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serenequeendarling · 1 month
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you like that, daddy? | dbf! joel miller
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warnings: no outbreak AU, dbf AU! smut, unprotected p in v, female reader, no use of y/n, joel is in his 40s, reader in her 20s, very light slapping, usage of daddy , lemme know if i missed anything!
summary: you‘ve been craving joel‘s attention all afternoon but to no avail…until you decide to do something about it yourself
a/n: wrote this down pretty fast, hope i made any sense. PS: i sometimes update this oneshot, (fix some grammar errors or add a lil paragraph) so if u want to give it another read please do it may look better now! (for the ones who‘ve already read it before)
also i‘m really bad at writing smut so please bare w me u guys i‘m trying to get better !! anyways i‘m really thinkin about game joel here
(i'm always thinking about game joel) anyways hope yall like it and tysm for the love on my last joel fic! love y'all
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You’ve been eyeing him the entire afternoon he was here. Joel Miller, his handsome face, and his broad shoulders. Fuck, you’d let him do anything to you. The way his t-shirt clung to his biceps and how the tightness of his jeans allowed you a peek at his bulge made a pool between your legs form.
Your dad had gotten a promotion at work two days ago, and to celebrate, he invited all of his buddies to a BBQ, including Joel. You knew he would’ve come, he always does, so you dressed up all pretty for him, hoping he’d notice you. You put on  a red gingham dress that clung to your body just perfectly, and let your hair down.
However, Joel didn’t pay attention to you one bit. And you hated it, sulking like a spoiled little child who had finally been told ‘no’ for the first time in their life. Luckily for you, his little brother Tommy had. He noticed your pouty lips and the frown on your face, and had to say something.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, startling you out of your daydream. You snapped your head up to look at him, tearing your eyes away from his older brother. You cleared your throat,
"Huh? Oh, nothin’. Just, daydreaming.” You gave him a reassuring smile, your eyes darting back to Joel. You liked Tommy, but you hoped he could just leave you alone so that you could go back to ogling his older brother. Maybe you could use Tommy to gain some attention from Joel? Nah, you weren't that desperate, you had to do this your own way.
“‘Bout what, girl?” He gently rubbed your shoulder in a friendly way to comfort you. You didn’t mind. Tommy only lived a few houses down the street too, so when your dad invited Joel, Tommy came along as well and you guys got along really well. His accent was just like Joel’s. But you liked Joel’s more. You turned back to him, now noticing from the corner of your eye that Joel was watching the both of you interact.
Finally, you thought. For the first time today he actually really looked at you.
“Jus’ school, and all that.” you bat your eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet smile. Tommy was handsome too, yes, but not as handsome as Joel.
“Ah, I see.” He smiled, retreating his hand back, head turning to look at Joel, your eyes meeting his in an instant. You bit your lip when an idea popped into your head, deciding to do something bold. With his attention on you, you spread your legs a little just for your white panties to be seen only by him, and not Tommy. God, no. He spat out a mouthful of his beer, eyes going wide and earning a loud giggle from you, and frowns by the men around him. 
“Well, I’m gonna go and get a coke Tommy, ya want something?” You asked him, standing up from the gray lounge chair you were sitting on. 
“Nah, got my beer right here. Thanks, honey.” He gave you a sweet smile before walking back towards the grill to help your father. You made eye contact with Joel one last time, before making your way up into the open garage to get a coke from the freezer. You bent over the edge of the freezer to grab a can, and when you looked up, Joel was standing in front of you, glaring right at you. You can’t make out if he’s mad, or happy. 
“Joel! You scared me.” you gasped, the can falling out of your hands, back into the freezer. 
“What do you think you’re doin’, huh sweetheart?” He gripped your hips tightly, turning you around towards the freezer, bending you over. 
“What am I doin', Mr. Miller?” you replied, almost in a whisper. He scoffed at your response, shaking his head. His right hand started stroking down your bare thigh, looking around to check if anyone could see you.
“Don’t Mr. Miller me, darlin’. You been pretty comfortable calling me ‘Joel’ when you’re touchin’ yourself at night.” Oh. He saw you. You quietly let out a tiny moan on instinct , hand clasping over your own mouth to keep quiet. To be completely honest with yourself, that‘s what you had wanted in the first place. For him too see you and make a move, but you never thought he did.
“Yeah, I’m right, ain’t I?” He chuckled smugly, his hand raking its way up to your panties, rubbing slow circles on your clothed pussy. You instantly buck up into his hand, wanting more, needing him to fuck you with his thick fingers. 
“Ain’t true.” you murmured, embarrassment apparent on your rosy cheeks. You touched yourself to the thought of Joel for years almost every night, longing for his touch on your skin. Every move he made, every word he said to you made you clench your thighs, needing to run upstairs to your room to pleasure yourself when you were alone.
A sudden slap ripped you from your thoughts, drawing out a moan from your throat.
“Ain’t nice to lie now, girl. Saw you with my own eyes. Should be teachin' you a lesson.” 
“Well maybe your eyesight’s worsened, old man.” You giggled, which made him slap your ass once again, the harshness of it leaving a sting lasting a few seconds. 
“Fuckin’ brat” he scoffed,
“Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute.” He harshly responded at your remark, something that turned him on at the same time, he couldn’t deny that. 
So you did just that. You obeyed and practically ran upstairs to your room, shutting the door behind you and plopping down on your bed. You laid there for what felt like ten minutes staring at the blank wall until the knob of your door turned, a large frame coming into vision.
You bit your lip, grinning up at him. After all these years, you finally got him where you wanted him the most. In your childhood bedroom, spread out waiting to get corrupted by the older man. 
“You gonna finally teach me a lesson, or what?” You pushed him, wanting to see how much you could get away with your behavior until he finally did something about it.
Joel stared down at you for a moment, taking you in. Your hair splayed on the bed, tits bouncing in your low cut dress a little at every move you made, lips plumped and thighs clenching together, needing immediate release. 
In a mere second, he climbed on top of you, lifting up the skirt of your dress and ripping your panties apart. 
“Don’t get smart with me, little girl.” he growled, throwing your now ruined panties down on the floor. You didn’t even care about the panties that were ripped in half now, you had even more of them in your drawer. He kissed from your belly down to your thighs, while his hands played with your tits hidden in your pretty dress. 
“Fuckin’ dirty girl, having your pussy on display with everyone around.” he muffled, pressing a kiss to your clit, eliciting a moan from you at his dirty talk. 
“You really think I haven‘t noticed you prancin‘ around this little dress begging for my attention?“ he spoke harshly, big hands giving a squeeze to your tits. He did notice you. How could he not? You were practically doing everything to make him talk or even look at you.
Joel couldn‘t look at you because of that fucking dress. He hated how much it turned him on, seeing how perfectly it fit your body and how perfect your tits looked, almost splashing out of the fabric. He knew that if he took a peek he wouldn‘t be able to look away and his cock would betray him instantly. He saw through your little facade, letting things fall and bending over to pick them up just to make him look at your ass or staring intensely at him whenever he talked to one of his buddies while you sucked down on a popsicle.
He also felt immensily guilty for feeling this way. You were much younger than him, and his friends’ daughter. But after that little stunt you pulled on the lounge chair he couldn‘t resist anymore. He had to have you in some way. Just like always, his dick did the thinking for him, and he knew he’d probably regret it later.
“Please.” you whimpered, brows scrunched together. You’d been waiting years, years for him. Ever since he moved into the house with his daughter Sarah right next to your family, your thoughts were consumed with him. He looked so good right now. He always did, but with him in between your legs, staring you down as if you were prey that had been caught in his trap, he looked delicious. For a moment, you thought this was all a dream. All the years you’ve spent yearning for Joel Miller, fantasizing about him ever since he came into your life were now coming true. His hair was a little longer now, in need of a haircut but you couldn’t wait to run your fingers through his locks. 
A few weeks ago, you were sitting on your front porch reading a book while rain poured, the sun hiding behind the clouds. You heard a groan coming from the right, and when you looked up, there he was, drenched as the droplets of rain attacked him. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, and his t-shirt allowed you to see the muscles hidden beneath the cotton. You gulped and spoke up,
“You okay, Mr. Miller?” You shouted, the wind making it hard for him to hear you. He looked up, and it was like he was embarrassed a little, all soaked and angry because he couldn’t find his goddamn keys. 
“Yeah, honey, I can’t find my keys. I think your daddy has a spare somewhere for me.” he shouted back, relieved to see you. You nodded,
“Why don’t you come inside while I search for it? Think I know where it is.” you hoped he would’ve said yes. And of course he did, skipping to your yard and meeting you on the porch. You guided him inside, nerves filling your tummy. He looked so sexy, you couldn’t resist staring at the way his shirt was clinging to his arms. He noticed your stare, a smirk finding its way to his lips before snapping you out of your daydream. Joel most definitely knew the effect he had on you, sometimes using it to his advantage and teasing you just to see how flustered you would get.
“Right. Keys.” you muttered, embarrassed that you had been caught. You turned around on your heels and walked into your father’s office, where you knew he always kept his keys, including a spare for Joel in case of an emergency. You walked back to him and handed him the spare, a shy smile tugging at your lips as he eyed you up and down. You were bra-less, wearing an old white t-shirt and an excuse of the shortest shorts that you probably had last worn when you were fourteen. He thanked you, placing a kiss on your rosy cheek and making his way out. 
That afternoon, you spent your time with your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy  at the thought of Joel and how soft his lips felt on your cheek.
“Please, what? Use your words, honey.” he mocked you with that southern drawl that made every woman melt when they talked to him.  
“Fuck me, daddy. Please.” you moaned a little too loud, praying that no one was inside the house. You were taking a big risk, letting an older man, especially your father’s friend fuck you while your father and his buddies were having fun outside. If only they knew what was going on right now. He unbuckled his belt, sliding his jeans with his boxers down, cock jumping out almost immediately. You grabbed at his dark gray shirt, helping him tug it off , revealing his toned body. You bit your lip, staring him down to his deep v-line, eager for him to ruin you.
He lined himself up at your entrance, sliding his reddened tip up and down your folds, your body instinctively bucking  into him for more. 
“You ready f’me, baby? Huh? Tell me.”
“God, Joel! Fuck me already.” and without warning, he pounded into you with his full length, stretching you out in a way no boy ever could. You screamed out, which made him clasp his hand on your mouth. Joel had locked your door, but that didn’t mean you were all safe. 
“Gotta keep quiet, baby. Don’t want your father or anyone else hearin’ what a little slut you are for his best friend.” It’s like everything he said made you moan. Joel had a way with his words and could sweet talk any woman if he wanted to, which he often did and then would result him in one night stands.
Your eyes rolled back, his hand almost taking up your entire face. He continued to pound into you like an animal, stretching you out so much it almost hurt. You’ve never had a cock as big as Joel’s, the ones you’ve had we’re at least half his size. 
“Joel.” you muffled into his hand, feeling a knot tie up in your lower belly. You were close, and he knew that. So, he switched your positions, sitting you down on top of him and sliding back into you. With you now riding him, he hit spots deeper than you even knew were possible. 
Joel was almost crumbling. His face was scrunched up, moans starting to fall from his lips. 
“C’mon cowgirl, ride it. S’all yours, baby.” your rhythm was inconstant, moving your hips any way you wanted to just to finally find a release. His hands were firm and tight into the meat of your hips, guiding you up and down his cock just the way he wanted it. 
Your pussy was red and throbbing, growing more and more tired with each thrust, struggling to keep up with him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as you let him take control, cock driving into you ruthlessly.
“Been waitin’ so long for this, you have no idea, girl.” he gritted through his teeth, the fingers squeezing your hips leaving red marks on the flesh that you’d know would later turn purple.
As if you weren’t already overstimulated enough, his thumb dropped down to your pussy, circling fast at your clit. 
“Let go, baby, you’re almost there, daddy’s got ya.” 
And in the span of a few seconds, you came down on his cock, your body almost falling into him before he turned you over once again, gripping harshly at your poor scalp.
Before you could even register what was happening, he shoved his cock down your throat, searching for his own release. Your pouty lips worked their way up and down his shaft, the grip on your hair guiding you up and down just the way he wanted to, letting him take full control over you, once again. You took him out of your mouth, looking up at him with doe eyes,
“You like that, daddy?” you asked in the most seductive voice possible, and Joel almost came right on your face, a loud moan erupting from his lips. He lightly slapped your face, but not hard enough to hurt you and shoved your face back into his cock. 
“Where do you want it, pretty girl?” he asked, smiling down at your smudged mascara. You looked rough, hair tangled, drool on the ends of your mouth but Joel wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You were even more beautiful like this. All fucked out and dazed because of him.
“Mouth, daddy.” you managed to make out, feeling the tip of his cock bruise the back of your throat repeatedly. 
He wasn’t far behind, and you felt shots of hot seed on your tongue and down your throat seconds later. You both moaned, his thumb coming down to stroke your cheek gently.
“Good fuckin’ girl. Open up f’me.” you opened your mouth, showing his white seed on your tongue, before swallowing it whole. Both of you smiled at each other and in a swift motion, he pulled you on top of him, arms wrapping tightly around your body. Your hands were playing around in his thick hair, trying to catch your breath slowly. 
“You okay, hun?” 
“‘Course, are you?” you smiled, craning your head to look up at his handsome face. His fingers were drawing shapes on your back, making the moment feel so intimate. But then it dawned on you that your father was still in the backyard, having no clue that his daughter was just fucked out by his own friend. You figured you would have to deal with the guilt later, because for now, you wanted to enjoy the moment with Joel, in his arms.
“Yeah, baby.” he smiled, his lips finding yours in an instant. He kissed you so passionately, that you felt your mound already start to pool again, but there wasn’t time for that right now. Eventually, people would start asking around where the both of you were, so the both of you knew you had to recollect yourselves and go back downstairs. 
Joel dressed himself while you still laid on the bed, a look of daze on your face. You knew now that you couldn’t get enough of Joel, and would eventually come back for more. He felt the same way. He kissed you one last time, then unlocked your door to walk back into the backyard.
You appeared ten minutes later, smudged mascara now cleaned up and hair neatly brushed, as if nothing happened. Joel gave you a knowing smile, which you returned. Everyone had been oblivious to the twenty minutes you’d been away. Everyone but Tommy, that was closely watching the both of you share a smile, growing a little suspicious, but he brushed the thought from his mind, thinking of himself as silly. It was probably nothing, he thought.
But boy, was he wrong.
part 2 here.
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minisugakoobies · 1 year
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Day 7 ❄️ KTH, JJK
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Kinks: aftercare, singing carols
Pairing:  Sub!Jungkook x Sub!Reader x Dom!Taehyung
Genre: holiday, smut, established relationship, Boyfriend's Best Friend!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, lovebites/marking, dirty talk, hand job, fingering, oral sex (m + f receiving), masturbation, ass smacking, finger sucking, tit sucking, asking permission to cum, kink negotiation, cum eating, threesome, unprotected sex (alternative bc), multiple positions, spit roasting, face fucking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reader has a huge oral fixation, whiny Koo, needy Koo, maybe a little bit of switch Koo actually, use of terms like "good boy" and "good girl," Koo and Tae run a train on OC, Koo throws OC around a bit to her delight, Taehyung calls the shots, aftercare
Word Count: 7.5K
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Your boyfriend brings home a very special Christmas gift for you this year - his best friend Jungkook
A/N: A few weeks ago I woke up from an amazing dream in which my boyfriend Taehyung had brought his friend Jungkook over to play, and immediately knew I had to turn it into a fic. So here you go. It's a little longer than I was expecting. Sorry?
Unbeta'd as usual.
Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕
Day 6 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 8
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Taehyung: Hey love
Taehyung: Got a surprise for you. Early Christmas present
Taehyung: Something I know you’ve been wanting for a long time
You: 👀
Taehyung: I’ll be over soon
Your boyfriend might be the best gift-giver you’ve ever met. Somehow, he always seems to know exactly what to get, without any lists or ideas from you. Time after time he surprises you with your heart’s deepest desires. So when he texts you a few days before Christmas to let you know he’s coming over to give you your gift, you feel giddy with excitement, wondering what he’s going to spoil you with now. 
But when the knock comes an hour after his texts, you’re a little confused to find him standing at your door, no gift box in hand, an arm slung over the broad shoulders of his best friend, Jungkook. 
“Merry Christmas!” the two men shout before launching into a rather loud, rather offkey rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” They’d been out caroling earlier with some friends, but you weren’t expecting them to continue doing so at your door. One of your neighbors pokes her head out of her apartment in annoyance. 
“Um, Merry Christmas,” you reply, quickly ushering both men into your place. The singing unfortunately continues as you press a kiss to Taehyung’s cheek and offer Jungkook a hug. “Hey, Kook, I didn’t realize you’d be coming over! Sorry I’m such a fright.” Not expecting anyone but your boyfriend, you were already dressed for bed in a racerback tank and frayed joggers, your favorite old pair that are worn with age. 
“Nah, you look great as usual,” Jungkook protests sweetly, flashing a warm smile. Of all of Taehyung’s friends, you like Jungkook the most. He’s quiet, very kind, surprisingly goofy, and always makes you feel right at home no matter where you are. And then of course there’s the fact that he’s the second most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - second only to your gorgeous boyfriend. “Hey, can I use your bathroom quick?”
“Of course,” you reply, and as soon as he’s out of earshot, you whirl on your boyfriend. “Tae, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a friend over? I look like shit!”
Taehyung grins, peeling off his jacket and shoes, revealing a baggy t-shirt and grey sweats underneath. Whereas you’re a mess in your oversized and threadbare pjs, your boyfriend is still stunning. It’s almost unfair. “You do not, but I’m sorry, love. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” 
You furrow your brow. “Uh, okay. I mean, it’s fine, you know I love Jungkook, so he’s obviously welcome to hang out with us. But I thought you were bringing my gift, too?”
“Love.” Taehyung’s large hands grip your sides, pulling you close to him. You let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he drops a kiss on your brow. “Jungkook is your gift.” 
“He… he’s…” 
Taehyung’s smile widens as you realize what he means. It’s something the two of you have discussed, mostly when you’re either drunk or high, lips loosened enough to tell him all the filthy things you’d love to do to his best friend. Taehyung knows you have a crush on the man. Your boyfriend is secure enough in himself and in your love for him to know it doesn’t mean anything. 
Given the way Taehyung always responds to your lewd thoughts, though, you probably should’ve seen this coming. Most of the time, your dirty talk lands you in bed, Taehyung fucking you through every vivid description of your wildest fantasies. He obviously loves to picture you fucking Jungkook. Now, it seems like he’s giving you the chance to do it in real life. 
How did you get so lucky?
You wind your fingers into Taehyung’s hair, devouring his mouth in a heated kiss. He hums happily. “Does this mean you like it?”
“You know I do,” you smirk. “But does he… is he into it?” 
“Well… we were talking tonight, and he mentioned how much fun he had the other night, when the three of us went to dinner? And I kind of told him that you have a little crush on him.” Taehyung laughs as you swat his chest in shock. “From the look on his face, I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual.” 
In addition to being an amazing gift-giver, your boyfriend is also uncannily good at reading people. So you’re sure that whatever reaction Jungkook had is more than enough to confirm that he might be down for this.
“I invited him over to watch a movie with us. I think you should ask him yourself, love. I’m sure he’d like that.” 
The sound of the bathroom door opening ends your conversation. Jungkook reappears, a sheepish smile crossing his face when he spies you in Taehyung’s arms. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” 
You shake your head. “Not at all. Who wants popcorn?”
The three of you head into your living room with some snacks. Taehyung claims one corner of your couch as you settle in at his side, patting the cushion next to you. “Come sit here, Kook.” 
You let Jungkook pick the movie, knowing you’re going to be too distracted to really focus. It’s hard to keep your attention on the screen when your mind is already racing ahead, imagining what Jungkook looks like under his hoodie and sweats, wondering if his skin feels as soft as it looks, trying to gage just how big his cock must be based on his tall, buff frame….
As the movie unfolds, you slowly shift on the couch, creeping closer to Jungkook. All of Taehyung’s friends are comfortable with skinship. You love that they’re such a cuddly bunch. So Jungkook doesn’t visibly react when your arm presses into his. Curling your legs up onto the couch, you place your feet in Taehyung’s lap, and let your head droop onto Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Is the movie boring you?” Jungkook laughs, nudging you with his arm to make you giggle.
“Oh, no, it’s fine! I’m just…” you shrug, trailing off. 
“Getting tired, love?” Taehyung asks, thumb rubbing over the tops of your feet. 
“Yeah, just tired,” you lie, using the question as an excuse to stretch a bit, tank top riding up a little with the motion. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes follow the fabric. 
“Why don’t you lay down? Kook, you don’t mind, do you?” 
Jungkook’s head snaps up at the mention of his name. He shakes his head quickly. “Uh, here.” He grabs one of the squishy throw pillows from the back of your couch and places it in his lap. You unfold yourself, head resting in Jungkook’s lap as your boyfriend continues to give you a foot rub, more for his own enjoyment than yours. 
You’re tempted to roll onto your back to gaze at Jungkook, but keep facing forward, pretending to watch the movie. Taehyung had said that you should ask Jungkook. How exactly are you supposed to do that? You’re friends, but you’re not sure you’re “Hey, wanna fuck me while my boyfriend - your best friend - watches?” friends. Also, he’s pretty shy sometimes. A direct approach might scare him off. 
The feeling of a warm hand on your bare shoulder breaks you out of your restless thoughts. Jungkook starts to stroke your arm, slowly, almost hesitantly, like he’s waiting for your reaction. With a loud, content sigh, you nestle further into the pillow, and his fingers move more steadily, more surely, finding a soothing rhythm. 
Before long, the end credits scroll across your screen, and a surge of anticipation hits you. Now’s the time to make your move. 
“I guess I should get to bed,” you begin, rolling onto your back. “But I feel bad, Kook. You came over to hang out and I basically fell asleep on you.” 
Jungkook shrugs, lips quirked in a soft smile. “It’s okay. I’ll just come bother you another time.” 
“Kookie,” you sing his name, “you’re never a bother!” Reaching up, you wrap a lock of his long dark hair around your finger, loving the way his cheeks flush as you play with his curls. “It’s getting late, too… And I hate to think of you walking home in this cold.” Jungkook lives only a few blocks from your apartment, and truthfully he can probably bear the cold winter air easily, judging by the heat radiating from him as you lay in his lap. But you’re hoping to convince him otherwise.
As always, your boyfriend lends a helping hand. “She’s got a point, Kook. It’s awful out there. Maybe you should just crash here tonight.” 
“Oh, no, that’s okay, I can just-”
“No, he’s right,” you interrupt, sitting up. “I don’t want you getting a cold, Kook. You better just stay here.” 
Jungkook bites his lip, glancing between you and Taehyung. When he catches your eye again, you pull out all the stops - bottom lip puffing out, eyes widening under raised brows, fingers gently curling around his forearm as your voice dips into a soft register usually reserved for your boyfriend. Typically used when you’re on your knees, peering up at him. 
“Please, Kook. Stay?” 
Jungkook gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he stares at you. “I… okay. Sure. Thanks.”
“Great! Oh! Wait.” You look at Taehyung. “I don’t have any extra blankets, do I?”
Taehyung catches on. “Oh, love, I think you’re right. We’re using them all, since the heating’s been on the fritz.” 
“That’s ok, I’m a hot sleeper, I don’t need a lot of blankets,” Jungkook states, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine with a sheet, if you have one to spare.” 
“Uh-uh. I told you I don’t want you getting sick. I’d never forgive myself if you left my apartment with a cold! My bed is plenty big enough for three. Right, Tae?” Your boyfriend nods, lips curling in a slow smile. You rise to your feet, holding out your hand. “Come on, Kook. I’ll show you.” 
The piercing above Jungkook’s right eye glints in the low light of the tv screen as he raises his eyebrow. “Really, I’m okay on the couch.” 
“Nah, her mind’s made up, Kook,” Taehyung laughs. “Don’t try to argue.” 
You sit down again, threading your arm through Jungkook’s. “Kookie,” you say softly, “if you’re just being polite, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, and neither does Tae. Besides, if you’re such a warm sleeper, maybe you can keep me warm. But. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to.” If he says no, you’ll listen. But you still want him so much that you have to try, one last time. “So. Will you please come cuddle with me?” 
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Jungkook replies almost immediately. “I never feel uncomfortable here. Not with you guys. Don’t want you to think that, but… I don’t want to, um… get in the way.” 
“Oh, Kook. Come on.” Taking his hand in yours, you tug him to his feet. “You won’t be in the way. Let me show you.”
Taehyung silently trails behind the two of you as you steer Jungkook into your bedroom. Your boyfriend’s been content to follow your lead so far, but once you cross the threshold to your room, you know that will change. That knowledge sparks a fire in your gut, simmering low as you climb onto your bed. 
Sliding back towards the pillows, you lie in the center of your bed, and gesture at the two men watching. Taehyung crawls on, while Jungkook takes a moment to peel off his hoodie, tattoos flashing as his t-shirt sticks to the sweatshirt before he peels them apart. Then he joins you on your other side. 
The three of you lie on your backs, staring at the ceiling in total silence for a moment before you speak. “See? Told you there was plenty of room.” There isn’t a ton of space between you, but you’re not cramped together, either. You feel safely nestled between the two men, arms and legs touching but not pressing or crowding. 
You turn onto your side, facing Jungkook. He does the same. From so close, you can practically count the delicate lashes framing his warm doe eyes as he gazes at you. Tentatively, you reach out to place your hand on his shoulder. 
“Is this okay?” you ask, voice hushed. Jungkook nods. “Taehyung, you okay back there?” 
“I’m good, love,” comes his muffled reply as he rolls onto his side and buries his lips against the back of your neck. You smile at the tender kiss, and Jungkook, still watching you, smiles back. 
“See, Kook? Not in the way at all.” You pause, unsure if you should keep going, but decide just to say it. “It’s like you fit in perfectly here.” 
You think you’ve gone too far, but Jungkook just flushes, nose scrunching as he grins harder, and oh, you could just eat him up. 
“I am a little chilly, though, if you want to help….”  
You trail off as Jungkook nods. He slings an arm over your waist, then slides a little closer, nuzzling his head into your neck, while Taehyung molds himself against your back. Sighing contentedly, wrapped completely in their warmth, you close your eyes. If the evening ended here and now, with the three of you falling asleep like this, it would still be a wonderful Christmas present. 
But you know this isn’t what Taehyung had in mind, and that just stokes the fire inside you. 
As if he’s reading your thoughts, your boyfriend speaks up. “Think you could fall asleep like this, Kook?”
“Yeah, actually,” Jungkook answers, lips vibrating gently against your throat. 
“And what about you, love?” 
“I’m very comfortable.”
“But is that enough for you to fall asleep?” As he talks, you feel his fingers trailing along your jaw. The motion evokes an automatic response in you. A need, deep and dark, twisting within. 
“Mmm. Want your help, Tae. Please.” 
There’s a gentle tapping on your lips. “Open up, love.” 
Without hesitation, you obey. Taehyung slides two of his long, thin fingers into your open mouth. 
“Kook,” he purrs, deep voice rumbling through his chest into your spine, sending shivers racing there. “Take a look at my beautiful love.” 
Jungkook lifts his head. You meet his gaze with hooded eyes, sucking on Taehyung’s fingers with an audible swallow. Jungkook hisses. “Oh, shit. What… what are you doing, hyung?” 
“Sometimes she needs something to help her relax. Take her mind off of things. And what seems to help her the most is having something in her warm, wet mouth.” Taehyung’s tone drops as he growls those last words, and Jungkook’s lips pop open. ”My baby likes to suck, don’t you, love?” 
At Taehyung’s question, you grunt, nodding as best you can with his hand in your jaw. Jungkook blinks, mouth still hanging open as he gawks. 
Taehyung pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of your lips, and you lean forward to lick a long stripe from his palm to his fingertips before taking them back into your mouth. 
Jungkook lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus fuck, that’s hot.” 
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Taehyung asks, and now you’re whining, pleased to hear praise falling from his lips so easily. You love being Taehyung’s good girl. 
The longer you roll your tongue over Taehyung’s fingers, the more an aching between your legs grows. Shifting, you rub your thighs together, just as Taehyung removes his hand from your mouth. You chase his fingers with a needy whimper, but he merely laughs, yanking them away. 
“Poor thing. You always need something to suck on, huh?”
You nod, staring at Jungkook. His pupils are blown, darkness burning in his intense gaze as he watches you closely.
“Kook. Give her your fingers.” 
“Me?” Jungkook props himself up on an elbow to peer at Taehyung. “Is that - is that okay?” 
“I know it is, but it’s not me you need to ask.” 
Jungkook looks at you with a question in his eyes. In response, you drop your jaw in silent invitation. 
With a little hum of assent, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers faintly brush over your parted lips. You moan, tilting your chin up, trying to suck them in, but he just traces circles around your mouth, teasing you. 
As you groan in anguish, Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Jungkookie, be a good boy and give my love what she wants.” 
Since you’re still face-to-face with Jungkook, you catch the way his long eyelashes flutter at the words “good boy,” and you know immediately - Jungkook is like you. He hums again, this time pushing the tips of his fingers just far enough to breach your lips, and you swirl your tongue around them, moaning as he whines. 
As Jungkook continues to slide his fingers into your hot mouth, Taehyung’s hand roams downward, traveling over the valley of your breasts and across the roundness of your tummy to land between your thighs. He grinds his hips against you as his hand slips between your joggers and your underwear to cup your heat, finding that your arousal is starting to soak through the silky fabric. 
“Oh, love, you’re really enjoying yourself, hmmm?”
You moan around Jungkook’s fingers, drool flooding your mouth as your boyfriend’s hard cock presses into your ass. 
“So messy,” Jungkook whispers almost thoughtlessly, wide eyes fixed on your lips, free hand coming up to wipe away the dribbles that spill down your chin. “So wet.”
“You have no idea,” Taehyung laughs, palm caressing the tiny throbbing nub above your dripping slit. “But what about you, Kook? Are you enjoying my love’s attention? Or do you want more?” 
“More?” Jungkook echoes, unable to tear himself away from your mouth for a second. “Can I have more?” 
“Of course you can. My good girl here will do anything you like, won’t she?” As he murmurs promises to Jungkook, Taehyung leaves open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin behind your ear. You melt against him, going pliant while he lightly licks your most sensitive spot. “What do you want to do, love?” 
Jungkook’s hand falls away from your mouth so you can speak. You’re nearly overwhelmed with need right now, wanting to do everything to him - touch him, taste him, flip him on his back and ride him until your legs quake. But you know if you try to rush things, it will only disappoint Taehyung. He likes you to take your time. 
“Can we kiss?” Your answer comes out breathless, longing overflowing so much that your chest heaves. You’ve wanted to kiss this man since Taehyung first introduced you. 
Jungkook licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes darting over your shoulder as he waits for Taehyung’s answer, instinctively understanding who it is that you’re asking. “Please?” he adds, and while you giggle at his eagerness, a wave of selfish delight rolls through you, tangling up with your desire. He wants this, too. He wants you.
Taehyung chuckles into your ear. “Oh, Jungkookie, so polite. The two of you are going to be so good for me tonight, aren’t you? Go ahead, loves.”
Instantly, Jungkook cups your face, pulling you to his waiting mouth. His lips are slightly chapped, the roughness a surprise. Every time you dreamed of this moment, you imagined them to be soft and plush. His kiss is almost as rough, a bit frantic, lips devouring your own as if he’s been waiting just as long as you for this moment and doesn’t want to waste a second. 
You lap at his lip ring, flicking the tiny bead that hangs there. When he licks into your mouth, tongue fervent in its plunging, your hands curl into tight fists, squeezing so hard there’s no doubt there will be tiny half-moon indentations from your nails, a visible reminder of your longing. You need to touch him, but you know the rules. 
When Jungkook breaks the kiss long enough to gasp for breath, you seize your chance. “Taehyung.”
While you and his best friend have been making out, Taehyung has kept busy, tugging your clothes down far enough to expose your cunt to the chilly room air. Goosebumps ripple down your thighs, are smoothed away by his warm hands. “Yes, love?” 
“Can I touch him?” 
Jungkook whimpers, lightly pecking along your jawline. His hands are on your arms, your waist, your hips, wandering all over you. 
“As much as you want.” 
With a relieved sigh, you grasp at Jungkook’s t-shirt, bringing him back to you for more kisses as your other hand gropes him through his sweatpants. The bulge you find there is massive, and you moan at the thought of it filling your mouth. 
There’s a similarly needy noise from Jungkook as you caress his erection. His hips jut forward, seeking your hand, and as you enthusiastically provide more rubbing, Taehyung’s pointer fingers easily parts your nether lips, slipping inside. 
“Tae,” you groan, head kicking back to rest on his shoulder as he crooks his finger to stroke your inner walls. Your boyfriend knows every inch of you, knows exactly where to touch you to make you fall apart, uses it to his advantage whenever he can. He loves nothing more than to reduce you to a quivering, crying mess, and you’re well on your way as he adds a second finger. “Fuck, that feels so good.” 
Jungkook suddenly whines, drawing your attention back, and you lift your head to see him staring at your tits where they’re poking through your thin top. Taehyung leans over you to observe his friend’s face. 
“You okay, Kook? Maybe you want something to keep your mouth busy, too?” The hand not buried inside you grips the bottom of your tank, lightly yanks it up your torso to expose the swell of your breasts. “Here you go. She loves it when I suck on her tits. Don’t you, love?” 
Jungkook looks to you again, and you nod. “Please, Kookie,” you rasp, a huskiness creeping in as Taehyung’s lithe fingers caress your g-spot. It’s getting hard to keep your voice steady as your breathing gets heavier, just as it’s hard to keep your thoughts straight as the growing pleasure overrides everything, turning you from an intelligent person into a mindless creature acting on animal instinct. “Please put your mouth on me.” 
“Shit!” Jungkook exhales sharply.
“Doesn’t she beg so sweetly?” Taehyung asks, and the note of pride in his voice makes your heart sing. 
Jungkook grunts in agreement before latching his lips around your nipple. Your head swims, hazy with delight. The dampness on your breast chills your skin, matching the wetness soaking your thighs, Jungkook’s worshiping tongue moving reverently as Taehyung’s strong fingers plunge rapidly. 
“That’s it, Kook. Give her some love. She deserves it.” 
Pawing at Jungkook’s erection over his sweats isn’t enough for either of you anymore, so you tug at his waistband until your fingers can dive beneath, finding velvet soft skin, drops of precum dotting his head as you wrap around him and give a few experimental strokes. When he moans, you do it again, and again, faster and faster, until he’s panting into your breast. 
“Gotta stop, baby, or I’m gonna pop in your hand,” he mutters, licking a long stripe down the center of your chest. A strange thrill races through you at the pet name, followed by a loud keening as he keeps moving down, down, down, until his tongue reaches the apex of your thighs. His cock is out of your reach now as he suckles your clit with a wild voraciousness.
You jolt at the ferocity of Jungkook’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kook, Tae, please! It’s so good, so good, I need to-” 
“You need what, baby? Tell me.” Even though Taehyung’s hand is thrusting into you so frantically that the room is filling with squelching sounds, his breathing is even, his tone calm. Like he’s not currently wrecking you but simply making conversation. The hardness leaving an indentation in your ass cheek is the only indication that what is happening right now is having any effect on him at all. 
“Please, I need to cum! Can I cum?” At your words, Jungkook groans, and the vibration on the sensitive nub locked in his greedy mouth makes your toes curl. “Oh god, please, Tae!” 
“Good girl. Of course you can.” 
It’s not your boyfriend’s words that push you over the edge. It’s the sight of Jungkook’s knitted brow, dark eyes watching you closely as he focuses on delivering you a short but intense orgasm, a bright burst of euphoria that knocks the wind from you for a second. Your thighs clamp around Taehyung’s hand and he stills as Jungkook laps at the result of their hard work. 
“Shit, Jungkookie, look at you, cleaning up like a good boy, without even being asked,” Taehyung drawls. “What do you think, love? Does he deserve a little treat?” 
“Fuck yes,” you sigh, fingers stroking Jungkook’s hair as he leans back to look at the two of you, arousal glistening on his face. “He made me feel so good.”
Jungkook hums, eyes fluttering again as you comb through his silky locks. 
“What do you want to give him?” Taehung asks, glancing at Jungkook with one eye while pressing kisses into your shoulder. 
“Whatever he wants.” 
“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out a pained groan. “You can’t say shit like that!” He rises up on his knees, sweats slipping down his thick thighs to reveal his flushed dick. You know he must be in dire need of release. 
“Why not?” you smirk, sitting up. Taehyung does the same, both men watching as you peel your shirt off and kick your pants to the floor. “It’s true, Kookie. I’ll do anything you want. Been dreaming of this for so long.” 
Jungkook looks to Taehyung, who nods. “I told you, man. She wants you.” He wraps an arm around you from behind, hand cupping your face, tilting it to give him access to the side of your neck. He sets to work marking you with teeth and tongue as you wait for the other man’s reply. 
He’s still looking between you and Taehyung, who is paying him no mind, busy with his lovebites. Taking a chance, you gently grasp Jungkook’s chin to keep his focus on you. 
“Kook. Do you want me?” 
His mouth opens, closes, opens again. He swallows. Then he nods. 
“Yeah. I want you.” He curls his inked fingers around yours, bringing them to his mouth to kiss your fingertips one by one. “You’ll really let me do anything?” 
Struck wordless by the look in his eye, you just nod. Taehyung stops his nibbling and backs away, unable to tear his gaze away from whatever is happening between you and Jungkook, like a rogue satellite caught in the undeniable gravitational pull of two heavenly bodies. 
“I want to do so much, but right now I just want to fuck you, so bad,” Jungkook begins, shuffling forward on his knees. The hand not holding yours drops to your hip. “Wanna throw you on your back and slide my cock inside, deep as I can go. Wanna fuck you into a babbling mess, making all those sweet sounds again, delirious from the way my dick fills your pretty little cunt. I want you to ride me, tits in my face so I can suck on them until they’re raw and you’re begging me to stop.”
In all the months that you’ve known Jungkook, you’ve never heard him say anything like this. It makes you even wetter, to hear him speak with such naked lust, bass rumbling through his voice as he shares his deepest desire. His fingers dig into your thigh as his other hand guides yours to your own mouth. Behind you, you hear the sound of Taehyung spitting, then slick sounds, and know your boyfriend is stroking himself as he continues to watch. 
“Does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook barely waits for your nod before he presses your fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” 
You coat your fingers, get them as wet as you can, before he pulls your hand away and wraps it around his cock. He bites his lip, head tipping back in ecstasy as you slowly roll your hand down. “Shit, yeah. Just like that,” Jungkook moans. His chest heaves as you stroke him slowly, almost leisurely, taking your time. “Before… shit… before we go too far…” 
“Ah, right, we should cover anything that’s out of bounds,” Taehyung nods. 
“No choking. No toe sucking,” you say, scrunching up your face, hand not ceasing in its ministrations. “It tickles too much.” 
“Yeah, she really hates that,” Taehyung chuckles. “I’m open to anything. What about you, Kook? I’m a hands-on person. Do you prefer that I keep them to myself?”
Jungkook nibbles at his lip ring. “You can touch,” he murmurs, tips of his ears flushing as he glances at his friend. “But like, I was going to ask, do you have a condom, or…”
“She’s clean,” Taehyung pipes up between grunts. “Both tested recently, both clear. And she’s got an IUD, so you can come inside her as much as you want. She fucking loves that.”
Your boyfriend’s bluntness snaps you out of your daze. Jungkook’s eyes widen again. He glances back at you, and you grin, lightly squeezing the head of his cock to make him gasp. 
“It’s true. Come on, Kookie,” you coo, leaning forward to brush your mouth against his ear. “Be a good boy and fill me up.” 
With a desperate whine, Jungkook crushes your body to his, swallowing your surprised yelp with his kiss. You lean into him, trying to soak up every inch you can touch, absorbing everything, every little detail, from the curl of his lips down to the thickness of his thighs as he urges you onto your back, pressing you into the bed with his weight. You don’t want to forget a second of this, of him, of the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. It feels so different from how Taehyung does. So new.
His mouth covers yours, kisses turning frantic as he rubs the head of his cock through your sodden folds. “Fuck, want you so bad,” he whispers, and you moan in reply. He drags his mouth down the side of your neck as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend.
Taehyung’s arranged himself against the headboard, propped up on pillows as he strokes himself, long, languid strokes that prolong his pleasure. You know he could sit there for ages just edging himself if he wanted to. He gives you a soft smile before looking at Jungkook. 
“Well, Jungkookie, are you going to give my love what she’s been wishing for? Or do I need to show you how it’s done?” 
Jungkook tears his lips away from the hickey he’s sucking into your throat to glance at Taehyung. “No, hyung,” he says, “I know what she needs.”
Taehyung’s smile sharpens. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck her.” 
With that command, Jungkook pushes inside. You whimper as his thick cockhead slides past your folds. He hisses, moving slowly, giving you time to adjust to him, but you can tell from the way he grits his teeth that it’s taking all his strength not to just slam all the way in. Running your fingertips over the tight muscles of his shoulders, you lift your head a little to press your lips against his. He hums into the kiss, relaxing, slipping further and further inside you, until he bottoms out. 
“Are you okay?” he asks. 
Taehyung’s not a small man, but he’s not girthy like Jungkook, and it’s a new stretch, but he feels incredible. You nod at Jungkook’s question, and he drops a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. 
And then he snaps his hips. 
“Oh, fuck!” you moan as Jungkook repeats the movement, thighs slapping against your ass as he plunges deeper. His tattooed hand grips your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around him as he rolls again and again into you. Winding your fingers into his hair, you bring his mouth back to yours, sighing against his lips as he fucks you deep and slow. 
The two of you lose yourselves in one another, until there’s a loud slapping noise and Jungkook suddenly bucks upwards. You break apart to find Taehyung hovering over your figures, hand rubbing one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks, where he’s just delivered a sharp smack. 
“Jungkookie, I thought I told you to fuck her, not make love to her. Do I need to show you the difference?”
Jungkook makes a noise like a strangled whimper. He shakes his head. 
“Then show me that you understand.” 
Jungkook groans, rolling his head to look at you. You brush a sweaty lock out of his face. 
“Please, Kookie. Fuck me hard.” 
The words have barely left your lips when Jungkook rises up on his knees, crawling off the bed. He grasps your ankles and tugs you down to the edge. 
“Holy shit!” you gasp as he flips you onto your stomach, handling you like you’re made of air. Taehyung’s never been able to throw you around like this, or maybe he hasn’t wanted to, but a dark thrill runs through you at Jungkook’s roughness and you moan, and you can tell from the little “Fuck” your boyfriend utters that he’ll likely take a page out of Jungkook’s book the next time the two of you are alone. 
“Up for me,” Jungkook demands, hands pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass in the air. “Stay there, right like that.” 
A pair of lips kiss your exposed cunt, tenderly sucking the tiny pearl there. “Ah, Kookie, so good,” you keen. 
His mouth pulls away, and there’s no warning before his cock slides in. This time, there’s no delay, no waiting while you take him in. Jungkook moves quickly, fucking you like a man possessed, driven only by the need to bury himself deep in your waiting heat, to hear you pant and moan and cry his name, which you do, with every sharp thrust.
“Goddamn, so tight,” Jungkook grunts, sweat dripping down the gentle slope of his nose and rolling off your back. “Feel so fucking good, baby.” 
“So good!” you echo, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, fists balling in your sheets with your effort. 
“There you go. Good boy,” Taehyung drawls, sliding up the bed towards you. You turn your face to look at him, but you can’t really focus, eyes rolling back in your head as Jungkook tilts your ass up higher, searching for the perfect angle. He knows he’s hit it when your moans turn to wails. 
“Ah, fuck, Kookie, yes, right there!” 
“That’s right, keep saying my name,” Jungkook rasps, hand cupping your ass, kneading the soft flesh there. “Goddamn, look at this ass bounce.” The room fills with ringing smacks as he delivers a series of quick slaps to your cheek. 
Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, burning up with Jungkook’s every move. His deep strokes have the knot in your gut reaching an unbearable tightness. You drop onto your elbows, pressing your face into a pillow as you let Jungkook take complete control.
“Taehyung.” You barely recognize your own voice, so utterly wrecked. 
Taehyung caresses your cheek, tipping your face so you can look at him. “What is it, love? What do you need?” 
“You,” you croak, pleading with your eyes. 
“You know how to ask,” he replies, fist rolling over his flushed head, and you whine, head lolling as Jungkook pulls your attention back by thrusting in deep and grinding against you, bringing his arms up to wrap around your stomach. 
“Tae, please. Need your cock,” you manage to groan, and Taehyung flashes his boxy smile. 
“That’s my good girl.” As you open your lips, he plunges his cock inside. The salt clinging to his skin hits your tongue as he fills your mouth. When you moan in satisfaction, he tips his head back with a sigh. “Shit, that’s it, love. Always so good for me.” 
Jungkook still clings to your back. He slows his pace a little, shallowly rutting into you while his hands grope at your breasts. The break gives you a chance to breathe a little and enjoy the way Taehyung languidly pumps into your mouth. Although you’re enjoying the closeness of Jungkook’s unhurried movements, your boyfriend tuts. 
“Jungkookie, are you tiring out already? Where’s your stamina?” He cups your chin, thumb stroking your cheek as you stare up at him through fluttering lashes, swallowing around his hard length. “My love here can go all night. If you’re too tired to get her off…” he sighs, shaking his head. “We’ll be so disappointed.” 
Jungkook growls into the nape of your neck. “Not tired. Just, mmm, just wanted to be… deep….” He pinches your nipples as he thrusts harder, and you arch your back, trying to take him deeper without moving your head. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”
“Mmmph,” you whimper around Taehyung’s dick, shoving your hips back onto Jungkook again. The fire simmering inside you flares with every stroke. 
“Come on,” Taehyung encourages, hips bucking a little faster as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Come on, Jungkookie. She’s been such a good girl for you, hasn’t she? Taking everything you’re giving her. Isn’t that the sweetest little cunt you’ve ever fucked?” His cock slides faster as he speaks, slipping down your throat, triggering a wave of saliva that you struggle to swallow down. He groans at the tightness. “Such a perfect girl, so good, so tight, just wanna fill her up, don’t you?”
Jungkook’s groans roll through you. Goosebumps ripple down your arms as he straightens up, and you miss the warmth of his body immediately. Then Taehyung pulls out and you can’t stifle your whine, feeling even more empty and cold, but he just laughs. 
“You can have it again later, love, but I think right now Jungkookie’s going to give you what you’ve been waiting for.” 
With a wink, he sits back on the pillows to watch. Jungkook places his hands on your belly and pulls you upright, securing you against his chest with his strong arms as he starts to rock his hips up into you again. He quickly sets a mindblowing rhythm, pounding into you, holding you up when your thighs quiver too much from the strain.
“That’s it, take it,” he rasps, hot breath brushing past your ear, stoking the flames inside you higher and higher. “Shit, gonna fill you up so good, you’ll be carrying me for days.” 
“Kook!” you groan, a broken cry, nothing but unrestrained desire in your voice. 
“Oh, does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook’s fingers find your clit and begin to rub. “You wanna be full of me? Walk around knowing I’ve been inside you, that, nnngh, that,” his panting gets louder as he feels you starting to clench around him, “that I’m still inside you?”
“Yes, Kookie, please!” 
“Fuck!” His fingers trace shapes over your clit, sketch confessions that you’ll never read, and you begin to fall apart. He follows. “Ah, fuck, just want - want you to remember-”
Like your bodies, your voices intertwine as you both come, your walls gripping his cock, draining him of everything he has. Taehyung observes in rapt silence, hand no longer moving, just holding himself as he watches his best friend and his girlfriend reach their climaxes together. 
Once your legs feel solid again, you lean forward, letting Jungkook’s cock slip from you as you rest on your forearms, pressing your face into a cool pillow. You feel a hand stroking the back of your head and turn to find Taehyung smiling at you. 
“You okay, love?” 
You’re amazing right now, on an absolute high. There’s only one thing that could make it even better.
You smile back, reaching for him. As Jungkook collapses onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, Taehyung tucks himself into your embrace, covering your body with his. He doesn’t feel new like Jungkook did. 
He feels like home. 
“Want you, Tae,” you whisper, and he nuzzles your nose with his. 
“Are you sure?” he asks, checking to make sure you can take more. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care.
“Yes,” you breathe, and then he’s inside you, filling you up again, just the way you need. His hands clasp yours, pinning them over your head, as he fucks you into the bed, driving you deeper and deeper, not for a second minding that Jungkook is mere inches away. 
“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groans, forehead nudging yours. “Think I can feel Jungkookie in here.” 
Moaning, you twist your head, looking for the other man. Jungkook shifts closer, lightly tracing your jawline with sure fingers. He looks at Taehyung, who nods, then he leans over and kisses you, soft and lingering. 
Taehyung releases one of your hands so that you can tangle your fingers in Jungkook’s hair. With his free hand, Taehyung slides a pillow under your hips, and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth at the sudden change in angle. “Ah, look at you two,” Taehyung moans, hips picking up speed. “What a pretty picture.” 
His strokes have found that spot inside you, sparking a new flame, surprising you with its swiftness. When you start to whine, Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth, and you suck wildly on the wet organ, drool coating the bottom of your face in your frenzied need. The flame bursts forth, burning everything away but you and Taehyung and Jungkook, and with a shuddering cry, your boyfriend spills inside you, coming undone as well. 
There are no exclamations or cries now as the three of you lie panting on your bed. Instead, there is a comfortable silence, almost as unexpected as Taehyung’s gift was earlier. Things should be awkward now, shouldn’t they? And yet, they’re not.
Taehyung is the first to move. He leaves a kiss on your shoulder as he rises off the bed. You watch him pad into the kitchen in all his naked glory, returning a moment later with water and three packs of your favorite gummies.
“Here, Kook.” He rips the corner off a pack and hands it to his friend before doing the same for you. “Have a snack.” 
Jungkook giggles, the sound so light and innocent compared to the debauched noises the three of you were just making. “First a threesome, now snacks? I’m staying over more often.” 
You join him in giggling, playing with his curls again. “We always have snacks after sex. I think maybe you’re just not doing it right.” 
He sputters in mock rage, tickling you until you snort water out of your nose, at which point Taehyung sighs with a fond grin and takes your drink away.
“Okay, I think it’s time for bed. We usually shower together afterward, Jungkook. Do you want to join us?” 
At the man’s silent nod, Taehyung takes your hand in his, then he grabs Jungkook’s and leads you both into the bathroom. Your shower isn’t very big but somehow it holds three bodies just fine. As the warm water caresses your skin, you lather Taehyung’s back, and Jungkook rinses yours. There’s little talking, mostly just quiet hums and tired giggles as you gently wash away the night’s exertion. 
Afterward, you wrap yourself in your soft blankets as Taehyung and Jungkook cuddle up to you, same positions as before, Taehyung's arm draped under your breasts, Jungkook’s arm slung over your stomach. You have both of your hands tangled in their hair. The three of you lie quietly for a while, just enjoying the closeness. 
“This is nice,” Jungkook eventually murmurs, face half-buried in one of your pillows. “I’m glad I came over.” 
“So am I,” you tell him, fingers brushing his raven locks off his face so you can see his sleepy smile. “Thanks for staying.” 
“Our door is always open, Kook,” your boyfriend adds. “Take that however you want.” 
Jungkook hums, already falling asleep. He starts to snore a little, and you smile, knowing how exhausted he is. You’re almost ready to drop yourself, but not quite. 
As unobtrusively as you can, careful not to wake Jungkook, you turn over, facing Taehyung. He’s still awake, favoring you with one of his boxy grins as you look at him. 
“Did you enjoy your gift?” 
Even in the dim light from the street outside, you know your smile must be blinding right now. “It was amazing. Best present ever. Thank you, Tae.” His hand slides around your back as you kiss him, hoping your lips can impart all of the love you feel but can’t express right now, because words simply aren’t enough. “You always spoil me too much. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 
“Nothing’s too much for my good girl,” he says, rolling onto his back so you rest your head on his shoulder, slotting yourself against him. You fit together perfectly. “Get some rest, love.”  
You smile as you drift off to sleep.
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angelpuns · 9 months
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Made up fic name called stolen sunshine
OKAY I HAVE BEEN LOOKNG AT THIS ALL DAY WITH 0 IDEAS AND THEN BAM IT FLEW INTO MY BRAIN
SEPARATED MIKEY AU
AHH
I have never really been inteested in writing my own separated au but LISTEENNNN
imagine it: baby Mikey. Splinter leave him behind because he thinks he's dead. I'm talking Mikey is hiding in his shell and Splinter is like ' this will e less painful if i leave this turtle here cause I'm p sure he ain't with us' type vibes. Not on purpose like he knows Mikey is alive yknow?
Raised by Draxum? Nah. RAISED BY HUGINN AND MUNINN
HEAR ME OUT
THEM SECRETLY RAISING MIKEY??? IMAGINE THE FUN!! IMAGINE THE ANGST!!!
AHHH
During the perod that Draxum is rebuilding I imagine he doesn't call on them quite as much so they're just like ' more time to raise our fucking kid i guess'
they're kinda just two guys raising a kid for fun i gues is the vibes
Draxum doesn't find out until he meets the other turtles and is like ' besties where's the other one' and they're like ' what other one'
chaos ensues because Splinter says he left him there but Draxum would have found him?? everyone is cpnfused.
meanwhile Mikey is having a grand time living in the hidden city mindin his own business
Huginn and Muninn are trying to get him out of there before the turtles or draxum finds him cause whoops they're attached to him now
that's all I got
his name is still Mikey cause idk one of em likes art or smthn
yeah there we go
also absolutely there would be a cameo of the mud dogs ( they show up every now and then to spoil him and they're his unofficial uncles)
I don't have a blurb for this one but maybe I'll doodle it out later for fun <333
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Ten Years Earlier...
All right, it's my first COD fic and it's smut (there's a running theme happening today). This is oc x canon which is know is not everyone's jam (DLDR). Also my first time writing Captain Price (so be gentle with me folks)
Set in 2012, Rory Sinclair (my oc) is a Corporal with the British army on leave and she just so happens to run into a certain Captain (Lieutenant at the time, this is mutton chop free John) at a bar where they share a bathroom cubicle together.
words: 3339
Pairing: Captain Price x OC
Fandon: Call of Duty: MW
Smut under the cut, 18+ MINORS DNI
P in V sex, hand jobs, fingering, semi-public sex, protected sex, stranger sex, with a big old heaping of praise and voice kink on top.
2012 - London, England - Lost Society Bar, Clapham 21:00 
Rory shivered as the night air kissed her bare shoulders. The bass beat of the rock music playing inside thumping in her skull the same way the heavy wheels of an armored vehicle did. The kick of the drum, the steady march of boots. Blowing out the last puff of smoke from her cigarette, she stubbed out the butt on the railing she was leaning over and headed back inside to the attic club. 
Five years she’d been fighting in Afghanistan, and leave always felt far too short compared to the time spent on the ground. Her father told her to take the time she was given and have some fun, it wasn’t too often a hero got to come home and rest, to everyone else she knew that meant going out on a Saturday night and getting piss drunk for fun. 
Sydney, her best friend in the trenches, a perky blonde who had the choice of the army or a juvenile detention center in Aberdeen all those years ago, took her by the arm. “Come on, happy hour’s starting.”
“I don’t think I need anymore, Syd.”
“Fuck off, you and me are out to get hammered and then head home with some fit blokes. We spent enough time getting shot at, I intend to get bent over and fucking railed.”
Rory rolled her eyes but followed her friend to the bar, ordering a whiskey – neat – while Sydney lined up a row of vodka shots, quickly tossing them down her neck. Sipping from her glass, she leaned her back against the bar, her elbows propped up on the counter as she scanned the bar’s makeshift dance floor. She couldn’t help her instincts kicking in, her battle-ready brain having her scan for threats… or perhaps a partner . 
Sydney tossed another shot back, her long lengths of hair shaking as she had a full body shiver, the liquor burning the back of her throat. “You need to relax, Ror. You’re going to scare the lads away. They can smell the fear on you like a pack of wild dogs.”
“Jesus Christ, Syd, I’m just getting the lay of the land.”
“We’re not in the fucking desert.” Tapping Rory’s army, she drank her last shooter and grabbed Rory’s hand to drag her to the dance floor. “Come on.”
“Nah, I’m gonna stay at the bar for a while. Might get a cab home soon.”
“Spoil sport,” Sydney huffed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rory said with a wave of her hand, unfazed by her friends mocking. “Have fun.”
“Whatever you say, Corporal,” Syd gave her a quick salute – which was nicer than the flip of the bird Rory had expected – before heading into the crowd, leaving her fellow soldier to her own company. 
Sighing, she took another sip of the amber liquor, her elbow knocking against the forearm of another, and her hazel eyes drifted over to a stocky man with a five o’clock shadow, his blue eyes sparkling as he met her with a smirk. “Sorry, love.”
Pulling her arms in towards herself, she gave him a friendly smile. “My fault, sorry.”
His brow furrowed slightly, leaning in towards her so he didn’t have to yell over the music. “Are you American?”
“No.” She shook her head, her long brown ponytail swaying against her shoulders. “Canadian.”
His smirk grew a little wider, blue eyes gleaming. “Should’ve figured that when you actually apologized.”
“Our reputation precedes us, eh?” She teased, putting on a heavier, more distinct Canadian accent, the kind that brought to mind Mounties and maple syrup.
“Only a little, yeah.” He waved at the barkeeper trying to get their attention. “On vacation then?”
“No. On leave – just got back from Afghanistan.”
He looked her over, straightening in his seat. His smile fading as he blinked rapidly for a moment, caught off guard to see someone like her as a soldier. “No shit.”
Her new friend tried once more to get the attention of the barkeeper, waving his hand, failing to even get a glance. Placing her hand on top of his, she winked, “Allow me.” Bringing her fingers to her lips, she whistled, the high pitch squeal enough to grab the barkeep's attention. Adding a wave and a smile on top of it, ensuring she was served next, she turned back to the man beside her and continued their conversation, “Why? You too?” 
“Urzikstan.” He said, nodding. 
He spoke in short, abrupt sentences. His voice gruff. She should have known he was a soldier. Her brows raised as she hummed into her drink, taking a sip and then hissing at the burn. “Small world.”
“Apparently.”
When the barkeeper came over, she was quick to continue the interaction. “Another whiskey for me, and one for my friend here?” She asked him with a cock of her brow.
“Yeah, whiskey’s good.” His grin was charming. The way his brow lifted, and his jaw shifted as he looked her up and down enough to tell her he was interested. “I’m going to have to remember that trick, though I doubt it’ll work as well for me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” She stretches her arms out, pushing away from the bar. It had been so goddamn long since she’d flirted with anyone. “You’re handsome enough,” she said with a playful nod of her head.
He gave her a half smile and tapped the corner of his lighter on the counter, shifting his shoulders. “Glad someone thinks so.”
She leaned against the counter with one elbow, twirling the length of her ponytail around her fingers, her attention firmly planted on him. “Please, a strapping soldier like you, I’m sure you have a port in every storm,” she said half jokingly, but almost expecting it to be true. 
“Not really my thing,” he said with a slight narrowing of his eyes, his voice lowering. 
Looking up at him through her lashes, the lump in her throat suddenly formed. She could feel the flush coming on and she held out her hand to formally greet him before she said something that might get her in trouble. “I’m Rory. Rory Sinclair.”
“John Price.”
Shaking hands, he held her tight in his grip and she could feel the calluses on his palm brush up against her. She couldn’t help but notice how tiny her hand looked in comparison to his, and suddenly the battle-ready brain went quiet. On her own, dressed in a cocktail dress and heels, the combat gear nowhere in sight, she licked her lips, her mouth opened, and a soft sigh drifted from her.
The bathroom stall door burst open as John pushed her back into the cubicle, pressing her into the wall, their mouths locked in a kiss. Closing the door, he fumbled with the lock for a moment before his hand returned to her waist, the other with a firm grip on her jaw as he tilted her mouth up to meet his. Breathless, her hands grabbed at his back as she held him tighter to her. “I never do this sort of a thing,” she mumbled between kisses. Nodding, he kissed her harder, his lips overtaking hers, and she moaned into his mouth.  Hands slipping to his belt, she started to undo the buckle. Fighting with it, struggling, a nervous chuckle slipped from her as his large hands held hers. 
Breaking their kiss, he gave her a smile and a wink. “Lemme help you with that, love.” With a quick motion, his belt came loose. He had deft hands, used to having to work fast while under fire. Taking a piss in the desert sometimes meant life or death. 
Her hand rose to his shoulder, curling around the back of his head to pull him in for another kiss, and she purred as a hand drifted up the warm skin of her thighs, fingers trailing up the hem of her skirt to rest on the waistband of her thong. His fingertips just skimmed her flesh under the material, but it was enough to send a shiver through her. Looking down at herself, her dress hiked up around her waist, and his hands hooked through her panties, she weighed out her options. She was on the pill, but…
“Have you got protection?”
“A good soldier never goes in unprepared.”
She huffed out a laugh and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, shifting his hand to slip down the front of her panties, resting it against her mound. Heat radiated off her, building as his fingers began to stroke her folds. Swallowing thickly, her mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips. Already aroused from them kissing, his touch was setting her on fire, biting her lip to hold in her moan as his thumb pressed to her clit.
“Already wet for me, Rory?” He purred, his northern accent getting thicker as he leaned down towards her, his mouth sucking on her neck, his tongue dragging against her thumping veins. 
“I said you were handsome,” she breathed. 
Chuckling, he pressed his free hand to the wall by her head, caging her in against the cubicle wall until she was pressed flush against it. Rubbing circles against her throbbing clit, his other fingers began to delve into her dripping cunt. Entering her, stretching her, sinking deeper inside of her. Pumping in and out. Slowly. His kisses became slower, deeper. His lips bruising hers, her pink pout made swollen and sore. With a lick of his lips, his tongue entered her mouth, and she could taste the smoke and liquor on his breath.  
Sliding her hand down the front of his boxers, she wrapped her slender fingers around the head of his hard cock, and it throbbed against her touch. Her fist slowly lowering along his shaft to the base, dragging the pre-cum that leaked from his cock down it, and a groan fell from his lips. Stroking him over and over, squeezing slightly as she did so, her eyes were glued to his. A hungry gleam in her stare, watching as his brow furrowed and he started to pant, a low growl building in his chest as his kisses became rougher, trailing from her mouth down her neck, and further still to her collar bone. 
His hand, once pressed to the wall, slipped down her shoulder and over her chest, sliding down the front of her dress, and in past the cup of her bra. He squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple until she whined. His other hand still fucking into her, making her a whimpering mess. She bucked her hips up against him, driving his fingers in deeper. Writhing up against the wall, her back arching as he brought her close to her climax.  Mumbling against his kiss, “Please, fuck me.”
Looking up at her through his brow, he gave her a smile. His voice kept low, “Oh, I like the way you beg, darling.”
Her breath hitched in her throat, the knot in her core tightening and right on the verge of snapping under his touch. Her legs started to shake, her knees damn near buckling. “Please,” she whispers a little softer. 
His hand fell to the underside of her thigh, clamping around it as he lifted her leg, her knee parallel with his hip. Pulling her panties to the side, he lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and thrust up into her, giving her a moment to settle around him. Gasping as he pushed up into her, stretching her more than his fingers did, she sank down onto his shaft and a low moan escaped her, her eyes rolling back at how full she felt. 
“That’s it, love. You can take it, can’t you?” He cooed into her ear, praising her as he stroked her thigh gently with his thumb. Thrusting his hips slowly, he dragged the first few inches of his cock in and out of her, her arousal allowing him to slide easily inside of her with little friction. She could do nothing but nod, her mind too addled by the feeling of his cock inside of her to even think straight enough to speak. She hadn’t been fucked in so long, she barely had the time to masturbate if she wasn’t at the barracks or back home, and here was this fucking man to take her.
“That’s a good girl,” his gruff tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she grabbed at his waist, pushing him in deeper, forcing a grunt out of him. His brow quirked up, and his blue eyes twinkled. She wasn’t some weak, timid little thing. “You want more, darling?”
“Yeah, I do.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and encircled his waist with her legs. Lifting her up in his arms, her back was shoved up against the flimsy wall of the bathroom stall, a breathy laugh escaping them both as their exploits made a thunderous bang. 
“I can give you more.” He let his jeans and underwear slip down his legs, wrapping around his knees and pooling at his feet, as he fucked up harder into her, filling her with as much of his length as she could take. His gaze fell to where his cock disappeared inside of her, watching as it stroked back and forth, in and out of her, glistening because of her. “Fucking hell. Your cunt feels fucking incredible. So fucking tight,” he groaned out. 
She had no answer, no response, all she could do was moan. Her cunt clenching around him, dripping all over his cock. She kissed him, hard . Her teeth dragging against his lower lip as she curled her hips up towards him, rocking against him as he continued to thrust, bouncing her up and down as his hips met with hers. The smack of skin on skin clapping together filling the bathroom even as other patrons entered and exited. It didn’t matter now, wrapped up in his arms, her head spinning – the good Canadian girl had been put to bed. 
Her head lolled back as she could feel the muscles in her legs tighten, squeezing around him, locking him in. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she growled, her nails dragging across his shoulders. The base of her spine felt like it was on fire, a quick stinging cramp, and suddenly she went rigid, fighting to get out words as she came, “You are so fucking hot.”
His laugh was warm and genuine, smiling against her lips as he kissed her, stealing what little of her breath she had left. “Much appreciated, love,” he stuttered between the bucking of his hips. “I’m getting close, you mind –?” He eyed down at his jeans on the floor. 
“Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry .” 
His grin was unable to fade as she continued apologizing. “And to think I thought you were American.”
She rolled her eyes and loosened the grip of her thighs around his waist as he lowered her back to the floor. Bending down, he looked up at her, his glance drifting to her cunt and the sheen of her arousal on the inside of her thighs. His tongue dragged across his lips before grabbing the condom from his jeans and standing up. 
“Yeah, you really don’t have a port in every storm,” she teased. 
“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. Bringing the condom wrapper to his mouth, he tore it open and pulled out the rubber, slipping it down his still hard cock. His gaze drifted over her again, taking in her curves before focusing on her eyes. “You really are lovely.”
“Am I?” She said, with hands on her hips, pretending not to have fallen for his charms already. 
He nodded, his hand collecting her chin before he kissed her again – slow, languishing, heated. “Why don’t you turn around for me,” he purred. A hint of a command in his voice. 
She looked up at him and smiled, her cheeks blushing as she turned around and lifted up her dress for him once more. Glancing at him over her shoulder, he gave her another smirk as he dragged his fingers along his tongue and ran them between her thighs and across the folds of her still soaking cunt. Saddling himself up against her, grabbing her hips, he tucked up against her ass and pushed up into her still needy cunt. A tight fit at first, as he started to move inside of her again, penetrating her, she started to open like a flower. 
Rory moaned, resting her forehead against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut as he filled her to the brim. Slipping his hand down the front of her panties, he stroked her clit while squeezing her hip with the other hand. His thrusts were powerful, determined. Her nails dragged down against the wall with nothing to cling to, her breath fighting to leave her as she mewled, pressed up against it with nowhere to go. “Feels so fucking good. Jesus, god , your cock is amazing.”
His mouth fell to her neck, sucking yet more hickeys on her skin. Leaving his mark. “Yeah? You like that?”
“Mhmm,” her teeth dragged over her lip, and she was getting close all over again. Grabbing at his hand between her legs, she was forced to stop him as another wave washed over her and her knees nearly gave out under her. 
“Easy there, darling.” He held her, his body pressed tight against her, keeping her safe. Protected. “I’ll be gentle with you now, eh?” He whispered, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, his stubble burning her. 
She wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, clinging to him as he kissed her. His thrusts slowing, getting deeper. Groaning against her, mumbling her name as he got closer to the edge himself. His grip got tighter on her hip, his pace no longer maintained, his breath huffing out against her in hot blasts, fanning against her neck. “So fucking pretty.” His arm snaked around her waist. His. “God, I’m so fucking close.” His fingers dug into her hip, hard enough to bruise and with the last few stuttering thrusts, he came inside her. 
They stood there together, two strangers, only knowing each other’s name and occupation, and yet he held her tight. His hand trailing up her waist and letting her dress slip back down to cover her thighs as he slowly pulled away from her, trying to catch his breath. 
Fixing her dress and running a hand over her forehead and down the side of her face, she turned around to face him. They stood there, staring, not sure what to say to each other. “Listen, I, uh –” she stammered and looked down at her heels as he grabbed his underwear and jeans from the floor, pulling them back up his legs. “I’m only on leave for a few weeks, I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
“Not to worry, love. I’m in the same boat.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said with a smirk.
“I mean, it was…” she exhaled deeply, “It was very good. I would totally call you again.”
He clenched his jaw and smiled at her, his brow creasing as he looked up at her from under it. “You don’t have to stroke my ego, darling. I get it.”
“Well, um, I guess if I see you out there in the field, or whatever…”
He kissed her again, leaning over her. “Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?” Hazel eyes stared at his mouth as he spoke, his voice low and gravely. “It was nice meeting you, Rory.”
“You too, John.”
Saying nothing more, he ducked out of the stall, leaving her there to clean up. She shoved the door to the stall closed and couldn’t help but giggle to herself. Syd was right, they were there to get bent over and railed after all. 
That was certainly one way to spend her leave.
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dotdothoneypot · 8 months
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Text Me *teaser*
Synopsis: Geto×Reader fic. You're a spoiled little rich girl whose dad hired Geto and Gojo to be your bodyguard(babysitter more like). Inspired by Tangerine and Lemon from Bullet Train if you squint. Reader is a phone sex operator for fun. Geto finds out and shamelessness transpires.
Tw: sex work, mild kidnapping, rough horsing around with gojo, rough sex,maybe minor dub con elements, oral giving and receiving, afab femme reader, geto is kind of a creep but he's our creep so it's okay :3
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"There you are!"
A muffled sing song voice met with a giggle rang behind you. Before "huh" even got a chance to escape your lips, a cloth was almost suffocatingly slapped over your nose and mouth.
The club was loud, smokey, with eyes too drunk (and whatever else) to notice anything beyond the blurred lights surrounding them. Despite your resistance and attempts at screams, no one was the wiser you were essentially being kidnapped. Your captor effortlessly zigzagged amongst the crowd, and before you knew it, your ass was slammed against the backseat floor of an all black Escalade.
"Hey, baby! You miss us?" Looking up you see flourescent blue eyes. The most God forsaken blues you could ever hope to see.
"Oh fu-!"
His raven haired friend didn't say a word. He hopped in the front seat and let Gojo do the talking(as he always did).
"Dear old daddy said you weren't answering your phone. He had us catch up with ya. If you're going to be 'studying' half way across the world the least you could do is answer his texts." He slams the door in your face, letting out an impish laugh before hopping in the front seat and buckling up. "Safety first."
You shoot him a pointed glare. "Okay you see I'm fine. I'm going ba-" Geto stomps on the gas the sheer force knocks you even further back before he slams the break, knocking you forward again like a rag doll. "What's your fucking pro-"
Geto turns giving you the blankest stare he could muster. You were sure he practiced that shit in the mirror daily, with his brooding ass. "Your dad wants us to keep an eye on you, and I'm not quite in the mood to hang around your drunk friends all night."
"For the record, I was fine with it." Gojo shoots you that smile. Probably more to be around pretty girls than doing his job, that was nothing new.
Turning around and returning to the wheel, "we are going back to your apartment. You might want to buckle your seatbelt."
You roll your eyes and sit in the cold leather seats. At this point you knew better than to talk back or ask for anything else. If Gojo hadn't already convinced him to go ahead and party a bit, he wasn't going to.
"Oh, honey. At least buy me dinner first." You roll your eyes, securing your own belt then tap on Gojo's shoulder. "Put some music on," you hiss.
He grins eyes closed and pulls out his smart phone. "DADDY'S HOOOOME" shakes out the speakers.
"NO, NOT THIS AGAIN!" You reach forward to snatch his phone out his hands, his speed and strength by far outweighed your own. His big hand and spider leg fingers nearly swallowed your whole face entirely before shoving you backwards into your seat.
"My phone my song, babe!"
You scoff and face back out the window. Geto witnessed it from out the corner of his eye. "Don't be a dick, Satoru. We're already forcing her to go home." For as cold as he could be, he was also fair. Gojo makes a disgusted "blegh" Before handing you his phone.
"Fine, if I don't like it we're turning off the radio."
"Mhmm". You put on an r'nb Playlist you find and let it go. You knew that's the one genre the two of you had in common, earning no complaints from the silver fox in front of you.
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Kicking off your shoes you all drawl in.
"Would anyone like a drink?" A bit of you asked to your own self and a bit to them.
"Nah" Gojo slumps on your couch, kicking his feel on your coffee table. Geto also shook his head no and took a seat next to Gojo.
"Ah, Satoru!" Geto notes your PS5.
"Oooohhh! When did you get this, babe?!"
"A few weeks ago." Coffee it is then. You rummage through your cabinets for the coffee tin. "I'm gonna brew some up then go change. Try not to miss me too much."
You saunter into your room and after rummaging through your drawer for a bit you settle for some booty shorts an a long sleeved pajama top that barely covered your ass.
You let out a small side, boredom already bleeding through you. Your friends were probably all drunk and enjoying themselves, getting free drinks they didnt need from the both the ugly and blessed.
On the ride home you'd texted them saying you were safe, that youd only been kidnapped by Gojo and Geto *again*, sending them a pic of the two arguing confirming your trecherous situation. Of course, all they were interested in was you hooking up and getting the dick report for them finally. Hoes.
An itch tickles at your better judgment as you shift your phone along in your hands. Coming to a decision a few taps and scrolls, you were now available to sext. Did you need the money? Absolutely not. You never would. But a little bit of cheeky fun was in order if you were gonna be stuck in your apartment with those two.
On a busy *and horny* Saturday night it might be a bit before you got a buzz, you hop back to the living area with tweedle dee and tweedle dum sitting your phone on the coffee table and skipping into your kitchen, snatching the coffee you mixed to your liking.
"Ahhh~" and not a moment after your tail met the seat between them-
"Where's ours?" Gojo pouts at your mug.
"Uh you said you didn't want any?"
"Satoru and I thought you meant alcohol. I would prefer tea but Satoru likes coffee. His extra sweet, please." The smile on Geto's face would have been pleasant if it wasn't so obviously teasing.
"Ugh fine" you sit up and nearly slam your mug on the coffee table, none the wiser than Geto is following your every move with a small smirk. "What else, my king. When I get back I'll give you both the sloppiest of toppy while I'm at it." By then you're already in your small kitchen rummaging through k cups and tins of various teas. They were gonna get whatever you had the most of and like it.
As the hot water was dispersing in Geto's mug you hear a vibrate from the coffee table. Ah shit.
"Ha ha. What a funny number. What's it-"
You lunge full speed back to the TV area, snatching your smart phone that Gojo was dangling in the face of Geto eyebrow raised.
"Haha ah I was only joking. I didn't even read it. But now I wanna-" Before he could reach out his hand you snatched it away from him.
"Could you please grow up and mind your business?"
"Don't be mad at me. Was that a boyfriend."
Too caught up in Gojo's teasing, going back and forth with him like bickering children "I don't have a boyfriend, numb nuts. So no." you don't even notice Geto had picked up who the source of the number could be. More or less what it's for at least. It would be something he'd have to get back to later. He was practically babysitting you afterall.
"Sweetheart, weren't you making us coffee and tea? The water is getting cold."
"Yeah, babe. You can text your boyfriend later. Make us our drinks."
"Oh, honey. I'll get right to it. Want me to hold the piss this time."
Gojo fake pouts, "baby, that's the best part."
An eyeroll or two later their drinks were deliciously made. Earning a hum of approval from Gojo and sweet thank your from Geto.
"You're playing Fortnite? How fitting. Beat any nine year olds yet." You snort before plopping back down between them. Geto's manspread 'coincidentally' widening, give you some thigh to thigh action. Thinking it an accident, you tuck your legs under you, and grab the throw blanket to snuggle solo in.
"The nine year olds are the toughest opponents. You should know since the game was already downloaded and you're a level 98"
"I play with my nephew."
"I bet you do."
Another buzz and vibrate of your phone. Sneakily you try to examine the message with a shield from your covers. Gojo is too busy scrolling through skins to choose from for his next match. Geto, however, is looking for confirmation of his suspicions.
You don't even note the added warmth of his body heat when he ever so slightly shifts closer to you to get a peek at your screen. That signature wry smirk tugging at his lips when he reads the flirty hello followed by your sultry 'stage' name.
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therealvinelle · 8 months
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I'm not going to read Writhing Coils bc the tags = nah for me to read in detail but after the last ask I would be FASCINATED to get a summary if you're willing to do so (especially re: had sex wirh what he thought was carslisle in front of Bella???)
PFFFFFT.
Scared of the tentacle sex and hentai tags I see, oh anon you are a coward. I appreciate the honesty. There is something Shakespearean about you.
Look, @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin, anon is an honest coward!
Anon is referring to this fic, and since I spoil the first five chapters under the cut I'm readmoreing this post.
To summarise:
Edward backs out of the wedding night at the last minute on Isle Esme, too scared to hurt Bella. Bella, wanting to be alone and have a good cry, goes swimming on her own where she finds Edward who is suddenly willing again. And my god, turns out he had tentacles down there.
This, Bella decides, explains a lot in retrospect.
Because she loves Edward more than the world itself she assures him that she accepts him, the tentacles don't make a difference to her just as the vampirism didn't. They make love and it's beautiful albeit tentacle-y.
Bella returns to the house, where Edward is pretending it didn't happen and only gives her funny looks when she insists it did. Alright, you had a weird dream, Bella, I won't judge you.
"I really don't have tentacles, though."
Bella, now furious with him, can't believe his audacity when the next time she sees him in the water he's asking for sex again.
Then she sees Edward, who is on land, very much not tentacled, and looks back at her tentacle man and... oh no.
Through an unholy mix of wanting to justify herself because she definitely didn't cheat on her husband and being very taken in by the tentacle person's story (he's just trying to save his species!) Bella decides to take him with her to Forks, to introduce to the Cullens who surely will want to help.
She names him Heathcliff, puts him in a bowl, and tells Edward she caught a tropical fish.
Fast forward to Bella deciding it's best Heathcliff explain himself to Edward because somehow the Cullens just think she's had a nervous breakdown, and Heathcliff turns into Carlisle and is able to seduce Edward.
Edward, on realising after the deed is done that this wasn't Carlisle at all but a tentacle creature that raped his wife first and now just raped him, can either admit to Bella and himself that he would cheat on her with his father, or he can play along with her fiction that he only slept with Heathcliff to support her.
Really, though, he got raped and he proceeds to have a car ride where she's justifying pimping out his family as well. How's that marriage working out, Edward?
This all leads to them getting off the road to have a proper talk with Heathcliff in a motel, where Edward tries to kill him only to get overpowered and sexually assaulted again. Bella, through a massive show of cognitive dissonance, focused only on the part where Edward gives in and says "Oh no... he's gay."
Truly a fic of all time, I can't blame you not wanting to read it but I do consider those strong enough to stomach it true troopers.
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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years
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BY YOUR SIDE
summary: tom taking care of the reader whilst she's sick.
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader.
warnings: MAJOR FREAKIN' FLUFF!!
authors note: i wrote this headcannon bc im sick rn :( im also lonely NSDFJKNSDF so this is what i imagine it would be like having someone taking care of you (specifically, thomas). i wanted to work on another tom/steven fic i'm writing atm, but this was stuck in my head so... enjoy :)
i listened to "by your side" by flatsound, somewhere in writing this, hence the name <3
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right, so when you tell him you're sick, he is, of course, away shooting a film.
"Tommy, I promise you, I am fine."
but we all know you're actually fucking dying.
Tom's been with you for four years.
he can see right through you.
that's why Tom doesn't hesitate to take a week from set.
the producers weren't happy about it.
... but hey! can't film a movie without the actor, right?
when he comes home, not even a day later, he can't seem to find you or Tessa anywhere.
the house is oddly quiet.
but when he walks upstairs into your shared room, he finally sees you.
you're surrounded by an influx of tissues and Tessa's curled up next to you.
"Oh, baby," are the only words that come out of his mouth when he sees you.
you look up at him with pleading eyes, "Tommy?"
now, let me tell you,
this man spoils you.
absolute.
he's making you so much tea.
the mugs are equivalent to the amount of tissues surround the both of you now.
but Tom has also set a bin next to you so that you didn't have to get up.
he learns how to make soup with Sam over facetime.
"Fuck, I think I've done it wrong... Doesn't look like yours."
"Nah, it looks alright. If you're having that hard of a time, I can bring you some."
Tom takes a cautious sip with his own spoon, "Taste just fine."
it tastes really good.
like exceedingly good.
lets move on to the next wonderful thing he does for you.
baths.
so...
many...
baths...
you think you might as well be a fuckin' prune now.
but it's sweet and it actually makes you feel better.
one in the morning and one at night.
what's even better is that he carries you and washes you so that you don't have to do a single thing.
you'd die for this boy.
he washes your hair with your favourite shampoo and conditioner.
sometimes he takes them with you.
AND THE CUDDLES.
OHMYGOD THE CUDDLES.
he'll hold you close, even though, he risks getting sick.
the two of you sit around all day.
you're wearing his beanie and his sweatpants and his hoodie.
and he thinks you look absolutely dashing.
the two of you are definitely binging season two of Bridgerton.
it
is
a
must.
"IS EDWINA REALLY THAT BLIND?!" Thomas shouts.
"Darling, would you leave me for Anthony or Simon, had you been given the chance?"
.... silence.
"No. I wouldn't."
an absolute lie.
you both know it.
"It's okay, I would leave me too. They're two perfect men."
"You're perfect, too, Thomas."
he just holds you close.
sometimes the two of you watch TikTok,
or scroll through his Reels on Instagram.
there's nowhere in the world you would rather be but here.
in his arms.
nuzzling into his chest.
him kissing your forehead.
and the tip of your nose.
he cares for you so much.
it doesn't matter if you feel better or worse.
him just being here makes you happier than ever.
but when it's time for him to leave.
there's a long hug.
you actually feel better.
and he texts you every single day asking you how you feel until you're 100% better.
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tsunderesalty · 2 months
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Well, well, well. It has been quite some time since I last left you an ask of any kind (more like rambled forever on a tangent, but whatever lol). Anyways, this game seemed super cool, so I decided to return to Tumblr to do the thing... and here I am now! So onwards...
1 - So... this is very well timed, with you falling back into Arcane, but my favorite fic (beyond your lovely gift fics for me) was actually It Carries Over! And mind you, I'm not just saying that as a general sucker for 900 word fics (though that was a clear bonus, but because it felt so same-brainy in a way? The presentation, the emotional and relationship evolution between Cait and Vi over the three scenes feels like the perfect intersection between your style and my own, so it was very ooooooh to read and my brain really clicked on it! Of course, that was also a fic I reread (answering #12, alongside the gift fics).
Speaking of the gift-fics - both of those works, A Flower in Hands and A Brush in Hands, were super thoughtful and amazing (and were the 900 word type too)! Seeing you and @sliebman10 (who also wrote two super cool gift fics in my world... and I just realized I forgot to mention that in my ask to her oops, time for a part 2 ask after this XD) get your brains invaded by my idiots and writing pieces that are uniquely yours, even if closely aligned to my stuff, was really special and technically fascinating! Naturally, I've reread those pieces too XD
8 - The same-brain is strong, but the whole "building a scene in your head, and playing it like a movie" deal! I love how our brains are really similar in that outcome, but the way we get there is so different but similarly effective! But you already know that I revel in the details XD
9 - I am super excited for your new project! I don't want to spoil so much here, but after seeing you ramble on and on about the Lethal Company AU! It's always so delightful to see you ramble on about something you're super passionate about! That, and Part 2 of your inevitable Arcane brainrot, naturally XD
-Mizuka
I swear, every ask of yours starts with "Well, well, well", and all I can picture is us facing off like Perry the Platypus and Doofenshmirtz XD
Anyway, onto this wonderful ask!
I see you're still gloating about my Arcane demise -_- But seriously, all of the Arcane fics were so much fun to write, but It Carries Over holds a special place in my heart! I think it was the only real angst I wrote for CaitVi, and I liked exploring the changes they went through and how the world had to change just so they could keep meeting.
I'm very honored that you like the gifts I wrote for you so much, but I have to say only one was planned. Beau really went "Nah, you aren't doing a One-and-Done, pal! Get over here and help me with my beautiful hair!" It's like @udaberriwrites always says, blame Beau!
Look, my brain puts in soundtracks and cinematic angles for basic fics! I hear quivers in voices and can see facial expressions change! My brain is operating in 4K UltraHD! I just wish it would do the same for my own writing, that is, for actually writing the damn fics and not just daydreaming about them! Though I have to say, our brains seeing nearly the same thing while reading, down to the color of the scene, is just eerie and cool as fuck!
LETHAL COMPANY AU
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
IT'S GONNA BE SO FUCKING EPIC AND COOL AND ANGSTY AND HEARTWARMING AND HEARTBREAKING AND AND AND AND AND
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*Ahem*
Yes, I'm still very normal about it. I'm as normal about the Lethal Company AU as I am about Arcane. Also, how dare you decide I'm writing more Arcane!
*Shoves the five ideas I already have under the rug*
Come on.
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dulcewrites · 1 year
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Please give us more Bealor Aemyrah content/headcannons/ thoughts 🥺🥺🥺
Ask con: It’s just that in most fics Aemond is a girl dad and I found myself really enjoying the idea of Aemond as a boy dad
Aemond is def girl dad coded. Something about him screams I’m either gonna have the most tragic tortured relationship with my daughter or I’m gonna spoil her/them for the rest of her life. He’s very much the later with the twins
BUT something about Baelor and Aemond are so *clenches fist* good. Like Baelor is their first born, the baby they tried so hard for, the child that myrah was sick (and almost died) after having. He is a symbol of the good and bad parts of their relationship so far. Baelor doesn’t get how much his parents adore him, which is not necessarily a knock on him. He’s a teenager and sometimes teens are clueless and silly lol. Myrah sort of waves it off knowing he will grow out of it, but I think it really hurts Aemond. He tries very hard as a dad, and it’s hard for him not to take it as a reflection on him. Especially with whole horrible relationship with his own dad thing. They butt heads but Aemond would go to the ends of the earth for him
Anyway here’s some more light hearted things
- he starts training Baelor right around the time he did, so pretty young. Initially he asks criston to do it, bc criston is the reason why he’s so good. Criston is like nah you got this im passing the torch. It’s very sweet and a reminder that criston was there when viserys wasnts
- funnily enough though, Baelor takes after his surrogate paternal grandfather and his favorite weapon is the morning star. And unlike his father, he does enjoy himself a tourney. Much to Myrah’s chargin.
- he would never admit it out loud, but Baelor def starts growing his hair out bc of his dad
- growing up he was Aegon’s cup bearer (along with Maelor)
- which brings me to out of all his cousins. Him and Maelor are the closest. (Maelor and Baelor how cute)
-he gets his egg from dreamfyre. The dragon does end up hatching but the dragon dies quite young ☹️. Very devastating time for Baelor. He’s probably like eight or nine at the time. In a surprising twist of fate, Rhaenyra sends a new egg for him from syrax. Sort of her way of saying “hey maybe if I handled some other dragon related situations differently, we’d all have a better relationship”. Aemond is against it at first but Baelor is so excited about it that he lets him keep it. That egg hatches and it’s the dragon Baelor rides.
- Baelor’s first heartbreak comes at the age of 14. The gang go to visit Myrah’s maternal grandmother before she passes. They spend some weeks in the dornish marshes. He meets a girl he is SURE is going to marry. Myrah is like ://. Aemond tries to give him advise but Baelor is like “you married the first girl you liked 😐” and Aemond is just like damn he kind of got me there
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limetameta · 2 years
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limeta's going on a rant lads! adhd sponsored so you know it's gonna be incomprehensible :D
you know what i think
i think fanfic authors don't talk nearly enough about the themes they write in their own fics because they've been led to believe it's cringy if they do it on their own. that they need to wait for this gospel wielding reviewer who's going to understand the theme perfectly and notice all of the nuance and leave no stone unturned. that's a lot of pressure to put on a person who might just read a fic and comment superficially because they don't understand, don't have the words to explain, or otherwise don't WANT to get into the nitty gritties of the works. or the 'tiny intestines' how we like to say details in my language.
in my personal opinion the author should have full right and support to just go online, on their blog or other type of platform they're using and just go HAM. you posted a chapter, it's passed a couple of days, people have read it, you just go and TALK about that chapter. if you feel the inclination of course. or you go make MEMES about your own works. you ENTERTAIN YOURSELF first!! you know how they say you need to put your air mask on first and then help someone? BESTIE, SAME THING!
you feel like nobody in the reviews has commented on something you want to talk about - you start the dialogue yourself and see who joins up - there'll always be someone.
being your own biggest fan makes so you won't get bored of writing. and what do fans do? they talk about the work.
don't just sit in front of your computer and click refresh hoping someone reviews. it's discouraging! it's downright scary and sad! hell i wish i knew this when i was starting out ten years ago. i was so dead set on being the proper fanfic authorTM. now? after COVID???? nah, nobody's got the time for that.
you be the literature teacher talking about colour usage and prose and metaphors in your own fic. like you are SMART for using that colour. Like YEP people DEF need to pay attention but if they don't? if too much is going on in a chapter and people don't notice? This isn't a classic literature class man, just point it out to them. The pay off will be super cool and interesting anyway. Don't spoil your work, I mean (unless you want to, like what are they gonna do? you're the author you can just do a 180 and say psyche and fuck with them) but nudging your reading pals in the right direction like oh dude the colour red? the leitmotif of this story's progressing in xyz? nudge nudge, that might or might not come up later you know ;)
You know how you have those 10 page summaries in the beginning of classic books that explain the book to you and then you read the book and understand it? Don't put so much on the readers. Don't think they'll catch every little detail.
This isn't saying in no shape or form to dumb it down - just if you want to talk about it - you MENTION it. you praise yourself, buddy! you make your own memes if no one else will because you know how to have fun.
and trust me you know the characters the best for your own story so unless you actually talk about it, rarely will anyone else do it for you. they'll be too shy. they might think it's not their place. but if you do it? nobody can tell you shit.
ahhhhhh! but what if someone calls me cringy for doing it and says my story is shit because nobody else thought to say stuff like this first and it looks desperate that i'm talking about it?
i mean lmao take it from someone who's been in this game for over 10 years now - like - it's super fucking cringy* that you're writing fanfic. have FUN with it :D
*cringe culture is dead. just have fun.
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likelylarks · 2 years
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danielfest preview (idk if this is allowed oops)
on september 16 of 2021, i asked you (my besties, bros, and beloveds), to tell me what to write out of a list because i needed external motivation - one of those things was a post dutch gp max riding daniel while draped in the flag
so, here’s me finally delivering on that nearly a year later (but not actually because i don’t want to spoil the whole scene and maybe also bc i don’t have it fully written OOPS) - so pls y’all tell me if this is bad and i should abandon my danielfest fic entirely so no one has to read any more drivel
Daniel watched the podium ceremony from the garage; Max, drenched in sweat, draped in the Dutch flag, the sweet swell of his dick visible. He felt his own dick harden in response. His mouth watered. Today would probably have to be quick though. Max would probably want to go out and celebrate with the team. Daniel wouldn’t have time to take him apart the way he wanted to. The way he deserved for not only living up to everyone’s expectations but exceeding them. 
Daniel shook himself as Michael called his name. Media. Press duties. Pretending he wasn’t as pissed as he actually was that his team fucked him over for Lando. 
The looks he got from his press person weren’t overly horrible so he guessed his answers were sufficient. As he was trekking back to the garage he checked his phone. He had a couple messages from Max. 
I don’t want you to blow me today. 
Daniel didn’t have time to let the disappointment - just another one, in today’s increasing string - sink in before his eyes flicked to the next message. 
Fuck. That came out wrong. 
I want you to fuck me. 
That would have been enough. But Max had always, and inadvertently, known every one of Daniel’s weak spots. 
Please. 
Daniel stopped walking so abruptly that the person from McLaren continued to walk past him for a few steps. “Daniel? Everything okay?” 
Daniel looked up, smiling widely, sure it was evident even behind his mask. The first real smile he’d had since the race had started. “Yeah, all good.” 
He rushed back to the garage, flying through changing his clothes and the debrief and hustling Michael and Blake back to the hotel. They both looked at him, knowing. Daniel ignored them. He didn’t care who fucking knew -
That he was rushing back to the hotel. He didn’t care who knew he was rushing back to the hotel. Let them think it was because he was angry about the result and the strategy and wanted to rest before Monza. He knew that didn’t fool Michael and Blake. He furiously jabbed the elevator button up to his floor. So what if they were his friends and they’d told him that he could tell them anything; they were also his fucking employees and he didn’t have to tell them jackshit about where he was going. 
He said a hurried goodnight to both of them in the hotel hallway, shutting the door in Michael’s face. Michael put a hand on the door, trying to stop it closing, “Mate, come on.” 
“Nah, I’m tired,” Daniel pushed harder, not quite meeting Michael’s eyes as he looked up at Michael’s face. “I’ll do my stretches, but I want a real shower. We’ll talk more on the plane tomorrow. Tonight I’m done, okay.” 
Michael narrowed his eyes, not accepting what Daniel was willing to give. In the time he took to gather his thoughts to tell Daniel why he was wrong, he stopped pressing against the door. Daniel took the opportunity to lean heavily against the wood and fully close the door. It snapped shut with a satisfying click. 
“You’re a right cunt, Ricciardo,” came through the door. 
Daniel grinned. He’d won. “You know you love me.” 
“If you’re not awake and ready to leave, I will use my key and drag your pancake ass out of bed!” Michael’s call was irritated.
Daniel laughed over his shoulder, already walking away from the door, “Harsh! For more than one reason! People love my ass!” If Michael or Blake said anything more, Daniel missed it. He’d get them both a nice breakfast tomorrow before their flight as an apology for being a dick tonight. But now was not the time to worry about them, Max was probably on a tight schedule, and that meant Daniel was on an even tighter one. 
He rushed through showering and debated shaving. He remembered one time Max drunkenly telling Daniel that he looked handsome with a beard so he decided to leave it. Daniel ran a hand over his chin. The rough stubble would leave Max’s skin pink and rubbed raw. Something to remember him by. He didn’t spare too much time picking out clothes, Max wouldn’t notice what he wore; he just made sure that everything was unbranded, lacking both his own name and the McLaren logo. He jammed a hat over still-drying curls and was out the door before a full twenty minutes had passed. 
Daniel decided to drive himself, not wanting to be potentially recognized by a taxi driver. His fingers beat out a mindless pattern on the steering wheel as he drove. His phone had automatically connected to the Bluetooth in the car, but he didn’t hear what was playing. He didn’t hear anything other than his own blood rushing in his ears and the echo of every time Max had said “Please” previously. 
He hurried through the lobby of Max’s hotel. There had been an excess of orange along the road, and Daniel kept his head down as he headed toward the elevators. He didn’t need to be spotted here. He didn’t have time for that. 
It might have been tempting fate to always get extra room keys at the start of every race weekend. One extra, with the express purpose of swapping between the two of them. It had felt that way after Silverstone. Again after Hungary. Today, it just felt lucky. Daniel absentmindedly tapped the plastic card against his lips. It almost tasted like winning. 
Daniel swiped the card and pushed open the door gently, expecting Max to be just inside. Waiting. Instead, there was nothing but open space and all Daniel could see was a couch on the far wall with a couple of Max’s shirts thrown across it. One of them looked like the shirt he’d been wearing today. Maybe Daniel had been too slow. Maybe Daniel had missed him. Maybe he was already gone to celebrate. 
“Daniel?” Max’s voice came from around the corner. 
Daniel stepped further into the room and felt his heart stop. The door slipped out of his hands and slammed shut behind him. Daniel supposed he had been right before, one of the shirts on the couch probably was the one Max had been wearing before. 
Because Max wasn’t waiting for him just behind the door wearing a stupid Red Bull polo. Max was waiting in the center of his bed, sitting on his knees with hands folded neatly in his lap, draped in the flag of the Netherlands, and absolutely nothing else. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” Daniel croaked. Max’s hands unfolded and fluttered around his thighs and the edge of the flag, tugging at the ends. His dick lay half hard already against his leg. Daniel wanted to devour him. 
Max smiled, coy, “They let me keep the flag.”
Daniel felt himself nod, unconscious of actually doing it. “I can see that.” He yanked the hat off his head and ruffled his hand through his curls, “You’d think I’d won, look at you.” 
Max laughed, bright and sweet. The movement made the flag slip off one broad shoulder. Max tugged it back into place, “If you had won, it would be an Australian flag.” 
Daniel laughed and took stumbling steps toward the bed, kicking off his shoes as he went. He fell onto his knees in front of Max, reaching out. His hands landed half on skin and half on polyester. Max’s thighs were warm, sticky with sweat. The flag stuck and slid in turn. Daniel clutched at Max, bunching the fabric, pulling the red stripe up until he could touch the white, then the blue - as if the more of the flag he touched, the more of Max he held, too. 
Max’s hands came up to tug at Daniel’s shirt. Daniel consented to letting go of Max just to get the fabric over his head. After it was gone, Daniel tipped his head down, latching on to Max’s chest. Scraping his cheek along the side of one of Max’s tits. The last time they’d fucked properly, Max hadn’t been carrying this much mass. His chest hadn’t had as much of a swell to it. Daniel took one of Max’s nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and then harder as Max’s hands interlaced in the short hairs on Daniel’s neck, pushing him down. 
Daniel released the bud from his mouth and made sure to flick his eyes upward to look at Max’s face as he deliberately scraped his chin across it. Max’s red mouth parted in a moan. Daniel kept his stubble scraping across Max’s chest as he switched to the other nipple. He released as Max tugged his hair, trying to get his attention. When he looked at Max’s tits, they were scraped a deep pink. He grinned widely and forced himself to look at Max’s face and not return immediately to turn the pink to red. 
“Daniel, Daniel, please,” Max panted. He sounded as if they’d been kissing for hours. No. Daniel halted that line of thinking. He and Max didn’t kiss. That would make this, something else. Something other than just. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Daniel.” 
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collinnmckinley · 10 months
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wow. you have issues.
(1) telling people to “seek God” and assuming people are religious and believe in that? yikes. red flag.
(2) you’re literally shaming people for having a libido and engaging with sexual content in their own private lives, and having some fun—that’s another red flag and not cool. you clearly have some internalized issues with sex lol.
(3) it’s fucking FICTIONAL CONTENT, what the fuck is so wrong with liking fictional characters and wanting to talk about it? you don’t get to dictate and control what other people look at online. telling people to “seek God/help” for experiencing attraction to a character and reading fics??? wtf is wrong with you? extreme much? like this has to be satire, you can’t be fucking serious. that’s the kind of shit you say to a pedophile, or a rapist, or a murderer, or a bigot actively trying to ruin someone’s life, not some random person reading some fanfiction.
fuck you and your gifsets. I’ve followed and supported you for YEARS, but nah, you can go fuck yourself. I’ve seen you being a bitch to your own followers and people who support your content over and over, treating them like shit, having a conniption fit because people comment IN THE TAGS of a reblog of one of your gifsets or bc someone thirsted over a hot fictional guy from a game you also play. ‘god’ forbid anybody do anything outside of your ridiculous ruleset and dictatorship or they’re “not allowed to follow your precious public blog!” fucking private/password your blog then. stop making gifs. leave.
you’re on Tumblr dot com, a public website where the whole point of it is to reblog and add on commentary! people have every right to say something, and why WOULDN’T you want people to compliment the gifs or you or thank you for them? why in your mind are people “not allowed” to talk about their fav character in a gifset? you’re the only person out of THOUSANDS I’ve ever seen in the past 10 years bitching about people commenting on content here. at least people reblogged your shit, you ungrateful fuck.
you come off as a narcissistic, entitled, spoiled brat and have some serious anger issues. you’re the one that needs help, and not from some magical guy in the sky. get off Tumblr. you’d be doing the site a favour. one less dickhead amongst the circus.
“dni if you read fics!!!!!” that’s a new one. 😂🤡
holyshit what did I wake up to... lets go through this- whatever this is point by point shall we... cause I have a lot to say. buckle up!
first of all, yes I have issues, didn't I make it as clear as a sunny fucking day? everything I say or do, I bitch about it and I talk shit about it here. I legit don't care about what people say or think about me, I'm past that point in my life. tumblr drama? what is this? 2018?2019? grow the fuck up. I didn't make this blog for aesthetics and to coddle everyone who follows me. you like my content? I appreciate the shit out of you. you dont? I cant force you to like my posts nor gifs. but my blog my rules, dont like it? skedaddle.
"(1) telling people to “seek God” and assuming people are religious and believe in that? yikes. red flag." what of it even if someone didn't have religious beliefs? when I say that I mean get fucking cleansed you filthy bitches cause yall need to after consuming/create that type of media.
but no, all that bullshit going on on this fucking site that I've mentioned and you're worried about me pushing religious beliefs on people? and just basically say 'you're telling people to seek god? what if they dont believe in one? ugh so offensive' is kind of dumb really.
"(3) it’s fucking FICTIONAL CONTENT, what the fuck is so wrong with liking fictional characters and wanting to talk about it? you don’t get to dictate and control what other people look at online. telling people to “seek God/help” for experiencing attraction to a character and reading fics??? wtf is wrong with you? extreme much? like this has to be satire, you can’t be fucking serious. that’s the kind of shit you say to a pedophile, or a rapist, or a murderer, or a bigot actively trying to ruin someone’s life, not some random person reading some fanfiction." I never mentioned anything about liking a fictional character, or talked shit about someone liking one or reading fanfictions, did I go around and say 'oh you like ghost? fuck you you dont get to like him and read fanfics about him'. you missed every damn post I made. me ranting werent about people liking the characters or reading fanfics, my problem was with people consuming and creating the filthy, degenerate, pervy content made for the characters that I love.
and for fucks sake I talk about how I'm in love with fictional characters, you say you followed me for 'years and YEARS' yet you couldn't really understand the whole shtick of this blog, like the dumbass you are. I made this blog to rant and solely talk about how much I'm in love with fictional characters! and I go out of my way to seek out fanfictions on here and other sites. what an absolute imbecilic of being you are lmao.
also this phrase “seek God/help” like out of everything I said, and you took THAT to heart? and made a whole ass paragraph for it. religious point aside its a common phrase even an atheist can use, how old are you?
"fuck you and your gifsets. I’ve followed and supported you for YEARS, but nah, you can go fuck yourself. I’ve seen you being a bitch to your own followers and people who support your content over and over, treating them like shit, having a conniption fit because people comment IN THE TAGS of a reblog of one of your gifsets or bc someone thirsted over a hot fictional guy from a game you also play. ‘god’ forbid anybody do anything outside of your ridiculous ruleset and dictatorship or they’re “not allowed to follow your precious public blog!” fucking private/password your blog then. stop making gifs. leave." supported me for years and years yet you didn't know me well enough to read what i fucking wrote. and somehow you remember that i used to bitch about people leaving comments on my gifs cause it used to irritate me back in the day. it seems like you only pick up the bad habits about someone and keep them in your memories for some reason, and send them an ask like this to them when you dont like how they are anymore. (also get your facts clear man, I didn't bitch about people leaving comments in the tags I actually encouraged it, I bitched about people leaving comments IN the posts themselves. again another wrong fact about me).
"stop making gifs. leave" nah I don't think I will. I'll make even more, and bitch about how much i don't like people demolishing the characters I love even MORE now cause man, as tilted I am right now, I am MOTIVATED to make gifs even more now. oh my god you gave me something to work on!! just watch how many gifs i post this week :)
"you’re on Tumblr dot com, a public website where the whole point of it is to reblog and add on commentary! people have every right to say something, and why WOULDN’T you want people to compliment the gifs or you or thank you for them? why in your mind are people “not allowed” to talk about their fav character in a gifset? you’re the only person out of THOUSANDS I’ve ever seen in the past 10 years bitching about people commenting on content here. at least people reblogged your shit, you ungrateful fuck." its a public site but it's my blog, I get to post WHATEVER the fuck I want, I don't also tag these posts in the general media tags so it stay IN my blog, now if you you don't like it? simple enough. leave. also when have I ever said something or been ungrateful when someone liked my gifs??? that shit will send me over the moon even if the post didn't receive traction. holyshit youre dumb as fuck! my god I'm flabbergasted. someone leaving nice comments in the tags of a gif post, is a gif maker's wet dream! but of course you didn't know that cause why would you, or rather how would you cause you're dumb as fuck. what I bitched about wasnt someone leaving a nice comments in the TAGS so I can keep the post 'clean', I was bitching about people leaving comments on the fucking post itself and let me tell you they were NOT 'complements'. now if you didn't see that then not only you're dumb af, you're blind too.
"you come off as a narcissistic, entitled, spoiled brat and have some serious anger issues. you’re the one that needs help, and not from some magical guy in the sky. get off Tumblr. you’d be doing the site a favour. one less dickhead amongst the circus." narcissistic? I'm not too sure about it, I fucking hate myself that sometimes I'm suicidal and if you call that narcissism, then you need to fix your vocabulary. entitled? yes entitle to keep the filth out of my fucking blog that is. spoiled brat? yeah I've been spoiled with all the support that I've received recently from everyone who enjoyed my creations, and agree with my points that I've made about how degenerate cod fandome can be, and if by brat you mean being mature and express how some of the content in this fandom are just abominations, then yeah I'm a brat. also I fucking hate that word cause it's been in too many kinky fanfics that I managed to avoid, WHICH WAS THE TOPIC I WAS BITCHING ABOUT THE PAST TWO DAYS!
this isn't the first time I've been called all that cause I expressed what felt, and I'm sure it wont be the last either cause fucking brain dead, dumbasses like you exist in this site. and no amount of anon asks like this will make me get "off tumblr". you calling me a dickhead is fucking ironic considering what you sent over anon filter. fucking tiny dick, bitchless, maidenless, behavior.
"“dni if you read fics!!!!!” that’s a new one. 😂🤡" MY GOD! you are the dumbest anon I've received istg.
cry me a fucking river, you're expecting me to be grateful for having a follower like you? oh how you fucking wish. you lost all respect the moment you put on the anon filter on to send this abomination instead of sending sending one to actually have a debate or discuss it. oh I am so fucking glad you're gone.
and you also have some balls, coming here talking shit about how I keep ranting about stuff I didnt like, why dont YOU talk about it in your "own private blog"? I shit talk about how I hated the content some people made about my favorite characters, mischaracterized them or fetishized them in horrible ways. how I didn't appreciate the fact that people were going off and making filthy fanfictions about my favorite characters where they're being dicked down in the asshole and mouth at the same time, or how they're having their way with the supposed reader and they 'sharing them' with the others.
but you? you crossed the line that people don't cross in respect for others by sending this ask, not only you did that, you did it as a pussy ass bitchy anonymous. I hope you sleep well at night after you left this in my inbox. not only you sent a 'hate ask' you went out of your way to ask me to stop doing the only thing I love doing (beside shitposting and bitching) on this site, you made yourself look like a fucking clown by taking everything I ranted about the past two days out of context, and completely misinterpreting everything i posted.
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and ironically you send a clown emoji so fitting
now all that aside, all this hypothetically speaking cause I aint a weak bitch and have managed to survive thus far; after you sending this 'nice ask' to me, what if I became suicidal again? what if I got tipped over the edge and completely disappeared from the site like you wanted by the nice words you sent? would you have taken the responsibility? would it be on your conscience that you ruined someone's life by sending a petty ass ask like this? do you really think this was a good idea? either you're getting roasted or taking responsibility of someone's demise. take that into consideration and think next time before you say some stupid shit like this.
there's an unspoken rule amongst people on this site. you don't send hate asks even if you're at your last straw. you unfollow and block people, but you did neither of those. and no matter how bad of a person is behind that blog you don't fucking tell them to 'get off tumblr' or tell them to stop doing what they love. you have absolutely no fucking right.
I wonder, how does it feel to act all 'holier than thou' then being wrong about everything you said. it also seems like you spent a little too much time on this ask cause I see those italic and bold words, man get a life, practice a hobby or just shut the fuck up. you could try to say that about me but I am FURIOUS right now. and goddamn motivated.
but yeah good fucking riddance. one less whiny bitch to worry about.
what a fucking dumbass...
I made the last post about people who likes 'pervy!141 hcs, kinky cumslut fanfics, and degenerate content' and told them to DNI because I've reached my limit, I told them to stay the fuck away from my blog, because I don't appreciate when people make scenarios about my favorite characters taking it in the ass and mouth at the same time, or associate them dark degenerate type of media, I dont want them near my blog and I certainly don't seek them out. all that happened recently is only because I went out my ways, which I rarely do, to seek some decent ass fanfictions. then, and only then I've encountered this stinky bull fucking shit.
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neverendingreading · 2 years
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Fan Fic
I tried writing a fan fic for the wonderful Heel siblings. I wish this arc continue a bit longer. I really want to see a clingy and spoiled Setsu.
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Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this fan fic. Credits to the author for this wonderful story, Skip Beat 💕
Heel Siblings Fan Fic
At the event where Setsu mentioned Cain was enjoying himself playing B.J., he seemed shocked by it. 
After shooting, Setsu noticed that there was something wrong with her dear brother. Watching her brother fall asleep, Setsu lay in her bed in a daze. She fell asleep for a while and woke up. 
Still in a daze, Kyoko thought to herself that Tsuruga seemed to be fighting something. When he was playing as B.J., it seemed that he was possesed and that scared her for a moment. Most of all, when Setsu mentioned that he enjoyed being B.J. and he didn't seem to notice, he was shocked for sure. 
'Ugh. I must stop pondering over it. 'I should get some breakfast.'
Kyoko went out and bought breakfast for them both. It is still early. It is literally early that it is still in the middle of the night. 
 
To be honest, I really can't be at ease staying in the same room with Tsuruga-san. I wake up before he's awake, and sleep only after he sleeps.
Setsu thought that even her brother acts as if he doesn't care. Always tightly wrapped in his own blanket.
While walking back to their hotel room, Setsu saw Cain in the hallway. 
Her dear brother is still wrapped in his blanket. 
"Nii-san?" Is there something wrong? Is everything okay? " Setsu asked. 
Cain looked at her. 
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"I bought our breakfast outside." Setsu replied. 
"Don't go out alone so late at night. It is not safe. "
"It is very nearby," Setsu said while pointing outside.
"Don't ever go out alone." "He said in a serious tone.
Setsu was taken aback by her dear brother. He was so serious.
"I'm sorry..." Setsu said, feeling sullen. Her dear brother looked mad a while ago.
Cain seems to sense Setsu's sulleness.
"Nah, it's fine. It's all okay now. " Cain took a step towards Setsu. Fanning out his blanket
"Come here," Cain said, while he opened his arms, fanning out the blanket around him. 
Kyoko was shocked to the core. 
'Aaahhhh! What did he mean to come here? Where? Where? Where? AAAAAHHH! Don't tell me.... Aaaahhh! '
Kyoko's stunned to the point she can't think straight. Kyoko calmed herself. She's Setsu right now. 
Setsu will never refuse her dear brother.
'Tsuruga-san and I are currently in a totally eccentric baka brother and sister relationship to the point of abnormality!' 
Still hesitating on what to do, Cain seems to sense her trouble.
"Setsu..." Tsuruga-san, who was in Cain mode, looked at her. His eyes looked sad and vulnerable.
Seeing him like that Kyoko steeled her resolve.
'I'm Setsu! My brother is my priority above anything else! '
Setsu gripped the bag containing their breakfast. She took a step forward, slowly moving towards her brother. 
As Setsu nears to Cain's arms, Cain spreads his arms more, then envelops Setsu in his arms. 
'Kyaaaa! This is too overwhelming! Kyoko, Setsu face, Setsu face! ' 
Being enveloped in her dear brother's embrace made Setsu happy. Her brother is hers alone. 
While happy in Setsu mode, Kyoko is still flustered and worried. Somehow, Tsuruga-san is trembling. 
"Nii-san, let's go back. You still have shooting later. " Setsu looked at her dear brother. 
Cain smiled at his darling sister. I like to reassure her.
"Okay. Let's go back." 
As they went back to their room, still in their brother's embrace, Kyoko thinks that something must have possessed Tsuruga-san.
'Uwaaa! Walking like this is so embarrassing?'
When they got to their room, Kyoko couldn't take it anymore.
"Nii-san, you should sleep now." Kyoko looked at Tsuruga-san, then said in a Setsu manner. 
"Hmm... Setsu, accompany me to sleep?" 
Kyoko froze. Accompany him to sleep? Is this another test for being an actress?!
Kyoko calmed herself. She's Setsu. Setsu will gladly oblige her dear brother's request. Knowing the bro's sister, she'll be overjoyed.
'I'm Setsu. And Setsu's number one is her brother Cain. I can do it! '
Setsu broke away from her dear brother's embrace. They walked inside and dropped their breakfast on the table. Then she turned to her brother and smiled. 
"Nii-san really can't do without me." Setsu said jokingly.
 
"En. "BrotherBrother really can't do without Setsu." Cain replied.
Kyoko received another crit hit.
'Uwaaa! What has gotten to him? Why is 'Cain' so clingy today?! '
Setsu sighed and shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the bed.
"Sleep now, Nii-san. Your lovely sister will accompany you to sleep." Setsu said as she sat at the edge of the bed. 
Accepting her invitation, Cain went to sleep, dragging and hugging his dear sister to bed. 
'Kyaaaa! He really went to sleep hugging "Setsu"! This is so awkward. ' 
While Kyoko ponders her thoughts. Cain keeps his tight hug on Setsu. 
'How can I sleep like this?Setsu would be really happy to sleep with her dear brother. Actually, according to her character, it would be possible that she always sleeps in the same bed beside her brother. This is really hard! ' 
Kyoko wailed internally. How can she sleep like this? 
She must admit some part of her (other than the Setsu part) is quite happy? 
'I got hugged by the Tsuruga Ren! Even sleeping in the same bed! ' 
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that-wasnt-so-bad · 2 years
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What are Easwith’s relationships like with the others of the Faerghus Four? The others in the Blue Lion house? (Sorry if this appears as a double ask. My computer is acting up.)
It's okay! It only sent as one XD Thank you for asking about me girl! This is pretty much delved into in my multi-chapter fic Chasing Daybreak (masterpost here, ao3 link here) since that's covering the entire BL/AM route, but here's the brief run downs! Fearghus Four: Dimitri - Besties! In general, their two families have been close since the founding of Fearghus (her lands were always revolting against the Empire, fought Adrestria out of their territory, constantly defending against them and so on, so allied with Loog, became part of Fearghus willingly rather than remain independent, and been close since!) but Easwith's grandfather saw Lambert as a son and Dimitri as a grandson. She's the more carefree one of the two, but they enjoy teasing each other in their own little ways. She's also the chill one who does little things to make sure he has breaks. He likes spoiling her and she just has to accept it because it makes him happy :3 It isn't obsessive spoiling (she'd be very concerned if it was), but just every so often it's a treat to the bakery! They're childhood besties to lovers and most of the academy days (Houses) is pining before they get together. Then the reveal happens which, well, changes things. Before after grondor it's a little bit of pining again (she's still pining though tbh, but post timeskip is all notes atm!) and they get married and have two kids :3 It's a smidge different in hopes because they get together before the school year really begins, get married years earlier. But AG they still have their two kids during the same years :3 Regardless of the 'universe', they're always super soft! Even as friends they're soft over each other XDEveryone was betting on them getting together (in my 'happy' au - really it's all the tragic still happens but Lambert lived! - they have so many shenanigans). Like, my god I think of them and melt. Felix - She was always intimidated by him because she was intimidated by Glenn (I know - she was not at all intimidated by an actual King but was of one prickly Fradlius). Because of that she only really starts to get comfortable fully with Felix a little before the tragedy. It's stable after but once he starts calling Dimitri a boar it's friendship over! She hates people dehumanising him (a big reason she hates Dimitri's Uncle as a person and not just as a leader!) so it was pretty much an easy decision. During Houses she very much tolerates him during the Academy days (she does argue with him in chapter 23 about it!) but after the timeskip that old friendship history is still there, but they're not really friends until after taking back Fhirdiad. Hopes he's less prickly - just a nicer prickle! - so she's alright with him. Also she kinda has to be anyway! But nah they're friends pretty much in Hopes. I'm in two world of younger felix having a crush on her lololol! He definitely does care and get a little protective over her, but all the fearghus four do anyway! Ingrid - besties that then lost contact because life happened. She has zero qualms with Ingrid other than her opinion on Duscur and their people, but aside from that? Shaed enjoyment of reading, tales of knights, horses, not really wanting to be leader but it's duty, being done with Sylvain's antics, that sort of thing! There is little difference between Academy and post timeskip, Houses or Hopes! Easwith's very chill in comparison!
Sylvain - Oh the complication. So she tolerates him the entire time, but as a kid, she got on better with him until he decided to flirt with her once. On the occasions he visited her hometown (Eadel) for events after Duscur, he knew she and Dimitri had a thing for each other so he would flirt more to get a rile XD During the Academy, she starts off not liking him, but then he's a bro. Post timeskip he's naturally less flirty with people and they're still akin to siblings. Hopes it's the same kind of a deal but with fewer Academy days. Also, he can't flirt with her, she's with Dimitri like that first month instead of Wyvern Moon. He doesn't even have a chance to try. Honestly, I accidentally wrote his pre timeskip self as having an underlying crush on her but it's strictly brotherly love come post timeskip!
Rest of the house:
Mercedes - mostly alright! Easwith isn't religious but Mercedes isn't preachy. Just some things said grate her gears (like how Mercedes seems perfectly fine with people dying because they went against the church as the only reason - this is before people know exactly what the western church is up to when it was the mausoleum stuff! Easwith is very much 'investigate fully then decide the punishment, not the sentence before the questions. Which is what Rhea did explicitly to those at the Mausoleum) but aside from that, it's mostly good! Easwith just has to deal with more teasing.
Annette - no issues whatsoever! Easwith is an introvert with well hidden social anxiety, so Annette's academy energy levels can be very draining, but they're good friends!
Ashe - Easwith admires his tenacity for diplomacy, though he can be a little naive at times with it, but values that he still knows when to stop. They both use bows (but she's more melee based in the end - she's still good at range though when needs be!) and she is a victor of a few archery competitions. Dimitri gushed about her talents for ages so Ashe was a little intimidated, but she's there to help him out all the time with the mental strength of it! She appreciates that he asks her about flowers and helps her organise seeds. To her, he's a less intimidating Dedue with a twist! And he likes hearing her stories of her family! Always a bonus!
Dedue - she's known Dedue for a while, of course! She isn't afraid of him by any means, but he's very tall and very quiet. They both really mind their business and keep themselves to themselves, so they can be in the same room and not talk (unless Dedue does first, then she relaxes a lot!). Because of this, plus her social anxiety, it takes her years to not be intimidated by him! They share enjoyment for gardening and if DImitri isn't listening to Dedue, Dedue goes to her as a final resort (because she will make Dimitri listen so he eats, goes to bed, sees a medical professional if necessary, so on. If it's an injury, she'll deal with it herself if she can. So really it' during the Academy they her and Dedue really start interacting more, and it's always because Dimitri isn't well XD Post timeskip is where she's less intimidated to interact with him, too! Hopes they're friends come the main bulk of the game because she's spent every day with him for a year and a half! He's part of the family to her!
Flayn (because she does join them) - good friends. Easwith doesn't find her old way of speech weird (she has moments herself when she's got her wisdom brain on!) and Flayn reminds her a little of her older sister (who passed away when Easwith was five!). Sure, Flayn also teases, but who doesn't tease her out of the Lions? Only three don't XD
The dads because I can!
Lambert - he was both and uncle and father figure to her! Her father and Lambert were like bros with a smidge of rivalry (Lambert, though a year older, acted like the younger one in comparison XD) and both and a thing for Easwith's mother! Of course, her father got with her mother but that was where the rivalry came from XD Lambert is secretly soft for her because she's so adorable with Dimitri so she's almost like a daughter to him anyway! He always says 'so long as those two are together, they'll be just fine'. When her and DImitri argue, he's the mediator (her father is too bias) and either put them in a room together for small things, or found middle ground for bigger issues! When she hugged for the first time because she was super upset, he had been chosen! The shy bean chose to hug him of her on will! He had been chosen! When he died, she as deeply effected despite being of no relation! She has so many good memories of him that overrule the tragedy, she has great fun sharing them! And shared ones get a laugh from Dimitri! She sometimes forgot he was King honestly XD He was always 'Lambert'. Alas, Easwith never quite knew how to address him: Lambert was very friendly, his majesty too formal, but 'Dimitri's Dad'? Too mortifying to even utter.
Rodrigue - The cheeky shenanigans they get up to post timeskip. They have a pretty good rapport! He and her father were the pair in school where Rodrigue was the more misbehaved one and Edward (her father) had to lecture him all the time XD In Hopes, Rodrigue is like the Dad to everyone and he's always been that to her in some capacity. Someone to share stories with? Yes. Someone to hear stories from? Yes. Someone to sit next to and get advice from? Yes. Hopes Rodrigue and she have a bit of banter going on. She could do something great on the battlefield that he compliments her on, and she's like thanks, dad. He's also quietly soft over her and Dimitri because he knows it's all genuine and he's like that happy dad. He's also happy she and Felix get on better than he and Felix do!
Matthias - he only exists in Hopes, but he and her father had a fall out so she only really knows him from very old stories, her father respecting him (both as an old friend and as a leader), and from like the two conversations she had with him over defence strategies when trying to prove a point to Dimitri when she was, like, seven. Their relationship is very professional because of it but they get on alright. There's the odd ' you father said x y z too once' in there
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come to the conclusion i apperently didnt read this fic. SO HEAR U GO
That weekend, your parents ask you to do something about the cherries slowly starting to spoil in the fridge, so you put on your headphones and listen to an audiobook for entertainment, then get to pitting. It feels wrong to listen to The Kiss Quotient and its many smut scenes when your parents are coming and going out of the room, but what they don’t know won’t kill them; you just try to keep your reactions to a minimum during the extra spicy scenes.
HELLO ?!??!! SHES SO LMAOSHSKS. NAH I LAUGHED okay me personally enjoyed kiss quotient and rest of the three series. specially the next two talking about the struggles of autism or the how broad spectrum of autsim was. it was a good read for me from 2022. yeah... back to this tho. omg i might try this recipe off topic. It sounds good but ill end up eating the cherries cuz i love them.
If this were a cartoon or a 2012 teen show, you’d probably drop the pie tin, but thankfully, your hands aren’t that sweaty, and the shock of the man from the other day at the store being your neighbor isn’t that great, because of course, of course he’s your neighbor. You’re Y/N, after all; the almighty gods above would never let you have a boring, uneventful summer. Of course the hot new man in town is your neighbor.
can we talk bout these descriptions its so accurate like you just out do yourseld everytime ma'am. Its so attention grabbing. damn i regret not listening well during english lessons. i just wanna say to a masterpiece like this is SLAY THIS WAS SO GOOD SCRWAMINGSJSK i need to be able to go indept like how my eng teacher goes into dept about anytype of writing.
A walking wet dream. That’s what this man is. He’s walked right out of your deepest Wattpad-induced fantasies and into the house next door. Probably doesn’t help that you’d been listening to literary porn just fifteen minutes prior. 
SEE ITS SO PRECISE???? SO REAL??? hes so cute nervous plss
“My friends and I used to make stories about how this place is haunted, you know,” you say jokingly.
GHOST HUNTING FR
"We’ve been more roommates than a couple for the past six years. And you know, we kept on living together for Chaer mainly, but she’s found a new boyfriend and I wanted to have my own place. Which has led me here.”
its nice to see them on not bad terms
Your hot new neighbor was actually a DILF, you realized a bit inappropriately, perhaps. Cherry on top.
not the right time BABE 😭😭 BUT GO OFF
“You any good with kids?” he asks, leaning against the doorway with crossed arms and a smirk that makes your heart flutter.
hOON HMM YOU JUST MET HER WOAH WOAH.
“No one’s asking you to be that girl’s mom,” she says, dishing out some meat for the three of you. “I’d go get that man, if I were you.”
STOPDBDKD SO REAL OF HER 🗣🗣 SPEAK YOUR TRUTH BABE. omg HAHAHAA I LOVE THIS PART. IM SO SORRY BUT THIS ISNT EVEN FICTION THIS WHAT MY FRIENDS AND ME TALK ABOUT RANDONLY IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS FUNNY IN A GOOD WAY AND ENJOY IT
One afternoon, you’d made sure to go and sunbathe in your bikini at the exact moment he was doing some work outside, and even then, he merely gave your body a one-over and disappeared a few minutes later inside his house.
yes GIRLY GO OFF. SO GIRL BOSS YES YES GO BABE
It doesn’t help that you see his flexing, working muscles and beads of sweat on his hairline everyday.
he said two can play the game 💪💪
“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. We shouldn’t do this, it’s not- I shouldn’t have done that,” he sighs, looking defeatedly at the ground.
omg he :(( NO but i understand his pov on this moment omg
“If you swallow it, a tree will grow inside your belly and make you puke out cherries,” he’d lied when it was just the two of you at the outdoor table. 
every parent ever. i accidentally sallowed some seed and almost cried cuz i thought a plant will grow out of me ? I MEAN INSIDE OF ME 😭
Finally kissing him, and the next afternoon, you were browsing through the endless aisles of your local IKEA, holding his daughter’s hand and pretending like you hadn’t kissed her daddy.
nah babe yall are a couple now also. look at that "FAMILY" outting at IKEA...
He’s a really good dad, and that does nothing whatsoever to stop your DILF fantasies, although now, it’s really Sunghoon that you want, and the fact that he’s a dad isn’t a dealbreaker, it just makes him that much better.
SO TRUE AND SO REAL
“Are you sure about this? ‘Cause if you tell me that you want me… then I’ll be all yours, Sunghoon,”
If you concentrate you can hear me scream lose my shit over this line. Crying bleeding losing fighting throwing up climbing walls and umm drinking water. yes i feel extremely normal about this sentence.
currently scrwaming btw. im PMFYDHDJB AHHHVDIDIEK yes.
“That’s a good girl,”
HAHAHAAHHAAH (losing my mind fr) STOP THE WEEKND IS PLAYING on SHUFFLE UMM SPOTIFY KNOWS FR.
So, tell me, what’s your favorite position, princess?”
HELLONITS ALKOST 12 AM AND IM TRYING NOT TO SCREAM HELLODJDOS ONFUSKS HELLON!???! WEEKND PLAYING ISNT HELPING OMGSJS WOAH.
“Of course not. Is Heeseung your new dad?” he asks, mentioning his ex’s new boyfriend. Chaer shakes her head.“No. He’s Mommy’s boyfriend.” “Exactly, and Y/N is Daddy’s girlfriend. Isn’t she?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, smirking.
this part was funny hehehe
“My girls,”
HELLLO THATS SO CUTE SJNSNS OMFSUNDS I JUSGSIJS S CRYODND WHAT ONSISJSK I LOVEVYEH ENDINDG SM ITS LIKE IDNKDND SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR ENDINDS OPEN ENDED OR HAPPY ITS SO CUTE AND WHOLESPME I LOve iT AND I LIve FOR IT. Just SOOSHIDKD AHHHBSIHDKSN. OKAY GOODNIGHT ITS ALMOST 12 AM AND I HAVE WORK AS FIRST THING TMW
🍓 anon
🍓 anon as i type this i am buying a diamond ring to ask u to marry me..... OH MY GODDDDD
fun fact the whole kiss quotient audiobook thing is from my life lol i listened to the book and didnt love it.. literally loved stella but the male lead i forgot his name was so bleh just typical overprotective romance lead or wtv so i wasnt really planning on reading/listening mroe.. but if u think its worth it i might give it a shot
IM SO HAPPY U LIKE THE DESCRIPTIONS OMG <///3 i dont go into like detail or anythign ever but i do try to add funny (?) things or small descriptions here and there.. !!!!
ur right sunghoon asking her if shes good with kids on their second meeting is kinda wild 😭😭😭 mans has his priorities straight
"If you concentrate you can hear me scream lose my shit over this line. Crying bleeding losing fighting throwing up climbing walls and umm drinking water. yes i feel extremely normal about this sentence." this made me laugh soooo much oh my god
NOT THE WEEKND PLAYING DURING THE SMUT SCENE😭😭😭😭 ur fbi agent watching a little bit too closely at ur online activity
BAHAHA I HOPE UR WORK WENT WELL BUT OMG THANK U SO SO SO MUCH FOR THISSSSS I LOVE UUUUUUU
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tigerhawkpokemon · 1 year
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Origin: A Team Blackout Fic
Team Blackout forms from a chat room. 
It starts out as a simple discussion forum, five like-minded people who  get along. They just click. But that all changes when one of their own brings up the Gym challenge. 
Deci: Hey guys, have any of you ever tried a Gym run?
Lucky: Nah, met Alder once and he told me I was better off not trying. Just because my starter was a Houndour, Zekrom above
Fatale: I’m in the middle of mine atm, beat Jasmine yesterday
Sunny: Ooh, I’m starting mine tmrw! Hope to see you in the League!
Deci: @Lucky that really sucks, dude. @Deadshot you ever made a Gym run? Thinking of doing one when I get back to Sinnoh
Deadshot: tried once. made it to Lucian. he beat my ass and was a total dick about it. hate that guy
Deci: Yeesh. I’m about to ask Rowan for a Turtwig, hope things go well. @Fatale @Sunny good luck in the Johto league!
Sunny: G’night!
That’s two with motivation. But what about the other three? Well, let’s just say that those challenges didn’t go so well for them.
Fatale: Okay, Claire is OFFICIALLY a grade A bitch
Lucky: Oh no, what happened?
Fatale: Wouldn’t give me the badge after I beat her, claimed that it wasn’t a fair fight. Bitch, I used ONE hyper potion
Deci: THat’s a shitty thing to do
Deci: What Rowan did to me was worse tho
Deadshot: fuck, this oughta be good
Deci: Refused me a Starter cuz I already had Railgun and Scope
Deci: Said there was nothing he could do for me, senile old man
Sunny: OMA! That sucks soooo much! 
Sunny: I’m about to challenge Whitney, wish me luck!!!!!!!!!
Deadshot: luck
Four down, one to go. Ironically, hers is the one that started everything.
Fatale: bitch.mp4
Attached is a video of two young women having a Pokemon battle. The one on the left, a teen with frizzy black curls, has a Pachirisu. The other has a Miltank. Pachirisu strikes with Thunderbolt, breaking the Miltank’s Rollout and knocking it out. The red-haired girl stamps her foot and starts to cry. “Can I have my badge?” The other asks politely. “No way! I would’ve won if you didn’t get lucky! Now get out of my gym!” Hanging her head, the black-haired girl walks out, her Pachirisu chirping angrily.
Deci: Someone needs to teach Whitney a lesson
Fatale: She did the same thing when I beat her, I just took a badge anyway. The girl is a spoiled brat
Deadshot: not like anyone can do anything about it though
Deci: So why don’t we?
Deci: @Waddles lock down the chat.
[Admin]Waddles: Affirmative!
this chat has been moved to a private server.
Lucky: Who’s Waddles?
[Admin]Waddles: I am user Deci’s Porygon2!
Deci: Waddles is the key to all of this. Everyone in this chat has been screwed over by someone, right? So let’s get back at them. Leak their personal info. Get them fired. Something. 
Lucky: Isn’t all of this highly illegal?
Fatale: NOt like the law’s done shit for us. 
Deadshot: i’m in, fuck the elites
Deci: Sunny, what about you?
Sunny: … i’m in.
Deci: Perfect. Now we need a team name.
Lucky: Since I’ve been roped in, how about Team Vindicate?
Deadshot: that sounds like a bad tumblr fanfic
Fatale: I vote Team Blackout, since everyone here has Electric-types. 
Deci: Ooh, I like that. Team Blackout it is.
and there you have it.
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