3 happened because Raphael was a drama Queen through and through and the shouting only helped to alert his brothers towards the room.

“Can you two not fight for five whole minu-OH GOD SORRY!” Donatalleo had exited as quickly as he had approached the room. Mikey thankfully barely saw anything since Raph and Donnie yanked him out which Leo was thankful, he knew Mikey would never let this situation go.

A very quiet hour passed by.

Nobody wanting to say anything. Mikey had left for the tunnels to skateboard for a while. Donnie had thrown himself into truck repairs not even wanting to discuss what his eyes had briefly seen.

And Raphael had sat on the couch, every few minutes making a face whenever his brain decided to bring back the nights events. He heard movement from Leo’s room, the small pitter patter that belonged to your feet. Raph kept his gaze down, whatever playing on the tv long forgotten, he saw your feet when they tentatively approached the couch.

“Um Raph” Your tone was hushed.

“Didn’t see anything, matter of fact nothing happened” Raph grabbed the remote, you sat down and sighed. “Listen you weren’t the one with your tits out here” You crossed your arms grumbling, Raph almost chortled but then he remembered Leo and simply made a face.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and him were a thing? We’re friends, I mean you can do better but you know” He smiled when he felt your elbow smack his arm. “He’s really nice don’t be so mean” You sat back on the corner, Raph looked at you, you were wearing an oversized shirt clearly spending the night.

“Sorry for ah, not knocking” Raph spoke softly.

“Sorry for no telling you I had it bad for your brother” You smirked, enjoying Raph’s disgruntled expression.

You scooted close and hugged his massive arm, Raph smiled. “He better be good to ya... and well, don’t break his heart, he’s an ass but he’s my big brother” You nodded against his arm.

You had stayed for a little before returning back to Leo’s room, the leader was reading on his bed but quickly looked up when you came in. “Everything alright?” He asked tentatively. You nodded climbing into bed and in between his legs to lay on him. “We could’ve so gone a better way telling everybody, at least it’s out and we can just be ourselves” You rested against him, Leo’s chin a top your head.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and smiled. “I’m never living this down but I’m happy we can just be ourselves” He poked your sides earning an earnest squeal from you.

Outside Raphael could hear the quiet giggling and laughter. He was happy for the two of you, it made sense.

Mikey walked in, board in hand and sweaty from skating for hours.

“So Leo loses his V card first, huh brah?”

Raphael groaned.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo x reader #leo tmnt #leonardo tmnt #tmnt Leonardo x female reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #leo x reader #Leonardo #Leo #tmnt raphael #tmnt Raph #Raphael #Raph #fluff #romance #mild ns*w #ask #requested oneshot #supershiny raven

[sluttyten]

Traces of You

Poly Orgy Series: Part 6

Poly Series Chapter Index

summary: there’s so much love to go around, quiet moments and hot nights, the press of skin on skin, whispered promises and I love yous, and under it all just the constant beating of a heart loved.

length: 23,764

tags/warnings: pregnancy mentions, breeding/impreg kink, smut, poly, multiple partners, some rough sex, impregnation/breeding kink, mentions of piss play and period sex, exhibitionism, it’s a lot of smut and a bit of romance, I’m not even going to try to tag everything

Mark’s fingers are calloused, rough where they trace from your navel up your stomach to your chest and still higher to the hollow of your throat. You swallow under his touch and feel Mark smile, his mouth pressed gently to your shoulder. 

“G’morning,” Mark mumbles, “I wondered how long you were going to sleep.”

Last night you just slept in Mark’s bed, twisted tightly in his sheets with him, too tired and worn down to be able to deal with any of the others. Mark had already been dozing in his bed and you knew that he wouldn’t try to chat your ear off, wouldn’t argue when you crawled into his bed. So you’d stripped beside his bed, then climbed in, your back to his chest, and his arms around your waist.

“Wanna sleep forever.” You sigh and attempt to twist around in Mark’s arms, but he squeezes tighter, keeping you in place.

“Stay here,” Mark whispers, “with me. Forget the others. Just us.”

You glance around the room that he shares with Yuta and Doyoung, but both of their beds are empty. You could stay here in bed with Mark. Yesterday was a shitty day all around, and you maybe had snapped a little at some of the boys when you walked in, so facing them today seems less than ideal.

You roll your hips back against him. Mark groans against your shoulder, his fingers twitching against your throat, and the other hand dips lower in between your legs. You twist your head, hiding your soft gasp of pleasure in the sheets of his bed.

His fingers explore, brushing past your clit, diving deeper, finding where you’re just growing wet. Gentle strokes of his fingers to stir that heat inside you, and you can feel him growing hard against your thigh, the subtle rolling of your hips and his.

When his fingers finally slide inside you, you whine and reach for Mark’s hand resting against your throat. He laced his fingers with yours even as he presses the fingers of his other hand knuckle-deep inside you. His lips brush your skin, stoking that heat higher and higher, and you bite your lip trying to hold in the sounds you want to make.

You want to savor this moment with Mark, and so often, intimate moments with one boy are interrupted by the arrival of one or more of your boyfriends upon the sound of your pleasure echoing through the walls.

Mark grinds against you, his dick hard now to an obvious bulge against you.

You squeeze his hand, gasping when he rubs his calloused fingers over that spot inside you that sends sparks over your skin. “Mm, Mark, just get inside me.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand, only withdraws his fingers from your pussy to fumble with his sleep pants, pushing them down to pull his dick out. You hear him spit into his hand, a quiet moan as he rubs his spit-slick hand over himself, and then he presses his tip against your opening, and then he fills you up.

Mark pushes in slow, savoring the feel of you stretching around him. “Aw, shit, baby,” he moans. “When was the last time you got fucked? You’re tight.”

You reach back to swat at him. “Shut up. You’re just used to having me in the middle of an orgy.” But it has been a little while since you last had sex. Even with as many boys as you’ve got in your life, since you all got back together, the focus has been more on romance than just sex. The jealousy brought about by sex is what ruined it all the first time.

Mark’s hands slide over your body, gripping, touching, holding you closer as he pulls back, then thrusts back in, taking up a steady rhythm that curls delicious heat through you.

A moan breaks through your lips, loud in the silence. You immediately bite your lip again, and Mark brings your joined hands up to your lips, slightly muffling your sounds against skin.

But it seems to be too late.

The door to the room opens and you cast a wary glance toward that growing crack of light.

Johnny appears first, and a thinner shadow slips through after, and as they draw nearer you make out Ten stepping along behind Johnny.

“Well, look, she’s not sleeping at all,” Ten says. His voice grows from a whisper to a regular speaking tone as both of the intruders see that you’re naked (not uncommon, to be truthful, you often sleep in the nude when you’re with your boyfriends) and that Mark’s hands grip your body, his body pressed tight against yours, hips drawing back and dipping forward.

“What do you want?” Mark groans, struggling to still his thrusts even as he feels you clench hungrily around him.

“We came to see if she was still pissed with all of us,” Johnny says, crouching down in front of you. “Are you?”

You bite your lip, struggling to hold in a moan as Mark’s hips jolt forward. You shake your head, forcing out the words, “No, Johnny. I just needed a bit of sleep.”

“And Marky’s dick?” Ten laughs.

“Yeah.” You gasp, fingers gripping the edge of the bed, arcing back against Mark, feeling him hit deeper inside you. “Oh God,” you moan, this time without restraint.

Johnny leans closer then, his lips capture yours for a brief kiss before he shushes you, strokes your cheek.

Mark keeps thrusting, his movements growing sloppier. You can tell he’s turned on by Johnny and Ten watching. Your gaze flicks toward Ten, toward where his hand has drifted to the front of his pants, readjusting his hardening length.

“Is this why you were upset last night?” Johnny asks. “Were you needy for cock? I knew hangry was an emotion, but were you horngry?”

“Wouldn’t that just be horny and hungry?” Ten asks.

Johnny rolls his eyes. “No.”

“I’m horngry,” Ten says with a mischievous grin. “But I mean my definition. Before coming in here I was just hungry. Maybe I’m still just hungry.” His eyes zero in on where you’ve shifted your legs apart, where the sight of Mark’s dick disappearing inside your pussy is visible.

Whether Johnny reads Ten’s mind or whether he just wants a better view of your body all stretched out and flushed with pleasure, Johnny reaches out and pushes Mark flat into his back, you ending up on top of him, your back to his chest, your legs fallen to either side of his as Mark groans and thrusts up into you now.

Now Ten licks his lips, looking hungrily at you. And then he settles on the edge of the bed and leans in, his hands on your hips as his breath brushes over your clit, quickly followed by the warm, wet heat of his tongue.

You cry out, unsure whether to drive your hips down onto Mark’s cock, or to try and feel more of Ten’s attention on your clit, but it seems it doesn’t matter as Ten chases the taste of you, the sound of your pleasure, moving as you move with each of Mark’s upward thrusts.

Johnny still kneels beside the bed, stroking your hair, watching you in delight. Occasionally he leans in to kiss you, sometimes chaste, sometimes kissing you deeply, but you moan and groan and lick hungrily, wanting more. And he seems to get that.

“Hungry?” Johnny asks. Ten lifts his head momentarily from between your legs, his mouth wet from your wetness and his own saliva, but it’s not him that Johnny addresses. He’s looking down at you, and he stands, revealing to you the hand he has circling around his thick cock sticking out from atop his pants.

Mark swears from beneath you and Ten kitten licks at your clit while still watching as you eagerly open your mouth, as Johnny steps in, as you unhinge your jaw to take Johnny’s girth.

When you woke up moments ago, this isn’t at all how you imagined you’d be beginning your day. A foursome before breakfast? Surprisingly not unheard of in your polyamorous relationship, but certainly not a common occurrence.

You swallow and gag around Johnny, but he cradles the back of your head, and you look up at him as he looks down at you. For a moment it’s just you and Johnny and you forget Mark shallowly thrusting into your, Ten flicking his tongue against your clit. But Ten bites at your inner thigh, expanding your worldview once more to include the two of them.

“Nothing sweeter than an orgy in the morning!” Ten sing-songs as he pulls his mouth away from you. “Our pretty partner sucking you off well, John? Her pussy tight, Mark?” His hands massage your thighs, holding them apart as he blows on your clit and you whimper around Johnny, your legs aching to close.

Johnny groans, holding your head as he thrusts slowly between your lips. He likes it like this, even thrusts down your throat, not wanting to abuse your throat, just to feel you around him perfectly.

“You know she is, Ten.” Mark groans, his voice tight and tense as he nears his orgasm. His hands come up to your chest, palming your breasts, his hips bouncing off the bed to crash against your ass, driving his cock inside you.

Ten draws your gaze when he scoots up, kissing his way from your abdomen toward your chest, he nudges Mark’s hands away, and gets to nipping lightly at your breasts, then moving higher to your throat, and then he skips from your throat to right beside your face, dropping a kiss to Johnny’s exposed hip.

Johnny grunts, and Ten smiles at him, but Johnny pushes him away, dipping his head toward your lower half, indicating that Ten get back to fulfilling his oral fixation with you.

Feeling Ten kiss his way back down your body and then so quickly suck your clit back between his lips, pushes you, all at once, into an orgasm.

You shiver and shake, clenching around Mark.

He clutches at your thighs, swearing softly  “oh shit, fuck, you’re just—“ and he can’t seem to control himself anymore, thrusting quickly and unevenly, his cock slipping out of you to just hump against you, hitting Ten’s chin as the elder of the two continues teasing your clit, elongating your orgasm.

Ten backs off for just a moment, helpfully pushing Mark back inside you, before he returns to happily licking you out.

Mark cums in a mess between your legs, his cock spilling out of you, shooting white stripes against the underside of Ten’s chin, over your thighs. His hips rock and you whine around Johnny, knotting your fingers in Ten’s hair.

Mark falls limp beneath you. You can feel his heart raging against your back.

Ten’s mouth wanders lower, his tongue dipping inside you, sucking your inner labia into his mouth in such a way that your thighs twitch and attempt to close around his head.

You whine. Johnny pulls back, leaving your jaw aching, your lips feeling bruised.

“No more.” You brush your hand over the top of Ten’s head, pushing his hair back. “Too much.”

Ten draws back without another word from you. He licks his lips, and moves toward Johnny.

Selfishly you move too, slipping to the side of Mark, and he sighs, draping an arm over your hips as you sit up. You open your mouth and reach for Johnny’s dick again. He gets the message.

You hold your mouth open, tongue sticking out, your hand jerking Johnny off into your tongue. Ten finally pulls his dick out, touching himself until you lift your free hand to touch him too.

Johnny cums first, thick and bitter on your tongue. You try to hold it all there, but when Ten cums as well a moment later, adding to the mess of cum on your tongue, it spills over dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin.

Ten’s barely finished cumming when he moves back and presses in to kiss you, sharing the cum on your tongue, and then cleaning what’s spilled. His wandering lips taste the cum on your cheeks and chin, and you tilt his head to the side so you can lick at Mark’s cum drying beneath Ten’s chin.

He slumps against you when you’re both nearly clean, and he draws your mouth back to his, just lazily kissing away the last remnants of semen from your mouth.

“Breakfast of champions,” you sigh, wiping at the corners of your mouth as Ten breaks the kiss. He pushes off the bed, pulling his shorts back into place, and starting toward the door. Johnny moves to follow. You twist in Mark’s arms, kiss his cheek, and say, “We should go actually eat breakfast.”

Mark’s fingers lace with yours again, and his eyes linger on yours, and his voice echoes in your mind from earlier. Stay. Later, you think, you’ll come back later and spend the rest of the day with Mark, but for now you’re hungry and Johnny’s standing in the doorway waiting for you.

Jaehyun absentmindedly traces the hickey the size of Australia on the side of your throat. You’re sitting together on the sofa, watching a drama with Doyoung and Jaemin and several others who come and go. You’re comfortable, tucked into his side like this, but it’s also distracting with the way that he circles his finger along the outline of the hickey.

It’s not from him, for one thing.

Lucas did it when you’d showered together after working out together a few days before. The mark was still obvious, and each time any of the boys drew attention to it, you felt a tingle of excitement course through you.

By this point, with Jaehyun constantly paying attention to it, you were admittedly wet and throbbing. But Jaehyun’s a tease so you just know that if you let him know what his touch did to you he would either continue doing it with no promise of anything further, or he would stop and leave you unfulfilled.

So you sit there squirming, your insides burning.

At one point you catch Doyoung’s eye. He looks between you and Jaehyun, and he smirks then turns his attention back to the drama.

You drop your head onto Jaehyun’s shoulder and sigh, tempted to just bury your face against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, to kiss at his throat, leave a mark there on him just like the one he’s apparently obsessed with on you.

It’s a long ten minutes later when Jaehyun finally sits up, shifting you from his shoulder. You look at him. He looks back at you and asks, “I’m done. Wanna come with me?”

You don’t know where he’s going, but he takes your hand and you let him lead you.

Hendery, YangYang, and Lucas are all sitting in the kitchen together. Hendery’s making something to eat while the other two seem to be arguing with each other. Taeil sits tucked in the back corner of the kitchen, headphones in as he stares at his phone and nibbles at something.

Jaehyun keeps leading you, and when you step out the back door into their house’s small yard, he leads you over to a bench set against the wall.

The stone is still warm from the day’s sunlight even as the chill of the night air settles on your skin from every other side.

Once more, you rest your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder, wrap your arm through his. “Why’d we come out here? Are we stargazing?”

Jaehyun’s hand rests on your thigh, and he drums his fingers there. “Mm, not quite. I could feel you getting all squirmy in there. Thought you could use some fresh air.”

You tilt your head back to look up at him.

Jaehyun’s head is tilted back against the house’s wall, his eyes closed.

“You know I was only squirmy because I’m horny, right?” You clarify. Jaehyun hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t open his eyes or move his hand on your thigh. “Like, fuck, Jaehyun you kept touching me, and all I want is to have your fingers inside me.” You reach down for his hand, trying to push it toward the crack between your thighs.

He shakes your hand off and you whine.

“So needy all the time,” he teases. “I heard about you and Lucas. Did he not fuck you well enough?”

“That was days ago,” you insist. “I want you, Jaehyun, why do you always have to do this?” You pout, thinking about all the times you’ve tried to fuck him and how Jaehyun only does it when he wants to, which is far less often than the others. He’s too often satisfied with just getting himself off or just watching, even though you know he gets jealous of the others. You might have thirteen other guys constantly willing to give it to you, but sometimes you just want Jaehyun.

He chuckles and cups your cheek in his hand. “Am I neglecting you?”

You nod.

Jaehyun’s smile is so soft and adoring as he leans fully back, and pats his lap. “Come on then.”

Jaehyun touches you like you’re fragile, his fingertips light on your body when he dips them under your clothes, resting his hands lightly on your hips as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

“Kiss me,” you tell him, holding your mouth just shy of his, hoping to make him come to you.

Jaehyun does, closing that small distance, his lips soft and warm, his kiss sweet. You sink into him, moaning as he pulls you closer by the hips.

You think you could probably kiss Jaehyun for hours, you love just making out with him. Except that you were already so horny before you came out here, so moist between the legs that you wonder if you’re soaking through your panties and pants yet.

You do like it sweet, but right now you’d prefer him being a little rougher.

You push at his shoulders.

Jaehyun grunts, bites your bottom lip as he pulls back from the kiss. “What? What do you want now?”

“Fuck me,” you pout, rolling your hips in his lap.

Jaehyun licks his lips, dips forward to kiss you again, and then he pushes you gently backwards to get you off his lap. You stand and Jaehyun stands as well, then gestures toward the bench for you. “Kneel.”

You kneel on the bench, facing the back wall of the house, and when Jaehyun grabs your pants and drags them down, you gasp and put your hands against the wall. The cool night air meets your heated skin, and you feel so exposed and it’s so new.

You’ve fucked them in all sorts of pairings and positions, messed around at the company building, in a grocery store bathroom, but you don’t think you’ve ever properly had sex with one of them outdoors in the open. And you’re surprised that Jaehyun is the first to do it, usually a bit more reserved when you’re together.

But his hand comes down on your ass without hesitation now, the smack of his palm against your skin echoes through the night and you gasp again. His fingers trail down between your legs, and when he finds you soaking wet, the damp heat of your pussy swallowing his fingers easily, Jaehyun swears under his breath.

“What part of this turns you on the most?” He asks, slicking his fingers up with your wetness. “That we’re doing this out here? That it’s me?”

You shift your hips, trying to get his fingers to enter you again, to hit deep inside you. But he pulls his hand away and smacks it down on your ass again. You know what he wants to hear: that it’s the fact that you’re doing this with him that has you so wet, that just being with Jaehyun has you soaking wet.

So that’s what you tell him.

“You!” You moan, your voice cracking through the night. Jaehyun gropes at your ass and you lean back into his touch. You kinda want him to fill you up in both places, in your ass and your pussy.

Jaehyun presses forward, a hand sliding over your hip and then around and down to dip his fingers to swirl at your clit. His hips press forward too, and you whine when you feel his bare cock against your ass, hot and hard, every inch of him sending a flare of lust through you that has your hips jolting with want.

“You want me? Want me to fuck you now?” Jaehyun murmurs, tracing circles on your clit, shifting against your back so his erection fits against the cleft of your ass. “God, sweetheart, want me to put a baby in you?”

Your belly swells with heat that liquefies and gathers there at the apex of your thighs. Jaehyun’s other hand moves around, pressed flat against your belly.

This definitely isn’t the first time he’s mentioned this to you. And you’ve encouraged it before, and you’ve thought realistically about the implications of this kink of his.

Jaehyun would be a great dad. Any baby of his would be adorable and sweet.

You moan and push your ass back, squirming some more, hoping he gets the message.

Jaehyun enters you in one smooth thrust, pressing your forward so your body rocks against the wall.

Neither of you is quiet, that’s something you learned long ago. Jaehyun’s vocal in bed, and you don’t usually see any reason to keep quiet either, so right now, as he fucks you out in the open of their small yard, you forget to close your mouth, bite your tongue. All the sounds pour out, mixing with Jaehyun’s.

“Keep it down out there!” Someone calls from an open window upstairs.

You laugh and drop your head onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. His own laugh is music to your ears.

You bite your lip, though, trying to hold in your sounds, as Jaehyun rolls his hips, grips onto yours, alternating between slow smooth thrusts and brutal fucks that you know will leave you with bruises on your knees and soreness of your hips tomorrow.

“Mm, oh, gonna look so sexy, sweetheart,” Jaehyun moans, pressing the words into your hair. “All round and big with a baby. And your tits, shit.” His hand leaves your clit to attend to your breasts, weighing one in his hand before twisting the nipple.

You can imagine it too. A big belly and boobs bouncing with each thrust. The intimacy of fucking while pregnant. Of carrying his baby. You get a strange thrill, thinking of Jaehyun as a father, cooing at a baby in his arms, telling the child stories, singing the baby lullabies as he rocks it to sleep, Jaehyun falling asleep with his baby curled up on his chest.

But you think of the others, of the curl of Johnny’s hand against your waist, of Doyoung’s broad shoulders, of Hendery’s eager lips ready to worship your body. Could you give them all up for Jaehyun’s fantasy?

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You’ve been down that rabbit hole before and it didn’t end well.

You just want to get lost in this moment. In the feel of Jaehyun inside you, the pleasure building into a sweet climax for both of you. Your nails scrape against the wall of the house, and Jaehyun’s arms tighten around you, pulling you tighter back against him as his moans take a guttural turn, his dick twitches, and you feel the familiar burst of his load filling your pussy, how he keeps fucking you, a hand pressing you forward, pulling your hips back so he can thrust into you at just the right angle, so he can see how your ass looks and how some of his cum leaks out with each thrust.

Your eyes roll and your orgasm snaps through you suddenly, tingling from your fingers to your toes and you gasp his name, “Jaehyun!”

He fits against you now, his mouth drops to your throat, lips hot and stinging as he starts to leave his own mark on your throat to rival Lucas’s. You can’t even moan, the sound coming out something like a gurgle. Jaehyun moans, rocking his hips forward, pushing his load in deeper and deeper as if maybe if he pushes it deep enough his kink for seeing you pregnant might come true.

You don’t have the heart to remind him that you are on birth control. That you have been on it for months, protecting yourself and the fourteen of them from an unwanted pregnancy like this.

“You know I love you,” Jaehyun murmurs, as he slows his movements and then stops, but he doesn’t pull out yet. He keeps his voice low as if, even though you’re outside, he’s afraid that the others will overhear him. As if making a love confession, although he’s told you many times now, is still something secret, something to keep from the others despite having heard it from several of them.

“I love you too,” you tell him, dropping your head back to rest against his shoulder. And you sigh, repeating, “I love you too.”

You already know today is going to be shit for several reasons. One, you woke up that morning with a splitting headache that medicine had only slightly helped, so you’d been guzzling water all morning praying that you were just dehydrated and that would fix it. Two, drinking all that water meant that you desperately had to piss, and by the time you went to the bathroom, you realized you’d also started your period and now your panties were an absolute mess. Third, it was storming. Fourth, you’d argued with Taeyong and Jaehyun yesterday. Fifth, your day at work had just been very busy with hardly a moment of respite, so by the time you were leaving for the day, your body was aching and cramping and you were rained on and you still had a goddamn headache.

All you wanted to do was go home, but your phone was blowing up with messages from the group chat with your boyfriends.

You silenced it, not in the mood at all to do anything except go home, shower, pop some more medicine, and curl up in bed to sleep for the next twelve hours.

That plan was immediately derailed when you got home and found two damp shapes sitting outside your door. Yuta and Ten.

Even with their hoods pulled up over their heads, and even standing under the overhang of your building the rain was blowing sideways, soaking them both through.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping between them to jam your key into the lock. “Get inside, you’ll both catch colds.”

Their shoes squeak and squeal agains the entryway. Jackets slop against the wall as they leave them on the hooks beside the door. You drop your keys and purse and umbrella there and just keep walking, raking your fingers through your hair, hoping that maybe it’ll ease the headache that’s slowly ramping back up to its full power. You hear the low voices behind you, but you don’t look back at them until you’re in the kitchen, swallowing down a glass of water with two pills.

“Are you okay?” Yuta asks, his voice gentle, curious, worried. He moves silently up beside you, a cautious hand hovering an inch from your back. “Everyone was trying to message you earlier.”

You press the glass to your cheek, loving the cool feel of it against your skin, and you sink down onto your elbows at the sink, closing your eyes. “It’s just been a long day, Yuta. I just wanted to come home, so I haven’t even read the messages.”

The counter beside you pops a little. The glass is plucked from your hand.

You open your eyes and see Ten has lifted himself up into your kitchen counter. He presses a cool hand to your cheek in place of the glass, then moves it to your forehead. You bat it away. “I’m not sick. Stop.”

Both of them stay where they are even as you take a few steps back. You glance toward your bedroom.

Thunder rumbles outside, and in the silence you can hear the harsh spray of the rain against the windows of your apartment. Somewhere in another unit a baby cries and you hear a door slam somewhere else. Your head throbs.

Ten slides off the counter. He doesn’t stop even when you groan and try to protest, he just takes your hand and walks you toward your room. You hear Yuta following. He leads you through your room into your bathroom, and here you put a hand up to stop them both.

“You’ve had a shit day, that much is obvious.” Ten says. “Let us take care of you. That’s what we’re here for.”

“Yeah.” Yuta comes up behind you. His hands glide over your shoulders, pulling your jacket down your arms. His fingers deftly unfasten your pants. He kisses your shoulder. “A nice warm shower, some cuddling.”

You relax into their ministrations, as they slowly pulling your belt from the loops, drag your shirt up your torso and over your head, push your pants down and help you step out of them.

That’s when Yuta pauses and kisses your hip. You open your eyes and see that he’s knelt down in order to help you step out of your pants, and that he’s got a clear line of sight now to the stain spread across your panties. “Oh, baby, we can take care of you.”

You huff, wanting to tell him not to call you a baby, not now. You don’t want to feel like a helpless little creature that they think they need to take care of.

Ten opens his mouth as if to ask Yuta what he’s taken that nurturing tone for, and then he notices as well. A sudden wave of embarrassment comes over you, and you cover your face with your hands. You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed by this. Menstruation is a perfectly normal thing that happens every month to you. They’ve all been around you when you were on your period before. Yuta had actually once before fingered you when you were on your period. Ten and Xiaojun and Kun had all gone out together once to by you some emergency pads when you were at the company building with them. They’d ended up messing up, but it was okay; blessedly the members of Red Velvet had walked in while you were trying to talk the boys through which pads to buy, and Irene had been a goddess in disguise as she had one that you could use.

You know they all know and understand about your period, but there’s just something about your already shitty day and now two of your boyfriends taking pity on you because they see that your panties are bloody.

“Hey.” Ten tugs at your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t be embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I just am.” You sigh, lifting your gaze to the ceiling as you feel foolish tears starting to rise in your eyes.

Yuta moves away from you, and you hear him start the shower. Ten still holds your hands. “We’ve been here before, babe. And don’t forget that both Yuta and I have sisters. We know about periods.” He kisses your hand. “Relax. You’ve had quite a day, so just shower, relax. What do you want to eat? We’ll order in.”

Sometimes it is nice to feel a little pampered.

Yuta tests the water to make sure it’s warm enough, and then Ten retreats from the bathroom, already looking to order food. Yuta stays as you pull your panties down at last and step quickly into the shower.

A moment later, he follows. He holds out his hand as you lift the shampoo bottle.

You let him shampoo your hair, his fingertips massaging your scalp, his gaze gentle on your face and following the path of the suds down your body. He kisses you occasionally, little surprise pecks to your lips, grimacing when he gets a taste of shampoo. You feel your muscles grow less tense with every moment longer you spend in the shower with Yuta. The headache shrinks, your cramps ease, the aches from the stresses of the day fade under the magic of Yuta’s touch.

It’s not long before his wandering hands have you turned on. His fingers caressing the shape of your breasts, his body against yours.

“Yuta.” You sigh his name, and his touch traces down from your navel to your clit, and you feel yourself relaxing further with each new wave of pleasure that pulses through you. You weave your fingers through his hair, and bring his mouth down to yours. Yuta grins into the kiss, circling his fingers on your clit, securing an arm against your lower back as you shiver closer to him.

Every move he makes pushes your day toward being a little better. Each kiss and low sound of pleasure that rumbles his chest, each second that he keeps his fingers busy with your clit. He doesn’t even seem to mind that you’re on your period, not that it had really stopped him the last time. Yuta just backs you against the shower wall, kissing you even as the shower’s spray soaks him full in the face, just so he can taste the moans fresh from your mouth as he lifts your thigh up to his hip, as he thrusts smoothly into you and still keeps at your clit.

You’ve always loved the way Yuta makes you feel when it’s just the two of you. He pays such special attention, so in tune with your needs, giving you exactly what you need even if you aren’t aware of what you need in the moment. So now as he thrusts gently into you, kissing you softly and moving down to mouth at your throat (the bruises from Jaehyun and Lucas are still fading), you begin to fall apart, an orgasm rocking through you, the sweet release relaxing you utterly.

Yuta steps away after that, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips while his hand drifts down to take care of himself. When you attempt to protest, reaching for him to draw him back toward you, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to give you too much. You’re probably sensitive right now, aren’t you?”

He’s probably right, but just because your vagina and whole abdominal region and everything are more sensitive than normal right now at the beginning of your period, it doesn’t mean that you want your boyfriend to have to jerk off instead of being inside you.

“It’s fine, baby,” he kisses you again. “I’ll finish up in here. Go dry off, see what Ten’s up to.”

You pout, but he gives you a pointed look.

“Finally!” Ten says, rolling across your bed into an upright position as you come out of the bathroom. “Food’s on its way. But it’ll probably be, like, an hour.”

You walk over to your closet, pull on sweats and a baggy shirt, then crawl onto your bed with Ten. He lies down in front of you, both of you curled on your sides, face to face. He holds your hand.

Lightning flashes, making your room bright for an instant before the world dims again, leaving your room illuminated only by the light coming from in your bathroom. Thunder rumbles lowly outside, rattling the window of your bedroom. The shower’s still running and under the sound of the shower and the rain, you hear Yuta moan, a lovely distant sound.

Ten kisses your hand. “I could hear you both, you know. You weren’t very loud, honestly, but I swear I have an extra sense dedicated to hearing your sounds of pleasure.”

“It just happened. We didn’t mean to leave you out.” You say, reaching up with your other hand to caress Ten’s cheek. “I wish you would’ve stayed in there. I like it when the two of you....”

Ten dips forward and kisses you before you can complete the sentence. “It’s fine. I don’t think I’m much into blood during sex.”

You’re still positioned like that when Yuta emerges from your bathroom, toweling his hair dry, his pants slung low on his hips. He joins you both on the bed, ends up passing out before the food arrives, and you and Ten eat without him.

You completely forget about your phone and all the unread messages from the others, forget about everything but right then, right there in your apartment with Ten and Yuta.

There’s just something so delightfully simple and pleasant about sunlight on bare skin, a cool breeze, and your toes in the water.

Xiaojun hums happily beside you, the melody something you’ve been hearing a lot of over the last couple weeks, each of the boys singing and humming snippets of the song they’re all recording. His head is pillowed on his arms behind his head, sunglasses hide his eyes, and his feet splash in the water as well.

You lean back on your palms, tilt your face up to the sun.

A day trip to the beach was exactly what you’d needed.

You weren’t sure who had bribed their manager, but here you were at the beach, sitting on the end of a small dock that shot out into the water. Somewhere behind you were Hendery, Taeyong, and WinWin.

You startle a little when you feel a fingertip tracing down the ridges of your spine. Xiaojun laughs under his breath and mutters an apology. You slide down beside him, tipping onto your side and resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat picks up under your ear, and you smile.

Things are usually like this with Xiaojun. Not a lot of talking, just peaceful quiet, gentle touches. Sometimes less gentle touches.

His hand glides down your spine, fingertips dipping beneath the top edge of the bikini bottoms you’re wearing.

Distantly you hear a shout from Hendery, Taeyong’s cackling laughter and a shout from WinWin also. You don’t look up from Xiaojun’s chest, but he huffs out a laugh, his fingertips still stroking lower and lower. You sigh, feeling the heat blooming across your skin.

There’s no one else around, just the five of you. Their manager’s not even around, he left like half an hour ago to go grab food and a drink, promised he’d be back later.

Xiaojun’s heart rate speeds up.

His hand cups your ass inside your bikini.

You sit up, sliding over him, straddling his lap, and sitting up tall. Xiaojun brings his other hand up to your thigh, stroking and drawing shapes on your skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, his voice full of awe, his eyes squinted against the sunlight that peers around you. The full halo effect.

A cool breeze tickles your back but the heat in your core grows hotter, and you shiver, shifting your hips in Xiaojun’s lap. He groans pleasantly, gripping your hip and your thigh. You do it again.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice tight.

You just smile, lean down, and the moment your lips brush his throat, Xiaojun’s head tilts back and his lips part to let out a soft moan. “I want to make you feel good, Xiaojun.”

Xiaojun only shows the slightest hesitance, any sign of it vanishing as you kiss his throat and sneak a hand between your bodies to slip his growing erection out of his shorts, sliding against the crotch of your bikini bottoms.

Xiaojun mutters something in Cantonese.

You sit up straight to admire your handiwork, a pretty flowery mark left by your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck. Xiaojun’s gaze falls from your lips to settle on your cleavage, each rise and fall of your chest holding his interest.

You reach behind you, tugging your bottoms aside, and you guide him against you, his tip fitting easily inside your pussy.

It’s almost Pavlovian at this point that when you’re with the boys you get desperately wet, ready to fuck at a moments notice. Not that you let that on to them. But it does happen and come in use for moments like this when the innocence of a moment changes over in an instant to sexual.

You settle back on Xiaojun, sinking him fully inside you. His fingertips bite into flesh, he licks his lips, eyes wandering down to where your body meets his, the sight unluckily obscured by the material of your bikini, though all it takes is you lifting up on your knees just a little for him to catch a glimpse. He swears again in Cantonese.

You drop back down, rolling your hips, enjoying the sight of Xiaojun trying to bite back the sounds of his pleasure as you fuck yourself on his cock out here in the open, fully bathed in sunlight on the end of this dock. You lift your gaze from him momentarily, searching for the others. You don’t have to look for long.

Hendery and Taeyong are curled around a stray cat, playing with it. WinWin is much closer, hovering at the beginning of this short dock, his eyes fixed on you and Xiaojun.

Xiaojun grunts and bucks up into you impatiently. You drop a hand to his chest, feel his heart racing under your palm.

WinWin doesn’t look away and neither do you as you start riding Xiaojun again, your nails scraping lightly against his chest, your soaked pussy gliding up and down his length. WinWin watches silently, slowly (ever so slowly) approaching.

“You’re insatiable, fucking like this where anyone can see.” He drops down beside the two of you, sinking back onto his elbows. “You couldn’t at least wait until we were back in the car?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Xiaojun gets off on the thrill of doing this outside, don’t you?” You know you’re enjoying the public aspect of this. There’s a strange energy buzzing under your skin, feeling the sunlight and the open air on your body. Xiaojun moans and nods. You lean in and drop a quick kiss to his mouth.

“Filthy,” WinWin teases.

And then his fingers come up to caress your neck. You lean into his touch, the tenderness of the motion paired with the degradation of his speech. And then you realize.

You feel the pluck, the unraveling, the tickle as the bow tying up your top comes undone, slipping from around your neck and down your chest.

“Oh hell yes,” Xiaojun sighs as your tits are exposed to his eyes. His nails drag in tingling trails from your hips, over your belly and your thighs as you sit back, dropping your head back, exposing your body to the sunlight. Xiaojun’s fingers slip into the front of your bottoms, tugging the material aside, revealing at last the pretty sight of your clit, and your wetness glistening and his cock disappearing inside you as you thrust down onto him.

WinWin pushes himself upright, hand returning to the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, and he drags your mouth toward his crashing together in a kiss that tastes like salt and sunlight and sin.

“What if someone sees?” You ask as WinWin’s mouth drags away from yours, hot kisses burning along your jaw, down your throat. “We could get in serious trouble....”

“No one’s going to see, angel,” Xiaojun groans. His fingers dig into your skin, hard enough that you know there will be some bruising later. “No one’s been around all day.”

And you know it’s true. This isn’t the most public beach. Since you arrived earlier, there’s been maybe two or three people that passed by. And you’re out on the dock, if anyone dares to look close enough at what you’re doing, then there’s nothing much you can do about it.

WinWin claims your mouth again, his hand glides down your spine, fingers light enough as to inspire a shiver and a moan. Xiaojun murmurs something in Cantonese, his grip digging in almost painfully, but your core flares and clenches around him. His thumb circles your clit, and at the same moment WinWin’s wandering hand dips down the back of your bikini, a finger presses against your second entrance.

You gasp into the kiss, and WinWin smiles, pressing a small kiss to your mouth. “You like that? Filthy girl, you like being fucked and fingered here out in the open on the beach. Got your chest out, both holes filled. Dirty.”

His fingertip eases in, and you choke on a moan, Xiaojun starting to babble a bit in a combination of several languages that you can’t even comprehend. 

Your ass is still slick, stretched from messing around with Johnny early that morning. He’d woken you with his tongue and his fingers, paying special attention to your ass, leaving kisses and light bites to the backs of your thighs. Even now you can feel the ghost of his touch burning against your skin even as you’re pressed between two others.

A second finger enters you, and you collapse forward over Xiaojun, your orgasm quakes through you. Both Xiaojun and WinWin fill you with gentle strokes; Xiaojun rocking his hips up, WinWin crooking his fingers, and Xiaojun moans low and long as he cums inside you.

He doesn’t even entirely wait until he’s finished before he’s pulling you up by your thighs and ass. WinWin swears at him as he tugs you away from his fingers, but he shuffles forward even as Xiaojun guides you forward until your dripping pussy is hovering over his face, and then he succinctly brings you down onto his tongue.

In the same moment WinWin moves your bottoms to the side, and snubs his tip against your ass. He holds there, leaning in to touch his lips to the back of your neck, and he whispers, “You good?”

You look around for a second at the beach. It’s still as empty as before. Hendery and Taeyong have, however, stopped playing and now stand at the mouth of the dock watching. The cool ocean breeze teases your skin, your sensitive nipples, rakes its fingers through your hair. You shiver.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You gasp, moving your hips with each lap of Xiaojun’s tongue, your fingers dig into his hair, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.

Over the months since this renewed relationship, since Xiaojun and Hendery joined in, you’ve had the luck to learn that Xiaojun is extremely talented with his tongue, WinWin’s only rival in that regard, although he will often and eagerly eat you out, unlike WinWin who chooses to do so only on certain scattered occasions. 

WinWin pushes in deeper.

The boards a few feet away creak and you look up to see Hendery. His hand cups your chin, lifting your face so he can see your eyes, and his thumb swipes along your bottom lip. The bulge in the front of his shorts is obvious.

“Can I fuck you too?” Hendery’s voice is strained, especially as you moan and Xiaojun echoes the sound still licking you up. 

“Please, please!” You beg. 

WinWin’s fingers lace with Xiaojun’s at your hips, each of his thrusts moving you against Xiaojun’s mouth. And then Hendery’s bumping against your chin, but you pull back, lifting up a hand to circle at the base of his cock. 

You love the way that Hendery always melts into your touch, so pliant and needy. He wants to be a rough fuck, but among all of your boyfriends, Hendery is so soft. He would probably submit to you if you tried, but you’re always so pleased with being the submissive one.

Hendery’s cock is pretty, a decent length, pink-tipped, always blushing softly when you pay attention to him. Now is no different. Your focus is torn between the three of them -- but Hendery’s cock is holding your focus the most, your hand around him, you flick your tongue out to taste his weeping tip. 

Xiaojun gasps, pushing at your thighs. You tense against WinWin, and he pauses, backing away enough that you can move from Xiaojun’s face. 

The boy beneath you has lips glistening and swollen from you rubbing against his mouth. He looks dazed, and he squirms out from beneath you, licking at his lips. “So sweet.”

Hendery crashes back into you, kneeling down in front of you, his mouth crushed against yours. WinWin dips his hips forward against you again, hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can see your tight hole swallowing him up. Your hand moves down Hendery’s body, and when you wrap your hand around his cock, he shudders, his breath catching in the kiss. 

You like how Hendery fits in your hand, so perfectly, and he gasps again, shivering as you pay special attention to the tip, your other hand dipping low to touch his balls, and with that you feel him hitting his climax, perhaps quicker than you expected. His cock twitches in your hand, and you feel the warm heat of his load shooting over your belly. 

“That was quick,” WinWin teases from behind you, still thrusting at his own pace. Your knees ache.

Hendery flips him off, but moves back, falling back onto his hands and ass. He tucks himself away. “Alright, how long will you last? Huh?”

You can hear the grin in WinWin’s voice as he says, “You want to see?”

He pulls out of you, leaving your ass gaping, your body feeling suddenly so empty. You turn, and WinWin nods his head, his hands gently pressing you onto your back, the sun-warmed dock hot against your skin for a moment until you forget about it when WinWin grabs your thighs, pulling them apart just a bit wider, fingers skimming up your inner thigh, then he pulls your bikini bottoms aside even more.

You look up at him, see him haloed by sunlight as you’d likely appeared to Xiaojun earlier. 

And then he’s inside you, a long smooth thrust that feels so damn good. Your body shifts over the boards of the dock, the dry wood pricking against your skin.

“I swear, if I go home with a splinter in my ass, I’m breaking up with you, Dong Sicheng.”

He chuckles, kissing along the line of your throat. “You’ll be fine.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” Xiaojun sighs, and you twist your head to see him still sitting there, splayed out in the sunlight, soft dick out, lips still wet from your pussy. He just looks at your tits, at how they bounce as WinWin thrusts into you. You wink at him, then turn your attention back to the man inside you.

WinWin’s face is drawn into focus as he lowers himself onto his elbows over you, his bottom lip caught under his teeth. You loop your arms under his, your hands on his back, nails scratching along the perfect skin of his shoulders, and that just draws a hiss from him, a sharper thrust.

“Fuck, WinWin,” you gasp. 

It feels intimate, even out in the open with three others watching you from feet away. But it could be just the two of you, his face right before yours, his body pressed against your in all the ways, WinWin encompassing you entirely. Your body buzzes with a sweet energy, heat zipping under your skin, blushing over you.

He gathers you in his arms, thrusting into you with new speed. Your breasts press to his chest, your nails dig into his back, the boards of the dock prick your shoulders, but all of that dims in comparison to feeling WinWin cum for you, inside you. The warm spurts of him emptying himself, the half-swallowed sounds of pleasure he doesn’t allow himself to make.

He sinks down over you and you don’t cum again, but the nice buzzy feeling that rolls through you is good enough.

After another moment of this, you feel his lips on your shoulder, soft kisses, and then suddenly he pushes upright, and flips backwards off the end of the dock into the deeper water at the end. The splash soaks over you, and you sit up, laughing and looking down at the froth of the water where he’s just disappeared. Xiaojun and Hendery come closer too, looking over the edge of the dock, as WinWin surfaces.

He pushes his hair back from his face, treading water. 

“Feeling reenergized?” You ask.

He nods, and swims for the ladder on the side, tugging himself up, and he sits down beside you, shakes his head and runs his fingers back through his hair. He looks happy, relaxed.

You look around at all of them. They all look happy and relaxed, bare-faced, and natural. Even Taeyong, who you feel ashamed to admit that you forgot about in the lust-driven moments before. He smiles lazily, watching the four of you.

“Hey! Are you all ready?” Comes the distant shout of their manager from a spot where the beach turns into paved road. 

Xiaojun twists to look, wiping at his mouth, tugging his shorts back into place, making himself look like he didn’t just have sex. Hendery ducks in quickly to press a final kiss to your lips before turning and jogging toward their manager. WinWin lingers, tugging your bikini back into place, his hands lingering on your breasts, caressing your skin, his lips at the nape of your neck as he ties the bow perfectly.

Taeyong stands just a few feet away, leaning against a post, arms folded. You pout at him even as WinWin slips his hand into yours and starts walking with you. You reach out to Taeyong as you pass, and he grins his precious crooked grin, eyes sparkling in a way that makes your belly flop, his hand slips into yours also.

“Sorry you weren’t involved in that,” you apologize.

Taeyong scoffs. “Don’t worry about it. You know you don’t always have to take every single one of us just because we’re there, right? I feel like we’ve definitely had this discussion before.”

“Because we have,” WinWin says. He kisses the side of your head, unknots his fingers from yours. “It’s just as nice to watch you as it is to be with you.”

The three of you trudge across the sand, pausing only to gather your towels and the bag you’d brought along, and then you all pile back into the van. Their manager looks you all over, his gaze settling on you for just a second longer before he looks ahead at the road and starts up the van. 

While the others arrange themselves inside, you and Taeyong stand outside, listening to the Chinese members bickering with each other. You rest your head on Taeyong’s shoulder, and you whisper quietly to him, “I do still want you. Like, I’m not entirely satisfied until you’re all satisfied.”

Taeyong waits until the van’s lurched into motion, until Hendery’s commandeered the AUX cord, and then he buries his fingers inside you in the backseat, your head pillowed on his shoulder, his fingers gentle and so good, carrying you into one weak orgasm and then another, before your thighs close around his hand and you press a whine into his skin.

He kisses your head. “Trust me, baby, I’m satisfied,” he whispers, and he slides his hand from your lap, wiping his fingers off on the sandy towel at his feet.

Maybe you and Jungwoo and Doyoung had gotten into the secret stash of wine Johnny kept in his room. Maybe. 

And maybe a little wine drunk and in very good moods, you were having an impromptu dance party down in the living room.

Doyoung laughed from the sofa, still cradling his glass of wine, watching as you and Jungwoo danced together. Jungwoo was shirtless, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts. You weren’t dressed in much more--only a tshirt you’d borrowed from Ten and a pair of tiny shorts underneath. 

Jungwoo was feeling himself, giggling and bursting into loud laughter, wiggling and waving his body to the music. You tried to mirror his moves, but more often than not you were collapsing into laughter, only just able to stay up on your own two feet. 

You’ve just stepped forward to grab onto Jungwoo’s waist, pulling your bodies together so you can rise onto your toes to kiss him, when the door to the house opens and Johnny walks inside. At first he thinks nothing of you and Jungwoo dancing together in the living room, thinks nothing of Doyoung watching you both with a big grin. It’s not until his eyes land on the wine that he pauses.

He opens his mouth, and you quickly slip away from Jungwoo, dancing over to Johnny with a pretty grin on your face, invitingly reaching out for him. “Johnny,” you sing his name, “Come dance. We got into your wine, but only because there was none anywhere else, and it’s rainy and we didn’t want to go out, and we promised we weren’t going to drink it all and we’ll replace it.” You twist your arms around his neck, bounce on your toes and lay on all of your charm. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad.” Johnny’s hand rests against the small of your back. “Kinda wish you’d invited me to the party.”

“You can still come.” You sway. “Have a drink. Relax. Dance. Even Doyoung’s dancing with us.”

You break away from Johnny, slipping and sliding across the floor, nearly careening into Doyoung’s lap, but he reaches up and catches you before you even fall. You take his hands and tug, pulling Doyoung up onto his feet, dragging him to dance with you and Jungwoo. Johnny settles down into Doyoung’s abandoned spot, takes the glass of wine (also formerly Doyoung’s) and finishes it in one go. 

Johnny grabs the phone, switches the music, the beat of the new song is sexier, and you grin, twist your arms around Doyoung’s neck as you sway to the beat. Jungwoo slides up behind you, his hands on your waist, grinding against you. 

Johnny pours himself another glass of wine, just observing.

Doyoung whines a little under his breath when you kiss at the exposed section of his chest where his shirt’s fallen open, and he tries to draw back from you, his gaze flicking to the other two. You don’t know when he got so shy. 

All the noise finally draws the attention of some of the others who’d been upstairs, and you watch as Mark comes down the stairs, looking at this collection of you all before he tromps the rest of the way down to join in. Johnny changes the music again, everyone pours themselves another drink, and you keep dancing.

You dance until a sleepy-eyed Chenle peers over the edge of the stairs, yawning, and asks for you all to quiet down.

Doyoung buries giggles in his hand, Mark barks out a laugh and ends up face-planting onto the sofa. Both of them are drunk, and it takes Johnny covering Doyoung’s mouth with his hand to get the younger of the two to stop laughing. 

“I’m going to take them to bed,” Johnny tells you. “Don’t drink the rest of the wine.” He tugs Doyoung and Mark onto their feet, pulls Doyoung’s arm around his shoulders, and guides both Doyoung and Mark up the stairs to their bedroom.

Jungwoo steps closer to you again, pushes his hair back off his face, but it just flops back into his eyes. He looks tired, but still flushed from the exertion of the dancing and from the wine racing through his blood. 

The house has grown quiet around you. It no longer feels right to be noisy, so the next time you speak, it’s in a whisper.

“Are you hungry?” You start to walk toward the kitchen, pausing to wait for Jungwoo’s answer. 

He nods. “What are you going to make?”

You try to keep quiet as you dig through their cabinets and the fridge, looking for something for the two of you to snack on. After several minutes, you settle on ice cream, which you and Jungwoo share, digging it out of the container which you hold between yourselves as you sit on the floor back in the living room, the lights all turned off, but the TV is on, though the volume is so low that you can’t hear it hardly at all. It’s mostly just providing light.

The sweetness of the ice cream hits the spot, exactly what you’d been craving. But then you need something salty to balance it out, and Jungwoo leaves you there, and when he reappears he’s got a bag of potato chips, which he shares with you.

But soon you’ve had enough, can barely keep your eyes open.

“I’m going to bed.” You lean over and kiss him goodnight, push to your feet, and wobble unbalanced toward the stairs.

“Goodnight!” Jungwoo’s whisper carries across the room. He looks at the TV and raises the volume a little bit.

You can still hear the TV, just barely audible, when you reach the top floor, when you step into Taeil’s room. He’s already asleep, but he stirs when the door opens, light streaking across the room. 

“Hmm?” He squints at you. 

“Sorry, it’s just me.” You tell him. You tiptoe across the room, crawl into bed, picking your way across the vast expanse of this bed (overlarge when it’s just the two of you in it), and at last you curl up beside Taeil. He yawns and sinks back into his pillow, eyes already closed, breath level, back asleep.

You wish you could fall asleep so easily. Even though you were tired downstairs, your heavy eyes trying to fall shut, now that you’re here in the soft warmth and comfort of the bed in the wonderfully dark room, you’re more wide awake than ever. 

Maybe it’s the sugar from the ice cream. Maybe it’s the faint glow that you can barely catch except out of the corner of your eye, radiating from the glow-in-the-dark dildo that Ten bought a few weeks back. But you can’t sleep and your mind races.

Two rooms over you hear the dull murmur of voices, and you know it’s probably Jaehyun and Johnny. Taeyong’s been out all night. Jungwoo’s still downstairs. Doyoung and Mark didn’t look like they would last long when Johnny lugged them upstairs, and Yuta had gone to bed hours ago with a headache. Everyone else’s rooms were on the other two floors, and the members of WayV weren’t even home at all. Downstairs you can hear the voices of some of the Dream members.

You feel the space all around you, so empty even with Taeil’s body heat right there beside you. You remember the times that all the spaces of this bed were filled with bodies. The time that the twelve of your boyfriends (because it was before Xiaojun and Hendery were a part of this) slept in the bed and on the floor, all of them hanging around because they just wanted to be close to you.

You’d managed to fall asleep then, but you’d been exhausted from the sex.

Now you toss and turn.

Taeil mumbles something one time when you turn over, his hand drifting over toward you as if to comfort you, but his fingers just barely brush your thigh.

You sigh.

In the darkness, you lie there with your eyes open, and before your eyes memories surface, mixing with fantasies, playing out before your eyes like twisted daydreams painted on the ceiling. Memories in this bed. 

Taeil waking you with open-mouthed kisses, rolling you under him when neither of you were fully awake. Johnny letting you stuff him into a pair of your panties and paint his lips with lipstick again, letting you hump him until he came in the panties, then riding him until he cried from the overstimulation, before he made you swear not to tell the others about it.

You remembered Taeyong making out with Ten, both of them rolling around in the sheets with you and Kun. Yuta and WinWin and Lucas fucking you between them, taking all three of them inside you at once, so that you legitimately couldn’t walk for the rest of that day and then part of the next one. You remember a time when, left alone together all day, Doyoung had sadistically tied you to the bed, giving you water to drink and drink and drink until you felt ready to burst, and he teased you with a vibrator he’d borrowed from Yuta’s collection, only untying you when you were crying and had let a few drops of piss spill; he didn’t want you to dirty the bed, just wanted to see you desperate for it.

Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery. Fantasies with all of them. The pleasure blurs together, the different scenarios twist in your mind until you can’t remember if it was Jaehyun that dressed you up in a little schoolgirl outfit and had you beg him for forgiveness since you were such a slut, or if that was Mark or Hendery.

All you know is that before long, you’re not only restless, you’re horny.

You groan. Taeil stirs again, once more reaching a comforting hand that lands on your thigh. High on your thigh.

You want to touch yourself, but it seems silly to just get off on your own fingers when there’s various boys in this house that you know would gladly get you off right then and there.

“Taeil?” You whisper, just testing.

He huffs, but doesn’t really give much more of a response. 

You consider taking his hand, guiding it higher, inside your shorts, using his fingers to get yourself off. But that doesn’t seem right. Not with him. You know Johnny wouldn’t mind, nor would Doyoung. But Taeil always seem to savor watching you get off, loves the sight of you growing close to orgasm almost more than the act of giving you an orgasm.

Just as you’re getting desperate, thinking of pulling yourself from bed to see if Jaehyun and Johnny are still awake and would fuck you, the door of the room opens quietly. 

All of the lights outside in the house have been extinguished, so you can’t really see which of the boys is coming inside, not until he’s sliding into bed, not until he’s almost right in front of you.

You can smell the potato chips on his breath. Not the most appealing scent honestly, but you didn’t brush your teeth before falling into this bed either, so you’re sure your breath smells just as bad. 

“Jungwoo,” you whine, “I can’t sleep. And I’ve been thinking and thinking, and now I’m horny. Taeil’s asleep.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?” Jungwoo asks with a teasing lilt, just as quietly so as to not disturb Taeil. “Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I just came in here to get a good sleep without Johnny and Jaehyun keeping me awake with their music.”

You whine, grasping his hand, pulling it between your legs like you’d wanted to do with Taeil. Playfully, he pulls his hand away again. Desperate, you squirm, pushing your shorts down, kicking them off to the foot of the bed, and you spread your legs, again trying to bring Jungwoo’s hand to your pussy. He kisses your forehead.

You think he’s about to tell you to knock it off, that he really just wants to sleep, but within a second you’re nearly blinded by a white light, the sudden illumination of his phone’s flashlight. 

Taeil groans and rolls over so his back is to you, but still seems to be deep asleep. Jungwoo dims the brightness just a little as he pushes the covers down enough that your bare, wet pussy is visible to the room.

Feeling his gaze on you makes you feel so good, you abandon the hesitation of touching yourself earlier, and you move your fingers down through your wetness. 

Jungwoo hums, pleased. “Should I take a video of you like this? Send it to the others to show them what they’re really missing? Huh?” His voice is very playful, subtly dominant. He’s not really asking you for permission, he’s probably already filming, and you love that. A thrill zips through your bones at the thought of Jungwoo filming you masturbating, of Jungwoo sending it to the others, showing them what they could have had.

“Go on.” Jungwoo tells you. “Touch yourself.”

So you really do, rubbing your fingers against your pussy, plunging them inside you, dragging your fingers over your clit. Jungwoo shifts beside you, holding the phone on you, moving the phone closer when you plunge your middle two fingers inside you. A moan spills from your lips.

“Shh,” Jungwoo kisses you quiet again. “Don’t wake up Taeil hyung.” 

You just spread your legs a little more, and Jungwoo holds the phone steady on you. Your palm brushes against your clit with each deep thrust of your fingers, and it doesn’t take you long before you’re cumming, hips lifting off the bed, teeth digging into your bottom lip, your chest heaving.

Jungwoo hasn’t yet finished filming when you reach over grab the phone from him, turn the camera on him, and you say, “Come on, your turn, Jungwoo.”

He looks at your for a few moments but then he reaches down, palming his bulge, rolling his hips up into his hand, the waistband of his boxers drawing lower and lower with each roll of his hips. When the tip of his cock is fully exposed, Jungwoo pushes the elastic band down below his balls, exposing his dick to the camera’s light. You and the camera watch as Jungwoo runs his hand over his length.

You watch and then distractedly reach out to touch his chest, his abs, trail a finger along his cock. He pumps his hand slowly, alternating between looking at you and looking at the back of his eyelids, because as the pleasure builds his eyes flutter shut. You love watching him like this, the flush of pink that spreads over his chest and his cheeks, the way that his arms and his chest flex, his cock dripping against his belly.

“Mm, I’m gonna cum,” Jungwoo groans.

You move, straddling him quickly, and the very instant that you guide Jungwoo’s cock inside you, he cums. You ride him as he continues cumming, filling you with his load, and when you drop the phone from loosening fingers, Jungwoo picks it up and points it at you.

You slip backward off his cock, filling your pussy with your fingers again, his cum squishing out between your fingers, and you drop your head back, fingering yourself with Jungwoo’s cum. This time when you cum, your whole body twitches, thighs closing around your hand, but Jungwoo pushes your legs apart again, bringing the phone closer so the camera can really get a look at the mess of your cum and his between your legs. 

“I think the others will like this,” Jungwoo says. “You’re so hot, baby.” 

You sink back down into the bed, onto your side, and curl up against Jungwoo’s shoulder, both of you gazing into the brightness of the phone screen as Jungwoo scrolls through the video as a quick rewatch, and then as you watch him add it into the groupchat for all your other boyfriends to see, just as he’d said he would.

And then he tosses his phone aside. You hear it bounce and tumble off the edge of the bed onto the floor, but then the room is dark, and you tug the shirt you’re wearing back down to cover all your bits, Jungwoo brings the sheets up to cover your both, and then you try, once more, to fall asleep.

But it’s still difficult to sleep. You could hear Jungwoo struggling to sleep also, both of you laying there in quiet, until Jungwoo breaks the silence.

“Do you want to hear a secret?” Jungwoo whispers to you in the pitch blackness of the large bedroom on the top floor.

Taeil’s asleep on your other side, his quiet breathing was previously the only sound to be heard in the room. Although occasionally competitive cries of the Dream members could be heard carrying up from downstairs.

You curl toward Jungwoo. “What secret?”

His hand, warm palm and gentle-fingered, touches your cheek, brushing loose strands of hair away from your neck and cheek. His pinky grazes your throat. For a long few moments, he doesn’t say a word, he just looks at you in the dark, not that either of you can see much of each other. Very little light seeps into the room, so each of you is barely more than a black shape in the bed. But Jungwoo looks at you as if he can see every inch of you in beautiful, radiant light.

And with the way that he’s touching you, maybe he can. Mapping out your body through touch. 

You bring a hand to his face, fingertips against his cheek. “What’s the secret?”

“I love you,” Jungwoo tells you, his voice entirely soft and quiet, no louder than the sound of skin brushing over the sheets. 

“Is that a secret?” You ask, pressing your forehead to his. 

“I really, really love you.” 

You push your fingers through the back of Jungwoo’s hair. “I really, really love you too.” 

He presses his face into the place between your neck and your shoulder, his lips on your throat, and you let him kiss and suck lightly until you just drift off to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, there’s a weight on your chest. When you open your eyes, you find that it’s Taeil’s head.

You’re alone together in the bed. The sheets are rumpled where Jungwoo had slept. Now, morning light streams through the window, filling the room with a gray light, providing enough that when you look at Taeil you can make out all the tiny details, his eyelashes, the shadow of stubble on his upper lip, and when you touch a finger so gently to his eyelid, Taeil smiles.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

“Morning.” His voice is a rasp of sleep, but you know he’s been awake for a little while. “I wondered how long you were going to sleep.”

“You were out last night,” you murmur, running your fingers through Taeil’s hair. 

“I know.” He turns his face against your skin, pressing a kiss. “I saw the video, courtesy of Jungwoo, of course. I don’t know how I slept through that. Why didn’t you wake me?”

Tapping a fingertip against his nose, you say, “You were sleeping. I was going to wake you, but then Jungwoo came in.”

“I’m not sleeping now.” He lifts his head and grins at you.

You laugh, touch your fingers to his cheek, push him away. “All of you boys are so horny.”

“Oh, we are?” Taeil slides up, hovering over you. “As if you don’t start dripping the moment we touch you? As if you don’t cry and beg and whine for cock, open your every hole to us?” 

You know he’s right, but you don’t want to admit it. So instead you kiss him. Taeil melts against you, softens the kiss, and you feel him press against you, though when he enters you, you wrinkle your nose a little because you feel a bit gross from the feel of Jungwoo’s dried cum on your thighs. 

You open up for Taeil when he licks inside your mouth. 

It’s very gentle and lazy when he fits inside you. Just lazy morning sex, slow kissing and bodies rolling together. You whisper to each other, sweet nothings, moans and praises, and Taeil’s mouth fixes to your chest, pulling sighs of his name from your lips.

He cums when you do, maybe a second before, but it’s really together, Taeil flooding your body with the warmth and pleasure. And he kisses you afterwards as he rocks his hips shallowly inside you, getting the most out of your orgasms there. 

You press your hands to his cheeks, holding his mouth against yours, loving the simplicity and the loveliness of the moment.  

“I love you,” you sigh.

Taeil presses his forehead to yours and tells you just the same.

A loud burst of noise from downstairs draws your attention away from this little world with Taeil. You look at the bedroom door which is opened just a crack, and more noise spills in. 

Taeil turns your face back to him, fingertips light on your jaw. He kisses you briefly but sweetly. “We should probably go see what that’s about.”

You have to dig out your shorts from where they’d become buried at the very foot of the bed, wiggle into them, and then you and Taeil head downstairs. And you freeze on the stairs looking at the chaos of having what appears to be most members of NCT gathered in the living room. Taeil quickly goes to join the number, and you just watch on from above, hesitant to join in.

The WayV members must have just returned. You see their bags piled just inside the house, still dressed like they’ve been traveling. Some of the Dreamies are still in pajamas, hair all sleep-mussed. Jaemin sits curled on the sofa beside Doyoung and Jaehyun, drinking coffee while Doyoung sits there looking like he would much rather still be in bed. 

When you do drift down the stairs, that’s where you sit, squeezing yourself between Jaehyun and Doyoung. Jaemin looks at you, raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say a word as he turns back to look up at Haechan.

Jaehyun smiles and presses a hand to the top of your head, moving it down, trying to smooth your hair. “You have sex hair,” he explains. “Also there’s a massive hickey on your throat.” He touches it. “Is that from Jungwoo or Taeil hyung?”

You flush, embarrassed, but rest your head back on Jaehyun’s shoulder, choosing not to answer him.

He keeps his fingers on your neck, stroking the marks left by Jungwoo and Taeil. Across the room, Lucas catches your eye before his gaze drops to Jaehyun’s fingers and the hickey beneath. And then his attention slowly pans over to Jungwoo, then he turns back to Kun and says something that you can’t hear. 

Your stomach growls then, loud enough to catch Jaehyun, Doyoung, Jaemin, and Mark’s attention. You sink into Jaehyun and cover your stomach as if to muffle the sound. But then it comes again, louder.

“Hungry?” Jaehyun teases, covering your hand with his. 

“Maybe a little.” You mumble, pushing off of his lap. You can feel multiple sets of eyes following you to the kitchen. Yuta’s standing in there, AirPods in, scrubbing at a pan with an irritated look on his face, but when you come to stand beside him, he flashes a smile at you, and takes one AirPod out, offering it to you. You stand side-by-side for a while, listening together to his music while you prepare some food for yourself and enjoy it. 

Some of the others come into join you too. It’s a roar of noise and laughter, overlapping stories, calls for your attention, your boyfriends offering you food while others steal some from right in front of you, and Johnny offers to make mimosas, but you pass on the offer and just take orange juice. It’s apparently bottomless mimosas, because before long Taeyong’s giggling into his glass, a blush high on his cheeks, Ten’s handling it a bit better, but Johnny’s already pouring him another glass, filling your orange juice glass up for about the fifth time as well.

Xiaojun walks into the room, and when you glance over at him, you catch a glimpse of the time in the display on the microwave. It’s already noon. You jump up to leave the room.

“Woah, where are you going, Cinderella?” Johnny asks, taking your hand, trying to pull you back into his lap. 

You pull your hand away. “I'll be right back.”

“Okay, hurry.” He lifts his hand to thumb at the hickeys on your throat and collarbones. You kiss his hand before hurrying away. 

When you reach Taeil’s room upstairs, you dig through your bag, searching, but before you find what you’re looking for, you’re interrupted.

You don’t hear anyone come into the room, don’t realize you’re not alone until a pair of strong arms wraps around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around. When the man holding you laughs, you realize it’s Lucas.

You squirm until he puts you down, but even then, he continues touching you, tracing his fingers around the marks left on your throat, everyone’s obsession for the day. 

"I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up.” Lucas tells you. “That video... shit, it was hot. All of it.”

You spin to face him, lift onto your tip toes and purse your lips at him. “What have you been thinking about? Show me?”

Lucas does. He pushes you backwards and you land on your back on the bed, bouncing slightly before he’s over you, roughly pulling down your shorts, and you lift your hips to help a little, but that just gives Lucas the opportunity to reach under you, take hold of your hips, and flip you over onto your belly. He doesn’t wait for you to settle, his fingers dig into your ass as he pulls your cheeks apart, and when he spits between your legs, you hide your face against your arms folded under your head. 

That’s hot as hell. 

His thumb rubs between your legs, spreading the spit over your pussy and your ass. He spits again and then presses two fingers right inside you.

“Shit, Lucas!” You drag yourself up the bed a little. The sudden intrusion of his fingers isn’t necessarily unwelcome or anything, it was just a little uncomfortable. Your body wasn’t totally prepared for it.

But Lucas doesn’t let up, just begins scissoring his fingers inside you, and the next time you try to move, he reaches up and puts a hand on your shoulder. You go still even as he hooks his fingers inside you and lifts your hips off the bed. 

There’s a sweet burn racing through your veins. So often the boys are gentle with you, even when you’re fucking several of them at once, none of them really get rough with you, and sometimes that’s exactly what you need.

Like now.

Lucas pulls his fingers out of you, and you cry out as the sting of his hand swings down against your ass. Your hips drop back to the mattress, your hands scratch across the sheets seeking for something to hold onto.

“So pretty like this,” Lucas groans. You hear the zip of his pants coming down. Your pussy throbs and your whole body is thrumming with desire. Your legs try to spread to invite him in more, but his thighs are still pinning you in place on either side. “God, bet your cunt is nice and wet, still got some of Taeil hyung and Jungwoo hyung’s cum inside you? Sopping wet, messy cunt open and ready for me?”

You whimper and try to lift your ass, but Lucas spanks you again. The shudder from his hand rattles through you, sending a wet lurch through your belly, blooming hot in your core.

Lucas grabs your hands, gathering them together behind your back. You hiss in pain at the twist, but it’s fine really, you like it. You don’t even mind when he presses down on your wrists into your lower back, just squirm as it compresses your belly, and suddenly you’re aware of the need inside you, more than just the lust.

His hand snaps against your ass once more, and then, in one smooth move, Lucas thrusts his cock inside you. A hard, rocky thrust, a rapid return a second later. Your toes curl and you moan loudly in pleasure, “Lucas!”

He presses low over you, as deep inside you as he can be, and his mouth is right beside your ear as he says, “Can you feel it, baby? That flutter in your belly? Johnny just kept filling your glass up, didn’t he? I thought you would stop him at some point, but you just kept drinking it all as if you knew I would follow you up here. Do you feel that need? Do you need to potty, baby girl?”

You hide your face in the sheets, but Lucas’s fingers curl in your hair, turning your head to the side so he can see your pretty face. You moan. “Yeah, I need to, Lucas.”

He rocks his hips again, and the tingle in your belly increases. “Well, I want you to hold it, okay? Hold it until you can’t anymore.” You nod. Lucas lifts away from your back, still rocking his hips against yours, filling you with his cock completely with each thrust. He braces one arm beside you, holding himself up, the other returns to your hands, caught between his belly and your lower back. He knots his fingers with yours even as he starts fucking you harder.

Each press of his cock inside you sends a tingle through your belly, you can feel your bladder growing tighter, the urge to pee stronger and stronger the closer Lucas drives you to your orgasm. Small whimpers and whines, cries of pleasure and pain and slight embarrassment fall from your lips. The sound of your pussy, so wet around him, squishing wetly with each thrust, sounds loud in the room.

“Fuck, babe, you’re clenching around me.” Lucas brings his hand down against your ass again. 

And then he pulls out of you.

“Lucas!” You start to turn over, groaning, reaching to pull him back into you. 

But you freeze. Lucas kneels up, tugs his shirt up over his head, and he reaches for your shirt too. The second you’re free of it, Lucas shoves you back onto your front, his fingers dive into your hair, and he tugs. Pain lances through your scalp, and you cry out.

That sound seems to encourage Lucas.

He fucks you with renewed vigor, the thrusts so harsh you can barely catch your breath, and it hurts so good, you just want to cum, to just touch your clit to get off a little faster, but Lucas has wrapped your wrists in his long fingers again.

Lucas loosens that hold for just a moment, sliding his hand under your stomach, and for a brief, happy moment, you think that maybe he’s heard your thoughts and he’s going to touch your clit. But instead he just presses his hand up over your bladder.

“Come on, babe. Let go for me.”

So, with his hand creating pressure on your bladder and his cock doing the same, your eyes roll, heat sweeps through your body, and with it, a release of tension all throughout your body.

You’re cumming and pissing, squirting over the sheets, clenching and fluttering around Lucas as his rough thrusting continues. His hand covers the back of your head, pressing your face into the bedsheets as you moan loud enough that everyone down on the ground floor of the house can probably hear you.

And then Lucas is cumming too, adding to all the sensations down there, your belly is so tight and warm and you feel full and gross and good. So good. He continues thrusting, your pussy overflows, the sheets are wet between your legs, and Lucas collapses over you, chest flat against your back, your hands joined with his crushed between your bodies.

You can’t catch your breath, even when you turn your face to the side. Your heart hammers in your chest, every inch of Lucas feels hot against your skin. The sheets feel soaked between your legs from yourself and Lucas. Thank God at some point Taeil had invested in a protective layer for his mattress, complaining that he wasn’t going to buy another mattress when this one got ruined by cum and sweat.

Lucas’s breath hits the back of your neck, his cock still weakly leaking inside you. Your eyes flutter shut. That was too much.  

His fingers brush your cheek, your hairline, wiping back some of the sweaty strands of hair. His voice is gentle and quiet when he asks, “Are you okay? You did so good, babe. You’re wonderful.” He kisses the curve of your shoulder, and you lean into the press of his lips. “We made a little bit of a mess. Do you want to move?”

Lucas pushes up then on his hands, and you let out a breathy noise of displeasure when he pulls out of you, and you feel your pussy clenching, the mess inside leaking out to add to the disastrous sheets. Your legs tremble even as you’re just laying there.

“C’mon.” Lucas scoops you into his arms, carries you away from the bed, into the bathroom. 

This part is familiar. Lucas and you have spent many times in a bathroom--in the shower, the bath, fucking in front of the mirror, satisfying his (and Doyoung’s) piss kink. But Lucas sits you now on the back edge of the large jacuzzi tub in Taeil’s bathroom. Your back leans up against the wall, helping balance you as Lucas steps away and disappears from the room for a handful of minutes. You can hear him stripping the sheets in the bedroom, hear him leave the room and tromp down the stairs to the laundry room on the floor below.

You look across the room and catch sight of yourself reflected in the mirror.

Your throat is a ravaged mess of hickies from Jungwoo and Taeil, and now from Lucas also. You look totally fucked out.

Lucas returns, climbing carefully into the jacuzzi so he can kneel between your legs. He’s gentle as he presses your knees apart, as he wipes at the mess on your thighs and leaking out of you. Lucas takes care of you now, at first quietly cleaning you up, but once the tub fills with warm water, he brings you down into the water to lean your back against his chest, and he speaks now, softly, and you talk until the steam ceases to rise from the surface of the water, and the tub cools.

You talk about an odd dream that Lucas had recently. You talk about a drama you’ve been watching. Lucas listens and offers advice as you complain about a few of your coworkers and the unfairness of your boss. Lucas talks about the upcoming schedule that’s going to keep all of the members busy, so busy that you already know you won’t be able to come over or hang out with any of them.

You hate to leave the house, to head back to your place, but you have to work the next morning, and you know if you stay at the house for much longer, you’ll be dragged into something that will make going into work in the morning nearly impossible. As it is, when you’re fully dressed once more so you can walk out the door, your legs still feel a little wobbly. 

You go around and kiss each of your boyfriends goodbye and goodnight. Heading home feels so lonely, and there’s an odd tension in your belly as you pass through the door.

At the end of another long week, working long hours at work, suffering longer hours without getting the chance to see your boyfriends, all you wanted was to just relax with them.

When you get to the house, the Dreamies appear to be the only ones there. They’ve taken over the sofas and the kitchen, and they all wave when you walk in and greet you, but it’s Jisung that points upstairs and says, “Everyone’s out right now. Taeyong hyung just got back from the studio, though.”

You climb the stairs up to the top floor, and when you open the door into Taeyong’s room, you find that he’s slumped down in his bed, eyes drooping heavily as he scrolls through his phone. He startles a little when you walk inside, but then he scoots aside, clearing some room for you to fit beside him in the narrow bed.

You fit snugly into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, your arm draped over his stomach. You can tell Taeyong’s in a quieter, more pensive mood. He doesn’t really say anything at all to you, and you don’t mind. You just want to relax.

But it takes only a few more moments for you to realize that Taeyong’s seeking relaxation too, though relaxation of a different sort.

He shifts, hips rolling up just a little under the bedsheets, and one of his hands drifts down, resting over the sheets. It takes just another moment longer for you to realize his hand isn’t just resting there. He’s trying to subtly massage his erection. You tilt your head to look up at his face, and Taeyong murmurs something quiet that sounds sort of like an apology, though you don’t know why.

“Taeyong, do you want some help with that?” You ask as you start to scoot lower on the bed, start to move the sheets away from his body.

“No, you don’t have to. I’m just... I’ve been spending a lot of time at the studio lately, stressful stuff, but tonight I’m just tense and horny. It’s nothing I can’t take care of.” 

He tries to get you to come back up to rest your head on his shoulder again, but you shake your head, and tell him, “I want to help.”

Taeyong drops his head back to the pillow. “Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t sure,” you say, “would I be doing this?” You’ve pulled away the covers, and now your tuck your fingertips under the elastic band of his underwear. “None of you have ever made me do anything I didn’t want to. And right now, Taeyong, I just want to help you relax and cum.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but what it is you don’t find out. His words cut off with a gasp as you stroke your fingers over the bulge in the front of his underwear and drop a kiss to his stomach. His phone falls to the side as you kiss lower, as you draw his underwear down to reveal his tip.

The salty taste of his precum stains your tongue, and the sweet sounds he make fill your ears. You kiss the pretty pink head before parting your lips and taking Taeyong into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Taeyong groans. His hands fall to your hair, fingers pulling your hair gently back from your face, lacing through it to hold the hair back. You take him further, taking it slow, and Taeyong just strokes your hair, making such beautiful sounds when you swallow around him, when you start bobbing your head. 

You suck him off with dedication and attention, forgetting everything but Taeyong’s cock. It feels nice, at the end of this long day, to just let your mind go a little numb, and to just suck dumbly on his cock. 

So lost are you in it, that you don’t hear the soft knock on the door. You don’t register it until Taeyong’s speaking, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair.

You open your eyes and look up, but you don’t cease sucking. Doyoung stands amused in the doorway, his eyes on you. “Sorry for interrupting. It was nothing, I’ll leave you to it.” And he backs out of the room, but lingers for a moment with his hand on the door handle before he lets it fall shut behind him.

You pull off Taeyong then, pouting a little. 

Taeyong reaches forward, rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing some of the spit around. “You’re a mess. But still so pretty. How did I ever get lucky enough to have someone like you in my life?”

You smile and shrug. “Fate, I guess.”

Taeyong returns the smile. “Must be. Come here.”

He touches just underneath your chin with his finger, drawing you closer and closer into a kiss. 

It’s a wet, somewhat sloppy kiss. It doesn’t last long before you’re breaking it to move back down to his lap. This time you hold yourself up on your elbows as you take Taeyong down in one push. Your nose dips into the hair around the base of his cock, and you swallow, trying your best to not choke around him.

When Taeyong touches you, just a hand light on the back of your neck, it’s not to guide you, just a reassuring touch for both of you, a way for you to be able to tell when he’s getting close based on the way that his fingers exert pressure there. 

You jerk your fingers up to meet your lips, and Taeyong moans, biting at his lip in an effort to keep a little more quiet. But you want to hear him, so you slow down and lift your gaze to meet his heavily-lidded one. He gets the message, releasing his bottom lip, letting free his moans and swears.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, and his hips jolt up into your mouth. “I want to cum. D’you want me to cum in your mouth, pretty girl?”

In answer, you open your mouth, holding out your tongue, and that’s what does it for him. Taeyong cums in stripes, and you manage to catch most of it on your tongue, tapping his tip against your bottom lip, and then just sucking once more at his tip just for good measure. He shivers then, sensitive, and you sit up and swallow for him. 

You show off your tongue to him afterwards, and Taeyong’s hand, still placed on the back of your neck, tugs a little. You sink down beside him again, back to the position you were in earlier before you noticed his boner. Except now, you kiss him.

Instantly, Taeyong reaches for you, his hand trying to slide between your thighs.

“No.” You break the kiss, shaking your head. Taeyong’s hand pulls back just as quick as he’d started trying to touch you. He looks confused, so you explain, “I’m good. Really, Tae. I just want to relax. Today at work sucked. And I’ve missed you all.” 

Taeyong pats your hair, and you lower your head once more to his shoulder. “Want to tell me about it?”

So you do just that. Taeyong listens patiently as you vent about your day, and then about the past few days. He listens until you drift off to sleep, and then he follows after.

You’re not really sure how much later it is when you wake, but it’s still nighttime. The room is completely dark. You can hear at least one of the other three Taeyong shares this room with is in the room, snoring. Taeyong’s rolled away from you in his sleep, now on his side facing away from you, which is fortunate so you don’t have to untangle yourself from him when you crawl out of bed to go get a drink.

The house is mostly quiet, although there is the faintest buzz of activity somewhere, but you can’t tell from what room or which floor even that it’s coming from. The living room is quiet although there are several boys asleep on the sofa’s, the TV is frozen on Netflix’s menu screen, the light filling the whole room, and revealing, as you step toward the kitchen, that you’re certainly not the only person in the house awake.

Kun’s standing there in the kitchen with his back to you, a hood pulled up, and big headphones on as he stirs his tea. You wouldn’t necessarily know it was him if it wasn’t for his humming.

You slide up behind him, slip your arms around his sides, and reach up to tug on his hoodie strings. He jumps and swears, and then starts whining in Chinese, and he pouts adorably as you extract yourself from around him. He turns to face you at last. 

“What are you still doing up?” He asks, lifting the cup of tea to his lips. 

“I just woke up again. I was with Taeyong, but I woke up thirsty. Why are you still up?” You skirt around him to grab a glass from the cabinet, and you fill it with water.

Kun looks so soft right then when you glance sideways at him. All soft in his overlarge hoodie and flannel sleep pants, wreathed in a halo of steam from his hot tea and the dim light coming from the living room. His face glows with some energy that you can’t identify, and his cheeks are a little rounder at the moment, and you hope he keeps the weight there, because you love it.

“I was working on something.” Kun sits his cup down between you. “Composing. But Lucas just came home with Hendery from God knows where. Why they can’t go be noisy in some other room, I don’t know. So I came down here for a break. Do you want to hear it?”

He pulls off his headphones, offering them to you. 

You sip at your water as you wait for him to start playing his composition. It starts slowly, quietly, but quickly it mounts into a harmonious melody with so many different parts all revolving around this base that weaves constantly throughout the song. All of the other parts complement it perfectly, coming and going. You think it’s over as the music begins to fade, but when you reach up to remove the headphones, Kun reaches up to still your hands. 

The music swells again, first one instrument returning and then another and another. It’s beautiful, and as you look into Kun’s eyes while listening, you can see the creative energy alive in his eyes, the story playing behind his eyes, and you think you get it. This composition, what it means to him. 

All too soon, the music ends. Cut off suddenly, but it doesn’t sound like an end, just the point to which Kun has managed to reach. 

His hands fall away from yours, and he smiles as he drinks in the expression on your face. You slip the headphones down around your neck, and Kun looks away at last, almost as if shy about what you might now say. So he reaches for his cup of tea and attempts to drown himself in it. As if that will keep you from attempting to articulate your thoughts on the composition.

“Kun, what the fuck?” Your voice is light, filled with awe, and you clasp one of his hands between both of yours. 

He raises an eyebrow, drinking slowly from the cup.

“Kun, I don’t even know what to say. That was beautiful!” You bring his hand between yours up to your lips, and you kiss his fingers in a way that makes him laugh. “The talent! Seriously, Qian Kun, you’re my favorite composer. Beethoven, who? Blessed hands by the gods of music!” You give his fingers a few more kisses.

“Stop!” He laughs, but he doesn’t try to pull his hand away. He just smiles goofily at you dropping kisses over his hand. “And if you think my hands deserve kisses for creating it, then what should I give you for being the inspiration?”

He frees his hand from yours, and then suddenly he’s cupping your face between both of his hands, and he kisses you on the mouth. You stumble back, caught by surprise, and the edge of the countertop digs into your back. 

Kun kisses you softly, short pecks to your lips, and softer praises are spoken between each kiss, until at last he says, “You’re my muse.”

And then he steps back, leaving you feeling chilly. You reach quickly for him before he can move too far away. You loop your hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, hook your ankles together behind his back, reel Kun back in so quickly that it’s his turn to stumble. 

He catches himself with his hands pressed on either side of you to the cabinet just behind you. He laughs.

“You can’t just leave after saying something like that to me.” You say, “Not after kissing me like that either.”

“No?” Kun teases, leaning in again, his lips so devastatingly close but still not close enough. “What should I do then, my muse?”

You hold your breath, waiting for him to make the move. 

When he touches you, you can almost hear his composition start playing in your head again. His fingertips light on your cheek, but blazing heat under your skin. The music crescendoes. 

You tilt your chin, closing the few notes of space between you.

The kiss grows hotter and hotter, your skin burning beneath your clothes, and Kun seems to read your mind, seeking to remedy that as he reaches for the hem of your top and starts to lift it up.

You jerk your hands where they’re still gripping his hoodie, and you pull back from the kiss. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Kun trails kisses along your jaw. “Finding more inspiration, my muse.”

“We can’t have sex right here,” you whisper, glancing around him toward the living room, all aglow in the light of the Netflix menu screen. From right here you can see possibly Haechan asleep on the sofa. The last thing you want is for any of the boys in there to wake up and see you and Kun. Thus far you’ve managed to keep the sexual aspects of your relationship out of sight of the members that aren’t involved, and you’d like to keep it that way. 

“Okay.” Kun kisses your neck. “Come upstairs with me?”

Someone in the living room stirs as you and Kun go by. You’re laughing and clinging to each other, and Kun keeps trying to kiss you even as you climb the stairs. It’s only when you’ve actually reached the room that he shares with Ten and Lucas that you finally let him really kiss you again.

Ten’s asleep in a strange position--one arm thrown over his eyes to block out the thin light of the stringlights they’ve hung up around the room, his legs bent up and one ankle folded over the other knee, but he’s clearly out for the night. Lucas and Hendery appear to have gone over to the other bedroom on this floor. 

When Kun tumbles you into his bed, you laugh and squeal in delight, dragging Kun down into a kiss. Hands wander, clothes vanish. Even as you kiss him and thoroughly enjoy everything that’s happening, there’s a small guilty voice in the back of your mind, speaking Taeyong’s name and repeating his offer from just hours ago that you’d turned down.

But that was then. That was before your nap. Before you heard Kun’s composition.

You brush the thought away and fall entirely into these moments with Kun.

When you’re laid bare on his bed, Kun spreads kisses over the length of your body, murmuring praises and repeatedly calling you his muse, and that really and truly gets you so hot. Soon you’re squirming from a combination of his praises and the proximity of his kisses to your pussy.

You feel the traces of his lips burning over your breasts, down your stomach, over your thighs, and a different heat burns between your legs, the need for him there. But Kun resists the temptation of your soft sighs, the lifting of your hips. 

He tuts at you, skirts his kisses sideways to your hip to trail back down to your thigh, skipping where you want him most. 

“So cruel,” you hiss.

Kun shakes his head and nips lightly at your outer thigh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And then he sits back on his heels and looks down at you, your bare beautiful body under the golden glow of the string lights. “God, we’re really all so lucky to have you, you know?”

You feel a warm flush, different from the heat coursing through the rest of your body, rising to your face. “Taeyong said something similar earlier. Which is crazy, to me. Do you know how long I’ve considered myself to be beyond lucky to have any of you in my life? And the fact that I’ve got all of you? It’s beyond anything that I ever imagined. And all because I got caught in a rainstorm one night and happened to be passing by at the exact moment that Mark came outside, that we happened to run into each other.”

“Fate,” Kun says. 

“There’s a million billion moments that led me to be exactly right here.” You find yourself whispering these words, like they’re a secret, but they’re not. “Right here. With you.”

Kun nods, and he moves in closer, he sinks in between your legs, his hips line with yours. “You’re right. You could be with Taeyong still right now. You could be out with Jaehyun, or with Yuta or any of the others. But you’re here. You’re mine for now.”

You drape your arms around his neck. “Your muse.”

The passion that’s been bubbling through your veins since you listened to his song, rises again quick to the surface and takes you over. You crash together. 

Kun kisses you ferociously for not nearly long enough, and then he’s pulling away, rolling you onto your belly. His lips close on your throat, his hands wander down your body, fingers tracing burning trails over your sensitive skin. You sigh his name, giggling when he brushes over a ticklish spot on your side. And then he does it again and you shriek and try to roll over, but Kun laughs and presses you flat, his hips dipping against yours, his cock tip prodding at your entrance. 

Your laughter dissolves into a moan as you lift your hips to take him in, and Kun presses forward. His hands rest on either side of you, holding himself up as he thrusts slowly into you. You drop your cheek to the sheets, trying to hold in your moans, knowing that most of the rest of the house is trying to sleep.

But the way that Kun’s cock stretches you open, satisfying that burning lust that his music had first inspired inside you, you can’t keep quiet even when your teeth dig in sharply, tearing at the skin of your bottom lip. Soft gasps and a moan still burst out of you.

“Can you keep it down? Some people are trying to sleep, you perverts!” A pillow sails from Ten’s side of the room. 

It lands harmlessly, flopping onto the floor beside the bed, but you do try to clamp your mouth shut.

“You can come join.” Kun says the words without even sparing a glance for Ten, who’s now awake. You, however, catch Ten’s eye. He does watch the pair of you, the way that Kun’s body moves above yours, his gaze roving hungrily down to your bottom. He props himself up on one elbow, resting his head on his hand, his other hand rests on his stomach, but he makes no move to come join in. 

Feeling his gaze on you sparks something new. 

You push up a bit, and Kun presses his hand between your shoulders, pinning you down as he rolls his hips forward. You twist, knocking his hand away. Kun backs off, but you don’t let him go far. 

Putting a hand to his shoulder, you guide him around, get him beneath you, and then you straddle him backwards, both of you facing Ten on his bed. He cocks an eyebrow, but just watches more closely as Kun brings a hand around to your belly, another one up to your breasts. You reach down to hold his cock, and you lower yourself down on him.

Ten licks his lips, watching your pretty pussy envelop Kun’s cock.

“Fuck.” Kun grunts. His lips press against your shoulder. You thrust yourself down in his lap, impaling yourself on his cock again and again.

It makes your knees ache, but everything else is so worth it. The way Kun holds your body, touching you roughly and then softly, pinching your nipples before lightly trailing his fingers down the curves of your body to your hips, the way he holds your hips so tightly that you feel like you might bruise, but then his fingertip is teasing on your clit. You sink back against his chest, rolling your hips down on him, melting into the heat of Kun’s body, his hands, his lips on your neck, Ten’s gaze drinking you in.

Kun’s composition rages in your mind, louder and louder as you get closer. Your eyes flutter shut at some point, but you force them open when Kun moans, when Ten makes a muffled sound.

Ten’s hand is buried down the front of his shorts, jerking himself off, and from the look of it, he’s pretty close already.

“You feel so good, Kun. So big inside me.” You clench around Kun. 

In response, he swats his fingers against your clit, which only makes you do it again. “Do you think, right now, Ten wishes he was me or you?” Kun asks the question just loud enough for Ten to hear. 

“Maybe I wish I was just myself, wish I was in there with you, Kun.” Ten says with a roll of his eyes as he keeps touching himself, keeps watching as you ride Kun and Kun rubs your clit.

It’s been a while since you last had both Kun and Ten inside you at the same time, and the memory of it swells that tight knot of heat inside your belly. You remember them both spreading you wide around their erections as they made out with each other over your shoulder. 

You fuck yourself more desperately down on Kun, and his fingers move faster on your clit. 

The warbling moan that leaves your lips now is only muffled when Kun quickly brings his hand up to your lips, the other still busy at your clit.

He’s whispering something in your ear, something that you can’t quite understand over the pounding of your heart as your orgasm begins to pump through you, rising like the tide, and crashing through your veins.

“Kun!” You try to moan, but the sounds get tangled between his fingers. Your eyes roll, your body shuddering with all the pleasure it can take at the moment. 

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish.

Kun’s arms completely circle your waist, holding you tightly as he roughly throws you under him, all without pulling out of your tight, sweet pussy. Your face is half-buried in the pillows, your knees are planted on the bed, your hips up in the air, held in his bruising grip as Kun absolutely fucking plows you. There’s no other way to put it. The bed frame creaks and groans, scrapes across the floor.

Your moans and cries of overstimulation are muffled in the sheets, you can feel saliva dripping from your open mouth, soaking the sheets, as another wave of sweet golden heat rushes over you again. Your climax shivers through you, your knees give out, and Kun goes with you. The pulse of your walls around him sends him into his own climax.

His cum is hot inside you, reaching deep inside as he keeps thrusting even afterwards, until he’s gone soft and his body is exhausted. When he pulls out, he just grabs the corner of his sheets to wipe himself off and to try to clean you up a bit as well. 

Ten cums with a guttural moan, and he hides his face in his pillow as he goes through the throes of ecstasy. But in the aftermath, he sits up and wrinkles his nose, pulling his sticky fingers from inside his shorts as he walks out of the room to go wash off. 

On the other hand, you can’t even consider moving.

“Happy?” Kun asks, slumping back down beside you, spooning you from behind. His lips are on your shoulder again. “If I knew you were going to react like all that, maybe I would’ve shown you that composition a long time ago.”

You smile. “Maybe you just caught me in the exact right mood. But it was beautiful, Kun. I can’t wait to hear the rest of it.”

He settles down comfortably, and you close your eyes, securely wrapped in Kun. He falls asleep before you do; his breathing evening out, his arm going slack against your waist. You hear Ten tiptoe back into the room, pausing only a moment to look down at you and Kun, and then he sinks back into his own bed. Moments later, everything is entirely silent again.

And your mind buzzes, keeping you awake. You’re not sure where this insomnia is coming from. Up until a few weeks ago, you’d been sleeping easily in bed with yours boys, but though you’ve been tiring yourself out with them in the daytime and the nighttime, when it comes to falling asleep you’ve been struggling more lately. Plus you feel like you’ve got heartburn.

You try to power through the uncomfortable feeling. You try to just sleep, but it’s no use. 

Again, for the second time tonight, you slip out of one of your boyfriend’s beds. This time it’s truly late and everyone in the house is asleep. There’s not a single sound of a waking person, except the creaking of a floorboard beneath your feet as you climb down the stairs to get that glass of water you wanted earlier, and now you’re thirstier than before.

You drink it slowly as the discomfort of heartburn fades, noticing the way that the sky outside seems already to be turning from darkness to a deep blue. When you climb the stairs again, you keep climbing and you wander along the hallway until you hear a faint whirring sound coming from behind one of the doors.

Mark’s spread out across his bed, arms and legs flung wide, blankets falling off the bed completely. Yuta’s got his back turned toward you, deep asleep and beautiful as ever. The faint whirring sound comes from Doyoung’s humidifier, and as you step closer, he shifts his legs beneath the sheets, dragging them down the bed, revealing--to your astonishment--his entirely nude body. The breadth of his shoulders, the long line of his spine, his little ass, his perfect thighs and calves. 

You’ve never known him to sleep naked before, normally one of the more modest boys. And then, a moment later, you make sense of it. His clothes are piled on the floor beside his bed. As are a few wadded up tissues. 

When you take another step closer, he stirs a little, lifting his head and blearily squinting at you.

“It’s just me,” you whisper, placing your hand lightly on his back.

He mumbles something and drops his head back to the pillow. You think he’s probably already fallen back asleep, but you know he sleep-talks, so you decide to ask anyway, “Why are you naked? Were you jerking off?”

“You were busy,” Doyoung mumbles softly, his face still pressed into the pillow, his eyes still closed. “Sleep?”

You hum and sink down into the bed with him, pulling the covers back up over both of you, but half-tempted to bite or pat his perky little ass, just to see what he would do. But as you curl up in your third bed for the night, you think maybe this one is just right.

And it must do the trick. A few moments later, you’re out as the sun begins to peek just barely above the horizon.

Taeyong and Kun are both pouting when you come downstairs for breakfast around lunchtime. Both had expected you to be there in their beds when they woke up, but there you were snoozing in Doyoung’s bed even though he had to be up and out early for work. 

Taeil lets out a loud, high-pitched laugh when Taeyong starts whining about it within clear earshot of where YangYang and Renjun are sitting. 

“Don’t whine, Taeyongie,” Johnny sweeps into the room, dropping a kiss on your cheek. His hair is dripping wet from his shower, and Jaehyun walks into the room behind him, his hair damp, though from the smell coming off him you assume he just got home from the gym.

Jaehyun drapes his arm over your shoulders as he sits down beside you, only moving closer when you squirm and complain about the smell. “Do you wanna shower with me?” He suggests in a low whisper. 

“Shower by yourself, Jaehyun.” Taeyong pouts, going so far as to fold his arms over his chest. “She’d probably just hop out halfway through and go shower with Jungwoo or Hendery or someone.”

You don’t go with Jaehyun when you do finally shove him away and insist he go shower off all his stinky sweat. He does however pull you into a long, lingering kiss before he goes, and then throws an obnoxious wink over at Taeyong. 

Johnny just pats Taeyong’s shoulder to calm him down.

You have to leave and head in to work for a bit that afternoon, so the next time you see any of your boyfriends ends up being two days later when you meet up with Doyoung for plans that you made. A music festival he wanted to go to with you.

A manager had to tag along which did (as usual) make the experience a little less fun than if it was just the two of you, but you were pleased that soon after you arrived, the manager left to do her own thing, leaving you and Doyoung alone with just the limitation to meet her back at the car by ten minutes after the end of the last set on the main stage. 

Also what was a bit annoying was that you were in total public, so you couldn’t be as obvious with Doyoung as you wanted to be. You couldn’t hold his hand. You couldn’t sit right beside him when he put out the picnic blanket. You kept a little distance from him until he finally got annoyed.

“Come here, it doesn’t hurt you to be close to me.” His fingers curl in the belt loops of your pants, and he tugs enough that you scoot an inch or two closer to him. “I don’t care if people look at us and say that we’re dating. If there are any fans around, let them see. Maybe it’ll wake some of them up to reality.” 

So you sit close to him. You take pictures of each other. You get a video of him head-bopping along to the song being played. Doyoung takes a photo of you sitting there bathed in the warm pink glow of the sunset, and he declares that you’re absolutely the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You eat from the picnic basket that he packed for this. You enjoy the music and the company of each other.

When you tip your head over onto his shoulder, Doyoung reaches up to brush some of your hair back from your face. His touch lingers. 

In the break between sets, when the sound of the crowd swells to fill in the quiet, Doyoung asks you, “Are you happy?”

“Very happy. This is fun, I never would’ve thought of coming here myself, so I’m glad you suggested it.” You flick your gaze up at his face, and notice that he’s already looking down at you with an unmistakably lovestruck expression. “Are you happy, Doyoung?”

He nods, at a loss for words. But you know. He loves you.  

As the last set on the main stage draws closer, Doyoung finally has to pull away from you and stand, stretching his arms over his head. He’d been drinking cups of the special wine that they sell at this festival. You’d tried a sip of his earlier, but the taste was off or something, you didn’t like it one bit. But now he needed to go use the toilet, and though you were sure you were perfectly safe staying there on the blanket surrounded by the crowd, you didn’t like the idea really of Doyoung leaving you alone.

“Can I come with you?” You ask, reaching up to tug at his hand.

In the growing darkness of the festival after sunset, no one was paying either of you much attention at all, except that Doyoung’s height was blocking the view of the men sitting on the blankets behind the pair of you. 

Doyoung tightens his hand around yours and pulls. “Come on.”

Most of the festival-goers are around the stages, though a few people wander to and from the bathrooms and the vendors selling food and drinks and other things. But when you reach the bathroom, just a small outbuilding with one entrance for the men’s bathroom, another for the women’s, and a single light in between them illuminating the area, there’s no one else around.

“I’ll be right back,” Doyoung promises, squeezing your hand, leaving you under the halo of orange light between the doors. 

From far off, you can hear the music blending together. The wind whistles overhead, clouds dotting the dark blue sky with darker bluish gray puffs, and the moon peers out from behind one cloud, lining it in silver.

You shiver a bit, glancing around at how empty this area around the bathrooms is at the moment. 

And then something snaps nearby, you glance toward it, see the dark shape of a person, and a sudden jolt of fear spikes through your heart.

Your mind flashes to the scary movies, thriller and suspense films, you’ve watched with Jungwoo and Lucas. Murder mysteries that you’d watched with Taeil. Every horrible thing is suddenly right there in your mind.

You bolt through the door of the men’s restroom before you can think twice.

Doyoung looks up when you tumble through the door, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I got scared.” You admit in a quiet voice, ducking your head to look at your feet. “Sorry.”

A loud bang echoes through the bathroom.

In the moment of time it takes for the sound to fade, you’ve already leapt across the room to Doyoung’s side. It takes you another moment to realize that it was just the sound of the women’s restroom’s door slamming closed.

“Are you alright? You’re really jumpy.” Doyoung finishes up and steps around you to the sink to wash his hands. 

You follow him, sticking as close as his shadow, and when the wind shifts and whistles through a gap in the building, creating an ominous howling sound, you step even closer. You clutch at his shirt.

Doyoung coos at you, wraps his arms around you, gathering you to his chest. “Are you scared, sweetheart? You want to go back to the car? I can text our manager noona and have her meet us there.”

Standing as close as you are, you know he can probably feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. You’re not really sure just what set you off to make you feel so scared. So what if you saw a dark person-shape coming toward you outside? You were standing in front of the public restrooms. It was probably just the woman who’d made the door slam a moment ago. 

You shake your head.

“No, I don’t want to end this early. We should go back. Enjoy the last set.” But you don’t let up your death grip on his shirt, and you shiver against him.

Doyoung lifts his hand to your head, strokes your hair soothingly. “You’re cute like this, you know? Needy and clingy. Needing me to keep you safe from the things that go bump in the night.” He kisses the top of your head. “We should go back out there.” And he starts to step away, but you use your hand twisted in his shirt to get him to stay close. 

You lean in, puckering your lips just a little. 

“Cute,” Doyoung repeats. He gives you a peck. Then another. And on the third one, you want more. He stumbles back against the sink, his hands fallen to your hips, holding you against him. Doyoung opens his mouth to your kiss, succumbing to the lust always shallowly buried under the surface.

“Not here.” Doyoung groans. He backs you toward the toilet stalls, pushing you through the door, and then as Doyoung turns to quickly fasten the door shut, you make quick work of his belt and shove your hand down the front of his pants. 

You love the sweet sound of Doyoung swearing as you fit your hand around him, jerking your hand on his half-hard cock, which only grows harder at your attention. You press your lips to his throat, and Doyoung swears again, his fingers moving to undo your pants, trying to push them down your legs.

“Mm, fuck, Doyoung.” You gasp when he gets your pants down just far enough that his hand can go between your thighs, fingers testing your entrance, finding you nice and wet.

You don’t bother pushing his pants down anymore, just unzipping them, pulling his cock out so you can see the nice pink tip and the veins along his length. Doyoung reconnects your lips, crushing his mouth to yours so roughly that his teeth clack against yours, and the pair of you moan.

Doyoung lifts your leg up to his hip, trying to work your pants off, trying to give him access to your pussy, but that’s obviously not going to work. The slight stretch to your jeans doesn’t stretch that far.

With a reluctant groan, Doyoung breaks the kiss.

And sinks to his knees.

With a lazy, blissful smile, you lace your fingers through his hair. “Kim Doyoung, are you about to lick me out in a dirty public restroom? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh, hush,” Doyoung murmurs. He pulls your jeans and panties down to your ankles, and you lift one foot free, but the other stays tangled in the fabric, and you’re too distracted to bother trying to free it because at that moment Doyoung’s hands caress your ass, guiding your hips forward to his mouth.

Doyoung gives your pussy long, languid licks. His warm tongue laps at your clit, his soft lips against your sensitive skin. You tug gently at his hair, encouraging him on, and Doyoung knows by now exactly what you like, so he dives in deeper, curling his tongue against your entrance, getting a good taste of you.

You can’t hold still when he gets really into it. Shifting your hips against his face, wanting more, needing more. 

“Doyoung, Doyoung, oh, your tongue--” Your words cut off with a moan, a sound which Doyoung echoes, though his is muffled against your pussy. And when you look down you see that his hand is busy between his legs too. 

While his tongue is nice, it’s his cock that you crave. You tug sharply at his hair. “Fuck me. Please.”

Doyoung pulls slowly away, continuing to give you small licks and kisses before he finally stands up. 

Again he brings your leg up to his hip, and then he brings up the next. You don’t even care that your jeans are dangling from one ankle as you wrap your legs around Doyoung’s hips. Your back is braced against the wall of the toilet stall, and you reach up to curl your fingers over the top edge of the wall.

Doyoung sinks into you, burying his face against your neck, his lips pressed to the softness where your collarbone meets your throat. You squeeze your thighs against his hips, feeling so full and satisfied and good.

He doesn’t hold back. 

There’s something so good about being fucked rough against a dirty toilet stall by one of the men you love. Your nails dig into the stall’s wall, which squeals and groans with each of Doyoung’s thrusts, your hips slamming back against it with enough force you know there will probably be a bruise there tomorrow. You kiss roughly as well, swallowing each others moans, tasting the pleasure from each others tongues.

The sound of the stall rattling is so loud that you almost don’t hear the door of the restroom swinging open, until there’s the raucous laughter of a group of men, laughing and talking among themselves.

Doyoung bites your bottom lip gently between his teeth. You try so hard not to make a sound, but he’s not exactly going easy on you. Even with the interruption. He keeps fucking you, your hips banging against the stall wall noisily.

“Dude!” One of the guys outside laughs. You can hear the others laughing too, but you don’t care. You’re too far gone, enjoying yourself too much. Doyoung doesn’t seem to mind too much either.

“Good for you man!” One of them calls. 

The moment of slight exhibitionism involving actual strangers seems to affect Doyoung. He thrusts into you at a different angle, moving at a quicker pace. A moan breaks free from your lips and you loose one hand from the top of the stall to clutch at Doyoung’s shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder even through his shirt.

Your orgasm comes quickly.

Doyoung’s mouth moves to your throat, biting and sucking harshly at your skin as your pussy milks his cock, edging him toward his orgasm.

He stumbles back, nearly tripping over his own feet, and he comes down hard on the toilet seat. You loosen your legs from his hips, dropping your feet to the floor to be able to ride him now, both of your hands reaching for Doyoung’s hair as he continues to ravage your throat and your collarbones where the neck of your shirt slips lower.

His arms wrap around your waist, fingers bunching up the material of your shirt, wrinkling it all up. You’re certain you’ll both look like a fucked mess when you emerge from this stall, but for now....

“Shit, told myself we weren’t going to do this.” Doyoung mumbles. “Just a regular date. No sex. But you’re hard to resist, you know that?”

You rake your fingers through his hair, tug on it, and clench around him. “I know. I know that none of you can resist me when I’m here begging you to fuck me, to cum in me. Please, Doyoung.”

He nearly cums on command, holding you down on him as he floods your pussy with his load, filling your belly with heat; his thighs shake.

You sink into him, drop your head to his shoulder as Doyoung hugs you against him tightly. 

Distantly you hear the music coming from the main stage. From the sound of it, the festival is drawing to a close, but neither you nor Doyoung move from this position.

When you finally show up back at the van, the manager is standing there nervously checking the time. But when she catches sight of the pair of you--your bruised throat, Doyoung’s messy hair, the rumpled state of both of your outfits--she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Just get in the van.”

It’s just a few days later when Jaehyun makes you a dish of his mother’s. You’ve not been feeling well the last few days. Things have just been off. You think you caught some sort of flu or something at that festival because you’re feeling queasy and stuff. Plus your tailbone still hurts from banging into the stall wall. 

You want to enjoy the recipe that Jaehyun spent time on for you specifically, but as you’re sitting there, your stomach turns, and you excuse yourself.

You seek refuge with Xiaojun. You find Mark is with him, both of them sitting on Xiaojun’s bed with guitars. Mark’s laughing wholeheartedly at something Xiaojun just said when you flop down on the bed, squirming around until you replace the guitar in Xiaojun’s lap with you head.

“Are you okay?” Mark asks, running his fingers over his guitar. 

You shrug and pluck at the fraying edge of the rip in Xiaojun’s jeans. “I think I must be sick. I feel weird.”

“Doyoung hyung really fucked you that intensely, huh?” Mark teases. You feel his fingers lightly on your neck, touching the visible marks Doyoung left there. “Maybe you just need us to get your blood flowing again.” He wags his eyebrows suggestively.

Under your head you feel Xiaojun’s thigh tense. He touches your hair, traces a fingertip along your eyebrows, down your nose.

Mark’s touch sweeps down from your throat to your chest. He makes a move to cup and squeeze your tits.

“No, stop.” You swat his hands away. “I’m sorry, but I’m not really in the mood; my boobs hurt and I just feel like I’ve fucked every single one of your twice within the last week.” Which you pretty much have. You were incredibly horny earlier in the week, so you fucked most of them again and again. But now. You can’t even imagine it. “And I love you all, but God give me a break. Sorry.”

Xiaojun’s face softens, and Mark hesitantly reaches out to stroke the back of your hand before he pulls his hand back instead of touching you again. 

Mark shakes his head and clears his throat, “Don’t apologize. You don’t need to feel sorry. I’m sorry. You just said you didn’t feel well. I shouldn’t have tried to push anything on you.”

“I just want to sleep for now.”

Xiaojun immediately moves, trying to get into a more comfortable position for him to cuddle with you. He fits against you nicely, all warm and comforting behind you. Mark apologizes again, kisses your forehead, and sinks down onto his side in front of you. Together the three of you take a nice nap. 

And a few days later, you face a similar situation with Taeyong when he wakes you up in the big bed, lips on your skin, Taeyong already trying to pull your panties aside. Normally you’d be okay with that. You love when Taeyong or Doyoung (or any of them, but usually it’s those two) wake you up with sex, but once again, today you push him away. Not in the mood.

It’s a full week later when you’re snuggled up in Kun’s lap, straddling him, your head resting on his shoulder while you play with the strings of his hoodie. He’s focusing on his composition. His arms slipped around you so he can work. He’s got his headphones on so you can barely hear the music, but occasionally he’ll hum some of it.

Ten’s nearby on the bed, his arm draped over his eyes as he dozes on and off. Johnny is fully unconscious behind him, the iPad they’d been playing around on lying forgotten on the sheets. 

When Kun begins rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back, you let yourself fully relax against him, your eyes shutting; you could fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and his humming under your ear.

But then his hand comes down on your bottom, a light slap, but it jolts you upright and back. You stare him in the eye.

Kun grins, his hand staying there cupped on your ass.

You frown.

“What?” Kun tugs his headphones down around his neck. 

“I’m not in the mood for that.” You brush his hands off. “I was enjoying relaxing.”

Kun nods, touches his hand to your cheek. “Are you feeling okay?”

You hold back the urge to roll your eyes, pulling back from him. “What? Just because I’m not jumping at the opportunity to have sex means I’m sick?”

You move to climb backwards off his lap, and that’s when you notice Ten now awake on the bed, peering at the two of you curiously. You frown at him too, biting back an acidic, what? 

But then Kun takes hold of your hand, thumb stroking over the back of it. “That’s not what I’m saying. You just seem like you’ve been different the past week or so. Are you okay?”

You sink back down onto his lap, still holding Ten’s gaze. “I don’t know. I think it’s just hormones, which is a horrible excuse, but my period’s going to start any day now.”

Ten sits up on the bed and looks at you sharply. “Aren’t you on birth control?”

After you realized that having sex with twelve to fourteen partners was going to be a regular thing, you’d definitely decided that you needed a good birth control plan, and your doctor had put you on a good one. You know that some birth control pills have side effects that mess with your hormones and make you break out or depressed or mess with you in some other way.  

“Yeah?” You’re not sure why he’s asking that. You’ve been on the same one for months now. Why would you start reacting differently to it now?

Kun holds your hips, squeezing gently while you look at Ten. Ten who sits up on the edge of the bed and leans forward. “I know we’ve all had busy days and I know I’ve for sure lost track of time, but remind me again, your period is once a month, right?”

Suddenly there’s a tightness in your belly. 

“Babe,” Ten says, keeping his voice soft. “I’m pretty sure you’re late. It was about, like, almost maybe two months ago when me and Yuta spent the night at your place. If you haven’t had your period since then....”

A heavy weight sinks through you. 

Shit.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Tender Ch. 3 - Loki x Mute! Reader

Summary: As time passes,Loki and Reader grow closer.

Warnings: None. Cheesy, self-indulgent romance.

Words:

[Story Masterlist] [All of my Works]

Taglist: @austynparksandpizza​ @queenariesofnarnia​​ @commonintrest​​ @buckylokisimp​ @just-someone-who-likes-to-write​ @lxdyred​ @frostay​ @nina1800​

It was almost 8pm when the display of Loki’s cellphone lightened up, and immediately his heart dropped to his stomach.

Only recently the god had learned how to use this annoying tool, still refusing to take it with him all the time. But since it was easier for you to just text, he’d put up with it.

And truth be spoken, except for Thor sending him those silly ‘Memes’, there wasn’t really anyone eager to talk to him anway - so he knew it had to be you.

Thousand worries were made up by his mind, of you having realized this wasn’t a good idea and canceling your date. Holding his breath, he dared to unlock the screen and read:

“I’m so excited to see you tonight! 💘”

“Don’t raise your hopes” he thought to himself, now busying his mind with every possible way of him fucking things up - and still, your message made him grin from ear to ear.

“As you should be” Loki answered and put down the phone, just to pick itn back up and sending some random emoji’s so it wouldn’t sound so harsh. “💌💚💐😏“

You on the other hand felt as excited as a teenager on their first date, having occupied yourself for hours through trying on different outfits, as well as getting your hair and make-up just right. This was a special occasion, after all!

“I hope he’ll like me...” you thought as you assessed your silhouette in the mirror, debating wether this dress was too revealing or not. In the end, you decided to wrap a silken scarf around your neck - so he won’t have to see the scar.

A knock on your door made you jump a little. Had it already been this late?!

“Miss Y/N?” Loki patiently waited in front of your flat’s door, just for his whole expression to falter when you opened. “You- uh...look ravishing.”

“T-h-a-n-k y-o-u!” You mimicked, trying to give him your most welcoming smile. Oh, how glad you were that he could at least read lips - but then, the most unexpected thing happened.

“You’re welcome” he signed, a little sloppy and unsure how to precizely use his hands, but still good enough for you to understand.

“When did you-” Loki answered before you were even done signing the whole sentence, and you were completely and utterly baffled at his skill. “Started a week ago. Needs some improvement, but I get the basics.”

Basics?! Since when was the God of Mischief so humble? Especially if he really only self-teached this at such an incredible speed, that was amazing!

Loki’s trademark grin spread over his cheeks, pretty satisfied with himself as he saw how your eyes were shining in excitement. “No big deal. Shall we?”

Much to your further surprise, the god even offered you his arm to cling on, before the two of you made your leave.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he appeared in that suit, his locks tamed behind his ears and golden accessory complimenting his look. The whole way to wherever he’d lead you was coated in pleasant silence, with both of you exchanging small smiles and joyful glances.

“There we are!” Loki declared proudly, as if you were not still in the Stark Tower - well, he isn’t allowed to leave, so we’d better make the best of it.

The compound was gigantic, having almost everything one could think about. To be honest, you had expected a restaurant, maybe a movie night or something classy - well, on the other hand you don’t know they do it on Asgard.

But this?!

You’ve never been at this part of the tower before, unaware there were such beautiful places in this rather boring, high-tech environment.

“I come here often” he signed and you nodded approvingly, “It eases the feeling of being imprisoned.”

Yes, one could truly forget that you were still inside of the tower while standing in that great botanical garden at the top floor, ceiling made completely out of glass and revealing the starry night sky.

"B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l” your mouth formed silently, just as you felt a hand on your hip. Loki embraced you from behind, his lips gracing your ear as he whispered “Just like you.”

“P-Pardon” he cut himself off, his grip loosening much to your frustration. “I didn’t know what came over me.”

Yet you only clasped his hand, signalizing him it was alright. “Well then...let me lead you to the table.”

In midst of this beautiful garden was a festively decorated table for two, with Loki holding one chair out for you to sit down. It seemed like he had thought of everything, making you wonder just how long he had prepared for this evening to go well.

As a prince, he was not really used to cooking, so he had gotten something in advance, together with some fine wines. “Not to compare with Asgardian quality” he joked, insisting you’d only deserve the best, “But it will do.”

Loki Odinson was the perfect gentleman, and every second of this date you became more aware of how unbelievably you had already fallen for him from the very start.

The two of you would exchange tales about your respective homelands, impactful events on your life as well as your dreams and ambitions. Even without a single spoken word, this conversation was deep and so natural, you could’ve kept on forever.

He would be happy to show you some little magic tricks, such as making blossoms float or lights appear everywhere. May you want it or not, the prince showered you in small gifts such as a selection of his most favourite reads he thought you might like, or a bracelet resembling two snakes intertwined with each other.

Oh, how both of you wished time would stop, letting you revel in this evening just a bit longer...

Having forgotten about time completely, you only realized how much time had passed when the sun was already rising at the horizon.

“Oh my” Loki chuckled shyly, almost feeling guilty for you were probably exhausted. “Let me consort you to your rooms, my fair lady.”

Trying his best to ignore all the spiteful looks Tony’s coworkers gave him as they crossed your way in the hallways, the god wished he would’ve just teleported you back.

“I need to thank you, my love.” The nickname escaped his lips quicker than his mind could catch up on. “Umm, I mean, I really enjoyed myself today. Hopefully you did too.”

You bit your lip, trying to play down your nervousness from expecting him to make a move - yet there was no kiss. Not even a hug, or anything to bid you goodbye.

“Sleep well-” Loki blinked heavily as you clutched on his arm, fingernails digging into the fabric of his suit. “What’s wrong, little dove?”

He squinted his eyes together, racking his brain as hard as he could to decipher your ASL, hopefully not misunderstanding something.

“Do you want to come inside?”

"I-I-I...” Hel, that caught him off guard. But you only gave him a sleepy smile, expression as welcoming as always. “That’s considered bad manners, I mean-”

“Not that!” You huffed quite amused at him becoming all flustered. “I thought you may want to sleep here? Just sleep, nothing more.”

“Of cou- I mean, if you insist” he desperately tried to preserve the last piece of dignity left inside of him, trying to downplay just how needy he was for your affection. "If you insist.”

Sheepishly entering your wide, one-room flat, Loki walked close behind you as his glare immediately went to the sofa on your right - yet you confidently shook your head, pointing towards the king-sized bed.

“This is new to me.” You judgingly rose your eyebrow at his statement, knowing the stories about how he and his brothers were heartbreakers back on Awsgard very well. “Not like that, I mean...ah, forget it.”

Much to your displeasure, the prince would rest far away from you, lying stiffly on his back.

Thinking back about your relationship up until now, you didn’t feel like sleeping in the same bed would cross any line:

It all started very subtle and slowly, but not unnoticed by you and the others - how over time, the God of Mischief was craving your touch. Like his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against yours, just barely noticeable. Or how he almost naturally cuddled under the blanket with you whenever you were sitting on the same sofa.

The more time passed, the more confident Loki became in his approaches, always wary of your reaction - which would be delighted every single time.

Hugs had already become a firm ritual whenever one of you two traumazized messes were in need of affirmation.

Even some innocent kisses anywhere but your lips were a permanent feature or your togetherness by now, and both of you cherished every second of it.

So you’d plainly crawl over to his side of the bed, pressing yourself against his back.

“I tend to experience nightmares...” Loki whispered, only to be answered with your grip around him depending. "Maybe I should leave."

You snug your head hard against his back, inhaling his scent - for some reason, Loki always smelled like freshly cut grass and old books, not that you'd complain though.

The sound of his heartbeat was like music in your ears, and without giving him a response, it would soon calm you into a sweet slumber.

Tonight, Loki's mind would find peace.

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