#I'm sure this has already been done plenty of times before but I love him sm ;-;

[blkkizzat]

𝙅𝙅𝙆 𝙈𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙫 𝘼𝙡𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠 ♡

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NURU MASSAGE ft. Choso Kamo x Reader m.list

summary: Choso has stamina for days but needs to work on his endurance and you know the perfect way to achieve that.

cw: nuru, edging, dirty talk, cockrings, femdom, slight masochism/sadism a/n: My fav anon, 🪞 anon, requested a list of JJK Men Fav Alt Fuck Kinks (non vag penetration). Love the idea but I'm pretty busy so going to release these one by one when I find the time. I will update the ask as an m.list for it soon. wc: 2.3k slightly black fem coded, no descriptors

Recently devirginized Choso who is still working on his endurance but has plenty of stamina. He cums quickly but recovers just as fast, fucking you and himself into repeated overstimulation until you are both delirious.

By the end of the night you are a sticky fucked out mess. Choso spurts out more buckets of his cum inside you than your poor pussy can hold to the point you are questioning the limits of your birth control, not to mention washing your sheets daily.

However, you know something needs to be done when no amount of aftercare can stop his cum from still oozing out of you at work during the day. You quickly realized you needed to pack an extra change of panties with you as the ones you have on are guaranteed to be completely soiled by lunchtime. 

For the sake of your cunt which had turned into a storage well for Choso’s cum and your overwashed bedding and undies that had begun to fray, Choso needed to build some endurance. You knew the perfect way to accomplish that.

That’s how Choso realizes how much he loves nuru massages.

“Y/N, baby, p-puh-lease! L-Let me cum!”

Choso lay whimpering beneath your naked oil slicked body as you slowly rocked your hips on top of him, yet there was no penetration this time. 

This was his endurance training. 

Choso’s cock was being compressed between his stomach and your cunt as your folds had parted wide to spread over his sizable girth. Your swollen clit drags along the length of him while your tits glisten as they jiggle temptingly in his face like a treat. 

You smile down at him sweetly with half-lidded eyes and shake your head no.

Choso doesn’t hold back his whines and cries of frustration at you denying him.

Perhaps you were enjoying the desperation of your half-curse boyfriend withering under you, painfully hard and vulnerable, a bit too much. 

You reasoned this was for his benefit just as much as yours while you savored the intense heat of his arousal under you that sent tingles all over your body causing your heart to race with excitement. 

Choso on the other hand was biting his inner cheek so hard he almost drew blood. 

Honestly, he had never been this hard before. 

He surely would have long already spilled a load of creamy white fluids all over his taunt abs from just your bare pussy rubbing on him like this. Yet he couldn’t reach the sweet ecstasy of release due to the tight cockring currently around his girth.

If the torture of you grinding on him wasn’t enough, Choso wasn’t even allowed to touch you as you had his arms restrained overhead. The cute skull charms dangling from the fuzzy black cuffs on his wrists clink together every time he strains against his bindings.

You both knew he could break out of them faster than you could blink. But he promised you he would be a good boy. 

However, that still didn’t stop him from begging. 

“S-shit-shit baby– Fuck! Let me touch you Y/N, pleaseee! I’ll make you feel so good princess, wanna make you feel so good on my cock.”

You hum out a moan, the rolling of your hips never faltering, as if you were seriously considering his request before your lip slightly curls up.

“Mmm but Cho baby, your cock is already making me feel really good. Ah there! You’re holding back so well like you promised. This is hard for me too, you know.”

You gave him a small look of frustration but it was obvious to him just how much you were enjoying this. 

Almost reaching your next high, you couldn’t keep up your weak charade long at all. Your eyelids fluttered and you threw your head back as you picked up the pace bouncing on top of him.

You had cum once already from teasing Choso like this and it was torture for him to play such a passive role. Much preferring to shower you with his affections, he really struggled with receiving, especially given these circumstances.

But promising you to be a good boy, Choso can only watch helplessly as you rut your body, that was divinely perfect in his eyes, against him while your hands roam to grasp and knead your tits. 

Something you knew he would quite literally murder to do right now.

Panting rapidly and voice quivering, tremors run through your body as you gush all over on his cock. 

A strained cry comes from Choso as he swears he could have busted a nut right then from the feeling of your slicked sweaty thighs shaking and your warm release flowing over his pelvis. The sight of you cumming so hard from just rubbing against him with that dazed look on your face was so fucking sexy and was pushing him beyond his limits.

Barely a minute goes by though before you resume your grinding causing Choso to hiss and throw his head back in defeat.

You weren’t completely lying before though about this being hard for you. Although this was immensely pleasurable it was nothing compared to the feeling of Choso carving his thick shape into your tight cunt and the more you teased him the more you ached for it. 

“H-Hear it Cho? How much you just made me cum?”

Of course Choso heard it, the messy squelching sounds of your pretty pussy smacking down on his throbbing cock were the only sounds louder than his whines. The lubricant and his precum mixes with your essence still steadily seeping out of you causing your movements to become sloppy as you slither against him, digging your nails into his sides for leverage.

Choso’s resolve was rapidly crumbling as he started bucking his hips up.

You couldn’t have him breaking so soon though. 

You both had decided with his high stamina he should be able to endure you cumming 3 times before he did so he had to last a bit longer.

Even knowing this it didn’t stop the pained sob elicited from your boyfriend when your hips came to a stop. 

God, Choso is so fucking baby girl all cute and needy.

The training purposes of your actions were quickly pushed out of your mind as you only wanted to see his handsome face contort, his nose scrunching ever so slightly as he pleaded you for mercy. 

Choso could use the safe word if it was really too much but you knew he wouldn’t anyway, Choso was a bit of a masochist when he was in this state. 

Your long manicured nails raked red lines along his torso as you sank yourself down flush onto his body. 

The moisture easily allowed you to glide your hardened nipples over his as you settled on his chest, continuing to tease him massaging your nipples over his own.  

Choso didn't know how much more of this he could handle before snapping and just fucking you, especially now that your perky tits joined with your velvety cunt in the assault against his body. 

FUCK!

He definitely wasn’t prepared for you maneuvering yourself a bit higher so his bulbous tip hooked under your clit before sliding back and teasing against your hole. 

You paused to press his angry leaking cockhead ever so slightly over your entrance letting him momentarily feel the way your pussy flexed for him, crying more fluids as your cunt tried to suck him in fully, before you pulled away.  

You gave him no reprieve as you repeated the seductive movements over and over.

Choso’s mouth parted in a half pout, his bottom lip trembling with furrowed brows and glassy eyes that threatened tears as he gripped the cuffs causing the chains to bend almost snapping in two. 

You knew how much you were stressing your poor sweet boyfriend the fuck out. He was a trooper for lasting this long but you knew he couldn’t much longer. 

That didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy every second of it until that happened.

“You’re doing so well baby girl, gonna let you cum soon, kay?”

Choso blushed hard at you calling him baby girl. 

He wanted to hate when you called him that, much preferring your moans of ‘Daddy!’ beneath him since it made him feel like he was the one taking care of you. 

Nevertheless, his intense desire to please and obey any request you gave him activated when you so possessively referred to him as your ‘baby girl’. He felt so unworthy of you at times and the fact you even wanted to take care of made him love you so much more, even if he had already made a promise to himself to be the one to take care of you.

“C-cum with me this time Choso, you’ve been so good for me baby girl.”

You praised him again as your own vision became hazy and you pushed past your fatigue as you clung to him. Your bodies so soaked with the cocktail of sweat, oil and fluids has you now digging your nails into his back just to stay on.

Capturing his lips in a kiss and swallowing his moans, you reached down to remove the binding on his cock. Choso had grown even bigger around the ring and you had to give a good tug even with the lubricant from your bodies to get it off of him.

No sooner than finally freeing Choso from the confines of the sillcone cockring did all the tension in him finally explode. 

You felt his cock thrash against you, toppling you into your own delicious orgasm as his entire body and its appendages involuntary twitched and quivered. Moaning loudly Choso violently came, spilling the largest thickest load you’ve seen from him yet between your heaving bodies. 

After a couple minutes you raised your head to look at him. Choso had snapped the chains of his confines in two, yet the cuffs were still around each of his wrists akin to a bracelet. His large hands covered his face and he struggled to steady his still erratic breathing.

When you see fat tears roll down the corner of his eyes a bit of guilt hits you as you wonder if you pushed him a bit too far this time. Wanting to comfort him with some aftercare you will your exhausted body up to retrieve a warm towel. 

However, no sooner had you sat up did Choso’s hand catch your wrist in a vice grip hold stopping you.

You whipped back to see Choso had sat up as well. He still hadn’t fully caught his breath though and a hand was still over his face. 

“Awe baby girl. I’ll be right back to cuddle you Cho, ok? Just going to go get us a towel.”

“No.”

The cold empty reply sent chills through you. 

You quickly realized he wasn’t clinging to you now for comfort.

You swallowed hard as the hand covering his face slowly descended to reveal the expanded barbed vertical blood lines over his eyes that were piercing into you like a starved animal staring down its next meal.

Shit. Choso was a pretty easy-going guy but you always knew he meant business once he had activated Flowing Red Scale. 

Before you could even form the words you felt your back hit the mattress and just as quickly he was on top of you. Gripping the fat of your thighs he slides your ass flush to him as his hands trail up your sore legs to force them back to your ears.

Your eyes rolled back and you choked on a sob when he pushed all 8 thick inches of his dick into you all at once, bottoming out in you with a single thrust despite the tight squeeze. Choso grit his teeth, still hard even after cumming that much didn’t mean he wasn’t still sensitive but he didn’t care as he could only think of fucking into your creamy cunt until you were screaming under him.

Not even giving you a chance to adjust, your breath hitches and falters every time he roughly slammed his hips down on yours. The firm grip on your hips would surely leave marks as he pounded your cunt open wider. Before your mind could even process the shift your ‘baby girl’ had transformed back into ‘daddy’. 

And currently your daddy was treating you like his brand new pocket pussy he had yet to break in.

“P-P-Puhleaseeee Daddy w-wait!”

He looked down on you with the same curl lipped expression you gave him earlier as moisture gathered on your lashes.

“You’ll take this dick as it comes, Y/N. S-Say, it. Fuck! Say you’ll take all of it for daddy, hm doll?”

Choso is rabid. 

He’s growling down at you now and drooling as he fucks you into a stupor. 

You’re babbling incoherent responses before they turn into mere gurgles as your tongue lulls out of your mouth. Seeing the drool leak outside your mouth Choso gives you a dominating opened mouth his sucking on your tongue hard and sending you towards your 4th orgasm of the night. It would not be your last.

Overall, results of his endurance training had been a success. Choso lasted much longer each round. 

However, contrary to your original thoughts, this did not decrease the amount of loads he pumped into you, only extended the length of each round to nearly double of the previous times before.

This puts you right back at square one. 

In fact you might be in the negative, as in the end all this resulted in was him building up larger loads, fucking his cum into you harder for longer and causing even more to spill out on your sheets as your pulverized cunt can’t possibly keep it all in. 

In the morning, Choso pulls your sore and completely exhausted body even closer to him. He takes his time as he peppers your face and neck with kisses while his fingers lightly ghost over your inner thighs, still moist from the remnants of his cum still seeping out.

You’re too tired to do anything but let him touch your body the way he wants to as you fade back into a heavy sleep. You are already back slumbering by the time he lightly coos a request into your ear.

“Let’s do that again tonight babe, okay?”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: Choso is so bbgyal. 🥹 Love him sm. 💖 reblogs are appreciated 🙏🏽

Edit 1/3 - made some improvements !

Footjobs ft. Suguru is next, it's pretty much done so I'll post it tomorrow. Comment and lmk on the m.list if you want to be tagged.

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[hwashotcheeto]

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖(𝒓 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚)

Park Seonghwa X afab!gn!reader

Summary: With your boyfriend away on tour, you started missing him in more ways than one. Maybe a phone call is all you need to fix it.

WC: 2.5k

CW: Smut, fluff, some angst at the end

Smut Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk (SO much), mutual masturbation, handjob, clit play, toys, slight dacryphilia (?)

Your dear, loving boyfriend had embarked on another tour. Another many months of traveling, performing, all without you by his side. 

It had hardly been a month and you were already tired of it. 

You thought you'd get used to it, seeing how he was gone a lot when he wasn't on tour, but this was different. He was constantly in a different place, and more often than not, he was still busy when he wasn't performing. So even if you wanted to chase him down somehow, it would be incredibly difficult. And expensive. 

So you were left alone, in your apartment, without your boyfriend. 

It especially became problematic when you'd be laying in watching his performances. You went down a rabbit hole, finding the many gifs and clips, watching your talented, hot ass boyfriend grind and thrust his hips and wish he'd do it on you. 

It didn't even take long before you were squeezing your thighs together to elevate the pressure. 

The few times you'd tried to get yourself off with Seonghwa since he'd left hadn't been fun. You could get it done, sure, but it didn't feel as good without him. 

So you called Seonghwa. 

You balled up the blanket in your fist as it rang, counting them, expecting the disappointment of going to voice-mail. 

“Hi jagi!” 

And you sighed in relief when you heard his voice. 

“Hi love.” 

On the other end, Seonghwa actually had a few hour break. They'd gotten to the hotel earlier than planned and had plenty of time before the rehearsals. So he was in his bed thinking of calling you. 

“How are you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. “I just miss you.” 

“I miss my jagi too.” 

His voice through the phone was enough to send chills down your spine and straight to your already soaking cunt. You bit your lip to not accidentally let a noise slip. 

“Are you feeling okay? Are you tired?” 

“No, no.” Seonghwa shook his head, as if you could've seen that. “I took a nap not too long ago and I've got some time before our show.” He smiled to himself. “And seeing your name pop up made me feel amazing.” 

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile at that. But in the back of your mind, the little needy voice whispered “Yes, this is perfect, he has time.” 

“You're sweet,” you breathed, rubbing your thighs together again. You rolled your eyes back at the small but powerful movement, making hot bolts of pleasure shoot up through your bones. “I'm glad you're okay.” Your voice was growing more strained as you were trying to hide your obvious growing desire. 

You didn't want to spring the idea on Seonghwa too soon, you didn't want him to think you only wanted him for sex. Of course you didn't, you'd been calling him almost every day just to hear his voice, checking to see what timezone he was in to do so. 

But it seemed really shitty to call your boyfriend up and immediately ask him for sex, didn't it? 

You wanted to ask in a better way, but Seonghwa could hear your heavy breaths and the slight whine in your voice. 

“Are you okay, angel?” The pet name shouldn't have made you whine. 

“I'm okay, I just…” You trailed off, and sighed as you stopped your movements completely. “I was watching your performances, and I got horny, and so I called you, but I didn't want to seem like it was just that, I wanted to call you for more than just sex.” You were babbling endlessly, trying to make sure Seonghwa didn't misunderstand your intentions. 

But lucky for you, your loving boyfriend was willing to provide. 

“I can help you.” Your eyes went wide as his voice slipped into a deeper tone, and this time, you couldn't help but whimper. “Aww, that desperate? My poor baby, I'll take care of you.” 

“Thank you,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together again, tighter than before. 

“Of course.” You could hear his smirk through the phone. “Strip yourself down, beautiful. Completely.”

You did as he commanded, putting your phone on speaker and stripping your clothes off, flinging them to some random part of the bedroom. You yanked the blanket off your body to expose yourself to the room, and shivered as the cool air hit your dripping cunt. 

“Okay, done.” 

“Now rub your clit. Slow little circles. Don't speed up until I tell you, okay?” 

“Okay-”

“And let me hear all your pretty moans.” 

Chills raced over you again as you ran your hand down your body to your cunt, gathering up some of your slick and slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You dropped your head back and whined, pleasure shooting up through your body again, 

You let out a small whine, trying to not sound too desperate too early. Until you let out a soft “oppa.” 

And that was all it took for Seonghwa's pants to grow tighter. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his eyes back. “What was that, jagi?” 

You hadn't called him that title for some time. You both had gotten too wrapped up in the “mommy” title and almost forgot about the other one. 

“Oppa? Do you not want me to?” 

“No, keep saying it.” Seonghwa switched which hand was holding the phone and reached down to undo the tie on his sweats. 

You closed your eyes and let out a louder, longer whine of his beloved title. He groaned and rubbed himself over his pants, biting his lip. 

“Good baby,” he whispered. “Fuck, you've got me hard too.” 

“Maybe this can help as a stress reliever,” you said with a soft giggle. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, it would.” He groaned again as he pulled his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock out and stroke himself. He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining it was you instead. 

“What I wouldn’t give to have you here, to help me relax.” He stifled a moan when he ran his thumb over the tip. “Split you open, make you cream all over my cock.” 

You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. The slow pace your were rubbing your clit at wasn’t enough. “Oppa, can I go faster? Please?” 

“Yes jagi,” he breathed. “Go faster, imagine it’s me.” 

You already were. You were already imagining it was his hand playing with your clit instead of yours, imagining that he was between your legs, that he was still here with you. 

Seonghwa smiled when he heard your moans and whimpers get louder. “Aww, you sound so precious.” He stroked himself faster too. “So cute, God, I with I could fuck you. Fuck you full of my cum, my babies.” 

Your whole body shuddered and you let out a broken cry, whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips, panting out “oppa” over and over. It only made him harder and harder, more sensitive, craving the feeling of your soft, warm cunt around his cock instead of his hand. 

“Want them so bad,” you breathed, choking on your own noises. “I wanna fuck myself so bad.” You whimpered as your fingers strayed to your pulsing hole, craving to be fucked full. “I want you to fuck me.” 

“Imagine it’s me.” Seonghwa gulped as he squeezed his cock a little, running his tongue over his lips. “Fuck your hole and imagine it’s me-” He cut off with a moan. “Pretend it’s me inside your pretty hole.” 

You scrambled to grab your dildo you had stored beside your bed. Once you hand, you made yourself comfortable again, spreading your legs wide, and slowly pushed the toy inside. 

You let out a loud whine as the toy slowly filled you up. “Oppa, feels so good,” you whimpered. 

Seonghwa’s tongue fell out of his mouth as his breathing got heavier, his eyes still closed, pumping his cock and imagining you on top of him. “I know, jagi.” He whined as he sped up again. “Keep going, make yourself feel good.” 

You slowly fucked yourself with the toy, your legs falling even farther open than before. You were completely lost in your fantasy, imagining he was here, that it was him who was fucking you and making you lose your mind. 

“You stretch me out so far,” you babbled. “Make my hole take you, feels so fucking good.” 

God, you’d be the death of him. Seonghwa’s thighs started shaking, sweat sliding down his face. He smirked as his tongue poked out again. 

“Such a filthy fucking slut,” he muttered. “Yeah? Feels good? I feel good when I stretch out your pretty hole? Getting all deep inside?” He was going into his own daze, bordering on drunk, losing himself in the abyss of pleasure. 

“Yes!” You cried. “Please, go faster, I need you!” 

“I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as you want, I’ll fuck you dumb, my precious little slut.” 

Your hand unconsciously sped up, fucking yourself deeper and faster, hitting your spot just the way you needed it. You cried out louder, screaming Seonghwa’s title, arching your back off the bed, desperately crying out for him. 

Seonghwa sped up too, his moans getting louder, whines becoming more frequent, his hands shaking more and more, sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, running down his neck. 

“Talk to me,” you whimpered out, tears on the edges of your eyes, stuttering through your words. “Talk to me while you fuck me dumb, tell me how good I feel, how filthy I am, how good I feel on your cock.” 

Your request knocked the wind from Seonghwa’s lungs. You heard him softly choke. Some small seed of pride swelled in your chest. 

“You’re so fucking filthy,” he babbled, his voice high and shaky. “Just wanna be fucked stupid, a needly little slut, taking my cock so good. So good for me, so perfect, fuck, I wanna cum all over you.” 

 He was panting heavily, so fucking close, but he held himself back to wait for you. But he could tell you were close, and he said as much. “Wanna come for me, angel? I can hear you crying.” 

And you were, the tears were flowing down your face, desperate screams and moans ripping from your throat. You were so close, you just needed a little bit more of a push. 

You reached down and rubbed your clit, bringing you even closer, but you just needed more. More of your boyfriend’s voice. 

“Yes, I’m close,” you gasped. “I wanna come for you, oppa, wanna come for you like a good little whore.” 

Seonghwa finally let out a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come for me, come with me, be a good whore and come on my cock.” 

That’s what you needed. You tipped over the edge and your orgasm washed over you, tearing screams and cries of Seonghwa’s name from your throat, sobbing from the pleasure. 

Seonghwa was right behind you, gasping and whimpering out your name as he came all over his hand, slowly stroking himself until it was over, chanting your name the whole time. 

You both laid there in your separate beds, panting heavily, trying to get your breath back. Neither of you said anything for a bit. 

But once you opened your eyes, the reality set in again. You were alone. Seonghwa wasn’t the one who fucked you. Seonghwa was hours away. He was only a voice through your phone. 

And the tears came back stronger than ever. 

Seonghwa’s heart broke hearing you cry. He knew exactly why. This wasn’t the first time you’d been on the phone with him and cried because he wasn’t there in your bed with you. The last night he was with you, you cried yourself to sleep on his chest, telling him how much you wished you could go with him. 

“Jagi?” He called softly. “Are you okay?” 

“No,” you sobbed, rolling onto your side and grabbing one of your pillows, hugging it tight. “You’re not here, and I need you here.” 

“I know.” Seonghwa’s throat was closing up and his nose burned as tears formed in his eyes. 

You grabbed your phone and set it closer to you. “I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and tell me I did good.” You sobbed out all your words, hardly making much sense, but Seonghwa heard you well enough. 

“You did so good for me, angel,” Seonghwa said softly, like he always spoke to you after sex. “I wish I could hold you and kiss you too.” He choked up and pursed his lips, trying not to burst into tears. 

You sobbed into the pillow. “I want you home!” 

And that was all it took to break him. The tears spilled over and down Seonghwa’s cheeks, softly sobbing and whimpering, curling up in his bed and wishing your arms were around him too. He missed you as much as you missed him, he spent many nights tossing and turning without you, yearning for your touch, your kisses, your voice. 

“I know, jagi, I wanna be home with you too,” he sobbed. “I want to so badly.” 

You both cried, not knowing how to comfort the other. There was no way around this. Your boyfriend wasn’t coming home for a while. A long while. You wouldn’t see him for a long while. The idea smashes your heart to pieces all over again. 

“Can’t I come see you?” You whimpered. 

“You could, but you know it wouldn’t be more than a day.” Seonghwa sniffled and got up to clean himself up. Every movement was slow and heavy. 

“I don’t care, I just need to see you.” You got up to clean yourself up too, slowly pulling the toy out of yourself and taking it with you to clean up. 

“Then maybe if you can somehow get a flight to the next country we’re performing in, I guess.” 

It didn’t take you long to find a flight to their next country. It was expensive, yes, but you had money saved up for this. Seonghwa told you months and months before the tour was announced to the world that there was going to be one. You’d been secretly saving up since then to afford such a trip to see him. 

Your everything. Your world. The light of your life. You needed to see him. 

You laid back down in bed, tired and ready to sleep. Seonghwa had cleaned himself up and laid back down as well, promising to wait until you felt tired enough to fall asleep. 

“You’ll really be there?” He asked softly. 

“I will, love,” you said back, just as soft. Seonghwa smiled, and his heart swelled at the thought. He couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again. 

“Then you need your sleep.” 

“I know.” Your eyes were already getting heavy, along with the rest of your body. 

“Sleep well, my precious jagi. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Hwa.” 

You ended the call first. It hurt to do it, but you knew Seonghwa wasn’t going to. 

You closed your eyes and let sleep take you away to dreamland, where your beloved was waiting for you again.

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[skzhua]

a price i'm willing to pay | part 14 - the sparklers.

MASTERLIST

pairing: ceo!bang chan x entrepreneur!reader

genre: social media!au, arranged marriage, fake relationship, fluff, angst.

warnings: swearing, alcohol.

summary: following a scandal threatening the survival of your business, you have no choice but to associate yourself with a competitive company.

"Wonhee will be there!" you exclaimed as you tossed your phone away.

Both Hyunjin and Minho looked at you curiously. "Who?" Hyunjin asked.

Minho was quick to hit his arm, causing the man to wince at the touch. "You've met her before, don't act like you don't know who she is."

"I would but I genuinely have no idea."

"Y/N's sister," Chan informed as he joined the three of you with a clipboard in hands. "We saw her at the bar last time we went."

"Right," Hyunjin hummed with a frown.

"Alright," Chan continued. "Hyunjin, we still have the pictures with Lix to take and then your part will be over. Jisung?"

The assistant hurried to his boss and smiled. "Here."

"Could you and Changbin change the background?"

Your best friend let out a grunt. "Again?"

"Do you want me to forgive you or not?" you said with a glare and it was plenty to shut him off and make him join Jisung at the task.

Things were advancing well with the campaign. You had much more positive feedback, even if many still believed you had tried to poison your clientele. Nonetheless, people were loving seeing you and Chan interact in such ways that they would have never thought of seeing ever. Still, he remained very unpleasant towards you, but you weren't any better so it was a fair game.

"Hair and makeup done!" Felix cheered as he walked in the studio, his GoPro pointed towards himself. "Y/N has chosen beautiful colours as you can see," he showed his eye makeup. "And, of course, Chan's new cream was used for my skin."

"Do you ever stop filming?" Jisung rolled his eyes.

"And we have our beloved Jisung who seem to be pretty grumpy this afternoon."

They continued to bicker in the background which made you chuckle as you moved on with sorting products out. You peeked at your checklist to make sure you had everything you needed and began to check the items. It wasn't long after that Chan leaned next to you on the table. With his rolled up sleeves of his black buttoned shirt, he perked an eyebrow as he watched you intensely. You did your best to ignore him but the man was not budging.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" you said between your teeth.

"Busy doing something totally unnecessary. Might I say, Y/N, I am disappointed," he said in a cheeky way.

"I prefer double-checking and being organized, is that so wrong?"

He shrugged. "I just think you're wasting time. Besides, the guys have the makeup on already. What's the point in checking?"

"In case we forgot, we can still put it– Why am I even bothering to explain this to you?" you groaned, dropping the list on the table and walking off.

This might have been the tenth encounter of this sort that you'd had with him today and knowing he was still going to be around until late at night, this was not encouraging in any way. Perhaps backing out and staying at home was a better option.

But having Wonhee as a sister meant she had to force you to come along, especially since you were the one to invite her technically. After you had went back home, washed up and changed, you were walking to the club with your arms linked. Jeongin was the one to change the destination, arguing that it would be more fun than a regular restaurant with alcohol on the side.

"So how many are we going to be exactly?" Wonhee questioned you as you were getting closer to your destination.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you counted in your mind. "Let's see... Well, Bin and Minho obviously so them plus us is four. Jeongin, that makes us five. Chan and his staff, so that's now eight... And with Hyunjin and Felix, that makes us ten," you smiled.

Your sister, however, looked at you doubtfully. "Chan's staff... Does it mean..?"

You chuckled. "Yes, Seungmin will be there."

She stopped on her tracks right away. "You didn't think of telling me that?"

"When I said everyone would be there, I thought it obviously implied Seungmin."

"Y/N, I can't meet him like this!" she shouted while looking down at her outfit.

"You look fine," you rolled your eyes.

Forcefully, you dragged her all the way to the club as she babbled about how ugly she looked — though she was very much adequately dressed for the occasion. As you walked in, it didn't take long for you to spot the tall Hyunjin who was chatting with the one you dreaded to see once again. Chan had, for once, decided to let go of his usual dark attires and wore a tight white shirt with oversized pants. His hair was slicked back and he adorned his ears with silver jewellery. You couldn't deny he looked fine as hell, especially with the lighting that emphasized the veins on his arms. The way he was leaning on the table and taking a few sips of his drink was insanely attractive.

"You're staring," Wonhee commented and you glared at her.

"I spotted Hyunjin, that's all."

She definitely did not believe you and was about to make another remark until her eyes fell upon Seungmin. Instantly, she froze on the spot with a gulp.

"Who's staring now?" you laughed and it was her turn to glare.

"And the Ko sisters have arrived!" Jeongin exclaimed as he came to join you along with Minho, engulfing you two into his embrace. "I managed to reserve a table for everyone."

He led you to where you had previously stared at and didn't let you say a thing before sitting you down next to Chan. You were about to get up and yell at your friend but a hand grabbed your wrist to pull you back down. Again, you were seated and Chan's grasp moved from your wrist to your shoulder.

"What-"

He put a finger on your mouth, shushing you. "There are people around, we're a couple right now."

As you scanned the club, you saw how some people had stopped to greet Hyunjin and Jeongin while others took pictures. Right, you were surrounded with well-known models. You hesitantly snuggled into his embrace before he placed a small peck on the top of your head. It took everything in you to not puke right there and then.

"Get a room," Felix joked as he sat on your other side. "Since when do you kiss her?"

Chan sighed. "It wasn't a kiss. Don't you have more important things to do instead of judging me?"

"I do, you're right. So? Who's paying tonight? I need to get myself something to drink."

Seungmin joined in and took his credit card out. "I don't mind paying this time."

This caused Wonhee's eyes to glow and she rushed to the man. "Seungminnie, could I get something too?"

"Of course," he said with a smirk.

You noticed Minho — who had watched the interaction with much displeasure — rolling his eyes with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his newly bought cocktail. Poor guy.

"Could you please order my drink as well, Felix?" you asked the man as he snatched Seungmin's card out of his hand.

"Yeah, what do you want?"

To this, Chan's eyes darkened at his friend. Before you could give your answer, he spoke for you. "I'll pay for her drink, you may go."

Felix gulped, getting slightly scared of his friend, but nodded before walking to the bar. You scoffed at your fake-lover and removed his arm that laid on your shoulder.

"You really are a pain in the ass," you grunted.

"I should be the one paying for you, don't you think?"

"I can pay for myself."

He scoffed. "You say that now but asked for Felix to get you something with Seungmin's card. You had no issue with that."

"It's Seungmin, not you."

With that, you stood up and headed towards where Minho was as he was the furthest away from the man you despised so much. As he saw you approaching with fuming ears, his eyes widened.

"Woah, don't be mad at me, I did nothing," he hurried to say with his hands up.

"Where's Changbin?"

"No idea, he disappeared when we arrived."

You groaned out of frustration. "Great, it's always when I need him that he disappears."

Minho faked being hurt. "Am I not a good enough? You really prefer Changbin over me?" he cried.

You deadpanned at him. "Shut up, I'm pissed and he's the only one who can calm down. Besides, you're pissed as well, you wouldn't be much help."

"I'm not pissed," he muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, right. Don't tell me seeing my sister all over Seungmin doesn't fill you with anger."

That shut him up real quick and he pouted while sipping on his alcohol. From afar, the two of you looked miserable. You watched people on the dancefloor with a bored stare. It took only a few minutes for Chan to find you again and you couldn’t help but groan again.

“I’m going to find Changbin.”

Minho nodded at your statement as to say “good luck” and you took off. It was hard to walk through the sweaty crowd but, eventually found your best friend discussing with a woman who had definitely drank more than she could handle. He was quick to meet eyes with you and abandon the lady upon seeing how displeased you looked.

“What did I miss?” he asked while you stole his beer, drinking it in one go. “Woah, take it easy!”

“I won’t when this bastard is up in my ass.”

He sighed. “You can’t be saying this here.”

“Why? Because we are in public? Weren’t you the first one to disagree with this?”

“I was but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about how a small thing can ruin you again.”

You scoffed. “I’m only speaking the truth. Now, where can I get a shot?”

Changbin didn’t want to comply to your demands as he knew you would get yourself so drunk to the point you wouldn’t be able to stand. At the same time, you were so stubborn that it was impossible to get in your way sometimes. Felling guilty already, he brought you to the nearest bar and ordered four shots for the two of you. You chugged them not even a second after getting a hold of them. Wincing at the strong liquor, you still ordered one more, and one more after.

“How many has she had?” Jeongin asked in a concerned voice, watching you dance clumsily with Changbin.

“Who?” Chan said as he hadn’t really been observing what was going on.

“Your girlfriend,” Wonhee laughed as she pulled her phone out to capture the moment in a video. “Oh, she’s so going to hate me for this.”

Chan’s head shot up from his nearly empty glass to try and find you. When he did, his eyes widened at the sight. With your rosy cheeks, you were smiling admirably to your best friend who was trying his best to keep you up on your feet. He was glad you were not alone but the way you were holding to one another didn’t look as if you were only friends. It bothered him. Only because of your arrangement, of course. Before he was thinking, his body got up from his seat and he walked towards you. Without saying a thing, he separated you from Changbin and took over with holding you. You were probably too drunk to even process the change of dance partner, but Changbin only removed himself silently. He wouldn’t bother with protesting anyway; Chan’s eyes were enough to make him want to pee himself right there and then.

“How many did you drink?” he said into your ear, and you shivered.

“I don’t know.”

“I think you had too much.”

You pouted at him. “It’s your fault.”

“Mine? You were the one storming off.”

“Because you were annoying,” you cried, which made him sigh.

He dragged you all the way back to the table where the others were drinking reasonably. He sat you next to your sister, but she wasn’t much of a help. If anything, she was only laughing at your physical state and taking pictures. Sighing again, he took it upon himself to get you water to sober up. You already seemed to be a little better.

“They’re selling cakes with sparklers if it’s your birthday!” Felix said enthusiastically while pointing at the corner of the club. “We should get some.”

At this, you pushed the glass of water away from you and clapped. “Oh, for sure!”

Chan mentally cursed at himself before glaring at Felix. “Do you really want to fake a birthday only to get some cheap sparklers?”

You slapped his chest and his eyes widened from the contact. “They’re pretty.”

“So am I and you have me for free.”

Felix and Seungmin held back a laugh while you simply shrugged. “I’m getting some whether you like it or not.”

Before he could stop you, you were off with Felix, Seungmin and Wonhee to get sparklers. Who the fuck were selling these things in a club anyway? It was bound to be a disaster. He wondered if he should at least follow to keep an eye on you but the decision was quickly made when he saw you stumble on your feet, almost falling.

You felt a pair of arms holding you and you frowned. "Why do you have to act like I can't do things on my own?" you whined.

"Y/N, you almost fell face first."

Grumbling disapprovals, you still grabbed onto him for safety until you were at the cake counter. Felix was the one to discuss with the girl in charge of the cakes and they argued a bit as she noticed it was none of you's birthday. As they keot on bickering, Chan rolled his eyes as he knew he had to step in.

"Excuse me?" he cleared his throat grabbing the woman's attention.

The moment she saw he had just spoken, her posture straightened. "Mr. Bang," she almost whispered. "What an honour to have you here!"

"I understand my friends do not fit into your criterias for the cakes but I swear they only really want to play with the sparklers."

"I'm sorry, sir, but sparklers in a club-"

"I'll take them outside for when we lit them up, I promise."

By magic, this did the trick and the woman gave you about thirty of them. Seungmin went to get the others and you all went outside to lit them up. You, Felix and Jeongin were the most excited about them while Chan and Changbin were the most worried. Nonetheless, you took Minho's lighter from him as soon as he took it out of his pocket and hurried yourself to lit your sparklers up.

You admired them for what seemed to be an eternity until you ran out of them. Hyunjin declared this was enough for the night as he still had work to do the following day. The rest ended up agreeing and you all walked home.

"I'll take her," Chan said to Changbin who was not willing to let you go.

"I'm the assigned person to take her home."

"It'll be weird if a man other than her lover does it."

Changbin, for once, didn't budge. "Listen, Bang. I get you two have this thing for publicity but she is in a vulnerable state right now. While I do get your point, you're not the one who has known her for eight years and been there when she needed someone the most. Don't think because you are supposedly her boyfriend that you get to take this from us."

And he left with you.

This might have come from a deeper place than simply getting you home but Changbin had had enough. He couldn't risk you getting hurt by this man. Especially not when he had noticed how you were warming up to him.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

“I think I’m ready to try for another kid now” jack pls

Warning: suggestive

You're already in bed, your back against the headboard as you watch Jack go through his nighttime routine. You nervously pick at your fingernails as Jack tells you about his day, but you're barely listening to a word he's saying. You don't know why you're nervous, you can tell your husband anything without fear of judgement, but there's no getting rid of the stomach ache you have tonight.

You catch the tail end of his sentence as you come back to reality. "-and she tried to get us to leave this week, but I told her we were planning to celebrate Brooklyn's birthday on Saturday." Jack pulls his toothbrush out of his mouth when he realizes you have zoned out.

"Everything okay?", he asks with a mouthful of toothpaste and you give him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." Its enough to get him off of your back.

"I was thinking we could do dinner at B's favorite restaurant and take the girls to the movies? Rent out the theatre like we did last time for her friends?" You're quiet again, and Jack notices immediately, stepping away from the vanity to look at you. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, theatre, dinner, sounds good." Jack's brow furrows, but he lets it go. Maybe you're just tired, he thinks to himself.

"What movie do you think we should see?" He calls out, his voice echoing against the marble.

"I think I'm ready to try for another kid now." You blurt out, biting at your bottom lip to stop any other outbursts. You hold your breath to no response from Jack.

"I don't think I've heard of that one", he chuckles, messing with his curls in the mirror, applying some of your leave in conditioner he'd been stealing for a while.

You know its going to take a second for it to click, and you get your confirmation when you hear the clatter of the bottle in the sink. You quickly get out of bed in case the glass broke, pushing Jack out of the way. He stands there dumbfounded for a second, unable to move.

"What did you say?", he finally croaks out, choking on his own words.

"Forget it. It was silly. Forget I said anything." You dump the pieces of the glass in the trash before exiting the bathroom, Jack on your heels. "Hey, you don't get to do that. You want to have another baby? Since when?"

You let out a sigh as you climb back into bed, settling on your haunches. "I don't know. I've just been thinking about it lately."

"I thought you were good with two. After everything that happened, i completely understand." You had two very difficult pregnancies and deliveries with Brooklyn and Aaliyah, and you swore up and down you were done after two kids. Jack was fine with that, only growing up with a younger brother.

"I know, but now that time has passed, I really miss having a baby around the house. The cute baby clothes and all of the firsts, the first time they say Dada, their first steps. Don't you?"

Jack sits down next to you, an uneasy look on his face. "Are you sure?" The only thing he's worried about is your safety, and seeing all of the turmoil you had to go through with your other pregnancies, he's not sure he can do it again.

"Yes, I'd go through it all again 100 more times if it meant we get to bring home a healthy baby again." You cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

"Okay." Jack stands up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "What are you doing?", you chuckle as Jack jumps onto the bed, his body weight falling on you as he tries to kiss you. "I know its been a minute, babe, but I only know one way to get you pregnant." He starts to shuffle his boxer shorts past his hips, but you stop him, grabbing both of his hands in yours.

"As much as I love your eagerness", Jack blushes, burying his face in your stomach, "I don't mean right now. We have plenty of time. "

He lets out a groan before pressing a kiss above your belly button and sitting up. "Fine."

He gives you a sly look before jumping back on you again, laying a soft kiss on your lips, your faces only inches apart. His hands roam your body, grazing against your most sensitive spots.

"Jack, I thought we agreed to take it slow." You can barely speak, letting out a sharp breath as he sucks on your earlobe, his hands pulling at your pajama shorts.

"I agreed to not get you pregnant tonight. You didn't say anything about practicing."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic

[bluginkgo]

Another Nuzi rant. Don't mind me

Spoilers, duh

Since I've already done a quick character study/nuzi rant from N's side. Here's one from Uzi's side!

This is probably gonna be just me repeating things people have already said... again. But I love Uzi. (Just like every other character in Murder Drones, honestly.) But Liam did a wonderful job of making an angsty, emo girl, borderline maniac that we know as Uzi. Her character, to me at least, never became the annoying overdramatized and overused stereotype that follows her style. She has real reasons for being the way she is.

A loner, whose dad loves nothing but doors. School is not different, as her classmates pretty much forget about her existence on a day to day basis. No one to talk to, no one to connect with, gives her the angsty side that I absolutely adore. Because underneath all of that toughness is just a lonely little drone who was left by herself since early age. But guess who comes in and busts down those walls (literally and figuratively)?

Our good boi N! Despite their rough start, N never really gave Uzi a reason not to trust him. Their chance encounter, and a broken sensor, allowed them to have the talk that might have never happened. Their beginning might have been a lucky accident, but for the rest of the season, we can see how both sides had to work to make well... Nuzi work!

For Uzi, asking for help is like asking for a death sentence probably. After being on her own for so long, she doesn't expect anyone to help. With that information in mind, the first time she let's that wall crumble was episode 2, Heartbeat.

"Uzi, shoot! Or give it to me!"

Granted, we all know that was not our N. But in that moment, when Uzi was in an enough distressed state, she sought help in N. We all know how that ended, though. Absolute Solver took advantage of that and almost killed her, before N once again sweeped in to save her. The one and only notorious Nuzi misunderstanding was, for better or for worse, cleared up pretty quickly. Seeing as glitchproduction only has so much money at their disposal, they can't really drag this ordeal out. Personally, I'm glad that it didn't. The long drama that is just a misunderstanding after misunderstanding gets quite tedious to follow.

So, moving forward in The Promening, Uzi once again seeks out N when she's in distress. When she sees and hears about what Doll and Lizzy were gonna do, she books it to the only person she knows can help her.

N! Now don't get me wrong. Uzi, by herself is plenty strong. She's shown off her fighting and capabilities, and would have probably been able to take V on. She's taken J down before, aaaand Uzi does technically also take V down in Cabin Fever. But she still went out of her way to go find N. So they could work together and get this mess sorted out.

And then there's this. God I love Cabin Fever, and surprisingly no, not for the Falling.... for you? scene. No, I loved the entire Uzi going on murder spree because she can! The music was such a banger too. But back to Uzi. She recognizes V and briefly snaps back to her usual self. Curious isn't it? N and Uzi both tried reaching out to V, but because V is so untrusting (and we all understand why from ep 5, Home). Here Uzi tried to ask V for help... in form of N.

I find it interesting how ever since Uzi met N and V, she's been getting better at asking for help. Sure, V shot her down because, once again, V was scared. Uzi was turning into the monster that only Cyn has been capable of creating. This soon leads to N yeeting Uzi into the f*cking stratosphere and the two have a chat.

I love how the animators included Uzi hiding behind her bat wings.

Her metaphorical walls were back up. And guess who broke them yet again.

The bestest boi N! And ever since this moment, N and Uzi are way more open.

Episode 5 was taking place in N's memories. But episode 6 is where their trust and care shines. Yeah, sure, there was the hand holding. And it was a big moment! But I enjoyed the little things more. Uzi checking in on N, nodding at his little comments and jokes.

Summary: I love Nuzi. Send help they're on my mind 24/7.

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[joenotexotic99]

Hey can I request band of brothers characters x reader first time headcanons ? Also by the way I love your work.

A/n: sorry I dropped off the face of the planet for a minute. I was in a bit of a slump. Enjoy! [Lmk if you want a pt 2]

-This is a work of fiction based on the actors portrayal of these men. Every ounce of respect to the real soldiers-

Warnings: contains NSFW themes, plain filthy smut, language, minor dni.

Masterlist

Dick winters

-he's the type of man to not want to hook up or have any short term commitments. So sleeping with you would probably be when the two of you have are already been well into dating. He cares so much about you. That loving matter probably carries on into the bedroom. Will always make sure you feel comfortable and is Def big of consent. Later down the road he might get a little more adventurous but for the first time he wanted it special. Gently taking off your close. Lots of kisses. So much passion. His hands would roam your body. He might even light a few candles. Like I said he's definitely on the vanilla side. At least in the beginning of you two's sex life so it most likely would be missionary. But nevertheless he for sure rocked your world. King of aftercare.

"You look so pretty naked for me you know that"

Lewis nixon

- he has just as much respect for you as winters but is more on the spontaneous side, as well as that sleeping with you is what started your relationship. The sexual tension between you two has been going on for months until he invited you to his house for a drink and a movie. One drink in and you both got flirty and your confidence skyrocketed. One thing led to another and he had you slammed into his bedroom door in just your panties. He kisses up and down your neck before laying you down on the bed. Would be such a tease omfg. Kissing up and down your legs never going where you wanted. Making you say exactly how you want him. Forsure wants to see you ride him. Making sure your boobs get plenty of attention as well.

"Use your words baby, tell me what you want"

"Fuck nixon I want you to eat me out"

George luz

-so playful but so sweet at the same time. Cares so much about you but is so fucking horny for you at the same time. It happens after a few dates. He is super nervous but after a glass of wine from dinner and a whole lot of pinning you finally see the sexual side of him. Once you are through the door of his house his mouth is on yours and your back hits the door as you wrap your legs around his waist. I wholeheartedly believe that this man's fingering game is on top. He can make you come in less than five minutes with his fingers alone. He is big on moaning during sex. He is a vocal man. You definitely know that he's feeling good by how much he's praising you. Can see him liking when you pull his hair. Enjoys being more dominant however if you take the lead he is for sure a very happy man. Watching you ride his dick does things to him he can't explain. It's a long night of moaning, laughing and SEVERAL orgasms.

"God dammit luz I'm gonna come"

"Fuck you feel so good around me you know that"

Joseph Liebgott

-hes a big fuckin tease when you sleep together. Leaving hickies up and down your body. You would ache for him to fuck you long before he's done exploring your body. His hands roaming you as he eats you out. Would LOVE cowgirl. We all know he's a boob man. As you ride him he would pay so much attention to your boobs before making his way to your mouth he would take your face between your hands and kiss you. He brings his hands down to your waist to halt your movements before he starts slamming into you. Talks so much dirty talk and praises into your ear as he fucks you. Seeing you come would send him over the edge. Afterwards he would be so caring during after care. However when you are in the shower cleaning yourself he would not hesitate to hop in with you for round number two.

"Your body's so perfect for me, just me"

"Just you joe, just you"

Carwood lipton

- so caring the whole time omg. Like winters it happens when your relationship is already established. He would make sure you are well and comfortable the whole time. Tells you to tell him if anything hurts. Just wants you to feel good. Will probably come in his pants from eating you out, he adores you so much. When it comes to it he's so nervous he's going to hurt you but you reassure him that he's not. Will fuck you with so much passion. He makes it his mission to know every square inch of your body by the time the night ends. And he definitely does. He loves watching you tilt your head back and arch your back while you scream his name. He makes sure that you finish several times wanting you to have as much as much pleasure as possible before he even considers himself. After words he would make sure that you are ok and that he never made you uncomfortable at any point.

"Am I ok? Car I just had the best sex of my life. I am more than ok"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers smut #band of brothers x reader #richard winters #lewis nixon #george luz #Joseph liebgott #carwood lipton

[thetriumphantpanda]

HAS ANYONE SENT THIS ONE YET I'M SORRY IF THEY HAVE BUT - “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don’t get to have you, but i do.” wiiiiiiith Frankie please ily

HANNAH YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 🫠 you agree the first to request and I am happy to deliver but GOD ALMIGHTY IS IT HOT IN MY ROOM OR WHAT?! I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. I hope you like this 🫶🏼

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count | 1K (THESE WERE MEANT TO BE QUICK AND EASY DRABBLES WTF)

Warnings | Soft!Frankie (He needs his own warning), loss of virginity, unprotected PiV sex (Seriously, don't do this kids) and just general fluff.

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 You can feel the nerves coursing through your bloodstream as Frankie stands at the edge of the bed and takes his shirt off. You’re trying to catch your breath, and failing miserably, after he’d teased two orgasms from you with his mouth within half an hour. He’d kissed all the way up your naked body, soft and wet open-mouthed kisses until he was pressing his lips to yours and you were tasting yourself on his tongue. All of this was new and whilst you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, you couldn’t settle in yourself that there was still plenty of time for it to all go wrong. 

Frankie had never been planned like this. He’d been your friend, first and foremost, but somewhere along the line things had changed. He’d flirted back with you; he’d started buying you drinks and making excuses to see you on your own without the rest of the guys around. Then, a week ago, he’d kissed you. You’d pulled away almost immediately and for a second, he thought that was it, rejection and the end of your friendship, until you took his hands in yours and told him the real reason. You were scared because no-one had kissed you before. Scared because that meant no-one had touched you either. Scared because surely that made you weird, right? 

Frankie had softened immediately, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug before placing a kiss to the crown of your head. He promised to not pressure you, promised to let you do this on your terms, when you were ready. He wanted so badly to make you feel good, to show you how much you meant to him, but only when you were ready. 

“Are you sure, hermosa?” He whispers to you now as he crawls up your body, just as naked as you are, “You sure you want me?” 

You cradle his face in the palm of your hands and bring his lips to yours in a kiss as your hips widen to accommodate his frame between your legs, “Yes Frankie,” You whisper, almost as quietly as he did, “Please make me feel good again.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his fingers through the seam of your pussy, gathering the slick that he’s drawn from your already onto his fingers before he’s using his fist to spread it over himself, he wants to make this as easy as he can for you. You hold your breath as the tip of his cock nudges your entrance and he’s looking straight through your eyes and into your soul. 

“Relax baby,” He breathes into your ear, “Just breathe for me and it’ll be okay.” 

You let out a deep sigh and watch his face as he slides himself in. He’s got one hand gripping the curve of your waist where it meets your hip whilst he’s leaning on his other hand which is placed next to your head. It’s uncomfortable, but you curse all the romance books you’d read in your life up until now for saying it would hurt, because despite Frankie’s size, there’s nothing painful about this. 

His thrusts are slow and he’s searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When you throw your head back and moans your name, he knows you’re okay, he knows he’s giving you everything you wanted, and he’s spurred on to move faster, just enough that whenever he pushes his cock back into your deliciously tight heat he’s pulling a moan from you, or your fingernails are digging into the skin of his shoulders, and then eventually you’re moving your hips to meet him. God, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. 

He leans down and presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth because he doesn’t want to drown out the sounds he’s pulling from you, “Are you okay baby?” He asks, “Is it okay?” 

Your hands are back on his face again and you manage to breath out, “Ohmygod, yes Frankie, it’s so fucking good,” Your turn your head to his and kiss him, “Is it okay for you?” You ask. 

He thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever heard. He’s the first man you’ve ever had sex with, and you’re worried about him enjoying himself? God, where did he find you? 

“I love it baby,” He growls into your ear as his hand moves between you, rubbing at your clit, he’s sure he can get you to come again, “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you,” He can tell from the frequency of your moans and the clench of your pussy around him that his fingers are so close to bringing you over the edge again, “They don’t get to have you, but I do.”

All of a sudden, you’re arching up into him, his name is shouted from your lips and your pussy is fluttering so hard around his cock that he has to still himself in you whilst he works you through your third orgasm. 

“Good girl,” He moans into your ear as he starts to move again, “Such a pretty girl when you come for me like that.” 

He could say anything at this point, and it wouldn’t matter because all you can focus on is how it feels like he’s set you alight. There’s pleasure in every inch of your body, your skin is hot, you’re overwhelmed but it just feels so good. It’s takes very few movements for Frankie to bring himself to his own orgasm inside of you. His hips still and you can feel him filling you up. He’d asked if you wanted him to buy condoms before he came over that night, all you had to say was that there was no need, praising the lord for your birth control pill. 

He collapses on the bed next to you, dragging you into his arms as tears prick at your eyes. You bury your head in his chest and try and hide the soft sobs, but he’s always been a clever man. 

“Are you crying?” He’s moving your chin with his hands to look at him, “Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head, “I’m just happy Frankie, you were perfection.”

He’s wrapping you up in his arms again then, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, whilst his hands are rubbing soft patterns on your skin, “Sleep hermosa,” He whispers, “Sleep, and then I’ll show you what else you’ve been missing.” 

#panda 500 #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales fic #Frankie Morales fan fic #Frankie Morales fan fiction #Pedro pascal #triple frontier #Frankie Morales smut #frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x female reader #Frankie Morales x f!reader #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales

[ilovefanficbooks]

I'm In Love With This Girl (Eli Hale x reader)

Paring: Eli Hale and Reader

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Kissing, swearing

Summary : Eli talks to Derek about Y/N he likes and Derek tells him about Paige and gave him some advice, later Eli kisses Y/N telling her how he feels

Eli Pov

Another game at larcross and I have gotten hurt once again. But this time it was different. I did not expect to see Y/N there watching the game. She would always be in the library reading books or studying. But it seems she call me of guard.

Dad just helped me in the locker room after I told him I could hop, as I sat down he gave me the look.

"Eli what's wrong?" Dad asked I guess he knows when he's son is down.

"Nothing big Dad" I told him as he sat down next to me. I can't stop thinking about her. Her smile, her hair, her pretty face that makes me give her a cheeky grin.

"Eli your my son, I know when something is bothering you talk to me" Dad said as I look down and bite my lip, deciding I need some advice and who wouldn't it be who has dated girls before.

"Dad, there is something " I said while my Dad look at me.

"Yeah" Dad said wanting me to continue.

"It's this girl" I said after saying that I hear my Dad chuckle lightly.

"She's in my class and she is so smart, and pretty, she reads all the time and I just got distracted by her. She makes me get this weird feeling in my chest when I see her" I explained to my Dad while he nodded to me.

"Eli I know that feeling. I had the same feeling when I was your age" Dad said. I look at him as he look at me.

"You did?" I asked while Dad nodded.

"Yeap. Her name was Paige. She loved music and she the most beautiful person I met. When I met her she told me to quiet it down with the basket ball and when she walked away I followed her into the class room, she said she will tell me her name if I play one instrument once I did she told me her name but she already knew my name. I feel hard for her but I knew she feel first for me" Dad explain as I was speechless what Dad told me about her.

"What happened to her?" I asked curiosity while Dad gave me a small sad smile.

"She died in my arms" Dad said as my mouth open up to say something but nothing came out.

"Eli if this girl makes you crazy tell her how you feel and if she doesn't feel the same there is plenty more girls. I know that as there was another girl and another one" Dad said as I chuckle.

"Thanks Dad and I think I'm in love with this girl" I said as Dad pack my back.

"Then go and get her" Dad said giving me a smile.

That is exactly what I'm going to do. Tell Y/N how I feel.

Y/N Pov

I was in the library studying for the next exam coming up soon. It was not many people in here but mostly people came in here to make out. I was nearly done when the library don't open and I see the famous Eli Hake walk in.

I rolled my eyes as I see him. Yes he is cute and all but it seems sometimes he won't leave you alone.

I stand up and start to walk to the shelf at the same time Eli start to walk up to me.

"Hey Y/N" Eli said as I don't make eye contact with him.

"Hi" I said quickly while he lean on the book shelf.

"Y/N can we talk?" Eli asked with a sigh as I look at him.

"Sure, do you want to talk about how to stop stalking someone ?" I asked with a smile on my face while Eli frown he's eyebrows.

"What? No Y/N-" Eli said but I then cut in.

"What do you want Eli?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Look I know I've been annoying shit too you and won't leave you alone but there is something you need to know " Eli said as I chuckle lightly. Like always he has something to say to me.

"I'm listening but it's like you have something to say to me every day" I said sarcastically.

"Y/N" Rli breathe out.

"I'm in love with you" Eli said while my eyes wide but I felt like I was hearing things.

"I have been so distracted lately that you are all that comes to mind. You so smart, kind and loving that you drive me crazy. I just could kiss you right now with no care in the world " Eli said. I wet my lips after he said that. Eli look away from me while I step forward and put my hand on he's cheek making him look at me.

"Kiss me then" I said to him while he's eyes grew wider.

"What?" He asked me as I look at him then he's lips then back into he's green eyes.

"Kiss me then" I whispered against he's lips. Soon I felt both hands on my cheek and feeling a pair of Eli soft lips on me. I can't believe it !

I'm kissing Eli Hale! The boy I have been in love with but had shown no affection to it.

Once we pulled away we both look at each other while I smiled at the young boy.

"I thought you would not like me back" Eli said confuse.

"How can I not like you " I said putting my hands on he's cheek.

"So you like me?" Eli asked me.

"No" I said with a smile.

"I love you Eli Hale" I said then kiss Eli again as we stayed there kissing against the bookshelf not caring in the world.

Now I finally get the boy I have been in love with and I'm not letting him go from me.

#Eli hale x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #eli hale #derek hale #Eli Hale and Derek Hale #werewolf #Eli hale x y/n #Y/n #Teen wolf Y/n

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (December 3-9, 2023)

I made a frame from this shot Wikizilla's Image of the Week. No regrets. Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, I love ya. When I was a teenager, explicit queerness was anathema to most big-name franchises. Those dominoes have been slowly falling, often in lower-profile tie-ins first, and to me this is a huge one: 69 years without a queer live-action Godzilla character are over. And Cate's the main protagonist of the show! I'm not under the delusion that media representation will cure all society's ills, but it sure doesn't hurt. Now, the non-Tumblr parts of the fandom are being completely normal about this, right? Right? Whatever, that's why you'll never get rid of me here. Cate had a couple more sweet moments with May in this episode, and Mariko Tamaki wrote episode 7, so don't expect her to stop kissing girls. Hopefully she's learned a valuable lesson about cheating though.

"The Way Out" is also another gift to those of us who have always wanted to see more of the ramifications of a world where Godzilla exists, from underground towns for the super-rich to ruined cities where federal troops shoot looters and harass people experiencing homelessness. And the show continues to find ways to use kaiju to talk about COVID, from Cate and Kentaro's exchange about San Francisco truthers ("It's easier than waking up every day and thinking, at any moment, the same could happen to you") to the blink-of-an-eye speed at which the threat went from on the news to her front door in the flashbacks.

As I foretold, we got a Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire trailer, an amusing contrast to the weighty Toho flick and Apple show already fore of mind. It's Adam Wingard unbound, that's for sure. The human cast seems pared back, a longstanding Monsterverse problem, and the kaiju fights were far and away the best part of Godzilla vs. Kong, so hopefully this approach will play to his strengths. But that movie also had excellent VFX, and some of the shots in here are rough. There's time to fix them, at least... which probably can't be said of Godzilla's design. I like that he's pink (did some Warner Bros. executive take the wrong message away from Barbie?) and sporting a thagomizer on his tail, but his proportions are uncanny. And I see Kong found the Infinity Gauntlet; good for him.

I am, of course, not done talking about Godzilla Minus One. It added over 200 screens and made $8.3 million in its second weekend in the U.S., a minuscule drop considering that its $11.4 million opening "weekend" spanned five days. Almost a third of all tickets sold this weekend were for Godzilla or Hayao Miyazaki's The Boy and the Heron, remarkable in a market so allergic to foreign imports. That brings its total to $25.3 million (more by the time you read this). With an avalanche of Christmas blockbusters on the way, its grip on premium-format screens is about to slip. Still, I see it hanging around theaters for a while. I have never seen the fandom so united in praise for a film before, and it's making plenty of new fans.

Some of those fans are in high places. Variety leaked that it's on the 20-film shortlist for Best Visual Effects at the Oscars (to be narrowed to five nominees), something I, again, never expected to read about a Toho Godzilla film. Alas, it's locked out of this year's Best International Film category due to the quirky nomination period.

Much has been made of how great the film looks on a $15 million budget. I have two caveats, one in each direction. No one is quite sure where the $15 million figure came from; Yamazaki said at a recent con appearance that he only wished he had that much to play with. (He has yet to divulge the actual budget, just that it was above ¥1 billion.) Now, unions in the Japanese film industry are much weaker than in Hollywood, so a given production budget goes a lot further in Japan. All the same, I doubt that alone explains Minus One looking better than most superhero movies made for twenty times the cost. I'll offer a couple more reasons: Yamazaki has extensive visual effects experience (he's been the VFX supervisor of all but one of the live-action films he's directed), and the film's big effects scenes aren't as busy or lengthy as many of the Hollywood counterparts. I don't know if Disney will ask Yamazaki to direct the next Star Wars movie (that would require there to be a next Star Wars movie), but the studios here should be taking notes.

the sphinx, a blog with a ton of American Godzilla rarities to share, has outdone itself—behold a continuity and dialogue script for the U.S. version of King Kong vs. Godzilla! Included in the download is a detailed comparison with the film. No huge differences, apart from the script giving the secretary added to the U.S. version a name, but a fascinating piece of history all the same.

The Minus One incarnation of Godzilla (MaiGoji?) has joined Godzilla Battle Line, accompanied by [SPOILER]. To be honest, my enthusiasm for this game has been flagging, and I'm not caught up on the strategies developing around these two, so I'll just refer you to Sir Melee's channel as usual. This Godzilla's also doing a collaboration with the Japanese mobile game Fleet of Blue Flame.

Tiffany Grant, Asuka's original voice actress, will narrate the audiobooks for the Neon Genesis Evangelion: ANIMA light novels which explore an Instrumentality-free path for the show. Seven Seas Entertainment published them in English from 2019 to 2021, which, to be honest, was also news to me.

This one's for my fellow library workers: the obscenely popular Who HQ nonfiction series for children is publishing a book about Godzilla next June. I don't know if this will have quite the same impact on today's young Godzilla fans as the Ian Thorne tome had on Gen Xers and Millennials, what with the Internet and all, but it's certain to be more factual. Expect illustrations instead of licensed photos, and not just because of Toho.

I can finally talk more about the Godzilla x Kong: Titan Chasers mobile game without fearing a DMCA. Not that there's much to talk about; it's freemium through and through and I'm not sure I know a single person who's excited for it. Interesting to see some critters from the comics break into another medium, at least. Here's the trailer.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla minus one #monarch legacy of monsters #godzilla x kong the new empire #kaiju #godzilla

[differenteagletragedy]

With the idea about the MC (Baxter route) with bad parents, got a lot of feels imagining a scenario where maybe Baxter had no idea that they do. Maybe like him, MC is very cheery and just doesn't show when something is wrong because they want everyone else to not worry and have a good time.

He learns about it the day that he cuts contact with MC. It could even be that MC's parents were actually pleasantly surprised that MC got a "rich" boyfriend (not why MC dated him of course) and then things went south when they learned about the breakup.

Baxter hears/learns about it before he leaves and (definitely very impulsively) decides to just take MC with him, because he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt of leaving them with those kinds of parents. MC're 18 (legally an adult) so it can't be considered a kidnapping and MC goes willingly anyway ofc.

He also has zero plan for once but won't regret it.

Aww, thank you for this one! I want to bundle up MC with Bad Parents and love them forever <3

Baxter was usually always so careful, meticulously planning every move for the best possible outcome. He knew his own limits, he knew what he liked and what he didn't, and things may not have always worked out as well as he hoped, but he did always have a plan.

Except for this time.

He sat in his cushy first class seat on the plane back to Virginia, legs primly crossed and hands placed delicately in his lap, and looked over at you, curled up in the seat next to him, fast asleep.

Yes, this time things had veered wildly off track.

It all had happened very, very fast. He'd said his goodbyes, dropped the news that he wouldn't be keeping in touch at all once he left, and he'd had to maintain a cool disposition while you cried. He closed the door on you, literally and figuratively -- he remembered sinking to the floor once he'd gotten inside, but he didn't recall how long he'd stayed there.

While Baxter was sitting in the dark of his empty condo, feeling sorry for himself and trying desperately to make himself believe that he'd done the right thing, he heard the yelling begin. He couldn't make out everything, but he heard your name several times, and he could tell the noise was coming from your home.

Even though he didn't catch every word, he certainly caught the tone, and the familiarity sent him reeling. He'd been screamed at like this before by his own parents. The racket across the street brought back some of his worst memories, and it also made the guilt that was already simmering inside him rise to a boil.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he'd pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the app for the airline he used. As the screams from your home brought up a visceral feeling of dread, he quickly hit a series of buttons, and soon he'd been able to purchase a second ticket for his flight. His fingers hesitated for a moment then, but then he heard your name cried out so much more brutally than he knew you'd ever deserved, and that spurred him on to take the last step.

"I'm leaving in three hours," he typed out in a text message. "I have an extra ticket if you would like to join me."

It didn't make sense -- even with as rashly as he'd acted, he knew that much. How would it look, for him to have been so detached at what he'd thought had been your final goodbye only for him to turn around so soon after and invite you to fly across the country with him? If you accepted, what would happen once you landed? If, as he assumed was much more likely, you refused, then he knew he'd tainted your memories of the summer even more than he already had, which didn't sit well with him either.

Before he could get too lost in thought, his phone vibrated in his hand. He looked down, and saw that you'd responded.

"Ok," you'd written.

He had his answer.

It had been a very eventful night, and Baxter was sure that he'd spend plenty of time thinking about it all in the days to come, but for now he was pulled out of his thoughts by a warm hand grasping onto his.

He looked over, and you were awake, a small smile on your face just for him.

With that, no matter what else happened, he knew he'd made the right decision.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #olba #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖(𝒓 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚)

Park Seonghwa X amab!gn!reader

Summary: With your boyfriend away on tour, you started missing him in more ways than one. Maybe a phone call is all you need to fix it.

WC: 2.4k

CW: Smut, fluff, some angst at the end

Smut Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk (SO much), mutual masturbation, handjob, toys, slight dacryphilia (?)

Your dear, loving boyfriend had embarked on another tour. Another many months of traveling, performing, all without you by his side. 

It had hardly been a month and you were already tired of it. 

You thought you'd get used to it, seeing how he was gone a lot when he wasn't on tour, but this was different. He was constantly in a different place, and more often than not, he was still busy when he wasn't performing. So even if you wanted to chase him down somehow, it would be incredibly difficult. And expensive. 

So you were left alone, in your apartment, without your boyfriend. 

It especially became problematic when you'd be laying in watching his performances. You went down a rabbit hole, finding the many gifs and clips, watching your talented, hot ass boyfriend grind and thrust his hips and wish he'd do it on you. 

It didn't even take long before you were rubbing the blanket against your growing hard on. 

The few times you'd tried to get yourself off with Seonghwa since he'd left hadn't been fun. You could get it done, sure, but it didn't feel as good without him. 

So you called Seonghwa. 

You balled up the blanket in your fist as it rang, counting them, expecting the disappointment of going to voice-mail. 

“Hi jagi!” 

And you sighed in relief when you heard his voice. 

“Hi love.” 

On the other end, Seonghwa actually had a few hour break. They'd gotten to the hotel earlier than planned and had plenty of time before the rehearsals. So he was in his bed thinking of calling you. 

“How are you? You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. “I just miss you.” 

“I miss my jagi too.” 

His voice through the phone was enough to send chills down your spine and straight to your already hard dick. You bit your lip to not accidentally let a noise slip. 

“Are you feeling okay? Are you tired?” 

“No, no.” Seonghwa shook his head, as if you could've seen that. “I took a nap not too long ago and I've got some time before our show.” He smiled to himself. “And seeing your name pop up made me feel amazing.” 

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile at that. But in the back of your mind, the little needy voice whispered “Yes, this is perfect, he has time.” 

“You're sweet,” you breathed, moving your hand down to slowly rub your dick. You rolled your eyes back at the small but powerful movement, making hot bolts of pleasure shoot up through your bones. “I'm glad you're okay.” Your voice was growing more strained as you were trying to hide your obvious growing desire. 

You didn't want to spring the idea on Seonghwa too soon, you didn't want him to think you only wanted him for sex. Of course you didn't, you'd been calling him almost every day just to hear his voice, checking to see what timezone he was in to do so. 

But it seemed really shitty to call your boyfriend up and immediately ask him for sex, didn't it? 

You wanted to ask in a better way, but Seonghwa could hear your heavy breaths and the slight whine in your voice. 

“Are you okay, angel?” The pet name shouldn't have made you whine. 

“I'm okay, I just…” You trailed off, and sighed as you stopped your movements completely. “I was watching your performances, and I got horny, and so I called you, but I didn't want to seem like it was just that, I wanted to call you for more than just sex.” You were babbling endlessly, trying to make sure Seonghwa didn't misunderstand your intentions. 

But lucky for you, your loving boyfriend was willing to provide. 

“I can help you.” Your eyes went wide as his voice slipped into a deeper tone, and this time, you couldn't help but whimper. “Aww, that desperate? My poor baby, I'll take care of you.” 

“Thank you,” you whined, palming your dick, pre cum already soaking your shorts through.  

“Of course.” You could hear his smirk through the phone. “Strip yourself down, handsome. Completely.”

You did as he commanded, putting your phone on speaker and stripping your clothes off, flinging them to some random part of the bedroom. You yanked the blanket off your body to expose yourself to the room, and shivered as the cool air hit your leaking cock. 

“Okay, done.” 

“Nowstroke yourself. Slowly. Don't speed up until I tell you, okay?” 

“Okay-”

“And let me hear all your pretty moans.” 

Chills raced over you again as you ran your hand down your body to your dick, slowly stroking yourself, the pre cum that leaked out working as lube. You dropped your head back and whined, pleasure shooting up through your body again, 

You let out a small whine, trying to not sound too desperate too early. But Seonghwa's pants were already growing tighter. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his eyes back. “That’s it, jagi. Fuck, you've got me hard too.” 

“Maybe this can help as a stress reliever,” you said with a soft giggle. Seonghwa smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, it would.” He groaned again as he pulled his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock out and stroke himself. He closed his eyes and sighed, imagining it was you instead. 

“What I wouldn’t give to have you here, to help me relax.” He stifled a moan when he ran his thumb over the tip. “Split you open, make you scream on my cock.” 

You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. The slow pace your were stroking yourself at was agonizing. Not enough. “Hwa, can I go faster? Please?” 

“Yes jagi,” he breathed. “Go faster, imagine it’s me.” 

You already were. You were already imagining it was his hand stroking your cock instead of yours, imagining that he was beside you, that he was still here with you. 

Seonghwa smiled when he heard your moans and whimpers get louder. “Aww, you sound so precious.” He stroked himself faster too. “So cute, God, I with I could fuck you. Fuck you full of my cum, my babies.” 

Your whole body shuddered and you let out a broken cry, whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips, panting out his name over and over. It only made him harder and harder, more sensitive, craving the feeling of your soft, warm hole around his cock instead of his hand. 

“Want them so bad,” you breathed, choking on your own noises. “Can I use a toy? Please, Hwa? Just to help, please-” 

“Yes, jagi, imagine it’s me.” Seonghwa interrupted, gulping as he squeezed his cock a little, running his tongue over his lips. “Fuck your cock and imagine it’s me-” He cut off with a moan. “Pretend it’s my hand.” 

You scrambled to grab a toy to fuck yourself, finding it, and pouring lube into it before you laid back in bed, making yourself comfortable before you slowly pushed the toy onto your cock. 

You let out a loud whine as you slowly filled up the toy. “Hwa, feels so good,” you whimpered. 

Seonghwa’s tongue fell out of his mouth as his breathing got heavier, his eyes still closed, pumping his cock and imagining you on top of him. “I know, jagi.” He whined as he sped up again. “Keep going, make yourself feel good.” 

You slowly fucked yourself with the toy, arching your back, pressing your head back into the pillows. You were completely lost in your fantasy, imagining he was here, that it was him who was fucking you and making you lose your mind. 

“Your hand feels so good,” you babbled. “Fucking my cock, feels so fucking good.” 

God, you’d be the death of him. Seonghwa’s thighs started shaking, sweat sliding down his face. He smirked as his tongue poked out again. 

“Such a filthy fucking slut,” he muttered. “Yeah? Feels good? It feels good when I fuck you?” He was going into his own daze, bordering on drunk, losing himself in the abyss of pleasure. “What if I sucked you off instead? You want my mouth, precious?”

“Yes!” You cried. “Yes, please, I need you!” 

“Oh, you’ll get me, baby. You’ll have all of me. I’ll fuck you dumb, my precious little slut.” 

Your hand unconsciously sped up, fucking your cock faster and harder, making you cry out louder. You couldn’t help but scream Seonghwa’s name, arching your back off the bed further, desperately crying out for him. 

Seonghwa sped up too, his moans getting louder, whines becoming more frequent, his hands shaking more and more, sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, running down his neck. 

“Talk to me,” you whimpered out, tears on the edges of your eyes, stuttering through your words. “Talk to me while you fuck me dumb, tell me how good I feel, how filthy I am.” 

Your request knocked the wind from Seonghwa’s lungs. You heard him softly choke. Some small seed of pride swelled in your chest. 

“You’re so fucking filthy,” he babbled, his voice high and shaky. “Just wanna be fucked stupid, a needly little slut, want me to suck you until you come. So good for me, so perfect, fuck, I wanna cum all over you.” 

 He was panting heavily, so fucking close, but he held himself back to wait for you. But he could tell you were close, and he said as much. “Wanna come for me, angel? I can hear you crying.” 

And you were, the tears were flowing down your face, desperate screams and moans ripping from your throat. You were so close, you just needed a little bit more of a push. 

You reached up and rubbed your chest, pinching your nipples, bringing you even closer, but you just needed more. More of your boyfriend’s voice. 

“Yes, I’m close,” you gasped. “I wanna come for you, love, wanna come for you like a good little whore.” 

Seonghwa finally let out a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come for me, come with me, be a good whore and come for my mouth.” 

That’s what you needed. You tipped over the edge and your orgasm washed over you, tearing screams and cries of Seonghwa’s name from your throat, sobbing from the pleasure. 

Seonghwa was right behind you, gasping and whimpering out your name as he came all over his hand, slowly stroking himself until it was over, chanting your name the whole time. 

You both laid there in your separate beds, panting heavily, trying to get your breath back. Neither of you said anything for a bit. 

But once you opened your eyes, the reality set in again. You were alone. Seonghwa wasn’t the one who fucked you. Seonghwa was hours away. He was only a voice through your phone. 

And the tears came back stronger than ever. 

Seonghwa’s heart broke hearing you cry. He knew exactly why. This wasn’t the first time you’d been on the phone with him and cried because he wasn’t there in your bed with you. The last night he was with you, you cried yourself to sleep on his chest, telling him how much you wished you could go with him. 

“Jagi?” He called softly. “Are you okay?” 

“No,” you sobbed, rolling onto your side and grabbing one of your pillows, hugging it tight. “You’re not here, and I need you here.” 

“I know.” Seonghwa’s throat was closing up and his nose burned as tears formed in his eyes. 

You grabbed your phone and set it closer to you. “I want you to hold me, and kiss me, and tell me I did good.” You sobbed out all your words, hardly making much sense, but Seonghwa heard you well enough. 

“You did so good for me, angel,” Seonghwa said softly, like he always spoke to you after sex. “I wish I could hold you and kiss you too.” He choked up and pursed his lips, trying not to burst into tears. 

You sobbed into the pillow. “I want you home!” 

And that was all it took to break him. The tears spilled over and down Seonghwa’s cheeks, softly sobbing and whimpering, curling up in his bed and wishing your arms were around him too. He missed you as much as you missed him, he spent many nights tossing and turning without you, yearning for your touch, your kisses, your voice. 

“I know, jagi, I wanna be home with you too,” he sobbed. “I want to so badly.” 

You both cried, not knowing how to comfort the other. There was no way around this. Your boyfriend wasn’t coming home for a while. A long while. You wouldn’t see him for a long while. The idea smashes your heart to pieces all over again. 

“Can’t I come see you?” You whimpered. 

“You could, but you know it wouldn’t be more than a day.” Seonghwa sniffled and got up to clean himself up. Every movement was slow and heavy. 

“I don’t care, I just need to see you.” You got up to clean yourself up too, slowly pulling the toy off of yourself and taking it with you to clean up. 

“Then maybe if you can somehow get a flight to the next country we’re performing in, I guess.” 

It didn’t take you long to find a flight to their next country. It was expensive, yes, but you had money saved up for this. Seonghwa told you months and months before the tour was announced to the world that there was going to be one. You’d been secretly saving up since then to afford such a trip to see him. 

Your everything. Your world. The light of your life. You needed to see him. 

You laid back down in bed, tired and ready to sleep. Seonghwa had cleaned himself up and laid back down as well, promising to wait until you felt tired enough to fall asleep. 

“You’ll really be there?” He asked softly. 

“I will, love,” you said back, just as soft. Seonghwa smiled, and his heart swelled at the thought. He couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again. 

“Then you need your sleep.” 

“I know.” Your eyes were already getting heavy, along with the rest of your body. 

“Sleep well, my precious jagi. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Hwa.” 

You ended the call first. It hurt to do it, but you knew Seonghwa wasn’t going to. 

You closed your eyes and let sleep take you away to dreamland, where your beloved was waiting for you again.

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[mrs-monaghan]

Hi! Sorry if the question sounds weird…but I feel like this is a safe place to ask this.

How do you think Jikook handled their intimacy during The Soop, Bon Voyage etc? Also considering the ramen joke, the analysis going around about Jungkook putting on that jacket in BV and so on. Thank you!

I don't understand the question

But I think I get u. Maybe. I'm not sure. Okay we are gonna start from the beginning and I'm just gonna hope this is what u asked 🤭🤭

Bon Voyage season 1:

Well, we know JK ditches Suga to go sleep with Jimin in the living room. Which awwww 🥺🥺🥺

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BUT, I dont think the SEVENing took place in there. I'm thinking the laundry room. It would explain why they liked doing laundry so much 🤭🤭🤭

I imagine the boat would have been harder, too many people in one room. But if they wanted I'm sure they found a way 😁

Bon Voyage season 2:

This one is easy. They play for rooms, JK looses and he ain't happy to be sleeping on the couch. So Jimin sees his baby is sad n he naturally offers to switch

But JK chooses to sleep on the floor, turning down the offer. Surprising since he knows Yoonmin are sharing a bed. But maybe he'd rather not sleep with Suga 🤭 I'm kidding... I'm kidding 😂😂😂 This was probably JK's hyung kink at play where he likes to look after Jimin. So he'd rather be uncomfortable than have Jimin be uncomfortable.

Anyway, this is further down into episode 7 but u can see Yoonmin are in bed right before Jimin sneaks out the room.

You know he's not just leaving but sneaking out coz he's checking to see if Suga is asleep.

Justice for Suga. Jikook always be ditching him for eo 😂😂😂 anygays, seeing Jimin sneak out in ep 7 tells me he probably did it for the duration of their stay in that house. Coz in the next house, JK lost on purpose and they ended up sharing this room that we never saw the inside of

All we got was a sus photo of JK with smeared lipstick.

Anyone having flashbacks of Osaka Vlive?? 😂🤭 He he he heee...

Then we have the origin of Jikook doing laundry. Of course this is suspicious off the bat. But even more reason is because their stories weren't matching. According to JK, they stayed up till late doing laundry. So from him, they were doing laundry for most of the night.

But according to Jimin laundry was done in the morning???

Well, which is it Jikook????

Anon, these motherfuckers were SEVENing plenty in Hawaii. 👀

Bon Voyage season 3:

I don't really need to delve into this one, do I? Even the most out of touch person knows Jikook were sharing a room. I mean, Jimin was not only supposed to share a room with Suga and Jin, but he was supposed to share a bed with Jin. Now, why tf would he do that when his boyfriend had a room all to himself??

Anyway, analysis by Mizgator here. Timestamp 7:00

I also believe Jimin continued to sleep in that room even after V showed up. Jikook were on their honeymoon after all 🤭🤭🤭

Real talk though, this is what friends do for eo. Members have excused Jikook when they needed the privacy. That's just what people do. I know its bros before hoes, but who is the ho to V if both are his bros?? 😂

Moving on to Bon Voyage season 4:

I already covered how in the first house the SEVENing took place in the RV. So let's move on to camping. Now this is a bit hard to gauge when/where intimacy would have taken place. It was only 2 nights that they camped anyway, so maybe nothing happened during this time? BUT, like I will say many times during this post; it dont matter. If they wanted to SEVEN, it happened irregardless of location.

(There was however some camping sleeping drama that took place. I talk about that here. It has nothing to do with the topic at hand, I just like to bring it up coz I like drama 🤪)

Now onto the second and final house. First of all, we are going to quickly gloss over JK following Vhopemin into this room with all his luggage.

He has no business being there seeing as his roommate was RM. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Oh how satellite Jeon i do love you. 🤭🤭

So anygays, at some point you hear Jimin calling Jhope's name urgently

And then they start whispering and giggling like little kids.

Now that could just be Jihope well, Jihoping but this was when people were going to their rooms. I wouldn't put it past Jimin to enlist his bestfriend's help on Jikook getting a room to themselves at some point.

Like I've mentioned b4, cameras aren't always filming, and friends do each other these kinds of favors all the time. In any case this was a big ass house if Jikook wanted to get their groove on, they got it done.

I think we are good on the BVs so let's move onto In the Soops.

In The Soop season 1:

Here i talk about how JK used to spend the night in what was supposed to be Vmin's room. So that's that. Also if I was them I would have considered using that boat to SEVEN for sure. I hope they did. I mean, they wouldn't have to do nothing. Just let the waves do all the work

Mosquito net incident i dont think they did anything beyond making out, really. JK lost his hoodie, yeah. But Jimin looked the exact same way coming out like he did going in.

So clearly he didn't shed his clothes.

In The Soop season 2:

First there was Jimin's room. And then JK's and Bam's house... I can see it. Especially when JK asked Jimin if he wanted ramen and Jimin ran towards JK's house. I think he got his ramen 😏😏 Something tells me Jimin didn't actually leave, here.

He pretended to, but i don't think he did. I think he stayed and they either turned off the cams or covered them. But I've always had a feeling he didn't actually leave.

But while that's speculation, this however, I think this is a given---> I talk about the drone incident and them going to the forest/bushes 🤭 here. Why would they need to get rid of the camera unless they went to shout in each other's briefcases? 🤷🏽‍♀️ or even to SEVEN? One can get real creative on that ATV. Just saying... 😌😌😌

I knew it was game over because of the way Jimin looked at the camera here.

Look at his faceeeee

He was NOT a fan of that camera in that moment. It's giving flashbacks to this summer package

And then the way they both look at the camera again before taking off

He he heee.... if you ever watch these reality shows again just pay attention to how many times they glance at cameras. Its so funny. It's not really a surprise they waved away that drone for some privacy.

Thanks for the ask, anon. I believe that about covers it, yes?

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[dreamofbecoming]

part two, this one is still mostly stobin and pre-steddie. the first part does provide some context, although i imagine you could figure most of it out yourself, but i'd recommend reading it first anyway!

ao3

part 1

platonic stobin, mentions of steddie

rating: t

wc: 3k

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The conversation dies down and Steve goes back to filling bottles to hand off to Robin, eyes on Dustin where he's still goofing off with Munson. Good, he should get to have as much fun as he can. This is what he should be doing. What they should all be doing. Steve hates that these kids have to be fucking…soldiers so much of the time. He hates that he can't do anything to shield them from it. Not that they'd let him if he could.

Maybe Robbie has a point, about regular teenage life stuff being pointless right now, but god, what the fuck? Why should it have to be? He's 19! He can't even buy a drink yet! Robin is still in high school!

Fuck it. They should get to be kids and think about stupid pointless stuff, too.

"So I know you said you didn't want to talk about your love life, which is fair, but if I keep thinking about dying I'm gonna lose my shit, so you wanna talk about mine?"

She raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh, are we talking about how fucking weird shit has been between you and Nancy?"

Ah, fuck, that backfired almost immediately.

"What? No. Definitely not. Ok, it's been weird, but it's not a thing, ok?" She looks even more skeptical than before. "It's not! I mean, ok, maybe it is," she snorts at him, which. Rude. "But it's just like. Regular weirdness, ok?"

"What the fuck is regular weirdness?"

"You know, like, exes who haven't talked in a while in a high-pressure situation weirdness. The kind of weirdness anyone would be having in our shoes. Normal weirdness!" He throws his hands in the air, agitated.

Munson looks over at the sound of his raised voice, lifting an eyebrow and smirking. What is it with everyone raising their eyebrows at him today? He's being normal! Normal and regular! It's not his fault everything around them is weird and that makes his normal look weird by comparison. He's not doing anything wrong, so get off his nuts already! Geez!

Steve isn't sure how much of that very normal and regular monologue shows on his face, but it must be some because he can see Munson laughing at him as he goes back to playing keepaway with Dustin's hat. Bastard.

"Ugh! No, I don't want to talk about Nance. Like I really super don't. There's nothing there, it's done, it's over, there's nothing to say."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to talk about that debacle in the bus either. Six kids, Steve? Really?" Oh Jesus. He was really hoping no one had heard that.

"Bobbie, please, why are you torturing me?" He rarely deploys the Sad Eyes on Robin, mostly because they don't work especially well on her, which is insane, because they work like an atom bomb on literally everyone else. He may have left King Steve behind him, but he has plenty of skills left over from those days, not to mention he looks as good as he always has. He knows what he's working with, ok?

Anyways, this is a moment to pull out the big guns, which means Sad Eyes are a go.

As usual, they aren't as effective on Robbie as they are on other people, but she does know him well enough to realize that if he's pulling them out, it's out of desperation, so she takes pity on him anyway. Whatever. He'll take the win.

She sighs, and rolls her eyes indulgently, but she's smiling just a little. He can tell. God, he loves her. He'd burn the world down for her, is maybe going to have to. He doesn't know what he'd do without her.

"Alright, bubba, I'll bite. You want to talk about your love life, but you don't want to talk about Nancy. Whatcha got for me?"

And, oh. Shit. This is the part where he's going to have to say it out loud. He hadn't planned this far, mostly was just anxious to get the swirling feeling in his chest out into Robbie's hands because he knows she can keep it safe, mostly just trying to wipe that awful, scared, defeated look off her face, but now he has to actually do the thing. He has to say it out loud, on purpose, the way he hasn't since that day in her bedroom when his whole world shifted a little to the left, and she was the only thing holding him steady.

Fuck. Ok. He can do this. It's just Rob. No one else is close enough to hear them, and Robin will always keep him safe. She'll never let him be alone.

"So, uh. You know the, uh, the thing? That we talked about that one time?"

"Yeah, we talk every day, I'm gonna need a bit more than that, bubs."

"The, uh. The thing we decided we didn't have to talk about right away? Because it wasn't important? Or, no, it was important, but it wasn't, um. What did you say? Relevant. It wasn't relevant to my everyday life?"

"Relevant to your…oh! Oh shit! The thing! The thing we talked about! That thing!" Her eyes are wide and so so blue and her hands are flailing a little, like she wants to pat him down for injury even though that's not remotely helpful. He carefully takes the bottle out of her hand and stuffs the rag into it himself, setting it on the ground where she can't dump gasoline on herself. She smiles a little sheepishly.

"So what about the, uh, the thing?" She lowers her voice like she's in a goddamn spy movie, leaning close and waggling her eyebrows. She's so ridiculous. He loves her so much.

He gives her a pointed look. She shakes her head in response, looking confused. Jesus fuck, she's gonna make him say it.

He tries one more time, bobbing his head at her to try and make his facial expression more forceful. He doesn't miss his old crowd, really, he doesn't. He does, however, occasionally miss being around people who were constantly alert for even the smallest social shifts, who he could have a whole conversation with using nothing but subtle changes to the shape of his mouth or the width of his eyes. He loves Robin and Dustin more than life, would kill or die for them, has proven it several times over, but Christ on a cracker they wouldn't know a social cue if it whacked them in the head with a hammer.

She's still furrowing her brow at him, so he sighs, and gives in. "I think it's maybe become…relevant. I promised to tell you right away, remember?"

Her eyes go even wider than before, and she thwaps him in the chest with the back of her hand. Hard. Ow.

"Dingus!" She's whisper-shouting, but he still doesn't think anyone is close enough to hear. "What the hell!"

"Ow, Robbie, Jesus, watch the open wounds!"

She flutters her hands around his middle, like she can fix his bandages through his jacket. She does look apologetic, so that's something.

"Sorry, sorry, fuck, sorry! Are you ok? Sorry. Just, what the hell! What? Who? When?!"

He smirks at her. "What, no why or how?"

"I'm going to set you on fire with one of these cocktails if you don't start talking, Dingus, I swear to god!"

He's laughing, she's so much fun to rile up. God, he hopes he doesn't have to miss this. He hopes he gets to keep this much, at least, when they're done. He'll probably go crazy otherwise.

"Ok, ok, I won't tease, I'm sorry. So I guess, to answer your questions, uh…I found a boy to crush on, who the hell do you think, and I promised to tell you right away, didn't I?" He counts them down on his fingers while he answers them, because if he can't act like a little shit to her then honestly, what is even the point?

"Right away…holy shit. Holy shit! Steve!" She looks frantically out at the field, where Munson has now knocked Henderson over and is sitting on him, wearing his hat and crowing victory, while Dustin flails wildly on the ground. Thank fuck neither of them are looking this way, because holy hell she isn't subtle.

"Robbie, don't look, what the hell! Do you want him to know we're talking about him?"

"Oh, so we are talking about him? Eddie "The Freak" Munson?"

He cringes a little at the reminder of his earlier dismissal. "Alright, ok, so I maybe didn't give him much of a chance at first, but the Upside Down changes things, you know that! It did for us, right?"

She looks thoughtful. "I guess, yeah. So go on, loverboy, what do you like about him?" She's grinning and waggling her eyebrows again. Ugh, this may have been a mistake. She does owe him for the Tammy Thompson thing. Still, there's no one alive he'd rather talk about this with, and he has to talk to someone, or he's going to explode, and they have a…wizard…demon…thing…guy to kill. Whatever. They have killing to do, so he needs to get this off his chest so it's not clogging up his brain.

"He has…really nice eyes. And really nice hands." Robin lets out a soft "Oh, ew," before he glares at her and she motions for him to go on. "He's funny, and weird but in like, a charming way? Kind of like you, but different. The way Dustin is weird and charming like you, but different, you know?"

"You have a thing for nerds, Dingus."

"Ugh, maybe, yeah." His mind drifts back to Eddi- Munson. Gotta keep calling him Munson, at least until they get out of this. Can't afford to be distracted. "He's scared out of his mind, but he's coming along anyway, which is the kind of brave and stupid this whole group kind of runs on. He thinks he's a coward but he's not. Going back to school instead of dropping out is brave. Trusting us is brave. Acting like he does even when everyone hates him for it is brave. I wish I had been brave enough to do that, you know? Maybe I would have dropped the King shit earlier. And he's good with the kids, which you know I'm weak for. I don't know, Robs, I just…I want him to like me, you know? I want him to be impressed by me. Is that stupid?"

When he looks up, Robin's eyes are wide and shiny. She looks surprised, and a little scared. That's not good, probably, but he can't take back anything he said. He meant all of it.

"It's not stupid, bubba, it's not stupid at all. I guess I was thinking…I don't know. That it was like an adrenaline thing? Like a 'you're hot, we're in danger, I'd rather think about making out with you than dying' kind of thing? Like what Nancy was clearly doing with you earlier, you know?"

"Ugh, Robbie, I so don't want to talk about Nancy right now, please," he groans.

"Yeah yeah, I know, whatever. I just mean, it doesn't really sound like that's what's going on with you, for Eddie, right now. It kinda sounds like you, you know, like like him."

"Like like him? What are we, 12?"

"You know what I mean, Dingus, it just sounds like there are actual feelings here, not just sexy thoughts."

He shifts a little on his stool, feeling kind of exposed, but it's ok. It's just Robin. "I mean, yeah, I guess I kinda do? Have feelings. Or maybe I will? I'm kind of trying to hold them off, I guess, until we get out of here, you know? I barely know the guy, honestly, but also every time this happens I end up bonded for life to someone new, so why not him this time? I mean, the first time with the demogorgon even got me and Nancy back together, and we were like, donezo, for real, after that thing Tommy did to The Hawk. This shit is better than superglue, you know?"

Robin barks out a laugh. She squares her shoulders and puts on her best announcer voice. "Do you have trouble making friends? Looking to join a new crowd, but can't find a way in? Try Hell Beasts! Our near-death experience package will create lasting trauma that will bind you together forever! There's no escape now!"

The two of them collapse into giggles, drawing the eyes of several their friends scattered around the field.

When she composes herself, Robin gives him a soft smile. It's one of his favorites. Almost no one ever sees it but him, and not very often. "Well, I guess we had better all make it out of this in one piece, then, huh? So we can do all our sad gay pining together."

"I dunno, I think maybe I have a shot," he says thoughtfully, eyeing Edd- no, stop it, Munson, where he's flopped on the grass next to Dustin, chatting happily.

Robin boggles at him. "What the fuck do you mean, a shot? Are you- oh god, are you just gonna tell him? Steve!"

"Wh- Not right away or anything! And not for sure! I have to figure out if he's flagging on purpose first!"

"If he's whatting on what?"

"Oh come on, you remember that one zine that talked about the, uh. The whats it. The code! The hanky code, that was it!" He snaps his fingers in victory, triumphant.

She's still looking at him like he's grown a second head though, so maybe not.

"I don't know, maybe you skipped that one? From what I could tell it was more about men anyway. I think they mentioned that ladies use, uh, caribou. The clip things, you know?"

"Caribeeners? Dingus what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's this thing, right? That like, gay people, gay men, I guess, use to like, signal each other, kind of. It's basically like, you wear a hanky in your pocket, and what color it is and what pattern is printed on it and which pocket you wear it in tells people what kind of sex you like."

Robin looks even more shocked, if that's possible. "What does that even mean, what kind of sex you like?"

Oh, right. Lesbian virgin. Fair enough. "Like, do you like to uh. Give, if you know what I mean. Or receive. Do you like blowjobs, or handjobs, or like. I dunno, weird stuff. Like spit or whatever."

She's waving her hands frantically, her face screwed up. "Ahhhh lalalala that's enough! That's plenty of information, thank you!" He holds up his hands in surrender. She asked.

"Anyway, what does all of...that...have to do with you having a shot with," she switches back to her not-at-all-subtle stage whisper, "Eddie?"

"Haven't you noticed he's had that bandana in his pocket the whole time?" She whips her head around so fast he's surprised he doesn't hear her neck crack. Jesus, Robin.

"Would you chill out? You're going to make him look over here and then I'll have to let Vecna eat me because there's no way I'll survive the humiliation if he hears us, Robin!"

She glares at him. "Don't even joke about that, Dingus. You're making it out alive or I'll kill you myself."

He knows he's smiling adoringly at her, and if Henderson is looking he's never, ever beating those "in love with Robin" allegations, but whatever. "Noted, Buckley."

"So, what, you think he might be...like us? 'Cause of the bandana?"

"I mean, maybe, yeah? I might be crazy, but I also feel like he was definitely flirting with me earlier. Like in the Upside Down, and also at the trailer, you know?"

"Now that I think about it, that "Big Boy" thing was super weird. I figured it was just Eddie being Eddie, they call him The Freak for a reason, right? But I guess that could have been called flirting."

"Right? That's what I thought! And when we were down there, he was like, all up in my space, and he gave me his vest, and he seemed annoyed when I talked to Nance, even though he was trying to push me back to her. Which was insane, I didn't tell you this part Robs, oh my god. I was fully staring at his lips, just laser focused, like I would be on a girl I want to kiss, right? And he won't stop telling me how Nancy is definitely still in love with me and I should get her back! What the hell! Who does that? So I don't know," he sighs, feeling a little lost. "Maybe he isn't into me after all. But I have to at least check, right?"

"I mean, I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that, bubba, but if it goes sideways, I'll burn his house down if you want." She wiggles a molotov cocktail at him, grinning.

"Jesus, Bobbin, alright. Let's, uh. Let's call that Plan B, yeah?"

"Roger that, captain!" She gives him a stupid little salute, and for a moment he's back at Scoops, before everything went shit-shaped, but she's still his Robin, and they're safe and alive and nothing hurts.

And then he blinks again and he's sitting on an overturned bucket in front of a stolen RV, making molotov cocktails with his soulmate, watching his baby brother and the guy he might maybe sort of have a crush on tussle in the grass, hoping against hope they all live to see morning.

He picks up another bottle.

part 3

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[ma3mae]

Hi, can I request? I'm actually doing an exam and yeah it almost finished but I didn't finished 100%. Can you do a scenario where the reader is overthinking about the exam that she submitted. When I didn't finished I was like overthinking that I'm useless, failed, worthless, etc. ( i did that because I thought I can upgrade this semester but turns out I'm failed.) Thankyou so much of you can write this thing for me! (Also can I get a cuddle from Chuuya 🥺🥺🥺)

"Exams are a hassle"

Summary: Exams have been stressing you out for weeks now so how does your boyfriend comfort you? (Chuuya x Reader)

Genre: plenty of fluff but also a bit depressing ^ anon request tells u why

Warnings: a bit of self loathing and sleep deprivation bc exams are the best booster for self confidence I FEEL U ANON

A/N: thank you for your request!! I hope this will somehow be able to lift you up 😩✋ you can do it, anon!! Soon you'll be done and then u can relax and enter bsd brainrot again. Also didnt proofread this bc im writing this in a car so the nausea is lowkey kicking in 😩😩 hope this doesnt seem rushed omggg

Part 2 : In sickness and health

Nakahara Chuuya

our cheeto boy finally coming home after a normal day work

Like comepletely annihilating a mini terrorist organisation LMAO 🤡

he comes home to find yourself on the same spot and legit same position on the couch he has last seen you like FKING 12 HOURS AGO???

is instantly baffled and worried because??

"Are you seriously STILL preparing for your exam?? Don't you need a break??"

he immediately shuts himself up tho as he just sees the dark bags under your eyes and the red eyes and oh no :((

a sniffle follows as you bury ur face into your hands and this BOY IS JUMPING across the room to get to you

Jk but hes instantly by your side and cradling you in his arms

h-his light? the love of his life??? HATING HERSELF???? BC OF AN EXAM?????

u know what that means 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓

Jk no jail

Hes gonna come at you WITH FACTS THO 😤✋

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Exhaustion was weighting onto you like nothing else. Your eyes were hurting at this point from having to look at the same screen for weeks now, only taking breaks to go to the toilet or either drown yourself in energy drink or coffee.

Your boyfriend would often be absent because of his work and he'd support you as always. You saw the worry in his eyes and he would ask if you'd like his help or if there's anything he could do for you.

But you kept refusing him since he had already enough on his shoulders in your eyes. He was probably even more tired than you yet still managed to shine so brightly whenever he'd look at you with so much adoration in his eyes for you, no matter how horrible his day went.

Slowly but surely felt something bubbling up inside you.

"No... I can't deal with this right now." you tried to convince yourself as you swallowed the lump inside your throat.

You looked at the time on the screen of your PC, trying to see through the blur infront of your eyes.

3:47am

Fuck, you were tired. You just wanted to quit everything, cry yourself to sleep and finally be at peace but no. This shitty exam just had to be one of the most important events in your life and you really couldn't fuck this one up.

As you buried your face in your hands, you could faintly hear keys rustling outside the door.

No! I can't let him see me like this!

Yet your tears just wouldn't stop and soon enough you heard him enter.

"Hey, doll. What the hell, you're still awake? I told you to just go to sl-!"

You didn't want to answer him. No, you simply couldn't even if you wanted to.

Only mere seconds passed before you felt gloved hands grasp both of your hands.

"Sweetheart... Listen to me."

You merely shook your head as he watched your shoulders tremble.

Clicking his tounge, he lifted you up with ease, pulling a sudden yelp out of you.

"No, Chuuya. Please put me back, I have to g-"

"Y/N, just listen to me for one damn time."

How could you refuse him? When you could feel his warmth so close to you.

Yet your guilt was frankly consuming your whole being. You could hear it in his voice.

Was he angry? Annoyed?

Because of you?

You just wanted to get through this exam by yourself. How could you burden him when he had already enough on his own plate. He didn't need someome like you just adding more onto it.

"I'm sorry, Chuu..."

You felt him sit down onto the couch, the soft light of the screen illuminating the space.

"For what?" He whispered to you as he began to rub circles onto your back.

"It's just..."

A sigh escaped as you felt his hands grasp yours, finally letting him see you fully for the first time and yet the sight made your heart clench.

"No, none of that shit anymore, alright? If you want to rant about it then rant. If you want to cry about it then cry. But no way in hell can you expect me to sit back any longer. It already went on for long enough these past few weeks. You need a break, Y/N. "

There he was.

The love of your life, wearing his heart on his sleeve for you as he poured it out.

Always being honest with you and laying himself bare.

Its what made you fall in love with him but you couldn't deny that you envied that part of him too.

Yet he always managed to make it a part of you too with words alone.

"But I can't. I'm afraid, Chuuya. Afraid that I'll fail this. Because then what? I don't know what I'm supposed to do if the worst would happen. I just-!"

You couldn't see anything anymore. Eyes so blurry as you tried your best to look at him.

And he still managed to leave you breathless as he wiped your tears away, feeling as if you'd be looking at the sunrise itself.

Always giving the energy to let you see the next day.

"I just don't want to burden you. Anyone. Even myself. But what am I supposed to do? I feel so useless everytime I memorize something and I just keep forgetting it because I just don't want to fail. What should I just d-"

Soft lips met yours, a slight tinge of the cherry chapstick you had gifted him on your taste buds.

"You are not a burden, Y/N. Not to anyone, you or even me. I meant if for every time when I asked if I could help. Yet you would always tell me you'd want to do this yourself and if my girlfriend wants to do that then why shouldn't I let her? But everyone has their limit and you need to understand that. I know you've been crying yourself to sleep these past few weeks and I hated myself for letting something like this happen. "

He let his lips linger on your right cheek.

"It's okay to be afraid."

Linger on your left.

"It's okay to cry.

Linger on your forehead.

"But the last thing I'd let you do..."

And lastly return back to your lips.

"Is you feeling like a burden. Feeling useless and everything that comes with it because you are none of that."

You gently took his face into your hands, letting your shaken eyes gaze into his firm ones.

"But what if I fail?"

"You won't. I know you can do it. I've seen how you are, Y/N. Hell you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll stand up for what's right. Every time I come battered, bruised and everything else, you'd always be there to comfort me, tend to my wounds, even feed me when you have to. Your presence alone would make the weight vanish on my shoulders, yet you always carry it without any complaints. So let me do the same to you and help you. "

You tightly wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder.

"But it's just an ex-"

"You better not fucking tell me that its JUST an exam. I'm not listening to any of that for tonight."

You felt his lips stretch into a smile as he buried his face into the crook of neck.

"Let's just go to bed and I'll help you rehearse everything, okay?"

"Are you sure about that? Is your patience gonna hold out long enough?"

You let out an "acK!" as he suddenly tightened his arms around you.

"Don't underestimate me, doll. You've seen what I can do so rehearsing for a puny exam won't be a challenge at all. So let's-!"

He lifted the both of you up with his ability, floating towards your bedroom.

"-just sleep already because we both deserve it after tonight, alright?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden silliness.

"Oi, what are you laughing at"

"No, nothing. Just appreciating my boyfriend, his handy power and the love he'd always give me."

"D-Don't be so sappy. Rest and save that energy for tomorrow."

"Hmm, oh well. But I still wanna say that I love you though."

"Out of nowhere... but I love you too. Always will."

*****

Anyway yall rehearse that shit together and ur boy being the one to take breaks bc bro wtf have u been learning???? This some science level shit?? But he gives u snacks, cuddles, support and everything you need

bro's gonna pamper you as soon as you finally had ur exam and you gotta restrain him from showering you with gifts bc of how happy he is

HIS future wife deserves the best after all 😤😤😤✋✋✋✋

if u tell him that he doesnt need to buy you so much and that you'd be happy with him just being there then oh...

dont expect him to hold back after being so cute 🤡 especially after yall havent done anything for weeks probably so time to catch up 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakahara chuuya

[42frogs]

"I have feelings for Alhaitham."

Cyno had waited until their next trip to Gandharva Ville to speak to Kaveh, as far away from the eager ears and mouths of the Akademiya as they could be. Here, on the terrace after Tighnari and Collei have gone on their evening patrol, the only creatures to hear them are the birds, and though they might carry his words far away, it is unlikely anyone will be able to decipher them.

Kaveh chokes into his wine cup, kicking his feet out above the trees.

"Archons- really? Good luck with that."

He meets Cyno's gaze. For all his experience in interrogation, facial expressions have always evaded him. Right now, Kaveh seems sincere- eyes widened in surprise, but not hostile.

"Is that all you have to say?" Cyno asks. His hands are braced against the terrace boards, grounding him even this high up. Kaveh shrugs.

"I could question your taste if you like, but you're a sensible man, you've probably done enough of that yourself," he lifts his glass to him, and then narrows his eyes. "Wait - there is something. Why are you telling me? I figured you'd be the type to sort things between you and the object of your affections before you went shouting your heart to others. Have you already told him?"

"I'm not shouting, and I haven't told him," Cyno says. He intends to, because secrets between companions can only lead to unnecessary conflict, but he hasn't decided when, or how, yet. He studies Kaveh for a while, wondering how to approach it. "You're my friend."

"I'm flattered," Kaveh touches his chest. "But you waited until Tighnari was gone, and I'm far more likely to judge you than he is."

"You're my friend, and I care about your feelings," Cyno tries again. Kaveh stares at him blankly. "Aren't you in love with him?"

Kaveh, thankfully, has never been on guard with his expressions, and so Cyno is able to watch the flicker of his pupils as he assembles the pieces - the exhale of breath in laughter, and the flush of pink that dusts his cheek.

"Oh, Cyno, you were worried about me? Or - did you want me to duel you for him? I'd never win, with cards or blades," he chuckles. "I'm not in love with Alhaitham; he's all yours, if you can pull his head out of his ass for long enough to confront his feelings for you."

"His -?" No. Cyno files that away for later. As much as he wants to know - where would Kaveh have gotten that idea from - that isn't what he's here for. "Kaveh, please. I don't want this to come between us."

"I mean it," Kaveh tells him, leaning forward to put a hand on his knee. Cyno allows him into his space; he can smell the wine on his breath. "There's no fooling you, I know, so - yes, once, I thought I loved him. Living in close quarters with someone creates all sorts of fantastical delusions. But it was a long time ago, and I know now that we'd never be compatible."

"You rarely stop talking about him, unless you have a project to discuss," Cyno says, unsure why he is arguing. Does he want to persuade Kaveh otherwise? If Alhaitham did have Kaveh's affections, wouldn't he choose him? It would, at least, bring Cyno some form peace to see them both happy.

"Because he's infuriating. And he's also my roommate, so most of my stories involve him in some way or another. No, I was fooled by a handsome face, and once I saw the rotten inside, my affliction was cured," Kaveh smiles. "It seems to have been the opposite for you, though, doesn't it? Do you think you can fix him?"

Cyno frowns. "I don't think he needs fixing."

"There we have it," Kaveh nudges him with one elbow, throwing back the rest of his wine. "I'll help you win him over."

"I don't want that, either," Cyno says. "He shouldn't have to be persuaded. I have no expectations."

"Well, I've got plenty. I love a good romance, even if it's that heartless dog I have to help. It'll be good for him. Not so sure what it will do for you, but..." Kaveh sways with Cyno on the terrace, imitating the tops of the trees they sit upon, and echoes Cyno's words. "You're my friend, and I care about your feelings. Even the ones that have no rational place in this universe."

Cyno hides a smile in his cheeks.

"Thanks, Kaveh."

"Can I tell Tighnari? You never tell me anything before him, I want to rub it in his face."

"Absolutely not."

#vesh brainworms #just thinking about cyno and kaveh being friends idk #and kaveh being like wtf is wrong with you despite knowing exactly how someone can fall for alhaitham #even if hes been cured of the disease #haino #alhaitham #cyno #kaveh #genshin fic #cytham #p: haino

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Under The Weather

Because my anxiety is real and it makes me cry and nearly vomit, and won't let me live my life without being hindered.

Arthur but he's taking care of you while you're sick, heavily inspired by this fic by @azures-bazar

Which was lovely by the way so I hope you read this and enjoy it.

Lets go y'all

WARNINGS: Arthur being sweet, you being sick, possible vomitting, and yeah

Tags: @cantchoosejust1 @mrsarthurmorgan7 @kieropal @6kaja9

You felt hot, your forehead, your arms, your legs, all of you, felt hot, sweaty, and Horseshoe Overlook wasn't that warm.

You felt dizzy and every step you took was nearly torture.

You felt a lump in the back of your throat that was on the verge of coming up and it made your body scream.

You felt gross, even though you'd already taken a hot bath in town, and it seemed like no matter what you did you were just drained, you could barely keep your eyes open.

The table that you kept wiping beneath you was spinning, which wasn't helping with your dizziness, and before you knew it you felt yourself falling but you were far too weak to stop yourself from hitting the ground.

You braced for the impact, but instead felt the warmth of strong arms around you.

"Woah! Y/N, you been lookin' a little out of it, lucky I was over here, are you alright?"

You blink and look at Arthur Morgan, one of your closest friends, a man who had been nothing but kind to you since you met him, unable to really comprehend what had just happened.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks again, looking down at you in his arms.

"I'm sorry Arthur, I..." you blink and close your eyes. "I'm not feeling that great."

"I can tell that Sweetheart, you're burnin' up."

Arthur sighed and gently helped you stand, gently bringing an arm around your waist, as you leaned against him.

"C'mon, let's get you to my cot, okay?"

"No, I'm alright, I'm...I'll be fine-"

"No you aren't, you're five seconds away from vomitin' all over the place. You're gonna lay down and relax for the rest of the day."

"No, Arthur-"

"Yes."

He manages to get you to his cot, and gently lays you down, oulling the blanket he has over you as well as adding a second pillow under your head as gently as he could.

"Don't even think about movin' I'm gonna get a washcloth."

You're about to protest but before you can he's already turned around and out of sight.

You sigh and close your eyes, looking up at the celing above you.

You didn't want him to see you like this, sick and barely concious.

But you didn't have much choice, you were too weak to do much else but lay where he'd put you.

It only took a moment or two for Arthur to return, a cold washrag in his hand.

Gently he placed it against your forhead, squeezing a little water out against your hot skin.

"Arthur you don't have to-"

"I do, you ain't feelin' well-"

"There's plenty of people in camp who can do this, you have other things to do-"

"Nah, now, you stop that Darlin', I'm done with what I needed to do today, I got all the time in the world."

"But I-" you place an arm over your eyes, your throat closing. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

You groan and listen as Arthur moves a bucket to the side of his bed.

"Jus' try not to get it on me, alright?" He chuckled and for a moment you feel a little better.

"I'll take care of ya, you ate anything today?"

"No, I was afraid it'd make me sick." You mumble quietly.

"You think you can down some crackers for me Sweetheart?"

"Maybe, just a few."

"I'll get some here in a bit, okay?"

You nod, and then quietly you take Arthur's hand.

"Thanks Art."

"Course, I can't let my favorite girl get sick."

You smile and feel your eyes close.

"Are you sure you don't need your cot Arthur?"

"I'm sure, you go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay, I can do that."

........

You wake up feeling warm still and exhausted, your head is warm, and so is your body, but you fear if you expose your arms or legs you'll freeze.

The tent is dark now, its even with the tent flaps open.

You realize after a moment that Arthur's hand rests against your arm, his head lays over your legs.

He was a sweet man, sweeter than what the entire gang deserved, sitting here, taking care of you while you were sick, better than what you would have expected.

You sigh and close your eyes, feeling yourself drifting into sleep again.

You made yourself a mental note to repay him for his kindness, give him something he truly deserved.

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