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sturniolo-rat · 11 days

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Chapter 1: Cherry Contact

A/N: If this flops, I’m going to cry😢 In loving memory of @newsourceofnonsense, she's not dead; I just like the memory of her.

Contains: smut, oral, fingering , exhibitionism, plot

TW: tell me if you find any

Chris and Y/N are two walking commitment issues that enter into a mutually assured attachment.

Everyone thinks Y/N is a book hoarder, but she considers herself more of a book collector. She has over 700 books that take up damn near her whole apartment. The collection consists primarily of special and first-edition books. It’s probably worth around $50,000, but she doesn’t care because she plans on keeping them forever. To fund her obsession, she works as a waitress at a restaurant that just opened up called “The Copper Kitchen.” her best friend, Dorset, is a freckle-faced white girl with short brown hair, green eyes, and circle glasses. She also happens to be a bartender at “The Copper Kitchen.” Currently, Y/N is outside of her apartment waiting for Dorset so they can carpool to work. When Dorset pulls up in her shitty car, Y/N is ecstatic because she has big news to share.

“Dot, I’ve done it!” she says as she hops into the passenger seat.

“Wh- what have you done?” She’s very concerned that Y/N has done something crazy. It wouldn’t be the first time. The last time something like this happened, she told Dorset that she got her ex’s name tattooed on her left ass cheek.

“I’ve decided to have sex with men again!”

Dorset is relieved. “OMG! Yes! We can finally fight over men again!” They laugh as she merges back onto the road to begin the short trip to work.

“Yep, I’m meeting a guy at the restaurant after my shift,” Y/N says proudly. She's been off men since her break up three years ago, and this new guy is the first not to give her the ick within the first week of talking. She knows meeting up doesn’t automatically mean sex, but she hasn’t had dick in 3 years and feels that she owes it to herself to fuck this man. It’s not like she’s interested in anything else from him. Romance is strictly off the table for her. She prefers to stick to smutty romance books and shitty Tumblr fanfics of perfectly romanticized versions of men.

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about your little hookup.” They part as they head to their respective jobs at the restaurant—time to deal with shitty customers who tip like assholes.

Twenty minutes before the end of her shift, the most obnoxious kids walk in. They’re not actually kids; they're about 20, but Y/N considers anyone under 22 a kid, and these guys seem incredibly immature.

“Hey guys!” Says Nick, holding up the camera. “Welcome to today’s Friday vlog where we will be…”

Matt takes the camera, “trying the food at…”

Chris gets into the shot and yells, “The Copper Kitchen!”

Nick hits Chris in the head “Don’t yell in my fucking ear!”

“Don’t hit me, Dickface!” Chris hits him back while Matt holds the camera and laughs to the side.

The Y/N comes up and loudly asks, “Is this your whole party?” She gives them a disapproving look.

Matt is the first to speak, “Yes, ma’am, it’s just the three of us today.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” said Nick and Chris in unison. Chris is noticeably more embarrassed than Nick is. He’s absolutely mortified to be seen acting like a child in front of such a beautiful woman.

“Thank you. Let me show you to your table.” She picks up three menus before walking them to their seats. Only when they’re all sitting and looking up at her does she realize that the three boys are triplets. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

She points to Matt. “Root beer, thanks.”

She points to Nick. “Water, if you don’t mind.”

She points to Chris. “What’s the best virgin mixed drink you guys have?”

“I’m not sure, but you can never go wrong with a Shirley Temple. Do you want me to go ask the bartender?” She would love to tell Dorset about the sexy triplets that just stumbled in.

“Nope, we’re all good. I’ll take a Shirley Temple and a Pepsi.”

“Great. I’ll be back in a few with your drinks.”

Y/N practically runs to Dorset. Chris can’t help but watch her ass as she walks to the bar to order his drink. When she returns a few minutes later, she hands Chris his drinks last.

“Thank you for the Pepsi, but this…” he lifts the mixed drink and hands it to her. “is for you, miss…” he pauses to look at her name tag. “Y/N. It’s an apology for making a scene in your restaurant.” Nick and Matt are in shock over how forward he’s being. Chris has never really flirted in front of them before. It’s kind of weird, but they can see why he has so many girls in and out of his room.

“Well, thank you…”

“Chris.” he interrupts. “Please, call me Chris.” he gives Y/N a charming smile.

“Thank you very much, Chris. However, my shift is over, and Michelle will serve you for the rest of the night.”

“I’m sorry to see you go, miss Y/N, but I hope you have a good day.”

“Will do, Chris,” says Y/N before she walks away to sit across the room at the bar. She talks to Dorset about her date tonight while she waits for him. His name is Theo. He’s blonde with deep brown eyes, and from what Y/N can tell from sexting, he’s so fucking good at dirty talk. Unfortunately, he is 30 minutes late to meet her.

Chris has been relatively quiet for today’s video. He’s been distracted watching Y/N enjoy his drink and seeing her smile and laugh with her friend. She looks somewhat distressed now, and Chris can't help but think he’s found his opening. He makes the boys wrap up the video and leaves to get Y/N’s number.

He turns on his charm and sits on the stool next to her. “What’s got you so worried, miss Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m being stood up. I’m also pretty sure people under 21 can’t sit at the bar.”

“Who says I’m not 21? Maybe I’m here to buy you another drink.”

Y/N cocks her eyebrow as she calls her friend over. “Order me something then.”

Chris tries to think his way out of this. “Listen, you guys are friends, right? She’s just been stood up, and a handsome young man would like to buy your friend a drink. I’m sure if you just forget to card me this one time and let me buy her a Shirley Temple with vodka and extra cherries, it would make her night ten times better.”

“My hands are tied, Y/N. You’re my weakness.” she looks to Chris. “Dirty Shirley coming right up.”

“You’re fuckin’ smooth, aren’t you?” asks Y/N.

Much more confident than he was moments before Chris responds, “Yes, ma’am, I am. Now tell me all about the bad man who hurt you.”

“I’m not really hurt,” she replies, but Chris can tell she’s hiding something.

“No?” he questions.

Dorset comes with her drink, and Y/N takes a nervous sip. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course you can, Miss Y/N.”

“I’m not hurt. I was just really horny, and I got my nails done for this date, and not I can’t even touch myself at home because my nails are so sharp,” she says, completely embarrassed. She doesn’t make eye contact with him and focuses intensely on eating her maraschino cherries.

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but…” he leans in, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “ I think I can help you with that.” She doesn’t miss a beat. She takes his hand and drags him to the large family bathroom. Dorset claps and cheers them on openly as they make their way. Y/N makes a mental note to get her back somehow later.

She palms him through his pants, and Chris grabs her face, pulling her into a rough, hurried kiss. “Oh, fuck. You taste like cherries.” he hikes up her uniform skirt and rubs her over her panties.

“You have yourself to thank for that.”

He spins her around so he can watch her face in the mirror as he touches her. “You’re also soaked. Do I have myself to thank for that, too?” before she can say anything, Chris’s finger is spreading her lips apart and playing at her entrance.

She closes her legs in response. “Nope, not so fast. You gotta eat it first.”

Chris sinks to his knees. “Yes, ma’am.” he wastes no time. He spreads her thighs apart, slides her panties to her knees, and starts lapping at her clit from behind. He’s got to be quick because his brothers are waiting for him.

She bends over the sink, propping herself up on her forearms. “Oh, fuck!” she groans.

“Hush, Cherry. Don’t want to get fired for fucking on the job, do we?.” The vibrations from his laugh makes Y/N’s pussy shiver causing her to wiggle a little. Chris loves watching her ass jiggle. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he parts her cheeks and gives her a playful spank. “You have such a cute little asshole. Do you mind if I try?”

“Yeah, you can try,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face from the mirror.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to give your clit some attention.”

“Oh, yes! Just like that!” Y/N cries out louder than she means to as his tongue explores her ass. He rubs her clit with the pad of his finger, and she lets out a breathy moan. Chris is hard as a fucking rock, and she’s making such pretty sounds. It’s torture not to touch himself, but he came here to help her out and needs to focus on making her cum.

“Yeah. Tell me how you like it.”

“Fingers, please,” she begs.

“Tell me how many you need, Cherry?”

“Two. Just two, please.” Y/N takes his fingers inside of her with ease. He searches for a moment to find that special spot of hers. “Right there!”

Chris is so happy with how open she’s been to him. The girls he’s been with recently have been so meek. She’s such a good girl telling him just where she needs him. He works his fingers into her faster, making sure to hit her G spot every time. Y/N starts pushing herself back on his fingers. Chris feels her pussy begin to tighten like a vice around him. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, Cherry. Cum on my fingers.” her legs giveaway as her climax burns through her, and Chris has to hold her up as he tries to work her through it.

When her orgasm subsides and her vision comes back, Chris is on the floor holding her. She rests her head on his chest and says, “Thank you. That was fucking amazing.”

“Anytime, Cherry. I don’t expect any reciprocation today, but I feel I am owed your phone number.” He hands her his phone, and the new contact is already open.

“Of course, here’s my number, Chris.” she hands the phone back to him, gets back onto her feet, and pulls her panties up. She leaves without saying goodbye. Chris looks down at his phone and smiles at her contact name. “Y/N🍒 (Sexy Waitress)”

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thedroneranger · 8 months

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The Last Unicorn

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Javy "Coyote" Machado

Synopsis: Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

Note: A horribly late entry for @sushiwriterhere's Top Gun Threesomeissance 2023 event—thank you for inviting me to participate! I have a bad bout of writer's block, but forced myself to push through and write this. Took longer than expected, but I wanted to finish it. It's also my first threesome, so I welcome feedback but be kind!

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, ffm, threesome.

Word count: 5.3k

Javy hated when Natasha flirted with other people. Every phone number, every touch pissed him off.

“Hold that glass any tighter, and you’re gonna be wearing your beer.” Jake said as he sat down next to Javy and tracked his best friend’s gaze to Natasha.

She was on the other side of the bar, hand wrapped around a beer pint while a fresh-off-the-carrier ensign made her laugh. Jake never could figure out Javy’s infatuation with Natasha, and he also couldn’t figure out Javy’s refusal to admit he had feelings for her.

Jake had lost count of the number of times Javy had drunkenly told him he and Natasha were purely physical. Every time Jake just nodded his head and drank his beer. Mentally, he would run through the rolodex of moments that said otherwise.

But now Javy and Natasha were in some sort of argument, and not speaking to each other. Not unusual. They would kiss and make up eventually.

Both Jake and Javy were deep in separate thoughts when you approached. “Are you ready for another round?” You asked with a smile. The two men nodded as you walked away to get them fresh beers.

You’d been working at The Hard Deck long enough to recognize Jake and Javy. You knew they were friends with the bar owner, Penny. You also knew Jake could go home with anyone in this bar. Javy, too. While Jake usually took advantage, Javy always left with the same brunette.

Jake and Javy also recognized you. They made half-hearted passes at you only when Penny wasn’t around, and then made sure to make up for it in tips.

You were convinced Penny had threatened them about fraternizing with her staff. It made you chuckle to think that Penny would shake down her customers before her own staff. It also sounded very much like Penny.

Natasha, the brunette Javy usually went home with, either was exempt or just didn’t care. She shamelessly flirted with the bartenders.

You found her attention flattering.

Any man with functioning eyes thought you were attractive. Of course, this meant you put up with a gamut of flirting, catcalls and comments. It was the most exhausting part of your shifts.

However, Natasha’s flirting felt less burdensome. Probably because she was a woman and knew more about how you ticked. Or maybe Natasha wasn’t even flirting with you? How did you know?! Were you being presumptuous? Confusing friendliness for more? After all, other women didn’t flirt with you. Or maybe they did? Maybe they did but were more subtle, and you just didn’t have a clue? You were used to subtle-as-a-neon-sign men.

Sometimes you caught yourself daydreaming. Are women better kissers? Are women truly better lovers? You had had your fair share of subpar romps with men. Are women actually better at li—

Shoot! Javy’s beer overflowed. Focus! You needed to focus. You wiped your hand, snagged a clean glass and poured another beer. Smile back on, you took the fresh pints to Jake and Javy. They thanked you, and you turned to find the next patron in need.

Natasha was staring straight at you. You bit your lip, clenched your fist and headed in her direction. “Hey!” She greeted you while leaning across the bar top.

“Hey!” You echoed, also leaning across the counter so you could hear better.

Jake and Javy watched your exchange. “Goddammit, she gets off on breaking the rules.” Javy grunted.

Jake sniggered as he took a sip of his beer. “I think she’s genuinely into her. She doesn’t hit on any of the other bartenders.” They continued to watch you and Natasha while sipping their beers. You laughed at something Natasha said, and she gently touched your arm. Then you took her empty glass to replenish her drink.

An idea struck Javy. He gulped his beer and pushed the empty glass toward your side of the counter. Always attentive, you noticed and noted to visit him after giving Natasha her pint.

Natasha kept her eye on you as you floated over to Jake and Javy. Both men were so focused on you, they didn’t even notice Natasha glaring at them. She watched as Javy said something that made you laugh.

Then, of course, Jake chimed in. Heaven forbid he not be in the center of attention. She scoffed as she sat her beer on the counter.

Javy was flirting with you, and Jake was wingmanning for him! Natasha couldn’t believe her eyes. Penny was nowhere to be found when Natasha needed her the most. It was calculated. Normally, Natasha was the flirt. She sought out people to piss off Javy.

“What are you up to?” Natasha said under her breath. She practically chugged her beer and flagged you down for another.

All night, you volleyed between Javy and Natasha, refilling their drinks and politely engaging with them. You were completely oblivious to the silent war raging between the pair.

As the night went on, the bar grew busier and Javy and Natasha couldn’t have all your attention. While you were serving some other patrons, Jake sidled up to Natasha and leaned on the bar beside her.

“Bagman.” She spat without looking at him, sticking her face in her pint.

“Bird brain.” He turned and waited for her to react.

She glared at him as she set her drink down. “What’s Javy think he’s doing?”

“Getting under your skin, and I’d say it’s working.” His gaze went from Natasha to you. You were busy pouring a line of shots. “Just remember she’s not a piece of meat.”

Natasha was stunned. “There’s rich coming from you!” She told Jake.

Jake gave her his million-dollar smile and leaned in. “Leave the usin’ and abusin’ to me.” He grabbed his beer, ready to return to his perch on the other side of the bar. “Stop playing with Javy, too.”

“Why don’t you impart that wisdom on your best friend? It takes two!” Natasha shouted as Jake disappeared into the crowd.

By the time Jake settled into his seat beside Javy, Natasha was chatting you up. He knew exactly what you two were chatting about. Based on your body language you hadn’t committed yet.

Both forearms on the counter Natasha leaned toward you. You mirrored her stance so she could speak closer to your ear in the loud bar.

“What time do you get off work?” she asked.

“Bar closes at two, but since I have seniority I can leave first if the crowd dies down,” you explained.

“How about a nightcap at my place?” Natasha followed up.

You were taken aback. You weren’t ready for this moment. “I’ve never been with a woman,” you blurted.

“Same rules apply.” Natasha playfully winked. “No pressure. However, I’d love to have a drink with you, at the very least,” she said in earnest. “And I’d be happy to be your first.” Natasha paused. “Whenever you’re ready.” You both smiled.

“I’ll keep you posted.” You confirmed before parting to serve another patron.

Javy and Jake watched the exchange from their seats. “Looks like you won’t be in her bed tonight.” Jake referred to you.

Without skipping a beat, Javy said, “Nah, all three of us will be in Nat’s bed, instead.”

Jake nearly spit out his beer. He had never heard his best friend be so bold. They looked at each other. “You’re serious aren’t you?”

“As a heart attack.” Javy confirmed. The jukebox queue mellowed and the crowd thinned as Jake probed Javy about his plan. Once he was informed, Jake disappeared to take his pick of the Hard Deck smorgasbord and go home.

Meanwhile, Javy continued to watch you as you ended your shift and accompanied Natasha to the parking lot. He figured he had time for one more beer before joining you.

Until then, Natasha was focused solely on you. The drive to her place was short, but the playful roast over your music choices helped you unwind.

Once parked, Natasha led you by the hand into her apartment. She kept up the banter as she let you choose the wine. Everything felt easy as you nestled together on the couch.

Warm from the wine, you pliantly slipped onto Natasha’s lap. Her hands ran from your knees to your thighs and then rested on your hips as your hands explored her arms and neck.

Finally, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. Your hips rolled forward a little, which enticed Natasha to bring her thumbs to the creases of your thighs. Your lips fit perfectly against hers, and you smiled into the kiss when she did.

Your tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and she gladly premised you to deepen the kiss. Natasha met you by curling her fingers to your hair at the base of your skull.

The tension had you moaning into her mouth. You broke the kiss to allow her to press wet kisses down your neck. Eyes shut, you bit your lip as she continued to pepper you with affection.

Preoccupied, you barely noticed as her hands slipped under your shirt and massaged you through your bra. It wasn’t until her fingers dipped past the lined lace and pinched your nipples you acknowledged her. She smirked and repeated her motions to pull more noises from you.

You were a moaning mess, leaning into her touch and rocking your pelvis against hers. Natasha encouraged you with every touch of her lips and caress of her fingers.

Natasha managed to get you out of your shirt and had your jeans unbuttoned, when a sharp knock on the door nearly sent you rocketing through the roof. She tried to keep you going but you were distracted.

As you and Natasha attempted to untangle yourselves so she could answer the door, the knocking grew more rapid. You shooed her away with one final kiss. She kept a smile on her face until she turned to face the door.

Fortunately, you weren’t within sight or earshot. Before answering, Nataha took a deep breath and put on her signature smirk.

“What do you want, Machado?” She leaned on the doorframe as Javy stared at her. He looked casual with his hands in his pockets and the top few undone buttons of his shirt exposing his chest.

“Are you looking for a third?” He asked coolly.

Natasha had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud as she stood straight up. “You can’t be serious?”

He shrugged. “Can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” He stood square to Natasha. “I know you’re game.” Javy reached out and dipped two fingers into Natasha’s front pocket, pulling her toward him.

She stared at him as she took a step closer. “Why were we mad at each other?” she inquired. Her gaze dipped from his eyes to his lips momentarily.

Javy shrugged again. “Can’t say I recall.” He was slowly closing the gap between them.

“Me either,” Natasha said. She could feel Javy’s hot breath in her face. “Apologize, and I’ll let you in.”

He smirked. “Apologize for what? I thought we forgot what we were fighting about?” He stopped moving, awaiting a response.

“I’m convinced you were at fault.” She closed the gap, pushing her lips against his. Natasha cradled Javy’s face as his arms wrapped around her waist.

After a few seconds she pulled away. “It’s her first time with a woman. I don’t want you to ruin it.” She gave him a dangerous look.

Javy couldn’t help but smile. Natasha’s concern for others was one of the endearing things about her. “It might be helpful to have some familiar energy in the mix.”

“Everything is her choice,” Natasha told him.

“Absolutely.” Javy agreed.

“Even you joining.”

“Even me joining.” He agreed.

Unsure of what was taking so long, you’d put your shirt on and buttoned your pants. The wine was too enticing to pass up, so you poured yourself another glass and paged through an old aviation magazine Natasha had laying on the coffee table.

Finally, she reappeared with Javy. “Hi!” You hoped you managed to somewhat mask the surprise in your voice.

“Hey,” Javy replied casually with a bright smile.

“Wine?” You offered as though it were your home. Javy looked at Natasha who gave a slight nod. The three of you sat down, drank wine and bantered. You were tucked between the pair on the couch. Javy’s arm laid along the sofa behind your head, while Natsha’s hand rested on your thigh.

When your glass was empty, you stood up. “What are you doing?” Natasha asked.

“I was thinking I should get going. I don’t want to impose on your evening.”

Natasha passively waved her hand. “If anything, Javy imposed.” She threw him a look. He nervously scratched the back of his head and flashed a cheeky smile in your direction.

“I’d love for you to stay and finish what we started,” Natasha said. “I’d love for both of you to stay, if you’re comfortable with that.”

Your gaze floated to Javy. “It’s your choice,” he said. “I don’t want to impose but I’d love to stay. Participate, even. If you’ll have me.”

“He’s very enthusiastic.” Natasha added as she glanced at him and pat his knee. He grinned.

In your wildest dreams you’d never imagined you’d be propositioned for a threesome. Let alone by a couple. Actually, were they a couple? Before your thoughts could swirl too much, Natasha slid her fingers into your hand and pulled you back onto the couch between them.

She looked at you as she let her knuckles skim up your arms. “What do you say?”

You were looking at her lips. “Do you do this often?” Your gaze came back to meet hers.

She shook head. “This would be the first time.” Her knuckle traced your jaw. “Javy and I only sleep with each other.” Natasha was looking at your lips, leaning closer.

“I haven’t been with anyone recently and am on birth control,” you replied.

Your tongue darted across your lower lip and Natasha’s pulled into a sweet smile. “Perfect.” Your lips finally met.

Her hand found the back of your head and guided you as she deepened the kiss. Soon you were kneeling on the couch cushions with your knees slotted. Natasha rocked herself against your kneecap for some friction, and you mirrored her actions.

A small moan escaped your lips as you caught her knee just right. “Holy, shit,” Natasha mumbled as you continued to make out. She pulled you further up her thigh, so you were closer. Your chests touching and her hand wrapped around your hips. Your hands were loosely splayed over her shoulders.

“Let me take you to bed.” She huffed as she pulled away. Her pupils were dilated with desire. You felt so powerful as you stared at her. Her chest heaved, waiting for your reply.

A groan had her looking past you. You turned to find Javy at the other end of the couch. He had given in and was palming his hard-on. “Do you want some help with that?” you asked. Both he and Natasha looked at you.

Natasha combed her fingers through your hair. “Only if you want to,” she said softly. You looked between her and Javy. He continued to massage his bulge. Silently, you slid from Natasha’s lap, and slipped onto the floor in front of Javy.

While you moved his hand and began to unfasten his pants, he scooted to the edge of the sofa. Together, you slipped his jeans down his legs and tossed them aside. Your palms ran up his thighs as you leaned forward into his lap.

A smile graced your lips as you thought about how Javy’s face wasn’t the only pretty thing about him. Then, you gingerly took his length in one hand, letting your thumb swipe over the tip. Precum slicked the pad. Javy watched as you brought your thumb to your mouth and sucked his essence from it.

His lips quirked at the soft pop! your lips made. A hum rose from your throat as you leaned forward to kiss his abs. Javy’s breath hitched, which made you smile.

You sprinkled kisses across Javy’s abdominals and thighs. Finally, your lips touched his cock. He twitched so hard when you finally kissed his tip, you thought he might instantly cum. Palms planted on the floor, you slipped the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. A light groan escaped Javy.

It was intense, but you held his gaze and you continued to swallow him inch by inch. Your tongue laved along the underside of his cock. You enjoyed the thick pulsing vein, which you softly prodded now and then. The first time, his hips bucked. The second time, you felt his length twitch.

Javy was first to break eye contact. Once he was completely down your throat, he couldn’t help but loll his head against the back of the couch and moan. A smile crept across your features the best it could for having a thick cock stuffed in your mouth.

A hand grazed across your shoulders as Natasha knelt beside you. “Can I touch you?” she asked. You nodded the best you could. Natasha’s hand was in your hair, combing it out of your face. She placed soft kisses on the back of your neck and along your shoulders as she situated herself behind you.

Lips still on your neck, Natasha’s hands reached around to unbutton your pants. Then she dipped a hand in, following the plane of your belly. She smiled against your neck. “No panties. You little minx!” She kissed you more.

“You’re so wet,” she cooed. Her fingers easily slipped through your slick and tugged your clit. You moaned around Javy from her touch. “That’s it.” Natasha’ voice was sultry in your ear. Almost involuntary, your hips began to match her rhythm as she sandwiched your clit between her fingers and slid them back and forth.

You moaned around Javy’s cock again. This time, you gagged a little. “Holy, shit.” Javy’s breath hitched again. “Nat, tell her how good she is.” His voice was strained.

“But baby, do you want her to take you to completion? So soon?” Natasha asked.

“You decide,” he responded in a single breath.

Natasha’s hand disappeared from between your legs. You were disappointed at the loss of stimulation. But her hand soon was tugging your roots, easing you away from Javy. Her other hand replaced your mouth, sliding up and down Javy’s length.

“I didn’t think you could look prettier, but you're gorgeous after sucking his cock.” You felt yourself clench around nothing at her compliment. She also swallowed your whimpers as she covered your mouth with hers.

Once again, you were in Natasha’s lap, grinding against her thigh as she licked into your mouth. She had one hand down the back of your pants, palming your ass while the other was still pumping Javy. You’d managed to get your hands up her shirt and were massaging her through her bra.

“Fuck!” You broke apart as Javy sprung off the couch. He hauled you up by the elbow, and Natasha quickly followed. You stumbled and Natasha helped steady you with a hand on your hip as Javy led the three of you to what you assumed was Natasha’s bedroom.

He let his hand slide down your arm until your hand was in his. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, pulling you until you were tucked to his chest. You’d been looking at his lips the whole time and met his gaze, giving him a small nod. His kiss was softer than Nat’s. Javy’s palm came to rest on your cheek. When you parted, he let his thumb glide across your bottom lip.

Natasha stepped behind you and slid a hand back into your unfastened pants. Her chin rested on your shoulder. You looked back at her and turned to face her. She smiled and kissed you before walking you backward toward the bed. You let yourself fall onto the mattress when your knees hit the edge. Natasha helped you shimmy out of your pants.

Before you could move, she was on her knees between yours, placing kisses on your inner thighs. She held your gaze as she slipped one of your legs over her shoulder, and pushed the other back for better access. “Relax,” she said between kisses. You watched her. Your heart seemed like it might pound right out of your chest onto the floor.

She held your gaze as she placed the lightest kiss on your cleft. Then, her tongue dipped between your folds. You exhaled with pleasure as her broad tongue glided the length of your clit and then narrowed into your hole. Her free hand found yours and entwined your fingers as she tongued you.

You couldn’t help the moans escaping you. You also couldn’t keep your back on the bed. Only Natasha’s hand was keeping you grounded as you writhed above her.

Unnoticed, Javy made his way over to the bed. He shed his clothing and slid beside you. You turned to look at him. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally pressed his lips to yours. Again, his hand found yours. He and Natasha both supported you as you moaned and arched your back off the bed. That delicious tension was building low in your stomach. You wanted Natasha to get you there so bad.

“Javy,” Your breathing was ragged. “Put your cock in my mouth.” There was a pause. “Please.” He let out a light laugh as he maneuvered to cradle your head and slip himself into your mouth. You moaned as his tip stretched your cheek. Languidly, he continued to thrust into your mouth sometimes hitting your cheek and sometimes the back of your throat.

Javy and Natasha fell into complementary rhythms. “C’mon, come for me,” she coaxed you. She switched to two fingers pumping in and out of you, making sure to hit that spongy spot each time. You felt your vision fading as your orgasm grew nearer.

Finally, you tumbled over the edge with Javy’s cock filling your mouth, Natsha’s fingers stuffed in your pussy and her mouth sucking your clit. It felt like your whole body came off the bed as you writhed and moaned. Javy and Natasha held your hands through it all.

As you came back to your senses, you heard them praising you. You were laying between the pair as their fingers softly skimmed your curves. You felt flush as you looked at Natasha. “That was amazing.” She smiled in response. “Maybe the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Nat definitely knows a thing or two,” Javy added. You turned to look at him. He had the proudest grin.

Natasha’s soft laugh drew your attention back to her. “Javy’s no slouch.” It was cute to hear them talk up each other.

“Can I try to repay the favor?” you asked.

“Gladly.” Natasha smirked and leaned in to kiss you. Before it got too heated, she broke it to ditch her clothing. Quickly, she returned to you, palming your breasts and rolling your nipples until they hardened.

Curious, you dropped your mouth to her nipple and swirled your tongue around it until it peaked. You showed the other the same attention and then alternated between sucking on each. Natasha arched into your affection. Her hand tangled in your hair as you pleasured her.

Javy watched you two before slipping off the bed. He reached for you and dipped his hands into the hinges of your thighs to position you on your knees at the end of the bed. You moaned and released Natasha with a smack. Before Javy pulled you away, you placed a kiss on each pert nipple. Natasha followed you, nestling her hips into your arms, so you could wrap your arms around her legs and easily bury your face in her pussy.

Javy lined himself up behind you, sliding him length between your cheeks, and then he slid his tip through your puffy, soaked folds. He grunted, letting his pelvis hit your ass.

You canted forward slightly, bumping your nose into Natasha. She softly chuckled as you gasped. The tip of your nose was now wet. She looked at you and then dropped her gaze to herself. Your eyes followed to see her middle and index fingers spreading her lips. “Oh!” You watched as her fingers slid down her clit and disappeared inside her.

She and Javy exchanged looks above you as he pushed himself into you. A gasp escaped you as Javy slowly sank into you. You spread your knees wider enjoying his thickness. He kneaded your ass as he let you adjust to him.

“Doesn’t he feel amazing?” Nat asked as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself. “Javy, is her pussy amazing?”

“Yeah, baby. So tight. So warm.” As he found a pace he liked, one hand moved to your clit. The other found purchase on the bed as he leaned over you to kiss Natasha. She happily sat forward to press her mouth to his.

“Oh. My. God.” You said with each thrust. Javy continued to draw tight circles on your clit. Fists filled with bedding, you braced yourself the best you could. You were still bumping into Natasha occasionally.

Finally she pulled away from Javy and got back in her initial position. “I can’t wait any longer, can you please put your pretty mouth on my pussy?”

“Will you tell me what to do?” you asked innocently. She moaned, turned on by your naivety.

“Of course.” She winked at you.

As you lowered your head, Javy thrust just right to hit your G spot. Your breath hitched and a curt moan left you. Attentive, he repeated his actions and you rewarded him with more moans.

Natasha couldn’t stand it anymore, she laced her fingers in your trusses and guided your lips to her heat. “Stick your tongue out. Flat.” You did as you were told and Natasha ground her slit against it.

She sighed and continued stimulating herself on you. Enjoying the sensations at both ends, you felt the tension in your belly building again.

“Suck me.” Natasha let go of your hair and guided you until your mouth was on her. Without hesitation, you pressed your lips flush to her clit and sucked. She tossed her head back as you applied more suction.

Instinctually, you slid two fingers into her hole. She gasped and began to roll her hips in tandem with your fingers pumping in and out. You loved the silky feeling of her on your fingers.

Resting your mouth, you pressed the pad of your thumb to Natasha’s clit. You never had your fingers in a pussy other than your own. Wanting to please Natasha, and curious, you changed your angle with each probe. Finally, you found that rubbery patch on her upper wall.

Her breath hitched and she squeezed around your fingers. You zeroed in, come-hithering your digits against that spot and putting your mouth on her.

“You’re a natural.” She moaned as she put her hand on the back of your head and pressed herself against your face. You hummed against her pussy, and she clenched her thighs around your head.

Javy helped hold Natasha’s thighs wide. Still buried between your legs, Javy leaned over top of you and placed a hand on each of her kneecaps. You alternated between sucking on her clit and dipping your tongue into her while he held her open.

“Keep doing it,” Natasha whined, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Suddenly, her eyes shot open. “I want to ride your face. Javy, flip her over,” she commanded.

No time to react, you yelped as Javy easily rolled you on your back. He slipped back into your pussy and moved at a listless pace. His hands traversed your hips and belly.

Meanwhile, Natasha demanded you stick out your tongue as she straddled your head while facing Javy. Immediately, she began to slide back and forth against your broad tongue. “Yes! Yes!” she chanted. You could tell she was close to her peak. To help push her closer, Javy put his month over one of her nipples and palmed the other. Your hands moved to grope her ass and spread her wider.

Nat stopped moving, and you and Javy took over. You laved your tongue all over her, sucking her lips, nipping her clit and planting kisses here and there. Natasha gasped when you began to tongue fuck her. She moaned and bounced a little against your face, which was the final piece to her twitching against your mouth.

You continued spreading Natasha and plunging your tongue into her heat. The task proved difficult when Javy guided Natasha’s head between the two of you. She stroked your clit with her tongue and fingers. Meanwhile, Javy began to pick his pace back up, thrusting into you.

The tension in your stomach tightened, and you were on the verge of overstimulated. Your head lolled back on the bed and your back arched as your second orgasm washed over you. Natasha and Javy worked you through it.

About to cum himself, Javy said, “Look at me,” to Natasha. She stared at him with doe eyes as he pulled out of you. A few pumps of his fist, and warm viscous ropes glazed Nat’s face. She gasped as the last drops hit her skin. Javy helped her climb off you, and he encouraged you to clean her up.

She knelt beside you on the bed, palms planted. You swiped two fingers across her bottom lip, before pushing them into her mouth. She licked them cleaned, and then sucked them before giving you your hand back. You then cleaned the rest of her face with your tongue.

Natasha pulled you on top of her and lured you into a makeout session. While the two of you kissed until your lips were numb, Javy snuck away.

He returned just as you separated. He cleaned you up with warm damp washcloths and planted a kiss on each of you when he was done. He also brought you water with electrolytes. Then, he tossed two of his t-shirts at you while he pulled on boxers.

The three of you climbed into bed, he and Natasha on either side of you. Natasha rested her head on your chest and lazily drew circles on your thigh under the sheets while you were tucked into Javy’s side. He pressed kisses to your temple every now and then, and his fingers played with Natasha’s hair.

You were nearly asleep when Natasha pressed a couple kisses to your jaw. You moaned. “I don’t think I can do another round tonight.”

“But you want another round? Or two?” Natasha’s tone was hopeful. Your heart fluttered at the thought. Tonight was easily the best sex you had ever had. Why wouldn’t you want to do it again?

Javy’s hand rubbed your shoulder and bicep. “I can speak for both of us when I say we’d love another round. Many rounds.” He kissed your forehead.

“Let’s sleep on it and discuss over breakfast,” Natasha suggested as she settled back into her spot with her head on your chest. “Javy’s a unicorn in the kitchen.” The three of you giggled before exchanging goodnight kisses and nodding off to sleep.

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Royal Surprise // Shuri

Summary/Request: Ouuuu that Shuri smut had my mouth watering. Can you do one where she sneaks away from Wakanda to see the reader who is currently in college in the states? - Anonymous

Pairing: Shuri x Hbcu!FemReader

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

You let out a sigh as the pencil in your hand tapped away at the notebook on your desk. Trying to figure out the solution to the equation printed on paper was starting to give you a small headache. It was also a pain that your roommate was no help. You were smart but not on her level. Hell, even your girlfriend could answer this question just by glancing at it. She may be the princess of Wakanda but her brain was non comparable. One of the smartest people you know.

"Still can't figure it out?" A voice broke you from your thoughts and your eyes found your roommates figure.

"Not yet." You said and she laughed at the way your eyes glared through the braids hanging in front of your face.

"Come on Y/N. You got it." She said walking towards the door as she slung her bag over her shoulder, headed out the door.

"Yeah with no help from you Riri." You scoffed wishing she would just give you the answer. But according to her, it would help you learn it. "Why can't I just pay you like everyone else?"

"We've known each other for too long to do that. Plus I enjoy watching you struggle. It's what best friends are for." she shrugged feeling way too amused at you failing to answer the problem.

"Haha. Where are you going anyway? Your next class doesn't start for 30 more minutes." You asked and she held up her phone.

"That bullhead from the football team owes me a band. He didn’t pay yesterday, so the price got raised." She smirked and you shook your head. The things people will do for a good grade goes beyond you.

"So lunch should be on you then?" You laughed as she turned to you with a straight face. "Hey you're the one with the deep pockets, big money."

"Yeah but you haven't figured out that problem yet. Bet still stands genius." You gave a frown as she turned to leave.

"Yeah yeah! I'll bring dinner though." She called out as she closed the door behind her. You shook your head as you continued trying to figure out the problem. You let an hour pass before you felt yourself nodding off, class work completely forgotten in the notebook on your desk. You heard a light knock causing you to stir out of your sleep, checking your phone for the time.

"Riri isn't here!" You shouted at who was probably one of her future customers. You moved to head to the fridge before another knock hit the door. You sighed in frustration as you dragged yourself to the door after slipping on some sweats. "I already told you if you're looking for Riri she's not-" You swung the door open and your jaw just about hit the floor. At the door stood your long distance girlfriend and princess of Wakanda herself. She wore a black tracksuit with the curls in her hair falling over her eyes. You went to start questioning her before she put a finger up to her lips, signaling you to stay quiet. She gently pushed you backwards to get into the room and scoop you up in her arms.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a hushed squeal as she kissed you softly. You eagerly returned the kiss after throwing your arms over her shoulders. Her hands held you close before you pulled away with wide eyes.

"I came to see you. For the first time I grew bored in my lab so I decided to fly out to surprise you.” she told you and you felt like a kid in a candy store. It's not often she has time to call let alone visit.

"I get that. But who brought you? How did you get here? Okoye isn't outside, is she? Someone might think she's up to something." You began to panic before she grabbed your face.

"No one is outside. I came on my own." She grinned as you grabbed her arms to pull her into your room.

"But what did your mother say about it?" You asked and she shrugged

"She can't speak on what she doesn't know." You covered your mouth to contain your laughter.

"You are a sneaky little shit." You said to her and she hugged you again, burying her face in your neck. She missed you. You too miss these moments, every time you have to part from her for a while. But her being here, with you in her arms, soaking in her warmth. You wouldn't trade it for the world. You didn't even hear the door open until the sound of a bag dropping caught your attention. You turned to see Riri with the widest her eyes have ever been.

"Riri, calm down. I can explain." You told her as her hands flew to her head.

"Calm down? You wanna tell me why my best friend is all up on the princess of Wakanda?!" She said in disbelief and you went to scratch your neck.

"Riri, this is Shuri. My girlfriend. Baby this is my best friend Riri." You introduced the two as Riri tried to keep her composure.

"So this is Riri?" Shuri asked with an amused grin as your roommate struggled to hold it together.

"You know about me? Does she know about me? How come I didn't know about her? Y/N-"

"Okay relax. I didn't tell you because Wakanda had their own problems and I didn't want to involve you." You spoke before she could muster out another question.

"Y/N is right. My homeland did have its own affairs to deal with. I asked her to keep it on the low. But I am glad to finally meet the person she talks so much about." You grabbed her arm causing her to look down at you.

"How long do you think you have?" As soon as the question left your mouth a voice spoke out from her kimoyo beads. Riri looked around the room before Shuri held up her wrist.

"Shuri?" A voice sang and you looked up at the princess with a worried glance.

"Mother." She replied softly.

"I sent Okoye to fetch you only for her to come back and tell me, you are not here. Is there a reason you aren't at the palace right now?" The queen asked and Shuri gave a nervous laugh.

"I just stepped away from the palace for a couple minutes. Needed to grab some things." She lied trying to cover her tracks.

"Did you forget I can track location daughter." The queen said with a firm tone that even you couldn't lie to her.

"Hi Queen Ramonda." You mumbled a greeting and the queen gave a soft laugh.

"Hello sweet Y/N. Please make sure my daughter returns at an appropriate time." She said to you and you nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"I'll return soon mother. Just wanted to come see her." Shuri said before kissing you temple.

"I understand child. Just remember to tell me next time." The queen mused, causing her daughter to roll her eyes. You now see where Shuri got her habit of checking locations from.

"Understood. Now I gotta go."

The conversation ended and you grabbed your purse and Shuri's hand as you dashed to the door.

"I'll be back later!" You called out to Riri who was still stunned by the entire ordeal.

"But what about the class work?" She motioned to your desk still covered in notebook paper.

"Finish it for me. Please? I'll owe you big time!" You shouted going out the door before she could respond. She stared at the door you just locked and shook her head.

"Ain't that some shit."

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Royal Pain Part 10

Hello! So I’m wondering if people aren’t seeing my posts, I got someone on one these (don’t remember if it was this one or Roads...but they said that somehow they had missed the last three). I also noticed that a couple of the writing tags *I* follow didn’t update when they put out a new part of their story, I only noticed that they put it out because I dig through the #steddie tag several times a day.

So let me know if you’re still seeing my tags or not.

The application process has begun! Just a note on Argyle’s last name. The fandom doesn’t have one for him and they usually don’t give him one. It took a lot of research (the character looks Native American but the actor is an American born to two Mexican parents.) So after some seriously thought I landed on Rivera.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9

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The first guy’s name was Keith Langston and he had been learning to tattoo through buying large swaths of pig skin. The guy’s portfolio was entirely of pig skin tattoos.

“Have you ever tattooed human skin or on a live person?” Steve asked looking over the portfolio turning each page slowly. “It can even be yourself. Or even just drawing on yourself?” He added, because that’s how he got into tattooing.

Keith scoffed. “That’s what I’m here for. To tattoo other people. I only go to the best to get my body tattooed.”

Steve smiled. “And who are your favorite artists?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Like only the greats. Leonard Killgrave, Ollie Peterson, Trent Sullivan. You know, those guys.”

How Steve managed to avoid wincing, he could only attest to years of customer service. Because he had never heard of any of them. And Hopper was no slouch in the social aspect of being a tattoo parlor owner. He knew most of the shop owners and good portion of the artists under them. They weren’t from Indy that was for sure.

And then it hit him. They weren’t from Indy. They were probably from Chicago or New York, maybe even Boston. This prick was traveling out of state to get his tattoos.

“I see,” was all Steve said. They talked some more about Keith’s abilities and where he hoped to be in five years.

“Well, you got to where you are in five years,” Keith sneered. “I fully expect to world renowned in that time.”

Steve’s eye twitched. “Thank you so much for your time.” He handed back the portfolio and didn’t even bother to stand.

Keith stormed off muttering about asshole douchebags who thought they were still in high school.

Yeah, Steve was not hiring Keith.

The next one was Eden Bingham. She was the Goth chick with the fluffy black hair and the piercings.

“Hello,” she greeted as Steve stood up to shake her hand.

“Hi,” he said, “tell me about yourself.”

Turned out she was Suzie’s older sister. She had moved out from Utah to get away from her strict parents and to be closer to Suzie after she married Dustin. Suzie was the one that had told her that he was looking for an apprentice and to try for it.

During the course of the interview, Steve was a little disappointed. Eden was good. Damn good in fact. And had been tattooing her friends and roommates for the last year, indie style. But he knew their personalities would clash so hard. And it wasn’t about the aesthetic. It wasn’t.

But he knew where she would flourish though and made a note to have Robin call Hop. Hop’s most recent apprentice had moved up to a chair and chose to move to Chicago to purse their career there and needed a new apprentice.

He thanked her for her time, stood up and shook her hand.

“Hey, look,” he said gently. “I don’t think you would be happy apprenticing under me.”

She smiled. “Probably not.”

“But I know someone who’s just barely had a spot open up,” Steve explained. “He hasn’t had time to put out feelers yet. I think you’d two would be a better fit.”

Eden’s eyes went wide. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Steve nodded. “And not just because you’re Suzie’s sister, either. Because I think you’re good and deserve a shot. Even if it isn’t with me.”

“Thanks!”

He walked out with her to get Hopper’s number and address. She walked out talking excitedly to Suzie on the phone.

Robin bumped his shoulder. “That was nice of you.”

Steve blushed. “Hop will love her.” He looked at the remaining two. “Who’s next?”

“Argyle Rivera,” she murmured.

Steve turned to him. “Argyle, come on back.”

Argyle leapt to his feet. “Brochacho! I’m super excited.”

Steve smiled and led him to the back room. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Argyle handed him his portfolio. “I think it’s so cool you asked for a physical portfolio, dude. Most cats only want a link to some website.”

Steve grinned. “I don’t mind those, it’s just harder to talk while scrolling.”

Argyle grinned back. “Yeah.”

Steve opened it up to see the most beautiful Mexican styled tattoos he had ever laid eyes on in his life. Growing up in Hawkins made for a very thin Latino or Hispanic population so he didn’t see much of this kind of work, but he had always admired it.

“This is amazing,” he breathed. “How long have you been doing this?”

Argyle blushed. “I haven’t really done much. I used marker for the most part because permanent isn’t really my style, bro. But I’ve done a couple stick and poke stuff that was fun. And I am all about the fun. So a friend suggested I should try for this.”

“So you’ve never used an ink gun?” Steve asked.

Argyle shook his head. “Nope!”

Steve and Argyle talked for a bit longer and Steve was really impressed with how open and outgoing he was.

“How do you feel about doing tattoos not in your usual style?” he asked. This was the kicker for most artists.

Argyle lit up. “That would be awesome to learn how to do, dude! I love my style but branching out is what life is all about.”

“And how would you feel about starting off only doing simple tattoos, like the small ones or basic designs?” Steve asked.

Argyle’s face spread out into the biggest grin. “Everyone’s got to start out somewhere, my man!”

Steve was really leaning towards Argyle now. Which was too bad, because he really liked the spunky blonde. No, no, not like that.

He led Argyle back to the reception area and then Robin called the last out. “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Steve smiled at her. “Come on back.”

She jumped up and followed him. “You aren’t going to murder me for the no tattoo remark, are you?” she asked with a grin and a wink.

Steve burst out laughing. “If I killed everyone that thought that, Indy would be down three-fifths of its tattoo artist population.”

She laughed too. “Fair enough.”

“And since we’re on the topic,” he said, indicating for her to sit down, “you don’t look the type anymore than I do.”

She grinned. “I got my first tattoo when I sixteen. My mom didn’t want me cutting my hair so much so that I told her either let me cut my hair or let me get a tattoo, she let me get the tattoo.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I’ve never heard of that. It’s hair. It grows back.”

Chrissy grinned. “Her words were ‘At least a tattoo could be covered up, I’d have to look at the terrible hair cut!’.”

“That is fucking insane!” Steve said. “Can I see it?”

She nodded and pulled up her shirt sleeve. Steve could see the nine (yes nine, Pluto counts) planets and at the top was a howling fox.

“That’s cool,” he said. “Can I see your portfolio?”

She handed it over and Steve looked at it. She didn’t seem to have a firm style yet.

He found out they had both gone to Hawkins High. “Wait, no way.”

She nodded. “We all knew who Steve Harrington was. The basketball players all wanted to be him and all the cheerleaders wanted to be with him.”

Steve blushed into his hands. “Oh god that’s awful.”

Chrissy laughed. “Well, most of the cheerleaders anyway.”

“Not you?” he guessed.

“Kind of a large lesbian,” she said with a grimace. “Makes it a tad difficult.”

Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”

He talked with her a bit and then led her out like he had done with Eden and Argyle. He said goodbye and locked the door up behind him.

He turned to Robin. “What did you think of them? Be honest. They probably said a whole lot while they were waiting their turn.”

Robin nodded. “Argyle got Eden’s number.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, okay I needed that. Did he really?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin said. “It was mildly hilarious how well they hit it off. You couldn’t find a weirder couple.”

Steve put his hand over his heart in mock protest. “Have you supplanted our relationship as the weirdest ever? I’m hurt. Hurt I say!”

Robin laughed so hard she snorted. “All right you drama queen, weirdest romantic couple. How’s that?”

Steve beamed at her. “Perfect!”

She laughed again, shaking her head. They talked about the two candidates and both were really good.

“I don’t want to pick between them,” Steve whined, hitting his head on the desk.

“So don’t.”

Steve lifted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robin licked her lips slowly. “Steve, I’ve been doing the numbers, if we add in the potential of what they can bring in, by the time school starts back up again not only will we have enough to pay for both of them to stay on, but Erica too, and the new receptionist.”

Steve jerked back. “Wait, what?”

She nodded. “I’m not lying, dingus. I’ll swear on it. In fact, we could probably hire the new receptionist by July.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

Robin took his face in her hands. “You are open and friendly. First timers and people who are just nervous in general love coming to you because you put them at ease. People who just want to get a tattoo as memorial or just as a one-time thing, love coming to you. There is this whole untapped market that you accidentally slid into and made it your own. We just need more people so you and I can enjoy our lives for a change.”

Steve blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “You are so good at this. Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Call them both and have them come in tomorrow at nine so that we can go over a few things and have them learn how to open.”

Robin nodded. “Sounds good.” She picked up the phone and started doing just that.

Steve watched her with a growing smile on his face. He had a really good feeling about this summer.

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Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

I figured as controlling as Chrissy’s mom was in the show about her weight, she would be controlling about the hair too. And ngl this is exactly what my oldest sister did to my youngest niece. It’s hair. It’ll grow back. Nope. The tattoo on my niece’s arm is the one I described here.

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Royal Surprise // Shuri

Summary/Request: Ouuuu that Shuri smut had my mouth watering. Can you do one where she sneaks away from Wakanda to see the reader who is currently in college in the states? - Anonymous

Pairing: Shuri x Hbcu!FemReader

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

“Still can’t figure it out?” A voice broke you from your thoughts and your eyes found your roommates figure.

“Not yet.” You said and she laughed at the way your eyes glared through the braids hanging in front of your face.

“Come on Y/N. You got it.” She said walking towards the door as she slung her bag over her shoulder, headed out the door.

“Yeah with no help from you Riri.” You scoffed wishing she would just give you the answer. But according to her, it would help you learn it. “Why can’t I just pay you like everyone else?”

“We’ve known each other for too long to do that. Plus I enjoy watching you struggle. It’s what best friends are for.” she shrugged feeling way too amused at you failing to answer the problem.

“Haha. Where are you going anyway? Your next class doesn’t start for 30 more minutes.” You asked and she held up her phone.

“That bullhead from the football team owes me a band. He didn’t pay yesterday, so the price got raised.” She smirked and you shook your head. The things people will do for a good grade goes beyond you.

“So lunch should be on you then?” You laughed as she turned to you with a straight face. “Hey you’re the one with the deep pockets, big money.”

“Yeah but you haven’t figured out that problem yet. Bet still stands genius.” You gave a frown as she turned to leave.

“Yeah yeah! I’ll bring dinner though.” She called out as she closed the door behind her. You shook your head as you continued trying to figure out the problem. You let an hour pass before you felt yourself nodding off, class work completely forgotten in the notebook on your desk. You heard a light knock causing you to stir out of your sleep, checking your phone for the time.

“Riri isn’t here!” You shouted at who was probably one of her future customers. You moved to head to the fridge before another knock hit the door. You sighed in frustration as you dragged yourself to the door after slipping on some sweats. “I already told you if you’re looking for Riri she’s not-” You swung the door open and your jaw just about hit the floor. At the door stood your long distance girlfriend and princess of Wakanda herself. She wore a black tracksuit with the curls in her hair falling over her eyes. You went to start questioning her before she put a finger up to her lips, signaling you to stay quiet. She gently pushed you backwards to get into the room and scoop you up in her arms.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a hushed squeal as she kissed you softly. You eagerly returned the kiss after throwing your arms over her shoulders. Her hands held you close before you pulled away with wide eyes.

“I came to see you. For the first time I grew bored in my lab so I decided to fly out to surprise you.” she told you and you felt like a kid in a candy store. It’s not often she has time to call let alone visit.

"I get that. But who brought you? How did you get here? Okoye isn’t outside, is she? Someone might think she’s up to something.” You began to panic before she grabbed your face.

“No one is outside. I came on my own.” She grinned as you grabbed her arms to pull her into your room.

“But what did your mother say about it?” You asked and she shrugged

“She can’t speak on what she doesn’t know.” You covered your mouth to contain your laughter.

“You are a sneaky little shit.” You said to her and she hugged you again, burying her face in your neck. She missed you. You too miss these moments, every time you have to part from her for a while. But her being here, with you in her arms, soaking in her warmth. You wouldn’t trade it for the world. You didn’t even hear the door open until the sound of a bag dropping caught your attention. You turned to see Riri with the widest her eyes have ever been.

“Riri, calm down. I can explain.” You told her as her hands flew to her head.

“Calm down? You wanna tell me why my best friend is all up on the princess of Wakanda?!” She said in disbelief and you went to scratch your neck.

“Riri, this is Shuri. My girlfriend. Baby this is my best friend Riri.” You introduced the two as Riri tried to keep her composure.

“So this is Riri?” Shuri asked with an amused grin as your roommate struggled to hold it together.

“You know about me? Does she know about me? How come I didn’t know about her? Y/N-”

“Okay relax. I didn’t tell you because Wakanda had their own problems and I didn’t want to involve you.” You spoke before she could muster out another question.

“Y/N is right. My homeland did have its own affairs to deal with. I asked her to keep it on the low. But I am glad to finally meet the person she talks so much about.” You grabbed her arm causing her to look down at you.

“How long do you think you have?” As soon as the question left your mouth a voice spoke out from her kimoyo beads. Riri looked around the room before Shuri held up her wrist.

“Shuri?” A voice sang and you looked up at the princess with a worried glance.

“Mother.” She replied softly.

“I sent Okoye to fetch you only for her to come back and tell me, you are not here. Is there a reason you aren’t at the palace right now?” The queen asked and Shuri gave a nervous laugh.

“I just stepped away from the palace for a couple minutes. Needed to grab some things.” She lied trying to cover her tracks.

“Did you forget I can track location daughter.” The queen said with a firm tone that even you couldn’t lie to her.

“Hi Queen Ramonda.” You mumbled a greeting and the queen gave a soft laugh.

“Hello sweet Y/N. Please make sure my daughter returns at an appropriate time.” She said to you and you nodded even though she couldn’t see me.

“I’ll return soon mother. Just wanted to come see her.” Shuri said before kissing you temple.

“I understand child. Just remember to tell me next time.” The queen mused, causing her daughter to roll her eyes. You now see where Shuri got her habit of checking locations from.

“Understood. Now I gotta go.”

The conversation ended and you grabbed your purse and Shuri’s hand as you dashed to the door.

“I’ll be back later!” You called out to Riri who was still stunned by the entire ordeal.

“But what about the class work?” She motioned to your desk still covered in notebook paper.

“Finish it for me. Please? I’ll owe you big time!” You shouted going out the door before she could respond. She stared at the door you just locked and shook her head.

“Ain’t that some shit.”

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lulu-recs · 21 days

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lead me into the light by third_crow

“wh– well– why–” james stammered, attempting to get his bearings, because if he didn’t, and he let regulus tell him ‘kiss me’ one more time, his heart would probably give out. “why don’t you get sirius to help?” regulus narrowed his eyes. “because sirius would just knock his teeth out,” he said as though it were obvious. “yes,” james hissed, “and he’ll knock my teeth out if I kiss his little brother.” “oh, yeah, great, so I’m the sacrifice,” he sighed. “you can take a hit, Potter, I’ve seen you on the quidditch pitch,” regulus waved him off, and james groaned, leaning away from him. “precisely,” regulus stepped right into his space, and james felt his chest go a little hot.

or, Regulus asks James for a favor to get his ex off of his back, and James makes bad choices.

like real people do by third_crow

“could I get a name for the order?” marlene asked. “serious,” the man replied. “like the star,” he clarified, and remus mentally scratched out 'serious' and rewrote 'sirius' in his head. “the… star?” marlene asked, her pen hovering over the cup as she hesitated. “s-i-r-i-u-s,” remus said. he stocked croissants into the display case, not looking up. “the dog star,” he added, “brightest star in the sky, actually. visible from both hemispheres.” when he looked over, the man– sirius– seemed surprised, his eyebrows raised as remus spoke, and when remus finished, he blinked a few times before smiling lopsidedly. “er– yeah,” he breathed a laugh. “that.” there was a baby on his hip. somehow, it had taken remus a second glance to notice that.

or, remus works as a barista and sirius comes in every morning with the world's cutest baby, and man, these two just wrote the book on mutual pining, huh?

season of pumpkin spice by blackoccamy

out of many obvious perks of working at a coffee shop - like actually being paid and having near unlimited access to coffee - if you had to select one, you would point to the customers you could observe. of course, you knew all the stories about how working in customer service was a pain, people being basically just people, sure. but it has never been the case in the coffee shop that you worked for now. it was hard to explain why. all kinds of different types of beings would parade in front of the counter on any given day, but either there was some actual magic at work, or the enchanted cafe only attracted the polite ones.

the lines we cross by yumenouveau

once the idea hit him, sirius could not get it out of his head. remus was perfect for him, so why had they never dated? and now that they were both newly single, why did remus think it was such a bad idea?

moonstruck by pixelated (prettyremus)

sirius can ease his aches with a few little tricks he’s learned over the course of their friendship and inevitable romantic relationship— a nice hot bath, a few pain relieving potions, a full-body massage… a good fucking.

and, luckily for them both, sirius knows how to tame the wolf.

the other side of the wall (or laundry day is every day) by bluberd

sirius has never been the most moral of people, but he's pretty sure that wanking off to the sounds of remus having sex is crossing some sort of line.

you make loving fun by playitasitlays (on going)

remus lupin is a barista with zero social skills and boom one day he meets the mysterious, leather jacket-wearing sirius black. also, remus is best friends with regulus black. what could go wrong?

one single thread of gold tied me to you by itsprettyunfortunate

after a really terrible one-night stand, sirius wants nothing more than to forget what happened. it doesn’t help at all that he keeps running into that handsome stranger wherever he goes.

would that I by third_crow (on going)

sirius studied Remus’ face. he was curious what he thought of all of this, the only one of them who didn’t have a mark– theoretically– and the only one with a muggle parent. muggles didn’t get marks, he knew. if remus’ parents were soulmates, then they wouldn’t know it. he wondered if there was a way to tell, though. if they could just feel it, somehow, even without the help of some magical fate.

because it seemed like something you would just know, just from being near someone, from being close enough to them, from being in the same space. like their souls would attract like magnets or like water droplets traveling down a window, waiting to merge until the last moment when they realized they were on the same path, and then they’d become one.

was that fate, sirius wondered? he realized remus was staring back at him, his eyes puzzled and curious and warm. sirius looked away first and didn’t look back, pushing down something heavy and impossible in his chest.

or, the marauders soulmates au where your soulmate shares your scars in gold, and everyone is oblivious, pining, and/or in denial.

what's it gonna be? by fen (alarainai), industrations

the probability of meeting the same stranger twice in london is low. but three times? well, that’s pretty damn impossible. it’d take fate, destiny and some divine intervention from the universe to have them meet again.

“sirius?” ...maybe the universe really is looking out for him.

or sirius, remus, missing trains and the embarrassing pursuit of happiness.

say what you mean by fen (alarainai), industrations

james thinks the man might be new, which would explain his attitude and lack of real grace as an attendant. james still grabs the drink with a thanks, taking a much-needed sip.

“anything else?” regulus asks. your number, your life story, your hand in marriage.

“nothing for now.”

or winning over the grumpy flight attendant: a guide by james fleamont potter.

stay with me by charmstwit, pigeononacloud (on going)

secondary genders have been repressed for generations until one day they are suddenly back. james, remus, and sirius are just trying to navigate 7th year at hogwarts without losing their minds. luckily for them, they are best friends who are willing to help each other out. it's just a little bit of knotting between friends, right? totally temporary.

casanova & his moon by youprettythings (on going)

it was difficult for him to ignore. sirius was impossible to ignore, really. he knew what he had signed up for. he knew it wasn't a good idea when he put his signature down on the lease, but he couldn't help himself. remus liked to think he was an intelligent person, but it seemed logic and self preservation went out the window once a certain steely eyed individual became involved.

remus loves sirius. sirius is clueless. after pining after his best friend for years, remus decides he needs to put an end to it. he gets out of his comfort zone and tries to move on - making questionable decisions in the process.

sirius sees something he wasn't meant to and deals with the aftermath.

two idiots falling in love in winter by r33sespieces

when art history PhD student remus lupin books the last ticket to an anniversary showing of titanic, he’s forced to share a loveseat with a stranger, and a chance encounter turns into so much more.

a cauldron full of hot, strong love by r33sespieces

when sirius black bumps into his favourite omega camboy at a work event, it doesn’t go even remotely as he expects. he smells wrong, for one thing. for another, he has a partner sirius didn’t anticipate. but when sirius snags an invite home with him anyway, what else is a lonely alpha to do?

it is a good time to panic! by blackoccamy

when drama strikes, who you gonna call? Harry calls his fey-father. obviously.

borrowed potion by stardust_kenobi

after a long day, remus suggests using the veritaserum he borrowed from severus in a game of truth or dare with you and sirius. you aren't able to hide your feelings any longer after just a few drops of the potion.

the winner takes it all by damn_it_derek_hale

you planned to leave your life in wizarding britain behind after your relationship with sirius black and remus lupin fell apart but then mycroft holmes presents you with the option to take his place in the duelling competition that hogwarts is hosting.

unfortunately, this means coming face to face with remus and sirius who have realised what they've lost and will try anything to win you back.

raspberry donut by samunderthelights

since losing his job, sirius spends his days at the coffee shop where remus and lily work. remus is happy to spend more time with him, but he can't help but worry that sirius is in trouble. because he spends hours scribbling something down in his notebook - which he closes as soon as Remus comes near him - and it isn't like him to keep a secret.

my cup of tea by fivepips

sirius runs a queer coffee shop, remus waits outside to meet up with a friend every week -- until they finally come in one day.

i can be mean too, baby by rottin6

wide eyes stare at remus and he loves it. “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he can feel where pale cheeks heat up beneath his palms. he can see where small hands clenched into fists down at his sides.

sirius looks down at his lips and the motion makes remus look down at his and before he can even look back up, sirius is all over him. his mouth on his, slick with cherry flavoured lip-gloss. it’s all consuming, heavy and everything he wants. and even though something nags at him to pull away, he kisses him back.

kisses him like they weren’t fighting a few hours ago. kisses him like they didn’t break up and ruin each other completely. kisses him like he can’t get enough.

or, sirius crashes his ex's party.

blends by rvltn909

words got in the way sometimes, but remus got the sense sirius knew what he was trying to say.

another coffee shop au.

bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by anonymous

it is the marauders final year at hogwarts and the graduation ball is fast approaching. but remus doesn't know how to dance. luckily, he has just the friend to show him.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting (on going)

sirius get's given a wrong number, remus definitely isn't being sarcastic, and they should probably agree to stay strangers...

#r. march 24 #ao3 #check tw’s and descriptions!#these are all over the place #Some are pure fluff and others basically just smut so check what you’re comfortable reading x #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black

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bts-bay-bee · 2 years

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coffee shop

Pairing: park jimin x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: *unedited work*, they’re baristas, they do things that they probably shouldn’t do at a coffee shop, unprotected sex, theyre both going through dry spells, rough sex, cum swallowing, choking, biting, hickies, vaginal fingering, panties do get ripped and stolen, spit play (a tiny bit),

Prompts: 5 (“Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?”), 8 (“Stop trying to run from my dick”), and 12 (“Choke me, bite me, use me”)

Request:

A/N: hi anonie! I answered this so late that we already hit 2k and so i apologise! Also, I did prompt 11 in my yoongi drabble, so I won’t include it here. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it!!!

“It’s not my fault finals kicked my ass!” Was the first thing you heard when you entered the on-campus coffee shop, cringing at the volume, which was so loud that your entrance was barely noticeable, allowing your shift partner to continue speaking to a ‘customer’. “I made the executive decision to choose passing over pussy, excuse me if I’m going through a bit of a dry spell –”

“Hi, Jimin,” You interrupted, amused at his panic-stricken face. “Hey, Taehyung.”

Giggling over his steaming hot chocolate, Taehyung greeted you, ignoring his best friend’s red cheeks as he waved goodbye and exited the coffee shop.

“Y/N, I, er, sorry you had to hear that –”

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one going through issues.” You cut him off, saving him from embarrassing himself with his rambling. Pausing, he cocked his head to the side.

“You’re going through a dry spell? What about that guy who always comes in and gets that God awful Frappuccino shit –”

“He wants me, I never said I wanted him.” You retorted, dryly. Jimin suppressed a laugh, levelling you with a gaze and a raised eyebrow.

“Well then who do you want?”

“A bit forward, don’t you think?” You teased, eyeing his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Not as forward as you eye-fucking me, I can tell you that.” He muttered, probably not meant for your ears.

“So, Jimin,” You began, watching him turn the sign to show that you had officially closed, your chin laying on your open palm. It had been weeks since you had walked in on him complaining to Taehyung about his dry spell, weeks since you had started dropping subtle hints about him fucking you, yet nothing was done about it.

“So, Y/N,” He mimicked, a small smirk on his face as he dropped the blinds for the front windows, blocking out any moonlight from entering.

“How much more obvious do you want me to be?”

Pausing his walk back to the counter, he looked lost. “Obvious? About what?”

“Fucking me.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, scoffing at you. “Y/N, I’m not in the mood for your games.”

“I’m being serious!” You insisted, in disbelief at his blatant disregard for your seduction skills. Well, maybe they were a little lacklustre, but you could not have been more obvious. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

“We’ve always flirted.” He sighed, tugging on his blond hair in irritation. “It’s nothing new. You never want to take it further than flirting. It’s always just been a joke between us.”

“Well, this time, I mean it.” You snapped. “What more do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg?”

With the clench in his jaw, you knew you either succeeded in getting what you want, or in pissing him off. Truthfully, you don’t know which one held more appeal in the moment.

“That does sound appealing,” He laughed, the smile on his face not reaching his eyes. “It would sound better if you weren’t messing with me.”

“Oh, for fuck sake, Jimin. Choke me, bite me, use me. I don’t care, just do something –”

He cut you off by wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides firmly. He was so close to you that all your senses screamed Jimin, everything about him enticing you to the point you felt your knees weaken.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?” He murmured, backing you up the counter, crowding you in so that you felt trapped. There should be shame in the way your panties dampened, your thighs clenching to alleviate some of the ache, but he shoved his knee in between your legs, preventing that.

“I do,” You mumbled, already blissed out by having his hands on you that you felt kind of already felt satiated. “I’m asking for you to fuck me.”

“Here?” He breathed, grip loosening on your neck so that he could kiss your jaw. “Where we work?”

“I don’t think I can stand the wait to make it back to either of our apartments.” You admitted, trying to breathe evenly as he sucked on your sensitive skin, the skin already tender from his ministrations. You rocked your hips against his and held in a gasp when you felt how hard he was. “By the looks of it, neither can you.”

“I’ve been fucking my fist every other day because of you, what do you expect?” He complained, sucking your skin harder, ending with a bite, making you yelp. “You’ve been wearing the prettiest little things, makes my imagination run wild.”

You chose to ignore him, pulling him away so you could unbutton your jeans, shimmying the fabric down your thighs as quickly as you could before you froze in horror at the loud rip that made Jimin wince.

“… I’m sorry?” He tried, the remains of one of your cutest pairs of panties in his hand. “I didn’t realise it would be so easy to tear!”

“You’re buying me new ones.” You sighed, rolling your eyes when he immediately kissed you in apology, his reddened, swollen lips already giving way to his tongue. Kissing him was better than you thought it would be; he controlled the pace easily, not faltering or hesitating for a moment, while you focused on unbuttoning his jeans, palming his painfully hard bulge through his boxers.

Jimin pulled away from you reluctantly, spitting on his fingers before easing them into your core. Feeling you open up on his fingers made him grin, teasing words about to leave his mouth until you pulled his cock free, using his precum to ease the glide of your fist.

“Opening up so well for me, angel.” He sighed, forehead knocking against yours, curling his fingers so that you were stretched out. Biting your lip so that you didn’t let out an embarrassingly loud moan, you swallowed hard.

“I can’t wait anymore,” You admitted, breathing uneven. “Please fuck me. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Have you, now?” He laughed, spinning you around so that you were squashed against him and the countertop (which you realised that you would have to clean again… You can’t really be serving coffee on a surface which probably had precum and pussy dust on it.)

“Yes, and you’re always teasing.” You complained, trying not to pout while he cooed at you.

His chest was hard against your back, only moving away when he lined himself up to your entrance, tip prodding against your pulsing muscles. Bringing a hand to cup your cheek, he guided your lips to his, barely resulting in a kiss. Every time you tried kissing him properly, he would move away slightly, making it impossible to actually feel his lips on yours. At the same time, he pushed his cock in a tiny bit, before pulling out completely, never giving you the entire tip, never stretching you out on his cock.

“Don’t be a tease!” You whined, desperate for any form which you could get him. “I thought you wanted to fuck – oh, fuck, Jimin.”

Thrusting into you shallowly, he finally kissed you properly, but still didn’t let his entire length fill you up. Even without the entirety of his cock pumping into you, waves of pleasure pulsed up and down your being, being touched everywhere by Jimin leaving you feeling unbelievable. But one thing about you, is that you were greedy for everything and anything when it came to Park Jimin.

“Jiminie?” You breathed out, eyes half open. He hummed in response, hands tangling in your own. “Want more, please. I know you want to go deeper. You can go harder. Want you to use me, remember?”

“Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?” Jimin asked, grip on your hands almost unbearably tight.

He barely let a second pass after he saw you nod before he began fucking into you harder, his skin slapping yours hard enough to echo throughout the entire shop. Now utterly blissed out, you struggled staying upright, your knees weak, basically useless in supporting you.

“Fuck, you’re so much better than my fist, Jesus, Y/N.” He groaned, eyes furrowed, as you cried out and clenched around him, staving off your orgasm, not wanting it to be over so soon. “Going to – damn, fuck – going to fuck you every shift. Your pussy is so addictive, I could don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

His words made you feel like you were overheating, quickly feeling your orgasm rear its head, desperation to stave it off making you move away from his thrusts.

“Stop trying to run from my dick, you wanted it to be deep and hard, so you’re going to be a good girl and take it.” He hissed, holding both your wrists in one hand as he used the other to push your face down into the corner, forcing you to arch your back, making his cock hit even deeper.

Obscene, wet sounds made you want to burrow your head in shame, sobs and moans being drawn out of you at an alarming pace if it was anyone other than Jimin. Speaking of, it's not like he was faring any better; he kept groaning into your ear, curses way too creative for someone as polite as him sneaking their way out.

"Jimin, so close, I'm so close." You whined, thighs trembling.

Somehow thrusting faster, sweat dripped down his temples, his efforts not needed much longer to have you coming around his dick hard, your walls engulfing him in the most addictive ways.

Throughout your entire orgasm, he never stopped thrusting, the suddenly impossible tightness only resulting in him having to pull out of your dripping hole, tugging your neck so that you could swallow down his cum happily.

A few moments passed, not really enough time to actually catch your breath, but he tugged you to him, swollen lips suckling on your tongue, almost as if he was trying to taste himself there, to make sure the encounter had been real.

"Jiminie?" You mumbled, head resting against his chest. You pretended you didn't hear how fast his heart was beating as he hummed in response to his name. "We're going to have to wipe down the counter again."

Clicking the image, expecting a stupid meme or maybe even your work schedules, you froze when you saw it.

Sitting down cross-legged after getting railed like that was probably a mistake, but you didn't realize it until you were halfway there. Ignoring the dull ache in your pelvis and hips, you unlocked your phone after seeing a text from Jimin with an image attached.

Your ruined pair of panties (that you suddenly realized definitely didn't come home with you) were somehow even more ruined by the globs of cum on them.

jiminie:

*image attached*

okay so my hand definitely isn't as good as your pussy but your panties helped a lot :)

btw, if I just keep ripping your panties, will you eventually stop wearing any?

yn:

keep ripping my panties and you'll never get to fuck me again

now send me a video of you using them to cum, I know you have one

#jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts smut #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #bts x reader #smut #jimin x reader smut #park jimin x reader smut #bts x reader smut

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hcrringtonsbat · 2 years

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BEING ROBIN’S BEST FRIEND AND HAVING A CRUSH ON STEVE HC

↳ a/n: absolutely no one requested this but the idea came into my mind so i had to indulge my own urges i’m so sorry pls forgive me. also pls pls pls send requests for eddie or steve ily <3

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 2.5k (lowkey went off with this okay look at me go)

you and robin have known each other since your sophomore year of high school. the both of you played brass instruments in marching band and were extreme nerds so, it made sense that the two of you hit it off

it wasn't surprising that you stayed friends throughout your remaining years of high school. you were able to bond over a multitude of things: your similar music taste, basically living at each others houses, sharing secrets... you were as close as siblings

cut to after graduation: you and robin's friendship is still going as strong as ever. the both of you attend Hawkins Tech, taking a few classes. nothing too rigorous

as you adjusted to life after high school, you and robin only saw each other in your shared classes, often occupied with your jobs: robin working at family video while you worked at a local boutique in town

one day, you were craving that ✨buckley charm✨

you missed her annoying voice, her constant need to ramble about meaningless things, but most of all, you just missed being with your best friend. not having her around was slowly killing you

so, you hopped in your car and decided to pay her a visit at family video

it was a random ass monday evening when you went in. you had class that morning with robin and she briefly mentioned working today so, you knew she was there

when you first entered, there was not a single person in sight. there were a stack of unlabeled VHS tape sitting on the front counter and teen wolf was playing on the television

suddenly, from behind the counter you heard a voice, "shit, shit, shit. robin!!! i thought you labeled these last week. keith is gonna have my head when he- "

you watched as a man popped up from below the desk. a stack of unlabeled VHS taped were in his arms. he had brown eyes, moles littered both sides of his face, and his hair looked amazing

you instantly recognized him. it was steve ‘the hair’ harrington. you went to high school together, even shared a few classes

he stopped immediately when he saw you standing in the doorway. you approached the counter and began to speak, "hi. i'm looking for robin buckley. is she here? "

you didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that you knew him. you had a strong feeling that he didn’t even remember you, considering the fact that you only briefly crossed paths in your entire high school careers

“oh— uhm. sorry about the mess” he apologized, pushing the tapes to the side. “yeah, she’s here.”

as if on cue, robin emerged out of thin air. “y/n?” she questioned, “something tells me you aren’t here for a movie.” she smiled

“uhm, no. no i’m not. i just wanted to come and see you. i thought that i could wait until your shift ends and we could go back to my place?”

knowing that steve was there, watching the interaction made you nervous. he probably thought you were some middle schooler that couldn’t stand being apart from their best friends for more than 20 minutes

as you waited for robin to answer, you observed steve. he was clearly listening to your conversation but, he tried to look busy: typing on the computer, but he was continuously pressing the same key… over and over

you tried hard not to chuckle when robin responded, “awe, you miss me?” she smirked before continuing, “yeah, i’d love that. i get off in about an hour if you wanna stick around. or you can leave and come back?”

you decided to stay. it would be fun watching as robin worked: putting on a polite voice for customers, stocking shelves, tending to the cash register, that sort of thing ↳ harrington also being there had no influence to your decision. at least that’s what you told yourself

it was a slow day so, there were barely any customers. robin tended to the back of the store: logging the new VHS tapes, while steve manned down the front: tending to any customers and sorting through the movies that had been turned in

when steve saw you standing around, trying to find something to occupy your time, he spoke, "uhm, you can help me-- if you want.”

the boy startled you. it was dead silent in the store, other than the sounds of characters talking on the television. he clearly noticed this and apologized. you chuckled, told him it was okay and continued, “sure. i’ve got nothing better to do.” you smiled

you came to the back of the counter and steve slid a stack of movies in your direction. he briefly explained how to execute the task: check the condition of the tape, and make sure everything was good. then, you’d pass it to him where he’d rewind it before placing it in the “return to shelf” box

the two of you made a well oiled machine. it was actually quite fun. at first, you felt somewhat awkward. it was embarrassing knowing that you spent four years at the same high school, sharing classes, presenting projects together and he didn’t even recognize your face

it wasn't until you began to tease him when the mood changed. “so... do i get paid for doing this?” you questioned, clearly joking.

“what?” steve asked, turning his head to face you. you were having such trouble looking into his brown eyes but, you didn’t falter

“i mean, i’m doing all this work. shouldn’t i be getting paid too?” you smirked, handing him another movie.

“most definitely. you’re actually in the running for employee of the month so, keep it up.” he smiled.

you were happy to know that he wasn’t just a pretty face. he had a sense of humor too

shortly afterwards, robin emerged from the back room, coat in hand, “ready to go?” she asked, looking at you

you nodded and handed steve the final VHS tape, “look. we finished just in time.” he commented

“thank the lord. i was starting to get tired. this work is rigorous!” you exclaimed, walking around the counter to meet robin

the brunette watched the interaction between her two best friends, raising her eyebrows knowingly

“see ya tomorrow, dingus.” she exited the store, sending steve a courteous wave

“it was nice to see you, steve.”

with that, you and robin were on your way back to your parents place

the entire car ride, robin was dying to say something. you like steve. you have a crush on steve. i cant believe it, y/n, you like steve ‘the hair’ harrington

it was at the tip of her tongue, itching to be said. eventually, her intrusive thoughts won, “YOU LIKE STEVE?!” she screamed

you nearly swerved into oncoming traffic, scared shitless by her sudden need to belt at the top of her lungs

“what the fuck, robin! you shared the shit out of me.” you scolded, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down

“you never answered my question, y/n.” she prodded

“question? you fucking screamed an accusation at me, robin. i don’t think that warrants a reply.” you chuckled, still a little on edge

“please, y/n/n. i saw the way you were looking at him, flirting with him. ‘oh steve! i’m having such a good time sorting these movies with you. i’d love to stay forever!’” she mimicked, changing the pitch of her voice

“would it be so bad if i did like him? it’s not like we’re in high school anymore.”

“i never said that, y/n. it's fine! you totally have my blessing. although it will be weird to see my two best friends making out all the time. but, you’re nice people. you go together.” she stopped before continuing

“although, i refuse to hang out with it just being the three of us. it’s so awkward! you two will be sitting there, wanting to eat each others faces off but i’ll be sitting right there, looking at you. and i’ll be sitting there, knowing that you want to eat each others faces off and that i’m the only thing stopping you from doing it, and i’ll spend the rest of the time wishing that this would just be over. but it won't be. it’ll just keep going on... and on..... and on.”

as you pulled into your driveway, you smiled. your usual dynamic had gone back to normal. if robin was rambling, you knew everything was going to be okay

fast forward a week. you and robin have a test coming up in your communications class. due to the short staff at family video, she wasn’t able to get off early enough to come by your house to study. so, robin invited you to her job, hoping she’d have some spare time to look over material there

so, here you are, on another slow monday evening, walking into family video. you had textbooks, highlighters, #2 pencils. basically everything you needed to ace this test

similarly to last week, when you entered, there was steve harrington standing behind the counter, lazily replacing a broken sleeve on a VHS tape when he noticed you

“oh hey!” he greeted, looking surprised to see you, “if it isn't the employee of the month.”

“what can i say? i missed this place.”

you approached the counter and set down the textbooks and all of the other junk in your hands. once you got yourself situated, you asked steve, “so, where is the dingus?”

“oh, robin? she’s in the back.” he replied

you could’ve sworn your years of friendship gave you some telepathic connection because robin appeared out of nowhere

“hey y/n,” she began, “you didn't get my message?”

“message?”

“i called your house about,” she peered down to the non-exsistant watch on her wrist, “20 minutes ago. i’m getting off early, so i was gonna see if you wanted to come over to my place to study. plus, we’re just so busy!”

“busy? there’s not a soul in here.” you chuckled, looking to steve for help but the man had checked out. he was playing with a tape dispenser on the counter, trying hard to pretend like he wasn't listening to every word you and robin were saying

“well, I'm sure steve could use some help manning the front. right steve?” robin asked

he immediately stopped what he was doing and peered back and forth between the two of you. he sent robin a wide-eyed stare before saying, “sure. i could use some help out here.”

“perfect! well, i’m gonna be in the back, doing my thing. you two have fun!” she said. she began to walk away but not before she mouthed ask him out!

similarly to last week, you and steve continued your pass and check method of working, barely saying anything to each other. you felt embarrassed. not only did robin decide to meddle in your love life, you couldn’t help but notice the look steve gave robin when she mentioned you helping him

“sooooo...” he began, tearing you from your thoughts, “robin is definitely up to something. i told her that i thought you were cute and now she’s hiding in the back, forcing us to spend time together.” steve chuckled

you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. like you had taken a shot of tequila, gotten on a rollercoaster and was trying so hard not to projectile vomit on the ride back home

steve. friggin. harrington. thinks. you. are. cute. obviously, he didn't ask for your hand in marriage but, you didn't think you made that lasting of an impression on him

“oh gosh,” he sighed, “i went and ruined everything, didn’t i? i should’ve kept my mouth shut.” he chuckled, fixing the hair that had fallen into his eyes

it was only then when you realized that you hadn’t responded to what he said. you were just standing there, mentally screaming while he waited for you to say something

“oh no! no no no no. you didn’t ruin anything steve! I’m just surprised.”

“surprised?” he questioned, “why are you surprised?”

“i just didn’t think i made that lasting of an impression on you last week.” you explained

“well, we did have freshman biology together.”

again. you were on that damn rollercoaster, trying hard not to vomit. he remembers. “oh my gosh. you remember that?” you ask, astonished. this whole time you thought he had forgotten

“of course I remember! we had a project on, damn, what was it?”

“photosynthesis.”

“photosynthesis!” he clapped his hands together, “i was so busy training for basketball tryouts that i totally spaced and didn’t help you at all. but you came through.”

“the day of the presentation, you came in, all ready to go. you handed me these notecards that had everything i needed to say on them. i could hardly read your handwriting because you wrote in cursive but, i didn’t say anything. you had already done the entire project on your own. who was i to complain?”

a memory then came to the forefront of your mind. you stayed up all night trying your hardest to make your cursive look as presentable as possible. you were scared shitless at the possibility that steve harrington would see your illegible penmanship and think you were weird or uncool. i guess it didn’t matter in the end

“wow. I still can’t believe you remembered that!”

“to be honest?” he paused. for a second, you didn’t even think he was going to continue, “i didn't until i saw you come in here.”

“the entire time you were helping me sort through these movies, i wanted to mention it but, i wasn’t quite sure that you remembered.”

you grinned at the memory of a fourteen-year-old steve, reading the cards word for word, just as you wanted. he didn’t even protest. “gosh, i just think about how nervous i was... to be working with you. but, i wasn’t all that surprised when you didn’t do anything. i didn’t want you to fail so i made those notecards for you.”

“let me make it up to you.” he said, staring at you.

now it was your turn to avoid his gaze. “let me take you out to dinner.” he continued, “or whatever you want to do. i’m free this friday. are you free?”

“YEAH! SHE’S FREE!” you heard robin scream from the storage room

you audibly laughed at your best friend. of course she’s been listening to this entire conversation. she wouldn’t be robin if she wasn’t. you thought to yourself

“w-what she said.” you stuttered, beaming at steve

“alright, well it’s a date.” he nodded, beaming right back at you

for once, you weren’t all too mad at robin for meddling 😏

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silvermoon424 · 8 months

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Hi! I wanted to know, how do you do typesetting for manga? What sort of tools do you use? I recently discovered a series that has text only translations, and wanted to learn how to typeset so I could combine them with the raw scans.

Hello! It's great to hear that someone else is getting into typesetting! I'm entirely self-taught (didn't even look at guides or anything, I just felt it out and it shows in my earlier work lol) but the nice thing about typesetting is that it's pretty easy to get a feel for. Honestly, Photoshop does most of the technical work; I would say a lot of typesetting has to do with art and visual aesthetics. It's your job to make things look right, and you can get really fancy with it (especially with sound effects).

I'm very slowly working on a very long PMMM doujinshi, here's a sample page of my work and what I mean about making things look "right" (in regards to text placement, cleaning bubbles, etc). My personal preference is to break up words as seldom as possible, which is a philosophy even a lot of official typesetters don't share lol (probably because a lot of typesetters value speed over little touches like that).

Anyway, Photoshop will be your best friend! I'll be honest, it's been a hot minute since I pirated my copy and I don't even think the method is valid anymore. From what I understand GenP (Windows) and AdobeZii (Mac) are the new methods of cracking Photoshop. Here are the GenP and AdobeZii subreddits for guidance. Also, if you have a Mac apparently downloading directly from Cmacked is the way to get Photoshop.

Anyway, I really can't get into all the tricks and intricacies I've learned over the years about typesetting. However, I found this AMAZING, comprehensive guide that I would strongly suggest using as a reference. They cover all of the fundamentals as well as a lot of the extras. There's even a few things in here that I wasn't aware of and will definitely be brushing up on!

I've also uploaded my font reference file to Google Docs. All the fonts show up as arial, but I've included screencaps of what they look like. These are all free fonts and can be found/downloaded if you just Google the name. Generally, Wild Words is considered the standard font in manga/doujinshi scanlations (although of course there are variants). It's what I use in all my standard text. All the rest are for sound effects, aside text, emotional text that is meant to be elevated, etc.

I would also suggest at least downloading custom heart and star shapes (or brushes) for Photoshop; there are a bunch of free ones available and those shapes tend to come up in manga speech bubbles a lot.

Oh, and make sure you make a credits page for your releases. Mine are super bare-bones (just white text on a black background for the most part) but you deserve to be credited for your labor! So does whoever translated the manga. Once you get the series up and rolling I would suggest starting to upload to Mangadex (the hub of scanlation where tens of thousands of people can see what you've made). If you need help figuring out how to do that, hit me up again when you get to that point. You'll have to create a group but it's super easy.

Am I forgetting anything else? This is such a near and dear hobby of mine and I feel like there's just so much to cover, lol. Please let me know if you have any other questions!

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A BARMAID'S DEAL | JASON RIPPER

Summary: After your ex-friend has terrorised your life for four years, an unexpected saviour comes to your aid - but making a deal with him may pay you more than you thought.

You couldn't believe how you got in this situation. Befriending a snake of a friend and ending your friendship with her had lasting effects, her using her profession as a lawyer to bring you down, get you fired from your old job and kicked out from your apartment. So now you were forced to work at a shabby bar, the owner was nice enough to let you stay in the back room though.

And even now, Henny’s terrorism on you occasionally emerged - mostly hate mail and your ex-friends scowling at you on the street. It hurt, even when it had been four years since it started. Henny had been patient with taking you down, and four months ago, you got fired from your job and the next week, your landlord also kicked you out. You had no choice but to move to the poorer area of London filled with prostitutes and where Jack the Ripper had murdered women just a few decades ago. But you hadn’t had any choice.

You were fortunate to get hired as a barmaid in a bar with a nice boss and nice colleagues, even when customers smirked at you, smacked your butt when you passed them, you were asked to come sit with them and entertain them. And it had only been a week since you started work.

One day, a young man, a rich young man in a fancy suit stepped into the bar, and you locked eyes with him and he strode towards the counter. Your colleague, Sandra, took in a shaky sigh. "Oh my God, not again."

"What?"

"That's Jason Ripper," Sandra sighed. "He's been harassing me for weeks. He says lewd stuff and says me being scared is 'sexy' and threatens to kill any other man who looks at me in a romantic sense. God, I wish he would be gone."

You laid a wary glance at the man. "I'll take him for you, if you want."

Sandra scoffed. "You can try. But he will insist on getting me to serve him and then I have no choice."

You nodded and took in a deep breath, putting on your best customer smile and walked over to Jason.

“Hello, sir. What can I get you?” you chirped, putting the rag to the side.

Jason huffed slightly upon seeing you. “Where’s Sandra?”

“Miss Onslow is busy, I’m-”

“A new beautiful barmaid,” Jason interrupted, his gaze wandering up and down your form and then he narrowed his eyes as he inspected your face. “But you don’t look like you've grown around here. You look too… polished.”

You paused for a moment, staring at him for a moment. Then you cleared your throat. “Looks can be deceiving, sir.”

Jason smirked, clearly amused by your reply. “In any case, I like what I see. Get me a whiskey, beautiful.”

You took in a shaky breath, taking out a glass and pouring him a whiskey and then handing the glass to him. He purposefully let his fingers brush against yours when he took the glass, and you jerked your hand back. He just smirked at you, taking a sip from the glass. “This place isn’t safe for someone like you.”

You scoffed, wiping the counter again. “What do you mean by ‘someone like me’?”

Jason's eyes traveled up and down your form again. “You’re like an angel who has lost herself into a cave full of demons. Everyone sees it here.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your temper in check. “Fine. I’m not from around here. Nor did I come here of my own free will. Happy?”

He huffed, tilting his head slightly. “Hm. You will get cut out from the streets within six months.”

“I can handle myself just fine.”

He didn’t reply at first, taking another sip of his whiskey. “A beautiful young woman like you doesn’t belong here.”

“I have my reasons to be here. It’s none of your concern,” you retorted.

He just smirked at you. “Your concerns are my concerns now.”

You swallowed - this guy screamed at least a dozen red flags, probably even more than that, and yet you felt a certain allure towards him.

You wanted to hit yourself for feeling that way.

“What exactly do you want from me?” you mumbled, clenching your fists.

Jason smirked again. “I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over again. “You said you didn’t end up here of your own free will. I need a name, and they’ll be taken care of.”

You stared at him for a moment again - this guy read you like an open book. It almost felt like… he understood you. Or then he knew just the right buttons to manipulate you. Nevertheless, you were incredibly tempted to drop Henny’s name. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be free. He’d want something from you.

So, you tried to play it safe. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jason licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at that. “You don’t?”

You wanted to deny it again, but instead, you swallowed and the next words came out almost automatically. “I don’t have any money to pay you for taking her out.”

He scoffed, taking another sip. “I don’t want money.”

You frowned. “What do you want, then?” He didn't answer right away and you shook your head, taking a step back. “I’m not going to have sex with you.”

He scoffed again, twirling his now empty whiskey glass. “A date.”

You paused, staring at him again. “One date?”

He smirked and nodded. “A dinner. And I’ll walk you home. That’s it.”

You pursed your lips, breathing out. “No sex. And you will leave Sandra alone from now on.”

He hummed as an answer, which technically wasn’t a confirmation for a no. But still, getting rid of Henny was too tempting so you nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

Her name rolled off your tongue the next moment, your will to have revenge on the woman who ruined your life overpowering your mind screaming you shouldn’t do it. “Henny Martins.”

Jason looked surprised when you actually went through with it, but then a dark grin spread on his face. “Consider it done. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, I’ll bring you something sexy to put on.”

Then, he walked to the door, straightening his jacket before disappearing outside. Dread filled your veins, feeling like you just made a deal with the devil.

Sandra sighed in relief upon seeing Jason leaving. "Finally."

You glanced at Sandra. "Yeah, he seems like trouble."

Sandra nodded, shaking her head slightly. "You have no idea. He's been a thorn in my side for weeks now. I don't know what he sees in me, but it's creepy, and sometimes I’m afraid to walk home alone. It just feels like he waits in the shadows for a chance to jump on me."

You looked back at the door. "I... I made a deal with him."

Sandra’s eyes snapped on you that instant, and her mouth fell open. “You did what? Are you crazy?”

“He promised to take Henny out of the picture for me, I couldn’t say no,” you mumbled, clenching and unclenching your fists against the wooden counter. Jason’s whiskey glass was still in front of you, and you stared at the few drops of whiskey on the bottom of it. “He wants to take me on a date in return. I told him it won’t include sex and I also told him to leave you alone from now on, but I don’t know if he agreed to them because he didn’t really say anything about it… and he also told me he’s bringing me something ‘sexy’ to put on, which I really hope isn’t foreshadowing the following night. But on the other hand, he said it’s only dinner and he’s walking me home.”

“And you’re just taking his word for it?” Sandra asked, shaking her head, her mouth still slightly open. “How naive are you?”

“I don’t have a choice!” you exclaimed, attracting some attention from the patrons and you lowered your voice again. “It’s the only way, the police won’t help a poor barmaid living in Whitechapel, and Henny just won’t let me be. I need to do something before she’s ruining my life here too.”

Sandra clicked her tongue silently, her eyes looking over the bar. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”

You scoffed. “I don’t. But this is my best bet.”

And throughout the rest of that night, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had made a mistake - but at the same time, you knew this was the only option. And even when you hated yourself for it, something in Jason Ripper drew you in, almost making you wait for your dinner date…

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daliain · 1 year

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heya! I saw you're doing blush blush writing so I wanted to Request! I don't know if I'm late or not Uhh, for that can you do (Your favorite characters x Clumsy reader Headcanons) I been thinking that reader as marinette kinnie from Miraculous ladybug show, if you probably know scale Halloween custom as Chat Noir

Also have a good day and Happy new year too ^^

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I was struggling of which of my favorite character I should do-

But thankfully I know a little bit of Miraculous ladybug show fortunately. So here you go!

➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡➷➹♡

Scale, Poe, Seth with a Clumsy reader

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❃◖🐲Scale🐲◗❃

>Due to your clumsiness, he have to keep an watchful eye on you.

>Look, his worried about you. He didn't want to see you accidentally trip on something and hit your head or worst. Clumsiness can lead to accidents after all.

>He will be there to catch you on time. Especially his going to help carrying something just for you to carry less. So you know to how to watch your step.

>Sometimes often have to carry you in bridal style. Like, he knows you can walk on your own but he ain't letting your clumsiness fall on something or someone else-

"Y/n be more careful okay? I don't want you to fall and hit your head or something. What if I am not there to catch you? Just... Watch your step...please.."

◇◖🐦Poe🐦◗◇ 　

>Man... This boy will be concerned and worried about you.

>He understands your clumsy and all but pls be more watchful where your going or where your stepping at.

>He will catch you by the arm, to make sure you won't fall flat on the ground and will pull you gently

>Sometimes when you fall and you accidentally grabbed his shirt than his arm, you pulled him down with you and... Now his on top of you-

>accidents happen right?...

>Don't worry he'll help you up while slightly blushing because well.. Both of your lip almost touch.

>(But if both of you are together he will kiss you. No hesitation. He will. But if not, he will resist but tempting to- *cough* I mean..)

"You know Y/n, you should watch your step when your walking. You don't want any unexpected accidents to happen right? So be very careful and not trip."

✡︎✺🐕Seth🐕✺✡︎

(Lmao I am sorry Seth- there's no hellhound emoji sadly -)

>At first, Seth finds it funny and he just snickers but he helped you get up on your feet.

>But when you kept tripping or at least fall over something without looking or pay attention to your surroundings. He grew a tiny bit worried.

>Like Scale, he will be there to catch you in order not for you to get injured. (For a demon/devil? I think a devil. I am not sure. He genuinely cares for you. Yeah.. Even that)

>If you are his friend, he will laughed but help you up and probably tease you. But if you are his S/O, He will catch without any hesitation. His not gonna let you fall face to the ground. Yeah he'll tease you. Hell he would even make a cheesy pick up line. (Hehehe you didn't notice anything)

"Woah, careful there human. You might don't wanna hurt yourself. Or fall for someone else other than me~"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I am so sorry for not posting so much, I am drained and sometimes writers block get the best of me.

And sorry if the request have been closed, especially how it is still one day-

But don't worry, I'll continue to write! Besides I have one last request that has been stuck in my drafts. So, I'll get going now, bye!

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#blush blush #blush blush x reader #x reader #blush blush scale #blushblushscale #blush blush poe #blushblushpoe #blush blush seth #blushblushseth

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armpirate · 8 months

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UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 30

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Meeting up with Jimin and Tae is probably the best thing I could do after everything that happened. They always know how to make me disconnect completely and forget about everything that's going on around me.

Except for tonight.

It seems like tonight they both plotted against me, and fooled me into thinking we'd be meeting up in one place to end up in a whole different bar. When I first got there, I couldn't help but feel familiar with the street I parked in, but then when those two moved from one of the bars to head to Y/n's pub, I knew they tricked me badly.

That's why you shouldn't trust your friends.

—She doesn't want to see me —I try to convince them.

—You don't know that —Tae whispers, waving at Tammy's with his head as soon as she's aware of our presence.

Giving up completely, I sit with them in one of the tables that are closer to the left walls -near the pantry door. I have no idea how she will react when she sees me, but I seem to not care about it as soon as I see her walking past us. She goes from one place to the other, moving skillfully with the tray filled with drinks and glasses, smiling at the customers, always coming and going from the counter to the tables -and vice versa. Although she stops longer than she should on one of the tables. I can see her smiling more genuinely, and I can even hear the way she teases and jokes with that guy without having to hear the conversation actually.

At some point, she even sits with him after giving him a drink, and I'm not able to see much more until he hands her a piece of paper that she seems focused on reading. Although, out of nowhere, the guy points at me without turning, redirecting her eyes that were lost over the pub until she spots me thanks to him. Her eyes move away fast enough, as if she didn't really care about me being here.

I know they talk for a few more minutes, until he gets up, along with her, and hands her some bucks. He even helps her with his own glass, taking it to the counter, before he leaves the pub, waving at her again. It's when he walks over the window that I realize it's the same dude that tried to hit on her a while ago.

What the fuck was he doing here?

Jimin knocks me back to this place, muttering some words I'm unable to understand until I see something moving through the corner of my eye. She's aware of my presence, she saw me before, and also she's walking with her chin more raised than usual. And maybe I should add the fact that she's avoiding looking at me as much as possible. It's quite obvious.

—Hey, Y/n —Jimin greets her—. How's everything going?

—Fine —she sighs.

—Y/n? This is Y/n? —Tae asks, looking at me with wide eyes.

Yeah, he definitely isn't the best at playing it cool.

—I finally meet you. You have no idea how much Jungkook has talked about you.

Before he's able to say anything else, I move my feet fast in his direction, hitting him. The table moves over us, and he whines at the sudden shock. But it's not like I care either.

—Tae, why don't you just say what you want to drink? —Jimin calls him out.

—Hey, beauty. Come here —another man says, from one of the tables in the corner of the bar.

—I'll be with you in just one second —she glares back at us.

—By the way, I received your email. Wednesday 25th is okay for you? —Jimin asks.

—Um. About that, I think it won't be necessary. I'll try to work with someone else.

I frown instantly when I hear her say that. I know that we had a fall out, but is she seriously going to drop Jimin in the middle of her therapy just because of it?

—Why?

—I met someone who's specialized in that —she mentions.

And I can tell she's lying. Y/n shifted his eyes somewhere in the room, and she made a thinking noise before she spoke up -it probably went unnoticed by Jimin and Tae, but I've known her for long enough to be able to pick it up every time she tries to lie.

—Well, that's great —he nods, giving her a genuine smile—. But I'll save the appointment for the 25th at four. Just in case you change your mind.

She opens her mouth, almost going to speak up, but the same male voice interrupts her before she's able to say a word.

—She said she'd be with you in a fucking minute —I speak for the first time, throwing a glance at the disrespectful asshole sitting a few tables ahead—. Calm your ass down, unless you want me to do it for you.

—What are you doing? —she scolds me.

—Are you serious? He...

—I'm serious —she stops me—. He's drunk and just being an asshole. Last thing I want tonight is someone getting in a fight —after that, she looks at Jimin and Tae again—. Guys, what do you want?

—Three beers —Jimin rushes to answer.

Tilting my head, I lay my back against the backrest of the chair, under Jimin's and Tae's attentive eyes, while I try to calm myself down. I know what she means, but I was just trying to help. That dude is being an asshole and making her job harder than it should be.

—She can't stand your ass —Tae comments.

—Shut the fuck up —Jimin simply huffs—. She's right. There's no point in picking up a fight with that kind of person.

Except I know that kind of person, and I know one of them will cross the line at any point right now.

—They make a cute couple, don't they? —Tae lets out out of nowhere.

—Yeah —Jimin agrees with a smile, giggling at Tae's comment.

—Too bad this asshole told her to date other dudes.

—You did what? —Jimin turns to me, surprised at our other friend's comment.

—It's...

—Areum all over again —Tae rolls his eyes.

—Jungkook... —as he pronounces my name with such sadness, he strokes my forearm, trying to cheer me up— I thought you moved on from that.

—I did —I nod—, but I really thought this could be a great chance for her to know herself better —same excuse all over again—. And I don't really want to talk about this —I finally say, when I'm aware he's getting ready to let me know how wrong I am for this—, so let's just talk about something else.

—How about that dude that's plotting nothing good? —Tae interrupts us.

When I look at him, he's pointing towards the counter. Both Tammy and Y/n are talking casually, while Tam hands her a water bottle that gets snatched away before she's able to pick it up. The dude looks at her, smiles, and takes a drink from it before he speaks to them.

I can tell the intentions he has, and it's taking me a hard time to control myself right now. Tae holds my arm when he sees I'm making an attempt to stand up. It's a natural reaction when I see him moving his arm close to her waist, and she's clearly disgusted with his attitude. He tries a second time, finally getting pushed away from her, and Tammy interrupts them.

—Relax —he tells me.

But again, I see his attitude. He throws his credit card over the counter, and as soon as Tammy is focused on something else, the dude is back on Y/n. The third time he tries to cross the line with y/n, I get rid of Tae's grip and walk towards them.

—What the fuck is wrong with you?

That's the only thing I manage to hear her say, before I grab him by the collar and make him fall to the ground with just one punch.

Such a big man that can take advantage of her, but that isn't even able to take a hit.

And like every coward, he has his two other friends having his back and holding me so their friend can fight properly. It only gives him time to punch me on my stomach, before my two friends are joining the fight and helping me out. Everything happens so fast, we're so into the fight that we are unaware of anything else that happens around us.

Actually, the fight doesn't stop until we are forced to by the police, with the three men being taken away while one of the cops talks with Tammy and Y/n. And, once they're gone, they both talk to each other while us three just stay there. A sudden gasp gets all of our attention, and when I look at them, I see blood dripping from Y/n's hand to the floor. We all react fast under Jimin's commands, and right after Tam has rolled a clean rag around her hand, I hold her by her sane wrist, dragging her outside.

—Are you taking her on the motorbike? —Tae asks, following behind us until we all reach the motorbike.

—If we have to wait for a cab, it'll take forever —I don't even turn to him.

She tries her best at keeping her hold on my t-shirt while I'm driving -as fast I can- to the nearest hospital-, although every time it ends up with a whine before she moves her hand away and tries it a second time. But she finally gives in, letting me feel the weight of her small hand on my lap. Even if it takes me to drive with only my right hand, I let go of the left side of the handlebar to hold her by the wrist to keep her arm correctly around me, tight against my stomach.

We don't exchange a word while we wait in the hospital, nor while we're heading out. We could've talked, but words just didn't come out. I didn't think it was the best moment to talk about what we had to talk about. She just lets me take her home when I insist, too exhausted to argue with me right now. And when I stop in front of her building, we don't talk either.

She hops off the motorbike, not even turning to me.

—Won't you talk to me now? You won't even say goodbye?

I say it as a joke, trying to break the ice and thinking it'd work between us, but she turns to me, immediately making me go serious.

She's angry.

—I told you those assholes only wanted to fight. I told you to let it go and ignore them —she confronts me.

She can't be fucking serious right now.

—That dickhead was crossing the line.

—He was about to leave —she cuts me off, avoiding me from explaining what I was thinking—. Something that would have lasted two minutes, turned into twenty because of you. Because you always have to do whatever the fuck you want.

Oh, of course this isn't about the fight only...

—Are you still talking about the fight or about something else? —I squint my eyes.

—About everything —I look away for a few seconds, until she speaks again—. Does my opinion mean nothing to you or what?

—It does. Fuck, Y/n, that asshole was making you uncomfortable —I hop off the motorbike—. Not only once, or twice. He tried it three fucking times, and you were just expecting me to sit back and look? —I scoff, shaking my eyes, unable to even think about the possibility— I'm sorry, but I can't just sit back and look when it comes to you. And I'd have broken each one of his teeth if I had had the chance.

Her frown eyebrows turn into a line, before they frown again. The difference is that she isn't furious, at least not the short moment she takes to look at my face, going from angry to concerned as her eyes inspect my face carefully.

—Let's go to my place so I can clean you up.

She doesn't say anything else. She came up with the idea and I just followed her, taking every excuse to be with her longer than I originally thought I would. We don't speak while we are in her place though, she only motions me to the bathroom and points where I should sit, before she starts preparing everything she needs to clean me up.

—I know you're mad about yesterday —I look down at her when she kneels in front of me—. But you'll thank me in the long run.

—Sure, I will. Because it's so normal to encourage someone you like to fuck others. And it's completely okay to expect her to be okay with it.

—I don't want you to rush into things —I sigh—. You barely lived your life because of what happened. I don't think I'd be able to be the second reason why you haven't lived. Now it's your time to do everything you couldn't, and choose whenever you feel sure to choose.

—Even if you tell me to do it, you're aware I won't —she glances at me fast—. So what's the point?

I complain when the gauze gets in contact with my wounds, and my whole body shakes when she just huffs and bends over to blow softly on those same spots.

—You're choosing because you're scared I'll sleep with other girls, and dump you —I try to smile—. Cocktease —I grab her wrist gently, stopping her moves for a second—, just trust me —I try to smile again—. New rule: I won't see anyone else, just you.

—That's not fair —she picks another gauze—. You're getting nothing out of that rule.

—You.

It's literally all I want right now. Her and her happiness. That's it.

—It was always about you, remember? —I scoff— Besides, after fucking you, it'll be so difficult to fuck with someone else. You were out of this worl... Ouch!

She pressed on one of the worst wounds harder on purpose, interrupting what I was saying before she finally stands and lets me know she's done. I can see she tries to move away, but I stop her when I hold her, until I have her sitting on my lap, both of her legs hanging on the right side of my body.

—I can't stand it when you're mad at me —I confess.

—Really? Because you don't stop giving me reasons to be mad at you.

I try to make her smile. And it takes me one weird way to curve my lips to finally get it. She rolls her eyes right after, annoyed with how I need to get away with everything when it comes to her.

She better not ask me about it ever, because I don't have a proper answer for that.

—What's going on with that dude, by the way? I saw you talking with him again.

She suddenly frowns, confused at the sudden change of topic.

—Jin?

—I guess —I shrug.

—He wanted me to apply for a vacancy in his gallery. I have a job interview tomorrow.

—With him? —I fake disgust on my face.

—Yes.

She pushes my arm, while just smiling. She deserves this chance more than anyone else in the world.

—I'm so happy for you. You deserve it.

—Yeah, sure you are happy —she rolls her eyes.

—I am. Nobody deserves this more than you —I place a hand on her leg

Honestly, I could dislike the idea of that guy around her -especially after he tried to hit on her-, but she's waited for this chance for so long. Of course I'm glad for her.

—Why don't we celebrate it? —I lower the tone of my voice.

I try to kiss her a few times, but she keeps moving back every time I make the attempt. I just end up groaning out of frustration, throwing my head back, before she holds my neck. Just the touch of her lips rubbing on mine have me jumping excited, her fingers also caress each one of the tattoos in my arm, especially that snake tattoo she's said a few times she loves. At the same time her hand goes up my arm, her lips go lower over my jaw. I try to touch her further than just her thigh, but her hand keeps blocking every move.

—Y/n —I whine.

Smiling against my skin, she keeps teasing me the best way she can. She even plays with my long locks, putting one of them behind my ear before she leans forward. Her hand burns against my skin when it peeks through the collar of my t-shirt, while her tongue licks from my jaw to my earlobe.

She's so unfair. She knows how bad I like that.

—You want me to date and fuck other guys, then I will choose when you can fuck me just the same way —she whispers in my ear, making me open my eyes suddenly.

—Babe...

—Nope —she gets up—. You want this. Perfect. But if you want to fuck me, work for it.

—Fine. We'll see how much it takes you to give in —I stand up, taking her deal.

—I've gone twenty six years without sex, I'm sure I'll be able to wait a bit for the next time.

After saying that, she just leaves the bathroom and heads to her room.

She said she wouldn't fuck me or kiss me, but she didn't say anything about sleeping together, so I just follow her. I start getting ready to bed, pulling up from the collar of my t-shirt to take it off, before Y/n's voice stops me again.

—I don't think so —I look at her—. It's either my couch or your house.

—You really gonna make me sleep somewhere else?

But she doesn't answer, she just shrugs and presses her lips together.

Chuckling, I take the challenge.

I take my t-shirt off before I walk to her. Placing my hand on her nape, I pull her to me so I can kiss her forehead as gently as possible.

—Sleep well, cocktease.

—You, too.

I walk out of the room, pulling my best act until she closes the door. Then I just throw my body over the couch and whine silently. She's so cruel... She knows I got used to sleeping with her, she knows I have a hard time whenever we sleep apart, and now she does this.

She's playing dirty.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #reader insert #armpirate

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My frens! If you know your Mass Effect: Andromeda, then you’ll know what this GIF means.

I finished the game! 🤗🥳🎉✨

Some important things of note: (SPOILERS, if anybody cares about a 6 year old game 😉)

I ended up taking 120 hours but, let me tell you, that was with me playing as thoroughly as possible. I did every single task, even the ones where you had to find randomly spawning things like datapads. 😐 Fortunately, thanks to some helpful people on Youtube, I learned that several of those tasks could be sped up by controlling load zones (so you find a datapad or whatever, drive away, drive back and voila, hopefully a new one has spawned in! Sometimes you had to actually fast travel or leave the planet and return to get a new spawn, other times that would totally bork things. It was a process of discovery, lol).

I’m not going to play it through like that again, even when I start over as Scott, but it was fun to take the time to really explore on my first “visit” to the world of Andromeda!

Fina-frickin’-ly, lol! The big guy played it close to the vest for a lot longer than I was expecting but, well, our love is now true, official and documented! Something I thought was really hysterical, though? Even after you’ve committed to Jaal, which eliminates the option to flirt with anybody else, I STILL had the flirt option for Drack! So, of course, I had to go ahead and take it, Jaal would just have to understand that Drack is an unstoppable Krogan love machine that NO ONE can resist. 😇😛😉 It was all good, though; Drack let me down easy and Jaal never mentioned it.

Though I did wait until Jaal wasn’t, you know, standing right there. Because I have manners and stuff. *nodnods* 😉

(NOTE: This is a screencap, not a GIF, just so you don’t wonder why it’s not loading, lol) I was SUPER DUPER SAD to learn that I can’t get this look for Scott on his own playthrough. The default face can’t be customized. 😥 ZOMG, I WANT THIS SCRUFFY BEARD LOOK SO VERY MUCH. 😥 I miiiiight see about customizing one of the other faces to look as much like the default face as possible if you can have a scruffy beard. If not, then clean-shaven it will be. *HEAVY SIGH* 😛😉

And speaking of Scott, this actually managed to be something I didn’t know was coming: (SO I’LL MARK THIS WITH ITS OWN SPOILER WARNING, JUST IN CASE) I thought he’d probably wake from his coma by the end of the game but I was FLOORED when I was suddenly playing as Scott and he had a pivotal role in the final fight! 👀 It hit me as hard as an invisible drink, I tell you!

Hee, for some reason, her drink glasses would randomly not appear several times throughout the game, I dunno why. But that’s not as bad as the glitch that I got thankfully only once where THE GROUND did not spawn in and so she got stuck in a cycle of falling to her death, restarting, falling to her death, restarting, falling, restarting, etc. etc. 😱😱😱 That sucked rocks through a straw big time! 😡

I still kinda laugh at the fact that, because I missed that you can customize your brother or sister, I ended up with customized Sara and default Scott as twins, lol! On Scott’s playthrough, I’m going to customize Sara to look like this Sara, though, just ‘cause. 😎 Also, I find it interesting that their dad Alec changes to match your main character, so if I use default Scott, I’ll have default Alec where as Sara’s Alec matched her look instead, lol. Oh well, clearly Original Pathfinder Ryder™ was a man of many talents! 😛

A few other fun things...

This is how Peebee showed up when I changed my loadout, lol. You can see Vetra is following me because she’s my Best Girl™ but Peebs (I love it when she starts signing her emails like that 😉) is just hanging out up there! I finally had to get in the NOMAD and then back out again to get her boots on the ground!

Sara has a radio-like music player at her bedside in the Pathfinder’s quarters and it has my friend THE DANCE PROMPT, YES! (You can’t see it here because I had to shorten the GIF for size limitations. 😕😉) Sara is also modeling both her casual and her sport’s casual looks for y’all as she breaks out her best moves! 😎👍😉

Next, because I’m sure the entire Internet is dying of anticipation to know my next move... 😛😉

Since I’ve learned of my other friend, Manual Save, I kept some points so I can go back and...

...take Peebee up on her friends-with-benefits offer. And back up a bit farther to do the same for Liam after Sara helps him move the couch. 😛

Here’s Liam and Jaal giving Sara both Thoughts™ (’cause, hey, she’s been in cryosleep for 600 years and a girl’s got neeeeeeeds, ya know!) and Anxiety™ (’cause she’s the leader of this crew and, fellas, ZOMG, this is Not Professional®) 😂

However, the next full romance I want to do (and am going to back up alllll of the way to when Sara gets the Tempest or thereabouts so I don’t miss anything) is going to be...

...Vetra, my love. I just freakin’ adore her, what can I say? She was my constant through all of the missions, it was always me, Vetra and somebody else. She’s a total badass but also endearingly a little insecure and with a literal spiky exterior that covers a sweet, caring heart. Nothing but the best full-on romance for my Turian sweetheart! *fist thump* (Can you guess who I already know my fem!Shep will be romancing in the ME trilogy? Three guesses and they’re all spelled Garrus Vakarian... 😂😉)

I still would like to romance Suvi but I get the feeling she’s going to take more work like Jaal did because her flirt options dropped almost immediately as soon as I stopped selecting them. Peebee and Liam, for example, offered flirt options right up until my romance with Jaal locked in, even though I hadn’t selected one for a while. So there’s that to consider.

For Scott, he’ll definitely be romancing Avela because, as we all may recall...

Also, it’s a short-lived romance so he can probably find time to also romance somebody else in that one playthrough, if I’m feeling it. (I honestly was surprised at how much I ended up loving Gil, so maybe we’ll give that a try, either here or elsewhere?)

But, of course, the full-on romance for Scott is going to be...

Cora. I legit went *SQUEE* out loud when she kept asking about or mentioning Scott to Sara. *furiously waves Scott/Cora shipper flag* It made me feel kinda like she might’ve had a wee little bit of a crush on her Pathfinder’s son (when Alec was her Pathfinder, of course) but she was keeping it professional and all that. I dunno, that might just be me and those darn shipper glasses that tend to fly out of nowhere and land on my face all the time...

LOL!

Also, somebody at some point will be romancing Reyes because, and please pardon my language, but he’s the epitome of a sexy mofo. 😳😛😂

You also get a glimpse that there’s more to him than meets the eye. The only thing I was disappointed in was that, while I intended to choose him over Sloane, I REALLY disliked that the only way to do that was to promise Sloane you’d have her back and would keep things fair... then you let Reyes assassinate her via a sniper shot. But if you save her, you’re choosing her to “rule” Kadara instead of Reyes. *frustrated sigh* I let her get assassinated but I felt bad about it. Not about my choice but just at how it came about. (Cora also called me out on that later, to not forget that he’d had an unarmed woman killed after promising her a fair fight... 😬😥)

In conclusion of my long-winded rambling, I loved this game a LOT. Was it perfect? Was the animation sometimes WAY WONKY? No and yes. But I was here for the chance for some romance and RPG along with my combat and I really enjoyed that aspect a bunch! I’m sorry that they won’t be continuing Andromeda’s story because I would’ve liked to see more of the Tempest and her crew. As it is, though, I’ll just be content believing they’re out there saving the universe and having more adventures!

I’ll eventually be moving to the OG trilogy and I’m definitely looking forward to that! But for now, thank you, Mass Effect: Andromeda, for 120 hours of fun game time and here’s to many more!

#mass effect: andromeda #mass effect andromeda #sara ryder #sara ryder x jaal ama darav #scott ryder #pathfinder #vetra nyx #sara ryder x vetra nyx #cora harper #scott ryder x cora harper #this is my game tag #mass effect andromeda update of updateyness #long post is long #i have many thoughts™#😉#ageless aislynn

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twig-tea · 9 months

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5 Songs Tag - QL Shows Edition

Created by @troubled-mind (see the original chart-like list and the first 5 QL Song Tag entry). The rules:

When you get this, list 5 songs from Asian QL shows that you actually listen to. 🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series. 🎶Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages! 🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating. 🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

Note: I'm going to play by the original rules that the show had to introduce you to the song, because otherwise I would not be able to narrow this down. Also, to everyone who already went so that I could narrow down my list, you're all doing God's work and have great taste (esp. to @lurkingshan, all five of her songs were on my shortlist; @bengiyo for his selections from About Youth, Like in the Movies, and Gameboys 2 (all five were excellent songs but those three were on my shortlist; and @absolutebl's top 10 OSTs listing songs from Wish You and To My Star which helped me let go of including them too!). I went with one song per country to help me choose, and it was a very fun agony. Here we go!

Silly Fools - วัดใจ [wad jai / measure your willingness (i.e. test your heart)] (Theory of Love; Thailand, YouTube)

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I debated on the Thai song for so long but this is the song that started my obsession with Thai rock; Khai and Third rock out to this in the car as a moment of nostalgia for them and I sat up and took notice because it reminded me of 90s alt rock from my own youth; that scene is such a perfect encapsulation of what that felt like and it tied that feeling to this song for me. And the lyrics are also great as a hype song; they're all about how the singer isn't going to give up in the face of any obstacle or hate. Every time I hear it I think about sitting in the car yelling with my friends (even though we did that to Alanis Morisette and not Thai rock music, the feeling is universal). Even though I'd been watching Thai shows for a couple of years by that point, and had some OSTs on my playlist, this song inspired me to branch out into finding more Thai music and it's now been the genre I listen to the most for the past few years.

Đỗ Hoàng Dương, Cody - Không Yêu Cũng Chẳng Cô Đơn [Neither Love Nor Loneliness] (You Are Ma Boy, Vietnam, YouTube)

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These two are musicians first and actors second, which is probably why the OST is so good. Cody is part of Uni5, and Đỗ Hoàng Dương is a solo artist. Large reason why this is on here is because I like Cody's rap so much. The lyrics are translated in this video so I don't need to paraphrase, but essentially they're about how love in youth is a lot of feelings, so let's just be together and love one another.

Shania Ann Bajen - Once You're Mine (Filippines, Win Jaime's Heart, YouTube)

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Taking advantage of the change in rules from the original post to post a song in English because it's my favourite by this artist. Shania Ann's voice is mesmerizing, when this song appeared in the show I went searching for it and was so happy when they finally posted it to Spotify. This is what she said about her song:

This song is my original composition. 💕 It's about our loved ones, whether it'd be family, friends, or significant other, that we lost in our journey but never failed in making us feel loved and accepted despite our imperfections 🥺 Hope you all like it!

周予天 / Alex Chou - 分手放手 [Fengshou fangshou / Hard to Let Go] (We Best Love: No. 1 for You, Taiwan, WeTV)

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The lyrics to this one are so painful in the context of the end of season 1 and the time-skip. They're translated in the video above, but essentially it's about breaking up and letting go when you don't actually want to. I really went back and forth with this one and Ray / 黃霆睿 - 我們 [Wo men / Us] from the Miracle book trailer, hilariously both for Lin Pei You vehicles, but finally decided that this song just hits harder (you didn't notice me sneaking a second rec in there nope).

センチミリメンタル / Centimillimental - 冬のはなし [Fuyu no Hanashi / Winter Story] (Given (anime), Japan, WeTV / CrunchyRoll)

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This is either a really obvious answer or a polarizing answer depending on how you felt about the Given adapatation, but IDC it's on my list because I love Centimillimental and can't listen to it without getting shivers. I saw this anime and burst into tears the first time I heard the bridge. I used the official version for each of these links so that creators get views, but I have to also shout out my favourite version of this song, with Centimillimental (the guy who wrote the whole soundtrack for the anime and the movie) and Shogo Yano (who voiced Mafuyu in the anime) performing together. If you haven't seen the show, the lyrics are about having a love one torn away from you and struggling to let yourself move on. I had a hard time between this and the main song from the movie (僕らだけの主題歌 [bokura dake no shudaika / Our Theme Song]) but this is the one that hits me hardest.

BONUS(es) (don't judge me):

樹林座 [Shulinzuo / Grove ] - 水火 [Shui Huo / Fire and Water] (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, China, YouTube)

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This song was as far as I can tell written for the series and it punches me in the gut every time. I don't know what it is about this song? It has me in a chokehold. It's basically about fighting for justice against an unjust world and how it's possible even if it seems to not be. It's also just a banger. Something about the irony of them using a very modern-sounding song for a historical drama tickles me (electronic rhythm sounds? electric guitar? For 15th century China? Love it). Put in the bonus round because the show is censored bromance.

Spencer Geronimo - Magkaibang Mundo [Different worlds] (Lakan, Filippines, YouTube)

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Rest in Peace to the actor Kennedy Nakar who costarred in Lakan and who just died (on July 25, 2023) of Leukemia; He was 24. Kennedy and his partner Paul Cervantes were an out gay couple and starred in this series together, and were supposed to also star in Turbulence. This song is all about fighting for a love that people think is wrong, against the odds, and wondering how long you'll have to fight and wait to be together. In that context, it becomes even more heartbreaking. Since this song was in my favourites, I could not skip the chance to give their work some love.

Tagging @callipigio @pandasmagorica @formayhem @dribs-and-drabbles @redxblueihateloveyou no pressure but if y'all feel like it!

#5qls #tag game #theory of love #you are ma boy #win jaime's heart #we best love #given anime #the sleuth of ming dynasty #lakan

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