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thiswasinevitableid · 1 year

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#10 with OT4, it’s so perfect.

NSFW if you can.

Happy Holidays, and thank you!

Here you go! I did indeed make it NSFW

10. Three ghosts just showed up and are telling me about Christmases past, future, and yet to come but I’m pretty sure they’ve got the wrong bedroom

There are three, good looking men at the foot of his bed.

Were this any other context, Joseph would think he was having a sex dream. But a quick pinch of his thigh has confirmed that’s not the case, so he shifts his grip on the covers in case he needs to throw them off to fight or flee in a hurry.

“Um, can I help you gentlemen?”

“It is we who are here to help you.” The figure on the right, silver haired and smiling wide, gestures to his companions, “we are the ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future, and we have come to show you the error of your ways and how you may mend them, Richard O’Hare.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, “I think you have the wrong house.”

“This is 469 Cherry Way, Apartment 302, right?” The ghost on the left speaks with an unexpectedly southern drawl.

“Yes, but my name is Joseph Stern. Also, I’m Jewish.”

“Fuck” The ghost in the middle, tall and bearded like a spectral lumberjack, studies a glowing piece of paper that just appeared in his hand, “O’Hare is dead. This is his old apartment.”

“Brilliant.” The silver-haired ghost rubs his forehead, “I did not bother to check the timelines since I assumed the front office would have updated their files in a timely manner.”

“Ain’t your fault, ‘Drid.” The ghost of what he assumes is the past turns to Joseph, “you got any Hanukkah based regrets? Or, uh, any winter-related ones?”

“I regret plenty of things, but no. This time of year isn’t all that fraught for me.”

“Aw beans.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been in this kind of situation and it’s very frustrating. Or, well, not this exact situation but I bet afterlife bureaucracies are just as bad as the ones on earth. Is there a ritual or something I have to do to help you get back to the afterlife? Or at least help you mark the job as done.”

The bearded ghost fiddles with the arm of his fir green and fur-lined robe, “We won’t be able to go back until the end of Christmas Day, and we can tell them it was a mix-up; they didn’t reassign us.” He waves the paper and it dissipates into green smoke.

Stern glances at his alarm clock; it’s three in the morning. He’s in his pajamas with the little mothmen on them. He’s getting towards the end of his groceries. In other words, he’s in no state to host anyone.

But how often does a paranormal experience just fall into his lap?

“You’re welcome to spend the day here. I don’t have the most exciting Christmas schedule but I don’t mind the company.”

“Ohthankfuck.” The bearded ghost smiles, “we were literally gonna be stuck floating around the building the whole day otherwise. Uh, so, I’m Barclay. This is Indrid and Duck.” He points to the silver-haired ghost and then southern ghost.”

“It’s a nickname.” Duck adds.

Indrid floats over to sit on the edge of the bed, “Tell us, what does today look like for Joseph Stern?”

“A quiet morning followed by getting Chinese food and going to a movie.” He shrugs, “cliche, but I really do enjoy it.”

“No big breakfast?” Barclay looks genuinely disappointed.

“Not unless I’m visiting my sister; her in-laws celebrate Christmas and my niece is growing up with both.” He sighs, still sleepy enough to feel sentimental, “She always makes our mom’s coffee cake recipe.”

“I, uh, I could try making it if you want.”

If Joseph didn’t know better, he’d say the ghost was blushing.

“I’d…I’d actually really like that. Thank you.”

Barclay smiles and fades from view. Joseph stands, stretching to get the kinks from his back. When he turns towards the door, he finds Duck’s gaze finishing a prolonged trip down his body.

Duck is exactly the kind of guy he used to pick up at bars so, to prove to himself he’s not out of practice, he drops his own gaze to Duck’s round belly and gorgeous thighs, then meets his eyes with a smile.

He excuses himself to the kitchen to help Barclay. As the bedroom door closes, Indrid lits, “yes, my sweet, I feel much the same.”

Before he can wonder who the spirit agrees with, he bangs his shin into a pumpkin the size of a small child. His counters are overflowing with pie, cookies, roast turkey, tureens of vegetables, and more casserole dishes than a church potluck.

Barclay looks sheepishly from where he’s trying to close Joseph’s fridge against a tide of cheese and clanking bottles, “Sorry, I’m still getting the hang of all this. Being the ghost of Christmas present is all about abundance and stuff so whenever I enter a kitchen this happens.” He waves his hand twice and the fridge slams shut, “phew, okay, I'm gonna try getting the coffee out again.”

“Here, let me.” Joseph fishes the bag from the refrigerator door, nudges an apple pie drizzled with caramel sauce to the side so he can reach the coffee pot, “do any of you take milk or sugar?”

“Duck and I both take it black.”

“I would prefer creamer, if you have it.” Indrid materializes through the wall while Duck steps through the threshold from the hall.

“I have eggnog. I like to put that in mine.”

“Oooh, yes please!” Indrid reaches for a sugar cookie, which slips through his fingers. He grumbles, but a second cookie floats off the plate and hovers in front of his lips. He grins and disappears, the cookie doing the same a moment later.

“Geez you two, get a room.” Barclay teases.

“You can see them?”

“Yeah, ghosts can see other ghosts even when we’re not visible to humans. Got some other cool tricks too. Can I, uh, can I hold your hands?”

Joseph puts both hands out, palms up, Barclay disappearing right before his hands come to rest in them. Chilly fingers gently hold him as a voice soft and deep as a mound of fresh snow says, “Think about the coffee cake. Like, eating it.”

He closes his eyes, puts himself back at Lily’s house, tries to conjure cinnamon, ginger, and brown sugar in the right proportions on his tongue.

A beard grazes his cheek as Barclay whispers, “Look at the table.”

He knows it’s there before the baking dish even comes into focus, the smell catapulting him through three decades and back again.

“Incredible.” He grabs a knife from the top drawer, cuts himself a slice and tastes it cautiously. Then he slumps down into his chair, moaning happily, “It’s perfect.”

Barclay beams, “Fuck yeah. I, I was gonna offer to make it from scratch but every time I try to do that I summon ten times more of each ingredient no matter what I try.”

“The perils of the paranormal.” He picks a napkin from the holder at the center of the table.

“More of ‘em than you’d think.” Duck sits to his left, looking for all the world like he’s in the chair instead of hovering, “For my first year I kept ending up in the past any time I listened to oldies.”

“When you say first year, is ‘holiday spirit’ a job you can be assigned?”

“More or less.” Indrid settles in Duck’s lap, “if you wish to remain a ghost rather than passing on into the great beyond, you have to accept some form of ‘post-death service.’ Many of them are like our assignment in that they only take up a small portion of a year. You still have to write weekly reports though.”

“That’s a bit bleak.”

“Assuredly. But ghost-hood does have perks” he grins at Barclay, “like excellent company.”

This time the ghost’s blush is obvious as he slides cake Indrid’s way. Joseph pours four mugs of coffee, Indrid flapping his hands when he gives him the mothman one. The conversation moves towards the finer points of afterlife politics and Barclay’s relief that ghosts can now consume food without it having to be burnt as an offering first. Then Duck bemoans the fact a restaurant in his hometown hired an exorcist after he turned up hoping for his favorite, french onion soup, and soon they’re trading stories about where they grew up.

By the time Duck gets up to wash the dishes, Joseph has almost forgotten his guests aren’t ghosts. Two of whom are undoubtedly flirting with him; Barclay may be trying to, but whenever Joseph tosses a flirtatious comment his way he starts fading from view.

Joseph turns a coy smile on Indrid, “You said you can see the future. Can I ask you a question?”

“Is it the date you die or whether you find true love?”

“Neither. Will I have a better time if I go see Torsey Torse or The Conjuring: Psychic Bigfoot?”

Indrid cocks his head, amused, “Let me see…” his face goes blank. Then he jerks backward in his chair and looks, alarmed, at Joseph from behind his red glasses, “You, you cannot leave the house today.”

“What? Why?”

“The weather” he points at the light snow falling outside, “will get worse within the next two hours. And when you are out in it, you will be crossing the street when a driver loses control. There are no timelines where you survive.”

“Jesus.” His whole spine is ice and his heart is bouncing between his throat and the pit of his stomach.

Duck sets a comforting hand through his shoulder, clearly trying for a light tone, “Real glad you asked ‘Drid about the movies. Much as I like you, hate to see you beef it so soon.”

He laughs nervously, “Well, I, I guess I’ll stay in then. That’s safe, right?”

Indrid goes blank a moment before nodding.

“Okay, operation hunkered down holiday it is then. I, um, I’m going to go shower quickly. Please make yourselves at home.”

Twenty minutes of dissociating in the shower at the thought of coming so close to his own death later, Joseph steps into his bedroom and puts on jeans and his favorite sweater; black save for a festive pattern made up of UFOs and cows around the chest.

“Are you okay?” Barclay floats through the doorway.

“I will be. Just a little rattled.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“God, yes.”

It’s a bit mind melting to feel something holding him even as his eyes tell him there’s nothing nearby, but the sensation quickly loses out to how excellent Barclay is at hugs. There’s a flannel shirt under his robe and Joseph rests his cheek against it. He wonders if he and Barclay would ever have crossed paths if the cook had lived longer, if there was ever a future where he held this same body while blood ran in its veins.

“C’mon, I wanna get a spot on the couch before Indrid just completely boxes us out of the blankets.”

It’s not much of an exaggeration; Indrid has every blanket in the house piled on the couch, and is making grabby hands at Duck, who’s studying Joseph’s DVD collection.

“Since you ain’t able to go out, thought maybe we could watch a flick or two here?”

“Oooh, or we could even have a movie marathon.”

“I’d love that, although our options in that case are The Lord of the Rings trilogy or all five of the Bigfoot: The Legend is Real movies. Number one and four are particularly good.”

Duck smiles at him, a crooked, charming thing that Joseph wants to kiss for hours, “Fuckin nerd.”

“I find it works for me. The box sets are right there.”

“Yessir.” Duck teases, grabbing the Bigfoot case and carrying it over to the T.V.

“Joseph, sit by me please.”

He slides under the offered blanket, only for Indrid to disappear.

“Wh-AH, ohgod, Indrid you’re freezing.”

“I ran cold in life and apparently it carried over into death. And while my fellow specters are lovely to cuddle you are so very, very warm.”

“GAH” He laughs as chilly fingers sneak under his sweater.

“Go easy on him, little moth.” The pet name is fond in Barclay’s mouth; at a guess, it’s referring to the tattoos peeking from the collar of Indrid’s black shirt.

“Mmmm, you don’t mind, do you Joseph?” Indrid purrs.

“Not a bit.” He manages to sling his arm over Indrid’s shoulder. Barclay settles on this other side, and once the opening titles blare across screen Duck hops under the blankets and kicks his legs into Indrid’s lap.

Ten minutes in, Indrid is fully engrossed in the action, Duck is pointing out all the flaws in the park ranger’s behavior, and Barclay keeps whispering jokes in Joseph’s ear.

When–between movie two and three–Duck suggests they order delivery from his favorite Chinese place, Joseph wonders if he actually did get hit by that car and ended up in paradise.

By the time they’re midway through the fourth movie, the apartment smells like fried rice and Barclay is trying valiantly to rest his head in Joseph’s lap without going fully invisible. Indrid is half asleep on Duck, who pets his hair and brushes crumbs from the arm of the couch.

When the final credits roll, Duck stretches out an arm, tracing the air just above Joseph’s arm, “You thought about how you wanna wrap up your Christmas Day?”

“If it were just me, I’d take a bath and have a nightcap. But, well, that isn’t exactly an interesting evening for my guests.”

“Don’t be so certain” Indrid tips his head to look over the rim of his glasses, “I think the sight of you in the tub would be quite diverting. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

“Hell yeah.” Duck grins.

“Barclay?” Joseph turns to the third ghost, whose hands are glued to his knees.

“I would do literally anything to see you naked.” He smacks his palms into his face, “that sounded more romantic in my head.”

“I think it was charming.” Indrid lilts.

Joseph wishes for the hundredth time that night that he could just take Barclay’s hand, “I agree.” On a hunch, he adds, “come on, big guy, help me get undressed.”

He leads Barclay to the bathroom, starting the tap in the tub before turning to him and murmuring, “Okay, go ahead.”

The ghost disappears, and then spectral fingers hook the edge of his sweater. He obediently lifts his arms then watches, amused, as the sweater seems to fold and set itself on a chair. The process repeats with his blue t-shirt before his jeans are carefully undone and pulled to the floor. His underwear follows, and then for a moment he cannot figure out where Barclay’s gone. Then strong hands are on his hips and a deep voice asks, “Can I kiss you?”

He nods, lets Barclay initiate the kiss and then cups his hands on invisible cheeks. His lips tingle the way they do when he uses mint chapstick, and he sighs happily as Barclay dips his tongue between them.

The tap squeaks off.

“While this a most interesting sight, your bath is now ready, pet, and I suggest you get into it.”

He gasps, blushing at Indrid pegging the perfect, well, pet name immediately.

“Yeah, he does that. Uses the futures to get all your fantasies outta you.” Duck whistles, “damn, slick, nice tub.”

“I took an apartment further from the bus stop just so I could have it.” He sinks into the hot water with a sigh, “it’s a lifesaver when it comes to relaxing after work.”

“Speakin of, uh, relaxation, ‘Drid and I spotted somethin mighty interesting on your bookshelf.”

He cringes, “Exorcise My Heart?”

“Yep. Explains why you weren’t freaked out by any of us comin’ onto you.”

“I promise the premise is better than it sounds. It’s about a ghost hunter who falls in love with the two spirits he’s been assigned to locate and remove from an old New England mansion. It’s a, um, a favorite of mine. But it’s not the only reason I was comfortable enough to flirt; the three of you are wonderful, I feel so relaxed and happy around you. Like I can be myself.”

Duck’s smile is brighter than the lights around the mirror.

“All the same, pet” Indrid isn’t visible, but his voice is getting closer, “it seems to me that such an accommodating host should be rewarded.”

“What do you have in mind?”

A splash as something slips into the water behind him, then lithe arms circle his waist and cold lips kiss his throat, “I say we do your book one better and have three ghosts enjoy themselves with you.”

“Yes, that sounds amazing, please, please can we do that?”

“Gladly, pet. Let me just–damn it, come on–okay there we are, I managed to banish my clothes somewhere. In theory your bedroom but I’m a bit distracted at the moment. Barclay, how about you join me?”

The green robe joins his bathrobe on the door, more clothes materializing in a stack as Barclay takes them off. When the water in front of him ripples, Joseph leans forward for a kiss. He breaks it a moment later with a gasp as a lubed finger works itself into his ass.

“H-how-”

“I have some conjuring abilities that are not related to my work. Now, do tell us more about this book.”

“What about Duck?”

“You’re sweet, slick. But I’m gonna wait until you’re finished doin’ what ‘Drid says. Then I’m gonna use that nice mouth of yours until I cum.”

He groans, dick twitching at the thought, and does his best to form words while Barclay kisses his face and chest, “The, the best scene is when the ghosts decide to ambush the hunter in his bedroom. The, ahgod, the idea is to scare him but then they have to restrain him so he doesn’t use any cleansing tools on them and he gets turned on by it. So they end up tying his hands together and one of them fucks his ass while the other makes him deepthroat them. They end up spending the whole night using him so he’s too, too tired to bother them the next day.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Duck’s fly is undone, his fingers moving beneath his boxers.

“It really is. Relatedly, one, one of you please fuck me right now or I’m going to go out of my mind.”

“You go ahead, Barclay. In death, as in life, I am an ass man and it will take a little bit more preparation for that.”

Joseph shifts, straddling Barclay’s lap.

A gentle hand strokes his face, “you ready?”

“Readyoh, oh” He drops his forehead to Barclay’s shoulder, “oh wow, big guy really is an accurate pet name huh?”

“You know it, babe. Fuck, you feel great, your so warm and tight it’s like fucking heaven.”

“Right, that’s all the patience I possess.” Indrid’s cock presses into his ass, “oh, oh goodness, pet you feel divine.”

“Th-thank you.”

“So polite too. That should be rewarded. Sweetheart, I think it’s time.”

Duck comes right to the edge of the tub before disappearing. Then a hand grabs Joseph’s hair and drags his face forward to meet slick folds and a very pleasing dick. He sucks eagerly, manages to run a hand along a thick, perfect thigh before squeezing his wonderful ass.

Duck’s laugh bounces off the walls, “Damn, knew you were checkin my ass out but I didn’t realize how much you liked what you saw.”

Joseph pulls back with a gasp, “‘Like’ is an understatement. Your ass and thighs and belly were all made to be adored and god I hope everyone who ever saw you alive appreciated the honor of getting to see them.”

“Aw geez.”

“My, my, pet, he rarely blushes like that.”

“I mean every word.”

Fingers brush damp hair from his forehead, “Don’t doubt it, slick. But as much as I like you feelin me up, we got other plans.”

Cold fingers circle his wrists, wrenching his arms behind him and trapping them there. The resulting moan is muffled by Duck shoving his mouth back where it belongs. It doesn’t take long for the ghost to switch to holding his head in both hands and fucking his face as his moans grow more and more ragged. He tries to not seem too desperate for rough treatment the first time with a partner, but he knows there’s no reason to hide how badly he wants this, how good it feels as Barclay drives into him and Indrid snaps his hips and laughs at his resulting squeaks.

He closes his eyes, loses himself in the whirl of sensations, and pictures what the scene would look like if the ghosts could be seen and felt at the same time. When fingers rub swift, calculated circles on his dick, he can’t tell whose hand it is, only that it feels incredible and is pushing him towards orgasm with remarkable speed.

“Oh yes, yes pet, tighten up for me, oh, ohohohyes.” Indrid digs his nails into his hips as he cums.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous when you cum in him, sugar. Can you go a little harder big fella? Every time you do he sucks real nice.”

Barlcay holds him tighter just as Joseph gasps and writhes with the most intense orgasm of his life. As his cock thrusts harder and harder, his legs kick and on instinct he tries to twist away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Uh uh, you’re not done babe, don’t worry, I got you, god you feel good, gonna make you feel so good too, fuck, fuck.” A kiss smushes into his cheek as Barclay cums in him with a long, low moan. His jaw is starting to ache but he keeps sucking all the same until Duck cums too, hips shuddering and bucking as he does.

“You’re fuckin amazin’” A hand ruffles his hair and then Duck is visible, kneeling by the tub, “you doin’ okay.”

“I think every circuit of my brain is blown out, but yes. I feel incredible.”

Duck smiles softly, “I’ll get you that nightcap.”

Once Barclay pulls out, the three of them stumble from the tub, Barclay bundling him in his robe while Indrid kisses his face and tells him how wonderful and good and perfect he is. Duck meets them in bed with a tray of spiked eggnogs, the four of them cuddling and huddling in bed as the snow whips around outside. When eleven thirty hits, Joseph loses his battle with unconsciousness.

He wakes up at seven on the 26th, tries to ignore the horrible, empty feeling in his chest as he stands and shuffles into the kitchen. There’s a new note on the fridge, held in place by a heart shaped magnet.

Going to talk to head office about more holiday visits. Will sneak up here for New Years Eve regardless.

See you soon, handsome

-Barclay, Duck, and Indrid.

#OT4: government men and their cryptid boyfriends #winter fills #indruck #sternclay #agent stern/duck newton #inclay #agent stern/indrid cold #ghost boyfriends #trans agent stern #trans duck newton

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jujywrites · 8 months

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Victory Lap

another drabble for a dusty ongoing collection! Work Hard and Be Good Chapter 2. Sigsquare OT4 with Winterwatts focus.

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It happens quickly and slowly at the same time. Roxie's heart is a rabbit in the underbrush, legs carrying her fast enough to fly; she's in the perfect position when her teammate passes her the ball, if not the perfect distance—barely past midfield on the opponent's side.

So is the goalie, but Roxie knows her weaknesses.

Her foot connects to the ball in slow motion. Her breath is magnified in her head. Slow as molasses the ball lifts up, up, up into a curving glide. The goalie will have to jump, diagonally and with enough height.

It's forever, watching the goalie prepare her save. Her fingers barely brush the ball's underside.

The back right corner of the goal billows out with the force of a sonic boom, and time returns to normal.

Extra time, 1-1. Now 2-1.

Roxie can only feel her yell, drowned out as it is by the roar of the crowd and her teammates (where is Eva?) converging with their own screams around her. They carry her, or she wills them to, to the edge of the pitch. She can see Rob and Neil, bedecked in university colors, running toward her when Eva barrels into her, broken free from the rest of the team.

She's right here. You did it, she's mouthing, probably saying aloud if only Roxie could hear her.

"I did it! We did it!!" she screams, and then Eva's kissing her. She kisses back, in front of everyone, because what the hell else will she do? Spontaneously combust from love?

Her team has settled slightly, still cheering and high but somehow distant. Or maybe that's Roxie's brain, narrowed down to her three favorite people celebrating her accomplishment. She turns in Eva's arms to cling briefly to Rob's bear hug, and then Neil inadvertently separates them by knocking into her with as much force as Eva did.

"Roxanne Luna Winters," he hollers, "striker extraordinaire!"

"Hey," she retorts, flicking him on the forehead, "that's Roxie 'badass motherfucker' Winters to you!!!"

He's grinning so widely, dimples on full display. Neil only cares about soccer because of Roxie and Eva's team, but he does care. And here he is overjoyed like the rest of them, smiling hard enough she can picture his eyes behind his glasses—

And it's that thought that has her kissing him before she can even think about it. Her heart starts racing again but she can't stop, and he doesn't stop her.

When she does stop, she starts laughing. She can see Neil's now-uncertain smile as she tries to contain her hysterics, but she really does think she'll go up in flames if—

Neil catches her chin with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and kisses her again.

The flames cool because she pours them into him, senses Eva close behind her and Rob, always beside her, further containing the blaze.

When they pull away this time, Neil doesn't let her go, forehead to hers. "Did I just make you the gossip lightning rod?" He actually sounds a smidgen regretful.

"Let them talk. I don't care," Roxie says, Rob's hand at her other shoulder bolstering her determination. "And if I start caring I bet I can kick all their asses anyway."

"Heh. I don't doubt that."

"Well, it's about time."

Roxie flushes at Eva's voice, so close to her. She turns to look and sees a smile so soft she can't keep looking. "Yeah." She smiles, shyly, feeling small in the best way. "Yeah, I guess it was."

#JujYwrites #To the Moon #SigSquare #polyships #Sports AU #rare ships #small fandoms

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zhuilingyizhen · 4 years

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PR-nightmare Idol! LJY is my religion + zhulingyizhen? *chef kiss*

Thank youuu!! Ljy tries his best to not murder their pr department, which is probably headed by lqr. manager!lqr is an eternally pissed off lqr.

(just a side-note: i don’t think I’m gonna do the last day of the ljy birthday thing bc it’s just a free day, and i forgot to write something for it :/)

#lan jingyi #lan qiren #zhuilingyizhen #if i can make it ot4 you bet i will #anon #ask #addy answers #addy answers asks #i just like the alliteration

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moonandsunwoo · 2 years

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“just best friends” with txt

# — pairing: txt x you (no pronouns mentioned)

# — genre: fluff, kinda best friends to lovers <3

# — warnings: noneeee, lowercase intended

hiiiiii i am back after 6 years hehe :> i might post something for nct dream soooon if yall dont mind hahah im in a bit of a dreamie-hole again…anywhat have a lovely day !

soobin…bet he has the reddest cheeks whenever someone remarks that you two would go together well, just waves it off casually, heart beating out of his CHEST tho. Soobins unofficial love-language is little acts of service throughout your day, that does not limit itself to brushing your hair out of your face randomly and stuttering after intense eye-contact. so yeah soobin thinks youre cute xoxo and he will make you breakfast every sunday if you ask him to and he will help you with all your homework (even math) and if he does not understand the subject you bet your cute ass he will sit down and do the research about it. but just friends!! maybe.

yeonjun…hes a flirty fella as we know, with everyone but especially with you. winks as often at you as you roll your eyes back at him (which is: a lot) but you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a liiiittle bit. would have a habit of picking you up from everywhere at any time of the day, maybe with your favourite drink ready just because he knew which one that was and he could. likes to link arms with you, likes to match clothes in a subtle way, likes showing off how well you go together — because he knows that you do. you just wait :>

beomgyu…can you imagine a beomgyu unhinged but with a tinge of red on his cheeks, pulling you around at your hand, intertwined pinkies and matching friendship bracelets that actually mean so much more than just friends but hes too shy and youre too shy to do anything about it. (I can hear “vibes” by chase atlantic play in the bg tbh) its so many giggles and late night stargazing and trips to the end of this world just to find out that home can be everywhere as long as the other one is with them. oh also: HANDSHAKES. Idc if you think thats childish, you have one with beomgyu and its beautiful okay.

taehyun…the two go together so well that ot4 just assumed you were dating the first time they met you. its the kind of relationship where the two parties balance each other out just perfectly, a beautiful harmony. he makes you feel calm and you make him feel brave. you would visit every concert of theirs and he would always find you within ten minutes no matter where you were standing. he would come over late at night to watch a stupid boring movie with you that you both would abandon for a conversation about space and the importance of peppermint tea. Of course you loved each other. taehyun just needs that final push (bet that push would turn out to appear in the form of choi beomgyu)

hueningkai…ah yeah, so much teasing you both over the obvious puppylove you two shared. It was so innocent and pure and really built on a deep and trusting friendship and maybe that was what made huening (and you) so insecure about admitting feelings because what if the other person didnt feel the same and then everything was ruined??? scary thought right? So in the meantime (yeonjun would get kai there, dont worry yes) there would just be 3h phonecalls and matching plushies and shared clothes and jewellery and maybe handholding??? maybe…on a bold day hihi

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firetextskpop · 2 years

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Please about SHINee x reader poly smut thanks honey <3

I'm sorry, I just seen this! ot4 for the moment.

Warning; gn!reader, Smut, oral, slight bdsm/rope play, petnames, very short. I'll make another one soon in more detail.

Finally, all the boys had completed their military service and the older members wanted to celebrate Taemin's return...The right way. That brings us to why you're on your knees, hands tied behind your back with the maknae thrusting in your mouth. Taem's head was thrown back in pleasure. The combination of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock along with the exhibitionist in him being thrilled his hyungs are eyeing the situation are what brings the youngest closer to his climax. "Look at our Baby Boy." Jinki mumbles, palming his pajama pants rather roughly. "He must've missed this. I know I sure did when I was enlisted." Kibum responded and sat beside you, starting to rub on your body. "Y/n is taking him so well. I wonder if they can take more than one." Key chuckles before answering. "You already know they can. It's their favorite thing to do." Now he stands and begins taking off his pants and underwear. "Well let's try 3." Onew said and began following his younger member's lead. Suddenly Minho got up to join, then uttered out. "I'm willing to bet they can take 4"

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withpeopleinperson · 3 years

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💭💭💭💭💭 (this is me very subtly asking for ot4 hcs)

IVE BEEN WAITING I HAVE SO MUCH TO SHARE

Sorry not sorry this got *so* long, I’m obsessed w them and this universe and this fic I have barely started writing coz I keep writing HCs

- Shortly after Derek realizes that he still loves Addison, he asks Mark if it’s normal and he says yes and is so casual about it that it makes Derek even more confused. He goes to Meredith and tells her that he loves Addison and she’s even more nonchalant than Mark is. “Don’t we all love Addie? She’s something special… you don’t just ignore someone like her.” And the guilt eats away at him over the course of a few weeks until it’s just him and Addison in the kitchen pouring drinks for the kids. He catches her by the wrist and tugs her over until they’re so close he can smell the wine in her breath and his voice is so soft and timid that it makes her eyes soften. “Hey, Addie? I really do love you.”

- There’s speculation of an affair circling around the hospital when Addison shows up in Derek’s sweatpants for the third or fourth time — the same pair of Derek’s sweatpants that Meredith often wears — and the entire thing makes her heart ache with embarrassment and sadness. The interns are talking about her and how she’s desperate, an adulteress, how she’s betraying Meredith while acting like her best friend, and Derek finds Addison crying in a supply closet. She confesses to him that maybe this has all gone too far, that she’s always going to be the adulteress whore, and it fills him with such a burning rage that he demands the names of every intern who she heard whispering about her.

- Meredith is the most clumsy person on earth ever and Mark is PISSED that Webber tells them that, because of their arrangement, he is forbidden to stitch up Meredith’s many random injuries. He still gets the page every time because no one wants to deal with an angry Mark, and he crosses his arms and stands behind Jackson every time he works on Meredith.

- Derek eventually finds himself not really caring if Addison slips into their bed in the middle of the night, and is only slightly annoyed when Addison and Mark end up in his bed and he gets squished to the side, pressed against the wall. It turns out that their local furniture store does not stock a bed big enough for four adults, but Addison somehow finds a way to have two special ordered.

- Mark used to think he wasn’t capable of proper love, but then Addison became Addison-and-Meredith-and-Derek, and he can’t stop the way his stomach flips just watching them. His favorite sight is coming home from fishing with Derek to find Addison and Meredith sitting by the pool with their kids wearing ridiculously large sun hats and laughing over a drink.

- Derek doesn’t think he can physically handle something as hot as a foursome, and is shocked when he’s the one who initiates it. He also wouldn’t have anticipated the fact that he’s at least a little bit bisexual, but the sound Meredith made when Addison suggested he try sucking Mark’s cock was enough to spur him on.

- Meredith the open pansexual, Addison the closeted bisexual. I do not make the rules.

- When they finally have a discussion about it being okay to be sexual with the others’ partners outside of group sex, all bets are off. They’re damn near insatiable, and someone is almost always somewhere either kissing or getting fucked. On call rooms, elevators, the hospital rooftop, name it and they’re probably there fucking.

- “Meredith isn’t submissive.” Derek is smug about it, bets Addison that she can’t top Meredith. “Oh, but I already have, pretty boy. I’ve had your wife grinding on my thigh with my fingers further down her throat than your cock has ever been, and she still begs me for more.” She’s so nonchalant about it, standing in her kitchen and looking wistfully over at a spot on the counter where she undoubtedly had fucked Meredith at some point in time, and Derek wants to wipe the smug smirk off her face — decides to fuck her in that same spot instead, tells her it’s a two for one memory.

- Pregnant Addie is an insatiable Addie. Again, I do not make the rules, but they end up getting a nice hotel room and paying Amelia to watch the kids so that they could spend some time away and Addie can be as loud as she pleases.

- Mark asks Addison about her sexuality one night after they have sex, and she feels so fucking vulnerable lying there wrapped in a sheet that she cries. She confesses to him that she was raised to be the perfect straight girl, despite her mother’s own sexuality, and it was hard to break from that mindset. He asks Addison about Meredith and she confesses that Meredith is the calm to her anxiety, her person, and the reason it scares her is because there’s a chance that she could fuck everything up and lose her (and Derek too, in the process).

Okay I have so much more but this is SO LONG so !!!??)$$!!8& come back for another episode of brainrot on main later tonight!!!!

#asks? answered #pls excuse that there’s a ton of addek I’m in my FEELS for them rn #addek #meddison #merder #kinda?#headcanons #meredith x addison #meredith grey #addison montgomery #mark sloan #derek shepherd #the ot4 of my dreams

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tellmethisisnottumblisnextfuckup · 2 years

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I need to know something...do you stan/like zayn? I was a big big zouis fan, their friendship made me really happy, but after how he talked about 1d and specially after what he did to louis (and didnt have the care or decency to repair) i was at first in shock, then forever sad and now im just angry or indifferent i don't want to know anything of zayn.

It hurt me so deeply I feel incredibly protective of louis and I hate that media people and fans think they are in an equal situation where either of them could reach out for the other in order to forgive each other/make amends but it is zayn who was a horrible friend he didn't even care to reach out to louis when jay or fizzy passed away (and no, a public tweet means nothing if only it makes me feel disgusted and uncomfortable i feel it is like the LEAST he's willing to do and hey let everyone see what im doing! I did it! Fuck you. I bet he could easily send a dm or get his phone number from many different people).

I don't know. I can't lie, it makes me feel anger and HURT when I see louies/hardcore louies being fully zayn stans or ignoring what happened or thinking louis is equally to blame when he is absolutely NOT.

Sorry, I just wanted to know where do you stand and make my point because it is deeply personal to me zouis was everything (weed video? twitter was on fire and for me it was the happiest day of my life)

Hi, ah the ever-sensitive topic. I liked him as a person and I think ot5 back in the day was a very well working team for quite some time. His media, PR and any written interview was as much of a clusterfuck as anything 1D. It would be cynical of us to believe everything you read when it’s Zayn but knowing fully well it’s a lie and therefore dismissing when it’s H or L. I think sometimes we forget that Zayn was as much a victim of this disgusting industry as is anyone else.

Re public tweets: people not tweeting doesn’t mean they didn’t call/send card etc. Same for people tweeting: it doesn’t mean that they just left it as it is and didn’t send any card, or called.

Re the friendships: It was enough of me to see ot4’s body language during the interviews and to understand this chapter is closed and they’re not ready to revisit it yet. The timing of his departure affected some plans (he left mid-tour) and there were other plans crushed, so no wonder ot4 hurt.

I don’t stand anywhere right now, I’m almost Switzerland here. Just trying to tell yoy my perspective because this fandom can put too much into printed and social media.

And as for recent events: I’m not supporting any abusive behavior be that physical or mental abuse.

Sorry this answer is a mess but I hope I was able to bring my point across.

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asknarashikari · 3 years

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Minific involving undercover shenanigans by the Riders

Let’s see how much chaos will ensue from this

“I can’t believe you talked me into this...” groaned the unwilling accomplice, squirming in place uncomfortably. “We shouldn’t even be here to begin with...”

“Just relax, he won’t notice us unless we act suspiciously,” said the instigator. “Besides, I doubt he would recognize us in these disguises.”

“For another thing- why do I have to be the girl?! I’m your kouhai, why do I have to be the one to suffer this humiliation?”

“It’s because you’re the kouhai that you have to. Besides, you look good in it!” his companion cajoled.

“Oh c’mon- oh wait, here he comes!”

The pair pushed their chairs closer together, pulling the milkshake they ordered towards them and each taking a long sip from the two straws. To anyone looking- including their target, who just entered the café- they appeared to be one of those sappy couples who indulged in too much PDA, instead of a couple of nosy guys spying on their friend’s date.

From their peripheral vision, they watched their target look around the café, before he spotted something and his expression lit up. He made his way to that table, his smile so wide it nearly split his face in half.

“Rintaro!”

“Touma.” The flabbergasted pair watched with open mouths as the swordsman got up to greet the novelist with a chaste kiss. The author giggled, his cheeks going pink, but allowed the other to seat him.

“What...?” said the accomplice. “I was sure that he was dating that editor of his... oh man, I lost already...”

Not even a moment later, the café door opened with a ding from the bell hanging over it, and the same editor that the unwilling spy had been talking about breezed through. She instantly spotted the two swordsmen at their booth and made a beeline for them, calling out for them. “Toumaaaa! Rintarooooo!”

“Mei!” Both men chuckled as they got up to greet her, but before they could she had glomped them both, kissing them in turn. They both seemed surprised by her sudden embrace, but wrapped an arm around her to return it as they gave each other confused stares.

“Oh my... they’re dating each other...” the kouhai whispered in shock.

“Just one more...” muttered the senpai. “C’mon, let me have this... where’s that lightning swordsman guy...”

The bell over the café entrance tinkled once more, and the very swordsman they were talking about stepped in, looking quite shy and nervous. His eyes flicked around, before they settled at the spot where Mei, Touma and Rintaro were sitting.

“Kento!” He seemed to relax when the other two called out to him, and he went to join them at the table. The two men gave him twin kisses on his cheek, making him smile, before he turned to kiss the editor on her forehead. They all took their seats, blushing and smiling at each other as a server came up to their table with menus in hand.

“Yes! I called it! I freaking called it! OT4 for the win!” whisper-yelled the senpai.

“Alright, alright, you won, Sougo...” groaned Aruto. “Now can we get out of here? I want to get this dress and this wig off me...”

“No, I still need to get a good photo of those guys, to post on the group chat...” Sougo refuted. “I need to rub this in everyone’s faces, hahaha...”

(And it didn’t take very long for Sougo to get the definitive evidence he needed to win the bet- a photo of Touma, smiling like a fool as he got kisses from his trio of lovers all at once.)

#kamen rider saber #kamen rider zero-one #kamen rider zi-o #kamiyama touma #shindo rintaro #sudo mei #fukamiya kento #bookstore ot4 #hiden aruto #tokiwa sougo #ask #askrikkaiandhyotei

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jaynovz · 3 years

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john silver for niche asks, or (if already asked) will graham <3

a song that reminds me of them:

So sooooo many, check out the main Silverflint playlist if you haven’t yet. But right now I’m thinking I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young. The lad is trying his best okay, but he is FUCKED UP.

what they smell like:

Hmmmm, sea salt, coconut hair oil, and grime I bet. Maybe soap or creek water after Madi makes his ass go bathe :P Oh, camphor for his leg.

an OTP:

SilverMadi, SilverFlint, Silverham (honestly I can basically ship him with anyone but those are the top three. and ofc the OT3 of MadiSilverFlint or OT4 of MadiSilverFlintHam)

a NOTP:

Silver/Rogers I suppose b/c I hate Rogers :P

Favorite platonic/familial relationships:

Silver and the Walrus crew that he is Ship Dad of 🥺 (can see him fucking several of them also tho LOL. -shrug-)

The position they sleep in:

Side-sleeper, curled in a ball with his back to a wall, eyes facing the door. He’s a very light sleeper unless squished between his spouses.

A crossover AU I’d love to see them in:

Literally ANYTHING. Lad time Lad time all day everyday. But I’m really hung up on the Medusa Silver and Perseus Flint AU and would love that to exist someday.

My favorite outfit they’ve ever worn:

Such a hard choice, truly. But let’s go with the Bisexual Blue Half Jacket

Thank you for asking :)

#thoughts #john silver #black sails #ask game #piratecaptainraven #my screencaps

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 8 months

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Scared Masterlist

Addicted To Him (ao3) - radioactive_pizza michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: //the one where Michael is a really attractive drug dealer and Luke needs to pick up drugs for his brother

Adrenaline Rush (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/ashton T, 6k

Summary: Michael is deathly afraid of heights and third wheeling his friends’ date at an amusement park. Ashton is the single rider who sits next to him on the roller coaster.

Astraphobia (ao3) - NightlightStories luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Just as a studio session ends, a thunder storm starts. Too bad for Ashton who is secretly really scared of them. But luckily Luke is there to help his friend through it and maybe hear about some other truths that Ashton hadn’t revealed before.

Blanketed (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/ashton T, 400

Summary: “Shh… It’s okay… You’re safe.”

Or, Michael gets stuck in a blanket.

Close Your Eyes and Listen to my Voice (ao3) - koogolplex luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Luke is standing in front of, what he thinks to be, somewhere he definitely shouldn't be. The only reason he is about to enter "Nighthawk Tattoo and Piercings", is because he lost a stupid bet to his two stupid friends. Now, Luke is going to get his lip pierced, completely counter intuitive to his current fears and apprehension.

Or Luke gets his lip pierced by an extremely kind and cute boy, who tries to console and make Luke comfortable through the process.

Fireproof (ao3) - felixandtae michael/calum N/R, 2k

Summary: Michael's hair caught on fire during the London concert and Calum, being his worried boyfriend, becomes more overprotective now than ever.

I'll Keep You Sheltered From the Storm That's Raging On (ao3) - Larrys_Fairy luke/ashton M, 5k

Summary: Ashton's afraid of storms and they're having the biggest storm in history. Luckily his best friend, Luke, is there to make him feel safe. But Luke's helping Ashton for more reasons than he's willing to admit.

I'm no good without you (ao3) - lukeisababe michael/calum N/R, 856

Summary: Michael lifts the covers before he crawls into the bed, cuddling up to Calum, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. He hears his friend sigh quietly before he feels fingers carding through his hair softly and he smiles against Calum's shoulder.

“What's wrong?” Calum whispers into his hair and Michael shrugs, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse to why he's here in the middle of the night.

“Nothing, I was just-” He's cut off by a loud rumble of thunder and he jumps in his friend's arms before he can stop himself.

I'm not leaving you. No, I'm not leaving you. (ao3) - Cashton4506 calum/ashton, michael/luke M, 748

Summary: Ashton and Calum make a mistake one night. What happens when they find out that Ashton is pregnant?

Keep You Sheltered From The Storm (ao3) - GirlTheyCallAllie michael/luke N/R, 638

Summary: Luke is not scared of the thunderstorm that’s raging and Michael surely does not have to comfort him.

not to me. not if it’s you. (ao3) - killingangels michael/calum G, 2k

Summary: 4 times the question “are you scared?” was asked and 1 time it didn’t need to be

Predictions (ao3) - my_healthy_obsessions calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: "You know just like I do, that this will end with you whimpering how you can't watch any further, because it's too scary".

OR Calum insists on a scary movie night, but gets scared halfway through. Ashton is there to comfort him.

right then i realized (you're the love of my life) (ao3) - jbhmalum OT4 T, 5k

Summary: “Ash,” Luke mumbles, half asleep on Michael’s shoulder. It seems the people fighting on the TV screen aren’t enough to keep him up. “Come cuddle. Not the time for a photoshoot.”

“Coming, coming.”

Ashton looks at the picture for a second, before shaking his head and pocketing his phone. The real thing is right there in front of him; it would be a shame not to appreciate it. He can look back at the picture when he’s on his own and feeling lonely. *

or: 5 times ashton takes pictures of his boys and 1 time they insist he needs to be in the picture too

Summer Rain (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke has a fear of thunderstorms. And who better to help him get through a really terrible storm than his boyfriend Ashton?

Thunder & Lightning (ao3) - friendstothis michael/luke T, 413

Summary: Luke doesn't like storms, but he does like Michael.

you never have to room alone again (ao3) - irwin_fairy calum/ashton G, 748

Summary: The boys are all rooming separately and Calum doesn't like it. Ashton comes to cuddle him.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #angst #scared #scared masterlist

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for the meet ugly asks, 18 with the ot4? nsfw, if possible? thanks

Here you go! It is indeed NSFW.

18: we were just introduced at a party by our mutual friend and when my partner comes to join us, you freak out because you were just outside making out with them and you pull me aside to tell me

“Duck! Over here!” Aubrey waves him through the crowd, pointing to the lumberjack lookalike next to her, “this is the guy I was telling you about. Barclay’s an old friend of Dani's and, get this, he and Indrid know each other too. Wait, where is mr. mothman?” Aubrey cranes her neck.

“He had to work a late shift, but he says hi. Literally” He fumbles his phone, “fuck, sorry, first thing to go when I’ve been drinkin is my coordination.” He eventually triumphs, showing them the photo of Indrid, silver hair tied back and Void the Rat perched on the sleeve of his ‘Waffle House’ shirt. The sticker on the photo says “Hi!”

“Aww” Barclay’s voice is the epitome of gentle giant, “he always wanted a rat. I’m glad he got one.”

“Whelp, now that I got you two talking, I’m gonna go spend some ‘quality time’ with my girlfriend.”

“Just don't get caught makin’ out in a closet again.” Duck calls. Aubrey flips him off with a smile.

“So how did you and Indrid--oh, there you are babe. Thought you mighta snuck out to take a work call.”

“No, just had to de-escalate a shoving match on the back porch. I know you love Jake, but maybe next time we should just have him over rather than coming to the kind of party we outgrew in undergrad. I’m discovering I don’t enjoy being under the influence in this kind of cramped party anymore."

“Yeah, not really loving the noise. I lose my voice enough in the kitchen. Duck, this is my boyfriend, Joseph. Joseph, this is Duck, he’s a friend of Dani and Aubrey’s.”

Duck crunches his cup as his mind takes a violent spin an hour into the past.

He’d been out on the side deck getting some air and sipping his beer when a guy who looks like he walked in from the set of some splashy T.V show where everyone is hot joined him. His lips looked damn good whenever he sipped his beer and Duck did his best to turn on the southern charm. It was sort of working, until he complimented the guys button up; it was covered in drawings of cryptids--including mothman, Indrid’s favorite--and fit him in the way that made Duck want to rip the buttons off with his teeth. As soon as he demonstrated his enjoyment of listening to a hot guy talk about monsters, the taller man moved gradually closer, bumping shoulders and locking eyes with growing boldness. When Duck said the song booming out of the house was his go-to for putting the moves on someone, the other man asked to see his technique.

They spent the next three songs in the darkest corner of the porch, Duck’s back pressing into metal slats as his new friend wove his fingers into his hair and teased their tongues together with an experts touch.

When Duck breathlessly asked if he wanted to go somewhere more private, he murmured, “Only after we’ve had a chance to talk about some things.”

Then his phone buzzed and he was gone, leaving Duck horny and tipsy under the stars.

Back in the present, he does everything possible to keep from meeting Joseph’s eyes as he mumbles, “I, uh, I, I need some help with somethin in the kitchen? Fuck, yeah, kitchen, Barclay can you come help?”

“Sure. Be right back, babe.”

The kitchen is packed with people doing ill-advised things with drinks, so Duck keeps Barclay in the hall as he whispers, “Man, I, I’m so fuckin sorry but I gotta say somethin’. Joe and I, we, uh, we already met.”

“Makes sense, he’s been in town a year. I just got here.”

“That ain’t the kind of meetin I mean. We got a little, uh, friendly on the porch tonight.”

Barclay gives an “ah” of understanding. Then he chuckles, “thought he looked a little ruffled when he passed me earlier.”

“I’m real fuckin sorry, I didn’t know. ‘Drid and I got an, an agreement, but I shoulda checked to see if he was datin someone.”

“That would have been smart.” Joe appears at Barclay’s shoulder, “but that’s why I said we needed to talk before we did anything else.” He strokes Barclay’s beard, “you and Indrid aren’t the only ones with an open relationship of sorts.”

“Ohthankfuck.” Duck slumps against the wall.

“While I was making sure no one made a punch that could give them alcohol poisoning, you were getting hot and heavy? That’s not fair, babe.” Barclay teases.

“I’ll make it up to you, big guy. Are you safe to drive?”

“Gonna give it another half-hour, just to be safe. You need a ride home, Duck?”

“Uh, sure, that’d be great.”

Soon, he’s bundled in the back of a Subaru, Joe sitting beside him while Barclay navigates through Saturday night traffic. They luck out; the game ran long, so they’re not fighting the throng coming out of the football stadium. When they reach his apartment, Joe stops him and hands Duck his phone. Duck didn’t even feel him take it in the first place. As he waves goodnight, he spots a new number sitting in his contacts and smiles.

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“...the point is, it amuses me that Joseph shares my taste in me.” Indrid sips his white chocolate mocha, then yawns wide enough for Barclay to spot his tongue piercing, “apologies, I didn’t get to bed until three.”

“Jesus, man, gonna tell Duck to start knocking you out.”

“I was working on commissions.”

Barclay gives him a disbelieving look.

“....I was working on commissions until midnight. Then I spent three hours watching videos on the finer points of home entomology.”

“There it is. You can’t fool me, I remember what you were like at sleepovers.”

“It was very important to read every single Eyewitness book your parents generously bought you.” Indrid takes another sip with an imperious tilt of his head.

Barclay bumps his unoccupied hand, “It’s so fucking nice to see you again.”

Indrid looks at him over his glasses, brown eyes as beautiful as they were when he was sixteen, “Likewise. Oh!” He perks up, “do you know what this means? We can have a double-date! I’ve always wanted to try that.”

“Sure Joseph will be into it; he has a spreadsheet of optimal date locations. Bet he’ll have fun making one for double-dates.”

“That is...exceptionally geeky.”

Barclay sends a love-struck smile into his coffee cup, “Yeah, he is.”

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Joe is more diabolical than Duck gave him credit for. And he thought he was pretty fucking cunning after he suggest seeing the local hockey team; the chilly arena gave Indrid and excuse to cuddle up to anyone who held still for too long and gave Joe plenty of opportunities to make double entendres about sticks in Duck’s ear.

But a night out at “Woofs” AKA the kind of gay bar where Duck and Barclay get hit on constantly is a whole new level of torment. Especially because Indrid hangs off Duck proudly (when he’s not teasing Barclay for the number of free drinks he’s getting) and Joseph even asks him to dance. When he peeks over the taller man’s shoulder, he sees Barclay resting his hand on Indrid’s arm while whispering something that makes him grin.

Dancing really is the most fitting thing he could be doing, because it’s what all four of them have chosen to do about this; dance around the fact that Indrid and Barclay dated, dance around the fact Joe and Duck kissed, danced around the fact that they’re more or less acting like a polycule already.

“Oh no.” Joe mutters, eyes on the door, “things are about to get loud.”

Duck’s about to point out that the club is already loud when he’s pulled out of the path of not one, but two bachelorette parties. They opt to stay, although Barclay gets hit on by someone who doesn’t believe he’s gay. Joe takes him onto the floor for a slow dance while Duck steps into the bathroom. When he comes out, his boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

“You guys seen ‘Drid?”

Joe shakes his head, all three of them already moving for the door. They find Indrid across the street on a bench, hunched over and tapping on his knees.

“‘Drid?” Duck sits gently beside him, “you get overwhelmed?”

Indrid nods.

“You wanna head home?”

Another nod. Duck suspects the overstimulation spiked without warning, which usually means…

“You need to be nonverbal for a bit?”

This time Indrid looks at him when he nods, then cringes when he sees Joe and Barclay are watching.

“Our place is closer.” Joe offers, copying Duck’s tone, “we can all bus back there so you can be somewhere quiet. Or, um, if you need it to just be you two, that’s fine too.”

Indrid holds up a finger, indicating option one. Duck helps him up and let’s him stay hidden against his shoulder while they wait for the bus.

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This used to terrify Barclay. He and Indrid would be hanging out, would be stealthily holding hands in the top row of the football stadium, and his boyfriend would shut down. Barclay, sensing distress, would try to figure out what was wrong, would start to panic when Indrid couldn’t communicate the things happening in his mind and body. They had more than one fight where his attempts to help only made Indrid more overstimulated to the point he snapped at him to fuck off (and, on one occasion, hissed at him).

They worked it out eventually, Barclay keeping a mental list of things that soothed his friend. Watching Duck do some of them, how calm and loving he was, makes something complex bloom in his chest, as vibrant and beautiful as the Dahlias Duck brought them from the garden (“weather’s been so fuckin weird things are bloomin when they shouldn’t”).

When they make it home, Duck stops in the living room and looks between Indrid and Barclay for a moment. Then he murmurs, “‘Drid, you want Barclay to keep you company for a bit?”

Indrid smiles and nods, takes Barclay’s hand and follows him to the bedroom. He lets his memories drive, keeps the light off, arranges his body so Indrid can relax against him, and pets his hair with slow, light motions. His friend hums, meaning he’s on the right track. As he strokes his head he notices the black roots peeking through the silver; it was jarring to see Indrid with pale hair when all his memories were of dark locks of it falling over his face or catching on Barclays hands.

He looks good with the silver. More like himself.

Metal pokes his chest. He takes the glasses Indrid hands him, sets them on Joseph’s stack of library books, then gives a startled, “nnfph” as his friend pulls Barclay on top of him.

“Like the weight” Indrid mumbles, wrapping his arms around him. The longer they lay there, the easier it is to overhear the conversation in the other room.

“I feel awful, if I’d known I’d have never recommended we go somewhere like a loud bar.”

“S’okay, Joe. ‘Drid is still a little wary of tellin people that’s something he has to consider when goin’ out; Dani and them get it, but other folks think he’s bein’ a buzzkill.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“You’re tellin me. Besides, sometimes it comes up so fast, or happens in places he ain’t anticipatin it. He’ll be okay, especially with Barclay takin’ care of him.”

A pause, then, “Do you need someone to, um, take care of you?”

“Joe-”

“It’s alright if the answer is no. But part of my plan was to get everyone in a, um, bit of a frisky mood.”

A snicker, “Frisky?”

“I was trying not to be too crude.”

“Joe, you know how I feel about you. But we gotta check with the others to be sure everythin is on the level.”

“Tell them to come in.” Indrid whispers, a smile plain in his voice.

“Uh, babe? Could you and Duck come in here a sec?”

“Everythin oka--ffft” Duck snorts a laugh, “guess he improvised not havin a weighted blanket.”

“That I did.”

Duck bursts into a grin, hurrying to settle on the bed near Indrid’s head, “Hey, sugar. How you feelin’?”

“Much better. It helps that this one is very soothing.” He toys with Barclay’s hair, sending goosebumps up his arms, “though it seems he had a slighty different reaction to our contact.”

Barclay was so distracted by the conversation that he hadn’t realized his cock was hardening along the familiar warmth of Indrid’s thigh whenever one of them shifted.

“Fuck, Indrid, I’m sorry-”

“It’s alright. In fact, it is rather relevant to what you two were discussing in the hall. Am I correct that we all wish to be in some form of polyamorous relationship with each other?”

“Yes” say two voices along with his own.

“Wonderful. I suggest we hash out details later. Right now, it seems you two have, ah, unfinished business.”

“Fuckin finallyAH” Duck cackles as Joseph knocks him backwards, kissing him frantically while yanking up his shirt. As soon as his belly is exposed Joseph begins pawing and groping from there up his sides. Indrid nudges Barclay so they can sit up, allowing the other two more room to disrobe. Or, more accurately, for Joseph to disrobe both himself and Duck, since the shorter man is having trouble moving his limbs between bursts of laughter and moaning.

Joseph crawls backwards, shoving Duck’s legs apart and groping his thighs, “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these since the party. Lord almighty did you look good in those jeans.” He kisses his way up the left thigh, moaning and mouthing at the skin. His posture puts his perfect ass in the air, which happens to be one of Barclay’s favorite views in the whole world. He unzips his pants, fights to get his cock out as Indrid begins offering commentary from beside him.

“Mmmm, were I not still rather exhausted, I’d make him do that to us both.”

Joseph raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t move his mouth from where it’s teasing Duck’s inner thigh.

“Know you would.” He reaches down to play with Joseph’s hair, “‘Drid’s got a whole fantasy where you blow him while I sit on his face.”

“Funny” Barclay’s voice is turning rough with desire,“he’s got one where he takes all three of us at once.”

Joseph’s face lacks any trace of self-consciousness, a rare thing for him, which means this whole arrangement is fucking brilliant. He simply nods, then takes Duck’s dick into his mouth.

“JEsus, fuck, Joe, ohfuckyeah.” Duck holds Joseph’s head encouragingly, “shoulda known you’d be good at this, you’re so fuckin good at everythin, fuck, fuck.”

Barclay grips his cock, trying to stroke in time with movements of Joseph’s head. Slender fingers carefully push his aside as Indrid purrs, “allow me.”

“You, you don’t have to, you said you were tired-”

“Not too tired for this” he strokes up more firmly, then brushes their lips together, “or this.”

It’s like tasting Hershey Chocolate or Marionberry Pie, transporting him back to their shitty hometown in Eastern Oregon, to summer heat on his skin and basement air in his nose as Indrid proved that yes, kissing boys was what he wanted to do.

Indrid’s certainly gotten better at it since then. Barclay likes to think he has, hopes the other man is feeling even half the things currently piling up in Barclay’s chest.

“Oh.” Indrid sighs as he pulls back, “that’s even better than I remember.”

A particularly loud moan from Joseph, underscored by Duck cursing happily, brings them back to the present.

Barclay moans as Indrid’s hand moves more deliberately.

“Do you remember the first time we did this?”

“Uh huh, c-couch, in that, fuck, that basement rec room at my house.”

“You came so fast.”

“Can’t really blame me.”

“Given the sounds he’s making, he might do the same thing now.” Joseph smiles at them from over Duck’s knee, “that’s one of the best things about you. You’re so sensitive, big guy.”

Barclay whines his name. His boyfriend winks, then dives back down to render Duck speechless.

“You really are” Indrid nips his ear, “remember when we, ah, lost it to each other?”

“Mmmhmm” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut as if that might make all this last longer. Joseph echoes the noise, making Duck groan.

“Just picture it, Joseph” Indrid is getting into it now, panting and pink-cheeked, “Barclay, eighteen and even shyer than he is now, in my lap, begging me to fuck him.”

‘I, I wasn’t the only one begging.” He grins.

“Of course not. I was desperate to get to it because just seeing you naked had me certain I was going to--one moment” he releases Barclay’s cock, ignoring his whimper to clamber into a position that allows him to kiss Duck as the shorter man grinds into Joseph’s mouth. He doesn’t pull back until Duck’s hips slow and Joseph is busy wiping his lips.

“I can never resist kissing you while you cum.”

“Fuck I love you.” Duck cups Indrid’s cheek. The silver haired man rubs against his palm a moment, then retreats. Duck growls at Joseph, “as for you, you got ten seconds to open your legs so I can show you a good time.”

“So thoughtful” Indrid pecks his cheek, returns to Barclay, “now, where was I…”

“Shy, AHshit, fuckingchristthat’s good.” Joseph’s legs sprawl open as Duck finger-fucks him, sitting on his side to kiss him without obstructing Barclay’s view.

“Ah yes.” He kisses Barclays neck, hand teasing the head of his cock, “you insisted on bottoming because you were so scared you might hurt me. I can still see it, you on your hands and knees, asking me to take you--those were your exact words--then whimpering when I finally got my cock in.”

“Fuck” Joseph is clearly enjoying the story; if Barclay had known he was into this, he would have made all his exes record voicemails describing their exploits.

“If memory serves I came very fast, because you were so much tighter than I expected and you, you felt so good. I used my hands to get you off-”

“Uh huh, fuck, you hadn’t pulled out yet and it was so fucking good, fuck, Indrid-”

“You made such cute noises when you came” a slow, deep kiss as heat floods him, “I wonder if you’ll do the same now.”

“Probably” is all he grunts out before he’s cumming hard enough that most of it hits Joseph’s stomach rather than Indrid’s fingers. His head lolls as his cock pulses, and beneath his own heartbeat he picks up Duck ordering Joseph to be good and cum for him. After a moment, there’s the distinct moan his boyfriend makes during his climax. It’s followed, confusingly, by weak laughter. His eyes flutter open to see Indrid licking his cum off Joseph’s chest, which happens to be ticklish.

He scoots over to join them, Joseph kissing him sleepily the instant he’s close enough.

“You sure you don’t need to cum, sugar?”

“I’m only half-hard, and I know I’m too tired to make it the rest of the way. Not that this wasn’t supremely satisfying. But you each owe me an orgasm sometime in the future.”

“All in favor of blowin ‘Drids mind tomorrow mornin’”

He and the other two raise their hands in sync. Then the four of them collapse, laughing, in each others arms.

#meet ugly #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #indruck #sternclay #inclay #autistic Indrid #trans duck newton #trans agent stern #reader request #duck newton/agent stern

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billionaire-prince · 2 years

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Hi! New to bigbang fandom, I missed the bs scandal, and I want to know who to follow so: 1. ot4 vs ot5. 2. Should Seungri be back or even never leave. 3. Thoughts on fans that think exactly the oposite of you? 4.How long have you been a fan? 5. How did you live the scandal. What were your thoughts and how did it made you feel as a fan?

Hi! Firstly, welcome to the fandom! I hope you have a good time.

Well, I'll try to be a good source of info, but I went through a huge hiatus so I might've forgotten a few things.

1. It depends on the way of handling the scandal, I think. I have seen ot5 blogs run by very nice, respectful people, but I personally don't follow any ot5 blogs at the time, so it also depends on the content you wanna see on your dash. Example: I don't really like seeing Seungri's face while I'm trying to relax, but I know maybe someone else wouldn't care. In conclusion: It depends on what you like, what content you wanna see, and what are your boundaries. I know the scandal was/is... a lot, and a lot of sensible things happened, but I don't think I have the right to control someone else's content. So, choose freely!

Edit to recommend some amazing and informative ot4 blogs:

@chanel-prince

@skrrrt

@pinkflowerroad

@choi-seunghyunie

I probably forgot A LOT.

2. This is my personal opinion, but I don't think Seungri should come back to the group. Or to the spotlight for that matter. It's the minimum he can do. I know the scandal is complicated, there was some fake info going around, but it was enough to taint his image and taint his coworkers' as collateral damage. He committed illegal actions, but also broke the group's trust and I don't think you can mend that.

3. I respect everyone's opinions, even if I don't exactly understand/share them! (Obviously, unless if they are born from hatred, etc). I don't like Seungri, I think he's a bad person that doesn't learn from his mistakes. I'm OT4, but I'm not gonna attack someone from thinking differently.

Of course, I don't quite like those fans that spam ot4's posts with petitions to bring Seungri back, or to claim his innocence or whatever. It's about respecting boundaries and something I bet was actually traumatic for the rest of BB. Ah, this is what I meant when I said it depends on the way someone handles the scandal in the first answer.

3. Ooh, I don't have a good memory so this is tough lmao, but I think since 2016? So since MADE, actually. I remember I was in my last high school year, thinking about uni and having a rough time, and some classmate showed me bang×3 MV. And I liked it. And everything started from there.

It's funny that I started being a VIP while I was in my first year of uni and BB came back while I'm finishing my degree.

4. It was... tough. I lived through Seunghyun's scandal and I remember looking for updates EVERYDAY. When the terrible happened, I was in class and my best friend told me through whatsapp. It broke my heart. And then the other scandal happened. I lost some friends that I made here, I kept my distance because everything stressed me so much, and I didn't listen to BB's music as often, but I still hoped that they made it through that hell. I still considered myself a VIP, but I decided to take some time from the fandom and the group, so that's why I went through a long hiatus (and also because of uni).

And then Still Life was announced, and I remembered why I liked BB in the first time: they made me happy. They still do. Whatever they choose for their future, they'll always make me happy.

So... that's what I can answer for now. It's cold here in Chile and my fingers hurt lmao. I hope I helped you a little! And again, Welcome!! 💓

#this was the longest answer I have ever written haha #but it was interesting #didn't want to go deeper about the scandal for reasons... but i know its something that cant be ignored #anon #also sorry for any mistakes my english is rusty

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twsty-lav · 3 years

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floyd goes from wanting to squeeze oc in anger to wanting to squeeze oc because he’s been missing him all day and requires his daily hugs ):

jade and azul join the dog pile eventually and ot4 goes to sleep as a pile, each of the octavinelle trio has to be holding maris in some way

toxic? they don’t care they are HUGGING him to sleep get ready for squeezes all night

ONE OF THEM WILL NOT WAKE UP SDLKFSDFKLJ probably floyd lbr. he is Dead Dead he got mcPoisoned...

As easily flirtatious as Maris is, he’s always very careful about actual skin-to-skin contact so unfortunately a dog pile will simply not happen, no matter any circumstance... move over Vil the new roi’de poison is in town.

. Honestly, bet that Maris just showed up to Pomefiore one day and was like “can i unofficially fight for the dorm leader position uwu” just to test how his poison stood up against the Pomme boys’ 🤡

Vil beat him ofc, but he actually got impressively far for someone who just straight up handed them spit in a bottle 😔

Pomefiore student A: how did you make this poison jesus christ

Maris: oh no it’s all natural

Pomefiore student A: what

Maris: what?

#twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #maris mortox #octavinelle #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #pomefiore student a #floyd leech #and the day he died

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greyskyflowers · 3 years

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Haikyuu: Poly? Not poly? No one knows.

Relationships where two couples aren't together but sort of are is a wonderful concept and doesn't get enough fics. The ones that have you wondering the whole fic if it's going to end with them together, or still separate couples or just wondering what the fuck kind of agreement they have going on.

For example: there's a doujinshi (I'll have to find it because it's beautiful) where Bokuto/Akaashi and Kuroo/Tsukki end up getting funky right next to each other but don't actually really do anything with each other. Akaashi and Tsukki bend those rules a little but are quickly tugged back into their partner's arms. The best part of that story is the end though because Bokuto and Kuroo come back to Tsukki and Akaashi fooling around and they're pouting because they weren't suppose to do that when they weren't home to watch or participate.

It's just fabulous because are they together? Are they just friends? Do Tsukki and Akaashi at least sort of have something going on? Who the fuck knows. All I know is it's hot and hilarious.

One that note..

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa gets doodled by Iwaizumi in the locker room and Makki and Mattsun find them. And like, why wouldn't they take this chance to tease them? To prowl around them like hyenas and urge Iwaizumi to really give it to Oikawa. Bet you can make him cry. Bet he cant come 4 times. Always knew he was a bottom. Thought you'd be better at this Iwaizumi, he's not even begging yet, etc.

They just give off that slightly sadistic vibe that I could easily see messing with Oikawa's brat but very strong desire to please attitude and Iwaizumi and his whole big, tough top thing he's got going on.

But also, I feel like Oikawa would be embarrassed as hell. Flushing a pretty scarlet color that makes Makki and Mattsun coo at him while Iwaizumi huffs and tries to cover Oikawa more with his body because he doesn't like when their teasing boarders on mean and he knows Oikawa is super vulnerable right now.

At the end of the day though, they're all friends and sure Makki and Mattsun like to poke at the other two, hovering at the line between far enough to get a good reaction and genuinely causing problem by pushing too far.

They're thrilled for Oikawa and Iwaizumi though. They like hanging out with them and they're friends as much as they are teammates.

If Iwaizumi and Oikawa get a little frisky at a movie night, nipping at each other between kisses and hands starting to roam, Makki and Mattsun would 100% pause the movie and settle in to watch.

Occasionally throwing popcorn and demanding they play 70s porn music between enjoying the show.

OT4

Here we have just a bro helping out a bro. Bromatic. I bro-lieve in you. Brokuto being a bro. I love all the bro stuff about Kuroo and Bokuto.

Let's say Bokuto and Akaashi come home to accidentally see Kuroo getting busy with Tsukki. Maybe Bokuto barged into their room to tell them a story and Akaashi trailing behind him only to blink at Kuroo's annoyed look and Tsukki's flustered face.

There are two ways this could go.

One: Bokuto isn't fazed at all, he's happy his bro is in love and getting some, and sits down to tell his story and just gestures for them to continue when they look at him like he's crazy. Akaashi slamming his head into the wall behind him, Kuroo just saying fuck it and keeps going, Tsukki pouting and shooting looks at the two new additions every few minutes, while Bokuto rambles on completely oblivious. I just like the idea of Akaashi interrupting them to point out that Tsukki reacts really nicely to this one thing Kuroo does. And Kuroo knew that, okay? He knows his boyfriend and what he likes but maybe he didn't realize Tsukki likes this one thing so much until he does it again slower and really watches.

Or Two: they could stop there, because Kuroo actually wants to hear Bokuto's story, sorry Tsukki. Later when they're all watching a movie to settle down for the night or just relaxing, Bokuto nudges Kuroo and tells him he feels bad for interrupting his bro getting some. Cause like, what kind of bro would Bokuto be if he wouldn't try to help Kuroo get laid? Grabbing Tsukki and pinning him down in Kuroo's lap, both of them looking startled at each other. Bokuto immediately going off about how hot and great Kuroo is, because he's got to back his bro up, trying to convince them to continue so he doesn't feel bad. Akaashi being his mischievous self saying that they could always pick it back up and somehow they manage to rope Tsukki into agreeing.

A/b/o dynamic

Maybe it's a pack thing and it just helps when they know that the omega is being taken care of. Watching the omega be throughly marked, claimed, scented, pleased, etc. It soothes something in them. Maybe the Black Jackals are a pack and it's just normal to be super open. Each omega has one main alpha that they're bonded with but they have strong bonds with the whole pack. So Atsumu always takes time to cuddle up or nose at someone's scent glands, pleased scent in the air and just enjoying the attention. Especially after a good game where everyone hugs him and tells him how good he was. How proud they were to have one of the best players.

Finally making his way back to Sakusa's side only to be pinned down and throughly scented to smell the most like Sakusa and then pack. The scenting easily going further and it's all just right there because pack doesn't feel shame or embarrassment. It's comforting to see how strong pack ties are when couples mate, and a private, very deep, primal part of them whispers about pup and is thrilled at the thought of expanding the pack.

Kind of a look how good our alpha is at taking care of our omega kind of thing.

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