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How to take the "i" out of "Jedi"
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The Untamed, episode 41 - watching notes
Only 10 episodes left 😭😭😭
And we're now entering Nie Mingjue's memories. I have a feeling there's going to be some serious "oh shit!" and "wtf is happening???" going on
Jgy's backstory still moves me, no matter what he did later
I feel like both his and wwx stories are cautionary tales of what happens when you combine a rigid class-system with a mob mentality and top it all of with a healthy amount of "manners over morals"
I feel like JGY main strategy is "hold your tongue and bite your time". I completely fell for his sweet facade in the first few episodes of the flashback
Jo, did NMJ just ram his saber into a stone wall? 😱
NMJ may have anger issues, but he's a good dude
I think he took the "the more perfectly you should be, to leave them with nothing to say" to heart. Like, he never outwardly complains.
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Another perfectly timed screenshot I thought I should share :D
Oh, we've seen that before!
How can this be the same person that I thought would be the designated fandom cinnamon role in ep 2/3?? 🥺
I know I'm praising actors left and right during this commentary,but ALL TGE AWARDS for how smoothly JGY changes his demeanor from humble and sweet quasi-servant to "you're not worthy of breathing the same aor as me"
This
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And this
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Might as well be two different characters
I wonder if, when the NMJ send him away, he realised and regretted, that he had just lost one of the only people who were truly on his side and if he thought it was worth it
One thing I find very interesting in the scene in the Scorching Sun palace is that, jgy is still wearing his hair in the braided style that is customary for the Nie clan. I think I'll try to spot when he changes it
Okay, scratch my earlier musings about if JGY feels genuine regret over how he had to leave NMJ. He clearly doesn't 😐
Gotta give it to him though, he puts gollum to shame with how he switches his personality
Only it's deliberate
And he's not insane
... don't know where I was going with this
So we're at the point where Nie Mingjue wakes in Lan Xichen's arms. Seen that before
Which leaves me asking: WHAT PART OF THIS IS THE ACT??
I wonder though, how they could convince NMJ to become sworn brothers with him after that while story
He does not seem like a man who forgets a grudge easily ^^
That scene of the three of them meditating and playing the Quin is weirdly domestic :D maybe it's just because, so far, we've only seen wwx and lwj in a similar situation together 😅
Why do I still ship Lan Xichen and JGY after all that happened? Because of scenes like these!!!!
JGY *plays Quin ominously*
Didn't know that was possible :D
The fuck???
Why is he coughing blood?
Lwj is playing "Clarity" in the present time to calm him down! Ten points for parallels!
Poor Lan Xichen. Why do I have a feeling that he's the designated buffer between them? 🙈
Sorry for the lack of intelligent commentary, but I'm trying to wrap my head around how much of a puppeteer JGY is ...
I've already mentioned this, but I appreciate the parallels between jgy and wwx and how they differ. Both operate very much outside the orthodoxy, in large part due to them not being born into it. The crucial difference is their goals. One seeks to gain power to not only find his place within the system, but rise above all those who ever looked down on him, too. The other wants to change the system for all those others who are also hurt by it.
Two characters with very similar backgrounds diverging on very different paths
And I appreciate it that it's spelled out in his rant to NMJ here
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This is SO telling. I adore this scene! Before I would have calked him simply selfish (and he is, don't get be wrong). But he also probably grew up in a world where he could never be truly save and never feel equal to anyone. Everything be has, he had to fight for.
I just wrote that he and wwx had the same background? I retract that because there is one huge difference. Wwx was loved. From what I've heard, his parents loved him. Then, of course, he has to endure live as a homeless kid, but he was adopted by a foster-father who loved him and had siblings he shared everything with. Of course, he still never felt as if he quite belonged or was enough (Madam Yu saw to that) and that left it's own scars, culminating in all gbe times he rather took on all burdens himself rather than ask for goddam help once. But he was loved. Loved and appreciated and cared for. It seems, that jgy never knew that, probably until NMJ took him as his Vice General. So he learned to survive in the shadows and bite his time until the opportunity arose, never fully trusting anyone.
Does that excuse anything or rid him of responsibility? Nope. But it makes for a damn interesting character
I AM SHOOK!
That exchange between Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao was such a brilliantly crafted piece of dialogue!!! 😱😱😱
Because, if, and I think by now that that's likely, jgy turns out to be the main villain of this arc, then he is one o can at least partially understand. He's right in saying that NMJ has no right to claim that his actions are all just. He's gained his position by virtue of his birth and he's working within a system that justifies itself through mixture of imagined moral high ground and the virtue of blood heritage. No action to uphold that can be truly just.
At the same time, I believe, jgy turned those believes into a self-fulfilling prophecy. He himself schemes and uses other people's worst impulses and the faults in the cultivation world to his advantage. Proofing to himself, again and again, that he is right about them and thus justified in his actions. Enter wwx who tries, who really tries to shove the error of their ways in their faces. (I think I just answered my question from a few episodes back about why jgy seems to be working specifically against wwx 🤔)
Sorry for going on such a tengant
NMJ, did you have to call him a son of a whore? 🙄
The hell is happening to NMJ?
Oh shit, what did he do with the song of clarity? How could you even use that to harm someone??
So he tweaked it?
Oh no 😥😥😥
Let me get this straight. JGY intentionally brought NMJ to the point of qui deviation? 😳
Oh no Huaisang!! 😭😭😭
Xue Yang??? He worked with JGY? 😱😱😱
So he didn't doe of Qui deviation!!!
Fuck, JGY spotted paperman-wwx 😳
Honestly wwx, maybe it's not the best idea ever to put your conscious into something that can be crushed by accidentally stepping on it 😬
That's his sword!!!
Didn't wwx just reveal who he is???
Maybe don't do that?!?!
HE CAN WIELD HIS SWORD AGAIN!!! 😭😭😭
but jgy definitely figured out who he is ... 😐
Still, I'm weirdly proud of him :')
But wait! Why does jgy have his sword to begin with???
Aww, little exhausted paperman-wwx flopping down into lwj's hand 🖤
This episode liveblog has been far too serious so far. Here, have my favourite lan Wangji mood:
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I really appreciate how seamlessly this show moves between serious scenes and comedy
Jin Ling going "what do you want?" followed by 5 beats of silence and then
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had me wheezing 😂
Oh no, he's hidden everything already, hasn't he?
Wow, even Xichen is defiant now. I sense drama!!!
@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose (this episode was enlightening, but still raised more questions. Feels like we're honestly entering the final arc of this show 😔)
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anyway. i always imagine sneaky sight seeing with shawn. finding the hole in the wall cafes, small bars, walking around in those parks that have the trees on either side creating an aisle and almost a covering. it's his off day and he rlly just wants to spend it with you, so you guys are trying to be lowkey and he's got a tight grip on your hand in case you guys need to make a run for it and just lots of giggles and him tugging on you to keep up with his giraffe legs
(cont) OOH sitting at this french inspired cafe,and he's sitting across from you but he's got a hand holding your hand across the table and his legs outstretched so he can slot yours between his and with your other hand you're stuffing your face with choc croissants and all kinds of pastries, occasionally feeding him bites while he sips his coffee with his other hand. when you go to feed him, he'll playfully nibble on your fingertips or try to be seductive and lick at them and end up bursting w/laughter. his phone ringing while you guys are out and as he reaches for his phone you start pouting at him bc it was meant to be just you guys and no work. you know no one else calls him and as soon as he picks up, he'll probs leave you for a bit. he motions 1 second and he picks it up all whilst you still pout at him. you try to detangle your hand from his but his grip tightens and he gives you his own pout. once he's done with his call, he pulls your hand and your body shifts closer to the edge of your seat and he uses his other hand to tilt your chin to him. his thumb presses into your pout and he leans closer to give you a sweet kiss, "i love you" and as you try to sit properly again, he doesn't let you go, "say it back" he'll whine and keep pressing little kisses all over your face until you let out a laugh in his face, "i love you too" you whisper. and he's satisfied, giving you another big kiss and stealing a piece of your pastries, "hey!" and he kisses u just to shut u up and you can taste the sticky glaze on his lips and there's nothing in the world that felt better than that moment right there. he lets you go and now you're both flushed from the giggles, kisses and the morning sun shining through the cafe. he gets the pastry with the glaze to take home because why not, he remembers the blush on your cheeks after that kiss and it was a damn good pastry. you both leave the cafe and go on a walk about, seeing the different buildings and pointing out the different things you guys see. you take selfies in front of fountains and take note of the places you should stop by when you have more time or on your way back. he's sending some of these to the groupchat he has with his fam and his mum is asking whether you're both warm and how you guys are. not having a photographer follow him around so when he wants a photo of the two of you in front of this beautiful setting with the sun creating the perfect glow, he refuses your offer to take it for him, insisting that you MUST be by his side in it. your suggestion of a selfie goes unheard as he approaches an older couple and asks them to take a pic for him and his girl by the ledge overseeing the water. he walks back with the biggest shit eating grin bc "HA! in your face, we're going to take this couple photo" and he's opening his arms wide to engulf you. he stands by your side holding you sooo tightly to him as the woman takes your photo. he thanks them and he goes through the photos with you. he scrolls a little too far and you see he has a photo of you stuffing your face with a choc croissant from earlier with a bit of choc on your cheek and it isn't cute but he literally melts when he sees it and "my gosh, could you get any fkn cuter" while you're standing there unimpressed, arms crossed bc "wtf that's so embarrassing! you better had not sent this to your mum, shawn or i'll literally kill you!! deleTE IT RN! pls" his phone's back in his pocket and he grabs your face with a hand on either of your cheeks pulling you in for a kiss then squeezing your cheeks. that shut you up alright, second time he's got you a lil speechless. he grins cheekily and slides his hand down to grab your hand and is on his merry way. you walk around and he talks your ear off, occasionally swinging your entwined hands up and giving your knuckles a kiss and he's got heart eyes when you do the same to his.
OH WOW THIS MADE ME S O F T. 
He’d be so preoccupied in making it feel normal for you. If he saw a group of people he thought would try to stop him, he’d drag you by your hand down some alternate path. Your giggles would fill the air as he tugged you along and you’d joyfully follow him anywhere. And sharing your food has just become routine for the two of you. You learned quickly that he was a human garbage disposal and he’d pick off your plate regardless of how much he ate themselves. Your chocolate muffins were anything but safe.
He knew the two of you needed a day to be just you. No distractions and no work. He felt so guilty as he picked up his phone, knowing your squinting look was just covering up your slight tinge of hurt in your chest. But when he pulled you in for a kiss after a call, you didn’t deny him. You never could. 
and that extra pastry he brings home? he’d end up giving it to you when you had cramps the next morning in hopes of cheering you up. The taste of the pastry just made you think of the taste of his lips and that beautiful moment in the quaint, hole in the wall cafe. Your smile wouldn’t fade off your face for the rest of that morning. 
And that picture!!! He’d even ask the lady to take a couple for you guys so it could be just right. She’d just chuckle lightly, telling you guys that you were ‘the definition of love’ while she snapped a few more of you and your cheeks would turn bright red, prompting him to press sweet little kisses to them. 
Once he got his phone back his eyes would settle on that very picture; your arms wrapped around his waist as his hands hold your face to his lips. You’re giggling wildly in the photo, nose scrunched up and cheeks bright and rosy, and he couldn’t love you anymore. The golden sun lit the photo perfect, mimicking the warmth the two of you shared for each other. He’d be speechless for a moment as you looked at the photo, needing a moment to catch his breath. 
“I cannot believe how lucky I got with you,” he’d huff, blinking his eyes in disbelief, “you make my heart stop, lovey.”
He’d kiss your head and you’d giggle as you watch his long fingers press a couple of buttons, setting the photo as his wallpaper. 
“Mmm somebody is smitten,” you’d joke.
“Can’t help myself with a girl like you,”
And you were just as smitten with him. That is until you saw that godforsaken candid photo from the cafe. A groan would immediately tumble out of your mouth and your face would contort dramatically as you beg him to delete it. He’d just giggle and pull you in for another breathtaking kiss after whispering “you’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it” against your lips.
You two would continue on with your peaceful day, making the most of your version of “normal”. He’d be telling you all these stories, showing you all these different landmarks in the city he’d been to a million times, and crack his corny jokes and you’d just listen in amazement, beaming the whole time. You’d walked for a while, eventually ending up on a park bench together. You would be people watching in silence until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.
@shawnmendes tagged you in a photo.
Your eyes would flicker over to him, shooting him a confused look. Your face would light up as you see the picture the older woman took of you two earlier. You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger until you read the caption,
If this lasts forever I’ll be just fine.
You’d grab his face up and pull him in for a kiss so quickly, he’d flinch at the action. He’d relax into the kiss, immediately melting into your affection. Your lips would dance with his in another kiss that left him absolutely speechless. 
“I love you,” you say, pressing little pecks to his lips. 
His lips would be stuck in a loving, crooked smile and he’d just stare at you in wonder, eyes drooping from being love drunk. He’d be rendered speechless as he took your beauty in, feeling like his heart may burst at any moment. 
You’d kiss his smiling lips with a bit more force, making a loud humming smooch against them, “say it back.”
He’d giggle at your mockery, snapping out of his daze and pulling you by your waist into his lap.
“I love you too. So much.”
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Hyung, Open the door
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Genre: Smut with Yoongi / Tae / Jungkook x Female Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex (be safe folks), a LOT of oral sex (female receiving), a slight Sir kink, pet names (if that’s really a warning), creampie (yeah, a big one), ass spanking, a little hair pulling, cum eating (both male and female), multiple orgasms, body marking, aftercare, the tiniest bit of fluff possible.
Summary: You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.
Reference: Dispatch Billboard Awards Picture.
Photo credit: Dispatch Korea but run through a filter to match my page.
Track most listened to while writing: Passionfruit by Drake.
Word count: 5820 words
*thud* *thud* *thud*
Jungkook furiously pounds at the door of Yoongi’s room, yet he doesn’t answer.
“Hyung, open the fucking door”
Hearing the commotion Tae stands in the hallway of the dorm in just his black sweatpants and an open red robe, “What’s going on Gguk-ah?” 
“He’s AT it again,” Jungkook screams with exasperation, “I can’t stand it. It’s keeping me awake.” Jungkook is tired and close to tears. Sharing a wall with Yoongi wasn’t the wisest of choices. He thought having the sleepy one next door wouldn’t cause him any torment. The trouble was you.
*thud* *thud* *thud*
“Yoongi-ssi, you had better open this fucking door”
Tae is watching Jungkook, stood in the hallway of the dorm in just his grey sweatpants which left nothing to the imagination, which is when Tae notices what the problem is. What Jungkook could hear through the walls wasn’t just keeping him awake, it was causing more pressing issues.
*thud* *thud* *thud*
“Gguk-ah, just come share my room. You can sleep there,” Tae says trying to pull Jungkook away.
“What the FUCK do you want?” Yoongi swung open the door, standing nude and proud. Very proud. 
“Dude, put it away!” Tae says covering his eyes from Yoongi’s bare and erect cock. If this tactic was supposed to scare his younger brothers away, it worked with Tae but not Jungkook.
“Hyung. What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook pleads. 
“Umm, What do you think?!” standing with his swag expression.  
“Hyung. Every fucking night you’re making HER groan for hours. It’s causing me problems,” Jungkook directs his eyes to his crotch, “can you just stop?!” 
“So you’re here to cockblock me?!” Yoongi mocks. 
“No, I’m asking you to stop fucking for a bit so I can sleep!” says Jungkook.
“But I haven’t even gotten my cock wet yet!” Yoongi replies.
“I’m sorry. What?” Tae says, now a little braver than before but still trying not to look down at either of his brothers. 
“I said, I haven’t gotten my cock wet yet. As in I haven’t fucked her yet!” Yoongi explains. Tae and Jungkook look at each other as though to telepathically say the same thing, ‘WTF!’ “Hyung, What do you mean?” now a little more confused. 
“Hang on,” Yoongi sighs, letting the door slam as he walks back into his room. He’s gone for 2 minutes before opening the door again, this time with his sweatpants and hoodie on. “Come in,” he gestures to both Jungkook and Tae, who both slink inside to Yoongi’s room.
In the room, you’re wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite tees, something he must’ve thrown at you before opening the door. You’re sat on the bed, cross-legged but pulling the t-shirt to cover yourself, looking a little sheepish and flushed in the face. Your hardened nipples showing through the white tee. “Sure, you’re ok with this, kitten?” Yoongi asks you. You nod at him to imply you’re happy.  “Use your words, kitten! I need to hear them”. 
“Ye-yes, Sir. I’m ok with this” you say shyly.
Yoongi is a very possessive partner. Although he knows he could never truly own you, you were your own independent person after all, it still didn’t mean he wanted to know you’re exclusive to him. You are devoted to him of course. You love everything about him, his smile, his dark exterior but more that you know he’s a softie at heart and that he would do anything for you, as would you for him. When you were together, you were very vocal with Yoongi, but only in private, especially when he dominated you. But having 2 other very attractive men in the room is making you nervous, slightly exposed but excited, in a good way. Now you know they could hear you through the walls, it turned you on. Knowing that they were palming themselves listening to sounds you made from Yoongi inflicting his talents on you. It's making you incredibly excited, it pooling within you.
“Right boys, you want to know how I make her moan?” Yoongi asks, knowing they’d say yes but giving them the option to bail. 
“Well, it didn’t shuttle my cock,” Tae says looking at Jungkook waiting for him to answer. Jungkook stands there mouth agape. He’s been listening to you moaning through the wall for what feels like months. Hearing you climax over and over again, secretly wishing he could do that. Jungkook nods his head at Yoongi. 
Tae looks at them both shocked, “Um, we’re really doing this?”. 
“If you don’t want to, you know where the door is,” Yoongi suggests. Both younger guys are looking at you for permission, your eyes dark already with anticipation.
Yoongi had already been pleasuring you. You were already aching from being edged over and over. You were ready for release and this situation is incredibly tempting. You eye them up and down, bare-chested, toned and hard, well Jungkook is, Tae isn’t far behind. Imagining what they can do, all of them, including Yoongi applying his talents has your licking your lips at them. “Kitten, use your words,” Yoongi directs while removing his hoodie and throwing it on the chair. 
You kneel at the bottom of the bed, pulling the younger 2 towards you by their waistbands, looking up into their eyes watching them glaze over when you slur, “Yes. Sir”.
Yoongi separates both Tae and Jungkook, standing between them, while you look up at him, clawing at his sweatpants. He turns to both before looking back down at you, lifting his tee that clothed you by the hem over your head and throwing it behind him, not once breaking his fixation on you. “Watch. Then you get your turn,” he says while pushing you back onto the bed, completely nude and exposed for all 3 of them. Both Tae and Jungkook stand at the bottom of the bed, watching how Yoongi seems to already find your sensitive spots, eliciting moans and whimpers from your mouth. Tae is the first to move, removing his robe allowing it to fall to the floor. He wanders around to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, not once removing the show before him from his eyes.
Yoongi’s hands are brushing up the sides of your body, tingling your skin between the edge of tickling and satisfaction, making goosebumps on his path. His wet lips biting and pulling onto your earlobe before blowing onto the wet mark he’s made, sending a shiver down your spine and breathy moans leaving your throat. “She seems to like that Hyung,” Tae groans, “What else does she like?” as he leans in. 
“She. Likes. It. When. I. Kiss. Along. Here,” Yoongi says between kisses and nips at your jawline, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head from the sensation. “Also, when I do this,” his hands tracing up your collarbone to the nape of your neck and into your hair, you gasp, “wait,” then he gently pulls your hair making you dig your nails into his back and your legs twitch around him, “Aish! bitch.”  
Tae leans in, close to your ear, whispering in his lowest voice “Perhaps you’d like it if” Tae starts to move closer to the spot just behind your ear, “I. Kissed. Here.” His deep voice vibrating through the pauses as he places his soft lips on your neck, shaking your core. “Hyung, she likes my voice,” Tae points out to Yoongi, allowing him to continue his ministrations while Yoongi turns to Jungkook, who’s still shellshocked at the end of the bed. Well, not entirely shell shocked as his hand it down his sweatpants easing his frustration. Yoongi nods a signal for him to get involved making Jungkook walk around to the side of the bed and rest on it.
Your eyes meet his, he’s nervous but they’re lust filled. He wants this. You take hold of his hand, taking control a little to settle his nerves. You bring it to your lips, brushing each of his fingers on your moist bottom lip before taking his thumb in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around it before lightly sucking, making Jungkook suck air through his teeth. You watch him while you continue to lightly graze your teeth along his skin, licking the ‘wounds’ on your path, watching him getting more and more into this. He moves quickly, leaning in close to your ear whispering, “Do you want me to fuck you babygirl?” before he bites down on your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth. The speed and roughness he elicits in his actions, makes you cry out, your stomach sucking in, your core firing up and your hips writhing on the bed, stopping Tae and Yoongi in their tracks. Yoongi and Tae both smirk at each other before Jungkook acknowledges they’re there, shrugging back.
Gripping hold of your hips, Yoongi marks his way down your body, nipping the skin between your belly button and your pussy, making your body tingle. Running his fingers delicately along the tops of your thighs, before he places the lightest kisses on your mound, still not touching where you want him to be. Tae’s still kissing and biting at the skin along your jaw, collarbone, and neck, placing them achingly slow while he narrates with his deep voice in your ear. “Would you like me to kiss here?”, while brushing his fingers across your lips, “Or do you want Jungkook to?” groaning at him through your half-lidded eyes.  “What would Yoongi think if we did? Naughty Gurrrrrrl, wanting us on your lips.” 
On hearing this, Yoongi, covers the pad of this thumb with his precum and smears it across your lips and your cheek, before looking at his younger brothers and challenging them, “She’s marked as mine. If you want her you’ve got to go through me first.”
Jungkook didn’t hesitate, stopping his work on your neck and collarbone to kiss your lips. He’s soft at first covering his lips with Yoongi’s precum. The sight is something to behold through your burning eyes, the stickiness still connecting between your lips and his, before he licks his lips tasting his brother. You can’t stand this teasing and you reach up to him pulling Jungkook into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet y/n it's running down your thighs,” you hear Yoongi groan while he kisses your inner thighs, covering his lips with your wetness. Tae moves lower, kissing the valley between your breasts, covering every nerve ending before licking your hardened bud, making you hum in Jungkook’s mouth.
The sensation of having 3 men worship you this way is overwhelming. You felt hot. Your body covered in a sheen of sweat, your core tightened into a coil begging to be unravelled. There were kisses, licks, bites, sucks as well as gentle touches all over your body. But that’s when you felt it, Yoongi’s tongue flat on the slick on your pussy sending you wild, the sensation warm and welcomed. You arch your back so fast that you practically force Jungkook and Tae off you. They stop to watch him work, hands down their sweatpants already sticky from their precum.
Yoongi, begins slow and teasing, licking from your soaked lips all the way up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it before pulling slightly causing you drench is chin. Tae leans in to help you along, continuing his narration, “you like that baby?” making you nod through breathy pants. “Do you want to cum on his tongue?” 
You groan a “y-yes” between ragged breaths. 
“Perhaps we should see who you cum hardest for,” he challenges looking at Jungkook, who is always up for a competition. 
Yoongi looks up at you from between your thighs, groaning into your cunt from the fucked out sight in front of him, lifting only for a second to frankly say, “but she knows my tongue technology is superior.” The view below, seeing Yoongi looking up your body through his dishevelled brown locks, massacred by your hands running and pulling through them.
He continues his onslaught, fucking you with his tongue while he nuzzles your clit with his nose. His hands squeezing indents into your hips as he pulls you closer to him. Feeling you tighten around his tongue he knows you’re close. You’re too breathless to tell him, so he swaps his tongue for his fingers, easing them in 1 by 1 before he has 3 long digits curving to hit your spot, pumping at a steady pace. “You’ll want to watch this,” he says to his brothers, making them move to his view. Yoongi leans in to take your clit in his mouth, pants increasing with whimpers as he draws you to your high before you release all over his hand soaking the sheets beneath him. Groans are drawn out of the all the guys while Yoongi fingerfucks you through your orgasm, still latched onto your clit helping you through your comedown.
“Fuck, she cums hard Hyung,” Jungkook says while Yoongi crawls up the bed to your face, chin and lips still covered in you. 
“Yes, she does,” Yoongi agrees before planting a kiss on your lips, covering yours in your wetness. You open your eyes, still shut and coming down from your high. They’re still dark when they look up at Yoongi above you, licking your lips to taste yourself, to edge him on because you want more. “Fuuuuuu…” he says before closing in on another kiss, allowing you to delve deeper into his mouth, wrapping your tongue around his. You’re a little startled when you feel hands slide up the inside of your thighs, suddenly remembering you’re not alone.
“You’re so wet baby. Do you need me to clean you up?” Tae growls, looking up at you from between your thighs, his black hair parted allowing his eyes to peek through the strands. He’s waiting for your approval, while he gently runs his fingers along the tops of your thighs sending shivers up your body. Yoongi ignores him, needing to taste you more doing so by sinking his teeth into your swollen bottom lip and pulling. “Clean her up Hyung,” Jungkook says. Tae edges his fingers closer, being up close he can see how swollen you are and he needs to be gentle.
Starting with kisses on your thighs, he works up and across your mound, being careful not to touch your sensitive clit until you’re ready. He can hear you start to groan in Yoongi mouth, meaning he can finally taste you, placing the lightest kitten lick on your lips to cover his tongue in you. Jungkook moves closer, “How does she taste?”, Tae moves to allow Jungkook to taste for himself, placing his lips around your slit before pushing his tongue in shallowly, sucking you into his mouth. 
Tae, moves Jungkook out of the way, “She tastes so sweet. I need more”.
Jungkook, moves closer to your face allowing Tae to continue cleaning you up. Yoongi’s still on your lips, your hand down his sweatpants covering your hand in precum. “You taste like honey, babygirl,” Jungkook says, breaking your kiss with Yoongi and pulling your face to his, covering your lips and tongue in the wetness he’s not swallowed. 
“Let’s taste,” Yoongi pulls you to him desperate to taste you again. It’s messy, your lips are swollen from bites and kisses from 2 people but the taste of them has you ready for more. Your internal ache burning up again, causing you to gush on Tae’s chin, his tongue flicking on your clit.
“Gguk-ah, I need some help here,” Tae pulls on Jungkook’s leg to encourage him back down the bed. The 2 of them maneuvering to both clean you up. Jungkook lifts your right leg to an angle, sliding underneath, turning his head right getting a face full of your cunt, while Tae is reaching over your left leg to suck, pull and flick at your clit. Your upper body is busy with Yoongi, although you're becoming breathless again, the feeling of 3 tongues on your body is coiling you up once more.
Yoongi’s already kicked off his sweatpants, allowing easier access to him, his precum smeared over your hand as you pump his length. His kisses are still passionate and deep, making it difficult to breathe. You begin to groan in his throat, pulling away as the sensations are too much. “You close kitten?” he asks as he marks your neck, you’re nodding at him, unable to find your words. Yoongi pulls you up the bed away from Tae and Jungkook, he kneels between your legs and smears his precum over your clit, pumping and squeezing for more to dribble down onto your slit, mixing with your own juices as he lines himself up with your entrance.
He grabs your hips and pulls you up to straddle his lap, sliding you onto him. He stills for a minute while he lifts your body against him, you’re chest to chest when he plants a kiss on your lips. “You’re mine first kitten,” he tells you before he’s rolling your hips with his hands, making you gyrate on his lap. Your head thrown back from finally being full of him, pushing against the spot where you need him most, you’re peeking. Your breath is ragged while whimpers leave your throat, especially when he moves his hands to reach and touch your ass. “You want me in here kitten?”, he says as he places a finger on it to tease. You shake your head, focussed on the feeling coiling within you. “No? Do you want Tae or Jungkook instead?” he sounded slightly disappointed, as though you preferred his brothers to do that to you. You shake your head once more.
“What should they do then kitten? They’re waiting for you,” Yoongi asks, slowing slightly to keep you on the edge for a bit longer. You turn to them both, still sat at the end of the bed with their sweatpants on, their hands down them trying to ease the hardness. 
You turn to Yoongi, “I-I want t-them,” 
“Yes y/n, what do you want them to do?”, 
“I-I want,” pressure building up within causes you to stop, and Yoongi stops to stop you from going over the edge. 
“Use your words kitten,” He’s pressing for an answer as well as on your hips and neck. 
“I want them after you. I’m yours first Sir.” 
“Fuck y/n. You want them to fuck my cum into you?”. You nod to confirm, making Yoongi start rolling you on his cock again, “You’re so filthy. Wanting to be filled with me first. Them having to go through me to get to you. Allowing me to mark you as mine,” Yoongi turns to his brothers, “You heard her. Top drawer.” 
Making you mutter, “N-no. Without”. 
Yoongi’s eyes widen, a bit taken aback by your honesty, “You want to be filled with them too kitten?” Yoongi asks, causing a groan out of you and a roll of your shutting eyes.
Yoongi turns to his brothers for confirmation. Although this is what you want, he’s protecting you. He knows you’re on birth control but he doesn’t want to risk anything else. He is yours and you are his after all. 
Tae mouths “I’m clean” at Yoongi, knowing exactly what he’s getting at and hearing what you said. 
He looks at Jungkook who replies, “Not done it without before”. 
This draws a guttural groan out of your throat, your clenching around Yoongi, so close to release. “She likes the sound of that.” He lays you on your back, still kneeling so he’s got you tilted on his lap, pounding into your spot, making you tighten more and more by the second. “Fuck, you’re so tight y/n,” as he places his thumb on your exposed clit sending you over the edge. The coil releases, pulsating around Yoongi, “Fu-fuck” he curses as he finds his release too, spilling into you. The hot feeling of his cum filling you up causes groans from you. He stills not to overstimulate you before withdrawing, putting a pillow under you so you remain tilted on the bed, so not to a single spill a drop.
Yoongi watches you laying there, still breathing heavily, panting from your high, being teased for what felt like hours. You look exhausted and fucked out already, very little energy left and he could see your face wanting more. Your walls still pulsating from your high, the edge Yoongi pushed you over causing him to dribble from you and over your slit. “Careful kitten. Don’t spill any,” Yoongi says as he scoops up the white thread on his finger, presenting it to your mouth to taste him. You take his finger, wrapping your tongue around it to ensure you got every salty bit of him. He places a kiss on your lips before laying by your side, stroking your skin, turning to his brothers mouthing, “well?”.
Tae moves like a flash. You’ve never seen someone undress so quickly in your life. You blinked and he’s nude, his sweatpants pooled on the floor with the robe he dropped earlier, his cock angry, long and hard waiting for your touch, but he resists. “Baby, I’m going to take my time with you,” he growls as he crawls across the bed towards your face. 
He starts from lower stomach up your body, placing slow, light, kisses on your sweat sheened body, watching your face between the strands of black hair framing his dark eyes. He can see you're enjoying his touch, your eyes watching back, glazing over with lust and wanting. His touch becoming slower as he reaches the valley between your breasts, still heaving with heavy breathing, before his delicate fingers trace your skin, brushing up the sides of your body before cupping your breast in his hands. You gasp, as he brushes his thumb along the curvature and over your harden buds. He toys with you, swiping his thumb back and forth over your left when his kisses cover the right, taking your nipple in his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it. “Someone is sensitive,” he mocks between flicks of his tongue, causing heat to boil within you once more. He nips down on your breast, pulling at the nipple slightly between his lips, humming to send vibrations through your body.
Yoongi’s laying there by your side, watching Tae worship your body to make you want him inside. It’s hard for him to watch his brother do this to you, but the look on your face is ecstasy and he adores seeing you like this. He loves driving you to make those faces and sounds. He can’t resist putting kisses on your neck, tracing your ear with his lips, whispering “How often have you thought about this?”, you turn to face Yoongi and shake your head in response, “Pay attention to him kitten, he wants you… but remember, you’re mine,” before placing a kiss on your lips.
Tae is latched to your breast, his lips wrapped and sucking on it but his cock in his hand leaking precum all over his fingers and your mound, dribbling over your pussy. He lines himself up against your wet entrance, already filled with Yoongi, covered in Tae’s pre-cum and you’re already aching for more. Tae leans into your neck, towering over your sweat covered body placing kisses on your neck before whispering in your ear, “I want to feel you. I want you to cum for me. On me. Around me.” He catches your eyes, both of you dark, turned on and filled with lust. He moves closer, his strands of black hair touching your face as he leans in to kiss your lips, sliding into you as he does so. He’s hissing into your gaped mouth, your walls engulfing him as he bottoms out deep within you. You’re clenching around him already, mainly from sensitivity but he waits, continuing to kiss you until he feels you relax around him.
As soon as he feels you relax, Tae begins to grind into you painfully slow yet satisfyingly so. He’s doing as he promised. He wants to feel you, learn the what makes you hum, makes you hiss and groan, which he learns quickly. You feel full of him and you can feel Yoongi’s cum starting to dribble out of you, making Tae look down. “Fuck y/n. You’re leaking all over me,” before he leans back in to bite along your jaw, working down your neck, feeling you tighten around him. His angle adjusts and he’s hitting right where you need him. Every single slow press pushing you closer and closer, tighter and tighter around him. His rhythm is romantic, not in a loving way but like he’s making art. Considering each movement, whether with his hips, the glare from his eyes or his lips on your neck, it's all well timed like he knows what makes your body purr.
You begin to pant from feeling your core start to tighten, and Tae can feel it around him. “You getting tighter for me already baby?” his low voice having you in a whimpering mess. The vibrations from it shooting through you. You feel him grab your hand and place it on your lower stomach, placing his over the top pushing down slightly. “Push here y/n. You feel that?” you feel him moving inside you, and damn it's hot to feel it through yourself, making you clench tighter around him. “Do you like me fucking you baby?”, a groan pulls from your throat. “Keep your hands here. See if you can feel me cum” he tells you before he traces his hands up your sides, rolling your nipple with the one hand and cupping the other to meet his lips. His lips wrapped around your bud flicking his tongue back and forth, making your coil tighten to its brink. 
“I’m sooo close,” you purr. 
“I know Baby. I am too.” Tae growls with your nipple still in his mouth, and that’s when he does it. He clamps down on your nipple, sucking it into his mouth sending you throbbing over his cock. Tae isn’t far behind you and not only do you feel him spilling inside you, but you feel his throbbing cock through your stomach, where you still have your hand pressed.
He stills completely so you don’t lose any more of Yoongi and his cum from you until he falls away from you on the bed. Your back and ass still propped up with a pillow. “How was that Kitten?” Yoongi reminds you he’s here by stroking your hair. You nod at him, completely limp and fucked. “Good, because it’s Gguk’s turn now,” Yoongi reminds you. 
You shake your head, “Can’t,” you’re certain you can’t take anymore. 
You’re wasted and certain that any more will kill you, metaphorically speaking. “Kitten, he’s been so good waiting his turn. You’ve cum for me more times than this before,” Yoongi reminds you. Jungkook is sat on the end of the bed, wide-eyed. He still can’t believe this is happening, jerking himself off under his sweatpants, his abs tightening from the pressure of no release. Yoongi continues to stroke your hair, “Come on kitten, I know you can do this. I’ll help you.” You nod in agreement, although you’re sensitive.
Jungkook moves to you, not removing his sweatpants but climbs the bed. “Careful. I’m sensitive,” you tell him between deep breaths. 
“Sure Babygirl. I’ll be careful,” he affirms. He’s gentle in his approach, he wants to see you and talk to you before he does anything. He meets you face to face, brushing your hair with his fingers and you’re softening to his touch. “I’ve not done this before,” he says. 
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” brushing your hand through his hair, his eyes rolling from the touch as you tousle his locks. 
“No, I want to. I’ve been hearing you for months through that wall. It’s my turn to make you moan.” His doe eyes are dark and taking in your features. He looks at your lips then flicks up to your eyes, he’s staring at yours through his dark hair strands, sweat already beading on his brow, moistening his lips with his tongue as he leans in to kiss you. Tongues and teeth clashing, his actions are rougher than his words because he needs you.
His hands are gentle but his mouth is not. Jungkook’s stroking along your collarbone, your neck, holding your chin. His mouth is pressed tightly against yours, sighing into it as his tongue is wrapped around yours. He breaks to check you’re ok but your eyes tell it all, but he’s quick and turns your head, grazing the sensitive parts on your neck and jaw with his teeth. “You have no idea what your groans have done to me,” he murmurs in your ear before latching his lips around it and sucking. You gasp with pleasure. He’s quick but it’s working, he’s getting you wound up again. “I’m going to savour this,” he mutters, before working down your body.
His movements are precise like he’s thought about doing this to you over and over. He goes to mark you on your chest but stops before it can turn pink, licking the wound. He remembers you’re not his to mark, but your moans are currently all for him right now and he’s loving the way you sing them. He licks, nips and kisses his way lower, finding those sensitive areas of skin that almost flutter with his touch. He’s worshipping you and you're watching him do so. His eyes attentive to your face, watching for any flinch if he goes too far but from your stomach, he’s desperate to hear your moans for him.  There’s no sensitivity left, he’s building pleasure within you. He rolls his eyes closed when you run your fingers through his hair and pull at the strands slightly, dishevelling his sweaty locks. And that’s when he does it, he licks your inner thigh clean with one big stripe, already covered in you, Yoongi and Tae, his motions filling you with pleasure.
“Y/N, you’re so full,” Jungkook growls as he takes in your cum filled cunt. His tongue runs from the back to the front, scooping a load of cum from you before presenting it to your mouth. He doesn’t so much kiss you, he presses your lips with his until you open them to allow him in. Instead, he lets the cum from his tongue bead down with his saliva into your mouth, allowing you to taste Tae and Yoongi finally. You groan from his actions, they’re filthier than you thought considering he hasn’t done this before. “Look at you tasting my Hyungs after they filled you up”, he growls at you, sending you gushing. Then he’s gone. He’s latched to your clit, lips wrapped around it as he circles his tongue. He’s removing his sweatpants while he sends your insides coiling tighter for him, whimpers leaving from your lips. “Turn over for me Babygirl,” he says as he helps you over.
As you’re flipped ass up, head down, you feel a chest underneath you and hands threaded with yours, both Yoongi’s. “You’re beautiful like this Kitten,” which puts a smirk across your face. He starts stroking your cheek, watching you lovingly. He wants to watch your face as you cum. Jungkook strokes your back and ass cheeks before pumping himself, lining up with your entrance, cum already leaking out from both Tae and Yoongi, but now it’s about to be filled with his. Jungkook leans forward to kiss your shoulders and run his hands in your hair, balling some in his fist. “Sing for me Babygirl,” he whispers in your ear as he pushes into you, cum pushing out of you onto his skin and the bed. “Fuuuuu-,” you gasp out. Breathing heavy as Jungkook bottoms out in you. 
“Fuck you’re so wet,” Jungkook grunts. 
“Yeah, it’s different without,” Tae points out from the sidelines, a box smile spread across his face as he’s flaked out on the bed.
Jungkook stills for a moment, composing himself before he begins to move, and boy, he’s relentless. He begins pounding into you, slapping against you with every hip movement. His hands on your hips, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear within you and reappearing covered in cream. Some from you, some from his brothers. Yoongi starts to coax you through, watching you breathing heavy, whimpering and groaning. “I love watching your face when my tongue licks your cunt kitten,” your eyes snapping to Yoongi’s. You’re fixated on each other, no one else is in the room. “You always look like you’re in bliss. Just like now,” he continues while you let yourself listen to the pleasure burning within you, singing moans from deep inside you. “I love making you moan on my fingers. I love stretching you with my cock,” causing you to gasp. A slap ringing in the air from Jungkook’s hand on your ass cheek, the sting tightening the coil further. 
“Shit y/n you’re getting tight on me,” growls Jungkook between ragged breaths. So he does it again, slapping your ass thrusting you forward onto Yoongi’s lips, kissing you to help send you over the edge and cumming on Jungkook’s cock. 
Yoongi pulls away to watch your face, “but I love watching your face when you cum”. 
“Fuck Babygirl,” follows feeling Jungkook spill into you, filling you up for the 3rd time tonight as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” Yoongi says as you collapse on his chest. Both Jungkook and Tae are starfished naked on Yoongi’s bed, falling asleep. Yoongi slides out from underneath you, grabbing his sweatpants and puts a tee on you. You’re so fucked out you can barely move, making a mess on the sheets. He scoops you up into his arms as he walks out of his room. “I’m going to your room,” Yoongi announces but it’s too late, his brothers are sound asleep.
Yoongi carries you bridal style out of his room and into Jungkook’s room next door, immediately going to the bathroom to preheat the shower. He doesn’t even remove his sweatpants or the tee covering your body. He carries you into the walk-in shower, both of you soaked from warm water seeping through your clothing to hit the skin underneath. Yoongi lowers himself to sit on the shower floor with you curled in his lap, your head on his shoulder while allows the water to rain on you both from above. “But most of all kitten, I love you,” he whispers while he smoothes your hair, embracing you until you fall asleep.
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Day 6 - Rain
N/A: The setting is completely different but I had this lovely art made in @laquilasse in mind the whole time when writing this (and for some reason I remembered the umbrella to be blue, wtf.)
The rain feels nice on the face, if only for the feeling of cold cleanliness that every drop leaves behind itself, as it slips from his cheeks to his neck to dampen the starched collar of his white shirt. Pennyworth is not going to be happy about this particular suit getting ruined.
“It belonged to your father”, the old man had said, and Damian had wondered if the butler had really expected him to be thankful for those hand-me-down clothes.
He had preferred not to comment, and had put them on in silence, vaguely annoyed that they were a little too big for him, even though the butler had assured him that his father was almost the same age as Damian when he first wore them.
Only now, in front of his own father’s gravestone, Damian realizes that Bruce Wayne must have worn that suit to his parents' funeral.
“How fitting”, he says to himself, and the steady sound of the pouring rain drown his voice into a whisper.
Mother could never tell him much about Thomas and Martha Wayne. All of her intel had been gathered from common sources of information like newspapers and special events organized in their commemoration. She never cared much about them, or at least not enough to investigate them further than that.
Damian supposes he could ask Pennyworth about it. One thing all old men have in common is that they like to talk about the past, remembering the good old days. What Damian had wanted, of course, had been for Bruce to tell him everything about their legacy, but he supposes it was an idle wish anyway: Father hadn’t looked like the kind of men that liked that sort of stuff.
The smell of wet grass is almost overwhelming where he’s standing, to the point of almost being able to totally cover up the smell of mud and dirt so typical of a recently closed grave. Damian inhales it in slow, deep breaths that also help him in clearing his mind crowded with conflicting feelings.
He doesn’t mind being wet, not as much as the idea of being completely alone. Home is not with Talia anymore, and it’s never really been with Ra’s, and now Gotham is another place to leave behind, and Father just a wasted chance.
Damian should be more upset about it, he knows. But if he has to be honest with himself - and this looks like just the right time and place for such a thing - then he has to admit he hadn’t liked Father that much to begin with. He had been an impressive warrior, just like Mother had always said, but of everything else, Damian had found him lacking.
He kicks the dirt with the shiny point of his new, expensive pair of italian leather shoes, and he watches as a long, rosy earthworm twists underneath the clump that has just been overturned over its head, leaving it exposed to the rain and the danger of the world above. Earthworms have neither eyes nor ears, they do not breathe through lungs nor gills, and they can only live in the dark. They can, however, regenerate themselves when they get hurt. Damian supposes there are worse fates than that.
He keeps staring at the earthworm and wonders where he should go next, how long can he survives on the run before Grandfather catches him. Damian raises his hands in front of his eyes and stares at them carefully, trying to imagine what will happen to his soul once Ra's will take possession of his body. Was it weird for Grandfather to use hands that were not his own? Seeing through eyes that belonged to someone else? Speak with a voice of a stranger?
Damian tries to imagine his own body raising from the waters of the Lazarus pit, old, familiar scars erased to make his body a blank canvas on which to paint another life, one that Damian would not share. He shivers and promptly blames the freezy rain for it. It would be a honor to serve the Demon Head. It’s his duty, the reason he was born.
He’s so lost in his thoughts, it takes him a moment to register the new sound of the rain, the padded beat that replaces the constant drumming. There’s a blue shadow over his head, and Damian raises his glaze to find Grayson looking down at him and holding a blue umbrella over him. The color momentarily leaves Damian speechless: he was convinced that only black umbrellas were allowed at funerals.
“You’re soaked”, Grayson comments. “You’ll get pneumonia if you don’t get out of the rain.”
“I don't get sick”, Damian retorts contemptuously.
“Alfred will be thrilled to hear that”, Grayson answers. “He’s always complaining about our immunitary system and and how we insist in living our lives like we have a good one.”
“My immune system is flawless”, Damian answers after a beat. He doesn’t even know why they’re talking about it or why he should care about their opinion on it, but he wants to make things clear anyway.
Dick nods with the utmost seriousness, then he shrugs under the pouring rain.
“Well, my isn’t”, he replies, and only then does Damian notice that the man is holding the umbrella in front of him, so that it would cover Damian but not himself. It looks like a very stupid thing to do. “So how about we go back to the house? Alfred is making tea and I know for a fact that, hidden somewhere in the kitchen, there is a batch of cookies that has just come out of the oven. I could definitely eat something.”
Damian could eat too. He throws a quick look at the mansion behind them. It doesn’t look welcoming at all, but it will be warmer than out here. Maybe he'll be able to steal some of those cookies for the long, hard journey ahead of him.
He lets Grayson lead the way, and doesn't comment when the man keeps holding the umbrella over his head to protect him from the rain. If he's stupid enough to be proud of such a foolish gesture, it's not Damian’s business.
“We can’t stay here for long”, Dick says, while they make their way to the house. “I wanted to stay long enough for the funeral and to gather a few things. You’re welcome to take a look around if you want to take something with you. Bruce had a nice collection of dagger in his study, I think you’ll like it.”
At first Damian registers the words without really understanding them, then he blinks and stops in his tracks. The umbrella stops with him.
“We?”, he repeats, looking up at the man next to him.
“Yeah”, Grayson answers and he smiles sadly at Damian’s confused expression, completely misinterpreting it. “I know this is your home and you’d like to stay here but the cave is compromised, so we need to move everything. It’s not going to be permanent, I promise you that, but for the time being we’re going to stay in a new place. I already have a few options in mind.”
Damian doesn’t want to ask, but he needs to be sure.
“Am I coming with you?”
Dick looks as surprised as Damian feels, when he looks down at him.
“Well, yes”, he answers with half a smile. “I’m not leaving you here alone in the Manor, that’s for certain. Social services would have my arse if I tried. And it's been hard enough to convince Alfred to move, if it hadn't been for you I don’t think he would’ve agreed at all, he was ready to build a fort in the kitchen, I swear.”
Once again the stream of words coming from Grayson’s mouth leaves Damian disconcerted, and to avoid showing his surprise he looks away and starts walking towards his father’s house. Again, the umbrella follows him.
“Okay”, he feels compelled to say anyway, just to have the last word on the man and pretend like he had always known that he was going to stay here in Gotham, because of course he is: this is where his father had wanted him to be, where his mission has been interrupted, only for Damian to take it in his hands and make it his own.
And Grayson could prove to be of some use too, who knows.
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