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incorrect-the-foxhole-court · 4 years

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Northern Road Trip

This is my piece for the AFTG Gift exchange! I went for Andriel coz im a complete Andriel junkie, but i couldnt resist a little Renison on the side XD

This is for @andthenthefirenationattacked - I hope you like it! I’m sorry it’s not very good but I tried! (And if you wanna talk or fangirl about aftg at any point, i’m definitely around for that!)

Neil couldn’t remember a time he had felt this safe. Which, he had to admit, made no sense considering his current situation. Despite having family in England, an uncle who had once saved his life, the UK had never been a place that had screamed safety. And yet, here he was, standing in the middle of an endless stretch of rolling green hills that looked like they had been taken from one of Matt’s fantasy novels, and he felt…safe. It was as much a disquieting feeling as hope had once been.

The sky was a bright, forget-me-not blue that, after only five days in the country, he already knew was a rare blessing. Fluffy white clouds scudded across the sky, and the relief that they weren’t even a little grey had been unexpectedly strong when they had woken up this morning. Two cars idled behind him, the engines rumbling softly, and those inside were already betting on the upcoming games outcome and snacking on junk food that Kevin had already tried to throw out four times over.

Neil sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cold air settle in his lungs like shards of ice. Beautiful, this country, but cold. And wet. This was the first day they had been there that it hadn’t rained.

He could hear his old team behind him, laughing and joking, teasing Andrew for their stopping. It hadn’t been Andrew that had wanted to stop, but the goalie knew Neil too well now – had feigned car sickness to cover Neil’s need to see something. To see something other than exy courts and press rooms from the place his mother had come from. The woman had been cold and cruel and protective and beautiful, and standing there now, in the place she had always talked about, in Rivington, he could understand. The people he had met from around here felt like they had been born from the place itself. He could almost feel his mother in the wind’s cold fingers as it raked through his hair and cut straight through his winter coat to chill the blood in his veins.

“Neil! Come on! Andrew says he’s okay to keep going now,” Matt shouted, a grin on his face that was far too smug and pleased to merely be teasing.

Dan smacked him in the ribs as she disappeared around the other side of their hire car and slid into the driver’s seat. And then smacked the wheel in frustration, got out and went round to the passenger side door, grumbling about stupid English cars. Neil tuned out Matt and Allison’s teasing, both of them needling Dan about still not being used to which side of the car to get in, and turned to the other car. Renee smiled at Andrew before going to join the others.

Neil slid into the backseat next to Andrew, Aaron on the goalie’s other side, Kevin up front and Nicky driving. Within thirty minutes of driving, Andrew was asleep, head tipped back against the back of the seat – Neil wasn’t surprised, Andrew had barely slept since the flight, as though he was more scared than Neil that some relative would show up at their hotel. It wasn’t a secret they were in the UK; the whole world had known this is where they would be. The press had been covering the US exy team’s trip to the UK in excruciating detail for weeks. They had already had their games in Glasgow and London, and tomorrow, the last game of Us vs. UK, would take place in Manchester. London had been an easy win for the US Court, Andrew had barely bothered to try. Glasgow had been significantly more difficult. It had taken bribing Andrew to lock down the goal for them to come close to winning – even then it hadn’t been enough; they’d lost by two points.

Tomorrow’s game would decide who would face the Chinese team. And the old team from Palmetto State had come out to show their support as Kevin, Andrew and Neil, played their last UK game of the season, fighting to advance closer to the title of ‘Exy International Champions’. Kevin had been training and planning nonstop. It had taken Andrew’s knives to convince him to have this day off.

“Erm…Neil…?” Nicky asked, voice tight. Neil dragged his eyes away from staring out the window as the North sped by, and met Nicky’s worried eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Satnav is freaking out.”

“Get Andrew to fix it,” Aaron grunted, “he’s the tech wonder boy.”

“Waking Andrew up in a car has never been a good idea,” Nicky warned, no doubt thinking of that time all those years ago.

Neil could feel Aaron’s smirk as the man reached over and tapped his twin on the shoulder closest to Neil. From habit, Neil’s hand was out waiting as Andrew jolted from sleep, one hand instinctively reaching out. Their fingers twined together and held on tight. No elbow in the stomach, no fists flying, not anymore – they had been sleeping in the same bed now for nearly two years; Andrew was too used to being woken by Neil’s nightmares to react violently. Now it was a grasping hand and white knuckled grip, each proving to the other that they are here – that they are safe. On Andrew’s other side, Aaron huffed in frustration and turned his attention back to the steady stream of messages between him and Katelyn.

“Satnav isn’t working properly,” Neil explained quietly, and Andrew shook off his grip, leaning forward to take it from Kevin.

“Going old school,” Nicky muttered to himself. “Gonna have to use these damn stupid road signs.”

Neil didn’t bother to watch what Andrew was doing to fix the machine – he had learnt a long time ago that when Andrew couldn’t sleep, he and one of the cats curled up on the sofa with an instruction manual of some sort. Andrew couldn’t sleep most nights. By this point, Andrew’s eidetic memory had given him the ability to fix almost anything technological.

It took them another hour and a half to reach the Lake District. They were aiming for a shop that the Northern players on the UK team hadn’t stopped raving about since the team meets had started. By the time they finally arrived, it was raining again.

They parked in a garden centre opposite a tiny little place called ‘The Grasmere Gingerbread Shop’ and stared out through rain-streaked windows. Nicky’s phone started ringing. He took the sat nav out of its holder, tossed it onto Kevin’s lap before balancing his phone in the slot instead. Allison’s face appeared on the screen, and then the rest of the others.

“So, how do we decide who goes out into the rain to get the damn gingerbread we drove for two hours to come and try?” Allison asked and Renee, in the driver’s seat beside her, tucked a few stray blonde curls behind her ear, dragging a smile from the otherwise annoyed face.

“Flip for it?” Nicky suggested.

Matt lost to Renee. Dan lost to Matt. Allison rolled her eyes and picked at a perfectly manicured nail, but called heads when she went up against Dan, only to lose. Storm clouds gathered on her face as she waited for the other car to decide who would flip against her.

Aaron called heads, Allison, tails. Aaron won.

Neil hadn’t heard swearing like that for a long time. He couldn’t help but smile. He had missed them all. He loved being on Court and he loved his team and exy, and playing with Andrew and Kevin, but he had missed being a fox.

Renee went with Allison, smiling as the blonde tried and failed to hide under the trees from the rain. Neil could hear through the cracked window Andrew was smoking through as Allison cursed everyone and everything for her having forgotten an umbrella. Renee just laughed and tugged her in for a kiss. Neil smiled again; it had taken them a long time to realise just how meant for each other they were – but now? Together? They were a sight for sore eyes.

Andrew blew another cloud of smoke past Neil’s face. He couldn’t help the deep inhale as the smoke curled past his nose. Andrew watched, utterly unimpressed – but Neil could read the affection in the stare. Smoke was no longer the reminder of his mother, of the fire, of how it had smelled when her body had burned. Now it was Andrew, it was nights on the roof, the bite of his key in his palm, the feel of a thundering heartbeat beneath his fingertips. Andrew’s knee nudged his, and Neil smiled again.

Allison and Renee got back in the car behind and they drove to Windemere, where they had booked out all the rooms in a little bed and breakfast. The man at the desk was the most English person Neil had ever met. He was the embodiment of every single English stereotype, and Neil couldn’t get away fast enough.

Their rooms were all on the second floor, Dan and Matt disappeared into one room, Allison and Renee into another, Aaron claimed his own room, as did Kevin and Nicky. Nicky was already face timing with Eric before his bedroom door closed. And despite Allison’s usual warning of ‘keep it down’, there were delighted giggles and moans coming from her and Renee’s room.

Neil shook his head, smiling, and followed after Andrew into their room. Andrew was already lighting up next to the window, so Neil dropped the bag by the bottom of the bed and slumped onto the mattress, stripping off his black armbands and dumping them over the edge. He heard Andrew shut the window and the bed dip as he settled nearby. Neil reached a hand up, and Andrew’s fingertips trailed over his bare arms, dipping over every scar and mark.

Neil closed his eyes, even now, years later, most touches on those scars brought back the car lighter, the knife, his father’s axe…

But then Andrew’s lips began tracing every raised bump, slowly washing away the memories one by one, until there was nothing left but the two of them, Andrew’s hands under Neil’s shirt, Andrew’s lips pressed hard to Neil’s, and Neil’s fingers tight in Andrew’s hair.

He didn’t realise how much he needed it until Andrew tugged his t-shirt over his head and slowly but steadily began taking him apart. Neil couldn’t stop the moan that Andrew dragged from deep in his throat as Andrew pushed him harder and faster until Neil’s breathing became ragged and Andrew leaned up to press their lips together as though he could swallow Neil’s hard groans when he fell over the edge. He lay limp and sweating, breathing hard, with Andrew beside him, the man’s expression open and soft in a way he had only seen four times so far.

Neil reached out, “Yes or no?”

Andrew didn’t reply, just pressed his cheek into Neil’s palm and closed his eyes as Neil’s fingers played with the tiny hairs at the nape of Andrew’s neck. He wanted to say something, anything to remind Andrew just how amazing he was – how he always knew what Neil needed, usually before Neil knew himself, how even though Neil had long since learned to stand alone, it felt safe knowing that Andrew was there for him if he needed to lean on someone. But he didn’t have the words.

And he didn’t find them fast enough before Nicky pounded on the bedroom door.

“Come on, lovebirds, Allison ruined her hair to get this gingerbread, and Aaron and I went out for alcohol, come and have a drink and a snack like the old days. But put clothes on first!”

Andrew growled under his breath, but Neil smiled.

“When will he leave me alone?” Andrew said, shaking out his hand and pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“He’s been in Germany with Eric for ten months. He can’t leave you any more alone.”

Andrew just stood and stared down at him a moment. “Come on junkie. Let’s go.”

Neil stood and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up, before he joined Andrew at the now open door to the bedroom, stood in front of a very irate Kevin.

“We have a game tomorrow. Tomorrow. And they want us to drink and eat and party. Why did they come at all, they’re not playing,” Kevin said, face set; cold and hard.

“Tomorrow will be fine. We’ll win or we’ll lose, but it’ll be fine. Let’s go, it could be fun,” Neil said, shrugging. He’d never felt as safe as he was in that moment and he’d never seen Andrew as relaxed – that was all he needed. All he wanted.

They should take road trips more often.

“Three hundred and seventy-four percent,” Andrew murmured.

Neil didn’t bother to stop the smirk on his face.

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That’s it! Again, I hope you liked it and I hope it was a good enough gift for you in the exchange! Have a wonderful day!

#aftg #aftg gift exchange #andrew #neil #andriel #the foxes #little sprinkles of renison #coz they too cute #road trip in the uk #in the north of course #in my two favourite places #hell i hope you liked this #i tried to write them #they were REAL hard to write #heres hoping i did the wonderful foxes justice #damn i wish they were real #and that i was a fox #XD

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desirevu · 5 years

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Imagine BTS: having a wet dream about you (nsfw)

— first one! skcksk im kinda exicted about this!! i think i’m going to slowly go into actual smut scene so i think this is a beautiful way to start ! some of them are different lengths but i think the concept makes up for it. ALL I WRITE IS CONSENSUAL. TALK TO YOUR PARTNER BEFORE TOUCHING THEM IN THEIR SLEEP THANK U! <3 enjoy it sinners

Kim Namjoon: ☆*:.｡.

when namjoon sleeps over because that’s what friends do, just friends. namjoon warmly smiled at you, trying to keep the desire to a minimum. the day was great and every time he spends the day with you, he knows exactly why he fell in love with you. he didn’t want you just for your body, that was just a side piece but he wouldn’t decline a quick fuck if you asked.

when night arose, namjoon was confident feeling the sweatpants against his skin. there was not one single thought about you in a desirable manner just yet. you two slept on the same bed and sharing a blanket.

the dream happened and namjoon was in on his fours his arms tied together. he looked behind him to see you, your hands on both of his ass. namjoon breath hitches desperate for you to rim him. feeling the silk against his wrists makes him way harder spilling a bit of precum on the bed.

“p-please y/n just touch me.” namjoon’s skin burns up, he was so hot and his stomach was filling with butterflies. you snickering pressing your tongue on his ring of muscle, namjoon whimpering.

“y/n please, please ruin me. do whatever you want with me.”

namjoon woke up, seeing you sitting up watching him almost like he was a piece of art, you observing his every move, every breath, and every whine. namjoon hoped it was a dream when he felt precum drip down his cock.

“i-i can explain. i don’t know.” namjoon desperately said covering his so obvious boner between his legs. namjoon was more afraid of your silence, all you did was wake him up but you didn’t run away or fuck him.

“namjoon, do you want me?” you lifted his chin seeing namjoon press his lips apart, the soft gap seeing that this wasn’t a dream. namjoon nodded didn’t matter if this was shameful or embarrassing to admit.

“want me to make your dream come true?” you pulled him close to you so you could whisper in his ear. namjoon held your biceps trying to keep himself stable.

“dear god yes, yes yes.”

Kim Seokjin: ☆*:.｡.

seokjin has never had a wet dream, so when it happens to him. he thought it was real life, that you were horny and now you’re fucking him in front of a mirror that somehow appeared in your bedroom. you were like a súcubos knowing every crack or corner of seokjin where he just screams out of pleasure.

seokjin would wake up and be utterly confused about what had just happened, next minute he was about to cum and another he was back in the bedroom not hearing a peep or his shirtless boyfriend fucking him that’s for sure.

“hey baby.” seokjin shook you a little seeing you groan blinking to see seokjin sitting up.

“what is it?” you asked, seokjin lifted your blanket seeing you fully clothed. he was also, is he on crack? was he on drugs?

“did you fuck me?” seokjin asked feeling the hard-on between his legs.

“no?”

“are you sure?”

“yes i’m sure i would remember fucking you seokjin.” you chuckled insisting that he just went back to bed.

“maybe you just had a wet dream.” you said turning back to your bedside table away from seokjin.

“really? and you’re just gonna go back to bed!” seokjin playfully hitting you, grabbing you so you can roll back to him.

“i know you want me.” seokjin presses his hard cock against your crotch, seeing a small smirk surface on your face.

“don’t complain if you don’t get much sleep tonight.” you climbed on top of him, while seokjin wrapped his legs around your hip pressing you closer to him.

Min Yoongi: ☆*:.｡.

yoongi, he had a good sex life with you. most of it was you dominating him in bed, sometimes in other places that were certainly not in your bedroom. you always admired the way yoongi can go from clingy cute boyfriend to a whore wanting you to devour him. all the things you two did were consensual and yoongi being degraded was definitely the first thing he enjoys.

yoongi has his occasional wet dreams where he would wake up before he climaxes leading him to finish himself off while you were sleeping right next to him. i think the idea itself made yoongi finish quicker, of course he wanted to wake you up to help him with his oh so problem but he thought it was annoying since he had them so often.

that was till you were sleeping, feeling yoongi’s body pressed against you. you woke up thinking he was just cuddling with you, you smiled turning to cuddle him but you stopped when you soon felt grinding. yoongi drooling on himself rutting himself against you, you didn’t move and let yoongi grind on you. moaning out your name, you felt his cock twitch and harden with each grind.

“let me cum pl-please.” yoongi goes faster against you, you decided enough was enough so you twisted your body and held his hips causing a massive whine come from his mouth. yoongi finally woke up seeing the pre cum on your back from him. you pull his hair seeing his adam’s apple perfectly.

“clean me.” you announced seeing yoongi go lower in the sheets following your command almost automatically. he would put on a show for you licking his lips every drip of cum he licked from your back.

“do i get an award?” yoongi asks with his eye glossy, you couldn’t say no to him. not even satan himself could say no to him.

“of course baby, turn around.” you big spooned him, touching him all over his body till you press your cock between his cheeks.

“please just do it.” yoongi gripped your shoulder as you slowly went in, yoongi meowing seeing outside of the dark night and the beautiful moonlight showing just how dirty you two were.

Jung Hoseok: ☆*:.｡.

hoseok was known to be loud, his energy is just loud so when he has a wet dream you hear him clearly. you turn around seeing him as a black figure due to how dark the room was. you saw him rut against the bed, moaning out your name. you call his name out seeing that he had no response. you grabbed his arm trying to make him lean on your chest so you could help.

“y/n- you make me feel so fucking good.” hoseok whines out still sleeping you lowered his boxers playing with the band of it. slowly pulling it down you wrapped your hand around his cock pumping it for him. you didn’t want to wake him up, but that idea was quietly gone when he put his own fingers in his mouth drooling all over them.

you pumped him faster, hoseok muffled whimpers by his fingers you felt hoseok throw his head back when he came in your hand breathing heavily but still sleeping. jesus he was a heavy sleeper if cumming didn’t wake him up.

you continued to jack him off, your hand sticky with his own cum. you see hoseok’s face twist and turn from the over sensitivity. hoseok finally slowly gain consciousness widening his eyes from seeing the way he was.

“oh god y/n!” hoseok arches his back crying from you still jacking him off. he felt your cock on his back sending arrousal straight to his cock.

“i’m going to cum again!” hoseok announces trying to just cum. to get that sweet release again especially with your hands on him it made it way more intense.

hoseok cums once again, huffing seeing you get a rag from the dresser cleaning him up. hoseok winced from you cleaning his cock, sensitivity still there.

“thank you.” hoseok softly said pulling you back into bed. you could get used to wet dream hoseok.

Park Jimin: ☆*:.｡.

jimin had his wet dreams about you, mostly alone but that was due to him jacking off to you so often he would die if anyone found out. he wanted you, and when he saw you shirtless that didn’t help him at all. you knew somehow to click his buttons, touching his thigh, playing with his hands, and you wearing the most seductive outfits he’s ever seen.

you two live together that is what was embarrassing when he jacked off just a door away from yours. he could have you fix his problem that you caused, but shamefully jacking off was the solution 99% of the time. his dreams get vividly real when he drinks so on the weekends when he is on a break he usually drinks a couple drinks of wine.

when you arrived at home, from a late night of clubbing with no drinks involved (you were the designated driver) you got jimin some take out seeing that he was complaining that there was no food in the house and that can cover the night today and you’ll just go grocery shopping tomorrow. you opened the bedroom to jimin seeing him bare naked sleeping. you blushed immediately, you’ve seen him naked before but this was different. he was bucking his hips, blush spread throughout his body, and moaning out your name.

you saw him twitch and his knees buckle, you sort of froze in the doorway. you had already turned on the lamp, jimin slowly getting up from the bright light. jimin turned reaching out to the light touching your hand on the lamp. jimin thinking this was all just still in his dream.

“well are you going to fix it?” jimin grins opening his leg giving you an opening to his perfect body. you dropped the take out on the table going in between his legs.

the touch he felt, he knew he wasn’t dreaming. he was really going to get fucked by you. giving him love bites all over his thighs marking him yours even if you two never mentioned a relationship.

you licked his cock from the tip, paying attention and teasing him just to hear a soft groan holding onto your rich hair. jimin trying to push your head lower to his neglected parts of his cock.

“you’re going to make me snap. your moans drive me crazy.” you said in between sucking him off, jimin smirking knowing even if he was a sub in this situation he knew what ruined you already.

“do it big boy.”

Kim Taehyung: ☆*:.｡.

taehyung has his wet dreams sometimes but when he does he usually wakes himself up from them to wake you up by sitting on your lap so you can just feel his hard on, so this morning taehyung got just by foreplay in the dream before he woke himself up.

taehyung lifted his blanket to clearly see he was very hard ( he liked sleeping naked sometimes ) you sleeping soundly but he smirked knowing he’ll intrupt it pretty soon...

taehyung got on your lap grinding slowly, of course you two had talked about what you two can do to eachother when sleeping so all of it was consental. taehyung went a faster pace seeing your eyes flutter rubbing them.

“taehyung jesus this is your 4th one.” you gripped his hips making him move faster, taehyung threw his head back once he felt your hard cock so close to his aching hole.

“can’t stop dreaming of you fucking me into the mattress.” taehyung pulled your shirt up seeing your chest kissing it still rocking his hips back and forth.

“what time is it?” you said in between kisses with taehyung, you trying to look over at the cliche red clock. you mumbled under your breath a “fuck” seeing it was almost time for you to leave for work.

“i have to go baby.” you stopped his rocking, taehyung laying on top of you to stop you from leaving.

“you can’t leave me hard!” taehyung whined into your ear hoping that could convince you to not leave. you chuckled softly lifting him off your body.

“yes I can darling, i’ll see you when i get home. if you’re good don’t touch yourself.” you got your work clothes on brushing your teeth while taehyung sat on the bed cris cross watching you get ready.

“i hate you.”

“i love you too.”

Jeon Jungkook: ☆*:.｡.

jungkook loves to work in his studio, calls it his safe space and he usually passes out on his chair more than his actual bed. his soft music playing in the background trying to keep his eyes open. who knew love songs about his crush would end him having a wet dream? it wasn’t like rough, it was you kissing him all over so slowly that he wanted more but at the same time he didn’t want it to end. jungkook wasn’t in a normal setting he was in like a beautiful forest that the ground didn’t feel rough it was soft even then he didn’t care because he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

you walked in wanting to give him a snack for all of his hard work and you haven’t seen him outside of that office all day. you walked in seeing his normal large black hoodie and sweatpants, you told him you were walking in. you opened the door seeing him sleeping, small groans, and words you couldn’t figure out what were being said.

“y/n... i love you so-” his words were intrupted by a moan, you saw the tent in his pants, seeing the slightly twitch trying to get out of the sweatpants that restricted him.

“jungkook. hey.” you shook him a little bit hearing him mumble some words being a bit angry he was being taken out of his dream world till he meet the familiar eyes of you.

“oh shit. uh y/n i was just sleeping.” jungkook awkwardly chuckled till he saw his obvious boner through his pants.

“this is not how i wanted you to find out.” jungkook quickly grabbed a pillow to try to make this confession any cuter than it could be? you rolled his chair so you could between his legs, jungkook widening his mouth seeing maybe having a wet dream saved his life.

“you don’t have to do this y/n if you don’t want to.” jungkook says gripping his armchairs in anticipation. you smirked jungkook seeing your eyes that were so soft turn dark instantly.

“i’ll show you just how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

#bts x male reader #bts #bts imagine #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook

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