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callmemaeverick · 1 year

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Dangerous Games [Sherlock Holmes x fem!Reader]

A/N: This little oneshot has been playing in my head since the release and I had to get to get it out. Forewarning, this is unbeta’d AND non-period accurate. I am not a Brit, nor am I from that era, though I like to pretend. I just like Henry as Sherlock and I like whump, so when he was shot, well, this came out of it.

Summary: You are Mrs Hudson’s niece and you were at your aunt’s for your monthly visit, when you heard her favourite tenant stumble through the door

You knew of him, of course. How could you not? He had commanded attention and admiration wherever he went. And that case Basilweather case a few months ago made him even more popular. But you knew him not as the brilliant detective. No. You knew him as your aunt’s reclusive tenant.

Sherlock Holmes.

He was definitely a character, you decided. Sharp as a tack and not a bad violinist. But he was also blunt and straightforward, sometimes to the point of rudeness. You could recall a time or two where his unsolicited remarks and astute observations made you clench your fists and narrow your eyes at him.

And then there’s the constant revolving door of guests, wanted and unwanted, going up and down the stairs to his flat cum office cum lab cum whatever else. It was very irritating for one looking for a peaceful afternoon with one’s reading.

Your aunt loves him though. Dotes on him as if he was her own. You knew he had helped her with something serious, but no matter how many times you asked, she wouldn’t tell you what. It sometimes drives you mad, but deep down you were grateful he was there to help.

So, despite his apparent lack of empathy, you knew he was a good man. Which was the only reason you put up with him.

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“You’re an idiot, Sherlock Holmes,” You hissed as you pulled the thread stitching his skin back together.

Judging by the quirk of his eyebrow, you knew it was not something he hears often. In fact, most of the time, it was probably the exact opposite. But you were undeterred, especially since he almost gave you a heart attack, walking through the front door limping and covered in blood.

“Do I want to know the reason you decided to forego a hospital and the attention of a real doctor?”

Sherlock grunted at a particular sharp tug of the suture but did not pull away from your hand. "And miss out on your charming company? Never."

Rolling your eyes at his snark, you returned your focus to the gunshot wound. "Don’t be glib with me, you know it doesn’t work. And it’s not like you couldn’t afford the hospital, so tell me what’s going on?”

When your question was left unanswered, you finished off the last suture and looked up, just to find that his attention was no longer on you but on his map over your shoulder, still cluttered with notes. Frowning, you shifted to block his line of sight. “Sherlock?”

“I had to know.” There was no trace of jest in his voice anymore.

“Know what?”

“I had to know how deep the corruption goes. Her web. I need to know what she’s involved in.”

“She? Enola?” You referred to his young sister, someone you had just met a few days ago helping the man before you up the stairs. She endeared herself to you quite quickly, you realized, as you felt your concern for the Holmes’ siblings grow.

“No. Mira Troy. Moriarty.”

You scoffed at the clever wordplay and turned to look at the map behind you. The name was written clearly on one of the cards.

“She could have died… Enola.” He clarified before you asked. “Had the knife been real, she could've…”

You didn’t know what had truly happened and you suspect you might never will. But you knew it had shaken him quite seriously.

“Sherlock, hey, look at me,” You called, turning back to him. You waited until he pulled his eyes to yours, until you could see the slight discoloration in his left iris. “She is safe, hm? She is sleeping, right in there.” You motioned to his bedroom. "You need not worry."

His gaze moved to his closed door as if he could see right through the wood.

“I just got her.”

“And you’re scared you’re going to lose her.”

“Yes.”

You smiled at the sentiment in his soft voice. He wasn’t as unfeeling as he would like people to think him to be. “You’ve changed, Sherlock Holmes.”

He hummed, coming to the same conclusion. “Perhaps.”

“Give her some credit, Sherlock. She’s tougher than she looks.”

He was silent as he contemplated your words and you didn’t know what he was seeing as he turned to look at you but you refused to break under his stare.

“Like you?"

Heat tinged your cheeks at the sincere mirth dancing in his eyes. It hadn't escaped your begrudging notice that Sherlock Holmes is an attractive man, all wide, strong shoulders and deep voice. It also didn’t help that he was indeed one of the most intelligent man you’ve met.

The feel of his soft touch on the back of your hand stole your attention and your breath stuttered in your lungs when you saw that your hand were clasped overtop his. You didn’t know when you had reached out to him, but what shocked you more was that you felt comfortable enough that the action did not even register to you.

You could only watch as he leaned a little bit closer, grunting with the effort. His head dipped to where his thumb was tracing your knuckles. “My sister believes I’m alone here. In need of a companion."

"Is that," Your voice had dropped to a whisper, as if you were sharing a secret, so you cleared your throat to return it back to normal. "your way of asking me to be your friend?"

Sherlock looked up at you and you froze at the look in his eyes. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you followed his gaze as it dropped to your lips. "Not a friend." He said.

You opened your mouth to respond.

"Sherlock?"

The call of his name might as well be a clap of thunder with the way you both jumped apart at the sound of it. And in that instance, the moment was gone. Blood rushing to your face in embarrassment, the both of you awkwardly stood to face Enola, coming out of the room.

"Are you two alright?" She asked taking in the sight of you, wide eyed and flushed, and Sherlock, shirtless and bloodied. "I heard-"

"Y-yes. I was just... leaving." You sidestepped the man before you and headed for the door, highly aware said man following closely behind.

He called your name, exasperation in his tone, but you ignored it.

"Keep the wound and stiches dry and you'd be right as rain in a few days." Over his shoulder, you smiled at his sister. "You take care of yourself, Enola. If you still feel dizzy and nauseous, have your brother take you to the hospital, alright?" Finally meeting his eyes, you tried to convey what your lips hadn't had the chance to.

"Goodnight, Mr Holmes."

His lips twitched at the game you had initiated. He inclined his head in reply.

The game is on.

Part II

#sherlock holmes #henry cavill #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes imagine #enola holmes 2 spoilers #dangerous games #mav's posts

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yourstardarling · 1 month

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Beauty Is Intimidating

I was thinking about this earlier, that beauty creates a lot of mixed reactions in people. There is no one way to define beauty and what is deemed beautiful is personal interpretation. What I have noticed though is that oftentimes people who look good can easily intimidate other people. Their beauty creates a barrier that makes it hard sometimes for them to be approached. Like in popular Highschool movies for example, beautiful people are often seen as untouchable. They hold a lot more power than others and only other beautiful people can easily be around them.

The reason I brought this up is because it made me wonder about the nature of beauty. What better planet to look at than beauty herself, Venus. Venus the planet of love, femininity and beauty rules over the way we view attraction in our lives. However, the nature of Venus is to face scrutiny and conflict for her beauty. Her signs are opposing forces that don’t like Venuses beauty.

Taurus & Scorpio: This first axis shows the point that beauty will often cause intimidation. People who are beautiful have a way of bringing up the shadows of other people. They are ideally secure within themselves and their appearance. This in turn creates an effect where they’ll face scrutiny for others insecurities. “I wish I had hair like hers” “Why aren’t my arms as muscular as his” This demonstrates how beauty, will bring about underlying feelings of others to light. It can garner jealousy and envy for your appearance. So the intimidation itself does not come from the attractive person, but from the insecurities others may have inside. It’s a feeling of unworthiness to even talk to someone they believe looks better than them. Oftentimes people make the assumption that a beautiful person won’t like to talk to them. Sometimes if these feelings are not evaluated, it can cause deep emotional resentment towards good looking people.

Libra & Aries: This next axis shows us how beauty can often cause conflictions within other people. Beautiful people are susceptible to face hatred for their appearance. A lot of aggression can be thrown towards them just for the fact they look good. With the Aries influence on Libra, people will want to physically fight them. Some have faced bullying and harassment growing up which motivated them to improve their appearance. At the same time beautiful people can easily get other people to fight for them. Like Helen of Troy, a whole war was waged in her name because she was considered the most beautiful women in her time. So beauty here becomes a form of protection, which intimidates others from messing with you. However, the air sign nature of Libra shows how conflict will instead arise in the form of gossip. A lot of rumors can be made about them, which are usually lower Aries quality traits, such as being a b*tch, explosive, mean and narcissistic. For example, my friend has been told multiple times that other people thought she looked mean so they did not approach her. When in reality, she's a goofball and is far from being mean. Beauty here creates intimidation, by people either wanting to fight you or stay away in fear of being attacked by you.

Pisces & Virgo: This axis is between Venus’s exaltation and fall placements. In Pisces, Venus love knows no bounds, they are able to find beauty in everything and everyone. Virgo though reminds us of what beauty means in our society. It signifies facing constant scrutiny. Instead of being loved for their whole being, beautiful people will often face a lot criticism on their looks. They will get shamed for any slight changes in their appearance such as their weight, face and complexion. Criticism on why they are wearing this outfit, why does their hair look like this and a need to bring them down for not being perfect. Pisces reminds us that this is a reflection of what you find imperfect within yourself. The beautiful person is just mirroring the insecurities in other people. That is why you can find something within them to always critique because it’s the criticism you have about yourself. The exaltation of Pisces teaches us to let go of trying to pay attention to every little detail about other’s appearance. Instead it's about appreciating the whole, which includes the fact that they are a regular person. There is so much more to them than just their physical looks. A reminder that before making all these assumptions about them, it is important to get to know who they are behind the mask.

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This is just my theory and observation on beauty. So next time people think you’re unapproachable and scary, just know it’s probably because you’re so sexy 😏. Lmfao, hope yall enjoyed.

- Your Star Darling

#astro thoughts #astro notes #astro community #Taurus #Libra #Pisces #Venusians

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neo-nomatrix · 15 days

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The Head of Aphrodite

Aphrodite!Gojo x Ares!reader

word count: 1072

summary: You, goddess of war, go into battle with your beloved, god of love.

banners by: @cafekitsune and @saradika

warnings: idk historical inaccuracies? i tried to follow some parts of the iliad. i was originally gonna do this with aphrodite!reader and ares!gojo (or toji) but this happened. coercion by gojo. uhh gods fight mortals??? idk i needed an excuse to put them into battle and realized that it doesn’t make sense in the middle of writing

You betrayed your own mother for your beloved.

Since the beginning your mother and you had sided with the Greeks during the Trojan war. Your mother despised the Trojans. After Paris, the prince of Troy, had said Gojo was more beautiful than her. Although you agreed, she was still your mother. Yet, you were only in love with one. Gojo Satoru, God of beauty and love, the most gorgeous being through the living and the dead.

“Please, my love,” Satoru begged from beneath you.

He often did this, groveling at your feet at any chance he could get. You’re sat on your throne, a beautiful creation made of leather, metal, and skulls. It’s a drastic difference from your dark demeanor to Satorus constant beam of light following him. Your skin is adorned in your armor, face resting on your hand in boredom. His white tunic slips off his shoulder as you look down at him, revealing a chest chiseled by Pygmalion. His skin glowing radiance. He caresses your bare legs in his arms, kissing up your calves and thighs. Whispering sweet nothings to you, in hopes of convincing you.

“My loyalty is supposed to lie with the Greeks, you know this, my love,” you say back.

“No. Your loyalty lies with me,” Satoru says back, his eyes turning suddenly dark before shifting back to his mesmerizing blue ones.

“My mother would-“ you begin before Satoru cuts you off.

“To hell with Hera! She only wants you on the side of the Greeks because the Trojans worship me instead of her. You really believe she is worth more than me? Your lover?” He begs, voice almost whimpering in despair.

“What do they have to offer me?” You ask.

“Brutality. The Trojans are men of war! They will not rest until the battle is done, they are true soldiers,” The God says, knowing you would take a liking to a barbaric nature.

“You’ll be fighting by my side, my goddess,” He continued.

“Joining the Trojans would be joining the losing side. I only win,” you argue with him.

“why must you be so difficult?” Satoru thinks to himself.

“You would rather fight against me? Is that how you see me, my dearest?” He says, knowing it will push your buttons.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” you say, irritated by him.

“But you did! You would rather fight with me, your lover, the god who is the reason for all your pleasure, because it means you would win a war that doesn’t even matter to us!” He reasons.

“Satoru, you started the war! You are insufferable, i’m beginning to actually want to fight against you,” Your fuse is about to blow.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Satoru muses at you.

He begins to make his way up your body from his pathetic position. Slowly touching your body, from your ankles up to your face. He presses soft, pleasuring kisses, to every part of your body he can reach. He easily finds the sweet spots on your neck and teases at them.

“Join me, my goddess. My all powerful being, creator of destruction and war,” he whispers against your skin.

“Fine,” you mumble back.

It’s not your proudest moment. A goddess who has put men on their knees due to a simple look. A goddess who has won, and started, hundreds of wars. The goddess that has been broken down so easily. A small bit of begging and touching makes you crumble. Gojo knows he has won. He smiles against your lips.

“I knew I would win.”

You’re drenched in the blood of mortals. You know none of it is yours because no warrior has yet to even come close to you with their blade. You are the Goddess of the war. Subsequently, many did not take a liking to you. Most did not worship you, and you don’t mind. You relish in slaughter and bloodlust, why would a few (thousand) mortals hating you make a difference? If it really mattered to you, you could just kill them too.

Satoru looks ethereal on the battlefield. The god of beauty really doesn’t take a day off. When you spot him he’s wiping off blood from his face, bodies surrounding him. He pulls out his grand sword from the body of a soldier, face turning into disgust when he sees the gruesome scene around him.

In contrast to you, many worshiped Satoru Gojo. They adored him. He was charming, handsome, kind, handsome, funny, and was handsome on the list? Satoru Gojo is a sight even among Gods. The mere thought of him to mortals was enough to send someone into shock.

It was no surprise when you heard a soldier talk about taking his head as some sort of trophy. Even if not surprising it still enrages you. The thought of disgusting mortals even thinking of taking your lovers head made you want to wipe out every living being on the planet.

You create a path to these said men. The aura surrounding you smelling of death. Your sword gripped in your hand. You wish for them to suffer. Your steps hold so much power the ground shakes beneath you, causing the men to fall. You begin stabbing into their chests, piercing their stomachs through the armor. Until you take one by the hair, and in one swift stroke their head comes off their body. Face going limp, stuck in an expression of fear.

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo was watching you. He was taken aback by you. The sheer power you held with you. Your muscles gleaming in the smoky air, sweat and blood decorating them. He has never seen something so attractive in his life. If he were to describe true beauty, he would say you.

You turn to him with an angry smile on your face. The once living head turned into a skull at your command. Simply another death to add to your collection.

Still seething you approach Gojo. Looking him in the eye. A dark presence follows you while your lover is surrounded by a light one. His head pounds in adoration for you. He has never felt like this in his entire life. You throw your sword into the ground, eager to touch Satoru. You calloused hands wrap around his biceps. You stare at Satoru in the eyes, his hand wrapped around your waist.

“No one touches what’s mine.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x you

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seaofwine · 6 months

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What do you like about the Odyssey? Besides some entertaining episodes (e.g. Circe or Calypso), I've never really been able to get into the Odyssey as a whole (I find the first 5 books especially dull). The Iliad really speaks to me more.

It's hard to really pinpoint what I like most about it but I love to talk about the Odyssey so I hope you like long posts hahaha

The first five books act as the exposition. When the Iliad ends, there's a general understanding that most of the surviving characters made it home. Menelaus and Helen have reunited, the catalyst for the Trojan War has been resolved. Agamemnon traversed the sea and made it back, and although he was killed by his wife Clytemnestra, there is no question about where he is; unlike Odysseus.

Telemachus has spent his entire youth without a father. When he finally decides to set out from Ithaca to find any leads on where Odysseus is, he is confronted with the fact that most everyone else has been accounted for. He sees Menelaus and Helen, the order of their kingdom, the comfort they have in each other and the bonds they have restored. Telemachus has known nothing but uncertainty, while his mother is forced to weave lies and deceptions to keep the suitors that plague their home at bay. The first five books really show how important one man can be when he is utterly lost, and what it would mean for everyone who loves him should he be found. These books also show the close interest that Athena, as patron of Odysseus, takes in his family. She steps into the chaos of Ithaca and gives Telemachus the inspiration to embark on his own journey, chasing the ghost of his still-living father.

When we finally reach Odysseus, he is not the same man that those who knew him in Troy described. They are the closest Telemachus can come to knowing what came of his father, but even they are separated by nearly a decade and the breadth of the sea. Penelope hasn't laid eyes on her husband in twenty years, there is no overestimating what that can do to a person's memory. Odysseus's first action is to cry. When finally Calypso is forced to allow Odysseus to leave, by order of Hermes, he makes his own raft and leaves at the first possible moment. He is fighting against the will of Poseidon, against the wrath he incurred, all alone. He has lost every single one of his men, every single person who could ever vouch for his identity, in a world where no one could recognize him, is gone. Despite this, he is still fighting to get back to Ithaca.

Odysseus is so utterly human in the text. When he is hosted by Alcinous, Odysseus asks the singer there to recount the story of the Trojan Horse. It's like landing at the doorstep of a stranger who graciously allows you to stay and immediately asking his DJ to play *your own* greatest hits - which in turn only upsets him. This also sets up the dramatic reveal of his identity (I like to imagine him looking around like, you guys remember this one? Yeah that's Me, I pinkie promise. Please give me 4000 drachmae and your best oarsmen (: ).

He recounts the story of how he got so utterly lost on the way back and one thing the Odyssey will tell you, to your face over and over again, is that Odysseus is a big time liar. But for some reason, his tale is so compelling it's hard to remind yourself of that when hearing it for the first time. Some points are so beyond baffling (like striking Polyphemus in the singular eye the poor sod has, and then once to the safety of his boat (which is on open water, the domain of said cyclops's father) loudly announcing his full gods-given name and mailing address, just in case anyone missed who it was) that it's like, yeah that was probably exactly what he did. This is the section of the story where we see Odysseus as he sees himself. This is his own reflection of the actions he made and the troubles that befell him because of it.

Odysseus is such a complex character that one of the epithets he is given is "polytropos", the many-faced or many-sided. Odysseus and his relationship to his own identity, which he can shed and don at any point that's convenient for him, is one of the main reasons I am obsessed with his story. This, and the exploration in an ancient text about what a close relationship with a deity, is something I am constantly thinking about.

#odyssey #ask #odysseus #i just really love him ok? ok

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wholoveseggs · 4 months

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HIIII DARLING!! it’s me and i’d love to request a 3some (f!reader) with Elijah and Kol. my birthday just passed so can i make it into a christmas birthday celebration and reader’s presents are her two men? make it as smutty as you’d love it to be with a sprinkle of christmas in there. please and thank you!! 🤍💋

Birthday Lessons

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

☆♡☆HAPPY NEW YEAR☆♡☆

On your birthday night at Rousseau's, tension fills the air as Kol and Elijah compete for your attention, promising a celebration like no other.

~♡♡ Happy belated birthday Aurora ♡♡ I hope you enjoy this little ménage à trois!~

5k words - Warnings: drinking, blow jobs, dp, tiiiny bit of choking, Kol being a huge flirt, Elijah being Elijah ♡

You never imagined it could actually happen; you felt far too shy to initiate or boldly tell them what you want. Elijah's politeness and Kol's cockiness leave no room for either of them to propose anything. So, in your quiet desperation, you settle for the little affection you are given and try to ignore the ache. Instead, you let the idea linger in your mind, a fantasy building up slowly each day.

That is until one evening, on your birthday no less, you find yourself at Rousseau's. It's a Friday night, and the bar is brimming with lively festive energy. The soft glow of Christmas lights hangs overhead, jazz music plays softly, and the sound of chattering and laughing bounces off the walls. Sipping on your second drink of the night while Elijah tells you about his day.

You love to hear him speak; it could be about literally anything, and it's always interesting. He is just so formal—not that you mind; his diction is sexy. Hearing him say words that most people would abbreviate and shorten, using lengthy and flattering expressions instead, just does something to you. He makes everything seem important and interesting; his speech is so gentlemanly and polite. You like his authority and command over words.

You listen to him intently, laughing every now and then at something he says. Sitting next to each other in a booth, knees touching due to the cramped space. He places his hand on your thigh as he starts another sentence, running his thumb back and forth along the skin exposed by your short dress.

This little touch alone is making you wet. He is good, knowing exactly what to do. Just enough to keep you wanting more without building up the anticipation too much. A fleeting, lust-filled thought of him bending you over and pounding into you goes through your mind. You try to pay attention to what he is saying, but you can't help your imagination.

That is when Kol walks in, ordering a drink from the bar then leaning against it, casually sipping on bourbon as he scans the crowd. He sees you, and his eyes light up, smiling, raising his glass to you before finishing his drink and heading in your direction, weaving his way through the crowd. You raise your eyebrows, and Elijah lets out a sigh as he turns his head to look at the cause of the sudden interruption.

"Hello, darlings," he says when he reaches the table. Without invitation, he sits down next to you, sandwiching you between the two of them.

“Happy birthday, pretty Aurora,” He adds, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek. He places his hand on your knee, fingertips tracing circular patterns along your thigh as he leans back and looks to his brother. Elijah's jaw tightens, his lips pursing together. Kol does not even bother to hide his smug expression. He knows just how to push his brother's buttons. “Enjoying your night?”

"We were," Elijah states, and Kol laughs at the agitation in his tone. He turns back to you, looking you up and down appreciatively, clearly undressing you with his eyes.

"Don't mind me," he says with an innocent smile. Elijah's brows furrow, and his jaw clenches as he looks away, clearly annoyed, but you don't mind this new arrangement at all.

"Kol, dear brother, do you not have somewhere you need to be?" Elijah asks after a while.

"What's the problem, Elijah? You don't like me spending time with your girl?" Kol teases.

You nearly spit out your drink; you and Elijah were barely in the talking stage, far too soon for anyone to be calling you his girl. But Elijah doesn't correct Kol; instead, he just glares at him. Kol smirks, knowing exactly the reaction he'd receive from his brother. He decides to take it further.

He leans back into your ear, running his fingers along your thigh now. He nibbles at your earlobe playfully, inhaling the scent of your hair. You feel hot, already dizzy from the three drinks you've consumed. But now, you're really feeling like you could use another. Kol's hand moves up further, creeping under your dress slightly and rubbing your inner thigh.

You push him away, uncomfortable with his aggressive flirting. "Kol, stop it," you say softly.

"I apologize for my brother; he has always had the subtlety of an elephant," Elijah says. He doesn't look at you but rather focuses on Kol, who is glaring back at him.

You just shrug, thinking they are both being ridiculous. You take a sip of your drink, trying to ignore Elijah's hand that is now squeezing your thigh possessively.

"And I apologize for my brother, for being so incredibly uptight that he can't even handle a little teasing," Kol says.

You put down your drink, a rush of heat coursing through you as the realization of what is going on hits you. Is Kol really flirting with you, or is he doing it to piss off his brother? Elijah's grip tightens on your thigh, and you run your hand along his forearm soothingly. He relaxes his muscles, his eyebrows lifting as he looks down at where you are touching him. His hand leaves your thigh, and he sips at his drink; Kol then lets out a hearty laugh.

You look back and forth between the two of them, feeling uncertain about how to proceed. The tension and excitement of their proximity and undivided attention are turning you on immensely.

A huge grin spreads on Kol's face; he places his palm on your leg again and digs his fingers into your skin. You keep your hands in your lap, eyeing his palm and wondering if you should just leave. But truthfully, you don't want to leave. Maybe it's the alcohol or the fact that your secret desire finally has a possibility of becoming real.

As he goes to slide his hand up your thigh once more, Elijah seizes his wrist, squeezing it hard enough that his knuckles turn white. Kol cries out in pain, reaching his free hand down to loosen his grip.

"Elijah, it's alright," you say, not wanting things to escalate. "Can you both just chill out? I can't stand all this posturing," you say firmly, gently pulling Kol's wrist free from Elijah's hand.

"Whatever you'd like, doll, it is your birthday after all," Kol says, rubbing his sore wrist. Elijah leans back in his seat and signals to the waitress to bring him another drink.

You decide that instead of being annoyed at their behavior, you are going to take advantage of it. They both clearly desire you, and you know exactly how to manipulate the situation to fulfill your fantasy. You finish off your drink, using the liquid courage to finally get a little risky.

"Elijah, as the older brother, what advice would you give Kol on his rather aggressive flirting style?" you ask.

Kol huffs, laughing through his nose and smiling to himself as he looks off to the side. Elijah runs his finger over the rim of his now full glass, thinking for a moment.

"There is a place for his style of flirting, but in order to truly understand a woman's needs and satisfaction, it requires selflessness and patience," he says evenly, tipping his head forward as he speaks, his voice slightly deeper than usual.

"Please, Elijah, do explain," Kol counters, sipping his own drink, trying to hide his annoyance at his older brother's condescending attitude. Elijah's eyes never leave your face. He leans towards you, so that his lips are merely inches from your ear.

"To truly please a woman, I believe the best approach is to start off slow," Elijah whispers, "tease her just enough to make her wet, but not enough to make her cum."

You can't help the thrill of arousal that runs down your spine at the sound of his voice and the words that he is speaking. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, desiring to maintain some sort of control in the situation.

"Would you say Kol's methods are too... hasty?" you ask, trying to keep your voice even.

"I'm afraid so," Elijah replies, leaning back slightly.

You turn to Kol, who is still sipping at his drink and looking rather disinterested. You reach out and put your palm on his knee. He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing as a smirk crosses his face.

"Care to defend yourself?" you ask, raising your brow at him.

"Well, Elijah isn't exactly known for his flirting skills either," Kol drawls. "He tends to silently pine for a woman rather than properly seducing her."

"Sounds like you could both learn from each other," you state. You can hardly hold back your smile as you take in the sight of them. Playing them both like a fiddle, and it was almost too easy.

"I've always believed the best way to learn is through practice," you say slowly, drawing out your words with the most innocent tone you could muster. You remove your hand from Kol's knee and stand up. The two brothers watch you for a brief moment, eyeing you carefully. Elijah then quickly stands and moves out of the way, letting you walk past him.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, but you muster the courage to turn around, trying to keep your composure. "Well, what are you waiting for?" You ask, looking back and forth between them.

The two vampires stare at each other, their eyes narrowed in silent communication. They look back at you and without hesitation, follow you towards the door. You lead them outside, hoping that the night air would cool you down. You need to keep your wits about you; otherwise, you are certain you'd melt into a puddle right there on the snow-covered sidewalk.

The twinkling lights and festive decorations add a magical touch to the atmosphere as you walk down the street. It had taken you forever to gain the courage to seduce them, you wanted them both, so badly, and now you could hardly believe that your fantasy was coming true.

The three of you walk in silence; you don't even know where you are going, but neither of the men seems to care. They keep an even pace behind you but stay a few feet apart, making it obvious that they still want nothing to do with each other.

Christmas carols echo from distant shops, and the scent of cinnamon fills the crisp air. Dark clouds are gathering, and they hurried through the crowded streets, dodging couples, last-minute shoppers, and revelers as they go by. The occasional snowflake drifts down, adding a touch of winter magic to the scene.

You stop for a moment and turn to face them, "Where?" you ask, trying to sound confident and casual. You can feel your body heating up, the alcohol mixed with the excitement and your own lust creating an intoxicating blend that clouds your thoughts.

"The compound," Elijah said. You nod, your stomach fluttering at the thought of what was to come. They continue walking, heading towards their home. It's only a few blocks away, and you make it there quickly, all of you eager to be behind closed doors.

The snow starts to fall in earnest, the flakes sticking to your hair and eyelashes. You're grateful when you finally arrive, brushing the snow off your jacket and entering the house, taking off your boots and jacket in the foyer. Kol and Elijah remove their jackets, hanging them neatly next to yours, and the three of you walk towards the library.

You take a seat on one of the leather sofas. Kol walks over to the bar and grabs a bottle of bourbon and a glass, pouring himself a generous amount before taking a large swig. Elijah sits down across from you, leaning back with his arms outstretched as he looks at you intently.

"So, how do you want to proceed, darling?" Elijah asked.

"How does one proceed when they are about to fuck a girl silly with their younger brother?" you ask bluntly, the alcohol and anticipation making you feel bolder than usual.

"Such a filthy mouth, and yet so beautiful," Kol said as he poured himself another drink. Elijah was unfazed by your brash words, and he stood up, moving to sit next to you.

"I suggest we start off slow," Elijah said softly, placing a finger under your chin and gently tilting your head upwards, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

You kissed him back, savoring the taste of his lips and the softness of his tongue. He tasted like bourbon, and the kiss was sweet and gentle.

"Don't hog her," Kol said. Elijah pulled away, and you looked over at Kol, watching as he approached the sofa. He set his drink down, settling down in front of you, parting your legs gently as he moved closer to you.

"You look gorgeous," Kol whispered against your lips. You smiled, and he kissed you, his hands gripping your hips as his lips moved against yours. His kiss was rough and hungry, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your heart was beating wildly, and you were almost certain the two of them could hear it, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the way their lips felt against yours, the way their hands were roaming your body, and the way their eyes were darkening with lust.

Kol broke the kiss, and you opened your eyes, staring up at him. He smiled, and then his gaze shifted over to Elijah.

"Any pointers?" He asked sarcastically. Elijah chuckled, and you looked back and forth between both of them, a smirk crossing your face. Elijah reached his hand out and tilted your face back towards him, pressing his lips against yours once more.

You could feel Kol's hands slowly traveling up your legs, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your thighs. Elijah's lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, peppering soft kisses along your skin.

You gasped as you felt Kol's fingers brush against the crotch of your panties, rubbing your clit through the fabric. Elijah took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth, his kiss growing more passionate and demanding.

Kol's fingers slipped beneath your panties, his fingertips tracing circles around your clit, causing you to moan into Elijah's mouth.

"So hasty, Kol," Elijah said, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.

"She doesn't seem to mind," Kol replied. You let out a soft moan, the feeling of their hands on you, their lips on your skin, was driving you wild.

"Do you want me to show Kol how it's supposed to be done?" Elijah asked, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice shaking with arousal. Elijah chuckled, and you felt him move away from you. Kol's fingers continued their teasing, and you moaned softly, arching your back as he slipped one inside you.

"Oh fuck," you said breathlessly. Kol smirked and leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly.

"Please Kol, would you mind?" Elijah asked. You could hear the amusement in his voice, and you opened your eyes, looking at the two men. Kol rolled his eyes and removed his fingers from you, moving back and sitting on the adjacent sofa.

"Show me how it's done then," Kol said mockingly.

Elijah's hands moved to your waist, and he lifted you up, setting you down on his lap so that you were straddling him. You could feel his cock pressing against you, and you shifted your hips, rubbing yourself against him.

"Be patient," Elijah said, his lips curving into a smirk. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body. You ran your hands up his chest, and you could feel his muscles tense under your touch.

"Take off your clothes," Elijah commanded. You obliged, lifting your dress up over your head and tossing it onto the floor. You reached back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor as you exposed your breasts.

"Beautiful," Elijah murmured, his eyes raking over your body. You blushed and moved your hands down to his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one.

Once his shirt was fully open, you trailed your hands down his chest, your fingertips brushing against his hard muscles. You bit your lip as you felt his cock twitch beneath you.

Elijah took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Your head fell back, and a low moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your skin. He switched to your other nipple, and you rolled your hips against him, seeking friction.

"Patience," he said again, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. He kissed his way up your chest, along your neck, and then up to your ear. "Stand up and take off your panties," he whispered.

You obeyed, standing up and shimmying out of your underwear. Elijah looked up at you, his eyes dark and hungry. In one swift move, Elijah grabbed you by your waist, and pinned you underneath him on the sofa. You let out a surprised yelp, but then your body relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin pressed against yours.

"I'm going to teach my brother a lesson," Elijah said, his voice low and seductive. "I'm going to make you cum so hard that you'll forget he's even here," he promised. You let out a whimper as his hands slid down your body, parting your legs slowly.

"You see Kol, patience and precision are the keys to truly pleasing a woman," Elijah said, his eyes never leaving your face. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, kissing and sucking your sensitive skin.

"I don't see how this is any different than what I was doing," Kol countered. You could feel Elijah's lips curve into a smile against your skin, and you moaned as his finger slipped inside you, stroking you just right.

"That's the problem, you don't see," Elijah said, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. Kol sighed and took a sip of his drink, shaking his head as he watched his older brother work.

“You're both being ridiculous,” you muttered, your eyes closing as pleasure began to wash over you.

"Hush, sweetheart," Elijah whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His fingers continued to work, his pace steady and perfect.

"Are you going to cum for me, darling?" He asked, his voice thick with lust. You nodded, and he sped up his movements, fucking you with his fingers.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned. Your orgasm hit you hard, your hips bucking and your back arching as pleasure surged through your body.

Elijah pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, smiling down at you.

"Delicious," he said, his eyes darkening.

"So, am I dismissed, or should I stick around for the main course?" Kol asked. Elijah chuckled, his eyes never leaving you.

"I think Kol feels left out," he said. You smirked, reaching up and pulling him down, kissing him hard.

"Do you think I should help him out?" You asked.

Elijah smiled and moved off of you, allowing you to get up. You turned to Kol, kneeling down in front of him, your hands moving to his belt. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry, Kol, I didn't mean to ignore you," you said innocently, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, and you wrapped your hand around it, stroking him slowly. You looked into his eyes, licking your lips and smirking.

"Can I make it up to you?" You asked sweetly, your hand moving faster. Kol nodded, his eyes full of desire.

You leaned down, taking his cock into your mouth. You could taste the pre-cum on his tip, and you swirled your tongue around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. Elijah sat down next to him, freeing his erection from his pants and stroking himself, watching the scene unfold.

"Fuck, you're good at that," Kol moaned, his hand tangling in your hair. You hummed in response, the vibration causing him to moan louder. You continued to suck him, bobbing your head and taking him as deep as you could. He let out a groan, and you felt him twitch in your mouth. You pulled away, not wanting him to cum just yet.

"Did you enjoy that?" You asked, your hand continuing to stroke him.

"God yes," Kol said breathlessly. You turned your attention to Elijah, who was still touching himself. You crawled over to him, pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own.

"How about you, Eli? Did you enjoy the show?" You asked, your fingers moving up and down his length.

"Very much so," he replied, his eyes darkening. You grinned and leaned forward, taking his cock into your mouth. You could feel him twitch, and you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue in a way that drove any man crazy.

Reaching out, you took Kol's cock in your other hand, stroking him in time with your movements. You desperately wanted both of them inside you, but you wanted to drag this out, to make them squirm.

The two brothers let out a groan as you worked your magic, your tongue and hands teasing and pleasing them. Then, you suddenly pulled off Elijah with a loud pop and released Kol. They both let out a grunt of disappointment.

You sat back on your knees, relishing the way you were able to have the two of them exactly where you wanted them. They looked at you with hungry, lust filled eyes, their chests rising and falling

"Aurora, come here," Elijah ordered, his voice thick with need. You smirked, but remained where you were.

"Are you going to beg?" You asked, your voice sweet as honey.

"No," Elijah growled.

"Not a chance," Kol replied. You chuckled, amused by their defiance.

"Alright, then I suppose I'll just go then, what a disappointing birthday," you said with a mock sigh, standing up and gathering your clothes. You made a big show of getting dressed, making sure to turn away from them as you bent over, giving them a perfect view of your ass.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and you let out a squeal of surprise as Kol threw you over his shoulder. He carried you to his bedroom, with Elijah following close behind, chuckling softly.

"Where do you think you are going?" Kol said as he tossed you onto the bed. You giggled, loving the way his eyes were devouring you. You sat up, your gaze traveling between the two men as they began to undress. They were both beautiful, and your gaze lingered on their cocks, your core aching to feel them.

"Which one do you want first?" Elijah asked. You bit your lip, unable to choose.

"Both?" You suggested, your voice small and hopeful. Elijah smiled, and he and Kol shared a glance.

"Are you sure you can handle that, sweetheart?" Kol asked. You nodded, your eyes darkening with lust. The two men crawled onto the bed, and you felt your heart race as they drew closer.

Elijah moved behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his hands moving to cup your breasts. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting a moan from your lips.

Kol knelt in front of you, his eyes meeting yours. You reached out, taking his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly. His gaze locked onto yours and he gave you a wicked grin.

"Darling, I'm going to make you cum all over my cock," he promised. Elijah chuckled, and you felt him nip at your neck.

"And I'm going to fill your tight little ass," he whispered, his hands roaming your body. You whimpered, your need growing with each passing moment.

"I love it when you two cooperate," you said, your voice laced with desire.

"Just this once," Elijah replied. Kol rolled his eyes, and you laughed, the sound quickly turning into a gasp as Kol's lips captured yours. He kissed you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You felt Elijah's fingers dip in between you, circling around your ass, and you arched your back, pressing against him. His free hand reached for the lube on the nightstand, and he generously coated his fingers, slowly pushing one inside you.

You moaned against Kol's lips, and he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. Elijah's fingers moved slowly, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. You could feel his tip press against you, and you bit your lip, anticipating the sweet sting of pain that would accompany his entrance.

"There you go darling, relax for my brother," Kol whispered, his lips moving back up to yours, kissing you hungrily. You could feel Elijah slowly push himself into you, the burn mixing with pleasure.

You broke the kiss and looked into Kol's eyes for reassurance, your hands gripping his shoulders. He smiled at you, and you took a deep breath, trying to relax your body.

"So tight, my dear," Elijah grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly pushed deeper into you. You closed your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you.

"Look at me," Kol ordered, his tone harsh. You opened your eyes, and he smiled, his eyes filled with lust and mischief. "I want to see the look on your face when I make you cum."

Elijah pulled out and then pushed back in, setting a slow pace, his hands gripping your hips. Kol moved closer, his cock brushing against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"Yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his biceps.

Elijah picked up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher and faster. Kol leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue battling with yours.

"Does the lovely Aurora enjoy Elijah's cock in her ass?" Kol asked, breaking the kiss. You could only nod, your mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

"Such a naughty girl," Kol said, his voice low and thick with arousal. He wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to send a thrill of fear through you.

"Do you want me too, birthday girl?" He asked, gently squeezing. You whimpered and nodded, your body on fire from their touches and words.

Elijah slowed his pace, his hands running up your sides. Kol pushed you down, your back now flush against Elijah's chest. You moaned as Kol rubbed his cock against your clit, and he smirked, pushing himself inside you.

You gasped, the feeling of being so full was intense, almost too much. Elijah's warm hands caressed your sides, soothing you softly.

"You feel so good," Elijah whispered, his cock sliding in and out of you. Kol's eyes were fixed on your face, watching your reaction as he slowly pushed deeper inside you. You cried out, your back arching, as he began to move, setting a slow, deep pace.

"Such a pretty little thing you are," Kol said, his voice strained. "Look at her Elijah, isn't she beautiful?"

"Absolutely stunning," Elijah agreed, his breath hot on your ear. The brothers picked up their pace, and your moans grew louder, your body burning with pleasure.

"You see Elijah? This is how you please a woman," Kol said, his tone smug. Elijah chuckled, his hands roaming your body.

"If you say so," he replied, his hands controlling the pace, pulling you back as he thrust into you.

"Oh god," you cried, your head falling back onto his shoulder. You felt the familiar heat coiling inside you, the tension building with each thrust.

"Do you like the way we fill you up, Aurora? Do you like being our little fuck toy?" Kol asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," you moaned. "Oh fuck, yes."

The three of you moved together, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. Elijah's fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he thrust harder into your ass. Kol leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, the heat inside you becoming unbearable. Kol reached down, his thumb rubbing your clit, and your whole body shook, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You moaned into Kol's mouth, your pussy tightening around his cock. The sensation sent him over the edge, and he came with a groan, spilling deep inside you.

Elijah gripped your hips, pulling you back against him as he thrusted into you, the room filled with your moans and heavy breathing. With a final grunt, he came, filling your ass.

You collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the bed, trying to catch your breath. Kol pressed a kiss to your temple, and you smiled, your body spent and your mind dizzy from pleasure.

"Happy Birthday, Aurora," Elijah said softly, his lips brushing against your cheek.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice hoarse. "That was a very generous gift."

Kol chuckled, and you nestled between the two men, the warmth of their bodies lulling you to sleep. The last thought you had before drifting off was how much you hoped your birthday would end like this every year.

~♡ Could someone please create some Elijah and Kol gifs? The current shortage is truly devastating ♡~

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bookofbonbon · 1 year

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the fool who thought he could kill his wife - aemond targaryen.

Pairing/s: Aemond Targaryen x Reader; Aegon Targaryen x Reader (slight).

Warnings: cheating. mentions of character death & murder.

Summary: based on this request but, I took it one step further as usual lol

Word Count: 1774.

A/N: This is my first time writing in this style - I quite like it. The final line is one of my absolute favourites from the movie 'Troy'. I wasn't going to write this request but, it got stuck in my head.

You didn’t notice until it was too late.

Too caught up in the midst of war to notice that slowly, slowly, your dear husband Aemond’s affections toward you began to wane.

You had chalked it all up to changes caused by the war.

The shorter trips at home in turn for longer trips around the Realm.

His avoidance of you when he was home.

The lack of intimacy.

The change in his scent.

The constant arguments.

Then came the attempt on your life and when you told, Aemond… he did not even show the tiniest bit of emotion toward you.

Neither seeking to comfort you or pursue the one who attempted to murder you.

It was then that you knew that these were not changes caused by the war at all but, it was easier to believe that they were when you had no proof.

Until supper one night, when Aegon's drunken stupor finally opened the door to answers you were looking for.

“Aemond has been gone for some time,” Alicent worried aloud, turning toward you. “Have you heard word from him, my dear?”

“I am afraid not,” you shake your head, eyes downcast in false despair.

Truthfully, you could care less of Aemond’s whereabouts or if he had sent word to you or not.

Alicent however, places an anxious hand to her neck and, swallows thickly so, you continue with your performance and place a comforting hand over her other one.

“But he is in the Stormlands after all, my Queen. You know how the weather does not bode well for the ravens.”

“The Stormlands?” Aegon drunkenly burps. “Aemond’s not in the Stormlands. He’s been overseeing our war effort in the Riverlands for the better part of the past year.”

The threads that hold you together threaten to snap but it wasn’t enough, you needed more.

So, you play a lustful game with Aegon, the only one who could give you the full truth behind the answers you seeked.

More giggling, less eye rolling.

More indulging him in his love for the cup, less scolding him for it.

Stolen looks, lingering touches, kisses on the cheek that grew nearer and nearer to one another’s lips and wanton glances from across the room.

Until finally, finally, finally… he innocently invites you to his quarters under the guise of wanting to go over battle strategy with you before your trip to the North but, with the true intention of bedding you.

It was easy from there.

Aegon longed only for women and wine and so, you used both of those things to your advantage – plying him with glass after glass and drawing him in with your body.

Allowing his hands to wonder over every curve and dip of your figure.

His hand cupping your cheek, lips brushing against yours and then you pull away.

“I cannot,” you croak, false tears springing to your eyes. “I- Aemond is my husband. He is your brother, and he is out there fighting for us and protecting us. Loyal and dutiful and I-I am here being a-a… a whore.”

You allow your tears to fall most dramatically from your eyes, a harrowing sob falling from your lips.

Aegon scratches at his head, annoyed by your sudden outburst but, still hopeful of a pleasure filled night so, he brings you into his arms and wipes at your tears; the faint outline of his cock pressing against your lower stomach.

“Oh, my dear, sweet, sister. The true picture of loyalty and duty toward a husband who does not do you the same kindness,” he tuts, thinking out loud.

You sniff sadly, lips pouty and eyes shining innocently as you stare up at Aegon, baiting him.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, voice wobbling.

Aegon studies you for a moment, thinking about how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

Thinking about how your thoughts of Aemond were now preventing your pretty lips from being wrapped around his cock so, in his lusty, wine filled daze Aegon confesses Aemond’s sins.

Of the bastard Alys Rivers of House Strong with whom Aemond now lay with, taking her up as not just his whore but, his lover.

"A witch," Aegon tells you.

A witch who had been aiding them in their war effort for she could see what had not yet happened but was certain to come.

A witch who Aemond plotted with to rid you of life.

Aegon only confirms what you already know but, still it hurts to hear and so, you spend the rest of the night weeping into an irate Aegon’s chest as he holds you in awkward comfort.

He was hoping to get his cock wet not his shirt.

The next morning you are gone. Taken to the skies on the back of your dragon Vermithor.

Those in King’s Landing assuming you had left for your assignment in the North but, only going so far as Dragonstone.

Aegon unsuspecting and forgetting of the words he had spoken to you the night before.

“Rhaenyra,” you bow your head to your niece.

“Daemon,” you turn your nose up at your cousin.

“I should slice you from the opening of your cunt to the opening of your mouth for even showing your face here,” he hisses at you.

“You should but, you won’t,” you shrug.

Your arrogance provokes Daemon forward until Rhaenyra's hand wraps itself around his bicep.

“And you won’t because you know I can help you,” you finish.

“In what world would you think that I would want your help after your husband murdered my son?” Rhaenyra seethes, tears lining her eyes.

“A world plunged into war and forcing those of us who stand to gain nothing from it to take sides,” you bite back coldly. “I can help you win.”

“Why help us win if you stand to gain nothing from it?” Daemon studies you, slowly connecting the dots. “What has our foolish nephew done that turns you away from him?”

“My dear husband conspires to have me killed with a witch by the name Rivers. A bastard of House Strong. I’m sure the irony of who Aemond has taken to whore is not lost on either of you.”

“So, you do stand to gain something from it,” Rhaenyra looks at you smugly. “Her head.”

“You are sorely mistaken, niece,” you chuckle darkly. “It is not the head of Aemond’s whore that I want but, the head of Aemond himself.”

You lie in wait, perched atop of a mountain as Vermithor bristles beneath you.

You instructed Daemon on what to do – Aemond saw Daemon as the biggest threat to Aegon’s throne and so, you knew he would respond to a challenge issued only by Daemon.

His unwavering need to constantly prove that he was the better, that he was the best had always been his downfall and now he would pay for it with blood.

The undeniable flapping of wings that could only belong to a dragon bigger than your own reaches your ears; signalling the arrival of Vhagar and her rider and with that you take to the skies.

Vhagar glides through the sky, Aemond’s keen eye searching for the lithe red dragon of his opponent as he calls out taunts in High Valyrian; completely caught off guard by the colossal spew of fire that engulfs him and Vhagar.

A thunderous roar spills from the she-dragon but, it’s cut short when she’s suddenly attacked relentlessly over and over again by a barrel of bronze hurtling into her, sharp teeth, fiery breath, and large claws ripping into the older dragon in a loud clash above the God’s eye.

Aemond desperately clings to Vhagar’s reign, trying to regain control of Vhagar to steer her from where the onslaught of attacks had come from.

He only just manages, hair whipping around wildly as Aemond searches the sky frantically. Shock becoming him when his gaze settles on the Bronze Fury that emerges from above the clouds – the Bronze Fury that was sired to his dear wife.

Aemond freezes, the icy glare you level him with telling him everything he needed to know and before, he can realise what’s happening, Vermithor locks his jaw around Vhagar’s neck.

The older dragon too slow and too injured to counter Vermithor’s attacks as the Bronze Fury rips out the she-dragon's neck, sending her spiralling into the water below with a tidal wave splash.

Aemond emerges from the water with a sharp gasp, taking in mouthfuls of air.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins, giving you the strength to drag Aemond’s battered body across the wet sand, your hand fisted in an ironclad grip around the neck of his armour as you use up the last ounce of your strength to heave his body against a nearby rock.

Aemond stares at you from his position, each breath burning his lungs.

“How, how,” Aemond pants, violet eye piercing into your own.

“Aegon,” you answer, kneeling beside him. “He has only taste for women and wine so, I am sure you can imagine how easy it was to withdraw the answers I needed from him.”

“I do not under- understand. Alys- Alys only saw Daem-”

You tut disapprovingly at Aemond, pulling a necklace from beneath your armour, the blood red eye-shaped pendant swinging back and forth.

“Protection from her wandering eyes. No matter how far or clearly your beloved Alys could see into the future, she could have never foreseen me,” you brush silvery strands from his head, gripping his chin between your fingers.

“The Targaryen bloodline is rooted deeply in fire and blood magic, dear husband. You might have done better to remember that if your mother had bothered to keep to the traditions of our House whose sigil you wear so brazenly on your chest and name you call your own.”

Aemond glares at you with the hatred of a thousand burning suns. He should've killed you himself.

“But, not for long,” you pull the Catspaw Dagger from the sheath holstered to your side, dragging the tip along the side of his face.

“I will not beg you for my life,” Aemond spits through gritted teeth.

“But you will beg me for your death,” you smile saccharinely. “For when I am done with you, you won’t have eyes tonight; you won’t have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf and dumb and all the dead will know. This is Aemond. The fool who thought he could kill his wife.”

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podado-t-memes · 5 months

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All the (New) Teen Titans have Daddy Issues…

Dick Grayson: Witnesses both parents dying in front of him. Then he was adopted by the most EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED MAN in the entire universe.

Koriand’r: Her parents sold her into slavery to save her home planet. THEN her Dad call her home only to say the enslavers have left BUT Tamaran is about to break out into civil war and they NEED her to marry some guy she’s never met. Even though she was dating Dick and her FATHER WAS AWARE BUT DIDN’T CARE. He pressured her into a union she didn’t want and she lost her lover because he refused to be a side piece to a married woman. Also her sister sucks.

Raven: Her dad is literally a rock in her head, AKA Trigon. Say less.

Garfield Logan: His father experimented on him, saving his life but turing him green and giving him powers. Then his parents promptly drowned in a river. Then he went through foster care. Brought into the Doom patrol and raised by yet another emotionally constapated father figure.

Victor Stone: Mom? Dead. Dad? Scientist who saved his life after an accident, but turned his own kid into a half robot. Painfully. And against his will. He couldn’t play the sports he loved anymore and he felt like a freak.

Joseph Wilson: His dad is the reason he is Mute. He comes from the most dysfunctional family in DC, with his dad being an assassin for higher, and older brother who died, and a sister who his dad pretends doesn’t exist. His dad is “Death Stroke.” Say less.

Donna of Troy: Parents? Nope. She was saved from a house fire by wonder woman who brought her to live with the Amazons.

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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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Can you write about this: you and your bf Jungkook got a lil adventurous and decide to have a 3some (with his friend Taehyung) but during the moment Jungkook secretly wasn’t too happy about it seeing you with another man. And i trust your creative juices to add some more to the story (smut/angst)

I can absolutely write about that 😌 Are we vibing with jealous jk? 🤔 I think we are... Thank you for your request lovely 💜 and I hope you like it! xox

Plan à trois gone wrong

Jealousy is a bad flaw, Jungkook knows it, but was this threesome really a good idea?

⭐︎ pairing: dom!jungkook x sub/fem!reader (ft. taehyung)

⭐︎ genre: university au, established relationship, smut

⭐︎ word count: 4k

⭐︎ warnings: jk's very... vulgar 😳, jealous jk (it's really not secretive atp, I'm sorry), possessiveness, toxic relationship (or just toxic jk 👀), spanking, unprotected sex, praising and degradation, fingering, oral (m), it's nastyyy 🫣, don't insult jk or compare him to th (he's still my character and im susceptible ❤️).

a.n.: Don't trust me too much on the angst hehe... 😈 But I appreciate it. 🥹 Might be the most toxic thing I ever wrote lmaoo, but gosh, I'm kinda obsessed with it.

playing: SPIT IN MY FACE! & Romance

Jungkook is looking at you getting Taehyung's fingers in your insanely wet pussy, the smell of sex completely invading the room. His long fingers penetrate you as you are on all fours on the bed, ass in the air and face buried in a pillow.

The threesome was your idea and after a lot of begging and letting him fuck your face, he finally said yes. He chose Taehyung because he thought it would be best to do it with a friend. Now, he seems to enjoy this way more than him, shoving his fingers deep into you, curling them to hit your sensitive spot while you moan loudly.

He's smirking deviously, an arm around your waist to hold you up and Jungkook's wondering why he's enjoying this so much. Is this because he's fingering someone else's girlfriend as she cries in pleasure like a bitch? Or is it because he likes you?

The bulge in Jungkook's pants shows that what he sees is turning him on. Of course it does, he has to see you spread in front of him taking fingers like a slut. It's just the way you're moaning at his ministrations, as if he does it better, and it makes him a little... jealous.

You're taking his fingers so well, so compliant and submissive like a well behaved slut. It makes him hard, his cock pressing against the material of his briefs.

"Ah, shit! Tae..." You whine as you push your hips against his hand. "I'm gonna cum, fuck!" You yelp, your eyebrows furrowing and your mouth hanging open.

At that, Taehyung fastens the pace of his fingers, going in and out of your quivering hole while wet sounds can be heard. It's vulgar and literally pornographic how he holds you and shoves his digits knuckles deep into you, your boyfriend watching the whole scene.

"Stop it." Jungkook orders his friend and his movements halt, staying still inside of you. Taehyung looks at him curiously, wondering why he wants to stop this moment right now.

You cry in complaint, disliking being edged from your orgasm. Though, this order wasn't for you, so you move your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on Taehyung's slender fingers. This only infuriates Jungkook more.

His expression doesn't reassure Taehyung so he slowly pulls out his fingers out of your wet cunt, making you whine like a brat. Why do you have an attitude when he commands you? But when it's him, you obey like a cock hungry whore.

"She doesn't cum until I say so." Jungkook severely announces as he settles beside you on the bed, his knee sinking into the mattress.

Taehyung retrieves quietly, not daring to make a move that would anger his friend more. You, on the other hand, whimper and cry so fucking annoyingly that Jungkook just can't handle it. You have no business being that much upset when your boyfriend hasn't even touched you yet. You're so bad-mannered.

He slaps your cunt and your juices splash everywhere. You cry at the harsh hit you just received and look over your shoulder to see Jungkook frowning, the face he does when he's angry. "Stop crying or I'll make you shut up myself." You whine one last time, staring at him with a saddened expression, but Jungkook doesn't forgive so easily.

"Jungkook, I don't think-" Taehyung begins, but he's rapidly cut off by his friend.

"Wanna take Tae's cock in your greedy pussy, hm, baby?" Jungkook asks you, his voice filled with malice. He caresses your ass rather softly, something you shouldn't get tricked by. "Answer me." He emphasizes his command by slapping your ass cheek, your flesh bouncing from the loud smack.

Nor you or Taehyung knows if his question is a trap, so you don't know what to respond, afraid it'll be the wrong answer.

"I- I want yours, Kookie." The nickname is a way to get on his good side, Jungkook isn't dumb. If he wasn't threatening right now, he knows for a fact you'd have jumped on Taehyung's lap the second he asked the question.

But you said you wanted his dick, so that's what you're going to get.

"Hear that, Tae?" He raises his eyebrows, sending a smug smirk to the man on the other side of you. Normally, Taehyung would have retorted, but when Jungkook's upset, you don't want to bring him to his limits. "She prefers me."

You like Jungkook more, obviously. He's your boyfriend after all, isn't he? Then explain to him why he feels like it's not what you wanted. You lied just because you're scared of him or whatever. It's not like you're not turned on when you're being treated like a slut.

"Now, she's gonna suck your dick and I'ma fuck her." There's no debate possible and if he dares to contradict him, it won't end well. Why would he let his friend fuck his pussy?

No, Jungkook isn't jealous. He would've quite liked seeing you being split open by someone else, really. The idea is pretty nasty, but that's what gets Jungkook on. You being used for the pleasure of others. And, you, being the cock hungry slut that you are, love it.

There's only one thing that bothers him right now, though. What if you like Taehyung's cock more? What if Taehyung thinks you're his now? He can't risk that, he fucking can't. Jungkook will never admit it, but he's afraid you'll replace him with somebody else.

Taehyung undresses and settles down in front of you, his crotch directly in your face. Jungkook is quick to do the same, placing himself behind you instead. He slaps your butt again and you whine out, pretty much telling that he's ready and he won't wait any longer.

Taehyung strokes your hair with a disconcerting sweetness, passing his fingers through it and finally laying his hot palm against your cheek. He sends you a reassuring smile, looking down at you like you are one of the wonders of the world. You should return his smile, but you feel guilty, guilty of having this intimate connection with your boyfriend's best friend.

Luckily, Jungkook doesn't notice it. He swipes the tip of his cock through your wet folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it all over his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, you envelop Taehyung's base with your palm, bringing the mushroom head to your lips. You dart your tongue out of your mouth, flattening it against your chin.

Right as you're about to lick the underside of Taehyung's dick, Jungkook enters you without a warning, making you gasp and lean forward. You're then forced to take his cock into your mouth and you inevitably choke around it due to its long length, which makes Taehyung hiss.

"Dirty bitch." Jungkook mutters under his breath and smacks your ass. You cry around Taehyung, your mascara flowing down your cheeks.

He starts pounding into you vigorously and your pathetic moans are muffled by the intrusion of Taehyung's erect penis into your mouth. You're drooling on him like a dog, finally eating your treat after having waited for way too long.

Your ass jiggles each time Jungkook bottoms out, reaching deep into you. He's sure you can see the bulge in your tummy, moving at the pace of Jungkook's hips. It's something Taehyung will never experience. Well, not with you, that's for sure.

Jungkook grunts as his skin slaps against yours and wet sounds are coming from your pussy, echoing in the room. You gag around Taehyung and something snaps in Jungkook for some reason because the next thing he does is quite surprising.

He leans over you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back, and grabs your hair to make you take more of Taehyung's cock into you mouth. You literally choke around him, your drool now dripping down to his balls and down on the bed. A wave of heath goes between your legs from being used in such a disgusting way, your walls clenching around Jungkook's dick.

"Oh, fuck!" Taehyung curses and doesn't dare to touch you, leaving his arms on both sides of his body. Your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you hollow your cheeks, wanting to pleasure the two men with you so bad.

Jungkook pushes your head on him while still entering and exiting your hole at a regular pace. He seems so at ease as he goes hard on you and Taehyung wonders if sex between the both of you is always that... harsh. You seem to like it, though, which is reassuring Taehyung thinks. He wouldn't let a woman be treated this way, but he agreed to this threesome, didn't he?

Your boyfriend removes the pressure on your head, his hand going back to grip your hip. You then pull his cock out of your mouth rapidly, coughing and chasing for air. Nonetheless, you don't waste any time and run your palm up and down Taehyung's erection covered in your saliva.

"Isn't she a good girl, mh?" Jungkook leaves the trace of his hand on your ass again, smacking it and making you moan out loudly. His bangs are wet from his sweat, his eyebrows furrowed as he's concentrated on his thrusts.

You take Taehyung back into your mouth, your lips smoothly sliding down his length. You bob your head up and down like a pro on his cock and Taehyung has to admit it; you do it like a good girl.

"Yeah..." He agrees with Jungkook, looking down in awe at his dick disappearing and reappearing between your swollen lips.

"She'd do anything for your cock, even letting me make her choke on it." He makes sure you understand what he's saying by giving you a hard thrust that makes you lean toward his friend again. You whine around him and Taehyung can't get over the vibrations that go through his dick.

Your boobs are bouncing around on your chest as Jungkook's hips roll swiftly against yours and Taehyung can't help but grope them. You glance up at him at the contact and your pussy contracts around your boyfriend's cock despite your will not to. Jungkook moans at the grip your walls have on him and he wonders how your cunt can still be this tight while being so wet.

"Shame that you're not getting that pussy. Feels heavenly..." He says, panting. Technically, Taehyung should be able to fuck you, it's part of the deal, of the threesome, after all. But Taehyung's surely not in charge of the rules. "You still got that slutty mouth, though. It's great, isn't it?"

"Fucking great. Fuck." He's quick to answer, curling his toes as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening. He pats your hair, a little bit of affection amongst all the strong testosterone in the air.

"Yeah, I know. That mouth can do so much..." Jungkook rocks his hips against your jiggly ass, approaching his high. His dick brushes against your sensitive walls, hitting your magic spot perfectly and it brings you close to your orgasm as well.

You take Taehyung out of your mouth, licking your lips and stroking his wet erection to keep the moment going on. "Fuck, Kookie, I'm close!" You announce, looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of Jungkook.

He grits his teeth, lowering his gaze down at you, looking into your glossy eyes. "I'm aware, you're sucking me in like crazy." He spanks your ass - again - and he knows you won't be able to sit properly the next day. "Your job's not finished." He tilts his chin toward Taehyung, commanding you to put his cock back into your mouth.

You take the head back into the warmth of your mouth, eliciting a sweet moan from Taehyung. He places a hand on the back of your head, gripping at your hair, but he doesn't push or force you down on him.

You can't refrain yourself from moaning and whining around Taehyung's erection as Jungkook fucks you mercilessly, never missing your sweet spot. You want to please them so bad, but you can't keep Taehyung in your mouth anymore. You pull him out and fall on his lap, letting your boyfriend use your pussy however he desires.

"Oh, my God! Kookie!" You cry his name as spasms take over your body, your hole quivering repeatedly around his cock. You come undone under Jungkook, your sweaty face pressed up against one of Taehyung's thighs.

You cream Jungkook's dick and a coat of your cum circles the base. As he goes in and out of you, not caring if you're too sensitive after your orgasm, vulgar sounds come out of your pussy. He pushes your juices around in you, covering his meaty length in your natural fluids.

"Fuck, fuck! Jungkook, please!" It's like he doesn't hear you or he's just ignoring your pleas.

In reality, Jungkook likes to see you like this, brainless and broken under his larger body. He has control over you, which nobody could ever take from him, not even you.

Your tears fall down on Taehyung's thigh, but you suffer through the overstimulation and turn your head around. You grasp Taehyung's cock with a shaky hand and direct the tip between your parted lips. It's nothing you've never experienced before, you don't have to be all that dramatic, Jungkook thinks. He bets you're enjoying everything and he's proven right when you gladly bounce your head around his friend's cock and moan around it.

"Good girl, continue like that." He smacks your butt and keeps his pace going, his erection twitching angrily into the mess that is your pussy when you take more of Taehyung into your mouth at the praise.

"Ah, shit." Taehyung groans and you feel the weight of his erection against your tongue, throbbing as you bob your head faster. "Fuck, gonna cum, sweetheart." The corners of your lips lift up at the use of the nickname, looking up to meet his hooded eyes.

Jungkook catches that, though and he immediately wants to break this proximity that you share with his best friend. "Cum on her face, she loves that." He stops his hips movements, glancing at Taehyung to have his answer.

"Oh, yeah." He grunts and pushes your head up by your hair, his cock falling out of your mouth and bouncing up on his stomach.

Jungkook pulls out of you and you fall down on the mattress when both men are not near you anymore. You whimper a little from the emptiness that your boyfriend left you in, but you still slowly turn yourself around to lay on your back.

Taehyung kneels beside your head, his cock in his hand. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you and you blink in his direction, processing what he just said.

Jungkook wants to roll his eyes at this. "Of course it is. My baby's just a cumslut after all, mh?" He looks down at you, giving you a slight spank on your thigh.

Your eyes flick between Taehyung and Jungkook and you look totally braindead. "Uh-huh." You nod, nonetheless. "Ah! Koo..." You squeak when he penetrates you again, sliding all the way in until his pelvis touches your clit.

Taehyung starts stroking his cock over your face and you can't help but clench your walls around Jungkook at the view he's offering. You stick your tongue out and prepare yourself to be painted in Taehyung's cum. His biceps tense up and his abs flex as his orgasm is approaching, heath building up at the pitch of his stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He angles his tip down toward your face and you blink quickly as long ropes of white cum land on your heated cheeks and tongue. He fucks his fist as he milks himself dry, little droplets of cum falling on you.

Your face is now painted in his seeds and Jungkook didn't think he would like it so much to see you in that position. The hotness of the situation combined with the clenching of your walls around him brings him to his climax.

As Taehyung sits back against the headboard, Jungkook slips out of you rapidly and grips his cock tightly. His eyebrows are pinched together, giving him this severe look as he runs his palm up and down his pulsating dick.

"Shit!" He throws his head back and he shoots his cum on your belly, making you moan with him. He marks your body like Taehyung previously did on your face and a groan leaves his throat. He fucks himself dry, sitting down on his heels.

The heavy smell of sex hits him again, every single person in the room is panting and catching their breath. Jungkook looks at you then at his best friend and he wonders... was this worth it?

Why are you with him? Is that what all it takes? A threesome and now you're fucking besties. Or was there something before? Fuck this shit.

Jungkook heads toward you and Taehyung, chatting mindlessly in the university's cafeteria. His tattooed hand holds the strand of his backpack on his shoulder and he clenches his jaw when he sees him laughing, leaning closer toward you. You giggle, and fuck, he wants to smash his head against the table underneath him.

He fucked your mouth and now he thinks he can have you? You and your pretty laugh? You're his, you're Jungkook's.

"We're having fun as I see?" He sends a fake smile to his friend, Taehyung's eyebrows raising up in surprise. Jungkook leans down beside you, his palm flat against the surface of the table, the other tightening around the strap of his bag.

You look up at him and your gaze could break him into a hundred pieces right away. You seem disappointed, annoyed that Jungkook interrupted your little conversation with his best friend.

"Jungkook, please." You beg him, but not to fuck you, not to finger you and give you the best orgasm ever. You beg him to leave.

His nostrils flare in anger, his dark orbs focused on you. You look away and you shiver uncomfortably, swallowing as you stare ahead of you.

"Don't be mad-"

"Shut the fuck up, Taehyung." Jungkook responds sharply to Taehyung, but keeps his gaze on you. You know your place, that's why you're cowering now. "You fucked my bitch and now you think you can tell me what to do? Get lost and don't come near her again."

Saying Taehyung he's baffled would be an understatement. He thought everything was fine after yesterday night. Jungkook was okay, he told him so. What's up with him?

"And you," you turn your head toward your boyfriend as he's talking to you, "come with me." He grasps your bicep and pulls you up from your seat. Taehyung doesn't dare to say anything and lets Jungkook take you away.

He takes you to the bathrooms, completely empty as it's early in the morning. He shoves you in, letting the door close behind him. You look as angry as him, your mouth sealed shut and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Didn't you have enough? You have to turn around him like a fucking dog in heat?" He knows he's harsh, but how can he be calm when the only thing he hears right now is his heartbeat thundering in his rib cage? "You're mad I didn't give you his dick, is that why? Is that why, baby?"

He steps closer to you and you back away, your back hitting the counter. You're trapped and you can't get away from him, not anymore, not a second time.

"You don't know a thing, Jungkook." His name comes out like venom from your mouth, the name you're used to moan loudly when he fucks you dumb. You cross your arms over your chest, accentuating the swell of your breasts.

He scoffs, pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He smiles arrogantly, making you feel so, so stupid and inferior. "I know everything about you, baby. You're my girlfriend, after all, aren't you?" He specifies when he doesn't really need to, but he has to put you in your place. "Because guess what... No fucking guy would want a girl as crazy as you, except me. And still, you're ungrateful."

You bite down on your lip to hold in your tears because you know he's right. You know he's the only one that would ever understand you. The single and only man on the planet that can satisfy you. And yet, you want to ruin your relationship, destroy him for a guy as meaningless as Taehyung.

"Grateful for what? You're the one acting crazy over nothing! Jealous for no reason." You turn your head away, avoiding his piercing gaze.

He purses his lips and shakes his head slightly from side to side, looking disappointed in you. He cups your chin rather gently, holding it in place so you can look at him in the eyes. "I'm not fucking jealous. Do I look jealous to you?" You don't respond because yes, yes he is jealous. And you're going to tell him why he is. "He fucked you, didn't he?" He murmurs, almost afraid of his own words. He doesn't want to know the answer, but he has to at the same time.

Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open, offended. "How dare you accuse me of cheating!?" You snatch his arm away from your face, pulling your own up, ready to smack him in the face.

But you stop yourself, Jungkook's eyes freezing you on the spot. Your tears finally fall out of your eyes, beautiful pearls wetting your cheeks. Your palm retracts into a fist, arm trembling as you break apart in front of an unfazed Jungkook or that's only the image he gives you.

He closes the gap between you two and his tattooed hand takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it down. He sticks his forehead to your own, staring down at your glossy and reddened eyes. You shut your eyelids, feeling his hot breath fans across your face.

"Slap me, hit me as hard as you want. You know it won't change me, baby." He tells you in his husky voice, making you shudder. You pull on your arm, to free you or to do exactly what he said, but he doesn't let you to. He keeps you against him, barely giving you space to breathe.

"Let me go, Jungkook." You say, but this is a request he'll never agree to. Let you go? And for what reason? You're his, don't you remember?

Jungkook grits his teeth and exhales heavily. "You want to blame me for loving you?" His voice is severe, filled with bitterness. "Go ahead, fucking break me!" He hits the counter beside you violently, making you jump. You cry even more, but he's the one truly hurt here.

"Stop it!" You scream, pulling harder on your wrist. Jungkook backs away, but doesn't let go of your arm. It's going to be sore by tomorrow. His own eyes are watering, tears threatening to fall. "Whatever you think I've done, it's not true. You're delusional and insane." You spit at him and he can't believe it.

He shakes his head again, but this time it's because he's not accepting it. When did your relationship start to fall apart? How did he not notice it?

"Don't lie to me." He warns you, though the lies have already been told. "Taehyung, he... he doesn't know how to please you. You know it, you're only happy with me." You wonder if he's trying to convince you or rather himself.

You narrow your eyes at him, disgust - maybe resentment - passing through your beautiful, once joyful eyes. Your mouth stays shut and it pains him more to hear you say nothing than arguing back with him. It's like you're giving up, because at this point, why would you need to reason with him?

The door of the bathroom opens, cutting your fight short. Someone enters, going to a stall. You keep staring into each other's eyes before you walk away, bumping into his shoulder.

Maybe you had something with his best friend, maybe you didn't. Perhaps you're going back to him right now, giving him the kiss that was destined to Jungkook. He'll never know and it's better this way.

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| Ménage à trois | L.MK & L.HC

》in which you and mark find out that haechan has been getting off on you two having a sex

Warnings: Softdom!Mark, Switch!Haechan, creampie, a little anal, mxm (Haechan momentarily touches Mark's dick), Switch!reader, pervy!haechan, boob play, Masturbation, Squirting, just straight up filth.

A/N: I....I have no words.

Ménage à trois :

threesome in french

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NOON

It was 12:00pm, apparently the designated time you and mark fucked. You guys never noticed that though, but Haechan did.

He knew the look on your faces before and after you guys had sex, he knew his best friend Mark couldn't keep his hands to himself and his dick in his pants for too long when you guys have movie nights and both of your bodies are hid under the covers.

He knew the neediness in your voice when you spoke to mark, which he found cute and goddamn his friend for being so lucky to experience it often.

A few months ago was the first time Haechan masturbated to the sound of you and mark fucking, he was glad because he already premeditated to play himself but he couldn't find any good porn to jack off to. The cute couple you are decided to go on a date for your anniversary, leaving haechan alone in the house. The young boy knew what that meant when you came home.

He thought he would be traumatized and disgusted by his two bestfriends fucking but no he was turned on, he hated himself a little for it but he couldn't help it. His cock was twitching from the occasional skin slapping and the continuous moaning.

He loved your moans, they sounded so sexy and slutty. Especially when you were close, they got higher and even more slutty. Couldn't describe it but Haechan knew he liked it.

Today, you guys were rather more quiet than usual. Maybe Mark or yourself did some rational thinking and started being more quiet since there were other parties in the house. But, no can do for haechan. He wanted to Masturbate and it's been every since that first night that he actually watched porn to get him off. It was very occasional now.

So he tipped toed his way towards you guy's bedroom, with his phone in hand. He thought about recording again so he has more material to work with, he crept around the corner and surprisingly the door was creaked opened.

Maybe they think I'm sleep

Haechan thought, he didn't dwell on it too much since now he sees you displayed out on your bed with your legs opened showing your glistening pussy. Your boobs spilled out of your Grey crop top while mark was fully clothed eating you out hungrily.

He felt weird thinking about his friend Mark looking kind of pretty eating out his girlfriend, Mark's cheeks were a little flushed with your essence covering his lips and chin.

"Oh shit" you moaned pulled your head back tucking your lips into your mouth, Mark sucked on your clit as his long fingers were deep inside of you.

Haechan pressed record on his camera, he was self aware that he could be a loud when moaning so he stuffed some of his shirt in his mouth. He pulled his hard cock out of his loose shorts, he spreads the pre cum over the head of his cock going at a steady speed.

You dragged your hands through Mark's black hair, his hands kept your legs from moving so much. Mark's tongue explored your hole, slurping your juices and sucking your pussy gracefully.

Mark removed his mouth from your oozing cunt with pop sound, " you like when my tongue fucks your pretty little cunt hm? " Mark spoke before going back in this time he mainly focused on your clitoris dancing his tongue up and around the swollen nub.

Haechan fucked into his fist quicker noting he was still taking a video, his tried to steady his huffs through his nostrils. He heard a few smacks which made his eyes go doe eyed again. He saw mark slapping your pussy repeatedly before he saw little spurts of clear juices coming out of you, this is the first time he's seen you squirt or pussy full on display for that matter.

Most of the time by the time he snoops on y'all, Mark's cock is already deep inside you.

"C'mon baby tell me," Mark continues to slap it, you whine out in pleasure this being the first you've been loud today. Mark hushes you fondling your tits "hush baby don't you want haechan to be sound asleep?"

Ahh, so they did think Haechan was sleep. That's laughable, if only they knew their precious Hyuckie was jerking off to them.

You nodded your head vigorously trying to muffled your whimpers by putting your hand over your mouth.

Mark seemed satisfied enough to fuck you with his fingers again, using his middle and ring finger to aggressively his your g spot again. Muffled moans echoed in the room, the cute moans got whiny before your hips bucked and your legs shook a bit. You squirted all over marks arm, Mark played with your tits as his hand slowly exited your hole.

Haechan shot his load into his shorts so he wouldn't have any traces of him standing right there, his legs were a little weak but he had to find his way back to his room before getting caught. The video was successfully filmed and stuff away in his camera roll, before he plopped on his bed feeling like perverted loser not for the very first time though.

On the other hand, Mark sucked his fingers cleaning them up from the juices and gave you a passionate kiss while your legs went limp on the damp bed.

"You gotta remind me to place towels on the bed before we do this stuff, lovebug." Mark squeezed your thigh.

"I wasn't expecting to squirt Mark." You huffed.

"Dude, you squirted like at least a gallon just now." Mark looked at the damped white sheets panning back to you who was currently in the bedroom bathroom taking a leak.

"How do you still find a way to call me dude after you make me cum" you questioned chuckling.

"I mean it affectionately, dude." Mark says grabbing the sheets off the bed and tossing it in the dirty laundry bin.

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SATURDAY— 7PM

You just came outside from getting a few groceries leaving the boys behind, you jammed the keys into the door handle opening the door up and nearly knocking yourself over getting inside.

"I'm baaaack" You sing, it was another movie night for the three of you.

Still neither of Mark or you know that just yesterday haechan was spying on you getting eaten out by Mark, which is why everything feels so natural right now.

Mark raised arms up, "WOOO! She brought the snacks!!"

Haechan helped you out with bags placing them on table, "Are we watching movies in here or one of our bedrooms?"

"Let's go in your domain, we rarely watch movies in your room hyuckie." You suggested.

"Unless it smells musty." Mark mumbles already digging into a bag of chips.

"Hey! I keep my room clean!" Haechan argued.

"Love you Mark but before I stepped into your life your room was always trashed. Haechan's only problem is the constant smell of sex even though he hasn't brought a girl home in a long time and redbulls EVERYWHERE." You say.

"He could be bringing them behind our backs." Mark shrugs, Haechan snatched the chip bag from him.

"That's neither of your business, and can we please just pick a room?" Haechan said looking between both of you, you shrugged bringing the grocery bag of snacks in haechan's room.

The boys followed behind you and not without mark slapping your butt making you giggle, you crawled onto the bed getting comfortable in the area you'll be at for awhile.

"Getting comfortable in another man's bed huh?" Mark joked, the bed dips as he joined you leaving haechan as the last one.

You were in the lucky middle as the warmth of both of Haechan and Mark's took over you, you flipped through the movies as you heard loud chopping in your right ear.

"Can you stop eating so loud?" You geared your attention to Haechan.

"I'm not even eating loud, it's really quiet in here." Haechan defends.

You went back to going through movies, "I can't find anything."

"Let's just watch Spider-Man into the Spider-verse." Mark suggested, you huffed knowing it's been the umpteenth time watching that movie.

You pressed play getting comfortable in between the two men that were just munching on snacks.

A few minutes into the movie you and haechan are bored by the movie watching tiktoks on his phone giggling at them while Mark was deep into the movie as if he hasn't watched it like 100 times.

"I gotta pee I'll be right back." Haechan excused himself.

"Oh haechan could I use your phone real quick? My phone died." You asked, Haechan nodded before running off to use it.

Haechan didn't think too much about you using his phone considering you have before, you never found the videos he's filmed of you and mark fucking so he didn't think this moment will be any different.

You snooped around on his phone because maybe you could find a funny photo or something slightly embarrassing on his phone to poke fun at him for since he's definitely done that to you and mark. All in light fun.

You went in his camera roll because you knew something embarrassing might be in there, that's until you saw a file that says "XXX" you got curious maybe getting the idea of this file probably being filled with porn. You opened and you nearly dropped it on the ground, you immediately knew that by the first video that it was you and mark.

You turned the volume down and pressed play, it was the newest one of Mark eating your pussy. You gasped watching the video.

You watched a few more seconds, "babe..look at this shit." You say quietly, you nudged him to get his attention.

"If it's another video of a a cow giving birth. No thank you." Mark declined.

"No bitch! Look!" You shoved the phone in his face, he looked at it in confusion until he saw clearly that it was him and you.

"What the actual fuck..." Mark couldn't believe his eyes, his best friend having a video of him sucking his girl's clit.

You turned the volume up a bit hearing heavy breathing coming from the video, "oh my god I think he's jacking off."

Mark snickered, "he sure is." It settled in Mark's brain that of course haechan's sly little self would do something like this. Haechan has always been so pervy, so he knew that he wouldn't just be third wheeling without having a little fun himself.

Mark watched you still be in pure shock, "babe I know you're not surprised by this behavior from him, he's Haechan for God sakes."

"Yeah I know but like— I don't know what if he's selling this on the internet and getting money for it?" You asked.

"He's too selfish to do that." Mark replied simply. He paused the movie turning his full body towards you, he had a wicked idea but waited for you to put the phone down.

"We should give him a show maybe, make it real and infront of him." Mark squeezed your thighs before bring your face closer to him.

"In his bed?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Mark says, he grabbed you in for a kiss running his hand under your shirt. You pulled him in more wrapping your right leg around his waist.

Haechan finished on the bathroom, "I decided to do a little skin care before coming ba—" he watched you and mark making out while mark dry humps you "uhm in my bed though?"

Mark paused the kiss, "we found your sick little secret." You picked up his phone waving it side to side.

"Your videos of us?" You raised an eyebrow.

Haechan immediately went red he tried to get a word out but all he was doing was stuttering while watching you and mark making out on his bed, he just stood there as if someone super glued him to the floor.

You parted yourself from mark, your hand being inches away from haechan's pulling him closer to you.

"There's nothing to be afraid of now, you finally could let your secret unfold now." You reassured him.

Haechan gazed at mark to silently ask if he could obliged to you, Mark shrugged in a 'go ahead' way.

"When I hear you guys fucking I jack off each time, I've even betrayed my trusty porn for you guys. " Haechan willingly admitted.

You stifled a giggle before pushing him onto the bed, "what a perv you are, my sweet innocent little hyuckie getting his rocks off to his best friends fucking..how ironic."

"When was he ever innocent?" Mark scoffed, haechan glared at the boy before his attention was towards you again considering you were now straddling him.

His hands rested on your hips while you pecked his neck,edging your way to his lips. He gladly accepted your lips to his, you made out with Haechan you felt another pair of hands roam your ass. Mark kneaded it, smacking it causing you to muffle a moan inside hyuck's mouth.

"Touch me, hyuck." You breathed, haechan wasted no time as his hands found its way to your breasts, He copied Mark's motion.

You subconsciously started grinding on hyuck's crotch, you easily could feel his erection since he was wearing loose shorts.

"See how needy she is dude? She can't wait for your cock to be buried inside her." Mark starts to rub your clothed clit teasingly.

You fully sat yourself on haechan's dick to take your shirt off with help of Mark, you didn't have a bra on so they easily were free. You lowered yourself again, your tits were in haechan's face he simultaneously started sucking your boobs. You grind yourself on his dick faster but Mark stopped you.

"You're not easily going to let her take over huh?" Mark questioned.

Haechan became confused, " think about it, this curious little whore wanted to snoop on your phone. Invading your privacy. She should pay the price for that, no?" Mark clarifies.

You stayed silent waiting for haechan's answer.

"What was I thinking? You wanted to be nosy." Haechan slapped your ass.

Right now you couldn't think of a smart reply, Mark quickly dragged your shorts off.

"Get on your back" Haechan ordered, you obliged quickly kicking off your bottoms. You already was spreading your legs for hyuck without him even suggesting it, with that, haechan started kissing your thighs.

"You're free to mark her up just don't do too much." Mark said, haechan sucked on your right thigh giving it a bruise and licking it. He copied the same technique on the left, he had an idea and acted on it quickly. Smacking your clit mirroring what mark did on Friday.

You were surprised by this action from him and gasped, he continued it a few times intensely watching you shudder and whimper. You were focused on the pain and pleasure that you didn't realize mark slipping his sweats off and walking his way to you with cock in hand. He brushed the head of it over your nipple, he jerked himself off on your chest.

"Put your pretty mouth to some use hm?" Mark tilted his head sweetly making you almost forget what position you were in right now, you opened your mouth letting mark shove his cock inside.

Haechan entered two fingers in your hole, he hoped that mark would show him how to make you squirt because that's all he's dreamed of, wanting to make you squirt all over him. Make a mess on him. But he continued his drawn out thrusts inside your cunt.

Your whines vibrated on Mark's cock, causing him to subconsciously jerk his hips forward.

Haechan's lips clasps onto your clit sucking as if his life depends on it, your legs shook from the slight sensitivity on it. His tongue wiggles left and right on your clit, he timidly watched you struggle to keep a flow on sucking marks cock. Haechan slurps the new juices dripping from your pussy, he hums lowly as he sways his head up and down hanging on to your bud.

Mark held your head in place so he could fuck your face, your cheeks hallowed bringing him to curse out loud throwing his head back. The gargling sounds of him thrusting his dick in your mouth made you even more wet and haechan could tell.

"She's getting more wet by you fucking her mouth, hyung." Haechan pointed out.

"Awhhh you little slut, you love when I fuck your throat hm? " Mark said teasingly, he did a stern thrust which hit the back of your throat aggressively. He slid his cock out of you, he was a little sad that he couldn't finish in your mouth but he had other plans.

"Stick your tongue out." Mark demanded, you did as told and Mark patted his tip on your tongue a few times. He replaced his tip with his fingers and dug his hand in the back of your throat to collect your spit. You sucked on his fingers and he nearly busted all over your face from that alone.

"Normally she's not this good, maybe because your here y/n decides to behave but usually I'd have to brat tame her." Mark says to haechan as if you're not in the room.

"I appreciate it, princess." Haechan spoke before continuing his dirty deed. Mark eased his fingers out of your mouth, he walked over towards hyuck's place. Mark buried his fingers in your cunt while hyuck sucks your clit profusely. You moaned out loud this time full out, the moans beginning to echo in the room.

Now you had both men drawing their attention to your pussy. Mark had whispered something to Haechan, which made you excited and scared considering this entire time they were communicating out loud.

Haechan took his mouth of your clit and let Mark take over, Mark spat on your clit. His thumb speedily rubbing on your clit now while his tongue fucked into your pussy. His warm tongue wiggles around your g spot.

"Oh fu— please right there I'm so fucking close!" Your hand flew to Mark's head trying to push him further.

Mark stopped abruptly making you curse, "not so fast love."

He traveled his way back on the bed, he laid himself on his back grabbing your hips to gesture you to ride him. You maneuver your way onto his lap, he lines his cock with your entrance you sit on it swallowing his dick inside you. You move your hips back and forth still getting use to his size even after fucking him so many times, Haechan still couldn't believe he was having a threesome with you two. Just a day ago was he fantasizing and dreaming about him fucking y'all well more likely you.

Mark grabbed your hips snapping his hips into yours fucking you at rapid pace, "you're so fucking wet, ugh fuck— you're so fucking beautiful like this."

You were pressed against him and you smashed your lips on your boyfriend's lips, this gave haechan a nice view of your ass. He needed to finger your asshole.

"C-could I finger your ass?" Hyuck asks, you hummed as a signal for him to do so. He brought his fingers to your mouth letting you suck on them, he looked at mark a second but immediately read his mind from the look on his face. He dragged his fingers to his mouth entering his fingers in Mark's mouth as well, there he had both of your salivas on his digits. He went back to your only unused hole, he started off with his pointer finger to prep you for the second finger. You gasped from the pain and pleasure mixing together pleasantly.

Mark continued to fuck you silly, hyuck pumped his finger in and out slowly but once your ass got use to the feeling he added his middle finger. He lost a little control fucking your ass crazily. Your moans encouraged the both of them to keep up their animalistic varieties of pounding. Your juices over flooded on Mark's cock, he slipped out abruptly causing you to squirt on him.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck!! Yes yes please oh my—" you started focusing on haechan's fingers rampaging your asshole. He kept it up long enough for you to squirt again, he was surprised from it. He didn't know you squirt from only your ass being annihilated. Mark watched in awe along with Hyuck, he was so focused with that he momentarily forgot he wasn't inside of you. Haechan helped him out by lining Mark's dick up again with your cunt, he pumped him just a bit to rough him up.

"Your ass is so pretty baby." Haechan mentions before taking his fingers out and smacking both of your cheeks one at a time while sucking on hid digits.

Mark became louder signaling his close to cumming, "Oh shit babe stay still, im gonna fuck my cum so deep in you!!" His thrusts became sloppy and you clutched onto his shoulder as his hands digged in your ass. His hips stuttered his moans going in tune with yours while fucking his cum inside you as he said he would. He paused before sliding himself out slowly.

His cum dripped out of your pussy, hyuck watched in awe again. He dragged a single finger down your slit to taste the mix of your juices and Mark's.

Haechan grabbed your chin to give you a deep kiss, you gave in placing a hand on his cheek. Mark watch you two while he fondled your breasts,playing with the nipples and slapping your boobs.

"I want you to get on you back and let me make you feel good. Will you do that for me princess?" Haechan asked, you were so far gone that you could make up the word to say yes. You nodded.

Mark moved over so you could lay next to him, you opened your legs again and this time both men could see your glistening pussy mixed with Mark's cum. Haechan pulled down his shorts, this being the first time noticing he was the only one fully clothed.

He eased his way on top of you, he rubs your pussy generously. His cock looked so pretty and big, Mark's was definitely bigger but from your imagination about Haechan your expectations were certainly fulfilled. He eased his dick inside of you knowing you were probably still coming down from your previous orgasm and being sensitive, he pushed until his hips met your thighs.

"Oh my god she's so fucking warm." He moaned towards Mark, he prods his hips forward. He let's out a little whimper,he brings himself down so he could place hickies on your neck.

"Hey! That's my job!" Mark's said, haechan looks over giggling a bit.

"I'm sorry dude I couldn't help it." Haechan apologizes half heartedly.

"Please go- go faster hyuck, fucking ruin me" you pleaded, haechan couldn't deny how sexy you sound begging for him to fuck the shit out of you. Haechan didn't waste time as he went faster his hand found it's way to your hair pulling at it, his rough snaps made your legs wrap around his hips. That right there made him weak, that motivated him to fuck you roughly.

Hyuck sucks your neck again, he sneakily takes his free hand to play with your clit while driving himself into you. The overstimulation starts to make tears well up, your broken moans were caused by hyuck attaching your lips to yours again.

You started saying incoherent words but saying it well enough to tell hyuck your close, "you're being so fucking good for him." Mark mumbles in your ear the rasp of his voice sending shockwaves to your cunt.

"Ahhhh fuck i-im fffucking cumming shhhit!!" You screamed

Haechan felt your juices flooding around his cock, he oh so badly wanted to make you squirt on him. He pulled out playing with your clit by using his tip, you grab his wrist but to no avail does he stop or slows down,your juices shoot out onto his cock and abdomen a bit. You scream from the overstimulation, you chant haechan's name. He slams back into you fucking your pussy at a animalistic pace, he curses out loud.

Mark on the side lines stroking himself watching you getting pounded into by his friend, haechans thrusts become sloppy and inconsistent. The sound of skin slapping becomes a spiral in your head, and before you know it his hot load shoots into you. He kept going though, you didn't mind but boy were you really sensitive right now. He fucked his cum into you just like Mark did, he slowed down slipping out on his last thrust.

He laid himself on your boobs sucking on them lazily while he groaned in satisfaction. After that, he placed a few pecks on your chest to your neck then your lips transitioning into another makeout session.

"Fuck that was so good." Haechan panted.

"It's funny because we were just thinking about having a threesome with you. Had a little conversation about it." Mark Converses also slightly out of breath.

"I had the idea." You breathed pointing at yourself.

Haechan patted your thigh " Smart girl."

Mark got off the bed, " Let's go take a shower together."

"I don't think I trust myself in the shower with both you and haechan." You announced.

"And so what if we have a round 2?" Haechan rolled off of you finally.

"Love you both, have very good dicks and all that sweet jazz but..a bitch is tired so I wanna get in and out the shower." You said.

"Yes ma'am." Mark says before walking in the bathroom leaving you and hyuck alone.

You roll over facing haechan giving him a peck on the cheek, "satisfied?"

"Most definitely." Haechan returned the smooch.

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#nct #nct 127 #mark lee smut #haechan smut #nct dream #nct smut #nct drabbles #nct imagines

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r3medialch8os · 8 months

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so since u guys liked that i did this with remedial chaos theory i will now also be doing this for epidemiology.

the most incredible thing about this episode is that it is in fact Not merely an homage like most concept episodes are; it actually happens. a zombie epidemic For Real takes place at greendale. it's not a gimmick or a game or a way to frame the plot. the actual conflict is derived from the fact that people are zombies and the study group need to outrun them/turn them back. how often can you say that a sitcom incorporates a storyline like this and sincerely pulls it off? never.

the emotional tension in this episode is framed around troy/abed/jeff and the dichotomy of being a nerd vs. being cool, which respectively get attributed the qualities of caring about the people around you who have turned into zombies or wanting to run and escape from the zombies without trying to help. abed and jeff's costumes are both pointed out in the beginning receiving clear denotations of 'lame' and 'too cool to care' and therefore their positions in the conflict are cemented. the episode has a push-pull with troy being the moving factor, having to decide what he thinks is most important. he gets swayed in the beginning by two girls rejecting him over his costume and jeff mentioning how expensive his suit is. he changes from his ripley costume into a 'sexy dracula'. abed spends the whole episode trying to get troy back to his side, even saying "what defines a nerd? committing to an awesome halloween costume with your best friend?" troy is eventually 'turned back' into his nerdy self (perhaps a zombie metaphor itself, keeping in tone with the theme of the episode) because jeff cares more about his suit getting dirty than surviving the herd of zombies.

a crucial part of the episode is that it is soundtracked by abba music playing from the dean's playlist. now, who would i be if i didn't investigate significant music choices connected to scenes? first up and probably the most important one: s.o.s. is used in the background of a scene where abed confronts troy about changing costumes. troy insults him and walks away. the lyrics are: 'you seemed so far away, though you were standing near. you made me feel alive, but something died, i fear. i really tried to make it up, i wish I understood. what happened to our love? it used to be so good.' next; gimme gimme gimme plays right before the scene where chang and shirley hook up. another insane choice is at the end when troy is fighting the zombies. the whole sequence has mamma mia playing in the background Faintly. then when troy eventually gets to abed and has to fight him, the music comes in much louder with the lyrics: 'here i go again, my, my, how can i resist you?', which i think fits perfectly. the ending song fernando has the lyrics 'there was something in the air that night', both referencing the thermostat changing the zombies back and the fact that it was just an incredibly weird fucking night.

troy is dressed as ellen ripley and also kind of acts as the ripley of this episode. his journey in this as being the sole survivor and the one to eventually save greendale adheres to a common science fiction model where a life-threatening force is faced against the protagonists and they fall off in degrees, resulting in one person being left to mend everything. here specifically, it seems to mirror ripley's journey in alien (1979) as it starts with a crew that eventually gets cut down leaving only her. i thought that was really cool.

more alien tidbits, but the jumping cat scene is also inspired by it. jones the cat is an imporant figure in the first alien movie. in various scenes, members of the crew will go looking for him, then get ambushed by the titular alien and subsequently killed. it is a minor homage to the movie through yet another subtle reference. the bit is also parodying jumpscares in horror movies in general, and how they are used to cheaply amplify the tension. anyways, it's quite the multilayered joke because it also really works out of context as a bizarre comedic moment.

troy and abed's scene in the basement pays homage to princess leia and han solo's scene in the empire strikes back. the conversation in the film takes place just before han is frozen alive in carbonite by darth vader. not knowing if he’ll survive, he kisses leia, only to be torn away from her by stormtroopers. she says 'i love you,' and as he descends into chamber, han replies, 'i know.' an undeniably romantic moment, maybe one of the most memorable ones ever, is applied to troy and abed who have held reign over the emotional core of the plot for the entire episode. it's pretty special that such an iconic moment is given to them, i feel like the creators of the show wouldn't just do this sparingly. it also perfectly resolves their conflict as troy makes such a vulnerable statement and abed assuring him that he already knew, validating their bond once again.

more on troy and abed, it is pretty amazing realizing the emotional implications tied to how dire the situation was. everyone in this episode was under the direct threat of Not Surviving, and still abed sacrificed himself for troy. he knew this was for real. he couldn't be sure if they were going to make it. but i think he had enough faith in troy to aid in his escape. it's very touching. further, it's incredible that troy is willing to fight all the zombies (all his friends) but when it comes time to punch abed, he refuses to do it. he's struck by the force of their friendship, mumbling 'we're friends' defeated before eventually succumbing to his bite.

troy saving the school by controlling the temperature; nicely setting up his further plot with the ac repair school.

him being the one to escape and abed saying 'be the first black man to make it to the end' subverts the common horror trope of 'black dude dies first'. a playful way of keeping up with the horror movie theme of the episode.

also ironically this episode, which features the song mamma mia by abba, sets up a plotline in season two about shirley not knowing who the father of her new baby is, which is functionally the plot of the movie mamma mia!, a musical based on abba's music. probably a coincidence but a pretty funny one.

at the end when the army arrives, they ask the dean about witnesses. when he says he is the only witness, one of the guards reaches into his jacket, suggesting that he's pulling a gun intended to kill the dean and get rid of the witness. when they notice everyone in the school is still alive, they abandon this plan and go for 'scenario b'. kind of dark but i laugh every time that scene happens.

anyways that's all i could pull from my brain crevices for now. this episode is a genuine masterpiece, it will never ever get old and will remain to be one of the most unique sitcom episodes ever created.

#community #abed nadir #nbc community #troy barnes #troy community #abed community #trobed #trobed community #troy and abed #epidemiology #community analysis #jeff winger #six seasons and a movie #shirley bennett #britta perry #annie edison #tv show analysis

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Recommended BTS Fics of February - March 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of february - march! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Give Yourself A Try || @miscelunaaa 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

Pure Affection || @yooniful💕✅💯

↳ jungkook falls in love with the most innocent person he’s ever met

The Airdrop Incident || @yoon-kooks💕✅

↳ You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

Our Not So Secret Secret || @thvhoe🔞💕✅💯

↳ When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

Spellbound || @yoonivy🔞💕💔✅

↳ The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle.

Care For You || @archivedkookie💕✅

↳ Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

Cherry Lips || @guqwrvte💕✅

↳ you start using a new lip balm and jimin loves the taste.

Happiness Looks Good On You || @peachywritess💕✅

↳ (the title says it all.)

In Which.... || @onlyswan💕🔄💯💯💯💯

↳ (no summary, but if you want to feel soft and fluffy inside, this you should read their collection!)

Plan A Trois Gone Wrong || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jealousy is a bad flaw, Jungkook knows it, but was this threesome really a good idea?

Starboy || @thvhoe 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Jisung still has feelings for you, even though he'll never admit it. So when he starts dating someone who looks way too much like you, and then shows up unannounced on the same day that Jungkook does, well, let's just say Jungkook is done playing games.

Sweet Promise || @7deadlysinsfics 🔞💕✅

↳ hoseok is a romantic. he adores all the cheesy, cringey things about love, especially valentine’s day. there’s one problem, though: you hate all the cheesy, cringey things about love, including valentine’s day. but you do love your boyfriend, and for him, you’re willing to put aside your aversion for the holiday, especially when he promises you something you’ve been dying to try with him

Enemy || @bonny-kookoo💕💔🔄

↳ The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or alternatively: Jungkook has no idea what to do with you.

Lavender Lemonade || @euphoricfilter💕✅

↳ you love spring and namjoon loves you.

Put Your Records On || @mysingularitybts 🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ (there wasnt a summary, but i do suggest you give this one a read!)

Secret Story Of The Swan || @purpleyoonn💕✅

↳ You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands.

Sugar & Spice || @bonny-kookoo💕🔄 (not too sure on the genre quite yet)

↳ In which Jungkook really wants people to love you just as much as he does - or maybe not.

The Life Of A Tyrant || @euphoricfilter💕✅

↳ it’s hard to hide you from the world when you’re on the run.

Enchanted || @purpleyoonn🔞💕💔🔄

↳ The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over. thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.

Fight or Flight || @thvhoe🔞💕💔✅

↳ You want to disappear and sink into the ground—we're talking code red. As a result of the horrible events of accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend's brother, your life appears to change drastically. Beautiful, arrogant, and quickly developing into a star fighter—many factors should prevent you from falling for Jeon Jungkook. For years, you've kept your feelings for him a secret. Yet, ever since he has seen you in your underwear, it can become difficult to conceal your emotions when you see him practically daily.

Fxck A Fxckboy! || @yoongifis🔞✅

↳ where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

Groupie || @joonsy2k🔞💕✅

↳ Your best friend Jimin invites you to see his band, painted duck, perform at your local bar. You didn't expect to end up backstage with the bands lead bassist.

Ivory Paws || @yminie🔞💕💔✅

↳ Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all.

Regroup || @drvmekoo🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ Living with a roommate isn’t always smooth sailing. Whether it’s being plagued by a history of conflict, having met under bizarre circumstances or simply falling in love with the one person you know you shouldn’t be falling for. Are you ready to put pen to paper and sign away on that room for rent? After all, “the fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut”

Room For Rent (Bangtan Collab) || @m-yg93🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯💯

Summer Nights and Morning Dew || @jeonstudios💕💔✅💯

↳ “Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”

Wicked As They Come || @caelesjjk 🔞✅

↳ you’ve been undercover at one of Min Yoongi’s many hotels in the city for the past week. you’re there because of the rumors that have been spreading regarding his vampire employees feeding off of his human guests. what you don’t expect to happen is Min Yoongi discovering your true intentions in his hotel and offering you a very interesting ultimatum: pretend to date the vampire CEO to help appeal to his human guests, or quickly find out just what kind of monster he can really be.

A Place For Us || @raplinesmoon💕💔✅

↳ It’s always on the most momentous occasions that things fall apart - but with some luck, love is always enough to bring people back together.

Father and Son || @serendipitous-seven💕✅

↳ moments with yoongi and his son while they enjoy a trip together

Vegas || @chimivx💕✅💯

↳ Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows... However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor's appointment though, things seem to shape up...

Baby (You Complete Us) || @purpleyoonn🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing. (sorry theres going to be a whole lotta fics from this author. and the reason is....i just fcking love their writings)

Doughnuts and Shell Casings || @purpleyoonn🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

Iridescent Love || @imnotlauriane🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

Lies || @i-am-baechu💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Being friends with a famous boy group is laughable but here is L/N Y/N, best friends with Bts. Years of friendship and trust but all of sudden they start acting differently and it makes her question everything

Sleeping Temptation || @yminie🔞💕💔✅💯

The Little Things || @xddaengx💕✅

↳ You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

I Hate You, Will You Marry Me? || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ you are just living your life. finally graduated college, living with your best friend, working your dream job as a choreographer. that is until you a get a text from someone you never thought you’d hear from again asking for a favor. he knows your secret and uses it as blackmail to get you to help him.

Nonsense || @muniimyg🔞💕💔✅

↳ jimin and oc know each others secrets. they’re virgins and make a deal to lose it to one another. after that, they keep hooking up and everyone can’t believe their eyes when they catch glimpses of the two getting along

Your Universe || @muniimyg🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

How Long Will We Fall || @jiminrings 💕💔✅💯

↳ if it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin — that’s why jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it. alternatively, jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.

My Home || @purpleyoonn💕💔✅💯💯

↳ It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.

Yoongi’s Lullaby || @jiminrings💕💔✅💯💯

↳ there’s two things you can conclude from yoongi’s shapeshifting service: a) it’s great for his wallet, and b) it’s crushing for your heart. alternatively, yoongi’s your best friend and soulmate, and you have to watch him fall in love over and over again.

Captivity || @jimilter 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Maybe you shouldn’t be so attracted to one of your kidnappers and maybe you shouldn’t give in to his advances – but Park Jimin is way too irresistibly sexy and persistent in his pursuit of you for his own good.

Goodbye To Hello || @vminity21🔞💕💔✅

↳ After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job at a retail store part time, life seems to gradually bring happiness and healing, but you did not expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring tattoo artist, Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be an adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?

Off-Screen || @thvhoe🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest rival finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are? Or You've spent your entire life pretending to be a guy online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out, things get even more tricky.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts strangers to lovers au #bts soulmate au #bts hybrid au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts fic recs #bts recs #bts social media au #bts dad au

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joviepog · 7 months

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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

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madschiavelique · 8 months

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I want more thoughts pleaseeee 🙏

okidoki so this ask refers this one right here which itself refers to this one right here. this au appeared in my mind while rewatching the movie Troy with Brad Pitt where I thought "huh Miguel as the Achilles in this movie and reader as Briseis would be delicious".

And then it all clicked in my mind.

SO, let's get started on what has been cooking in my mind for the last 3 hours : a soldier!miguel o'hara x slave(?)!reader enemies to lovers

content warnings : mentions of war, blood, killings, fire

Let's picture this in a sort of ancient greek setting, where a king (kinda Agamemnon) wants to govern over the entire country - and then world - which leads him to engendering many, many wars. In this army, his most fierce and strong fighter is Miguel O'Hara. He is bigger than any man, stronger, doesn't care if the work is messy, and has a profound rage within him.

Because you see, before turning into the killing machine he now is, he used to be happy and live a life of peace. When he was away to hunt to bring back food in the family, he came back to his village completely destroyed and burnt. And when he arrived to his home, completely dilapidated and still smoking, he found the two dead bodies of his daughter and his wife.

He turned around, finding the flag of a kingdom, which instantly turned into his enemy. He went to his king, offered his services to him, and got enrolled, because he knew his king was seaking a union in all kingdoms, which meant for that in (his king's point of view at least) to spread terror. He learned fast to fight, to a point where it was frightening, the other soldiers wondering if he hadn't been touched by the gods themselves for him to have every asset of a great fighter multiplicated by 3.

He went on many battles afterwards, every bit of hate his body accumulated over time descending on his opponents like a pure red fury with no regret in the rage it was indulging. Of course, his rank in simple soldier upgraded. Many respected him, or maybe feared him - who knows, the line between these two is unclear afterall.

It doesn't take long until the king considers him as his most valuable asset, like the strongest card in a game, the equivalent of a joker = all powerful.

Few years pass, and the King decides it is time to attack the kingdom in which you live.

You are an adept in your city's temple, honouring aphrodite. You're pure, graced by the beauty of gentleness, of altruism, and you're loved by each and everyone around you. You were living a peaceful life in your faith for the Gods.

But it all came crashing down.

The city's bells had rung, in the most frightening way : an attack. You had heard of the many wars the king was creating, and in hopes for it never to come up here, you immediately rushed to your temple, praying for your goddess to help you.

But the temple was attacked, many soldiers entering it and wrecking anything in their way. They took some adepts, both males and females, and brought them to the king.

Miguel was outside as you were taken from the temple, his rage glowing in his eyes like the most dangerous fire you had ever seen. He was all covered in blood, his sword piercing the skin of his adversaries as if it was butter. Your eyes made a contact, yours full of tears and fear, his overflowing with dark wrath.

Your were taken to the king's tent, him observing each and everyone of you. The men who could still wield a sword were proposed to join the army, the one who refused died as well as the old ones with trembling hands. The women were not even asked anything, they instantly became slaves.

But you, when the king passed you... oh you had something, a beauty gifted by aphrodite himself would he say, so he kept you by his side. The sounds of swords ringing against each other in the distance stopped, but the dry smell of burnt was still present in your nose as the battle came to an end.

The generals and soldiers and all these violent people came back, among them Miguel. His gaze was... certainly different from the one he had in the city. He was impassive, just waiting for what the king would say.

You were still by his sides, and he pointed to you, saying that Miguel O'Hara, his greatest fighter, after so many years of good services, deserved to have for himself such a beauty like you.

Miguel looked at you, from head to toe, his gaze not revealing anything of his thoughts. He just accepted the gift his good king gave him.

He doesn't have time to fall in love again, nor the heart for it, he thinks. You're brought to his tent, absolutely frightened. This man is the biggest most muscular and violent being you've ever seen, and knowing what he looks like when killing people doesn't help at all in finding calm in yourself.

The night is already here when you enter his tent. The soldiers leave, tying you to the the central pole of the tent. He starts to undress himself, and you look away, your eyes only witnessing the many scars travelling his body. He splashes himself of water, removing the blood from his skin before looking back at you. You're silent, and immobile.

Docile, he thinks. He knees to your level.

"Got a name ?"

No response from you. He sighs, he's too tired to seek after you. It bothers him however that you're bound, so he unties your wrists.

"Don't escape."

You rub your wrists, looking up, still not saying a word. He goes to his bed, and just collapses on it. The battle was rough, and he's too tired to do anything.

That's when you try and think of an escape plan. An idea comes to your mind - first, kill him, second, run. Maybe killing him would be a waste of time, but you need to clean a bit of the names he killed by doing so. Lucky you, you're in the tent of a soldier, which means there's a good choice in weapon.

Your eyes catch the glint of a knife, and you grab it silently. Then, you approach, getting on the bed, crawling over him until finally, you place the knife right under his chin.

His eyes pop open, but they show no sign of surprise. He knew, he kew you would attempt such a stupid thing.

"Pointy thing you've got here, careful or you might cut yourself." he jokes. "Come on," he almost leans in the blade to get closer to your face, "just do it."

"Aren't you afraid ?" you ask, his calmness making your confidence crumble.

"Everybody dies in the end," he smiles, "so come on, do it."

But you never killed anyone before, and even now when you have all the advantage, you can't manage to actually push the blade or slide it. How does men like him make it look so easy ?

He takes your confusion as an opportunity to turn you over so that you're under him with your knife still placed under his chin.

"Didn't think you'd be this stupid to try something like that on me," he says, his brows furrowing and his lips stretching in a sneer.

"Didn't hink you could align a full sentence," you reply.

it's true that Miguel didn't seem like a chatty person, because he avoided it. Other soldiers said that him speaking was a waste of his energy, but he would say it'd be a waste of time.

His sneer streches wider.

"You seem less boring than I thought."

He takes the knife in your hand with great ease, and just collapses once again but onto you, his entire weight making it impossible for you to move away.

"You can't leave anyway, there are guards outside of the tent." he mumbles into your neck, inhaling your sweet smell.

You smell like peace.

AND I COULD WRITE SO MUCH MORE ON THIS BECAUSE I HAVE OTHER BLURBOS IN MIND BUT I WANT TO KEEP SOME OF THE REST AS A SURPRISE WHEN I'LL WRITE IT HEHEHEHEHE

but also, if y'all really want me to write this, you gotta hype me up for it cuz i gotta find that motivation sdfgfdbgrzer

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