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t-o-m-hollands · 3 years

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Summary: You travel to meet Tom who is away filming. Since he is sharing a house with Harrison who is expected back at any second you have to make a decision; be quick - or quiet?

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Extended warnings under read more - but this is smut and strictly +18.

Notes: This is sort of set in the same universe as The Bet just a few months later - BUT you do not have to have read that story to read this one, since there is literally zero plot in this. PWP, like truly. There isn’t even a hint of plot. A liiittle bit corny/fluffy. Also, they are both idiots, like I cannot stress this enough, they are both so dumb.

Also I am once again staying up too late to write smut while tipsy. It is what it is.

Extended warnings: Unprotected sex in established relationship. Little bit of stripping from Tom. Some teasing. Talk about bondage but no actual bondage in this. Spanking. Hand around throat; though no choking. Derogatory language.

You fall through the door and into each other’s arms and it would have been romantic if he had managed to catch you as you lounge at him and remain standing on his feet. As it is, you both tumble over and fall to the ground.

“Tom, for god’s sake!”

“Oh hush! At least you landed softly on my chest! I took the hard hit!”

“Babe, there’s nothing soft about your chest and we both know it”.

But by this point his lips have been removed from yours for too long and so instead of arguing he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and raw and hungry, his hands in your hair pulling you closer towards himself; closer, closer and closer still. Your hair is loose and your lips are bitten and wet from his kisses and his jeans feel uncomfortable tight over the crotch. Your so fucking beautiful and for a moment he thinks about just fucking you right here and now; on the hard wooden floor of the hallway, surrounded by a mess sneakers, umbrellas and Wellington boots. He’d fuck you quick and hard and fueled up on lust Or perhaps make it to the dining room table and bend you over that; your beautiful ass in the air and his fist in your hair. Or maybe up against the hall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you.

But the threat of Harrison returning any moment feels very real indeed, even as you’re on top of him, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. Groaning at what he has to do he lays his hands on the sides of your hips, making you stop your grinding. Pushing you upward you soon take the hint and stand up, pulling you with him and honestly, he was going to lead you into the bedroom - honestly, he was. But you look at him and bite your swollen lip, still wet from kisses and suddenly you’re pushed up against the wall, your lips back where they should always be; on him.

He’s hard as a rock; has been since he picked you up at the airport. On the drive back to the house the studio has rented for him and Haz while they’re filming your hand never left his lap, just kept stroking and stroking his dick. You had offered to give him a blowjob and honestly, he’d lie if he said he wasn’t considering it. But just the thought of your mouth around his dick after months spent apart has him seeing stars. He would never have been able to concentrate on the road if that happened. That and the fact that he had been able to think about nothing else than coming inside your warm cunt for weeks now.

“We gotta be quiet babe, Haz will be back soon” he says, in between urgent kisses, his hand over your breast; playing with your nipple through the fabric. “Think you can be quick?”

“Honey, I didn’t travel for eight hours to be quick.”

“Fine, then you’ll have to be quiet” and before you have time to respond he takes hold of your thighs and he lifts you up in the air. You fall forward, bending over his shoulder, and he slaps your ass as he walks over to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way you drop your ballerina flats but he keeps walking. You half-laugh, half-protes the entire way there, kicking your legs and ordering him to put you down. When he reaches the bed he does and you fall down on it; landing with your back against the soft mattress.

Your gorgeous legs are spread and so much skin visible in your short jeans shorts; his white dress shirt that you have burrowed tucked into the hem. You bite your lip again and look up at him through your lashes, knowing very well the effect it has on him.

Well, two can play that game.

Looking you right in the eye he brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifts it, revealing the muscles underneath. Pulling it over his head he throws it on the clean ground; having taken the time yesterday to clean up the mess of the house before your visit. He kicks off his shoes and then, smiling wickedly at your wide eyes, he places his hands on his belt, slowly unfastening it.

You reach out to touch him but he reprimands you. “Nah-ah, don’t think so darling. Take off your shirt.”

To his endless surprise; you do what you're told. Unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it on the floor you smile up at him. You aren’t wearing a bra.

“You traveled all the way here like that?” He asks in disbelief; and now it is he who wants to reach out his hands and touch you.

“I don’t like the thought of them seeing my bra in those scanner things at the airport” you shrug.

“So…” and he rubs his forehead, not knowing what else to do with himself “so you decided it was better to just not wear anything?”

You shrug again, unfaced. “Look, I’m not saying my logic makes sense but-”

“Seems a stretch to call it logic then, doesn’t it?”

“Tom” you whine, “I love you, but just remove your fucking pants and shove your dick in me already!”

And so he moves his hands to the zipper of his jeans, where a bulge is clear to see. Still smiling he slowly drags it down before shoving his trousers over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them he kicks them to the side; leaving him just in his boxers which he swiftly removes as well.

Standing in front of you, completely naked, as you stare at his body with fervent hunger and blazing need makes him feel almost invincible.

“Take off your shorts” he orders and it surprises him how low and lustful his voice sounds, even to his own ears.

Again you do as he says and he stares at you as you slowly reveal more of the beautiful skin of your body. He wonders if you feel as adored when he looks at you as he does when you look at him. He hopes you do.

You remove your underwear as well, laying back against the bed to shimmy out of them. He takes a step forward, grabs hold of your ankles as you dangle them in the air. Placing himself in between them he takes one of your uplifted legs and he kisses the soft inside of your calf.

“Gonna tie these up one day” he says and kisses your skin again. “Tie them up and tease you for hours. Really take my time and drag it out until you’re shaking and breathless and so desperate to come all you can say is ‘please, Tom’”.

He hears how your breath picks up, and can practically sense you growing wetter. Your eyes are glossy with want already.

Reaching down to your core he slips a finger in you with ease. He snickers. “I’ve barerly even touched you and you’re already this wet?”

Since you can’t deny it you buck your hips up for more instead. He bends down and kisses the tender skin above your ribs with an open mouth. It’s soft and sweet and in sharp contrast from the finger moving inside you; that is all rough and quick movements.

Moving up he places his wet mouth around one of your nipples and you writhe underneath him, your legs hugging onto his waist. Sucking on the sensitive flesh, gently nippling down on it, he then blows cold air on the wet spot and you moan, bucking up against his hand; that is still moving in and out of you.

“More” you demand in another moan, and you lift your hips up, holding yourself up by your legs around his waist, pressing yourself against him

“This is why you should be tied up,” he says, biting your nipple again. You moan and continue to push yourself against him.

He leans back, grabs a hold of your hips, and twists you until you fall over on your stomach. He spanks your ass, hard; one time, two times, three times, four times. Two on each side. It only has you writhing all the more underneath him.

He squeezes the soft flesh of your ass in his hands and groans. Moving his hands over your lower back, pressing his palms in almost as if massaging you. Your body is tense, but he knows your body well, knows its because of anticipation for what’s to come. Slowly he removes his big hands from your back, instead slowly dragging his short-nailed finger up over your spine. He watches in fascination as you shower beneath him.

While he was away filming he had bought a guitar. Had practised the instrument for hours trying to make it play him the perfect sound. But as he drags his finger up your spine again and you whimper he knows that your body is the only instrument he wants to perfect.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes” you say, a little breathlessly.

And again his palm connects with your skin, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the empty house. Again and again and again he does it. You squirm beneath him, gasping and moaning and clasping at the sheets; pushing back against his palm, eager for more. He spanks you until your skin feels warm, so he moves his hand in soothing circles over the tender place as you breathe out a sigh.

“Come here” he says, and his voice is gruff and tender with need for you. Pulling you up towards him until you back is pressed against his chest, your legs widely spread so your thighs are outlining his and your glistening wet cunt is pressed against his dick.

Playing with the tip of his cock, teasing it against your entrance he whispers rasperly in your ear, “think you can be quiet?”

You look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, and nod eagerly.

“You sure?” he asks, continuing to tease you. “You see, Haz could come back any second now and we wouldn’t want him to hear you, would we?”

You shake your head, and god, you really must want this because you waste no time arguing with him. So he decides to reward you and slips himself into you; pulls your body even closer to yours.

You bite your lip to hold back the moan but it slips through your lips anyway.

He moves a hand up to your throat, places his Rolex clad wrist around it, and the other hand around your waist; guiding you up and down over his cock, as if you were bouncing in his lap. Your breasts move up and down with the movement and honestly he wishes he had more arms so that he could touch you everywhere at once.

When another moan falls from your lips he shushes you gently in your ear, “ now, now” he warns.

He lifts you higher up and higher up by each movement, before pressing you down harder and deeper against him

And then you both hear it. A car driving up the driveway.

Haz is home.

He slams you down against him again and the ecstatic sound that leaves you is positively animalistic. He reaches for your panties, discarded on the side of the bed. Balling them up he moves it to your mouth and obligingly you open it. He shoves them in before tenderly kissing the side of your lips. Your eyes are tight shut in concentration, trying with all your might not to make a sound as you hear footsteps walking by outside.

“Remember, quiet now” he warns, mouth pressed against your ear.

Yet you make a deep, wanton moan and he fuck up into you even harder, grinds your hips against his until your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Think you like this darling” he whispers again against your ear. “Think you like the thought of maybe getting caught. Think you like knowing that this is what I’ll think of for those months we spend apart and I gotta take care of myself.”

He pushes you up and forward, until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with one swift movement he’s inside you agains; the angle so perfect it has him seeing stars.

“Almost made me come before I was ready there” he says and spanks your ass, though not as hard as last time.

You're slick and wet and he can see it running down your thigh and he wants to groan in pleasure but outside he’s pretty sure Harrison is talking to the neighbor, looking for his keys.

He pulls you up closer to him and slams into you until you're clenching around him, your skin so hot against his thighs it feels like they are on fire. He knows you love this position and its clear in your tense, arched body.

He leans down and to out of breath now to whisper he says in a hushed voice, “he’ll be inside the house soon, you gonna be quiet? Or is Haz about to find out just how slutty you are?”

Your answer is yet another moan, muffled against your panties.

So he fucks into you; hard and fast and deep and it’s like the pleasure is everywhere; clouding his eyes from seeing clearly and stopping his lungs from breathing freely. Your toes are curled and your back is arched and it all feels so overwhelmingly and blissfully intense; so fragile and vivid and frantic it’s like neither of your body quite knows what to do with all the pleasure. Like you are both about to combust from it.

His arms and legs are shaking with the effort and he feels sweat running down his back. But then you shake as well and he feels you convulse around him and god - it’s heaven.

It takes a while before you both return to reality. He removes your underwear from your mouth and gently kisses your lips; pulling you in close against him.

“Love you” he says and kisses the tip of your nose. “Thank you for visiting.”

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfic

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Love Chocolates

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; established relationship

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, food (should that even be considered a warning??) mentions of (implied lovers) members (Changlix), use of aphrodisiac stimulants, dry humping (f), masterbation (m), PIV, unprotected sex, cream pie, mentions of multiple rounds.

A/n: yup. i finally decided to post the fic about tiktok chocolates i mentioned before (in my minho smut). this has been in my drafts for a while actually lol

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But whyyy?” Jisung whined, shaking your arm. “It’ll be good! I promise!” He sticks out this pinky, wiggling it with a tiny pout. You sighed at him, maneuvering his hand away from your face.

“They’re just some dumb viagra knockoffs that probably don’t even work, Ji,” you argued, “how do you even know they’ll work?”

“Felix and Bin tried them!”

You looked at him, subtly prompting him to continue. He, however, only stood silently with an expectant look.

“Aaand...?”

Your boyfriend’s face then contorted into a look of sheepishness. “Well, uh, they didn’t exactly tell me if it was good or not...” he replied, fiddling his fingers.

“What.”

“But! But, judging by the pervy looks on their faces when I asked about them, I think it’s pretty safe to say that they had a good time!”

You let out a deep exhale, yet again, pinching the bridge of your nose. “May I ask, how did they even find out about those ‘sex chocolates’?”

“Tiktok!”

What the fuck.

Why would Jisung think that this’ll help spice up your sex life? Your sex life is great, which is what you’re assuming both of you agree on. You both get aroused regularly and normally, so what’s the point?

“But what if they don’t even work and they’re just fucking around with you, Ji? Then you just spent $30 for nothing,” you said.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say “for nothing”. They’re still chocolate! So we’d still be winning!” he reasoned.

“Okay, but, why do we even need them? We already fuck like rabbits on a daily, so what’s the difference if we do take the aphrodisiac chocolates?”

“That, my lovely, sexy, sweet girlfriend, is the fun part!” he said with a impish grin.

Uh oh. He had a proposition, and you’re not really thrilled to hear it. You knew there was a catch to all this. “The game is, we both have to take two- one to make us mindblowingly horny and another to boost up our libido- and see how long it’ll take for us to snap!”

You didn’t say anything. You merely gave him a look, as if you were saying “really?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun, babe!” Jisung jumped, excitedly. “Pleeeaaase~?” He shook you around for a bit before you finally submitted to his pleas.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do it.”

“YES! I LOVE YOU!” Jisung beamed. He spun you around and kissed you. Even though you wanted to be mad at him, you just can’t. Jisung was just too cute to resist.

“Yeah yeah, now hand me two of those placebo chocolates, you horny motherfucker.”

He snickered, turing around to hand you the chocolates on the coffee table. Giving them to you, you tore one open to eat. You made disgusted look after tasting the first one.

“Ew,” you complained, “mint chocolate.”

“Hey, no mint chocolate slander in this household! Or else i’ll have no choice but to break up with you.”

“Shut up and eat yours already!”

- Timeskip ⏰ -

It’s been almost 30 minutes and the chocolates still haven’t kicked in yet. You grumbled, checking your phone again for the time.

“You said it just takes about 15 minutes for the effects to kick in,” you whined, turning to Jisung, who sat on the other loveseat on your left. “What gives?”

“I don’t know!” he said, raising both his hands up. “Give it more time. Maybe it might work a little different for some people.”

You groaned. Wanting to lay down, you grabbed the longer pillow that was on the otherwise to the couch to wrap around your legs. Instead of feeling comfortable, you felt a numbing ache in between them. All of a sudden, you felt hyper aware of the heat in the room (and in your vagina).

You tried moving yourself around to ignore the pain, which ended up being a terrible idea for it made you even more needier. You let out a small whimper, and of course, Jisung heard it.

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?” he asked worriedly. You shook your head ‘no’ then looked at him.

“I can feel it, Ji,” you whimpered with glossy eyes. He knew exactly what you were referring to. He was going to stand up and check on you but he felt a familiar shock down his dick at the sight of your needy expression. He instead lead back further into the seat, digging his hands onto the armrest.

Fuck.

He wanted to go to you so bad to please each other. But of course he remembered about the game you two established. So all he could do is watch helplessly as you grounded against your pillow.

“Hm, fuck. Ji,” you whimpered, trying to grind harder into the pillow. But it wasn’t enough. Thanks to the sex chocolates, it made you even more sensitive but harder to satisfy. Seeing how humping your pillow isn’t enough, your dominant hand trailed down between your legs and into your panties. You rubbed gentle circles onto your clip at first, making you cry out and bury your face into the pillow.

Jisung squirmed in his seat, watching you fling your panties off your legs while your hand rubs harsher circles onto your clit, your hips moving at the stimulation. Not bringing able to handle it anymore, his right hand went into his shorts to pull out his penis to stroke it. His head fell back, finally feeling relief. “Hmm. Fucking shit...” he moaned, bucking his hips. He bit the bottom of his thin lips, pumping faster. However, just like you, it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy him as well.

“Ji-Jisung,” you weakly called out to him, looking up at him again. You had tears in your eyes from the sexual frustration. “Fuck, it hurts. I-it doesn’t feel as good. Want your fingers instead.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled. He stood up abruptly, dick still out, and walked to where you were. He hovered above you as he removed your hands from your pussy- right as you were about to finger yourself, sucking on your fingers. You whined, both from the lost of simulation on your clit and from Jisung sucking your slick from your fingers.

He unlatched your fingers with a string of saliva still connect itself to them and kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue into our mouth, making you moan. You enjoy the lewdness of the kiss; his tongue massaging yours, having a faint taste of yourself. He pulled away from your sweet lips and removed his shorts and underwear. He pumped himself a few time while kissing you.

“Want my cock, baby?”

You nodded your head, pouting. “Please fuck me, Sungie,” you panted. “Need you so bad.”

“Hmm. Shit,” he exhaled sharply, inserting himself into your wet cavern. The two of you moan simultaneously. Jisung gave you a minute to adjust before thrusting slowly. You whimpered at the pace he was going, deeming that it was too slow for your unbearably horny self. You wrapped your arms around his back, grinding your hips further into his, making Jisung throw his head back with a loud moan.

Getting your silent plea, he moved his hips in a deliciously fast pace. You arched your back, relieved that you were finally feeling the numbing pleasure you craved. Jisung leaned down, breathing heavily into your ear while you gave quiet moans and whimpers of your own. Filthy slaps and other unholy noises filled the room. With each thrust, his hips moved faster and harder, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Holy f-fuck, baby,” Jisung moaned, “I’m so close.”

“M-me too,” you slurred. Your eyes were shut tight as you felt your core clench tighter and tighter around Jisung’s cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before releasing his semen inside of you, letting out a few choked moans. Feeling his hot cum fill you up pushed you to your own release, your body spasming as you do. Jisung rocked his hips a little, riding out your highs, before finally pulling out, his cum slowly dripping out of you.

Out of exhaustion, your boyfriend collapsed on top of you, his face buried in between your breasts. You stroked his hair out of comfort before remembering about the deal that was made prior.

You giggled, “Hey, Ji? What happened to ‘seeing how long it’ll take til one of us snaps’?”

Jisung laughed while shaking his head. “Fuck that. We both know that it would’ve been me to give in first no matter what.”

You laughed, your chest shaking his head, kissing the top of his head. You cuddled for a while before feeling the ache between your legs come back again.

Luckily, you weren’t the only one. “Uh...Y/n?”

“MmHmm?”

“My -uh- dick is hard again...”

“...”

“Wanna go for another round?” he said, moving to look at you. You sat up instantly, removing his shirt before taking off your own. You kissed Jisung’s lips roughly, moving to sit on his lap. It’s safe to say that the sex chocolates do actually work, and pretty damn well too.

You might have to thank Felix and Changbin for recommending them to Sungie later.

#stray kids #skz #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #han jisung scenarios #han jisung oneshot

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i-like-yoongi-a-latte · 3 years

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Party preparations – Buddie

pairing: Eddie x Buck

genre: established relationship, humor, fluff

words: 1,9k

warnings: none, or maybe I should say that I tried to write cute and funny things

summary: Buck and Eddie host a party, and they need to do the preparations for it. How much chaos and clumsiness can you fit in Buddie’s house?

A/N: I wrote this as a birthday gift for Elisa/@firefighter-diaz, I know it’s very late but here it is! I hope you’ll enjoy x

x x x x

“Are you sure you can do it?” Eddie asks from the kitchen as he’s mixing the cake batter.

“Of course, I’m not that clums- shit.” Buck’s voice is heard from the living room.

“… Come again?”

“It’s… A minor setback, nothing too severe.” Buck stares at the ripped letter ‘A’ in his hands and sighs to himself. “Nothing a piece of tape can’t fix.”

He takes a piece of tape, and the letter is as good as before. As long as you don’t look the back of it closely. He hangs the letter in its place and hums in content, as the letters spell out the greeting.

Eddie chuckles at Buck’s adorable clumsiness and checks the recipe again for the correct order of adding the ingredients – he can’t mess this up, it needs to be perfect.

“Woah, was there an explosion or why is everything covered in flour?” Buck giggles as he arrives to the kitchen and gives Eddie a quick side hug. Eddie smiles fondly and replies.

“It was a struggle to open the bag, and then the flour just flew around, that’s all.”

“And that’s why people use containers to store the flour.”

“But we ran out of flour the last time, so I had to open the bag now.” Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes playfully. Something about Eddie using the word ‘we’ makes Buck’s skin tingle in a good way.

Eddie’s words bring back a memory from their last baking session.

They made chocolate chip cookies, or well, they made cookies that had some chocolate in them because they devoured almost all of the needed chocolate while baking. That, and the first batch burned because the two were too busy fighting over the perfect size of a cookie.

Eddie said that small, bite-sized cookies were the best, while Buck was rambling about the perfect big cookies that were still a bit soft from the center. The timer was on, but it was too late, as the smell of burnt cookies filled the whole house, and soon the fire alarm started beeping.

“Now look, if these were bigger, they wouldn’t have burned.” Buck says as he takes the batch out of the oven. Eddie rolls his eyes at him.

“They would be burned.”

The second batch didn’t burn, and the cookies tasted good, no matter the size.

“Ahh, okay, explanation accepted.” Buck grins after the memory in his mind ends. “I’ll put some music on, okay?”

Eddie hums in approval as Buck searches for his phone and connects it to the speakers. Soon Taylor Swift starts to play softly in the background.

“I’ll put the cake in the oven, could you put the flour in the container?” Eddie asks while pouring the batter in the cake pan.

“On it.” Buck responds and takes the container from the cabinet, waving it in front of Eddie playfully before taking the bag of flour in his hands.

He pours the flour gently, but as if the universe wanted to play with him, the flour puffs out so there’s a huge pile of it on the counter, beside the container. Buck freezes for a second until he hears Eddie snickering – he doesn’t even try to hide it! Buck shoots him a glare.

“Don’t.” Buck says and tilts his head at him. “Not one word.” He lifts his index finger to make his words more effective. Eddie’s eyes sparkle as he smiles widely at Buck’s behavior. Then he puts the cake pan in the oven, setting the timer so that it won’t burn (hopefully).

“I thought you said we store flour on the containers, not on counters.”

“Alright, that’s it, I told you-” Buck takes a handful of flour and threatens to throw it on Eddie.

“Hey hey hey, whoaaa, let’s not, the place has to be clean for the party!” Eddie raises his hands as if he’s surrendering.

“The place is covered in flour already.” Buck says and raises his brow, challenging him.

“It was only one joke, I won’t joke about it anymore, okay? Please do not throw that, it’s enough work to clean this mess…”

Buck tries to put the flour from his hand back on the counter, but it has already fallen on the floor, covering his feet.

“I’m not throwing it around just because of the party. Don’t think I wouldn’t cover you in flour otherwise.” Buck tries to sound serious, but his lips curve into a smile which ruins the serious image.

“As much as I’d like to have a food fight with you right now, let’s just clean this up before the cake is ready.” Eddie says and points at Buck’s feet. “And don’t you dare move with those flour-feet of yours before I get the dustpan!”

“Romeo, save me, I’ve been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you, but you never come!” Buck sings along to the song playing in the background while Eddie searches for the dustpan

And that starts their mini concert featuring some twirls and fond smiles at each other.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-twoooooooooo”

“… Yeah, stick to firefighting, bud.” Buck tries to hide his chuckle as he jokes about Eddie’s attempt on a high note.

“What?!” Eddie puts his hand on his chest and feigns being offended. “You think I enjoy your shower concerts while you’re belting out some Ariana??”

“Oh I know you do, you love my golden vocals!”

The cake timer goes off, letting Eddie escape the situation. Now Buck doesn’t get the satisfaction of him admitting that he likes to hear him sing in the shower.

Eddie takes the cake on the counter and checks that it’s cooked.

“I’ll start whipping the cream, could you take the strawberries?” Eddie asks while taking the cream and strawberries from the fridge.

Buck hums while walking beside Eddie, taking the strawberries with him.

“Should we put some inside the cake?” Buck asks while cutting the berries in half.

“Hmm, maybe yeah.”

Buck takes one piece and throws it in his mouth.

“Hey, don’t do that or we won’t have any left for the cake! Remember how it went with the chocolate last time?” Eddie says jokingly.

“It’s important to test the taste, so that we know if they’re good or if they’ll ruin the cake.” Buck explains while pouting. Eddie rolls his eyes at Buck’s reasoning. Buck has a point, but he also has a big appetite, so it wouldn’t take long for all the berries to be gone.

“Here, take one.” Buck holds a strawberry near Eddie’s lips, urging him to open his mouth. He opens his mouth, the strawberry tastes sweet.

“Your logic sounds like you’d need to taste each strawberry to know if they’re good or not.”

“I could do that, if you’d like.” Buck smirks in response. A competitive spark lights in Eddie’s eyes.

“Don’t you dare, or you’ll-”

“Sleep on the couch? That’s an old one, babe.” Buck looks so smug that Eddie would like to wipe that smirk off with a slap… of his lips against his, maybe. The nickname makes his cheeks burn.

“… You’re lucky I love you.” Eddie says while rolling his eyes. “Besides, I was going to say that you’ll be running to the store.”

“Yeah, sure, dear.” Buck hums and glances at blushing Eddie. He loves to press his buttons, it’s cute to see him blush at his words.

Eddie glances at Buck. He loves his flirtatious teasing, even though he might say he doesn’t, but Buck knows it. If the cake was for them, he wouldn’t mind if Buck ate all the strawberries, but as it was for someone else, they needed to be careful. Maybe he should have bought two boxes of strawberries, one for Buck and the other for the cake – well, next time he’d remember to buy double the needed amount.

Eddie cuts the cake and starts filling it, Buck slices rest of the strawberries and slides the cutting board closer to the cake. They work together and assemble the slices carefully in, but as Eddie tries to put the other half on top of the lower one, it breaks apart. Eddie’s eyes widen as he sees the cake pieces on the counter. Then he closes his eyes, and Buck can see him counting to ten in his head to calm down.

“It’s okay, we’ll cover it with the cream and it’s okay.” Buck says as Eddie puts the pieces in place.

Eddie sighs and starts frosting the cake with a palette knife and Buck follows his work closely.

“Could you make it look smoother? I don’t trust myself with this.” Eddie says and hands the palette knife in Buck’s direction. Buck shakes his head.

“No, it looks great. I can make the swirls on top of it, though.” Buck takes the piping bag and fills it with cream. He’s focusing on the cake fully as he makes small circles with the cream.

Eddie smiles as he sees Buck sticking his tongue out in concentration.

“You can put the strawberries on the swirls, and then we’ll put them in between the swirls too.” Buck tells him and he follows.

“I’ve got a blank space, baby…” Eddie sings quietly while adjusting the strawberries neatly.

“And I’ll write your name.” Buck continues the line with a smile.

x x x x

After the cake is done and in the fridge, Buck and Eddie go to the living room to check if all the preparations are done or not.

“The decorations look… Not enough. What are we missing?” Eddie says while crossing his arms in front of his chest. He’s looking at the letters spelling out the congratulations, the streamers and the funny photobooth items to use in photos.

“You’re right. But what is it?” Buck wonders and sits down on the couch. Eddie joins him and furrows his brows.

“We bought everything on the list, and we checked it twice.” Eddie says and rubs his temples.

“Now I know what we’re missing!” Buck suddenly gasps and hits his thigh in realization. “The balloons!” He dashes out to get the red balloons from the cabinet.

They start blowing up the balloons, which should have been started earlier, because they were feeling dizzy pretty soon, and there were a lot of balloons to be filled.

One by one, the members of the firefamily arrive with all kinds of treats and gifts, ready to party their hearts out.

“Glad you’re here, we were about to pass out from blowing the balloons.” Eddie chuckles and hands out the balloons for others to fill.

“Luckily we know how to handle a person who has fainted.” Bobby says as he puts the different treats he carried on the table.

“This would have been easier with helium.” Hen says and starts blowing a balloon.

“Yeah, but then these two would have been inhaling all of it and playing around.” Chimney points to Buck and Eddie while laughing.

“That’s true, Chim.” They all laugh at the comment, because everyone knows how there would be zero balloons filled, but two giggly idiots with high-pitched voices instead.

They put the balloons on the wall so that they form a frame for the photos, and finally the decorations look all set.

It’s almost time, so Eddie takes the cake out of the fridge, and Buck is ready to put the candles on.

“Now, be reeeeally careful so that the cake won’t fall.” Buck emphasizes his words and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“That’s why I don’t let you hold it.” Eddie says as a comeback.

“I’m not that clumsy!”

“Do I need to remind you-”

“Now if the lovebirds would be quiet and take their places, the surprise wouldn’t be ruined!” Athena says with a stern voice.

Buck and Eddie take their places, waiting quietly behind a corner.

And then, as everyone’s waiting for the star of the day, you open the door.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

x x x x

A/N: Let me know what you think!! 🌼

#buddie fanfiction #buddie fics #buddie #e writes #tuserel #for elisa 😇#my writing #i have so mixed feelings about posting this #i kinda like this but kinda not #it might have errors or seem illogical but i wanted to post it #it's been sitting on my laptop for too long #you said i can take my time with this but i still feel a bit guilty and i feel like it's not as good as you'd deserve

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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do you think bucky ever plays up the “innocent” persona from when they first started dating just to make steve work for it?? like things are getting ~steamy~ and steve’s abt to put it in and bucky asks him why he’s not wearing a condom and steve is like “???” and bucky swoops in with the “daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before” and steve catches on real quick

Chaos, chaotic panic, my mind oh my gosh oh my gosh okay.

I took this in a direction that might need some sort of headsup? It’s a roleplay but Steve is actively trying to convince Bucky to let him not use a condom? We know them now and how well-established they are, but it probably requires a headsup. So, if that bothers you please do not continue to read passed this point!

Okay! 😈 This is going to read half like a story and half like a normal Ask response lmao. Bc chaos, nonnie CHAOS.

It’s a super vanilla sex before bed kind of night. TV on, Steve had been reading, and one thing led to another after Bucky leaned over and gave Steve a kiss that had him letting out a Curious Daddy Noise. Super normal weeknight foreplay: kisses that are soft, touches that are intentional, there’s not technically a rush but they’re ready for bed so let’s get a move-on, yeah? Bucky rolls to his side, arches his back and widens his legs like the good boy he is as Steve slicks himself up. It’s right when Steve saddles up, lines himself up and is about to press in, when Bucky makes a soft noise.

“Are you not…are you not wearing a condom?”

Steve almost laughs right in Bucky’s ear but his everything does stutter to a stop, a bit alarmed.

“What? Why…what?”

Bucky twists in Daddy’s grip, turns his head to look up at Steve and there’s something about his demeaner that knocks the wind right out of Steve’s chest but then—

“Daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before.”

Bucky’s voice is so gentle, so sweet, so feminine-like, that Steve’s dick genuinely jumps in his grip. Bucky’s looking up at him like he’s hesitant, like he’s innocent, like…

Like he’s never done this before.

It clicks after a few seconds. Steve doesn’t know how he made the connection—the way Bucky’s eyebrows come together, the breathiness of his voice, his wide-eyed gaze—but Steve is purring a bit, a noise that sounds faintly like a question mark, taking that leap.

“You don’t want me bare, sugar?”

Steve is almost certain Bucky blushes.

“I…I don’t know. W-we’ve never done that,” he repeats as if he’s trying to remind himself that Steve hasn’t been inside of him, skin on skin, that the times they have had sex Steve has been wrapped up. As if he’s trying to fulfill a role. He knows he is officially picking up what Bucky has laid down for him, a small little role-play offering, this little surprise, and he lets his cock fall from his hand, lets it rest all nestled there between Bucky’s cheeks as he leans half-over Bucky. The arm under Bucky’s neck flexes, pulls him in tight, mouth at his ear.

And he whimpers.

Bucky almost faints right there in his Daddy’s arms can you even imagine. Bucky thinking he’s being the hottest of shit, is gonna surprise his Daddy with a bit of bedroom fun, but then Daddy flips it on him within seconds? How infuriating. Bucky doesn’t crumble entirely though, still wants to play.

“Y-you want that? We’ve…we’ve just never done that…”

Steve’s hips start to roll a bit, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it, just wants some sort of friction for his cock. It is incredibly distracting for Bucky. He had naturally assumed Daddy would take this opportunity and use it to talk about all the reasons Bucky would want Steve to slide in without a condom. He doesn’t expect Steve to tuck him in close and begin to beg for it.

“Oh, honey a’course I want that, fuck. You don’t? Can’t even fucking imagine what you feel like on the inside.”

“I…oh but is it—”

“There’s no better way for Daddy to claim his boy, is there? Wanna be the best Daddy for you, Buck, the best.”

Bucky would no doubt be gasping, no doubt be achy, but hearing Steve’s voice turn a bit frantic in a way that he makes Bucky’s sound all the time has his world completely upside down. Daddy’s beard would be rubbing against the sensitive skin of Bucky’s neck as he pressed kisses into it with little choked-off noises. The arm not trapped between his body and the mattress would reach back to feel and grope at Steve’s naked hip, dig into his ass a bit.

“Bet you’re even warmer without a rubber fuck, baby. Bet you’d make my dick nice and wet, god Daddy wants that, sugar Daddy wants you to make his cock feel so good.” Steve’s lips move against Bucky’s skin as he talks, pleads, ends his groveling with a bitten off noise as he mouths at Bucky’s ear. He’s so easy for this man. Bucky stood no chance but he’s going to make Daddy work for his little come-virgin pussy.

“I…will it feel different? Will it hurt?”

Steve moans, (because innocent Buck is doing things to him, fuck) sucks on Bucky’s jaw before answering, shaking his head vehemently.

“Uh-uh no, sugar it’ll feel even better—” Bucky lets out a hot curious noise because how in the hell could it feel better? — “So much better, oh. Let Daddy in, Buck. Please, let Daddy in.” His hand is on Bucky’s ass cheek now, is pushing at it, spreading him open, and when they both feel Steve line himself up, the press of his cock, they both whimper. Bucky has never experienced a desperate Daddy in such a way, feels like he can’t catch his breath but listens to Steve’s own shaky ones. He thinks he has reached another plane of existence, another level up, but then—

“Just the tip, Buck. Come on, let Daddy show you.”

Y’all. Steve Rogers begging to let him stick just the tip of his dick inside of Bucky might literally end Bucky Barnes. His tummy turns, he moans, spreads his legs just a tiny bit, head going foggy at feeling Steve’s cock between his legs, Steve’s hand on his own dick.

“Yeah, yeah okay but…just a little bit, Daddy m’nervous.”

“Oh, baby thank you, oh I’ll always take care’a you, mhmm,” Steve breathes out in a rush, pressing in in in—

It would literally feel like the two of them were fucking for the first time. They’re entirely caught up in a rapid role-play, completely immersed in their tiny noises, how close they are, how much they’re holding back. It would be a messy position, especially after Bucky shouts and throws his arm up and around Steve’s neck, effectively shoving himself half on top of Steve, legs splayed and spread over Steve’s waist. Steve’s got his hand still on his cock, gripping it and ensuring it doesn’t slip in passed the tip.

“Daddy…Daddy oh it does…does feel different, so different.”

“Yeah mhmm, feels good doesn’t it, Buck? Can really feel how hungry you are now, goddamn.”

And this is the image that was conjured up in my mind as soon as I read this Ask—Bucky holding onto his Daddy on his side, leg and arm slung around Steve, mouths just pressed together in encouragement, and Steve fucking the tip of his cock in and out of Bucky’s ass. His hand would be there to make sure it genuinely is just the tip. Bucky’s noises would be surprised petite ones, eyes wide and mouth open. Steve’s eyebrows would be knit together, panting and Daddy whimpering into Bucky’s open mouth.

What an image.

“More?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Bucky would whimper into Steve’s temple, both looking down the line of Bucky’s body. “Be gentle, Daddy.”

It absolutely is the most time they’ve taken to fuck, the most chaotic they have felt as they do so. A lot of noises pushed out beyond their control, a lot of scrambling, a lot of messy kisses. Steve’s hands on Bucky’s tummy, his arm slung around Bucky’s waist as he controls movements, Bucky’s arm tightening back around Daddy’s neck, startled curious noises that make Steve want to scream pressed into Steve’s temple.

Steve just keeps asking if more is okay, if Bucky’s ready, until they reach the point where Daddy doesn’t need to ask anymore, fully seated and rolling his hips in deep movements. It isn’t rushed either—it’s slow and messy.

“See, honey? Oh, s’Daddy feel good in that tight little ass? You feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ perfect, Buck. So perfect for Daddy. God, I can hear that cock fuckin’ you. Can you hear how messy you are? Gonna make you so messy…”

And Bucky is very much so immersed in this role, drawing from himself at the beginning of their relationship and also pulling from a different side of himself entirely. His noises have been different, have been whinier and amazed, a bit more feminine, has heard Steve’s uncensored curses at Bucky’s choices. He’s following through until the end.

“Daddy! Oh, you’re gonna come inside’a my p-pussy? S’gonna be so m-messy! I don’t…oh I don’t know, Daddy.”

BUT THEN! Then! Steve downright sounds like he’s weeping as he begs Bucky to let him come inside of him! Y’all Bucky’s neck would just drop back onto the pillows, onto Steve’s shoulder idc! Steve’s hips are harsh then, dig in and press up, has such a tight hold onto Bucky, one hell of a grip.

“Buck, Bucky baby please please, sugar lemme fill you up. Lemme fuck this pussy full, lemme mark you from the inside, let Daddy do that, baby please.”

Bucky’s hand is on his own dick, flying over it with a tight fist, gasping and whining, “Want that, Daddy want that so much! Wanna be messy with you, oh want Daddy to make me all wet inside, please please please—”

It has been a long long time since they’ve come with such a force, so uninhibited, so damn near violent. Steve makes an inadvertent show of filling Bucky up, pumps his hips through his orgasm, runs his fingers through Bucky’s sticky chest and maybe wraps a hand around the front of Bucky’s throat. They are completely and entirely swept away in something that should have just been almost routine.

Steve is flabbergasted, Bucky is pleased beyond belief, and they both promise each other that they’re most definitely going to discuss what the fuck just happened in the morning because holy shit how it is 11:30 PM and it’s a Wednesday.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Buck,” is what Steve mumbles sleepily into the top of Bucky’s head as he kisses it, both clean and snuggled under the covers. Bucky is barely awake and only responds with, “S’your fault,” and he’s got Steve there.

Nonnie, you done fucked me up thinking about bitty Buck lookin’ up at his Daddy with that bottom lip, breathing out, “you’re gonna fuck this pussy bare, Daddy?” like they’ve never done it before. I’m going to hell. This one is sticking with me until the end of time. I need more of this roleplay in my life. Should I find a church service and attend? Is it too late today? RIP, time of death 1:47 PM.

#askK

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Tangled Salt Marathon - Rapunzel and the Great Tree Part 2

Continuing on with the midseason finale of season two.

Part 1 is here https://rachelbethhines.tumblr.com/post/628826170657570816/tangled-salt-marathon-rapunzel-and-the-great

Summary: After Adira saves Rapunzel and the group from the hurt incarnation, Cassandra makes her suspicions of Adira known which causes a falling out between her and Rapunzel. Meanwhile Hector uses the dormant power of the tree to try and attack everyone.

Cassandra’s Motivation Doesn’t Aline With Her Later Actions

If you’re going to have a character do a complete 180 from her original goal, than you need a better reason than just mommy issues; or validation issues, or career problems, or just simply having a falling out, or jealousy, or a ghost girl whispering in your ear, or whatever the fuck they’re trying to do with Cassandra.

Going from ‘protect’ to ‘murder’ is a huge moral alignment shift that needed clear and reasonable justification. Cassandra is never given that. Instead they just throw everything at the wall that they can think of in the hope that something sticks.

Only it never does because her original story was re-written at the last minute.

Well That Was Pointless

Max and Pascal wind up saving Eugene and Lance from the man eating plant. Which adds nothing to the story. It happens and is then never brought up again. It’s just an excuse to write Eugene out of the Cass and Raps conflict and not an extension of either his or Lance’s own narratives.

That’s a problem, because Eugene should be a main character and Lance an important supporting side character. Instead Eugene is regulated to side character status while Lance is unimportant comic relief. Not only does this ignore that fact that Eugene was the protagonist of the movie same as Rapunzel, but it also ignores the basic writing rule of ‘don’t add in characters who don’t serve a purpose in the story’.

Adira Just Saved All of Your Asses, Cass

Boy does Adira put up with a lot of bullshit in this show, and 90% of it comes from Cass being a little bitch.

She has no biases for this argument. Adira hasn’t done anything to warrant this accusation. In fact she’s proven herself time and time again only for Cass to lash out like a spoilt teenager with an inferiority complex.

And Cassandra is 23!!!

The young adults on this show are constantly written like pre-teens while the only actual teenager is constantly forced to be the most mature person in the show.

It’s mind boggling.

Rapunzel is In the Right Here, But the Show Wants Us to Sympathize with Cass Instead?

Oh No! Raps raised her voice at Cassandra and made her feel bad, you guys. Feel sorry for the poor paranoid baby who who’s acting like a jealous brat for no reason.

Bull Shit.

Cassandra not only has nothing to back up her accusation but the narrative never goes on to prove her right either. Adria is on the up and up, and always had been according to Destinies Collide. For all the show’s efforts to make Cass seem reasonable by having Adira mysteriously pop in and out, it all falls flat once you know where everything is heading.

Plus, even if she were magically right about Adira that wouldn’t excuse her bossing Rapunzel around and insulting her intelligence. Had she done that to me I’d be telling her something a lot harsher than just to knock it off.

Oh, But I Thought You Said Flashbacks to Corona Would Be Too Confusing?

So one of the writers, Ricky, has gone on record stating that they did originally have plans to show flashbacks to Corona to show what was going on with Rapunzel’s parents, Varian, and the Saporians. He then said they dropped them because they feared that it would be too confusing for the audience.

Yet we get this pointless scene thrown into the middle of the mid-season finale.

And by the looks of it it’s before even Beginnings, or maybe after Beginnings, who knows; so it’s not just a change of scene, it’s also a change in time as well. A point in the timeline that’s not been firmly established enough. So it not only has less reasons to exist then a Varian flashback would, but it’s also potentially more confusing than what a simple single episode set in Corona would have been.

I don’t know who to blame for this poor decision making, if it’s just Chris, Chris and Ben, or a shared blame with all of the writers, but while the buck does stop with Chris, much of what Ricky has said online doesn’t reflect very well on his writing skills. Cause that’s a huge and utter bullshit excuse.

So What Does This Add, Exactly?

Cass gives Rapunzel this purse as a gift. A purse that’s not been shown to be all that important before and isn’t made significant again. Then Raps launches into this speech about how good a friend Cass is and how lost she’d be without her.

I understand what the thought process for this was; it’s to show how far Raps and Cass have grown apart recently and what Cassandra herself liked about being friends with Rapunzel to being with, which was the validation boost of being useful and needed; but there’s a lot of problems with including it here.

For starters, lack of validation isn’t enough to suddenly switch into ‘kill mode’ which is where all of this is eventually leading.

Validation shouldn’t be the foundation of any long term relationship and so rather than proving how good of a friend they are to each other, you’ve only given futher reason for why they’re toxic together.

You needed to be building them up all throughout season one before launching into this break up plot. This scene is too little too late because we’ve spent too many episodes tearing Raps and Cass down for this plot to have the effect that they wanted it to.

Cassandra is just doing her job. She’s suppose to show Rapunzel around and help her with shit, that’s what a lady in waiting does. Cassandra’s friendship with Rapunzel shouldn’t be so tied to her career trajectory to begin with. Not only is it unhealthy but it then is used to victim-blame Rapunzel for all of Cassandra’s problems. Even though the only thing actually holding Cass back is herself, as proven in season three.

Timeline Confirmed

So it is indeed six months since Secret of the Sun Drop, give or take a few days to organize stuff before the trip. Meaning we’re now a year out from Before Happily Ever After. I point this out now, in order to prove something later on.

This Logically Should Have Been the End of the Argument, But the Writers are Dragging Things Out Needlessly

You know what I hate more than a ‘lack of communication causes drama' trope? Characters taking the time to communicate and still missing the bloody point and not resolving anything.

Technically, Rapunzel is still in the right. She is an autonomous person capable of making decisions for herself, and Cass does need to get over herself and treat Rapunzel as such and stop getting butt hurt over not being the one in charge.

But then we have to ruin that message by throwing in this line.

Like, yes you’re technically in charge here Raps, but making decisions shouldn’t mean walking all over someone's feelings either. Being a leader is just as much about listening as it is about taking charge and neither of these characters understand that yet.

And they never will, cause the writing for them is shit.

When I first saw season two I honestly believe that this would tie into Rapunzel’s previous conflicts regarding responsibility and hypocrisy. I thought they had an arc here about learning to balance assertiveness and personal boundaries, with genuine compassion and respect for others. Had they went through with that then this could have been something truly special, but they go and throw it all away come season three. Now its just heartbreak and frustrating to watch.

Also Stupid ‘Sisters’ Plot Foreshadowing

More on this later, but just know if you hate the idea of calling Raps and Cass sisters then blame Chris.

This Song Underlines The Core Problem With Cassandra's Arc

There’s no stakes.

I’ve already discussed at length now about how Cassandra’s goals and motivations are inconsistent, and how her actions don’t line up. But the reason the writers are struggling so hard to find something that fits her, is because the story has grown past her.

We’ve already seen characters who struggle with poverty, homelessness, neglect/abuse, and oppression. There are now tons of people in the story who are fighting just for survival, and they’re all regulated to either supporting roles, one off appearances, or are background characters.

So with that in mind what is there to justify Cassandra getting focus over them? What is she struggling with here that deserves more screen time and attention than, Eugene, Varian, Lady Caine, or even Adira?

Cassandra isn’t poor. She lives well off in the castle and has high ranking connections. She’s not even struggling with a job she hates anymore because we’ve already seen her promoted to the one she wanted by this point.

Cassandra isn’t homeless, she once again lives in the castle and if she chooses to leave she has plenty of opportunities waiting for her, as evidenced by Goodbye and Goodwill and Beginnings. Plus she’s shown to be capable of supporting herself both in this season and the next.

Cassandra isn’t oppressed. She can leave anytime she wants to. She can defy the king's orders in SotSD because she’s the princesses’s bestie. She doesn’t face jail or hanging just because she and Raps has a fight now and then.

The only thing going for her is possibly neglect/abuse, but that’s not been introduced into the story yet and isn’t what she’s discussing here. It also contradicts what was previously established between her and Cap in season one when it does come into play.

Validation Alone is Not Enough to Connect With Most of the Audience

Even the stanchest of Cassandra supporter often has to heavily project onto her in order to connect with her. Which isn’t a bad thing in of itself. Everyone projects to some degree or other when exploring media, that’s part of being human. But the problem is that because she’s so thinly written you’re left with little else but projection. And so you’ll hear excuses like, well she’s fighting the class system, she’s an abuse survivor, or she deserves to lash out over not getting what she wants when she’s worked so hard for it. But none of those excuses are actually presented on screen.

Cassandra doesn’t fight against the class system. If she did she would be fighting for everyone. She’d be singing about everyone’s problems not just her own.

Cassandra’s past abuse is just slapped on at the last minute and then disregarded when convenient. It doesn’t actually factor into the decisions she makes later on.

Also, you don’t deserve anything just because you ‘work hard’ nor because you just really, really want it.

It’s that point that I really take issue with.

On the surface Cassandra should be the most relatable person in the show. I mean what young adult or teen living in this post apocalyptic nightmare of a capitalist dystopia not ever felt disappointed over not getting the job they wanted or not being given enough positive validation while crushed underneath mounting unrealistic expectations. It’s the main reason why so many of her supporters are teenagers and LGBT+.

But all of those worries stem from something deeper than just a lack of positive reinforcement.

You know why I had to give up on my career as an animator?

It didn’t pay benefits.

I had medical issues and needed health insurance, but since most animation is commissioned and/or contract based, particularly if you live/work on the east coast, then you’re not going to get that most of the time. And this is after spending the majority of my time in college homeless, living out of my car, crashing on friends and families couches. I did this for three fucking years because I didn’t want to wind up in a textile mill or a carpet factory like everyone I else knew growing up, and I was told my whole life that if I went to school and worked hard enough I could have a well paying job that I enjoyed and got me away from my abusive home life.

People like me, we’re bitter over not getting the jobs we wanted or the support we needed, not because we believe we’re special and therefore deserve it or some such bullshit, but because our very lives are dependent upon it! We’re victims of a class system that lets you starve if you don't find work. Where you’ll be trapped in abusive situations cause you can’t afford a home on your own. Where simply being yourself can be dangerous as there are people who vocally want to deny us rights and even kill us.

Cass is an entitled whiny brat in canon because she doesn’t have any of those underlying issues. She doesn’t face real discrimination, oppression, poverty, or the looming threat of death hanging over her. She’s just throwing a temper tantrum.

Once Again Adira is Saving Your Butt Cass

Adira is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters in the marathon. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate her more when I first watched the show.

Also, I’m Sorry I Didn’t Recognize the Awesomeness That Is Hector Until Now Either.

Like this is a good conflict. They both have legitimate reasons for what they do. They’re both in the right here. That’s what makes them interesting.

They’re both fighting for something. They’re home and the belief that they can fix things, vs the fate of the world and their loyalty to both the cause and their family. All on top of having their own relationship issues.

Hector so should have been the main villain of season two, because he just has the most reason to be opposed to the mains’ goal.

That’s more than whatever Cass and Raps are fighting about. The only thing at stake there is their friendship, which isn’t that big of deal when you compare it to the lives and safety of billions of people.

Plus Hector’s just flat out entertaining.

Why is Everybody Just Standing Around Doing Nothing Here?

Fucking do something you lugnuts!!!

You’re all capable fighters. You’ve all taken down much harder enemies than one lone guy and two bearcats. Why aren’t you helping Cass fight back? Or heck, if you wanted Cass to face Hector alone then have her be a distraction so that the others can escape. Anything but having them just stand there and be useless!

Yet Again I Have to Ask Why Should Cass Care?

Or rather why should the audience care?

Cass isn’t a lady in waiting just because some random jerk who's already taunting her and trying to kick her ass calls her such. Hector’s not from Corona and has no knowledge of Cassandra’s life beyond what he may have heard repeated by Adiria (who is also not from Corona) or what Cass herself said in her very metaphorical song. Nor does either them have a say in how Cass’s career goes.

If you want to push the narrative that Cass is still a lady-in-waiting and a maid, despite having earned Cap’s approval and being appointed by the king to guard Rapunzel, then you damn well need to establish that among the mains.

Or you know, stop trying to go back on what you’ve set up in season one.

So How Is This Suppose To Work?

So from the backstory that we get on both the Tree and Zhan Tiri herself, this shouldn’t happen. Like Zhan Tiri is currently trapped in another dimension and according to season three she has no possession powers herself.

Now the tree itself is said to be sentient and that Zhan Tiri took control of it, but how? How is a tree sentient? Why is it sentient? How did Zhan Tiri bend it to her will? Why is it still under her control while she’s been trapped in another dimension for hundreds of years? Why and how does the spear keep it dormant? Why does the tree itself have possession powers when Zhan Tiri has none? Is there any connection between this Great Tree and the cursed tree that was suppose to free Zhan Tiri back in Painter’s Block? If so then why are these things never brought back into play during season three?

Give me answers damn it!

Now This is a Good Conflit, Shame It’s Never Resolved

Both have valid reasons to do what they do. Both are neither right nor wrong. Both however wind up getting in the way of each other because neither will listen or trust the other.

Rapunzel thinks that this will stop Hector, and she is right it does, but more importantly she chooses this route because it gives everyone else a chance to run away. The problem is that she can’t control it, but from her point of view that’ll only put her and Hector at risk if everyone else will just do as she says and leaves.

Cassandra thinks the spear will stop it because it’s done so before, and that’s a logical assumption. It also means that Rapunzel herself won’t be in any danger, though the others might. Cass can’t free everyone at once like Rapunzel can. It’ll also be a threat to herself, and there’s the risk that tree will stop her before she can deal the final blow.

So what’s happening on a personal level is that Rapunzel thinks taking charge means that everyone needs to follow her say without question. Cassandra thinks Rapunzel should listen to her more, not because Rapunzel needs to listen better in general, but because she doesn’t feel Rapunzel is mature enough to make big decisions and that she herself should be in charge of the group. Both girls feel superior to the other and above other people as well, because they’re convinced they’re always right.

Had this been the actual conflict that they went with in season three, had they actually had both characters held accountable for their actions and learn something, and hadn’t dragged innocent people into their bullshit with so much as a ‘by your leave’ or ‘I’m sorry’; then this might have been a decent story. Perhaps not as impactful as Varian’s, but still meaningful, thoughtful, and well, coherent.

But that’s not what they did, and we’ll see no real resolution to this disagreement.

So Why Is No One Affected By the Hurt Incantation This Time?

Eugene here was injured by the tree earlier, that’s why he’s past out, but everyone else remains unharmed by Rapunzel’s singing. Even though just last episode everyone around her were dying from it, and again in the season finale everyone dies from said incantation. But here and in Rapunzel’s Return, Rapunzel can use the incantation without harming anyone nearby so, how does that work?

Some people have suggested that when Rapunzel focuses her hair on a target like the tree here or the amber later, that it doesn’t spread to other people, but that’s never stated on screen so it’s still a flaw.

Well This Goes Nowhere

I think the writers just like throwing in shocking ‘twists’ and moments like this just for the sake of looking edgy and ‘deep’ but then they never actually follow through on the impact of such moments on the characters nor consider the more troubling implications of including them.

I grew up on Gargoyles, Batman the Animated Series, the 90s X-Men Cartoon, and The Pirates of Dark Water. I’ve seen far more shocking and edgy stuff than this when I was six years old. In many ways the american animated tv landscape has regressed since the early 2000s when it comes to more mature cartoons, and no that’s not a complaint about modern cartoons being bad; some are good some are bad, just like its always been; but that culturally we’ve shied away more from darker moments like this and we’ve having to push for them all over again in media.

But the difference between Tangled and those 90s cartoons I’ve mentioned is that Tangled’s darker moments are misplaced. It clashes horribly with the more comedic route that the series usually takes and as such they don’t get the focus that they need too.

After season two is done, Cass’s hand will never be mentioned again. It does not tie into her later motivations at all nor influences her actions. Throughout the series she’ll be able to use it easily without consequence. We don't even get any on screen confirmation if it’s healed by grabbing the moonstone, by the sundrop incarnation in the finale, or if she just forever has a burnt arm. That’s how little importance it is to the story.

This Also Goes Nowhere

Hector calls out this warning but it’s then never followed up on. Adira is proven not to be a liar at all and nobody in the group is actually doomed. Yes the wider world is put in jeopardy, but that’s Cass’s fault not Adira’s.

The writers were too focused on making Adira the red herring for Cassandra that they forgot to make her an actual person, with wants, feelings, desires, goals, and a life beyond her mission. She’s never shown helping her family and barely interacts with them, she’s never given a reason for why she keeps disappearing, and the idea that she’s doing this to save her home is just supposition on my part because otherwise she has no reason. The series never gives us one.

And ‘Destiny’ Is Not A Fucking Reason!!!

Oh, So Adira Will Help Hector But Not Quirin or Varian?

If Hector and Adira consider each other siblings because they’re both in the Brotherhood, than logically Adira would consider Quirin her brother as well, and Varian would be her nephew.

She was around long enough to see the final battle in SotSD. That’s why she appears at the end of that episode, how she knows Rapunzel is the sundrop and has ‘seen her power’, and how she knows that the group has met both Quirin and Varian before now.

She knows that Quirin is trapped in amber. She knows her nephew has been arrested by a kingdom with a poor track record of punishing orphaned teens and poor people with overly harsh sentences. So why didn't she do anything there?

We find out during season three that the black rocks can cut through the amber, and its established that Adira’s sword can cut through the rocks, so clearly she didn’t even try to save Quirin has just given him up for dead. But there’s no reason why she couldn’t have broken Varian out of the prison and taken her with him.

In fact Adira hiding Varian from the rest of the group during season two would have been an actual reason for her disappearance and an actual reason not to trust her. That would have upped the stakes and given Cass reasons for what she does. Plus more time for Varian’s redemption, more chances to call out Rapunzel and Fredric on their BS, and ties seasons one and two together better.

Seriously leaving Varian out of season two was the dumbest decision in television. Putting Varian back in actually fixes everything in the show.

The Real Reason for the Burnt Hand is a Costume Change for Cass

I don’t know if she even got merchandise for this costume.

Conclusion

Much like season one’s arc episodes, The Great Tree held a lot of promise that was then completely wasted by season three. It’s also one of the very few episodes in the season to have actual stakes and conflict so it easily jumps to the top of the pile. But what it sets up is then never resolved or expounded upon, making it a waste.

Next up we’ll have the mid season recap.

#tangled #anti-tangled #anti-cassandra #anti-rapunzel #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #adira #hector #the brotherhood

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐞 𝐂𝐡. 𝟐/𝟒

Pairing: Poly Ot8 (Yeosang Focused)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Pwp

Word Count: 6k

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Self Esteem Issues, Everyone’s a Switch, First Times, Cum Sharing, Blow Jobs, Biting, Gangbang, Fingersucking, etc

Summary: Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this.But he’s fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason he’s left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other

AO3

Chapter One|Chapter Two|Chapter 3|Chapter Four

Yeosang felt a bit better after his evening with Hongjoong. Being the center of attention like that made him feel on top of the world. The next day, as he wandered into the bathroom to shower early in the morning, he caught a glimpse of the mark adorning his neck. He ran his fingers over the splotch, sucking in a breath through his teeth at the dull pain that pulsed from the spot. Yeosang smiled, lifting his leg slightly to admire the matching mark on his inner thigh.

He shuffled into the shower quickly, humming the lyrics of Mist as he stood under the spray. Their comeback was in a matter of days and they had a brief moment of calm before the whirlwind known as a Kpop comeback would hit them full force.

Yeosang sighed, tilting his head back as he let the water run over his sore shoulders.

Today, some of the trainees asked the boys to stop by and give them some pointers and Yeosang nominated himself to go early, much to the joy of Yunho and Wooyoung, who got to sleep in just a bit longer.

The door to the bathroom opened midway through one of his washes, but he paid it no mind. They only had one bathroom, so it wasn’t uncommon for them to share.

“Good morning, Hyung.” Came Jongho’s drowsy voice, and Yeosang couldn’t help the smile on his face as he heard their maknae’s voice.

“Good morning, Jong-ah. Why are you up so early?” Yeosang inquired, poking his damp head out of the shower to see Jongho was doing his best not to fall asleep standing up as he fished for his bottle of face cream.

“We have to give the dance lessons, right?” Was the sleepy response. Yeosang could tell by the way Jongho’s head drooped that he was struggling to stay awake.

“Yah, why are you forcing yourself when you’re tired? Hyung is going early so you all can come in later. Yunho and Wooyoung are gonna sleep in, too. Go get more rest.” Yeosang scolded the younger idol lightly as he reached out to try and grab his towel.

Jongho followed his hand, humming as he moved to stand in front of Yeosang, effectively blocking the older from reaching his towel.

“Wow, getting up so early so we can all sleep in? Is there anything you can’t do?” He playfully teased. Yeosang blushed at the compliment before waving his hand.

“Right now, I can’t dry myself off since someone’s in the way.” He shot back sarcastically, waving his arm once more. “Pass me the towel, Jong-ah.”

Jongho hummed, sticking his chin out defiantly as the older idol leered at him.

“Ah, this kid.” Yeosang grumbled half heartedly, his cheeks red as he stepped out of the shower, one hand covering his privates while the other tried to worm around Jongho to grab the towel. The slightly taller man hummed, tilting his head up to look down at his hyung.

“Yah, is Hongjoongie the only one that gets to see you?” He inquired, smiling when Yeosang’s face ignited. His lips parted for a moment before he swallowed thickly.

“No, I-”

“Hyung told us. Once you went to sleep, he made us to meet him in the living room and he told us how you really felt.” The youngest told him bluntly, fingertips ghosting over the dark splotch on Yeosang’s neck. Yeosang shuddered, a small gasp catching in his throat as Jongho leaned closer to kiss him. Yeosang kissed him back, running his fingers through Jongho’s hair.

“I’ll be quick, Hyung.” He promised, squeezing Yeosang’s ass lightly. The other man flushed, not quite sure where this was going, but at this point he was too hard to care. Yeosang nodded, dropping his hand away from his half hard cock as Jongho flashed him a smile. The maknae shifted their bodies until Yeosang’s hips were pressed against the counter, his ass sticking out like a prize for the other idol.

“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m the younger one?” Yeosang mused, glancing back to see what Jongho was doing behind him. He got his answer in the form of Jongho sinking to his knees, pressing a kiss to the dimples at Yeosang’s lower back before palming the globes of his ass.

“I’ve learned a lot from the other hyungs.” Was his only response, and he shuddered slightly at the lust-filled pride in the maknae’s voice at the statement. Jongho spread Yeosang’s cheeks, circling over his puckered hole with his middle finger. Yeosang tensed for a moment.

“Hyung, have you ever fingered yourself? Played with toys?”

Yeosang’s grip on the counter tightened for a moment in embarrassment at how casually the question was asked, but he shook his head, biting his lip.

“N-no. Have you?”

There was a small laugh from behind him before Jongho spit on his hole, squeezing his hip when he instinctively moved his hips away from the situation. Yeosang whined low in his throat, shivering when Jongho repeated the action.

“I have, plenty of times. The other hyungs have fucked me, too. Word of advice though, if you want someone to fuck you, go to Yunho-hyung first. He’s the gentlest.”

Before Yeosang could properly respond, he felt something warm and hot run over his hole, drawing a sharp gasp from him. Jongho spread his cheeks apart, lapping at his asshole with purpose. His blunt nails lightly dug into the skin of Yeosang’s ass. The competitive side of him thought of the marks their leader left on the dancer, and Jongho was tempted to leave his own marks.

Yeosang’s soft gasps and the subtle way he pushed his ass back was enough encouragement for him. He pushed his tongue past the tight ring, dragging his nails down the pale canvas of Yeosang’s ass.

“O-oh~” Yeosang mewled, knees buckling slightly at the stinging sensation, his grip tight and white knuckled on the counter as Jongho ate him out. Urged to continue by the soft, arid moans coming from the older singer, Jongho pressed his tongue in deeper, working it in and out. He continued raking his nails down different spots on Yeosang’s ass. He stopped only when Yeosang let out a breathy, yet firm ‘wait’. The maknae paused, noticing the way Yeosang’s knees shook as he took a collecting breath. Jongho smiled to himself, sliding his tongue out of Yeosang’s wet hole long enough to kiss at the scratches he left in his wake.

“Did I hurt you, hyung?” He inquired. Yeosang shook his head, flinging water droplets left and right as he looked back. Jongho bit back the groan of surprise at the way Yeosang’s eyes were half lidded and blown with lust.

“N-no it felt…good. I was gonna cum.” Yeosang admitted, shifting his gaze away as soon as he’d said it. Jongho felt his cock twitch in his boxers as he let out a chuckle, standing to his full height. Yeosang looked at him in slight worry, afraid he’d said the wrong thing, but all he got was the stronger idol presenting his fingers in front of him.

“Suck them.”

“Your fingers?”

“Trust me.”

Yeosang nodded, leaning forward, curling his tongue around Jongho’s middle finger, blushing as the younger worked the digit in and out of his mouth. Jongho added a second and a third, smiling in satisfaction at the flush on Yeosang’s face and the trail of spittle that connected his fingers to the older man’s lips once he pulled them free.

“Spread your legs, Hyung. We have to hurry so you won’t be late, remember?” Jongho teased, guiding his hand back down to Yeosang’s slick hole. Yeosang nodded, doing as he was told.

Jongho eased his middle finger into Yeosang, positioning himself fully behind him so he could pin him to the counter. Yeosang whined slightly at the unfamiliar intrusion, but Jongho kissed his shoulder repeatedly, using his free hand to caress one of his abused ass cheeks.

That sparked a reaction, with Yeosang twitching in his arms once his palm ran over the tender skin. Jongho gave it an experimental squeeze, humming in surprise when he heard Yeosang moan.

“H-harder…” His voice was small as Jongho worked his finger in and out of him. Jongho smiled to himself, sliding another finger into him, twisting and curling them as he squeezed his ass harder before giving his ass a teasing slap over the scratches.

“Fuck!” Yeosang cursed, his whole body jolting from the sudden sting. Jongho licked his lips, finally piecing the full picture together.

“Hyung, you must have a thing for pain, hm?” He inquired, sliding his fingers in deeper. Yeosang shuddered, and he might’ve fallen had he not have been pinned between the counter and Jongho’s body.

“P-Pain? No, I-ah!” He cried out when Jongho placed another, harder slap to the same area, curling his fingers up as he pumped them faster into the smaller singer. Yeosang gasped, feeling precum dribble from his cock as Jongho spanked and fingered him.

“So perverted, hyung. Maybe Wooyoung and San have competition now for who’s the dirtiest hyung~” Jongho teased, watching Yeosang’s pants get more ragged and desperate.

“N-No I’m not-”

“Don’t lie, Hyung. Just admit it. If you like it so much, I can spank you harder, right?” Jongho mused, bringing his hand down harder on Yeosang’s ass. The older man bucked, tears welling in his eyes as he felt his ass burn with pleasurable pain. The lithe dancer gasped, bowing his head down as Jongho curled his fingers slightly different this time, brushing against something that made his whole body buzz with pleasure.

Jongho focused on that spot, occasionally giving Yeosang hard spanks as he watched the older man come undone in his arms.

“Look up, hyung. Watch yourself cum for me.” Jongho practically growled in his ear, fingers lacing in Yeosang’s brunette locks to pull his head up, watching as the older man cracked open his eyes, whimpering as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror over the sink.

He looked downright pornographic from this angle, lips plump and red from him biting them occasionally to stifle the noise, Hongjoong’s mark still dark and prominent on his neck, the flush that ran all the way up to his ears as he rolled his hips back against Jongho’s fingers.

“Look at that, Hyung. Look at how beautiful you are.” Jongho cooed, brushing against that spot relentlessly, kissing over the birthmark at the corner of Yeosang’s eye.

“Cum for me, Hyung. Don’t hold back.” He urged, making sure Yeosang was watching himself as he fucked him faster with his fingers.

Moments later, Yeosang came with a whine, grabbing Jongho’s arm so hard his nails dug into his skin as he did his best not to slump against the counter.

Jongho held him up, sliding his fingers out once Yeosang’s orgasm had subsided. He kissed the corner of his eye again and pulled away from him.

“You okay?” He inquired gently, holding back a snicker at the way Yeosang’s knees wobbled as he stood to his full height. He shot Jongho a half hearted glare, pouting at him.

“I’m the pervert?” He hissed. Jongho grinned innocently, stepping away from him. Yeosang dropped his glare when he noticed how hard the younger man was. He frowned, pointing at the telltale bulge.

“I…You didn’t cum. Should I try and-” He made a jerking motion with his hand before immediately getting embarrassed, hiding his face. Jongho laughed again before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Maybe later, Hyung. Right now, you should probably go put some clothes on. Manager-nim is going to be here in like 10 minutes.” He whistled innocently, looking up at the clock situated on the wall behind the toilet. Yeosang’s eyes widened and he cursed, all but darting from the bathroom, nearly colliding with Mingi on the way out as he rushed down the hall.

The rapper watched him go down the hall before raising a brow.

“Does he realize he’s naked?”

Jongho shrugged one shoulder before smiling invitingly at his hyung.

“Probably not. Hey, I could use a hand here, Hyung. Help me out?”

- Yeosang had been at the practice room with the trainees for around two hours before any of the other members filtered in. Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Yunho watched-enamoured-as Yeosang broke down moves bit by bit, explaining with his body and his words.

Yeosang waved at the others before telling the trainees they could take a break to get water and catch their breath.

"How was it so far?” Yunho inquired, surveying the room and holding back a laugh at how fast the trainees fled to rehydrate themselves.

“It’s going well. They’re fast learners.” Yeosang praised, wiping away his sweat with a towel San tossed his way.

“I’ll go get some water for you, Hyung.” Wooyoung offered, pivoting on his heel as he made his way out of the room. Yeosang blinked.

“A-ah, but I have a bottle already…” he smiled lightly and stood, bowing at the other three as he headed towards the door. “I’ll be right back, I don’t want him spending extra money at the vending machine.” He told them, jogging out of the room once he got confirmation from the stretching men.

The vending machine and the water fountain were down the hall, so it didn’t take long for Yeosang to reach his destination.

He didn’t expect Wooyoung’s furious tone, syllables flying from his mouth a mile a minute as he yelled at a trainee.

“Yah! I’m not going anywhere until you apologize for what you said!” He barked, jamming a finger in the direction of the taller man. A few of the other trainees had gathered, whispering behind their hands as the two men leered at one another.

“Why? I didn’t say anything wrong! Yeosang-issi is a good performer but he’s not the best and he’s clearly not the strongest singer, he doesn’t even get lines in your own group!”

Yeosang blinked, nearly dropping his bottle as the comment hit him like a slap in the face. He made his way out from behind the corner, noticing the way the other trainees squeaked and scurried out of his way as he made his way to Wooyoung and the teen. Yeosang knew him, a high school student by the name of Len.

Wooyoung jolted when Yeosang brushed past him, frowning when the older idol rolled his wrist out of Wooyoung’s grip when he reached for him. Len swallowed uncomfortably, looking flustered as Yeosang stopped in front of him.

“Yeo-issi, I’m-”

“How about we have a bet? You and me have a little competition. Sing and dance simultaneously and see who has the strongest performance and the most consistent vocals. If you win, I’ll be happy to give you my place in Ateez.” Yeosang proposed, his face neutral to everyone who didn’t know him well enough.

Wooyoung knew better.

The clench of Yeosang’s jaw, the way his body was rigid and stiff, the subtle way he rolled his shoulder before extending his hand out to ask Len if he wanted to seal the deal.

Yeosang was furious.

“Hyung, I don’t think-”

“This doesn’t concern you, Woo-ya.” Was Yeosang’s curt interruption. Len beamed, nodding much too excitedly as he shook Yeosang’s hand.

“Let’s do it.” He grinned, confidence rolling off him in waves. Yeosang turned first, eyes dark as he walked back to the practice room with Len and the other trainees hot on his trail.

Wooyoung frowned, hastily making a group chat with all the other members, sans Yeosang. His fingers flew over the screen as he hustled back to the room, heart hammering as he stuck his head in, seeing Len and Yeosang in the center of the room.

“No Ateez songs, obviously, and you’ll have to sing the whole song, while dancing.” Len proudly laid down his superfluous rules. Yeosang nodded along, his jaw still set as he gestured to let Len go first.

Wooyoung slipped over to the others, worrying his lip as the three men watched Len pick a BTS song to dance to. Yunho crossed his arms in disapproval as the first notes of Go Go filled the practice room.

“What the fuck is going on? What the hell is this competition bullshit about this guy taking Yeosang’s spot?” San hissed, voicing what the quartet felt. Wooyoung shook his head.

“I heard him talking shit about Hyung and yelled at him to apologize and Yeo heard him.” He explained, running a hand through his hair. Mingi scoffed, watching Len like a hawk as he missed steps here and there and got winded half way through the song.

It was increasingly obvious he wouldn’t win the contest, but Yeosang only held up a finger when one of the trainees moved to shut the music off at Len’s request.

“Let him finish it.” He ordered, his voice tense. Everyone in the room shuddered, and Len pushed through the rest of the song, out of breath by the very end.

Yeosang paid him no mind, grabbing the phone connected to the speaker. He switched it to NCT U’s 7th Sense. His eyes were half lidded and intense as he stared at his own reflection, recalling all the times he and the other members had practiced the choreo for fun.

His body moved fluidly, his voice strong throughout the entire song. Yunho chuckled lightly, smiling as he watched Yeosang move, proud of his boyfriend and band member at the display of his abilities.

They were an 8 man team, and it did suck that some didn’t receive as many lines as others from time to time, but they were all talented.

The song faded out and Yeosang lifted his head, sending Len a side glance as the teen bowed his head, embarrassed. He approached him, kneeling in front of him to give him a smile much too sweet for what came out of his lips next.

“If you have the energy to bash idols for their performances and circumstances, I would suggest humbly as your Hyung and mentor that you at least be able to back it up. Remember, people will like you a lot better if you humble yourself. Also, there’s no way you would’ve been able to take my spot, anyway. We do have contracts. Now, put that energy into improving your own performance, and learning some manners.” Yeosang informed him, clapping him on his shoulder before he stood to his full height, ignoring the way some of the trainees snickered at Len’s humiliation.

The quartet of his other bandmates released a breath they were holding, smiling at one another. Mingi held his hand up for a high 5 as Yeosang headed their way.

“Good job, Hyung!” He beamed, but it fell as Yeosang didn’t reciprocate, instead leaning down to grab his duffle bag.

“I’m tired since I came early. I’ll head out. Please pick up where I left off. See you later.” He told them with a curt bow and language much too formal, never looking any of them in the eye as he turned to leave.

The four watched him leave in worry before they exchanged a look.

If Len was worked just a tiny bit harder than the others this practice session, no one said a word.

Yeosang stared at the ceiling of his and Wooyoung’s room. Frustration and anxiety buzzing through his head. He didn’t need this kind of mindset right before comeback.

He nearly missed the sound of his door opening, had Wooyoung not have came in with a quiet; “It’s me, hyung.” when Yeosang lifted his head.

Yeosang made a small sound of acknowledgement, rolling over as Wooyoung turned the light out before approaching their bunk bed.

He crawled into his bed, pondering what to say or do to make this any better for either of them.

Nearly an hour had gone by, with Yeosang’s breathing nearly evening out before Wooyoung spoke again.

“Hyung, are you still awake?”

“Mmn.”

“Can I come up with you?”

“Mm, just don’t knee me in the leg like last time.” Yeosang murmured, scooting back so his backside was facing the window, a line of moonlight streaming in from the crack between the blackout curtains.

Wooyoung made his way up to the top bunk, immediately gluing himself to Yeosang, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist. He set his head over Yeosang’s heart, nuzzling his cheek against his chest.

Yeosang ran his fingers through his soft blonde hair, making sure the smaller man was comfortable. Wooyoung idly ran his hands up and down the older man’s spine, humming to himself.

“Are you okay, Yeo?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. Yeosang’s grip on him tightened for the briefest of moments before he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s definitely a sore spot for me, but we’re still rookies. There’s plenty of things I can and will learn in the future and plenty of opportunities for us all. We just have to keep working hard.” Yeosang kept his tone positive, smiling when Wooyoung lifted his head to look at him.

“I knew I was right to follow you to this company, Hyung.” He mused. Yeosang laughed gently, kissing his head. Wooyoung sat up, looking down at Yeosang with eyes full of adoration. It made the older idol blush, and he playfully gave his arm a shove, breaking eye contact.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re going to make me all flustered.” He huffed. Wooyoung clicked his tongue, tossing a leg over Yeosang’s waist to straddle him, pressing their foreheads together.

“I mean it.” The blonde stated, his voice barely over a whisper. Yeosang looked into his eyes, heart hammering in his chest as Wooyoung held his gaze. He knew the younger man was fond of him, often bringing up their five years of friendship, but it still made his heart skip a beat when he got all sentimental like this.

“I know, I know. I’m glad you followed me.” He admitted, cupping the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. Wooyoung braced his hands at either side of Yeosang’s head, sighing against his lips as he relaxed. They exchanged brief pecks over and over until Wooyoung nibbled Yeosang’s lip, smiling against his hyung as the man below him let out a hum, clearly teasing him about whether or not he’d deepen the kiss.

After another nip or two, Yeosang obliged, parting his lips as one of his hands found its way to rest by Wooyoung’s hip. Wooyoung kissed him eagerly, shifting his weight slightly.

Yeosang let out a small groan, his grip tightening when the curve of Wooyoung’s ass brushed against his half hard cock.

Wooyoung perked at the sound, breaking the kiss. His face hovered over Yeosang’s, panting slightly as he ground his hips down, a pleased smile coming to his face as Yeosang let out a hiss, his cock stirring even more.

“Hyung, let’s do something fun.” Wooyoung breathed, his tone sending a pleasant chill down Yeosang’s spine.

“Yeah? And what are we gonna do?” Yeosang challenged, lifting his hips to grind back, satisfied at the way Wooyoung bit his lip.

“I want to ride you.”

Yeosang paused, eyes wide as he stared up at Wooyoung. His lips parted, but Wooyoung pressed a kiss to them, scooting down so he was straddling Yeosang’s thigh, rolling his hips down so the older man could feel how hard he’d gotten.

“Please, Hyung? Play with me?” Wooyoung pouted, though he couldn’t help the soft gasp that left his mouth as Yeosang lifted his thigh a bit higher. He licked his suddenly dry lips, watching Wooyoung grind on his thigh, and suddenly he was keenly aware of how tight his clothes were beginning to feel.

Yeosang bit his lip and moved to slide his palms under Wooyoung’s shirt, removing it with ease as the other idol lifted his hands. Wooyoung was quick to reach for Yeosang’s in return, tugging it off hastily before his lips latched onto Yeosang’s collar, kissing and licking gently.

Yeosang shuddered, noticing Wooyoung had a different way of kissing at his neck than Hongjoong, but the performer honestly enjoyed both a lot more than he would’ve imagined.

“Hyung, can we take the pants off? I want to feel you.” Wooyoung pleaded, his voice arid. Yeosang swallowed thickly-an action Wooyoung felt as he kissed at his Adam’s apple-before he nodded, gently pushing him back. Wooyoung complied, pulling his pajama pants down hastily, shivering when his cock sprung free.

“You weren’t wearing underwear?”

“I don’t go to sleep wearing underwear anymore, Hyung.”

“Why?”

“Because I have seven boyfriends to fuck me or that I can fuck and underwear is just another layer of hassle when the clothes come off. Also because Seonghwa and Mingi have this thing for ripping clothes if it takes too long to strip down.”

Yeosang blinked, cheeks bright red in the dimly lit room. It was a simple comment, but he picked up on the casual way Wooyoung said seven. Seven boyfriends to fuck. Even though Yeosang had only recently actually started doing these types of things with them.

Wooyoung noticed the look on his face and smiled, baring his whole body over him once more, his elbows by Yeosang’s head as he rutted against his thigh harder than before. Yeosang could feel the heat from his bare cock, noticing the telltale feeling of precum already leaking from the younger idol’s dick and onto his thigh.

“That’s right, Hyung. You, too. I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me, Yeosangie.” Wooyoung purred, licking at Yeosang’s lips when the other man let out a curse.

Yeosang grabbed his hips, shifting his thigh once more so Wooyoung could grind harder on him. He let out a mewl, tucking his blonde head into the nape of Yeosang’s neck as he rocked his hips down.

“Hyung~ Ah, you’re rock hard, Yeosangie~ Are you getting off to me riding your thigh?” Wooyoung teased through his moans, reaching over to stroke Yeosang’s aching dick. The older man bucked, thrusting into his hand before he let out a muffled groan.

“Y-yeah. Roll your hips faster.”

It was quiet, but there was an undeniable growl in Yeosang’s voice. Wooyoung mewled at the dark tone, licking at his hyung’s neck again as he stroked him. He spread his legs wider, thrusting his hips against Yeosang’s thigh.

Wooyoung let out a series of gasps and moans, increasing in volume the more he rutted. It was desperate and breathless, and Yeosang found it hard to believe any of the others wouldn’t hear the young idol’s needy cries for more and how close he was.

“G-gonna cum…Hyung! Hyung!” He whimpered, hiding his face in Yeosang’s neck as he came against his thigh and hip, body shuddering.

Yeosang wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. He let out a small, disappointing sigh when Wooyoung stopped stroking him, but he favored kissing the slightly spent idol until he looked up at him.

“I made a mess-”

“It’s alright.” Yeosang ran his fingers through the cum on his hip, sliding them into his mouth without a second thought.

Wooyoung stared at him, feeling his cock already twitching back to life at the way Yeosang ran his tongue over his own cum-covered digits.

“Hongjoong swallowed my cum without a second thought when he blew me the other day. I-I just wanted to try it myself. You’re sweet.” He answered the unasked question, blushing and looking away. Wooyoung stared at him fondly, cupping his cheeks to kiss him deeply, humming at the taste of his own cum still lingering on Yeosang’s tongue.

“You have no business being that hot.” Was his playful response before he moved to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to go down for a sec. I’ll get a condom and some lube so we don’t make a mess.” He cooed before his pretty blonde head disappeared from view.

Yeosang smiled to himself, sitting up as he listened to Wooyoung shuffle around below him.

“Has anyone told you that you have really cute, needy moans?” He mused, snickering when Wooyoung let out a squeak below him.

“I…I mean yes, but normally it’s said while I’m being fucked into a mattress so I don’t process it at the moment.” Wooyoung explained as he climbed back up, a bottle of lube in his hand and a condom between his teeth.

“This should do. Your dick is a bit thicker than I expected but I think you and San are around the same size.” Wooyoung explained, wiggling his brows. Yeosang stared at him, brows pinched up.

How the hell was he able to say shit like that and not get embarrassed?!

Wooyoung snickered, crawling over to Yeosang while making a show out of ripping the packaging open. He slid the condom on effortlessly, giving Yeosang’s cock a few strokes as a reward for waiting.

He popped the cap open for the lube, letting the cool liquid run down onto Yeosang’s cock before he sent him a wide smile.

“Are you ready, Hyung?”

“I’ve never actually…y'know…” Yeosang squirmed, but Wooyoung only tossed a leg over his waist like before, holding his cock up.

“Don’t worry. Just sit back and let me do it, then.” Wooyoung cooed, slowly sinking down onto Yeosang’s stiff cock.

Both of them let out hitched gasps, with Wooyoung feeling his walls stretch around the sudden intrusion and Yeosang grabbing the sheets as the velvet heat constricted around his cock.

“H-holy fuck you’re tight.” Yeosang ground out. Wooyoung whimpered when he bottomed out, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“God, Hyung. I feel so full already.” He panted before he gave his hips an experimental roll, making both of them moan.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Yeosang’s neck, kissing him hard as he began riding him. His hips rose and fell rhythmically, with both of their moans being swallowed down by the other.

At some point, Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung’s bruised hips, thrusting his hips up every time Wooyoung came down. It only took mere minutes before Wooyoung was a quivering, moaning mess in his lap, rutting desperately against him.

“Yes, yes yesss, Hyung! Your cock feels so good~” He mewled, voice loud. Yeosang would’ve been embarrassed. In fact, he should’ve told the younger idol to quiet down, but instead he had one sudden, hungry word that crossed his mind.

Louder.

He cupped Wooyoung’s ass, and in a flash, he lifted his own body, using his weight to toss Wooyoung onto his back. He was still buried deep inside of him as the blonde looked up in surprise.

“H-hyung?”

Yeosang pushed his thighs apart, licking his lips at the delicious sight of Wooyoung flustered, flushed, and nearly fucked out beneath him. He gave him an experimental thrust, smiling at the small gasp that came from it. Wooyoung opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he had to say was lost as Yeosang began thrusting.

He rocked into Wooyoung with hard, deep strokes, eyes fixated on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Wooyoung’s clenching hole.

“Fuck! Hyung, faster!” Wooyoung whined, moving his hips down for more. Yeosang obliged, his hands finding Wooyoung’s waist once more as he sped up his thrusts, unable to hold back his own moans of pleasure.

“Woo-ya…you’re taking Hyung’s cock so well.” He panted, eyes drifting up to Wooyoung’s face. He could’ve came from that sight alone.

Wooyoung’s forehead was sweaty, his blonde bangs sticking to his forehead as he looked back at Yeosang, pupils nearly pitch black with pleasure. He held his gaze until one of Yeosang’s thrusts curved just slightly to the left, and those half lidded eyes flew open.

“Oh my god!” Wooyoung cried, arching his back. Yeosang licked his lips, remembering himself having the same expression when Jongho stroked that bundle inside of him.

His grip on Wooyoung’s hips tightened, and part of him was hoping he wasn’t hurting the younger as he began thrusting hard and fast, looking for that spot again. Wooyoung’s loud moans became needy half-screams as Yeosang fucked him hard and fast.

“Hyung! Hyung, please I’m gonna–ohhh fuck please please, Hyung I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum, gonna cum please don’t stop!” Wooyoung’s pleas were a jumbled mess of syllables as he tried-and failed-to hold back. Yeosang wasn’t much better above him, having reverted to raspy groans about how tight Wooyoung was clenching around him and how beautiful he looked like this.

Soon both of them were equally loud, the bed creaking as Wooyoung came first, arching his back as he let out a broken scream into the room, his legs wrapping around Yeosang’s waist. His cum splattered all over his own abdomen as he felt his toes curl, opening his eyes long enough to see Yeosang tense and groan above him, cumming soon after.

He mewled, reaching up to kiss the older idol as he slowly pulled out. Yeosang panted against his lips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto his abused hips as he put their sweaty foreheads together.

“That was…amazing.” Yeosang whispered, and Wooyoung smiled to himself when he noticed his hyung wasn’t too shy or embarrassed anymore.

“You…I should’ve known, but your stroke game is amazing.” Wooyoung cooed, laughing when Yeosang suddenly looked away.

Ah, there was the shyness.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Yeosang inquired, looking at Wooyoung’s hips. Wooyoung shook his head, sitting up to give him a smile.

“Nope. I had fun” He hummed, moving his hand to slide off the condom from Yeosang’s spent cock.

“Maybe next time we should have more fun and you can cum inside me?” He beamed, sending Yeosang a wink. Yeosang grabbed the pillow closest to him, whacking him with it as he shook his head.

“You perverted brat!”

After the two had cleaned up thanks to some wet wipes Wooyoung kept around, Yeosang peeked his head out of the room, hoping they hadn’t disturbed any of the others too much. He was still gaining his confidence more and more each day but he was sure he’d die of embarrassment if anyone called him out on him and Wooyoung’s little romp.

He made his way to the kitchen, intending on grabbing a melon ramune for Wooyoung since the younger man was parched-it was no wonder with all that moaning and screaming-and a strawberry flavored one for himself.

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest as he rounded the corner and ran into San. Yeosang jolted, putting a hand over his chest as San looked up from his yogurt cup, cat like eyes amused.

“It’s just me, Hyung.” He purred, and Yeosang swallowed thickly. The past few days had made him keenly aware of that particular tone. San watched him shuffle around the kitchen, not saying a word as he ate his yogurt, licking his lips when Yeosang leaned down to grab the ramunes from the fridge.

He finished his cup, licking his lips once more before he rounded the counter, cutting Yeosang off before he could leave. Yeosang stopped short, staring into San’s hungry eyes for a few moments before the younger man’s lips curled up into a seductive smile.

“I’m glad you had so much fun together with Woo-ya. We all enjoyed listening~” he cooed, and Yeosang wished the floor could swallow him. Before he could flounder his way through a sentence, San stepped into his space, breath ghosting over his lips as he spoke.

“Don’t take too long to come play with me too, Hyung. I’ll get lonely~” he playfully pouted before he pressed a kiss to the shell of Yeosang’s ear.

“I’ll be waiting.” He purred, running his fingers over Yeosang’s arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he disappeared down the hall.

Yeosang swallowed thickly, standing in the kitchen doorway before he snapped back to reality, darting down the hall to his own room.

As he snuggled up with Wooyoung that night, he went to sleep with San’s cat like gaze flooding his dreams.

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which muse is the trickiest to get into character for? why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

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-. Which muse is the trickiest to get into character for? I think that would be Patrick, which is quite something considering I keep stubbornly referring to him as my main muse - some main muse he is, fickle as he continues to be - and that is mostly because I keep struggling with connecting the different versions of Patrick that exist within my head. I don’t remember if I’ve described this before, but Patrick is meant to be a character with a secret internal monologue, a secondary character if you will, or more fittingly a deuteragonist because he’s meant to be experienced from an outsider’s point of view.

His manners, his facial expressions, his tensed nature, how quickly he dons and sheds personas, they don’t have quite the effect they’re meant to have if you can read his internal monologue.

This heavily contrasts with my writing style, though, that is characterised by a lot of dipping into said internal monologue, or even if it’s not a monologue and described from a 3rd person point of view, there’s still too much of that insight, those references that give enough hints to properly understand or get a hunch of what’s going on, when experiencing as I’d like him to get experienced can only be achieved by having NO HUNCH at all in regards to his thought process, his feelings, and everything related.

SO, it’s difficult getting into character because I’m constantly with one foot in and one foot out of his mental space.

-. Why were you drawn to each one of your characters? THIS one will be a TAD long, please forgive me ♥ I can start by saying that all my muses with mythological roots, specifically of the Norse, drew me in because of my adoration for the mythology that functions as the source of their base, starting from Patrick who kickstarted my obsession with everything Norse.

Many other characters pull me in because of their standpoint on things, their emotional journeys and their psychology: from Seona who’s hurt translating into unapologetic anger makes her so interesting to write, to Jungwoo and Taejoo who are just trying to survive and disappear within or from society, depending on which one you focus on, and so on and so forth.

And others just... provide me with a challenge I didn’t know I was looking for.

I can do a quick rundown (initial reasons, won’t list things that relate to subsequent changes):

Cesare: his 'caged animal’-like attitude towards just about anything and anyone he encounters, the way aggression used to be his first defence and the psychological divide between trauma-born reactions and natural werewolf instincts. Seona: her restless rage and the contrast between her actions and the person she’s justifying them with. Diana: I wanted a valkyrie and I love her ongoing identity crisis and how violently she defends herself against it. Eunjae: I can’t remember if the mind-reading or the social worker came before, might have happened at the same time, but the idea of an emotionally extremely reserved social worker with mind-reading abilities and a hidden past just has me going buck wild, everything from their attitude to their circumstances to their secrets has so much potential for so many different directions they could be taken into. Domenico: dorky vampire Caleb: Initially I just wanted a hunter muse again, but when I came up with his Sight and started developing his personality, I guess I just can’t get enough of a naturally self-denying and self-sacrificial person with a nurturing demeanour who is also Very Woke on issues and has, you know, those abilities. Sunhee: Lotte’s story gave me the opportunity to introduce someone who has to live through the repercussions of what happened to a loved one Catharina: sells info, steps on men’s feet with her heels, untrustworthy and wicked smart Yoshino: dorky tanuki with no sense of responsibility whatsoever Nathaniel: a challenge to myself, someone who’s views on morality I can’t justify with a traumatic past, he just is and just thinks the way he is and does, without redeemable reason Eros: writing him feels like watching a lover run their hand over silken drapes as they recite love poems with bittersweet undertones to their lover waiting for them in bed Samuel: always wanted an author muse and his ability came to me at random really, so I love the idea of combining the basics of his character with a personality trait I haven’t dived in a lot: inability to act Quincy: dorky time-traveller with very grey morals, sort of toeing the line between good and not so good Haniel: I wanted an angel who is so convinced with the idea that they’re doing good and doing it the right way too, that they’re fallen as a punishment to the very thing they thought was the most praiseworthy part of their attitude, someone who’s so convinced with her ideals she doesn’t realise how many people she’s hurting and damning Muninn: I love Norse mythology Jungwoo: when I first made him, I wanted to dwell into a representation of PTSD I hadn’t yet: plenty of my muses have PTSD, have been through things, but most of them are “””high-functioning”””; with Jungwoo, I wanted to explore not dealing with one’s symptoms well, living one’s own live passively and according to said symptoms, rather than with them; Jungwoo’s passivity is the core of his character and the things I’d like to explore, his passivity and his exhaustion Corey: neglected prodigy with enough good in his heart to not realise how angry he could be Kaeden: I love Goblin and grim reaper lores in general, and I’ve actually given writing a reaper shots before (Han, for one), so I thought I’d give it another one, but divert from the traditional exploration of reaper lore by having him... well... refuse to reap; when I came up with his backstory, the life of Kiha, my interest only grew because it opened such a vast amount of things to work with and also inspired me to connect more muses the way I had Kiha & Seona Lotte: initially, Lotte’s base characterisation was... my love song to the moon, everything I wrote about him, his appearance, his demeanour, his voice, his movements, was meant to remind or be compared to the moon, never equalled; I think that’s why his original concept didn’t inspire me to actually write him a lot, because it lacked a backstory beyond said concept; now though, with the memory loss added, and his indirect connection to Jungwoo, well, I’m dying to write him at all times Taejoo: I’ve always wanted to write a telekinetic character and this was the opportunity to do so; initially, though, Taejoo was meant to be a less... morally excusable character, his original concept depicted him as a character who felt marginalised for his abilities and thought himself not forced to abide by the rules & morals of the world that marginalised him, as a result; then, though, when I sat down and wrote out his full backstory, and added those little details, he lost most of that disinterest towards his peers and developed a near-obsessive nature to create or avoid certain impressions people may have in his regards; while the core of his concept is still ‘just trying to survive in a world that doesn’t want him for something he can’t change’, it is now driven forward by the opposite of the original idea meaning submitting to the best of his abilities to his surroundings and the people living in them, and it’s something I’ve never written before, and its similarities and stark differences to Jungwoo’s attitude make it all the more interesting Nota: I’ll admit, I wanted a tragic character and as a result of this lack of a proper central concept, I don’t write him a lot; his two defining features, the abuse in his home and his wish to be a musician don’t... fit together well, they don’t tie into the other, they just co-exist within his character so there’s a lot I need to work on because at the moment I am NOT drawn in by his character Sabriel: I was on an angel-muse making spree and wanted a Yoon Jeonghan muse, so... the two things just kind of got together and Sabriel happened; when I started working a little on their abilities and especially when I fully established what their role was in Heaven, I was drawn in by the fun, high-spirited personality, combined with good intentions and the truly vast powers of the rest of their character created a fun contrast I couldn’t wait to explore: they’re simultaneously one of my most harmless and most powerful muses Junghoon: I wanted a detective muse :3 but as I started developing him and his personality came forward, he became a muse that worked perfectly with the concept of ‘the cards someone is handled in life doesn’t determine their worth or their abilities’, to have such a studious & ambitious muse with ADHD who continues to look forward no matter what may be thrown his way, without showing anything but gratitude towards the things he’s given, and also having enough confidence to hold his own ALMOST unapologetically, he became a Great Guy basically; but I’ll be honest, I simply adore writing his personality, it speaks to me so well and is always something that gives me joy Kangmin: I wanted a perfectionist and the opportunity to explore how ‘all work and no play’ is detrimental to a person and not something that should be considered praiseworthy, how a solely work-oriented lifestyle can lead to an excessive amount of negativity with little to no rewards; the addition of past health problems, I’m not quite sure where it came from, and Kangmin themself has actually softened from what they were originally meant to be like (not excessively, simply more likely to NOT snap than SNAP as they were meant to be) and all in all they’ve become rather melancholic and something about this air surrounding them keeps drawing me in Beomsoo: another psychological aspect I was intrigued to explore: the absolute denial people can get stuck in during their grief, and the extremes to which a human mind would go to protect itself from a reality it can’t cope with; Beomsoo’s generally positive or at the very least neutral outlook on life and how, from an outside perspective, he seems to be a regular guy living a somewhat regular life, while in reality he’s denying something so big that it goes as far as fabricating memories to keep the pretences up, well, it’s quite interesting Chulsoo: I sincerely have no idea at the moment. That may be because he’s so fresh, but, I think continuously re-watching Love Me Harder might have had something to do with it, because I could feel the MV was inspiring me to write s o m e t h i n g, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what. Then I just… thought to make something up on the spot and kind of roll with whatever idea would stick first et viola, out came Chulsoo. Now he draws me in because he’s becoming meaner than anticipated, which is always an interesting turn of event

So, here is a rundown that was anything but quick, I am so sorry

#theimpalpable #;ooc #;to be tagged #GOD THANK YOU SO HECKING MUCH I'M #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOr sending these in and so sorry about the length #thank you for letting me ramble about my darlings ♥♥♥♥♥#if you reblog it too PLS LET ME KNOW #I WANNA SEND SOME TOO #a:#;queue

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sweetness47 · 4 years

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Seriously? Wow!

Pairing Sam x reader x Dean

@deanandsambingo – boys buy a house

@spndeanbingo – road trip

@samwinchesterbingo – honeymoon

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!! Smut, threesome, established relationship, slight angst, fingering, oral, etc…

FINAL WORD COUNT: 1568

The front passenger seat hardly got used anymore since you’d hooked up with not one but both of the hottest guys on the fucking planet. While one drove, the other would be in the back seat with you, doing whatever they or you wanted, sometimes both. Finally, they had proposed to you, and with a resounding YES you had gotten married.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you studied your husbands. You had discovered something recently, and weren’t sure how to tell them. It wasn’t something you’d ever discussed, no one had ever brought it up, but now, since your discovery, you really had no choice. They had a right to know.

Who specifically was responsible, you couldn’t say for sure. And that was part of the problem. Would they be angry? Jealous? It worried you, a lot. While you didn’t want to cause a rift, especially not after finally getting to marry both of them, and yeah it takes two to tango, well three in this case, you knew they’d be more upset if you didn’t tell them.

She heaved a heavy sigh, one that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey YN,” Sam nuzzled your neck as he whispered in your ear, “you aren’t still upset about us not telling you where we’re going, are you?”

You looked at the younger brother. “No. I do like surprises, and I trust you two.”

“Perhaps then, you need a little relaxation time?” Sam ran his hand under your shirt, kneading the soft mounds that lay beneath. You moaned and your head fell back as you let your mind wander.

Sam took that as a yes, kissing your soft lips, groaning as you responded, turning now to him. He was already undoing your jeans, skirting his large hand beneath your undies, eager to find the buried treasure beneath.

“Fuck!” Dean commented as he watched the review mirror. “You two keep that up, and we won’t reach our destination on time, cuz I’ll be joining.”

You and Sam giggled, his hands continuing to seek your moist center, then he slid two fingers inside your wet hole, moaning. “You’re so wet baby girl.”

Yeah, you were, your husbands both kinda had that effect on you. You couldn’t get your jeans and panties down fast enough, kicking them off with gusto, then pivoting on the seat to accommodate your husband. Sam freed his cock, plunging into your sopping wet pussy with a satisfied moan. “So, fucking, perfect!” he said, bottoming out.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Dean swore now, his own cock growing painfully erect in his jeans.

Sam began fucking into you hard, and you welcomed it. You cried out as orgasm after orgasm tore through you, pulsing, throbbing, pushing the need further. You didn’t even notice Dean pulling Baby over, and opening the back door where your head lay.

“Turn her over Sammy, I’m jumping in.”

Your heart did flip flops because you knew what was coming. Sam positioned you on hands and knees, and you came face to face with Dean’s pulsing erection. You took him in your mouth, humming because you knew he liked it, and you moved your mouth up and down his long length while Sam bucked his cock into you like a stud in heat.

Sam neared his release, pulling out and shooting cum over your back, while Dean joined a few minutes later, filling your mouth, and you greedily swallowed every drop. Dean fixed his jeans, then got a towel for you. Sam helped you clean up while Dean got back into the driver seat, continuing to drive to your surprise honeymoon destination.

Two hours later, Baby pulls up in front of a large two storey house, almost like a cottage setting, no neighbours close by. There was a lake and a dock for a boat, or for fishing.

Your jaw dropped. “This is one hell of a B&B.”

Dean and Sam exchanged glances. You glared at both of them. “What?”

“Uh, this isn’t a B&B YN, this is our new home.”

“You’re shitting me.”

Dean shook his head. “Nope, let’s go take a look.”

Stunned by the sheer beauty of the location, and by the love you felt for these two men, you forced your feet to walk up the steps. The inside was huge, a generous foyer opening up to living and dining room areas. Down the hall was a kitchen you’d only dreamt of in fairy tales. Rich cherry cupboards and wood flooring adorned the cooking area, contrasted by a sunny yellow on the walls.

“Fuck!” was all you could say as you took in the bay window in the living room, a large seating area built in around the window. Furniture had already been moved in, the stunning cream colored leather a gorgeous addition to the dark flooring.

Upstairs were four bedrooms, all large, all fully furnished. There was an ensuite in the master bedroom, and another regular 4 piece bath in the hall.

The basement was fully developed, and sported a pool table, a large screen tv, black leather couches, and cream carpeting. Another two bedrooms and a bar area completed the floor.

“There’s one more surprise YN,” Sam said. You had no idea what else they could have to give, especially since they’d already given you their hearts, and now this house. They took you back up to the top floor, to one room that had the door closed the first trip up. Dean walked through first, Sam guiding you while covering your eyes.

He took his hands away, and you cried, seeing the room decorated in baby toys, a crib, stickers adorning the walls, and a bouquet of flowers and a card saying ‘CONGRATULATIONS MOM’.

You turned to your husbands, stunned. “How…?”

Sam chuckled. “You think we wouldn’t notice the difference? We know your body really well, and knew something had changed. It was Dean who actually noticed you hadn’t had a period for a while, so we counted back. Once we’d made the connection, we added this room to the house.”

You threw yourself into their strong embraces. “I love you guys! I was afraid you’d be angry, or jealous? I’m not sure who’s it actually is.”

The brothers exchanged glances. “Why would we be angry? We will love it, because it’s part of us, and part of you. It’s a miracle we made, together. It doesn’t get any better than that!”

Your face visibly flooded with relief as you melted into them. They surrounded you with their love and strength, just as they always did, and always would.

The unsure part of you still had to be sure. “So, you don’t care who’s it is?”

They shook their heads.

And just to make sure you knew how much they loved you, Dean picked you up, kissing you deeply, walking with Sam to the room they would share with you. Laying you gently on the soft king sized bed, the brothers undressed their wife, then themselves, and joined you there. Dean began kissing you, trailing down the soft skin of your neck, the soft tissue around your ear lobe. Sam focussed on the other end, his lips making their way down your stomach, over their precious bundle you now carried, then settling between your legs.

Any doubt you still had melted away under their loving.

Dean’s lips moved to your nipples, growing hard now under his expert touch, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. You arched into his mouth, silently pleading for more, while Sam set about fucking you with his tongue, diving into your wet folds with gusto. A cry of pleasure escaped you as his masterful skills sent you over the edge, juices coating his tongue, causing him to moan in delight as he greedily slurped every drop.

Then they were switching positions, Dean moving you over him, guiding his erect cock into your aching hole. You threw your head back as pure bliss overrode any senses that remained, heightened when Sam snuggled his own hard erection in to join with his brother’s. Double the pleasure, double the fun, and then they moved as one, the first thrust sending you spiraling toward the stars, shockwaves riding you to the end, if there was one.

Sam brought his mouth down to claim yours, sharing the earthy taste of you on his tongue, revelling in the sheer delight it brought. Dean nibbled on the back of your neck and shoulders, while his hand travelled to your clit, rubbing small circles. Just when you thought you were all tapped out, another orgasm exploded out of you, your body spasming, humming with the force of it.

The walls clenching around their massive cocks had both brothers coming together, a simultaneous release that you only got once in a while. Not that you minded at all. They eased out of you, cradling your frame between theirs, one on each side, keeping you safe and close as they always did.

Sam reached to pull a sheet up over the three of you, and kissed your forehead as all of you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the future, and the family you all would have together.

@legion1993 @akshi8278

#deanandsambingo #samwinchesterbingo #spndeanbingo

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veinclerk05-blog · 3 years

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weak breath/baited breath - distressed, pregnant - the previous spelling was the original variation of the expression, but the term is currently usually incorrectly damaged to the last 'baited' in modern use, which incorrectly suggests a various beginning. Lots of people appear now to presume a significance of the breath being metaphorically 'baited' rather than the original non-metaphorical original meaning, which simply described the breath being interrupted, or stopped. The expression shows up in Shakespeare's The Merchant Of Venice, which dates its beginning as 16th century or earlier. Words bate is a reduced type of abate, both bring the same definition, and also initially showed up in the 1300s, prior to which the past tense kinds were baten as well as abaten. turn it up - quit it, stopped talking, no chance, stop doing that, I don't believe you, etc - Cassells Jargon Thesaurus recommends the 'transform it up' expression relates to 'stop doing that' and that the very first use was as very early as the 1600s.

According to Bartlett's, the expression 'Too look for as needle in a container of hay' shows up partly III, chapter 10. ' Container' is an old word for a package of hay, taken from the French word botte, meaning package. Maker (dictionary and alterations) lists the complete expression - 'searching for a needle in a container of hay' which informs us that the term was first used in this type, and was later on adapted throughout the 1900s right into the contemporary form. Mum has absolutely nothing to do with mommy - it's merely a phonetic spelling and metaphorical word to signify closing one's mouth, so as not to utter a sound. The exact same sensible onomatopoeic derivation likely produced the words mumble, murmur and mumps. Just as in modern-day times, war-time governments then threw away no possibility to exaggerate risks and dangers, so as to instill respect amongst, as well as to preserve authority over, the masses. So there you have it - mum's words - possibly a product of federal government spin.

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The 'rock pip' would certainly seem to be a distortion/confusion of merely giving or obtaining the pip, most likely due to misconstruing the meaning of pip in this context. The word pip in this expression has nothing to make with rocks or fruit. The pituitary gland lies in the brain as well as is in charge of specific bodily features, but in the late middle ages, around 1500s, it was believed to manage the circulation of mucus or phlegm to the nose. Phlegm had long been thought to be among the crucial 4 'humours' establishing life equilibrium and also character. So while the present expression was based initially on a bird illness, the origins ironically connect to seminal concepts of human health and wellness. Variants still discovered in NZ and Australia from the early 1900s include 'half-pie', as well as 'pie' suggesting great or expert at something.

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Regretfully this really appealing alternative/additional derivation of 'take the mick/micky' appears not to be supported by any main resources or references. If any person can refer me to a reputable reference please allow me understand, until such time the Micky Bliss cockney rhyming theory stays the most famously sustained beginning. The crazy bird's name came into English from a different origin, Scandinavia, in the 1800s, and also probably had a larger impact in the United States on the expressions crazy as a crazy, and additionally drunk as a crazy. The highly bad slang loony container, describing a mental home, first appeared around 1910.

Nowadays, despite still being https://datchet.lipofreeze2u.co.uk/ according to English thesaurus, resolving a blended team of people as 'promiscuous' would not be a very suitable use the word. pernickety/persnickety/pernickerty/ persnickerty - fussy, picky, fastidious - pernickety seems currently to be the most usual contemporary type of this odd word. The variants happen possibly because no clear derivation exists, offering no apparent recommendation indicate anchor a punctuation or enunciation.

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Buck stems from thaler, which is an old German word for a coin, from earlier Low German 'dahler', whose necessary root word 'dahl' suggests valley. Dahler, later on ending up being thaler, is a 500-year-old acronym of Joachimsthaler, a very early Bohemian/German silver coin. Words Joachimsthaler actually described something from 'Joachim's Thal'. This was Joachim's Valley, which now equates to Jáchymov, a medical spa community in NW Bohemia in the Czech Republic, close to the boundary to Germany.

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The word appears first to have actually been videotaped between in Jamieson's Dictionary of the Scottish Language, in the form of pernickitie, as an extension of a Scottish word pernicky, which is maybe a much better idea to its beginnings. This is all conjecture in the lack of trustworthy recorded origins.

On which direct a combination of the words certain and fussy might have been a factor, particularly when you consider the earlier pernicky type. Odds meaning the various opportunities of contenders, as made use of in gambling, was very first recorded in English in 1574 according to Chambers, so using the 'can't probabilities it' expression might possibly be very old without a doubt. Cassells and various other trusted jargon resources say that 'take the mick' is cockney poetry slang, c. 1950s, from 'Micky Bliss', rhyming with 'take the piss'. No-one appears to know who Micky Happiness was, which probably indicates a little weak point in the derivation. Conversely, and possibly in addition in the direction of the adoption of the expression, a less well-known opportunity is that 'mick' in this feeling is a shortening of words 'micturation', which is a clinical term for peeing.

Partridge says initially tape-recorded regarding 1830, but suggests the expression could have remained in use from perhaps the 1600s. This is definitely feasible given that board indicated table in older times, which is the association with card video games played on a table. It was previously bord, deducible to Old Saxon, likewise implying guard, constant with similar international words going back to the earliest beginnings of European language.

This table sense of board likewise offered us the board as put on a board of directors and also the conference room. slowpoke - sluggish individual or employee - slowpoke is USA slang first recorded in print according to Chambers. Possibly from cowpoke - words originally utilized to define the men that prodded cattle onto slaughterhouse trains. Poke represented the picture of job, being based on an usual job activity of the moments, as did punch.

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This to a specific extent explains why a lot of English words with French beginnings occur in way of living as well as social language. Incidentally the word French, to explain individuals or things of France and also the language itself, has existed in English in its modern kind since concerning 1200, prior to which it was 'Frensch', and also earlier in Old English 'frencisc'. This derived from Old High German frenkisc and frenqisc, from and also straight pertaining to the Franks, the early Germanic individuals who conquered the Romans in Gaul around the fifth century. The name of the Frank individuals is also the root of the word France and the Franc money. The most enticing theory for the ultimate origin of words Frank is that it originates from a comparable word for a spear or lance, which was the favoured weapon of the Frankish people. whatever drifts your boat - if it makes you happy/it's your decision/it's your option (although I don't always agree as well as I uncommitted anyway) - a fairly modern expression from the late 20th century with oddly little known beginnings.

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In the late 1400s, silver ounce coins were produced from silver extracted at Joachim's Valley, Bohemia, by a regionally powerful family, the Matters of Schlick. These very early local European coins, called 'Joachimsthaler', shortened to 'thaler', were typical silver because region, which would nowadays extend into Germany. The high quality and also online reputation of the 'Joachimsthaler' coins consequently triggered the 'thaler' term to spread as well as be made use of for more main generic versions of the coins in Germany, as well as elsewhere as well. Later, from the 1580s, the term was additionally made use of in its adapted 'buck' form as a name for the Spanish peso (additionally called 'item of eight'). Clergy as well as clerics and also clerks were consequently among the most able and very valued and also valued of all 'workers'.

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For such a well-used as well as widely known expression the information of beginnings are oddly thin, and a generally not referenced at all by the normal expressions and also etymology resources. Other pointers refer to feasible links with card video games, in which showing up a card would reveal something concealed, or mark the end of a flow of play. It's specifically tough to guess regarding the origins since words 'turn' has so many different meanings, especially when combined with various other really adaptable words. If you can include anything to assist identfy when as well as where and exactly how the 'transform it up' expression developed please contact us. The initial phrasing was 'tide nor time tarrieth no male' (' tarrieth' meaning 'awaits'). taxi/taxicab - fare-charging auto, although taxi can be a fare-charging watercraft - taxi and also taxicab are words which we tend to take for approved without thinking what the derivation may be.

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As a matter of fact the beginning of taxi is the French 'taximetre' as well as German equivalent 'taxameter', integrating taxi/taxa and also metre/meter. Taximeter appeared in English around 1898, at which time its use was transferring from horse-drawn carriages to automobile. Taxi is an acronym of another French word cabriolet, which came into English in the 1700s, and also it shows up in the complete French taxicab equivalent 'taximetre cabriolet'. Taxicab showed up in English meaning a steed attracted carriage in 1826, a heavy steam locomotive in 1859, and an electric motor cars and truck in 1899. Chambers suggests that the French taximetre is in fact stemmed from the German taxameter, which remarkably gave rise to an earlier similar but temporary English term taxameter videotaped in 1894, applied to horsedrawn taxicabs. sweep the board - win everything - based on the allegory of winning all the cards or cash risk in a game of cards.

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Once fat cells form, they might shrink during weight loss, but they do not disappear, a fact that has derailed many a diet.

Mojo possibly derives from African-American language, describing a talisman or witchcraft appeal, and is close to words 'moco', indicating withccraft, used by the Gullah of the United States South Carolina coastline and also islands. Words as well as the definition were popularised by the 1956 blues tune Got My Mojo Working, initially made famous by Muddy Seas' 1957 recording, and also subsequently covered by nearly all blues artists ever since. The term gave the origin for words mobster, suggesting mobster, which appeared in American English in the very early 1900s. Hitch used in the feeling is American from the 1880s although the basic hitch definition of relocation by drawing or jerking is Old English from the 1400s hytchen, and also prior, icchen meaning move from 1200.

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kalinahugtype2 · 4 years

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Interview with a Graduate

Abbey Hoerchner

1. Are you working on any big projects at the moment?

We have been working on our NBA All-Star Campaign - with a big push for social and web graphics to get votes for Giannis, Khris and Bledsoe. We also had been pushing “Let Pat Dunk” to campaign for Pat Connaughton to get into the dunk contest for All-Star weekend - this was through both graphics and even t-shirt designs. We are also already thinking ahead to what our Playoff look will be come April - it is usually an edgier spin off our our regular season look. Lastly, the Bucks have an Esports gaming team for the NBA 2K League (video game). They draft 6 players who get paid a salary, receive benefits, have their housing paid for, and fly to NYC each week for their games. I am currently designing the look for their Season 3 Campaign - this includes their Draft graphics, Gameday graphics progression (Matchup Motion Graphic, Starting Lineup Motion Graphic, Live Now Motion Graphic, Half-Time Score Static Graphic, Player Stat Highlight Static Graphic, Final Score Static Graphic, Victory Motion Graphic), any general announcement graphics, etc. that will end up on social media.

2. What is your intent as designer?

I focus on capturing the attention of, engaging, and holding the interest of fans/followers. An obvious secondary intent is to efficiently and effectively organize information that is easy for the viewer to decipher.

3. How do you use design to positively impact a community?

At the Bucks, we had a large focus on building up the Deer District, the area around the arena, and getting the Milwaukee community to see it as a revitalized place that they want to spend time at. We focused on creating graphics that promoted the plaza, and highlighted the different restaurants and establishments, to ultimately bring people together.

4. In what way do you think students at UWM can use design to strengthen the culture in Milwaukee?

I think there may be opportunities to showcase neighborhoods, areas, events, etc that aren’t always heavily promoted whether digital or print. I think using class as a time for research and production is great, however I wonder still if there is a way to push research, ideas, designs (especially connected with Milwaukee culture/geography) further into the public than within the UWM network.

5. Is there anything you wish you had known prior to graduating?

Connecting with #8 below - the faster pace of design in the workplace would have helped my transition more immediately. I also work in Photoshop daily for actually creating digital graphics and I was not extremely efficient in that program, based on the high focus in upper-level DVC classes on InDesign and Illustrator.

6. Do you have any tips and/or words of encouragement for current design students?

One tip would be to get comfortable talking about your work, be confident in why you did what you did and be able to clearly explain it. In the workplace you may have a client (in my case another department) that doesn’t really understand what we do or why we do it. In these cases, it is imperative to be able to clearly articulate design reasoning. Be thorough in the design process from ideation to final product - it will help you in the long run figure out what process works best for you to get the strongest design. Along with this, I would say to push the boundaries and explore the possibilities of a design. Go out of the box and you can always reign it back in after review/critique. There could be something you tried that maybe could work as an idea for a future project. I would highly encourage students to get a design internship while still in school (ideally one that you can get paid AND get credit). I stumbled upon my internship with the Bucks during my final semester of school. As a Women’s Soccer athlete at UWM, I knew I was passionate about athletics, so was intrigued about practicing design in a sports industry. I think for others who don’t know which specific industry they would like to practice in, getting internships while still in school and with different companies (whether sports, ad agency, other companies) will help you decide what specific industry you are passionate about. If you think you may be interested in Motion Graphics/Animation - take the class while still in school. I ended up finding this was the focus of design I became most passionate about, as it mixes up the creation of static graphics. While I was interning at the Bucks, I was also taking the Motion Graphics class at UWM. At that time, there was not anyone at the Bucks who knew the program, so I started elevating some graphics by using simple animation. After interning, I continued to grow my Motion Graphics skills and from there became a Multi-Media Designer, working in Adobe After Effects daily. Along with static graphics, I also create many animations that go on social media and a lot of content that runs on the LED boards inside the bowl during games (crowd prompts, matchups, sponsored content, themed animations, etc).

7. What do you feel are important resources to consult during the design process?

Specific to my role at the Bucks - I do a lot of visual auditing of other teams to see what they are doing. I don’t stay in the realm of the NBA, but look at football, soccer, baseball, etc. When I am doing my research, I am usually looking at their social channels. I also utilize Pinterest and Behance to start ideating.

8. What are the differences between the professional design climate and the one created at UWM? Do you feel you were prepared for the changes?

I think UWM prepared me very well for a professional design career, especially when thinking about the very thorough design process we go through for each of our classes in school. I think this helped figure out a personal design process that works best for each individual (ie. I still like sketching ideas/layouts out, even if they are very rough….but there are other designers who go digital right away).

One big difference that I had to get acclimated to was the fast pace for a lot of projects at the Bucks. This may be due to the professional sports industry. With some special player announcement graphics, we may have to create something within the hour. Some information design graphics may have to be done in a day. On the other hand, there could also be a logo design that you have a few days to ideate, sketch and digitize before reviewing.

9. Beyond the finished product, what is the most important part of being a designer?

For me, I think an important part is still getting the face-to-face contact with whoever you are designing a project for, especially when it is for another department. For many projects, we could sit behind a screen, design a few iterations, send via email and continue that process until a final design is approved. I am a people person and like social interaction during my work day, therefore if I am able to chat with the individual before starting, or take an iteration over to them to discuss in-person, I will! I think this offers me a better perspective on what their ultimate vision for the project is.

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The new prototype

It started with a phone call from the Eden club, a good friend of Fowler's had called asking if he could spare a detective for them to use at their establishment.

"We got this new android in but none of our staff are willing to test it out, they all say it's too intimidating and scary. Think one of your big strong detectives can test it out?"

It didn't take long for Fowler to agree and suggest someone. "Reed has been causing trouble lately, I'm sure this assignment will straighten him out. He's been bothering Connor a lot and gotten into several altercations with the RK800. I'll have sent him over soon."

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That's how Gavin found himself sitting on a plush bed with a blindfold on in a private sound proof room. He had his jacket taken at the door and was strip searched upon arrival before being blindfolded, carried then dumped on the bed and promptly abandoned.

"Just what the fuck is this assignment?"

He can hear the door opening then sliding shut, he holds his breath as a oppressing aura suddenly fills the room. It's suffocating, heavy and it feels like he's in a room with a killer.

He waits for something, a voice, a sound of breath or something.

Nothing.

There's no sound coming from the other party. Is there even someone there?

Gavin opened his mouth to ask if someone is there but found himself slamming his mouth shut when he felt hands on his chest. Fingers traveling up and down his sides, causing goosebumps to blossom across his flesh and his breath to catch in his throat. Two sharp, bony fingers pinch his nipples causing Gavin to arch his back and let out a wanton moan as he begins to tent in his pants.

He wants to ask what is going on, who is touching him but a harsh pinch to his nipples turned all of his words into a sharp moan.

Gavin moves his arms down his body to the hem of his shirt, hooking his fingers in and pulled his shirt up. Big mistake, the moment the flesh of his stomach and chest is exposed a pair of cold lips press against his skin in a chilling kiss.

Gavin bites his lip and continues to remove his shirt, patting at the hands that are squeezing his nipples to get them to move. After the hands left, he removes his shirt completely. The hands return to his chest, continuing to abuse his nipples which make him harder and harder in his pants.

The cold lips return to kissing his stomach then start trailing down. Lower and lower till he reaches his waist line. Kissing the sensitive skin before pulling down his zipper and ripping off his jeans.

Gavin started shaking, he's hard as a steel rod, blindfolded, partially naked with two unknown people in a room at an exclusive sex club and not many people know where he is. Not since Fowler said this was a secret assignment and has to be kept on the hush hush.

Then it hit him, what if they actually wanted him gone? Gone and dead, make up some story about how he left the force and moved out of town. The truth would be that he was killed by two androids at a sex club and no one would find a body. As the thought started to hit him, he began to go soft and all that pleasure went out the window.

The android between Gavin's legs looked up at the human, sensing the change in his behavior. It lifts Gavin's legs and licks a long trail up the human's inner right thigh.

Blood pressure high

Heartbeat erratic

Diagnosis fear/ depression, anxiety

It's LED spun red as it read the results and transmitted it to its twin.

The one behind Gavin suddenly fell backwards onto the bed, pulling the human with him while its twin brought its head down to the human's groin and licked his way inner thigh.

Gavin startled and finally found his voice "Hey! What the fuck are you doing!?" He demanded angrily while he was being repositioned. He can't tell what's going on exactly but he knows that he is on someone's chest. A very large, flat chest and that there is a mouth on his underwear.

He is also aware that another mouth is kissing down his back, down his tail bone to his ass. Gavin hisses as he feels cold air hit his now bare ass and his erect member. He feels himself being lifted up gently by the hips and placed back down. Cold, smooth lips now mouthing at his hole with a tongue occasionally flicking out to tease the tight muscle.

Gavin tried to move away "Hold on! I'm not into this kind of shit!" He claims before his member is engulfed in a tight wet heat, swallowing him balls deep. Gavin places his hand on the face to try and push it off. "C'mon, you don't need to do this." He says, trying to pull away from his unknown partner.

A bite to one of his ass cheeks makes him yelp and finally take off the blind fold. "Oh shit."

An android, a male android that looks slightly like Connor is swallowing his cock happily with its eyes closed and its LED pink. "What-what the fuck? Hey! Let go dammit!" He tries to open the plastic's mouth.

"Dammit, I said you don't have to do that! Shit just pop it out of your mouth already-!" The android opened its dark silver blue eyes and started to constrict its throat around Gavin, squeezing him tightly before reaching up and tweaking the human's nipples.

Gavin gasped and bucked his hips, the shock nearly making him cum. "F-fuck!"

A tongue darting inside his hole made him aware of his other partner, causing him to reflexively bring his hips up then back down. The twin sucking on his dick finally let go, it took one hand and wiped away the precum from its lips. "Oral stimulation on his penis isn't enough to make him climax." It said before wrapping a hand around Gavin's still stiff erection. "Guess a hand job will have to do."

Gavin shook his head and tried to bat the mech's hand away. "Look, if you want to fuck me then fuck me. You don't got to do all this extra shit." He looked away as he spoke. "You can rip me open and just fucking use me, not like anyone will care. They'll probably have you kill me afterwards." He said softly, his voice barely coming out in a breath.

The twins immediately changed positions, one cradling Gavin in their arms while lying on the bed. Laying on their side with an arm around the human. The android cradling Gavin reached over to the night stand close by and grabbed a red sports bottle resting by some white bottles and other red bottles. It sprayed some of the clear fluid into its mouth before swishing it around and spitting it into the trash can nearby.

After having effectively cleaned out their mouth, they turned to Gavin and took his chin before slowly pulling him closer and pressing their lips together in a kiss. It was soft and gentle, the artificial lips molded against his own.

Gavin's never been kissed in bed before, none of his partners wanted to and none of them even tried. None of them rimmed him, gave him a blow job or even handled him this gently.

If he wanted to fuck, he'd have to prepare his own ass and 9/10 he was tied up with his face shoved into the bed. It was always rough, too rough and sometimes he tore when they went at it and often times he was the last to cum and had to jack himself off after his partner leaves.

So it's not a surprise that Gavin has started crying into the kiss, having never been treated like this before in his entire life. The android pets his hair as they kiss, worming its tongue past Gavin's teeth letting it explore his oral cavity. When it finally pulled away, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the two, it started to kiss down Gavin's neck. Leaving hickeys as it went on his jaw line, his throat, adam's apple and collar bone.

Its twin watched him with interest and started to kiss Gavin as well, starting at his ankles and working his way up both legs to his waist and stomach.

Gavin whimpered, knowing he would never be treated like this on the outside. He is the half blood bastard son after all, just as smart as Kamski but not as recognized. The butt end pf everyone's jokes at the precinct and the most hated detective. Now here he is, being body worshipped by two plastics that are only programmed to be gentle as a lover but in actuality they don't really give a shit about Gavin.

His anxieties started to rise along with his insecurities, all the dark thoughts lurking in his brain he tried to drown by alcohol and taking his anger out on others.

'You don't deserve love'

'You didn't do anything on your own, your brother helped you with his infinite piles of money. How else could you have become a cop?'

'You're disgusting'

'I feel bad for these mechs.'

'Just resign already! They won't give a shit anyway!'

Then he started to hear Her words, his stepmother's.

'Why the hell are you even alive?!'

Gavin bolts up between the two of the androids, his heart rate through the roof as he started to shake. He bolted from the bed and started getting dressed as fast as he could, his dark thoughts yelling in his head. Mostly his step mother.

The twins tried to stop him but Gavin was already flying out the door, out of the private room and straight out of Eden Club. He didn't stop till he got to his car. He grabbed onto the steering wheel and tried to calm his breathing before digging into the glove box for his medication.

He hadn't taken them for years but always got a refill each month since he was ten.

Popping the pills in his mouth and swigging down the fresh can of cola he brought from home, he steadily started to calm down.

It didn't stop the tears though, they kept running down his face as the events that just occurred started playing through his mind. He was loved, all his life nobody wanted anything to do with him but in that club he was treated like he mattered like he wasn't just a hole and it was terrifying.

After years of being touch starved and receiving affection for the first time, he couldn't handle it. It was an odd and foreign concept to him.

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The next day Reed walked in like a limp puppet. He hadn't slept at all last night and it was very obvious by the look on his face. Dark circles seemed to have done donuts around his eyes his face was pale. He smelled freshly showered so there wasn't cause for alarm.

He plopped down at his desk tgen logged into his terminal. In his inbox he found an email from Eden Club asking him to write a review on their new prototypes.

There were two, one with dark silver blue eyes and the other with dark blue abyss like eyes. The silver blued one is RK850 and the other one is RK900.

Gavin gulped a little then wrote an honest review of the Twins. Even took a survey about their behavior and hospitality, leaving them a glowing review.

After submitting it, Gavin kind of just slumped into his seat and brought up an age old word document he had been working on forever. His resignation.

"Hey, Gavin!"

"Mr. Reed!"

Two voices called his name from the front. It was the Twins.

#rk900 x gavin #RK850 #bodyworship #may continue on wattpadd

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Demanitus/Varian Opal Theory Evidence

So I saw the really interesting theory by @kaycartoons that Demanitus was the original user of the opal and Varian can now use it and that made me want to point out all the interesting things I noticed regarding this theory.

The theory goes like this:

Rapunzel is the sundrop and will have the power to restore balance after the opals magic has spread and become unstable. The rocks are bringing her there to do just that. But while she can touch the opal and restore balance after the opal has become unstable and maybe even destroy the opal she cannot use the opals power as she is the sundrop not the moondrop.

Denanitus is described as an inventor engineer and adventurer but never magical in any way other than the line “Demanitus used magic and science” If he is not magic than it makes sense that Demanitus was in possession of a powerful magical object that being the opal but lets look further into this As stated Demanitus has been described as an inventor, engineer and adventurer but never a wizard or magical in any way. So far no characters other than Rapunzel have been shown to have magical abilities unless they have an object with magical properties like Mother and Father with the teapot or are already a magical being those being spirits like Zhan Tiri or Sugracha or even mermaids. But so far no human has been shown to have magical abilities other than Rapunzel. So that begs the question where Demanitus got the magic to do the things he did. Demanitus probably once used the opals magic to do the amazing things he did.

In Keeper of the spire the group retrieves the 3rd scroll piece and on it is a guy in a hood who is most likely Demanitus. But it also shows where the opal is being kept so he obviously has a connection to the opal. Some people say he just made the chamber but it heavily indicates he is connected to the opal.

Hell the first scroll piece shows the sundrop but the second scroll piece shows not the opal but where its hidden. Probably to keep the information from the characters since they are not supposed to know what lies ahead.

So the sundrop is obviously related to the moondrop. Both exist in a yin and yang situation to keep balance. 100′s of years ago the sun and moon drops fell and balance was in place its possible this was either a result of a comet considering the comet symbol or maybe to defeat Zhan Tiri. So if the moondrop has its own magical abilities maybe even magic that can defeat Zhan Tiri what is is Rapunzel’s role? The moondrop still exists outside of a “host” while the sundrop exists within Rapunzel. It doesn’t make sense that she would also be able to use the opals magic because she is the sundrop not the moondrop. So what would her role be? 19 years ago the sundrop was removed awakening a darkness. About a year before TBEA rocks formed in the sundrops place and in SOTSD the rocks found the sundrop, no longer react to her and are bringing her to the dark kingdom.

Rapunzel’s role is likely to “heal” if you will the opal. But Rapunzel no longer has healing abilities! What if I told you that wasn’t the original purpose of the sundrop. The sun and moondrops we’re created in a yin and yang situation to balance each other but what if the sundrop only existed to do just that and wasn’t actually created to heal the sick and injured but actually existed to “heal” the moondrop humans had just found the sundrop and used it for their own purpose. The sun and moon drops were likely well known legends in the lands but thought to be fairy tales they only searched for the sundrop when they grew desprate. The song was also part of the legend and gothel is just the one to try it out. If Demanitus was in possession of the opal its likely he knew about the flower as well and either knew about it but never tried to find it or just never could find it yet he knew a lot about it including the incantation for it and documented it the song was just believed to be a fairy tale nursery rhyme that Gothel had tried. When Rapunzel touched the rock it reestablished her connection to the moondrop and the sundrop magic within her resurfaced but she can no longer heal and her hair is indestructible. Its possible that the rocks resurfaced the sundrop within her but to its original purpose which is to bring balance between the sun and moondrops and “heal” the opal from its unstable state. The rocks were looking for the sundrop to bring her to the dark kingdom to do just that and now that they found her she can no longer control the rocks. She is the sundrop meant to bring balance and possibly “heal” the opal from its unstable state But she herself is not the moondrop and it doesn’t make sense that she would get the ability to use the opals powers along with the sundrop magic she already has.

And this is where Varian comes in:

Now does this mean Varian has magical powers of his own or is the moondrop like Rapunzel is the sundrop? No.

Its been speculated since QFAD that Varian is a descendant of Demanitus since they are both inventors and scientists and Demanitus was introduced in the same episode that Varian had a major role in and its quite the high possibility with Demanitus and Varians first appearance looking eerily similar.

So it is highly likely Varian is connected to Demanitus and if Demanitus is connected to the opal hi most likely used the opal. But that begs the question if Rapunzel is counterpart of the opal but doesn’t have the power of the moon, Demanitus likely used the moondrop but it still exists as a seprate object and no one can touch it then who would be able to use the opal? Thats right Varian while Rapunzel can “heal” the unstable opal fix the damage it caused and restore balance Varian is the one that can actually use it.

Evidence

Parallels between Varian and Rapunzel:

I’m not not going to go too much into this but Varian and Rapunzel are basically perfect opposites.

one has a bright color palette the other has a dark color palette

one has a high status one has a low status

one is beloved by most the other is an outcast

one is magic the other is science

one is an adult female the other is a young male

one gets a happy ending the other gets a sad ending

However at the very same time they both mirror each other in a lot of ways even in little ways.

Both have freckles and even buck teeth though Rapunzel’s is no where near as prominent as Varian

Both had a growing element in their life Rapunzels spirit/freedom and the rocks in Varians home

Both fathers tried to keep them from the growing elements in their life and ignore it but they underestimated the effect their children had on these things

These parallels and s are totally intentional confirmed by Chris

Varian & Quirin

Quirin knows about the dark kingdom and was a part of it. He also knows about the opal but the extent of his knowledge is unknown but he most likely doesn’t know everything. He is obviously keeping a secret from Varian and is weirdly specific that he doesn’t want Varian near the rocks but why would that be if the rocks didn’t involve Varian somehow. He also looks at the brotherhood symbol on the helmet then to the rocks then to the baby photo of Varian meaning he associates Varian and the rocks together for some reason. There’s also the “You’re not ready” line.

Varian & Rapunzel

Are both opposites and parallels. They need to make up and work together to save the day. However Varian will not be the hero of Rapunzels story just as Rapunzel won’t be the one to fix Varians problems or save the day in his story. Varian will free his father and do his part in helping to save the day.

Varian & Demanitus

Demanitus used magic & science. Where did the magic come from? He is related to the dark kingdom and the opal so probably the opal is the magic he used. After he did the many great things he did with it he established the dark kingdom as a way to protect the opal and chose a royal family to rule and trusted individuals to protect the opal while he continued to protect the land from evil until his death. But he has a VA? Well we will only probably get the story of Demanitus since he is most likely dead since no one has seen his all these years, he’s never done anything since a long time ago and the only known way to remain young is the sundrop which was hoarded by Gothel. Since his passing the opals magic became unstable and when the sundrop was removed the rocks searched for the sundrop eventually finding Rapunzel to bring her to the Dark Kingdom to restore balance and “heal” the opal. Given that Varian is a scientist like Demanitus capable of doing amazing things and since Demanitus was introduced in the same episode Varian had a major role plot wise he is very likely to be a descendent of Demanitus maybe even reincarnation. Varian will probably fill the role of the “new Demanitus” and either do what Demanitus once did or what Demanitus never could. It would also make sense that Demanitus tried to defeat Zhan Tiri with his own science and the opal but eventually he was never defeated for good. Then Varian is able to use science and the opal but also has the sundrop that being Rapunzel and together they can do what Demanitus couldn’t alone.

Varian & The Rocks

Despite the rocks searching for the sundrop that being Rapunzel what’s strange is just how much they took over Varians life and clustered around him despite him seeming to have no connection to them they almost seem attracted to him including when one grows right towards him when he’s told to stay away from them. In both dreams that include Varian he is accompanied by the rocks and even seem to react to him which is again odd if he had no connection to them. Despite being after Rapunzel it's strange how much Varian is surrounded by the rocks. Varian’s home even resembles the dark kingdom with a great number of huge rocks growing outside his home and rocks forming inside his home as well like they did inside the dark kingdom palace. Varian & The Opal If Demanitus used the opals magic but it is shown that no one has been able to touch the opal its likely Rapunzel will be able to touch the opal. While she could heal the unstable magic of the opal and restore balance between the sun and moondrops she is not the moondrop and can’t have the moondrop magic along with the sundrop magic. So Varian now shares the same connection to the opal that Demanitus did and is the one who can use its magic though not having magic powers like Rapunzel, it all comes from the opal he’s just the one who can use it due to his connection to it. You see that the opals magic is unstable and Varian has been reffered to as unstable by Rapunzel. Varian’s Design

Varian less resembles his family and yet strongly resembles the black rocks with the black and blue colorization. The blue streak probably is the physical trait that highlights his connection to the black rocks/opal. Freckles are a rare trait in Corona yet both Rapunzel and Varian have them and the gloves indicate there is more to him. Another little tidbit is that people have speculated that the blue streak is probably nothing when we haven’t really seen any characters that have something like that. Varian has blue eyes and wears a blue shirt yet the blue shirt more closely matches the color of his blue streak rather than his blue eyes. He wears black gloves and boots and a brown apron that matches the brown highlights in his hair. Whether or not his hair is magical in any way its almost like Varian dresses to match his hair which means he does notice the odd blue streak and tried to match it so it is actually something odd that the characters notice not just some meaningless highlight that the audience sees.

Conclusion

Demanitus used magic and science to do the things he did the magic being the opals magic. The sundrop exists to keep peace and balance across the land and protect the moondrop and keep its magic from becoming unstable. Because so far the only known way for anyone to live for 100’s of years was the sundrop and that was being hoarded by Gothel its likely Demanitus is now dead and we will only be told the story of Demanitus or maybe we will see him as a ghost who knows. Demanitus used the opal, has a connection to it that allows him to use its magic that now lies within Varian since the opal still exists as its own object but someone has to be able to use it and while Rapunzel can restore peace and balance and heal its unstable magic she is not the moondrop and can’t use its magic. Only Varian can use the opal since he now shares the same connection to the opal that Demanitus once did.

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↘︎ day 12 of fictober: witches, witch!au ♢ pairing: jung yoonoh & reader ♢ genre: smut ♢ word count: 3028 ♢ summary: you push and pull until a late night encounter finally places you into each other’s sights.

For a powerful witch, you feel weaker than you’ve ever felt whenever a certain boy stands too close to you. The girls in your family are from an established bloodline, built on the bones of what younger witches and warlocks could only wish to be, and yet Jung Jaehyun seems to tap a nerve that tears every part of the symbols of your family’s foundation to pieces. Strength, control, independence. All gone with the simplest trail of his eyes along your skin. Power seems to drain out of you because of him, but that could just be from all the verbal and physical tension between you both. You don’t know how to feel about it or him, given all of your emotions heighten whenever he’s around, good and bad.

The two of you have known each other for years through magical training, schooling and family dinners. The only time you got close to him romantically was in the form of a drunken kiss shared in a broom closet at one of Mark Lee’s house parties. You tried to forget the kiss that felt like a one-time thing. Nothing happened after that besides the usual friendly greetings and underlying physical gestures, but those instances sparked the same effects you feel to this day in his presence. Maybe Jaehyun gets such responses out of you because he’s also from a powerful magical clan, challenging your abilities and talents alongside your emotions in such a way that screams it’s fate. Maybe it was, the two of you pushing and pulling until you both eventually click into place. You refuse to believe it, though; Jaehyun’s too arrogant to deserve such validation.

That’s how you find yourself in a bar called the Hollow, the city’s known haven and getaway for fellow witches and warlocks. Doyoung and Sunni toss back rum and cokes and gossip about the latest scandal at work in the elixir shop, and you calmly listen and laugh when you’re supposed to. Normally, you would enjoy the moment and relax with your closest friends and let the worries of the day fade into nothing. You weren’t inept at having fun; you were a witch, and witches didn’t need to be told to enjoy themselves.

But Jaehyun is here, and he can’t keep his eyes off of you. And he knows you’re watching him, too.

You try to hide it, looking towards Doyoung as his hands wave wildly into the air at his anecdote, the boy’s dramatic flair one of the greatest things about him, but Jaehyun continues to keep his eyes glued to your back. He trails them down your purple slip dress to the revealing curve of your thighs and so on. It’s a ripple down your spine, like Jaehyun’s memorizing you for later.

Look at me again.

You hated this power you two shared the most. As legend has it, no matter how the bond is created, ties between two witches’ or warlocks’ thoughts can be made if both individuals want to speak to one another without actual verbal communication. It’s an advanced power, one not many can use or conjure up anymore. Only, you and Jaehyun learned such a power years ago from your private teachers and family members. Worse, you don’t exactly reject him or the bond because deep down, maybe a part of you wants him to be inside of your head, to connect with you this way. So, here he is, using his words to push you further into him.

Just once.

It’s like Doyoung and Sunni sense the shift in your demeanor, knowing you’re hooked as soon as you turn your body to face the booth across the room. Jaehyun sits next to Taeil and Yuta, eyeing you from over the rim of his brandy glass and paying little attention to what his friends are saying.

Happy now?

You quirk your eyebrows in his direction, but all he responds with is a smirk.

Not even close.

Your feet pull themselves off the ground and walk towards him, not caring what your mind does or doesn’t want to say on the matter. You think you hear Sunni yell “Go get him, tiger,” but you’re too far away to acknowledge it. Instead, you give the man that equally frustrates and excites you a cat-like grin in return.

You’re fucking impossible.

Taeil’s and Yuta’s faces twist into confusion at the laugh that leaves Jaehyun’s mouth, but once their mutual friend gets up to go and meet you halfway to the dance floor, they figure it out quickly.

When you finally stand in front of Jaehyun, you’re both breathless from spoken and unspoken words and the implications from every past look and “accidental” touch you’ve shared with each other. You don’t want to think of the soft curve of his bottom lip against your own. Imagine his hands on the places he’s only mapped out with his eyes. Envision the words he’d keep saved for you when no-one else is around in curses and whispers and grunts.

You don’t want to, but you do anyway.

Leave with me.

Jaehyun eyes widen with mirth, a smug smile widening on his face.

As the witch commands.

The sound of your back hitting the wall of Jaehyun’s hallway reminds you this is truly happening, not a teenage fantasy to scold yourself for later. His hands are everywhere, one underneath the back of your thigh and the other on the side of your neck, guiding you and pulling you into him. Your kisses are sloppy, the touches of your tongue and parts of your open mouths echoing in the small space alongside the blissful sounds that leave your mouths.

When you separate, Jaehyun’s eyes gleam. He tugs the hem of your dress until he pulls the piece over your head and throws it somewhere on the floor. He stops to admire you in just your bra and panties. Surprisingly, you don’t feel shy under his gaze. You’ve never been a bashful person or a coy witch, but you know intimacy does leave you vulnerable in a way you don’t experience often. But you want him to look at you this way, like the start of pleasure begins and ends with the lines of your body. You want to ask yourself why you didn’t let him or yourself have this before, to feel this yearning finally bleed into indulgence.

“Two years and three days.”

“What?” You ask before moaning when he takes one hand and dips it into your panties. Two of his fingers lewdly glide across your folds until he swirls them around your clit.

“It’s been two years and three days since the first time I kissed you,” he says, eyes already blown from lust, “And now, I don’t think I ever want to stop.”

“Then don’t. Don’t stop,” you gasp, bucking your hips into the movements of his hand. You use your own to unclip your bra and throw it in the same direction Jaehyun threw your dress, and he wastes no time taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks hard and without mercy, his fingers matching the pace and feel of his mouth, and you could fall apart from that alone. But you know you want him to fill you so deep and help you forget how long the want for him stayed dormant. Now, it’s bursting to life, and you can’t hold out any longer.

He senses it, Jaehyun releasing your nipple with a pop and wrapping your legs around his waist to guide you into his bedroom. Barely any light comes in through his blinds, the darkness of midnight heightening your awareness. You know, for all the myths, the witching hour is a reality in your world. Your powers, your senses, everything elevates at this split in time, both the start and end of two days, the meeting of two intersecting lines.

If Jaehyun didn’t toss you softly onto the bed, you would laugh, finding the symbolism of it ironic.

The jingle of Jaehyun’s belt buckle and ruffle of his shirt snaps you from the thought, and you whisper, “I want to see you.”

You already know he’s smirking. By the time he waves a hand to light the candles on his dresser and nightstand, he’s only in his black boxer briefs and his cock is visibly hard. You bite your lip as you stare. You crave the feel of it in your hand and on your mouth when Jaehyun takes off the briefs entirely, admiring its size with a long look. When you reach to remove your panties, Jaehyun stops you from doing so with the turn of his head. Your hands are frozen in place, and you huff exasperatedly.

You don’t play fair.

Jaehyun laughs, thrill gleaming in his eye. “Never said I did, but I think you like it.” You do, so much it makes you hate how right he is.

After he wraps your hands together in one of his own and raises them over your head, he tugs the fabric down your legs with his free one. You kick it away, glad to have the air hit your skin. Knowing your hands will stay in place until he breaks you from his spell, he trails his kisses down. He starts with your mouth, deeply and languidly, and ends the kiss with the pull of your bottom lip between his teeth. Then he presses his lips to your neck, the column of your throat, your breasts (which he playfully bites too), and right before your navel.

Before long, he licks a long stripe up your slit, the wetness pooling on his tongue and making you moan in earnest. You want to wrap your hands in his hair, give it a hard tug to urge him to go faster, to make you come, but the invisible binds on your wrists will not budge, no matter how much you will your own magic to release you. “Let me touch you,” you whine, lifting your hips to meet his lips.

“Let me touch you first. I want to savor this,” Jaehyun replies, kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth. He trails two fingers along the inside of your thigh before he sinks them inside you.

A broken moan escapes your lips, the sound jagged and cracked and you know you cannot will yourself to hold back anymore. You press as much of your lower body against him, his movements feeling so good on you, inside of you, that when he adds a third finger, you come with the well of tears in your eyes and his name leaving your mouth over and over.

He wipes the remnants of your arousal off his lips with the back of his hand, but when he goes to kiss you with his tongue licking the inside your mouth, you taste yourself. You moan as his skin connects to yours in various places; your mouth connected to his, his hands on your hips, your sensitive core rubbed up against his cock. He smiles down at you, caressing your sides with his palms, and you feel the forces against your hands ebb away. Instantly, you wrap your hands into the curls at the nape of his neck and kiss him deeply again. When you part, he says, “Turn around, baby. Hands and knees.”

You nod with a smirk, turning around and pressing your hands into the sheets of Jaehyun’s bed, your ass in the air for him to pinch and stroke with his fingers. He releases a curse at the sight before him, but not before you hear the tear of a condom wrapper. You grin, ready to feel him.

Mortals commonly recognized witches for their self-indulgence and hedonism, believing you all used your magic to your every whim rather than for the help of others. While it was more of the latter than the former on the regular day, this is how you seek pleasure all the other times. You search for it in the connection of two bodies, the elements bending to your wills and heightening the experience in a way regular humans would never understand. And you can’t wait to feel the curl of yours and his magic wrapping around each other, intertwining until you forget how deep his is claiming you and yours is unraveling him.

By the time he presses the tip inside of you, you both moan loudly into the candle-lit room. The clench of your pussy around Jaehyun makes him groan as he presses deeper, your walls tightening around his cock so perfectly. You press your head into the sheets, releasing a long cry as he buries himself inside of you to the hilt. It’s a decadent feeling, and you don’t know if it this is the same magic everyone else feels with their lovers, mortal or not. But you savor it as your nerves buzz to life. Jaehyun wraps a hand in your hair softly and raises your head from the bed, leaning his chest into your back to murmur into your ear, “I wanna hear you. All of you.”

You moan loudly when he thrusts, cry when he pulls out to the point you barely feel him there, and repeat the process when he angles himself deeper inside of you. “Yes, Jaehyun. Please,” you shout, loving the way his body and the essence of him enfolds you with each and every propel of his body and touch of his skin to yours.

His hips go in and out languidly, and you know you’re already building towards a second peak. You can practically feel your arousal dripping onto the sheets when his cock leaves your pussy, only for him to pull you back against his body to feel the warmth of you again.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, I could stay like this, buried inside of you. All. Fucking. Night,” Jaehyun growls. As a string of groans leave his mouth, he pivots his hips in and out of you. The blunt strength makes you whimper his name in ecstasy. After another few seconds, he slows down and reverts to the pace he started with. You gasp at the change in his tempo, knowing you’re so close to coming.

He says your name in earnest, his voice laced with pleasure. “I want you to ride me.” He rubs your back and kisses the curve of your spine. “Would you like to?”

“Fuck, yes,” you reply. With that, he pulls out of you and turns you over. You expect him to get into position on his back, but he pulls you into his lap, making you squeal.

He laughs and kisses your nose, then your lips with tenderness. “Like this, baby.”

When you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he grunts. He fills you up again, and you immediately grip his shoulders for support as you move your hips back and forth, then push your body up and down to take every piece of him that you can manage. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other is filthy, but so rewarding when he curses and grunts into your chest, doing his best to meet the clench of your pussy with his own thrusts. You whimper at the feeling, entirely different from him guiding you. You push against him, the knot in your core tightening at a rapid speed when Jaehyun presses his hand to your clit.

For as weak as you felt when you denied yourself of him and this, you feel powerful with Jaehyun’s body so close to yours, sensations blown to indescribable portions. What’s left of you follows the rhythm of the two of you chasing the end together. With his mouth attached to your breasts and turning your skin red and purple from his attention, strength and power could not be better than this: connection, desire, affection.

Come, baby. Come.

The three words flow into your mind and wrap around your skin until you do. You bounce on Jaehyun’s cock and ride out your high, feeling the blind spots of your vision pervade with color. With a broken cry, Jaehyun comes right after, spilling into the condom and rocking up into you until he stops moving altogether. You both feel the aftershocks of your orgasms, Jaehyun milking one more thrust before he slacks. With another press of your lips to his, you leave his lap and collapse onto the bed.

Running to the bathroom, Jaehyun discards the condom and grabs a wet rag. When he makes it back to you, he cleans you with soft touches and praises, a loving gaze in his eye that you wouldn’t have expected from him after the immodest words he spoke to you before. He throws the rag in his hamper and tucks the comforter over your bodies when he lays down next to you.

In the silence that pervades after you’re both finished catching your breath, Jaehyun whispers, “I like you. A lot.”

You blush, tucking your head into the curve of his neck. “I like you too.”

In the low light, the candles using the last of the wax, you realize you were never weak because of him. You might have been weak for him, but you let yourself believe wanting to be near him was a sign of weakness. And that was wrong. The only thing that could be wrong now was missing out on nights like these for so long.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, ever since that stupid house party. I just never admitted it to myself,” you admit, propping your chin on his shoulder to stare into his eyes.

They light up in muted glee, part of him too tired to express his complete excitement. “Ditto.” He kisses you lazily, the stroke of his lips against yours better than any magic you could create. “Sorry I didn’t ask you on a date first. Seems I couldn’t wait.” He grins sheepishly, to which you laugh.

“Likewise. But we can go out tomorrow. Right now, just lie with me?”

Jaehyun nods, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “As my witch commands.”

#nctwriters #jaehyun smut #yoonoh smut #nct smut #jung jaehyung #nct #jung yoonoh #(fictober 2018)#im actually proud of this what?#it was a bitch to edit though vdbhfg

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