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01zfan · 5 months

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second | j. sc

boyfriend!sungchan x fem reader | 3.4k words

second base - petting above the waist, including touching, feeling, and fondling the chest, breasts, and nipples.

contains: barely public car shenanigans, touching above the waist, fluff, smut

base series: first | second | third | homerun

you and your boyfriend are in the front seat of his car when you two should be seating in the theater. you had plans to see a new movie. the barcode sitting on his phone that should’ve been scanned fifteen minutes ago.

instead of watching a movie and eating popcorn, you two made the executive decision to eat eachother’s faces in the leaned back driver’s seat of sungchan’s car. you two are lucky you’re in the back of an abandoned parking lot, away from anyone who could possibly see what you two are doing. you didn’t have a chance to even make it to the theater, ruining the “date day” sungchan had intricately planned out for you. it was a surprise, sungchan first saying you two were going to the store. you should’ve suspected more when he told you to dress nice and to be fully prepared for a “day of errands”.

the date had started out at a pottery painting place. you remember in the back of your mind showing sungchan a tiktok of cute date ideas, something randomly popping up on your for you page. you had no idea he had paid attention much less booked you two an appointment to paint ceramics. you were surprised that he remembered something you showed him so long ago that even you had forgotten. you learned that although sungchan was talented with his hands, painting was not his calling. you learned that hands learned to hold a hockey stick didn’t transfer to holding a paint brush. you can’t say sungchan didn’t try his best. the idea was cute and well thought out, it was just that towards the end something along the way was lost. the finished product was allegedly supposed to be you two holding hands on a grassy field. you did everything in your power to hold back a laugh when he showed you the finished product.

“babe don’t laugh at me.” sungchan said pouting. you were two stick figures with gigantic hands. “it’s because i’m emphasizing that we are holding hands!”

when it was done you left it with the pottery staff so they could glaze the finished product. it would be awhile until they were taken home so you took a picture of your finished products. you thought the day was over, getting ready to go home. sungchan wasn’t done with you just yet. you were confused once again when sungchan parked in front of a cafe you’d never seen before. you guys went to lunch at the cafe that also had boardgames. the food was alright, and the games were okay, but the pictures that sungchan took of you was the highlight.

“you know how much i love taking pictures of you, babe.” sungchan said. it was funny seeing him take photos of you. he would contort his comically large body however he could to get the perfect angle of you. sungchan called you his muse, yelling compliments from behind his phone camera that made you blush. it was a nice change of pace too, since you were usually the one taking pictures of others. you always thought you were awkward in front of the camera, which is why you preferred to be behind it. but sungchan took the time to coax you out of your shell by showing you pose ideas and always complimenting you no matter how the photos turned out.

after the impromptu photo session you were spent. you knew your boyfriend knew you well when he took you to the park. he carried the blankets while you looked for the perfect tree with shade underneath it.

you two were camped under the trees, people watching and listening to music that reminded you of one another. sungchan laid on your stomach while you played with his hair. it was a position that you guys always found yourselves slipping into when together.

“this song reminds me of you.” sungchan said, turning up the volume on his phone. it was a cute song, one about being young and in love.

you added the song to your secret playlist, the one you had been compiling since you first met. songs that you were afraid to show him at first, songs you think he’d like, songs you liked. it had a little bit of everything and you had the plan to show it to him on some sort of anniversary. while you were playing with his hair, you wondered what brought this all on. sungchan planned dates of course, but something in the air felt different.

“is there a reason for all of this?” you ask sungchan. he looks up from your stomach to smile at you.

“just as a celebration.” sungchan says. he looks up through the leaves of the trees filtering harsh sunlight. some of the light filters through, showing a beautiful highlight on your face. sungchan was tempted to take a photo of you but instead he opted to save the mental image of you being bathed in sunlight.

“celebration of what?” you ask. some hair from his bangs had fallen into his eye so you move it out the way.

“hockey season is over now so i just wanted to show you that we can still spend time together.” sungchan says happily.

you smile while continuing to play with his hair. you would be lying if you didn’t have your hesitations for the season ending. you and sungchan had spent nearly every single dat of the season together as the teams’ photographer. now that it was over you thought you two would drift apart or even break up now that close proximity was no longer an option.

“i appreciate that. but i think you might be stuck with me now.” you say. sungchan smiles at you and continues to watch people around the park.

you guys stay at the park for a majority of the day. sungchan eventually ends up joining a game of volleyball as you watch from the shade of the tree. you would’ve loved to join but you didn’t want to think about sweating in your nice outfit. you also wanted to be fully seated for the show sungchan was about to give you.

your boyfriend took it upon himself to play for the both of you. sungchan was jumping, hitting, and passing with ease. you wanted to remind him that it was an innocent game of pickup volleyball. you thought it would be useless to mention it when he took off his shirt and rolled his jeans up to his knees to give him more mobility. you laughed at how much effort he was putting into the game. during breaks or in between plays sungchan would face to where you were sitting and make a show of flexing his muscles and posing for you. each time you cheered loudly like a fangirl, making sure everyone playing heard you.

when the game was done sungchan had worked up a sweat, to the point that you both had to go back to his place so he could shower. you sat on his bed, expecting for your day to be done. you couldn’t help but be excited at the fact that you two were conveniently at his place while his parents weren’t here. you had gotten comfortable on his bed and even found on of his shirts that you could wear to sleep. you were searching through netflix looking for the perfect movie to be background noise when sungchan came out dressed in a casual outfit. you had expected to see him in his pajamas or sweats, something that would make him ready for bed. sungchan revealed the final part of your date. it was a double date, with anton and yunjin at the movie theater.

sungchan drove you both around town for a while, not sure what to do while waiting for the movie. sungchan had made the mistake of getting movie times mixed up, so now you two had thirty minutes to spare before having to be there. the whole time while he was driving you had to fight hard to ignore his hand that was on your thigh. when sungchan parked in the back of the movie theater parking lot you tried your best to sound shocked.

“we are really far away from all the other cars.” you say innocently.

“we got some time before the movie starts,” sungchan says. he moves the seat backwards with the automatic button on the side and makes use of the extra room, spreading out his body and legs. “wanna come over here?”

sungchan helps you over the center console with ease and you are on his lap. you could never get used to the feeling of him underneath you. his athletic legs were like cushions underneath yours and his legs spreading made you extremely pliable. this position always makes you feel antsy in the best way. the way sungchan has to look up to you makes you feel like you are in charge but you both know his strength has you completely at his mercy.

before making a move to kiss your lips, sungchan plays with an earring hanging from your ear.

“sungchan,” he pulls away from your ear to look at you in your eyes. “i had alot of fun today.” you say.

he nods as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“but can we have a little bit more fun? before the movie starts?” you say, looking down at him.

sungchan is more than happy to pull you into a kiss. this one is different from the one you gave him. he wastes no time to tilt your head with his hand and drag his tongue along your lips. you open your mouth wider and you let him in. you can’t get enough of the feeling when he grips the back of your neck to get you you open your mouth a little wider. he’s having the time of your life kissing him, feeling him move under you and against you. when you pull away from sungchan and you see a string of spit connection your lips to his. sungchan holds onto your hips, massaging the skin in his hands.

“we are going to be late for the movie.” you say looking at your phone. the movie starts in twenty minutes.

“let’s go then.” sungchan says back. neither of you make a move. sungchan smirks, moving a hand going back to your neck.

“just five more minutes.” sungchan brings you in and you oblige, immediately catching his lip in your mouth. you suck on his bottom lip, the soft skin sweeter than any confections the theater can offer.

sungchans’ hands roam up and down your body, unsure of where to put them. this is when your position above him works perfectly. it gives you just enough sense of authority to make the move to his hand and put it over your breast.

you can instantly feel sungchan become distracted, his kisses had become delayed and his tongue freezes in your mouth. his legs that were making a game of spreading yours stop. you let him rest his big hand on your chest and use your hand over his to squeeze. sungchan took this as permission to kneed your breasts over your bra. you let out a sigh of relief when he brought his other hand to the other side to do the same thing.

“i thought you’d never do it.” you say. you lean back exposing as much of your chest as you can, giving him the entire expanse of your chest to roam.

“didn’t wanna move too fast baby.” sungchan says.

he has completely abandoned trying to kiss you, fully focused on making up for lost time with your breasts. even over a bra and blouse your skin felt soft and yielding underneath his hands. sungchan was slowly losing himself in between the valley of your mounds and he wanted to stay there. the movie was the furthest thing away from his mind.

“do you want to see them?” you ask quietly.

sungchan nodded like a idiot, afraid that if he said yes he would be confess that he had been thinking about your boobs like some hormonal teenager. he was ashamed to admit that he wondered if they would fit in the palm of his hands or be smaller, if your nipples were the same color as your lips, or if you played with them when you thought of him. he thought about your boobs the most when you were button up blouses like these, or on the days you’d go braless. when sungchan could see your hardened nipple through your shirts he always had to avert his eyes. he hoped you never noticed when he’d be staring at the shape of your boobs through your shirt. sungchan never wanted to pressure you to show him, but when make out sessions would get heated he wanted nothing more than to feel your chest the same way you were letting him feel them now.

you were slow and steady with each button. even though the pace was agonizing, sungchan used the time it took with each button to try and compose himself. he was liable to cum in his pants at the first look, and he absolutely had to focus on not embarrassing himself if he wanted to feel you up like he had been dreaming to. when you were halfway up, revealing the outer trim of your bra you put your hands down.

“wanna do the rest?” you asked, with a smile playing on your lips.

sungchan brings hands up to your blouse. they have a slight tremor to them and sungchan almost laughs at how ridiculous he’s being, how nervous he is for no reason. you must’ve seen his red cheeks because you put his hands over his reassuringly.

“don’t be embarrassed. i take it as a compliment.” you say.

you both work together to undo the remaining buttons. sungchan helps your arm out of your sleeves. when the blouse is finally off of you, you are the one who’s shy. as a reflex your arms come up to cover your bosom. before you can, sungchan thumbs the fabric of your blue lacy bra in his fingers.

“i think blue is my favorite color now.” sungchan said. you would’ve taken it as a joke but the way he stared at you made you think he wasn’t kidding. sungchan looked to you with wide eyes, like it was his first time ever seeing the color blue.

“do you want me to keep it on?” you ask. seeing sungchan so enamored by you gave you confidence.

“can i see all of you?” sungchan asked.

you nodded as he was reaching behind you for the clasps of your bra. it only took him two tries before he was able to undo the clasps. you let out a gasp when you could feel your bra loosen on your body. there was no going back as you let the straps fall forward off your shoulders.

sungchan thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. even his greatest imagination fell short of what he saw before him. he felt like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time. when you used your arms to bring them closer together he had to clear his throat to focus on something else. he looked at you looking at him and was extremely aware of the tent in his pants, and how close your thighs were to it.

“baby. can i touch them?” sungchan asked. he was pleading and desperate, as if you could ever say no to those eyes.

he was careful and attentive when he first put his hands on you. sungchan almost felt like he was tainting your pure beauty with his hands. did he even deserve to touch you? he didn’t think he was worthy to touch the supple skin, or to flick your hardening nipples. when you held him a little tighter sungchan was driven by the idea of making you feel good. when he experimentally pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger you nodded your head vigorously.

“keep going.” you whispered. sungchan started pinching a little hasher and you let out a new sound sungchan hadn’t heard you make before.

“does this hurt?” sungchan asked worried. he rolled both your nipples in his fingers, feeling the buds get harder and harder.

“it hurts in a good way,” you laugh. you seem to be getting carried away on your own, moving your hips slightly on sungchan’s lap. “take off your shirt.”

sungchan is upset he has to pull away from your chest to expose his. sungchans’ shirt is off in a second, thrown the backseat unlike yours that was neatly placed in the passenger side. sungchan flexes for your enjoyment and your hands go to his chest slowly. you do the same pinching motion he did to you and sungchan is shocked at the new sensation.

“wow you were right.” sungchan says. the pain is there, but it’s a type of pain that gives him a little bit of excitement. it’s the type of pain that has him reaching for your chest a little more aggressively, kneading the fleshy parts a little harder.

you arch your back towards sungchan’s face, straining into his hands. you close your eyes as he gets more into feeling your chest. sungchan has his hands full of you now.

“sungchan,” you moan. sungchan looks at you instantly. “can you suck on it?” you ask a little louder than you meant to.

you think you may explode from the heat you feel everywhere. the car feels like it’s crackling with electricity, like a bolt of lightening is about to touchdown right beside your car. sungchan’s cold tongue on your nipple cools you down, and you lean so far back lay on the horn of his car. the blaring sound doesn’t stop as he sucks on you, and it fails to drown out your moans that fill the car. sungchan has to sit up and use his free arm to pull you into him and off his horn. it isn’t until he adds the pinching motion to your free nipple that your digging your nails into his back.

sungchan doesn’t stop, looking at you react to his every move. he wants to tell you that you’re addicting and the softest thing he’s ever touched, but all he can do is nod and bring his mouth to your other nipple when you say you’re close. you finish when he nips a little bit, adding a new wave of pleasure coated in pain. you ride out the wave on his lap, amazed that you are having an orgasm without any stimulation in your pants.

when you finally pull your hands off of sungchan you can see crescent moon shapes from the impression your nails left. you can barely mumble out a sorry as you slump against him, chest to chest. you are so sensitive and out of it that you almost don’t notice the wet spot where sungchan finished in his pants.

“that’s never happened to me before.” sungchan pants into your hair. it’s relieving that he’s just as shocked as you are.

you both stay in the drivers seat of his car trying to regain composure. when sungchan finally pulls back he lets his body rest on the back of his seat. you don’t know he means to but his bare chest and new exposed view of his neck already has your body winding up for more. you look at sungchans’ arms as he reaches to the passenger seat for your clothes. he slowly helps you back into your bra, letting you lay against his chest so he can peer over your shoulder to make sure he clasps it correctly. it isn’t until he buttons your blouse up and smoothes out your hair that he reaches to the backseat to put on his own shirt. you feel at ease even in the stuffiness of his car, so at ease that you almost fall asleep until you jerk up from sungchans’ chest. you see your phone light up with a text notification and several missed calls from yunjin.

“we are definitely going to miss the movie.” sungchan says while leaning the seat even further back.

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hannieoftheyear · 4 months

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• mingyu x fem reader

• smut, sexting, mingyu is an avid emoji user, switch mingyu but more subby at the end (sawrrrry I can’t help it), use of pet names (good boy and baby).

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note: I wanted to post a quick work to get this blog going while I finish some longer things I’m working on ♡ hope you like it and I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

part 2 is posted! find it here

Your eyes roll when your phone lights up and the text notification pops up.

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t forget to transfer me the money for Seokmin’s bday 🙏 [11:47 pm.]

The idea of Kim Mingyu of all people handling something as important as a birthday surprise for your best friend irks you.

Of course he was his best friend too. But why on earth did he end up making the plans. And who made you follow his lead. It’s like torture. You don’t want to engage with him in any way.

He was so smug when everyone decided he should be in charge of the surprise party. The decision was between you and him, and you guess people don’t really like your style of planning, because it was an unanimous vote. Still, you liked not having to stress so much about it but having to rely on your sworn enemy makes you shrug.

Okay maybe sworn enemy it’s an exaggeration. You two just don’t like each other, and that’s fine. Not everyone is always going to like you and you’re okay with that. The problem is when you can’t avoid said person because you’re in the same fucking friend group.

You two avoid each other if possible. When the whole group hangs out, you try to stay as far away as you can. It’s not like you fight with him but your exchanges are short and dry, often a little harsh, so you try your best to avoid it to not spoil the mood.

After you transfer him the money you take a screenshot to send him. It’s not really needed but you do it just to make sure there’s proof that you transferred the money.

You open his chat and send the last picture on your camera roll without even looking, trying to be done with him the fastest possible.

You: [Picture.] [11:50 pm.]

Locking your phone, you keep working on the assignment your boss asked you to finish by tomorrow. But it gets cut short because not even five minutes later Mingyu texts you again. You don’t open his chat, instead read it through the notification.

Kim Mingyu🤢: didn’t take you as the type to take pics like that 🫣 [11:54 pm.]

You wonder what the hell he’s talking about and why did he choose such annoying emoji.

As you open the chat your eyes grow wide and you realize you forgot to check what exactly you were sending Mingyu.

It seems that your screenshot hadn’t fully loaded on the gallery, and you accidentally sent him the previous last photo on your camera roll, which was a mirror selfie of you wearing a new pair of underwear you bought today.

Panic starts to creep in on you, but before doing anything stupid you breathe in and breathe out, calming yourself to think. Mingyu’s still online, which means he’s probably waiting for your answer.

Instead of admitting it was on accident or show him any weakness, you decide to play with him a little. He likes to annoy you too so why not do the same.

You: you never know… I’m full of surprises.

You: why wouldn’t I take a pic if I look pretty? [11:55 pm]

You don’t expect much but his reply comes as soon as you click send.

Kim Mingyu🤢: surprised I definitely am🤔 can’t decide if I like this side of you or not🫢 [11:55 pm.]

You: like I care about your validation [11:56 pm.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should.

You: ?

Kim Mingyu🤢: take pics like this I mean😳

Now this is getting interesting.

You: so you think I look pretty? [11:57 pm.]

You wouldn’t lie and say him saying things like this doesn’t make you a little giddy. He’s always so dry with you, you definitely prefer this side of him.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should send me another one🫣 it’ll help me make up my mind.

You ponder on what’s happening for a solid minute before replying. Is he flirting? Is he teasing you? Will this just be another thing to annoy you in the future?

You: can you stop with those fuckass emojis. [11:58 pm.]

You: I’m not speaking to you if you keep talking like that.

Kim Mingyu🤢: what if I say please?

Now that. Is unexpected. At first it seemed like he wanted to annoy you too, but now he’s almost… begging? How far is he willing to take it? How willing are you?

You: you’re so annoying.

You: I’m trying to work.

Kim Mingyu🤢: all this time we've known each other and I’ve never even seen you in a bikini. [11:59 pm]

Kim Mingyu🤢: what a waste of time.

You: was it worth the wait?

Kim Mingyu🤢: you have no idea.

You: enlighten me then.

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh I don’t think you’re prepared for that.

The conversation is taking a turn you’re not sure if you should take. Exciting you in ways that it shouldn’t.

A chat between the two of you never exceeded a few texts, you both always so eager to end it as soon as possible, so why does he keep replying? Why do you?

You: what do you want Mingyu? [12:00 am]

Your blatant question seems to take him by surprise because he doesn’t reply right away.

Kim Mingyu🤢: me? You’re the one that sent me a fucking nude at this hour [12:01 am]

He’s right. Are you embarrassing yourself? He’s never gonna let you live after this. But you’re not backing down now.

You: I wasn’t naked you pervert [12:02 am]

You: and it didn’t seem to matter to you before

You: you liked it didn’t you

Kim Mingyu🤢: never said I didn’t

You: so…

Kim Mingyu🤢: what?

You: are you gonna do something about it?

You’re too curious for your own good. The lines between annoying him and flirting with him are getting more and more blurred every second that passes.

Now it’s your turn to be surprised.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you can’t ask me that [12:03 am]

You: why?

Minutes pass and you see him typing then nothing, then typing again. Your room starts to feel hotter, the expectation getting the best of you and you start to feel a familiar feeling at the base of your stomach.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should never send a desperate guy something like that at this hour [12:06 am]

You: are you that desperate?

Kim Mingyu🤢: [Picture.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: does that answer your question?

You stare in awe at your phone for what feels like an hour. His hard dick covered by his white boxers threatening to come out fills your screen. Nothing is left to the imagination.

Kim Mingyu🤢: cat got your tongue? [12:08 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: [Picture.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: it’s getting difficult to not touch myself

A second photo fills your screen now. It’s almost in the same position except now his hand is covering his bulge and his red tip is out.

Wetness starts to pool on your underwear, but he doesn’t need to know, yet at least.

You: I never pictured you as such a needy guy. [12:10 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m not ashamed to be who I am🙈

You: even with you hands on your pants you manage to send a fucking emoji wow. [12:11 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I can send something else

Kim Mingyu🤢: only if you want of course

You straighten yourself, waiting for another photo, but nothing happens. When you move on your seat, you feel just how wet you are. Oh you’re gonna kill him after this.

You: I really hate you you know [12:14 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: aren’t you supposed to be working?😨

You: you’re distracting

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh so you do want this

You: this? [12:15 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: all you have to do is ask

Kim Mingyu🤢: nicely

You: you really gonna make me beg?

Kim Mingyu🤢: want me to show you how horny I am?

Kim Mingyu🤢: you want me to make you feel good.

You: you could never make me feel good. [12:16 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh we’ll see about that.

The act you’re putting up won’t last much longer if he keeps up like this. Your right hand creeps down you abdomen. You barely graze your covered cunt, the little relief makes you sigh.

You’re too lost in the little pleasure and don’t realize he sent more texts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: [voice note] [12:18 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: your turn.

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m dying over here

Kim Mingyu🤢: are you touching yourself? [12:19 am]

You: you’re leaving me no choice. [12:20 am]

You decide to play with him a little and send him a ‘one view only’ photo of your hand inside your panties. The same panties as the first photo you sent.

After you reply you dare to play his voice note. The faint sound of his hand tugging on his erection and his little grunts are nothing compared to the sigh he lets out at the end. You play with your fingers, circling them around your wet entrance.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re so not fair. [12:22 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I bet you’re so wet right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: I wish you were here so I could touch you properly [12:23 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: my fingers playing with your little cunt like the brat you are

This can’t hurt right? It’s not like it will happen again and besides he’s already jerking off to your image. You start circling around your clit, playing with yourself making you squirm.

You: I’m so wet [12:24 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: did i get you all riled up already?

You: don’t flatter yourself

Kim Mingyu🤢: tell me.

Kim Mingyu🤢: show me how wet you are [12:25 am]

You: I could just slide my fingers in

Kim Mingyu🤢: I said show me

You debate if you should actually send him something. You know he’s trustworthy, he’s friends with your best friends after all, but this is something far beyond that.

You: should I? [12:26 am]

You: I could just leave you like this

You: get it done by myself

It could be read a threat but you want to see how he reacts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t be mean☹️

Kim Mingyu🤢: I won’t show this to anyone [12:27 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: if that worries you

Kim Mingyu🤢: I promise

His sudden kindness surprises you a little.

You’re not sure if you always found Mingyu attractive. Sure he’s really handsome that’s undeniable. Maybe when you first met you thought he was really hot but those feelings died down because your relationship wasn’t the best. You had a few fights before you decided it was best for the group to just ignore each other if possible.

This was the first time in years you had a long conversation that didn’t end in a fight, and you like it.

You: I'm not the type to do this you know [12:28 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m not either

You: but I don't want to stop

Kim Mingyu🤢: me neither

Knowing he wants this too just turns you on more. He’s not pushing you to do anything and you guess that if you tell him to stop he will. But you have to make sure before you do something.

You: just promise me this is between us [12:30 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you have my word🤐

You: be serious for one second

Kim Mingyu🤢: you can trust me

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m serious I won’t show or tell anyone

That is enough to calm you for now. You don’t think about how this will affect your relationship. Seokmin’s birthday is just few days away and you’ll have to face Mingyu in front of everyone.

But that doesn’t bother you now as you’re filming what Mingyu so desperately was asking you to.

You angle your phone to show only your lower body on camera. You start the video circling your entrance, gathering as much arousal as possible. After that, you move your fingers closer to the camera to show how wet they are and then slowly insert two fingers in your hole. You end the video after a little moan escapes your lips

You: for being such a good boy [12:35 am]

You: [video]

You don’t stop fingering yourself and close your eyes imagining it’s Mingyu’s hand and not yours. His thick fingers would stretch you more than yours ever could. A few slow strokes are enough to make you squirm. And you remember to open your eyes and see you got more texts from Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy fuck [12:37 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re dripping

Kim Mingyu🤢: I should be there right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: show you what my mouth could do

Kim Mingyu🤢: could eat you out for hours

Kim Mingyu🤢: fuck you’re making me so hard [12:38 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: [picture]

He had took his boxers off and was now fully naked. His hand could barely wrap around his fully hard dick. The tip is pinkish red and leaking precum already.

You: fuck you’re so big [12:39 am]

You: I don’t think it could fit inside me

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’ll make it fit

You: how?

Kim Mingyu🤢: I'd make you cum so much that I'd slide right in

You: are you touching yourself?

Kim Mingyu🤢: god how I wish this was you instead of my hand

You close your eyes again. Imagining Mingyu on top of you as you finger yourself harder, as deep as you possibly can. Wet sounds and moans fill your room as you get closer and closer.

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m so close it’s embarrassing [12:41 am]

You: I am too

Kim Mingyu🤢: show me?🥺

The giggle you let out is almost instantaneous. His emojis are annoyingly cute.

You take a similar video as before but don’t hold back the moans. Your strokes are slow to show on camera how deep you’re getting. The orgasm is so close you can taste it but you stop, edging yourself.

You: because you asked so nicely [12:43 am]

You: [video.]

You: now you

You wait a few minutes, stroking you clit lightly to not lose the orgasm but not quickly enough to stimulate much.

The torture doesn’t last long because a video appears in your chat along with more texts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy shit [12:44 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re so hot

Kim Mingyu🤢: god that should be my hand

Kim Mingyu🤢: [video] [12:45 pm]

As soon as you press play you’re welcomed by Mingyu’s delicious moans. His cock is shiny with pre cum all over it, now angry red. He moans at every pump and you feel yourself getting wetter.

Unexpectedly, he also speaks: “I’m so close" his voice is hoarse and deep like you’ve never heard before, “I wish this was your hand, shit only imagining makes me almost cum" and finally, “please… tell me I can cum… can I cum?”

You never expected the big buff Kim Mingyu to be so needy, it just makes you hornier if that’s even possible.

You: you’re so needy baby [12:47 am]

You: I’m close too

You: been edging myself waiting for you

Kim Mingyu🤢: shit baby don’t say stuff like that [12:48 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: im about to burst

You: want to cum big boy?

Kim Mingyu🤢: pleeasee

You: look who’s begging now

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t play with me right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re just as desperate as me

Kim Mingyu🤢: use three fingers for me and cum baby [12:49 am]

You don’t need to be told twice. You press record and insert three fingers into your cunt. You’re so wet they just slide in and you let out a long moan, increasing your speed at every thrust. It’s not long until you’re shaking and cumming all over your hand and bed.

But you don’t end the video there. You grab you phone and film your face as you suck your fingers clean while staring at the camera lense.

You: [video.] [12:51 am]

You: your turn to cum baby

As you wait for him you go clean yourself up and grab new sheets for the bed.

Kim Mingyu🤢: [video] [12:53]

You press play and the sight of his hand is rapidly stoking his hard dick welcomes you, no more than five strokes after the video starts he lets out a long ground and is cumming all over his abs.

Kim Mingyu🤢: that was [12:54]

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy shit

Kim Mingyu🤢: I never came so fast in my life

You: embarrassingly me neither

The conversations stills for a few minutes, even though it feels like hours. What do you say after sexting with someone you supposedly hate?

You: I guess I’ll see you on saturday [01:03 am]

You're left on seen a few more minutes and you wonder if he already regrets this.

Kim Mingyu🤢: yeah right [01:06 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’ll send everyone what hour to come by to prepare everything

Kim Mingyu🤢: see you then

It’s so awkward that you don’t send anything after.

You don’t regret it but you do fear what’s going to happen.

Note: sorry if the ending it’s a little sudden, I don’t know how to finish this but I do want to write a part two 😉

#mingyu smut #mingyu au #seventeen smut #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu smut #svt smut

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kookslastbutton · 1 year

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Sidelines ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point.

Pairing: best friend!yoongi x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends2lovers, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, impulsive confession, sexual content, also reader's true feelings are left a bit open ended

Sexual warnings: dom!Yoongi, slight brat!sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't follow thier lead!), begging, spanking, penetration, f*ngering, cunn*lingus, t*t play, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (princess), slight degradation (b*tch)

Now playing: Love The Way You Lie, Infinity, Escapism+

A/N: Had this idea for a while so when I tell you I sprinted through this oneshot, I SPRINTED. I had so much fun writing this and it’s def going in my personal favorites even though it may be a bit melodramatic and short. Enjoy! 💞

Yoongi stares at his phone–waiting.

Waiting for your name to pop on the screen.

Waiting for your shaky voice to ring through the phone, asking to come over.

Waiting for you to throw yourself into him in desperation to be held.

It should happen anytime now. Why haven’t you called yet? He’s thinking about making the first move but no. That would look too suspicious.

"Dude, you gotta tell her.” Namjoon looks at his friend with deep compassion. He’s known Yoongi since college. Knows the type of heart he carries in his chest. It’s beautifully devoted, warm, and open. But this time…this time it’s too much.

"It's not my place Joon,” Yoongi rasps. “I made a promise.

Yoongi thinks back to the day he met you. It was a cool autumn morning and you were poking around every brick building, nearly walking in circles. It was clear you were searching for something. Turns out it was the dining hall, which was no easy task to find with the campus being the size it was. You were a transfer student and being a recent transfer himself, Yoongi gladly walked you over. That became the first of many memories you’d share together.

Late study nights where you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Stealing his sweatshirt with a devious yet playful smile. Always having not one pack of gum, but three in your bag. You loved gum for some odd reason. By senior year, Yoongi missed those days most and he wanted more than anything to tell you that a peice of himself was with you. How could he tell you though when you had begun spending every night with the captain of the hockey team? No, he wasn’t going to get in the way.

But he really should have. Heartbreak number one came when you found out your lovely hockey boyfriend had his tongue down some chick’s throat at a frat party. You’re kicking yourself for ever bawling your eyes over that jerk. Perhaps more pressing however is that Yoongi knew your boyfriend wasn’t a great guy. He even tried dropping hints that you ought to be careful with him but you didn’t listen. Despite everything, Yoongi was still the first to show up beside you that day. You won’t forget it.

Now four years out of university, you have a new man of the year who is, for the first time, genuine. Or at least that’s what you think. Yoongi knows otherwise. Just the other day he overheard said boyfriend planning to break up with you. When Yoongi stepped out to confront him, your boyfriend begged that he be the one to tell you. Yoongi promised he wouldn’t say anything which is what brings him to this very moment now.

"You can't keep doing this,” Namjoon urges. “Being her saving grace, her constant shoulder to cry on. It's not fair especially when–”

"She's my friend. I'd do it for you too."

“Bullshit. You’re still in love with her and she doesn’t even think twice about it. She still thinks of you as her older brother.”

“So let her think of me that way. A friend, an older brother…I can't turn my back on her after all this time. I won't."

“All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her.”

The truth in Namjoon’s words stings, pricks like thorns. Yoongi wishes they didn’t but the tensing of his muscles and the heat steadily climbing the back of his neck were clear signs that he couldn't repulse them.

“It’s too late for–__!”

Yoongi's eyes instantly gravitate to his cell vibrating against the coffee table. He snatches it in seconds, bringing it to his ear.

“Yoongi! I–he….Yoongi he ended it with me," you say, voice cracking. Though not in front of him, Yoongi could see the tears trickling down your cheeks. He could feel the sunkenness deep in your heart. He shared this pain with you many times before and it burned stronger each time. "I'm shocked. I didn’t think…I’m sorry I’m having trouble thinking and–and speaking. Yoongi, please, please can I come over? Or can you come here? I know it's late but I just really need to be with someone right now.”

Yoongi turns his gaze to Namjoon who mouths the words 'don't' but he can't bring himself to agree. It goes against his nature and his devotion to you. Maybe his friend is right and you'll only ever see him platonically. One thing's for sure though–he can't lose you.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay there." Yoongi grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and bolts out the door.

"That jerk!" You splash cold water on your face, hoping it will clear your mascara-smudged face. Yoongi was about to come over and you looked like an absolute wreck. He couldn't see you like this again.

Quickly, you rush to your dresser and pull out a less wrinkled t-shirt and lounge pants. You head downstairs next to tidy up the space. You may or may not have had a tiny outrage after your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told you he was leaving you. Yoongi couldn't see that either.

While cleaning your eyes prick with tears again. It hadn't registered to you now but there were reminders of your ex everywhere. Little gifts he'd given you. Pictures of the two of you on random excursions. How could he do this to you? You harden your face and stomp to the kitchen, searching for something big and black.

You start tossing everything in the garbage bag. Pictures, cards, trinkets, stuffed animals–it all went. And it felt good. It dried your tears. As you make your way around the room, you're suddenly stopped in your purge. A small smile breaks on your face when you see the gift Yoongi got you for graduation. It was a double picture frame with a vibrant orange leaf sealed inside. One photo was of you and Yoongi the first year you'd met. The other was the two of you on graduation day. Yoongi put this together to commemorate your friendship. He's still your day one, you sigh. Four years and he's still here to help you pick up the pieces.

"___!"

Thumpthumpthump

"It's me, open the door," Yoongi gruffs from the hallway. You drop the garbage bag and immediately stride over. You pat yourself down before letting him in.

"Yoongi, hi."

Yoongi takes your invitation and paces inside. "Bit of spring cleaning __?" Of course the garbage bag is the first thing he sees. You fiddle with your hands unsure what to say. "I'm sorry ___. He didn't deserve you."

You bury your face in his shoulder, biting back the growing temptation to cry. Yoongi brings you into a closer embrace. His arms hold firmly around your own shoulders. "Thank you for coming. I know it's late so I understand if you can't stay long."

"I'm here as long as you need." Yoongi pauses, recalling your brief conversation earlier on the phone. "You know you can cry around me ___."

"I'm f–"

"Fine?" Yoongi loosens his grip to look at you. "The clothes, the dried tears, the giant garbage bag in the living room? Needing someone to be here because you don't want to be alone tonight. What part is fine? Because I'm not. Neither are you." His thumb gently strokes your shoulders, soothing your tensed muscles. "So if you need to cry, yell, whatever. Do it."

Wetness caresses your cheeks again and this time you don't wipe them away. "Why does this keep happening?" Your voice cracks as you peer into your best friend's eyes. "They never love me. No one ever does."

His dark eyes soften and you nearly see them glass over through your own tear-filled eyes. You search Yoongi's face for a response but all Yoongi can hear is the echo of Namjoon's words – "All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her".

Yoongi is silent for a moment, mauling over what his friend said. You see him hesitating for the first time in a while. "So–so why do you choose them?" He chokes.

You're a little stunned. This isn't how this usually goes. If you didn't know any better you'd think there was an accusatory tone in your best friend's question. It's unnatural and you're slow to reply.

"Because..."

Yoongi stands still, concentrated on you.

"I don't know. Because they seem kind? And I want to give them a chance."

That's it? Yoongi isn't sure he's hearing you right. Surely there would be more to it. He expected so. Before he's able to retract the words they're already out. "Then what am I? I've never had a chance."

Reflexively, you push away from him. No. No this isn't happening. You must have misheard. "What do you mean?"

"From someone, I mean. No one ever given me the chance to be with them like that so you're very...uh very open." Lies. You're lying again, Yoongi thinks. But look how she broke away from you?

"Oh, I thought you meant...."

You know what? Screw it. Namjoon's right–"You're not turning your back on her by being honest".

"I did." He clenches his fists. "I meant it exactly how you interpret it. I–I love you. And if it isn't love it's damn close."

Your heart drops, mind scatters in twisted directions. You've heard of friends growing feelings for each other before but you never thought–why now? After four years of being next to each other and going out with all those guys. Why didn't he say anything? And when did it happen? Did he always feel this way? Oh my god.

"Sorry, I panicked," Yoongi continues. "But those guys you go out with? They don't care about you like I do. Every time they hurt you it makes me want to scream 'I'm here if you see us as anything more'. But I'm terrified to lose you ___. That's why I kept it to myself."

"Yoongi I–I don't know if..." You stop seeing his heavy eyes. You don't want to break his heart but you can't tell what you're feeling. You never took the time to think of him in these terms. But one thing was for sure. You walk up to Yoongi and take hold of his hand. "You'll never lose me. Do you hear me? You're my best friend and I could never let you go."

"But did you hear me?" Yoongi squeezes your hand. "I love you ___. I don't expect it to be reciprocated so...."

"We can try." Without thinking you close the distance between your best friend. You move to press a soft kiss to his lips but Yoongi lunges backwards.

"Please don't," he says. "You don't need to force yourself ___. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't supposed to be about me tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. This is about us now, our friendship. I'm glad you told me and to be honest, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we can try."

Yoongi sighs and leans on the back of your couch, arms crossed and eyes downward. "You just got out of a relationship ___."

"Yeah so? We were only together for a few months. I don't even think I loved him."

"But you could have with more time."

You join Yoongi next to the couch. "I mean sure maybe if he didn't break up with me."

"___. Don't you see?" Yoongi turns his face towards yours. "We've had four years together. I don't want you to try to love me, I want you to love me naturally. Like I do. And if, after four years you don't then I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you."

"You're not pressuring me to do anything. You've always been there for me through everything and i care very deeply for you. Maybe I haven't thought of you as more than a friend because I didn't let myself to. Maybe I was too caught up in everyone else that I just..." You pause, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"What if we try and nothing changes? Or something happens and we break each other," Yoongi interrupts. "We'll never recover."

"Do you have that little faith in us?" You place a hand on his other shoulder, turning his whole body around. "Because I don't. Perhaps you're right that something might happen that makes things complicated. But I know we won't let it get out of hand. In fact, something beautiful might come out of this. Don't you want to find out?"

He does. Of course, he does. But was this how you really felt? "You were really upset earlier," he says. "I don't want to cloud your judgment, especially after what happened."

You lean into him closer, lips hovering over his. "I don't care about that anymore. All I care about is my best friend and I really, really want to give this a chance."

Yoongi searches for any hesitation. It's hard to do when you're mere inches from him. He's tempted to lean forward and close the distance completely– to say yes. So you do it for him.

You weave your hands through Yoongi's silky dark hair and press a firm kiss to his lips. He's disoriented at first but like a tidal wave, everything he's been holding back rushes out as he moves harder against you. You feel his hands travel down to the small of your back and snake around your waist. A tongue finds its way inside your mouth next. It dances with yours in a fiery passion. Your body burns up with every touch, every kiss. It's a foreign feeling but you welcome it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi murmurs.

You give a faint smile and take his hand. "There's no one I'd rather do this with." You guide him down the hall and into your bedroom. Yoongi pulls you into another kiss, this time resting a pair of cool hands underneath the fabric of your t-shirt. You moan softly into the kiss and pull the t-shirt over your head.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful but you already know that." Yoongi traces up your sides and along the band of your bra. It tickles for a moment but then you remember who you're with, where you are, and what you're doing.

"Not so fast," you pull back from his grasp and eye his covered chest. Yoongi picks up on your signal and rids himself of his shirt, revealing his smooth, tan torso. You've seen him shirtless before but when did he get so muscular?

With lust-blown eyes, you're pushed on your back next, sinking into your mattress. Yoongi hovers above you. A light peck is placed on your collarbone before moving to the valley between your neck and shoulder.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"How long have you loved me?" Yoongi open-mouth kisses the ridge of your neck. You close your eyes, anticipating his response. "When did you know?"

"Last year of university when you started going out with that jackass on the hockey team." Yoongi lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. "What did you ever see in him? I thought you said you give the kind ones chances, not asses like him."

You nibble on your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck playfully. "Oh no, him? He was just hot. I wasn't really thinking very much when we got involved...if you know what I mean?" You raise an eyebrow but yelp when Yoongi digs his hands behind you to unhook your bra. He snaps the lacy fabric off the rest of your body and throws it on the ground.

"Yeah?" Yoongi gruffs. Well, who's little bitch are now? Answer me." He gives your left nipple a tug. You feel a wetness gather between your legs but it wasn't from the stimulation of your nipple. It was his tone, his demeanor. Yoongi never talked like this and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

"Are you–jealous?"

"Wrong answer princess." Yoongi pinches your nipple again. "I'll ask you again, who's bitch are you?"

"No ones." You flip the man over and straddle his waist. "Who's bitch are you?"

Yoongi growls and gives you a hard slap on your ass. When you let out a moan, the man underneath goes feral–riveting with desire. You're thrown on your back again with legs spread apart. Yoongi waits for your nod before yanking your pants off, along with your panties. He does the same to himself, cock hardening in your view. Fuck, you curse to yourself. You had no idea what he was packing until now.

Yoongi settles between your thighs and stares you dead straight in the eye. "We're gonna have a little competition princess. I'm gonna eat you out and if you finish without begging to have my cock then I'll be your bitch. Deal?"

You swallow hard and nod. Who knew your best friend was this nasty. "Deal," you reply, widening your legs. Yoongi smirks and runs a cool finger along your slit. You feel the pit of your core tighten upon contact but keep a straight face. "I thought you were eating me–fuck!"

Yoongi pushes in, breaching your walls as far as he could with his finger. He adds a second in after two pumps, focusing on your reaction. "There's something you should know ___." He begins circling his thumb on your clit, causing your head to throw back in the process. "I don't like brats. So if this was any other time, I'd probably already be fucking your tight, wet pussy. But it's our first time together." Yoongi retracts his fingers instantly, soaked with your cum. "I'll go easy on you."

"Shit." You claw at the sheets. Yoongi licks a long stripe up your folds, dipping between ever so often just to see your hips jolt. His hands dig into your inner thighs, driving your senses wild. "Ah! Yoongi!"

"Need to come princess?"

You struggle to reply, bringing a hand up to latch on his hair. "I–ah–I'm not even close-close yet!"

Hearing your response, Yoongi thrusts his fingers back in, creating a steady rhythm with his tongue. "Fuckfuckfuck!" you curse, knot twisting inside you. You feel Yoongi smirk that same cocky smirk from earlier as he continues eating you out. "Yoongi, I'm close now!"

"Are you? Beg for my cock and I'll let you come."

What the actual fuck? "You're such-ah-a cheater! Well I'm not gonna–fuck! Please, please I need to come."

No response.

"Okay...okayokay. Please, Yoongi, can I have your cock?" You immediately come, tightening your hold on his hair. "Oh my god Yoongi, you're so evil fuck!" You give him a slap on the chest once you release. Yoongi grins down at you and catches your wrist.

"Who's bitch are you?" Slowly, he crawls further up your body, pinning your arm above your head. He grabs your other arm and places it on top of the other. "Are you really not gonna say it?"

"Yours. I'm yours, Yoongi."

"Damn straight you are. Now keep them there." He squeezes your wrists together before placing his hands on either side of your head. He bends down and gives you a passionate kiss. "You really are beautiful ___. Are you still sure you wanna do this?"

"Please."

Yoongi caresses your check, aligns himself with your entrance, and pushes in. Your mouth falls wide, but nothing comes out for a moment. Once you adjust, you give a slight nod.

"Fuck." Yoongi moves inside you, penetrating through your velvety walls. Your eyes roll upwards as his close shut. "Oh god, Yoongi–faster please," you breathe.

Yoongi pushes deeper in you, his length pulling in and out of your hole at a rhythmic pace. Beads of sweat form along his forehead and your around your neck. You let out a loud moan once feeling the cord within you wind up again. Yoongi soon feels it too, quickening his speed.

"I can't believe we're doing this-ah shit!"

Your hands, struggling to stay down, jolt with every thrust. You look deep into Yoongi's eyes, his staring straight back into yours. You're both grinning too, like idiots really. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

Yoongi kisses you again. It's sloppier than before but you couldn't care less. "You're gonna come soon mm? Because I know I am. This pussy is so tight-fuck-it's basically swallowing my cock. Brat like you love this shit don't you?"

You laugh and rustle through his hair but your arm is pinned back down. Yoongi starts moving inside you as fast and hard as he can, breasts bouncing against his muscular chest. He so close and so are you. "Asked you a question princess."

Your back arches as he fucks into you. "Yes-yes we do! Fuck, I'm gonna come. If it doesn't happen now it'll–"

"Come for me __." Yoongi pushes himself into you one last time before both of you finish, gasping for breath. You feel his length pull out of you shortly after.

Side by side now, hot and sweaty, Yoongi looks at you. "What the fuck did we just do?"

You grin and leap on part of his chest. "We're giving us a chance."

"By starting with sex?" Yoongi throws an arm around you. "Let's do this properly and go on a date tomorrow."

You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder. Goof. Maybe, this does have a real chance of working out. "Okay," you whisper.

A/N: Thanks for stopping by! As always, lmk your thoughts. See ya! 💞

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eternalfics · 5 months

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hi! can you do saiki x male reader headcanons who has a crush on saiki? reader’s childhood friend is aiura and they transferred around the same time. can reader have green hair and pink eyes btw? saiki doesn’t find reader annoying and enjoys that reader’s presence doesn’t come with chaos. also can reader have plant/nature psychic powers? lol

(just fluff of this topic please? i hope this isn’t too much lol 😅)

saiki with a male! psychic who has nature powers!

a/n: HAPPY DUCKING NEW YEARR! 😍 I kinda left this in my inbox for a little while.. but as you always know, lindy is always here to help your saiki brainrots 😇

warnings: photo of a spiky plant, yelling

summary: a difficult friendship, but we’re working on it!

so! 😊

aiura would surely be excited to see you again! asking you have you traveled, or did you expect to see her or!- you get me, she’s rlly excited. 😋 (we’re acting like she transferred first)

but you find yourself wondering who is this other guy since you guys transferred at the same time. he doesn’t even bother to give you a glance 😯 and he doesn’t look nervous at all!

well, it’s not your business. maybe he knows someone here?

more underneath:

im guessing that saiki guessed that you were a psychic easily! 😘

but what confused him is, how come you never show your other powers? are you scared or are you just private?

Scenario:

saiki was lying on his bed on a saturday afternoon, until it hit him. he had a test, it was no problem, he could do it without studying. but the problem is, which day is it going to be on? he didn’t want to be caught off guard.

he could text toritsuka, or called nend- ugh.. nevermind. saiki can’t believe how a single interaction is this tough for him..

then it you popped into his mind, it was perfect! if he contacted chiyo, the second he did he would hear her thoughts thinking they’d have a chance. and he’s not even gonna talk about teruhashi.. 😓

he teleported to your room without a sound. he saw that you were sleeping in your bed (weirdo 😨) he walked to you, and spoke in your mind. “y/n-“ “AAGHH” you yelled, and sat up abruptly. stinging nettles appeared out of nowhere.

“oh,” so that was your power.

back to headcanons!

I have a feeling that since he knows when he scares you, that you make spikey plants, that he’ll take advantage of that 😈

“boo,” “AHHGG-“ *insert spikey plant*

especially when someone suspects you have nature powers, he’ll be there to rescue you ❤️

sometimes, saiki will ask for favours (he returns it dw 🥰) maybe roses for his mom, cactus for decoration in his room, or maybe a tulip for a fresh scent in his living room :) maybe even one for you.

let me say, of course at first he thought you were annoying. he’s does that to everyone 🙃. but after some embarrassing and funny moments, saiki just dosent care 😭 (sometimes he wants to stay with you 😍)

saiki wonders about your green hair and pink eyes? he zones out looking at your soft, fine, touchable hair. is it green because of your powers? probably not

saiki knows that you get some girls, how can you be this attractive and not get anyone to like yo- ugh.. he’s started thinking TOO much again.

Overall, you both have crushes on eachover and I think you guys should smooch ❤️

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NOT PART OF THE EQUATION

Beckie had never felt so fucking turned on and powerful as she did right now. Her perfect new body felt so horny - she was impossibly beautiful, she looked more like some dream Goddess than a real woman and she loved it.

The equation had helped turn her from dweeby Rebecca into her new and more powerful form. Now she was perfect and she had diminished anyone else who could get in her way, all thanks to her skill at using the equation.

Not that she had invented the equation... the all powerful equation had been created by her best-friend Laura. It was just a shame that Laura had not been strong enough to realise the full potential of what she had discovered.

It was Laura who had translated the mathematical formulae from the old text book they'd found in the library. It was Laura who had discovered the pleasing symmetry of the equation, how it was possible to move reality about with the precision of a few well placed mathematical operators.

Beckie still remembered how turned on she had felt when she had grabbed the pen from Laura and having been taught the equation herself made use of it for the first time.

"Hey what are you doing?" gasped Laura in alarm as Beckie had written, Rebecca Jones boobs > Emily Grey's boobs.

"Relax," grinned Beckie. "We can use this equation to finally have our revenge on our bullies. It's just an added bonus that to make the equation balance out, we get to keep whatever we take from them."

Emily had the biggest tits at school, but she would no longer as the equation began rebalancing. It reduced Emily's tits and made Rebecca's bigger - ensuring that she was greater in tit-mass than her victim.

Beckie groaned as her flat chest began to swell and grow with Emily's stolen breast flesh. Her buttons popped and her bra ripped as her tits swelled up, bigger and bigger. She now had cleavage for the first time in her life and she liked how it felt. She giggled pushing her tits out proudly. "Oh fuck yeah, that feels great."

"No Rebecca," gasped Laura in shock. "I don't think we should use this equation to try and get our own back on people... it seems like a bad idea. Please don't do that again. It could be dangerous."

Beckie had just laughed and advanced on her friend, using her massive new tits to passively intimidate her. "Of course babe - I'll be careful, but there are a few more attributes that should be redistributed. If you don't want them - I'll take them instead."

Slipping the book into her satchel she had turned and headed home, her head spinning with the possibilities.

*****

The next day at school Laura had gasped as the clip-clop of high heels had rung through the halls and the bitchiest, sluttiest, most beautiful girl she had ever seen strode confidently down the corridors.

Beckie had taken it all. She'd drained every bully - not just of their physical beauty, but their personalities and confidence as well. Beckie was now a Goddess - the combined power of every bitch from school flowed through her body. She was now the perfect expression of every spoiled girl, every bully. She had become truly evil and hot.

"Oh hey loser," Beckie had purred as she'd seen her former friend. "Maybe you were right about the equation - perhaps it is dangerous to take so much, I think I ended up as a bit of a bitch. The good news is though that soon you'll be too dumb to care. I'm going to use the equation to suck out all your intelligence and leave you as my dumb little slave."

Laura had just grinned.

"I knew you'd be too eager to use the equation and end up corrupting yourself," she smirked. "You always did lack self-control Beckie. Which is why I prepared this little trap. If you look at the equation you have used, it only balances out one way. Everything has to transfer over to me. I get to become Beckie - queen of the school and you end up as a nobody loser with no memory of these events."

The satisfied grin fell off Beckie's face as she looked down at her pages of equations and realised Laura was not lying. With a laugh of triumph, Laura spread her arms wide and moaned as she took everything from Beckie - including her identity.

Laura gasped as she grew taller, her tits swelled out and her features became Beckie's. Her tight new pussy tingled as her designer dress formed around her and the new Queen wiggled her pedicured toes inside their high heels.

The dumb and amnesiac Laura had staggered away with no memory of who she really was and what had just happened whilst Beckie strode away to begin her life as a bully and a bitch.

"Sorry loser," purred the new Beckie, "But you're not part of this equation after all..."

#f2f transformation #attribute theft #new identity #bully tf #evie hyde #power transfer

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Sneaking back iiiin~☆ After a period of being away o/

D-Lister Otome Powers POG? I think SO! CONSIDER:

Tim, out on patrol, things have been... tense. He's gotten Bruce back from the timeline, but it hasn't FIXED anything. Things were said. He spiraled. Trust was betrayed. He doesn't... he doesn't feel like he HAS a home anymore.

Dick feels betrayed and worried TOO. He needed Tim's support. Instead he broke down, went rouge, and nearly DIED. Didn't explain ANYTHING. Now he's drifting away from the family.

Bruce is barely recovered. His family is in pieces around him and he's pretty sure it's his fault.

So... Patrol is... Professional. Tense. Like it has been for days.

Red Robin is checking out some minor disturbance. Discovers clues that it's some INCREDIBLY naive or foolish out-of-towner who thinks they can "make a name for themselves" in America's crime capital. Idiot is going to get himself killed.

But why target a minor gaming company?

No matter, RR can handle it. He's tired, patrols nearly over. Should be quick.

The days after weeks of hurt and hypertense emotions have left him exhausted. Making mistakes he would normally NEVER make. Like going after an unknown alone. No matter how small they SEEM.

You could always be wrong.

And that KILLS.

Batman trained him better then that. Bruce, catches his plan, too late. Is blocks away. Can hear, through Tim's comms, the most terrifying sort of confidence in that opponents voice. Not fool hardy overconfidence. Not arrogance. But "I have a nasty trick that I KNOW you can't counter". Tim. Tim, get out of there! TIM!

Red Robin does not respond.

And Tim? Wakes up with a splitting headache. Too... honestly? What looks A LOT frilly, hyper feminine version of one of Drake Manor's guest rooms. But with "personal touches" added to make it LOOK like someone supposedly lives here. Too generic though. And too artfully placed. It looks like a movie set.

Where the fuck is h-*DING!*

Then a blue screen like some of the holographic screens he's seen before, pops up. "Welcome to ☆~Knights In Gotham~☆! Complete the game or be trapped forever~♡!" It reads in cutesy font.

Well that ONE way to get him out of bed. But unfortunately, it takes less then 15 minutes to confirm that he is, indeed, not in his native reality. MIGHT be drugged or hypnotized. He'll have to test. But the whole new reproductive set, suggest otherwise.

So he pokes around. Speed runs his emotional "I'm trapped, might never see my family again. No. No! I WILL escape!" Character arc/mental breakdown in the shower. Finds some pants.

Figures out what sort of game this is. It's an Otome game. Dating. Based on? His FAMILY. Fffffuck his life.

Okay, should be TOO bad right? People never get their personalities right in fan stuff. Thanks to the Bats being Cryptids. So Tim can just pretend they're other people, right?

Wrong.

The game world he quickly realizes, is using HIS knowledge to fill in the blanks of the massively unfinished framework. This assholes Meta powers? Can only trap him IN here. He's not in control of it. NO ONE IS. Oh, that's so much worse.

Outside? Bruce has BatDad'd panic beat downed the Otome Meta. Where is his BABY BOY!? He can't answer you unconscious, Bruce. Thankfully, Dick is observant. There us a computer on. With Tim on it. He puts two and two together. They are able to keep the power on and transfer the computer to the cave.

Meanwhile? Tim is staring down a Bruce in FULL Brucie Mask. Debating with himself. Because on ONE hand? Childhood wet dreams: Get? But on the OTHER, baggage for daaaaays. And there us no guarantee this isn't a PG title. So like? Bruce would DEFINITELY be the hardest Route, wouldn't he?

He has no idea what he's doing.

He doesn't PLAY these type of games.

He figures, since demon child DOESNT have a reason to hate him here? Probably the safest bet. Especially since he won't feel as bad manipulating a version of him. It should be fine right?

Wrong. He doesn't play these sort of games. Is unaware of how they work and what's at stake. He bungles it. Doesn't play to the troupes, gets his first Bad End. He knew just a touch TOO much, too soon, too openly. Damian's character became convinced he was either a Rouge or an Assassin. But! He got all those "heart event" thingies! Tim mentally protests!

Which is why it doesn't just cut to black, a sudden attack from behind, "Game Over".

No, Tim wakes up behind bars. In a bunker. Nicer then a prison cell, but only just. Because Damian LOVES him. But can not allow him to continue his criminal ways. So he's going to rehabilitate him. By force if necessary. And he knows, because he is not a fool, that Tim does not truely love him. But?

He can fix that too.

They have time.

Outside? Actual Damian is horrified. His feelings towards Drake are... complexe. But this?! Absolutely not! He lunges forward. Dick is trying desperately to hit the Restart. It's not working. Damian hits it HARDER. It works immediately. (They later realize only the "Route" target can restart the game)

Tim wakes up in the starting room.

This time he fuckin LOOKS UP Otome Games on a computer.

Takes a bracing shot of whiskey, because this IS Drake Manor and he knows where his parents hid the good stuff, and tries again. Gets the Neutral End. Fuck! Okay, tries AGAIN. Gets shot, Game Over. Oh god damn it!

He keeps going.

Nothing seems to be WORKING. He's getting stressed. Lonely, desperate, hopelessness trying to set in. He just... just wants to feel WARM you know? Reassured. Held. Knows he's not thinking clearly, but...

So he goes after "Brucie". He KNOWS Bruce. Knows how he picks his one night stands. Knows how to dress up just enough, just OFF enough, to not be suspicious. It's a bad idea. He knows it as he gets dressed. As he arrives. Flirts. Charms and drinks, but not too much. Let's himself be tucked under Bruce's arm. Led away.

Kon always said he was great with his mouth. From the way "Brucie" tenses, like iron under the sild of his suit, holding himself back from grabbing and being rougher then his reputation would allow? He'd say Bruce agrees. Tim certainly puts his all into it. Let's himself lose himself to the rhythm of movement. The scent of Bruce's cologne. The slide over his tounge.

Stolen moments though, aren't enough to get to everything Bruce wants.

The party ends too soon. And Tim leaves with the other guests.

Only to find himself FIRMLY in Bruce's route. The man showing up everywhere. Stealing kisses. Hands disappearing under clothes. Bruce, as he tends too, obsessed. In love. Overwhelming. Tim finally, FINALLY get a Good End.

He also gets fucked, in his bed, within an inch of incoherence, by Batman.

Yet the Game does not release him. Because it did not say "complete A Route" the realse conditions were Complete the GAME. So now Tim has to "win" the others.

All while they watch.

Because THEY are the only ones who can start a new route. Bruce absolutely could have hit that restart once the Good End popped up. Yet... he let the scene play out. Sat, alone, having sent the others to bed... and watched his son get fucked by a version of himself. Watched his son gasp and whimper, cry out and sob, in pleasure.

They each get to watch. As Tim bonds with "them". Spends time with "them".

Eventually, Tim manages the secret Harem Ending. Stumbles free into the waiting arms of his family. They rejoince. But the question remains~! What will they do know? After so long, thinking darkly that they could "do better"? That TIM deserved better then the touch of imposters? That is the question we ask! As I run out of steam and need to sleep! Thoughts?

-🐼🐼🐼

tim's family watching as he works through all their "routes" 👀👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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Meghan Markle is a Bully and the Proof is in the Office by u/sdowney64

Meghan Markle is a Bully and the Proof is in the Office This started as a comment on another Reddit post about Meghan Markle’s charity “work” in Canada as she popped in on yet another women’s charity that was a clapback to the Royals and specifically works to combat woman harmed by “colonialism.” 🙄 The post discussed how those organizations ruin themselves by aligning with a bully. I made a long comment but several people noted I should make it a separate post, so I am doing that here. Unfortunately I can’t link to the original subreddit post. I've said this before but I really think it needs to be said again. I am a retired auditor. I worked for an Inspector General & before that a DoD contract auditor for a total of 14 years. One thing I learned working both those jobs is when you have significant staff losses in short amounts of time, you have a toxic bully boss at the helm, 100% of the time. I also learned it in my own office, and it's why I left DoD and took a lateral transfer to the IG at a different agency. Let me repeat that: 100% of the time.In all my years of auditing, when there was a significant staff loss of 10 or more staff in less than two years, there was never, ever, ever any other reason except a horrible toxic bully boss running the show. And when an organization ignores that bully boss and doesn't remove them, they will continue to get wave after wave of staff loss. Resignations & impulsive firings, but mainly resignations.And here is the other thing I learned, which makes that statistic so glaring. Employees will rarely leave a job they're happy with, even if someone offers them more money, better benefits, better commute, or even better quality of work/life balance. It's true. The majority of employees, if they are happy in their job, will pass up better options in a new job. But when an employee is miserable and being tortured in their job, they will leave that job for less pay, worse benefits, longer commute, and things that you would think they would never give up stable employment for.Because the bottom line is, the boss makes or breaks the environment. And that is why anyone who thinks there is any other reason that Meghan & Harry can't keep staff, they are absolutely lying to themselves. I've seen it too many times to count. And it stood the test -literal testing, evidence-based testing, interviewing employees who are living through it, interviewing people who left and were MORE THAN HAPPY to say in their exit interview WHY they were leaving and where they were going and how they'd accepted less just to get the hell out of there. That is the type of boss Meghan Markle is.And while I fault Harry for a lot of things these days, he was not the OG Bully. Before Meghan, he made coffee for his staff. She put a stop to that immediately. So he was happy to co-bully, but without Meghan, there would have been no bullying and no systemic toxicity. Harry is emotional and could be petulant and rash, but overall was decent and acceptable to work for and with. Once Meghan shows up, the whole dynamic changed. Anyone who pretends otherwise and thinks she's a role model and a good person is lying to themselves.The proof of who Meghan Markle is and how awful she is as a person is sitting front and center for all the world to see in her rapid and overwhelming staff losses. It was happening at the palace, and then the proof is at Archewell, that pattern continued! Same EXACT pattern. Talking to you, Tyler Perry, and every liberal organization I would have supported until you refused to look at facts and aligned with the monster that is Meghan Markle. post link: https://ift.tt/Ov6YbJn author: sdowney64 submitted: November 22, 2023 at 02:09PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-three: "The Day of Phone Tag"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt has court all day and you both keep missing each other's phone calls while trying to make plans for the evening.

You touch it. You finally touch Matt’s ass.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n: Transferring more of these over again! Enjoy this fluffy little installment! You can find the other installments for this series on tumblr here.

Tuesday Morning

Your hands lathered the shampoo into your hair, scrubbing your scalp with your eyes closed as you showered. You were still feeling half awake despite the warm water running over you, not used to waking up and jumping in the shower instead of making yourself a cup of coffee. Having not had a chance to shower last night, too focused on finishing an article for Ellison, you’d rushed to grab one before needing to leave for the office this morning. You knew your hair would probably be a bit of a mess, not having much time to fix it once you finished showering, but you didn’t have an option. You were just hoping you’d have enough time to at least dry it so you weren’t freezing as you walked to work.

As you were about to stick your head under the spray and rinse off the soap, you heard your phone’s ringtone coming from the bathroom counter. Curious, you pulled back the shower curtain and peered around it. Matt’s name was displayed along your screen. With a sigh, you slipped back under the warm spray. You’d have to call him back when you got out and were dressed or you’d be late to work. Rinsing off your hair, a minute later you heard the telltale beep that meant he’d left you a voicemail and you hurried to finish your shower.

It was almost quarter to seven by the time you were grabbing your things and racing out of your apartment, locking up and shouldering your phone to your ear as you listened to Matt’s voicemail before heading towards the elevator.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. We never really finalized our plans yesterday. Were we getting together tonight? Or was it tomorrow? I can’t remember when you, Karen, and Marci were shopping for costumes.” He paused, clearing his throat as the sound of honking echoed through the message. “If you call me back soon you might catch me before I head to the courthouse. Otherwise maybe I’ll catch you during lunch recess or something. Love you, sweetie.”

As the elevator doors opened to the first floor, you smiled at the addition of the ‘love yous’ that had started popping up in the voicemails the pair of you had been leaving each other. Shifting your bag on your shoulder as you stepped out and into the lobby, you quickly dialed Matt back. The line rang a handful of times as you stepped out of your building and onto the street, being hit with the chilly October wind immediately. And then your phone went straight to voicemail. You sighed as the automated message told you Matt was unavailable.

“Hey, Matty,” you began after the beep, walking your way briskly towards the office, “guess I missed you. My morning has sort of been off and I’m running late, but it was tomorrow I was going shopping with the girls. Which–you still haven’t told me what you’re going to the bar as and with what Foggy was saying, I’m now dying to know. You should at least give me a hint.” You swerved around a woman who was taking up way too much space along the sidewalk, shooting her a curious eye as it looked like she was doing yoga in the middle of the sidewalk dressed as a pineapple. New York City was fucking weird sometimes. “Anyway, I’m free tonight if you are. Just let me know what you want to do or who’s place you want to meet up at. Good luck with that case today and I love you, too.”

Tuesday Afternoon

“Katy,” you whined, head rolling back along your shoulders in your desk chair. “Just give me my damn phone back. I need to check that message from Matt.”

She grinned devilishly at you, your phone in her hands behind her back. Currently you two were the only ones in the office, everyone either out for lunch or chasing a lead. Which was why Katy was being exceptionally difficult right now.

“Not until I hear you promise me,” she pushed.

You rolled your eyes at her. “I am not promising you that!” you cried out.

One of her brows rose on her forehead as she shot you a very pointed look. “Seriously? You have Hell’s Kitchen’s finest ass in your bed, girl. I’m just asking you to take one little bitty bite of it. You can’t tell me you don’t want to. And I have no idea why you haven’t even grabbed it yet.”

“You really need to stop thinking about my boyfriend’s ass so much,” you told her. “That’s my ass, now.”

A wicked grin spread across Katy’s face as she stared back at you. “Then claim that ass, bitch. Take a fucking bite out of it or something. Fuck. And then tell me about how goddamn delicious it is afterwards.”

“ Katy !” you gasped out, eyes darting around the office as you prayed no one had slipped back in from lunch and overheard her.

She laughed at your discomfort and you felt your cheeks reddening. A moment later, your distinct ringtone rang out from behind her back. Katy quickly glanced down at it behind her, her face lighting up as she turned back to you.

“Speak of the fine ass devil,” she teased. “Lover boy is calling.”

You bolted out of your chair towards her but Katy was quick, darting around the side of the cubicles. A frustrated groan flew out of you as you glared at her from across the office.

“Promise me you’ll at least grab that man’s ass,” she said, holding up your ringing phone. “Or I’ll let this go to voicemail.”

“Oh my God,” you breathed out, frustrated. “Katy, I don’t want to play phone tag with Matt all day, come on. He’s going to be back in court and I’ll have to wait hours to get ahold of him again.”

“Then promise me you’ll at least just touch that glorious butt that your man has!” Katy pressed, your ringing phone still held up in her hand. “Stop being so damn nervous–touch the butt!”

“Fuck–alright!” you agreed in exasperation. “I’ll touch his damn ass, now give me my phone!”

Satisfied, she tossed your phone across the cubicles towards you, but you fumbled catching it and it dropped to the floor. The moment you turned, about to bend over and pick it up, the call had already been sent to your voicemail. You groaned, frantically bending down and grabbing your phone. Quickly you opened your contacts and dialed him back, hoping to get ahold of him before bothering to check the messages–but to no avail.

“Goddammit!” you cursed, ending the call.

Immediately you went into your voicemail, pulling up the message Matt had left you a little over an hour ago. You’d missed his call since you hadn’t been at your desk, too busy checking a lead yourself and having accidentally left your phone behind.

“You know I’m not telling you my costume,” Matt’s deep voice said in your ear, a light chuckle following. “Nice try though. I appreciate the effort. You’ll just have to wait until the party, like I already told you before. And Foggy is keeping his mouth shut on it, so don’t even try to get him to talk.” He sighed, his tone shifting to something softer and less amused. “I miss you. Two days without you is too long. Why don’t I grab dinner for tonight? Your place or mine, you pick. Or we could go out? We never did get around to that new restaurant after we both got sick. Whatever you want, sweetie. I’ll see you tonight, hopefully.”

You chewed your lip, wishing you could have answered any of his calls today. Two days was too long without him, he was right, and you were missing him, too. And missing his calls all day wasn’t helping. Frustrated, you played the message he just left next.

“We are not having any luck today with phone calls, are we? I just finished a quick lunch, was hoping to catch you before court is back in session but I guess I missed you again. Call me back, sweetie. Let me know about tonight. I love you.”

Exhaling roughly, you quickly dialed Matt back. The phone went straight to his voicemail as you expected. You knew he was back in court and his phone would be off until he was out again. That’s how it always was on days he had court.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I missed your calls again, Matt. That last one was Katy’s fault,” you told him in a rush. “She stole my phone. Wouldn’t give it back until I promised to take a bite of your ass and I–” you stopped short, eyes widening as Katy barked out a laugh beside you. “Shit,” you breathed out, eyes closing. “I did not mean to tell you that.”

Katy cupped a hand around her mouth, calling towards your phone, “She needs to gnaw on it like a dog with a bone! Fucking let her at it, man!”

“Katy!” you scolded, lowering the phone from your face for a moment. “Not cool!” She let out another laugh as you returned to your message. “ Anyway , I’m open to whatever you want to do tonight. Go out or stay in, whatever you’re feeling after work because I know how exhausting your day can get. And also, I’m pretty sure if I bribe Foggy with those bagels he likes, I can get him to tell me what your costume is.” You laughed lightly at the prospect–Foggy was a bagel whore. Everyone knew it. “So I uhm, I’ll talk to you later, baby–”

“Awww, he’s baby now?” Katy called out.

You shot her a pointed look. “He doesn’t need your commentary!” you harshly whispered to her. “Anyway, I love you,” you said back into your phone. “Hopefully I don’t miss the next call.”

You hung up and glared at Katy and her yogurt cup.

Tuesday Early Evening

Sliding the wet strands of hair from off of your face, you pushed open the door to your apartment building and stepped inside. Of course it had to start raining when you were half a block away and you had gotten caught in the middle of it.

Sighing, you slipped into the elevator next to two other people, pushing the button for the fifth floor and then crossing your arms over your chest. You were starting to get cold in your damp clothes despite the heat in the building. A moment later you felt something vibrate in your pocket and your brows furrowed. Your hand darted down, slipping your phone from your dress pants pocket. Immediately your shoulders sagged when you’d realized you’d missed another call from Matt. You forgot you’d left your phone on vibrate when you’d gone into the staff meeting later this afternoon and you’d been too busy afterwards to remember to take it off.

As you stepped out of the elevator onto your floor, you hurriedly made your way down to your apartment. Unlocking your front door, you stepped inside and pulled up your voicemail, quickly holding your phone to your ear as you kicked your shoes off.

“Well if you want a bite of my ass for dinner, I suppose we’ll just have to stay in tonight,” Matt’s amused voice said into your ear. You winced, having forgotten about the last voicemail you’d left him. “So staying in it is. I’ll grab us dinner from that sushi place and head to your place. Just got out of court for the day so I should be there soon.” You could tell he was walking, the sound of foot traffic and car traffic a bit louder in his message at this time of day. “And you can’t bribe Fog to tell you for bagels, because I already bribed him with those very same bagels not to tell you. Like I said, you’re waiting until Halloween to find out.” A beat later when he spoke again, his voice had dropped to a sultry whisper, one that even recorded was raising the little hairs along your forearms. “And I like it when you call me baby. Especially when it’s accompanied by those little breathy moans you make.”

The voicemail ended, your jaw partially hanging open at the way he’d ended it. Remembering that your clothes were wet, you set your phone down on the coffee table and made your way into your room, trying to ignore the way Matt’s voice at the end of that message had somehow worked you up a little.

You peeled out of your wet work clothes, changing into leggings and a sweater since Matt was coming over–it was casual and comfortable but a little more dressed up than sweatpants and a sweatshirt would have been. As you were brushing through your damp hair, you heard a knock at your door. Setting the brush back down on your dresser, you quickly left your bedroom and headed to your front door.

Pulling it open, you spotted Matt holding a bag of takeout and it was obvious he had clearly gotten soaked from the rain, too. He had a big grin on his face though, apparently unphased by the drenched dress shirt and dress pants he was wearing.

“Hey, Matty, come in,” you told him, stepping aside.

“If I couldn’t already hear you in here,” he said, entering your apartment as you closed the door behind him and took the bag of food, “I’d have been afraid you wouldn’t be home with how we kept missing each other’s calls all day.”

“Yeah,” you said with a light laugh. “That was quite frustrating. Looks like you got caught in that downpour, too. You want me to grab you some dry clothes?”

“Yes, that’d be great, sweetheart,” he told you, leaning his cane against the wall by your front door as he always did.

“So how’d court go?” you asked, setting the food on your coffee table before heading back into your bedroom.

“It was long and tedious,” Matt called back to you from the living room. “The case is going into tomorrow. One of the witness testimonies dragged on for longer than expected. But it seems to be going well. For us, at least.”

You closed your dresser drawer, holding onto a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts. “That’s good,” you replied, turning and heading back towards your hallway. “Hopefully that means you guys will–”

You stopped abruptly at the sight of Matt in his tight boxers, his damp clothes folded and set off to the side of the room on your floor. He shot you a cheeky grin, clearly hearing your heart pick up at the sight of him.

“Uhm, hopefully, uh, hopefully you guys will win,” you stammered out, crossing the room towards him. You cleared your throat, holding out his clothes. “I uh–here’s some dry clothes.”

The cheeky grin was still on his face as he accepted them from you, but he didn’t immediately start dressing. Instead, his head tilted a little to the side as he shifted the clothes to his left hand, holding out his right.

“Give me your hand,” he ordered.

You blinked hard a few times in response. “Uh, what?” you asked him.

“Give me your hand,” he repeated.

Uncertainty rolling through you, you tentatively placed your hand in his. The saucy little smile on his mouth only grew before he pulled your hand behind him and placed it resolutely on his right ass cheek. Your eyes widened, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked him nervously.

He shrugged, taking his hand off of yours. You were too stunned to remove your hand from his ass, though.

“Figured you’ve been staring at it long enough,” he said lightly. “Thought I’d encourage you to just grab it finally.”

“I–I–” you stammered out, brain suddenly short-circuiting.

You were grabbing his ass– finally . There was no way words were coming out of your mouth for the next thirty seconds while your brain remembered how to function.

Matt chuckled, tossing his dry clothes onto your coffee table. “Here,” he said, grabbing your other hand and placing it onto his other ass cheek.

Your face went red. He chuckled again before his hands snaked their way over your hips and onto your ass. Gripping a handful of your ass in each hand, he pulled you into him and you stumbled forward.

“Now I’m going to feel up your ass before I get dressed and we sit down and eat that sushi,” Matt informed you. “So you can either stand there overthinking, or you can take the opportunity to grab my ass like I know you want to.”

Biting your lip, noticing how Matt was unphased about boldly kneading your ass in his hands, your hands gave him a little squeeze–and your jaw dropped. How was it so fucking solid ? Your hands slid downwards a bit, cupping his ass, but hell, it was so large and round you couldn’t even fit an entire cheek in your whole hand.

Matt huffed out a laugh beside your ear. “Does it live up to your expectations?” he asked.

Shyly you squeezed his ass in your hands another time, unsure when would be the next time you’d have the nerve to grab it again. And you sure as shit wanted to commit the feel of it to memory.

“You don’t even need the suit,” you joked lightly. “I’m pretty sure a bullet would bounce off of your ass.”

A loud peel of laughter flew out of him as his hands slid off of you. Reluctantly you removed your hands from him as well.

“I don’t think I’d want to find out, sweetheart,” he told you, a large smile on his face. “Let’s have dinner though. I want to hear how your past couple of days were.”

Wednesday Morning

You slid your desk chair back from your computer, your head darting around the side of your cubicle. Katy glanced away from her monitor towards you, a spoonful of yogurt going into her mouth. She raised a curious brow as she slid the spoon back out.

“I touched it,” you whispered.

Her eyes grew wide and she quickly swallowed down the yogurt, sliding her chair towards you. “Oh my God , finally! How was it?” she asked quickly.

“It was the roundest, firmest, perkiest ass I’ve ever touched,” you whispered.

Her eyes closed as she smiled. “Fuck, I know you haven’t touched a lot of asses so that shouldn’t mean much, but goddamn I know what you’re saying,” she whispered.

“It was well worth the wait to touch,” you told her.

Her eyes opened and her brows rose up high. “Like so perky you could bounce a roll of quarters off of it?” She pointed a firm finger at your chest as she added, “Which, by the way, you should totally do.”

You grinned, nodding. “Yes. You could bounce a roll of quarters off of it.”

She playfully swatted at your shoulder as she leaned in further. “Then girl go bounce yourself off that man’s ass like it’s a fucking trampoline.”

“ Katy ,” you scolded, catching sight of Bianca shooting you both a strange glance as she walked past.

Katy laughed, leaning back in her chair and scooting back to her desk. “What?” she asked, picking her yogurt cup back up. “It’s not like you don’t want to, is it?”

You rolled your eyes at her bluntness, sliding your chair back towards your own desk. But you’d be lying if you’d said you weren’t thinking about Matt Murdock’s ass throughout the rest of your day.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock series #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x reader #fftd

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sag-dab-sar · 1 year

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Can we just let the Greeks have their gods? Why are people so obsessed with origins proving The Theoi Aren't Actually Greek™. I don't see anyone saying "well Hindu deities aren't actually Hindu, they're not from India! They're from the Proto-Indo-Europeans so aCkTUalY they're Eurasian Gods not from the Indian Subcontinent." Seems Hellenic Polytheist/Pagan spaces are hellbent on allowing Greeks to only claim deities whose origin is in the Mycenaean Pantheon. Otherwise they aren't actually Greek they're Minoan, Hittite, Phoenician, Egyptian, general ""ANE"", Etruscan (I guess), etc— then again even the Mycenaeans are robbed of autonomy because thats just a PIE pantheon like the Hittites. It's ridiculous.

Tracing the origin of deities is pretty awesome, but when you deny a culture its deities just because you can trace their worship back in history you're plainly being disrespectful. For example, Ašratu is a chief deity of the Amorite tribe, which came to rule Babylon. Thus their Goddess became apart of the "Babylonian Pantheon" as the Daughter in Law of An. Athirat an important Ugaritic (Canaanite) deity undoubtedly shares her origin with this Amorite deity, and became a principal Goddess in the "Ugaritic/ Canaanite Pantheon". Does that mean Ašratu isn't actually Babylonian and therefore (pretending they still existed) Babylonians can't lay claim to her as part of their heritage, culture, and pantheon? Or that Athirat isn't actually Canaanite therefore (if they still existed) Canaanites can't lay claim to her as part of their heritage, culture, and pantheon? No. That makes no fucking sense— Ašratu is Babylonian & Athirat is Canaanite even if the deities have their "origins" with the semi-nomadic Amorite culture.

Since Mesopotamian Ašratu was understood to be an Amorite deity, a connection between Ašratu’s and Athirat’s origins appears to be virtually certain. Being transferred to a different culture would have led to some adaptation of the Goddess to her new culture. This should stand as a caution not to apply specific details of Ašratu’s characteristics developed in Mesopotamia to Athirat simply because the earliest records attest to the former.” [X]

The same principles goes for the Greek Gods, just because a Theos' origin, for example Zeus, can be traced back to an earlier culture—*Dyḗus from the PIE people of the Pontic-Caspian Steppe—doesn't make Zeus any less of a GREEK deity.

This "they aren't Greek" trend is strongest with Aphrodite— whose worship probably "began" somewhere in the Ancient Near East primarily Cyprus or Phoenicia. The trend is also present and increasing with Apollo who has multiple different possible "origins."

If you're so obsessed with determining that none of the Greek Gods are actually Greek pick a different tradition to worship them in. Stop using "Hellenic" and say you're a PIE polytheist or Phoenician Polytheist or whatever tradition the """original version"""" of the Theos you are worshipping comes from. If you want to be a Hellenic Polytheist don't try and negate the Theoi's Greekness. Its bafflingly disrespectful especially since Greeks still exist and this is still their heritage.

No this isn't a "folkish" post its a salty post. And it is not directed at any one person but a phenomenon that pops up and seems to be increasing and I'm annoyed with it.

-not audio proof read-

[Edit, no I'm not talking about people who use 'Greek names' in Greco-Roman, Greco-Egyptian or any other syncretic traditions. I'm specifically talking about Hellenic Polytheist/Pagans who are obsessed with the Greek Gods being non-Greek because "origins"]

#hellenic polytheism #hellenic paganism #helpol #theoi #polytheism #paganism

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i love your villain kalim au but imagine an mc who is equally as cunning. like someone like william james moriarty. lmao imagine like the first years just playing along with kalim until he’s exposed.

i love evil kalim so much.

Of course!!! I've thought about that a lot- it opens up a lot of different possibilities! I also never heard of that character before, but when I saw his design and the plot of the show in general I just <<33333 might just have to watch it later

Villain! Kalim:

-He knew from the start that you weren't who you said you were. He could tell from the way your eyes would narrow on Jamil during the moments when things got particularly tough

-His first encounter with you was right before the Magshift tournament, and he could tell from the way you interviewed both of them that you were going to be troublesome

-Of course, he tried to use that to his advantage

-Kalim would act as bubbly around you as possible, bumping up his innocent personality a notch or two in order to avoid the suspicion you were no doubt raising around him and his 'personality'

-He would silently curse when he slipped, knowing all too well that he had been caught

-During Jamil's overblot, you were able to easily read between the lines and tell that, as Jamil woefully and manically explained as the ink poured from his eyes and mouth, Kalim was the problem

-He was livid

-In his world, his opulent world that he so carefully crafted from the second he was born into it, he was king

-And he was being toyed with

-To make matters worse, he was falling for it.

-He tried countless times to get the upper hand, with every attempt ending in him locking himself away in his room and throwing a fit as though he were a child again, pulling at his hair and pacing as more and more things that he hadn't thought about before started popping up

-He still had one thing; his status

-You were a magicless prefect and, although you were equally as cunning (if not more) as he was, you had nothing in this world

-Even when you got your friends into the act who were, admittedly, worse at hiding their intentions than you were

-He worked and worked at using methods that previously worked. Anything they needed magically appeared in front of them. Jack's siblings needed new ski gear? The latest, most expensive gear dropped on their doorstep with a lifetime warranty. Deuce's mom needed help with paying for groceries? Every market she would go to would allow her to buy the food for free.

-He thought he'd won.

-Until he was finally exposed, his years of abuse against Jamil brought to light to the rest of NRC

-His crocodile tears worked on some, but he no longer had that power that he thought he would have

-Kalim didn't know how you did it... managing to sneak away from his prying eyes and his sources scattered around campus. Jamil had transferred to another dorm in fear for his own safety, but...

-Kalim still had power over his family. He still had as much power as his treasure room could buy- practically enough to get him out of any crime and rival even the neighboring countries' royals.

-And he could hold that over the majority of NRC, he could use his wealth to get his spotless reputation back

-And he would stop at nothing to get it

-Especially from you

-(Though, if I'm being honest, Yuu/Mc/the prefect has too many powerful protectors in NRC for him to do much directly. Between the Rosehearts heir, the Prince of the Afterglow Savannah, the twins from the infamous Leech family, whatever Rook is [LITERALLY HOW IS HIS FAMILY RICH?? IS HE A PRINCE?? A NOBLE??], the two heirs to the Shroud family fortune and business, and the future King of the Valley of Thorns; he would barely stand a chance should he actually hurt you.)

"Prefect," You heard a somber voice at your open window, making you grin and turn around in your chair, reaching over to grab Grim in case the boy tried to do anything to hurt your beloved roommate.

"Kalim," The boy climbs through the window, carpet hovering outside for a few moments before soaring off. "I wasn't expecting you to come at-" You glance at the clock that ticks on the wall. "12 am."

The heir shrugs and merely walks around the room, scrunching his nose as he runs his fingers along the still dusty shelves. He pinches it between his fingers and sighs, turning his gaze to you. "Still can't clean?"

"What is it that you're here for, exactly?" You deadpan, standing and holding Grim protectively in your arms. The look in his eyes makes you weary. You're aware of what people with his status can achieve when they don't like someone, or when someone exposes their schemes. Your mind flashes with images of what he could do, of who he could hurt, trying to predict his next move as quickly as possible.

Who was next? He wouldn't hurt Ace or Deuce, would he? The rest of Heartslabyul would stay on your side, you were sure... but what about Trey's family bakery? Would Kalim go after that? He wouldn't be above manipulating Ruggie, due to their class differences, and you know that poor Ruggie can barely fight back if he really did try something. Jack wouldn't budge, unless Kalim threatened his family...

"I want to make a deal with you." He cuts off your train of thought as you sigh and lean back against the wall, an eyebrow raised.

"You sound like Azul," Kalim scoffs.

"Work for me."

"Hell no," You retort quickly, and you spot the annoyance that flashes over his features.

"If you do, I'll free Jamil and his family. The rest of your friends will be safe and taken care of for the rest of their lives. Doesn't that sound nice?" His voice shifts and it sends a chill up your spine at how easily he can change his mask- from cold and calculating to innocent and naive in a second. "You can finally be a hero, like you wanted."

"If I say no?"

"You wouldn't want to know that outcome," He grins. "I'm sure you already have an idea of what could happen."

"Fuck you," You snarl, trying to find any way around the options he gave you.

"I thought you would be used to it by now," He walks back over to the window, a skip in his step as he bounces and leans out, climbing back onto the carpet. He turns around and stares at you from the outside, ruby eyes staring deep into your own as you take a breath, putting on a nonchalant face. "You're in the villain's world, remember?"

You opt to stay silent as he smiles, face looking akin to that of a cherub's round and soft features- a deep contrast to the beast within the heir.

"Heroes don't last long here."

And with that he's gone as the window slams shut, a cold gust of wind following in his wake.

Which will you choose, Prefect?

#villain kalim #twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction

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you have to understand (that the one i killed is me)

Becoming Guardian of the Miraculous has caused nothing but anxiety and stress for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Between her duties as Guardian, her job as Ladybug, and her civilian life, she's struggling to push through the stress. To Marinette, there's only one solution to her plight; she has to give up one of the three sides of her life.

Tags: angst heavy, depression, un-beta'd, alyanette undertones in future chapters

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Thunder rumbling

Castles crumbling

I am trying to hold on

God knows that I tried

Seeing the bright side

I’m not blind anymore

I’m wide awake

- Wide Awake by Katy Perry -

Marinette numbly stared down at the box in her hands. It had been three weeks since the battle against Miracle Queen. Three weeks since Master Fu transferred the guardianship of the Miraculous over to her, erasing his memories in the process; and her life has been nothing but miserable ever since.

As she stared down at the box that was slowly leading her to her demise, all she could think was how she couldn’t hold this much responsibility. Her eyes, which should have been bright with the joyful naivety of youth, were dim and tired, making her look as if she had been alive for far longer than the fifteen years she’s been on this earth. Dark circles and bags lay beneath those sky-blue eyes, the true evidence of her lack of sleep. She had far too many responsibilities, and they were starting to make an impact on her health, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Marinette recalled the events of earlier today. How Alya, Alix, Juleka, Mylene, and Rose all got akumatised because of her, how in the end she gave them a shitty lie instead of the truth that she can never tell them, how even when Alya stayed behind to talk to her, she still didn’t say anything. Maybe in another universe, she told Alya that she was Ladybug, maybe she even told them all, or she told Chat Noir, as risky as that would be, but in this one, she was still all alone.

“Marinette?” Tikki called out, the kwami’s eyes full of concern for her holder, “You could have told Alya, it wouldn’t–”

“It would put her in danger, Tikki,” Marinette muttered. “I can’t tell anyone, not even Chat Noir. That would just put him in danger too. I’m alone in this, I’ve accepted that and so should you.”

Marinette racked her brain for anything she could do to make this whole situation easier for herself, but every idea she had wouldn’t work. Every idea ended with complete isolation from everyone, abandoning all her friends and eventually her family too, just to continue to fight Hawkmoth for possibly the rest of her life, and never seeing them again. The other options included quitting being Ladybug for good, but that wouldn’t work either. For one, she doesn’t want to give Tikki up, or Chat Noir for that matter, and two she would have to go out and find a replacement and that would take who knows how long, and there's no guarantee that this new Ladybug would even be able to keep up with Chat Noir or handle the Akumas. Every option she thought of was one she didn't enjoy the outcome of.

A plan, she thought. I just need one plan, that’ll ensure I can beat Hawkmoth sooner rather than later, and won’t have to give up my civilian life forever for.

“Marinette, you don’t have to give up your civilian life or give up being Ladybug. You can do both,” Tikki pleaded. “I believe in you, you can handle both.”

And just then, an idea popped into Marinette’s head. It was insane and would probably require a lot of planning and wouldn’t be able to be put into action until her parents would be out of the city for a catering event for a few days. She would have two weeks to prepare for the most insane idea that she’s ever thought of.

“I don’t quite like the look on Marinette’s face right now…” Ziggy whispered to the other Kwami’s, “She has this crazed look in her eyes.”

“I’m not crazy, Ziggy,” Marinette stood up from her chaise, her tired, baggy eyes wild as she gestured to herself, “I’m a genius. I don’t have to give up my civilian life permanently!”

“See, Marinette! I told you that you didn't have to give up your civilian life! You just need to—”

“Fake my own kidnapping! There are no flaws in that!” Marinette enthused. “I’ll just go missing for a few weeks and dedicate that time to hunting down Hawkmoth and my duties as Ladybug won’t be as taxing! It’s genius!”

The Kwami’s looked at each other, and then looked back at Marinette. She had her arms crossed with one hand on her chin, occasionally lifting it to gesture at nothing as she mumbled to herself, pacing back and forth across her room. Her hair was messy from running her fingers through it and her eyes, formerly droopy and tired from stress, were now wide and wild thinking through the details of her plan.

The group of god-like creatures huddled together and nudged Sass forward to say something to their Guardian that may break her away from her plan. “Ah, Marinette, while that idea isss…intriguing, we don’t believe that it’sss the wisessst plan. Where would you go while being Ladybug? What would you do to find Hawkmoth? And if you did happen to find him and recover the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculousss, how would you go about un-kidnapping yourssself?”

Marinette stopped pacing and for a moment the Kwami’s thought that Sass had gotten through to Marinette. Until she opened her mouth, that is.

“Well, I would find an abandoned building to stay in, of course. As for finding Hawkmoth, that’s a plan that would take longer than a few minutes to think of, and figuring out what would happen after I recover the Miraculous is something for future Marinette to figure out.”

“Marinette,” Orikko spoke. “What about your friends? You’re parents? You’ll be leaving them, and they won’t even know what actually happened to you. Doesn’t that make you sad?”

Marinette’s arms went limp, as if hugging herself, her eyes softening and dropping in sadness, eyebrows scrunching, as a frown formed on her face. She looked as if the life had been sucked out of her. “You think I won’t be sad? Of course I’ll be sad. I don’t—I don’t actually want to leave my life behind, but I don’t have a choice. I’ve never had a choice when it comes to the Miraculous. I have to do what’s best for the greater good, and if giving up my life is what it takes, then that’s what I’ll do. No amount of begging is going to convince me to do otherwise. I’m sorry.”

The Kwami’s looked down after hearing Marinette. It hadn’t occurred to them that Marinette had felt this way about the Miraculous, or that she didn’t actually want to leave her friends and family behind and be the Guardian and Ladybug for the time being. The thought of this brought some of the Kwami’s to tears.

“Oh, Marinette,” Mullo cried. “We’re sorry! We didn’t think about how you felt about this. Well, we knew of course because we were there, but we didn’t know that’s exactly how you felt!”

The other Kwami’s shouted their agreement with what Mullo said, and flew over to hug Marinette.

Marinette closed her teary eyes and pet the Kwami’s as they nuzzled close to her, “I love each and every one of you.” she said, “Never think otherwise.”

“We love you too, Marinette!” Daizzi exclaimed.

“Everything will be okay, Marinette.” Wayzz declared, “All will go well.”

“Of course everything's gonna work out. I have all of you to help me.” Marinette replied. But even as the words left her mouth, she was still consumed by the everlasting blanket of loneliness that, in two weeks time, would be all she had.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #miraculous fic #marinette centric #mlb fandom #mlb fic #repost #dual posted on ao3 #alyanette #miraculous ladybug fic

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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im requesting these for my siblings so uhhh if i can. E for beelzebub and Z for asmodeus? both fluff? is that okay?

Ari this is so cute 🥺 requesting for siblings <3 I hope you’re doing well I haven’t seen you in a while. I’ll do Beel in a separate post

Prompt: Z - Zap

Pairing: Asmodeus x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Each time Asmodeus asked you to hang out you were always a little hesitant, frequently asking “what’s the catch?” assuming there was an ulterior motive.

Majority of the time there was none, Asmo just liked hanging out with you and rarely got a chance to. Other times there was a small catch, typically involving you and a new skin care routine or hair style.

This was one of those times.

“Asmo, I don’t think it fits…” you managed to squeak out as the tight knit shirt you wore suffocated you.

“It should fit! I know what styles work for you darling, did you put it on wrong?” The fifth born questioned from the other side of the curtain.

You paused before answering, not wanting to come off snarky but how could you possibly put a shirt on wrong? You peeled the shirt off and replaced it with your normal one, feeling instant relief and pulling the curtain back to glare at Asmo.

“Why am I doing this again?”

“Becaaaause, I went shopping for myself and found a bunch of cute outfits for you!!” The avatar of lust had a habit of doing this. He would go out for a few hours and then return with a mountain of shopping bags.

In a way you felt like a giant dress up doll for the fifth born, though you didn’t really mind. He meant well and never forced you to try on or wear anything you didn’t want to.

“This is the last one I promise!” Asmo held the shirt out to you. He had mastered the pleading eyes and pouting lips long ago knowing they worked on you.

You grabbed the shirt and closed the curtain again before looking closer at the shirt in your hands. A pastel pink sweater, the color wasn’t really your style but it was definitely Asmo’s. You could feel the static building inside the abomination, dreading the task of pulling it over your hair and onto your skin.

You hated it the minute it was all the way on, it felt like you were wearing some poor creature. You could hear the static popping every time you moved, convinced you would electrocute yourself on the next thing you touched. You gave a few quick hits on the curtain, making sure it wouldn’t shock you, then ripped it back to face the demon you cursed you with the pink monstrosity.

“Asmodeus there is a naked sheep running around somewhere! Give this back to them!!” You pulled at the sweater to emphasize your words.

“Oh hush!! You look absolutely precious!” Asmo reached out to grab your hands. The instant his fingers brushed against yours he was zapped by the heavy static electricity that had been gathering while trapped inside the sweater. “OW!”

The fifth born reeled backwards, pulling his hand in close to his chest, a look of betrayal in his eyes.

“If you don’t like it then just tell me! But there’s no reason to use magic and zap me!” You could hear the pain in his voice. It took you a second to realize he wasn’t joking, he actually thought you had done that on purpose.

“Asmo it was an accident, I’m sorry! It’s just from all the static in this dang puff ball I’m wearing” you gave the sweater another tug in frustration.

“Accident!? How do you accidentally use magic to hurt someone!” He huffed, still caressing his hand.

“Magic? Do…do you not know about…static electricity?”

“Of course I do… but explain it to me again just to be sure…” Asmo looked you up and down, not entirely believing that you had harmed him on accident.

“Material like this sweater gathers static, humans can carry that electrical charge and then when we touch another object the electricity is transferred or discharged and usually results in a shock.” You watched his face switch from betrayal to confusion.

“What do you mean humans carry electricity?? That’s not normal!”

“Says the demon who can charm people with his eyes…” You chuckled. “I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, can you forgive me?”

Asmodeus shifted on his feet, he couldn’t stay upset with you for long, he had too many plans for the two of you.

“Fine…but take that THING off before you touch me again!” Asmo picked a nearby shopping bag and opened it towards you “I’m returning it first thing tomorrow, I won’t let you wear something that won’t let me hold your hand!”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me asmodeus #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo fluff #kats 200+ event

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wearingaberetinparis · 1 year

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Snippet Upcoming Jily AO3 AU

@wonderfullyweirdd this one is for you and I hope it will make you feel so much better after your terrible day. All credits for this idea go to @annabtg who wrote a wonderful fic called AO3 Is Down (read it if you haven't yet). All encouragement of me pursuing this goes to (again) @annabtg, @annasghosts and @practicecourts! Thank you, sweethearts! Anyway, I am naming this oneshot after yet another Taylor Swift song, because I can: everybody is a sexy baby, and i'm a monster on a hill.

andytonks OMG!!!!!! prongs updated Mischief Managed and do.not.call.me.lilyflower dropped a new AU oneshot at practically the same time! *Shocked emoji* Did I die and go to heaven?! *Pinching herself.*

alice.in.wonderland It’s supposed to be Friday the 13th, right? I was preparing myself for the absolute worst and now my two absolute faves prongs and do.not.call.me.lilyflower updated on the same day?! I could cry actual tears of joy! The only thing that would be better is if they would actually collab.

andytonks OMG!!!!!!!!! I would pay to see them paired up. @notmaryberry work your magic with next month's challenge will you?

notmaryberry I shall take it under advisement. *Thinking emoji* Joking, on it already. *Grinning emoji* They both signed up for the Valentine's one. I mean... could it be any more perfect?! *Heart emoji* But also: nooooooooo!!!!!! I’ve got to bloody work late today and there is no way I’ll be able to read anything before I get home tonight and it’s been such a shitty day that I fear I might not be able to stay up past ten. Why do I have to be a functioning adult while I could read fanfiction all day…? andytonks Babe!!!!!!! That’s so sad!!!!!! But also... you are evil. Pairing them up for Valentine’s… Just let me know where I transfer the money I owe you. *Winking emoji* notmaryberry *Mwah* It's completely free of charge, love. It’s not as if I wouldn’t benefit here immensely myself. I think, actually, that I’m doing the entire community a service. padfoot Look at you ladies scheming without me… I taught you well alice.in.wonderland I feel like Charlie’s Angels. We should do the whole: “Hi Charlie!” whenever you pop up. padfoot *Shudders* I’m so not a Charlie If you’d seen me in real life you’d think I’m too cool for fandom any way Alas My best mate dragged me down notmaryberry @padfoot do you reckon we can make prongs and do.not.call.me.lilyflower pairing up for the V-day challenge look like a coincidence?! padfoot Ha! prongs would immediately suspect anyone who would do such a thing of foul play You know how he gets when anyone mentions she-who-must-not-be-named around him notmaryberry Oh well, he can just voice his complaint and I’ll calm him down. I’m not a teacher for nothing. I’ve got experience with dramatic temper tantrums! (Had to resolve four today, can you believe I teach in secondary?!) Plus, I can just say that I wanted to have two of our most esteemed writers working together, so the fandom could enjoy the magic they create. I wouldn’t even be lying. *High five emoji*

andytonks I’m so confused as to why they don’t like each other?! Like… They are both insanely talented, write for the same fandom and they just full on ignore the other. I’ve never seen either so much as tag the other or reblog the other’s works and the fandom is SMALL!!!!!!

notmaryberry Oh, I keep forgetting that you weren’t around for *the incident*.

alice.in.wonderland Those were dark, dark, dark days… I think it’s tragic to be honest. It’s been… two years by now, I think, right?

notmaryberry Roughly, I think. It's so stupid. It was clearly a misunderstanding. If only @snake.boy hadn’t butted in and made prongs seem as if he was antagonising her…

andytonks Oh, right! Didn’t prongs say that he didn’t like AUs or something?! Or that he thought that non-magical fics were a waste of time?!

padfoot Gross misinterpretation of his words He said he didn’t like *writing* non-magical fic He never said he doesn't like reading it Plus he never once mentioned do.not.call.me.lilyflower That was @snake.boy tagging her in his post and causing hellfire to nearly break up the fandom as a whole

notmaryberry True! Of course, everyone butted in with their two cents and then prongs and do.not.call.me.lilyflower were on opposite ends of a conflict that neither of them started. They’ve been rivals ever since.

alice.in.wonderland I wouldn’t say rivals so much. They just pretend the other doesn’t exist.

padfoot Believe me He knows she exists all too well He seethes in his room over her talents and complains about her imagery, similes and metaphors I caught him reading her works so many times He even has a separate AO3 account where he bookmarks her fics and leaves comments on them He says he’s merely investigating what she’s up to but who is he kidding?! As if this isn’t fanfiction we’re talking about

alice.in.wonderland Hey! Don’t act as if fic isn’t what we actually live and breathe for!

padfoot Course it is It's just that I like prongs to think he’s pathetic for it all Remember that he doesn’t know I’m IN the fandom and that I read his and her work as religiously as some might read LOTR or the Bible

andytonks Honestly, I love you, but you’re such a prick.

padfoot that’s what most people that know me say Except for my mother She would never have said the first

#everybody is a sexy baby and i'm a monster on a hill #upcoming fic #jily ao3 au

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Fanfic: Comm Buoy Secure Encryption

Or, Shakarios Part 2: Revenge of the Garrus

[Read on AO3] - Rated E for EXTREMELY SPICY TIMES

Pairing: Garrus/Thane/FShep | Rating: 18+ | Words: ~5700

The word Roshun is borrowed from bluerose5. Check out her fics for more shakarios!

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Two and a half years. It had been nearly two and a half years.

“Welcome home, Vakarian.”

The customs agent waves him on through to the orbital shuttles, and he’s off. The familiar glow of re-entry almost makes him feel normal again. He’s strapped in with a handful of other civilians. One of them is muttering to their companion about the running news segment.

“Authorities are investigating a possible link between the recent activation of the Omega-4 Relay and an explosive event near the galactic core.”

He shuts his eyes. No one would believe him anyway.

They’re about to touch down when his omni-tool pings.

| SHEP: Let us know you got there safe, big guy.

There’s a photo attachment. Shepard is grinning wide next to Thane, his lips upturned in a timid smile.

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The first week goes by in a whirlwind. There’s hardly time to think between Solana’s wedding and his father’s questions. Where have you been these last two years? Cerberus is an enemy of the state. People don’t come back from the dead, Garrus.

But Shepard had.

“The way you talk about her,” Solana says one day, “It’s like you don’t believe she’s real.”

Thane talks about her that way, too, he thinks. Maybe that’s the only reason he does believe she’s real. Thane’s eidetic memory is one of the few things keeping him sane in that regard. The memory of their night together resurfaces and he fights to control the flange in his voice.

“You should meet her. You should meet both of them.”

“Both of them?” Solana asks, confusion intoned beneath her layered voice. Her eyes narrow with the understanding that he’s not telling her everything.

But he just shakes his head, as yet unwilling to share the warmth that blooms in his chest when he thinks of them.

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The second week tests his mental fortitude.

“I believe you, but Cerberus doesn’t have the resources for it," his father says with a sidelong glance. "They’re just a bunch of ex-military assholes who never should have left the Sol System.”

“I don’t know where they get their money, dad. But I’m telling you they had a direct line to the Illusive Man.”

“Did you speak with him personally?”

Garrus shakes his head.

“Damn coward thinks he’s some kind of Shadow Broker,” Castis mutters. “Look, son. You're making bold claims. It’ll be a hard sell without data.”

“Hold on, I’ll send you the ship schematics.” Garrus punches up his omni-tool to transfer the data.

His father nods. “I’ll pass this up the chain. Dig through what you have and send me anything else.”

Garrus turns his attention back to his omni-tool to make sure he hasn't missed anything. As he's sifting through what footage he was able to collect on his visor, a message pops up from Shepard. It's been a few days since he heard from her, but that's not abnormal - typical hangup with interstellar data and comm buoys.

When he opens the message, he nearly chokes on his own tongue.

| SHEP: Miss you, hotshot.

His eyes are greeted with a lurid sight. Shepard stares back at him, her hair fanned out over softly wrinkled, white pillows. She licks her lips and smirks, sets her omni-tool down on the nightstand, revealing her state of undress - completely naked from the waist down, black camisole bunched up over her breasts. Garrus' eyes go wide when he realizes Thane's head is buried between her legs. She arches her back and threads her fingers through his crest, urging him on.

Stunned to silence, Garrus fumbles for the mute on his omni-tool and exits the message before she starts getting loud.

Castis glances up from his terminal. "What's the matter?"

"N- nothing," he says, probably too quickly. "...spam call."

Garrus braces himself for more questions, but blessedly, his father says nothing.

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Garrus doesn’t want to admit he can’t stop thinking about (and rewatching) this ridiculous (hot) clip of Thane going down on Shepard. Worse yet, he doesn’t know how to respond to such a message. The nagging thoughts follow him through stuffy hierarchy debriefs until finally, he fires off a message he instantly kicks himself for.

| GV: Warn a guy next time.

Her reply comes through just two hours later, while he's having dinner with Solana and her partner.

| SHEP: Consider yourself warned.

A forwarded attachment from Thane follows within seconds, and his finger hovers over the innocuous notification labeled "no subject" before he puts two and two together.

They're both in on this.

Hours later, when he's finally alone, Garrus holds his breath as he downloads the vid and transfers it to his visor.

Shepard's eyes stare right back at him.

She's kneeling, unzipped hoodie framing the dog tags resting on her bare chest. Her gaze is heavy - she knows he’s watching - so intense that he doesn't realize what her hands are doing until Thane's twin shafts are extricated from his leggings - hard and proud, and inches from her mouth.

Garrus mutters a breathy swear, reaching between his legs to soothe his hardness, already growing strong. Before he even knows what he's doing, his own cock is in his hand.

She swipes her tongue over the tip of each length, one by one. Her hand curls around his upper shaft and Garrus can hear Thane's soft sigh out of frame as she begins to stroke him. Her dark lips push against the head of Thane’s lower length, her mouth opening around him. He slides effortlessly into her throat. Garrus can practically feel her - getting oral from another species isn’t something any turian could ever forget. Watching her give the same pleasure to Thane - blessed (and cursed) with the intimate knowledge of how he tastes - is the sweetest torture.

She works him as only she could, hands and mouth and shoulders moving together, a visual chorus of action that makes his head spin - is she performing for Thane or for him? She must want it bad.

There's a soft "Siha'' from off screen. She moans as one scaled hand cards through her hair. They’re impossibly beautiful together, their sounds of mutual pleasure distorting his reality, an emotional tailspin of lust and affection.

And then something in the background catches his eye that sends him flying over the edge.

They’re in his bunk - his own fucking bunk - tucked into the corner of the main battery.

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If the first vid had been distracting, the second was downright criminal.

“You look like you hardly slept last night,” Castis says with a flange of disapproval in his voice.

Garrus shrugs, having hardly heard the man. Papers and datapads are strewn across his makeshift workstation with intel they’ll be bringing to the hierarchy. He’d slept alright - about three hours, after his traitor dick kept him awake long after he’d tried to drain its frustration.

Only one week left on Palaven, and he’s beginning to think they’d meant to sabotage his trip from the get-go. Commander fucking Shepard is sexting him on turian comm channels from the other side of the fucking galaxy. His hide feels tight - his pants, even tighter. His cock feels like an insatiable parasite sucking the blood from his body.

“Where are you going?” His father asks as Garrus rises from his desk without a word.

“Gonna shower before we head out.”

“Make it quick.”

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| GV: Hey

Shepard views Garrus' attachment while stuffing half a sandwich in her mouth. He's leaning against a shower stall, his plates shining with hot water. One hand reaches down to his considerable length and she nearly chokes, her eyes bulging when he wraps a taloned hand around himself, slowly pumping with a tight fist.

| GV: Never would have pegged you two for a bunch of cockteases. When I get back there…

| GV: I hope you're ready.

A quiet rasp floats from her omni-tool, and Shepard slams her hand on the mute button.

Only a few feet away, Tali is attaching a custom stock to her shotgun. "Did you hear that?" she asks, looking around for the source of the very sexual but decidedly non-human sigh that had just come from Shepard's direction.

Shepard coughs, trying to remember to chew the rest of her sandwich so it doesn't choke her on its way down.

"Hear what?"

Tali's expression is unreadable beneath her helmet, but Shepard swears she sees her luminous eyes narrow as she hurries past toward the elevator.

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Garrus smirks to himself when her reply comes through a day later (sadly, without an attachment this time).

| SHEP: Bring it on.

One more night on Palaven. He can't resist sending an instant response.

| GV: Be careful what you wish for.

Before his message is even finished processing, an attachment from Thane arrives. Subject line: “See you soon.”

The audio comes through, deafening in the silence of his room: shifting blankets and skin on skin as Thane lays her down on her side. He's behind her, all bare scales and muscled arms and roaming hands as he kisses her neck, massages her breast, before drifting lower. Garrus can hear him murmuring into her skin as he molds himself against her naked body, devouring her with his embrace.

And then he grips her thigh and raises it up - and fuck. To see the dripping need between her legs floods him with the memory of her scent, and he's at full mast in moments.

He grits his teeth in frustration, torn between losing himself to this fantasy and fearing to blink, should he miss a single moment. Thane's fingers ripple through her folds and reemerge, glistening with her desire. And then he's moving, touching, positioning the lower of his dual cocks behind her and she moans. Her body tenses, her mouth falls open as he pushes into her tight ass from behind, Thane nearly shaking with restraint. He watches as they lose themselves to one another, Thane slowly fucking the breath from her body with each long, deep thrust. His chest feels tight - eyes fixed on the plush, glistening softness of her empty cunt - he should be there, sliding his tongue inside her, his fingers, his aching cock -

Thane's fingertips spread her open and circle over her clit. Shepard's face melts into bliss, her head pitched back, shoulders tense, breath fluttering in her chest as she comes hard, all while her pussy visibly clenches around nothing.

| SHEP: I told him to save room for you.

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Eighteen hours later, he's standing in the SR2's airlock, practically vibrating with anticipation. Decontamination never felt so long.

There's no real reason to assume she's waiting for him on the other side of this door. But the decon VI helpfully tells him "CO Shepard has the deck" and the simple sound of her name makes his plates itch under his armor.

He checks his omni-tool for the seventh time. Nothing from either of them yet.

The doors hiss open to a quiet flight deck.

"Welcome back, Gary," Joker says with a sideways smile. "Get any ass on short leave?"

Garrus doesn't even have the mental bandwidth to roll his eyes at the dumb human nickname. You don't know the half of it, he thinks to himself.

"Like you wouldn't believe," he mutters. Garrus doesn't even try to control his eager subvocals - Joker can't hear them anyway.

"Great, cause Shepard said to put your ass to work as soon as you boarded. Something about calibrating her internal heat exchangers."

Garrus shoulders his duffel and heads toward the CIC.

He's fifteen steps down the gangway when he overhears EDI in the cockpit: "The internal heat exchangers are performing as expected, Jeff."

Oh.

He punches up the elevator for the captain's cabin.

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Even if she spends little time there, Shepard's cabin smells different from the rest of the ship. Her scent hits him like a wave as he crosses the threshold. Somehow, the anticipation feels worse than his teenage years.

He exhales sharply when he finds Thane lounging on the sofa, shirt off and pants undone - as hard as the day is long. And Shepard - fucking hell - the look in her eyes is pure satisfaction, a woman who knows precisely what kind of trouble she's starting. She’s on the floor, between his knees. Her mouth is stuffed full of him.

Play it cool, Vakarian.

"Internal heat exchangers, huh?" he drawls with a raised brow.

With a wet smack of her lips, she pulls off of Thane's cock and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Fuck. Life just hasn't been the same since he's been burdened with the memory of her hot throat.

"Yep. Knew you were the right man for the job," she says with a playful smile.

Thane's eyes are locked on him, and there's something in his stare that seems different from last time he’d come up to their cabin. A new kind of desire, this time interwoven with… openness. Trust. And yet, after weeks of fucking his own hand to the tune of their escapades, Garrus is still just a little unsure how to engage them. He fumbles for the confidence he knows he has, assessing the look on Thane's face with calculated consideration.

An opportunity, then, he decides.

"You know," Garrus muses. "I'm more of a gunnery guy, but I think I might be able to help."

He knows exactly how that sentence sounds, but it has the desired effect, what with the soft chuckle he earns from Shepard. He takes a step forward, lingers maybe just a little too long on the pale green scales of Thane's abdomen, noting the subtle uptick in the man's vitals through his visor.

"...in fact, my scans are showing we're on an overheat trajectory. Could cause some serious damage."

"Oh no," Shepard whispers, covering her mouth in mock surprise, as though she isn't face to face with a veritable bouquet of alien cock. "Officer Vakarian, what should we do?"

Her eyes dart between Garrus and Thane, and the way she licks her lips makes his hide feel like it’s going to burn straight through his civvies. His next words rise unbidden before he can stop them.

"Both of you, on the bed. Now."

He’ll never forget how her brows shoot straight up. "Yes, sir," she says with a playful lilt in her voice. Shepard turns as she rises, giving him an eyeful of how her panties are endearingly riding up one smooth, round cheek.

Sir, he thinks. Shepard is calling him sir.

Thane’s voice is full of warmth as he stands and steps close. "We've missed you, Roshun,” Thane touches his chin and leans up to press a kiss against his mouth. Garrus can smell Shepard's musk on his hand. "I trust Palaven was an enjoyable stay for you?"

Garrus' chest rumbles as the drell pivots away to join her. His blood feels heavy and hot, his cock curving hard against the inside of his codpiece.

"Yeah, it was great," he says with no small amount of sarcasm "While I was meeting with the Primarch's aides, you were getting sucked off in the battery."

"A shame you couldn't have joined us," Thane says with a sly smile.

Shepard parts her knees for him as they fold together in bed. She pulls her black camisole off head and their hands connect over her breast, Thane's graceful palm kneading in slow circles. Through his visor, he can see their heart rates climb to a steady thrum as they mold together, skin to skin.

"You going to join us, big guy?" Her voice tightens as Thane thumbs her nipple. "I thought you were dying to get back here." She shimmies out of her panties and Garrus manages one single, suffocating glimpse of the intimate shadow between her thighs before she winds one long leg around Thane's. The smothered groan she pulls from him tells Garrus everything he needs to know about how wet she is, and spirits be damned…

"You spent the last three weeks teasing me," he says, stepping toward them. "Seems only fair I should return the favor."

"I'm beginning to think we may not have teased you enough, Roshun." Thane rasps, bowing his head to Shepard's chest. The dark green stripes criss-crossing his back shift under Shepard's hands, subtle ridges of his spine catching the low light and leading Garrus' eyes downward. Propped up on his knees, the man's ass is center stage, sizable lengths jutting from his undone fly, both erect and leaking precome on the pristine white sheets.

Restraint is a word rapidly evaporating from Garrus' vocabulary. His hands connect with Thane's hips and the man rumbles in acknowledgement, pressing back into his touch. He spares a moment to peel Thane's too-tight pants off his thighs, lets his wide palm roam the curve of Thane's backside, and in a flash of impulse… gives his ass a firm smack.

The action stuns even himself - his copper-blue blood flashing cold in his veins as he braces himself for reprimand.

Instead, Thane gasps, a surprised, vulnerable sound that shoots straight to his groin. It makes him damn near feral, darkness and frayed control collecting in the corners of his eyes. Thane's firm ass pushes back into his hands and he feels the first thread of inhibition snap within him.

With a groan, Garrus presses himself up against Thane’s backside and slips an arm around him, palming his cocks.

“Damn, Vakarian,” Shepard huffs. “A few weeks away really left you hungry.”

"Kind of unfair that you two were rolling in the sheets all that time without me," he says, subvocals keening so strongly in arousal it makes his throat raw. "I think it's my turn to call the shots."

He pushes a palm into the center of Thane's back, savoring the groan of need as his head is forced low between Shepard's legs. Just as Garrus had hoped, the position puts his face barely a hand's width away from her bared sex.

Thane thinks he knows where this is going - and he's half right - but as his hands grip her thighs to pull her closer, Garrus swats his ass again. The shudder and heavy-lidded look he earns could melt him straight through to the engineering deck.

"You'll taste her when I say to, understand?"

Face down, ass up, the position is compromising, but there's no reason Thane couldn't free himself if he wanted to. Garrus' eyes rake over him like a man starved, finally sparing a moment to free his own erection from his pants as he takes in the pair beneath him.

"Damn," she whispers as she begins to tease the wetness between her legs. Garrus' tongue is thick in his throat, his body burning so hot he has to yank at the buttons closing his shirt. His blood surges as cool starship air hits his keel and he reaches for her, deliriously cinching her small human wrists together in one three-fingered hand, pulling them away from the ache she's so keen to satisfy.

Part of him thinks he's already gone too far. But Shepard smiles, voluntarily lifting both her arms over her head in a gesture that makes her look especially enticing - to say nothing of the attractive things the position does to her breasts.

"Alright, killer," she says with a smile. "Show me what you got."

"That's my girl," he murmurs. He runs a hand along her thigh, one taloned thumb reaching to swipe the slick heat between her legs. "You want it so bad you'll do anything I tell you."

"Almost anything."

"We'll see," he says with a smirk, circling his thumb over her clit before pulling away, pressing that same thumb to Thane's lips. Thane accepts without question, warm mouth engulfing him, eagerly sucking Shepard's essence off his hand.

"Got a lot of steam to blow off after that trip, Krios. Can you handle it?"

Thane practically purrs in response, shifting himself against Garrus’ hips and peering back at him over his shoulder. His sheath is glistening at the root of his twin cocks, and Garrus gathers some of the slick fluid as he presses one blunted finger against Thane's opening.

"I am at your service, Roshun."

Garrus doesn't waste a second, breaching Thane's opening with a slow press of his hand. The heat within grips him like a vice, hot and tight. He feels different than anyone he's ever had before, and the delirious pull of pleasure to come spurs him on even further.

"Spread her open for me, Krios." Arousal bleeds into his voice as he unfastens his pants with his free hand. Thane obediently pushes on her thighs, spreading her wide. "Be good and I might let you have a taste."

"You fucking better," Shepard groans. Thane's mouth is inches from her flushed cunt, his breath coming hot and hard.

"You feel that, sweetheart?"

She nods, hands clenching above her head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't just fuck him over you like this? Maybe show you what it's like, getting a front row seat lightyears away from the action." The thought of Thane moaning hot over her untouched center as he takes his fill of her lover's body…

Shepard has the nerve to flutter her lashes at him. "That the best you can do?"

He growls, twists his finger in Thane's channel and the man gasps, bucking back against his hand.

"Demon woman," he huffs. "It was your idea, wasn't it, Shep? Teasing me like that. Showing me all the wild places you guys fuck each other on this ship?"

"You liked it," she bites out.

"You bet your sweet human ass I did. Doesn't mean I won't make you pay for it."

She scoffs. "Maybe next time I'll -"

"Next time I want you to call me on the QEC. I want a live feed."

She actually laughs at that. The ship is only equipped with one entangled channel: a severed connection to the Illusive Man. But the thought of misusing a wildly expensive miracle of particle physics just to watch her fuck doesn't appear to be lost on her. She meets his eyes and wiggles her hips, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Hope you didn't expect me to delete that footage," He continues as he withdraws and cleans his hand, watching as Thane's tight hole releases him. "Maybe Thane and I should compare notes sometime."

Thane takes a moment to adjust his position, moving his knees just little wider, his ass just a little higher, ready and willing as Garrus has ever seen. A quick detour to her nightstand and the lubricant from their last encounter is exactly where he remembered it should be.

Eyes never leaving them, Garrus uncaps the bottle and squeezes some into his palm as he orders: "Show me your tongue, Thane."

Shepard tenses as Thane's tongue darts out, hovering a breath away from her apex.

"Good man," Garrus huffs, coating his cock in the slick substance. "Go on, give her a taste."

Fixated on them, he barely hears how she groans when Thane's red, bifurcated tongue connects with her heated slit. Garrus can't help but stroke the taut scales of Thane's ass as his tongue glides slowly along her center, releasing a guttural sigh of satisfaction as he goes

"Just like that. Keep going, just like that," he murmurs, resting the tip of his cock at Thane's entrance. "Are you ready for me?"

Thane pauses in his exploration of her, his raspy voice nearly a whisper: "Please, Roshun."

"What was that?"

The drell clears his throat. "Please," he offers, louder this time. His breaths come slow and heavy against Shepard's cunt and he tips his hips back toward Garrus' length.

A hand roams over his backside, talons dragging along smooth scales as Garrus taps the tip of his cock against Thane's hole. "You can do better than that, Krios. Tell me what you want."

Shepard, with her arms trembling above her head, grinds her hips down on Thane's mouth and he practically whines his frustration. Pressing his palms into the bed for better leverage, he thrusts himself back against Garrus' hips and huffs against Shepard's sex, writhing between the two of them as though he can't decide whether to suck her cunt or fill himself with turian cock.

It's a victory in and of itself to see calm, reserved Thane Krios worked up on desire. Garrus purrs, slowly thrusting his length along the cleft of the man's ass.

"Come on, Krios." He reaches forward, a hand cupping Thane's jaw to hold him just shy of Shepard's center, cock pressing hard at the rim of his entrance. "I don't think you want it bad enough."

"Please, Roshun," he rasps, throat puffing out in desperation. "Make me yours."

Perfect. He's perfect.

Garrus shakes as he pushes forward, breaching Thane's opening, rapidly losing the more rational parts of himself as the man's tight, hot channel stretches around him. Slowly, he tells himself. Go slowly.

The low, guttural sound Thane makes is pure rapture. Slack-jawed, his eyes squeeze shut as Garrus pries him open. "Ocean take me,” he groans, head dropping against Shepard's pubic bone.

Garrus squeezes his hips. "Don't get distracted, Krios." Obediently, Thane's head rises, his eyes raking up the bare expanse of Shepard's quivering body. "You don't finish until she does."

Having already been intimately acquainted with the way she tastes, there’s something intense and visceral about watching the way Thane teases apart her slit with his mouth. She shudders beneath his mouth, biting back a moan as he drags the meat of his tongue upwards along her clit. The motion pushes back her hood, opening her further to sensation. When he passes over her pearl again, she tenses all over, her hands clenched in the pillows above her head. Garrus can't help but vocalize his appreciation, caught between the dizzying sight of Thane’s mouth in her cunt and the intense, tight heat clutching his cock.

“Hot,” he mutters, rocking back, sinking back in. "She tastes good, doesn’t she?”

Thane gasps as Garrus pushes inside him again, gasping for breath over Shepard’s glistening clit. “Incredible,” he manages. "An ocean like none other."

The memory of her taste is as alive as the slick, gleaming flesh beneath Thane's mouth. Garrus stretches himself over the other man, long limbs and body arcing easily within reach of the action he's only now starting to accept he has some control over. The position forces him to the hilt inside Thane's channel, the new angle making Thane’s tongue stutter on its steady exploration of Shepard's pussy.

He shoves one taloned hand against her thigh and she gasps, obediently spreading her legs wider for him. “I want a taste too,” he says, running his palm over Thane's throat.

Hips rocking of their own accord, Garrus runs one thick finger down Shepard's wet slit and then pushes it inside, subvocals screaming his need as she moans for him. With Thane's tongue on her apex, Garrus lets himself linger. How he'd gone from reckless vigilante to fuck buddies with the dead Commander Shepard and renowned assassin Thane Krios is anyone’s guess. But here and now, the position he's found himself in is not lost on him. Finger-deep in her cunt with his cock buried in her lover's ass, he's inside both of them in one way or another. The heat is more scorching than any Palaven summer.

"Spirits, you both…" The words are meaningless, unintelligible, his hips rocking slow and deep against Thane's ass in attempt to soothe the aching, consuming desire to somehow fuck them both simultaneously.

Somehow, he manages to withdraw his hand and bring it to his mouth to taste her salt.

"Should've warned me that humans taste so good.” He savors her, each drop of her essence reducing him lower and lower until it feels like he’s drowning in lust. His hips have a mind of their own, easing his length in and out of Thane’s clutching heat. “Do you think about me when he fucks you? That why you couldn't stop sexting me?"

She whines as Thane gives her clit a stiff lick, and her voice is strained. “You bet your ass I do.”

“I’m listening." He gives Thane’s ass a firm squeeze.

“Wanted you hot,” she manages. “Ready to cut loose.”

Garrus shudders. His hips snap into the man beneath him and Thane gasps, the sound muffled between Shepard's legs.

“That’s my girl. Give her more - I think we both want to hear all the pretty sounds she makes.”

“Roshun,” Thane’s voice wavers against her. He's so close that his beautiful, verdant lips are stroking her with every measured lap of his tongue.

“I’m going to ruin you,” Garrus growls, hardly able to form a rational thought as white-hot heat erodes his mind.

His eyes fall closed, he lets his large hands roam over the stripes on Thane's back, the delicate pleated frills at his sides. It’s so easy to tease him, gently grazing talons over vermilion flesh, before traveling lower still, gripping the crease of his thigh, moving over his as yet neglected dual cocks. His hand closes around both of Thane’s shafts. The man's tongue slip into Shepard’s opening, and Garrus can hardly hold himself back. His hand sets the pace, and his hips follow.

“Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me. But us.”

He doubles over Thane’s back, pumping into him with vigor.

“And when you call me on that QEC," he pants, "I want you both naked and begging on that lowlife Cerberus conference table. I want you to see me stroking myself as you moan to every star between us."

“Yes. God- fuck-" she quakes as Thane moans long and deep against her. "God damn-"

He’s fucking Thane so hard that his thrusts carry momentum into her body. Thane’s jaw crashes against her cunt, her body jolting with each movement. By now he’s long since ready to admit to himself that he loves the way her tits shake.

“Use your hands, Thane,” he pants. "Show me."

Thane is quick to comply. He teases his fused digits from her clit down to her opening; his ruby cheek rests slack-jawed on her thigh as he pushes inside her. Shepard is so damn wet that he can see the gleaming, viscous curve of her fluid gathering around his fingers as her cunt swallows them down.

“Are you close, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she bites out. Garrus’ hand tightens on Thane’s cocks and he can see the drell’s eyes fall closed, his mouth parted and gasping.

“Give it to her,” he says through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop until you both finish.”

Thane's whole body vibrates with an eager trill. His mouth covers her sex, devouring her like she's the only thing in the world worth tasting, all fingers and tongue and desperate fury, working her into a quivering, wailing mess. Garrus lets the last thread of his control snap, pounding into him from behind, losing himself to the heat and the softness and the sweet give of Thane's flesh beneath his hands. His talons prick at glossy scales and all it seems to do is spur Thane on; the man thrusts back against him with eager rasps of pleasure, lost between Shepard's trembling thighs.

Though he'd demanded she keep them over her head, Garrus doesn't argue when she lowers one hand to her breast and the other to Thane's head, stroking his sensitive cheek. Thane's free hand joins Garrus' over his twin lengths, guiding him to the perfect grip to send him over the edge.

"Fuck, Thane- fuck-"

Her back arches, grip tightening around whatever she can reach as she hits her peak. Garrus can practically see her cunt sucking around Thane's fingers as she goes, crying out with each searing stroke of his tongue.

"Don't you dare stop, Krios."

Thane can only groan as Shepard writhes against him, her hips twitching in oversensitive pleasure-pain. And it isn't long until Garrus feels Thane's body go tense, his cocks stiffening further in his hand. As the man's channel spasms around him, Thane's abundant release flows warm and wet over Garrus' fingers.

It's too much, too fast, too hot - he's right there on the edge, head spinning and throat raw. Garrus shakes as he thrusts deep, lost to the gripping heat around his cock and the colors exploding behind his closed eyes. With a final strained gasp, he finishes, releasing pulse after pulse of hot cum deep into Thane's suffocating heat.

For a long moment, the three of them are reduced to shallow breaths and silence. Shepard falls boneless against the pillows, her body radiant with a satin sheen of exertion. Garrus extricates himself slowly from Thane's body and the man crumples between her legs, Garrus' thick spend already oozing from his twitching channel. He smiles in blissful contentment, resting his head in the crook of Shepard's splayed knee.

They're a damn mess. They're perfect.

"Jesus H Christ," Shepard breathes after a while. "We are absolutely doing that again."

Thane makes a soft sound in agreement and mumbles something unintelligible. Garrus can't help but smile, watching their sated drell sag further into the mattress, stretching his tired legs and untensing his spine.

"I think you killed him, big guy."

"Looks like.”

Thane clears his throat and manages, "Thoroughly calibrated, Roshun."

Shepard gives a short laugh and pulls herself off the bed.

"We missed you," she murmurs, letting Garrus pull her into his arms and nuzzle into her hair. She's so small against him like this - it's almost impossible to compare her to the hardened woman he knows her to be.

"Thinking about making this a regular thing, then?"

"Without question," the boneless sack of scales formerly known as Thane announces from the bed. He inhales deep, and with a tired shove, rolls on to his back. "It's been far too long since I've been had with such… enthusiasm." His eyes look dreamy and unfocused, his hands slowly settling on the pale scales of his abdomen.

“You could’ve just asked,” Shepard says with a roll of her eyes, walking over to the shower. “I would’ve picked up a strap for you.”

“Some needs…” he says without opening his eyes. “...some needs are buried so deep they are difficult to articulate.”

Warmth wells in his chest. “Glad I could help you dig that out.”

Their eyes lock as Thane pushes himself up on his elbows. Garrus clasps his hand and hauls him up. With a satisfied hum, Thane presses a soft kiss to his mouth.

It’s in the little things, he thinks.

“...Hey Garrus?” Shepard calls from the restroom. “Does your visor record video?”

#shakarios #thane krios #garrus vakarian #vakarios #shrios #zet writes things #you wouldn't believe the sheer overhaul this fic got between the first draft and completion #mass effect fanfiction

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