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highvern · 5 months

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Teach Me III

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Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: cream pie, unprotected sex, cowgirl, squirting, inexperience!dk, experienced!reader, mentions of drug use (weed) and alcohol , oral (f. receiving), cum swallowing, spitting, fingering, making out, strength kink bc he's hot, minor overstim at the end but he's just enthusiastic, fwb, DK is a munch pt 2

Length: ~4.1k

Note: finally done! I’ve been working so much and this has been like the boogie man lmao part 4 is outlined so it'll probably be another week or two? lemme know what y'all think!!

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[Thursday 10:26AM]

Lee Sock-mint: Did you get your exam back yet 👀👀👀

You: yep

You: you?

Lee Sock-mint: Yep

You: what’d you get

Lee Sock-mint: What’d YOU get

You: i asked first

Lee Sock-mint: Well I asked second

Lee Sock-mint: I got an A tho

You: HOLY SHIT

You: twinsies ♥️

Lee Sock-mint: HELL YEAHHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥🔥

That Night Approx. 8:27PM, Dokyeom’s bedroom

“Ohhh—-just like that!”

Obscene echoes of your sopping pussy fill the room as Dokyeom stuffs you with two long fingers, curling them upward searching for the spot he found a few days ago that had you crying. Bent between your spread legs, he’s praying at the altar of your body; tongue tracing along the inside of your thigh where it lays over his shoulder, biting a bruise into the delicate flesh. The hand not gloved in your cunt squeezes the plush flesh of your opposite leg, using the leverage to spread you out. A choked moan from your body bends your back as you attempt to suffocate him in your thighs.

In the few weeks you’ve been hooking up, Dokyeom has proven to be nothing less than a model student.

Even your first “tutoring session” had been incredibly fruitful. After you sucked out his soul through his dick, he spent an hour learning the ins and outs of your pussy.

The next few times Dokyeom begged you to show him exactly what you liked; quickly acclimating to him staring at your folds while you touched yourself, making yourself come before giving him time to mimic and perfect his technique. Once he gained enough confidence to start experimenting on his own, his progress soared beyond your expectations.

Despite earning the right to brag, he didn’t; still sheepish around the entire arrangement. But even with his shy demeanor, you knew he was incredibly happy with himself due to the one piece of evidence he allowed to exist. On his phone, hidden in a secret locked notes app, Dokyeom recorded his best times like a leader board.

From fingers: 10.33

From mouth: 7.57

From DK Jr. : 15.23 missionary, 11.57 doggy, 9.48 on top

The first time he showed you, you almost smothered him with his own pillow. The fact he was timing your hookups striking a cord in your gut that you couldn’t name; along with the knowledge that he refers to his dick as DK Jr.. But he managed to sooth your irritation with sheepish smiles and flattering praises.

Since then you’ve begun to find it endearing, especially when he shows you the other note that has all the things he wants to try with you. Positions, places, activities; tiny check markets dotting across the list they’re knocked out one by one. Your favorite so far was his desire to fuck you with other people nearby; fulfilled by Dokyeom pulling you into a cramped bathroom at another on one of his frat parties, flipping up your skirt and pushing aside your panties as he bent you over the sink to stretch you full of his cock. It was a testament of your will power to be quiet enough that no one from the party heard how good he gave it to you; aided by the same fingers currently in your cunt being shoved in your mouth to quiet your moans.

But tonight you’re pulling from your own perverted bucket list. As his reward for doing so well on the exam, you’re planning to let him fuck you raw; the vision of him spilling inside your cunt making you vibrate with excitement.

Nothing like a little positive reinforcement for the both of you.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles against your folds, entranced by how you squeeze around his fingers.

Dokyeom doesn’t know what you have planned yet, simply agreeing to your request for a post-study session hookup; but, imagining the look on his face after he finds out makes you gush against his tongue.

“Need more,” you whine, nails raking against his scalp as your hips roll against his mouth.

His fingers pick up their tempo as his mouth latches to your nub. Unlike the first time, he gently sucks it between his lips, focusing on allowing the tip of his tongue to coax against the bundle nerves.

“Don’t stop,” you sob, flailing on the mattress. “please! Gonna cum—“

Eyes crossing at the scorching slide of Dokyeom’s tongue against your clit, his hand pushes deeper before spreading his fingers apart. He finally catches the spongy patch of flash he’s been searching for, curling the tips of his middle finger against it rapidly.

“Fuck— I’m gonna, I–” you choke words catching in your throat as you snap.

Dokyeom doesn’t stop, doesn’t alter a thing except for opening his eyes to watch you come alive above him. His absolute favorite part of your frequent hookups is watching you; the way can’t hide how much you like this; how much you like him doing this.

Head dipped forward to your chest, eyes sealed shut, brow pinched tight, nose wrinkled, and jaw dropped in a long ‘O’ as you sing your pleasure. It’s permanently etched into the back of his eyelids since the first time he witnessed it but he never tires of watching it happen in real time. On the rare occasion he’s alone and you’re busy, it’s all he needs to think about to get himself off with record speed.

Dokyeom really really really loves making you come.

And after the semester you’ve had, he revels in the fact he can take your mind off everything; if only for a little while. You work harder than anyone he knows, balancing academics, extracurriculars, a social life, and a million other things. The admiration he feels deep in his chest, suspiciously close to his heart, drives him to pamper you.

And tonight, courtesy of your high marks, he plans to have you come till tears run down your face.

When your tremors subside, he licks a fat strip up your slit, tongue flat and firm before focusing on your clit once again as he sinks a third finger into your cunt.

“Minnie please!” you beg, the breathless crack of your voice an empty plea he can’t find himself caring about.

A swat against the meat of your thigh is his only warning for you to hold still, “You can take one more.”

“Too much.”

“Come on pretty girl, give me another. You deserve it.” Dokyeom replaces his mouth with his hand, fingers rubbing harshly at the raised nub as he pins you with a look. Your hips buck once again as he spits on his fingers curling into you, adding to the vulgar mess.

“I can’t!”

“Yes. You. Can.” each word punctuated with a drive of his fingers, coaxing more of your essence out of your leaking hole, coating his hand and dripping down his wrist to the sheets.

The gleam in Dokyeom’s eyes when he’s like this is unlike the usual persona he embodies. Demanding and expectant, because of course you’ll come for him again. Why wouldn’t you? He happily gives you exactly what you need to keep wallowing in mind numbing pleasure for as long as you like. Who are you to say no to such generosity?

“Oh fuck, fuck, I’m—”

Your hands nearly rip the bed spread underneath you, feet kicking out as your eyes squeeze tight against the fireworks erupting across the darkness. It's unlike any orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Stomach tightening, a thin sheen of sweat breaks along your exposed skin. Squeezing around the repeated press of his hand, a renewed gush of arousal coats his fingers. Everything is hotter. Wetter.

The spray of liquid against mouth shocks him for a moment, but as Dokyeom realizes what he’s done he turns feral.

“Holy shit.” he whines, lapping up everything you’re giving him, tongue wild and desperate. His own hips rock into the bed, curling his cock against the friction of his boxer in search of relief. You're both soaked, your essence and his spit dripping from his chin to his chest as he drools into the mess. Dokyeom planned to give you a breather after you came again but now nothing exists outside of your wrecked pussy and the smear of your arousal coating his face.

Nose scrunched against the over stimulation, tears sting your eyes. Sobbing for him to give you a moment, a second, to collect your thoughts. You're floating, barely tethered to the bed where his digits curl. But Dokyeom doesn’t listen. Tongue splitting your folds, tracing around his fingers still plunged inside your pussy.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you give a firm tug to disconnect him from your worn cunt. Despite the shortcircuiting pleasure still flooding your veins, the vision of your fuck buddy, pink tongue licking his lips, chin dripping and eyes hooded, awakes a hunger deep in your soul.

“My turn.” you growl.

Pulling him up your body, you waste no time connecting your lips. The heady taste of yourself infiltrates your mouth as you pant into his mouth, but you don’t mind as you continue to tease, the erotic slide of muscle against muscle consuming your focus.

Without disconnecting your lips, you push him until his back meets the sheets; pinning him in place once his boxers are gone, settling over his thighs. Urgently collaring his stiff length in your hand, the rigid velvet sits hot and heavy, head flushed and damp. You skim the tip through your folds, collecting the combination of juices, his own pre-cum adding to the mix before spreading it down his shaft. You gasp into Dokyeom’s mouth when the puffy head grazes your clit, giving a firm squeeze before letting go. Allowing it to slap against his belly before planting yourself on top, grinding against the underside of his cock; the red tip visible at the top of your folds, pearly beads of his cum dripping onto his abdomen with each desperate lerch.

“Oh fuck—” he whimpers.

Propped on his elbows, all Dokyeom can do is watch the hand you’d been using to play with him move to your mouth, sucking your dripping fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste. He pulls you by the back of your neck to his mouth, echoing your whimper as he tastes the erotic mix himself. Your hips continue to grind against him, tilting yourself forward to force the tip of his cock to snare against the ring of muscle at your entrance. Barely an inch enters you before Dokyeom curls his hips away, smacked in the face by the realization of what you’re about to do.

He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, mouth parted around stuttered breaths. An expectant look greets him, hunger flashing like lightning in your eyes. Dokyeom swallows thickly, mouthwatering at the very real chance of seeing your cunt coated in his seed. Filled to the brim, leaking down your thighs.

The fantasy is short lived as a rush of fear zips down his spine. He’s about to fuck you raw. In his favorite position. After you squirted on his face. If he can last more than a few strokes it’ll be a miracle.

Never able to hide his emotions, you catch the worry clouding his face, eclipsing the lust present seconds ago.

“You okay?” you breath, pausing to give him a reprieve.

“Great.”

“Minnie…”

“s fine.” He mumbles words under his breath.

You dodge his attempt at reconnecting your lips, refusing to let him distract you from whatever popped into his head. Shuffling back, you move further down his thighs and away from his crotch. You don’t understand the sudden shift in his demeanor but going any further seems like a mistake.

Dokyeom’s shoulders meet the bed as his elbows give out. Staring at the tiles of the ceiling, he tries to find the right words to tell you what he’s thinking. Shame thickens his throat like wet sand, preventing him from speaking but you just wait above him patiently. The comforting sensation of your fingers gently tracing the back of his hand gives him focus.

Closing his eyes, Dokyeom steels himself with a breath.

“Just need a second.” He whispers.

“Okay,” you whisper back.

Only the humming fan in the corner fills the silence between you. Dokyeom knows you’re watching him, cataloging every twitch of his lips and fully bellied breath. The skin of your thigh is soft under his palm, the warmth calming his nerves as he gently traces shapes into the dip above your knee with the pads of his fingers. The gentle press of your lips on his cheekbone startles him before your nose brushes against his own.

“What’s going on up there?” You gently ask, one of your fingers brushing his temple.

Eyes fluttering open, he’s met with the endless depths of your as you lean back a few inches to meet his gaze. The fondness softening your face reminds him that of all people, you’re the last that would laugh at him about this. You’ve literally seen him at his lowest, yet look what came out of that? If there’s one person he can be honest with, it's you.

“Might come.” Dokyeom sighs, looking at you with nervous eyes.

You’re dumbfounded. Utterly, and truly shocked. He just made you come twice, and he’s anxious that getting some satisfaction himself will somehow disappoint you. You want to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but you know your first hookup is still a sore subject for him.

Ducking back down to leave a reassuring peck on his lips, you grin at him.

“That’s okay. Take all the time you need.” Leaning back up you see the embarrassment still clouding his features, racking your brain for a way to cut the tension. “I’ll just keep myself occupied.”

Dokyeom’s eyes flash at your words, curious at their meaning. Pushing up on your knees, one of your hands moves back to the apex of your thighs. You don’t grab for his cock still nudging you; instead, you collect the sticky mess smeared between your legs, middle finger dipping inside just a hair before coming back to your clit. Teasing gentle circles around it, your breath grows uneven, hips stuttering forward in search of more.

Shit.

Dokyeom is lost in a daze; licking his lips as you touch yourself, eyes glued to the digits swiping across your cunt. He’s still heavy and hard, the flared head of his cock glistening from its brief plunge in your depths. You can’t take your eyes off it, nearly drooling from desire to have him split you open.

“Fuck.” you whine, wishing the calloused pads of his fingers were working you instead. Ever since your little arrangement started, your fingers have become a distant second to his slender ones.

Your show isn’t helping stave the rising orgasm building in Dokyeom’s core. The exact opposite really, fanning the flame to a near inferno. The sight of you getting off, the sounds of your soaking cunt, the taste still on his tongue, the feel of you dripping on his muscular thighs. Even the smell of sex permeates through his tiny bedroom, clogging his nose like a musky perfume.

Fuck it. He thinks. If he blows his load before making you come again he’ll just have to make it up to you. How awful.

Dokyeom’s hand brushes yours away, thumbing your clit as two fingers stretch to prod your entrance again. If he can work you up enough before he’s inside you he’ll at least have a fighting chance.

“Wanna feel you inside me, Minnie.” You demand, using both hands to squeeze your breast. Dokyeom pants at the sight of your nipples peeking out between your fingers, bruised from his teeth.

Maybe you’re playing it up for his ego but you've truly never been so desperate. Greedy for pleasure even with the orgasms he’s already coaxed out of you, and on the horizon is the promise of a third. Being so close to getting railed the way you need but just out of reach is sending your mind into a tailspin. To make matters worse, Dokyeom seems just as eager to give it to you.

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you with my cum?”

“Yes! Need it.”

Shuffling back into Dokyeom’s lap, you sink down onto his cock in one motion, pushing the air from your lungs as he threatens to tear you in half. The burn from his girth races up your spine to add to the mind numbing sensations consuming you.

Tangling his arms behind you back, Dokyeom plants his feet on the bed to fuck up into you at a brutal pace. He’d never complain about fucking you with a condom but with out one? The silky stretch of your pussy, sweltering and soaked, is the closest to heaven Dokyeom’s ever been. Every squeeze around him pulls him in further, the head of his cock fitting snugly against your walls.

Your own hands find wobbly purchase beside his head, your chest aligns perfectly with his mouth to suck and lick against your breasts. Desperate pleas rushing to fill join the mess of noises rising from your bodies.

Your essence coats his cock, dripping down his balls as the clap of skin echoes in the room. Each thrust forces another whimper from your throat, the vulgar thought of your cunt dripping with evidence of him racing you to another orgasm.

“Gonna cum,” Dokyeom groans beneath you. The rasp of his voice sends your hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Please! Want it—” you bawl. “Want your cum.”

His head lulls back as you beg, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides to lock you in place. His thighs burn from exertion but he keeps going, the familiar twitch in his gut telling him to go deeper, harder. Something primal whispering in his brain to brand you with his seed, mark you as his. The way you clench around him adding to the call.

“Fuck, just like that.” You keen when he thumbs your worn clit. His other hand wraps in your hair, pulling to bare your neck for his mouth.

You feel the twitch of his cock deep inside you, and he gives you a few more thrusts before painting your insides. The sharp sting of teeth ripping the wind out of your lungs, pulling you down with him.

Using his chest for leverage, you lean back and ride him through it, reveling in satisfying fullness. Dokyeom’s eyes fall to your tits, pressed alluringly between your arms and swaying with each bounce on his sputtering length.

Gasping in each other's arms, Dokyeom keeps curling into you till he’s spent. Cracking open his eyes to take in the bliss painting your face before sneaking a peak to where you’re connected. A ring of white coats his length where he enters you, trickling down to the smattering of curly hair at his base. His cock gives a pathetic twitch of interest but that's all it manages with how hard he just came.

Collapsing onto his chest, you nuzzle against his neck. “That was…”

Great, wonderful, spectacular, best orgasm he’s ever had in his life. But no word seems to fit exactly how Dokyeom is feeling right now. When he finally can feel his body again, wraps his arms around you to keep you firmly planted against his chest, one hand moving to scratch your back soothingly. When you clench around him, Dokyeom realizes he’s still inside, softening length allowing a flood of cum to trickle out.

“Are you staying tonight?”

“Nah,” you roll off him to stretch, letting the satisfaction only a good fuck can bring settle in your muscles. “Gotta be up early.”

“I can walk you home.” He offers over his shoulder, shuffling to his closet to dress for the night.

“It’s only like nine, I’ll make it home just fine.”

“My mom would kill me if she found out I let you walk alone this late.”

Rolling to your stomach, you watch him pull on a hoodie. “Wow so it's not even you being considerate, just wanna hypothetically save your own skin.”

“I’d be worried too.”

“Fine, but at least put on some real pants.”

“What's wrong with my pants?”

The pointed look at the flannel Simpson pajama pants says it all.

“Fine.”

In true Seokmin fashion, the next five minutes are spent huffing and puffing as he digs for a suitable pair of sweatpants to wear for the short walk to your dorm. You receive several pointed looks and a final “hmph!” as he finds a pair he deems worthy. At least he makes good use of his theater classes.

“Alright, let's go!”

The walk to your dorm zigzags through the busiest parts of campus, and as such despite the late hour, you and Doekyeom run into friend after friend. Most are headed off campus to take part in thirsty Thursdays at the bars just blocks away. A few scampering home from the library, surrendering to the exhaustion that comes post-midterms.

Of course, Dokyeom’s roommate is in the mix.

“Hey! What are you guys doing out?” Soonyoung’s question is innocent but the way he yells it across the courtyard you're currently passing through snags the attention of a few other students.

“Just walking her home.”

“How sweet.” The older man coos. “By the way, what’d you get on the practical?”

“One hundred.”

“No shit!” Soonyoung high fives you. “So did Dokyeom. Wait…are you guys going to celebrate?”

The wiggle of Soonyoung’s eyebrows make him look like he’s having a stroke.

“We already did.” You smirk as Dokyeom gapes like a fish, red as a tomato.

All you can do is shrug. It's crazy the same man next to you was drilling your guts less than an hour ago, but the proof is still pooled in your panties.

“Anyway! What are you doing out?” Dokyeom asks, eager for a subject change.

“Didn’t do too hot but the TA said I can get half credit back if I do test corrections.”

“Ahh. So it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that the girl you have a crush on has a shift in the tutoring labs on Thursdays?”

“You told her?” Soonyoung turns on Dokyeom, eyes wide.

“You told me, idiot.” You cut in.

“Oh! Well maybe that's part of the reason but Minhyuk said he’ll only give me till Monday morning so it's a happy coincidence.”

“Well good luck!” You call, taking a step in the direction of the dorms.

Soonyoung calls you back before your foot hits the sidewalk.

“Oh, by the way, are you coming to the cabin with us next week? We’re trying to figure out cars right now and need a headcount.”

“What cabin?”

“It's SBT’s mountain weekend!” He announces before turning to DK. “You didn’t tell her?”

“Ugh,” the still blushing man chokes.

“Well, this is awkward.” Soonyoung winces, slowly backing away. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Discomfort swirls around you and Dokyeom as you return to your original path. You’d spent enough time around frats to know they spent a weekend at some old cabin deep in the mountains each fall, drinking and smoking in excess. Traditionally, its invite only, a plus one for each fraternity brother. An upperclassman in MX, Jooheon, had brought you to his own your freshman year. The shiny allure of spending a weekend with a hot guy quickly dulled by the reality of fifty plus people cramming into a shoddy building to fuck and get drunk wasn’t as fun as it sounded on paper. To this day, you still can’t get the horrible wails of the girl Minhyuk had brought. It's why Soonyoung and DK attend the lecture he TA’d at a normal hour and you braved the horrors of an eight AM.

It shouldn’t matter that Dokyeom hadn’t asked you, or how he didn’t even bother to mention it in passing. The relationship between you is nothing more than two acquaintances who hook up. Frequently. At its core, you’re his friend who occasionally tutors him in anatomy. Why would he ask you to stay with him for a weekend? Why would you be upset if he didn’t?

And yet…

“I completely forgot it was even happening.” Dokyeom shares quietly.

“It’s really fine!”

“I mean if you wanted, you could come with?”

“Already have plans. Sorry.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

Fortunately the awkward conversation is cut short as you approach the lobby of your dorm. You’ve never been happier to see the tacky green walls beyond the glass door lined with old campus flyers.

“Thanks for walking with me.”

Dokyeom looks like he wants to say more but before he can speak you’re turning around and marching inside. You don’t catch the way he stares at your retreating figure, only leaving the way he came once you're firmly out of sight.

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𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .｡.:*･

Warnings: mentions of bodily harm, oral sex (f → receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, unneeded religious themes, mentions of body hair; reader has a hydro vision and is from Inazuma.

Words: 6k

Characters: Cyno; mentions of Tighnari as a reluctant tutor.

→ Notes: this is my first fic in honest to god years, proper thought out all consuming insane in the head fic; and I am proud of this.

The heat of Sumeru was different to the heat of Inazuma, the sweet smelling summers and the cool touch of the vast ocean on your toes were now just memories wisping like the steam that rose from streams, and the breeze that picked up the morning dew drops from leaves larger and thicker than any you had ever seen.

Inazuma summers meant blue ice pops and sweet milk beverages, lounging in you underclothes on the veranda, fanning yourself and whoever was your companion for the day, sucking on juicy melon slices and watching the fishermen bring in their catch of the day down by the shore, the crystal waves just beckoning you in for a much needed swim. The heat there was bearable, almost, with the promise of a fiery red autumn to follow if the sun got high enough and always smelling oh so sweet in the evenings when restaurants and common folk would move their cooking outdoors, smoke from the barbeques dancing in the mellow breeze like rice plumes in their paddy fields, carrying drippings of fat and roasted lavender melons to your nose. If the night was just right, you could just catch the slow baking of Tomoki’s dango, sweet rice cakes lathed with caramel or a soy glaze, both welcomed after hours wandering the slopes beneath Narakumi.

Sumeru summers, despite only experiencing a few in your recent years, were so stiflingly different and yet, a gentle reminder of what it was like back home. It was definitely - wetter with sweltering days that made it hard to breathe and made way for almost frigid nights, dew settling fat and heavy over the land, clouds gathering to tease a storm but only showering a gentle drizzle. The sprawling fields and jagged islands of Inazuma made way for the jungles and vast forests of Sumeru, sunlight dappled and sparkling no matter the time of day, shining through leaves and spider webs and flowers you had yet to name, catching in the estuaries and ponds snaking across the landscape. And the desert, dry and barren with the formidable beast in the sky baring down at all moments, was teaming with the same greenery as your new residence. You didn’t often venture past Caravan Ribat and the few times you did travel there, the sun was shielded behind great hanging cloths and rugs of immense beauty, some old and worn and some witnessing their first day protecting the residents and travellers of the threshold of the desert. Though the shade and protection of the trees was much more suited to you and your gentle memories of Inazuma, flitting from branch to branch the way you used to with the sea caves and shipwrecks of your home.

Sumeru summers meant ripe Zaytun peaches and crunchy radishes pickled with chilli and mint, sipping on lukewarm water from your pouch but wading through ice cold streams to document new outcrops of lotus’. It meant the constant shout of brightly coloured birds beyond your window, the low hum of traders passing through and offering their wares, the enticing aroma of curries and unleavened breads, both sitting heavy and comfortingly in your belly after every sweltering excursion.

There were times you missed Inazuma, deeply and painfully, but as it was, fate had called you beyond the services to the Shogunate and beyond the great sea which had previously been barred. The lifting of the decree saw a mass migration of people, some back to their original homes and many off to new, including yourself in the form of a letter from the Akademiya offering to school you in the great city of Sumeru.

That summer saw your first sea voyage, and your last taste of Inazuman sweetness for many years. The Akademiya was good to you, one of the first Inazumans in an age to study among their natives, bringing your knowledge of Inazuman biology and medicine to their foresight and introducing them to a world of eternity and strange new ways to ferment soybeans. It was difficult to grow accustomed to their culture, their ways and laws, and their itchy uniforms, preferring the loose garb that the forest rangers wore, their bows and their nimble knowledge. Studying under the Amurta discipline was a gentle reminder of home, reading about all sorts from around Teyvat, wishing so dearly to travel even beyond Sumeru to see it all for yourself; sitting at your desk in the early hours of the morning dreaming of the mountains of Liyue and the beauty of the Qingxin that you would find, wondering what it would be like to swim in the waters of Fontain and venture among the ancient forests of Mondstadt. Your love of the forest, of all things green and living and thriving sent you to Gandarva Villa, under the apparently famed and somewhat reluctant mentorage of Tighnari. Reluctant in that upon reading your thesis and realising that you had already submitted your first manuscript, and concluding that he had little idea of the basis of your study and that you had already nearly finished it entirely.

Inazuma had been closed off, shut to any and all outsiders for a generation, prompting only theories and wild ideas about your archon and her dealings; which lead to a dramatic decline in knowledge flowing from her shores, not only technologically but also botanically. Growing your first successful lavender melon on a rickety trellis in your front garden was talked about for weeks, fuelled only by your multiple displays of how one could cook, eat and utilise it. Food from Inazuma was indeed traded in the cities, but many of the forest rangers rarely ventured into the winding, bustling streets so in between studying and writing up a new version of your manuscript; you took it upon yourself to grow as much as you could from home to share with your new and beloved friends. And the Sumeru summers were the perfect growing conditions to do this, spending your pink and orange evenings pruning the naku weed and spreading straw beneath the amakuno fruits, tending to the delicate blooms of your unsuccessful dendrobiums.

Which is where you found yourself one calm and thankfully cool evening after feasting with your companions. Knelt on the grass, books and papers surround you and your distinct annoyance, chewing your lip and pondering on the answers you finally found regarding your one nemesis. A single sprout curls and threatens to wither before you, rejecting the sprinkle of water you summon from your palm, looking very sorry for itself; a sad reflection of its carer,

“I didn’t think I’d have to resort to such sinful methods little one,” you grumble, theory confirmed by the pocketbook of your own writing completed some years ago, “But I promised Tighnari and he looks really silly when he pouts,” as if your words would suddenly spark the sprout into blooming, a crumb of soil instead shuddered and dropped from its crisped leaf in defeat. A creature called out in the distance, wind blew gently through the valley and rustled your papers, concealing the staggering breaths of a person advancing on your delicate little world, and concealing the unsheathing of a small pocket knife. It was clear your intention, fuelled by your field notes and the archived history of Nazuchi Beach, and in a dramatic display; you held your hand out over the sorrowful sprout with the blade kissing your skin.

A hiss of breath and the nicking pain never came, pressure and a grunt revealed a hand holding your wrist far from the shining lick of the knife.

“What exactly are you doing?” the familiarity of that gruff voice causes a chill to ripple down your spin, hanging your head with heat in your cheeks, “I didn’t know it was Inazuman custom to sacrifice oneself to plants, dead ones at that,”

“I wasn’t going to entirely sacrifice myself, these plants grow only where blood has been spilt and I'm not going to ask someone else to do it for me, or start a war like they did back home so I figured -,” turning to face him, something catches you off guard. It wasn’t unusual for the General Mahamtra to pass through the valley, even stay for a few nights with his fellows, but it was unusual that he seemed - not quite right, despite still gripping you and staring at you with unimpressed judgement. So much so that you abruptly ended your swotty explanation and tried to pull away from him, to no avail,

“Are you okay? You look kind of unwell?” voice gentle and curious, causing Cyno to tighten his grip on your wrist even more, “Ah ! - you’re hurting me,”

“Where is Tighnari? I need to see him, something has happened…I’ve done something regreful,” even though he seemed to have been speaking perfectly fine a few seconds ago, Cyno suddenly sounded a thousand miles away and almost intoxicated. Eyes glancing around furtively, searching for nothing and everything, specifically your reluctant mentor who currently -,

“He’s away right now, Liyue - ow ! - there was a cooking event he wanted to go to and so I asked if he could pick me up some Violetgrass and also some starconches,” you say through your teeth, struggling out of his grasp and rubbing your wrist, squinting at his figure in the doctor-ish way Tighnari taught you. All of a sudden, he didn’t look much like a General Mahamatra, or even a matra; trying desperately to hide the sways in his body and the shaking of this fists held tightly by his side, tongue dipping out of his mouth to lap at the beads of sweat rolling down his upper lip, eyes red and rimmed dark. Words seem to be a loss for him at the news, swallowing thickly and looking down at his feet, toes digging into the carefully curated moss of your garden,

“What did you eat?” your sharp question stuns him out of his stupor for a moment, scrambling to your feet to assess him properly, “Or drink, but I assume it was something edible that has you sweating like the grand sage in a brothel,”

“Don’t - ,” he spits, “Don’t mock me,” you step back, hands up in submission, face shining with the want to help,

“I wasn’t Cyno, I promise, Tighnari isn’t here right now so I’m going to help you, but I need you to answer my questions so I can do that,” it occurred to you for a moment that as the General, Cyno probably knew about his friend’s little excursion and yet, came straight to you instead of the Akademiya. But a sharp exhale banished that thought from your mind,

“In the North, near Vanarana, there were Fatui breaking protocol,” at the mention of the mysterious and mostly unmapped region, you usher Cyno into your humble hut, drawing the wicker shutters and lighting a candle in the dwindling dusk, “they had stolen goods - crests from all over Teyvat, mostly food from Inazuma, some kind of mushroom …,”

“Oh Cyno, we have both told you never to -,”

“Yeah, yeah, never eat something I can’t name, I know; but it looked like a starshroom, it was glowing and I can obviously name that so, I ate it,” sinking into a chair, Cyno suddenly looked pale in the candlelight, wiping sweat from his brow and shifting his hips beneath your scrutinising gaze,

“Did you say it was glowing? You ate a glowing mushroom?” this was hardly the time for jesting but you couldn’t help but grin, vanishing in a second under Cyno’s scowl, “Tighnari is going to be so mad at you, I thought it was obvious not to go around tasting things that glowed! We teach that to children! And newcomers who have never seen anything like it before,” your berating is only half serious, rummaging around you various knapsacks and baskets for the ingredient you needed to ease his pain, handing him a strip of dried something or other with a kind look, “Chew on this, it should stop the pain in a few seconds but just hang tight okay? I’ll take care of you,”

As much of a mother you seemed around those who made mistakes, berating them sharply before showing them the right way or the solution; Cyno almost felt like a lover to you in the way you cupped his jaw to make sure he was indeed chewing on the bark, stroking the tops of his cheekbones and the round of his collar in search of a rash, fingers soft and methodical, loving in a way he was unsure of whether you used towards other patients. He watched you work, content with his stabilising condition and preparing some kind of drink, back facing him and sweetly busy at your workbench. You were so precise and aged in your movements, picking the right herb and concoction without having to think, mixing them perfectly into a hand thrown cup with an extra spoonful of something for good measure,

“Here,” you sat down in the chair next to him, pressing a cool palm to his forehead beneath his headpiece, “I put some sugar in it to make it a little easier to drink, m’fraid I didn’t have any lavender melon syrup left,” the cup is heavy when you push it towards him, eyes curious and ever watchful, “If you need to throw up then warn me first,”

That struck him as odd. “Why didn’t you make me do that as soon as I arrived here? Surely that’s the first protocol in eating something dangerous?” you jerked your head, an indicator for him to drink and truly, the sugar did nothing to hide the foul taste and Cyno couldn’t hold back the winces and the gags as he swallowed,

“You ate fluorescent fungus, probably a rarer sub-specie that is very similar to the starshroom and native to Inazuma, obviously. The spores would have touched your lips first and as it is a very delicate plant -,” you fiddle with a small pocket book left on the table, showing him a beautiful painted depiction of the yellow-ish fungus he ate, “your saliva would have dissolved it before it even hit your stomach so vomiting would not have done much,” he nods, somewhat in defeat, gulping the last of your concoction with a poorly hidden gag, “We can sit until you feel better if you’d like, I’m surprised you didn’t have worse symptoms. Usually people get hallucinations, fainting, loss of limb control; the usual when one eats a poisonous mushroom, but you’re strong I guess,” you steal a glance at his body reclined and tense in the chair, “or just resistant,” Cyno doesn’t reply, tilting his head back and taking a shallow breath, still uncomfortable and unwell, “Just relax, it’ll take effect in a little bit, I’ll take care of you while it does,”

There was that strange feeling that made Cyno want to suck in his cheeks and puff out his chest, but it was not all that unfamiliar. Moments like this were common, more so in the recent visits, the ones where he felt like you could be a little more than the Inazuman who knows surprisingly too much. Sat around the fire in the cool nights, palm held in yours, tracing the deep callouses and lines and pretending to be a mage from your home city, making up some jumbo about his future and him suddenly so wishing you were in it; waving at him from down in the valley, wading with the fishes and the fungi, trousers rolled up to your knees and looking just about the happiest he had ever seen you; listening from the shadows as you animatedly retold stories from travelling around Watatsumi and foraging the pearls hidden beneath the glowing waters, an eagerly fond look twinkling in his eye; slyly asking about you at the Akedamiya, wondering about your studies and pretending to be interested in your thesis when all he could see was your printed name at the top of the manuscript; times when you thought he couldn’t see you looking at him with his headpiece off, a cut on his brow or a set of cards on the table in front of him, noticing your longing gaze and keeping it safe for the lonely nights in the desert.

You were looking at him now, thinking he was resting, allowing your eyes to trace the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft skin of his stomach and the trunks of his thighs, spread and inviting. It takes all he has not to smirk, or flush, or even move. It’s strange, he thinks, he feels almost uncomfortable in that he desperately wants to do something about it, in an all the more wanton way. Makes him feel wound up, on edge almost, biting his tongue and scrunching his toes in case he might stand up and simply confess.

“How do I know if I’m hallucinating?” Cyno knows he isn’t, but it fills the heady silence and he hears you readjust yourself, sitting up a little straighter,

“Well, first of all, you shouldn’t be hallucinating now since the medicine should be working,” there’s concern in your voice, licking like a lover over his ears, feeling you press forward and he feels you caress his closed eyelid, “look at me? Why could you be hallucinating now?” he’s lazy in aiding your poking and prodding, allowing you to remove his headpiece and place it on the table, blinking blearily, “Describe what you are feeling please, and what you’re seeing,”

“I’m not sure how to describe it,” he grumbles after a moment in gathering his thoughts, struggling in your close proximity, “You’re so close, it’s interfering with my concentration,” you furrow your brows, confused and more than concerned, that same soft scowl of a lover settling on your face at his words, “there, you’re doing things and saying things and making me feel things I’m not accustomed to, it feels wrong; like it and you and all this shouldn’t be here,”

“And so, you think that you’re experiencing a hallucination of what exactly?” you feel for a temperature, sitting back in your chair at his leaning forwards into the touch of your hand, “I’m not sure you’re hallucinating Cyno, your vitals are - ,” precise fingers dig into the doughy, giving skin under his chin to feel for a pulse, finding it strong and fluttering like a small bird, “Let me get you something to drink, water this time I promise,” you’re not angry with his feigning symptoms, or that concerned at his apparent anxiety, not berating him in that motherly way like you usually do and that only causes his pulse to rocket higher and the anxiety creep further into his gut. You’re acting in that way again, sweet eyes and a sweeter voice, like honey, fetching him a cool welcomed cup of water in the way such as after a night of -

You distinctly remember hearing absolute silence in the seconds between you standing to get your guest some water, and then feeling his imposing presence behind you, close enough to feel his breath on the back of your neck. Time stops at the sound of his fists clenching by his side, swallowing thickly at the sight of your inviting skin, physically shaking in his restraint,

“I feel like I’m dreaming, like none of this and none of what I am feeling is real,” you’re silent still, barely breathing in the confined space he’d boxed you into, a small corner of your hut with a sink that provided you some much needed physical support. Psychologically however, you were in turmoil. Cyno, the Great General Mahamtra, felt as if he was having a hallucination or some kind of dream in his apparent romantic or lustful pursuit of you, and the implication of what was standing behind you was suddenly too much to bear.

“I could - pinch you if you’d like,” the voice that leaves you doesn’t sound like your own, shaky and shy, “Dreams aren’t real, you shouldn’t be able to feel or touch or taste in a dream, if you concentrate hard enough,”

A beat passes, filled with sharp, quiet breaths passing between you and it aches that you cannot see what he’s doing, or what he looks like or how he feels. Your heart flutters like a sakura petal in the spring breeze, mouth dropping open when you feel his hands rest on your hips, burning hot through your clothes. Cyno sucks in a breath, lips dry and cool as they part against your neck, tongue darting out to taste the damp saltiness of your skin,

“I feel you,” he mumbles into your jugular, thick hair sticking to the side of your face and his nails dig into the cushiony flesh of your hips, “I feel you, and you feel - soft, so soft,” hips press into you, strong and hard and fluid, “And you taste like nectar, like honey and wine and - like a dream,”

“It’s been more than enough time for the medicine to take its full effect, you shouldn’t feel any more side effe…Cyno,” his name comes out a sigh at his attaching his mouth fully to your throat, wet and warm and causing your knees to buckle. He catches you, almost, slinging an around around your middle and hoisting you back against him, panting against the back of your neck,

“I guess you’re right,” one hand grips your wrist, urging you to put down the cup and Cyno lifts it to his lips, nose running down the pulsing veins as it trying to absorb your scent and the effect he has on your pulse, throbbing beneath the delicate skin, “How could this be a dream, a hallucination if I can feel everything, taste you on my tongue, touch you like this?”

He’s grinding against you, body writhing in tandem with his in response, mouth open with heady gasps and mewls that remind him over and over that not only did you save him from certain madness, but you also were eagerly reciprocating his equally eager advances. Long fingers unlace the ties of your trousers and dip beneath your waistband, instead dragging up into your shirt, loose and comfortable for your planned evening of study, now easily parting like clouds on a blustery day for him. The first touch against your chest sends you shivering into his grip, fingertips brushing the underside of your breast oh so softly and politely before gripping a little firmer, then altogether greedily. Flesh spilling between his fingers, nipple catching on a callous, rough and a little mean but eliciting such a submissive little reaction that Cyno nearly folds forward against you.

“Please, please, please,” you’re muttering desperately, sacred like you’re saying a prayer, pushing your chest further into his touch and arching your back, “Touch me please,”

“You’re always so polite,” he isn’t much for words, let alone praises but you’re so dear and so sweet in his arms, shivering like a little lamb and even bleating at the slithering of his other hand into your trousers. With his face still nuzzling into your neck, Cyno is only just able to hide his distinct devastation at how wet you are, positively soaking your underwear and covering his fingers in honeyed slick. He grips your breast harder, plucking at your nipple at the same luxurious pace as his forefingers sliding through your cunt, slipping sloppily over your clit and you all but howl. You aren’t quite sure what to do with your hands, the one he was previously lathing kisses to was now somehow tangled in his hair, holding him in place and it’s grounding, it’s anchoring you to the intense, gooey pleasure coursing through your gut. Your other hand is gripping his forearm, the one deep between your thighs or the one greedily fisting your breasts, you aren’t sure but your nails hurt and you think it’s because you’re holding on too tight, but how can you not when too much is happening all at once?

Cyno feels your arousal coating his hand, palm sticky and fingers pruning with his assault, languid circles over your clit, following the shivers and writhes of your body with grinds and jerks of his own. Gods, he’s so hard that it hurts, and he knows that you’re so close, so fucking close to cumming but he can’t help but still worry if he’s dreaming, if this is all an after effect of his incident, if you’d neglected to tell him how long something like a hallucination could last. He vaguely hears you howl in agonising dejection when he rips his hand from your trousers, strings of arousal glistening in between his fingers in the light and he’s struck with how you’d much prefer to cry over the loss than watch him lick up the mess you’d made. You only just manage to catch his eyes rolling back at the taste, dripping down his wrist, three fingers shoved into his mouth and positively devouring the essence of you. Tears leak down your cheeks, replacing his fingers with your lips in a whirlwind of need and hard, hot desperation, swallowing his surprised grunt with a whine of your own. Cyno doesn’t respond for a moment, shocked at your display of wantonness, tongue licking inside his mouth in a thinly veiled attempt at tasting your own arousal and his grip on you suddenly becomes all the more fierce.

“I can’t - I can’t -,” your kisses grow sloppy with your begs, struggling to pull your trousers down, almost losing your balance and it pains Cyno to part from you for even a second to disrobe himself. Red eyes follow your every movement, toeing off your shoes and ungracefully kicking away your trousers, bending over for a moment and it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot. Nestled between your thighs, dripping and plump, the scent of it wounding him to his knees, crawling half dressed over to you,

“Gods - fuck,” eyes fluttering closed at your suprised gasp, tongue darting out to lick gently, lightly like he was licking honey from his finger, catching the leaking drops and feeling his stomach clench, and his cock kick against his thigh. You remain in place, frozen against his curious, pointed licks, flattening his tongue after having his fill and splitting your pussylips with a lewd noise. He could be content between your thighs for the rest of his life, Akademiya be damned, coming home from his duties to this lifeline of saccharine sin that he swallows down greedily and selfishly. The wings of your shirt sit bunched over your hips, sliding low over your ass until he frustratedly fists the cotton against your cheek and spreads you enough to put his whole mouth against you.

“Cyno! Ah - !” you startle forwards, but he only follows like a worshipper, slurping and swallowing every flutter and every throb of you, fingers digging hard into your thigh and ass to keep himself in place. A tentative hand cards into his hair, a question and his answer was a long, slow moan directly into your cunt, vibrating between your hips and the result was your closeted strength almost shoving him over, nose hitting your clit and causing you to gyrate deliciously.

That was all he wanted, this drawn out stupor only stabilised by your shuddering grinds against his tongue, palm slapping against the countertop. If you’d allow him, Cyno would do this every day, he’d gladly station himself in the city if he got to taste the heaven between your thighs even for a few seconds in the mornings before he was called in to deal with the country’s worst and the best. It would be a welcome reprieve, one he’d been craving without even knowing it; in the moments alone with you, sacred and secret, soft and sweet and warm. To feel you gushing down his chin, moans reaching their crescendo and legs shaking on your tiptoes, all but sobbing into the crook of your elbow as you cum; it would be worth the sacrifice.

Cyno felt selfish, detaching himself from your cunt, resting his forehead against the back of your thigh and smoothing his hands over your shuddering calves, down to your ankles and then back up to your ass.

“Are you okay?” his breath is hot on your skin, and through your gulping pants, you manage to answer with a cracked ‘mhm’. You feel him smile wide and smug, standing and hiccuping at the state of you, slumped against the sink and writhing as if in pain, whole body breathing with your dwindling orgasm, “Come here, I got you,”

Carefully and all too greedily, Cyno scoops your torso against his with his hand angling your jaw, tilting your face up to his. A kiss is pressed to your lips, languid and lazy, a stark contrast to the blunt head of his cock kissing the lips of your cunt. You shudder, unable to return his kisses but trying so desperately to keep his stare, eyes boring into yours as he angles his hips.

“I got you,” he murmurs a promise, feeling your fingers lace with his over your throat, watching your lids flutter as he presses into you, “Stay with me, I got you I promise, just a little more,”

Breathy and fleeting, Cyno recites his words like a prayer, thrusting gently and shallowly at your wobbling bottom lip, swallowing your discomforted hiccups. He doesn’t thrust to the hilt like he so dearly wishes to, filling you in one swipe and leaving you reeling - no, he’s slow, methodical, precise and doesn’t break eye contact for even a second. Keeping a firm grip on your jaw, chasing the breaking down of your resolve every inch he slides into you until there’s no more, snug and warm and so fucking wet. He feels you against his pelvis, against his thighs, sticky and warm, shuddering when he kisses you once more, almost like a praise for taking him all the way.

You’re trying to speak, trying to make any sort of sound but the breath is stolen from your chest when he starts an agonisingly deep grind, up into you, hardly leaving the warmth of your cunt and digging hard into your belly. It feels as though he’s in your throat, eyes never leaving yours and sending you spiralling, gasps turning into whimpers turning into hiccuping sobs of his name with every defying push of his hips. Cyno sees your eyes flutter for a second, lips parted and brushing yours, swallowing every delicious sound you make, responding with grunts of his own in both encouragement and sin.

“Eyes on me,” he purrs, a crack in his voice at the sudden way you choke him, cunt clenching at the drop in his tone. Cyno shudders, pace slipping and he slides his hand down over the swell of your belly, feeling for the slippery bud of your clit. When he decides to match the slow, heady pushes and pulls of his hips with heavy thrums over your clit, you’re quite unsure of how you manage to stay standing upright.

“Ah - ! Cyno !” he never falters, not even when you grind back up against him, not even when you try to lick into his mouth for even a semblance of grounding, not even when you cum so hard that fat tears roll down your cheeks, not even when you finally catch your voice and reach back to grip hard at his hair, “Again, make me cum again please,” you beg, “Please Cyno, please - inside, cum inside, make it deep - please,”

Begging didn’t seem to be about your usual person, the one he knew that shared their meals and knowledge with anyone who asked, so to hear it fall from the heaven of your lips was surely his downfall. It was unexpected, it tore a deep and long snarl from his chest, grinds turning into thrusts turning into something damning and gut wrenching. The fingers on your clit were kinder, swift circles to keep you leaking down your thighs but the cock battering your sensitive walls was less so.

He never stops watching you though, even when you reach a second completion, all the more messier and sloppier than the first, red heavy eyes boring into yours without faltering for even a second. Cyno presses his forehead to yours, the angle causing your neck to ache but it goes unnoticed through the life giving pleasure he brings you, with every greedy slam of his pelvis against your ass. Lips touch yours in the moment he cums, eyes finally snapping shut and you think he looks beautiful through the fog of your orgasm; illuminated by the candle light, sweat flecking his brow, hair mussed and tangled in your fingers. Jaw ticking with every twitch of his cock deep inside of you, warmth spreading through your hips and thighs, feeling his hand flatten over your stomach as a kind of worship, caressing the space he fills so deliciously.

“I - ,” he swallows heavily,

“It’s okay,” is the first thing you can think of, “I wanted it too,” Cyno’s eyes open and he searches your face, “For… a while,”

It feels like eternity before he answers, nudging his nose against yours affectionately,

“Would it surprise you to admit I felt the same? That I waited far too long, and chose a rather idiotic time to do it?” the corner of his lips lift in a smirk,

“Honestly and with your track record? Not really, you have a bad habit of keeping things to yourself,” with bated breath you lean to kiss him softly, “But so do I, I guess,”

Cyno clenches his jaw as he pulls away from you, surveying the mess of your coupling before surveying the mess between your thighs. He flushes dark, lust threatening red again at the white threatening to spill to the floor,

“Here, let me - help you,” he aids in removing your soiled shirt, using that as a rag between your thighs and he hisses along with your protests at the sensitivity, “I’m sorry, I’ll be gentler next time, I promise,” you aren’t shy in your nudity, how could you really? And you turn to Cyno with heated cheeks,

“Next time? When - urm - when do you plan on having a next time?” Goosebumps flurry over your arms, nipples perking in the coolness of the night and Cyno can’t help but reach out, cupping the weight of your breast and sighing at the feeling, “I can’t, not right now - that’s too soon Cyno! You gotta let me rest! Don’t be so - !”

And he laughs. Full and loud and hearty, gripping you and embracing you and kissing you with laughter wrinkling his face, craning you backwards and swaying you to and fro. You squeal, thighs tacky and sticky but following his movements, allowing him to swing you over to your cot on the far wall.

“I would never defile you without asking, and not before tasting you thoroughly too,” Cyno kneels before you, a covenant and their disciple, hands tucked together in prayer, “And besides, I’m still questioning whether this is a dream,”

“I could pinch you, again, if you like?” You draw your blanket up around your shoulders, sliding backwards further on to the bed, noticing for the first time that Cyno still had a majority of his upper clothing on and there was something about the exposure of his abdomen, the ripples of his muscles, the thatch of white hair trailing down from his belly button to his cock resting between his thighs that gets you all tingly and warm again. He folds himself into the small space with you, catlike and flexible, kissing your forehead with a hum,

“Maybe in a few hours, I’ll probably wake up and need a splash of something on my face to remind me I’m not hallucinating,” it takes you a second to catch on, hiding your face in your hands with a mortified groan and Cyno laughs again, gathering you close, keeping your quaint reaction to his terrible joke a secret, a safe little slice of heaven only for him to enjoy. In the back of his mind, he remembers suddenly that out of everyone; you’re the only one who entertained his jokes and silly puns, and the first time you genuinely laughed at one was also probably the first time he decided that he loves you. The word chases tails in his mind as he succumbs to sleep, tucked up against you and keeping his lips firmly pressed to your forehead, an imprint of himself for you to feel even when he wasn’t there.

#cyno x reader #cyno smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #cyno x y/n #cyno x you #genshin impact x you #I hope this one shows up:((((

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waechan · 3 months

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nct dream hyung line; small moments

just little moments with each member.

fluff, slight angst (mostly cute)

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lee mark:

you two have been best friends since birth

he knows everything about you, and you know everything about him

he has a soft spot for you, confessed when you found him pacing at your doorstep one day with flowers

pretty quiet at school, sorta nerdy, but cute nerdy!

likes computers, plays basketball for fun

always sends you game pigeon as an excuse to develop conversation (even though you two are already dating)

plays guitar for you to help you fall asleep

you sing along with him sometimes and he always stares at you, smiling softly

works at his friends moms daycare and helps check the kids in and out

its late, 1 in the morning, and he calls you

you pickup, his voice is groggy

"can you come over?"

"of course."

you're there in an instant, you open the door, and you see him standing there in his pjs, looking lost

immediately you walk over, hug him tight, and he holds you, refusing to let go

"what's wrong?"

"i don't know what i'd do without you."

it's all he says, and it's all he needs to say.

"i love you too, mark."

2. huang renjun:

he was your tutor, and hated you, actually.

well, before you two started dating. and he fell for you without realizing. and you made him confess because you were tired of him being stubborn.

you were social, he wasn't

that's really all there was to it

you two basically competed for teachers pet privileges

it didn't start out that way, but you two got competitive for no reason

obviously he was smarter than you

"can you just shut up and listen to me for once?"

"can you just man up and admit you have feelings for me?"

yep, that's how it went.

he blushed

stumbled over his words.

you kissed him

he fell even harder.

little bickering moments like this always reoccurred in your lives, and sometimes people were convinced you actually hated each other

one day the two of you hang out with some of your mutual friends

you leave the cafe after having an intense debate about whether or not mint chocolate chip ice cream is overrated or not, leaving your friends behind after you had to go

"honestly, it tastes like toothpaste."

"can you just agree with your girlfriend? that's all there is to it."

he holds your hand and kisses the back of it as the two of you walk back, and nods

"yes maam."

3. lee jeno:

he was every girls dream

how did you manage to end up with someone like him?

by far the most popular guy at your school

everyone he looked at managed to become flustered

you were the sweet, yet quiet girl in the back

he still noticed you, every day he would look back at you without you noticing

one day, you were having a hard day

you just wanted to go home, wanted to sleep, wanted to forget about all the events that had happened prior which took a negative toll on your health

you see a piece of paper fall on your desk and the silhouette of jeno's shadow passes by

you look up and see him staring at you across the room

he nods

"open it." he mouths, his eye smile appears

you do so, and you immediately smile as you see what's inside

"turn that smile upside down!"

god, of course he had one chance and messed it up. it was so cliche, yet so jeno

and you didn't care that it was a bit on the cheesy side

you walk by him at the end of class

"i think you meant frown?" he gives you a look of confusion.

"wha- oh. oh shit."

popular jock, quiet girl. observer, and recipient.

sometimes though he needs help from you too

one night he stops by without even telling you

he walks through the door, hugs you, and pulls you into the living room

"nap time. please." he sounded so tired, so done.

you chuckle.

angel sent from above. that's what he was.

4. lee haechan:

best friends older brother

shouldnt even be an option tbh

but haechan was haechan, his teasing made you blush, his small acts of care for you never went unnoticed

the three of you went to a cafe

your best friend ordered, then went to the restroom

you ordered your drink

he pushed you to the side

ordered his drink as well

paid for you like nothing happened

"haechan you really didn't have to-"

he puts a finger to his lips as his eyes twinkle, and he smiles gently at you

"i wanted to"

fast forward

you're official and he will not leave your side

always attached to you, in public he glares at any guy who stares at you for a millisecond too long

you walk into a clothing store and the worker smiles at you

"hi, do you need help finding anything?"

haechan pops out of nowhere and grabs your hand

"uh, no, i think we're good, thanks."

he pulls you away immediately

"what was that for??? he was just asking for help..." you whine

"nuh uh, no he wasn't. i know how guys work."

you chuckle. just go with it.

whatever makes him happy.

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let me know if you want the maknae line version! it's my first post on tumblr:) i am taking suggestions as well

#nct dream angst #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #lee haechan #lee mark #nct dream #lee jeno #huang renjun #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct dream scenarios

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seungiee-sunshine · 8 months

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༺♥༻𝓈𝑒𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒾𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑒𝒸 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉༺♥༻

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰. 𝘉𝘺𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!

♥:◇:♥──◇:♥ 𝘬𝘦𝘺: f --- 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 a --- 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 m --- mature s --- suggestive

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾༓･*˚⁺‧͙✧ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾༓･*˚⁺‧͙✧

✿ Hide-and-Seek SCB [m] @dreamescapeswriting

✿ Say yes to Heaven HHJ [a,f,s] --- @astraystayyh

✿ Recording Sessions SCB, BC, HJS [m] @matryosika

✿ Control HJS [m] @mint-yooxgi

✿ Painting LMH, KSM [m] @tasteracha

✿ Monarchs: Blood Favor BC [m] @abiaswreck

✿ Best Friends... BC [m,a] @bangchanisinmymind

✿ Our Secret: Part Two LMH, HJS [m] @abitterboy

✿ Double Trouble YJG, LMH [m] @abiaswreck

✿ That Hufflepuff Boy LF [a,f,m] @kkami-writes

✿ August is A Fever KSM [m,f] @seungminheart

✿ Angry little guy LMH [f] @rachalixie

✿ Go Ahead and Cry KSM [m] @hyunsvngs

✿ Tutor with Benefits KSM [m] @theslut4smut

✿ Surprise! LF [f,m] @kaciidubs

✿ Trophy LMH [m] @agnesafterhours

✿ Vexation BC [m] @straykids-97

✿ Private Dance HHJ [m] @luvyeni

✿ Wakey Wakey BC [m] @sugarmelin

✿ First Rule of Fight Club BC [m] @dreamescapeswriting

✿ Close as Strangers LF [a] @jadenlix

✿ Dance for us LMH, HHJ, LF [m] @2chopsticks2eyes

✿ Alien HJS [m,f] @j-0ne25

✿ Save me LMH [m] @loveneversleepss

✿ Churchboy LF [m,a,f] @skzcollision (the whole series is awesome not just this chapter---)

✿ Amethyst BC [m,f] @pucchinpurinracha

✿ Folder 103 BC [m] @minminyoonjii

✿ Baking Lessons and Proposals YJG [f] @caseiloveu

✿ Show me how HHJ [m,f,a] @koorminii

✿ Royal Pains LMH [m] @mimziie

✿ Babysitter.com HHJ [m,f] @mnwrld

✿ Hold on Tight LF [m] @j-0ne25

✿ Bunny: pt. 2 LMH [m,f,a] @tasteleeknow pt. 1 is just as good. Read it. :)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾༓･*˚⁺‧͙✧ 𝘛𝘟𝘛 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾༓･*˚⁺‧͙✧

☆ Soobin When He's Touch Starved [m] @majestyjun

☆ Soobin <;3<;3<3 [m] @majestyjun

✼ ҉♥✼♥ ҉✼ 𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 ✼ ҉♥✼♥ ҉✼

♡ Wrong Answer JYH [a,m] @essenteez

♡ Incubus: coming of age CS [m] @byuntrash101

♡ Two is better than one SMG, JYH [m] @songmingisthighs

♡ Broken Babe CS [m] @thisthatpinkvenom

♡ off the table KHJ [m] @setsugekka

♡ Forever CS [m] @mint-yooxgi

♡ Roommate SMG [m,f] @essenteez

♡ Shared JWY, KYS, KYH [m] @thelargefrye

.・⛧⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⛧・. 𝘌𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯.・⛧⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⛧・.

✦ Creep [m] @drunkhazed

✦ Bite me KSN [m] @luvyeni

✦ Conflict of Intrest PSH @jaylaxies

.・●*○❃○*●・𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯.・●*○❃○*●・．

● Peephole JWW [m] @rubyreduji

● May Flowers KMG [m,f] @sluttywoozi

༄ؘ+*:ꔫ:*༄ؘ𝘉𝘛𝘚༄ؘ+*:ꔫ:*༄ؘ

ꔫ The Obsidian Pearl KSJ [m] @angelicyoongie

#stray kids #skz oneshots #fic rec #recommendations #fanfic rec #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #series #ateez #ateez fanfics #txt fanfics #txt #enhypen #seventeen #svt #bts

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1n-bl0om · 2 years

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some more robin and finney headcanons <3

- finney is allergic to cats but absolutely adores mini (robins cat)

- robin is lactose intolerant but still consumes dairy because “he will not let milk defeat him”

- robin once snuck beer from his uncles fridge. finney took one sip and immediately hated it. his face wrinkled with disgust and he begged for juice instead. robin couldn’t stop laughing

- robin has a huge sweet tooth. finney will pick up chocolate and gummies on his way to robins house, just for him

- sometimes finney feels like gwen likes robin more than him

- finney is ambidextrous but primarily left handed. he switches when pitching

- finney has asthma, he keeps an extra inhaler at robins house

- robin mutters in spanish under his breath. sometimes he says stuff he’s too scared to say to finney. it’s easier to get things off his chest when the other can’t understand

- robin has a hard time falling asleep, sometimes he watches finney. he feels like it’s creepy but finney looks so peaceful and pretty and he is so whipped

- one time robin took his uncles truck and took finney to the closest city in denver. finney told his father he was staying with robin, robin told his uncle he was going out with friends. they were gone the whole day, going to stores and eating food they normally don’t see or get at home. they walked down the street and their fingers brushed together. finney thinks that was the best day of his life

- robin once knocked a couple of teeth out of a guy after he beat up finn. finney had showed up to his house later than usual sporting a black eye and a cut lip. robin was livid, the following monday he beat the kid so hard his whole face was red. he got two weeks detention and an angry finney scolded him about getting into fights as he patched him up

- even with his allergy, finney lets mini rub all over his clothes and snuggle with him for naps. it leaves finney sneezing and watery-eyed for days

- robin thinks lizards are freaky and strange

- robins mom makes finney help make tamales for christmas. he gets masa everywhere and his tamales turn out lopsided.

- robin loves pecan praline ice cream and finney calls him ‘old’ for it

- finney sleeps with a stuffed rocket ship that his mom got him when he was five

- finney knows how to solve a rubix cube insanely fast

- finney and robin met because a teacher assigned finney to be robins tutor. they have been inseparable ever since

- finney is only big spoon when sleeping over because he needs to hold onto something to go to sleep, and robin is warm

- robin has polaroid photos hung up in his room. he has a whole wall filled with them. most of the photos include finney. some of robins favorites are photos of finney curled up with mini, finney asleep on robin, and finney laughing

- robin has introduced finney to the luxury of mexican food. he brings finney empanadas, taquitos, and sometimes enchiladas to share at lunch. finney loves the home cooked food, it’s better than anything his father makes

- finney wears glasses when at home. he doesn’t like wearing them, they are thick and make him look nerdy (in his opinion). but robin loves the glasses

- finney absolutely hates milk duds. he gives all of his milk duds to robin who will happily eat them

- robin forces finney to go through hunted houses with him

- finneys favorite ice cream flavor is mint n chip, robin thinks it’s gross. him and finney have had arguments over the topic

- robin wears a special belt buckle that finney got him for his birthday

- finney has the apollo missions on tape, he watches them with robin. finney wishes they were still running, he would give everything to be an astronaut

- robin dreams of being a film director/writer, especially in horror. he is a horror fanatic, he knows all of the tropes and what audiences like. he’d love to have a hit horror film, it’s a dream of his

- finney loves it when robin plays with his hair. it soothes his mind and helps him relax. whenever finney cries, robin brings finneys head to his chest and runs his fingers through his hair. finney swears robin has magic fingers. robins touch calms him

BONUS

- gwen puts stickers on robins face. finney would leave the room and when he’d come back robin would have a face full of flowers and stars

- gwen once gave them both a makeover. robin didn’t like how sticky the lipgloss was while finney did poses in the mirror

- at 17 robin is 5’5” while finney shot up to 5’11” but robin can carry finney easily. whenever finney annoys him, robin throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. its so easy to robin, finney weights nothing to him. finney finds it embarrassing

- once finney doodled an intricate design of the night sky on robins arm. robin got that drawing as his first tattoo, right where finney drew it

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #finney x robin #finbin #rinney #robin x finney #finney shaw #blooms black phone

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nicherayyy · 10 months

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Pls try doing la squadra x child reader, where they try to help reader do homework. Like if ghia is the type to make reader cry doing math, yk that kind of thing .. ♡

omg I'm alive💀 although recovering from some stupid exams

La Squadra helping Child!Reader with math homework

Homework is never fun. Especially when it's a math homework. These weird formulas and definitions it seems that you will never catch a break with.

Most of the students are hiring the tutor just to get at least anything from this cursed subject. But you have a different situation- seven assassins as father figures. Who also had no money for tutors.

So of course you don't have other choice them ask them to help you.

Risotto is actually very patient. Although he never liked math he enjoys spending some father/child time with you. But don't get your expectations too high, I already told he hated math too.

"Why do you even need to know this? You never gonna use this in life anyway"

"Honestly, I also have no idea"

Does not worry much about your grades, so if you fail a test or two he's not gonna tell you anything, just don't make a habit out of it.

But Prosciutto on the other hand is damn serious about your academic achievements. And because of that you rarely go to him with your math problems. Just no. But if there's no one other to help you.. well, you don't have a choice.

Will he be annoyed if you can't get the material? Yes. Will he yell at you for it. Never. Why? So you get more stressed or what? Math is already not the best thing and screams are not gonna do any good anyways.

"So how do you think you'll find x here?"

"Uhm.. I don't know?"

*sharp inhale* "okay let's review this one more time"

He literally won't let you go until you find a solution. Good luck I guess??

Pesci is the kindest and the most patient soul ever. He may be not the best at math but he's always ready to help (and even learn something new with you too)

"Lets re-read the article one last time just to make sure we got everything right?"

Tells you that grades is not the most important thing in the world, so he makes sure to not overwork you. Because honestly, for him your well-being will be his number one priority.

Formaggio is useless when it comes to math, I'm not gonna lie. But the thing is he can teach you how to cheat in class, just in case. And don't tell Prosciutto that he taught you this.

"If you need you can hide a small paper with answers in your pen, one sec I'll show you"

"Woah, I would never thought of doing it"

Obviously hated school so he knows a lot of ways how to cheat. Some of them he don't even want to tell you

Illuso is okayish, he was more of a literature guy but still good at math. But the problem is he forgot almost everything. And he's big ego won't let him admit it.

"Damn.. wait a minute.. I need to use a calculator"

"That's okay if you don't know I can ask Melone or-"

"NO. It's okay. I almost got it"

Sometimes you feel like he's the student here.

Ghiaccio.. is Ghiaccio. One time he made you cry and now he tries to be more patient with you. He just can't get it how you couldn't understand the material when he explained it like five times already.

"It's literary Pythagorean theorem how can't you get this??"

"I'm sorry", you sobbed

"Okay okay don't cry, please don't cry. I'll explain this again"

Shout out to him for trying.

He was a math genius in school. Dude even won some regional competitions once. So yeah, would make a perfect teacher if not anger issues.

Melone is the walking encyclopaedia. Sometimes you wonder how he can hold all this information in his head.

So yeah, he's the best choice if you want an easy explanation of your material.

"Just use this formula here"

"That easy?"

"That easy, yeah"

After your study sessions makes you some mint tea to relax and clear your head. Studying is important but a good rest and a nice cup of tea are the key to improve your memory and make studying a little more bearable.

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redhothoney · 5 months

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A long 4ggravate highschool au headcanons thingy because I am a multi fandom bastard and I'm hyperfixated on them

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Tighnari and Alhaitham are the two smartest, but they aren't academic rivals. Haitham is better at literature and social studies, while Tighnari is better at math and science. They tutor each other on their bad subjects.

Kaveh is the art kid, ofc. He loves drawing and painting. He once made a whole sturdy structure out of marshmallows and toothpicks. He draws Haitham the most, but claims he draws Cyno more.

Last is Cyno, he's sporty and a huge teachers pet. He has office duty and has a huge ego about it. He lets Kaveh get away with skipping, but annoys Haitham and Tighnari about being a second late.

Now dating time!

The first crush that ever happened in the group was Alhaitham getting a crush on Cyno in elementary school. He just thought Cyno was the prettiest in a cute elementary schooler way.

Og highschool couples were cynonari and kavetham. The couples would often go on double dates, one time Cyno and Kaveh ran off at a fair leaving Haitham and Tighnari behind. The two walked around holding hands and Haitham won Tighnari a huge fox plushie, but it was tOtAlLy PlAtOnIc

After a while communication happened and they all realized they liked each other.

Haitham and Tighnari constantly hold hands in the hallways. Tighnari is always nervous that someone's gonna just touch his tail, so Haitham is his shield.

Kaveh does Cyno's hair everyday before classes start. High pony with bangs, low pony, a messy bun. Kaveh is in love with Cyno's hair. But the one time it backfired was with pigtails. Cyno almost beat the shit outta Kaveh

Cyno drags Haitham everywhere because scary dog privilege. Haitham also just picks Cyno up at random times to annoy him. Cyno just wiggles like a feral cat, but after a while goes limp.

Kaveh loves to nap on Tighnari's tail. The blonde is absolutely obsessed with it. He'll put cute clips on it, he'll braid the longer parts, and it's just his comfort spot. He brushes Tighnari's tail to help calm himself.

Kaveh and Haitham go to the library all the time. Kaveh loves reading about ancient architecture, while Haitham grabs almost every book he can find on authors to quench his hyperfixation.

Cynonari go on ice cream dates. Cyno loves mint choco while Tighnari despises it with a passion. Tighnari always gets some "tropical fruit" like lychee or dragon fruit. Cyno is basic as hell, vanilla or mint choco.

Lastly they all always attend Cyno's games. For whatever sport he does, they're always the loudest fans. One time Kaveh almost physically fought a girl because she claimed to be Cyno's #1 fan (dramatic bitch)

#genshin impact #4ggravate #tighnari #cyno #kaveh #alhaitham #highschool au #cynonari #kavetham #sike bitch it's poly 4aggravate

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savorypink · 2 months

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fetus al porn au where they’re both signed to a porn company n its their first time working together

when i think of 2000s porno, i instantly think of cliche and cheesy stuff! you play a tutor and alex is your pupil <3

"...and once you solve for x, what do you get?"

"uh, 69?"

"good job, al!"

you proudly pat his shoulder as alex writes down the answer, smiling when you catch his face flush wildly at your touch. gooseflesh begins to form on your co-star's arm as your characters get closer by the second. as you sit arm-to-arm next to him on the bed, it feels like his skin could practically melt yours from warmth alone.

your nose picks up the spicy scent of the cinnamon and vanilla cologne that sticks to his polo shirt, making you want to get even closer to him. uou chew the eraser of your pencil as warmth fills your panties, squeezing your plush thighs together.

alex smiles cutely at your praise before turning to you with his face mere inches from yours. "well, you're a good tutor."

your lips hover next to his as you inch to close the gap between you, giggling when you notice the cookie crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth. he might've dipped into the catering table before coming on set.

"you're a good pupil."

he tastes like you expected: grocery store chocolate chip cookies on his tongue and a twinge of mint on his breath. alex holds one side of your hip to allow his tongue to dwell deeper; his movements slow to lap up the bubblegum flavor of your lip gloss and your mouth's indulgent savors. your hand is occupied with his inner thigh as you knead the flesh through the denim of his jeans.

alex's fingers ghost the waistband of your pajama shorts, gently tugging them downward, making you smile into the kiss. you pull away and gently pull him by the collar of his shirt, allowing him to hover over you.

"nervous?" you whisper.

"a little." he chuckles half-heartedly, removing your cami. "i normally don't do this with cameras 'round."

dreamily, you sigh as he kisses down your neck, lightly scratching the back of his shaggy hair.

"you'll get used to it."

the cameraman gets closer as alex takes your nipple in his mouth while his free hand kneads your other breast, pinching and tugging your nipples until they stiffen as his mouth suckles and lightly nips. you moan as you pull at his hair, squirming underneath the duvet as your shorts become uncomfortably wet.

his hand stops playing with your breast and runs down your stomach, eventually shoving his large hand in your tiny shorts. your legs open wider, and your hips buck into his hand, your clit rubbing deliciously against the lines of his hand.

"you're so wet." he grins, the glitter of your lips gloss shining on the curve of his lips. "can't wait to taste you."

you pull off your shorts and instantly feel the camera's lens on your lower half while alex dips two fingers into your heat, pumping them in and out of you languidly. his head comes up from your breasts to your flushed face to capture your lips in heated bliss once more, this time savoring your moans and whimpers as his fingers pick up the pace. you break the kiss with quivering lips to let out a moan, your core tightening around his fingers.

"should we..?" he mumbles in your ear.

you nod, panting as you pull up the hem of his shirt. your walls miss the presence of his fingers once he withdraws them, soon replacing the digits with your own as you watch his clothes fall onto the floor. your free hand strokes the strong muscles of his arm as your fingers curl, plunging into your g-spot. he smiles shyly as your hand now roams his bare chest, the same gooseflesh from earlier present on his soft skin.

"you're cute." you muse as your eyes drop to the bulge in his boxers. "like, really cute."

you get up to straddle him, letting his pretty head fall back against the plush pillows against the headboard. your palate grows to miss his taste, and you dive back into his mouth for a lingering kiss, drinking in his groans and cries as you rub the straining bulge in his boxers. you pull away to tug the material down his legs, your cunt swelling as his cock springs free.

"you're fit," alex says, his smile lopsided. "like, very fit."

you chuckle as you perch on top of him again, this time facing away from him as your hips hover over his face. you feel the warmth of his breath against you, and your core tightens again as your walls moisten further, mentally reminding yourself not to take a seat on his handsome face. you pull your hair back before wrapping your warm mouth around him, swirling your tongue around the head to lap up his pre-cum. you moan as you move further down, keeping your hand on the shaft and pumping as you pick up the pace, hollowing your cheeks as you suck.

alex hisses as you continue, his hands gripping your hips tightly before his tongue licks a long stripe up your cunt, holding it at your clit and wiggling his tongue wildly. you moan around him, and your mouth moves faster, his cock and your fist glistening with drool under the bright lights of the set. the cameraman flickers between you and alex as your mouths work to please the other, capturing your glazed eyes and foggy prop glasses one minute to switching to alex's tongue's dirty dance on your heat, often in your heat when you give his cock a good suck.

as his tongue bounces between sucking and thrusting, a familiar warmth pools in your belly. even with your back turned, you can see that alex is close too, his tongue work becoming sloppier and his hips stuttering into your dripping mouth. you let go of him with a pop, rigorously stroking him while pressing your hips down on his mouth, loudly moaning once the knot in your stomach is torn free. alex doesn't let up as he continues to taste you, bucking into your hand and shooting into your nimble knuckles, groaning against your core.

you lap at the juices on your knuckles before turning around, crawling between alex's trembling legs to lick him clean. he weakly pats your head as you make him as spotless as he once was, his rapid breaths returning to steady breathing. you lick away at what's left on his tummy before kissing him again, twisting and swirling your tongue, fully savoring the taste of both of you.

"and...cut!"

#mickey mail #and i’m awful at math i was not smart enough to come up with an equation where x=69!!!!#blurbs!#concepts!

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ariaslyi · 6 months

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TUTOR

Synopsis: Tutor!Draco is disappointed after you got a P (poor) in Potions even after months of him teaching you for hours.

TW/S: Fem!reader, crybaby!reader, choking kink, crying, dacryphilia, brat!reader, use of swear words, breeding kink, unprotected sex, and degradation. Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer and English is not my first language. Pardon me for any grammatical errors.

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You and Draco always meet up after dinner in the library. Professor Snape referred him to you as you were failing in Potions. It was obvious that the boy was smart, handsome-looking also. You couldn't quite focus on what he's teaching you as his good looks keeps stealing your attention. Which is the reason why you still failed Potions.

You and your friends were sat across Draco and his goons. You felt a paper on your palm and you took a look on what it is. You saw Draco's familiar writing, "Meet me in the library after dinner. Same spot. Do not be late."

You glanced at Draco and saw the look of disappointment on his face as he glanced at you, too. You got nervous, your friends noticed it. "Hey, you seem nervous, are you okay, bae?", Daphne asked you. You looked at her and slowly nodded your head, "U-uh yeah, I just lost my appetite".

You still felt Draco's stare at you. It made you feel excited. You can feel the wetness on your knickers. Draco stared at you as if he knows what is up.

Time slowly passed. People started getting up and going back to their respective common rooms. You wished you will be doing the same. You and Draco walked the opposite way from the others.

As the both of you arrived in the Library, Draco lead you both to the same spot you both have been studying. You were nervous. Draco can feel it. He walked closer to you and trapped you against the bookshelf and his body. His scent is the only thing you can smell. Mint, green apple, and pine.

Draco clicked his tounge and said, "I am so disappointed, even after months of me teaching you, you still failed". You felt Draco's fingers hold your chin and lift your head up. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you brat. You just wasted my time. I taught you, you still failed. Tell me, what is the reason that you failed. Is it because of me? Hm? Don't think that I can't feel you staring at me when we're meeting up. Do you want me?"

You felt shy under his burning gaze. Tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn't help but clump your thighs together. Draco noticed it and chuckled, "I knew it. What a naughty girl". His arms snaked around your waist and he made you straddle him as you both were now sat on a chair. He lifted you up on the table and spread your legs. He looked at you as if he's asking permission and you nodded. He continued what he was doing.

His soft kisses trailing up to your inner thighs, but he's avoiding the place where you wanted his lips the most, your pussy. He lightly lifted your hips and took off your panties. Your heart beat went fast as his face slowly reached your pussy. You couldn't help but let out a loud moan as his lips sucked your clit.

As much as you wanted to crumple your thighs around his head, his firm grip on your thighs prevented you from doing so.

Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your back arched as he inserted two fingers inside you. Your moans got louder as he curled his fingers. He thrusted his fingers in you faster and harder. Your body naturally tried to escape from his continues assault on your pussy as the pleasure gets too much that you can't function properly. He didn't like it. He slapped your right thigh and continued to lap up all your juices. "O-oh, Draco, I'm coming", you whined as the familiar pleasure build in.

He moved his head away but still continued to finger you, "Think you deserve to cum, hm?", he asked you and you shook your head. He slapped your thigh once again and said, "Use your words". You couldn't help but whimper, "N-no, Sir, I don't deserve to cum". Draco let out a hum and still continued to pleasure you.

As the pleasure gets too much, tears are now streaming down your face. You couldn't hold it anymore, in any moment now, you'll cum even if Draco says you can't. He noticed it and stop, you whimpered and looked up at him, crying. He started unbuckling his belt and took out his rock hard cock. He once again looked at you asking for permission, you then nodded.

As you felt his tip enter you, your pussy immediately clenched at the feeling. "Look at you, y‘pussy so tight ‘m having a hard time putting m‘cock all the way in", he groaned. He isn't even all the way in, yet you already felt pull. He was just too big, too thick. "Please, Sir. I can take it, I promise", your eyes begging for him to continue, tears streaming down your face. "Think you can take it, hm? Naughty girl, take it then", he said as he thrusted his cock all the way inside you.

The sound of his hips slamming against your own, fragile body makes you more aroused. His veiny hand found its way around your neck. Your pussy now clenching around his cock, both of your moans getting louder, and his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

"Ah, Sir, please let me cum. You feel so good, Sir", you whined. As you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, you can feel that he's about to cum too. His burning gaze upon you, "Cum with me, baby. Let me cum inside you", he groaned, his release nearing at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock. You moaned at what he said, "Y-yes, Sir, cum inside me, give it to me, Sir".

"Fuck, fuck, oh god I'm coming", you moaned. You nearly screamed as you felt that knot untangle, your head in a complete daze as you feel the pleasure come down. Draco soon came after you, releasing inside you. Both of you panting as if you both just ran in a marathon. He pulled out, his cum leaking from your pussy.

"If this is how we'll end up every tutoring, I think I'd get quite used to this", he said, winking.

A/N So, this was actually a Remus one-shot but it has come to my attention that few people read them and it might not gain any attention, just like what happened in The Neglected so I just decided to edit it out. If there's any trace of Remus left behind, do notify me, thank you for reading.

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Hey can you make a post about asteroid kiss in Capricorn and Virgo please? 🥰💕

Hi!

I made the post.

KISS IN CAPRICORN 💙

Your kiss is serious, deliberate, nostalgic, realistic, prolonged, controlled, cautious. Your first kiss could happen when you enter workforce, at your job or when you start a new job, when you change your career path, once you start earning your own living and income, in the public setting, in your parents’ house, at your grandparent’s home, during wintertime, on the New Years Eve. Your person could be emotionally more mature, older (even 10 years age gap) or younger, but most often with this one older. Your person is respected in the community, by peers, cares about their reputation, is successful and accomplished. Your person could be your co-worker or your boss, even a tutor, professor, a childhood, life-long friend, someone in the same profession/career as you. You will remember this kiss for 10 years or more. You like forehead kisses, hand kisses, eskimo kisses. You could have your first kiss later than your peers (on average, because you know no age it’s too late). It could be public knowledge that you kissed or with your kiss the connection was formalized, like you became an official couple, people KNEW you two are together. You could have a pause, a break during kissing. Beware that you could have dry lips or the person does before the kiss. You could feel cold when you kiss. Your kiss feels like it should have been broadcasted. You might tell your parents about your first kiss. You will remember the date of the first kiss. There is something in your kissing that you do, that is like a tradition of yours.

KISS IN VIRGO 💚

Your kiss clean, slow, light, calculating, present, methodical, step-by-step, cautious, pragmatic, realistic, everyday like, nervous, breathless. Your first kiss could happen at a grocery store, any sort of shop, at a friend’s house, at a library, at a doctor’s office or during doctor’s visit, at the gym, at the zoo, in transportation (on the bus, on the train), during Truth or dare game, on a game night or while playing board games, while traveling (more short-distance), on a field trip, in vocational college. Your person could be your schoolmate, co-worker, gym crush, someone from your study group, someone 2-3 years younger or older than you, someone who has the same vocation/job/profession as you or similar field. You could even start a business with this person. You are a fan of hand kisses. You could be “prepared” for a kiss beforehand, for example: you eat a mint, chewing gum, you brush your teeth. You could plan the kiss in advance. You could be really aware of the person’s breath. Each time you kiss someone you do it in a new manner, a new way, so it’s very inconsistent kissing style and people don’t know what to expect from you. You could also kiss in a away you just brush or barely touch their lips. You pay attention to the teeth of the person as well. And you absolutely dislike dry lips. You might kiss again immediately after the first try. You will study the person you kiss beforehand, or you will be very curious about them after your kiss together. You might grab their hands, fingers or sigh before or after the kiss. You might murmur your person’s name. You get kissed midst talking. You might write a journal entry about your first kiss. At some point you might just want to get over with this first kiss thing.

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iceplanetbarbarianwhore · 3 months

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Underworld Girl // Eddie Munson x OC

Synopsis:

The world is still ending, Hawkin’s is still split in half, and Eddie Munson is still a loser. He wants to run away from all the responsibility of The Upside Down and graduate on his fourth attempt at senior year when he meets Franchesca White. She’s his new English tutor who mysteriously reappeared after being missing for almost two years. His friends want him to investigate her disappearance, and he just wants to kiss her.

Warning: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Porn with Plot.

Chapter 1

Fog hovered above the ground, still and unmoving. The clouds were grey and the air was damp, and Eddie Munson awoke in a sweat.

He woke before his alarm, something that had become a habit only recently. His calloused hands reached up and rubbed his eyes.

“You up, boy?”

Wayne knocked on the door to his room, thundering with his strides and movements that only an old man could do before six in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah,” called out Eddie, only for his uncle to walk in.

Eddie felt that feeling, the one where it seemed as though a pile of stones were settling in his stomach. Wayne had just gotten home from his shift at the plant, and yet here he was, checking in on his nephew before school.

“You ready this year?”

Eddie sat up to look at his uncle properly. There were bags under Wayne’s eyes, his clothes were old and tattered, and yet, year after year, the man never seemed to let his voice go monotone. Despite it all, he held out hope.

“I gotta be,” was all Eddie said, but instead of false smiles and over enthused inflections, he sounded more sure this time. His jaw tightened.

Wayne nodded, his brows furrowed.

“There’s no shame, you know, throwin’ in the towel. I did it. I can even get you a job up at the plant if you want.”

Eddie shook his head. He knew that. He knew he wasn’t destined for greatness anyway.

“I promised her, you know?”

Wayne paused, nodded, and left the room.

Eddie got ready for school. He felt numb and robotic as he brushed his teeth and showered, barely tasting the mint of the toothpaste or smelling the rosemary shampoo.

And yet the day went on as it always did, no matter how many times he thought it wouldn’t. He stepped outside, shivered as he noticed the eerie weather, and got into his van as though it were 1985 all over again. As though it had never happened.

The fog shook him though. At every innocent glance he thought he saw floating spores, and his teeth grinded and his grip on the wheel tightened. It was a trick of the dark, he told himself.

Before he reached the school, he knew what to expect. Glares, whispers of murders and cults and demons. He knew that he wouldn’t be liked this year, more than ever before, and he was only sure that he had to get through it, rather than sure if he could.

Only, when he rounded in his van to park, a gang of familiar gawky teenagers stood proudly at the front entrance. They stood expectantly, grinning as he reversed in to a spot.

This was what got him through the summer. Hearing stories that matched his own, leaning on those who understood, and seeing these kids who had been through more than any other person he knew. He smiled to himself.

“Eddie! My man!”

Dustin reached him first, patting his back like an old man. Eddie couldn’t help but grin.

“How ya feeling about the new school year? Feeling it this time?”

His tone was jovial, but Eddie understood his intent. He knew he was worried.

“Hey, 22 and ready to graduate. Who said it’s ever too late?”

Dustin practically burst with joy. “That’s it! That’s our Eddie!”

Eddie looked around at the rest of the group.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve shrugged and half-smiled in that playboy way Eddie always hated.

“Making sure my kids get to school, ya know?”

It was hard to hate him sometimes when he said stuff like that.

Eddie saw the rest of the group, and felt Max’s absence, even now. Instead, a smaller, kinder face replaced hers. Mike’s long gangly arm hung off her shoulder and barely brushed against her short brown hair.

“You good, supergirl?”

He never exactly clicked with her the way he would have wanted to before the upside down. It felt weird, giving into the wants of learning about someone’s superpowers when they were the exact reason everything happened in the first place. He somehow felt like it was a touchy subject, or that he was the only one that thought that it should be.

Her name, too, he soon realised. Eleven, Elle, or Jane? He felt like even Mike didn’t know. So, Supergirl worked.

“Yes,” she said clearly, properly. “I am good.”

Eddie nodded, mentally putting another little nerd on the roster of people to protect. That girl’s vernacular was going to have every mean girl in a one mile radius on her ass like hot snot.

“Alright, you kids head inside, I wanna talk to Eddie for a bit.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Steve as everyone groaned.

“Don’t care, grown man business. Get going.”

They all huffed inside, with the occasional ‘yes, mom,’ that made Steve roll his eyes.

“So,” began Eddie.

“So,” Steve repeated.

“What grown business we talking here, Stevie? Coz I don’t sell anymore, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Steve rolled his eyes again. “I don’t want your drugs, Munson.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh, you’re looking for something else? Well I don’t usually swing that way, but I could make an exception. Sugar costs more than coke though, I gotta tell ya.”

“Oh shut it, Munson. I’m trying to be serious.”

Eddie let him continue.

“Just, take care of those guys, alright? And if anyone gives you trouble, which they will, call me.”

“Call you?”

“Call me.”

Eddie laughed. “No offense, Harrington, I really don’t wanna see you get your ass beat by high schoolers.”

“Hey, that was like, one time, and I was in high school at the time too, you know.”

Eddie gave him a condescending look. Steve sighed.

“Alright, or Nancy. Give Nancy a call.”

Eddie nodded. “Now that makes more sense.”

Steve often went red in the face talking to Eddie, and that conversation was no exception. He felt like he was about to burst out of his skin and combust into nothing but blood and skin. He couldn’t dance around a conversation the way he knew how, the way men were supposed to. He had to be clear and direct. It made him uncomfortable.

“I just don’t want you only relying on the kids. Not that I think you would, not on purpose, I just want them to be high schoolers, you know? We can deal with the other stuff.”

That made Eddie uncomfortable. He didn’t know when being dragged into a mythical underworld over the age of 18 suddenly made him responsible for armageddon and all the emotional turmoil that came with it, but somehow it did.

He had a responsibility now, more than the kids did. All he wanted to do was run away and never see Hawkins again.

“Hopper and I measured the gap again,” said Steve.

“Oh?” was Eddie’s only response. This conversation made him feel sick.

The gap was what they were calling the gaping split through Hawkins which leads to the upside down. The news had called it a ‘scientific mystery which needs further study,’ but so far only corrupt upside down scientists protected by the CSI had gotten their hands on it. Hopper had gotten special permission to look at it too, and Eddie always wondered what kind of hold he had over those people.

“It hasn’t gotten any bigger in the last month, which makes me feel great, but Hopper’s worried. It’s making him think there’s other plans in the work.”

“Plans better than just splitting the world in half? I can’t think of any,” said Eddie, nauseous.

Steve nodded. “That’s the worry.”

They stood in silence for a moment.

“So if you see anything-”

“I did, I think anyway, today.”

Steve looked at him expectantly.

Eddie rushed his words, feeling sweaty and panicked.

“Spores, especially with the fogs, and the weather. I think I keep seeing them but I don’t know - it could be-”

Steve’s shoulders settled down and awkwardly placed his hand on Eddie’s leather-clad shoulder.

“I know, it could be in your head. I know that feeling.”

Eddie nodded.

“Well, thanks for letting me know. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

The bell rang.

“You better get to class, Munson.”

“Oh fuck,” was the only response Steve got as Eddie rushed towards the entrance.

“And Eddie?” Steve called out.

Eddie whipped around, narrowly avoiding his long curls from becoming a mid-morning snack.

“Graduate, okay?”

Eddie grinned and saluted. “You got it, boss.”

Inside, he felt as though his brain was melting, and maths probably wouldn’t make it any better.

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