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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Keep My Wife's Name Out Your Mouth (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You better not ever disrespect Jackman’s wife in front of him

Synopsis: Jack is excited to be interviewed and go on one of his favorite late night talk shows. However, it takes an unexpected turn when you are brought up in the conversation and Jack has to let him know that disrespecting his wife is off limits.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: the beautiful @badbihk 😘😘

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“Babe, am I actually ready to go before you? That has to be a first. I think we should take a picture and document this for future reference.” You say looking at him in disbelief and he simply rolled his eyes.

“Baby, all I literally have to do is put my shoe on. I’m already dressed.”

“But, I was still ready before you! Both of my shoes are on!”

“Keep telling yourself that baby girl. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Jack replied while leaning down to kiss you as you stood up from the bed.

“Both of us are ready on time so Neelam can’t yell at us.”

“And she better know that this was probably a once in a lifetime thing too and not to get used to it.”

“HEY! I am not that bad!”

“You’re cute, so I’ll let it slide but you definitely are that bad. Have been since high school.”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone and placing it in your back pocket ready to make your way downstairs with your husband.

Private Garden was in New York so all of you decided to tag along to Jack’s interview and simply stay backstage in the green room.

You admit Trevor Washington’s late night talk show was one of your favorites and always kept you entertained. You had never been interviewed by him yourself, but you were definitely open to the idea.

All of you were now settled backstage and Jack was due to go on within the next few minutes.

“I’m hungry!”

“Shloob! I thought you said you were going to get food before we left?”

“I was but then I saw this girl and I had to shoot my shot sooo that took up all of my time.”

“Pussy over food. I like the way you think Shloob.” You said while laughing.

“But I mean pussy technically is food since the whole phrase is eating her out.”

“NO LIES TOLD!”

“I want some pizza. We are in New York after all.”

“No, Chicago is better!” 2fo said while looking up at you in disbelief.

“It’s good, but way too much sauce!”

“The sauce is the best part!”

“Are yall really arguing over pizza?” Neelam asked as she shook her head.

“Yall need to stop because yall are making me hungrier than I was before.”

“We shouldn’t be long. Oh, what about a cheesesteak?”

“Nee, we are not in Philly so that’s a hard no.”

“It’s really not that far.”

“Nee, we are not driving this late at night just so your ass can get a cheesesteak. It’s going to take us like four hours!”

“Not if you drive!”

“You know what, she’s not telling any lies. I hate being in the car with you when you drive. I swear your ass be on two wheels instead of four.”

“But did you die?” You asked while rolling your eyes and waiting for an answer.

“Who taught you how to drive anyway!? I don’t see how you passed your driver’s test.”

“Jack did! And my sister!”

“Oh God.”

“He definitely failed at that shit. You don’t be obeying any type of traffic laws.”

“That can’t be because I actually feel safe when I ride with him.”

“And the fact that you got your license on the first try?”

“URBY! Tell them to stop picking on me!” You turned to Urban who was sitting beside you who was trying not to laugh.

“Uhh, you do kinda be hitting curbs and speeding mamas.”

“I don’t like you either.”

“That’s okay, Y/N, I’d ride with you any day.”

“Thanks Nee, because I am literally surrounded by a bunch of haters.”

“We not hating we’re telling the truth!”

“I still want a slice of pizza.”

“Shloob be patient, damn.”

The interview was underway and going smoothly. Trevor had been asking Jack about his album, tour, who he wanted to do songs with in the future and his favorite things to do to past the time when he's touring and going from city to city.

Then it took an unexpected turn when the conversation turned to you.

Jack loved talking about you any chance that he got, but this was definitely off limits.

"Be honest man, your wife freaky as hell isn't she?"

"Why the.... why are you asking me that?"

All of PG and Neelam had looks of disbelief as they were watching the scene unfold in the green room and you were left speechless and quickly became uncomfortable.

Yes, you would joke around about your sex life all the time with your husband but this just felt... weird.

"Please tell me he didn't just ask that." Quiiso said while looking dumbfounded.

"Jack is about to tear into his ass right now. Shloob send up a prayer on Trevor's behalf."

"Say less because you're exactly right."

They now turned their attention back to the screen to see how Jack was going to react.

At this point, he was clenching his fist and that infamous neck vein was poking out indicating he was now pissed off.

"Come on, we all wanna know. I would kill to have one night with your her."

"Not a chance in hell and you need to stop disrespecting her."

"But, I heard how you share her with your best friend Urban. I'd like a turn."

"And that's my business and not yours."

"Whoa Jack we're all friends here."

You were now extremely uncomfortable and Urban who was sitting closest to you looked on with wide eyes.

"Friends? My friends only show my wife respect which is the opposite of what you're doing right now. So keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth. And you need to stop disrespecting her in front of me. We're done."

It was dead silent and no one knew how to react to what had just happened.

Jack then got up pulling off the microphone that was clipped to him and storming backstage in the direction of the green room.

He stormed into the green room and promptly took your hand pulling you up off the couch while the rest of PG was taking in the scene in front of them.

"Babe..." You quietly said and he didn't even give you a chance to finish your sentence.

"We're leaving. NOW."

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet and awkward.

No one was trying to make eye contact with Jack and he was still fuming.

You were sitting next to your husband and was attempting to get him to calm down but he wasn't having it.

Every time you attempted to hold his hand, he would immediately move away from you and that definitely stung a little bit.

Shloob was the first one to break the silence and of course his mind was on something completely different than what had just happened.

"I'm still hungry, are we getting food?"

"Shloob not now!" Neelam scolded because she didn't want anyone saying anything else to piss Jack off even more.

She had seen in the past how he could get when he was pissed off and that one time she had seen it, it was directed at her for making you cry and hurting your feelings.

She definitely did not want a repeat of that happening tonight.

Once the two of you reached your hotel suite, you immediately reached for him again and he once again brushed you off.

“Baby, don’t.”

“But!”

“I’m not mad at you so please don’t think that. I just... I need a minute. I just can’t believe anyone would even disrespect you like that to my fucking face.”

“But you can’t let him get to you.”

“I should’ve kicked his ass right then and there. No one ever disrespects you like that.”

“But the last thing you want is to bring negative attention to yourself. I think I’ve done enough of that for the both of us.” You said muttering that last part referring to the multiple incidents with Anitta.

One thing about the Harlows is that they don’t play about each other and will tear your ass apart if you decide to get the stupid idea of disrespecting them in any way, shape, or form.

“At this point, I don’t fucking care because it has to deal with you and you know that the one thing I don’t fucking play about is my wife.” Jack was now pacing along the living room area of the suite and you were running out of ideas of how to get him to calm down.

“I know, but I’m going to need for you to calm down.” You said grabbing onto his hand and pulling him into a hug.

“I need to kick his ass, that’s the only thing at this point that will get me to calm down.”

“Let’s just sleep on it, babe. I promise you’ll feel better.”

“Nah, I need you and I’m frustrated. If you don’t want me to kick his ass then that’s the next best thing. I need to take my mind off of it.”

“That’s fine, but I’m seriously going to need for you to calm down. Your heart is literally racing a mile a minute because of how mad you are. And I’m scared as shit because I have literally never seen you so mad before and quite frankly I don’t want to ever again. You can’t let someone upset you that literally has no chance of taking your wife from you. You know that is never going to happen.”

“But why did he feel the need to say that anyway? Especially when that was my first time meeting him? He has no respect for women at all. I mean yes we joke about it all the time, but it was the way he said it that I didn’t like. You don’t know me well enough to be pulling that type of shit and even if he did, everyone around us knows better than to say some shit like that outta their mouths.”

“If I did have to post your bail, me and PG would make shirts that say free Lil Jack Jack.” You said attempting to get your husband to laugh and being satisfied once you had succeeded.

You were still laying your head against his chest and sure enough every since you caught him in your embrace, his heartbeat started to slow down to a normal pace.

You had a hell of an effect on your husband to be able to calm him down in less than thirty seconds.

“You can’t take anything serious can you?” Jack asked while looking down at you and laughing.

“Actually that’s you. I can take plenty of things seriously but I wanted to make my husband laugh and I succeeded.”

“That you did.” Jack said leaning down to kiss you.

“Hmm, besides...”

“Besides, what mamas?”

“He has literally a 0% chance of ever getting that close to me. I heard his dick was small anyway.”

“Wait... how in the world do you know that?”

“SZA fucked him and told us in the group chat. She said 0 out of 5 stars would not recommend and she literally blocked him as soon as she got downstairs in her car. So, you have nothing to worry about.”

“What else goes on in this group chat that I don’t know about?”

“Aht aht! I let it slide because it’s relevant to the situation. Bad bitches only.”

“Hmm, I guess I can let that slide for now.”

“Good, so are you better now?”

“I am, thank you baby.” Jack smiled down at you before kissing your nose and bringing you back into his chest.

“You’re welcome. Anything for you. I just knew you were about to punch him. I was actually waiting for it. You’ve been around me too long so I know my violent tendencies have rubbed off on you a little bit.”

“I was literally so close to doing it but then I could see it now, you would have been running from backstage to jump in and you would have wanted to beat his ass yourself for disrespecting you.”

“You know your wife well, Jackman. No lies told. But...”

“But, what?”

“You’re wearing way too many clothes for my liking.” You said stepping away from him and immediately pulling your shirt over your head. The cool air in the hotel room instantly making your nipples hard and Jack’s mouth instantly watered and you laughed at his facial expression.

“You know every time I do that, you make the same facial expression.”

“Can you blame me? My wife is fine as fuck.”

“Hmm, Jackman, clothes off NOW.”

You simply walked away from him in the direction of the bedroom and he was following close behind you discarding his clothes as he went.

He locked the door behind the two of you and you simply smirked at him.

“Lay down.” You said as you were now discarding the rest of your clothes and throwing them far away from you.

Jack had listened to your directions and he was simply waiting patiently for you as his hands were behind his head.

You slowly climbed on top of him and took in the sight of his precum leaking out and you immediately smirked before taking one long lick with Jack instantly hissing and moving his left hand towards your head to pull you down further.

You were moving him in and out of your mouth at a quick pace when you suddenly had gotten a better idea.

You could tell that his erection was almost painful from how much he was hissing at a simple touch from you and decided the best and the quickest way for him to get some type of relief is if you rode him.

Once you released him from your mouth, he had an instant attitude and rolled his eyes.

“Babe, what the actual fuck? Get your mouth back on my dick now.”

“Be patient, baby and stop whining and lose the fucking attitude because I’ll make you use your hand.”

Jack threw his head back in frustration but was trying to be patient and listen to directions.

“Come on mamas, this shit is starting to fucking hurt and imma be mad as hell if you make me get blue balls.”

“Like that will ever happen.”

“It might if you don’t bring your ass on.”

You instantly rolled your eyes before you moved further up his body and lined himself up with your entrance and slowly guided yourself down instantly hearing moans coming from the both of you.

“Fuckkkkkk! Shit you feel so good.” Jack’s hands immediately went to your hips in order to help guide you as you placed your hands on his stomach.

Sure enough when you found a rhythm that was satisfying enough for the both of you, you increased your pace earning loud moans erupting from your husband’s mouth as well as yours.

“Oh fuck baby. Got damn it!”

All he received in return was whimpers from you as you were focusing on the task at hand.

“Slow down mamas, fuck. I’m about to bust right now if you keep going.”

“That’s the entire point, baby.” You responded while giggling.

One of the greatest sights you loved witnessing was him coming completely undone underneath of you.

“I know but shiiiiiit.”

“I can tell you’re almost there, aren’t you daddy?”

“Fuck, I’m about to tear your ass up for this shit.”

“Hmm, I can’t wait until you do.”

All it took was you increasing your pace a tiny bit more and Jack immediately pushed you off of him with his cum releasing all over your upper body covering your boobs, your stomach, as well as your neck.

“You came a little bit too close to my hair that time, work on your fucking aim.” You said as you rolled your eyes and began to run your fingers across your stomach and chest before placing them in your mouth and Jack instantly becoming hard again at the sight.

“Next time I’ll do it on your face now come here and sit on mine. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

“I need to get the rest of this off of me first.” You said while attempting to get up, but Jack immediately held your hips in place so that you wouldn’t be able to move and you got a confused look on your face.

“Uh, babe?”

“I want every last drop running down your throat. You’re not wiping off shit with a towel. Get to it.”

You smirked and did as you were told, once Jack was satisfied with how much you had gotten off of you, he grabbed your thighs and moved you upward so that you were sitting directly above his mouth.

“You better be a good girl and not be squirming and shit.”

“I won’t.”

“You say that shit every single time and do it anyway.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Stay fucking still.”

You immediately gasped when he took one long lick and he knew to hold your thighs tighter.

“See? You already starting and I barely did anything.”

“Will you fucking hurry up already?!”

“Don’t rush me, mamas or I’ll stop.”

“No you won’t.”

“Are you fucking testing me, Mrs. Harlow?”

Jack’s voice had went an octave lower and he peeked out from under you to look at you and make sure that he had heard you right.

“Umm....”

“Okay, imma remember that shit. Just wait until I’m finished eating you out.”

From that moment forward, Jack literally showed you no mercy.

His hold on you was so tight that you had no choice but to sit there and take it.

You were literally almost in tears because of how good it felt and you had lost count of how many times he had made you cum.

“Babe... I... I... can’t....” You said pleading with your husband to give you a chance to recover before going back in.

“Trust me, you can. Stay still.”

From then on Jack began to suck on your clit and it was all she wrote as you felt a wave of liquid release from you covering his face.

“Damn, mamas. I ate you so good and the last thing I expected was for you to squirt all over me.”

You didn’t even answer him as you were trying to recover and he simply moved you to the side of him so that you could catch your breath.

Not even a minute later, Jack was pulling you up to position you on all fours.

“Jackkkkk.” You whined as you rested your head on top of your arms that were folded underneath you.

“You got one more time to call me the wrong name. Act like you got some damn sense.”

“But....”

“One more, baby you can give me one more.”

“You literally said that the last four times when I was sitting on your face.”

“I don’t see the problem.” Jack responded as he slowly slid into you from behind and you instantly moaning.

“You over here complaining but taking that shit just fine.”

Hmm, two can play that game.

When Jack least expected it, you clenched around him and you noticed that it caught him off guard because his pace instantly slowed.

“Stop clenching me like that mamas, fuck.”

“You can take it daddy.”

“I’m tired of you getting smart with me.”

“Then teach me a lesson.”

Liked by y/ninsta, privategarden, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, saweetie, sza, and 4,278,901 others

jackharlow: one thing you not about to do is disrespect Mrs. Harlow in front of me, so take this as a warning because the next time I won’t be so nice

2forwoyne: I just knew you were about to beat his ass

druski2funny: 2forwoyne me too because he been around y/ninsta too long and I know some of that violence done rubbed off of him

y/ninsta: druski2funny I said the exact same thing lmao 😭😭

sza: lil dick energy

y/insta: sza STOPPPPPP lmao

sza: y/ninsta I warned you

y/ninsta: that you did lol

saweetie: I’m surprised y/n wasn’t waiting outside for him to jump him

y/ninsta: saweetie I would’ve but as mad as jackharlow was he would’ve handled it for the both of us

y/ninsta: jackharlow love the way you protect me, gets me hot and bothered and shit

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what doesn’t get you hot and bothered at this point?

jackharlow: y/ninsta we just got finished, but if you’re up for another round....

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt be gone thot! jackharlow feed me and I’ll be ready

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta HEY!

jackharlow: y/ninsta shit imma feed you this dick 😏

y/ninsta: he ain’t eat it right if he didn’t have to change the sheets! 🥰

normani: y/ninsta how many sheet changes have yall gone through?

y/ninsta: normani uhh tonight? four 🙈

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta jackharlow is that why housekeeping keeps coming up to the floor?!?! jackharlow GET OFF OF HER LIKE GOT DAMN

jackharlow: neelamthadhani not a chance in hell oh and giveon and trevorwashington take notes because I don’t play that shit. my wife is off limits.

dualipa: jackharlow even for me?

jackharlow: dualipa especially for you. bye. about to eat my wife out.

dualipa: jackharlow LET ME WATCH!

jackharlow: dualipa can’t hear you over all this pussy juice I’m drowning in byeeee

dualipa: jackharlow 🙄

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bumbleklee · 2 years

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masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | family series

prompt: childe is your calculus tutor. that’s it. right?

pairings: childe x gn!reader (no specific anatomy)

warnings: NSFW [MINORS DNI], grinding/dry humping, making out, college!au, 1.5k words

Childe has pretty lips.

Like, really pretty. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you do – way too much. You focus on everything about Childe, like how blue his eyes are and how he’s got two lip piercings that are totally symmetrical from one another. You focus on how soft his hair is and how badly you want to run your fingers through it. He doesn’t use any product so you would be able to rake your fingertips through every curl easily. You focus on Childe’s ring-covered fingers and calloused palms and trimmed nails.

You’re so busy focusing on Childe that you don’t focus on your calculus homework.

“Pay attention,” Childe says.

“I am,” You lie.

“What’s the derivative of tan?”

“Something.”

He laughs and you start to focus on the sound. You wouldn’t mind hearing it again. It passes through your ears like your favorite song and you hum against the inside of your cheek. Childe is good at math. And he’s good at English. And history. And psychology. He’s good at everything and you’re starting to wonder if he’s actually gifted or if it’s just confidence wrapped up in a charismatic smile.

“It’s secant squared,” He says. Childe reaches over to write something down on your paper and repeats, “Pay attention.”

Studying ends eventually. You won’t focus on your homework and Childe knows. He invites you back to his place and you shouldn’t go, you should stay and study, but you go anyway. He lives in an apartment with three other roommates but none of them are home so you raid their pantries and eat stale potato chips and half-frozen pizza bagels on the floor in the living room.

Childe is older, and cooler, and probably knows exactly what’s doing. In fact, sometimes you think this is what Childe does everytime and you just happened to be his next victim. Not that you’re complaining.

“You know Amber? The girl that sits in front of us in calc? She asked me out,” Childe says casually.

“Oh,” You say, “Okay?”

“Do ya think I should go?”

“What?”

Childe rolls onto the ground and balances his plate of pizza bagels on his stomach. “You can’t do math and now you can’t speak English?” He adds, “I think she’s annoying. But what do you think?”

You want to ask him why it matters what you think. Instead you say, “I think she’s nice.”

He clicks his tongue, “Yeah.”

For a minute, you don’t add anything else. Why would Childe ask you for your opinion on his love-life? He was your tutor, barely your friend, and surely your words held nothing (right?). You cross your arms and think about Childe’s and now you’re focusing on his strong biceps that stretch his thin t-shirts taut. You don’t tell him this but his arms would look better around you than Amber.

“Do you want to go to my room?”

For the second time, you ask, “What?”

The lights are off in his bedroom and neither of you flicker them on. When Childe crawls onto his bed, you’re right beside him. “How did you get accepted to this university?” He asks, shifting his body so his hip-bone is jutting against yours. His arm slips around your waist and your stomach clenches. “You’re going to fail out before you can even graduate.”

“You talk so poorly for someone who's supposed to be helping me,” You counter.

He smiles, “Sorry.”

You can feel his breath against your cheek. “You’re annoying,” You say. “You and Amber would be perfect together.”

Childe snickers and his arm tightens around your waist, “Too bad I'm not into her.” He looks uncertain. It’s different from his usual demeanor. He’s being uncool. But he tries to brush it off when he hooks his ankle around yours and moves his face forward.

You feel hot, understandably, and you wonder if your hands are clammy and your cheeks are dark. Either way, it’s terribly unsexy and you still don’t know what Childe is up to. (Not that you’re trying to be sexy – you’re supposed to be studying).

“Is something wrong?” Childe licks his lips. His tongue pokes out between his lips and runs over his symmetrical lip piercings. They tug at the flesh and give with a pull and now they’re shiny. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His voice is quiet. And gentle. And everything you didn’t expect from your calm and collected calculus tutor. When you don’t answer, Childe unhooks his body from yours and rolls away.

He drags a hand down the side of his face and laughs, “I’ve gone soft.” He waits a moment and then turns to look at you, his eyes glazed with curiosity, “You gonna give me an answer?”

You blink. “What?” Slips from your mouth again. Today, seemingly, it’s your favorite word.

Childe shrugs, “No?”

“No,” You say, “I mean…not no…but…”

He sits up and looks like he’s going to slide off the bed. “It’s cool,” He says slyly. But it’s not cool and you grab his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. He’s even closer than he was before, somehow, and your thigh presses against his crotch. Childe watches you intently. He’s waiting for you to say something, do something, but you can only stare in silence. A shaky hand reaches up to cup your chin, “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

You hear your own voice before you can register, then you’re speaking, “Kiss me.”

Childe leans in and his lips press against yours. For a moment, it’s awkward. You remind yourself that he was your tutor, barely your friend, and maybe you shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you should be downstairs in the lounge studying for your calculus test. But then Childe’s hand moves to the small of your back and pulls you in and you decide that maybe it doesn’t matter. He’s a good kisser and maybe you want to kiss him more, maybe you want to kiss him harder.

And maybe you press your thigh against the growing tent in Childe’s pants just to hear what else can come out of his pretty lips.

“You…” He pulls back to take a deep breath and his eyes are dark, “Looks like there’s something you’re finally good at – this.”

Childe doesn’t waste any time kissing you again and you learn how utterly needy he is. He pushes you back and rolls on top of you. His tongue is in your mouth and his hips rock against yours frantically and you feel like you’re drowning. You want to touch his body, focus on every inch of unexplored skin, and make this feeling last forever.

His name slips from your lips in a shaky whisper and every time Childe rolls his hips against yours, your stomach clenches. If he doesn’t stop, you’re going to explode.

But he doesn’t stop and you groan when it hits you. Your body shudders, your skin hot and tingly to the touch, and Childe buries his face in the crook of your neck. He grinds his body down particularly hard and his hips suddenly stall. An agonizingly perfect moan escapes his mouth and you swear it sounds like euphoria.

He lays on top of you for a moment before rolling to the side and staring at your breathless face. His fingers ghost against your chin, turning your head to look at him with a delicate pull. He suggests cautiously. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Childe reaches down to unbutton your jeans. His fingers brush against your heat accidentally but once your pants are scattered somewhere, his touches are purposeful and it makes you shiver. He kisses you again, this time slower, and breathes against your lips.

“I don’t want to be your calculus tutor,” Childe says quietly. You stare in confusion so he adds, “I don’t want to be just your calculus tutor.”

“You want to be my English tutor, too?” You joke.

Childe cracks a smile before his expression goes serious, “I want to be your boyfriend who helps you with calculus. If that’s…”

You smile to yourself. It’s unnerving to see Childe so capable of doubting himself. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you kind of like it – like that Childe was so phlegmatic and level-headed until you came around and didn’t know what the derivative of tan was. You hug an arm around his middle.

“We’ll get to do this more often,” He adds, as if he’s trying to convince you.

Your face heats up again in arousal and awe and the blatant curiosity of what it would be like to explore your calculus tutor in that way. What would Childe feel like? What would he taste like? What sounds would he make?

But this goes beyond sex and both of you know that. For a moment, you mind wanders to think about holding Childe’s hand around campus.

“You’re bad at giving people answers.”

“Sorry,” You say. “I want you to be my boyfriend who helps me with calculus, too.”

“Okay. Cool. Me too. I already said that.”

You kiss him again and decide that you’re definitely addicted to the feeling. But you don’t mind because Childe has pretty lips.

a/n: bumbleklee comeback LOL!!! spread the word!!! reblogs, comments and likes are hugely appreciated and i hope you guys like this short :)

a/n a/n: THIS IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MAL HEHE @rqnvindr

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 4 months

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Since the OP isn't feeling well-

What do all these lovely characters do when they're having a "sick day"?

Jr: "I usually take a nice, hot bath at some point!! It's very relaxing!! Ooh, and I also eat some soup!! I love soup!!"

Lemmy: "Consume as much NyQuil as realistically possible. Ya can't be sick if you're unconscious!!!"

Larry: "I go to school anyways and make it my mission to get as many people sick as possible."

Morton: "Once I get all my morning chores done, I usually let myself take a quick ten or so minute nap, then go back to working. The cooking and cleaning isn't gonna do itself!!"

Wendy: "I treat myself!!! Get a big bowl of ice-cream, wear fuzzy pajamas and slippers, brag to all my friends that I'm skipping school—My bedroom becomes PARADISE!!!"

Iggy: "I usually lay down in bed and try to just relax. Nibbles cuddles with me and makes me feel much better!!"

Ludwig: "I try not to do much... Just sleep so I can recover. Maybe read a book or two. Whenever I stay home sick, though, Roy always insists on staying home with me and becoming my personal maid. Which is extremely unnecessary. But, I still appreciate it...... I have to be careful because being sick makes my incontinence ten times worse."

Roy: "Assuming that I'm not sick because I'm taking care of my already-sick siblings and am busy watching over them... I probably end up laying on the couch and binging TV shows. Nothing special. There's not much I can do. Nor WANT to do."

Peasley: "Whenever I've been sick in the past, my mother has personally spent every single minute until I recover, bringing me the most nutritious foods, making sure that I'm comfortable at all times, babying me, entertaining me... I like being sick! I usually end up forgetting that I feel like trash 'cuz I get treated so perfectly!"

Nabbit: "I get spoiled, too! Well, maybe not AS much... Whenever I come down with something, my pa goes out, robs every pharmacy and house in the area, steals all the meds, soups, water bottles, blankets, pillows, the whole shebang! All the crime for the rest of the day is dropped so he can focus on making sure that I am the happiest disease-ridden lady in the whole kingdom!!"

Motley: "... My mommy has to be at work and can't usually take days off, so when I'm sick, I just lay in bed by myself until I feel better."

Topper: "We have a rule in our house. Since the four of us all have different medical issues and constantly have reasons to want to get out of school, it's been decided that we can only have a total of five days off per month. That way, we don't take advantage of our issues to skip class. So it's important that you have a good reason to stay home, keep in mind that you might really need a day off later, and once you have your day off, don't waste it. That being said, I usually spend my sick days sleeping or reading. I can't be too active, because having a cold combined with asthma will make me almost constantly out of breath."

Hariet: "Sick days? Oh no, I don't do those." :3 "I have a perfect attendance record to maintain. Plus, there is NOTHING I can't bear through for seven hours. School is important!!"

Topper: *Rolls his eyes*

Hariet: "If I'm having a sick day on the weekend or whatever, though... I put all my energy into recovering. Sleep good, drink lots of fluids, eat healthy, etc."

Rango: "I usually just eat. They say to eat soup when you get sick! I eat soup, brownies, chicken nuggets, pizza, pop-tarts, cereal, noodles, cheese sticks—Really, I'll eat anything that we have!! I find that eating junk food is surprising therapeutic and good for the soul! Also, I have an EXCELLENT metabolism!!" :D

Spewart: "Most of the time, if I'm staying home, it isn't because I have a cold or something. It's 'cuz I'm having a CVS episode. In which case, I spend the whole day laying in bed, on the couch, or possibly even just on the floor, in agony. All with a bucket keeping me company. For when I throw up! Which I may do a hundred times! Or not at all, resulting in a tummy-ache that lasts the WHOLE day and won't go away. Yay me!"

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turmoilcity · 1 year

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i mite kill my ex

How do I celebrate really good greens fic? By shipping Butch with an original character because I am absolute ass.

And I get why people don't like it because I don't like it either. I don't want to read your stinkn' Mary Sue, self insert oc getting it on with my faves. Sue me.

But lemme tell you something

LEMME TE- LEMME TELL U SOMETHING-

I did it. :P

Bella isn't a self insert, she's a character from my Magum Opus I have valiantly tried throwing out there for like... ten years now. :)

This was written in the spur of the moment. No edits cause I'm cool like that. Enjoy my shitty, cringey writing.

Oh yeah. This is some MTH AU... idea of my character Bella actually befriending the gang (Buttercup, Mitch etc.)

Title: Pza Breath

There was a general rule about people who overstayed their welcome. Yadda, yadda, you shouldn’t let someone else alpha your territory bullshit- Whatever. Bella didn’t give a fuck that Butch of all people was staying late and just hanging out. She liked his company anyway.

“I can’t believe I have such an ass team,” his voice rumbles threateningly into the tiny black dot of a mic propped at his lips.

Her last Christmas gift. a new gaming headset and he was the one in love.

He’d joined about four tournaments since he put that shit on, and was on a nonstop roll. He didn’t even stop to eat the pizza Bella offered him, which was kinda rude since she spent allowance money on it.

“I said throw the ball to Mickey, not fucking P daddy.”

CD’s, bookbags and a textbook, littered Bella’s bed, along with her blankets messily strewn about. She lay across it, eating her pizza watching Butch talk in the headset. She was getting a little bored.

“The ball isn’t going to go in. We’re about to lose this shit. We’re about to-” He shoots up. So does Bella in defense of her gaming equipment.

“Woah, woah, woah,” she says, suddenly in front of him. His eyes are narrowed, bottom lip tucked in. She actually chuckles, “Butch it’s just a game-”

“I was on a record breaking streak and I lost it all to a swarmy dumbass.” He grumbles, eyes going sharper.

Bella holds back from laughing at her friend crying about a loss and instead focuses on the remote he tosses back, “Hey, big shit. Calm it down for a second.”

He waves her off nonchalantly, finally advancing the pizza box.

“Break this shit, and I’ll break your ass,” Bella mutters.

Butch frowns as he pulls out two slices and tilts his auburn head back. He gobbles it like a fish on a line, “Fyouh fhay the weirdesh shift.”

“Speak for yourself,” she grimmaces at uncanny, goblin Butch. She sighs and sets the headset down properly on the stand it comes with. A prideful trophy of hers. She will cherish it for eternity.

There’s a loud belch from Butch.

She laughs and pinches her nose, wafting the air. “Ugh, dude.”

“I’m bored as shit,” he smacks his lips. The cardboard of the pizza “shuffs” as his greasy big hands flips it open for another, “Let’s do something.”

“Butch it’s 11 o’clock,” Bella informs him with a look. “The only thing you need to be doing is getting rest for school tomorrow.

He feigned a yawn, airly tapping his mouth, “Boring.”

Bella snickers again, somewhat delighted he’s practically asking to stay. She flops on the bed, joining him, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Boring.” he says in the same tone he did before.

“Wannaaaaa… watch some youtube.”

“Bor- BELCH- riiiing.”

She laughs again, “Dude.”

He eats at the pizza some more, and says mouth somewhat full, “how come you never wanna do anything fun like… I don’t know make out or some shit.”

She’s chuckling and biting her lower lip from flat out howling, “After you did all that burping with your nasty pizza breath? I think not.”

“I’ve got some gum in here somewhere,” he says digging in his pockets with a thoughtful expression.

Bella’s still biting her lower lip, with a sly grin. She pushes his arm, “No need pizza breath. I wouldn’t make out with you if my life depended on it.”

That dropped the adorable pensive look right off of Butch’s face. His brows furrowed into a look that was a touch more serious, “Why?”

Well that was a curve ball and a half.

Once upon a time, it was true. Bella had developed the biggest crush on Butch he could have possibly ever imagined anyone having.

And it was weird. Overly, mushily weird. She thought about him every moment, lit up when someone said his name, she even had dreams about him.

It was the first time Bella had found herself truly smitten, and she didn’t know how to cope with it well.

She imagined, in his eyes, she was just a cool friend. How could she be anything but? When they met, they instantly clicked, sure, but the mapping of their friendship never came with a bump in the road. They had clicked platonically and nothing more.

She blinked furiously at him, “I- uh… it was a joke.” she chuckled trying to lighten the blow.

Butch looked the slightest convinced, “Huh… okay. Because I was going to bring up that we already kissed. That one time behind the mall for weed.”

He remembered!?

That day played like a movie she knew all too well every now and again. She figured Butch had long forgotten it. He did well on never bringing it up.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” she laughs, “Dude, you remember that?”

“Well, it happened like a day after we met. Can’t really forget it.” He rested back on her bed, hands behind his head and not second thinking what he just admitted aloud.

She looked back at him, green eyes low, hands braced behind his head and encouraging the fabrics of his jacket to pull up from his athletic, boxy abdomen. The dark cotton pulled just a bit above his navel, revealing another white article underneath. A trail of hair crept from the belt-clad waist of his denim jeans.

Her eyes lowered.

The bed bounced, squeaked, as she hopped up from her position and swung a leg bravely over his abdomen. He was taken aback.

She gripped his jacket inadvertently pulling his face close, “Kiss me,” she mocked, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

His voice was low, “U-uh. Could I take a mint check first?”

She flopped him down, crawling off, “Butch, you suck,”

“Wait!” he said getting up, face a little pink, “I didn’t think you would actually wanna mess around! “

“Do you wanna mess around?” her playful charade was dropped for a look of genuine curiosity.

There was a hint of unsureness in Butch’s gaze to her. He turned his green eyes to his knees. "I-I… I don’t know. If you want to I guess.”

Bella put her hands on her hips, readopting the less serious route as it seemed to do both of them better, “How many girls have you actually told ‘it was up to them?’”

“All.” he snapped up.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” he laughed giving her a puzzled look, “What do you take me for? A creep.”

“Okay, okay, so you’ve got morals at least. Thats a step in the right direction for a criminal like you.”

“Nice.”

“But on that topic, how many girls have you kissed?”

Butch tucked his chin in thought, then the fabrics of his jacket hissed as he went to scratch his chin with one hand and prop his elbow with the other. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” he began counting to himself.

“Oh come on. You don’t expect me to believe you kissed that many-”

“Shh. Shh. You’re throwing me off.” he furrowed a brow, marking the air, “6, 7... 8, 9…. 10…”

“10!?”

Butch smiled, “Oh! Yeah, only 3…4 counting you.”

She frowned, “What was that other counting for?”

“To see how you’d react.”

She pushed his knee.

He drew his eyes to this motion, “But since the count isn’t that bad, you wouldn’t mind climbing back on me right?” His eys suddenly widened, “After, I check my breath.”

Bella was not sold. “I mean it’s surprising you’ve only kissed 4 girls, coming from a guy like you, especially if I was the last of them-”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been going cold turkey.”

“But I’m still not going to kiss you just because you’re bored.”

Butch sighed and unraveled a stick of gum, “Sucks for you, then.”

She laughed, raising a brow, “Yeah. Sucks a bunch.”

The room was quiet save for Butch’s obnoxious chewing and the few cars and crickets outside. Her window was raised, so the cool autumns air was gently disturbing the curtains in her room, outside her window was darkness aside from a street life. Living far from the city was quiet at night, but having Butch over made it feel more relaxing.

The ceiling light was starting to feel obscenely bright as time passed. She let out a yawn and a stretch.

“Don’t get sleepy now, we still got some work to do.”

She smacked her lips and scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

“Someone’s chickening out.”

“Okay, pizza breath.”

“It’s minty breath now,” he said sticking the gum out between his teeth. She couldn’t help but to laugh,

It was a moment of silence again where all that happened was Butch chewing. Bella readjusted herself on the edge of the bed, so that her knee’s could be on the carpeted floor as she swept her hoodie-dressed arms on the bedside and lied her head on top. The faint lavender scent from her sheets was picking up and doing a number on her.

It seemed both of them were thinking of something to do, but were at a genuine lost, so all they were managing to do was waste time.

He blew a tiny bubble, and it popped, “Hey” he nudged her with his knee. She grunted. “I’m bored.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” he replied instantly, the weight of his body bouncing back against her dark blue sheets. His shoes clunk against the floor, as he kicks his converse’s off as hard as he can, they nearly sail to the ceiling. Fabrics protest against one another as he shuffles valiantly into her bed, pulling up the blankets.

“Hey! Hey! Not in my bed!” Bella barks.

“But you told me to go to sleep.”

She takes a moment, to take in Butch of all people in her bed, “Yeah at your house you dumb fuck. Atleast take your God damn jacket off before you lay in it.”

“You act like your bed is so perfect,” he rolled his eyes theatriacly while the zipper of his jacket hisses. He starts tugging his jacket off, it makes a heavy noise as it hits the ground beside the bed. Bella’s eyes take in his toned arms, the faint illusion of his torso slightly hunched in his oversized t-shirt. The chains on his belt rattles as he scoots his butt into the duvet, clattering Cd’s off the edge. He decidedly faces away from her, “Good night.”

A slight hint of gleefulness is in Bella’s narrowed expression, “You know I don’t trust your dirty jeans sleeping in my bed either?”

“God, what do you want me to sleep naked? One second you’re all over me, the next-”

“Blah, blah, get the hell out out of my bed.”

“Never,” he tucks more into himself.

“Butch, seriously. I need to sleep for school.”

He feigns a loud snore. The textbook is hurled at his head. This does not deter him.

“Butch.” Bella warns louder.

He throws in a few, “Me, me, me ,me, me’s” for good measure.

“Aww, are you really asleep?” Bella says in an overly sweet voice.

“...Yes.”

The side of the bed she’s leant on shifts against her weight leaving it, and then theres a short shuffle. The wall thumps as she hits the light switch off encapsulating them in darkness, the only light emitting is from the television that is black but not fully off since she’d only shut down the game. Also the street light shines vaguely through the window.

She walks around her large bed, light from outside barely grazing her frame, and makes it to Butch. Her eye’s catches his green eyes shutting quickly as he tucks his face in her blanket.

She grins.

When she’s finally standing in front of him, the light blocks most of his features, making him look like a lump. She punches it harshly. It shudders and moans.

“Aww, Butch,” she coo’s punching it again. “What’s wrong? (punch, punch)I thought you were tired.” She punches a few more times until hands reach out from under the blankets and wraps around her waist. He rolls her untop of him, inspiring a weird shout out of Bella.

"ACK-!"

“Shh,” he says, “Wouldn’t want to wake your dad up-ow, hey!”

She’d punch him again and now the bed hisses and creaks because two weighted teenagers are wrestling determinedly atop of it. Bella definitely has the upper hand, not being wrapped in a blanket. She puts him in a good choke hold and punches him in the face a few times while he’s there for good measure

But Butch hates losing a fight, so eventually he unravells from his armadillo huddle to pin her in a head lock across his lap.

“Uh oh,” he whispers, raising his arm high above his head, she kicks, inadvertently sticking her butt up.

Perfect.

His hand crashes down loud. Loud enough for someone walking on the side walk yards away outside to here.

“You mother fuck-”

More wrestling until Butch pins her down, hands and feet, propped up over her.

“Yeah! Victory is mine!” he whoops quietly, rattling the bed and Bella underneath him. She still squirms. “Give up,” he says.

She shakes her head, laugh threatening to spill.

“Give up, or else I’ll kiss you-”

“Okay, okay I give up!”

“Yay! I win again!”

He lets go of her wrists and arm slowly, making sure she doesn’t retaliate. The bed squeaks obscenely as they get up, causing Bella’s face to heat up.

When she sits all the way up, she slaps him.

“Ow. Bitch.”

“It’s time to go home Butch.”

“But I don’t wanna,” he whines,

And honestly, Bella doesn’t want him to as well. She already knows, once he leaves it’ll just be quiet, boring and then she’d really have to go to sleep in her boring room.

But Butch couldn’t stay, that wouldn’t be right. What would her dad say if he were actually here?

“Where am I gonna sleep if you’re in my bed.” she crosses her arms.

He looks at the other side as if it’s obvious.

She snorts, “Dude, I am not-”

“I’m not going to do anything weird, I swear to God.”

Bella chuckles, “It isn’t that, it’s just… What am I gonna wear? This isn’t my usual night wear.”

She looked down at her hoodie and sweatpants dressed body.

(Ending idea: Butch and Bella share a bed, platonically. Butch says “i love you” “goodnight Butch” Butch farts. Laffter. End scene)

In the end, could this just have been a greens drabble?

Absolutely.

But would it have worked better with the greens?

...

...Absolutely. No doubt.

#Bellutch #Butchla #Bella Jevasteen

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crowleaf · 8 months

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I'm a little wine drunk and I'm gonna talk about protein and my probably undiagnosed BED so like cw tw i guess

I think I've figured out the Solution to my binge eating, which usually happens toward evenings. Full disclosure, I am calorie tracking again because I've been feeling like shit and it's a good way to remind myself of what a Normal Ass Portion size is and so I stop wondering why I feel like shit after I eat 3/4 of a pizza in one sitting

Anyway I'll be having great calorie days, eating what I thought were fairly weell balanced meals and then 10 PM rolls around and I turn into a black hole. Weed makes it worse for obvious reasons and I usually smoke at night. I'll end up going like 500-600 calories over even if I'm eating 'healthy' things like cherries and nuts and granola. Then I wonder why I have IBS attacks in the middle of the night.

I started increasing my protein intake just because I felt like I ate way more carbs than anything according to my tracker and thought well maybe adding more protein will be good. And what the fuck, I just figured out what every other Health Nut and Keto Weirdo or whatever has known forever. Protein keeps you fucking satiated.

I had been focusing more on fiber, because fiber keeps you full, or so I thought. but full and satisfied aren't the same things. For the past week (and yes I have been tracking during this hell week because it is the only thing I have any control of in my life right now) and according to my stats 25% of my calories have been from protein and I've had very little urge to snack, even when high at night. Even at my mother's, where I usually binge mindlessly due to like, psychological reasons and her house always being full of snacks, I had like maybe two girl scout cookies and 100 calories worth of these locally made saltwater taffies and I was good. Normally I would have eaten until I felt physical bloat, like, my jeans felt too tight. But I was fine. I didn't feel full, but I didn't feel any hunger, imagined or otherwise.

And I've lost three pounds. Probably mostly water weight because I love salty things and have cut back on sodium as an side effect of cutting out a lot of snacking. So yeah, I've been eating a shit load of tofu and fish and putting protein powder in a lot of stuff. It's great. And I have so much energy now that I feel restless from sitting too long and have to pace around. I actually thought I was manic again but i didn't have any other symptoms, just more energy.

Anyway, the food you eat has a direct influence on how you feel. Fucking shocking right.

#food #calorie restriction tw #disordered eating tw

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calamityandme · 10 months

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I have been hating myself so so much today. I burnt the cinnamon rolls I was trying to make for breakfast/lunch. It was the icing on top of my shit cake that’s been this week.

I have been trying to keep my head up, but it’s been hard. We are broke because of utilities being so high. Our electric bill was very high because 1. AC hadn’t been working for a week and 2. Our landlord didn’t fix a broken window for FOUR fucking months lol. Landlords amirite.

I have been trying to eat canned goods so we don’t have to get groceries for a bit.

The past three days the temperature in our place has been hovering between 86-82 F. It’s been so hot I couldn’t wear anything other than a bra and underwear inside.

Every day I have been taking “pool baths” where I make the temp of my bath water what you’d expect from a public pool on cloudy day. Goosebump level cold.

I couldn’t stomach the thought of food because the house was so hot, but I had a pounding headache and I knew it was from a lack of food.

I found a non-expired can of green beans and ate it in one sitting while sobbing lol. I felt delirious. Everything was making me cry.

I couldn’t even sleep in the same bed as my partner. I slept on the couch the first really hot night, then he did next.

I don’t want to sound like a complainer. At least we still have food and a place to live. I just can’t stomach the thought of eating some of the food we have.

I used to love pizza rolls. I’d buy a big bag of 100 for $10.50 at Walmart. I ate them for many months until one day the red sauce made me have bad acid reflux. Now, I see the couple handfuls of pizza rolls still in their place in the freezer and I want to gag.

I imagine what they taste like. All I can taste is freezer burn. I know that flavor very well.

Similar story is to be had for the breakfast sandwiches in the freezer. Partner got tired of them right as I did and we have a few left in the box.

I feel like my body tries to find anyway possible to make my life more difficult lol. Of course I have to be insanely picky when I am starving. Sometimes I would rather starve for HOURS instead of eat a non-safe food.

I couldn’t eat today until 4 PM because the only safe food I have today is homemade mac n cheese. I couldn’t cook until the house cooled down from 82 F to 75 F.

I hate how particular I am. Why can’t I go with the flow? Why do I both think too much and not enough before I speak?

Okay I’m done

#trauma dump #struggle #mental health #broke bitch #blog #blogging

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iheartcake123 · 2 years

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HELLOOO HOW R U??😍😍 i saw ur gwi-nam shit and I’m OBSESSED. Ur writing is so good 😫😫 anyways I was wondering if u could write gamer!gwi-nam hc and a scenario,, like fr imagine his setup and playing shit with his friends and u come plop urself on his lap while he’s screaming at Fortnite or smn 💀💀 (idk if u do nsfw but if u don’t ignore this bit) or when he’s playing and he has to mute his mike to tell her to stop moving 👀 or when she gets up to get some food or smn him just grabbing her and tell her to stay cuz it’s comfortable☺️(not that he’ll admit that of course) or just eating food next to him watching him play and when he dies he just spins his chair round to hug ur legs 🥰😍 omfg I need to stop it’s 2 am and I’m just rolling around thinking about thus 😫💕

THANK UUU

hii, this was acc such a fun request to write hahdhfh and there’s also a video i imagined when you said you’re just rolling around thinking about it so if you want to see it then i can post the video and tag you LMAO anyways i hope you like it :)) ^^

gwi-nam gaming:

•his set up would be the messiest set up ever but it would work for him

•he’s always yelling into the mic no matter the game he’s playing with his friend

•when he first shows you his set up he’s nervous because he’s worried you’ll think he’s a slob

•but when you compliment him and actually join him in gaming, he’s so relieved.

•sometimes he’ll randomly pull you into his lap and make you sit and watch while he games

•but only he can pull you onto his lap, if you randomly just sit on him he complains to the moon and back

•when you eventually oblige and get off his lap, he realises he prefers you on his lap so just grabs you and pulls you back

•make-out sessions on his gaming chair for sure👀

☁️stay-yoon gwi-nam☁️

warnings:cursing and suggestive tbh

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-2nd person p.o.v-

you smiled as you walked into gwi-nam’ room with a box of pizza in hand.

“you’re always playing that zombie game” you complained putting the pizza down on his side table.

“oh, you’re here so soon?” gwi-nam turned his head quickly before going back to his game.

you sighed and sat on his bed watching him game.

“die, you fucking zombies! yah make sure to cover my back!” gwi-nam then yelled into his mic as he spoke to his friends.

“gwi-nam when are you going to be done? i brought pizza” you called to him but he didn’t say a word.

“you asshole,told you to cover my back, that zombie almost killed me!” he then yelled into his mic again as an idea stirred in your head as a way to get his attention.

you thought about it for a few seconds before deciding to go through with it.

you were going to sit on his lap to distract him.

yeah, you’d sat on his lap before to watch him game but you always managed to get him to crack each time and he’d eventually turn off the game.

with a smile on you face, you silently walked to him and sat on his lap, you back pressed against his chest.

“ah nows not the time” he grumbled but adjusted his arms to continue with his gaming.

for a while you stayed like this as it was comfortable but, it didn’t seem like he’d end the game anytime soon.

a yawn escaped your mouth and you shifted slightly over his lap to sit up in a straighter position. as you did that though, you felt his body suddenly tense up and another idea popped into your head.

if you moved around more on his lap, he’d eventually stop the game and move you off of him.

it seemed like the perfect plan.

you did as you planned and for the next ten minutes you constantly fidgeted and shifted while still sat on his lap.

with every move he kept tensing up but continued to game.

it was only when you were about to shift yourself completely that he had to finally mute his mic and pause the game.

a loud sigh escaping his lips.

your hand had brushed near his crotch.

“stop moving so much, you’re turning me on” he said lowly before quickly placing his hands on your hips to make you sit still.

you gulped, hiding the smirk on your face as you slowly nodded acting clueless.

“oh, sorry i was just trying to get comfortable” you quietly said leaning back so you were fully against his chest.

you turned your face to look at him and when you did, both of your faces were just inches apart.

“i can get off you if you want” you whispered while purposely placing a hand on his upper thigh like you were going to stand up.

a smirk appeared on his face as he moved his one hand to yours that was resting on his upper thigh.

“i know what you’re trying to do” he whispered back, leaning in closer “and it’s not going to work” he then returned back to playing his game like nothing had happened.

you held back a smile, defeated.

maybe you really couldn’t get your way this time?

as you began to get up, you felt his hand quickly snake around your waist.

“stay” he whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your neck “and maybe then, when my character dies, we can have some fun”

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagines #kdrama imagine #all of us are dead fic #all of us are dead x reader #aouad imagines #aouad x reader #kdrama x reader #gwi nam #gwi nam imagine #gwi nam x reader #writing

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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hi sry if u have enough time i was wondering if u could pls do another poly billy/stu or sinclair boys fluff? just wondering have a nice day

My requests were closed and I was gonna turn you down but fuck it, after the events of today I think we all NEED some good polyam content! I thought some poly!Ghostface was especially appropriate all things considered! I hope you dig this! I am also dedicating this to one of my besties on here @polyghostfacehours, a totally amazing and wonderful person who deserves nothing but the best always! She has fantastic opinions, analysis and is a total joy to be around, she pushes me as a writer constantly too so let’s get into it!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.2K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X AFAB! GN! Reader. No Specified Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Cuddling. Alcohol Mention. Sleepover. Sweetness. Mention Of Reader’s Tits. Nothing Else.

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Is It Late? Or Early?

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You had such a good night tonight.

Billy and Stu and you had one of those hang outs that just kept stretching on and on without ending. One of those days that you intend to just chill for a couple of hours, watch a movie maybe two but instead of it ending there you watch another, and then are all taking turns playing music and showing each other stupid videos.

Then it’s dinner time and you get two pizzas and breadsticks and fuck it, there’s beer in the fridge and you end up playing a few rounds of cards before you all want dessert and realize you need to do something about that. You all get into Billy’s car and go to the grocery store to get the ingredients to bake cookies and less than half an hour later Stu is “helping” you cream together butter and sugar and his version of helping is refusing to move his arms from around you as YOU work on the cookie dough as Billy watches on, very amused.

So then it’s past ten, you are all eating melty and messy chocolate chip cookies from a plate, almost shoulder to shoulder, in front of the tv watching your fourth? Fifth? Movie of the day. On and on it goes until it hits somewhere around three and instead of going home you are in some clothes Stu offered over and getting into bed with the two of them. The three of you were tired, having been hanging over over twelve hours straight but you were still clinging to wakefulness, talking as you settled into the plush sheets in the dark room.

“Does it matter?” Billy sighed and Stu scoffed, even in the dark you could tell he rolled his eyes, “Uh, yes! Obviously it does matter dude, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking about it!”

“You! Are talking about it, not us, you are talking about it, you started this-” Billy started and Stu cut him off, “Anyway! Let’s go over this again-”

Billy wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck with a groan, “Must we?”

“C’mon, let’s hear him out.” You pressed a kiss to Billy’s forehead and he finally conceded, grumbling, “Okay, okay, fucking fine.” From the tone you could tell Stu was beaming as he said, “Thank you!”

He rolled onto his side, head resting on one of his hands as he started again, “So! We can all agree that it is officially like ‘late’ after midnight, right?”

You and Billy hummed in agreement which encouraged the excitable blonde to continue, “Okay! So when does it switch? Like midnight is late and like six am is early but when does it flip from being late to being early?”

A quiet fell over the three of you. A beat and then Billy breaks the silence, “Shit.”

“Right?!” Stu asked enthusiastically, clearly excited he had won you both over on this.

You piped up with, “I wanna say three am. That feels right to me.”

“Isn’t that the witching hour?” Stu asked and you replied, “I think so. It makes sense right? There is like a shift at that time, maybe that is the shift, from late to early.”

Billy snorted, his arms loosening as he attempted to look at you in the low light of the bedroom, “You think that is what makes the witching hour like that? The change from the time being considered late to early?”

“I mean why not! You got a better answer Loomis?” You taunted and Stu joined in, leaning over your shoulder, piling on as he asked, “Yeah, Billy you got a better one?”

He thought for a moment before saying, “When do they start making breakfast at McDonalds?”

You and Stu break down laughing, Stu flops onto his back, a hand over his eyes and you are leaning into him, trying to catch your breath. “Tha-that’s the reasoning? McDonald’s breakfast is how we make the call?!”

“I don’t think my choice is any funnier than yours.” Billy defended which prompted you to scoot closer, hands reaching out to him as you cooed, “Awe sorry, you are right, it’s a perfectly fine answer.”

He allowed you to touch him, feeling your hands slide against his bare sides, you indulged in touching him, pulling closer. You loved his constant refusal to wear a shirt to bed, so much skin on skin contact was a treat, not to mention how comforting it was when sleeping with him.

“Perfectly stupid.” Stu teased and you teased him in kind, firing back, “Awe, just like you.”

“Ouch.” Stu said in mock hurt, before moving in closer again, he kissed you on the cheek as his hands come to your hips, murmuring in your ear, “Mmm, lucky you are so fucking cute.”

“I am thankful everyday that my cuteness gets me out of trouble.” You admitted before placing one back on his cheek in return which had him making a sound of contentment.

“What about me?” Billy asked and you barely held back the sound you were about to make, “So sorry your highness.” You press your lips to his and he returns your affection for a moment before you pull away, “Better?”

“Much.”

You all keep on talking, more sleepy and dumb conversation stretching on for nearly an hour after getting into bed, it had actually fallen quiet finally, you think this might be it and you all can manage a few hours sleep.

“You ever just hold your tits sometimes?”

Stu broke that silence.

You lifted your head up slightly as you inquired, “What?”

“Like I hear sometimes of people just holding their tits for like comfort or something. Do you do that?” Stu asked and you were sure Billy’s expression was as confused as yours.

You had no idea what to say, you were half asleep and were not expecting this sudden line of questioning. Billy seemingly picked up on this when he said, “I got this.”

He propped up on one elbow, looking over your body to Stu as he asked, “Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I have my sources.” Stu’s cryptic answer did not help the situation whatsoever.

“I think they are bad sources dude.” Billy deadpanned and Stu argued back, “I’m not fuckin’ asking you anyway, so what you think doesn’t matter. If I had tits I would do it. Just get a handful whenever, seems fucking awesome.”

“You don’t have to ask me, I’m still gonna tell you that it’s dumb, cuz it is-” That is when you spoke up, “Well…”

They both stopped. You were sure their eyes were on you. “No fucking way, really?”

“I mean sometimes I’m bored and alone and they are just there and yeah it can be kinda comforting, okay?!” Stu cackled way too loud at nearly four in the morning and it had Billy shushing him, “Fuck man, keep it down! It’s too late for your dumbass to be that loud.”

“Don’t you mean it’s too early?” You asked innocently and Billy broke then, laughing and you didn’t care you were probably not getting any sleep any time soon. Sleepovers with them, even when they weren’t planned, were your favourite thing.

#Billy Loomis X Reader #Stu Macher X Reader #Poly!Ghostface X Reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #Hope you enjoy this!#polyam positivity #Keeping the train going!#Also fuck the haters #x reader and polyam supremacy always

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queentala · 3 years

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Dating Ruhn Danaan Headcanons

Well I haven't seen any cc x reader fanfictions or headcanons so I decided to write my own. Text me if you have any requests for Hunt, Ruhn, Declan, Tristan or Connor.

And English is not my first language so I'm already sorry for any mistakes

Anyway, hope you'll like it 🥰

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- You’re his weak spot. He might be this powerful Fae prince, the Chosen One, scary bad boy and what else but the truth is you have him wrapped around your finger.

- CHASE ATLANTIC VIBES

- Looks like could kill you, is a cinnamon roll. Yup, that's definitely Ruhn

- Your love is very passionate, full of adventures and laugh. With him, you won’t be bored

- Partying, drinking and getting high at clubs or at his house when he’s throwing a party

- Even if you're both totally wasted, he always have his eyes on you. Making sure you're safe

- Hyping you up when you dance at the club. If he's dancing with you, you'll probably end up stroking against each other and having some fun 😏 in the restroom

- Playing video games while you sit between his legs and he rest his chin on your head (or him laying his back against your chest while you rest your chin on his head)

- Him teaching you how to play guitar (Because let’s be honest, he definitely can play guitar. It’s his hidden talent). Actually he’s really good teacher. Praises you a lot when you get something right because he’s so proud or when you don’t get it, he’ll guide your hands while sitting behind you.

- Laying in bed at 3 am, listening to your favorite songs and discussing about who's the best author

- Him taking you on Rock&Roll concert for a date. Sitting on his shoulder as you both scream at the top of your lungs

- Night trips around Crescent City (probably with Declan and Flynn), goofing around The Old Square or going on shooting range with boys (and kicking their asses)

- Also when he wants to be more romantic he takes you for night walk along the river Istros and you stay there till the sunrise, joking and laughing

- Spending the night at bowling alleys, eating pizza and having good time

- He’s just night person in general

- Sleeping until late afternoon, you cuddled in his arms

- Ruhn waking you up and bringing you coffee to bed, he's shirtless and just in his sleep shorts, his hair tied up in a bun as he kisses you good morning

- If you can cook, you’ll definitely have to cook for Ruhn, Declan and Flynn (we know how they are and what’s their lifestyle)

- Declan and Tristan being your besties and brothers at once, caring about you and protecting you from freaks at parties

- Tristan flirting with you to piss off Ruhn (and you flirting back to piss him off even more) 😎

- Ruhn being territorial and overprotective boyfriend. He gets jealous easily that’s for sure. When he sees someone hitting on you, he’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss you roughly or stare at this person with promise of murder in his eyes

- He doesn't mind leaving hickeys on your neck or collarbones where you can show them. Also Ruhn likes when you have his scent on you or when you use his perfumes

- Can you imagine his hands around your throat or on your ass because fuck yeah I can 🤤

- He loves you so much and he's scared of loosing u so he would never let you walk alone at night. When it's late he'll make you stay at his house or walk you himself.

- Text you few times a day to make sure you're alright and happy

- Wearing his t-shirts or hoodies or skin jacket. If you already don't have one, Ruhn will buy you boots similar to his so you two can match and look awesome together

- Taking showers together. It always includes make out sessions and rough sex

- Sex with Ruhn being the best experience in the whole world. He goes fast, hard and deep, making you cum multiple times in a row as you shake and scream

- You can always call him, no matter what time is it. He cares so deeply about you and will always be there for you. When your sad or scared or have panic attack, he'll rush to you and comfort you as long as you need. You can tell him everything

- Shit-talking about his dad because he's an annoying asshole

- Ruhn likes to cuddle with you, especially when you sleep. Most of the time you spoon, he holds you tightly from behing and buries his nose in your hair. Or you lay on his chest, his one hand wrapped around your waist. But let's be honest, Ruhn doesn't mind when you're the one holding him as he lays his head on your boobs or stomach

- So we know that Faes have sensitive hearing. And Ruhn pays attention to people’s voices. So he definitely loves yours. He can sit and listen to you talking for hours, asking you creative and deep questions so that you don’t stop. Also he loves your laugh so he tickles you all the time. And he goes crazy when he hears you moan and scream his name

- Ruhn is the best kisser. He can kiss you really roughly, reminding you that you are his and nobody's else. Other times he'll kiss you gently and sweetly, holding you close and putting in those kisses all his love for you. And his lip piercing... Making every kiss hundred times better

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #crescent city #cc hoeab #cc headcanons #declan emmet #tristan flynn #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #connor holstrom

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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🦊ok, so, I know previously I mentioned being roommates with a bunch of the guys and basically eventually you're just sleeping with all of them cause ya know, that'd be awesome at least imo. Anyway, I know we talked about how you end up in this situation already but, imagine for me if you will.

One day, one of the guys goes to get you cause they're going out to eat or ordering pizza or something. They forget to knock. When they open the door, they see you, laptop open, ring light on, camera going, with what could barely pass for skimpy PJs.

Turns out you're a cam girl but just never told anyone. So you're like 'give me a sec' to your stream and a course people are like, whose there? You never have had a guest. Are they joining.

And you go to you're roommate, (I picture Kirishima who has been apologizing for invading your privacy, yada yada and averting his eyes.

But you say "you either gotta leave or fuck me."

And he takes you up on that. And that slowly turned into you fucking your roommates for fun and work.

—“CAMGIRL + ROOMMATE!KIRISHIMA.”

author’s note(s): this sexy ask ive been waiting to answer for days so here i am let’s get it bby

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut voyeurism, slight!corruption, switch!kirishima themes, female masturbation, fem!reader.

kirishima felt dumb for not noticing it before, the way you snuck up to your room during movie nights when you thought everyone had fallen asleep or the way your playlists suddenly sounded a little louder in the dead of night. the signs were there, he should have noticed. kaminari had always voiced to your roommates, the other boys, that you’d been up to some shady shit— there’s no way a girl like you could have so much cash despite the small hometown you’d left for college, and all of them seemed to agree...but the red head had defended you.

you were too sweet, too meek and shy to be wrapped up in some bad business, you were the girl who sent freshly baked cookies home to her parents every other weekend and the girl who spent hours tutoring shinsou on a class you didn’t even take. you were too sweet, too meek and shy to be wrapped up in some bad business, you were the girl who sent freshly baked cookies home to her parents every other weekend and the girl who spent hours tutoring shinsou on a class you didn’t even take.

you were too shy, too darling, too precious to do anything that the boys had suggested, no matter how much the thought made eijirou’s cock stir.

but he had been the one to catch you, how stupid he was to have burst into your room without knocking. you’d sat there on your bed, head thrown back into the millions of plushies and throw cushions that you’d owned as the the soft pink toy between your dough like thighs drew sinful patterns against your puffy clit, your free fingers dancing up and down your glistening slit and sinking right into your puckered hole. kirishima had caught you in the act, computer pinging with sounds of donations and all, while you had caught him staring at the way your digits sped up in your slick cunt from being caught.

you don’t dare stop, even as he stumbles over an apology, “y-yn, i’m so sorry—i,” his attempt is futile however, hushed by the sounds of your wetness, dripping and calling out for him.

“oh dear, everyone,” you coo, eyes sultry and never leaving eijirou’s, you pull your fingers from your heat to suck off your own juices in an act that makes the poor man grip the handle to your bedroom door like a vice. you’ve got him— hook, line and sinker and there wasn’t a thing he could do to change that. “looks like we have an unexpected guest, should i invite him in?” the chat on your stream goes wild as you sit up, chest bouncing and causing eijirou to lose his breath. your eyes give him a choice, either he leaves and never mentions this again or he joins you for the chance of a life time.

kirishima certainly wasn’t stupid enough to give up the chance to fuck his sweet little roommate.

they become a regular thing, once a week when everyone seems to have headed to bed, eijirou kirishima guest stars on your secret camshow; your audience loves him and he loves them too, living for the way they feed his ego and tell him how pretty his golden skin is when it’s all marked up and bitten by you or how they’d die for a chance to take a seat on his lengthy cock. but he adores the way you giggle, eyes hazy with tears and desire to while you read through thousands of comments, each and every one telling you how good you both look when you’re sinking down onto his girth, reaching back to squeeze on his balls.

“eiji,” you hum, pussy greedily clamping down on the poor boy while you take your seat in his lap— your freehand twists in red hair, forcing his head up from your tits sucked and bitten raw to look at the comments. “tell them how much you love it when i fuck you like this. you’re so lucky to have me, aren’t you? getting to slide into my tight cunt and cream inside me all you want...so many would kill to be you,”

your eyes burn with a dangerous fire, testing kirishima’s patience— he loves the chase of cat and mouse that you play with him. but he knows that he’s lucky, never did he ever think he’d get a chance to make you scream from pleasure until his name is the only one that you know. the red head gives a thrust of his hips, using his large hands to spread your ass cheeks apart and show the stream how wet you are for him.

“careful sweetheart,” kirishima murmurs, nails digging into the soft curvy flesh— his voice is barley audible underneath the sounds of pinging from the stream. money, enthusiastic comments, subscribers, all of your roommate tunes out to focus on you. he zones in on the tremble of your bottom lip, the gush of your juices between his weighty balls and the way you cling to him, begging him to move before he grinds his dick against your heated walls. “consider yourself the lucky one, look at me keeping your dirty little secret. fucking you good so you can make a little cash, how naughty.”

and there it is, your sweet innocent smile that lays prettily against red bitten lips as you force eijirou to lay flat on the bed. your hips jump up, slamming back down with a wet slap that makes you both grown in unison. “well then, consider us both lucky ei...” you set the pace, revelling in the way your roommates ruby eyes roll back into his head in unadulterated bliss. “make a little cash, put on a show with me, your dirty little secret.”

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palettes-and-prompts · 2 years

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I just spent almost 2 hrs in bed reading all ur prompts 😭 ❤️ thank u for writing them they’re super fun! If you are still taking requests, may i get prompts/dialogue for a grumpy/sunshine dynamic? A is a grumpy teacher’s assistant and B is their student that’s always trying to get on their nerves and teasing them

I read this too fast and only did dialogue prompts, I'm sorry. I'll probably do proper prompts for this dynamic later anyway though because it is a favorite of mine. Hopefully these are good for you for now!

1) "Oh, look! Baby cows and pigs are on this farm. Aren't they so cute?" "Be even cuter when they're gutted, cooked and crushed between sesame seed buns, lettuce and cheese."

2) "We're going to a theme park? This is probably the worst day of my life." "Hey, look, a theme park! Is that where we're going? This is the best day of my life!"

3) "Do you think if I jam this pen into my eye I'll be able to get out of this dinner?" "But you can't enjoy cake if you're in the hospital."

4) "Is that a needle? I hate getting shots. Person A, will you hold my hand, I'm scared of needles." "Hey, Doc, you got morphine in one of those you could stick me with?"

5) "What part of the museum are you looking forward to, Person A?" "The exit."

6) "We're going to a birthday for a child at Chuck E. Cheese. Isn't that fun, it'll be like when we were kids. We'll play games and eat pizza and we'll get prizes!" "Think if I tuck and roll out of the car right now I'd survive it?"

7) "I'm really glad you asked me out, Person A. I've had a really nice time today." "I did too. Usually I hate when people talk to me but I'm really glad you talked to me first, Person B. More than you could ever know."

8) "You want me to play laser tag?" "Well, I know you don't really like games but I heard your rival was going to be here so I thought you and I could kick their ass and ruin their day and then maybe go out for pizza after." "God you really are perfect."

9) "We're not going to go look at cats." "Why not?" "Because you get attached and cry when it's time to leave." "Because we never buy one!" "Because you're allergic to cats!" "I can buy stuff for my allergies!"

10) "We would love to cat sit." "No we wouldn't. Find someone else to do it." "Person A, please?" "No, I don't like cats." "Please?" "

11) "Can we go to the water park?" "No, water parks are filled with piss and small but loud children. We're never going to a water park." "You never let me do anything." "Why don't I drive us to a beach?" "You hate the beach." "Yeah, but you love the beach, don't you?" "You're the best, Person A!"

12) "Are you crying? Who did this to you? Do you want me to kill them?" "No, I just watched something sad that's all." "Well, don't do that. Come here, let me hug you."

13) "Here." "You won me the bear? I thought you thought it was stupid." "It is stupid. But you wanted it, didn't you?" "Yeah. Thanks, Person A."

14) "I'm in love with you." "Why? I mean, not why. That was weird to ask. Sorry, I just—can I kiss you now?" "Yes!"

15) "When I first met you I thought you were a weirdo who smiled too much. Now whenever you're not smiling I feel the need to do whatever it takes to see you smile again. You've done something to me, Person A. I don't know what it is but I think I like it."

16) "Do you think I'm dumb?" "No, you're not dumb. Why did someone say you were? You want me to kick their ass?" "No. I just feel dumb sometimes." "You're not dumb, Person A. Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you are."

17) "Why did you get a tattoo of a small happy sun? It doesn't go with your other tattoos." "Just reminded me of you and I wanted to get it." "And the frowning rain cloud beside it?" "I wanted to be next to you."

18) "Why would you like me? You're all sunshine and rainbows and I'm...the way that I am." "I like the way you are. I've always liked the way you are."

19) "I'm not good enough for you." "You're right, you're more than enough for me. Too good, hard for me to handle how perfect you are sometimes." "I mean it." "So do I."

20) "Are you alright?" "I'm fine, why are you panting?" "Person A said you got hurt really bad." "D-Did you run all the way here because you were worried about me?" "What? No. I-I ran because I was just trying to do more cardio. That's all."

21) "Fix it or I'll kill you!" "Person A wont kill you, they're just upset." "I mean it, Person B, if you don't fix it I will kill you. Person C can't save you either." "I will stand in front of you so Person A cannot get to you." "Look at me, B. I am stronger than C, I can pick them up and move them out of the way and then I will kill you!"

22) "You think you can just say please and give me those puppy eyes and pouty lip and I'm just going to fold and give you what you want?" "Please, Person A?" "Yeah, alright, fine. Just stop pouting."

23) "Person A?" "Yeah?" "Do you want to makeout? With me?" "I'm a little busy at the moment but later we can—what did you just ask me?!" "If you wanted to makeout with me." "Yeah, yeah, come here. I'll makeout with you right now."

24) "Are you oblivious to my crush on you or do you just not like me?" "You have a crush on me?" "Yeah, I mean, you're all soft and shiny. I'm sure everyone likes you." "But you like me? Like, you really like me?" "Yeah, especially when you smile like that. Do you like me back?" "Of course I like you back! I've been trying to get your attention for months now!"

25) "You're in love with Person A!" "I am not." "You are, you're so broody and mean and you fell in love with an actually ball of sunshine." "Shut up." "Oh my god, are you blushing?!" "SHUT UP!"

26) "You gave me my life back, Person A. I think, if you want, it's only fair that I give the rest of it to you." "What are you saying?" "Do you want to marry me?" "I thought you'd never ask."

27) "Person A asked me out, can you believe it?" "What'd you say?" "I told them I was dating you, obviously." "Why did you tell them that?" "Cause we're dating...aren't we?" "Do you want to date me?" "I mean, after we kissed I just assumed...do you want to date me?" "Yeah! Yes. Of course I do."

28) "Can I ask you something and you be honest with me." "Of course." "Do you like me?" "What?" "I just feel like I'm throwing myself at you and you're not interested so I figured I'd just ask." "You've been throwing yourself at me?" "You didn't notice?" "No. But I'm interested! I like that, please do it more!"

29) "What's wrong?" "I did something really bad, Person A. Really bad." "Whatever it is I'll still be here. Whatever you did I'll forgive you." "You wont." "I will. I always will."

30) "I'm in love with you." "I know, I heard you practicing confessing to me in the mirror the other day." "Y-You heard all that?" "Yeah, I thought it was cute." "Cute?" "I'm in love with you too, Person A."

#writer #prompts #writing prompts #ask prompts #write #dialogue prompts #writing #grumpy x sunshine #i hope that isn't a tag for the carebear ship or something #this isn't for the carebears #but I mean I can't control what y'all write so

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor.

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you.

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall.

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud.

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though.

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself.

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for.

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts.

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch.

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours.

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast.

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing.

So, yeah.

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin.

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting.

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week.

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role.

You almost burst out laughing.

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure.

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking.

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop.

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud.

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table.

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t.

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression.

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back.

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh.

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty.

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness.

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises.

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never.

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response.

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually.

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it.

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it.

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck.

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you.

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going.

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue.

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's.

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss.

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away.

It started out with a kiss.

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss.

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it.

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face."

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over.

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace.

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his.

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name."

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip.

"I doubt it," he purred.

Yeah.

Jungkook was right.

Ah, well.

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms.

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips.

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm.

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand.

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm.

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name.

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed.

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him.

Oh, fuck.

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his.

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered.

Yours.

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk.

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin.

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd.

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick.

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far.

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl.

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin.

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat.

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do.

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled.

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."

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