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mrsparknamjoon · 3 years

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[+18] like no other • kth one shot

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 6.937

genre: smut

rating: +18 | explicit

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, oral [f receiving], fingering, orgasm delay/denial, praise kink, sir kink, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex

au: exes

trope: sex with the ex

tags: shameless smut, big dick!taehyung, possessive!taehyung, best friend!jimin, best friend!yoongi

crosspost: ao3

summary: great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: this is my very first attempt to write smut so please bear with me lmao. i wanna thank my best friend tai (and the biggest taehyung whore i know) for pushing me out of my comfort zone and believing i could do it. your support is everything, I LOVE YOU!! oh and the inspiration behind this story was the song F&MU by kehlani. i truly hope you all like it, xx

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She loved to go out but hated having to sail among the sea of people inside LOVEMAZE, one of the best and most popular clubs in Seoul. Y/N was looking for her best friend, who was supposed to be in the VIP booth on the far right, but she wasn't. Around Y/N, familiar faces became clearer as she crossed the dance floor.

Taehyung on the other hand was sitting in the corner of the bar, almost hidden from the rest of the crowd. Beside him was Jimin, best friend since middle school, and right in front was Yoongi, the best bartender in town and practically his personal therapist. The three of them had known each other for a long time, well before LOVEMAZE existed, and it was very common to get together on days like today to relax and have fun. Except for Yoongi, of course, who walked back and forth behind the counter serving as many people as possible.

While Y/N and Taehyung remained oblivious to each other's presence, she went to the ladies' room, almost positive she would find her friend there and he asked Yoongi for another old fashioned.

“Already, man?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “I just made you one."

“I’m thirsty" Taehyung snarled.

“You look tense" Jimin pointed out, taking a sip of his negroni.

Taehyung ignored him.

“I’m serious. You’ve been acting weird for almost a month now” Jimin continued, paying no mind to his best friend attitude.

“I’m straight, Jimin, don’t worry about it" he answered, “Just work stuff."

“Yeah, right, did Y/N perhaps change her name to ‘work’ and this is your subtle way of delivering me the news?” Jimin sneered.

“Now why would you even bring her up, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, putting the drink he just made in front of Taehyung.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took another sip of his own.

Back in the ladies' room, Y/N found her friend washing her hands and greeted her through the mirror.

“There you are!” she said with hands on her hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, totally forgot I was supposed to meet you at the booth”

“It’s okay" said Y/N, “But don’t you think this club is way too crowded for a Thursday night?" she looked around and even in the bathroom there were too many people, “I mean, what is up with you asking me to come on such short notice?” she opened her clutch and grabbed her lipstick.

“You work too much, you need to let loose more often" her friend pouted as Y/N applied the product on her luscious lips, “I feel like I don’t see you anymore.”

Y/N laughed at her friend's neediness.

“It’s true!" her friend laughed back, “And there might be some friends I want you to meet, you know? Very casual stuff”

“Ah… A-ha!” Y/N pointed the lipstick to her best friend.

“What?" she faked surprise.

“You’re always trying to set me up with someone" Y/N rubbed her lips together.

“There are worse friends out there than me, you know?”

“Of course there are!" Y/N bumped her friend’s shoulder, “For tonight though I just need you to let me enjoy myself, okay?” she pleaded with a soft smile, “Let’s go get some drinks and dance until our feet bleed! Come on" pulling her friend’s arm.

Both YN's best friend, Yoongi and Jimin were trying to distract the two of them from their own thoughts. It had been about 3 weeks since they had broken up (for probably what it seemed like the millionth time in just the last six months) and it was becoming increasingly unbearable to watch this endless soap opera.

“Where is everyone?” said Taehyung, looking around the club as he turned the drinking glass in his hand.

“Hobi is here, but I don’t know exactly where" Jimin looked over his shoulder to the dance floor, “Maybe dancing. You know how he is”

Taehyung laughed and nodded.

“Namjoon is out of town, Jin said he would try to swing by, and JK is…." Yoongi stopped for a second looking confused, and glanced over Jimin, “Where is JK? I don’t remember him replying to our group chat”

“Got me" Jimin shrugged, “I think he met someone and don’t wanna tell us."

“Oh really?” Taehyung interjected.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure, but he’s being super secretive lately” the other boy responded.

“How come?”

“We used to hang out at his place a lot and I have shown up unannounced plenty of times" Jimin set his drink on the counter and leaned in. Taehyung shifted in his seat becoming more interested in the story. “Last saturday I swung by and he didn’t buzz me in, he said he was busy and that it wasn't a good time" Jimin continued, “It was around 11pm and I came from dinner with a couple friends, right? So I really needed to pee, and then I said ‘Okay that’s cool, but can I use your restroom real quick? To which he replied ‘Uh….fine….but make it quick’ after stuttering a bit’."

“That’s weird" Yoongi blinked a few times feeling confused and a bit tired. “Aw shit, I’ll be right back” he excused himself to help another bartender.

“Oh nice, he was definitely fucking someone and you showed up and ruined the whole thing" Taehyung side-eyed Jimin.

“If he was he didn’t look like it" his friend said, “But it’s possible."

“Good for him" Taehyung commented, “And for us. That way you guys can talk about his personal life instead of mine.”

“We don’t have a choice" grunted Jimin.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Every week there’s a new drama going on, Tae. Aren’t you and Y/N tired of it?" he questioned, “I know I am” and drank what was left of his negroni.

After a few minutes of chatting with the people in the VIP box and some tequila shots, Y/N was feeling her muscles more relaxed and her mind at ease. The last week had been super stressful and all she wanted was to have fun and forget about everything for a couple of hours.

At the moment she was talking to a very handsome blonde man, but for the life out of her, she couldn't remember his name. Did it start with J? Or was it with K? It didn't matter, he was attractive enough and could hold an engaging conversation, but she was tired of talking and decided she should go down to the dance floor. Y/N stood up and reached her hand to the guy.

"Let's dance."

As they were coming down the steps in front of the booth, the first notes of Lay's 'Jade' began on the club speakers and Y/N grinned. She hadn't heard that song in a while and was ready to make the most of it.

She led the way, holding the blonde man's hand, and mingled her way through the crowd until she found a good spot in the middle. Once she stopped, she brought his hand around her waist and he immediately slid the other one too, hugging Y/N from behind and feeling her ass brush against his cock.

Y/N started dancing to the rhythm of the music, lifting her left hand to caress the blonde's head and keeping her right on top of his, which were on her stomach. She could sense his hot breath on her neck and it was so sexy the way he was moving his hips forward that she felt compelled to close her eyes for a second and enjoy the sensation.

His hands roamed all over Y/N and she turned to face him. Hands on his shoulders, foreheads touching. The blonde man smiled and pulled her closer by the curve on her lower back. She smiled back and kept grinding to the song.

Not far from there, Hoseok watched the scene. At first, he wasn't sure if it was Y/N or not because the red light that prevailed in the club during this particular song and made everything look dark and luxurious — it was difficult to concentrate. Partially thanks to the girl twerking in front of him but also because he hadn't seen Y/N in maybe a year and shadows could play mind tricks. He wouldn't say anything to Taehyung until he was sure.

When the beat changed, some light beams followed, and as if God had heard Hoseok's thoughts, they lit up Y/N's face perfectly confirming his suspicions. Damn, she for sure was beautiful but who was that guy with her? he asked himself while holding his date by the hips.

A few seconds later, the song slowed down a bit and Y/N turned her back to the man she was dancing with and started to slide down his body gradually towards the floor, holding his hands for support, and then back up just as slow making sure there was no space between their bodies. Hoseok wasn't impressed because he knew how sexy she could be, he has seen her with Taeyhung a couple of times probably on this same dance floor. Nevertheless, it was still very enticing to look away.

As soon as Y/N stood up again, she felt that the blond man was hard and laughed to herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them she locked eyes with Hoseok. He was right in her eyesight but further back, near the DJ booth, and she wondered how come she didn't notice him before. Well, this song was too good and she obviously got distracted.

She held the stare, still dancing, betting with herself whether he intended to approach and say hello or if he was going to ignore her. Hoseok looked away, turning his attention to the short hair girl in front of him. Second option it is , Y/N thought.

“I need a drink" the girl said, leaning into Hoseok's ear.

“I’ll go get it for you" he promptly replied, finding it to be the perfect opportunity to tell everyone who was at the club.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to the ladies' room and meet you at the bar” she agreed.

"You will never guess who I just saw" Hoseok giggled, putting his arm around Jimin and Taehyung a couple of minutes later when he approached the stools.

"Who?" Jimin asked curiously.

"Y/N" Hoseok replied slowly, almost syllabically. He loved drama as much as Jimin and he made sure to drag the name of Taehyung's ex to get a proper reaction.

"For real?" Jimin turned quickly trying to look for her as Taehyung kept still, eyes on Yoongi on the other end of the bar.

"Yeah! She's in the middle of the dance floor, grinding all over some dude I’ve never seen. I bet she's here with her best friend" Hoseok let go of the boys and leaned over the counter, "Hey Yoongi!" Yoongi was busy mixing a drink and mouthed to Hoseok to wait.

What Hoseok didn't see was how Taehyung tensed when he said Y/N was grinding. But Jimin did and he intervened.

"Tae, don't do anything stupid."

"What?" Hoseok took a step back and gazed back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung. "What is stupid?"

Taehyung stood up and grabbed his drink, making Jimin anxious because he knew that if Taehyung wanted could make a scene and end up shutting the club down for the night. He was weirdly possessive when it came to Y/N.

"Please?" he pleaded. Taehyung just patted Jimin's back and made his way to the dance floor, secretly meaning 'I can't make any promises'.

The moment he left, Yoongi approached.

"Where is he going?"

"To look for Y/N" Jimin answered with a frown and Yoongi couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Y/N? Is she here?"

"Oh yeah, I just saw her a couple of minutes ago on the dance floor" Hoseok said casually, "Which reminds me, I need another salty dog for my date and a beer for me, please" he smiled.

"Oh no" Yoongi bit his hand.

"Please, Yoongi, my date will be here any second and she's thirsty" Hoseok pouted totally oblivious about what Yoongi truly meant.

"Yeah, I know" Jimin sighed.

On the dance floor, Taehyung made his way through the back, just circling the space without actually getting into the crowd. Karma was truly a bitch and as soon as the song went 'You belong by my side, keep you with me all the time' he spotted Y/N all over a blonde dude, making him immediately clench his jaw and tighten the grip around the glass in his hand.

To him, the sight was almost unbearable. The guy had his hands all over Y/N's body and she was enjoying it. Taehyung knew she was. He knew her inside and out. He could see how turned on she was from a mile away and it drove him crazy that he wasn’t the one responsible for it.

As he walked, occasionally sipping on his drink, he kept his eyes on Y/N's movements. She was a mix of prey and medusa if that was even a thing. Taehyung felt hypnotized but at the same time he couldn't care less, he had to get closer.

Once he was close enough to see the dress she was wearing, how she did her make up and every other detail the sketchy lights of the club allowed him to, he leaned over the wall and thought about how pathetic this dude looked with her. They didn’t even make a good-looking couple, what the hell was she doing? Taehyung was a thousand times better. Then the music switched up beats once more and his eyes met hers — she didn’t even flinch, it’s like she knew he was there the whole time.

Y/N held Taehyung’s stare over the blonde guy’s shoulder and even smirked a little bit. She wondered if he was actually here in the club and he was. Thanks, Hoseok! she thought. Her stomach began doing somersaults, barely keeping her from hiding the amount of excitement shooting through her body.

The guy whispered something in her ear but she didn’t even listen, too focused on maintaining eye contact with Taheyung in the back of the club, so she just placed her hand on his nape and played with his hair a little bit. Taehyung cracked his neck visibly annoyed, which turned Y/N on and that was a game she really wanted to play. Just one more time. For old time’s sake, she thought.

Y/N shifted her focus back to the guy she was with, swirling to the beat and trading positions, standing now with her back turned to Taehyung. The blond guy slightly put his hands on Y/N ass, just taking his time with her and enjoying the music, but she had other plans.

“Don’t be shy” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Grab it like you own it." And that’s exactly what he did which made her let out a moan in surprise when he quickly squeezed her cheeks. To know that Taehyung was watching it made her feel powerful. If he chose to dismiss all of this it's his problem. Somebody would appreciate it more than him, that’s a fact. Y/N wasn't sure if the blonde guy was up for the task but he looked so cute trying.

The thing is, teasing Taehyung is so fun and she found herself still doing it even if they weren't together anymore. Yes, completely unhealthy, she knew that, but the body wants what the body wants — or who it wants. If she played it right it wouldn't take long for them to be fucking somewhere and she needed so badly.

Taehyung was starting to get hard watching the scene. She looked so good. Y/N wanted to get his attention and she was succeeding. Seeing someone else being that close to her, inhaling her sweet and intoxicating scent, grabbing that ass, hearing her hoarse turned on voice, just made him want to punch a wall. Why did Hoseok have to tell him that she was here? Jimin was right though, Taehyung was tired of the drama. However, it had become his and Y/N's little thing: breakup, makeup, breakup, makeup. He was getting used to it by now.

When the song ended, Y/N made her way back to the VIP booth. Her best friend wasted no time and as soon as she sat down on the couch the interrogation began.

"Soooo, did you have fun?"

"Yeah" Y/N answered truthfully thinking about how jealous Taehyung seemed, "I actually did."

"You're leaving with him tonight, right?"

"I don't know" Y/N said right before her phone buzzed on the table, "Maybe...." She picked it up, unlocked the screen and clicked on the red dot above the messages icon.

Kim Taehyung [00:21 am]: that shit be turnin' me on, i cannot lie

And just like that YN felt her panties getting wetter. It was ridiculous how Taehyung managed to affect her so much and she hated to admit that he did, in fact, exercise some kind of control over her. The way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he teased, the way he fucked. Everything about him made her shiver and she never met anyone quite like him. He was a cocky son of a bitch and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting all of that but she guessed he probably knew, otherwise they wouldn't be in this weird arrangement. Were they broken up? Would they get back together? She didn't even know.

The orders had slowed down a bit and Yoongi was talking to Jimin when Taehyung sat down at the bar again. Now it was his turn to be interrogated.

"Is she here?" Yoongi asked, looking over to the dance floor.

"Yes" Taehyung said.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, Chim, she was busy" he replied, putting a special intonation at the last word.

"With who?" Yoongi was curious too.

Taehyung took off his blazer and started rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. "Somebody not worthy that's for sure.”

"I can't believe you're still into her" Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed with how stupid Taehyung looked right now. He was sure Y/N could step on him and he would be like ‘thank you, please do it again’.

Yoongi tried a more gentle approach, "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm fine" Taehyung cracked his neck again trying to feel less tense but it was in vain, knowing damn well the only thing that would solve it would be the problem itself.

Jimin recognized the signal since he was familiar with how Taehyung dealt with stressful situations. Cracking something was always step one. "No, you're not" he barked.

"Let me get you a refill. On the house" said Yoongi, stepping away from the two.

"Chim, Hobi was right, she was all over this guy" Taehyung began, turning to Jimin and making a disgusted face, "And she was having a good time too because she made sure to show me."

Jimin cocked his eyebrow with a confusing look in his eyes.

"She put on a fucking show for me, dancing, grinding, touching without breaking eye contact" he explained angrily, "She knew what she was doing."

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. Taehyung was possessive, sure, but not necessarily jealous and he was absolutely jealous right now. It was honestly hilarious to watch him lose control and the little bit of dignity he had left.

"Here" Yoongi came back with a new drink. Looked stronger too. "Listen Tae, either you two work this shit out or you move across the country, I don't know. At this point I'm getting exhausted for you, man"

Deep down Taehyung agreed with Yoongi but it was better said than done, so he just shrugged trying not to think about Y/N too much, and sipped his cocktail thinking how maybe he should go home before he dragged out the blonde weird guy and beat the shit out of him for touching Y/N like that.

Speaking of the devil.

"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, showing his gummy smile, "What can I get you?"

"A shot of your best whiskey" she winked.

"Not much has changed, I see" Yoongi said, looking to Y/N and then to Taehyung. Was he talking about the drink choice or about them? Neither wanted to know.

"It's lovely to see you, Y/N" Jimin chimed in.

"How are you, Chim?" Y/N got closer and gave him a side hug.

"Good, good…” he beamed. Jimin liked Y/N. “What brings you here?"

"Macallan" Y/N raised the shot glass Yoongi brought seconds before and drank it.

"Right" Jimin laughed as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, "Excuse me for a sec" and left.

"Anything for your friends?" Yoongi smirked, tilting his head to the dance floor.

Y/N knew that Hoseok had told the boys that she was at the club and most likely who she was with as well. She counted on it. As soon as she saw him on the dance floor, she hoped he would run to tell Taehyung, in case he was here too. Luckily everything went down exactly how she wanted to and the loveable (but also gossipy) Hoseok fulfilled his role.

"You're funny" she replied, giving back the empty glass and watching him go make another drink for somebody else.

Taehyung was tired of YN's teasing and as soon as the two were alone, he looked her up and down and commanded, "Stockroom. Now."

Y/N watched Taehyung get up from the stool and pass her by, quickly brushing his shoulder with hers, and heading towards the narrow corridor that led to an area for authorized personnel only, such as the stockroom, manager's office and some other rooms. She could cut through sexual tension with a knife if she wanted to, but she didn't. She preferred to ride it. So she followed him until he stopped in front of one of the doors and pointed for her to get inside.

As soon as she did, the combination of drinks she had before made her feel sassier. It was inevitable to feel horny too. Taehyung was looking so unbelievably hot and compared to the main part of the club, the silence of the room made her feel like they were the only ones within a 10-mile radius. They could be as loud as they wanted to.

“Are you having fun, Y/N?” Taehyung asked, locking the door behind him.

“A little" she giggled looking around the room. It wasn’t big but a good enough size to accommodate a few shelves and boxes filled with the best (and worse) kind of alcohol available to man. It had this dimmed yellow light that set the mood perfectly — it wasn’t too dark so they wouldn’t see each other nor too bright to rip the mystery vibe completely away.

“You have to stop doing this” he warned her, moving closer. His voice was low and the right tone to send chills through Y/N’s entire body. She hopped on the wood table that was right in the middle of the room and with the most angelic face managed to say “It is that hard to ignore me? Damn...”

Taehyung stood right in front of her. “When you grind that amazing ass of yours on another man’s cock instead of mine it is.” He grabbed her hand and placed it right on his bulge. “Very hard.”

“Right” she slowly ran her hand through his length, feeling it twitch below the thin fabric of his grey wool trousers. “But you were the one who dumped this amazing ass, wasn’t it?”

Taehyung hissed at her touch. Y/N had a visceral effect on him like no woman has ever had. She always brought an animalistic side of him to the surface, which he didn't even recognize at times. It was strong and powerful. This kind of match is a blessing and a curse.

“I was just having fun with a friend, don’t need to be so jealous" she laughed with an air of superiority, making Taehyung's blood run faster.

But make no mistake, he could be just as dominant as her.

“I don’t need to be jealous” he whispered in Y/N's ear, what it felt to her as a sensually intimidating way, while his hand slowly moved up the inside of her thigh.

The only thing Y/N could do at the moment was to take a deep breath and control her reflexes because she was ninety-nine percent on the verge of losing it and asking him to fuck her senseless — and that’s exactly what she did, she took a deep breath and went right back to teasing mode.

“And why is that?” she asked, stroking his triceps.

Taehyung smiled against her cheekbone, his hand now close to her core. “Because nobody can fuck you like I can” he said as he swiped his thumb across the lace of her panties, applying a little bit of pressure on her clit and making her gasp.

Y/N grabs Taehyung's hand without thinking twice and drags it up and down. “Cut the attitude and put it on me” she said and immediately bit his earlobe followed by a peck in the corner of his mouth making full eye contact.

Taehyung thought that was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever done. Where did she learn it? Since when she takes the lead like that? he thought. She was always loved to tease and was a soft dom by nature, but she rarely responded with the same level of wittiness. Taehyung always prided himself on how he could catch Y/N off guard, but today she was the one who caught him.

And with that, nothing else needed to be said. Taehyung spread Y/N's legs in one swift motion looking straight into her dark beautiful eyes. He placed himself in the middle, closing the gap between them and taking her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.

Y/N felt as if her skin was on fire. Every inch Taehyung touched left a trace and she loved it. While one of his hands held her neck and the other massaged her breast, his mouth left hers and moved down to leave marks all over her collarbone. But she needed him closer, so she pulled him in by his waist and squeezed his ass, rocking her hips against his. The friction helped but it wasn’t enough.

Taehyung worked his way down Y/N's chest, pulling her strapless dress so her delicious breasts were exposed. He wasted no time and sucked one of her nipples hungrily while squeezing the other between two fingers. She moaned so loudly and it was music to his ears.

“That’s my girl!” Taehyung looked up and smirked, just a string of saliva connecting the two of them, “Always so vocal."

He comes back down but switches breasts, pressing himself forward and making Y/N lie down on the table as he devoured her left nipple. She wasn't much of a breast kind of woman but the way he was working them tonight was insane, she was completely lost in this foggy state of mind. What made it even more challenging to get out of it was the fact that Taehyung was now making his way down her body, now shoving her dress up and he not once looked away. It was so intense, so hot... Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop teasing me, Tae, please” she whined biting her bottom lip.

“You look so fucking pretty when you beg” he said kneeling and positioning her legs on his shoulders, kissing her inner thighs gently, biting once or twice as he got closer to her center. With one hand still squeezing Y/N's thigh, he brings the other around and starts playing with her clit rubbing his thumb at a consistent pace making an 8 motion and teasing her entrance.

He knew, oh my god he knew. He knew her so well that his talent was indisputable. He’s the best I have ever had, she thought. Taehyung acted with purpose. He got harder just thinking about how much she was willing to beg and now was the perfect time to test this idea.

Y/N felt Taehyung's hands go up to grab the hem of her panties and slowly start pulling it down. She helped him by lifting her hip a little bit off the table and as soon as she did he took them off and threw them on the floor. The cold air from the stockroom hit her pussy violently, making her flutter at the sudden change of temperature. Whilst she wrapped her head around the new feeling, Taehyung examined her body top to bottom, eyes filled with lust and desire — Y/N was the hottest and sexiest to him. She would always be.

“Fuck, Y/N, already so wet for me" he said exhaling the air he didn’t know he was holding.

Y/N laughed but more to herself than to him solely because she knew how much this sight turned him on.

Taehyung goes back to the same position as before, but now one forearm over YN's stomach and one hand on her hood, just above the clit, stretching the area a little upwards so that he could collect her juices with just one flat out lick. Y/N thought her clit being exposed like that bordered on extra sensitivity but it also felt good and she didn't want him to stop. As soon as she made that mental observation he moved his hand to her thigh and began to suck her sensitive bud ruthlessly, alternating between erratic and deep licks with the tip of his tongue at her entrance. The sounds were obscene and Y/N was too focused on them, lost in an intense lust, that she couldn’t help but get more turned on than she thought possible.

Y/N reached her hand down and ran her fingers through Taehyung's beautiful and soft black hair, letting her nails lightly scratch his scalp before deciding on a place and closing her fist, making him moan from the sudden hair pull.

“Oh my god, Tae, yes, keep it going" she screamed as the vibration of his moan echoed through her body in intense waves of pleasure.

He sucks faster, Y/N juices glistening all over his chin. The hand that was on her thigh is now at her entrance, his index finger playing around with her folds. She tugged his hair and he instantly responded, shoving two fingers in with no warning and pumping in the same rhythm as he toyed with her clit, making Y/N jerk and shudder in front of him.

“Mmmmh” was all she managed to say. With her eyes and lips tightly closed she could feel the sweet sweet edge getting closer.

However, that wonderful sensation didn't last long, coming to a full stop when Taehyung suddenly removed his fingers from inside her. She clenched around nothing and immediately opened her eyes only to find him leaving pecks all over her core, then her thighs, moving up to her belly button, her stern, then her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Strangely, she wasn’t mad that he had denied her orgasm, but in fact, a little excited by what was next.

“Tonight…” he mumbled in her ear right after slowly kissing her sweet spot, "...you’re gonna cum only on my cock” and ran his hand up her thigh landing a slap on her ass. “Got that?”

“Yes, sir” she growled back pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt with her legs twisted around his waist.

That was it for him. The growl that left her mouth made Taehyung understand why men dueled a few centuries ago, why perhaps some leaders started wars — it was this primal response the responsible for waking up deep desires within one's soul.

Then he hovered above Y/N for a brief moment, supporting his weight on both hands on either side of her head, so he could bend down and kiss her again. Their tongues explored each other without ceremony or reservation, in a way that was more sensual than weird. Taehyung scooped his hands behind Y/N’s lower back, bringing her up to him and then slowly raising both of them to sit upright. She moved her arms to rest on Taehyung's shoulders, entangling her hands behind his neck and pulling him closer without breaking the kiss. Neither of them wanted to stop, not even to gasp for more air. It was too addictive.

Taehyung took a step back from the table and Y/N followed him plopping down onto her feet. He started taking off her dress and she helped him by wiggling until the fabric fell to the floor. The feeling started to get more urgent as Y/N kissed Taehyung's jaw and neck as she worked skillfully to undo his belt. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were on the floor too and she took the opportunity to break the kiss.

“You handle it different when you mad” she observed as she pushed him to the opposite wall and began kissing him once more, a bit more savage than before, pulling his bottom lip with her teeth, “I missed it” she laughed teasingly looking into his eyes.

“Sex fire when you in your feels" Taehyung shrugged and slid down his hands from her back to her ass leaving a squeeze before stopping right below the curve. That was him signaling to Y/N he’s about to lift her up and she doesn’t miss a beat once he takes a step towards her to get enough space. Once she’s up and has her ankles hooked behind his back he starts kissing her again and walks them to the table.

Taehyung sits Y/N down and she suddenly breaks the kiss panting heavily.

“I want you to fuck me from behind.”

His breath got hitched in his throat. She was so perfect. Why in the hell did he break up with her? Fucking idiot, he thought.

“God, you’re perfect. Bend over" he commanded.

Y/N stood up and turned around bending over the table. Her nipples were so hard and as they brushed over the wood surface she couldn’t help but let out a small and almost inaudible moan. She spread her legs a little and wiggled her ass, impatient to feel Taehyung inside of her. She was dripping.

As Taehyung watched her do that, he felt his cock twitch, precum making his tip shine. So he stepped in, right hand on his member aligning himself at her entrance, left hand with open palm down, caressing Y/N from the top of her cheeks up to her lower back as he slid in. She was so wet for him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N” he said, placing his now free hand on where her leg met her hip, staying still for a couple of seconds enjoying how her pussy adjusted around him.

Y/N backed her ass more, making him bottom out — oh what a glorious feeling, he was so big. I’m complete, she thought to herself as holding tightly to the edge of the desk to the point where her knuckles were beginning to turn white. Taehyung started slow but then changed to a faster rhythm pounding in a way that had Y/N moaning shamelessly.

“It feels so good, Tae, I might have to piss you off more often, shit”

He snickered and slapped her ass hard. “You like it when I get rough, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her legs a little bit closer together to make it tighter for him. “You like it when I make it tight, don’t you?” she said between thrusts and Taehyung almost cummed at the sudden feeling.

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh a little out loud. Y/N had this incredible gift of surprising him when he truly least expected it. Fucking her was pure bliss and, honestly, the best part of his day whenever it happened. Which is why it was such a shame she didn't know how to be in a relationship.

So he slowed down his pace and reached in front of Y/N’s tight, which for a second made her think he was going to give some extra attention to her pulsing clit but no, it was only to grab her knee and put it on the table completely changing the angle and making his cock reach deeper hitting her special spot just right. Taehyung bent over and placed a wet kiss on her back. She was being such a good girl.

“Fuck yes, right there Tae." Y/N could almost cry at the sensation, it was all so overwhelming. Taehyung was right, nobody could fuck her like he did. He always knew what to do, what she liked and how to hit it. No man could compare. It was too bad he didn’t know how to be in a relationship. “Harder" she muttered under her breath.

Taehyung slowed down just a bit and rammed more precisely and deeply. His hands were firm on Y/N hips and his fingers would definitely leave the spot sore the next day. He loved some sloppy sex, but he was already so close and he wanted her to finish with him.

As the two fucked the brains out of each other, the same thought hung in the back of their minds: such great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

It would be much easier if this toxic pattern of breaking up and getting back didn't repeat itself so often. Perhaps in the next lifetime, when they finally learn a healthy way to love each other, the cycle could be broken. Until then, all they had left was the brief mutual satisfaction their bodies could provide.

Totally surrendered to the sensation of having Taehyung satisfying her like never before, Y/N began feeling that friendly electricity spread through her body as she was so close to reaching her release. Her legs felt like jelly and she wondered how come she hadn't collapsed yet. She heaved and propped her torso up, bringing both of her hands down from the edge to stabilize herself on the table while she tilted her head back and bounced relentlessly on his cock.

“Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

Between his thrusts, Taehyung quickly slid his right hand down Y/N clit and rubbed it fast with the right amount of pressure until he felt her walls clenching hard and her juices coat his shaft, allowing him to finally relax and reach his high too.

A muffled moan was all Y/N heard from him as they rode their high. She knew the quieter he came, the stronger his orgasm was. She could feel every inch of him and it was marvelous — every throb his thick cock made and every drop of cum. She wanted to say something but she needed to catch her breath first.

Once they calmed down enough to make complete sentences, Y/N brought her leg down and stood up. Taehyung removed himself from inside her but didn’t move, forehead resting on her shoulder blade.

“That was amazing, Y/N" he gushed as he kissed her shoulder. Y/N smiled.

Taehyung turned around and started looking for his trousers. He found Y/N’s dress first and threw it in her direction.

“Why I gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that?” she asked with a mischievous smile sliding her dress down and fixing her hair.

He smiled and wet his lips with his tongue, running his hands through his hair. “Because I’m not a vanilla man,” he grabbed his boxers and started to clean himself up with it, “and you have taste."

“Had taste. Past." Y/N approached and cupped his face, “We’re not doing this anymore, Tae" she warned, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I mean it.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time” Taehyung lifted his chin up, looking smugly at Y/N, “We both know it's never really goodbye.” She just rolled her eyes at him and started walking backwards to the stockroom door.

“Bye, Tae.”

Y/N had a love-hate relationship with how presumptuous Taehyung could be. Even though it turned her on, she knew they couldn't go on like this. She allowed this behavior so logically she had to be the one to end it. Stop being so horny, she chided herself. She promised that tonight was the last time, for real, she got Taehyung out of her system. The week was shitty, he was here, he helped and now they’re done.

As Y/N left the room, Taehyung finished putting on his pants and adjusting his belt, throwing his underwear in what seemed like a trash bin under the wood table. He really wanted to make it work, but they had reached a point where it wasn't even a possibility anymore. Maybe it was for the best, you know, never seeing each other again, but something inside of him didn't want to give up just yet because she was, indeed, like no other.

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ackermans-freedom-inc · 4 years

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Hi love! You know how much I love your writing so I couldn’t pass up the chance to request something! 🥰❤️❤️ If you’re comfortable with it could we get something that involves the reader pegging Levi? I feel like if it’s with the right person, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. This can be for Thirsty Thursday’s if you want! (Honestly I’m shameless, I want more sub!Levi content on my dash 😂) Of course if you’re not comfortable with it, feel free to ignore this! ❤️❤️❤️

So…I got these requests…and this happened. I have no excuse. Please enjoy. @starstruckkittensweets ilysm ur request is everything, thank you for trusting me to write this for you!!! <3

THIRSTY THURSDAY #8 – NSFW, pegging, prostate stimulation, sub!Levi (kinda)

You and Levi had a deal. When you first started sleeping together, you had easy rules, ones he agreed to. ‘Don’t cum in my hair, don’t get it in my eyes, and no butt stuff.’

But this long into your relationship, you were branching out. Trying new things. Every day was a new experience with him, and the both of you thoroughly enjoyed exploring all of each other’s fantasies.

So when he mentioned anal one day, you were shocked. He, of all people, wanted to try what? You weren’t opposed to it, the few times Levi pulled out a little too far and…accidentally… brushed against the wrong hole hadn’t made you balk. To be honest, you had heard of it from some of the more…adventurous ladies. The supposed pleasure of having two partners, and what they would do.

So…when he brought it up, you weren’t opposed to it. You had just one small favour.

You wanted to try it out on him first.

That was how the current situation came to be. A long, thorough shower later, Levi was waiting on the bed for you, absentmindedly looking at the lube you and he had purchased together…along with the strap. He was nervous, excited but still uneasy. He did have a reputation to maintain after all.

But at the same time, he was looking forward to it. It was a unique opportunity, he would get to experience this for the first time with you, and if it would get you to open up to trying it as well, he would gladly do this.

You stepped between his legs, his face in your hands. “Still want to do this?” you asked, noticing his nervousness.

“Yeah. But no promises we’ll do it again.”

You smiled. “Alright.”

Suddenly, your eyes narrowed. You loved to play, and you were going to play with Levi tonight.

You mashed your lips to his, your tongue invading his mouth the way he usually does to you. As you groaned you pushed him away, leaving the both of you cold.

“Get on your knees” you barked, Levi’s eyes narrowing at your tone. He played along, indulging you. He loved it when you took charge. “Yes Ma’am” he breathed, complying.

Your core heated at what he called you, your fingers coming to trace up thighs as you popped the cap to the bottle of lube, a generous dollop over your fingertips. As you traced around the ring of muscle, you felt him whine underneath you. Whine. Humanity’s Strongest a mess by your fingers. You poked a finger in, feeling the resistance. “Relax Levi, trust me. I’ll make you feel good.”

He keened underneath you, relaxing enough for you to sink knuckle deep inside him. You praised him, telling him how well he was doing, how good he was, and how hot he was. Just like he does for you.

You probed around, looking. You had heard about this one special spot. Levi’s back snapped back, broken curse from his mouth. “Y/N! What the fuck was that?”

“Prostate.” You grinned, rubbing a finger against him again as he started to breathe heavily. Voice coming out louder than before, your name and curses echoing across the room.

Feeling Levi loosen up at your ministrations, you gently worked a second finger into him, pushing slowly, gauging his reaction. Seeing and hearing no complaints, you continued, both fingertips rubbing against the little bulb inside him using the same motion of your fingers the way you liked it.

Levi’s legs trembled, his voice calling out to you in warning. “Y/N….I’m gonna cum.” His voice was wrecked. You had never heard him sound like that before. “Cum baby” you told him, pressing your fingers against that spot. “Cum for me.”

You felt him shudder around you, similarly to how you would around him. And damn, if it felt as good for him as it did you in this moment, you could see why he tried to make you cum as many times as he could.

You and him both ignored the mess, eager to continue. You checked with your partner, asking if he was doing okay. His eyes stared back at you, grey eyes unfocused as he blinked, choking out the words that egged you on. “Keep going.”

He caught his breath as you clicked the strap onto yourself, wiggling and admiring the way it looked on you. For a moment, you were disappointed that you would not be able to experience the feeling for yourself. But it didn’t matter. Today was going to be about him. You pressed your fingers back in him, already loose enough from your earlier actions. You wanted to be extra sure, so you added a third finger, stretching him out nicely. “You’re doing so good Levi. You’re so good for me.” Soon he was the one moving, pressing back against you as the sheets crinkled in his fist. “Fuck Y/N. Do it. Dammit.”

That was as close you were going to get him to beg for it. Another generous squeeze of lube covered your new appendage as you pressed the tip against him. Your fingers had done more than enough, his body taking you in easily.

As you bottomed out, you stilled, waiting for the ok. “Y/N…I swear to god.” He growled, breathing heavily.

“You’re doing so well Levi. I’ll make you feel good. Don’t you worry baby.” You reassured him, taking this time to squeeze some more lube on his skin, making the man hiss.

“It’s cold. Fe-feels good.”

“I told you Levi. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He moved against you then, experimental shifts of his hips. “Move.” He bit out, feigning anger. You moved, mimicking the movements you’ve seen Levi make as he thrust against you. By the time you got a good rhythm going, Levi was a mess. Choked cries of your name, and begs of you to go faster, harder, deeper.

You snapped your hips against him, your hand moving on its own accord to give the man beneath you a spank. He groaned, your name falling from his lips again as he begged. “Do it again. Do it again!”

Between murmurs of praise, you indulged him, until you could feel your own arousal start to drip down your legs. Your hips were burning, your abs were screaming. But you continued, determined to bring your partner to completion.

He warned you again, as he had done before. But this time, you helped. As he started to stutter your name, you reached around and grabbed his aching cock in your hands, your touch against him making his scream catch in his throat. You pumped him to the rhythm of your thrusts, and before long, he exploded. Dirtying the sheets for the second time that night.

As Levi collapsed, you unstrapped yourself, relieving yourself of your new toy before working the sheets out from under Levi’s shaking body. You lay with him, cradling him in your arms as you brushed his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple, waiting for him to come down from his release.

When his legs finally stopped shaking, he reached up to capture your lips in his. “It’s your turn next time. But we are keeping that strap.”

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text me when you’re free ; part 1 (ao3)

Alina and Zoya go on a blind double date. Unfortunately, chaos ensues.

[ as told through texts ]

Monday, august 1. 14:23

A: Zoya :)

Z: what

A: what would you say if i came to you with the proposition of a lifetime

Z: I would say blink twice if you’re in a pyramid scheme

A: That hurts

A: That you think i could be roped into one

Z: anything is possible

A: :(

Z: .

Z: I would consider buying tainted mlm vitamins from you

A: :D

A: mlm vitamins. the vitamins are in love

Z: As they should be

A: In love with keeping me healthy

Z: …..You arent actually in a pyramid scheme right

A: asjdkf; no but i do have a proposition

Z: and this concerns me because

A: Because it’s a good proposition

Z: Sound reasoning. continue

A: Yes so you know how i went on that date sunday with blondie

Z: I do recall the swipe for blondie. How was it

A: It was good!! Pretty solid, he’s super nice. We just got brunchy drinks but nothing crazy it was like 2 pm

Z: That’s never stopped you before and we both know it

A: Well the man was not shoving bloody mary’s down my throat now was he

Z: YOU ordered your fourth on your OWN volition

A: I did no such thing

Z: And YOU were the one who invited our server on a booze cruise

A: I do not recall

A: I suddenly cannot read

Z: Smh

A: Also we are actually friends with tamar now so that was a W

Z: W

A: W

Z: W

A: W

A: asdfj; STOP DISTRACTING ME. let me continue. We got drinks

Z: You got drinks

A: And a topic of our app conversation was brought up, re: the picture I have of us two together

Z: A good picture

A: The best

A: Well the caption is ‘she’s single too’ and he uhhhhhh suggested a double date

Z: Pffffft

A: That’s what i said at first but then realized a. I did have that pic/caption so I should have expected this and 2. I know you think he’s cute and c. he has been one date vetted and is not a weirdo

Z: Who would he bring

Z: Wait i thought you liked him though

A: He’s on like a local club volleyball team, and said one of those guys. I think his name is Aleksander? But nikolai said he was nice too and they play together basically every other day

A: And ugghh i dont know maybe. Maybe more of a friendship vibe

Z: no cheeky little kisses for nikolai?

A: it’s early days

Z: i’ll drink to that

Z: also are you coming over later for love island

A: is the sun hot

Z: word

A: but would you be interested? Blind double date?

Z: I suppose

A: i see you faking nonchalance and i acknowledge that you are instead of calling you out on it

Z: how considerate of you

Z: what day are you thinking. Friday and saturday will probably be out for us

A: yeah i figured. Thursday after work?

Z: can’t. I have a happy hour with the newbies

A: be nice to them

Z: no

A: lol

A: I mean. Tomorrow? Is drinks on wednesday night too outrageous?

Z: eh maybe a little but who cares

A: it’s no thirsty thursday that’s for sure

Z: wet wednesday

A: i meaannnn here’s hoping?

Z: keep it in your pants

A: only if you keep it in yours!!!!!

Z: i want to say no promises but. Blonde

A: i feel like you’re lying to yourself you said he was hot

Z: for a blonde

A: -_-

A: i hope you fall in love . i’ll spend my speech laughing into the mic for ten whole minutes

Z: barf

A: :))

Tuesday, august 1. 15:08

A: Hey! Thanks again for Sunday, I talked to my friend and she is interested!

Nikolai - bumble: Awesome, sounds good! Aleks is really looking forward to it as well

A: Glad to hear! Does 6:30 work for you guys?

Nikolai - bumble: Yep that should be good

Nikolai - bumble: Have you guys ever been to little palace? I think it’s between our places of work, they have a pretty good happy hour but they’re still a pretty nice establishment

A: Yes we love it there!! Let’s meet there

Nikolai - bumble: Sounds good, see you guys then!

Wednesday, august 2. 19.58

A: ZOYA

Z: ALINA WHERE TF ARE YOU COME BACK IDK WHICH FORK TO KILL MYSELF WITH

A: HE FOLLOWED ME INTO THE BATHROOOMAF A

Z: HE WHAT

A: HE FOLLOWED ME. AND WALKED INTOT HE EMENS ROOM AND WAS LIKE LETS’ GO AND I WAS LIKE. WHOMST IN THEE FAFUCK

Z: WHERE IN THE FRESHEST HELL DID THIS GUY SOCME FROM

A: NO I’M NOT DONE AND I SAID NO I HAVE TO PEE AND HE

A: WALKED INTO THE LADIES ROOM

A: AND INTO A STALL. AND SAID OKAY

A: AND I WAS

Z: AHAHAHHAHAA WHAT THE FUCK

A: I WAS LIKE I’M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU IN THIS BATHROOM STALL OF THIS FUCKING FAMILY RESTUARANT YOU ABOSOLUTE HEATHEN AND I LITERALLY HAD TO PUSH HIM OUT OF THE BATHROOM

Z: BROOOO WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

A: I HATE IT HERE

Z: wait but he’s not back at the table

Z: come back. Pls

A: i’m peeing talk to nikolai

Z: he went to the bar

A: why go to the bar when we have our waitress WHICH BY THE WAY ALSO WHAT THE FUCK

Z: WHO HITS ON THE WAITRESS WHEN UR ON A DATE

A: IN FRONT OF ME AND ME CHIPPIES

A: AJSD;F THIS FUCING GUY APPARENTLY

Z: omg alina i found him

A: oh no don’t tell me

Z: HE’S AT THE WAITRESS STAND TALKING TO LIKE THREE OF THEM AHAHHHAHAHAAHA

Z: LITERALLY I AM SHOCKED AND SPEECHLESS AT THIS MAN LIKE???????WHAT?????

A: NAURRRRRRRRRRR

A: WHO THEE FUCK DOS NIKO PLAY VOLLEYBALL WITH LIKE WHAT IS THIS

Z: I GUESS ANYONE CAN JUST SIGN UP TO PLAY LOCAL VOLLEYBALL THESE DAYS UNREGULATED AJSD;F

Z: oh christ he’s coming back i honestly cannot spend five minutes alone with this grandpa

A: AJDK;F A GRANDPA IT’S TRUE

A: SURE GRANDPA LETS GET YOU TO BED

Z: OK HE’S WALKING I’M RUNNING TO THE BAR DO YOU WANT ANYTHING

A: MARG PLS

Z: LET IT BE KNOWN THIS IS THE FOURTH AND YOU ARE ORDERING WITH LITTLE TO NO FORCE FROM ME

A: IT IS KNOWN

Z: NORMAL OR SPECIALTY

A: WHAT AM I A HEATHEN!!!!!!!! THE SPECIALTY

Z: OKAY

Z: POOP FASTER COME BACK SOON PLS

A: BE THERE ASAP

Wednesday, august 2. 20.17

HINGE CONVERSATION BETWEEN ALINA AND MAL

*Alina invited Mal to start the chat*

Mal: hey

Alina: do you like nuts

Mal: sure they’re alright

Alina: what kind

Mal: I like cashews

Alina: what about your dick nuts

Mal: um

Alina: those are my favorite

Mal: oh

Alina: sorry im a LADYY. Obviousliyf im not going to begin this conversation with sexting right

Alina: asdjf; WRONG so abot those nuts malyen

Mal: are you okay

Alina: i want to gobble them up like a thanksgiving gravy

Alina: that makes no fukcinga sense because i wont gobbel gravy itts turkey you idiot

Alina: i’m not gobbling anything. Keep your hands to yurself MAL

Alina: if that’s even your nAME

Mal: It is?

Alina: do you swallow

Mal: uh

Alina: what that tongue do

Mal: it does fine

Alina: i’M NOT LOOKIGN FOR JSUT FINE

Alina: MAL I KNOW YOUR’E BETTER THAN THAT

Mal: uhhh I’m sorry I don’t really know what you want me to say here

Alina: i’m saying that i awnt you to lick that pus*sy with the ferocity of a starving man

Mal: not sure the asterisk really helps

Alina: AR E YE STARVING OR NOT

Mal: if i’m being honest i’m mostly just confused

Alina: MALLL MAL mal mal mal. Read the signs im hard up we both like cachews and it does fine enoughojd;a

Mal: uhh

Wednesday august 2. 21.24

GROUP CHAT: the slutty nunnery

A: genyaaaaaa

G: hey ladies

A: no more ladies. Just me

G: oh?

Z: dont listen ot her

A: ZOYA YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

Z: AHDFHAHHAHAH

A: YOU ARE DEAD TO ME

G: are you guys still on the date??

Z: the boys left but we are putting something in our stomachs that is not alcohol

A: chippies

A: NO CHIPPIES FOR YOU ZOYA GENYA DO YOAU KNOW WHAT THIS BITCH DID TO ME

G: oh boy

A: HER AND NIKOLAI

A: WHO FIRST OF AL WAS ALL OH NAURRR I’M NOT GOANN LIKE HIM HE’S BOLONDE IM ZOYA I HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST HAIR AND NIKOLAID’S HAIR THREATENS IMINE

Z: i dont sound like this

G: eh

A: they take my TELEPHONE while aleksander tries to swoon me

A: AND THEY GO ON MY HINGE

Z: honestly i stand by this aleks was a shit date for you

A: ADN THEY START SWIPING AND THEY CONVERSE WITH ONE (1) MAL

G: ... does that name sound familiar

A: YES IT ADOES BECAUSE HE’ S UMY FUCKING WORK CRUSH GENYA AND HE’S AOS CUTE AND I WAS GOING TO ONE DAY ASK HIM OUT PROBABYLY NOT BUT NOW I NEVER CAN

Z: pffttt sure you can we just sped along the process if anything

A: NO I CANT BECAUSE YOU TOLD HIM I LIKED HIS DICK NUTS

G: ahahhahah

A: NO GENYA DON’T LAUGH HTIS IS NOT LAUGHING

G: i’m sorry i take it back

A: i thought i was having a love island girl summer and that WAS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HAPPENED OTNIGHT

G: what about nikolai?

A: PFTTTT YEAH ZOYA WHAT ABOUT NIKOLAI

Z: he’s fine

A: he is not just fine they were canoodling and he had his ARM around her WAIST and they kept PUSHING AND SHOVING EACH OTHER OVER MY PHONE

Z: he kept texting dumb shit at least i had some class

A: the first thing you asked him was if he liked nuts

Z: you like to snack alina it’s good to have common interests

G: she has a point

A: DONT CHANGE THE SUBJECT ZOYA

Z: I’LL DO WHAT I WANT

A: they were fools genya. Fools

G: ooohhhh nothing i love to see more

Z: he was the only viable option

G: wasn’t it literally a double date

A: barely grandpa was straight up not doing okay

G: ...GRANDPA

Z: genya this man was 39 years old and literally showed up piss drunk

A: at 6:30 on a wednesday

Z: yeah and when we ordered drinks he ordered two at the same time and alina and i were like oh haha okay

Z: but then he hadn’t finished those and then ordered TWO MORE

G: girl what…...

A: he was a literal mess i’m still speechless that a man SHY OF FORTY can act this way asj;df

G: ewww what omg stay away from us get a job what??? Is this allowed???

A: on a date with THREE PEOPLE IN THEIR TWENTIES NO LESS

Z: tbf he didn’t ~look~ old but yeah he literally acted like a sixteen year old which is somehow worse

A: HE KEPT FLIRTING WITH ETHE WAITERS

G: LMAO WHAT

A: yeah he literally had his arm around me and was flirting with our waitress and did that multiple times

Z: it was honestly wild to see

G: ew i do not miss being single

A: BOOO

Z: HISS

G: hehe sorry

G: are you guys stil there? Are you okay to get home do you need me to get you?

A: our chippies just came but i think we’ll be okay thanks babes

A: unless you want to come eat with us wait until you hear about what this mans did in the bathroom

G: ….

G: terrifying sentence. I’m on my way

#hehe #LITERALLY SOME OF THIS IS WORD FOR WORD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SISTER #this guy existed and it's true he was 39 and he showed up drunk and all the things he did in this fic HE DID ON THE DATE WITH HER #so yeah don't do that #writing zoyalai!!!! exciting #malina #mal x alina #alina x mal #zoyalai #my writing #fic #malina fanfic #zoyalai fanfic

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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X-men Evolution; the great 2021 rewatch liveblog

exactly what it says on the tin, about halfway through the show I had TOO MANY FEELINGS and had to start writing some of them out haha (gets quite gambit & rogue/gambit heavy in the latter half, Because of Who I Am as a Person)

- this is my childhood’s x-men, my formative experience with them, and I’m happy to report that still seems like a good thing. the little eleven year old within me gets to geek out and have a good time with the characters and the surprisingly good animation and writing, adult me gets to CACKLE at regular intervals at the fashion/technology/absolute bonkers hot garbage comic book nonsense they use to justify a storyline every now and then, it’s been a good time

- I was like ‘ah well it is super dated it probably won’t be quite the same now’ and then rogue’s HAIR did the THING in the opening and ‘it’s all coming back to me now’ started playing in the background... the little baby queer in me swooning across time and space

- such a good beast, both his design and the writing, my heart aches for him all the time. he’s just so passionate! about being a teacher! helping young humans learn the stuff they’ll need in life! the most wonderful nerd man, just let good things happen for him

- I’m going to go ahead and assume that rogue’s ‘crush’ on scott is more of a deeply complex psychological process about desiring normalcy and intimacy and trying to figure out if she’s queer and dealing with her emerging sexuality and latching on to the first and best safely unavailable and nonthreatening older boy to project these issues onto rather than actually being a real thing, because I respect her so much as a person and I cannot bring myself to imagine she’s honestly attracted to a man who has POSTERS OF CARS on his bedroom wall. (I’ll give jean a break just because she seems to have a longer deeper history with him that might counteract some of that libido-kill, and also she’s a jock so lol)

like I am very sorry but can u imagine being a teenage girl with any interest in a boy with model cars in his bedroom when gambit’s swanning around being a much, much, much worse choice on almost every possible level but in a teen girl kryptonite kind of way? inconceivable

(I drag scott quite a few times in this and it’s not because I don’t love him, it’s just his tragedy to be the most draggable man in the world)

to be fair by the time gambit shows up that whole Situation has mostly played itself out I suppose but still

- toad’s design is so ineffably brilliant, I can’t quite tell you why but that ugly cute charm has really stuck with me, he’s one of the characters I remembered the best to this day just visually

- poor evan... he truly never had a chance, did he, they just saddled him with the most 90s teen bullshit they could come up with like he’s some kind of ‘what adult writers think teens like’ frankenstein’s monster ;______; it’s not your fault honey

- poor poor POOR storm, she gets one focus episode and they were like ‘we’re going to make an episode so racist -- ‘

I’m still STUNNED at how bad it was, but undeniably I laughed hysterically to the point that my neighbours were probably worried when that dude was earnestly like ‘He [stunningly breathlessly racist caricature of a ‘witch doctor’ guy] has stolen her powers, and he’s going to use them to take over Africa!!!’ fhajsdlfhsakjldfh oh really? tell me more, like how the fUCK this could be on television within my life time fasdlfhsdkjfhsad f just... fahjksdfh

- it’s a testament to gambit’s appeal as a character that his charm can survive what they’ve done with his hair and beard choices in this one fajskfhs regrettable but true I still fuckn LOVE him and in my highly biased yet Correct opinion he should have been around much more. get you a man who manages to stay hot through sheer Vibes even with a bowl cut

- aw scott/jean is kind of sweet in this show even if it’s taking them forEVER to get there, I like it

- it’s very nice of rogue to not mention magneto’s romantic daydreams and nostalgic memories about charles xavier after touching his face that one time... or maybe her brain did her a service and repressed it, there’s some stuff you shouldn’t have to know about your father figure

- the danger room is the very definition of ‘why do we even have that lever’ and I wonder what the fuck prof x does to have enough money to replace everything that gets busted all the time

- I’d say that a lot of the writing holds up surprisingly well! (but some of it is also incredibly inexcusably racist in ways that beggar belief, so... not full marks here) the characters have distinct voices and their arcs are set up and delivered on solidly for the most part, and there’s a lot of love showing through in small moments that are just there to have a funny/interesting thing to say about the characters and how their powers work separately and in combination. listen, sometimes I get so thirsty for like. basic goddamn competency in storytelling, let me have this

- ugggggh why is there captain america in my x-men have I not suffered enough... very very funny when prof x goes ‘sounds like you knew rogers personally’ and logan is like ‘I did ;)’ *all the students ganging up on steve rogers* “did you fuck our teacher, captain america?!”

- fskadfhas WHY are you showing me hot young-ified magneto’s ass fksjahfskj charles is not even here to see it, what a tragic waste erik

- ...I was sort of kidding before but uh I think logan genuinely did fuck captain america (or at least wishes very much that he did lol)

- wanda can have a little watching the world burn. as a treat for the way every single adult in her life has fucking failed her (’aren’t they treating you well here’ professor x she’s in a straightjacket)

- poor rogue tho can you imagine finding out after your biggest crush on a girl yet that she’s your fucking MOM in disguise... I would break out in cold sweat every time I thought about a boob forever after

- well seems like they really just had all that homoerotic rivalry stuff between quicksilver and spyke in their first ep only to never do anything with that again ever?? I mean even without the gay undertone that seems like a dynamic you spent most of an episode setting up writers what the hell haha

- dslhfkasjlh GAMBIT THERE HE IS MY BOY IS ON THE SCENE THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! I don’t even care about his awful hair situation or the fact that his eyes are wrong here (coloured contact lenses, maybe, for a watsonian explanation? though he’d probably have to get them made special, considering he needs the sclera and the iris covered up in different ways, I’ve seen some comic panels indicating he has been known to?)

(cute little detail: when he shuffles the cards the first time we see him he ends with removing the top card to show the ace of hearts beneath <3 foreshadowing baBEY he’s a... good-ish boy deep down. hey he tries okay shit gets complicated sometimes lol)

- cracking UP at gambit perched cheerily on the edge of a crate dispensing cards in the middle of the battle... he’s like ‘eh it’s a livin’ sfsajkhf remy stop working for supervillains just because you had nothing to do on a thursday afternoon and they said they’d pay you

- I’m guessing magneto must have imposed a strict order of silence on these guys or something because I cannot imagine any other reason for him to shut up, especially once he notices rogue is a QTE (or, far more likely, they hadn’t settled on any voice actors for the new characters until next season haha. it is kind of odd that they’re all keeping up near monastic silence, though, even sabertooth lol)

- WHAT an epic first meeting for us rogue/gambit fans here... first his shadow like there’s fireworks going off behind him lighting him up and then he gives her the fuckn king of hearts and she’s so enchanted by his dumb handsome face she doesn’t even notice it’s about to blow up in her hands and it all happens in heavily meaningful silence afjsdfjashjk no wonder this ship ingrained itself in my hindbrain

yeah look smug while you can remy she’s gonna have you on your knees one day and you’ll be happy about it lol

- god storm is so COOL, everything just fading out of focus when she really gets going... give her more screen time, show!!

- mystique is every person... this person... that person... that bird... that cat... that wolf... I’m not even sure she’s not also me... are you sure she’s not you?

- holy fuck I respect the hell out of the decision to just... blow up the entire status quo in a season ender, I only vaguely remembered that (actually in general I appreciate how good the continuity is -- buildings and places that get damaged in battles need to be repaired or rebuilt, it makes the consequences feel more real even when no one gets seriously hurt. where they get the money to restore scott’s car and logan’s motorbikes every time they go cablooie is still an open question tho lol is it credit card fraud, professor? is it telepathically acquired blackmail???)

- I first watched this when I was nine or so, so it’s a real experience to go from my starry eyed intrigued ‘oh my god... they’re teenagers’ to my horrified adult perspective of ‘oh my god... they’re TEENAGERS D:’

that goes double for the brotherhood boys honestly, I’m here with tears in my eyes like ‘I’m sorry the system has failed you so badly you’re all just a bunch of dumb kids whose caretakers clearly fucked up spectacularly’

like lance is always waiting for mystique to come back because she’s the closest thing he has to a safe parental figure, may we speak about how crushingly depressing that is

- rogue is so ready to throw hands at literally any moment and for that I love and treasure her immensely (I think getting to see her be so surly and unreasonable and sometimes difficult and jealous, like any teenager, meant a lot to me as a kid who was not really allowed to be any of these things, this version of the character has stayed with me so deeply. she holds on so fiercely to her right to feel what she feels and be what she is even when it’s ‘ugly’ or unreasonable, which I think plays in really interestingly with how her powers involve getting invaded by other people’s thoughts and memories to the point of overwhelming her own sense of self and the fact that she clearly has a lot of self-loathing and self-consciousness and confusion about her identity as well. I love her so much)

- oooof this is the ‘the gang experience a microaggression’ episode huh (well more like macroagressions really)

hits a bit different with adult eyes and perspective huh

- hearing jean sound almost like a child when she says ‘that’s so unfair!’ somehow has me like ;______; -- she has to be so adult and responsible all the time, and having her be reduced to the kid she still is and should get to be in front of this awful awful man she could squash like a bug with the flick of a thought... ugh I’m Big Sad (it is funny that jean seemingly plays Every Sport tho djfhaskj)

- MY BOY IS BACK!!! this time with the duster coat and his eyes the right colour, im so happy (too bad about the subdued colour scheme tho; I adore his dumb bright pink getup with my whole heart)

it’s kind of adorable that he takes the time to take the bullies aside and go ‘I know these guys can’t wreck you without getting expelled, but I think you’ll find no law set down by god or man would stop me from doing so whenever I wanted to. so piss off and leave them alone’ lol he’s looking out for them, in his own way

- in this episode: remy lebeau wrangles some kids while looking bored yet mildly amused the whole time. what the fuck does magneto have on you for you to agree to this level of babysitting duty buddy

- fun detail I noticed b/c when I get a fave I hyperfixate: he gave rogue the king of hearts before, but he ‘introduces’ himself to the brotherhood here (lol) with the jack of hearts, probably to symbolize he’s here as someone who works for magneto in this setting and not as his own man? it’s a demotion he’s given himself there, anyway, might be he’s not very pleased about his current position huh

- I like it when rogue and kitty team up, they’re not very effective together but their squabbling is so cute and non-aggressive

- pietro is what draco malfoy would be if I ever found malfoy interesting to watch for even one moment, every time quicksilver talks I’m like ‘what wonderfully insufferable thing is going to come out of your mouth this time you little shit :’)’

- a) why are scott and logan shirtless for this scene? I am not complaining on the logan side of things at least but why and b) I laughed so hard I almost fell off my couch when scott asked logan if he’d ever been in love and he was like ‘once. she was the most beautiful bike I ever saw’ falsdfhaskjfhsakjlfhasklhjfd THE BEST VERSION OF WOLVERINE EVER, ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES

- mystique’s sheer dedication to being a petty bitch is kind of inspirational tbh, almost makes me want to go on a completely bonkers and extra crusade of personal revenge myself

- oooh they’re doing some genuinely cool things with vision/lack of vision in this one (it’s the scott left on his own in the desert without glasses one btw) even visually, dang! I’m so sad this show didn’t get more seasons than it did, honestly, it deserved it

- hell yeah jean wreck her, go get your man with the suspiciously specific clothing damage normally done to female characters

awww :’) okay yeah they’re super sweet, I love the tiny loving animation details like how he leans his head against her and her stroking his hair away from his eyes

- nooo don’t bully evan leave my t0tally r4dical sk8er boy alone :(

- I love the running joke of people fleeing in blind panic only to reveal that what they’re running from is kitty’s cheerful well meaning little face fskfaskh

- scott and jean are already peak married after officially being together for one episode and it’s adorable, and they just stone cold threw logan under the bus, rip wolverine we hardly knew ya

fjasdlfasldfhslajdkfhsadkjlfhsdkjalfhsdakfh h jean establishing herself as the alphabitch of this relationship by throwing her man to the wolves right after dsjfhaskjfhaskjhfsakjdhfaskjhfaskdhfskjahfskdajhf get smarter or get volunteered scott

- ...eyepatch lady is so hot ngl

oh evan went to the place hank used to go to calm down ;________; (honestly he’s kind of won a place in my heart just by being a pretty normal teenage boy haha)

- jesus fucking CHRIST can you imagine being storm having to look her sister in the eye as she tells her ‘I lost your only child, he’s *vague gesture* somewhere in the sewers we think’ this poor woman

- amanda the self admitted monster fucker you are so VALID (I love her and her family’s design so much tho!)

- it’s so cool that even in his human ‘disguise’ kurt’s fingers follow the shape of his actual hand beneath it rather than moving like a five fingered hand, it’s such a lovingly consistent little detail

- magneto and mystique in a breathless race to see who can be the shittiest parent... tune in next week for yet another parental nadir (also some low-poly gambit appearances in this one, for those at home keeping score (me), he’s in the background looking like someone drew him with their eyes closed fakjldfhasd look how they massacred my boy)

- someone please teach the brotherhood boys about consent huh

- jean ‘soccer mom before her time’ grey and her SUV dfhakjlhds :’)

- im sobbing rogue baby girl i’m so sorryyyyyy, this voice actress is so good, my parental instincts suddenly kicked into overdrive hearing the crack in her voice :( (bb me was right tho rogue centric episodes ARE the best episodes. that tension between ‘do I identify witn this character or am I crushing on her?? both???’ now has the fun new addition of ‘oh god oh no you are a baby I want to shield you with my body from everything trying to hurt you’)

- mystique is like ‘so you see despite you telling me you never wanted to see me again I completely disrespected that and posed as a friend your age, manipulated you by offering you the mirage of direly needed emotional intimacy and belonging and added some sprinkles of homoerotic tension to it just to massively worsen your already existing grievous psychosexual trauma and identity issues... out of love’

god go jump in a black hole you fucking monster

- there’s some very interesting and quite subtle subtext about the people she’s morphing into and what that says about her mental state/how it shows off some of her emotional baggage with the rest of the team. it’s like she’s switching between people/powers that fit the purpose as if she’s going through cycles of fight/flight (and then bursts of freeze where she’s herself, which is... so sad)

- this whole episode is hurting my heart but rogue at full power is undeniably epic

- ‘professor x get your goddamn act together and get this poor girl some fucking tHERAPY’ challenge

- SAFE PAPA LOGAN ;_____;

- EYYYYYY opening straight on My Lad, I cannot stop winning!!!!!

fasdfhsad disintegrating the window with a smiley face... remy I do love you more than my heart can bear honestly, hello may we speak about the fact that his urge to be a little shit is so deep and strong it survives mind control (that little breathed out ‘hiah!’ as he vaults the fence too dsakfjsd)

hahaha and he does up the coat fhsalfdsaj

- magneto dismissing other telepaths like ‘puh-lease, your Meaningful Looks have got nothing on my ex-husband’s’

- :’) rogue and kurt sibling timeees

- say what you want but this pyro guy’s got job satisfaction in being a creepy arsonist with a weird recurring horse theme (well at least twice but still weird)

- I love how beast is the kindest man to ever walk the earth but also straight up savage, this man drags people so hard their ancestors wince in their graves

- gambit taking the time to complete the guard’s game of solitaire -- this episode is giving me everything I want. u little disgrace mr lebeau

and THEN he takes the spider out in the most hilariously bonkers way my heart is so FULL

(I love that when magneto moves by he looks startled and has to quickly move his head out of the way to avoid getting kicked in the temple too that’s a fun detail)

I’m so INTO how this sequence shows off that his greatest strength isn’t even his powers (which are pretty straightforward, really, he makes go boom, longer time and bigger thing bigger boom) but that he’s clever and creative and always extremely ready to be the most harebrained-bananapants-extra-in-a-deceptively-laidback-sort-of-way person in the room (I actually have some genuinely Deep Thoughts about how his whole character does a really interesting thing with having the straightforwardly destructive nature of his powers yield to what his nature as a person is, and how using the playing cards play (heh) into it, maybe I’ll write it out some day. just the fact that he could use anything, but he deliberately chose something that adds style and playfulness and corny charm to it and that also limits the damage of the explosions compared to if he habitually used something with more mass... I find it fascinating how much he’s made a story around himself with it and how deeply it shows he does have a good heart, at the end of the day, in almost a metatextual way. he doesn’t want to destroy things or people, he’s at worst (and best lol) a thief.)

- I honestly have literally no memory of white nick fury (which seems so weird now isn’t it funny) in this series from when I was a kid, he clearly did not make an impression on me lol

- mr wolverine ‘assigned canadian at birth’ x-men

- oh man I dig the androgynity of x-23′s outfit (even tho they had to compensate with the long hair, which... kind of doesn’t make sense in-universe but does on a design level because it’s a crucial thing that she’s a female clone of logan so yeah okay fine whatever have your arbitrary gender markers if you must haha)

ooooooh that’s actually really clever, they make her gender gradually more obvious as she unravels through the episode and her outfit changes -- first the mask coming off, and then her jacket opening to show her silhouette more clearly, that’s cool!

- my god what really sets this show apart is how much it invests in little character and relationship moments, it’s just so fucking GOOD! it gives laura looking in on those moments such depth and weight because it’s new to her but established to us as an audience, this is how you make found family devastating people (storm growing bonsai trees is so charming too haha)

- ooof this is honestly quite harrowing

SHE’S SO SMALL COMPARED TO HIM I’M CRYING (at least that part of his genes translated over faslkfsjdh short king, I say this with all the love and support of a fellow short monarch)

- tabitha seems to just be running around doing precisely whatever the fuck she wants and you know what I support her even if she is an asshole her father left her a bunch of trauma and no fucks left to give

- still thrilled about professor x explaining the spider key fuckup to magneto after the fact like ‘magnus you dumb bitch this is why we split up’

- awww kitty has anime and movie posters on her wall and sleeps with a stuffed toy :’)

- remy rogue

🤝

doing completely unnecessary parkour around the brotherhood living room seemingly just for the hell of it... I’m not saying soulmates but fucking soulmates

- fhsadkjlfhsakjldfhsadjkfhsdajkfh just as gambit’s soul-level need to be a little shit survived his bout of mind control, rogue’s deep and urgent desire to kiss gambit full on the mouth survived hers I can’t breathe

she looks so pleased with herself too GOOD FOR YOU GIRL at least get something out of this other than more trauma

also not only the fact that he’s smart enough to figure out what’s going on (though he’s only partially right about who’s behind it. I do so enjoy gambit/mystique deep and sincere antipathy as a constant across all universes tho lmao pure wlw/mlm hostility) but also that he keeps fending her off like he’s not trying to hurt her even though she’s in nigh on unstoppable and invulnerable terminator mode... awww

- gambit having absolutely no patience for wolverine and sabertooth’s bullshit macho-off and consistently being this little biker trio’s one brain cell is adding years to my life with every passing moment

his voice is a little different in these scenes too, a bit softer and less like he’s trying to impress someone, it’s nice

- hank: well I barely recognize any of these (completely made up) ‘ancient egyptian hieroglyphs’ but from what I can make out -- *proceeds to infodump a perfect coherent narrative* fjdhfak

listen this whole thing is such nonsense on so many levels, I’m just turning my brain off so I won’t have to think about it okay, the compulsion to put ancient aliens in egypt haunts us as a culture

- I am CACKLING about gambit in the snow after having to listen to these two chucklefucks ooze testosterone at each other for hours

he started out taking it in good cheer and is now reduced to ‘dieu would both of you just jump off this fUCKING mountain please’

- ah. a little oops-a-daisy there, we seem to have unleashed the apocalypse. please stand by (they really don’t pull their punches with the season cliffhangers in this show haha)

- opening the season on gambit’s merrily grinning face is the easiest way to gain my favour. yes good this season may commence

baby u r my

ANGELLLLLLLL

(he’s so cute here tho haha I think it shows the design isn’t unsalvagable, just get him better hair and stubble more like logan has and you’ve basically got it)

love his exasperated eyeroll when the dude gets spooked (by his eyes? or just the general weirdness?) too

he’s just trying to keep this crazy family of evil mutants together and unmurdered by one another until they’ve managed to avert the end of the world, bless him

- oh NO rogue’s LIP wobbles my hhhhhheart ;____; such a good animation detail to put in

- like... I know kurt is just a sad scared teenager with a lot of shit going on and all the adults are too busy averting the end of the world to help him... but buddy maybe don’t ask your sister to wake her abuser (who forced her to kickstart the end of the world!!!!!) when she feels utterly unsafe even with her statue version around huh

- ...wanda is good and I want only good things for her. and for her dad to be disemboweled for what he did to her both the first time around and when he forced her to forget I mean what

- magneto throwing an epic satelite-slinging tantrum b/c ‘no I am the biggest sexiest strongest mutant of the pack :(’... erik fucking get over yourself

- yes boys absolutely go along with a plan suggested by a dude who looks at you like this

nothing bad can come of this surely asdfkhsa

- lance’s quarter of a braincell always trying to go ‘hey wait, maybe... not do this???’ and it never helps lol

- in this episode: Logan Has A Bad Day

...some very specific bondage positions he’s held in here, I am sure this episode awakened something in someone once upon a time lol

- logan shielding x-23 with his body... im fine it’s okay I’m not crying don’t look at me

- afsdhlsdfjasdlk those sure are some ‘scottish’ accents flsadkjhkdsjahfsd

- scott relieved to finally be able to cede the position of ‘charles xavier’s least favourite son’ to someone else fjsaklfhsajd (poor scott it’s not your fault honey)

supremely cowardly to suggest there is an ex-wife involved rather than charles slutting his way around the british isles back in the day but okay

- kurt with a cold is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. it’s okay kid it’ll get better soon

- ...is there an implication here that professor x is naturally blond. because I am losing my entire little mind about it (i mean he at least has to carry the gene, as does this lady?)

ETA: upon doing some research into this I can indeed confirm that charles xavier does seem to be naturally blond, and after this knowledge I will never be the same

- “listen, dracula” fskdafghasd oh scott you sweet baby angel I love you

- I know jean’s abilities are a bit ‘as strong or as weak as the plot needs right now’ at this point (so you can have the setup for what’s going to happen with them eventually and she’s basically invincible ;____;), and normally I’m cool with it but god I want her to just squash lucas like a little bug

- ewwwww please don’t ever say ‘daddy’ like that again

- ...what the fuck is even going on this episode’s a mess

like okay the split personality thing could be something but the way it’s done... what just happened lol

- MY BOY EVAN IS BACK! with a real glowup too (...though kind of weird how he suddenly looks like a grown man)

- augh scott’s eyes are so pretty oh my god ;__________________________;

- that episode in the first season where evan makes the ‘this is my new family!!’ video is so sad now (also, again, his poor poor parents)

- time for: life affirming road trip with gambit (involuntary) faskljdfhaskjd

stunt therapist remy lebeau

- I mean the way he goes about it is batshit insane and it’s very much secondary to what he’s actually up to but this is the first time rogue’s sounded genuinely hopeful and confident and like herself in like a season <3

- he is disconcertingly pleased about her nearly throwing him off the train, and may I just say I agree it’s so nice to see rogue with her old fire back

- the first time I watched this it was of course dubbed into norwegian, so I had no idea either of these characters were southern lol (though to be fair I probably wouldn’t have had much context for what it meant exactly either, I was like ten at the time and not too interested in america) I seem to dimly remember the norwegian voice actor did a little more of a ‘french’-tinged accent for gambit all over tho haha

- you know what respect where it’s due, pyro dude knows to live his life for the lols and one has to admire his sociopathic dedication to it

interesting that he, too, seems to have fucking hated magneto -- I wonder if the implication here is that he kept all the acolytes in line with blackmail or by keeping something/one hostage? (except sabertooth maybe he’d just have to say ‘you get to fuck shit up and fight wolverine’ and that’d be enough)

- fsdakfhsd he’s so focused on her he doesn’t notice that guy about to hit him fkafhsa

- fuck everything else except whatever the hell these two’ve got going on

- it’s weirdly cathartic to have rogue have a conversation with someone who was not happily adopted as well, I don’t think kurt like. gets it because his parents loved him unconditionally and still do

birds of a feather motherfucker

- fun detail: when the x-men team are on the shore and logan is sniffing around scott is stepping in something and trying to wipe it off his boots in the background

- when he wakes up after passing out from the touch he’s smiling even though she’s standing over him looking like the rage of god outlined by the moon fsajfsa well the last time he passed out like that it was from a kiss, maybe he still has some hopes and dreams in that direction lol (also he recovers from the tumble down the hill first and is checking on her before accidentally brushing her cheek with his hand, which I thought was sweet)

and it was in that moment he knew he fucked up *passes out*

- ‘I can explain’ can u remy. can u

- did it ever even occur to you to just. ask her. to help you. I mean I know it didn’t but like rogue’s always one second away from throwing hands with some bully and is stupidly ride or die, if you’d given her the puppydog eyes she would have crumbled immediately (fair enough I guess this entire episode is telling us he’s not from a background where he has much experience with people just helping him without a price haha)

- his eyes glowing when he’s angry or upset or using a lot of his power is undeniably cool as all hell. I’m just saying it would be Big Sexy if they sort of flickered with light in moments of genuine vulnerability okay

- his coat... his coat is what makes the Silhouette tm and I could not be happier about it

- another parent of the year contestant enters the running lol “hey remy have you ever considered that you’re more of a walking bomb factory than a person? that’s certainly how I think of you hahaha c’mon kid let’s go”

- the running joke of jean luc getting dollar signs in his eyes seeing the other mutant powers and gambit being like ‘nO!!!!’ and pulling him along is amazing haha

- from the way he looks when he touches rogue accidentally and the way he talks to his dad I’m sort of getting the feeling this gambit might actually be a bit younger than he looks?

here too -- idk why but it’s making the ‘wait is he baby???’ alarms go off in my head haha. very early twenties at most.

- and we’ve officially seen him with all the face cards in the heart suit folks! (yes this is the sort of thing my brain notices no I don’t know either)

- poor logan running his ass off this whole episode in a panic and then she’s like ‘nah he’s fine (in several meanings of the word ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) please put him down’ hfaskfsda

- rogue without makeup!!! her eyes look so naked like this haha <3

- oooh here’s a really interesting thing that tickles my brain a bit in this specific part of the scene where gambit frees his dad -- the part where he’s leaning against the door frame waiting for jean luc, who’s about to suggest using the opportunity to ruin the rival gang from the inside rather than slipping away while they still can

from his expression here he knows what’s about to happen, what jean luc is about to say, and it’s clearly a ‘man who thought he’d lost all hope loses last additional bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of situation. he KNOWS what jean luc is like, and it still hurts that he really, honestly can’t give him even this, can’t appreciate that remy’s already done all this shit for him when he extremely didn’t have to, without immediately (no really, it took him less than ten seconds to go there? jesus) demanding more.

remy tells him “I’m just here for you” and jean luc does not understand it. remy seems to be sincere in this motivation -- rogue certainly thinks so, having experienced it second hand and found enough at least emotional merit in it to decide he was worth saving even after all his bullshit (lol a bit of a running theme maybe. I think it’s very telling that after she absorbed mystique she was like ‘what the FUCK you’re a fucking monster’, and after she absorbed gambit she went ‘you did the wrong thing for the right reasons’ after she got over the first wave of outrage)

there’s also what he says as he stands there: “You don’t need me for that”, with the distinct implication that jean luc would only keep him around because he has a use for him and for no other reason -- and then jean luc shamelessly doubles down on that by specifying that it’s not even him he’s got a use for as such, just his powers. that’s some kicking puppies level of deliberately missing the point, it’s almost impressive in how cheerfully mean it is haha

this idea of using people is really important in this episode because remy’s doing basically exactly the same thing to rogue to begin with; it doesn’t really matter to his plan that it’s her that’s with him through this, just what her powers are. (I think it’s p r e t t y solidly implied that he does actually like her a lot outside of that too and maybe there is some comfort in having her around for this, but mostly he’s behind a smokescreen of lies through the whole thing sooo I doubt he’s even aware of it, honestly)

but then it does matter that it’s her when she comes back for him, even after what he did. and unlike jean luc he understands what that means, that she did that for him, and that she didn’t have to. and instead of asking her for more, in return he gives her the thing it’s been established is what he considers the most valuable thing he has; his ‘last card’, the thing he’s credited with keeping him alive many a time, basically. it’s gone from using to mutuality, a tentative place of friendship, and at the end of the day he is a different man than his adoptive father, with a capacity for selflessness and love he lacks. which is of course some of the same stuff going on with rogue and mystique too, except rogue acted from a more fragile and unstable place and did something she regrets, or at least has a LOT of doubts about now, and she found some catharsis in helping someone make a different choice in a similar situation. man there’s some Stuff going on under the surface here haha

(by the way it’s a weirdly... meaningless yet intensely meaningful thing, the gifting of a symbol? of an idea? but he’s putting something very crucial of himself into her hands, is the subtext, and he expects her to understand, which she also does seem to do. at the beginning of the episode he’s proving that he’s seen something true about her -- “You’re such an unhappy girl”, knowing where she comes from, the way she’s mourning her lost confidence and autonomy with her abilities -- and here she’s proving she’s seen something true about him. :’) I wish this show had gone on long enough for this dynamic to progress, it’s really interesting and touching)

- gambit dragging himself up onto dry land seeing someone approaching (to help?!): :D

gambit seeing that it’s logan and the look on his face: D:

- rogue using her powers so confidently and fearlessly in this episode tho!!!!

- *me crying* and then her FAMBILY comes to take her home and he says he’s looking out for her too and kurt still loves her even though they’re having a conflict thing between them and she’s finally able to use her powers without so much fear again and --

- ...did I just watch some baby lesbian love at first sight shit right now???

- okay last two episodes let’s go

- HELL YEAH STORM (I love that she’s like ‘don’t give me a dumb order like that and I won’t have to disobey it’ too sdfjsaj) her voice has such command I’m usually very much not the ‘step on me’ type butttt

- y’know I feel like apocalypse’s main fault across all versions I’ve seen of him is that he’s like an immortal superpowered god king and he’s not even sexy. like at least make him hot if he’s going to be insufferable in every other way

- also callout post for apocalypse: one time he made gambit into the Horseman of Death... and didn’t even make him sexy!!! you were handed remy lebeau, supreme bi disaster slut of the x men universe, and you couldn’t even make his brainwashed superpowered evil side hot?? a beautiful stubbled twunk with glowing red eyes and extremely charming :> face practically delivers himself into your hands and you do that to him???? I mean I’m sure apocalypse did some other bad stuff too but that was the worst one

(comics are so dumb y’all)

- having to watch jean cry is emotional terrorism!! ;___; she has such older sister/mom energy, whenever she gets sad and helpless it hurts

- oh, OH so PROFESSOR X you’ll make into a hunk and ~*strategically*~ rip his clothes to show off a nipple and a flawless pec in a way that makes me extremely uncomfortable because he’s like The Dad??? apocalypse you are rotten to the core this is unforgivable

- so wait wanda never actually gets her real memories back. what the FuCk I hope that was a dropped storyline because they ended the show tragically prematurely rather than like. the plan

- why is spyke calling storm ‘storm’ show that’s his auntie o!! >:(

- as a society we need to acknowledge that apocalypse looks like a fucking clown

- ooooh yeah I have been thinking that this show’s greatest visual weakness so far has been not having a visual way to show telepathy/battles of the minds, but this is a pretty cool way to do it! better late than never

- I’m so happy rogue gets to end this herself, since she was forced into starting it against her will, it’s just nice and neat storytelling

- YEAH FUCKING TELL HER KURT AND ROGUE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU and she has the temerity to look pissed off oh my god

the only valid thing mystique has done in her entire life is be in love with destiny. literally everything else she gets up to is a travesty. like I know objectively she’s hot but my loathing for her stops me from even appreciating it. I do enjoy loathing her tho so please don’t change her haha

(a bit odd to have kurt’s attitude to her swing so much but I’m just going to assume he and rogue had a good long conversation after ‘cajun spice’ and that he understands what’s going on better now)

- this last part is such a cruel tease faskdfhsdaj ‘here are all the cool-ass things we had planned. sucks you never get to see it huh’ im devastated

- magneto without his helmet and playing charmingly with children like charles is going ‘well at least I saved my marriage finally’ fsadkhfjsd (honestly tho I would be super interested in seeing how they’d redeem this magneto because he’s been a real bitch the whole time lol)

there’s an interesting thing here where magneto looks down at wanda as the last thing he does on screen before this epilogue part (yeah I hope it fucking haunts you forever what you did to her erik you absolute piece of hot garbage) and the last thing charles does is look at jean b/c he knows what’s going to happen to her and it breaks his heart... Dramatic Parallells

- just the hint of jean as the phoenix has me in full D:D:D: mode tho maybe I wouldn’t have survived it

- gambit in the last groupshot with his arm around rogue ;^) I mean I’m sure they’re headed for some turns and roundabouts along the way but what’s that thing she says as her wedding vow, that she’ll always find her way back? anyway that got me in my heart

- man I really wish this show had been given more seasons, we were barely even getting warmed up here :’(

#x men evolution #x men #gambit #rogue x gambit #aaah this is like therapy for me... just dumping all my emotions into a tumblr post and then let them go into the ether #I am now wondering if I'm desperate enough to go all the way back to the x-men animated series (which I've never seen before!)#like am I willing to go there for more Contente. time will tell I suppose #happy tag #...this is very long #MAN why can't I channel this dumbass energy into fiction writing I'd get so much DONE

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itspdameronthings · 3 years

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Unexpected Surprise

Summary: Happy thirsty Thursday. Got inspired by a Gif from my buddy,and writing partner for channel 2,@autumnleaves1991-blog. All you need to know that Doc( female reader ) gets a nice surprise.

Warning: adult content. no minors.

While so many people sleep in their warm beds. Some are either working or going home. Doc is going home after working a double shift. Was supposed to be home yesterday evening. Fait turned its ugly head. One nurse was a no show. Then a multi trauma. The nurse that bailed out has to work your shift for the next two days.

As you drive up to your house. See one red truck,and one that is supposed to be there. You sigh, Santi's green should be there. He is out of town. Another business trip. How you miss him. Has been gone for so long. Benny has been training a lot more. He comes home rather late. Normally you join him at the gym. Last few times you could not go.

After disarming the alarm. Enter your quiet home. Eating something can wait. Shower awaits your sore, sweaty, wiry body. Enter the bathroom. Not paying attention to what you were doing. Slowly opened the door to turn on the shower. A large hand grabs your wrist! You scream bloody murder. Notice your Benny. Water dripped over his hair. Helps you inside. Holds you against his chest," oh how I have missed you. Seems we never had any alone time since Santiago left. Hope you don't have to go back to work. I miss my baby." Pull him close to your body. Want to feel him against you. Letting a tired sigh," I'm free for the rest of the week. The nurse that bailed has to take my shifts. Also she has to do a couple of double shifts for the next 2 months." Benny kisses your forehead," let's not waste any time love. Want to make you cum like crazy. Only if you are up to it. I know you want to go right to bed." Kiss his neck," this is what I need right now. Come on, give into me." Benny chuckles as he kisses you deeply," only you would use a song title in a conversation. Turns me on."

Benny took no time to push you against the wall so he could kiss you all over. Reach out to touch him,but he looks into your eyes," not yet love. This is all about you. Let me take care of you." That is what he did. Worked his way down your body. Ready to lick your pussy. Start with long licks on your clit. You moan," damn! Stop teasing me! Take me benny! " takes a play from Santiago's play book. Tease you like crazy. He knows you are ready for his cock. Pulls you close so he could take you from behind. Continue to ram into you till you explode. Benny holds you close so the two of you could calm down.Hate when pulls out of you. Reached the body wash so he could clean you up.Didn't want to move. He turns off the water,and reaches for the towels to warm you up. Carries you to the bedroom,and puts one of his tees over you. He puts on his old ,navy sweatpants. Both of you crawl into bed. Lay your head on his bare,and still warm chest," wish you could stay in bed with me. Knowing you have to get to work pretty soon." Benny kisses your cheek, " actually the boss had issues to deal with today. Which gave the crew the day off. So rest up love. We are going to the gym tonight." You yawn," no can do baby. You and I are not moving from this spot. So turn off that lamp,and close those eyes so we can sleep! " Benny knows he can't argue with you. He looks down to see you are fast asleep. Pull you close," Sweet dreams baby."

Santi comes home. To see a beautiful site. His love fast asleep. He tried not to make any noise. Benny opened his eyes when he heard the sound of shoes falling on the floor," thought you were coming back till tomorrow." Santi sighed," things finally came together. So there is no need to stay." Santi gets into bed. Pull you close to him," I'm home baby." Finally your boys are home again. Now you can finally rest.

#triple frontier #benny miller #garrett hedlund #ben miller fanfiction

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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Happy Thirsty Thursday! 🍑🍆💦

I’m not sure if you’re up for writing for Nikolai but I saw this prompt and I just thought of him.

“you’re so cute I just want to eat you out”

“don’t you mean up?”

“no”

I Wish I Was The Moon (Nikolai x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Oh delightful full moon inspired smut

You floated along the lake on your back where you relished both the silence and solitude. The dark sky above you housed millions of stars hidden behind the smog of Manhattan where you lived. Nowhere in Sway Lake smelled like piss or garbage. Free from angry faces and graffiti. You were blessed to get away for the week.

You weren't certain if anything was hazardous to you as you swam naked not far from shore. You were so lost in your senses, ears underwater causing everything to be still except the faraway frogs and random cry of some bird. It prevented you from hearing the soft swish of someone swimming beside you.

“Privyet rybka” a deep Russian voice broke through the silence.

Startled all you could muster was a scream as you held your hands over your breasts and sank under the water. Bobbing back up, you began to tread water hoping you were far below the surface to hide your nudity.

“I promise I am here in peace. The USSR is no more,” he held his hands up in surrender.

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

“Is this not a free lake?” You assume he means public, but you nod in confirmation.

“Fair,” you're exasperated but drop pretenses and tread a bit harder. Your naked chest out of the water now catching moonlight. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I have business to attend to. For the Sways.” It's the first time you notice a canoe with a gas can perched on the front. “But I saw this gorgeous, naked woman just floating in middle of lake. I had to stop. Like a siren’s call.”

You rolled your eyes but somehow felt heat as it crept up your cheeks. Your eyes had adjusted and you looked at him properly. His wet, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Sharp jaw and full lips. Eyes that reflected the moon and seemed to stare right into you. Muscular arms circled languidly in the water attached to broad shoulders. He was, you lacked real words, beautiful.

“I have made you speechless?” his thick eyebrow arched. His eyes moved towards openly staring at your bare breasts.

“No. What business could you possibly have with the camp? And why the hell are YOU naked?” there was a giggle in your voice. His shorts were hanging over the side of the canoe.

“I thought you may be more comfortable if you weren't alone?” It was a question. The excuse didn't make any sense. Your look challenged him. “Fine! Easier to move naked than with wet shorts on, yes? I need to run and don't get caught, I go quicker without clothes.”

“You're out of your fucking mind if you think no one will catch you. They party til dawn,” you gesture towards a revelry away from where you had left your clothes.

“I will blend in. How many you think are doing,” he paused and thought, “HAVING sex right now? Too drunk and horny to notice one more naked person at a party. Besides maybe I'm a siren too? I've already had sex with one of them.”

“Only one? Whatever. You do what you have to, I never saw you. You're a ghost,” you started to swim back to shore. Annoyed at your peace deferred but also at how turned on you were by his voice. His face.

Your back to him, you picked up some speed. Unfortunately, fortunately? He followed and caught up easily. “Let me at least ride you back to the beach? Then I go in from the side and back and they'll never see me.”

You snorted and covered your mouth, “Ride me.”

“Hey! I have only been speaking English a few years. Forgive me,” there was a laughter in his voice too. “Come. I'll get you back, and maybe you'll help me?”

“Commit a felony? No thanks, I'm trying to have a career as a nurse.”

“Oh good!” he turned to swim back to his canoe.

He pulled himself up over the side and you couldn't help but stare at his naked body as he did so. Lithe like a swimmer. You couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his cock too before it all disappeared into the canoe. Christ even that wasn't bad looking

“I get hurt, you kiss me and make it better?” There was innuendo in his voice as he held a hand out to help you up into the boat. “I'm Nikolai.”

“And I'm fucking nuts,” you quipped and anchored yourself with his large hand as you crawled on behind him. You stopped caring about hiding your nudity.

“I've never met someone named fucking nuts. I thought Ollie sounded funny,” he began to row back to shore.

You watched the muscles in his shoulders and back flex and tense with motions. Hypnotized a bit, you began to fantasize about his arms and body crawling over you. Lying down on top of you. Pushing inside of you. You shook your head free of the filthy thoughts. Not that you wanted to, because you felt a sense of self preservation. You were better than the townies who bet every year how many tourists they could fuck.

Or were you?

“You and Ollie Sway are friends?”

“Comrades yes! Closer to brothers. We are inseparable. This is why I owe him a duty to protect his lake. Make it clean for him and his grandmother and everyone else good”

“By setting fire to the camp?”

“No! Just a little.. fun with the jet skis. But yes, the easiest way to get rid of them is to set them on fire.”

“Won't they explode?” You were starting to freak out as he maneuvered the boat on shore.

“I can only hope for the best!” He hopped out and grabbed the gas can and a zippo lighter. “Wait here for me.” It was a command, not a suggestion. “We will celebrate.”

“Celebrate? By doing what? Did you bring vodka?”

“Did I bring vodka? Because I'm Russian?” he feigned being upset.

“Well-”

Then a raucous laugh, “OF COURSE! It's in boat. But I meant a different way. You're so cute, I could eat you out.”

Your eyes wide, “You mean up? Language barrier right? The phrase is eat me up.”

“No. I meant what I said. It is definitely out.”

Uncertain of why or what you were doing, you laid on the grass along the lake shore. Your heart was racing along with your thoughts. Then a fire blazed up near the dock where the cabins were. You scrambled to your feet in a daze. Eyes wide and mouth agape with shock, you couldn't believe he did it.

Nikolai actually set them on fire. Those nasty, gas leaking jet skis that terrorized swimmers and destroyed the beauty of the lake. Maybe it wasn't necessarily the machines themselves, but the pig headed assholes who drove them. Still there was a smug satisfaction.

Then in a blur of arms and legs, Nikolai in his nude glory came racing across the hillside. A devilish look of delight on his lips and eyes as he grabbed your hand and tugged you along. There was an explosion behind you that caused each of you to duck and stop in your tracks. Hearts racing as you turned to watch several more small fireballs shoot upwards.

Nerves or adrenaline made you both start laughing hysterically. It was surreal. Your night of serenity and solitude turned into one of aiding and abetting a Russian ex-patriot in the destruction of personal property. It was, you remembered, a full moon.

Nikolai was breathing heavily in the stillness. His body tense as he waited for someone to follow, but no one came. The fire danced in his eyes that you noticed were green. Or blue? Or ever-changing. His lean body tan from the late summer sun.

“I didn't know Russians could catch a tan,” you spoke your thoughts out loud.

“Maybe I am Gypsy,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I work my magic on this place. They won't forget me. Or well, them I hope don't know it was me?” He scratched his head absently.

“Well I certainly won't forget you at this point. But wasn't there another offer I was meant to take you up on?” You heart pounds out a loud rhythm over the words you couldn't believe tumbled from your mouth.

Nikolai looked down at you and smiled again. The static in the air, or humidity, caused an electricity that ran through your body. Adrenaline made your hands shake with anticipation. This lake had a strange effect on all its visitors.

Then his hands were on your back and in your hair and your mouths were hungry for each other. Tongues and lips and teeth as you playfully nipped at him. He laughed and feigned hurt as you melted into him.

Your nails dug into Nikolai’s shoulders as he ground his hips into you. And erection hard against your thigh and your body responded in kind. Your mouths never stopped kissing as he pushed a knee between your legs so you had to straddle it. You rode it briefly, body unable to find control.

“A little fire and two naked people kissing,” his accent thick and low. “You're so ready for me, da?” There was a teasing in his question.

“Weren't you supposed to.. eat me?” you joked. only a little.

Nikolai backed away from you. “Get down on the ground.” A command again in lieu of a suggestion.

You complied and laid down. The grass and sand cool under your back. Nikolai followed. He parted your thighs to situate himself on top of you. His skin was warm and smelled like burnt wood as his mouth blazed a trail from your neck down over your body that arched reflexively underneath him.

You gazed up at the full moon as it shone down on the both of you. You stopped thinking, lost in the kisses that briefly strayed to your breasts. Lips that sucked and bit before they headed between them and over your stomach and to your sex.

Nikolai darted his tongue inside of you. It searched and snaked in and out. Traced up and down before it found your clit. His hands on your hips to pull you into him. Encouraged you to ride him as he lapped you. Tasted you and kept going. His tongue and mouth unflinching as you took a hold of his head and tangled your fingers in the thick waves.

“Fuck,” you moaned and writhed. You took a chance and looked down at him.

Nikolai locked eyes with you and your body started to lose control. His movements found a rhythm that never stopped. Just continued until you couldn't take it anymore and cried out. Your body exploded like the jet skis in the distance. The fire still reflected in his eyes as you both rolled through the orgasm.

“We blame it all on the moon, dorogaya,” Nikolai finally suggested.

His words filled your head as he kissed you behind the ear. You could smell yourself on him, taste yourself as he kissed you one more time.

“I must go. Ollie will be worried.”

You weren't so sure Ollie Sway even noticed the Russian was gone, but you didn't correct him. Then he was gone and you were left blissful in the silence and solitude. Still floating.

#robert sheehan #nikolai #nikolai x reader #thirsty thursday #request ☺️

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joshslater · 3 years

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Foreign Exchange

This is a re-release since the previous version got blocked for unknown reasons. I’m not going to bother to find yet another photo that doesn’t break the content rule, so you’ll have to imagine the lower part of a slim, white guy wearing red trunks with the outline of a massive penis. Or read the original story and more on my Patreon.

It all started in what was supposed to be a one week stay in Cape Town. I don't know what the airline had smoked, but a round trip from Europe sold for almost nothing during a few hours. Probably some clerical error in the pricing department. Whatever the reason, I shuffled some tasks around and manage to arrange myself a one week spring vacation. I had no idea of what to expect. Only thing I knew about South Africa was the Kruger Park, the worlds first heart transplant, excellent red wines, Apartheid and Mandela.

It started out amazing. I found a cheap place in Green Point, close to lots of the tourist places, and started to drink my way through South African wine bottles. It was on the third evening I made the wrong move. No, life altering move.

I was heading back to the hotel after some late evening sea side action. I had emptied a particularly good bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, rich with those mineral tones so prevalent in most South African wines. I was slightly sun burned, possibly lost and decidedly round footed when I walked up to two well dressed white men beating the shit out of black kid.

- Hey, stop that!

I said before my brain had fully reengaged. They did stop. One of the men stared right at me, eyes filled with disdain.

- What you say?

I didn't have time to answer him when something hard hit the back of my head with a thud and everything lost focus and disappeared.

When I came to everything was black and my head hurt like hell. I was lying awkwardly, hands bound behind my back, feet tied together, and some sort of bag tied around my head. The sound made me think I was in someones trunk, but I guess it could have been a van or a covered pick up flat bed just as well. In any event, the vehicle was running fast on what I assumed to be a highway. After a bit of struggle I concluded that I was not just bound up, but also tied down and couldn't move much at all. After a boring hour or so still drunk me slipped back into sleep.

Next time I woke up the vehicle was standing still. I was still as tied up as before, but I could hear someone speaking Afrikaan a few steps away. He came close, shuffled some things around, and then I felt a small prick on my arm. I barely had time to realize it was some sort of injection when I lost consciousness again.

Regaining consciousness was quite different third time around. I still couldn't see anything, but I could feel some swim style goggles around my head, probably blacked out. Now I was lying more properly on a firm bed or padded table. I tried to move, but like before I was tightly restrained. This time it felt more professional, like cuffs around arms and legs, and some kind of material pushing against the chest. And I was naked, I think. It was hard to determine, as the temperature was nice and I couldn't move, but I couldn't feel any clothes on my body. I tried to say "hello", but nothing came out.

This quickly became incredibly boring. I couldn't see or feel much. The smell was basically just some generic clean smell of faint detergent. With sounds there were a bit more variation. I could hear some HVAC rumbling once every 5 minutes, or so I guessed. In addition there was a constant low humming in the room. I could hear some faint sounds from outside the room. Perhaps infrequent cars coming and leaving outside the building.

By my estimate I was at least into the third wake hour when suddenly a door opened and I could hear a conversation between the two men who entered the room. They sounded quite far away, so the room was probably large.

"...so many in the database?"

"We use five key measurements combined into one value as sorting key. The circumference and length, both on flaccid and erect, are approximated into two cylinders. Balls are approximated as spheres. Then we just multiply the three volumes together to make the sorting key. First selection priority is of course bio-compatibility, but this size metric allows for fast selection within that set. It only brings candidates though. The final decision is more complex, of course."

"Complex how?"

"Well, let's ask the doctor himself. His coming here."

A third person entered the room.

"You talking about me?"

"Yes, we were just discussing the selection criteria"

"Ah. Well, since this is a demonstration we want to be bold, while being mindful of proportions and aesthetics. In addition to appearance we want to maximize as many of the secondary factors as possible from the paper. For this one we landed in using the Congo supply."

They were standing right next to me now. The "doctor" continued.

"So this is the subject. The first agent is being administered right now, as you can see. Any questions?"

I tried to say something. Anything. But only wheezing air came out.

"Is he trying to speak?", asked the first voice.

"No, he isn't. Come, let's look at the model", replied the doctor, and they left the room as quickly as they entered it.

6-8 HVAC cycles later I heard the door open again and several people walking into the room. I heard a women's voice close to me saying "Everything is green. Go ahead." and I again lost consciousness.

The room was barely furnished, completely white and bathed in light when I opened my eyes.

"Oh, how good. You are awake."

I heard a female voice in a strong South African accent. I turned my head and saw a fat, black South African lady smiling at me. I was super confused. I was in a hospital bed, but this didn't really look like a hospital, and she didn't look like a nurse.

"Wheh...", was as far as I managed on "Where am I" before my voice gave out.

"You need to drink a lot. Here, let me help", said the lady and gave me something that looked like a hospital version of a gym bottle. As I drank she continued.

"You had a traffic accident. Nothing serious. Just a concussion, so you were dismissed from the hospital to make room. This is a recovery home."

I was gulping water. Man, was I was thirsty. "Where are we?" I asked.

"Just outside the city, so still close to Johannesburg."

That's like at least 10 hours away from Cape Town. What the fuck had happened?

"What day is it?"

"It's Thursday today, dear. I'll go and get something for you to eat", the fat lady answered, and started to move towards the door.

Something just didn't feel right. It was Wednesday evening when I was kidnapped. "No, what date?"

"Thursday the 28th", she said from the door.

A whole fucking week.

I felt a sucking black hole in my gut. The lady seemed nice, but there was no way I would trust her right now. Perhaps she believed everything she had just told me, but clearly some things were not true. My head felt fine, as opposed to the last time I was conscious, but what about the rest? I didn't feel any restraints, just my body in a hospital gown, under some white sheets. In fact, nothing hurt anywhere. Just thirsty, still, hungry and a need to piss.

I could see a different door in another wall than the nurse had just left through. Presumably a private toilet for this small recovery room. A pair of slippers stood next to the bed, so I threw off the blankets began to sit up and swing out my legs. That's when I first felt it. It was weird feeling, familiar, but yet very different.

I quickly kicked my feet into the slippers and carefully, still a bit woozy, shuffled into the bath room. It was surprisingly roomy. Well, perhaps not surprisingly, given the number of people with casts, wheelchairs and whatnot passing through. But it had plenty of room around the toilet seat and sink, and a full length mirror next to the sink, presumably for wheel chair bound people.

I raised the gown from my knees to expose my front, and just stared for a several seconds to fully understand what I saw. My dick and balls were gone. In its place was the largest, most aggressively male genitalia I had ever seen, even in pictures. The massive dick went almost down to my knees, and thick as a can of red bull. And even though it was completely flaccid it was veiny as cabbage and the outlines of a massive head was clearly visible through the uncut foreskin.

Behind the dick were two softball sized testicles hanging low, but unevenly so. It was all topped off with a large bush of coarse hair. And all of it, the hair, the balls and the dong, where dark chocolate black.

I just stared in disbelief. Then tentatively I touched the penis. Yep, it was real and it was now apparently mine. Standing straight my hands couldn't even reach halfway down to the tip. My mind caught up with reality and was filling with questions. Who did this? Why did they do this? How did they do this? Isn't there organ rejection? Aren't you supposed to eat some sort of pills forever after receiving a transplant? Are there even any pants I can wear anymore? Did baller shorts just become underwear?

I went to the toilet and emptied my bladder. It worked fine. Better than fine even, as aiming just became a lot easier with such a hose, although using paper involved lifting. Lifting! I could feel that it was much more sensitive than what I was used to, and felt it starting to come alive. I quickly dropped it and went back to bed. Just as I did lunch arrived.

Once fed, and having checked with the care taker, Amahle, that she wouldn't be back for two hours, I decided to try out my new dong. Tissues were already on the side table. I sat up in bed, kicked off the sheet and had another look under the gown. I was again taken aback with the sight. It wan't just massive, but somehow everything, length, girth, balls, looked to be in proportion. I must admit that I haven't spent much time thinking about, looking at or describing cocks, but the first words that came to mind were aggressive, intimidating and virile. The black skin made it even more so, as the light from the window created contrasting highlights on the veins.

Carefully I looked at the border, where the black skin met my pasty, white body. Rather than a sharp line, as I had expected, there was a narrow gradient where one color blended over to the other. How on earth was this done? It looked like perhaps a decades old surgery where the scar had long since gone soft.

I resumed where we left off in the bathroom, slowly stroking it. It reacted right away, and apparently was a grower as well as a shower. Holy fuck was it massive. I just lied in bed and over perhaps 20 minutes had the best wank in my life. I have no idea whose dick I was giving a handjob, but this was clearly his loss and my gain. It was filled to the brim with nerve endings, making every stroke amazing. Or perhaps it was designed and grown in a lab somewhere? In that case, props to the cocksmith.

The head was leaking precum like crazy, sending small droplets of man lube for every noisy slosh of foreskin riding up and down the head. I was probably suffering from some sort of auto-erotic asphyxiation with so much blood displaced, but I managed to be amazed over how long I lasted, in the fog of pleasure.

When I finally couldn't keep it contained anymore, I erupted in rope after rope of cum going everywhere. On my chest, in my face, and some overshooting me all together. As I was catching my breath, sweaty and sticky, I was thinking about what to tell Amahle. Or if I should get up and do some attempts to clean up the mess first. I realized I had plenty of problems ahead of me. Cleaning up, getting home, ever wearing pants again, figuring out how to use toilets. But at least there and then I could not care less.

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Date Night Part 2 | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

a/n: More of the collab with @super-unpredictable98 featuring our girls: Win & Lydia 💚 We split this one up into two parts, just in time for Thirsty Thursday.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut (orgy), language

Read Part One Here

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Suddenly the timer went off in the kitchen and Win nearly jumped up to go get it before her Nathan wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, holding her in place.

“I think it’s the hostess’s job to get the food.”

Lydia slowly uncrossed her legs and got up, strutting towards the kitchen provocatively. She came back a second later and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Finally able to get her little revenge, she dropped to her knees and leaned over the table, letting her cleavage show even more while slicing the pizza.

"Dig in," she smiled innocently at the trio.

Win and her Nathan took a slice, Nathan nearly burning his mouth in his haste while Win blew lightly on hers before taking a bite and moaning softly.

“Oh Lyds, this is so good,” she purred, pulling a long string of cheese off with her fingers to place in her mouth.

Lyddie's Nathan took a second to snap out of his trance and start eating as well while Lydia joined the others on the couch, trying not to stare at Win.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, taking a bite. For a second she forgot the built-up desire and felt legitimately happy with the praise.

“Mhmm, maybe you’ll hafta teach me how to make more stuff, since I’m pretty hopeless in the kitchen,” Win murmured, finishing off her piece.

"Yeah, I can do that..." Lyddie looked away, knowing one look from her was enough to send shivers through her spine.

“Oh, thank goodness, even if th’only thing y’learn t’make is this, I’ll be happy,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, picking up a fresh slice and flopping back on the couch.

“Oh, I’m sure there are loads of things we could teach each other,” Win said, licking her fingers clean.

"Yeah, there are a few things I could teach ya," Lyddie's Nathan started with a shit-eating smirk. "I reckon you'll love t'know that..."

"SHUT UP!" Lydia exclaimed suddenly, covering his mouth. "You don't need to make things worse."

“Hey now, let th’man speak,” Win said with a laugh, leaning again Lyddie’s Nathan’s shoulder. “I’m sure you could fill me in on a lot of helpful tips.”

“Somehow I don’t think we’re talkin’ bout cookin’ anymore,” the other Nathan grumbled.

"Right!" Lyddie looked at him "I have a lot of recipes, I could totally..."

"You have no idea," Lyddie's Nathan chuckled. "The steps might be tricky, but the results are certainly worth it."

Win smiled, half listening to the Nathan next to her as she realized for the moment, they were all getting along and it made her smile.

Lydia's rant about food in a desperate attempt to stop her Nathan from talking was cut short when she caught Win's smile.

I guess we're really becoming a couple... Or better said, a quad, Lydia thought to herself.

“So,” Win murmured, leaning in closer to Lyddie’s Nathan, unconsciously resting her hand on his thigh. “You gunna let me in on one of Lyddie’s secrets?”

"Lyds 101, the basics..." he whispered mischievously. "First thing y'need t'know is she likes when I'm crude, it gets her off, do with that what you will..."

“Crude, right, got it. Like, dirty talk, or—?”

"Yeah, but y'know... Inappropriate comments, shit that most people would find obnoxious or-or gross, she loves it.”

“Okay, that explains a lot actually,” Win said with a laugh, finally realizing how close she’d gotten to Lyddie’s Nathan and quickly cleared her throat, making to move away.

Lydia was only half aware of the conversation happening next to her, as she was distracted talking to Win's Nathan about her movie collection. She was enjoying his company. After all, he was a clone of her fiancé.

"There's a thing..." Lyddie's Nathan swallowed nervously when he noticed Win's hand on his thigh. "But she's gotta tell you herself, she'd kill me if I did."

“Not even a hint?” she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him

"Um..." Nathan mused for a second, definitely smitten with Win's charms. "If y'look in the fridge there's a hint, but if she finds out I told ya..."

Win scrunched up her face in thought, thinking of anything you kept in the fridge that could turn someone on.

“Well, thanks anyways,” she murmured with a sigh. For a moment Nathan thought she was gonna pull away, when suddenly she pressed her lips to his cheek.

Meanwhile, Win’s Nathan was gaping at Lydia’s future movie collection. “That’s so cool. I wonder what th’porn’s like in th’future,” he mused with a soft snort, glancing over at her.

"In the future girls make their own porn and sell it, it's this thing called Only Fans, I think it's pretty cool," Lydia chuckled, tempted to run her fingers through his hair. "I wanted to make one for extra cash, but I'm a little shy..."

Nathan’s eyes widened slightly, his mouth going dry.

“You totally should! I mean... if you wanted to,” he exclaimed. “Sometimes Win and I make our own home videos, maybe she could... I dunno, help yeh with that.”

"It only comes out in six years, but it wouldn’t hurt to practice... I’d love to watch one of these videos," Lydia mused, finally gathering the nerve to bury her fingers in his hair.

Nathan froze, his brows shooting up. “I-I mean... as long as Win’s okay with it, although what am I sayin’? For you, she’d def—“ his words cut off as he leaned in suddenly, taking Lydia and himself by surprise as he kissed her.

Lyddie's heart jumped in her chest. She kissed him back, this time knowing it wasn't her Nathan, but past caring about that.

"Don't say anything," she murmured, discreetly grinding against his thigh, trying to get some relief after the endless teasing.

Lyddie's Nathan was ready to interrupt them, but instead, he pulled Win closer and did the same, pressing his lips to hers.

"Oh!" Win gasped against his mouth, tensing at the suddenness, but her gasp quickly melted to a soft moan and she clutched at Lyddie's Nathan's shirt throwing her leg over his hips, and settling in his lap.

This was certainly not what she had envisioned earlier as she'd teased Lydia in the kitchen, but she wasn't complaining, having started to get rather pent up herself from teasing her new girlfriend.

Lydia rolled her hips more eagerly, a breathy moan leaving her lips in between kisses.

"Hmm," she noticed his bulge and bit her lip while looking up at the familiar face in front of her that somehow felt completely different. "Dinner is over, isn't it? I think that means I won..."

"Won what?" Win's Nathan asked, groaning, his eyes flicking to his girlfriend and the other Nathan going at it on the couch.

"Win challenged me. If I could stand her teasing until dinner was over, I win a special prize..." Lyddie explained while kissing Nathan's neck, rubbing herself against his bulge. "I did, so now I want my prize."

Win pulled back though Lyddie's Nathan chased her retreating lips. "You did resist, didn't you," she mused, moaning as Nathan didn't let her get far, nipping at her neck. "I suppose I could give you your prize now babe, but I wonder what our boys will do while we're indisposed..."

Lyddie's Nathan had never felt so confused, he wanted to keep snogging Win, but he also wanted to see her making Lyds scream.

"I wonder if they would rather watch, or help you..." Lydia ran her fingers teasingly over Win's Nathan's erection. "What do you wanna do, Natty?"

"Ohhhh, fuck," he groaned, glancing from her to Win and back. "I wanna help. I'm so good at helpin'."

At his words Win laughed, her breath hitching as she accidentally ground against the Nathan underneath her, feeling how aroused he was as well.

"And what about you?" she murmured, whining softly as she rolled her hips again, this time on purpose.

"I can't miss out on the fun... 'Course I wanna help," Lyddie's Nathan drawled. "You've been such a good girl, you deserve t'be spoiled a bit, Lollipop.”

"Great," Lydia exclaimed, getting up and looking back before heading to the room. "Which one of you is gonna help me get out of this dress? Or should I do it myself?"

Win quickly leapt from Lyddie's Nathan's lap to follow her. "Don't you dare touch that zipper," she exclaimed, taking Lydia's hand and pulling her to the bedroom, "I wanna be th'one to undress you."

Both Nathans gaped at each other for a moment before scrambling up to follow the girls.

"Anything you say, baby," Lydia sat down with a smirk, imagining what Win had in mind.

The two Nathans stared at them, not knowing exactly what to do, until Lyddie's Nathan climbed on the bed behind her, kissing her shoulders and the exposed portion of her back.

Win grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly eased it down as Nathan continued to kiss her, Win's hands slipping under the fabric as she reached around her front, groping her tits as she lifted her chin to catch her own Nathan's gaze over Lydia's shoulder, drawing him to the bed with her eyes.

"I think this has got t'be the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, leaning in to kiss Win as he rested his hand on Lydia's thigh.

"Y'can be rougher with her, Win," Lyddie's Nathan laughed, reaching for her other thigh. "She likes it, don't you, Lollipop?"

Win threw him a disdainful look for a moment before yanking Lydia’s dress down, pinching her nipples and playing roughly with her piercings.

"Oh, Winnie!" Lydia hissed, parting her legs and leaning against her Nathan, her hand stroking Win's hair softly. "Just like that..."

“Mmm, I like hearing you moan my name like that,” Win purred in her ear. “Can you stand up for me, so we can get this dress off you?”

Lydia obediently stood up, letting the dress slide off her body. "Do you get naked as well?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Do you want us to?” Win asked, admiring Lyddie, arousal pooling between her legs at the thought of all of them getting naked together.

"Yes, I wanna feel you, all of you," Lydia murmured, pulling her in for a kiss, squeezing her ass firmly. "I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life.”

“God, that’s so hot,” Win murmured. “Are you gunna undress me? Or should I—?” she asked, lifting her shirt teasingly.

"It's my prize, I should unwrap it..." Lydia quickly ripped the other woman's shirt off before pulling her in again, this time onto her lap, as she sat back down.

The Nathans exchanged a quick awkward look before starting to undress, cautiously keeping a safe distance from one another.

“Damn, Lyddie,” Win gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you before.”

"I'm burning up, it's been so hard to resist you..." she nearly growled. "I want you so bad."

“Me too, fuck,” Win groaned. “I wanna have my dessert now,” she moaned, kissing Lydia roughly while the two Nathan’s watched, swallowing thickly, awkwardly trying not to look at each other, while still slightly curious to see if they were bigger than the other.

Lydia couldn't resist the curiosity and glanced over at the boys. Yep... two exact copies in every aspect.

"Come and get it," she said, laying down. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours."

“Nathan...” Win drawled, turning behind her to look at both of them, her eyes flicking down and back up, feeling their eyes on her. Even without any identifying features to physically tell them apart, she knew exactly which Nathan was hers just with the way he looked at her.

“Are you gunna come help me?” she asked, trailing her hands down her body before reaching down to touch Lyddie, suddenly feeling a spike of nerves as both Nathans approached, hers settling next to her, his hands finding her body and she shuddered.

"You come here." Lydia brought her Nathan close, their lips crashing as she squirmed under Win's touch and she quickly reached down to stroke his length. She was a little intimidated being naked in front of so many people at the same time, but it felt so good, she had no time to think too much about it.

Leaning over her, Win kissed Lyddie’s neck, taking Nathan’s advice and not being gentle, this time leaving a trail of dark hickeys along her neck and down her chest. Pausing to take one of Lydia’s pierced nipples in her mouth her own Nathan fondled her breasts from behind, his arms wrapping around her, drawing a moan from her.

“Babe, you should get your tits pierced,” he murmured, unable to tear his eyes from the scene in front of him. “That’d be so hot.”

"I think so too," Lydia giggled. The sharp pain that Win's relentless mouth left behind quickly turning into pleasure.

Lyddie's Nathan also had his eyes glued to the action as her hand worked his cock. "Fuck, Lollipop," he hissed, his breath catching in his throat as she picked up her pace. "You feel good? Is that what you wanted?"

"Uhum," she moaned, overwhelmed with desire.

“Just you wait, babygirl, cuz it’s gunna get a whole lot better,” Win said, parting her thighs and settling between them, already feeling her own arousal dripping down her leg and coating her skin, her own cunt aching as she lightly blew on Lyddie’s glistening sex.

Moaning softly, she parted Lydia’s folds to run the tip of her tongue along her slit to her clit, moaning louder at the taste of her, her fingers digging into the other woman’s thighs.

“Holy shit,” Win’s Nathan whispered, his voice hoarse. “That’s right Win baby, I bet she tastes so good.”

As he egged her on, his hand slid over her backside, giving her ass a firm slap and Win moaned into Lydia’s pussy before Nathan’s hand moved farther down, his fingers delving his girlfriend’s folds.

Lyddie gasped as a jolt of pleasure struck her. Win's mouth felt even better than she remembered, her skilled tongue was like heaven after such a long, torturous wait. "Oh, please," she arched her back, looking down to watch as Win's Nathan fingered her, wanting to see her feeling just as good.

"So sensitive, aren'tcha?" Lydia's Nathan moved to kiss his fiancé's neck and squeeze her tits before taking her nipple between his plump lips.

Trying to concentrate with Nathan’s fingers moving in and out of her, Win lapped desperately at Lydia, the other woman’s sweet sounds only serving to turn her on more.

“Win,” her Nathan groaned, his fingers slowing and she lifted her face to look back at him. “I’m dyin’ here,” he whined and a slow grin spread across her face as she wriggled her ass at him.

“Go ahead,” she purred, pausing to bite her lip before resuming her exploration of Lyddie’s pussy with her tongue, but as soon as she felt the tip of Nathan’s cock brush her entrance she shuddered, arching her back as he slowly slid into her, her tongue freezing for a moment as she inhaled sharply while Nathan’s hips snapped into her backside, rocking her forward slightly, pressing her face harder into Lydia’s cunt.

Lyddie nearly came just from the sight of Nathan fucking Win from behind. She looked up at her own Nathan and raised her eyebrows as if asking ‘do you want it too?’ to which he enthusiastically nodded.

"Fuck my face, Natty," she begged through her helpless moaning.

Her Nathan quickly jumped off the bed and positioned himself so she could turn her head and take his cock in her mouth.

"Jesus..." he groaned, mirroring his clone's reaction almost identically, as Lydia hummed, swallowing every inch of him. "Good girl, you're so good t'me."

Win could feel Lydia getting wetter as she lapped at her, made slightly more difficult with her Nathan pounding into her from behind and she had to brace herself with one hand, pressing into the mattress to the side of Lyddie’s hip while her other hand continued spreading her lips.

The lewd slap of skin on skin nearly drowned out the chorus of moans and the wet sounds of Win’s tongue and Lyddie’s Nathan fucking her mouth.

Feeling her climax nearing with each smooth thrust of her boyfriend’s cock Win moved her tongue desperately against Lyddie’s bundle of nerves, lapping broad forceful strokes despite the ache growing in her jaw. She wanted her to come at the same time she did, if she could.

Lydia tried to concentrate on both giving and receiving pleasure, it was hard, but it also made her feel complete in a way.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand before coming, after all the build-up she could've easily orgasmed within a minute or less. Feeling Win's moans against her cunt just drove Lydia even closer to the edge, her eyes slowly tearing up with the overstimulation.

"That's right, baby..." her Nathan moaned, bucking his hips, his fingers tangled in her long hair. "I'm gettin' close, d'you want it in your mouth?" he asked already knowing the answer.

A high-pitched whine echoed in Win’s throat as her orgasm hit her and she tensed as Nathan rut erratically into her, his thrusts growing shallower as he came. But she didn’t stop though tears pricked her eyes until a loud muffled moan ripped from her as Lyddie began to shake beneath her, her hands clutching at Win and she finally stopped, giving her one last lick before collapsing atop her as Nathan buried himself to the hilt one last time with a groan.

Lydia quickly swallowed her Nathan's load as he finished in her mouth, her new enhanced lung capacity proving to be very useful in situations like that.

"God, that was amazing," Lyddie’s Nathan groaned as he let his body relax, laying next to her and placing a soft kiss on her temple.

"That... was quite the prize," Lydia purred, pulling Win into her arms and running one hand over her back.

Win hummed contently, snuggling against Lyddie as the other woman pulled her close. “You deserved it babe,” she murmured, completely relaxed, her eyes fluttering shut until she felt her Nathan crawl atop the bed next to her, fitting himself to her body and pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

“I think next time we should spoil you,” he whispered, drawing a tired laugh to her swollen lips.

"That sounds amazing," Lydia sighed. "But I'll mercilessly tease you first, just so you get the full experience."

#misfits #nathan young x oc #nathan young #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #oc: win lewis #oc: lydia bellamy #oc stuff #collaboration #my writing

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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The After-Party | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: around 5,1k

Warnings: Strong language, smut, mention of alcohol, angst, vomiting (nongraphic)

a/n: And we’re back with our filthy smut schedule every Thirsty Thursday lol hope you guys like it XD

(Masterlist)

"So how does it feel, Lollipop?" her Nathan lifted her up wifey-style to walk into the flat as she lifted her BRIT award in the air.

"It feels fucking amazing! I can't believe this! I hope Simon recorded it, cause I wanna save that moment forever!"

"I knew you'd win," Win cried excitedly, stumbling a little as she followed them inside, her Nathan quick to catch her before she could fall, nudging the door shut behind him with his food.

"Whoa whoa, whoopsie there, babe," he exclaimed in her ear, his hands slipping around to fondle her as she leaned back against his chest.

"You alright there, Winnie? How many drinks did you have?" Lydia laughed as she searched for a good spot to place the award.

"Me? I... I quite lost count," she giggled, moaning as she arched into Nathan's touch, reaching up to slip her hands into his curls as she grinned up at him. "You okay, Lollipop?" she slurred, sparing Lyddie a glance.

"I'm great, baby," she has been trying to be more like Win, but she was still too scared to get drunk, what if she said something she's not supposed to? It was way too risky. "Here, come on, let's drink some water."

"Oh yeah, that's... probably a good idea," she murmured, slipping her shoes off to follow Lydia to the kitchen, her Nathan watching her go, his eyes following the sway of her hips as he shrugged off his suit jacket.

Lyddie filled a glass with water and gave it to her girlfriend while stroking her hair, that's not who she imagined would come home wasted that night... Win gratefully took the water and drank it down, leaning into Lydia's touch.

"Drink everything, there you go, did you have fun?"

"Mhmm, I'm so proud of you, Lyds," she murmured, nuzzling affectionately into the crook of her neck, lips brushing against the hickies she'd left earlier, smiling at the memory.

"Thank you, I'm quite proud of myself too," that was rare, Lydia almost never felt proud of her accomplishments, always comparing herself to other people. "Thanks for tonight, for making me feel all sexy and powerful."

Win lifted her face to beam up at her girlfriend. "Mmm, if that's all it takes to make you feel sexy and powerful, then sign me up anytime babes," she purred, her hands beginning to wander, dancing down the front of Lyddie's dress. "If I remember correctly, you've gone all night without any release, you must be so pent up babydoll."

"Well... I suppose," Lydia tried to fight a grin. She has been waiting to get home, hoping the after-party would include someone taking care of her. "You wouldn't happen to wanna help me out with that, would you?"

"As if you even have to ask," Win replied, pushing her back against the counter as she kissed her hungrily, one hand slipping under her skirt and down the front of her panties, not hesitating in slipping two fingers into her.

"Jesus..." Lydia gasped at how sudden Win's moves were, she has been waiting for so long, it felt like heaven. She let her head roll back, nearly hitting the cupboards, like Nathan always does, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Well, well, well, look what's going on without us... again," Win's Nathan exclaimed, leaning in the doorway, glancing over at his clone. "Seriously, these two horndogs, am I right?"

"Oh wow," Lyddie's Nathan joined his look-alike, loosening the tie around his neck. "But I guess it's only fair, right, Lollipop?"

"Yes..." she pouted as she tried to untie her corset. "I'm the only one who didn't come tonight at all."

"I wonder how many times we can make her come, huh boys?" Win mused, biting at one of the dark marks on her girlfriend's neck to freshen it as she continued pumping her fingers in and out. "One of you wanna help me here?"

"On it," Lyddie's Nathan threw the tie away and smirked as he slowly made his way to the girls. "Need help with that, love?" he unzipped the dress and untied the corset strings while whispering praise in her ear. "Y'did so well tonight, you're so good, baby girl."

"Thank you Natty," Win murmured, adding another finger to her girlfriend's cunt. Before she could say anything else, she felt a set of hands on her as well, her Nathan stepping up behind her.

"God, it makes me so hot when you and Lyddie go at it like this," he groaned, grinding against her ass as his hand pawed at her skirt.

"Oh! Please, faster, Winnie," Lydia moaned, lifting her hand to bury her fingers in her Nathan's hair, bringing him close.

His hand snaked around her body, stopping to play with her piercings. "Hmmm, y'like that?" he crooned, feeling himself starting to get turned on as well.

"Whatever you want, Lollipop," Win purred, fucking her faster with her fingers, moaning softly as the other Nathan tugged at the zipper at the back of her tight dress. "I want you to come for me, Lyddie," she continued, "we're gunna have so much fun with you tonight."

With Nathan and Win working together plus an entire night's worth of repressed desire, Lydia came in no time, shuddering and squirming under their skilled touch.

"You guys are amazing..." she sighed.

"Not as amazing as youuuu," Win exclaimed, giggling as her Nathan finally managed to undo her dress completely, a triumphant "Ha!" leaving his lips before the garment fell around her ankles.

"Oops," he murmured, grinning impishly, giving her nipple a firm pinch as he leaned in to steal a kiss from Lydia.

"Mmm, it's been a while," he mused as he pulled back.

"Yeah, it has," she wet her lips, an idea crossing her mind. "Hey, remember you told me about your special home videos? We should make one. I have an old camera somewhere..."

Win's Nathan's brows raised, excitement dancing in his green eyes. "That sounds like a first-class idea, love," he exclaimed.

"Oh God," Win murmured, the idea sending heat rushing through her as she pulled her hand free. "You ever done anything like that before, Nate?" she asked, glancing up at Lyddie's Nathan, biting her lip coyly.

"Um..." he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. The idea was enticing, but he was scared to get camera-shy. "I've sent Lyddie a picture once."

"Let me find it," Lydia skipped all the way to the room and looked through a giant box with stuff she brought from the future. "Here it is!" she waved Simon's old camcorder in the air.

“Don’t worry, Nathan,” Win murmured, stepping closer, taking his hand and placing it over her breast as her Nathan helped Lyddie set the camera up.

“I was nervous the first time too,” she reached down to stroke his growing bulge through his dress pants. “Trust me, it’ll be so hot. Just don’t think about the camera.”

"Hey..." Lydia whispered as they set everything up, slowly undressing Win's Nathan in the process. "Remember when you asked me who's better at giving head? How about you give it a try tonight?"

Nathan’s brows shot up once again and he wet his lips, already imagining being between her thighs. He remembered all too well the sounds she’d made for Win and his cock twitched eagerly. “Yes please,” he moaned.

He was excited until he remembered that he’d technically be competing with his own girlfriend. He knew he hadn’t been the best at oral when he met her, but he’d had plenty of practice since then, Win helping guide him. But still, he swallowed thickly, suddenly a little nervous. What if Lyddie hated it?

She caught a glimpse of insecurity in his eyes, and tilted her head with a smile, pulling him in for a kiss. "I already know you're very good in bed, so... you don't need to worry about that," she bit her lip teasingly before leaving to get the others.

"Alright, I can do this," Lyddie's Nathan agreed, trying to hype himself up. "It's just a little camera, nothin' t'worry about."

"Hey, you guys coming?" she kicked her shoes away and let her hair down.

“Exactly,” Win assured him, raising up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. “We’re coming!” she called back, taking Lyddie’s Nathan’s hand and pulling him toward the bedroom.

"Okay, everything ready..." Lydia jumped on the bed, giggling in anticipation, she has been curious to try this ever since Win's Nathan mentioned it on their first date. "Time for the after-party!"

“And Lyddie’s second orgasm of the night,” Win pointed out with a grin. “Don’t forget I’m keeping count baby,” she purred watching as her Nathan crawled closer, his gaze flicking to her for a moment before kissing Lydia’s neck almost hesitantly.

He’d yet to pleasure her with Win in the room as well and though he knew she’d probably like it, part of him was still nervous she’d be upset.

Lyddie's Nathan felt a little weird watching the other version of him kissing his fiancé, but these boundaries of who is whose were slowly being smudged, and he found he liked it.

"Is something wrong, Natty?" Lyds asked, looking between the two men.

"No, just gettin' ready for my debut... I always knew I'd end up workin' in a porno," her Nathan joked to shake off the insecurity.

Win’s breath hitched as she watched her boyfriend kiss his way down Lyddie’s body, pausing at her tits to worship them, pushing them together to motorboat them before taking each pierced nipple in his mouth. All the while he tried not to think about what she was thinking and focus on the girl in front of him.

Win closed her eyes for a moment before slipping her hand between her legs to touch herself lightly to the sight, Nathan’s curly head now nestled between Lydia’s thighs.

"Allow me," Lyddie's Nathan placed his hand on top of hers while the other kneaded her breast. His long fingers massaged her clit while he kissed her neck.

“Oh!” Win gasped as she felt Lyddie’s Nathan embrace her from behind, feeling her up and she relaxed under his touch.

Lydia looked at her fiancé, searching for a sign of discomfort, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. She sighed relieved, arching her back and rolling her hips as Win's Nathan worked his magic.

At Win’s surprised noise her Nathan glanced up, his own breath catching for a moment as he found her in his clone’s arms and he frowned, unsure. Steeling himself he bent back to Lydia's glistening sex, lapping at her teasingly, trying not to think about his girlfriend's moans, but soon hers and Lyddie’s were nearly inseparable.

"Natty, please..." she whispered, burying her fingers in his hair, wondering why he was insecure about giving head in the first place, he was quite good at it.

Lyddie's Nathan was getting off on hearing the two girls moaning for him... Well, not exactly for him, but it was close enough. He slid a finger inside of Win while nipping at her neck, imitating what he sees the others doing to her. "Yeah, y'like that, y'little tart?"

"Yes!" Lydia instinctively responded, but noticed he wasn't talking to her... Or was he?

Win's Nathan moaned into her cunt as he felt her tug at his hair, drawing her clit between his lips to suck before licking at her sloppily, his fingers digging into her thighs. Win, on the other hand, arched against Lyddie’s Nathan as he pressed his finger into her.

“Oh yes,” she gasped in time with Lydia's response, suddenly unsure if he’d meant that for her or his fiancé and she tensed, clamping her mouth shut.

"Yes! I'm getting close, Nate, keep going!" Lyds cried, trying to forget the camera and the distractions. She held her breath to focus solely on Win's Nathan and his soft lips against her wanting skin.

At her exclamation, he put his whole face into it, wanting to hear her when she came, wanting to feel that rush of wetness against his mouth, knowing he was the cause and he moaned, pressing his face harder against her.

Fueled by the sinful sounds the girls were making, Lyddie's Nathan added another finger while his hand traveled up to Win's neck, not quite squeezing, but holding it. "Is this okay, Winnie?"

“Uh huh,” she breathed, nodding her head. Her Nathan had never choked her before, and just the feel of his hand gently circling her throat sent a shiver through her. “Please Nathan,” she whispered, rolling her hips into his hand, desperate for some friction against her clit.

"Oh! Oh, fuck! You're so... Fucking good," Lydia felt her orgasm wash over her like an earthquake of pleasure taking every part of her body before she relaxed and was finally able to breathe again.

"Oh, y'like that..." Lyddie's Nathan purred, his grip on Win's neck tightening as his thumb circled her clit. His eyes met his fiancé's and she cocked an eyebrow, watching carefully his every move.

“I like that,” she whispered desperately, whining and jerking as he rubbed her clit, his fingers not ceasing their thrusting.

After Lydia came, Win’s Nathan lifted his head to catch his breath, resting his cheek against her hip and he looked up to find his clone finger banging his girlfriend with one hand around her throat. His mouth fell open as he watched her squirm, her body on display as her eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Lydia propped herself up on her elbows, with one hand she gently stroked Win's Nathan's hair, with the other she pinched Win's nipple, wanting to tip her over the edge. There was something very sexy about watching her Nathan choking another girl, as much as she loved to be choked as well.

"Come for me, Winnie, I wanna hear ya," he growled, grinding his erection against her.

Unable to speak she merely nodded, her mouth falling open as a choked cry left her lips and with a shudder her whole body tensed, her back arching further as her climax hit her like a bus. Lyddie’s Nathan not stopping, however, overstimulating her til tears welled in her eyes.

As Win came down from her climax she practically deflated against Lyddie’s Nathan’s chest, her head lolling against his shoulder.

“Holy fucking shit,” she managed to gasp softly, reaching up to touch his cheek. “That was—“ she couldn’t seem to find the words.

Lydia glanced over at Win's Nathan, who was watching everything with a mysterious look on his face, she didn't really know what was going through his mind. "Hey, you were great," she sat up, bringing his face closer to hers and capturing his lips.

He managed a smile, sitting up as well. “I’m sure y’tell all your partners that,” he murmured softly, kissing her back.

"Only when they are great..." she chuckled, holding him tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Like you were."

He hovered over Lydia, swallowing as she hooked her legs around him. “You tasted good,” he said.

"Um, thank you?" she smiled, sensing now how tense he was.

"And that ladies and gentlemen," Lyddie's Nathan gloated, placing a kiss to Win's forehead. "Is my favorite party trick, take notes..."

Win's Nathan couldn't help the slight twist of his lips at his clone's boast, quickly wiping the sour look off his face, hoping that Lyddie hadn't seen it and misinterpreted it. However, she must have because her grin faltered.

"Is everything alright, Nate? Do you need to talk?" she whispered, taking notice of the camera still filming them.

"Uhh... no. No, I'm-I'm fine, more than fine, Lollipop," he quickly exclaimed, keeping his eyes on hers before his lips crashed into hers, his cock teasing her entrance.

"Oh, okay..." she giggled, feeling a new jolt of lust coursing through her, arousal pooling between her legs again. "You deserve something nice after making me scream like that."

"I'll make yeh scream again sweetheart," he growled, thrusting into her without hesitating, kissing her sloppily.

"Jesus, what's gotten into you?" Lydia held onto Nathan's shoulders to stabilize herself. "N-not that I'm complaining... This is amazing."

"Oh, I'll rock your fuckin' world baby," he boasted, picking up speed. When Win seemed to regain her composure, lifting her head she frowned at the sight that met her, turning to glance curiously over her shoulder at Lyddie's Nathan behind her.

"Wow..." he was too hypnotized by the bouncing of Lyddie's tits to notice Win's look, but once he did, he raised his eyebrows at her and pressed his lips together. That would be an interesting film to watch once they were done...

"Natty! Just like that," Lydia moaned seeking his lips. "Fuck me like the dirty girl I am."

"Oh, you bet I fuckin' will! You're such a dirty dirty girl!" he grunted as he fucked her with abandon.

Win swallowed, a strange feeling twisting her stomach at the way he glanced over at her, just a flash before it was gone.

Turning, she slid her hand over Lyddie's Nathan's cock, feeling it twitch under her touch. "Is there anything you'd like to do?" she asked.

"You're insatiable, aren'tcha?" he grinned mischievously at her, pulling her onto his lap. "Why don't y'ride me? You're so good at it..."

"If that's what y'want," Win purred, climbing atop him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I've come twice tonight, I think you deserve to as well," she pointed out. "Just... kiss me?" she asked softly, almost hesitantly, even as she slid him inside her and rolled her hips, bringing him deeper.

Lyddie's Nathan gaped for a second at the request, but nodded, connecting his lips to Win's, immediately slipping his tongue in her mouth while his hands on her hips guided her up and down.

Lydia felt a hint of anger or some sort of energy that needed releasing coming from Win's Nathan, she didn't have much time to overthink it, though, as he slammed into her mercilessly, just the way she liked it. "Talk to me, Nats."

"It's--nothin'," he groaned stubbornly, fighting not to come early.

"Okay, okay," she gasped as she felt herself orgasm for the third time. Whatever happened to Win's Nathan that made him go feral, turned out to make him insanely good at sex. "You're fucking incredible!"

"Yeah, well, so are you," Win's Nathan panted, dropping his forehead to her chest, pressing soft kisses to her heaving tits. "You felt amazin'..."

"Thanks," Lydia turned to the side urging him to wrap his arms around her. Now that the high was gone, she definitely felt like something was off.

Win kissed Lyddie's Nathan back fiercely, tightening her hold on him as she pressed her forehead to his, writhing desperately in his lap, chasing her pleasure while wanting to make him come, wanting to feel connected to something.

He moaned into her kiss, bucking his hips to thrust deeper into her. One of his hands moved to the back of her neck, bringing her even closer. His mind was completely empty, all he wanted was to feel good and make her feel good.

"Maybe I should turn off th'camera...?" Win's Nathan murmured distractedly, half pulling away before Lyddie pulled him back firmly, holding him in place and he sighed, trying to ignore what was happening on the bed across from them.

"The camera died, don't worry." Lydia saw the red light had turned off. She felt in some sort of limbo, she ended up gaining part of the Nathan behind her and losing part of her own, even though she knew that wasn't true.

With a muffled cry Win came for the third time, crushing herself against Lyddie's Nathan, her hips writhing jerkily until she felt his cock soften inside her.

"Holy shit," he sighed, holding Win against his chest as he relaxed, laying down. "You had fun, Lollipop?"

"Mhmm..." was all she was able to let out.

Win let Lyddie's Nathan pull her down to the bed, but her head was starting to spin again and a wave of nausea washed over her.

"Oh fuck," she muttered, hastily clapping her hand over her mouth before quickly slipping off the bed and stumbling to the bathroom, the sound of retching following soon after. For a moment her Nathan looked like he was about to rush after her, but he stayed put.

"Okay, so me? Alright..." Lydia dragged herself out of bed, it's not like she'd have to hold Win's hair, but she didn't wanna leave her alone. "Just remembered why I don't get drunk..." she winced, running one hand over her girlfriend's bare back.

'Yeah, maybe you're the smart one," Win moaned once she'd finished, nearly collapsing back against the wall and drawing her knees up to her chest.

"I certainly don't feel like it," Lydia flushed the toilet and grabbed some mouthwash. "Here... Something isn't right." she sat on the floor as well.

"You felt it too?" Win asked, accepting the mouth wash, and pausing to spit it out before returning and pulling Lyddie closer, curling up next to her. "I feel like I did something wrong... and I fucked up your big night," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"It wasn't your fault, and my big night was great. I got my first award, I got to shake hands with George Michael before he dies..." Lydia draped her arms around her girlfriend. "I guess it was just a little odd, the whole sex thing."

Win sniffled, squeezing her tighter. "I thought he was okay with it. He seemed okay with it," she murmured, shaking her head and then wincing. "But the way he looked at me..."

"Well, if I'm being honest, it was kinda weird to watch, and hot, but you get it..." Lydia shed a single tear. "I thought he liked me, but it felt like he was just trying to show off, It wasn't like the first time."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Win agreed, "It was like they were trying to outdo each other again," she lamented, lifting her head. Reaching up, she brushed the tear from Lyddie's cheek. "But I can assure you that he does like you. I just hope that your Nathan might like me that much eventually."

"He does, I think he was just trying to please you, he'd been taking this whole thing so well," she pressed a kiss to Win's forehead, more tears running down her face. "I guess there are more differences between them than we imagined... It kinda hurt, I love them, both of them."

"... I do too," Win admitted, holding onto her girlfriend. She'd been afraid to admit it, afraid that it might change things. "I'm sorry, Lyddie," she sobbed, unsure why she was apologizing, but she couldn't stop her tears either.

"Don't feel bad, it's not your fault he doesn't love me back. Maybe my Nathan only loves me because of what I did, maybe you're the one he..." Lydia choked on her words, which quickly became sobs. "I remember seeing him with Marnie, they were happy. Maybe that's just karma coming to fuck me in the ass for ruining their marriage and leaving Junior without a father."

"Hey, hey, no!" Win exclaimed, pulling back to take Lyddie's face between her hands. "Don't ever say that!" she insisted heatedly, some of her spark coming back. "He loves you, and-and Marnie is a fucking twat," she spat.

"She is, but I love that kid. I miss him sometimes, you know? I've been babysitting him ever since he was a baby. I never stopped to think how my actions would affect other people... Junior, you and your Nathan, my younger self, my parents, who knows who else's life I fucked?"

"You didn't fuck up anything, Lydia," Win said firmly, pressing her forehead to her girlfriend's. "I meant it when I said I don't regret being here. Because it led me to you and I love you so so much. And-and we'll sort this out with those stupid wonderful assholes out there in th'other room. They're not so good at feelings and shit, but I think we need to get all this out in the open and nip this jealousy shit in the bud before it gets any worse."

"I agree, we need to talk to them," she nodded, aggressively wiping her tears away and kissing the back of Win's hands. "I love you so fucking much, Winnie... Do you need anything? You want me to make some tea, fetch you some ginger ale? Is your tummy okay?"

Win gave a watery laugh. Of course, even at a time like this Lyddie would be worrying about her. "No, I think I'm fine now," she smiled as she helped her stand. "Maybe we should put something on first though, unless you wanna confront them naked," she joked.

"That would certainly get their attention, but I think you're right," Lydia smiled, taking her hand on their way back to the room.

"Hey, have you been cryin'?" Lyddie's Nathan jumped from the bed to check on her while she put on one of his shirts. "What's wrong my Lollipop?"

As soon as Win’s Nathan saw his girlfriend's face, he hung his head sheepishly, rubbing at his arm as she too donned one of his oversized shirts.

"We need to talk," Lydia had a sad smile on, almost a conformed one as she sat next to them, trying to avoid looking them in the eye.

“Nathan...” Win murmured, reaching for his hand and he let her take it, his gaze lifting, looking to her and then Lyddie, guilt on his face.

“Yeah. I know, alright,” he muttered, grimacing with a sigh. “I... fuck, I’m not good at this shit...” taking a deep breath he squeezed Win’s hand, hesitantly reaching out to take Lydia’s as well. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, alright? I-I don’t mind it when you two are together... and I like shaggin’ you too, Lyds. I mean... I like yeh for more than just that too,” he added quickly, groaning.

“I even thought I was okay with th’thought of him sleepin’ with you, Win baby,” he said, nodding toward the other Nathan. “But... seein’ it... somethin’ in me I dunno... snapped? I already feel inadequate enough as it is... I— I’m sorry.”

"Oh, so that's what happened..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded, as if it finally made sense to him. "I thought we were just actin' for the camera or somethin'."

"Oh, bless your heart," Lydia laughed though her heart felt heavy in her chest when she caught Win's Nathan's eye. "Tonight I felt inadequate. I felt like a punching bag for you to get your stress out. I'm embarrassed, I'm sad, I feel like you just have sex with me because you wanna prove a point and get revenge."

“What?! No!” he exclaimed quickly, his head snapping up. “Jesus, no, that’s not— Christ, I... Lyddie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t’make you feel that way.”

"I know, I know you wouldn't hurt someone like this on purpose, but we just wanted to make things clear," she took Win's hand and looked at her for comfort. "If we're gonna be a quad, and not just two couples swinging, this whole jealousy thing needs to be under control."

He bit his lip and nodded, looking rather chastened. “You’re right...” he agreed with a sigh.

Win’s eyes turned on Lyddie’s Nathan and she frowned, something he’d said rubbing her the wrong way. “So you were just acting’ for the camera with me then, huh?” she asked, squeezing Lydia's hand for strength.

"No! Not at all!" he jumped to his knees. "I mean, I tried t'be all butch and shit, but the other bits were not actin'. I'm a terrible actor, completely rubbish, just ask her! I like you... A lot."

Win chewed her lip, unsure what to think. She looked from Lyddie’s Nathan to her own and then to Lydia, seemingly at a loss. She wanted to believe him.

“Lyds...?” she asked, wanting to see what she had to say to everything.

"He's telling the truth, I've known this wanker for about six years, he likes you. I just wish your..." she started, but stopped, not wanting to humiliate herself even more. She simply shrugged. "He really is a bad actor, trust me."

Win snorted softly, offering a shy smile to Lyddie’s Nathan, but at her words, the other Nathan looked up sharply. Something she’d said tugging at him and he quickly crawled closer. “Lydia... I do like yeh, I like yeh a lot! I swear! What do I gotta do t’prove it to yeh?”

"You don't have to..." she shook her head. "I understand."

Lyddie's Nathan tapped his clone's shoulder, with that face he pulls when he has an idea. He leaned in and whispered something to him: "Ask her to explain Hamilton t'you, works like a charm."

“...Hamilton?” he asked, confused, turning back to her, suddenly taking her hand between both of his, his face surprisingly serious— “Lydia, sweetheart, will you please explain t’me what Hamilton is?” he asked, a genuine look in his eye as he gazed up at her.

The display warmed Win’s heart and she leaned in to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear: “Give him a chance?”

Lyddie looked at her own Nathan who tried to hide his knowing grin, and then back at Win's Nathan. "Sure, we can listen to it," she chuckled with a huge smile on her face, jumping to look for her hard drive. "What do you know about the U.S founding fathers?"

“Uhhh, next t’nothin’,” he answered with a laugh, relief filling him that Lydia had apparently decided to give him a chance.

As she quickly searched the room for what she was looking for, he took Win’s hand, pulling her in to wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry, babe,” he murmured, looking up at her with his best puppy dog eyes that he knew would get to her. “Forgive me?”

Rolling her eyes she leaned in to press a quick peck to his lips before crawling atop the bed to settle between him and Lyddie's Nathan. “You’re forgiven for now,” she said with a haughty sniff. “As long as you don’t act like such a boorish prick again.”

“I promise, I’ll try harder.”

“Just... talk to me next time, hmm?” she murmured and he nodded.

"Found it!" Lydia yelped excitedly. "So, Natty, the first question we need to ask ourselves is how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean, by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar?"

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