#I feel like this just exposes how much of a loser i am but whatever

[27-royal-teas]

play like a ‘big shot talent’ for the wip asks if you haven’t answered it already!

ok so this was kind of the first iteration of the tennis fic. because alright context i work teaching kids tennis lessons in the spring, summer, and fall, and basically i know a lot about tennis despite having no real interest or passion for it, so i was like ‘since pete plays tennis i should make him play the us open. lol’. so in the fic i stuck a bunch of people from bandom in the US open and pete’s on the older side of the players but he’s still pretty godly and patrick’s, like, the next john mcenroe (that is to say, he definitely plays Very Angrily but also Very Well). anyway pete and patrick become friends and andy is petes trainer and joe is patrick’s trainer and it’s kind of lame honestly but it was sort of a way for me to cope with the fact that the rest of my summers throughout my teenage career will be spent teaching children how to hit a ball around. anyway!! here is an excerpt:

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Pete’s opponent was tall-- well, taller than Pete, but that wasn’t anything unusual, because practically everyone was taller than Pete. He had black hair and brown eyes and he was pale-skinned and probably too rich to have earned his way into playing the US Open, and Pete was going to utterly eviscerate him. Politely, of course. Tennis was, of course, the gentleman’s sport. 

“Brendon Urie,” Andy had said to him last night, when Pete was preparing for the match. “Nineteen years old. He’s pretty light, has a good body awareness, but his main strength is his serve. He’s got a killer serve, which is the main thing you’re going to have to look out for. He hits a sharp serve to your backhand corner, which is bad, because your backhand kind of sucks. Also, he’s younger and hotter than you, so he’s got a better chance of getting sponsorship deals. You gotta up your game, man.” 

“Rude,” Pete had said from where he was eating an apple on the couch. Andy fast-forwarded Brendon’s video fifteen seconds ahead, and the two of them watched as mini-Brendon hit a lob clean down the line. “Look, Andy, it’s the early rounds, I probably don’t have to stress too much.” 

“Say that to the pilot on the flight home,” Andy griped, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure she’d love to hear it.” 

Look, Brendon might be a good player, but then again, so was Pete. He wasn’t playing at the US Open for nothing. He had earned his place, and he was here to win. Normally he wouldn’t be as confident as he was now, but Pete had long ago learned that dwelling on the stress often got a guy nowhere. 

And it was good, because Brendon and Pete were at a 5-5 tie, 45 all-- match point. For that matter, game point. In the present, Pete narrowed his eyes. If Brendon got this point, Pete wouldn’t be moving up at all. He’d be gone in the first four rounds of the Open. Embarrassing. He wasn’t going to let himself get beat by some nineteen year old with a god complex. From the other side of the net, Brendon grinned at him, showing pearly white dental work. He looked like a wolf. 

“Your serve, Urie,” Pete called over, because it was, and Brendon seemingly grinned wider. He was full of too much confidence, but Pete could see even from afar that his forehead was beaded with sweat. Tennis was as much a mental game as a physical one, and the ongoing tie didn’t make Pete feel too great, either. 

“Forty-five all,” Brendon called out for the chair umpire’s benefit, and prepped his full serve, bending low to scoop the ball up and hit it with full force into Pete’s return box. 

Brendon’s serves were the most formidable thing, but after that, he was relatively tame. Pete returned the ball forcefully cross-court, but it wasn’t far enough back, so Brendon was able to return it with no huge issue. Dammit. Pete had been hoping that would take him out for good, but clearly not, because Brendon just turned his face into a grimace of concentration and hit it back to Pete’s court with enough force to cause permanent damage to Pete’s facial structure. Pete blocked it, feeling the vibrations from his racket run down his wrist, and the ball bounced short-court. 

They continued on like that for what felt like forever, lobbying the ball back and forth. It was clear Brendon was getting tired. Pete hoped to tire him out for good. Maybe…

The ball came back to him. Pete hit it as hard as he could, nearly spinning with the force of his follow through, and the ball touched the left doubles line, just out of Brendon’s reach. 

“And that’s the set,” the chair umpire called to them. 

And that was the game. Pete let his racket fall to his side, breathing a sigh of relief-- he wouldn’t have to go home just yet. Andy would be thrilled. He trudged to the net, feeling an inhuman sense of exhaustion. Brendon was already waiting for him there, hand outstretched. He looked disappointed. Pete shook his hand. It was sweaty. Brendon said, “Great playing, man. You’re a really good player.” He still looked disappointed, which was understandable, but not too visibly upset about his loss, which Pete respected. 

“Thanks,” he said, and smiled, and Brendon smiled back with a grin that didn’t quite match his eyes and let go of his hand. But hey, he hadn’t thrown his racket at Pete or anything, so Pete counted it a win. 

“Brendon’s a good player,” Pete told the interviewer when she came up to talk to him a moment later. “He’s fun to play against, and his serve is insane. But I am also a good player.” 

“Thoughts on the other players you’re up against?” The interviewer asked. 

Pete shrugged. “I’ll beat them. Or, I’ll try. Like I said. They’re good, but so am I. I know I’ve got the determination to.” 

“You’re not worried, or anything?”

Pete looked at her blankly. “Should I be?” 

The interviewer considered. “There’s some very formidable competition on the roster, is all. Rafael Nadal. Novak Djokovic. Daniil Medvedev. Among others. You’re on the older side of our players.” 

“I’m excited to play them,” Pete told her. “It’ll be a great challenge.” 

She looked at him, either impressed or surprised by his audacity, and then said, “Pete Wentz, everyone,” and then he was off air. 

“Nice job,” Andy said when Pete got into the locker room to change. “I’m surprised.”

Pete scowled at him. “Seriously? I’m a good player. Why are you surprised when I win?” 

“Because not only are you a good player, you’re also a cocky little shit,” Andy said, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. He was right, but it still stung. 

“Hey,” Pete said, weakly, because he WAS a cocky little shit and didn’t really have a defense against that. “I still won, didn’t I?” 

“We’ll see who you’re up against tomorrow,” Andy sniffed, and then said, “Also, Wentz-- put on some deodorant. You smell like hell.” 

“That was a fucking breeze, Andy,” Pete told him, pulling on a clean shirt. “A fucking breeze. I obliterated Urie, and I’ll cut down the others, too. Don’t worry. I got this.” 

“I am so glad you have confidence in yourself, because sometimes I don’t,” Andy muttered. 

“Good talk, Andy, I’ll see you in the car,” Pete said, and left the locker room. 

#I feel like this just exposes how much of a loser i am but whatever #toby speaks #Toby’s asks #fic stuff

[morhido]

I've been lost in the owl house sauce for about three years and as a result i've mentally compiled a list of the characters' speech patterns and body language. Then i realised i should probably do something with that information and decided to jot it all down :>>

This is just gonna be the hexsquad for now since my lists for other characters are fairly sparse but additions/requests are welcome! Mayhaps i'll add to it in the future sjdkshskj

(The 'other' category is for general quirks, or things that just didn't fit the other categories)

LUZ:

• Happy/excited: stamps feet with high knees, squeaks/makes high pitched sounds, makes fists and brings them to her chest/face

• Sad: will initially deny if she's upset, whether she fesses up is up to circumstance. Lowers her head, can become unresponsive, becomes tired, voice will generally remain quiet and flat even if something cheers her up, empathetic crier

• Stressed/overwhelmed: repeats phrases over ("no no no, you're belos, you're just belos!"), falls to her knees or puts on hood when overwhelmed, acts overly casual to compensate for her panicking ("yikes, my dude"), protective of others when in physical danger (usually holds amity's head). More comedically, can often make unnecessary/dramatic gestures (e.g. spinning, cartwheeling, flopping to the floor) when stressed

• Angry: gets louder, sometimes unwilling to hear the other person out, becomes very physical, loses volume control (often to her own detriment), sticks her elbows out to look more intimidating. More comedically, will sometimes make animal noises/gestures (e.g. hissing and clawing)

• Other: often prematurely assumes that people will react poorly to her ("she's gonna embarrass herself, i can't watch!" / "if amity sees this, she'll think i'm such a loser!" / "what if the palisman doesn't like me?"), can accidentally be inconsiderate of other people in favour of her impulse, resorts to violence quickly and generally doesn't try to make peace with adults, very easily becomes rambly with strong emotion and can repeat words and phrases, can become loud and panicky during combat if her goal is self-preservation but becomes much more focused if fighting with/protecting other people

WILLOW:

• Happy/excited: becomes very active and touchy, very straightforward, taps toes, will be oblivious if others are intimidated by her, voice pitches up when excited

• Sad: draws herself in, becomes quiet, looks down/closes her eyes, isolates herself, can become less responsive, talks to herself

• Stressed/overwhelmed: loses control of magic, covers hair, voice pitches up when extremely nervous, very rarely acts on impulse even when scared, high-pitched squeaks/screams when startled

• Angry: vines grow from the ground beneath her, shows vocal disdain for whatever is upsetting her, can become very sardonic ("you want me to give up? You want me to admit how stressed i am?"), can go from high and stern when upset ("you just met them, give them a chance!") to low and loud when fully angry ("what advice could you POSSIBLY give me??")

• Other: denial is default coping mechanism, very often does the gag of pretending to be intimidating and then doing something sweet/cute, will be oblivious to the other person's fear when this happens, love language is physical touch, makes her feelings known unless she's specifically not trying to upset people, can speak pretty formally ("enchanting!", "how dare you?"), talks to herself in second person when hyping herself up, takes offensive role in combat

AMITY:

• Happy/excited: voice can get louder, smiles with teeth when extremely excited, becomes more impulsive with what she says and does

• Sad: raises voice when trying to make a point, voice cracks, becomes quieter with remorse, remains very quiet and calm when comforting/confiding in someone else

• Stressed/overwhelmed: s1 amity would get extremely defensive if any vulnerability was exposed ("help? All you're doing is prying into your friends' lives!"), rambles when flustered, holds hem of skirt when she's nervous/doesn't know what to do, also generally moves hands a lot when nervous, attempts to leave situations that are upsetting her, high-pitched screams when startled (does this less throughout the series as she becomes more on-guard and impulsive)

• Angry: often gets louder and more animated (e.g. her trying to break out of the dome in clouds on the horizon), face turns red, pushes away the source of her anger, doesn't usually stay angry for long, moves her body forward (e.g. pointing, gesturing, or actually stepping forwards), will often stick her arms straight at her sides

• Other: generally uncomfortable leaving her comfort zone but extremely confident in fields that she already excels in, extremely accepting of change in other people, arguably the second most impulsive of the hexsquad (especially regarding luz's safety) and uses fire to solve a lot of her problems, will take control of a situation when she knows she's in the right ("you're gonna listen to me for once"), usually very perceptive to others' emotions

GUS:

• Happy/excited: draws fists up to face, big gestures (especially with hands/arms)

• Sad: self-blames/depricates ("yeah. It's all my fault"), curls up with his arms and head on his knees, usually very vocal about being upset with something, "you've done it again, augustus" (in the context of being tricked by someone), can remain in this state for a long time, draws in on himself but doesn't push other people away

• Stressed/overwhelmed: loses control of magic (finds it difficult to discern reality from illusions), often hides behind willow when scared, laughs/smiles nervously when anxious or flustered, can get tunnel vision on the thing that's upsetting him

• Angry: stays level-headed and doesn't often raise his voice, speech becomes more emphatic, can become snarkier ("hey belos, remember me?"), remains distant from the subject of his anger, usually stays in a stance

• Other: very eager to prove himself whenever he has the opportunity (love language is acts of service), most willing to resort to violence ("nobody's dying" "not with that attitude", usually in a joking manner), most annoyed by his friends' shenanigans but always willing to tag along, makes big gestures (especially when emphasising something), sometimes repeats phrases when feeling strong emotions ("gus? Nickname? HUMAN nickname?? GUS???" / "wait × 6, is this really what you wanna be doing with your life?")

HUNTER:

• Happy/excited: extremely animated with his hands, voice gets louder, becomes very confident. Is very playful and arrogant when in golden guard mode and will usually try to show off or start relying on empty threats

• Sad: voice goes quiet and airy, voice cracks, can become raspier

• Stressed/overwhelmed: doesn't like to be touched when upset, is overwhelmed by affection and will often start crying, goes silent and dissociates when processing upsetting information, voice cracks, becomes extremely snappy and irritable from long-term stress, freezes under pressure, draws in on himself when panicking, goes silent when flustered

• Angry: becomes grumpy when things don't go his way, is extremely animated and expressive when actually angry, can become sardonic, raises voice, makes small movements (e.g. shaking leg or pacing small area). As golden guard, would try to physically intimidate the other person (e.g. looming over or walking towards them)

• Other: doesn't tend to self-blame and will either pass the fault onto someone else ("you got us trapped in the emperor's mind!"), or acknowledge when someone else was in the wrong ("you were tricked. That's what belos does, he tricks people"). Almost never initiates combat and plays a more defensive role, extremely theatrical/expressive and talkative (will have to actively restrain himself to not talk about something), squeaks a lot

#i had one of these posts for an old fandom i was in and it was uber helpful for writing their dialogue #so hopefully this can help someone else :>> #toh #the owl house #toh luz #luz noceda #toh willow #willow park #toh amity #amity blight #toh gus #gus porter #toh hunter #hunter noceda #hunter deamonne #gekkering

[theneighborhoodwatch]

interesting that sally is the one that brought eddie to the party and brought frank over to him

y'know, i was gonna answer this with a "yeah, so?" but... that fact, in combination with the fact that she became a bit of a person of interest herself in the october 13th update (albeit not to the same extent as eddie was in this update) in combination with this oddly symbolic shot from the commercial reel/holiday special:

is really making me wonder. i know back then i said that i didn't think that sally's story had much truth to it, and that at best, she was just accidentally correct about some future plot point on a more metaphorical level - but now i wonder if "sally's story is an embellished version of something she actually did experience that she's telling to sound less suspicious" carries more weight than i originally thought. y'know, like, a covert attempt to explain the unexplainable, even if only to herself. a monster, after all, is a physical thing that you can kill if need be. whatever eddie (and following this train of thought, sally) saw... not so much.

maybe... and i have no evidence for this, but maybe part of sally's animosity towards eddie is like, some subconscious resentment over the fact that for whatever reason, she doesn't feel safe to entrust anyone with the truth of what she actually saw (and furthermore, the truth that she doesn't know what she actually saw - god forbid the perfectionist be less then perfect!) like "ahhh look at this loser, i bet he wouldn't even be half as good as i am at keeping on the down low if he saw even a fraction of what i saw. no class! no tact whatsoever! why, he'd break down at the first sign of true adversity, with how accustomed to mundane labor he is!" the tragedy there is, of course, that sally does not deserve to be in a position where she feels like she has to hide something like this from her neighbors to begin with, but she doesn't have the emotional self-awareness to realize this. does that mean she led eddie to the homewarming party with the intention of exposing him to the horrors? ...it's possible, but i can't see that being compatible with this specific theory, so i'm going to set it aside for an alternate reading for someone else to come up with. either way, her approaching eddie with frank and then leaving right before eddie snaps back to reality (or rather, the layer of reality he's most accustomed to) does feel very deliberate in this reading. so many questions...

of course, to reiterate, that's all purely hypothetical. her feelings towards eddie could stem from something totally different and the screenshot above could just as easily be a visual representation of her big honkin' ego. but, like, once upon a time i thought the letters that made up the YXWVOE code were nothing, so. you never know!

#welcome home #wh speculation #sally starlet #eddie dear #anonymous #ask

[honeylations]

Can you write Kazuha x fem reader?

OFCCC <3

Love me some Kazuhabs too :p

NAKAMURA KAZUHA x FEM!READER

Prompt: Kazuha is currently on tour in Japan, meaning you were alone in Seoul, only being able to communicate on FaceTime. That doesn’t stop you from showing your girlfriend just how much you missed her ;)

Warnings/Notes: phone sex, voyeurism(?), pillow humping, mutual masturbation, g!p Kazuha, dirty talk

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“I miss you” You muttered, left side of your face squished into your mattress as you held your phone up.

Kazuha pouted at your cute self and took a few screenshots, reminding herself to make it her lock screen later. Her and the other Le Sseragirls were on tour at the moment in Japan which left you lonely in Korea. She offered to buy you a ticket but it was bad timing, considering you had many uni assessments happening at the same time.

And plus, Sakura screamed at you and Kazuha saying that studying is more important and you didn’t have the balls to disagree.

“Miss you too, baby” She giggled at your moping state.

“Is that Y/n-HI Y/N!!! WISH YOU WERE HERE!!” Yunjin screamed from Korean to English, peeking over to the point that you could only see her nostrils.

Kazuha clicked her tongue and pushed her head away.

“That’s not nice, Zuha! Tell her off, Y/n!!” Yunjin whined like a child.

“Zuha, be nice to your members please” You chuckled.

“I am nice! Just not to this loser” She side eyed the American.

“Whatever. Anyways, the rest of us are heading off to a grocery store and Miss Lame-akura Lamezuha here doesn’t wanna tag along”

“You know what’s lame? Your attempt of making a joke” the younger Japanese girl fired.

Yunjin dramatically gasped. “Asshole. Bye Y/n!! Talk to you later!”

“Bye Yunjin, have fun!”

Within a few seconds you heard the door close, meaning you and your girlfriend finally had some alone time. You didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that your hornymeter was shooting to the sky but you assumed she was too tired, considering she’s been practicing her ass off.

“Did you eat dinner yet, babe?” Kazuha asked softly, moving around to fix her bed sheet which caused her to lower the phone to where her shirtless self was exposed.

She was wearing her Calvin Klein bra and plaid pyjama pants that got your breath stopping. Her abs were in view and flexing when she did little movement.

Oh how you missed touching them, kissing them…riding them.

You felt yourself get wetter, secretly rubbing your thighs together to ease some steam but a better idea formed into mind. Kazuha finally settled and looked at you on the phone. “Babe? Hello?”

You groaned into your mattress. “Kazuha baby, I’m really horny. Like super horny”

Her eyes widened a little bit before she relaxed. “I wish I was there to help you”

“You still can” You smirked.

Your girlfriend tilted her head, mirroring your smirk. You already knew that she knew your plan. “You’re so bad, fuck” She muttered into her palm.

Taking that as approval, you removed all your clothes and angled the phone to show Kazuha the pillow in between your legs. You then made the phone stand on the bedside table which gave your girlfriend a better view on your bare body.

“Mmm Zuha baby” You whined while starting to rock your hips back and forth, feeling the softness brush against your aching folds.

“God fucking damn it” You heard Zuha hiss.

Your hips moved faster as you groped your breasts, twisting the hardened nipples harshly. “Daddy~ Want your hard cock inside me”

On the phone you could see Kazuha jerking her 8 inch at an even pace, the wet noises filling the room and you could feel yourself get impossibly hornier. She had her lower lip tugged between her teeth and she released deep voiced grunts. “Fuck, ride it like you do with my cock”

“Yes yes~” You moaned, letting Zuha see your red face and the drool sliding down your chin as you focused on her stroking her delicious dick that was leaking with precum.

You quickly reached over to grab your dildo from the drawer and placed it on the bed, your back now facing the camera, letting Zuha see your cherry blossom back tattoo. “Wish this was your cock, baby”

“So naughty, princess” Kazuha chuckled in a tone that got your back shivering.

You remembered that her members could return anytime soon so you held the fake cock as you slowly sat onto it, releasing a long moan when you felt it stretch your insides. Unfortunately not as much as your girlfriend does.

“Kazuha~”

“Need to cum quick, princess. Come on” Kazuha panted, holding back with all her strength.

“Already needing to cum, daddy? You love this pussy so much?”

“I do, fuck, I do!” She lightly squeezed her desperate cock.

Supporting your balance by holding onto the mattress, you started to fuck yourself into the cock. Your girlfriend got a good view of the dildo disappearing into your tight cunt continuously, your beautiful moans were music to her ears. “Want to fill you up so bad, princess. Fuck you pregnant”

“O-Oh Zuha!” You yelped, her words having a huge effect on you.

“That’s right, baby. Keep fucking your self like a slut. Can’t survive a day without my cock up your cunt” She hissed, bucking her hips to match pace.

You looked into her eyes with a lewd expression, your thrusts starting to become sloppy. “C-Cumming, daddy! Gonna cum all for you”

“Go on, baby. Cum” She bit her lip harder once she saw your legs shake with you crying uncontrollably from the intense pleasure.

Trying to recover, you looked back at your girlfriend and saw her head thrown back, still stroking her cock as she shots many strings of cum all over her hand and stomach. “Fuck fuck fuck! Y/n~”

You slowly pulled the dildo out of yourself, facing the phone with a smile. Your girlfriend looked at you, her eyes droopy. “I came so much, holy shit” You heard her chuckle.

“Let’s clean up, babe. The girls will come back” You warned, blowing her a quick kiss before hopping off the bed (trying to stand with your wobbly legs) to change the sheets and your clothes.

Kazuha was quick to do the same, unable to bear the embarrassment of her members walking in to see her naked, covered in her own load.

You both settled after a nice 5-10 minutes as if you two didn’t just fuck through the phone but it didn’t bother you nor Kazuha one bit. You were in the middle of telling Kazuha about your stressful exams when 4 loud girls barged through the door.

“HONEY WE’RE HOME!” Yunjin sang.

Chaewon and Eunchae were waving bags of snacks for you to see.

“Don’t call me honey” Kazuha said with a glare.

“Oh please, I was talking to Y/n. I’m not interested in you like that” The American fired, rolling her eyes.

“Not interested in you either, look at the state of you” Kazuha made a stank face before turning her eyes back to you. “Hi baby”

You giggled. “Hi”

A/N: please tell me y’all get the Derry Girls reference😭😭

#nakamura Kazuha x reader #Kazuha smut #nakamura Kazuha smut #gxg #wlw #Le sserafim #Le sserafim smut

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Boys of Summer - Part VIII

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days of enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime. 

Word count: 8.7k

A/N:  This is by far my favorite Josh chapter. I love him so much, you guys. You don’t even know. Thanks to all my lovely babies for sticking with me through this project! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this new update ❤️

Always a shoutout to Allie (@allieboop) for being a wonderful support through this project. 

Feedback is always welcome. I love talking about this series! 

Warnings:  cursing, there is a moment of predatory behavior by an OC character - so definitely a warning about that, lots of Josh fluff, sexually explicit content/18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving)

Boys of Summer Playlist

The clacking of plastic handles hitting pucks on air-hockey tables, the whirring, and pinging, children cheering and booing at claw machines, and the sounds of explosions and shooting blaring from rows of arcade games filled your ears inside the Playland.

“I could have totally beaten you,” you scoffed over your shoulder, ripping the row of tickets the game had spit out and started walking into the sea of people with Josh in tow. 

He caught up quickly, hooking your elbow to spin you into him, “That sounds exactly like something a sore loser would say.”

His loose, unkempt curls peeked out from the brim of his baseball cap, framing his face in fluffy tendrils. You felt the soft fabric of his t-shirt beneath your palm, one that he had laundered probably a million times. He had taken it upon himself to cut away the sleeves of it as well, exposing the entirety of his tanned, lean arms. You traced over the small white screen-printed marlin on the left breast with your fingertips. Leaning closer, just inches shy of a kiss, you muttered so faintly that he could feel your breath against his lips, “I still swear by the fact you cheated.”

He threw his head back and cackled, holding his hand over yours, right over his heart, “At Skee-ball? Oh, Greenie. You just haven’t gotten used to being in the presence of a high-score ranking Skee-ball champion.”

You belted out a laugh of your own, rolling your eyes. “A champion? Oh my! Should I get down on my knees and grovel at your feet?” you quipped back sarcastically, throwing a playful shove into his bare arm.

Teenagers, over-sugared children, and their exhausted parents bumped their way around you, but he kept you close in his hold.

A shit-eating grin spread across his mouth, beaming that perfect smile of his at you. The tip of his tongue slipped across his top row of teeth, and he giggled, “As a matter of fact, that might not be a bad idea. It could be a good look for you.”

The lewd image flashed in your mind, making a wave of heat roll from your chest to your cheeks. 

You shoved his chest lightly and gasped, “Josh!” Which only made his giggles louder, and you pulled away from his hands. After a few steps, you half-turned, peering over your shoulder, “It’s our first date and you haven’t even bought me dinner yet.”

He walked up behind you, hands on your hips with a tone to his voice that pushed the limits of just being cheeky, “How am I supposed to be good if you keep teasing me like this?”

“Josh,” you whined, but admittedly leaning into the little love bites left on your cheek as his arms slipped around your waist. With a little more sternness when you became aware of your surroundings, you scolded, “There are kids here.”

He hummed, not giving too much of a concern, but obliging with a tender kiss to your temple, “Mmmm, I guess we will have to pick up on this later then.”

You dug around the plastic cup you were carrying, searching through the paper tickets that had been shoved inside for any remaining tokens. You huffed with faint disappointment, “I think those were the last tokens.”

“Do you want to see how many tickets we have? I think the counter is over there.”

Josh took the lead, pulling you by your hand towards the back section of the Playland Arcade. You helped Josh flatten out the crumpled tickets as he handed them to the teenage boy working the counter.  

You looked around at the items on display, huffing a dry laugh, “I’m pretty sure we don’t have enough to get anything but stickers and expired gum.”

“Are you saying you don’t want some sweet crab stickers?” He giggled, pointing to the glass display case in front of both of you, gesturing at the selection of stickers. The one that caught his eye had a cartoon crab with “Don’t talk to Me I’m Crabby” in bold font above it.

“How could I resist?” You let the sarcasm dripping from each word, tossing a light jab of your elbow. 

He looked through the glass, and you smiled seeing that little glint in his eye with almost child-like wonder as he scanned over all the prizes. You admired his ability to live in the moment, being so carefree. 

“Maybe we should get one for Jake,” he mumbled under his breath, fighting the smile trying to show on his face. 

“Josh!”

He straightened, responding defensively with his hands raised, “What?!”

You had considered yourself lucky to not have thought about Jake today. Josh had successfully pushed him away from your conscious mind with how easily he swept you off your feet. Everything was lighter, fun, and even adventurous when you were with him. But that feeling suddenly vanished with Josh mentioning him, sending a pang of guilt like an arrow shot right through your heart. For a second, you wondered what he was doing, even flipping through your mind trying to remember his schedule to know if he was at work. At one point tonight you almost asked if Josh had spoken to him since the argument you had. 

It worried you that you might not ever be able to make amends with him, that things would be this fragmented for the foreseeable future. It was you that had taken the risk of getting involved with coworkers, and you were kicking yourself for the web that had gotten everyone stuck in.

Before the pimple-stricken teen could finish his count, you suggested with a slight annoyance to your tone, “Just give the tickets to a kid and let’s get out of here. I’m starving.”

He whipped his neck at your sudden departure, calling out to you, “Where are you going?”

You spun around on your heels, flashing him a teasing wink, “Waiting for you outside, Mr. Skee-Ball champion.” 

You didn’t wait for him or even look back as you weaved through the groups of people. Almost near the exit, you found yourself distracted amongst the group hanging around a certain claw machine. You opted to stand farther back, silently cheering for the young boy trying to win himself a prize with the help of his father. 

You had lost track of time watching the young boy play round after round. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you turned to see Josh behind you once again. He stood before you with his hand hidden behind his back while biting back a smile between his teeth.

“What is that?” You decided to play along, asking with a coy smile while you gestured with your index finger.

He wiggled his brow as he released the grin, and slowly pulled his hand around, offering an obnoxiously bright bubblegum-pink-colored shark plush to you. One that you immediately recognized from it being hung up high on the shelves of the ticket counter. 

A smirk started to pull at your lips, and you took the stuffed animal in your open hands. “How did you get that?”

He shrugged, still donning a crooked half-smile. “That would ruin the fun.” 

You rolled your eyes at him before examining it, turning over and feeling the soft, dense fibers brushing against your fingertips. He watched you, admiring the awe you felt at what would be an insignificant gift to most. It was small, but it would be something for you to remember this exact moment with him. This night was the first one with him designated for fun - to enjoy yourself without having to worry about any of the other things weighing heavily on your mind. 

Jake.

As you felt the fuzzy neon shark in your hands, the memory of being on the front steps of his porch yesterday flashed again. His promise - something mumbled in a lustful breath. As trivial as it may have been at the time, he kept it. Just to see that beautiful smile of yours again. 

You peered up at him, letting that bubbly, fluttery feeling take over, “I could so kiss you right now.”

He shrugged, beaming that smile of his at you, “No one is stopping you-“

Before he was able to get another word out, you pushed him into the side of the arcade game that you were wedged between. Grabbing his face between your hands, you pulled yourself up to him to litter his face with a barrage of kisses. He erupted into a fit of giggles as soon as you pressed your lips to his sunburnt cheeks and nose. You thought he should have winced in pain from the contact, but he welcomed you with open arms. In fact, he was holding onto your wrists as your hands held his face to keep you closer for even a second longer. 

You didn’t care that others could see you giving this much affection to him publicly. Any embarrassment you might have felt was brushed off and ignored all for this. To feel his full lips catch yours in the quick, showering of gentle kisses. Some of them were placed to the corner of his mouth, some to his dimple, some back up to the apples of his cheeks. 

The stuffed shark stayed nestled between you as he guided your mouth to his, locking you in for a deeper kiss, one that lingered for more than a split second. He tasted like that tart, syrupy-sweet pink lemonade he bought at one of the many drink stands lining the boardwalk when you first arrived. 

The comforting hints of sunscreen he had remembered to apply on his face drifted into your nose as you breathed him in. The faint scent of sweat from the summer sun kissing his neck graced you, and you wished for nothing more than to be anywhere else with him but here. 

He was the one to pull away, albeit reluctantly, to mumble, “Let’s get some food.”

𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍 𑁍

He led you by the hand out of the arcade, and onto the busy boardwalk. His fingers locked between yours in a gentle grasp, rubbing over the skin with a caressing thumb as you strolled along. 

Bright incandescent bulbs bordering massive signs and the striped awnings of storefronts flashed overhead. The flickering yellow-tinged lights illuminated the wooden board path along the beachfront. Kids of all ages ran in from the ocean, soaking wet with globs of sand plastered to their legs up to the shins as they skittered across the boardwalk. You passed along neverending rows of t-shirt and gift shop stores, many ice cream and popcorn stands, a group of men playing on homemade bongos, a sand sculptor elbow deep in his work, and at least a half a dozen caricature artists. 

It was a place made for memories. The pure, undying sense of nostalgia whipping through the winds, carrying the delightful smells and sounds of this place into your soul. You cherished it, grateful that you were here experiencing it with Josh. 

“You wanna see Labyrinth with me this weekend? I heard it was really good,” Josh asked after a few minutes of walking along the mile-long stretch in silence. 

You chuckled at the offer, turning your head toward him, “You’re already locking me down for a second date?”

Josh pushed out a weak scoff through his lips, meeting your eyes, “Locking you down?” A breath of laughter escaped, but you could tell there was something deeper layered in the sound, “Nah, just hoping that I don’t bomb this one before the night is over.”

You squeezed your hand around his, giving him another signal of reassurance, but you kept the energy as light as it’s been all night, “I think if you buy me an ice cream cone, I might consider it.”

He pulled his brows together, but the serious look failed to meet his mouth, “That’s a pretty bold request of you, Greenie.”

“With sprinkles,” you demanded.

He threw the hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours over his heart, feigning shock with an exaggerated gasp, “I might dare to say you are quite the gold-digger, young lady.”

You tipped your chin in the air, painting a smug expression onto your features, “At least you’re aware of my intentions.”

“I thought the shark would have gotten me a second date, but I see how it is,” he mumbled before yanking at your arm with a bound in his step, pulling you along, “Come on, there’s a Dumser’s a block from here.”

He led the way just as before, almost dragging you along in your poor excuse at a protest. Standing in the long line, he draped his arm around your middle, holding you close to him as he rambled on about the movie he wanted to take you to. 

Something about David Bowie was all you could make out amongst the chatter of the people around you. You leaned into him to nuzzle up against his shoulder, holding the stuffed shark under your arm and wrapping the other around his back to rest a hand on his hip. Things felt right, so natural and effortless with him.

Yet something was chewing away in the back of your head, like a field mouse gnawing its way through a pantry during the brutal winter months. 

What would Jake’s arm feel like wrapped around you instead?

The internal question made your stomach turn and twist in anguish. That heavy feeling of guilt returned, and you backed away into the depths of your mind, drifting as the intrusive thoughts clouded your judgment.

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed as you staggered forward in the line.

“Hello? Anybody home? McFly?!” Josh’s raised voice catapulted you to the present, making you instantly refocus on his hand waving erratically in front of your face to grab your attention.

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a weak smile, but you couldn’t force your eyes to meet him. 

“You alright?” He asked, dropping the jesting tone from your sudden shift in mood. His hand found your shoulder and squeezed you as his eyes were heavy with concern. 

You cleared your throat to shake away whatever this was that you were feeling, and pushed out a more cheery response, “Yeah!”

His thumb rubbed across your shoulder for comfort, but ultimately he decided to not pry any farther. “What flavor would you like?”

He ordered for the both of you, a swirl soft serve with rainbow sprinkles for you, and a vanilla custard milkshake for himself.  After he paid you both decided to cut across the boardwalk to sit at one of the benches to enjoy your ice cream together. 

Despite the sun setting almost an hour ago, the heat was less than forgiving on the frozen treat as it started to drip down the side of the cone and onto the top of your thighs. 

Josh noticed and stood up from his seat, quickly offering, “Shit! I forgot napkins, I’ll be right back!”

Before you could fight him on it, he disappeared into the crowd of people within seconds. You sat on the bench patiently, shaking your head and doing your best to lick around the cone to keep the ice cream from melting even more over your fingers and legs. Within a minute, someone sat beside you, draping a heavy arm across your shoulders as they pressed their weight into your side. 

“Well, It’s nice to see one that sticks around this long,” A calculated, much-too-suave-for-your-liking voice hit your ears. 

The reek of potent cologne assaulted your nostrils within a flash of a second. 

An icy chill rattled down the length of your spine, freezing over the blood that ran through your veins. 

Michael. 

“Go away,” you snarled through gritted teeth, but didn’t dare to turn your head to look at him. You didn’t even know him, but you hated this man. It might have been your body reacting on instincts because you loathed every part of him. 

The repulsive smacking of chewing gum rolling around his mouth made you queasy.

He hummed like he was just a cat toying with his prey. Reaching out, he grabbed onto the top of your thigh, “Hmm, I don’t think I will.”

“What do you want?” You spat in unfiltered disgust while shaking off his fingers from your leg. He only gripped on tighter, inching just that much closer to you.  

He nearly cackled in disbelief, “Has he not told you?”

That’s when you finally whipped your head in his direction. His bleach blonde hair had been swept back, swooshed at the crown of his head with a slick of pomade. His starched, white blazer had been pushed up to the elbows, creating a stark contrast from his too-tanned skin. A baby blue shirt was worn beneath it, bringing out the similar hue of his cold, heartless eyes. A thin gold chain was draped around his neck, an item of jewelry that was worn to show off his wealth. He couldn’t seem more out of place here.  

The muscles of his chiseled jaw flexed with each obnoxious snap of his mint gum. He smiled, a wolfish grin that made you feel as though you were merely a defenseless lamb for him to snatch. “Oh, this makes it so much more fun.”

“Why don’t you of fuck off on your boat somewhere and leave me alone.” 

He dipped in closer, pinning you against the back of the bench. “My offer still stands by the way.”

You searched for Josh among the crowds. Desperate for him. 

Where the hell is he?!

“You’re disgusting.”

He inspected the shark wedged by your side for a moment, and tossed it to the side onto the other side of the bench.“I love a little fight in a woman. Come on, baby. I can show you a real good time.”

You thought you might vomit right here. You might even aim for his shoes.  

His vile breath hit the side of your neck, causing a violent shudder to rip through your body. You tried to swat him away, but he managed to catch your arm. “Why are you so tense? I promise I’m not gonna hurt you, babe.”

To your relief, he pulled away to scan over the droves of tourists. “If he’s bringing you here…” A wicked smirk tugged at his mouth as held your arm, “He must be in rougher shape than I thought.”

You ripped it from him, but couldn’t move another inch with his body against yours. “What are you talking about?”

Michael groaned from what sounded like boredom. He straightened, finally retracting his arm from his hold around your back to smooth out the front of his jacket. “I told that shifty bastard he had a week. That means his time is almost up, sweetie. Since he’s been dodging me so well…” 

His menacing, heartless eyes locked with yours. “How about you go ahead and tell him he needs to pay his debt, or I won't be so gracious this time.”

You played his words over and over in your head, scrambling to figure out what they might mean. 

What kind of trouble had Josh gotten himself into?

When he assumed you wouldn’t give a response, he continued, “Can I trust you to pass along this message to him? Maybe he’ll let you in on what he’s really been up to lately.”

All you could do was look at him, speechless and scared as he stood up from the bench to brush invisible dust from his tacky outfit. 

“Best of luck to the both of you.” He winked and sauntered off, disappearing within a matter of seconds just as Josh had done minutes before. 

You were left with more questions than answers. 

You looked up to see Josh standing in the center of the boardwalk facing you, wearing the face of someone who had just seen a ghost, almost paralyzed with fear. All the color had seemingly drained, standing in a stiff posture while people pushed around him. 

His thousand-yard stare finally met you, sending him forward towards the benches where you still sat. The steps he took lacked all of the cheerful energy that had minutes prior. The rigid, forced movement did nothing to douse the fire of your anxiety.

 Once he was within a few feet, you called out to him, “Josh-“

He cut you off with your own name, making you swallow back whatever thought you might have thrown together. He snatched your wrist with a little more volition and intensity, like a parent reprimanding their disobedient child. You hated it, but you were more scared about what happened to him while he was gone than anything else. 

“Let’s go.” His voice was clipped and harsh, but you could hear the cracking as it shot through the air. 

You dug your heels into the smooth wood, pulling back your arm without much success. “What happened?! What does Michael want?!”

“Right now,” he demanded through clenched teeth, ignoring your questions.

“Josh!” You called out in a shriek, causing some heads to turn in your direction. 

His eyes locked with yours, but there wasn’t anger. It was only pure desperation. For a second you thought you were seeing unbridled fear as he pleaded with everything he had, “Please, Greenie.”

You didn’t ask any more questions as he led the way back to the Jeep hidden upon rows and rows of cars in the packed parking lot. He didn’t say much during the drive back to your home either, and he stopped fumbling with the radio when it turned to static. His knee bounced wildly each time he was stopped at a red light, and you could have sworn you saw his hands trembling when they weren’t glued to the steering wheel. 

Remembering how he lashed out the first time something like this happened, you kept quiet the ride back and picked at the hem of your shorts. 

Once the breeze coming from the moving car stopped in your driveway, the night air felt thick as it coated the inside of your lungs. You weren’t exactly sure if it was due to the summer humidity or the unresolved tension that’s resurfaced -  an issue you thought had been dealt with.

Josh seemed to relax a bit once he had parked, now tucked away in the trees that hid your modest home. He mumbled your name after a minute of sitting in silence, and he turned towards you with an outstretched hand. 

Even through your frustration, your anger, and most of all - your confusion, you decide to take it, letting him hold your hand in the softness of his palm. 

“I’m so sorry about Michael,” he choked out, forcing back whatever emotions that had been churning inside him. “Fuck! He shouldn’t have touched you like that, Greenie. I can’t believe I let this happen again.”

Your heart ached to see him like this - to see him in this much distress over you. 

You dared to ask after a long pause, keeping your voice calm and collected, “Will you just tell me what’s going on?”

He nodded, “I will. Tomorrow. I promise.”

“Josh-“

“Please, let us get through tonight. I know I probably ruined tonight for you… I know that. I just can’t dump all this on you right now. But I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.” He needed your comfort, your reassurance. You didn’t know why, or what happened, but he seemed shaken up with whatever it was. Your ignorance was bliss, for the time being, so you welcomed him with open arms. 

You held his hand for a while until you popped open the Jeep’s door in silence, hopping out of the cab and onto the gravel. Josh did the same, following you as you made your way to the front porch of your home. Your body was moving on auto-pilot, going through the motions without a second thought. 

You didn’t even mutter a goodbye.

Your fingers barely brushed the handle of the screen door when Josh reached for your wrist. He kept his hold light. Hesitant. So careful with how his fingers clasped around your arm, that they almost slipped away from you entirely as if to apologize for the way they locked around it earlier. He called out your name, but only shy of a whisper. 

“I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow,” he murmured, the sound weak and defeated as his eyes were coated in a layer of pain and guilt. Whatever he wanted to tell you was eating him up inside, dissolving away like poison. 

The thrumming roar of cicadas could be heard within the trees in the distance. The soft lapping of waves from the incoming tide hitting the shoreline managed to calm you. White summer moths gathered around the porch light, and the flicking of their wings hitting the glass broke through the silence between you and Josh.

You stared at him, but couldn’t bear the sight for another second, because the thought of leaving the night off like this nearly shattered your heart into pieces. 

Standing here with him, Michael, or the money that he wanted didn’t matter. You didn’t care what Josh was keeping from you. Right now, none of it mattered to you. 

Tomorrow was a new day, and things would be set right -the way they were meant to be. You trusted him to fix this. You had to because you needed him and the comfort of his sweet embrace was what you craved the most. 

Closing the distance, you cupped his face into yours, holding him there as you met his gaze. 

He looked confused at first, pulling his brows together and flinching slightly at the contact. The reaction told you that he assumed you would be angry with him like the night he brought you home from the bonfire, accepting the possibility that you would shut the door in his face again. After a few seconds like this, his eyes dropped as he melted into your touch, leaning into your palm. 

“Hey,” you whispered, bringing his focus back up. The caramel irises that sparkled in the yellow glow of the porch light danced between yours, searching for the secrets that might be hidden within them. Offering him a soft smile, you assured him, “Let’s worry about it tomorrow.”

Your words helped release the heavy breath that he had been holding in longer than he realized. He brought a hand to wrap around your wrist and turned his head to place a tender kiss on the pulse point before a shaky sigh rattled through his chest.

A smoldering fire within your core ignited the moment his lips brushed against the skin, and you clenched in need. Watching him, you breathed, “Kiss me, Josh.”

A smile that you hadn’t seen since the boardwalk broke free on his sullen, deflated face. His eyes drifted down to your mouth, and with a tip of his chin, he captured your waiting lips in his. You hummed at the warmth, the scent of him, even the fluffy ends of his curls tickling your face. 

Fingertips brushed across your cheek before they dove into the tresses of your hair, tugging you closer by the nape of your neck with a gentle pull. At that moment, his tongue flicked across your bottom lip, daring to deepen the kiss.

You welcomed him eagerly with a parted mouth, allowing his tongue to enter and slip across your own. His little touches and teases of a delicate tongue were the give and take of learning each other, and you thought to yourself how you could stay trapped in it with time standing still. The way he tasted was addicting alone, and how his tongue led the dance with yours, somehow left you wanting more every time. 

A low-grown rumbled freely into your mouth, making you both stagger back into the door. You were pinned against it and with a lick of his tongue across your teeth, you felt him harden with a few beats of his heart underneath the thin material of his shorts. 

There was nothing left to the imagination when he rutted into you, pressing his length into your hip. Your leg hooked around his waist just as your fingers slipped into the locks of his hair. His hand which had been resting on your waist had left to travel up your side, exploring the curves of your body until he palmed over your covered breasts. 

You abandoned every ounce of fear and hesitation of being with him that night on the beach. 

“Come inside,” you mumbled into his mouth as you broke from the kiss, leaving you panting against each other to share those needy breaths. 

“I think I’ve already done that,” he giggled against your lips with your favorite sound fluttering against you while he began nipping down to the soft flesh of your jaw. 

You tugged him away by his hair to scold him, but what you weren’t expecting was the moan that followed. A switch had been flipped, and the grinding of his hips drove his erection into you that much harder. Your thoughts started to run wild and you would have felt it with your hand if he had given you any space between your bodies.

“I’m serious!” You gasped into the open air when his tongue ghosted across the shell of your ear. A low, sultry laugh fanned across your skin. 

You’ve never wanted anything so bad in your life. 

You felt the teeth of his smile press against the column of your neck, causing a chill to roll through your body, despite the dense humidity. His voice cracked just a touch, giving away his desire when he asked, “When will Cindy be home?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered through a ragged breath, allowing him to explore the details of your throat with his mouth as you clawed helplessly at his t-shirt. “But I don’t care.”

He hummed in agreement, releasing you long enough for you to turn around and unlock the door. Despite your best efforts, you kept fumbling with the house keys, partly due to the fact that his mouth never left your ear. 

Taking him by the hand, you led - no, dragged him through the small home towards your bedroom. A formal tour around your place would just have to wait until morning.

As soon as he walked into your bedroom, you flipped on the light and pushed the door shut with a forceful shove, knocking him into the back of it. 

“Damn. Someone’s feisty tonight,” he joked, but the laughter was cut short the second your mouth found his again. Fitting against him, you kissed the strong, defined edge of his jaw until your lips met his ear.

Nuzzling into his hair, you licked a teasing stripe along it, feeling the cool metal of his golden hoop against your tongue. He shivered from the sensation, bringing you in tighter with a firm hold on your waist and neck. Your warm breath hitting his ear drove a groan from deep in his throat, and he pushed off the door out of impatience.

The kiss wasn’t gentle and exploratory as you both stumbled towards the bed, but rather more of a frantic clash of teeth and tongues. Your shirt had been ripped off in the chaos, and your shoes were scattered somewhere on the floor. It started in a frenzy to have him as quickly as time would allow. 

He struggled to maintain the kiss while attempting to untie his shoes, stalling and breaking away from your lips as he hopped around on his foot. Losing his balance and nearly fumbling over, he cursed at the worn Reeboks, “Fucking high tops.”

You placed a steadying hand on his shoulder to help him, but not without teasing him first, “Having trouble, Joshua?”

He huffed in frustration while shooing you away, “Keep laughing, Greenie. See how funny it is with my head between your legs.”

Another flash of heat hit your cheeks at the thought, but you quickly covered it with another taunt, “I’m sure it’s peak comedy, but I’ll try to contain myself.”

He finally unlaced the shoes, throwing them off his feet to have them land somewhere in the room, and he pounced forward to tackle you onto the bed behind you. A high-pitched squeal from you ripped through the air as you were thrown onto the twin mattress.

The sound evolved into giggles as he tickled you, making you squirm underneath him. The shower of kisses transformed into sensual, lengthy licks of a tongue that traced from the hollow point of your throat, up to your ear, and along your jaw before finally meeting your lips again. 

The warm, wet caress of his tongue as he rolled his hips into you, catching the hard length of his cock between your legs each time, was enough to empty your head of anything coherent. Mostly void of any thought, the only things swirling in your brain were each one of your senses focusing solely on Josh.

His legs slotted seamlessly with yours as he continued to kiss you. Slipping your hand beneath his t-shirt, you trailed a finger down the center of his abdomen to feel the patch of hair above the waistband of his shorts, causing a shudder to roll through him. 

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, and he chuckled, “I didn’t know that you were such a tease.”

“You don’t seem to know me very well then,” you quipped back in a pitchy sigh.

You thought you could kiss him forever, wishing you could bottle up this feeling and revisit it whenever you wanted - from the gentle rake of his teeth over your lip, his expert tongue licking into your mouth, to his heavy pants bathing you. 

Suddenly, he reached over you, adjusting something above your head before bringing his hand back to you. You crane your neck up to see, only to find that the teddy bear that was sitting on your bed was pushed into the corner, now facing the wall. 

You shot him a questioning look with a raised brow.

Josh huffed a strained laugh, “What?! It was staring at me!” Before you could say anything, his head dipped down to your ear and he cooed softly, letting the deep silken voice slip into your mind, “How am I supposed to defile you if I have an audience, hmm?”

The hushed, gravely sound of it made you ache, and you lifted your hips in search of the friction of him pressed delightfully between your legs. Yet, here you were still wanting to play in this tug-of-war of dominance with him. “I don’t know, I thought you would be into that sort of thing.”

He stopped kissing your neck to hold himself above you on a propped elbow, sporting a devilish grin across his mouth, “Are you into that sort of thing?”

You bit back your smile. “You’ll just have to find that out.”

“Ooooh…kinky,” he whispered, nipping at the tip of your nose. 

Without your shirt, the only thing left covering your chest was your bra. The hot, wet kisses left from swollen lips marked down from your throat to the valley between your breasts. He licked a broad, languid stripe over them, feeling each rise and fall of a shaky breath beneath him as he tasted you. 

His hand slipped under your back in search of the clasps of your bra, and you lifted for him to release it with a swift snap of his nimble fingers. He guided it down your arms before chucking it somewhere across the room behind him. You heard the clanging of bottles being knocked over on your dresser, but couldn’t force yourself to care even if you tried. 

He flicked his tongue across your nipple and blew a cool breath of air to see it harden within a matter of seconds. You might have complained to him if he hadn’t rolled it into the heat of his mouth. 

He took his time worshiping you, to feel each wiggle and shift of your body beneath him in pleasure, even if it threatened to drive you borderline insane. Your fingers had woven themselves in the tangled mess of his curls, causing soft moans to vibrate into your breasts each time your nails dragged across his scalp. 

You wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of him in your hand, but he was already drifting down your body until his knees were planted on the floor before you were able to. Those sloppy kisses had been drawn down to your navel, around the supple, softness of your belly, sweeping between the points of your hips. 

Then you realized what he was about to do. 

His fingers looped around the band of your shorts, and a jolt of nervousness shot through you. You went rigid and grabbed his hand in a panic, squeaking out his name loud enough for him to hear. 

He looked up, stopping his movements in an instant, “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat, embarrassed about what you were about to admit. “I, uh…no one has ever done that to me before.”

Of course, you had thought about it. How could you not? Especially with Josh, and more times than you might be willing to admit. Sure, you might have even gotten close a time or two in the past with a partner, but the reality of it actually happening made your blood run cold. 

“Eaten you out?” You cringed at the words which made him laugh before he cleared his throat, adopting a ridiculous accent. “I mean…performed cunnilingus?”

“Ew! Josh!” You jumped up far enough on the bed to plant your heel on his shoulder to shove him off you. “You’re gross!”

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He grabbed your ankle, and dropped the laughter, “Are you being serious though?”

“Yes! Is that bad?” You shot back defensively, burying your face in your hands as the shame of your inexperience weighed down on you.

“No! Not at all.” He reassured you in a comforting voice, rubbing a soothing hand down your thighs, letting his eyes follow the curvature of your hip to where you wanted him most. His eyes flicked up to you, blown wide open with lust as he asked, “Do you want me to?”

You thought you might explode right there on the spot with how fast your heart was beating in the walls of your chest. Somehow you managed to respond with a meager, “Yes.”

He straightened slightly, searching your body language for signs that said otherwise, “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“

You shook your head, stumbling over your words in fear that you ruined the moment, “No! I mean yes! I really want you to. Please.”

That damn crooked smile of his. It would be the end of you. 

“Yeah?”

You nodded, chewing on your lip so hard that you might break through the skin. 

His fingers dipped beneath the band of your shirts, his knuckles grazing across your belly from hip to hip as he spoke, “I’ll be gentle. Promise me you’ll tell me what feels good and when you want me to stop, okay?”

“I promise.” 

“Good girl,” he purred into your inner thigh. 

The sound of those two words made you clench around absolutely nothing. 

Your shorts slipped effortlessly down your legs with a tug, but your underwear remained. You considered questioning it until he peppered a trail of kisses from the side of your knee, down your inner thigh to ghost a breath over your core before going down the side of your other leg. His hands guided them to rest on his shoulders as he took in the sight of you.

You were restless, and you couldn’t seem to find a place for your hands when you accepted that his face was mere inches away.  

“You’re breathtaking,” He sighed the sweet praise, feeling over the thin cotton layer that still covered you with a brush of his thumb. The pressure of his fingertips rubbing over you yanked a moan right from your throat. 

“Josh,” you whined in desperation, scooting down just a touch closer to him. 

“Patience,” he hummed against you, following it with a gentle kiss, “We’re in no rush tonight.” Although, you swore you heard a poorly concealed groan. “You’re so fucking wet already.”

It wasn’t a surprise to you, knowing that you had soaked through the fabric already. He decided to add to it with a languid stroke of a flattened tongue from your entrance to your throbbing clit. You could sense with how his fingers pressed into your thigh that he was holding back the primal need to devour you as he felt your bundle of nerves harden against him. 

He breathed you in, releasing the sticky breath that clung to you with each uneven exhale. He held out as long as he could until your underwear was pulled down, only for it to join the pile of clothing strewn across the room.

He paused for a second, admiring your bare form in front of him. He asked in a voice that dripped a certain cockiness you haven’t experienced yet, “You ready?” 

You simply hummed in approval, keeping down the scream that was fighting to escape. 

Nothing could have prepared you, as it was nearly indescribable how it felt the second his tongue dipped into you, like every single synapse in your brain fired at once. As if it was draping your body in a massive cloak made of the softest crushed velvet, wrapping you in a warmth you could never replicate. 

The movements he made were gentle barely-there flicks, like the passing tickle of a feather across your naked skin. You knew he was watching your body, noting every catching breath and spasm of a muscle. You cursed yourself, wishing that you could look at him if it weren’t for the overwhelming pleasure dragging your lids closed. 

All the teasing he had done made it seem like every inch of your body was buzzing with shocks of electricity. It wouldn’t be long until your first orgasm ravaged you as you felt the familiar heat build within your belly. 

You almost cried out when he pulled away to ask, “Does it feel good?”

“More,” was all you were able to say in your current state. You heard the sweet song of his laughter before the pressure of his tongue increased, rolling your clit into the haven of his perfect mouth in an intricate pattern of circles. 

Words became lost on your tongue as if they had floated away from your parted lips like those tiny white moths on a summer night, but the hold you had of his curls told him everything he needed to know - each tug guiding him where you wanted him most. 

You could hear the lewd collection of moans, whimpers, and growls coming from him as he lapped an expert tongue across you. At one point you thought you felt him grind up against the mattress in search of relief as his mouth continued to work its magic on you. 

Without you even realizing it, he edged you along the cliff of your release with every expert change of his tongue. Every deafening thump of your beating heart, every breath you failed to release from your air-deprived lungs gave away how close you were. 

One last precise roll from his pointed tongue shoved you over the edge into your first release. You weren’t aware that you had locked his head between your thighs, and gripped his hair so tight it might have ripped from his scalp. You had even dug your nails into the flesh of his arm through it all, but you would never hear a single complaint. 

In a vibrant display of your euphoria, sparks of color burst behind your closed lids like fireworks. He was coaxing you through each crashing wave of your climax until he slowly stopped the passes of his tongue to place kisses on your inner thigh. 

He pulled away when your breathing calmed enough, and your vision returned. Through the fog, you looked down to see the high points of his cheeks glistening in a sheen of sweat, face flushed pink and coated in your arousal.

You might have been embarrassed by it if he hadn’t grinned in pride and licked across his swollen lip to taste you. “Not bad for the first time, huh?”

Throwing your head back into the mattress, you huffed without being able to hide your fucked-out smirk, “You’re an idiot.”

In a flash, he climbed onto the bed and was hovering over you once again. Those deep chocolate irises with pupils blown wider than ever were looking down at you. You reached for him, finding the dimple of his chin with your thumb to guide him back to your lips. 

“But I’m your idiot,” he corrected through a kiss, letting you taste yourself off his tongue. 

Realizing he was still clothed while you were naked, you roamed your fingers down his back to find the hem of his t-shirt, and you rid him of it with a fluid motion. He helped kick off his shorts, freeing himself from the restriction. 

In the mess of tangled limbs, you hooked a leg around his waist just as before, this time without the burden of clothes. With his hand wrapped around the thick base of himself, his eyes lingered between your legs before slowly finding their way back up to your face.

The sight of him above you was enough to knock the breath from your lungs. He appeared ethereal with how the olive undertones of his skin glowed in the hazy light coming from your table side lamp, illuminating all the finer details of his body. You saw him shirtless before but weren’t able to take in the beautiful dips and curves of his muscles until now. His golden, fallen curls hung around his face in a halo as he basked in the light. You captured the mental image of this moment to tuck away in your mind forever. 

Tiny puffs of air escaped his mouth as he dropped lower to close any remaining distance between you. Through your clouded vision, you were able to see his long lashes casting shadows onto his flushed cheeks.

You reached down, replacing his hand with yours to find that he was still just as hard as before when you grazed your fingertips along his impressive length. 

Another shudder. 

You glide him through you, coating him in your wetness with each pass sending the head of his cock over your swollen clit. 

Josh’s mouth had fallen open slightly, just enough to see the edge of his bottom teeth peeking behind his full lip. He fought against the fluttering of his heavy lids trying to close while he watched you. He was happy to hand off full control, letting you guide him to your entrance, and offered a gentle push once you were ready. 

He slipped in, stretching you slowly at first inch-by-inch, and the slight delightful sting melted into pleasure in mere seconds. You sucked in a sharp breath just as a whispered curse fanned across your ear. 

He pushed himself to the hilt and paused to collect himself, feeling the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. You locked both legs around his waist now, keeping him nestled deep inside you for as long as he’d allow it. 

A low groan rumbled in the depths of his throat as he began to roll his hips up, pushing against your sweetest spot with each deliberate thrust. 

He felt more than incredible as if he was perfectly made just for you. 

Your thoughts began to wander to the salt spray lingering in his hair, the warmth of his tan radiating off of his body and onto you, and the comforting smell of sun kissing his skin.

He was summer. 

The sun and light that you’ve been yearning for all these years. 

Josh slowed his steady pace to still inside you and opened his eyes to find yours. He said your name in a careful whisper as your fingers traced delicately along his high cheekbones. 

“I’m falling for you,” he whispered it so faintly you worried that you imagined it. You stared at his lips hoping that he would repeat himself, and you watched as the corners of his mouth were drawn into a smile, “I’m in love with you.” 

It wasn’t just young lust. 

He loved you. 

You loved him.

“…Josh.” 

He hushed you with a kiss to your lips, “You don’t have to say it back, baby.”  

You wanted to, but somehow the words got caught in your chest. Not being able to say it as freely as he did killed you most of all. 

He continued as he traced the details of your lips with his middle finger, “I knew it from the day I sat in your beat-up Pinto after your first day of training. I knew at that moment that I was gonna fall for you. God, I fell fucking hard too.”

There was no doubt in your heart that you had fallen just as hard - perhaps in that exact moment, he described, but somehow managed to convince yourself that you hadn’t. Not yet. Not this soon, anyway. 

You had never felt this way about someone before, and it scared you - absolutely terrifying you that you might lose it. 

His smile of reminiscence dropped when he saw your pained expression, “Oh shit… did I freak you out? I’m so-“

“No-“ you croaked, shaking your head as a single tear ran down your cheek and dripped over the folds of your ear. He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it to give you time to process your thoughts. 

You looked through your blurred vision, right into the soft, gentle eyes that you cherished. “I love you, too.”

The second the words left your mouth, a warm rush of relief washed over you, causing a smile to show on your face. The unbound happiness bubbled in your chest, leaving you breathless.

Your lips get caught in a kiss before you have a chance to overthink it - this one hungrier in desire than all the rest. You welcomed it, more eager than ever for more of him. Passion bloomed wildly and took over, forcing the power of his hips to strengthen.

You cried out in a ragged moan, mixing it in with his sounds that were being muffled against the tacky skin of your throat. Your second orgasm came quickly, and was a bit more forgiving, pulling you under like slow-building calming waves, drenching you in its ecstasy. You tightened around him, and it didn’t take long for his hips to begin faltering into broken, uneven thrusts. You felt across his face, brushing over his ear, combing through his sweat-dampened hair and down his neck as he succumbed to his own. 

With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he spilled into you with a final stroke, filling you up with the warmth of his release. You laid there peacefully, holding each other as you came down from your high in unison. Affectionate kisses and touches were exchanged for what felt like hours until he eventually flipped you onto your side, mumbling sweet nothings while keeping you pressed against his chest. 

In the early hours of the morning, he reached across you to flip the light off, and darkness fell upon you. It didn’t take long for sleep to take you with the man you loved holding you in his arms. 

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[starscelly]

I'm over here begging you. For the love of all that is holy, please talk to me about Tyler Seguin and the new dude, Mason Marchment !

anon i would LOVE to discuss tyler and mush !!!!! im very sorry this will probably be super long winded and incoherent. but u shouldve known what u signed up for with me tbh

FIRST i wanna say if ur looking for like. in depth analysis or many Moments of theirs i would very much recommend taking time to scroll through teex’s 2791 tag it is a joy and pretty thoroughly covers all of the stupidity from this season and i feel like they r like pioneering the 2791/smush insanity. that being said. allow me to talk my shit for a moment dkfsdjkfs.

i just think its Fascinating that in the past few years tyler has for sure like, turned down his usual vibe of constantly hamming it up for the camera and getting super flirty with all these guys etc etc. it is, i think, far less present these past few yrs than before. until mush got to this team lol. i feel like he’s really been brought back out of his shell (definitely also helped by the new coaching staff, his recovery from injuries, finding a new role on the team, their success etc, but) and we’re starting to see this silly tyler that we know and love again!!! the first thing i can really remember of them being particularly fun flirty and cringe together is the sandwich video (this is prolly wrong, but off the top of my head), but their chemistry has definitely been there all season. like even before we were exposed to this type of behavior, they’ve been on a line together All Season, even when they could not get a good third guy to fit on their line, deboer clearly knew there was something working between them. which like, we all saw the first few games of the season. obviously he’s correct lol. 

so they have good chemistry on the ice which is a super plus, and we’ve seen time and time again how close they are as people - mush being insane concerned about tyler’s injury, constantly saying they miss the other when they’re injured, the sandwich video, tyler “interviewing” mush with his drink, etc - and they just have a lot of casual affection for one another. but i have to say. my favorite thing is how stupid i feel for not realizing that they’d be an obvious pairing the second mush got traded here lmao. if you look at a long line of Tyler History he fits PERFECTLY. a feisty, huge, dark-haired left winger???? that is his MO, at this point (all 4 traits have applied to his like Closest or most notorious connections, but if u wanna take out “huge” we got marchy on the b’s, if u wanna talk ancient history we have tyler brown back when he was young young idk how feisty he was, but either way these are like. quintessential traits he loves). (this is a bit tyler heavy, on account of i just know more about him in general than mush, so sorry about that lol) but he very much just wants someone he can make fun of / laugh at, someone who would probably kill an opponent for him , and someone who is a huge cringe loser who will do anything to make him laugh. and mason for suuuuure checks off all those boxes and more. and if that is what we needed to bring back the silly, god bless mush, because he succeeded and Also made me adore HIM at the same time. despite all his mess and penalty minutes fjldsfklds

this is like. super long winded i am so sorry. but if there’s anything specific u wanna talk abt with these two cringefail losers Please feel free to message me or send another ask or whatever. i can’t even begin to unpack how deranged i feel abt them sometimes !!!

#i cant bring myself to reread all of this back i hope it makes sense dfjdksfks #anon i hope u anticipated this stupidity when u sent me that ask lol #if anyone would like to educate me more on mush as a guy. please feel free #ive absorbed everything from him on this team this season and some like past interviews from the marlies and wtv #but i obviously have. years and years and years of tyler knowledge and lore stored so #u have also hit me at peak insanity bc i am working on art that includes 2791. writing this is my break fjkdsfhkjds #ask #anonymous

[woozapooza]

personal reflection/venting post

I almost never do this but I need to do some, like, tumblr journaling:

Today is May 1st, which is an important day in Arthurian legend, which is one of my longest-running interests and actually the reason I joined tumblr in the first place (I want to follow an Arthuriana blog). It's got me thinking back to what kind of person I was at 17, when I discovered the music of Heather Dale and became interested in the legend. I was very depressed and anxious back then, but I still had so much capacity for genuine passion, and my sudden obsession with all things Arthur was possibly the best example of that. I just wanted to consume everything related to my new obsession. I can't even really describe it, but the key thing is that there was no self-consciousness to get in the way. I never once worried that I was being cringe or problematic or whatever the judgmental adjective du jour is. And I'm contrasting that 17-year-old with who I am now, and the contrast makes me want to cry. I feel like I've just utterly lost the capacity for that kind of unrestrained, unapologetic excitement, and there are probably multiple factors at play, but I'm certain that one of them, probably the biggest, is social media. I spend so much time seeing the most joyless, mean-spirited people imaginable tear down everything and everyone—sometimes under the guise of making Important Criticisms, sometimes just as an act of unrepentant unpleasantness—that an amalgamation of their voices has taken up residence in my brain, and it tries to tear down everything it sees. I can hardly read a book or watch a youtube video or listen to a song or have an idea without this obnoxious, irony-poisoned part of my brain try to guess what the most annoying people imaginable would say about it—how they'd tear it apart, how they'd paint it/me as problematic or cringe or offensive or boring or just bad. I hate this! I hate that the "paranoid reading" (really useful concept, btw) approach to the world has taken root in my mind! I hate that it's so hard for me to just enjoy things and be interested in things and, more basically, just enjoy things without worrying what people I don't even like or respect would think! I hate that my impulse was to include the word "pathetic" in the title of this post, because I know from observation that irony and self-deprecation are more valued by a lot of obnoxious losers on social media than earnestness. I hate that there are so many obstacles in my brain to just earnestly being interested in something, eventually I tend to just give up instead of trying to get past them. I really, really need to get un-poisoned. I'm never giving up on tumblr, but I do need to use it less. I'm going to log out and, after work (I'm on my lunch break), I'm going to listen to "The Lusty Month of May" from Camelot and "Mordred's Lullaby" and "The Trial of Lancelot" by Heather Dale and reread my college thesis, which was about Arthurian stuff. Surely it's possible to get back at least a bit of who I used to be.

EDIT: I was going to try to stay logged out for the rest of the day, but I had to log back in to reblog a post I always reblog on May 1st, so while I'm here, I want to clarify one thing that I didn't get a chance to clarify earlier because my lunch break was over: it's not just "the most joyless, mean-spirited people imaginable" who are the cause of this problem. I mean, they're by far the biggest part of the problem, but I think it's also bad for me to be constantly bombarded by the opinions of even sensible, decent people who are objectively not doing anything wrong. I think the fundamental problem is that, for me at least, being constantly exposed to other people's opinions, even when those opinions are perfectly valid and expressed civilly, makes it hard for me to do or think anything without feeling like there's an invisible crowd offering their input because I'm so used to a real crowd offering their input on every single thing. Maybe some people are psychologically strong enough that it doesn't affect them, but I'm clearly not one of those people. So I'm going to reblog the post I came on here to reblog, then I'm going to log out again, and this time I'm genuinely going to stay logged out for the rest of the day.

#x #personal

[punkmadeablog]

First Entry.

Hey,it's punk. Welcome to my first blog on here.

Let's start with a very cool and rad DNI list,don't interact if:

-You meet basic DNI criteria. (Example:You're Homophobic,Racist,Ablest,and other shit that makes you a fucking loser.)

-You came here to do/say anything sexual towards me,I'm asexual and that makes me uncomfy.

-You are under 16.

If none of that applies to you,welcome! :)

So,I'm 16 years old. I am autistic,if u wanna use tone tags it's up to you. I'm agender,asexual,and panromantic. I use He/They pronouns,so do respect those.

Now to talk about my plans for the future and other rad shit like that.

I have two plans for when I graduate highschool and after I get top surgery+testosterone.

Plan A: Move in with my best friend in a apartment somewhere away from my hometown and far enough to where my parents can't visit till I cut them off but I can still see my brothers from time to time.

Plan B: Get a good car and just drive. Anywhere. I'll never be in one place,I'll always be traveling and on the move.

The problem with both plans?

Plan A cons: Idk if their gonna stay for long,I really hope they do but I really can't fixate too much on this plan because I don't wanna get hurt,not again. Highschool friends almost always leave you anyways. I don't have a job yet,not even a fucking resume.

Plan B: No job,dunno how to drive. Scared to,if I'm being real about it.

Just gonna start dumping shit:

It feels like I'm failing at life? Idk,like I should have been able to figure these things out sooner,but here I sit,not knowing what to do. What job do I get that won't suck what little life I have left? What job won't leave me disorientated and anxiety ridden? And what about driving? I can barely tell between my left and right,so idk how I'm supposed to master this shit.

Meanwhile almost every adult I know is praying for my downfall and they secretly want me to be in a constant state of burnout but they think I don't know that. Idk how long it'll be before I crack,and I really don't want to find out. And if that wasn't enough,I think my parents have this idea of me. They think I'm just shy,and yeah,I can get like that,but they have'nt gotten to see me be myself. And I blame them.

Not that I don't want to be,but I can't be. It's not safe for me to be. They will just yell thinking they can change my mind about who I am. They know I fear them,even if I try to put a tough guy persona on. If I defend myself,it's wrong. In the end,their just gonna reduce me to a crying mess. If I can just pretend until I'm out of their home,If I can survive whatever torment they want to expose me to,If I can survive one more petty argument of theirs that no matter what,they won't care how it effects me,then nothing will happen. If I just keep below the radar,then I'll make it to graduation in one piece. Then i'll be my own person. No strings attached. No more leash.

Anyways,I'll see y'all in the next entry.

-Punk.

#first post #first blog #jus talkin #word vomit #life stuff #fuck school #high school #future plans

[inspector-alfendi-layton]

a l fe n d I l 0 g 2

[TW: Holy shit. Uh. Blood, gore, body horror, general insanity???]

I ran... way too long... ugh...

Without warning, I suddenly met the concrete below. You would think being dead made such acts painless, but that unfortunately isn't the case.

Everything hurts. The legs. The head. Most of all... that wound.

I suddenly feel an urge to expose it. Still on the ground, I began ripping the buttoned shirt apart, then tore at the gauze below.

To my relief, it hasn't... expanded. I can't get the image out of my mind. Henry... how did he even come upon such an illness? Or curse? And... how was it spread?

That was when I finally realized. THAT SHAPE.

I could remove it now. It would be risky, but worth it to prevent whatever the hell I just witnessed.

Alfendi's knife. It's still in the pocket of that ridiculous jacket. I didn't stand, but I did pull the jacket closer to my position.

Just as I suspected. A small knife, with a black handle. Simple as it gets. Was it made specifically for self defense? Or was it a only a multipurpose tool Alfendi had bought on a whim?

Whatever. It'll do in a pinch.

I looked around with sunken eyes... the road was empty. I'm well aware it's unwise to do this on the streets, but everything inside me is pushing me to do it NOW.

NOW.

This knife... it's so clean...

NOW.

I can see his reflection.

DO IT.

I can't stop myself from plunging the knife into that god damn wound. Thankfully, I can't feel anything. However, I do hear the sickening squelch of the knife burrowed in Alfendi's chest.

It's a shame I can't apologize.

I must be losing my mind again. This is becoming a... more frequent occurrence than I would prefer. Perhaps the unholy acts I've done have finally become too much for one man to bear.

I cut wildly at the mark. Anything to get rid of that god damn spiral. I wouldn't let myself end up like HIM. Anything but that.

Discarded flesh fell onto my his lap. How long have I been doing this for.

No matter how big it grows. I still see it. The spiral.

I can't stop. I can't stop. I'm hacking it all away. Not even the coughing will stop me.

My hands. Are shaking. The knife finally fell, I didn't notice until I heard it.

Everything is red. Why? There's no blood in the body. Am I imagining it? Must be.

No wonder I left this shit to the losers I hired. Turns out stabbing takes a lot of energy.

Finally satisfied, I simply grabbed the jacket and shirt. Was it always this hard to stand?

No matter.

It's time to go.

#I AM A VERY NORMAL LOG. #🙂

[stevenose]

I think ❛ i want you to feel good. ❜ with some smutty, maybe a little emotional hurt/comfort featuring Steve’s praise kink and letting him do whatever he wants to you would be perfect 💝

been thinking abt this one for dayssss... got VERY carried away w this

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“I feel like such a loser. I am such a loser.” Steve avoids eye contact, choosing to look at his hands instead. He gives a humorless chuckle. “Sometimes I don’t even know why you’re still here. With me.”

“Steve,” you whisper, hurt. You take one of his hands and lace your fingers through his. “You’re not a loser.”

He kind of rolls his eyes, refusing to look at you. “I really feel like one.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that.” You lean into him, squeezing his hand. “I love you. You’re not a loser for taking time to figure things out.”

“Figure what out? That I’ll be working minimum wage jobs for the rest of my life? I think I get it.”

You realize words won’t help here. Sometimes Steve gets too far gone, gets way into his head. You resolve to distract him.

Laying down, you pull him on top of you. He blushes and supports himself on his forearms, eyes still not meeting yours.

“Hey,” you whisper, guiding his head to look at you. “I don’t want you to feel like a loser. I want you to feel good.”

Steve’s breath hitches. “Is this a pity fuck?”

“No!” You roll your eyes at him, poking him in the side. “It’s a comfort fuck, Stevie.”

He contemplates for a moment, looking hesitant. “You don’t have to-“

“I want you to feel good,” you repeat. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

He hesitates again. “Are you sure?”

Pulling him down to your chest, letting his head rest on it, you whisper, “I’m positive. I love you.”

He’s still for a while, listening to your heartbeat. You think for a moment that he might be falling asleep, but he slowly begins kissing at the exposed skin on your chest and neck. He gradually works his way up to your ear. “Whatever I want?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Whatever you want.”

Steve pauses, eyes locked on yours, before kissing you. It’s slow and gentle, calculated. His lips are soft and warm against yours. You’re a bit surprised - you gave him a pass to do anything, and he chose to be soft and gentle with you. So gentle; gently biting your bottom lip, gently licking into your mouth. Gently beginning to grope your breasts, gently playing with your nipples.

You sigh and relax into it, letting your eyes drift shut. Steve works his way down your neck, giving ginger kisses, stopping on occasion to suck a bruise into the skin. His cock kicks every time you sigh or moan and you can feel it on your thigh. You gasp when you feel his lips wrap around a nipple, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud.

“Steve,” you moan, tangling a hand into his hair. “Feels good so good. You’re so good at - at this.”

Your words spill warmth over Steve and he continues, desperate to hear more praise. A gentle nip; a tender flick of the tongue to soothe it. He watches your face through his lashes as he rubs his thumb over your other nipple. Your brows knit together in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, grip tight on his hair.

“L-love when you… do that,” you finally say. He gently bites down again and you cry out, back arching. “Steve!”

Smirking, he finally moves to your other breast, doing the same. You squirm under him, unable to stop yourself. And he loves it - loves the praise, loves watching you come undone because of him. It does make him feel good. Much less like a loser, at least. He makes eye contact as he plays with you and you blush deeply at his expression. He could get off just from that.

“You drive me crazy,” you admit, though you certainly didn’t need to. “So… good… at this.”

“Yeah?” he asks, finally moving away from your breasts. “I can smell how wet you are.”

You whine, pulling him back in for a kiss. He lets you tug his hair and kiss him - he would never complain about it. Steve slowly trails his fingers down your stomach and to the waistband of your pajamas. He hooks his fingers into them momentarily, then continues down. He reaches your clothed core and gently cups it, using his thumb to rub your clit through the fabric.

You moan loudly into his mouth; Steve kisses you deeper in response. His touch is so light that it hardly registers. He’s intentionally teasing, trying to drive you crazy, wanting to hear you chant his name over and over. He adds a bit of pressure and your back arches, fingers digging into Steve’s scalp. It makes him harder.

“Does anyone else make you feel like this?” he whispers against your lips.

You shake your head, unable to form words for a moment. “O-only you. I only want you.”

“More, baby,” he pleads, sweatpants tenting, slowly circling his thumb over your clit.

“I… Steve… you’re so good at this….”

He giggles. “Are you getting overwhelmed?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You look so good - Drive me crazy when you look at me like that.” You swallow hard, trying not to focus on the ache in your cunt. “You’re so handsome and you feel incredible.”

He can’t stand watching you unravel like this. It gets him too horny. Like, he can’t even think straight - he’s hyper-focused on you, the feeling of you under him, the way your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” he breathes, slowing the circles on your clit.

You force your eyes to open and they lock on Steve’s. “S-sorry. Feels so good.”

“‘s okay,” he says, moving his hand and finally tugging your pajamas down. “Need you to focus on me, though, okay? Can you do that?”

“I - I think so.”

Steve smiles again, pulling your bottoms off. He gently spreads your legs and moves between them, his breath fanning over your core. His mouth literally waters. “You smell amazing.”

But instead of paying attention to your cunt, he moves to your thighs, gently kissing the inside of them. You’re sensitive there, and you jerk occasionally, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. He knows what he’s doing - and it should be illegal for him to call himself a loser when he does this to you.

His kisses turn to bites, then hickeys. He loves marking you up, and he loves hearing the little noises you make as he does it. “Feel good?”

“So good,” you moan. “But - I need you -“

“Where?” he asks. “Talk to me.”

Your cheeks flush. “My pussy, Steve.”

“Oh,” he says, and you feel his breath fanning over it again. “Here?”

“Please?” you ask hoarsely. “I know you’ll make me feel so so good, Steve. I’ll be so good for you, I -“

Steve nestles his nose between your folds, breathing you in, and you shout. Your hand immediately wraps in his hair but he refuses to budge how you’d like him to. He rubs the bridge of it against your clit, all the way to the tip, and finally kitten licks you.

“Holy fuck!”

You feel Steve smirk as he continues, gently moving his nose back and forth on you while his tongue laps at you. He finally pulls up to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking gently.

You let out a string of expletives, none of them making any sense - Steve literally melts your brain when he pleasures you like this. Though they make no sense, it still fuels him, and he continues to alternate between his nose and his tongue.

“More!” you cry, trying to grind your hips on his face.

“What do you want?” he asks, only stopping momentarily before delving back in.

“Jesus. Christ. Fuck me, Steve, please? Please, baby? I need you so - so bad!”

You cry out when he slowly sinks his middle finger into you. He’s mesmerized by it all - the sight of you coming undone, of how wet you are; the sounds you make as you lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you; the taste of your sweet cunt; the feeling of you squeezing his finger so tight. He’s not sure that he deserves this, but when you say his name, he knows he’s where he needs to be. 

“More,” you moan again. “Please, please, please.”

“I thought I was in charge?” he snarks, just trying to tease you, readying a second finger at your entrance. 

“I’m begging, aren’t I?” you breathe. Your mouth drops when he adds a second finger, gently sucking your clit to distract you from the momentary stretch. You squeak out his name, overwhelmed, and Steve finally lets himself reach down with his free hand to free his cock from his jeans. 

Steve’s fingers gently stroke your g-spot and you tug on his hair harshly. “I’m gonna come,” you moan, moving your hips against his fingers. He pushes your hips down and slows the pace of his fingers, making your high fall dramatically.

“What’s got you comin’ so soon, hm?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your thigh. 

“You-your fingers, and the way you’re talking, and the way you look... the way you sound. You make me feel so good.” You prop yourself up on your elbows to fully look down at him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he replies, and you both look at each other for a long time until Steve’s fingers begin to move again, rapidly, and he adds a third finger while flicking his tongue against your clit. You collapse back onto the bed, legs shaking. You’re quickly on the brink.

“Ah - St-Steve -”

“Come,” he commands, and you do, easily. Shaking on his tongue as he continues using it, his fingers never ceasing on your sweet spot. He keeps this up until your hips jerk, oversensitive. And though he pulls back, he still isn’t done. 

Steve moves back towards your face, gently kissing you as your heart rate slows down. “You okay?” he whispers, petting your hair away from your face. 

“You’re incredible.” You pet his hair away from his face, too. “You’re so good at that, sweet boy.”

Steve blushes and licks his lips, smiling. “Wanna see what else I can do?”

“Tie a cherry stem with your tongue?” you tease, but you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in. 

“Can you go for another? I don’t wanna -”

“I want to feel you,” you interrupt. “You got me so stretched out on your pretty fingers, baby.” You pull him down to your lips again. “Now stretch me out on your cock.”

Don’t have to tell me twice, he thinks, reaching for a condom. He gets it on after several tries, hands shaking, and then he lines up with you. “How bad do you want me?”

“I think about your cock stretching me open every day,” you whisper. “So thick and long... no one fucks me like you do.”

He rubs his tip against your folds, rubbing his precum into your sensitive clit. “That’s nice. But it doesn’t answer my question.”

You roll your eyes, hips jerking at the sensitivity. “I want you so bad, Steve.”

He presses his tip into you, but stops. “Show me how bad.”

You whine slightly before moving your hips slowly down onto him. Steve rubs circles into your side with his thumb, trying not to groan, as you slowly stretch out on him. He can’t decide on where to look - you were too delicious. You finally stop, full of him, biting your lip at the feeling. 

Steve quirks a brow. “Come on. Show me.”

Biting your lip, you slowly ride him, unable to avert his gaze. It’s so overwhelming, both the look he’s giving you and the feeling, and you wish you could hide. Your hips move faster, legs still wrapped tight around his waist. Steve smiles when a moan finally escapes you. 

“Gettin’ stretched out, baby?” he asks, holding himself back from fucking you.

“Yes,” you moan.

“Feel good?”

You nod, unable to speak, eyes rolling back. You were still so sensitive from your last orgasm, and you were close to coming again. 

Steve finally lets himself moan, hips thrusting gently to meet yours. 

“Y- cock - so good -”

Steve pants. “You getting drunk off my cock, sweetheart?”

“Oh, God.” You roll your hips faster. “I can feel you... so deep, Steve. You’re so warm.”

“So’re you.” He can hardly speak, his hips moving as fast as yours. 

“I’m gonna come... all over your pretty cock... so fucking hot....”

Steve lets out a punched-out whine. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you,” you moan. “I - Will you come in me? Mark me up? Please?”

Steve knows it’s just talk - he’s wearing a condom - but it pushes him so close to the edge. He painfully grits his teeth together, begging himself not to come, as he reaches down to your clit again. He spits down on you and rubs tight circles around it until you cry out, nearly sobbing. “Coming!”

“Me too,” Steve groans. “Come all over my cock -”

And, as before, you come on command, shaking and shouting. Steve kisses you harshly to dull the noise; he doesn’t really want the neighbors calling the police. And it’s helpful in quelling his own voice as he comes, nearly shouting, pumping deep into you, and holding his hips there. 

When you finally part, you’re both panting and messy, holding on to each other. 

“How do you feel now, love?” you ask, pressing a kiss to Steve’s jawline. 

Steve buries his head into your chest and you wrap your arm around him. “I’m feeling much better.”

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stevenose posts #ns/fw #thanks becca!! i hope u like

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you. 

#bnha #bnha x m!reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha x male reader smut #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero x male reader #boku no hero x male reader smut #bnha x m!reader smut #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x male reader #bakugou x male reader smut #bakugou x m!reader #bakugou x m!reader smut #bnha x reader smut #boku no hero x reader smut

[songmingisthighs]

[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #timestamp #ateez timestamp #au #kpop au #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #smt timestamp

[youn9racha]

I Know (Part II)

Pairing: Changbinxfem!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: mild stalking, stripping, phone sex???, mutual masturbation, semi-exhibitionism, a tiny bit of corruption kink, and an even tinier praise kink, switch!changbin, switch!reader

Words: 2.8k

Extra Notes: like I’ve mentioned in the last part, everyone is above the age of 21 (think senior year of college age), so thats that. I’ve also noticed that the lyric is not that related to the story, but oh well :’) anyways, hope you enjoy this

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST BEFORE THIS !!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin’s calling me…

What in the world does he want to talk to me about in this ungodly hour? It wasn’t late, but it certainly wasn’t early enough for a call like this. I looked back at the window and I still see the curtains still closed, assuming he was out or maybe in another room. I answered and put the phone in my ear.

”Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)! I just wanted to call to check up on you,” he said, “how are you?”

Damn, he only called for innocent intentions... Why is he so damn cute?! (y/n), you got two choices to respond back; you either respond give him a nice sweet response, or you give a sly yet friendly comeback. It can work—

“(y/n)?” The voice out of the phone took me out of my inner self’s debate.

“Yes! Yes! I am fine,” I said, embarrassed and mentally facepalming myself. This is not doing well, he already thinks I am a creep and a loser. Or maybe not, since its seems like I heard a faint chuckle and the word “cute,” followed by, but that could just be a figment of my imagination. “How are you?”

”Oh, I am good, just came back from hanging out with Chan and Han,“ changbin responded, there were shuffling in the background so he could be doing something while on the phone, but what is it? I wouldn’t know. I heard him and Chris mentioning a ‘Han’ in our conversation we had while preparing for my apartment, so that name is familiar, however the owner’s not. “You should meet him one day, I think you both will be good friends.”

”Woah there, you better take me to dinner first before I meet your friend,” I teased. Keep it going, (y/n), you’re on the right track, you’ve definitely caught him off guard, like you always do.

“Give me a place, time, and date, you’ll get that dinner, or maybe I’ll let Chris take you.” Changbin nonchalantly said, oozing confidence just by his voice. That bitch… Always makes it harder for me than it already is. As if he saw my blushing reaction, he began laughing.

“What’s wrong, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?” He said it in a low voice. Usually, I would gag if anyone—let alone a man—calls me princess, but with him, it felt different. It felt… arousing? No! No! (y/n), get a grip!

I rolled my eyes and laid on my back to be more comfortable, “What is it, Changbin?” I said, changing the subject, “What is that you wanted to call me at 10 p.m?” Yes, pretend like he didn’t just call you princess in the sexiest tone of voice you’ve ever heard. Totally would work.

”I told you, I just want to check up on you,“ he confessed but he also paused to say something further, “and also I am bored and I kinda felt like talking to you. I’m not wasting your time, aren’t I?” Although I couldn’t see him, he does however sound really sincere with his words. I don’t want to sound naive, but he sounded truthful.

“No,” I shook my head, “you really didn’t, besides I just got out the shower and was just scrolling through instagram.” I said, looking down in my nails.

”Oh, really?” He said, “were you going to sleep?”

”No, I stay on social media for a long period of time, I don’t sleep that easily“

”I see,” he said, but then he stopped talking. As the awkward silence has erupted between us, I started to think more about the first time I saw him and how I felt. While I thought it would be better for me to tell him later on and on person, but this balloon inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as guilt is inflating it. I sighed and started to speak, “Hey Changbin.”

”Yeah?”

“Can I confess you to something?”

”Tell me anything, doll, I’m all ears.”

Dammit! You’re not making it easier.

I bit my lips, “uhh,” I am glad he wasn’t looking at me, grimacing and slapping my head.

”You know hitting yourself isn’t gonna help,” as soon as Changbin uttered these words, my heart sank. My eyes widened as I got up and looked out window. His curtains were open, and it showcase a very, very pleasant show.

I see Changbin, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing me as his black shirt was fitting his form really well, especially with the semi-flexed arm that has his phone near his ears meanwhile the other arm was holding the elbow of the occupied arm. He was look at me straight at my eyes when we made eye contact, and fuck, was that an image to look at. As I looked like a deer going through a headlight, Changbin tilted his head in confusion, but he still had a smirk, “what is it you wanted to me?” he said through the phone.

”I-I“ I stuttered. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of dignity and my self thought, I am about to get called a creep by a good looking man I met not too long. Here goes nothing.

”I may have invaded your privacy,” I said, which caused Changbin to furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion, still having a slight smile to it. “What are you talking about?”

”Ugh, Changbin, I saw you half naked when apartment touring numerous times!” I yelled in frustration, as he kept pushing my button. I looked away, not bearing to look at him, as I closed my eyes out of guilt. “I understand if you don’t want to be friend, even though we met for only a week, but I just couldn’t bear the guilt that I—“

As I confessed, I heard a laugh coming put of the phone, I opened my eyes and looked at Changbin looking down, with shoulders shaking up and down. Now, I have the confused look that he had, “What’s funny?”

“Oh, princess, you have no idea,” He said, still looking down. Me still being bemused, he noticed my silence and looked up at my frowned face.

”I know…” He smirked, while my eyes were widened. Son of a bitch.

”W-wh-“

“I thought you knew that I’m doing all this on purpose, I’ve been trying to catch your attention every single way.” He leaned forward, placing both elbows in his knees, “I thought you were smart, only to be a gullible baby.” He whispered the last part, as I gulped at the last part. God damn, he’s so intense with his gaze. His eyes wandering all over me meanwhile maintaining a very dark yet exciting aura, which typically puts me off but now, I’ve never wanted to pounce a man so badly.

I smirked at him, the guilt I had had fizzled away, only to replace with arousal.

“So you’re not mad?” I looked at him, with innocent eyes, now laying on my side, facing him, as my robe slipped and exposed a part of my shoulder and the upper of my chest. He breathed in, as he was examining me, “no, why would I be mad at you?” He leaned back, as his head was thrown back, neck exposed, placing his free hand on the back of his neck.

God, is he so fine…

”I could never be mad at my precious baby.” He smiled a seductive smile at me, which made me riled up by rolling my eyes and looking up. “You like getting called that, don’t you?” He may have said it in a question form, but it didn’t feel like one, it was rather a statement than a question. “Hm,” I said, looking back at him, eyes half opened out of hunger for him.

We had an intense eye contact, where if it weren’t for the distant and the glass that is placed in front of us, we’d probably be all over each other.

”Has your hang out with Han and Chris worn you out?” I asked, decievingly innocent. Man, the power this man has over me is no joke. He scoffed, “so you’re just going to mention other men like that?”

Ignoring him, I got up, letting the towel that was loosely in my head fall onto my bed, and went closer to the window, “let me relieve you of your stress, if you don’t mind.” I shyly fidgeted on my robe belt. He looked at me up and down, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t as well.”

There’s nothing more sexier than mutual consent. (y/n), shut up, don’t ruin the moment.

I smiled and backed away from the window. I put my phone on speaker and put it on the side. I looked back at him, as I held onto my robe belt, he looked at me with a smile. I turned around with a slight sway on my hips, as I slowly undid my belt, slowly exposing my back at him, smiling as I heard a shuddering breath coming out of the phone.

As the robe completely fell off my body, being just in my underwear, exposing whatever secret flaws that has been hidden from the public. I silently gasp at the cool breeze as I held onto my chest, sensing my nipples getting hard. “Turn around for me, baby,” Changbin’s breathy voice echoed all over the room.

We may not be in the same room, and we maybe exposing ourselves to whoever is above and under us as well, but neither of us care. In our eyes, we only got each other, and we’re the only ones in existence.

I turned to him, letting go of my breasts and letting myself be bare, only to see him palming himself through his tight pants, groaning at his lack of full on skin-to-skin touch. It’s like he was waiting for me to tell him touch himself, which proved correct when he said, “please, let me touch myself.”

I smiled sympathetically, and also slightly astonishingly. I have never met a man with such switch like that. His dominating demeanor has faded and been replaced to a submissive cutie, which I obviously seem to admire very much. Pretending to thinking, I sat down, and looked at him, putting my hands behind me, “only if you give me a show too.”

I smirked at his state. He was disheveled, and adorned a beet tint all across his cheeks and nose. He looked beaten, but I loved it, and he does too. He put his phone on speaker too, quickly got up, and rapidly got his shirt.

“Ah ah!” I said, which caused him to freeze, looking at me, desparation was seeping through his eyes. Menacingly smiling, “slowly.”

Which he obeyed, surprisingly patient and sensual, I jokingly remarked that “he got dancer hips,” with the way he took off clothes while his hips moved in a way not many who can control their bodies can. He chuckle, “you should see how it works wonder,” his cocky attitude has made a comeback, which should piss me off but it made the whole thing hotter than it already is.

We’re both in our underwear, looking up at our eyes and looking down at each other’s half-nude bodies. Changbin wasn’t the tallest man I have ever met—not that it matters—, but he got many aspects that makes up for it, and its not just looks or personality. Just by the outline, I can tell that his little guy wasn’t little.

I propped myself with my elbows as I spread my legs, for him to see the wet spot that is stained in my underwear. He grunted at the sight, while I chuckle, “you like what you see?” I faux-innocently asked as I trailed my hand from my neck, making my head fall back, down to the valley of my chest, onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Fuck…” Changbin cursed, admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to see me in a state like this, not many have the privilege, especially not with men I met in a short amount of time.

I tugged my panties, took it off and exposed a part that he was dying to see, which caused him to gulp. He sighed with a smile, “god damn, (y/n),“ he shook his head in disbelie, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, but now I’m convinced you’re a goddess“

I giggle at his words, “and you, sir, are a demon disguised as a greek god” I teased back, tracing my two fingers around my lips, I noticed that he still was in his underwea. He still waited for my permission. How adorable.

”You can take off your underwear, Binnie” I didn’t even mean to give him the nickname, but I was too excited to even think straight. I looked at him, and saw him reveal his friend, and I gasped loudly, which made Changbin alert. “What? Whats wrong?”

”Nothing, its just,” I chuckle, “you have a nice dick.”

”Thank you,” He smirked as he sat down and looked at me, with full attention. I put my two fingers into my mouth, while maintaining eye contact. I then trailed my finger down to clit, which resulted in me letting out a blissful gasp. Meanwhile, Changbin was repositioning to a comfortable position as he began to touch himself, which caused him to let out a choked out groan.

”Binnie, as you touching yourself?” I half-whispered, but it was still loud enough for him hear along with my fingers movements that moved from my clit onto my slit, which made me moan.

”Ah-y-yes” Changbin groaned and nodded, as he was stroking his dick following the pace that I was going at.

After hearing Changbin’s groans, I began inserting my fingers at my slit, making me whimper in the process, “oh, fuck” I cursed, as I started to thrust my fingers in and out, noises coming out of my mouth along with the wetness of my pussy were getting louder, which excited Changbin, as his stroking was audible through the phone along with his beautiful groans.

“god, (y/n), if only I could touch you,” Changbin spoke through groans when he saw me fondling my breast and going faster. I was getting louder with my noises, in contrast of Changbin’s quite yet beautiful and audible noises. So much so, it sounds like Changbin was watching porn, rather than getting fucked at a distance.

“Ah-are-fuck-are you close?” Changbin asked through whines, his speech was getting difficult as he was getting closer to climax with his strokes going as fast as I was.

I nodded, out of struggle of speech, whining out, “Ah! Binnie!”

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m—“ Changbin grunted, as his strokes was started to get sloppy, he began to thrust onto his hands. I began to feel like something burning up in my stomach, moaning at the sensation, “Chang—I’m cummin— I’m cumming”

“Me too…” He choked on his words, as his groans and moans were also getting louder. Our phone voices combined was dirty but erotic, topped with the scene of two people masturbating to each other, now thats even a hotter view.

“Binnie!”

“Go ahead, baby... cum”

And just like that, I let out a squeal as I reached my peak, still playing with myself until I sensed an overstimulation. Not too long after, I was hearing a lot of grunt from the call and then I looked at Changbin, who ended up cumming onto his stomach, his chest raising up and down, letting himself catch his breath. Still out of breath, we both looked at each other, we both laughed at our fucked out state.

“Holy fuck, was that hot?” Changbin commented, taking the phone, putting it out of his speaker and back to his ear. I laughed at his sudden remark, nodding, “oh yeah, can’t wait to feel what you feel like,” I bit my lip.

”At least buy me dinner first,” He teased, referring to the remark I had at the time, which made me roll my eyes and him to chuckle. “You’re a dick,” I said.

”A big one, and a pretty one according to you,” He teased again. I started to jokingly groan at his words, causing him to laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

I got up and picked the phone, looking at him, “I had fun, we should do this again,” him and I started exchanging a smile, this time it was more pure than the smiles we had earlier. He nodded, “for sure, but the next time is going to be in one of our beds, I really need to touch you.”

”The feeling is mutual.”

We began to talk a little more, until we both have felt that slumber was starting to sneak up onto our eyes. We both ultimately had to hang up, since we don’t want to raise our phone bills with our already long call. While facing away from the window, I couldn’t help but started admire Changbin in my head.

I typically hate men, but Changbin wasn’t just like any man.

He was Changbin, and I highly doubt that you’ll ever find a man like him.

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[mrsalwayswrite]

Magic and Firelight (Ivar x reader)

Oh God. you know how I said I never write smut....apparently I lied. I blame this entire thing on @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ and @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ for encouraging this. All. Their. Faults. 

This one-shot was inspired by the moodboard created by the ever-lovely @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ for a challenge. In the challenge she had to use Ivar, MagicAU and Licking....so I made sure to incorporate those themes into this written one-shot.  

Also this does not fit anywhere in the Vikings timeline because I want everyone alive and marginally happy, ok? So everyone lives in Kattegat but think season 5a Ivar. 

Warnings: SMUT, unexpected feels, like one swear word. 

Words: 4200

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​ @evelynshelby​ @pomegranates-and-blood​ 

reminder: not my moodboard. this entire, glorious thing belongs to @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ who was kind enough to let me use it.

  Revelry filled the air, coating everything in the Great Hall like a fresh snowfall. The feast was well underway. The smell of roasted meat and ale rose steadily into the air, along with the laughter and cheers of those still in attendance. A contest of strength just finished, the loser ending up with blood dripping from his nose, tainting his teeth, as he laughed uproariously. 

 A joyous shout shot through the hall. The signal of the next form of entertainment. Fists pounded on the tables in delight, a few exclamations arising amongst the sound. All noise ceased when a slow drumbeat began, like the echo of a steady heart. It sunk into the skin, traveling to the chest until one's heartbeat matched in echo. 

 Ivar shifted in his seat near the base of the thrones. They both sat empty behind him, his mother having retired long ago, and Ragnar at a nearby table with Floki and a few others, laughing with a flushed face and ale horn in hand. Glancing around his table, he could see the wild excitement in his brothers' eyes…. for they all knew what came next. 

 As the drumbeat started to increase, the first of the swirling dancers emerged. Their bodies covered in thin fabric that teased as much as it covered, leaving one longing for a glimpse only to be denied as she continued her provocative movements. The six beautiful women moved through the tables like swans gliding through water, each step, each sway of their hips graceful and in tune with the beat.

 "Who are they?" Ivar asked gruffly. These women were not the normal entertainment at a feast. Nor did he did not recognize any of them. 

 "They came with a trader from the Mediterranean." Ubbe answered, never removing his eyes from the dancers. "He petitioned with father yesterday to allow them the chance to entertain us in the way of their people…. or something along those lines."

 "Remind me to ask that trader where they are specifically from, because I know where I am going to explore next." Hvitserk stated with a smirk. 

 Ubbe bumped shoulders with Hvitserk, an unspoken agreement in the action. 

 Ivar rolled his eyes at their antics and turned his gaze back to the dancers…. Only to freeze when one locked eyes with him. 

 She stood across the fire, the flames appeared to lick and dance upon her skin. Every curve, each dip of her luxurious body highlighted in the flickering light. Her hair hung long, swaying with each movement, its own form of enticement. It was those eyes though, that held him spellbound to her. Large, luminous orbs that seemed to peer into his soul, that stole the very breath from his lungs. All he could do was stare as she danced. Each movement was pure elegance and seduction. The whole time those mesmerizing eyes kept him spellbound, oblivious to all but her. With her eyes locked on him, it felt she danced only for him. Each twirl of her body, each shake of her barely clad hips, her hands tracing patterns in the air, it all felt like a dance to entrance him. To maintain his attention. To rile up his blood and desire for her. To make him yearn for her with his whole body and soul. 

 When she finally released him from her gaze to spin away, he gasped in a lungful of air. Not realizing until now how he had forgotten to breathe while watching her, so enthralled by her, even air became unnecessary. 

 "You alright, Ivar?"

 The raven-haired Ragnarsson looked at Hvitserk, noticing the smile that teased the corners of his mouth. 

 "This is the closest he's seen a naked woman besides Margrethe and we all know how that went." Sigurd snarked, bringing his cup of ale to his lips. 

 "Shut up before I rip your tongue out and feed it to the flames." He snarled at his curly-haired brother. Fury stirred in the hollow of his chest like a wild animal threatening to tear apart its cage. 

 Ubbe smacked the table. "Enough. Both of you."

 The table quieted as their focus returned to the dancers. Eyes searching the hall, a slow-growing panic simmered in Ivar's gut as he could not see her. The other five dancers spun and twirled about, their bodies an example of art in motion. 

 Without warning, the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder caused his head to whip to the side, ready to demand blood from the one with the audacity to touch him…. Only to be met with those eyes that made him flustered and hot all over. 

 With her touches tender, she trailed her hand from his shoulder up his neck to cup the side of his face. Even if the need arose, he would be unable to remove himself from her sensual touch and her penetrating gaze, bewitched by her to remain still. Never before had he felt so exposed to someone. Even the times when he broke bones and had to be carried like a child, humiliation ripping into his skin. Now he felt undone as she beheld him, consumed by her with just a look. If the other dancers were art, then she, this divine beauty beside him, was a masterpiece, crafted by the gods themselves.

 Waves of jealousy rolled off his brothers, crashing against him like stormy waves on a beach but for once, he did not care. His eyes stayed glued to her, hypnotized by her very presence. 

 Suddenly he found himself facing her, unable to remember when he turned away from the table. She stood between his brace-clad legs, gazing down at him. Her fingers traced over his cheek, only to land at his mouth. Her thumb rubbed his bottom lip, encouraging his lips to part. Unable to resist her, he obliged, lips parting slightly. She made no further move, either to draw away or closer. His heart beat rapidly with excitement and mischief. A streak of wicked intent made his lips curl slightly, giving him away. His leather-bound hands reached out for her thighs; the soft skin almost foreign beneath his calloused-hardened fingers. In the same instant, he nipped at her thumb, still lingering on his bottom lip. Then he waited for her reaction with an impish smirk.  

 She chuckled, a sultry, honeyed sound that flowed straight to his useless cock and made him shiver in delight. 

 Never removing her eyes from his, she reached down to grab one of his hands on her exposed thighs. Then torturously slow, she guided it up the contours of her body, his hand caressing her hip, up her stomach and between her full breasts until his hand was at her mouth. Without waiting, she encouraged two of his fingers within. As her tongue swiped and sucked on his fingers like they were a tasty treat, Ivar lost all ability to think or resist. His hand still on her, gripped her thigh to ground himself, to confirm this was not a dream. 

 Women never paid attention to him, never looked at him with lust. After the latest raid in England where he proved his prowess in strategy and as a warrior, less women looked at him with disgust.

 But never this. 

 Never had one put him under a spell that made him want to sell his soul to possess her. Never had he seen desire darken a woman's eyes as they beheld him. Never had his own body and mind reacted with such a carnal, animalistic instinct. 

 He pulled his fingers from her mouth and dropped his hand to curl around her throat with just the slightest pressure. "Are you a thrall?"

 "No." She answered in a breathy tone, that only intensified his growing lust. Then she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, those barely contained breasts almost in his face. "Do with me what you want, Ivar the Boneless. I am yours tonight."

 Whatever previous desire bubbled in his veins exploded at hearing her alluring whisper. A guttural groan lodged in his throat. The hunger for her reached an all-consuming, feverish pitch. Without a word, he pushed himself to his feet, slipping the crutch under his arm. "Come."

 He half expected her to laugh and walk away but instead, she traced a hand down the tunic over his torso with a purr of pleasure. Then when she looked up at him coyly once more, he was halfway to throwing her onto the table behind him to ravish her right there. 

 She silently followed him back to his room. The whole walk his mind raged, both in desire and fear. He knew he could not pleasure her as a man but this ethereal creature that followed him deserved to be worshipped. And she had chosen him tonight. Out of all those in the hall, including his brothers…. she chose him. 

 He vowed to make sure she did not regret it. 

 He dismissed his personal thrall as they walked in, pleased to see the fire lit in the small hearth and furs laid out before it. The door closed, echoing in the room. Once alone, he moved over to sit on a nearby stool, leaning his crutch on the wall behind him. 

 She watched the fire, standing in the middle of his room. Her clothing appeared almost translucent in this light, a way of directing and guiding the eye along her perfect body. 

 "Take off your clothes." He commanded in a husky tone. 

 With a seductive wink back at him, she tugged on the few ties keeping the minimal clothing on her flawless body. In a moment, everything pooled at her feet….and he damn near swallowed his tongue. Bare before him, he was convinced there was nothing more stunning, more gorgeous than her. She put every sunset to shame, every spring flower, every star to grace the night sky, nothing could ever compare to her. 

 "Dance for me, my beauty." 

 A beguiling smile on her lips, she watched him for a moment. Then she began to move. A slow sway of her hips, hands trailing up her body to rise above her head. 

 There was no force that could tear his gaze away from her. When she danced in the Great Hall, he had been memorized…. but now, it would be sinful to remove his eyes from her graceful form. The circular motion of her hips, her hands tracing the curves of her body, the heavy-lidded eyes that watched him. He wanted nothing more than to sit at her feet for eternity and watch her dance. To worship at her altar and bestow her with gifts from the Aesir. 

 Then she began to spin slowly, allowing him to see all of her, a music leading her that only she was aware of. At one point, she squatted down and slowly rose, only to snap her hips up in a way that made him audibly growl. His hands were clenched in his lap, desperate to touch her, to replace her hands with his as they caressed her body. 

 Finally he could stand it no longer, this enchanting, sensual dance that made his blood boil ceaselessly with desire. 

 He swallowed thickly, mouth dry. "Go by the fire." He demanded. 

 If she was confused by his command, she said nothing. Turning around she sashayed over to the furs laid in front of the small hearth in his room. His eyes greedily drunk in the curves of her body as she moved. She laid down on the pile of furs before the hearth, unashamed in her nudity. With the colors of the flames and shadows painted across her body, she appeared ethereal. Something only for the gods to view. Perfection at its purest form.

 Sitting on the stool, he quickly worked the straps of his braces, never taking his eyes off her. Unwilling to miss her glory for even a moment. She laid on her side, gaze on him. One hand propped her head up while the other skimmed those curves highlighted by the flames. 

 Once freed, he crawled over to her like the predator he was. Hunger and domination with each placement of his hands and shift of his shoulders. There was no doubt who was in control. His fierce gaze never removed from her, keeping her pinned with the same strength as if ropes held her down. As he approached, she silently rolled onto her back, an intensity in those eyes as they watched him and a kittenish smile on her lips. With that, he crawled up her body until he hovered over her, blanketing her perfect form. Then he waited. Staring down at her, he was shocked once again that she chose him. That she currently lay beneath, pliant to his touch and commands. It was a powerful and dark sensation. To have this control, this power over her….to have her at his mercy. A more rapturous feeling than killing Christian priests or obliterating any army. 

 "Ivar…." She sighed out, tracing the line of his jaw with her finger. "Don't keep me waiting."

 A crooked grin grew on his face. Here lay this Valkyrie, this goddess, this divine creature beneath him, begging for him. Without wasting a moment, his mouth descended on her skin, his arms holding himself just above her. He placed open-mouth kisses along her chest, loving the soft sounds of pleasure it drew from her. His tongue traced the curve of her breasts, paying special attention to the tattoo of a flower between them. Suddenly he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her back to arch. Her hand flew up to grip his braids, as he sucked and licked the bud until it was hard and peaked, then he switched to the other side to repeat his ministrations. 

 "Ivar…." She moaned, tugging on his braids, hips rolling beneath them. 

 "Shhhh…. soon." He nipped at the side of her breast, pleased with the heat that flared in her eyes. "We go at my pace…. and I plan on taking my time."

 Slowly he slithered his way down her body, his tongue leading the way over her soft skin. There was nowhere he did not worship with his mouth, nowhere safe that his tongue did not covetously explore. By the time he was done with her, his mouth and tongue intimately knew every inch of her and the erotic sounds those spots drew from her lips. With a long swipe of his tongue starting at her sternum, he trailed it down between her breasts to her belly only to end at the top of her womanhood. 

 He glanced up from between her legs, the scent of her arousal a beacon for him to follow. She laid there, bathed in flames, coated in his saliva, chest rising and falling like the waves of the seas, with her eyes closed and mouth partly open. Never had he witnessed anything more magnificent. 

 "Still with me, my beauty?"

 Her eyes fluttered open to peek at him, a tantalizing smile on her lips. "Always."

 With that, he dove into her. His mouth feasted on the juices coming from her womanhood. It was nothing like he expected. She tasted sweeter than honey, stronger than ale. He continued to lap and lick her, wanting more, needing more of her taste. For he swore, this was the nectar of the gods. A sweet ambrosia not meant for mortal men. 

 Her cries of pleasure doubled his resolve to ravish her with his tongue. To bring her such pleasure that she would always remember him. He flicked at her clit with his tongue, watching her keen to the ceiling above. Her hips rolled as he sucked at her folds with reckless abandon. 

 Each mewl and cry from her mouth, made him feel like a god. Each chanting of his name seemed to strengthen his body to continue. Even as he laid on the floor, propped up on his elbows, her legs over his shoulders, he felt no pain. As if her ecstasy flowed back into him. Instead of the constant ache of pain from his legs that clawed at his mind ceaselessly, for once it was silenced. All he was aware of…. was her. As if she invaded his body and possessed his mind. 

 If he was to die now, with her cries of pleasure filling his ears, he knew Odin would still allow him into Valhalla. For to bring this celestial being pleasure must be akin to the glory of battle. His blood roared in his ears, forcing him to continue, desperate for more. Her taste on his tongue was a craving he never knew he had until now. In the cradle of her thighs was his new favorite place to exist. 

 When she peaked, when her pleasure overwhelmed her and his name was screamed into the very heavens above, he greedily ate away at her, drinking everything down and still yearning for more. He licked at her womanhood through the aftershocks, her taste and scent all his senses wanted to know. 

 Once satisfied, he peered up at her, expecting to see her blissed-out, eyes closed and immobile. Instead what he witnessed made him freeze, unable to move.

 She observed him with eyes that glowed like two full moons on the darkest of nights. 

 Where once he had been the predator, intent on devouring her, adamant to possess her…. now he understood. He was the prey. He was the one caught in the spider's web. He was the one now owned by her alone. Those glowing eyes entranced him, preventing him from looking away, sealing his mouth shut to call out. Unable to do anything but gawk at her in a bewildered, longing awe. 

 Slowly she leaned up, staring at him. He could not remember moving. All his mind could fathom were those eyes…. those glowing orbs that he swore had seen Valhalla, that galaxies swirled amidst, that stole his soul and branded her mark on him. When he next blinked, he was sitting, with her straddling his lap, in all her exquisite, naked glory. Her eyes beheld him with softness, her hands a gentle weight on his shoulders, even her bare breasts pressed against his chest, all of it alluded a power that could only be answered with reverence. 

 "Who…. are you?" He stuttered out. 

 She smiled; a captivating thing that made him want to worship her again but also sink his teeth into her bottom lip. "I have been called many things throughout my life. But tonight, those names do not matter. Tonight, I am simply y/n…. Tonight, I am here for you."

 "Y/n?"

 She purred as if the name stoked a fire within her. "Yes, my valiant warrior." Her hand tangled in his braids again, almost guiding his head to the side as her plump lips skimmed his jawline. "I have heard your prayers, seen your cries. I cannot give you your legs but I will give you what I can."

 A quake raced up his spine. "What?"

 "Shhhh…. surrender to me." 

 Hesitantly, she pressed her lips to his, as if giving him time to pull away. Instead, he felt a jolt shoot through him. He groaned, opening his mouth, allowing her to take control. He had thought her taste as he lapped greedily at her core was ambrosia, but her mouth…. oh, the taste of her mouth was both death and life combined. Something so intoxicating and potent, it stole the very breath from his lungs while a vitality bleed into his veins simultaneously.  Her mouth held him prisoner, a melding of their lips and tongues that scorched him in every way deliciously possible. 

 "Do you feel it?" She whispered, before delving into his mouth again with an even greater need. 

 And he did. By this point, his legs should be screaming at him, especially with her weight on his thighs. Instead there was no pain, no ache. Only blissful tingles danced on his nerves and a fire stirred in his belly. 

 He wrenched his mouth from hers, eyes wide and panting as he gawked at her. 

 "I cannot heal you," she quietly said, eyes still glowing, "but I can take some of your pain in exchange for the pleasure you gave me."

 Unexpected tears welled in his eyes. Pain, his constant companion since birth, now was barely a blip on his mental radar. He dropped his head to her chest, overwhelmed by the lessened pain and bliss coursing through his veins. As he thought about it, as he feasted on her, every lick, every caress of his tongue against her, pain drained from his body like slow droplets of water. It was only now he noticed, so caught up in her exquisite taste, that he easily could become drunk on and never wish to be sober again. 

 She spoke against his ear, authority and power ringing in each word. "Hear my words, Ivar the Boneless. Your fame will live on for generations. You will not be forgotten, in this life or the next. This is my final gift that I give you."

 She drew his face back to hers, pressing her lips to his in a fiery, desperate kiss. Her words, her touch, her taste, everything felt seared into the very marrow of his bones. A burst of white light and ecstasy flooded through him, making him wonder for a second if he died. 

 When he opened his eyes, mind hazy as if intoxicated, it was to find himself alone. Frantic, he looked around. Yet there was nothing to show of her presence. Not even her discarded clothes lay on the floor anymore. 

 "No….no, no, no." He mumbled, refusing to believe she was gone…. but there was no denying the truth. Yet even as he sat there, tears still slipping down his cheeks, he could feel her presence with the absence of pain. He could still taste her on his tongue. Strength and vitality flowed through his crippled body in ways he had never felt before. 

 He was unsure how long he sat there before a quick knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. It opened to reveal Hvitserk who cautiously stepped in, eyes scanning the room. 

 "You alright, brother?"

 Ivar wondered at the stupid question then realized he must be referring to the evidence of tears still staining his cheeks. Hastily he wiped them away on his sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

 "We thought we heard something…. I came to check on you." He tilted his head and scanned the room once again. "Where is she?"

 Ivar turned his face to the fire, without answering. How could he explain all that just occurred without sounding mad? That a glorious being chose him, used him for her pleasure and then gave him priceless gifts. No, no one would believe that. This was a memory, a present for him alone to cherish. 

 "You know if you need advice with pleasuring a woman, I am more than willing to help. They do call me the love guru." Hvitserk chuckled but immediately silenced at the stony glare Ivar sent his way. "Um, right. Well, I'll head back out." He started to walk away but stopped at Ivar's call. 

 "Wait!" When Hvitserk turned back around, Ivar swallowed thickly then continued. "What…. what color are my eyes?"

 The flaxen-haired brother moved closer. "Um, blue…. a vibrant blue…. they almost look like they are glowing but with a veil over them. I've never seen them like that before. Are you feeling alright? Do you want help getting to your bed?"

 Ivar smiled longingly, his chest squeezing at his brother's words. "No….no, I feel… I feel great, Hvitty."

 "Um, sure. Do you need anything?"

 "No, you can go back out to the feast."

 "Okay, good night, Ivar."

 Ivar did not answer, only just hearing the door closing as turned back to face the dancing flames. His mind drifted to thinking about her, his beauty. 

 Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something nestled between the furs. Carefully he maneuvered himself over to gently grab it, curiosity pushing him forward despite caution. Cradling it in his hand like a priceless treasure, he now could see what it was; a pendant, only the size of his thumb, but it was in the color and shape of a full moon and an etching that matched the tattoo of the flower between her breasts. 

 "Y/n." He whispered, as if prompted by something to say her name. To his surprise, the pendant glowed faintly for a moment, so reminiscent of her eyes before dulling back. 

 "Thank you." He slipped his necklace off with Thor's hammer and added the pendant. Once back on his neck, he lifted the pendant and kissed it, only to stifle a moan as the faintest hints of her taste tingled on his lips. 

 Feeling euphoric, he laid back on the pile of furs, pressing the pendant to his lips. He closed his eyes, trying to remember every moment with her. He prayed that he could see her once again, either in this life or in Valhalla. For he knew, there would never be another like her. He had no idea who or what she was, only the name she gave him. A name that would be branded upon his heart and soul for all eternity. 

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[honey-coloured-passion]

It’s A Secret (Sapnap x Reader)

first fic first fic!

summary: Dream convinces you and Sap to join a competition where the loser gets exposed, but nothing ever goes as planned when your favorite boy is involved : )

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard in my life.” you laughed, rolling your eyes at Sapnap and Dream’s antics. “C’monnn it’ll be so funny the viewers will eat it up!” Dream cooed while you groaned “you say that cuz you always get like more views than Sap and I combined!” To which Dream choked out laughter through his familiar wheeze. “Oh come on, how much money for you to do it?” you heard Sapnap die from laughter over the call at Dream’s bribe before he piped up, “whoever gets exposed you’re buying dinner Dream,” and Dream immediately agreed. “Absolutely worth it, you in y/n?” and you shook your head, “why the hell not I guess.”

You started up your stream, adjusting your headset nervously as you watched chat speed up at the title “Least viewers gets exposed vs Dream and Sap” all confused as to what was going on as their three favorite streamers all went live simultaneously. “Gooooood day chat what’s up!” you grinned, thanking a couple gifters and waiting to see Dream pop up in team speak to give the challenge information. “You guys better stick with me today, I don’t wanna lose the secret challenge,” you laughed, noticing Sap and Dream joined the channel.

“Ready to learn the rules dear viewers?” Dream laughed maniacally. You watched your chat going absolutely crazy. 

“Here’s how it works, we are gonna stream for thirty minutes doing everything we can to get the most viewers, then the person with the least at the end has to tell a secret they wrote down on stream, and trust me guys they’re all sooo good.” Dream wheezed while Sapnap chuckled before continuing. “We all told our secrets to George who didn’t want to stream with us cuz he’s lazy but it works cuz now he’s our keeper, so it’ll be fair and George can confirm all the secrets are crazy,” Your chat was losing it’s mind asking you what your secret was. 

“So let the view-competition begin” and with that, Dream left the call. “Sap you gonna stay and hang or leave?” you asked, racking your brain to find a way to get hella viewers as soon as possible. “I’ll hang” Sapnap answered to your relief. “Good I can farm your viewers then,” you teased with a giggle. Then your phone started to buzz, and you saw Dream was tweeting out the information and begging for people to come to his stream. “Oh hell no, chat help me out!” you laughed, going to tweet on your own account. 

10 minutes in: Dream 68k, You 43k, Sapnap 39k.

“Sapnapppp I’m so excited to learn your deepest darkest secret” you cooed with an evil laugh while Sapnap punched your minecraft character. “Whatever I’ll clutch up, work smarter not harder dear y/n,” you could hear the playful tone in his voice, swallowing the butterflies that kept trying to surface. “How can you work smarter if you barely have a braincell dork!” you teased, beginning to crit out his character when he realized, pearling away with a screech. “You do NOT want to play this game with me I’ll destroy you,” he ate a golden apple then began running towards you axe in hand while you screeched, running away. 

15 minutes in: Dream 65k, Sapnap 45k, You 44kk.

“Sapnap how the hell did you convince four different channels to raid you in the past five minutes WHAT” you pouted with a laugh, knowing you could beat him in viewers if you just got one or two more raids. “Mhm a magician never reveals his tricks,” you rolled your eyes though your chat kept spamming “why is y/n blushing so much?” and “SIMPNAP SIMPNAP” because Sapnap was helping you decorate and finish the design of your house. You had to agree with chat, he was adorable, bringing you flowers, collecting the exact type of wood you needed, helping to fill your chests, you were beginning to forget about the competition and just enjoy his presence. 

20 minutes in: Dream 68k, Sapnap 46k, You 45k.

“Oh my god it’s so close between you guys” Dream wheezed as he joined your voice channel. “Hey Dreammm wanna send me some stray viewers?” you giggled while Dream denied you. “Mhm no but maybe you can ask Mr. Simpnap to send you some of his? Heard it’s not the only thing he’s been giving you and I figured I’d crash the date.” Dream teased, his tone dangerous while Sapnap exclaimed, “hell no I’m not losing this competition and I am not a simp, especially not for y/n” Sapnap drew out your name, you could hear the smile you adored dancing on his lips. Chat was going crazy, though it was pretty well known how close you and Sapnap were due to the two of you always being on call together and just being found on the SMP hanging out, it was rare the two of you gave the fans this much flirting in one stream. Not that there weren’t hundreds of Y/N x Sapnap compilations on youtube of people pointing out how you and Sap had been in a TeamSpeak room together alone for five hours straight, or him getting defensive of you on the SMP, or him constantly complimenting your skill during MCC’s. Not to mention you always asking where Sapnap was, or someone else asking and you answering quickly, showing how frequently the two of you talked. Needless to say, he was one of your best friends, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from destroying him in this competition. 

25 minutes in: Dream 78k, Sapnap 54k, You 51k.

“Hello to my new viewers! Glad you came back to support! Huge shoutout to Niki for the raid and all the raiders who stayed I love y’all!” Your palms were getting sweaty, you needed to get 3k viewers in five minutes or George was gonna drop one of your most embarrassing secrets to the world. “How are you feeling Miss Y/n?” Dream teased, he knew he was safe. “Shut up Dream if I lose I’m ordering some expensive ass food for you to pay for,” you shot back, making him die of laughter. “At least I’m not the one who’s gonna get exposed in front of like 180 thousand views,” you flipped off the camera with a grin, hoping he was looking at your stream. 

28 Minutes in: Dream 78k Sapnap 55k, You 51k.

“Man I think it’s over what do you think Sap?” Dream teased while you laughed, still hopeful that something could happen in two minutes. “Eh I say give it another minute then we call it. You never know” Sap replied cooly. “Shut up you’re like 4 thousand people ahead it’s over for me” you pretended to cry, making Sapnap and Dream break into laughter. “You really don’t wanna lose huh.” Sapnap said, “um duh, this sucks,” you answered, quickly refreshing your view count. 

Then something crazy happened. 

~Sapnap is raiding with a party of 55k~

30 minutes, time up: You 110k, Dream 78k, Sapnap 0.

“WHAT” Dream was the first to scream. You did a triple take before screeching into the mic “SAPNAP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” to which he quietly replied, “I didn’t want you to be sad.” making your cheeks flush to an ungodly warmth. “Oh- uh does this still count? What’s happening?” you reached for your water bottle when George joined the call. 

“Interesting ending, but I know the secret so I guess I’d say it makes sense” You froze. “What the hell does that mean?” You said, noticing Sapnap had turned on his camera function in the call. “O-ok, George you gonna announce his secret?” Dream tried to take control, noticing his chat was spinning out of control. George piped up, "I think it’s better Sapnap says it. I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t chicken out,” Then Sapnap cleared his throat. “Well so uh, I guess my secret is...” You saw him look straight into the camera, his eyes felt like they were meeting yours.

“I like you y/n. Like a lot.”

Your jaw fell open, George and Dream began screaming and whooping, and your chat absolutely lost it’s mind, going so fast your chat function crashed. Your immediate reaction was to mute yourself on stream. “I’m muted now- Sap- Nick, are you serious?” you gulped, staring at Sapnap’s video while he couldn’t stop grinning. “You really think I’d do all this just to lie? No chance in hell. We can talk about it after stream but I thought it’d be fun to do it live. I can help you end stream if you want?” Your brain was flying high, your heart beating out of your chest, and your mods were begging for help. 

“O-okay. Uh hey chat! Nice stream today, record high viewer ship thanks to uh- Nick- Sapnap, thanks to Sapnap um, I’m gonna get off now,” You took a few deep breaths, gaining your traction before continuing. You hovered your mouse over the end stream button but decided you had one more thing to say. Leaning close into the mic with a smile you whispered, 

“Oh and Sapnap, I like you too” 

~live ended~

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[cobaltusami]

Tropical Vacation pt. 2

Hey hi hello! This Is the last part for the day, I felt bad since the first one was so short and uneventful.

This one was funny to write, I liked writing Monokuma and Monomi's 'fight' scene xD

Characters In this part: Lee!Gundham, Lee!Kazuichi, Lee!Nagito, Ler!Nekomaru, Ler!Chiaki, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, Sonia, Hiyoko, Akane, Mikan, Peko

Words: 3,083

PT 1: [Click here], PT 2: [You are here.]

“KAZUICHI, I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!” Gundham yelled after his friend, chasing him down the beach in a full on sprint. The chase didn’t last very long though before Nekomaru quickly got In the middle of the two and held the breeder back.

“Easy Tanaka!” He barked. “What the hell Is going on?!”

“Yeah, Why are you so worked up? You guys sparrin’?” Akane asked..

“He’s trying to kill me!” Soda accused, pointing his finger at the angry boy in front of him.

“This fiend used some kind of powerful unseen force to send me flying into the water!” Gundham responded angrily. “You are lucky my Devas were not with me!”

Now that he mentioned It, Nekomaru did notice that Gundham was soaking wet.

“Easy dude! I was just playing around, I saw Sonia had your scarf and your zhu zhu pets!” Kazuichi retorted.

“THEY ARE NOT ZHU ZHU PETS!”

Nekomaru sighed in exasperation, why can’t It ever be something… normal with these two? “Y’know what, fine.” The larger student pushed both of them to the ground and proceeded to pin them both and tickle them. “If you’re gonna fight with each other… Then you’re gonna laugh with each other!”

Kazuichi shrieked as he felt his ribs being attacked, he cursed himself for not changing out of his swim attire back into his jumpsuit before launching Gundham into the water.

“NEHEHEHEKO NOHOHOHOHO!”

Gundham wasn’t much better off, Nekomaru was mercilessly tickling his exposed neck and collarbone. “FUAHAHAHAHAHA! F-FIEHEHEHEHEND STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT AT OHOHONCE!” He tried bringing his shoulders up to protect his neck but as soon as he would, Nekomaru would then attack his belly and hip, making his arms instinctively shoot back down to protect his body.

“Not until you two agree to stop fighting.”

“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! HEHEHE’S THE ONE WHO TRIHIHIHIED TO KILL ME!” Kazuichi cackled, flailing uselessly.

The Ultimate Team manager narrowed his eyes at the pinkette, he leaned down and blew a raspberry against his belly whilst vibrating his fingers into his ribcage.

Kazuichi exploded with screaming high pitched laughter, throwing his head back in the sand as he frantically shoved at Neko’s head and kicked at the sand.

He pulled back grinning then turned to Gundham, whose belly he was still tickling with his other hand. “Don’t think I forgot about you!” He teased, leaning down and blowing a raspberry against his neck.

Gundham burst into loud laughter, rivaling Kazuichi in volume. He tried to push Nekomaru away but this only seemed to encourage him, his other hand left Kazuichi giving him a chance to breathe and instead began poking at Gundham’s ribs and underarm teasingly.

He delivered another deadly raspberry to his sensitive neck, this time drawing a loud squeal followed by booming belly laughs. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Do you agree to stop fighting with Kazuichi?” Nekomaru asked, after a moment of no response he gifted him yet another raspberry.

“EEEAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tears were in the Supreme Overlord’s eyes from laughing so hard already.

“I’ll ask again, Are you gonna stop fighting?” He repeated, speeding up his tickles.

This time he was met with frantic nods. Nekomaru stopped tickling Gundham and turned back to Kazuichi. “Now, Will you stop fighting with Gundham?”

“As long as he doesn’t fight with me…” Kazuichi said nervously, sitting up.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue, If he does, He knows what will happen to him!” Nekomaru laughed in amusement.

Gundham shakily sat up. “D-Do you also… vow… not to… push me Into anymore… water?” He panted.

“I dunno man, That’s kind of a hard one. The look on your face was hilarious!” Kazuichi grinned.

Nekomaru glanced at Gundham, upon seeing the somewhat downcast expression on his face he grabbed Kazuichi and held him down.

“ACK! Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!” He panicked.

“Promise you won’t throw him In anymore water.” He ordered.

“Okayokay! Jeez! I promise I won’t throw him In the water again!”

“And apologize to him.”

“What?!”

“You hurt his feelings, apologize for pushing him in the water.”

“No way! He didn’t apologize to me for chasing me!” Kazuichi fired back.

Nekomaru sighed. These damn kids never learn do they? “Gundham, C’mere.”

Gundham shuffled closer, looking questioningly at the larger student. “Yes?”

“There’s something I want you to do.” Nekomaru replied.

“What Is It, Fiend?”

“Hey, I don’t like where this is going…” Kazuichi squinted at Nekomaru, suspicious.

“Tickle him without mercy until he says he’s sorry.” The muscular student grinned at the horrified shriek that came from Kazuichi.

The Mechanic began frantically squirming, though he wasn’t able to move very much thanks to Nekomaru being freakishly strong. “Nononononono!” He didn’t much care for the dark look in Gundham’s eyes, nor the evil smile that followed.

Meanwhile further down the beach, the rest of the students were just chilling and enjoying the day. Or trying their best to.

“Are you sure we should not go check on Kazuichi and Gundham?” Sonia asked.

“Nah, I’m sure they’re fine.” Chiaki replied, building a sandcastle version of Princess Peach’s castle.

“Or one of them has finally killed the other and we’re going to have our first trial.” Hiyoko smirked. “I’m betting on Kazuichi being the dead person.”

Sonia looked horrified.

“Hiyoko!” Chiaki and Hajime chastised.

Mahiru approached the mischievous girl. “Okay, That’s a timeout.”

“What? But I--”

“Go sit on the steps!” she pointed to the steps leading to the beach, Hiyoko pouted and complied silently, crossing her arms as she sat down.

“Listen, I’m sure those two dumbasses are fine, Hiyoko’s just a bitch.” Hiko tried to reassure the blonde, Hajime tried not to laugh at that, but a chuckle slipped out. Mahiru wasn’t as amused.

“Hiko!”

“Where’s the lie?” Hajime whispered under his breath.

“Both of you get a timeout too.” Chiaki said as she stood up, she pointed to a second set of stairs. “Go sit until you can be nice.”

“Why? It’s--”

“I’m not going in fucking timeou--”

Chiaki squeezed Hajime’s side and poked at Fuyuhiko’s ribs, making them both immediately shut up. “Steps.”

They both complied, muttering under their breath as they sat down on the steps next to each other.

“You guys worried about Kazuichi and Gundham?” Akane asked, coming from the direction of said two students. “‘Cause they’re fine, Coach Nekomaru Is helpin’ them.”

Sonia let out a sigh of relief, her hand resting over her heart. “That Is good to hear, Gundham was quite mad when--”

She was cut off by a blood curdling scream that sounded vaguely like Kazuichi coming from the other side of the beach, followed by laughter. Sonia giggled. “I think I will go check on them anyway.” She said as she stood and walked off.

“Nekomaru Is wrecking them, Isn’t he?” Nagito asked amusedly.

“Oh totally.” Akane grinned. “I kinda forgot how vicious of a tickler he is, kind of makes me wanna challenge him to a tickle fight.”

“I think you’d lose.” Mahiru smiled in exasperation.

“For some reason, I get the impression that’s what she wants.” Hajime chuckled.

“Goodness! Whatever was that horrible scream?” Usami asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

“Oh hey Usami.” Chiaki greeted the pink and white rabbit with a small smile. “It was the sound of Kazuichi getting tickled.”

Usami let out a small sigh of relief, then giggled. “Oh, That’s a relief. I am glad It was the sound of friendship, I thought for a moment that Monokuma had reappeared.”

“You rang?” Monokuma asked, suddenly next to her.

“Uwaaah! Where did you come from!?” Usami cried out in surprise.

“We could ask you the same thing…” Hajime said quietly.

“Wha? Has no one ever explained the bears and the bees to you?” Monokuma asked, tilting his head. “Alright I guess. Well, when two bears love each other very much--”

“Nooo! That is too mature for this audience!” Usami protested, putting her little hands on Monokuma to stop him.

“She does realize we’re not kids… Right?” Nagito whispered to Chiaki.

“For some reason, I don’t think she’s talking about us…” She whispered back.

Monokuma growled, his red eye flashing briefly before he shifted and threw all of his weight into his shoulder, promptly sending Usami flying from the force. “Keep your dirty pure hands to yourself, Monomi!”

“Uwaahh! It really hurts when you shoulder tackle me!” she cried, hitting the ground next to Chiaki.

“Anyways! I have an announcement for you Goody goody losers!” Monokuma said loudly as Nekomaru, Gundham, Kazuichi and Sonia all rejoined the group.

“Oh great, I get back just In time to listen to the homicidal tanuki.” Kazuichi frowned.

“For the last time, I am not a tanuki!” Monokuma snapped, raising his hand to threateningly show off his claws.

“He Is right, Children! Monokuma Is a bear, and--” Usami was cut off by Monokuma stomping over to kick her In the head.

“I don’t need your help!”

“Oogh! It hurts when you punt me too!” she sobbed, curling up in the sand. Chiaki got down on the ground next to her to comfort her.

Monokuma cleared his throat. “Now that Monomi Is done interrupting me, I have an announcement. As you know, I am the headmaster of Hope’s peak. That school, just like this island, Is currently full of students!”

“What?! There’s more than just us trapped by you?!” Kazuichi asked, shocked.

“Why are you telling us this?” Peko asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m glad you asked!” Monokuma bellowed. “Because, I think my students are starting to get depressed… So I think they might benefit from a change In scenery!”

“You don’t mean…” Hajime trailed off, nervous as to where this was going.

“Are you going to let those students out of the school??” Usami asked, surprised.

“Yup! Only for a while though, I wouldn’t want you all conspiring against me once you get acquainted with each other! I just hope those cold blooded killers can behave themselves for a few minutes...” Monokuma replied. “Puhuhu, Oops, did I say that out loud?”

“Acquainted with each other…?” Mahiru repeated. “You mean you’re…”

“You’re going to let them loose, Here!?” Kazuichi finished for her.

“You guessed It! Sharkboy Is today’s winner! Tell him what he’s won, Monomi!”

“W-What? What are you talking about n--”

Monokuma jumped into the air and elbow dropped the rabbit. “Nevermind! My joke Is ruined now, you’re so useless!”

“Uwah! It hurts when you elbow drop me!”

Hajime sighed at the scene before him. Is anything ever normal with these two?

After that, Monokuma left saying he had other business to attend to, After Usami had calmed down from getting a third strike from Monokuma she stood up and dusted herself off.

“What was he talking about? There aren’t really other students… Are there?” Mahiru asked apprehensively.

“No way, He’s clearly lying to us!” Kazuichi answered.

“There’s one way to find out…” Chiaki mumbled, looking at Usami. “Usami?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Was he telling the truth? Are there really more like us?” The pink haired girl asked softly.

Usami nervously looked away, stammering as she spoke. “W-Well, I don’t… i’m not…”

Chiaki frowned. “So It’s true. Is what he said about them true too?”

“N-No! I don’t… Think so…” Usami sighed softly, sitting on a beach towel. “Yes there Is more like you. I didn’t want to leave them, Please believe me! But I didn’t have time to grab any more of you before Monokuma showed up again.”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?!” Hajime snapped.

“Uwah!” Usami jumped In surprise, her ears drooping sadly. “I-I couldn’t! I felt too guilty and horrible for having to leave them behind! I can only imagine the horrors they’ve had to endure because of Monokuma.”

Chiaki gently petted the rabbit’s head. “It’s okay, It’s not your fault. It’s Monokuma’s fault.”

Usami sniffled, her ears perking back up. “Th-Thank you.” she cried. “But, I am at fault too. I should have fought him at that point, But I was scared and worried about what would happen to you all if I were to lose… I guess In the end It didn’t matter anyway.”

“So just to confirm, there’s a whole other group of students about to be released onto the island and we have no idea if they’re participating in the killing game or not...?” Mahiru asked quietly, fear prominent in her eyes.

Hiyoko got up and went over to her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her to comfort her. “It’s okay, Mahiru! I won’t let them hurt you!”

Mahiru blushed. “I-I wasn’t scared!”

“I am afraid so.” Usami confirmed grimly, though the next moment… “However! This could be a very good thing too, Perhaps they are like you and refuse to play his game!” She suggested brightly.

Hajime felt a pit In his stomach, It took him a while to warm up to and trust the students trapped with him... he was definitely nervous and untrusting of this.

“Usami Is right!” Nagito spoke up. “We have to stay *Hopeful!”

Oh here we go…

“They are Hope’s peak academy students, after all! I’m sure they’re as reserved and strong willed as all of you Ultimate’s!” Nagito smiled, getting that look In his eyes again.

“Nagito…” Hajime said warningly, not wanting to listen to his speech again. “Remember what happened last time you droned on about Hope and Ultimates?”

“Oh, Right! Sorry, I guess even trash can be forgetful too, I’ll try to stop.” He smiled sympathetically at the Tsundere student.

“Stop calling yourself trash.” Chiaki frowned.

“But…” He stopped himself as Hajime and Chiaki both folded their arms and glared at him warningly. “O-Okay… Even though I am…--”

“Say It, and you’ll be sorry.” Chiaki puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Nagito blinked, weighing his options. “Why are you so upset about me calling myself trash? I am trash. Do you get mad at everyone for speaking the truth?”

Unfortunately as he usually does, He chose incorrectly. Chiaki threw herself at the taller student, knocking him over into the sand. She then began squeezing his sides in rapid succession, avoiding his attempts to dislodge her hands quite easily.

“W-Wahahahahait! Chihihiaki!” Nagito squealed, trying to protect his sensitive sides from her merciless wrath.

“I warned you.” She deadpanned.

“Usami, Do you think we should be worried about these students?” Nekomaru asked over Nagito’s laughter.

“I don’t think so, I think we should welcome them with open arms! Who knows what horrors they’ve seen? We should treat them with kindness and love!” She answered.

“Then that’s good enough for me!” Neko grinned.

“Yes, I think It will be nice to make some new friends!” Sonia beamed, her eyes glittering happily.

“And who knows? Maybe there’ll be some cute girls In the class…” Teruteru said slyly.

“If you make any unsavory advancements towards the new mortals, I will put a curse so vile on you that even your future spawn will be cursed!” Gundham threatened, making Teruteru immediately shut up and shrink back with fear.

“I guess It doesn’t hurt to have some new friends…” Kazuichi reluctantly agreed with Sonia, no one was surprised.

“Ibuki thinks It’s a great idea! Maybe Ibuki will meet a musician to rock out with!” Ibuki’s eyes became starry at the prospect.

“Hey guys…?” Hajime spoke up hesitantly.

“Maybe there’ll be a gamer I can play with…” Chiaki smiled, still mercilessly tickling Nagito. “Or y’know… A therapist for Nagito…”

“Whyhyhy would a-ahahaha therapist wahahahaste their tihihime on sohohomeone lihihike mehehe?” Nagito laughed.

Chiaki narrowed her eyes at the Lucky student, attacking his belly with clawed hands. “You’re just asking for It, Aren’t you? Do you enjoy being tickled, Nagi?”

“NOHOHOHO!” he squealed, trying to curl In on himself.

“M-Maybe I-It won’t be s-so bad.” Mikan said hopefully. “I’m sure they a-are nice!”

Mahiru glared at Hiyoko, sensing she was about to say something unpleasant, The blonde girl immediately shut her mouth and snuggled more into Mahiru.

“Perhaps there will be someone who is knowledgeable with swords…” Wow, even Peko seemed enthusiastic about this-- well, as enthusiastic as Peko can be.

“Ooh! Maybe there’s someone strong I can fight with!” Akane’s face lit up excitedly.

“Guys? Aren’t you the least bit worried? What If they’re just like Monokuma said…?” Hajime asked.

“What’s to be worried about? If they step outta line, We can just beat ‘em up.” Akane grinned.

“We are NOT going to beat them up!” Nekomaru argued. “There are other ways of dealing with violent students than fighting!”

Akane put her hands on her hips and looked questioningly at Neko. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Nekomaru glanced at Kazuichi and Gundham, who both seemed to blush at his gaze. “Things…” was his vague answer.

“I’m with Hajime on this one.” Fuyuhiko spoke up, standing up. “The thought of people we can’t trust coming on to the island makes me… kind of nervous.” he admitted.

Mahiru nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I agree too.”

“I’m kind of indifferent.” Hiyoko shrugged. “Maybe they won’t be as lame as you guys… but on the other hand, I don’t want Mahiru to be afraid.”

“I-I told you I’m not afraid!” The tsundere girl stuttered.

“It’ll be okay, guys.” Chiaki said softly, her tone contradicting her ruthless tickling. ���As long as we stick together, We’ll be fine.”

“YEHEHEHEAH! WHAHAT SHE SAHAHAHAID!” Nagito cackled as she squeezed his hips. “YOUHUHU GUYS ARE ULTIMAHAHATES, THERE’S NOHOHOHOTHING YOU CAHAHAN’T HANDLE!”

“You’re an Ultimate too.” Chiaki reminded, pausing her ticklish attack. “And you’re valuable. Not trash.”

Nagito giggled tiredly as he caught his breath. “But compared to you guys… I’m not all that special…”

“Neko, He still hasn’t learned.” Chiaki called over her shoulder. Nekomaru sat down next to them and cracked his knuckles.

“I got this!” He chuckled, The next moment the air was filled with Nagito’s shrieking laughter as Chiaki and Neko proceeded to destroy the man with low self esteem.

Hajime was silent as he thought about the possibilities, It just wasn’t sitting right with him. But If Chiaki could look on the bright side… Maybe he was overreacting…?

He felt a hand rest on his back, looking to his left he saw Fuyu offer a brief reassuring smile, showing that he was just as nervous as Hajime but more worried about comforting him. Hajime faintly smiled back and put his arm around Fuyu’s shoulders, pulling the Yakuza into his side.

Mahiru gently punched Hajime’s shoulder affectionately. “It’ll be okay… We just gotta stick together like Chiaki said…”

Hajime sincerely hoped she was right about this…

#Danganronpa tickle #sdr2 tickle #goodbye despair tickle #tickle story #Lee!Gundham #Lee!Kazuichi #Lee!Nagito #Ler!Nekomaru #Ler!Chiaki #chiaki is still a scary ler #but Neko is ruthless-- #okay but Fuyuhiko and Hajime and Mahiru being bros at the end #they're so pure #Yes this Is going to have Kuzuhina In It bc I can't stop myself-- #oh well #Chiaki Is the friend who tells you she's gonna slap you if you don't stop being so hard on yourself #except she tickles instead of slaps #I totally made a victorious reference with the timeout bit-- #i'm not sorry