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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ POLAROIDS | perv!eddie x reader ✦

part II is HERE!

wc: 2k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! male m*sturbation, or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, praising!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: eddie knows it's wrong to go through your drawers and steal your panties, but he can't help it, especially when he has a great idea on what exactly to do with them.

authors note: okay I CAVED IM SORRY BUT i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie, and more specifically i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie who's obsessed with stealing your panties... this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! enjoy this filth that im ashamed to post for being down this bad for EDDIE!! ALSO YES THOSE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT'S 1989 POLAROIDS I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT POLAROIDS 1989 COMES INTO MY MIND YES I HAVE ISSUES AND IM OBSESSED W TAYLOR SWIFT YES I EXIST!!!

eddie is a pervert.

or at least he feels like a pervert.

he's not proud of it, but he literally can't help himself when you're always around him.

it started out innocent, he would catch a glimpse of you in the hallways, enjoying the way your pretty giggles were infectious, making him smile immediately.

but then it turned into something else, almost like an infatuation, he was so addicted to being around you that he couldn't help it.

from little things to seeing your skirt flip up, to watching your tits bounce up and down with every curb eddie hit "accidentally", to the way he enjoyed you sitting on his lap while the two of you watched a movie, your ass shifting against his cock that made him hard immediately, to the way you made his mind fuzzy when you licked your ice cream, giggling as you swiped your finger, extending your finger so that eddie could also taste it.

it was as if you were teasing him, and it was driving him crazy, everything you did, eddie was obsessed with.

it was fine up until the point he started coming over to your house. it was as if something had taken over him, the first time he saw your room is when he lost it. it was filled with all of the posters of the bands he liked, you had shown it off to him like it was nothing, telling him that you liked listening to whatever he liked.

eddie knew then and there that he needed you in his life. forever.

when you left the room he couldn't help but go through your things, a huge smile plastered on his face as he saw the picture of the two of you, tucked to the side of your mirror.

then he started going through your drawers, he knew it was wrong, and he knew you could catch him at any minute, but it gave him this rush that he couldn't help but be excited about.

his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when he saw your lingerie, the pink lacy set you had was enough to give him a heart attack.

and he couldn't help but take one, just one he promised himself, he knew it was a lie, he knew he would come back for more, but he stuffed it into the back of his jean pockets, knowing that he would be jerking off to them while thinking of you.

and when stealing your panties became a regular thing eddie knew he was fucked. he would sneak into your room when you were not around, stealing those cute little pink lacy panties you had a thousand of that you always wore with your tight little skirts.

he would jerk off with them, imagining your tight cunt as he fucked the material, finishing off inside as he released his warm load in the soft material. imagining how good it would be to see you wearing them, your cunt covered in his jizz, the thought of that alone would make him go feral.

and soon he would get so comfortable stealing them, cleaning them, and returning them that he would notice how careless you were with them.

he had stolen from you countless times before, and not once had you noticed, you kept going lingerie shopping with him because of how you always lost your panties, it was a win-win situation for him.

this caused him get a bit more comfortable, and soon enough, he was now in your room when you told him you'd be taking a quick shower, he was hurrying to go through your drawers, and he smirked at the sight of the cute little heart-shaped panties, remembering these panties from the day you wore that tight little black dress, showing off your curves and ass every time you bent over to pick up something eddie 'accidentally' dropped.

as he gets on your bed to engulf himself in your scent fully, polaroids on your bedside catch his eye, he slowly reaches for them, and his eyes bulge at the countless pictures of you in a bikini, they were all taken by nancy when you, nancy and robin went to that girl's spring break, leaving him behind.

his sadness at the time of you leaving is washed all away when he sees those pictures. each picture sends more blood rushing to his already aching cock, he curses and groans as he quickly unbuckles his belt, his cock stirs and hardens in his boxers.

and he's quick to release this tension as his angry hard cock springs free out of his boxers, plopping against his stomach.

he stretches the panties against the girth of his cock, and then wraps the panties around his pink tip, pre-cum beading out of his slit, while his other hand is holding the polaroids, examining every part of it.

the polaroid is enough to put a clear image in his mind, the first picture is you smiling, your tits are bursting out of your bikini and the only thing he can picture is how good they would look when you were stuffed with his cock, begging and crying for more beneath him, the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust is enough to cause a low groan out of him.

he's slow to stroke himself with the soft material, a part of him wants you to catch him doing this, a part of him wants you to see how crazy he is for you, he wants to see your shocked face as he fucks your precious panties, and a part of him wants you to help him out, he doesn't want this to be over so soon.

he goes over to the next picture, this time you're laying down on your stomach, your whole frame is in the picture and your ass is sticking out from your thong-like bikini, you face the camera as your gaze is dark, so filled with lust that he groans again, tugging at his cock harder with your panties as he imagines spanking your ass, leaving handprints all over your cheeks.

his fantasies intensify now as he imagines your soft hands over his rough calloused ones, giggling as you stroke him and kiss his angry pink tip. 'mmm, you're s'big, eds.' he imagines you giggling.

he gets to the next polaroid, and the sight alone is enough to make him spill his load all over the picture.

you are looking up innocently as you stick your tongue out, he has no idea why nancy would have this sexy photoshoot with you but he's not complaining as he forcefully tugs your panties along with his cock, his pumps getting intense.

'what d'you want me to do, eds?' he imagines you batting your eyelashes at him as you are standing between his shaking thighs,

'd'you need me to suck you off?' he imagines you asking with your doe eyes.

'yes, doll, need your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.' he pictures your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, taking all of him.

'f-f-fuck, just like that, pretty girl.' he groans, praising the imaginary you.

'y'like that eds, y'like me sucking you off?' he winces at your words, his hand began to fist his cock harder, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead from the way he imagined you, he needed to cum.

's'big eds, it's s'fuckin' big, hmmm' you purr, even in his fantasy, eddie is needy.

'need you so bad, princess.' his voice is strained from his groans, he's fucking himself so hard against your panties that the material is straining him, giving him a mix of pleasure and pain.

he imagines holding your hair in a tight grip, pushing your head further as you gag around his cock, all teary-eyed as you look up at him, the image of your saliva mixing with your salty tears causing a strained moan out of him.

'y'gonna cum for me eds? paint my throat with your cum?' the way he imagines you with your doe-eyes and your filthy words is too much for him, his knuckles are white as they abuse his poor aching cock.

'yes baby, need to fill your throat with my cum.' he whimpers now, he feels pathetic, so pathetic, fucking your panties as he's ready to cum all over your polaroid pictures, just so he could show them to you, tell you how fucking pretty you look covered in his jizz.

he imagines you hollowing out your cheeks, as you take all of him with your pretty little lips, his huge cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, and your hands stroking whatever's left of him, massaging his balls, and eddie's eyes roll in the back of his head.

just then, he hears the shower noise turn off, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.

'need your cum, eds. need to taste you.' the imagination is more than enough to get him closer, his grip on your panties is so tight that he can feel his cock ache, he needs to release himself, and he needs to do it now.

'gonna cum, baby, s'good, princess, doing s'good.' his thighs tremble, as eddie's hand sped up now, he bucked his hips forward in a rough movement as the image of you beneath his thighs taking him all was etched into his mind.

'f-f-fuck, gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours.' he groans, and he tugs on his cock faster and faster, his thumb swiping over the tip messily as he releases his warm load into the hem of your panties, animalistic groans leaving his lips.

'take it all, baby, shit.' he murmurs as his cock twitches in your panties, his sticky load covering all the soft material.

the sound of the bathroom door opening causes panic out of him before he can even ride out his climax he places the polaroids on the bedside and then he places the panties next to your clean clothes, getting dressed as he attempts to look nonchalant, sitting on your bed.

'sorry i took so long.' you giggle as you enter, and eddie just hums, his mind still hazy from what happened and the blood is rushing to his cock again as you stand in front of him with a tiny towel wrapped around your body.

your legs are shining and the towel is so tight that he can see the curve of your ass, and your breasts are so pushed together that eddie wants to curse himself for being this perverted about you.

he straightens himself, trying to appear as normal as you walk over to him.

'can you turn around, i'm gonna change.' you murmur, heat rising to your cheeks.

he awkwardly nods as he places himself in front of the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face as he watches you putting on the panties that was covered with his warm cum.

he expects you to have a shocked face, turn around and accuse him, or he expects you to believe that you got so aroused that you immediately soaked your panties, and he thinks he could help you with that.

but what he doesn't expect is to hear you whimper, and his head shots up at the sound, 'mhmm' you almost groan and the blood is quick to rush to eddie's cock again, he's hard as a rock.

'it's not warm enough.' you hum, as eddie turns to face you, his brows knit together in confusion.

'w-what?' he stutters almost, you shrug.

'next time i'd prefer if you actually came in me.' you say nonchalantly, and eddie's jaw almost opens at your words.

his mind is about to explode, he's stuttering, he wants to apologize, but at the same time he wants to know how you knew, he's speechless.

'i- i'm sorry.' he stutters as he attempts to get closer to you, a smirk forming on your face.

'how did you know?' he asks in a timid voice, he can't help but admit how much this excites him.

'oh, eds, who do you think put those polaroids in there?'

final author's note: OKAY IM SORRY ITS A BIT CHEESY BUT PLSPLPLS PLEASEE LMK IF YOU WANT A PT.2, my asks are open! request away <3 ily all hope yall enjoyed this filth omg mwah xo, em <3

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yandere-sins · 6 months

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Ivyyyyyyyy >.< you're the worsttttt(read: BEST) oh my god the thoughts im having abt dilic with a period kink rn. Gawd and he doesn't even know it's a period kink, he thinks it's absolutely normal to do nasty things with his girl while she's bleeding out and feels proud about it that HE can take her pain away

OMG continuing the diluc saga but yan dilic thinks darling's period is the perfect opportunity to finally put his hands on darling. He knows you're in pain so he promises, he's doing this for YOU not him (lies) he'll ease it in gently and make it feel good! Soon darling will forget all about those cramps bc of him him him! He doesnt need to feel as guilty bc he's helping you out.....right? OMG PLS write something abt thissss, it can be any yandere or oc but im going crazy after what u saiddd

Hehe, you're welcome! I began writing this as just a talk, but decided mid-way through to make it a scenario!

a/n: I wrote this before my hiatus and coming back to correct it, I found so many mistakes, it doesn't even feel like I wrote this smh... I did my best to polish it a bit since I can't see myself rewriting it in the future but if you find anything oddly worded just ignore it lol I wasn't myself back then :')

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

I can just see the cock cogs turning in this idiot's head as he racks his brain about how he can help you. Clearly, you're in pain, but no matter how many more times he calls a physician to have a look, they just keep waving off his concerns. It's normal, they say. You're healthy. That's what everyone has to go through.

And yet he sees you writhing and crying in pain—it's breaking his heart!

Pillow pressed to your stomach, tears in your eyes that you can't blink away fast enough before they fall. You're especially irritable, but it hurts him more when you whine and complain; Diluc wanting to help you now more than ever. He's already gone through the usual stuff, the imported water bottles from Snezhnaya and the chocolate from Fontaine. If you utter so much as a craving, he has the servants scramble to get it to you. Nothing is too expensive or too hard to get. You could have asked for the heads of your enemies, and Diluc would have brought them to you with ribbons and glitter if that had helped with your pains.

But alas, it doesn't.

It's been three days, and his nerves are raw, the bags under his eyes dark, and the burden of your health weighs heavily on Diluc. He can't see how things will ever get better. The other times you were on your period were conveniently skipped by business trips, so this is hitting him full force.

"Exercising might help," one of the maids suggests as he forces himself to consult someone more knowledgeable than him.

"Sometimes, my wife likes a little stimulation to alleviate the pain," a vintner chuckles, winking at Diluc as the word of his helplessness spreads. And suddenly, inappropriate ideas get stuck in his head, making him blush like a young lad in love.

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Taking a deep breath, Diluc raised his hand to knock on your bedroom door. It was terribly late, the servants asleep and only the eery flickering of his candle guiding him through the night. Most likely, you were tugged in and fighting for your well-deserved sleep, so he hesitated, fist hanging in the air before slowly dropping it to his side.

What he was about to do was not only foolish but also filled him with the same burning in his body as using his vision did. He could feel the warmth sweep over him from his head to his toes, the latter curling in his shoes while most of the heat was throbbing between his legs, aching to connect with your warmth in a less-than-innocent way.

However, these feelings were nothing compared to the agony of the last few days.

If this was what he had to do to help you alleviate the pain, he would. If it was for you, Diluc would do anything in his power, whether to protect or help you. If he had to become a mere plaything so you'd be freed of the pain, then his concerns were a small sacrifice for all the good he was going to do.

Brushing his hair back, Diluc took a deep breath, reminding himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to help. If the method the vintner suggested worked, everyone would be happy. And if not, he'd keep searching for ways to free you of the pain. Turning the key in the door lock, he pulled it out before slowly entering your room, ensuring he could give you two the privacy needed in this situation.

To his surprise, you were still awake.

You made a half-hearted attempt at a greeting, but when you noticed it was him, you only scoffed, turning away. It hurt when you gave him the cold shoulder so callously, but Diluc knew you were the one suffering at that moment, not him. He could forgive you for being dismissive of him. Your bedside lamp was still on, and he could see you clutching a pillow to your belly, his own stomach cramping up with remorse, even though, logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. He loved you as you were, the good and bad days, your misery becoming his own much too easily these days.

Setting down the candle on your table, he walked over to you. But not before locking the door from the inside, just so he could give himself a few more seconds before his approach. Every step cost him a lot of discipline, being near you never having been this hard. Even when he looked confident around you, Diluc only ever felt weak. You made him vulnerable. Desperate. Longing for your love and affection was all he was allowed to do, so even just watching your chest rise and fall set him ablaze.

Pushing off his shoes, Diluc focused on the little space you left at the edge of the bed. It was the only space he could see that was reserved for him, as he didn't deserve to share your bed, in your opinion. Yet, when he climbed in, pulling the cover over himself and snaking his arm around your waist, he was enveloped in your scent, your hair tickling his skin as he breathed in deeply. Had he known that heaven was hiding so closely to him, he might not have waited so long to come and see you.

"What are you--" you complained, pushing yourself away from him. But Diluc's hand had already wandered beneath the pillow, feeling the hot water bottle you kept secured there, only to replace it with his palm. He was just as, if not hotter than anything the servants could procure for you; his body temperature naturally elevated from his vision. It wouldn't burn you, but with his hand hugging your lower belly, it was much more effective and fitting than any appliance might be.

And you fell for it, even if just for a split second.

For a moment, you leaned into the comfort of his palm, the pain vanishing in the blink of an eye. Diluc even caught you sighing briefly before you came to your senses, jolting and pushing away from him, only to get stuck inside the blanket and pressed up against him. Diluc couldn't help but grin, having read your actions before they even occurred to you, but of course, this was a serious matter, so he quickly composed himself.

"H-Hey!" you yelled as his hand drifted lower, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He wasn't there to dilly-dally but to be of service. To help you in your time of need. By the time Diluc pressed his lips to your skin and his fingers between your legs, you understood his intentions as well, perhaps misinterpreted, but clear as day.

He was going to fuck the pain away.

If exercise and stimulation helped others, maybe it would do the same for you. His fingers were met with warm slick, your body flinching when he moved over your clit. Perhaps his calloused hands weren't made for caressing and soft touches but for teasing and stimulating. Judging by how puffy your lower lips were, worked up from days of rubbing your legs together and your panties aggravating them mercilessly, you were in dire need of his help.

"Don't fight it. You're not alone in this," Diluc reassured you as you squirmed in his hold, biting back the salacious sounds of pleasure you were keeping from his ears. You were so mean, keeping every little taste of appreciation from Diluc, knowing how much it meant to him. But he'd endure. Even when your ass ground back against his cock, making it incredibly hard to not focus on his needs as well, he'd put you first in all of this.

When he slipped his pointer and middle finger towards your entrance, a tremor went through your body, a gasp slipping out from between your lips. Diluc never knew how easy it was to get inside another person, greeted warmly and happily by your hole clenching around his fingers.

His kisses became more fervent against your neck, teeth snapping out as he felt like he was losing himself in your scent and warmth. The pushes of his hips against your ass became faster, your cheeks fitting so well around his shaft. You yelled at him to stop, but he barely heard you through the sounds of your sloppy, wet cunt, blood mingling with eager juices to allow him more reach inside you. It was almost as if he could hear them beg for him to go deeper, which just wasn't possible with his knuckles in the way, no matter how much he tried.

Forgotten was the pain as pleasure raked its claws through both of you, and yet, Diluc still heard you whine and sob as he scissored his fingers through your inside. It wasn't enough. He opened his eyes he didn't know he had closed, staring at your expression curiously. All he saw was anger and disgust, your teeth bared and ready to snap, while he could feel your nails digging into his arm. And yet, when he found your eyes, he saw a very different version of events. Lust, desire, longing. You wanted more, and Diluc wouldn't refuse such a request.

Slipping a leg between yours, he pried them apart, spreading you open wide. You gasped, squirming and trying to cut off his access, but Diluc only had to lean back to steal your balance, your body reliant on his while he gained more space on your bed. The hardest part was freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants, the fabric soggy with both your juices as well as his own pre-cum pearling off the tip of his engorged cock.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your wet cunt greeting his eager cock. No imagining of this situation could have come close to the throbbing heat, your walls convulsing around his fingers in eager expectation. Diluc placed his tip against his fingers, planning to slip them out and take the opening to sink into you, but with how wet the combination of blood and juices was, he felt himself slipping away, kissing your clit instead.

And for the first time, you moaned.

It was the sound of angels and everything nice, and he drew his hips back, trying again to fill you with his cock, missing it just an inch. All good things are three, and when he finally plunged it deep inside your pussy, you weren't the only one yowling in pleasure. No matter what he had imagined his first time with you to be, nothing would ever top the mess he caused between your legs, his cock ready to burst as it pulsated violently inside your equally as ready cunt.

He could feel the waves of pleasure going through you, the shudders in your limbs as he began to slowly press forward, kissing the last few inches of his reach. You remained stiff as a plank, but when he pulled out halfway before sinking in deep again, you were unable to keep your mouth shut, an elongated moan making its way to Diluc's ears, letting him know it was the right thing after all.

Immediately, any hesitation fell off him as he dragged his cock out and sunk it back into you. Fingers retreated to your clit, continuing to slip off and assault the little knob over and over while your walls clenched around his shaft, making you feel every one of his throbs and ridges, the heat between you two almost scorching.

Part of him couldn't believe it worked. That he actually managed to help you with this trick. But he'd have been a liar if he said it wasn't a pleasure for him, too. Diluc could never have dreamed about your proficiency in driving him wild, from your hot, puffy pussy wrapping around him to the improper sounds he had never heard coming from your lips before. The blood kept you so wet and loud down there; it was like you were synching your moans with your pussy, sloppy as they were.

It couldn't have been better, a shudder going through you from head to toe, your feet curling as you gurgled. Diluc wrapped his free arm around your throat, pulling you against him and burying his face in your shoulder as you came hard, juices leaking out, red dripping on the clean sheets with the blanket long discarded.

You were gasping for air as he plunged right back into you, waiting but a mere few seconds of yours before pursuing his own orgasm. Selfishly, but unable to stop. Diluc was already too deep in it, quite literally, your orgasm making your inside tight around him, but it posed no challenge with how drenched you both were.

A strained groan escaped Diluc as he buckled, feeling the first squirts of cum shoot out of him before he drew back, popping out of your cunt and covering it in his cum. His tip got stuck on your clit, as his jizz ejected under the pressure of his orgasm, making you mewl as you were once again stimulated. It would be a mess to clean, but it had been worth it.

You two collapsed, spent and dirty, but Diluc slipped his palm back over your lower stomach, rubbing the collection of juices over your soft skin, leaving a red trail. Kissing the side of your head, he was trying to collect his breath and thoughts, barely able to think straight as the feelings of happiness and his relief kept him in a chokehold.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a blissful rumble as he pulled you firmer against him.

But all he was met with was a cold glare and tears in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered instinctively, immediately feeling bad. What had he done to upset you again? Your teeth were biting into your lip as if you were holding back a tirade of screaming, ready to explode.

His cock twitched between your legs, bloody and so, so wet.

"I'll make it better! I promise! I will definitely make it better," he tried to reassure you, dazed with pleasure as he was, unable to see the actual problem with all of this. Your body convulsed in shock as he pressed his tip upwards again, and you gasped loudly as he sunk his inches inside you. This time, he wouldn't fail to make you feel better. And until then, he'd keep going.

All night long, if he had to.

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minty-mumbles · 9 months

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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mandarinmoons · 1 month

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hey pooks I have a request *rubs hands together menacingly*

okay imagine Spencer taking male! or gn! reader to their first practice (for any sport) after they've been cleared by their pt after months of training due to an injury (preferably leg related?) just like the reader being so excited to play again, and see their coaches/team mates UGHHH I CANT

PRETTY PLS I LOVE YOU SM MY BELOVED

im definitely not requesting this bc this just happened to me at pt today for fencing with my knees

You had me at "my beloved" lol

Spencer pulled up to the parking lot and parked in the closest spot to the field. It had been a while since he had taken you up here and both of your stomachs were filled with nerves.

Over three months ago you had suffered a knee injury and after a lot of resting and physical therapy sessions, you finally got the clear from your doctor and here you were, both excited and anxious as you were waiting for your first practice in a long while to begin.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard Spencer speak and turned your head towards him. His eyes were full of worry and you knew that he wanted you to wait a week or two more until you got back into your activities, but he knew that trying to convince you would be a waste of time because he knew how miserable you were staying in bed for such an extended period of time.

“I’m sure Spence, besides I told my coach that I still need to take it easy for some time and he knows not to push me too hard. I just can’t sit around and do nothing, I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“I know, I know. I’m happy to see you enjoying yourself again, I really am, I just don’t want you to go through all of that again,” Spencer was there for you through every therapy session and even made sure to come home earlier sometimes to help take care of you.

You took Spencer’s hand in yours and pressed a few kisses to the back of it which in turn Spencer chuckled at.

“I’ll be okay, I promise,” you leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Spencer’s cheek as well and jumped out of the car as you made your way towards your teammates. Spencer made sure to keep his eyes on you as you walked ahead and he noticed your speed pick up as you walked towards one of your closest teammates, Sam, and gave him a hug.

Soon enough you were circled by the rest of your teammates and everyone gave you a tight hug as they welcomed you back. You looked back over at Spencer’s car and you smiled as you met his eyes and nodded as a sign to let him know you were alright.

Still, Spencer stayed put and watched as you all ran a few laps over the field for warm ups and his smile only got bigger as he saw your speed pick up slowly, you were going to be alright.

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭

when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise

so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)

PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?

p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️

i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵‍💫😵‍💫

are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...

him in a white lab coat😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay, okay

class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time

most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else

completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...

their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.

god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck

"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.

"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"

you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"

the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were

his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,

the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.

"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"

#inbox💌#soobin smut #sub soobin #sub!soobin #txt smut #sub txt #sub!txt #hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts #dom reader #dom!reader #d7dream<3 #ideas👀

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Walla....kn1ves....genius big brain yandere writer....i just (re)found your Yves work (im sure you saw me freak out in the tags lmao) if you have the time/energy/inspo pls i beg you for a speck, a crumb, a droplette, ANYTHING of my baby Yves x fem!reader. I'm not sure how specific is too specific but I have a truckload of daydreams and prompts for this man dc im down BAD BAD for the way you write him. I'm not sure if this is too specific of a request but can it be yves holding himself back constantly because he wants to *romance* the reader but its so obvious he's itching for more until one day he finally snaps and takes her (specifically him giving her his virginity and whoops maybe going crazy when he finds out she isnt one)? I'm just obsessed with his characterization and want to see him in a ton of situations and feeling/reacting to different things. The stern dom undertones his whole vibe has disguised by a friendly foreign guide 🥵 The drabble of him was sooooo good and such a tease of his personality, it's so enticing hahaha. If that prompt is no good or doesn't inspire you then anything else is fine and ofc if you have no inspiration for Yves at all then that's a-okay too!!! Thank you sooooo much for thinking up that beautiful man and sharing him with us!!! Hope you enjoy your holidays💞💞💞

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry I took so long in answering 😭😭 I was gonna write like a whole piece but my time has been cut dramatically, so please accept this poor little piece!! I was honestly so overjoyed at seeing your tags, it makes me so happy to see people's reactions to my stuff ┗( T﹏T )┛I wish I could have more time to write for this because I love the concept, I'm a huge fan of the "mysterious foreign guide who's just a little too friendly" kind of trope. Thank you so much for your support anon and I hope you enjoy this!! OG piece here for any of you nerds!

TW: Kidnapping, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation

It wasn’t hard to notice Yve’s shift in behavior. Well, this shift out of many. When you first met him, he gave off a kind, well-meaning but nervous vibe. He did his best to show you around, to make you comfortable and converse with you in english to the best of his knowledge. That kind persona shifted into something more… desperate; obsessive, once he brought you back to his apartment. He was still kind, still well-meaning and observant to your needs. He apologized profusely when you got upset from how he kept you from leaving, promising that you weren’t missing anything important in class and that he could show you real culture instead! What could you learn from a textbook that would be better than seeing the country itself?

But time and time again, Yves made excuses to keep you inside, to make you stay by his side whether through photoshoots or studying, with him as your “teacher”. You had to learn the basics before taking such a “big” step out into his country, right? Unfortunately for you, Yve’s only taught information on the most trivial subjects. From words like “textbook” to “glass”, you were able to make meaningless sentences that wouldn’t serve you well in conversing with native speakers outside of Yve’s little apartment. Sure, it might help you occasionally, but it got you no where closer to understanding Yve’s rushed mumbling and incoherent rambling.

With your sudden move to his apartment and his new change in conduct, Yves had slowly become less generous. He didn’t make as much of an effort to talk in english anymore, and made far less points to explain himself. You couldn’t tell what caused this new change-- a change that you were soon starting to accept as Yves showing his true colors. The man was still attentive to your needs, still caring and kind-- but the posessiveness that had slipped out almost entirely seemed to be taking hold. And while you’d think that a growing obsession would make it more beneficial to you-- it in fact, made your difficulty increase tenfold. Yves began to direct you on what you should wear, when you should eat, what you should do for the day.

Not only that, but his attentiveness to…more intimate needs were far more prevalent as well. Whether it was bathing, or the need that pulsed between your legs, Yve’s was there to try and take care of it. You pushed him away multiple times, awkwardly trying to tell him that you were fine-- but it never seemed to stick. He always just looked at you with a tilted, confused expression, muttering in his native tongue as if he didn’t understand. So when the foreign guide began to sleep next to you instead of the cot on the floor, and began to press his morning erection agaist your backside sleepily, you knew your protests weren’t having any effect.

You would have walked right out of that teensy apartment the moment you felt he didn’t listen-- if you weren’t so afraid. If you weren’t afraid of the loaded handgun in his locked nightstand drawer, or how easily he could destroy your life at your new university-- which he mentioned offhand multiple times in a casual manner-- you would have walked out. The power he held against you, a foreign student with failing grades and no money, was too much for you to ignore. So, you decided to bide you time. It was only a matter of weeks until he got bored with you, you decided. But his new actions didn’t seem to prove that.

In fact, the lustful, mischievous look he gave you that evening was the complete opposite. His scrawny frame jumped atop yours, hooking his hands behind your neck and leaning in to try and kiss you. He had planned an unusually fancy dinner, lighting candles you had never seen in his apartment before and bringing a bottle of wine with some italian takeout. You tried to question him about the mound of pillows and blankets on his balcony, the sudden romantic lighting, but the male only gave you a broad statement on how it was a “celebration” of sorts.

Yves’ sudden prowling mood after dinner wasn’t a complete shock-- considering you felt his eyes on you the entire evening-- but it still caught you a tad off guard. You tried to reject him, to push him away after each kiss, but it was done with such little effort and such great fear that you stayed silent once he muttered in an annoyed tone in his own language. Yves took your silence as a surrender, friskily lowering his hand under your shirt to caress your abdomen. He rambled against your flesh in half-english as he kissed you up and down, not afraid to let out vocal little noises of pleasure, or grunts of satisfaction ones he heard your breath hitch or a hum of desire come from your lips.

But it wasn’t until he uttered a sentence with a familiar word, did you actually reply to him. You recognized the term from messing around with your friends, when you jokingly learned dirty words from your textbooks and the internet to use when you finally entered the country. You never expected to actually utilize them unless you went to a club or bar and happened to meet someone. One of those words, was ‘virgin.’ A more tame term compared to the bunch you had memorized, but one that you and your friends had idiotically decided to research. Though, it seemed your stupid endeavors had paid off.

As Yves repeated himself, you began to understand the sentence a bit more. The man was seeming to imply… you were a virgin? Something about you both no longer virgin-ing? Maybe he was saying that he was going to ‘virgin’ you? You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say, only mustering up the courage to poorly explain your sexual status to him, first in english and then in a broken version of his language. You tried to repeat yourself, thinking you might have said your statement wrong-- but Yve’s shocked expression and sudden lack of kisses seemed to prove you wrong.

“You have…. Sex?” Yve put a hand to his mouth, eyes begging you to respond.

“Uh….yes?” You said with an awkward expression; you hoped he was asking what you thought.

Yve’s let out a choked gasp, looking as if you had crushed his heart in your palm.

He looked down, voice cracking as he mumbled something incoherent, and likely not understandable to you in the first place.

“I….I i’m sorry?” You tried to apologize, seeing how shaken Yves had become at finding out you weren’t as inexperienced as he. Despite his eagerness, you could tell he was new to trying to initiate something you had already grown long accustomed to, new to being so intimate. It was actually in part of his eagerness that you realized he wasn’t of the same sexual history. He was full of anticipation and desire, throwing caution and logic to the wind to fulfill what he had read in books and seen in films.

Yves seemed to treasure the act of losing ones virginity far more than you had-- but you had only noticed it now. The candlelit dinner, the mood-fitting music-- your first experience was nowhere near as romantic.

Yves seemed shaken, his low, almost sob-filled words growing heavier. He grew more aggressive, seeming to realize something now that he had processed this unexpected news. He had assumed you were just as much of an amateur as him-- that he’d be the one to “deflower” you in an act of passionate romance-- a bubble fantasy that had just been popped. But the male realized-- if he couldn’t have his desired outcome, he’d have to make due with what he had. Which was to make sure you’d fall to your knees, experiencing the best night of ‘passion’ that would make you never want to crawl to another man again.

He was going to claim you-- to make it so those nights you spent with others never counted.

You could only understand a fifth of what Yves breathily moaned into your mouth, once again jumping your bones though this time much more roughly. Before you could say anything further you had felt his quick hands unbutton your pants, his own thrown to the floor. He didn’t listen as you begged him to atleast let you move to the bed, where you would no longer be visible to prying eyes on the balcony. But he didn’t care-- Yves had already taken off his shirt, intent on ripping yours away too. He didn’t care anymore if this wasn’t going to be special for the reason he expected-- he was going to make sure you would be left with a night you wouldn’t forget.

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prettypinktulips · 7 months

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I’m so gay for medic pls 🙏🏻 Medic with a trans guy reader headcanons pls,, how would he help him with his dysphoria?

OK HELLO IM BACK SORRY!!! yes medic is so nghhhh #notgay

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Pair; Medic Tf2 x Trans!Male reader (I am a trans man so yes I do know somewhat about dysphoria)

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You sighed running your fingers through your (h/c) hair as you looked into the mirror, dull lights flicking in the back and nothing but silence filling your ears. "I don't know why it's so difficult for everyone else to understand how I feel." Teary eyes showing in the mirror, You stared even harder at your reflection as you started to lift your shirt up and took a look at your body. "I just wish.. sometimes, that I was a real man." You traced your fingers along the bandages that were binding your chest down and sighed.

"Y/N?" You heard that stupid German accent and immediately knew who it was, you hurried to pull down your shirt as you felt your heart race a bit. How long has he been in the room? You thought and looked over at the thankfully, closed bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Could ya come out here for a second, ja?"

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door, you looked over at the noirette and crossed your arms. "Can I help you, Ludwig?" He looked at your eyes and immediately knew something was wrong.

"What's with the tears, liebling?" Medic looked a little worried and walked up to your frame, his large hands intertwining yours as he looked up/down at you. Whatever he was going to talk to you about was completely down the drain, he was now focused on whatever was eating at you.

"Nothing, It's humiliating." You furrowed your brows and looked down at your intertwined hands, his hand was squeezing yours, not too tight to hurt you but tight enough that you could tell he was anxious.

"Please, let me know what's on your mind." The accent lingering around in your ears made it almost impossible for you to decline him a second time, you gave him a slight nod and huffed.

"Fine." You took in your surroundings to make sure the rest of the guys weren't around. You took in a deep breath, trying to hold back any tears that were threatening to fall down. Ludwig gave you a frown and laid his other hand on your cheek, wiping away any tears that snuck past your waterline. "I don't know, It's hard to explain. Sometimes I just wish I was a real guy. Not some wannabe man."

Medic's eyes widen at your harsh words and held your hand close to him, he made a somewhat pout look. Which is abnormal for him to do. "Why are you so mean to yourself, Meine Liebe?" He closed the space between you two and gave you a soft peck on the lips. "To me you are a real man, and always will be."

There you were choking back sobs again, how embarrassing. "I just want to look like how the other guys look! With their muscular bodies and stuff, it's just not fair!" Your voice cracked a bit at the end and Medic was listening to every bit of your ranting.

"Don't worry about how the other guys look, even if you were a cis male, they've been training for years." Medic looked to the side, letting go of your hand. "I'll tell you what, I'm sure I can figure out some 'crazy' metaphysical experiments for you." Your face lit up and looked into his eyes. How could you forget, he's like the mad scientist! If anything he could be the solution to your problem!

"That's sounds wonderful?!" You grinned and hurried to kiss him, his face flushed at the unexpected contact and kissed you back, grabbing both of your hands this time.

"Even if it doesn't work. You will still always be a man, at least to me. I promise." Ludwig caressed your thumb. "And if anything, you're the most handsome man I've seen in my life." Your face in a posthaste, was flushed.

"You really think so?"

"Ja."

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SORRY if its bad im so tired mimis <333

#tf2 medic #x male reader #tf2 #Tf2 x male reader #MALE READERS RISE UP!!!#x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #requests are open

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thecynthh · 5 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 5

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, lowercase intention smut near the end, aftercare cus thats what matt specializes in, cuddles

a/n - uhm idk if yalls could tell, or if u knew but i’m a virgin and have never kissed anyone so 🫣

leave some suggestions for chris or matt fics for me to write pls as well :3

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present day a few days after their second study session

y/n pov

matt s 🐼

hey message me when ur leaving ur house. 8:46

btw we r ordering food to the house cus i dont wanna get gas. 8:47

text me what u want from CFA. 8:47

you

what in the flying fuck is CFA? 8:49

matt s 🐼

uhm hello? kid, how do u not know what CFA is???? 8:49

you

abbreviations like this is what's wrong with our generation… 8:50

matt s 🐼

kay ur so weird omfg. 5:50

CFA clearly means chick-fil-a smartass 🙄. 8:51

you

oh well then 😋. nuggets and waffle fries please 🛐🛐. 8:52

and sunjoy btww. 8:52

matt s 🐼

ew u like sunjoy? 8:53

you

u like rootbear don’t talk to me ✋. 8:52

and let me in pls im already outside :). 8:52

read at 8:52

i sling my bag over my shoulder and leave my car, waiting outside the large house with thrilling anticipation as i wait for matt to open the door. I see the fluff of his brown locks and a sweater similar to the one i’ve seen him wear before at school. i dont know why i get giddy when i see him, i dont know how we went to only speaking when madi was around too greeting each other whenever we see each other in the halls or cafe or even in our shared classes.

matt and his brothers were some of my closest friends now, after madi introduced me to them at a party, both of us got insanely drunk and made me call off crazy drinking ever since. all i remember from that night was the way matt took care of me while i was in a very vulnerable state and didn’t take advantage of me. i haven’t told anyone but madi about what happened to me when i was younger, and i’m glad she’s still taken her promise to heart, the only thing that telling her about my past shit did was make her and i closer.

i see matt in full view after he opens the door, “hey!” i say with a cheery expression despite how late it was for me.

“heyyy, thanks for coming by the way, even though you had a shift earlier.” he says sheepishly, before i left for work he messaged me begging to have another study session because he had more questions about the essay part of the exam. “oh hey lemme put your stuff in my room, just chill on the couch before the food gets here.” i pass him my backpack and laptop as he begins to walk down a hallway to make it to his room.

i move through the small entryway and become more apparent in his brothers view, “heyy y/n” nick says moving up to me for a hug, i take in his embrace.

“hi nick!!” i say excitedly. other than matt, ive hung out with nick a lot too, madi always has him over at her apartment, and even the three of us have made it a plan to meet up at our favourite bakery and talk for however long we want too a couple times a week. out of the little over a month i’ve know the triplets, nick has made a huge impact on me, and i felt safe around him, as well as chris and matt.

he lets go of me while i walk over to a slumped over chris on the couch, when he realised i was here he sits up on the edge of the couch. “sup chris,” i dap him up doing a little bro half hug with him.

“always nice to see you y/n,” he says as our arms unfold from the middle of us. i take a seat next to him with a comfortable amount of distance between us. matt returns not too long after i greet everyone. He sits down between chris and i and nick returns from the kitchen with a pepsi, root beer, bottled water and a lemonade, passing out everyone's drink knowing what each of us would ask for. matt and i give nick a thank you as he nods his head after.

nick stationed himself on the elongated part of the couch settling in with his fluffy blanket, he puts on a stranger thing episode and we all sit watching the tv. it only takes another five minutes of the episode for the doorbell to ring through the house. nick gets up immediately scurrying to the door with his fluffy blanket wrapped around him as he talks to the delivery man, thanking him and making small steps to see the rest of us. he comes back with two large bags of food planting them on the coffee table in front of all of us, before grabbing a tray of drinks after going back to the entrance.

“thank you for paying matty,” chris says, rubbing up again his brother with his lips pursed and now shoulder to shoulder with his older brother. i giggle at the sight, copying chris.

“mmmmh thanks mattyyyy” i say resting my head on the peak of his shoulder, pursing my lips as well and copying chris’ weird voice.

“you’re a fucking weirdo chris,” matt says in a disgusted voice flicking the other head that was very close to his face. “and you're welcome y/n.”

i laugh at chris’ overly dramatic reaction to what matt did to him. still giggling a bit at the sight of matt completely ignoring his brothers reaction, I say “just tell me how much i own you.”

“eh, don’t worry about it, it’s on me, plus save up for that new laptop you were talking about. i know how much you want it,” i blush slightly.

“aww thank you then,” i wrap my arms around him and squeeze him, he hands me the food that i asked for and retract back onto the couch.

“by the way, what time are we planning to stay up till? i told madi that i’ll tell her when i was heading home.” i saw looking at matt.

“well its kinda late so if you wanna stay in the guest room, im fine with that.” matt says, moving his head towards me, then breaking eye contact with the tv screen.

“im ay okay with that if you wanna stay over! plus you know your way around the house,” nick says giving his approval to matts idea of staying over.

“mhm im chill with it,” chris simply says.

“uhh yeah then, i'm down, thanks!”

we eat then say goodnight to nick and chris before we go to matt's room for some studying.

i lay down onto his bed as he walks over to his bathroom to change into some comfier clothes. while hes in there i start to think about our first study session when i found out matt had a crush on me. i thought it was very cute, but it made matt awkward on our last study night. i’m glad that he's eased up now, i just acted like i didn’t know anything and didn’t want to push on how he was feeling because I knew it would make his anxiety worse.

i come back to my senses seeing matt reappear from the bathroom door. we stayed on track for studying for an hour and a half before we eventually put on brooklyn 99 on in the background and talked.

“so, the retake is in a couple days, you think you’re ready?” i was hopeful he would be good by then because tonight felt very productive. I quizzed him on a couple of important ideas while he was playing with a baseball, throwing it up and down in the air. i learnt that he understands stuff better when he is doing something with his hands, it keeps him focused.

“hm, i’m not too sure, maybe another study sesh the day after tomorrow so by friday i’ll have all the stuff we went over fresh in my mind.” the baseball still gets thrown up and falls down in front of his face, with his hand waiting to catch it before it smacks him right on his nose. “thanks again for this,” i hear him catch it one more time before he moves his hand away from his face and looks at me just to the right of him. i'm hovering over him slightly, his eyes glow the brightest in the slight illumination from the lamp we always use when we study.

“yeah of course matt, you're my friend anyways.” our faces mirror each other, his eyes roam my faces while his hand holds the side of my face.

i toss my hair to the side of my head to lean down to kiss matt, he immediately returns the kiss enveloping my bottom lip with his. i moan into his mouth feeling him push me down and dominate me. one of his hands rests on my hip keeping me down as i pull him down with my legs letting him top me. most of his body is pressed down to mine, i lift my hips to give myself some kind of sensation i desperately crave for.

“fuck, i’m sorry are you okay with this?” matt says when he disconnects us.

i cup his chin bringing him a little closer, “i really fucking like you matt, please don’t stop.”

a smirk grows onto his face, “i really fucking like you too, you’re lucky i do.” he becomes more unserious pecking little kisses amoungst my face making a very loud “mwah” sound with each of he presses into my skin.

“matttt” i say through my sour looking face while he shows his affection.

“okay, okay, i’m done. but uh, how about we kiss again, didn’t get a good feel of it the first time.” he says with a knowing smirk on his face. i use my hand to weave through his brunette hair pulling him towards me again, we share a more passionate kiss, with knowing and love rather than lust.

it doesn’t take us long till things got more serious, his lips attach to my neck instantly sucking multiple hickeys into visible spots on my neck, moving down to my collar bone and eventually to the full and plump part of my boob. this is where my dream stopped last week, ive been trying to ignore it for the longest time but being in the moment now after thinking about it in my head makes it feel even more surreal.

his hand sneaks to the bottom of my fresh love shirt that i took from matt’s drawers when i found out i was sleeping here his fingers feel the hem of it. “is it alright if i take your shirt off?” he says with a quiet voice, almost afraid of what i’ll say.

i quickly nod in reply but that doesn’t seem good enough for him.

“words smart ass, i need words.” he says with a little bit of a condescending tone to his love tainted words.

“yes matt, you can take my shirt off too.” i say with a small giggle following after it.

he lifts the fabric to uncover the same white lace bra i was wearing while i slept over at his house by accident. “mh, i’ve been dreaming about this for a while ever since i saw you in it that morning,” he kisses the lace that travels to the small connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of my bra.

“and i know you heard what chris said to me that morning, yet you still acted like nothing was wrong.” he moves his hand to my upper back placing his hand onto my bra strap, “hey, can i take this off?”

“mhm,” my lips sealed trying to conceal my response to the amazing feeling of his hands on my body, he undoes the clip on my back with skill and purpose. the touch of his fingertips grant goosebumps to my skin in a very arousing manner.

he pulls the dainty clothing article off my arms and throws it to the floor benign absolutely amazed by my tits, they weren’t much but it seemed like matt was under a spell, he latched his lips just above my nipple to give me more hickeys, he sucks and soothes repeating this multiple times before he eventually dips down to my nipple, i feel the rush of arousal arching slightly off the bed.

i moan in response to the new sensation, i’m not exactly a virgin, but i haven’t done anything like this in a while, let alone at all for god sake. he massages the other boob, playing with the nipple with his hand the opposite of the one his mouth is very focused on.

he finally comes up for air after a little bit teasing, my thighs rub together and sits up to rip his shirt off to match my level of revealing skin, off goes his sweats as well leaving him in just his boxers, “matt, oh my god” i'm out of breath and very needy.

he continues a trail of kisses down to my clothes pussy, he looks up at me while holding the stretchy waistband of my pants, i give him a vigorous nod knowing what he was asking for.

he slides them completely off leaving me in just my underwear. he plants another sweet kids over my clothed heat which milks another desperate moan from me. “matt wait-“ he immediately comes up from my bottom half and lays beside me listening to me.

“hey we don’t have too if you don’t want too, i’m down if you just wanna go to bed in the other room, or even if you just wanna stay here and cuddle for the rest of the night.” he says before i can go ahead with what i was thinking.

“no, no i really want too it’s just, i haven’t really… done this before.” i tell him, he seems almost fully unaffected by my words.

“that’s fine, i’m here to make you feel good,” he places his hand nearing my core again, he rubs my panties over my clit moving down to feel the very apparent wet spot. “wow i’ve barely touched you and your so worked up,” his voice was sultry with a hint of a condescending tone.

“m-matt please” i struggle to say feeling the pressure he's putting down onto my throbbing clit.

“i’m gonna take these off now, okay?” he says with his fingers wrapped around the thin string of my thong that’s barely covers anything.

he slips them off admiring the sight in front of him, i almost get self conscious wanting to cover myself up with his blankets. his head dips and his hands pant onto my hips and one on my inner thigh. his tongue makes very sudden contact with my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, feeling the very heavy pressure i arch my back slighting leaning forward into his face.

his finger creeps and teases my hole before he fully plunged it into me. i heavy moan escapes my lips, “quiet now princess, can’t let nick or chris hear you.”

he continues his movements stimulating both my clit and hole at the same time, “more, please” i say with a pleading tone. he removes his finger from inside of me and replaces it with his tongue and mouth. he absolutely devoured my pussy giving me as much pleasure as he could, his mouth moving back to my clip and he slid his finger back into me moving it at a moderate pace.

i don’t try very hard to conceal my very loud moans, as soon as matt enters a second finger into my dripping cunt, i release with a pornographic moan, squeezing his head between my legs. “holy shit matt,” he licks up all of my hot cum and comes back up to kiss me.

“mmh you did so well for me, you ready for me now?” i say a needy yes while he goes back to sit back on the his headboard. he removes his boxers with such haste letting his cock spring out with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. “i wanna watch you ride me, you control the pace and how deep you wanna go.” he whispers into my ear.

he lifts me on top of him, kissing him passionately while i grind down onto his twitching cock. he lets out a guttered groan “okay, let’s do this cause i could bust just from looking at you.”

he lines himself up and holds my hips while i sink down onto him. his so thick and long, i feel him in ever existing crevasse in my cunt. “fuck yes” i say letting out a heavy breath.

“holy shit you’re so tight-“ he says between his monas and hard breathes. i begin to move myself up and down slowly, whatever pain that came at first quickly moved to pleasure as i speed up my movements.

my tits bounce every time i move up or down, my movements are set at a constant pace, “matt, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.” i say, feeling his dick twitch in my pussy again.

“come for me baby, give it to me,” he says, taking me by my love handles and moving me up and down a little faster. i came hearing his words letting out a couple of breathy moans, he follows soon after me. i feel his thick long ropes of cum fill me up and come back down dripping onto his cock.

matt does a couple of slower pumps in and out of me to ride both of us through our highs. he picks me up as if i weigh nothing and puts me down beside him laying down onto the bed.

he goes into the bathroom to retrieve a small cloth and comes back to wipe me down. he does a couple of strips to pick up as much extra cum he could. i feel him hit my clit and i whimper loudly, “oh god, i’m sorry, i know your still sensitive.” once he’s finished he goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

fishing his boxers from the ground he slides them on and grabs my underwear and a large t-shirt from his closet. he hops onto the bed putting on my underwear and pulling me up to put on the shirt.

“mh thank you,” i say tired and groggy.

he plants a kiss onto my forehead “anything for you smart ass.”

he comes under the covers and wraps his arms around me, intertwining our legs. we sleep peacefully until the morning

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peepeedrip · 1 year

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my miles quaritch hc's (sfw & nsfw)

a/n: this is the first time i've written something since i was 14 and if u know me from my harry potter phase no u don't 💀 NE ways im so scared to post this and if u have any criticism pls lmk ok bye bye

reader is afab if you would like me to make it gender neutral lmk 💪

here we go 🤯:

im sorry but the first thing i'm gonna talk about is those damn arms 😭 like imagine na'vi reader looking at him and being intrigued by his fingers and shit (like this fic on ao3 u already know) and then asking about his tattoo because ur totally not checking out his arms you're just really intrigued by the art on his skin ofc haha

he's not sure if you're checking him out or just genuinely curious about his different culture but he lets u come closer and touch him and stuff

he doesn't stop u until he can feel himself blushing getting uncomfortable at how close u are to him and he's like "ok ugh get off me 🙄" so that u don't see how his cheeks are tinted purple I MEAN UH yea he's totally disgusted by u lol haha /j

slow burn slow burn slow burn

he'll act all tough and scary around you, but doesn't let u see that he gets more fond of your presence with each passing day

eventually you can see him slowly warming up to you after a few weeks, always offering to carry stuff for you that really isn't that heavy, or when you're out in the forests of pandora telling you to "give me that fruit right there" so he can peel it for you and hand it over with his head turned away and a curt "welcome." on his lips after you thank him

you find his new behavior odd, but you aren't going to question why his tail flicks faster when you're near or why he always finds some way to be in your general proximity, especially with all the help he's been giving you recently

look at me. i know this man is a commander and he takes charge and whatnot but u know DAMN well he gets nervous around you. like

it doesn't matter if ur a human or na'vi or an avatar THIS MAN WILL FIND U HOT ASF 💀💀💀 like he's checking u out n shi behind ur back and lyle is looking at him like. dude. be so fucking fr

and lyle gets on his ass for it too 😭😭😭 like miles will be doing some daily ass task and lyle will come tease him about u

miles: licking some envelope to send papers to someone

lyle: damn i bet u wish that was y/n's-

miles: 👊💥

lyle: 😵😵‍💫😴 (he died) (jk but miles wishes he was fr 😭)

this man will try so hard to be suave and make the first move but he gets negative rizz around you 😭 u make him nervous lmao and he especially doesn't want to mess this up because of who he used to be so he goes into it way more gently than he would have in his past life

eventually once u realize u got a crush on this man ur gonna try to flirt too but he's TOO HOT ur gonna fumble and it just ends up in y'all having the perfect moments to kiss or make out or SOMETHING and y'all are just like "haha.... crazy weather we're having lol"

lyle and z-dog are punching y'all in their heads rn

i feel like eventually it would culminate in him leaving for a big mission like the one to capture jake and when he's telling u goodbye and turns around to leave u grab his hand and say "come back safe, please"

he looks at you surprised, but he regains his composure and grabs ur hand to bring it to his lips. "i will, cupcake. promise." SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHKNG MY WINDOW 🥊🥊💥💥

i can't remember who headcanoned that he calls u cupcake but he calls his ikran cupcake so he calls u cupcake AND WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT UR A GENUIS blessing the miles fandom fr

he definitely takes it slow because like i said, he knows who he used to be in his past life and wants to be a different man from that

and all the helping u out shit that he was doing before doesn't go away, in actuality it probably gets more frequent cause he always wants to be around u now

however when y'all kiss for the first time.... 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯��🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

im just saying in his past life he got to an old age, old age = experience. new young body = 😏

and this full on extends to the bedroom 🤭🤭

NSFW ahead warning 😟😱🤯‼️⚠️🔞

he is very gentle and doesn't pressure u AT ALL. however being gentle doesn't mean that he doesn't give u the most mind blowing show stopping sex you ever had your first time

def into oral. he goes down on u and i mean he goes down. holding your legs and hips down while his tongue flicks and runs over your cooter cat like it was the indy 500 bitch 😭 he is not playing around

he also enjoys having his dick in ur mouth ofc. he loves kissing ur lips so what better thing than to have them wrapped around his cock and balls?

he'll enjoy it if you fight back a little bit. he'll enjoy it if you submit to him completely. he'll enjoy it. just let this man cook 🤝

if u DO like to fight back 😼😼 ohh girl u already know his colonel side is coming out

overstims your pussy if ur into that, cause you wouldn't listen to him earlier so now he has to make u listen his way

"you like that, you little brat?" he asks with a gentle smack to your cheek. you're clenching around him HARD. "fuuuckkkk.. you just had to make trouble for yourself, didn't 'ya cupcake?" he's breathing into your ear, half moaning, half speaking cause girl that pussy got him in a CHOKEHOLD

won't stop until u tell him "sorry, sir" and apologize for acting against him. he's used to disciplining people from the army and he knows how to deal with people who get outta line

however if ur more on the submissive side MMMMHMMM u know he's gonna eat that up

like if he tells you to do something and u follow it no question..... mhmm u getting dicked down good tonight is all i'm saying 🕺🕺🕺

"god baby, so good for me.." he's peppering kisses all over your face and neck, thrusting into your pussy just the way you like it. "gonna fuck you so good baby.. fuck.. this pussy is gonna be good for me yeah?" yes sir 💂‍♀️😝🫡

sometimes he'll see just how far he can go with it, asking you to bend in absurd positions or follow absurd asks, and once he sees you do it without hesitation he feels a flame of possessiveness rise in him, hands and arms wrapping around you and praising how good you are for him

he will treasure u fr no matter what you're like for him, sometimes he just be mid-fucking u and he just looks at u like 'damn, i love u wtf' HES SO DOWN BAD GRRRRR

and sometimes you'll do the same where you'll just look up at him and you can't help but put a hand on the side of his face and breathe out, "i love you, miles" IM SOBBING CRYING

he love love loves u and u love love love him GRRRRR *blocks u two* GET A ROOM YUCK GROSSSSSS

this was the most heinous gut wrenching vomit inducing thing i've ever written if u read this far U A TROOPER FR🫡ok i gtg now it's 1 am now bye bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

also s/o to @nqify and @cuethediscoandthedrinks for making me want to get back into writing again go read their stuff rn OR ELSE 🤯🤯😡😡👊👊💥💥🥊🥊

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bratshaws · 9 months

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through the hourglass 216. brb x oc

a/n: HELLO GUYS im back,these past days i had...the need to write, badly. so i hope you guys like it :) (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice watched Bradley walk away with her smile widening, waving towards him when he turned his head just enough to look at her and wave back. His own steps were slow and careful, almost as if he didn’t want to leave.

Maverick, who was watching this with his arms crossed and his smirk present, just sighed while shaking his head. He knew that Bradley was crazy, absolutely crazy for Beatrice and it still made him happy with how much his nephew showed love towards Beatrice.

Like Goose did to Carole.

It’s incredible how much these two reminded him of Rooster’s parents.

He pushes himself off the wall and approaches Beatrice, “Bea,” she snaps her head back at him with her smile still in place, ‘Ready to move on?”

“Oh,” she looks back to where Rooster once stood and her smile drops briefly seeing he was no longer there, but now was back to his duties within the base, “Oh,sure. Yes, what else could you show me?”

Maverick could sense the shift in Beatrice's demeanor as she briefly looked back to where Rooster had been standing. He understood that she missed her husband, but he also knew that Rooster had responsibilities to attend to on the base.

Not that his nephew would focus on it while he was working, but he also knew he’d try his best.

With a supportive smile, Maverick said, "Don't worry, Bea. Rooster will be back, and I promise we'll keep this tour interesting. How about we head over to the hangar next? You'll get to see some of our impressive aircraft up close."

Beatrice's smile returned, and her eyes lit up with excitement. "Well,we did go there before Mav.” she whispers, placing a hand next to her mouth, “Back then,when you helped us get in here.”

“Yes,yes, of course, but,” he holds up a finger, “It’s much better when there’s light,I assure you.” he says, patting her shoulder then her head - she wasn’t that much shorter than he was, but she was younger than him, so it only made sense for him to do so. And she didn’t seem to complain.

Some officers looked over at them, some of them looked at Bea specifically. He doesn’t say anything, but he does arch his brow towards them, they knew that if a woman - a civilian woman - was walking alongside an officer it was pretty obvious she was there because someone in her life was in the base.

Beatrice didn’t seem to notice, she just followed along with Maverick, sometimes standing behind him so she wouldn’t end up bumping other people, “Okay,” he begins, “Now, you ready?” she nods offering him a nervous smile, “Come along then.”

Maverick continued to lead Beatrice through the base, his steps deliberate as he navigated the corridors and hallways. He made sure to explain different aspects of the base's operations along the way, pointing out various facilities and departments the best way that he could.

He was a good guide after all.

Beatrice listened with genuine interest, absorbing the information and occasionally asking questions. It wasn’t every day she could do this, she couldn’t miss the opportunity, “You know,” she begins as they walk, “I always saw this base whenever I went to college.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,Northride is,” she gestures over her shoulder, “Around that way, and I always wondered what it looked like inside.”

“Does it fit your expectations?”

“I mean,” she laughs, it’s huge. I can never handle how big this place is.”

Maverick chuckled at Beatrice's observation. "It is quite massive, isn't it? But that size is necessary for everything that happens here. We have to be prepared for all sorts of scenarios, and that requires space and resources." She seemed genuinely interested in understanding the inner workings of the base, and he found her company to be rather enjoyable.

He knew she was a good kid and he also knew that Rooster’s absolute care for Beatrice had a reason.

As they walked, Maverick noticed more glances from some of the officers they passed. He understood that Beatrice's presence might draw attention, however, Maverick's reputation as a seasoned officer and well-respected figure seemed to ward off any prying eyes…that and he heard one of them saying ‘That’s Bradshaw’s wife!’ before skiddling away.

As they reached the entrance to the hangar, Maverick held the door open for Beatrice with a grin. "After you, Bea."

She stepped inside with a sense of awe, mouth parting in shock her eyes widening at the sight of the impressive aircraft illuminated by the hangar's lights. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You were right, the light does wonders.”

Maverick stepped in beside her, sliding his hands into his jacket’s pockets. "Aren't they something?" he said, his tone filled with pride. "I do have that reaction often too.”

Beatrice nodded, her eyes dancing over the sleek designs and intricate details. "It's incredible." she notices that Maverick was looking at her and she smiled at him in question, “What?”

“...Bea,I want to talk to you.”

Uh oh.

Mav? Going serious?

She tried to ignore the coldness at the bottom of her stomach, clenching her hands together and then nodding after a few seconds. “...okay…?” he walks to the side, gesturing to

a quieter corner of the hangar.

Once they were in a more secluded spot, Maverick turned to Beatrice, his expression earnest and his hands clasped together as he looks towards the aircrafts in front of them, “...did Rooster ever tell about his parents?”

“As much as he knows.”

“Did he ever tell you about how they met?” Beatrice parted her lips, then closed them as she tried to remember if he did do that. Once she found nothing in her mind, she shook her head negatively, “I don’t think he knows, not in detail at least.” he smiles, rubbing his own knuckles before sighing, “...you know,we had talks about Rooster before, I told you how much I appreciate what you do to him.”

Normally she’d tell him she ‘didn’t do anything’ but she knew he’s right. Rooster was a lot more open with her and, as much as she hated to admit, maybe her presence helped a bit. “You did.” she whispers, “...what does that have to do with his parents though?”

“Ah,well,” he claps his hands once, “You two remind me of them a lot. Goose and Carole, they…” he arches his brows, “Were disgustingly in love.”

“Oh.”

Maverick does a double take, seeing his niece in law’s face drops for a second, then he holds his hand, “Woah,woah, no, no, it’s not bad. Not at all.” he reassures her, seeing how she wrung her hands together. “...It’s not bad. You two are just young and in love and I approve it one hundred percent…when Goose and Carole met, God, he was head over heels for her.”

“...Roos,well,” she smiles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “He did mention his mom, often, I know Carole was a good person and I know that she…didn’t share much about Goose when Roos was growing up.”

“It was painful.” Maverick adds, “To all of us.” he pauses, then turns to look back at Bea, ‘You know what I see when I look at the two of you?”

“Goose and Carole 2.0?”

“What could’ve been.”

Beatrice almost felt bad for her joke, closing her mouth shamefully while her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, “...and Goose and Carole 2.0, you aren’t wrong.” Maverick chuckles, patting her shoulder, “Relax,you didn’t upset me.” There was a pause and only the sound of the hangar could be heard so Beatrice allowed it to happen, sitting next to Maverick with her hands on her lap.

Maverick sighed softly as he gazed out at the aircraft, memories from the past playing in his mind like an old film reel. "Carole was a remarkable woman," he began, his voice carrying a touch of nostalgia. "She had this light about her, you know? And Goose, he was one of a kind. The way he looked at her, it was like he hung the stars in the sky just for her. They were...soulmates."

Maverick turned to Beatrice, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and sadness. "When I look at you and Rooster, I see that same spark. I see the way you both care for each other, the way you light up when you're together. It's a rare and precious thing, Bea. You two have something special."

Beatrice blinked in surprise, her voice quivering slightly as she spoke. "Thank you, Mav. That means...a lot to me." She reached out and gently placed her hand on his arm, offering a reassuring squeeze. "I…you did,mention that to me before.”

“I did.”

“...why bring that up again? I-If you don’t mind me asking.”

Maverick gave her a soft, grateful smile and placed his hand on top of hers. "Ah,I’m just an emotional fool sometimes.” he whispers, “...I think it’s because…maybe…that Nikki reminds me of Rooster when he was born. “And I know for a fact Goose and Carole wanted more kids, but…as you know never could achieve that.”

Maverick's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he continued, silently thankful for the sunglasses in front of his eyes. "When Rooster was born, it was one of the happiest moments of their lives, and I remember how much Goose and Carole loved being parents. They had so much love to give, and it showed in every little thing they did for him."

He paused for a moment, his voice catching in his throat. "Nikki…she's a precious reminder of them. I see so much of Carole in her, and sometimes it's like looking back in time." Maverick's voice became more earnest. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, seeing you and Rooster together, it brings back those beautiful memories back…and I’m thankful to be here and see it.”

Tears welled up in Beatrice's eyes as she listened to Maverick's heartfelt words. She let’s go of his hand to wipe her eyes, offering him a supportive smile. "Um,I…wow I… have no words."

Maverick finally broke the silence with a warm smile after both of them were done sniffling and quietly trying to hold back tears. "Now, how about we continue our tour of this magnificent place? There's so much more to see, and I promise to keep the emotional speeches to a minimum."

Beatrice chuckled through her tears, wiping her eyes. "Really? There’s more to see?”

“Legally? Yes.”

"Well, then lead the way, Mav."

She got home after that, she couldn’t say goodbye to Rooster but she did send him a message that she and Nikki were home. And honestly…she was pensive, for a little while. She sat on her bed, hands on her cheeks as she looks at her shoes - Nikki was happily asleep in her crib, leaving Beatrice alone to her own mind.

Maverick was always genuine about whatever he had to say, especially when it came to Rooster.

He and I, she thought, we've come so far. Her mind wandered back to the beginning, to the moment when they had first met. She remembered the awkwardness, the uncertainty, and the initial hesitations. She remembers seeing him and…he smiled.

She should’ve seen the signs, but she couldn’t, not back then.

Beatrice's fingers traced absent patterns on her bedsheet as she thought about how Rooster had always been there for her. Through the ups and downs, the long deployments, and her own issues he had been a constant. His love and unwavering support had given her strength.

It hadn't been easy, not always, especially when he was gone. The constant fear that something might happen to him, the loneliness of those nights when she slept alone, and the longing for his presence had tested her resolve so often she lost count.

Beatrice's gaze shifted to the framed photograph on her bedside table. It was a picture of her and Rooster, arms wrapped around each other, smiling under the bright sun on a beautiful day. It was funny, they didn’t take pictures often, there were only a few in the house.

She picks it up to have a closer look, smiling sweetly as she recalls the scene. That morning at her uncle Roberto’s yacht, their final day of honeymoon and they just looked so happy. They were happy.

She was happy.

She knew Rooster still had things he had to deal with and she wondered if he somehow felt the same as Mav. If they,somehow, resembled his parents so much. She sighed, falling back on the mattress with the picture on her chest, arms wide open and eyes on the ceiling.

“He’s going to be here in fifteen minutes.” she tells herself, recalling the time, “I should prepare something special…maybe.” she could, she could do something. Yeah! She could! Beatrice sits up on the bed with a smile on her face, kissing her husband’s cheek on the picture before sliding on her shark slippers.

However, she heard the doorbell ring, followed by Eleanor’s barking. And this one wasn’t her usual, ‘who’s there’ barking, it was the ‘I don’t like whoever is outside and i want to kill them’ barking. She frowns, checking on the doorbell camera app to see who it was and–

Miranda.

Not her.

She glanced at the clock, realizing that Rooster would be arriving soon. The timing couldn't have been worse. Beatrice knew that she needed to handle this situation delicately, especially with Nikki asleep in the next room. She quickly got to her feet, slipping the framed photograph back onto the bedside table, and made her way to the front door.

Mentally preparing herself.

“Ellie,” she gently pushes the dog away with her leg, then shushes her to the side. She looks up and almost has a heart attack when Miranda’s face is almost pressed to the glass details on the door. “No wonder Ellie was so furious.”

As she opened the door, Eleanor's agitated barking filled the air,even from afar. Beatrice tried to keep a calm demeanor, though her mind was racing with thoughts of what Miranda might want. "Miranda," she said, her voice polite but guarded. "What brings you here?"

Miranda, standing on the doorstep, smiled brilliantly, “Hello,Beatrice.” she says, even that sounded conscedending, “Is this a bad time?’

“Well-”

“No matter.” And Miranda almost made a move to step inside the house, but Beatrice remained still. The other woman blinked, then tilted her head at Bea,”You busy?”

“I’m…currently taking care of my family,yes.”

“Hmmm…I see.” she fumbles with her purse, “Well,I had to come over and see how things were, Navy wives,right?’ and she winks…and Beatrice feels sick, this is like being attracted into the alligator’s mouth almost.

Why did she get the weird people? Why? “Ha…haha,yeah,N-Navy…wives…can I help you in um,” she crosses her arms, shielding herself, “Any…thing you might need?”

“Well-”

“Gorgeous.”

Both women looked over at Rooster, who closed the door - a bit too strongly, she had to add- with his eyes hidden by his Caravans and his lips curled downwards just a bit, just enough for her to notice he was upset. He keeps his head on Beatrice as he gets closer, ignoring Miranda until he was right by his wife’s side, “Sorry,baby.” he coos, ‘Got caught up at work,everything…good?”

It was hilarious and worrisome how Rooster couldn’t hide his distaste.

“We were just chatting,Roos.”

“About?”

…well,nothing.

Her silence was enough for the pilot who just turned to Miranda, “Listen,Miranda,right? My wife is a bit tired, she just gave birth a few days ago so she needs to rest.” his tone was a bit harder than he intended, but he didn’t care, “So, if you could come back some other day, that’d be much better.”

Miranda's smile, which had been radiant a moment ago, faltered for just a fraction of a second. She adjusted her posture, attempting to regain her composure. "Oh, I had no idea, congratulations on the baby," she said, her tone attempting to sound genuinely congratulatory but coming off as slightly insincere.

Rooster's response was cool and measured, his protective instincts clearly kicking in. "Thank you, but as I said, it's not a good time right now. We'll be happy to chat with you another day." His words carried a firmness that left little room for argument,gently pushing Beatrice back inside the house.

Miranda's annoyance was thinly veiled behind another polite smile "Of course." she replied, her tone now laced with subtle irritation. "I understand. I'll leave you to your family time."

With that, she turned and walked away, her heels clicking on the pavement. Beatrice watched her retreat, her relief palpable. Once Miranda was out of earshot, Rooster exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Sorry about that, baby," he said, turning to Beatrice with a softer expression. "What did she want?”

Beatrice reached out and gently touched his arm, “I…don’t know, she just showed up here. But…thank you,for that. Really.”

He smiled, the tension of the moment melting away. "Anytime, gorgeous. Come on, let’s get back inside before she somehow changes her mind and wanders back.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Once they were inside, Rooster hums, “Also, remind me to tell you something,” he coos, closing the door while rubbing her hand, “Something I thought about.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “I think you’ll like it.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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Your writing is so good!! (*/ω＼*)

Can you maybe do a luxiem bois with a reader that's getting burnt out from work and the bois trying to help them? (*˙˘˙)♡

"Come, rest with me a while."

a/n: i told you guys i'd go a bit crazy with fics hehe ALSO ANON IM RLY SORRY I'M SO SO LATE IN DELIVERING THIS TO YOU

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

quick disclaimer: i based all these burnouts on my own personal experiences as burnouts are different for everyone!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

man is hands on dropping everything upon noticing the tiniest of signs (´･ᴗ･ ` )

without much being said, vox is obviously no stranger to this and after centuries, he's pretty much already mastered the art of preventing the dreaded burn out

so when he sees you staring head on at your work, your fingers set on the side doing nothing, your gaze just a bit emptier than usual, he knows

"what's wrong, love? exhausted from work?" he coos, wrapping his arms around you from behind. vox immediately feels the strain on your shoulders, further indicating you were definitely close to your limit

if anything you already were

vox is one to just sit down and calm you down with words, coaxing you to take a mental break for yourself

it almost didn't matter if you were hungry or not

he's straight to the kitchen to cook something up for you

it could be a comfort food of yours, something of his or something completely new he's been wanting to try in a while

either way, you're eating all of his delicious foods

"but vox, i already ate though..."

"you don't want this food to go to waste now, do you?"

if you're the type to sit quiet during burnouts and rather not talk about the daunting mental block, vox is absolutely fine with it and would probably just stuff your mouth with his food

oh and his lips ;D

ah yes the sussy jokes and pickup lines

god pls have mercy(″ロ゛)

"my, my, if your lips are going to stay frowning like that, mind if i give it a smile with my own?"

"or would it better if i put them to better use?"

KAJHSJKSHASHSGJH?????

SUSSY SUSSY SUSSY

anyway 💀

if the day had been extremely cruel to you, your work piling over, the expectations ever so towering but your mind at a fucking dead end all until your sanity results to tears

"oh dear, shhh, shhh, sweet thing. come here," vox whispers, sitting next to you and bringing you immediately against his chest. "it's alright to let it out, my dear. cry as much as you want. but i'll stay here with you."

if this were me i'd be crying even harder yall 😭

slight mother instincts kicking in, he'll literally just baby you as you weep away your woes. it won't be super obvious but know that deep down, he cares so much about you

he'll just rock you back and forth wherever you are, stroking your hair gently while whispering things your heart needed right now

"all will pass, love. i promise it'll be alright."

"n-no it won't, vox..."

"really? what makes you think that?"

"j-just everything! look at me, i'm failing everything..."

"i'll be honest with you," he smiles, wiping a fallen tear. "i don't see that happening. to me, all i see is your body asking you to rest. it's telling you to take some time off."

"b-but--"

"trust me, dear," he leans down, bringing you closer against him as he placed a chaste kiss at the top of your head. "i believe you to be strong. but there will be times you need to take a break to make yourself even stronger next time. do you understand?"

once you've settled down, he's stuffing your face with more food (´ ω `♡)

no matter how long you're healing yourself, vox will always be there every step of the way. he's holding your hand, he's hugging you, he's kissing your tears away

and by the time you're back on your feet again, the light in your eyes a bright glow and your fire of passion burning through, vox will just proudly smile as you recount today's achievements

"vox, vox, look! i finally got it done! and the results for that other thing i'm doing came back positive!"

when he promised he will do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours, he meant it with every fiber of his body.

he laughs, pulling you in to place a kiss on your lips, "well done, sweet thing. i knew you could do it."

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

i think it'd take a while for mysta to rly notice what was going on (despite being a detective yes)

initially, he thought you were just in a bad spot today. bad day? bad mood? one of those short term emotional breaks is all

but when he catches sight of you continuing to sigh in front of your work, groaning even more often and the many times your face lost its color from constant hopelessness

yes he notices

but he's actually hesitant to rly take action upon it

mysta is very used to seeing you be so positive and happy about things, telling him about your day, even if it was a terrible one

in short, he was used to seeing you smile

but even as one tiny joke didn't manage to bring that back on your face, mysta was extremely worried

was his joke funny? did it offend you more than it should've healed you?

he was nervous to talk you about it, afraid he'd take the wrong step

sooo i will have to ask you to be one opening up to him. at least tell him what's going on and what's been bother your mind to affect your moods like this(>_<)

mysta will appreciate you so much for doing that and once he understands what it is you're going through exactly, he'll definitely offer you all sorts of help

"burnout huh? they suck a lot," he sighs, taking your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. he smiles, kissing it, "it's okay, babe. that means you just gotta take a break, right?"

"as simple as that sounds, mysta, i don't know if i can right now... work is piling all over me."

"huh, what assholes to be overworking you right?"

you snort a bit, shaking your head.

phase one: get them to smile at least a bit. complete.( ◡‿◡ *)

"okay, okay, listen," mysta scoots closer, squeezing your fingers on the way. "i just saw this new (anime/show) come out and a few episodes have been posted. so many people have been saying it's good. up to binge?"

that is his go to way of cheering you up

mysta will immediately try to make you forget what it is that is troubling you, preferably through some entertainment like games or movies.

if it goes back to bother you again, he's quick to make a joke about it in hopes you won't feel as intimidated by it

oh and he's more than glad to take you to the grocery store to pick up a whole new stash of snacks <3

tbh mysta is a big snackie so it's also an excuse to be munching on some lmao

"wait why are we getting ice cream again, mysta? don't we already have some at home?"

"uhhhitgrewlegsandranaway"

"to your stomach?"

"nooooooooo?"

phase two: get snacks and movie plans. complete.(ง ื▿ ื)ว

he will not care how many snacks and or movies it will take to bring you back again mentally. he's there to handle the remote on what you're watching for the rest of the night and he's the one getting up on his feet to grab more snacks

but as soon as mysta sees the tears fall out and you're breathing a lot heavier then before, he can't help but want to cry too

honestly he becomes a mess with you at this point

"hey, hey.. d-don't cry, i-i'm gonna cry too now.." he tries coaxing you, his eyes pricking. he held your shaky hands in hopes to find stability within himself

but yeah it doesn't rly work

"goddammit," he mumbles to himself, sniffling

serious time: he feels rly useless when he can only sit there and watch you cry, especially when he finds himself crying too

"babe, babe, look, it's gonna be okay, right?" he tries but it makes you cry even worse

you don't mean to make him feel even worse, honest!

so what's the solution now?

well... cry together until one of you calms down┐(~ー~;)┌

most times, you're the one calming down first so when you cease your weeping and see that mysta was upset as well, you're the one comforting him.

you know what they say: to cheer yourself up, cheer someone else up.

mysta will just look into your swollen red eyes with the biggest pout in the world, "i-i'm fine, i promise, babe."

you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. "why are we such a mess, mysta?"

"we're destined to be together is all."(//ω//)

and then it's back to movies and snacks until dawn

once you're back on your feet, laughing, smiling and scolding mysta for something he's done, he knows you're okay again

when you show him an achievement you've gotten, sparkles in your eyes, he'll just grin at you while patting your head, "good job, baby. you're so, so strong. i love you."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

not immediately but the moment he starts talking to you and your responses are not like usual, he knows something is up

although not necessarily assuming it was burnout

you're always putting on a smile for him or at the very least giving him more extensive responses to his questions and comments

instead of those, he's only getting 'hm's

his metaphorical puppy ears and tails droop down

"honey? is everything okay?" luca asks you gently while frowning

if you're the type to push people away during these rather dark times, i'm gonna have to apologize on luca's behalf bcs he's the type to push you until he knows you're okay

of course it's not so forceful it's toxic

but just know that luca is genuinely worried about you and if he doesn't know what's up, he's afraid he'll step on a landmine

"honey please? just tell me how you're feeling. was it a bad day?"

to be honest though, with luca's natural adorable charm, it's sorta hard to look away without giving in to him (biased asf lmao)

however if you still aren't in the right place to be speaking, luca will just sigh and give you a kiss to the temple, smiling gently, "alright then. just find me if you're ready to talk okay? i'll always be here to listen."

BABYYYYY

˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚

ahem

he'll be so happy once he sees you approach him, tugging on his sleeve although still a bit sad(╯_╰)

"yes, honey?" luca smiles, putting away his work

i mean bro come on doesn't his smile alone just give you relief?

your heart feels a bit lighter and then you start to spill everything, informing him that it was probably burnout from all the work you've been doing

"oh, honey, come here, come here," luca is the one coming to you tho

you happily receive him in your arms, wrapping yourself in the comforting scent of luca kaneshiro

he starts stroking your hair, rocking you back and forth while humming a soft tune

"how about we hang out for the rest of the day? i'll clear up my schedule, no problem!"

and as much as you insisted that you just wanted a sliver of his time, he's not listening to you anyway and requesting his secretary to clear up any meetings today

he also even went as far as tweeting that he'll be cancelling the stream if he hasn't already

dw, us lucubs are nice! >:3

luca is the type to try and make you forget about your burnout like mysta although a little bit more active

games, movies, a night out, cooking together if you haven't eaten

i think the one thing luca won't ever forget to mention to cheer you up (especially in these dire times) is skin care!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

he's not afraid to be seen with cute bunny hair band to put his long hair away and have cucumbers on his eyes 🥒

i mean why would he? he always feel so nice afterwards

can't a mafia boss clean himself up too(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

always ready with a stash of skincare, from face masks, hair masks, lip scrubs, undereye masks, waxing, nail care--i could go on tbh and luca would prob still have more

or if you'd like, luca is more than glad to be bring you to a spa to get yourself done but honestly, he likes doing it at home with you because he think it's more intimate ;)

"careful babe you're gonna get it all over my eyes!!"

"i heard smoothies from these ingredients make your skin feel good from the inside."

"i feel like painting my nails today... i still can't get the hang of painting my right hand tho... "

"ooohhh this one smells so nice, honey! come on come on let's do this one."

at the end of the night, luca will have you snuggled up against him watching a gentle movie

he'll also just brush away at your face, deciding to bring up your case of burnout now that your heart is in a much better place

"hey, about your burnout. i know it sucks being in this phase of your life right now but listen to me," then he'll cup your cheeks and squish them. "i know you well enough that something like this is just another obstacle. and even if you have trouble going through it, i'll kick its ass down with you. you hear me?"

you don't even remember about your burnout, knowing your (yellow) knight in shining armor is good on kicking some ass down with you

you clasp your hands onto luca's, leaning up to kiss his nose

he frowns, "but honey you missed..."

laughing, you try again. this time, properly.

luca giggles, "i love you."

and once you're back on your feet again, luca has never been more proud of you. he'll hug you tightly, spin you around in the air and probably invite you for a night out at your favorite restaurant

"I'M SOO PROUD OF YOU, BABYYYY! POGGGGGG!"（〜^∇^ )〜

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

notices immediately and already knows what to do

although not as experienced as vox, ike tends to keep himself busy a lot so he has no shortage of burnouts

he's tried different ways of healing himself, from the internet from asking people

it can be super hard going through these things alone, so when he sees you in this state, with symptoms he himself is so familiar with, his heart aches and he reaches out to you so that you don't have to go through the same thing he did often

safe to say that he'll be very serious about this⊂(▀¯▀⊂ )

sure, jokes can help from time to time but i think ike is the type to rly take things head on

ike knows you super well so he knows if you'd like some space right now, or if you need some company

if you feel more reserved and "to avoid" him, he knows to back off for the time being. but he doesn't just go back to his work until you've cooled off

ike wants you to know (although indirectly) that he's there for you still

so what he does is step out of the room and place a drink of your choice near you

"remember to hydrate yourself, okay?" he gently tells you

and when you thank him, giving him a small smile, ike touches your hand like he's asking for permission

if you don't react much, ike will just lean down and place kisses all over your face

to rly rly rly rly remind him that you're not alone, despite all your problems and flaws(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

when the day is very bad, your heart just wanting to break and your mind shattering to pieces from the emotional distress, ike would prefer to be with you rather than give you space

seems disrespectful of what you rly wanted at the time, but pls bear in mind that ike wants to make sure you're okay

it's not that he doesn't trust you either

he just... doesn't like it when you're hurting, alone especially

"please let me stay with you," ike will tell you when you push him away

don't tell me you have the heart to rly refuse this soft king :<

he'll just hold you without saying much, stroking your hair, wiping your tears, kissing them away at the right times

if you want to ramble and rant about everything, telling him how work rly sucks, how you've been failing everything and just being in a terrible mental state, ike doesn't mind either

he's definitely the listener type, absorbing in all of your words like a sponge

so it seems as though he always had the perfect words to say at times like these

i mean.

he's a novelist, he writes songs--

his philosophy is bound to be different from others. or at the very least, word the most common phrases in a way it seemed so original????

ಠ_ಠ

you can't tell me otherwise that he'll be singing to you to make you feel better :D

he's slightly shy about it (this cute bby istg) but once he comes to terms that he was doing this for you and to hopefully make you smile again, he'll start humming a song

something he liked, something you liked, something he was working on

it never fails to put your heart and mind at ease

ike eveland will sit, sing, hold you etc etc for hours on end if it meant seeing you stand back up again

seeing as he's super used to burnouts, i think he actual has some concrete ways of slowly getting you back up there

he totally understands if you're not ready yet, but the way he persuades you--

yeah, sometimes you wonder if it's a blessing or not to be dating ike eveland

i'm just kidding it's always a blessing†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β

he'll even set aside his own work to help you do yours, even as simple as organizing your papers, cleaning up your soft files and all the mundane things your work has you do

you'd be lying if you said that wasn't such a big big help

and before you knew it, you're back to being productive in a lesser time than usual

when you show ike that you've cleared up your work list and or the results of your hard work, he feels more fulfilling knowing that you were saved from the spiraling misery of burnout

he pats your head, brings you onto his lap and presses a very passionate kiss to your lips

then you pull away to see his slightly teary eyes, "i'm so, so proud of you älskling."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

would notice you acting differently, say like staring off into your laptop but doing nothing or sighing just a bit more than usual

shu would def start speculating something is going on and he tests his own theory out by talking to you

"hey there baby," he coos, his eyes sparkling

"mhm," and although you were smiling, shu could tell it was half hearted

yep, something's going on

unlike luca though, he'll be a lot gentler when coaxing you to tell him

he would like to use his spells to spill out of you but he knows super well that's not rly nice so he'll just keep on asking you without using any underhanded tricks

after the third time asking, he'll just sigh and cuddle you silently, holding your hand

"it's alright if you don't wanna tell me. just let me stay with you okay?"

his soothing voice and the way he pleaded a little bit was hard to refuse :<

but just know that shu doesn't want to leave you alone like this, even if he doesn't know for sure what it is you're going through

shu kinda already had a hunch that it might've been burnout but he wants to you tell him himself

after a while, you finally tell him what's going on and he's more than glad to open his arms for you if comfort is what you need

shu is also super calm and smiling throughout the entire thing

it's a trick he learned somewhere

when you're handling something (especially if it's stressful), if one person is smiling, other people just tend to calm down a lot more

you'd be lying if you said it hasn't worked out with him :3

anyway

i think is all about reassuring you mentally

he wants to rebuild you back again before he can move onto other things

so he wouldn't immediately try to distract you from the stress

to him, it's important you recognize what you're feeling and learn how to face it head on instead of running away from it first (ofc this doesn't apply to everyone, you do you readers^^)

"take a deep breath for me."

"clear your head first and focus on my voice, okay? close your eyes if you need to."

he has the habit of pressing between your eyebrows if it furrows so it's just a super cute way to remind you that you should relax

٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

after you're calm, shu will simply smile at you and start telling you about your past achievements, about all the good things about you, about how strong you are and basically the wonderful being you were born as ٩(◕‿◕)۶

but if you're feel more broken apart this time and you can't help but tear up, shu will admittedly freeze up first

this was the one thing shu was so afraid of happening, exactly why he wanted to reassure you mentally first

he'll be at a loss of words on what to do next, he himself not knowing what to do

seeing you cry breaks his heart okay

but shu yamino is a keeper of his words so if he said that he's gonna protect your smile, he will do exactly that even if it daunted him

he'll cup your cheeks so that you're focused on him and you can see he's trying to maintain a strong smile for you despite the tears

shu will just kiss away your tears, each one getting longer every time

BRO THIS AGAIN WOULD MAKE ME CRY EVEN MORE ;-;;;;

after you've calmed down, shu will finally kiss you on the lips and say, "there you are. hi."

he'll then bring you into his embrace, so tightly against him as if he was afraid that you'd actually disappear from him, that something would take you away from him

something not even his jujutsu magic could do

"it's all gonna be okay. i'm right here to go through it with you," he whispers, rubbing your back.

"b-but--"

"when have i ever gone back on my word, babe?"

that he was correct about

you just sigh and melt into him, snuggling into his chest

and for the rest of the day, it really is healing time for both you and him

you're not allowed to be touching anymore work by shu (not directly but by unwilling to let you go hsakjshk) so you have the time to rly just relax and save yourself from further destruction

and as for shu?

it becomes a reminder for him that he should take care of you more often

not in a way that you can't handle yourself

but the fact that he couldn't prevent you from getting these burnouts in the first place, maybe he should've stopped you from working too much

then you suddenly touch his face

shu looks up at you

you're smiling now

"there you are. hi, shu."

he can't help but tear up and cry at the same time, leaning into your hands

it's definitely the little things with you and shu

and once you've picked yourself up again with the sorcerer's help, you're back to laughing and making corny jokes with him, you're in a way reminding shu that he's saved you all over again

"shu, shu, look! i got rly good feedbacks on these!"

ah, that glimmer in your eyes...

he leans in and places a kiss on your temple, "good job, cutie."

Masterlist!

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart #author chan’s delivery service ?

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blublublujk · 2 years

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young blood (2)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 6k

genre: established/growing relationship

pairings: vampy koo x vampy reader x vampy tae x taekook

summary:

Teaching your Newborn vampire lover how to control his thirst.

warnings: jungkook is like their sweet baby (he's spoiled ok >.<). major taekook warning pls do not read if that bothers you. adult content, swearing/harsh language, sexuality, sexual content (noona kink, tears, bondage/blindfold, stripping, handjob, blowjob, cock slapping, cum shots, fingering, cum eating, biting (fangs), feeding (blood invloved), ass eating, spanking??, unprotected sex/anal, multiple orgasms, denied orgasms, overstimulation) i hope i got everything, im tired SORRY

a.n: does anyone still remember me? T—T how has everyone been??? IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. i have been going through so many things, it’s one thing after another. i feel a bit better now but it’s been crazy lately, i feel very exhausted </3 ik i said i was done with this but clearly not… i hope you all can enjoy this in the meantime. i didnt mean to starve you all along jungkook >.< i missed everyone and i miss being active. i’ll try and be back soon. i think this will be the last time i touch these characters so it’s bittersweet. i’ll probably do drabbles if requested here and there but im done with this LOL thank you to the sweet people who check up on me. im very thankful, see you soon 🥺

ALSO much thank you to my sweet friend who helped beta read, i love you smmm honey <333

**re-edited and republished on 09/03/23

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

Jungkook's thirst worsened over time.

Typically, a newborn’s thirst decreases as they age within their new lifestyle. It’s an agonizing pain that affects the throat. At first, it feels like a slight ache, almost as if stuck with a stubborn cold, then it transforms into a flame. It’s like shards of glass are being forced down the throat, unable to inhale anything besides its toxic fumes. A burning flame that could only be controlled by the consumption of blood.

When blood enters the mouth of a newborn, it’s undeniably addicting and nearly impossible to ever stop wanting more. When blood enters the mouth, that excruciating pain they once had felt, turns into a less painful burn, the blood soothing their throat as if it were ice until it becomes bearable, until they feel absolutely spent. To vampires, blood acts as a drug. A drug, they’ll become dependent on for the rest of their sorry, immortal lives. When one is a newborn this all seems like the most difficult mission of your life. The pain is different for everyone. Some deal with this pain longer than others, for some it improves within the estimated years, but as for those that never come out of that cycle, well… they don't survive long enough to tell the tale.

It hurts seeing your own kind unable to come out of that horror. You had been there too, you all had. The thirst seems never ending until it isn’t. You learn to adapt and minimize it. Some escape, but those that don’t get punished. Punished for something nearly impossible to control. It’s sad. That’s when you made it your mission, along Taehyung, to help newborns come out of that cycle.

There was supposed to be no favoritism, that’s what you and Taehyung had promised each other, years ago when the agreement had first started. But somewhere in between then and now, Jungkook had become your most prized possession.

But Jungkook’s thirst only worsened over time.

The more he fed, the more he wanted. Jungkook couldn’t go a week without feeding. Not only did it start to scare you, but everyone started to notice that his feeding habits weren't normal.

When you and Taehyung first found Jungkook, he was weak. Thin. But always kind-eyed.

Jungkook was just too easy.

“Turn me.” He pleaded, soft eyed. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever you ask of me. Turn me. Please…”

“You’re so stupid for a human, Kookie. Think of what you’re asking of me.” Shit, had you had the choice back then, you would’ve done so much more with your life. Maybe you would’ve gone to college like all the rest of your human friends, however life took a different course. Jungkook was given the choice, you never had. “You could have it all, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook shook his head. Stupid, stupid human. His heart racing, nevertheless determined for the chnage. His smell was addictive enough, iching to sink your fangs and pierce into the vein that pounced from his neck, pulsing with sweet blood.

“No.” The human stood firm. “I-I want more. Puh-please. I’m sure of this.”

“So so stupid.” Taehyung echoed, stepping back, eyes a crimson red. He practically tasted Jungkook’s blood in his mouth from the overwhelming smell of fresh blood pumping within him. He, too, wanted a taste but he was also giving Jungkook the choice.

“Please.” Jungkook begged, one last time. And how could you say no to those soft, doe-eyes? The pretty human was practically begging for it, his scent teasing your tastebuds.

You looked back once more at Taehyung, and he nodded, giving you the final call and a form of approval.

So you gave in.

—

“Jungkook hasn’t improved, Taehyung. His thirst… it’s gotten worse.”

Taehyung looked up from his phone to catch a glance of your anxious pacing from across the room, then looked back down. “You spoil him too much. That’s why.”

You scoffed, stopping in your tracks. “And you don’t? Don’t act like a fucking saint. All the man has to do is say please and you fold, too.”

Taehyung sighed, shrugging your comment off. “You just have to try harder.”

“I’m fucking trying, Taehyung. Obviously. He’s not improving as fast as the other newborns. I’m scared of what will happen to him if—”

Taehyung waved his hand. “Stop thinking like that. He’ll be fine. We just have to try a different approach.”

You blinked, resting your hands above your waist. “What are you suggesting?”

“Break him. Test his limits. We spoil him too much. Once he sees how much he can actually handle, feeding will become easier.”

You didn’t say much then, but a realization had settled within you that night. Taehyung was right, it was going to take more than words to get through Jungkook, you had to break him.

—

Two days later, you decided to test his suggestion, alone.

“Have you ever been tied up, Jungkook-ah?” You asked the pretty boy patiently sitting at the very edge of your bed. His dark hair had grown out a lot longer than he usually maintained it, yet his face was still bright, as if expecting a treat for being himself. Always so spoiled.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, curious about the intent behind your question. “Nuh-uh.”

You towered over him, the younger manspread a spot for you to stand in with an oddly chilling look in his sharp eyes sprinkled with hints of dark red. He couldn’t be hungry, could he? Who were you kidding, he was always hungry. You pushed his hair back gently, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. “Do you trust Noona, Jungkook-ah?”

The boy softly nods his head, his rough hands coming up to caress behind your thighs. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, you whispered, “I want to try something, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that baby? Mm? You’ll be a good boy, no?”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate in submitting. If there was anyone he listened to, it was you and Taehyung. He knew how to behave and he understood very well the consequences to disobeying. However, you didn’t exactly think he knew what that quite meant, at least not yet and to what extent.

“Yes, Noona. I’ll be good.” Jungkook answered, while you ran your fingers through his hair. He was always down for a good time, or so that’s what he imagined was coming his way. “I’ll be so good for you.”

With a smile on your face, you slowly pushed him backwards, signaling him to push himself further up onto the bed. “Take your clothes off baby. I’ll watch you from here.”

You stepped off, eyes never leaving him, giving him enough space.

“Everything?” His lips formed into a small pout, he surely didn’t like doing things on his own. He liked the way you touched him, scratch that, loved. Your skin always so soft against his.

“Everything.” You confirmed, crossing your arms.

Jungkook took his time. He pulled his shirt off over his head making sure to maintain eye contact. Teasingly, his hand caressed his abs as they went down his body, the smirk on his face did not go unnoticed. He always knew how to put on a show. Next came his pants, he slowly tugged them down revealing his confined hard-on then tossed them to the side. He hesitated when it came down to taking his boxers off.

“Can’t you do this part?” He pouted, attempting to change the current situation.

God knows you wanted to, but instead you shook your head. “Be good, baby.”

Though his shoulders dropped in disappointment, he accepted his fate. His hands finally landed on the waistband pulling his briefs off, revealing himself little by little until his hardened member sprang out, smacking against his abdomen. Already dripping of precum. A taste sure was tempting.

Time froze a little bit as you took in the sight in front of you, carefully placing himself at your mercy and for your pleasure. His eyes blinked, curious of what came next. Truthfully, you wanted to crawl onto the bed and give him the best blowjob of his life, but you knew that would teach him nothing. That and Taehyung would be disappointed in both of you. You knew better or at least should.

Well, here goes nothing.

“We will start now. I want you to tell me if it gets too much, okay? Are you okay with the color system? Green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means to completely stop what it is we are doing. Is that okay with you?” You carefully explained.

Jungkook nodded once more.

“No, use your words.”

“I understand Noona, I trust you.”

And trust he did. He didn’t hesitate to lean into the blindfold you placed against his eyes, tightening the silky cloth around his head.

“Is this okay?”

The young man looked around for a moment, but saw nothing. He felt much better feeling the presence of your thumb swiping his cheek, an indication he wasn’t alone.

“This is okay.” He murmured, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t see a thing.”

“Okay good. I’ll need your hands now.”

Immediately, Jungkook set his hands out, giving in completely. He was being honest about never being tied-up before, he could never trust anyone enough to allow that sort of power and control over him. He was a competitive person after all and he, himself, liked having control of everything happening around him, but you knew you were just an exception.

Grabbing his hands, one by one, you tied both to the headboard, giving him enough room to be able to tug on the rope without hurting himself when it all became too intense, but not enough to actually escape. With one last tug, you made sure he couldn’t get away too easily. Jungkook was stronger than most newborns after all. You couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to him if he spiraled out of control.

“S’ this okay?” You asked him softly, stepping off to look at your handy work.

He nodded, his head tilting as if trying to get a better feel about his surroundings with all his senses hightened. But it all went dark, now every touch and sound was magnified by ten. It was interesting how a person adapted to the world around them regardless of the circumstances.

“Words, Jungkook-ah.” Once more warning him of the importance of using his words in bed.

“I’m okay.” He breathed out. His hands tugged lightly on the rope, testing the strength of the knots himself. It turned him on to know you could do anything you’d like to him and he would have to take anything you gave him. He was completely dazed by the rough material around his wrists secretly liking how it felt against his tender skin. He ached to be inside you. To feel inside you. The suspense was nearly driving him insane.

Jungkook patiently waited as you made your next move. He felt his dick start to make a mess all over his stomach. He used to feel so embarrassed about the fact that he was easily turned on, but with a woman like you, he couldn’t blame himself. He always wanted you.

He also didn’t know how to explain his attraction to Taehyung. Jungkook had never thought about a man in that way before and maybe it was because he never had the experience of what it was like to be completely ruined by one. Now, he was more than sure, he liked men. But he didn’t want just any man, Taehyung was his strongest desire.

Jungkook attempted to suppress the moan stuck in his throat when he felt you tighten your fist around his length, pumping him slowly. Your breath tickled against his ear as you leaned up to kiss the mole on his neck.

“Noona will make you feel so good, Jungkookie. But only after you learn to control yourself. Don’t you want to be good, baby?” With every whisper, he felt himself already crumbling. Your hand pumped him faster using his precum as lube. Jungkook didn’t hold back the moan this time.

“Ngh— y-yes, I want to be so good. I-I’ll be good. More Noona, more.” You could see him fighting the restraints. His chest started rising with every stroke, he was already starting to lose himself within the pleasure.

But you did the complete opposite. Dropping his cock with no mercy, he felt his stomach caving in as you completely stopped all movements.

Jungkook shook his head, tugging at the constraints. His wrists started to become flush and swollen the more he pulled. “No, please. Puh-please.”

Leaning in, you kissed the pout that had formed on his lips. The second he felt your lips touch his, he didn’t plan to let go. Immediately, his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him access. Big mistake. Without much warning, he shoved his tongue inside, establishing dominance over yours frantically. Attempting to pull back only earned you a light tug to your lip which you responded with a faint moan as you fisted his hair. Even tied, Jungkook made it quite obvious what he was after. He wanted more and was making it known. If given the chance he would have taken you right there and then.

But you managed to pull away with a bite to his lip and a small shove to his chest, while you both attempted to catch your breath.

It was hard not to lose yourself within the process of what was supposed to be “his punishment”. It started to feel a lot like yours too. Maybe you had also grown spoiled. How could you not? Jungkook always received you so well, and the more he took the more you wanted to give him.

Jungkook blew out a deep breath, laying his head against the headboard. His dick was painfully hard, weighing against his glistening abdomen. His dark hair started sticking to the sweat piling on his forehead. He looked so pretty, so vulnerable. And all yours.

He was silently suffering, but his agonizing thoughts were incredibly loud.

Giving him no time to adjust, you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock, licking against the slit painfully slow. He always liked when you did that.

Jungkook cursed, feeling you force his dick down your throat. Though he was used to the sight by now, he so desperately wished he could be looking at that view now. You always looked the best with dick in your mouth. “Ughhh, j-just like that. I wish I c-could see how you look right now.”

“Maybe later.” Jungkook seemed satisfied with that answer, raising his hips carefully to meet your mouth. You hummed quietly around his member, sinking your head deeper as you hollowed your cheeks for a greater effect. Jungkook grunted and so suddenly shoved himself further into your throat causing you to gag around him, taken by surprise. You pulled off immediately, watching him curse at himself for losing control.

“No, no, no. Fuck, I’m sorry. Come back, please.” Jungkook begged, but it made no difference. He’d burn the stupid cloth around his eyes and ties around his wrists if he could by now and show you how truly sorry he felt. Make it up to you, if only he could.

However you didn't budge.

With a slap to his leaking member, you pulled yourself off the bed, watching him curl and hiss at the impact. Jungkook nearly went feral, feeling you go.

“Please!” He cried out. Now he was really struggling, nearly thrusting up in the air for any sort of attention. If Jungkook thought you would go easy on him because you favored him, he felt completely stupid now. He was absolutely helpless.

“No.” That one simple word crushed him. He felt he could cry, he was already making a mess all over himself. He was thirsty. He was in pain. He felt so dirty. He needed something, anything.

Jungkook audibly swallowed. “O-okay, please j-just touch me.” He begged, his arms stopped fighting. The more he pulled the more the ropes tightened around his wrists, he started to become sore, weak. He felt tired.

Jungkook couldn’t see a thing you were doing to him nor could he go out of the way to pleasure himself. He had to rely solely on your next move, but even that was tough when you wouldn’t give him what he desperately lusted for. Did you not want to touch him anymore?

This time you complied, feeling upset about the frown that had set on his face. You wrapped your hand once more around his length, spitting on his swollen crown for some relief, gripping his cock tighter as you jerked your wrist. Using both hands, you applied more pressure on his tip, he immediately responded thrusting into your fists the best he could.

“Yes, yes, yes, like that. Thank you.” Jungkook’s voice was whiny, sucking in his breath with every stroke. His back arching at the sensation of your fingertips digging into his sticky tip. God, he was going insane. Was he already going to come? “I-I’m–”

“You wanna come, baby?” You asked very sweetly, watching him fall apart in your hands.

“Mm...” Jungkook barely hummed, his head falling back. He was starting to feel faint. “P-Please, let me come.”

Though it was too soon for your liking, you couldn’t keep him too long without an orgasm. That is like another personal hell to a vampire. It’s simply cruel. “Go ahead, baby.”

Maybe it was the fact that he was painfully turned on or that he really couldn’t last any longer that made him burst within that same second. Jungkook made such a pretty mess, his sperm dripped all over his blushing stomach, making a shiny milky mess around your fingers until you pumped the very last drop out.

You let his cock drop once more, bringing your fingers near his mouth. He already knew what to do. He leaned into your hand, moaning at the taste as he lapped his tongue around your fingers, sucking them until they were completely clean.

“What a good boy, Jungkook-ah.” Though faint, he broke into a lazy smile and had those sweet eyes not been shielded, you could imagine the sparkle in them as they got praised. Stroking his sweaty hair back into place, Jungkook sighed, feeling his thirst die down, but only by a little bit.

That was the thing about Jungkook, no matter how much you gave him, he could always take more. He needed more. This wouldn’t be enough to calm him, this was just a temporary solution. Jungkook was still painfully hard and extremely thirsty.

Pulling away for a minute, you took time to discard your own clothes. You watched as Jungkook’s chest raised up and down as he waited, becoming impatient by the second. Once you were completely bare, you hopped onto his thighs, adjusting yourself just above the mess between his legs.

He immediately buried his face into your neck biting very cautiously, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to feed off you, but he knows it would only go worse for him. He was not allowed to feed off you unless given audible permission, no matter how thirsty he was nor how badly he craved it, which all was often.

With a light tug to his hair, he popped off your neck. “M’ so hungry, Noona.”

“I’m feeding you now. Patience.” You assured him, but Jungkook wasn’t really up for reassurance anymore. He wanted more and he’d do anything to get it.

“No. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feed.” Jungkook rasped, feeling his throat sting every swallow. “It h-hurts.”

Gripping his chin, you spoke to him harshly. “I don’t think you understand what’s happening here, Jungkook. You don’t get to feed every time you want, no matter how much you beg. You must learn to control your thirst. I’ve seen newborns cursed with a thirst like yours in the past. None live to tell the story. They kill people like you, Jungkook-ah. I can’t have that be you.”

Jungkook felt his chest go heavy, his forehead flew up against yours, his nose pecking yours. “No, no, that won’t be me. I can control myself. You believe me, right?”

He kissed your lips, desperate for you to understand, to have mercy on him.

“I do baby, I do.” Your voice immediately softened, hands caressing his face very tenderly. “Can’t you just listen to me? I promise to feed you. I’m only trying to help you. You understand me, right? We have to build your tolerance.”

Jungkook nodded, almost in a panic state. “Yes. Help me, Noona. Please, I don’t want them to take me from you. I’m so scared. Please…”

He was cut off by another weight added to the bed, one you hadn’t noticed yourself, you smelled him before you saw him. Taehyung was quick to bury his face against the younger man’s neck, pecking it softly. His presence was so sudden, but it was welcomed.

“Nothing will ever happen to you, Jungkook-ah. I would never let anyone take you. You don’t have to be scared.” He spoke with much affection resting against his nape.

Taehyung had nearly torn the door open when he made his way inside, and Jungkook felt he could cry. He understood very well he had two lovers who would never let a single soul hurt him. No one could touch him. He was so loved, he felt it. He didn’t shy away from Taehyung’s kisses either, but instead welcomed them by tilting his neck for more.

“Hyung-ie… h-help me.” Voice nearly breaking.

Taehyung looked over at you and you immediately received the signal. You hopped off Jungkook’s thighs and sat beside him, caressing his messy curls back, kissing his tender cheek. “Taehyung will help you now baby. Is this still okay?”

Jungkook felt tears sticking to the cloth. He hadn’t even realized he was crying and he was too overwhelmed with emotion to even care. He was so hungry. “G-Green. Green. Please.”

Taehyung pounced into action, completely removing his clothes off as quickly as possible before placing himself between Jungkook’s thighs, caressing his inner flesh to calm him.

“Hyung, will make the pain go away, Jungkook-ah. Focus on me, baby.” Taehyung promised as he began to kiss the deprived young man with gentleness, feeling his teary face lean against his. He kissed him almost as if he would break under his touch, understanding that he was extremely sensitive, vunerable at this given moment. He wanted Jungkook to know with every kiss to his lips how cared for he was, with every swipe to his cheek that nothing could ever harm him. And that, Jungkook was starting to understand very well, the tears clinging to his cheek, leaking down his face.

Jungkook slowly spread his legs open, allowing for more space. His mouth clinging onto Taehyung’s as relieved sighs left his lips, signaling he wanted more by grinding his bare cock against his thigh.

Taehyung had never intended on joining and to be honest, he felt he could be of no help, but how could he starve him? He smelled his need, his lust, his desire. How could anyone starve him? How could anyone deprive him of what he so badly needed? Jungkook was just so innocent and out of touch with reality. And at some point, you and Taehyung had become the weak ones.

“Relax my baby, Hyung will help now.” The older vampire cooed one last time, before dropping down and attaching his mouth to Jungkook’s pretty pink hole. He mercilessly licked and curled his tongue, applying pressure on the younger’s thighs to keep them from closing, devouring him as if he was his last meal. Jungkook nearly jerked off the bed, but Taehyung’s grip managed to keep him down. The Newborn let out so many pretty harmonies, already feeling addicted to the way Taehyung’s tongue lapped his juices deliciously into his mouth.

“Nghhh. Right there, Hyung. F-Feels so fucking good.” Jungkook moaned loudly, throwing his head back, raising his hips with every sinful lick. Taehyung continued to work his mouth, prying his ass completely open, stuffing his hole with just enough tongue to satisfy him.

You couldn’t torment yourself any longer just by watching so you stuffed your own pussy with two fingers, they slid with ease, synching a moan with Jungkook. Both, completely overwhelmed with so much pleasure.

Taehyung smiled against Jungkook, realizing what had just occurred. Taehyung knew you far too well. Couldn’t stand a minute without cock stuffing your needy cunt.

As expected, Jungkook couldn’t bear feeling trapped any longer. With one final, strong tug on the ropes they loosened enough, falling to his sides. He didn’t waste a second to grab a fistful of Taehyung’s locks as he continued to eat him out. You were quite shocked that he hadn’t torn the cloth off his eyes first or managed to somehow destroy the headboard to pieces, but that was most likely due to the fact that he was so lost in pleasure and he was just desperate to come again. Taehyung had been caught by surprise, but continued to thrust his tongue inside him.

“Fuck, f-fuck, Hyung, ‘M s-so close. Gonna c-come.” Jungkook kept releasing the prettiest whimpers, pulling and tugging at Taehyung’s hair while he reached his second climax. With one last moan, Jungkook came all over himself again, sweat coating his body, prettily. The sight managing to rip an orgasm out of you as well.

Taehyung finally pulled off, wiping his lips clean with his tongue, his eyes blown out completely, incredibly turned on himself. Jungkook fell back once more, relaxing himself under Taehyung’s hold, attempting to catch his irregular breathing. But the mission hadn’t ended there.

“Keep it on.” Taehyung stopped the very weak Newborn from ripping the blindfold off with a slap to his wrist at the last second. “Hyung will take it off when that time comes. And you, come milk my cock.”

Nearly whimpering at his demand, you settled yourself on top of Taehyung because that is where you belonged. It is the place you felt like a Goddess in, he would worship your body like the Queen you were and it was the only place you could live forever. You believed you were meant for Taehyung and he for you, shaped to fit perfectly inside you. Like you were used to doing, you positioned his cock right above your leaking lips, slowly sitting into the stretch. You held your breath until he was completely inside you, feeling him pulse around you.

“That’s it baby. Ride me well.” Taehyung grunted, hands positioned right above your waist as the man was helping you adjust, feeling your tight pussy squeeze his length. “Let Jungkookie hear how good this big dick feels inside you.”

Releasing a high pitched moan, you lifted your hips just to smash back down against Taehyung, setting a nice pace. “F-Fuck.”

Jungkook felt a spike of arousal rush to his cock once more, hardening on his stomach. This was torture to him and Taehyung knew that. You both knew that.

You gasped, feeling Taehyung’s cock brushing your tight walls, filling you entirely, his palms striking your ass with a quick sting. “Let him hear you, baby. Tell Jungkookie how good this feels. Tell him. Such a whore for my cock, tell him baby.”

Jungkook felt he could come again as he heard you cry out for Taehyung. “Feels so–ahh, good Jungkookie! Feel so full, I’m gonna fuh–fucking come. Ah!”

“Don't. Not yet.” Taehyung grunted, keeping a tight grip, thrusting from below you to meet your hips. He was completely destroying your insides. Nothing you couldn’t handle. His hips came to a sudden stop and the positions shifted forcing you to face down with your ass up in the air. Though you assumed you would come in contact with the mattress, Jungkook’s chest was there to catch you. He quickly picked up the change and pulled you in closer, caressing your back as Taehyung parted your entrance to align himself and with no hesitation shoved his cock back inside you, stuffing your puffy walls entirely.

Jungkook felt this was much, much worse because now he could feel you squirm and shiver against his chest, hearing your breathy moans right above his ear. He didn’t know how much more he could take before he completely exploded.

“Fuck me, fuck, oh fuckkk!” You squealed feeling Taehyung fuck himself into you from behind with no plan to stop. Tightly gripping one cheek he thrusted deeply, setting a brutal pace.

“Tell him again, baby. Tell him how much you love being fucked from behind. You’re so fucking tight baby, fuck. I should just fill you up right now.” Taehyung moaned and with his other hand grabbed a fist of your hair, fucking you exactly as you liked it. Fucking his little slut how she pleased.

Jungkook hissed, feeling you dig your fingertips into his arms in an attempt to catch a break, but you were so far gone by now. “Mmm, I love it so much. Fuck, puh–please let me come please, I can’t last any longer. Nghhh.”

He cheekily smacked your ass, continuing the brutal pace inside you that would eventually break the knot that had built within your stomach. “Yeah baby? Make a mess on my fucking dick, let Jungkook hear you angel. You feel so fucking good princess.”

The knot within you had completely exploded the second he finished his last praise, dropping the grip he had on your hair and allowing you to release your orgasm comfortably against Jungkook’s chest, moaning a repeated ‘yes, yes, yes’ into his neck. The Newborn took everything for you, caressing you into a tight hold while you came strongly.

Taehyung slowed down until he eventually pulled out very carefully, watching your folds drip with your sweet juices. While still panting, you pulled off Jungkook, growing relaxed on the empty spot beside him.

Although nothing had happened to him, Jungkook was still somehow out of breath himself, still hungry for more. As expected, he was still hard and aching for a final release. But you had no energy for more, completely spent, that’s where Taehyung would come in handy. He could always handle more than you could.

Taehyung leaned over Jungkook’s heated body, finally releasing the blindfold around his head, welcoming his eyes to the mess that had been created in such a short time. It took some time for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust to his surroundings again, but there it was.

The only people he desperately wanted, the only people he needed. The only two people he ironically fell deep in love with. His lovers.

Taehyung placed his palm against Jungkook’s cheek affectionately. “You okay, baby? You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Jungkook blinked tears away, his pretty eyes glistened in the sunlight that had sneakily made its way through a crack. “You are? B-But I tore the ropes. And ‘m s-so messy. D-Don’t you hate me?”

Taehyung immediately shook his head, pushing his nose against the younger’s. “No, my baby. I could never hate you. None of us. You look prettiest like this, baby. I’m really proud of you.”

The Newborn leaned in for a passionate kiss which Taehyung granted, feeling so many emotions but for once, he was no longer hyperfixed on the burn that had been longing in his throat, but now satisfied with the warmth he felt within his heart. Jungkook loves so deeply.

With a pop to release Taehyung’s lip, Jungkook begged one last time. “Fuck me please. Just one last time, I promise. M’ s-still hungry.”

Taehyung smiled. “I know, baby, I know. Get on your knees and face Y/N.”

The younger man didn’t waste any time hooking an arm over your bare chest and pulling you underneath him almost as if he was gonna fuck you in the process (maybe it was possible, but that would come next time). Though still wet from earlier, Taehyung decided to spit into Jungkook's fluttering hole before easing his hard cock into him. Once Jungkook had adjusted with a muttered ‘move, please’, Taehyung pulled out slowly only to thrust his way back inside. He started fucking Jungkook like he deserved it, fast and precise. He wanted to fuck him until his legs gave out, until Jungkook understood just how proud he was of him. Being able to control your thirst as a newborn was a difficult thing, but Jungkook had proven just how well he could withstand it (even if he was a bit more spoiled than others, that was something only you and Taehyung had to know).

“Fuck. Ah! Hyung, right there!” This time it was Jungkook throaty moans being heard above your ear as he was being railed mercilessly, repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

He whimpers, hearing Taehyung’s moans, feeling Taehyung’s dainty hands tighten around Jungkook’s thin waist, thumbs digging into the dimples forming his back. Taehyung could only control his own release so much, he was very close, especially feeling Jungkook’s tight wall squeeze around his length with every stroke.

Jungkook’s dick was embarrassingly hard and only kept rutting against your thigh as Taehyung made it his mission to fuck him into fucking oblivion. There wasn’t much you could do, but observe the look on Jungkook’s face as he was getting fucked like the good boy he was. Moving a hand down, you took a hold of his cock pumping him roughly. Jungkook felt his lovers everywhere, he never wanted it to end.

“I’m gonna— Ah!” Jungkook broke into sweet gasps, eyes shut, feeling himself make a mess into whatever was left beneath him. He delivered his orgasm all over your hand, his seed decorating your stomach, leaking into the sheets below. The room was filled with the stench of sex. You would argue it had never smelled better.

Taehyung soon came himself and heard Jungkook softly chant to come inside him and that is exactly what he did, filing Jungkook up completely, sperm leaking down his thighs.

Taehyung swore he had never seen a view this beautiful in between breathless pants. His two lovers, completely spent underneath him, willing to do just anything and everything for him. He had never seen anything prettier, such pretty messes. Taehyung was careful when removing himself from Jungkook, who winced at the empty feeling. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to find his pretty lovers tangled in bed while he carefully wiped them clean with a wet towel. With him, he brought a cup of blood that was to be stored for emergencies. However Taheyung used the supply quite often for his Newborn lover, but who was he to deny his baby of anything he needed?

Tapping his shoulder gently, Jungkook pushed himself up against the headboard immediately downing the red liquid.

“Drink it slowly baby, slowly.” Taehyung cooed with a soft– sharp tone, both watching Jungkook swallow every last drop, his pretty lips were tainted red followed with a streak of blood running down his chin. Always such a messy thing. “Ahh– so pretty, my sweet baby.”

“Good boy, Jungkookie.” You whispered.

Jungkook felt himself melt into the sheets with a huge smile, blush setting deep within his soft cheeks. He was finally home.

That was what it was like most times and it is what set the scene most days.

Two older vampires admiring their Newborn lover into fitting the lifestyle they had always known. Three lovers who loved deeply and passionately. Three lovers who would always find happiness through each other.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispered, feeling you both beside him, arms wrapping around his thin waist, legs entangling each other’s. “I love you both so much.”

Taehyung kissed the boy’s cheek while you leaned deeper into Jungkook’s embrace. “We love you more, baby.”

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