#bc living the rest of your live believing that the person most important to you and whom you love most is happy without you is
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tbh i dunno why so many sj apologists are anti-yqy. because like????? he is your mascot. he was the originator. the head honcho of excusing sj's levels of unmitigated villainy. look into my eyes and tell me that qi ge wouldn't blush and kick his feet if he saw xiao jiu commit murder. actually we don't NEED to imagine bc jiumei did just that and yue qi just grabbed his hand and ran, no thoughts head empty. arson? child abuse?? yue qi doesn't care. whatever makes xiao jiu happy <3
#qijiu#shen jiu#og!shen qingqiu#yue qingyuan#inspired by pro-sj anti-yqy fics on ao3 where yqy is just...so OOC#stop bullying yqy agenda 2024#mtxt hates him enough he doesnt get a happy ending in pidw or svsss#bc living the rest of your live believing that the person most important to you and whom you love most is happy without you is#EXTREMELY tragic on its own but i think yqy could at least find satisfaction knowing his xiao jiu is happy#but he's not. it's an imposter and he'll never know#anyway yeah!!! sj might bite but yqy doesn't care because xiao jiu is xiao jiu.#svsss#mtxt
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Can you please write Older! Eddie x reader, where Eddie presents Reader with Wayne or his friends but they don't trust in reader, but then she proves them wrong, and they're like, she's good for Eddie or something like that? (Maybe Wayne will be more interesting to me personally bc he's Eddie's uncle, but I can completely see the Hellfire Club and Wayne all being like, we don't trust her!)
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I had most of this written in the beginning of the month but couldn't find the motivation to write the perfect ending. But! I just finished it and hopefully it's an ending that made the story worth it. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it 🫶🏻
Young girls and trust don't mix
Eddie was in his 40s and struggled to find anyone. He'd been single for years and never found out what falling in love was. He slept around and never had an empty bed, but there wasn't a spark or anything. He was a rockstar and his life was on the road. He prepared to never be tied down.
It was a shock to everyone when Eddie released to the world that he had a girlfriend, and more of a shock when they learned she was in her twenties. The headlines went crazy and girls were filled with envy. The most wanted bachelor was now off the roaster. And when Wayne heard the news, he was immediately concerned.
He wanted Eddie to find a nice girl and have a family. A young girl? Wayne didn't believe she was going to lead him into a marriage. She was too young for that and Wayne feared she was around for the fame and fun.
~~~
"Wayne, I don't want to talk about this again!" Eddie groaned, he sat on the small couch in his tour bus. Y/N's head rested on his lap as she skimmed through a magazine.
"Eddie, I'm just telling you! Dating a girl that young doesn't seem logical. Look into the future, like five years, do you think she'll still be around?"
"Yes," Eddie said without missing a beat.
"Edward, you met her after your show, right? She's a fan and you know how dangerous and manipulative a fangirl can be." Wayne warned. A conversation both men had over and over. Yet, none of it changed Eddie's mind.
"Night Wayne." Eddie sighed and hung up. He took a deep breath to calm his anger and chucked the phone across the bus.
"Still doesn't like me, huh?" Y/N said as she skimmed the magazine, but her eyes looked up to meet his.
She couldn't lie, it pained her that the most important person in Eddie's life didn't have positive thoughts about her. She understood Wayne's worries and she wished she found a way to prove him wrong. She knew she was young, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she'd walk down the aisle to Eddie. She wanted his hand in hers forever.
"I just don't get it! I've been with you for almost a year and he still fights me on it. He thinks you are a groupie since you go to all the shows with me."
"I know, babe," Y/N sighed, she sat up and cuddled into his lap. "but! He hasn't met me yet. Your last show is in Hawkins, then we'll have a few months for me to win him over. He might need to meet me to trust me. All he has is tabloids, of course, he's skeptical."
"But why isn't my word good enough?" Eddie groaned, his face in her neck as he breathed in her sweet scent.
"Because only idiots fall in love." She teased as she poked his side. "He just thinks you blinded, love."
"I'm going to make him love you. Just like I do." Eddie promised.
"Maybe not like you do is a good idea." She joked.
"Haha." Eddie faked a laugh as he nibbled at her neck. She giggled and squirmed.
Y/N vowed to make Wayne accept her.
~~~
After a few more days of sold-out shows and arguments over the phone with Wayne, Eddie's show in Hawkins arrived. Eddie was extra nervous about the show since Wayne would be there and Y/N was supposed to be meeting him. Eddie wasn't sure what he'd do if Wayne didn't change his mind about her. He didn't want to break up but he didn't want to live with the pit in his stomach of the two most important people in his life not getting along.
Y/N was focusing on Eddie's eyes as she applied the black eyeliner when Wayne was escorted into the dressing room.
"There the big rockstar!" Wayne joked, Y/N stepped back to allow Eddie to stand up and embrace the older man in a tight hug. She smiled at the moment as both refused to let go first. Y/N knew how important it was for Eddie to have Wayne here. To see him perform after years and years of not making it. Tonight was the first night Wayne would see Eddie as the rockstar he finally was.
Wayne pulled back with a smile, his eyes never looked to the right to see Y/N.
"I can't wait to see ya perform!" Wayne said the anxiety in Eddie's stomach tightened.
"This is the biggest crowd of the tour. I think I might barf." Eddie admitted. He was terrified. He hated coming back to Hawkins, to a town where he was nothing but scum. The rest of the world loved him, but what if home still didn't? What if he went out there and everyone hated him?
"Baby, you will do amazing," Y/N reassured him, her words caused their heads to turn. Both Wayne and Eddie looked at her with two different expressions. Eddie, who looked grateful and soft. Wayne, looked like he wished she didn't speak.
"Wayne, this is my girlfriend, Y/N." Eddie proudly said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled and held out her hand, Wayne stepped forward and shook it.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir." She said as their hands released each other.
"Right, so Eddie! Where will I be sitting?"
"Next to my girl," Eddie said with a big smile
~
Y/N walked silently with Wayne as they were escorted into the front row of the stadium. People screaming as she passed through. She waved and smiled, being as polite as she could. Wayne tried to not roll his eyes as she soaked in the fame. Another thing Wayne was always telling Eddie about.
"So we'll sit and he gets about half an hour to do his vocal exercises then he'll be out," Y/N said, sitting down in the small chair. She tried to ignore how awkward the air felt. She took a minute to look at the crowd, and it truly was the biggest crowd she'd ever seen.
She and Wayne sat in silence as they waited for Eddie to come on. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the clock struck 8, and Eddie still wasn't on the stage. She tried not to worry and figured the stage management was running behind.
She stood up when Eddie's manager came rushing towards her.
"Y/N? Eddie is asking for you." Eddie's manager said as he whispered into her ear, she nodded and turned to Wayne. "I'll be right back!" And raced after his manager. Wayne didn't think twice about standing up and following behind her.
~
Eddie was panicking. He made the mistake of looking at the crowd, and now he couldn't feel his legs. He sat on the floor, hurdled up, and ate at his fingernails.
"Eds?" He heard Y/N call from outside the door, and she softly knocked. She waited a second before she opened the door, her heart cracked seeing a nervous Eddie huddled on the floor.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she sat on the floor. Eddie didn't speak but moved to be in her arms. It was like their bodies communicated as Eddie began to relax.
"It's okay to be nervous, but trust me, they will love you. They are your fans and here to support you." She encouraged them as she rubbed his hand.
"What if I'm not good enough to be something good in this town," Eddie confessed. He was too ashamed to look up at her and to see Wayne.
"Nonsense. You were always something good. They never learned who you were, because if they did, they'd love you. They'd see how sweet, creative, and funny you are. But this is their chance to treat you the way you always deserved. Go show them what they missed out on."
Wayne watched as Eddie jumped up with a new confidence, the atmosphere of the room lifting as he threw his guitar over his shoulder. He felt ashamed of the way he acted, it was easy to tell Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to Eddie. In a shitty town that only gave him hell and a family that was filled with betrayal. He still managed to find someone to bring his spirits up.
Maybe she deserved more credit than Wayne thought.
~
Wayne watched as Eddie performed his life. And he couldn't help but embrace the energetic energy Y/N brought. She sang every song, knew every lyric, and danced perfectly to every beat. It was clear that she had every part of his songs memorized. He also noticed how much Eddie looked back to her, his eyes landed on her every few minutes. Then a small smile appeared before his eyes moved on.
There was something really special about the relationship Wayne was seeing, and he knew he accepted it right then and there.
~~~
After the show, Wayne apologized for his actions and words. But Y/N didn't hold it against him. She understood where he came from and was happy to have changed his mind.
Eddie was grateful Wayne gave her the chance because the sight of them getting along was the best thing Eddie got to experience.
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none of this is proofread but here's my ideal modern au for the goth fam. wall of text incoming, sky is blue, etc.
mihawk: World's Most Reluctant College Professor. history/archaeology. reluctantly employed because his place of residence (half-wrecked castle) is owned by the university and one of the terms for him to live there for free is to teach classes. initially hired as a publicity stunt that petered out. actual respected swordsman in the modern age but the reality is "swordsman" is... not very lucrative. really important to me that he is forcibly employed while having gigantic unemployed energy.
his ass is not showing up to a lecture hall unless under extreme duress (shanks showing up to his place unannounced again🙄). fully aware his papers are only taken as a credit filler (robin lectures the papers that are more practically applicable). almost exclusively "teaches" by emailing out reading lists and assignments. actively trying to get his students to drop his paper so he can do fuck-all for the rest of the year.
zoro: phys ed major. he's so serious about his main courses as well as mihawk's stupidly niche paper. probably the first person the "Dracule Mihawk Teaches Here!" publicity stunt has worked on in years. has trouble with the heavy focus of book-smarts this paper requires but powers through it best he can until mihawk sets some indecipherable tome as part of a reading list and zoro is like. okay. you leave me no choice.
he fully shows up on mihawk's doorstep at 9:44PM on a tuesday night brandishing this tome. mihawk answers the door because he is two bottles into his wine.
zoro, furious that this piece of shit tome has no audiobook alternative: this. YOU. explain. NOW.
mihawk: a student. at my doorstep. did shanks blab to you.
zoro: your address is publicly listed as a minor tourist attraction.
mihawk (<- didn't know that): hm. come in.
zoro is treated to a full drunk history session and the supermarket gift wine mihawk has been avoiding but accidentally opened. he wakes up the next morning and zoro is still there in one of the guest rooms. he's like what are you doing here and zoro is like. i don't have a whole day to waste getting back to my dorm i need to do your assignment.
mihawk, fully aware the dorms should only be a max twenty minute walk away: interesting. get out.
safe to say, zoro thinks visiting mihawk's home is easier than emailing him. which is true in some ways since mihawk takes small joys in putting unread emails straight into trash.
perona: fashion major OBVIOUSLY. really interested finding vintage/archival sewing patterns/designs and modernising them. LOVES using essays as outlets for her rants. blase on everything else in life but takes her course so seriously. HATES zoro ever since he almost made her fail an assignment because he had checked out a book she needed and held it for fucking aaages.
similarly zoro hates perona bc she almost made him fail an assignment by hogging the only lightbox on this side of the campus that makes it possible to read some of the archival material mihawk puts on his impossible reading lists.
zoro gets lost in mihawk's castle and meets perona in-person for the first time outside of a name on a booking sheet and they have a huge stupid argument. zoro storms off and accidentally finds mihawk again this way and he's doubly mad because he can't believe mihawk has been chasing him away all this time while letting another student just live in the east wing.
mihawk (<- didn't know that): there's a what.
turns out perona just said "umm dorm fees? rent? in this economy? there's a wrecked castle 20mins away from campus it's free real estate". and she's right. she also finds out mihawk has staff access to archival materials not readily open to students and she immediately whips out a wishlist.
anyways i imagine perona graduates and becomes a fashion designer. zoro decides booksmarts is not for him and drops out to focus fully on a professional athlete career or make his way as a stuntman. models for perona on occasion. mihawk fully quits his job after those two leave bc they were the only ones in years that made it interesting. retires but robin recommends him as a consultant to the museum society and he does some work there. ALWAYS calls zoro or perona if he's restoring smthng cool he thinks they would love.
jfc are you still here. i kiss you on the lips
#mihawk wld slay as a retired-not-retired professor#and by slay i mean you are killing the students good gd.#but like tbh what else wld you transfer the warlord of the sea vibe to ..... his apathy/antagonism to the world govt#what better parallel than forced tenure and HORRIBLE university admin.... college bureaucracy .... [shudders]#btw i know nothing abt history papers or how unis work#this is all made up for maximum antics.#✨#goth fam
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she, by proxy | myg, kth
(or, the one where yoongi gets what yoongi wants, even when what he wants is taehyung. especially when it's taehyung.)
✤ pairing: yoongi x reader; taehyung x reader; yoongi x taehyung
✤ genre: est. relationship (yoongi x reader), pwp
✤ rating: explicit; minors dni
✤ warnings: a lot of swearing, drinking but no one's drunk, a friend group in which everyone is queer and has fucked at least once probably, taehyung is a messy hoe but yoongi's an entire disaster, pining, open relationships, polyamory that is discussed briefly, i have been told there are some feelings involved. the most important: there is gay stuff in here!!! i repeat, some of this is VERY GAY! please do not read if that isn't your thing!
✤ smut warnings: girls making out, a threesome, dudes kissing, oral sex (m. receiving), anal fingering, vaginal fingering, taegi get pegged, dirty talk, dudes touching themselves a lot, come as lube (but there's also real lube dw), come eating, voyeurism, a lil slapping (thighs/clit), the dom/sub dynamics shift throughout the fic but mainly dom!reader, very mild degradation, a lil begging, taehyung cries, fingers always seem to wind up in mouths, hair pulling, frottage, yoongi accidentally gets edged, praise, protected sex, dp (fingers & piv at the same time). i think that's it :') but let me know if i forgot anything.
✤ word count: 8.3k
✤ credits: thank you to @effortandmore / @the-boy-meets-evil / & @here2bbtstrash for beta'ing this for me. my personal porny fairy godparents. i appreciate you all a whole lot.
✤ author's note: can you believe my degenerate brain dreamed this up and then i wrote all of it in two days in a delirious haze, opened the doc this morning to make final edits, and added almost 2k more. idk who i am anymore. if i missed anything it's bc i finished & edited this during jk's live and i was distracted, to say the least. anyway this is embarrassing i feel like a prude so i'm gonna go hide. pls come scream in my inbox with me unless it's to yell tired shit at me abt writing mxm/pegging/whatever else i warned you this is gay.
You hadn’t been surprised the first time, and you’re not surprised now, countless times later.
A girl slides into Taehyung’s lap—long hair, bubblegum pink, almost certainly a wig—and his hands immediately go to the small of her back. Large, nearly swallow her up, and they move to rest possessively at her hips, his grip tight as he pulls her closer. Her top is cropped latex and leaves very little to the imagination, which isn’t an issue for you or Yoongi because she’s not what Yoongi’s looking at. His eyes are locked on Taehyung’s hands; locked on the way the tendons flex as he manhandles the faceless girl in his lap, hikes her over one thick thigh.
Ten more seconds of this and all of you will be looking for a new club.
The air is hazy and thick, the floor sticky with god knows what, and Yoongi reaches for you beneath the table. His own large hand finds your smaller one, those knobby knuckles almost uncomfortable when he twines your fingers together. He’s still staring at Taehyung, and you want to do something, say something, it’ll be someone else soon, stop watching, you’re only gonna hurt yourself, but you know him, and you know when he gets like this it’s best to just let him ride it out. Suffer a little.
(Right now, it doesn’t seem like it’ll be tortured as last time, at least—when all of you had gone someplace else, some seedy spot in an Itaewon basement, and Taehyung had some girl pressed against the wall outside the bathrooms, fingers buried deep in her cunt as she shook and came. And Hobi, smarter and sharper than any of you but still so fucking stupid, had just—
“Fuck, man, they’re gonna need a mop and bucket for that. I mean, shit, it was so much? The sound when it hit the floor—”
Jeongguk had pulled a face. Half doe-eyes, half mortified terror. “When what hit the floor, hyung?”
“Her fucking squirt, Jeonggukie, what the fuck do you think—”
And Namjoon, just as wide-eyed and terrified as Jeongguk but for an entirely different reason, had laughed awkwardly and said, “Haaa, maybe we should talk about something else?” as he looked between Hoseok and Yoongi.
That night had been shit-tier, nearly unsalvageable, so at least it doesn’t seem like Taehyung’s in that kind of mood. At least the girl in his lap still has her clothes on. At least his hands are someplace you can see them. At least Yoongi’s still beside you.)
So you bide your time. Take stock of who’s still here and where they are, because the girl in Taehyung’s lap has her lips on his neck and things might go south faster than you’d originally anticipated. Hoseok and Jimin are on the dance floor, hips doing something sinful and too much; Namjoon’s at the bar, jaw clenched as the bartender passes him over for the fourth time in a row; Soyeon and Hyungseo are in the other side of your booth, tongues sloppy as they kiss just because they feel like it; Jeongguk, shoved in the corner on Yoongi’s other side, is slack-jawed as he stares at them, and Jeongguk is a fucking pervert so you know he’s hard.
“Put your dick back in your pants, Jeonggukie,” you say, loud enough for him to hear you over the music. The bass is heavy as it drops, feels like it’s thrumming through your veins, and Jeongguk startles. Bangs his knee on the underside of the table in his panic, and Soyeon and Hyungseo don’t bother breaking apart to look. “You want another drink?” you ask Yoongi, squeezing his hand a little tighter.
He shakes his head, finally drags his attention away from Taehyung. There’s someone new in his lap: chin-length silver hair, thin legs that go on for miles, tan skin covered in boldly-colored tattoos, could be anyone. Yoongi isn’t looking anymore, but you are, so you catch it when Taehyung looks up. Looks right at Yoongi, wants to see if he’s watching, but instead he just finds you. “Gonna go smoke,” Yoongi answers, and you slide out of the booth to let him leave.
“Is hyung okay?” Jeongguk asks when the two of you are pressed back together. He sips leisurely at his drink, trying to make it last until Namjoon makes it back from the bar with another one. Something baby blue and shockingly green, a little umbrella on top. Two cherries. “He seems sad. Hey, watch this.” Jeongguk pops one into his mouth and presents the knotted stem to you seconds later.
This is the part you never know how to explain: that Yoongi loves you but sometimes he wants someone else. Not instead, but too. That you love Yoongi and want him to have whatever he wants, and that jealousy is foreign to you. That you and Yoongi love each other but do things a little unorthodox, which is not out of the ordinary for a friend group as ran-through and commingled as yours, but still takes patience and care to explain.
So you just ruffle Jeongguk’s hair, laugh at his squawking protests, and wrangle him so you can press a kiss to the top of his head. “Don’t worry this pretty little head about your hyungs, okay?”
Jeongguk surfaces with a glare, surface-level because you’ve embarrassed him in front of two hot girls that are still making out, and hides his flushed cheeks behind his drink. “Is it about Taehyungie-hyung?”
“What’d I just tell you?”
He pouts, but you’re saved from another interrogation by Namjoon’s unceremonious return to the table. He’s so flustered by his one-sided feud with the bartender that he slams the blue-green drink down a little too hard, spills half of it in Jeongguk’s lap. “Move over,” he says to you, and you cock an eyebrow in return. “Please,” he amends, like that’s what you’d been looking for, but when you still don’t move he gets a little whiny and panicked. “They’re relentless,” he says, pointing his thumb at Soyeon and Hyungseo like you can’t see them. “Don’t make me—”
“What about me!” Jeongguk wails, pressing his hands pathetically to his groin like he’s trying to stem bleeding, at the same time you roll your eyes and fire a, “Says Mr. Eight-gigabyte Porn Folder,” at Namjoon.
You receive another glare, this time from Namjoon, and he doesn’t hesitate to steal Jeongguk’s spot against the wall when he goes to the bathroom to deal with his soaked pants, only to start swearing when he realizes the seat is wet, too. “Jesus fuck—”
“That’s what you get.”
“Fuck off,” Namjoon fires back. “Where’s Yoongi-hyung?”
“Outside smoking.”
“Smok—why is he smoking?” At your silence, he jerks his head up, intent on getting an answer out of you. Instead, his question dies on his tongue as he follows your line of sight. Another new person in Taehyung’s lap, sucking Taehyung’s fingers into their mouth. “Ah, yeah. That fucking guy.”
You can’t help but laugh. “Be nice, Namjoonie. You know Taehyung would hook up with a microwave if it gave him attention.”
“What number is that, then? Hasn’t he gotten enough attention?”
“Third I’ve seen. The first one was cute. I thought for sure he was gonna leave with her.”
Namjoon huffs, shakes his head. Takes a long pull of his beer. “He’s not gonna leave with anyone. He just does this to piss off hyung.” Then, like he’s coming to a realization, he turns to look at you with a quizzical look. “Wait, where’d Seokjin-hyung go?”
You stare back in disbelief. “How long were you at the fucking bar? He left hours ago.”
“Did he?” Then, quieter and to himself, “How long was I at the fucking bar?”
Whatever game Taehyung is playing, Yoongi is woefully inept at playing along.
Doesn’t know when it’s his move or when it’s time to sit and watch. Doesn’t know the rules. Doesn’t really listen when you try to explain it to him; probably doesn't want to hear it. Yoongi seems to think he’s at his best when he’s a little sad, a little miserable and yearning. At its core, that’s what the game is, and as much as he keeps touching the thorns to see if he’ll bleed, you know he still enjoys it.
(Know he gets off on it, too.)
Yoongi reaches for you. Steadies himself with his hand on your shoulder, pupils wide as saucers—dark dark dark in the corner of this grimy club—eventually breaking into a smile when you grab his sweat-slick hands and guide them to your waist. Your bodies move together like waves, pushing apart only for Yoongi to continuously pull you in closer, dazed from the feeling of you pressed against him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, words impossible to hear over the music, “look at you. So fucking pretty.”
He threads a knee between your legs, the sound of his groan drowned out as you roll your hips against him. Maybe Yoongi doesn’t know the rules to this game, but you do, and you make sure Taehyung’s watching when you drag your core against Yoongi’s thigh. He groans again, and his hands grip your hips tighter, moving you back and forth on him the way he does when you ride him.
You watch as he drags his eyes upward, see the exact moment he spots Taehyung across the club. His profile is lit up by the strobe lights, filling in the contours of his bone structure with greens and blues. He’s with Jimin and Hoseok now, dancing with the girl from earlier with the pink hair, her back pressed to his chest. He leans down and whispers recycled filth into her ear that she seems to buy. You watch as Yoongi closes his eyes tight; watch him pretend it’s Taehyung dancing with him; it’s Taehyung’s hips he’s gripping onto; it’s Taehyung who’s moaning and desperate for him in this moment.
You watch as his eyes snap open again.
You watch as he realizes he’s in this daydream alone.
And you wonder, briefly, if this should bother you. If this is fucked up, that Yoongi’s hard against you because he’s thinking about someone else, and you find that you don’t care. What you and Yoongi have doesn’t need to make sense to anyone except the two of you.
“Wanna go home,” Yoongi slurs into your ear, fucked up from the feel of you, the thought of Taehyung.
You smirk, tangle your hands in his hair and tug a little just to fuck him up even more. “Yeah? What d’you wanna go home for? It’s still pretty early.”
“Wanna fuck you,” he whines. Tries to hold you in place to grind harder against you and whines again when you move just out of reach. “Baby.”
“You know the rule.” There’s a drop of sweat that rolls down the side of Yoongi’s neck that you chase with your tongue. “Tell me what you actually want and we can leave.”
The breath he sucks in is harsh, fractured, like your question is a special kind of torture. You know it is. Unlike with Taehyung, this is a game both you and Yoongi know the rules to. Unlike with Taehyung, this is the game Yoongi plays to win. The song changes again, this time to something filthy and slow, and Yoongi fits himself to your back, moves until both of you are facing Taehyung. “Want you both,” he says into your ear. Nips at the lobe. “Want to watch you fuck him the way you fuck me.”
“Don’t wanna fuck him yourself?”
You feel him shake his head. “Not this time.”
“What are you doing, then? In this fantasy of yours?”
Yoongi presses closer, the outline of his hard cock pressing into the small of your back now. “Watching, at first. Wanna see you ruin him.” His hands skim along your skin, dip beneath the hemline of your shirt, dance across your stomach. “Wanna watch you make him fucking cry.”
“Are you telling me how?”
Yoongi’s laugh is low, a little caustic. “I won’t need to. He’s so fuckin’ easy.”
“And yet you want him this bad,” you taunt. “Someone easy like that—doesn’t seem to be your type.”
He bites along your neck. “Watch yourself.”
“I’m not the one all fucked up over Kim Taehyung.” You make eye contact with the man in question. Watch as the look on his face fades into a smirk, syrupy and slow. Sleezy, you think. He probably is as easy as Yoongi says. “I should tell him how fucking hard you are. Should tell him you’re gonna take me home and fuck me and come thinking about him. That’s pretty fuckin’ dirty, Yoongi.”
It’s nothing you haven’t said before. Sometimes you press even harder, humiliate him a little when he seems to be in the mood for it, but this time he goes stock-still. Silence stretches between the two of you, the only people standing still on this dancefloor, and you’re halfway turned around to see if Yoongi wants to fuck or cry when he says, “Do it, then.”
You laugh. All part of the game. But then Yoongi grabs your hand, moves it to his cock, straining against his skin-tight jeans, some kind of message that’s gotten fucked up in translation. “Yoongi—”
“Tell him,” he says, expression shuttered and serious.
“You wanna think about this for more than ten seconds? You haven’t talked to him since the last time you guys hooked up and you want me to go tell him you… what? That you want to have some weird cuck threesome with him?”
That’s exactly what you told him.
(Because you know Yoongi, and you also know Taehyung. Your dig at him to Namjoon was very much based in truth, and with how fucked up the dynamics of your friend group are, it hadn’t taken much more than sending Yoongi out into the cold to order a taxi, swaying your hips a little, re-glossing your lips, and disposing of the girl with the bubblegum pink hair. No one had batted an eye.
“I’m going home to fuck my boyfriend,” you said, leaning into Taehyung’s space. He was draped on the couch again, legs spread in a way that was frankly obscene. “Would you like to join us?”
“That depends, angel. How do you fuck him?” he asked, spreading his legs wider.
You stepped closer. Cupped his cheek, dug your nails into his skin a little, and said, “Better than you ever did,” all condescension.
Taehyung had just laughed. Pressed his tongue into the fat of his cheek. “I guess we’ll see about that.”)
And now you’re here, Taehyung sprawled on the bed beneath you. You can see why a sight like this would have Yoongi fucked up as long as he has been: Taehyung’s golden skin contrasting against the crisp white of the sheets, dark hair fanning against the pillows, curls falling into his eyes, chest heaving. Each time he throws his head back you’re torn between sinking your teeth into the column of his throat and wrapping your hands around it. It’s easy to ruin him when he looks like this; easy to give Yoongi what he wants.
“What should I do with you?” you think out loud, and Taehyung’s responding whimper draws a laugh out of you. “Yoongi wants to watch me fuck you,” you continue, hands teasing toward the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. You pinch, slap away the sting. “Would you like that?”
Taehyung’s cock—long and thick, still glistening with spit from when you sucked him off—twitches at the thought. “Y-yeah, fuck, want that,” he answers, hands moving to fist the sheets. He’s been so good. Has done exactly as you said. “Wan’ you to fuck me.”
“Should I fuck you the way you used to fuck your hyung?” Both Taehyung and Yoongi moan at the same time, and it’s so stupid, you think, this game they’ve been playing. Cat and mouse, as if the conclusion hasn’t been inevitable this whole time. “Use your words, Taehyung.”
“Yeah,” he says again, Adam’s apple bobbing heavily in his throat. “Y-yeah, like that.”
You hum, reach behind you for the bottle of lube. Yoongi mutters a quiet shit from the other side of the room and you glance over. Mouth hung open, lips wet; jeans pushed halfway down his thighs, the outline of his cock visible through his briefs, hand squeezing at the base. Cheating a little, but still not touching himself the way you know he wants to. He’ll be the first to cry, at this rate.
Eyes back on Taehyung. You wonder if he’d normally preen, put on a show. You wonder if he did that with Yoongi, some whole thing. “He’s told me about it, you know,” you say, clicking the lube open. Sounds more like a gunshot in the small space of your bedroom, where the only other sounds are labored breathing and the city outside. “Told me all about how you used to split him open with that big cock.” You tip the bottle sideways, let the lube dribble out and over Taehyung’s balls. He hisses at the cold, mutters a swear. “Told me he’d struggle to take it sometimes.”
“You two are—fuck.” Whatever Taehyung was going to say is cut off as your finger follows the lube, trails down to his hole. You circle it there, make sure it’s wet, press a little just to watch his hips jerk. “You two are fu-fucking weird.”
“Mm, maybe,” you concede, “but you should see how hard he comes when he’s thinking about you.”
You gather more lube on your finger, then, and press it inside. Just to the first knuckle, just enough to make Taehyung whine. “I guess you already know that, though,” you continue. Pour a little more lube on Taehyung’s skin. Pull your finger out enough to slicken it, push it back in a little further. “Was it good for you?”
His moan is broken and low, deep and heady. A sound that makes the world feel like it’s tilting; a sound that makes you want to chase it. “Yeah,” Taehyung answers, and it could be a response or a declaration when it’s followed by, “so fucking good.”
“Yoongi is good, isn’t he? He listens so well.” With your free hand, you grab Taehyung’s face roughly, turn his head in the direction of where Yoongi’s sitting. “Look at him,” you instruct. He already looks fucked-out. Cheeks flushed, breathing hard, knuckles white where he’s gripping onto the arm of the chair. “Look at how good he’s being, not even touching himself.”
And Taehyung… Taehyung almost looks ashamed. Won’t meet Yoongi’s gaze, now that they’re so close, now that it’s real, and this won’t do, will it, so you dig your nails in a little harder, drag them down his cheek, tell him again to look at his hyung. Then—
For the first time all night, their eyes meet at the same time.
Yoongi’s whimper is loud. The loudest you’ve ever heard him outside of actual sex. You work in a second finger alongside the first, build up a steady rhythm, and Taehyung isn’t faring much better. Little by little he opens up for you and you’re thankful for the way he sucks you in, adjusts. It’s getting harder to ignore the heat between your own legs, watching two beautiful men fall apart in vastly different ways, even though you want to drag this out, want to make Taehyung cry and give Yoongi exactly what he wanted.
And, god, Taehyung is so fucking pretty.
You tell him as much, and his smile is greasy, looks even more lewd when you crook your fingers and his eyes roll back. He’s still tight around you when he asks for a third so you shake your head, tell him no, tell him he’s greedy, and you think people must not make him beg much, the way he’s pouting. Taehyung has a face that gets him whatever he wants and a cock to match, and you’d understood it before, why Yoongi couldn’t really let it go, but it’s different when it’s right in front of you, making a mess of your sheets.
“I must be going soft on you,” you tell him, working in another finger the next time he asks. “Yoongi wanted me to make you cry and here I am, giving you whatever you want. Maybe I should let him decide what you get.”
Taehyung shoots a hand out, grabs at your forearm. “Don’t,” he says, voice hoarse, bordering on pleading. “Please. He’s still mad at me, won’ give me anything.”
A huff of breath escapes you. “He doesn’t look very mad to me. Looks like he could probably come on command if you told him to.” It’s not an exaggeration, not really; Yoongi is gone, looks like a stiff wind could have him spilling all over himself. “But maybe that’s what you deserve.”
You nail Taehyung’s prostate the next time you crook your fingers and he sobs. You do it again, then a third time. Precome oozes out of his cock, deepens the pool on his belly. You keep it up until tears pool on his waterline, until he’s reaching for you again, begging you to stop, words cracking as he tells you desperately that he’s going to come. “Angel, fuck, please, I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not,” you tell him, all authority. “You’re not going to come, are you, because I haven’t told you to. Yoongi hasn’t told you to.”
The first frustrated tear streaks down Taehyung’s cheek. “Oh my fucking god,” he chokes out, forcing his hips flat to the bed, tries to force you to stop moving. But your rhythm is steady, confident, three fingers working with the space he’s left you, and it isn’t until you watch his balls tighten that they slow. Taehyung’s sweat-slick, looks even more golden under the amber lamplight, and it’s dizzying, the way the color shifts as his chest heaves with his ragged breaths.
There’s only enough time for you to slip your fingers out, grab the lube, slick up the strap-on that’s fastened around your hips, before you’re pressing the head against Taehyung’s hole, still dripping wet. “It’s so big,” you muse, grinning wickedly at the man beneath you, “I don’t know if it’s going to fit. What do you think, Yoongi? Is this how you used to feel?”
When you look over this time, Yoongi has his cock out, briefs tucked beneath his balls, stroking fast. Clicking your tongue, he looks up through half-lidded eyes, hand stilling immediately. His nod is almost imperceptible, too disoriented to answer, and you’ll give him this one. Won’t push it. What you will push, though—
“Shit.”
You’re not sure if it comes from Yoongi or Taehyung. It might’ve even come from you, because you’re transfixed, can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of your stupid flesh-colored dildo disappearing into Taehyung’s body. Fucking greedy, you think, mostly at yourself, because if this sight is good you can only imagine what you’d see if you were watching his face. Brows furrowed, mouth pinched. A look not far off from that night in the club, the determination on his face as he fucked that girl with his fingers, uncaring who heard or saw.
But this is your show. Yoongi’s fantasy. Whatever girls—people—Taehyung has fucked in seedy clubs across Seoul are of little importance here. All that matters is the steady push of your hips, the slow roll once you’re fully buried, the pleasure that jolts through you when you’re able to grind a little against the toy, the way Taehyung thrashes against the sheets, incoherent as he babbles, stuck between more and too much.
“Okay?” you ask, hands skimming along his warm skin. Goosebumps trail in their wake, and you settle them on his thighs. Press them up and to the side as he nods, giving yourself more space, and Taehyung’s moan is loud, unabashed. His cock lies neglected against his stomach, begging you to reach out and grab it, stroke him, make him come too fast so you have another bruise to press on, some way to embarrass him.
But this is your show, Yoongi’s fantasy, and you don’t have to look because you can hear how close your boyfriend is to getting himself off. Can hear the way his breath hitches, can hear when his rhythm changes. Quicker, now. More insistent. If Taehyung looked over at him, it’d be all over, and you almost tell him to do that, too.
“Stop touching yourself,” you say to Yoongi. A second time when he disregards the first, too far gone, too close. “Yoongi.” He whines but he listens, shoves his fingers in his mouth to stem the urge, and Taehyung watches it all.
You’re still thrusting, thighs burning, sticky where they meet Taehyung’s, and it won’t be your lengthiest performance, that’s for sure. So you call Yoongi’s name again, beckon him over, and he hesitates, looks so unsure. But it’s so stupid, the way he and Taehyung dance around one another—and you know, you know Taehyung wouldn’t be shaking like this if it were just you, if Yoongi wasn’t in his head, wasn’t watching—so you’re insistent. “Come here,” you tell him, and you make sure your voice is spun sugar when you say it.
Yoongi listens. Stumbles over on unsteady legs, knees nearly buckling when he gets close enough to also watch the way the strap-on fucks into Taehyung’s hole, the way it stretches obscenely to accommodate it. “Baby.” He threads his hands into your hair and kisses you hard and messy. Taehyung moans beneath you so you know he’s watching, and you will your body to move faster, fuck him harder.
When Yoongi pulls back, it’s obvious. The longing in his eyes. “Tell him,” you say, and he looks caught-out, would almost look angry if he were capable of it. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? So tell him.”
“I—” He looks down at Taehyung again, meets his gaze again, and he must see something there you can’t, because all the hesitation is gone when he says, “I want to kiss you.”
And you know what it means.
Because that had been the rule between the two of them. No staying the night, no kissing. You know what it means for Yoongi to ask for that, what it’d mean if Taehyung allowed it, and it nearly cracks your heart in half that it’s the only thing he’s willing to ask for when his wants are endless when it comes to Taehyung.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung moans. “Fuck, hyung, yeah—yeah, c’mere, kiss me, please, fuck.”
Yoongi looks like he’s been punched in the gut. Looks overwhelmed, given this kind of permission, so he goes about it all wrong. Starts to kneel at the side of the bed before you tsk and grab him by his own hair. “Do it right,” you instruct.
He moans. Aborts whatever he was about to do and climbs over Taehyung on the bed, straddles him, fitting in between both of you perfectly, close enough for his cock to slot against Taehyung’s. They both moan, and their game had been so fucking stupid it sends a lick of anger through you. Yoongi ruts his hips once, twice, and then he’s leaning down and cupping Taehyung’s face and pressing his lips—still wet from you, still wearing your spit—to Taehyung’s.
And Taehyung comes immediately, nearly untouched. Spills all over himself with a loud, broken sob.
“Holy shit,” you say, hips slowing until they’re still. “Holy shit, that was fucking hot, what the fuck.”
Taehyung trembles in the comedown and Yoongi presses in closer, kisses him through it. Can’t seem to stop now that he’s allowed. He’s still rutting, has Taehyung teetering on oversensitivity, so you grab Yoongi’s hips to slow him. “Careful, baby,” you say softly into his ear. Press a kiss to the nape of his neck. Give him a minute to back away from the ledge again and get himself under control, let Taehyung catch his breath. “Are you okay, Taehyung?” you ask, hands once again touching any of his skin you can find. You knead at the muscles in his calves.
There’s some garbled response. Something you think is supposed to sound like an affirmation. “Words, please.”
“Y-yeah,” comes his response.
“Okay. I’m gonna go grab something to clean you up, all right?” You press another kiss to Yoongi’s shoulder, turn your attention to him. “Then we’ll finally give you what you want, yeah? Finally let you come.” A shiver runs up his spine and he nods weakly. “Can you prep yourself while I’m gone?” Another shaky nod. “Good boy. Gonna pull out now, Tae.”
You do so slowly. Taehyung hisses, sucks in a breath through his teeth. Hisses again when you replace the toy with your thumb, try to ease the discomfort of being so suddenly empty. With another kiss pressed to Yoongi’s shoulder, you mumble an I love you into his hair, and then you’re gone.
There’s always been something about the way Yoongi touches himself.
Like the goal is more than simply getting off. Like there’s reverence in it, something beyond purpose. Yoongi touches himself the way other people drop to their knees at church and pray.
Sometimes it’s long and drawn out. Sometimes his hands skirt over every inch of his own skin before he finally brings them to his cock. Sometimes he rests on his haunches in the middle of the bed and angles himself toward the mirror and watches, his cheeks aflame the entire time because he’s embarrassed to see himself like that, three of his own fingers fucking himself, but the embarrassment almost feels just as good. Sometimes he has you beneath him, raining down praise as his fist works the length of his cock.
Sometimes he does it entirely wrong, like now.
Two pale, lube-slick fingers work in and out of his hole. His own, then, and not Taehyung’s. Just like you’d asked. You’re a little surprised, thought maybe Yoongi might panic and retreat with you gone, but they’re both where you’d left them. Taehyung’s talking all the while, saying god knows what in that deep timbre, and it’s straight up pornographic the way his large hands rest on the cheeks of Yoongi’s ass, pull them apart.
The damp cloth in your hand feels useless. Is useless, you think, because Yoongi had told you something, once, deep in the throes of another cerebral fantasy—
“I can’t believe I have to keep telling you this,” you say, and everything immediately goes still at the sound of your voice, “but do it right, Yoongi.”
Taehyung lifts his head, stares at you skeptically. Probably mirroring the look on Yoongi’s face that you aren’t privy to with his back to you. “We’ve talked about this,” you continue, stalking closer. All eyes on you as you drop the cloth to the floor. “Are you clean?” you ask Taehyung, and he nods, expression still dubious.
And then you’re reaching between both of them, swiping your fingers through the mess of cum on Taehyung’s stomach, and he understands immediately. “Are you gon—fuuuck. Fucking christ.” The first swipe goes to Yoongi’s mouth, and there’s no hesitation as he sucks your fingers clean. Your free hand finds Yoongi’s, the one he’s working himself open with, and pulls it away. Replaces it with your own, your two longest fingers covered in the second swipe of Taehyung’s cum, and you fuck them in and out faster than Yoongi had been.
“Filthy,” Taehyung chokes out, clearly overwhelmed; another groan when Yoongi starts sucking at his neck, biting, claiming.
It’s primal, the way Taehyung reacts, the way Yoongi embeds himself under his skin, tries desperately to make a home there. Something permanent this time; or, at least, a home that won’t burn down like the last one. Won’t be reduced to a smoking heap of bitter ash. And you wonder, as you watch the way these two beautiful men fit together, if Taehyung will be holding the match or the key this time.
You press slow, open-mouthed kisses along the knots in Yoongi’s spine. Drizzle more lube on your fingers, work him open more. Whisper I know, baby, I know when he gets impatient and a little too demanding. Swap the condom on the strap-on and slick it up, just like last time, and then you’re pressing into Yoongi instead of Taehyung, the way you’ve done so many times before.
Everything is familiar and different: the drag, the pull, the noises spilling out of Yoongi’s mouth. Those staccato whines varied in pitch, sometimes drawn out and sometimes punched and short. This is what you know. This is your home, and you think, as Taehyung looks at Yoongi, so fucking endeared, as he gently cups his face, as he says—
“Hyung, you look so pretty. You’re doing so well, hyung, fuck, I didn’t think I’d ever see you like this again.”
—you think your house might look nice with an addition. An extra space carved out only for Taehyung. A room where Yoongi can exist in endless adoration.
“Make yourself useful, Kim Taehyung.”
Because Taehyung listens. Because Taehyung is good in all the ways that Yoongi is good, and he doesn’t have to be told twice when the order deals in Yoongi’s pleasure. So all of you adjust until Yoongi’s on his hands and knees, gripping tightly onto the headboard, and Taehyung shuffles down the bed until he can get his mouth on Yoongi’s cock.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” you say, and Taehyung moans at the praise, the vibrations making Yoongi gasp and jerk.
You know when you hit his prostate, too; know this is going to be over soon from the way he buries his face in the crook of his elbow and screams. You know it from the way he starts to shake. From the unintelligible filth that pours from his mouth as Taehyung swallows him all the way down. From the way he stutters out a, ba-baby, wha’bout you, gonna come like this, and you pet his hair, voice soft again when you say, this is for you, Yoongi, you can come, I know it’s so much.
There’s a final husky, drawn-out moan, and then there’s quiet.
Lucidity returns slowly.
The heat kicks on. A police siren wails in the distance, seven floors below you. You re-wet your cloth and do your best to clean the dried cum from Taehyung’s skin, your smile fond as he whines at the cold, tries to squirm away. Yoongi doesn’t move an inch, just collapses face-first onto the mattress and lets everyone fuss over him. Starts snoring a few minutes later, after you’ve pulled the duvet up to his ears and he’s tucked in and warm.
You move to the dresser. Pull out two t-shirts—oversized on you, tight in the shoulders on Taehyung—and clean underwear. And then you pause, because Taehyung’s already plucking his own clothes off the floor, already has his fucking socks and briefs on, and it’s… it doesn’t feel right, is the thing. Doesn’t feel like he should be leaving. Not tonight, maybe ever.
“Where are you going?” you ask, and you do a good job of keeping the hurt out, at sounding normal.
Taehyung doesn’t get it. Looks at you like you’re a little stupid and a lot crazy, because he looks at you, then at the world outside the window, and finally at Yoongi before answering. “I—leaving?”
“Why?”
Taehyung looks at you like you’re a lot stupid this time. “I don’t…” Pauses. Tries to sink into the floor to no avail. “Look, I think maybe this was a mistake? Hyung and I—I don’t think this is what he wants.”
“And how do you know what he wants?”
“Because we’re here,” he answers, anger seeping in. “Because I’m standing in your apartment. His girlfriend, and—”
You sigh. “If you want to leave, I’m not going to stop you, but I think it’d really hurt him if you left.” You leave off the again. It’s not your trauma to dredge up. Yoongi wouldn’t want you to, and that’s reason enough. “I would like it if you stayed, if that means anything.”
“The two of you are fucking weird,” he says again, but he looks less torn. Looks less like he would plow you over to get to the door, and it’s… progress. It’s good. You can work with a halfway thing. “Hyung would really—you think he wants me here?”
It’s spoken about in the way a broken thing always is: delicately, hesitantly, like Taehyung’s afraid of the answer, afraid to find out the results of this stupid game of his own design. “He does. It’s not my place to say much more than that, but I think the two of you are overdue for a conversation, if nothing else.”
Taehyung nods. Starts looking less and less like he’s out of place; starts looking like object permanence, takes a corporeal form within the four walls of your bedroom. “There’s space here for you,” you say, with the amount of care words like these require, “if you want it.”
“What does that mean?”
“Whatever you want it to. Nothing has to be decided right now, but I know Yoongi. You know him, too. I just don’t want to see him hurt again.”
Taehyung nods again. Peels his socks off. “You’re sure?” he asks, and when you nod, he climbs back into bed, seems to somehow know which side of the bed is Yoongi’s, two magnets drawn together. Something inevitable.
You breathe out a sigh. Finally slip the t-shirt and underwear on. Flick the lamp off and let yourself have a minute to enjoy the calm, Yoongi’s body heat next to you, still snoring softly between you and Taehyung. And then, because you can’t resist—
“You two are really fucking stupid, you know that?”
You hear Taehyung swallow. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, sounding the part of a scolded child, and as much as you try not to, you’re smiling again, fond and endeared, into the dark. “I know.”
“Okay. Go to sleep, Tae. I expect a very nice thank you gift in the morning.”
It doesn’t happen in the morning. Not really.
It happens sometime in the middle of the night. The light streaming in through the sheer curtains gives away nothing more than silver-amber light, the moon and the city. Could be minutes since you fell asleep, could be hours; all you know is Yoongi’s at your back, arm slung possessively over your middle, and his heat is stifling.
“Yoongi,” you hiss, because it’s not just his heat. He’s hard again, cock pressing against the swell of your ass just like it was in the club, and you feel him smile against your neck when he realizes you’re awake. Feel him rock his hips, just a little.
He nips at your lobe, your jaw. “Hi, baby,” he says, like this is just another morning. Like he’s about to present your favorite mug to you, coffee fixed exactly how you like it. “Why didn’ you wake me up?”
“For what?” you breathe out, voice already wavering. All Yoongi has done is skim his warm hands under your oversized t-shirt, swirl a finger around your navel.
Yoongi tuts. Feels weird to be on this side of it, the illusion of condescension. “To fuck you. Make you come. You didn’t earlier.”
“I meant what I said—”
“I know you did,” Yoongi interjects, “but I don’t find that to be a very acceptable excuse.”
You roll your eyes, no heat in it, but then Yoongi’s hand moves to the hem of your underwear and slips inside. Your hips jerk when he moves two fingers lightly over your clit, jerk again when he finds you already wet and groans deep and husky into your ear. And it’s not loud, but it’s loud for this room at whatever-the-fuck time it is. “Gotta be quiet,” you whisper to him, and he laughs, thinks you’re joking. “I’m serious,” you say, and you want to sound authoritative but it comes out as a whine when he sinks those fingers into your cunt.
“Why would I need to be quiet?” he asks. Crooks them as best he can from this weird angle, you on your side with your back pressed to him, Yoongi halfway on top of you. “Shouldn’t I be loud?” He hits a spot that whites your vision. “Shouldn’t everyone in this fucking place hear it?”
Usually you wouldn’t care. Your apartment building has heard worse, including whatever debauchery the three of you had gotten up to mere hours ago, but—“Taehyung’s asleep.”
Yoongi startles, goes still. “What?”
“What.”
“What d’you mean Taehyung’s asl…” You feel him turn. Feel him realize, for the first time, that there is a very-asleep Taehyung on his other side, and you want to ask how he hadn’t noticed before, want to say didn’t you realize how cramped this bed is, it’s not big enough for three people, we’ll have to get a new one, but. Yoongi hadn’t expected him to stay, hadn’t expected it to even be an option, so of course it would’ve been a blind spot.
Your heart cracks in half again.
“What’d you say to him?” he asks. Not accusing, almost awed, like you knew a code, the secret passcode to getting Taehyung to stay that Yoongi hadn’t had before.
You reach back, find Yoongi’s hair. Scratch gently at his scalp. “Just that I thought you’d like it if he stayed. That’s it, nothing else. I wouldn’t.”
“I know, I wasn’t…” He sucks in a deep breath, holds it, lets it go. He’s okay. “This is okay with you?”
A laugh spills out of you. “You’re asking me that now? I was nearly fist-deep in his ass a few hours ago but him sleeping in our bed is crossing some kind of line?”
“Sex can be different,” Yoongi argues, “and it’s me, you know, like it’s my hangup, not yours—”
“I want you to be happy,” you answer honestly. “Whatever that looks like. I told him there’s room for him here if he wants it, but they’re not my knots to untangle. If he wants to stick around, if you two can get your shit together… we’ll figure it out. It only needs to make sense to us.”
Silence. Then—“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life,” Yoongi groans. “Jesus Christ.”
“I should’ve known hyung was the type to get a boner from open and honest communication.”
Yoongi startles again at the low rasp of Taehyung’s voice. “And that’s exactly why I said I fuck him better than you,” you fire at him, deadpan. He laughs. You don’t have to look at Yoongi to know how red he’s turned.
“You said that to him?” he chokes out, all mortified disbelief, at the same time Taehyung says, “Maybe you’ve got a point, angel.”
The mattress sinks under Taehyung’s weight as he shuffles closer to the two of you. Must touch Yoongi somehow, because there’s a high-pitched whine from the back of his throat, so loud in your ear, has heat coursing through you. “Finish what you started, hyung,” Taehyung says, and Yoongi’s nod is jerky, his hands uncoordinated under Taehyung’s watchful stare.
Yoongi moves over you fully, wastes no time before he’s working his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm, sucking at your skin. Taehyung groans quietly, doesn’t need to be told a goddamn thing; rids you of your shirt so Yoongi can mouth his way from your jaw to your neck, collarbones to chest, one nipple and then the next. Pleasure licks up your spine, outweighs how overwhelming it is to have Yoongi this geared-up, wound this tight; to have Taehyung’s hands roaming over every inch of skin his hyung doesn’t have his mouth on.
“Yoo-Yoongi,” you choke out, because this has really gone from zero to a hundred and he’s been pressing incessantly on your g-spot for too long to remain unaffected.
It’s building, building, building, and you’ve fully lost control of your hips, grinding against the heel of Yoongi’s palm like you’re desperate for it. (You are.) And Taehyung just laughs darkly, says, “Think she’s gonna come, hyung,” just to get under your skin.
“Mm, yeah. Might make a mess.” He slaps at your clit and that’s it, that’s what does it.
And Yoongi knows you, doesn’t he, because he knows how you like to get fucked. Knows to click his tongue at you, give you that disappointed look; knows to wipe your release on your thighs. Knows to barely let you catch your breath before he’s slipping on a condom and pushing inside of you.
After his fingers, the stretch from his cock feels dizzying. Feels on the edge of too much, and Taehyung’s commentary is doing fuck-all to help you come back to earth. Keeps saying shit like goddamn, hyung, yeah, fuck her like that. Maneuvers you so your back is pressed to his chest, now, your head on his shoulder, so Yoongi can slip his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth while he ruins you. It’s filthy, it’s so fucking filthy, and you think, selfishly, that a room won’t be big enough. You’d build Taehyung an entire goddamn house to keep it like this, to keep the three of you safe in this bubble.
“Imagine, hyung,” Taehyung starts, and you know what comes out of his mouth next is going to be nasty. Yoongi knows it, too, eyes starting to go glassy. A million constellations reflected as he looks at the two of you. “If we fucked her at the same time. Both of us in that tight pussy. Our cocks togeth—”
You’re not sure if the deafening moan comes from you or Yoongi. Either way, his hips falter, cadence reduced to stuttered thrusts as he tries desperately not to come just from Taehyung spewing more filth out of his devilish mouth. But you want to see it. Want to see what happens when he’s pushed to the brink of horny delirium, so you say—
“Do it.”
—and Yoongi has to stop altogether. Grips your hips so hard you know they’ll bruise, and you think, for a second, that he actually did come. Everything is quiet for a second, just more labored breathing, and then Yoongi picks his head up. Looks more fucked-out than you’ve ever seen him, even more than earlier, and looks straight at Taehyung.
“Put your fingers in her.”
Taehyung breathes harshly through his nose. Waits for you to nod, give him the okay, and then his hands leave your hair and skim down your body. They’re so warm, so large, cover so much skin that it truly feels like he’s everywhere, like it’s more than just him touching you. The closer he nears to your cunt, the more overpowering it is, the harder it is to breathe.
“Is this what you want, angel?” he asks, words warm on your skin as he presses them just below your ear. “You’re a greedy girl, getting hyung’s cock and my fingers.” He rubs circles into your clit, sends you spiraling. You’re dangerously close to a second orgasm (could be a third, could be a hundredth, considering Yoongi never let you come down from the first) and there’s a split-second right before he dips his fingers into your cunt, works them in alongside Yoongi’s cock, that you feel engulfed.
Everything is on fire.
You, most of all.
Taehyung sucks his fingers into his mouth, gets ‘em wet, works in slowly. Just his middle finger at first, and Yoongi falters again, moans out an oh fuuuck that betrays exactly how far gone he is. And you aren’t far behind, the stretch from both of them unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You can’t imagine how it’d feel if it was more than just Taehyung’s fingers, except you can, and Taehyung notices when the thought has you clenching, has you a little wetter, because he laughs at you, tells Yoongi like he can’t tell on his own. Like your boyfriend is a little dumb, like he’s never fucked you before, and that does something to both of you.
One finger turns into two. Yoongi’s a fucking mess, absolutely gone of the feel of them inside you, against his cock, can’t stop moaning. The tight fit has Taehyung’s fingers pressed snug against your g-spot, exactly how Yoongi’s had been, and it’s too much. Too much.
“I’m, fuck—I’m gonna—”
When you come it feels like the end of the world. It feels like rapture. It feels like every atom in your body has been rearranged, like the gods themselves are rewarding you specifically with the sound of Yoongi following right behind you, moaning low and ragged, spilling into the condom.
In the comedown, he kisses you—soft, tender, with every iota of love and affection contained in him. “I love you,” he says. Presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You okay?”
“Not sure,” you answer honestly. “Give me three to five business days to decide.”
Yoongi’s smile is shy, almost embarrassed. More gums than anything else. Behind you, the rumble of Taehyung’s laughter against your back, rattling your ribs. Rattling your heart, maybe, lodged safely between them.
It expands, makes more room—the one for Taehyung, that house—and Yoongi’s lips find Taehyung’s next and you know it’ll be okay. These two stupid boys, they’ll figure it out, put a cease fire to their foolish game.
Yeah, something inevitable.
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vash pets your head to send you to sleep, but asks you something important before he does.
notes; 1.1k, very tender vash, tristamp coded, not proofread. wrote this in my car @ 2am, freaking out every two seconds bc was that a person or just my eyes? 👁️👁️
layers of dust reaching across entire sprawls of bedsheet was a normal thing you came across in every inn you visited. no man's land had a way of making everything inhospitable, from the unforgiving terrain of valleys of sand, stone and bleached bones, down to the crevices between slabs of wood underfoot filled with debris and the pillows under your head exacerbating dry fits of coughing while beige granules clung to your throat.
vash was far more accustomed to those conditions than you were, having lived that way for over a century—an earnest confession you still weren't sure you believed. like everyone else on this godforsaken landscape, you had learned to acclimate during your harrowing travels with him, forced to take the heat deep in your skin to your marrow, the dirt and sand into the brittle branches in your lungs.
"want me to shake out the sheets for you?" vash was always courteous, did his best to lessen the blow of suffering you endured while with him. from the beginning, he had never been comfortable with you there, tried running off more times than you could count, but you were smart and determined so he never succeeded.
he didn't wait for you to respond, finding that you were arranging your bags near the door in case of the need of a quick escape. maybe it was guilt or pity, but he slipped his fingers beneath the thin sheets and whipped them out until all the dust knocked off of them. "this place isn't as bad as the last one. you'll sleep pretty good tonight, I think. can you grab my sleeping bag?"
"there's plenty of room on the bed, vash." you didn't make a motion for his bags. in your hands now was a set of linen nightclothes. "give your back a rest. sleep on the mattress for once."
his look was almost incredulous, almost as though you had said something outrageous. "I won't make you sleep on the floor. I don't mind, really!"
"I never said I was sleeping on the floor." you said, inflectionless, eyes half-lidded from the weight of fatigue and soreness behind them. "we're gonna be out on the desert for hours tomorrow. I can't have you die out there because you wanted to sleep on wood."
certain arguments vash didn't try to win, this was one of them, namely because he wasn't actually interested in the floor. so, some thirty minutes later he laid there on the stiff, musty mattress with you, taking in all the smells of age and misuse in his dry nostrils while trying not to open his mouth too wide to suck in any sand.
"not the most comfortable." he mumbled, shifting onto his back after lying on his side for a few minutes. "you sure you want me up here with—"
"it's fine, vash." again, without betraying yourself with a change in tone, you reassured him. you said it to him with your eyes closed, facing him, your back flush to the wall to give his larger body more space. "don't worry so much. just try to sleep for once."
it didn't come easy to him, this you knew. inevitably, he'd be up and around the inn or just outside of it at some point. sleep was a mortal enemy and an elusive love affair to him, a challenging dichotomy that left him tired and worn most of the time. he felt all of it ache in his joint, drag his eyelids down, sit on his shoulders as though his sins weren't enough of a burden.
you saw it and you pitied him, though you didn't have the brashness to say so.
just then, you flinched hard enough to make the bed jerk when his hand touched your head. he apologized quietly, not removing himself from you and let the warmth of his appendages seep through your hair into your scalp, gave you time to familiarize with how it had so much weight to it.
"do you ever regret your decision?" he started stroking your head in short, smooth motions, flattening your hair against your crown. "regret traveling with me, I mean."
you weren't sure why he was asking this during bedtime, but coaxed you to crack your eyes at him, proving you were still awake. his made of brilliant azure we're looking back at you, somehow piercing through the inky night straight into you. they had an eerie, otherworldly glow to them, almost.
"I dunno." you are honest, unsure of the kind of answer he was looking for. did he want comfort, or was he going to try to bail on you again? it had been a while since he last tried. "I dunno. I don't mind it most of the time. you're a good guy, vash, you don't deserve to be all alone in this world."
his hand stopped, but his fingers splayed out a little more. the corners of his eyes started to narrow, crinkles forming in the corners. you couldn't handle how softly, so sweetly he was looking at you now.
"you gave up everything, though." he said, smoothing his hand along that same path on your head again. "you shouldn't have given up your entire life—your career just to…"
he didn't want to finish. your eyes were open fully, the whites of them glistening at him in the dim moonlight.
"you shouldn't have given it all up to be with me." it sounded so unnatural to him, like it was some unfathomable, convoluted thing he had had no business putting a voice to. "nothing—no one is worth that. I'm not worth that."
in these moments, you wished he would let you touch him. all you wanted to do was feel the warmth of your bodies meld together, wrap your arms around him so he couldn't leave you alone in that dusty, dark room, and so he knew he wasn't alone.
"don't talk like that," was all you could bring yourself to say, even though you didn't think it was amiss.
the shadows around his mouth deepened, his smile just a little higher than it usually was. his thumb moved towards your temple, callused pad stroking the skin there, tempting you to lean into his touch even more.
parts of you wanted him to kiss you, because you caught his eyes wavering at times, unsticking from your gaze to sweep lower beneath his thick lashes. you knew he was looking at your lips, and you thought that maybe you had made the mistake of looking first.
he never acted on that as much as you wished he would, but he did keep his hand on you until the gentle motions on your hair finally lulled you into slumber.
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#vash the stampede x y/n#vash x y/n#vash x you#vash the stampede x reader#vash x reader#vash the stampede#trigun imagines#trigun x reader#trigun x you#tristamp#trigun stampede#trimax#trigun maximum#2k writes
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.e-42 Miles Morales relationship hc's !!
people aren't nearly as obsessed w this man as they should be and that shit needs to change ASAP!!
sfw + gender neutral (i hope?) reader , use of 'princess treatment' once
i feel like people be forgetting that 42 Miles is also a version of Miles??
bro is NOT some hyperdominant fuckboy w 10 years of experience CMON
baby has never had a spouse, he's never even had his first kiss and this is the hill I will die on
anyways, Miles meets u, Miles falls in love, y'all start to date, yada yada mkay?
42 is fucking WHIPPED
and he's so shy about it i tell u
you're so attractive and good to him and effortlessly charming and you just have this aura about you and he cant believe ur his
bc Miles has zero rizz in every universe
you could look at him for just a second longer than usual and the boy would melt inside
will keep up his usual 'cool, calm, collected' act yk, he's the man!!!
but we all know that bro is dying inside whenever he sees u
ur the most important thing to him, ALWAYS
has to suppress the urge to propose to u right then and there when he sees u getting along w his momma Rio
she would love u! so happy that her baby finally has someone who treats him right yk??
ur the only person besides momma Rio he allows to touch his hair
bro is the little spoon and i will fight everyone who says otherwise
Miles loves to settle between ur thighs n lay his head on ur stomach or rest his head on ur shoulder or bury his face in ur chest when y'all are laying down, cmon, he needs the feeling of comfort
he absolutely has a picture of u in his wallet/phone case and as his wallpaper
would not let you touch any bags ever again, would not let you pay for ur shit every again, would not let u struggle w ANYTHING ever again. 42 is carrying all ur stuff (including yourself if you're tired, though he will pretend to be annoyed) and paying for whatever the fuck u want without question
insists you leave your wallet at home, will pout if u don't
princess treatment all the way
anyways
calls u 'ma, mami, chiquita' etc.
he's a mad dry texter (will not use punctuations for the life of him) but will text u all the time nonetheless
"u good ma"
"u need sum from the store"
"u eaten anything yet"
honestly I do feel like he can be an ass at times, its 42 after all, but he does his best to make it up to u every time
he's sooooo protective, will always ask where u at and wyd out of simple worry, would probably (politely) ask for u to share ur live location w him 24/7 and would share his w u
42 wouldn't even check ur location once he gets it, he would still opt for asking u directly, it just gives him a sense of comfort that he can (and will) find u immediately if he needs to
bro cannot lose another person dear to him
would absolutely grill people with glares if they look at u wrong
ur his, he's not sharing
he's not overly possessive tho, will keep himself in check
Miles drinks his respect ur spouse juice every day, he will let u live ur life smh
he really trusts you anyways
still asks (ASKS!!!!!) to go everywhere w u, trails after u like a lost puppy
all grumpy w his rbf but his eyes will never fail to soften around
he smiles the sweetest, dorky smile if u play ur cards right
not a big fan of pda but will let you touch n kiss him if u want to touch n kiss him and throw a protective arm around u, always has a hand on ur lower back in public
all over u in private tho!!!
he's addicted to ur kisses and will ask before kissing u every. single. time
once he gets his lips on urs you will not get him off of u again, 42 is an addict and ur his drug
scary dog privilege all day everyday
also does his best to make a good impression on ur parents and they love him!
once y'all have been in a relationship for longer he will honestly ease up around u so much and be less shy yknow
actually starts to tease u back, blushes less and does that tiny amused smirk instead
y'all playfight every two seconds (42 will NOT let u win under any circumstances, bro is a lil bitch and smug asf about it)
will also beat ur ass at mario kart
42 Miles ain't showing u no mercy w that shit, he's too competitive
he buys u new flowers every week
extremely expressive through actions, less comfortable to do so through words but will tell u that u mean everything to him on a regular nevertheless bc he's a sweetheart and in love w u
you would watch every single one of his (basketball) games and eventually he'd give u one of his jerseys (w his name and number on it and everything!!)
bro has to hold himself back so bad whenever he sees u in it
bonus points if its oversized on u
he's so JIDFUHIGEYFUERFV I will simply pass away
constructive criticism and reqs are welcome!!
#across the spiderverse#into the spider verse#miles morales#miles morales prowler#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles headcanons#prowler x reader#42 miles morales
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AU where the real reason the Great Seven are interpreted so differently from how they really are is bc they were the result of people getting isekai'd into Twisted Wonderland as those characters. Like in a "they existed as they were in canon before abruptly getting hit w/ memories from a past life" sorta way.
They all keep their original memories that shaped them into the classic villains we know, but gaining a whole extra lifetime worth of memories causes more than a bit of an unavoidable personality shift…and, save for the Queen of Hearts, they all want to avoid their scripted deaths. (Or fate worse than death, in Hades' case.)
Most of them choose to play it safe, simply live out their lives without making the same disastrous power bids as in their canon stories. If they happen to be a little nicer too, well, maybe they just happened to have a change of heart as of late. It's really no big deal if Ursula does some simpler requests pro-bono, or if the Queen of Hearts is just a smidgen less trigger-happy about punishments, right? No one's complaining about the changes, that's for sure. Scar and Jafar are both more ambitious, successfully accomplishing their goals without falling prey to their original characters' flaws; Scar is more present as a political entity, Jafar reigns in his hunger for ultimate power.
This started off as a joke but man. Even with all of them dodging their respective fates, Maleficent and Hades would still outlive the rest by a long shot. Idk what would be worse: watching the few people who remember your old world slowly die off one by one, only learning they had memories of your old world after their deaths, or never knowing you weren't so alone. Personally I'm leaning towards the first one—save for Ursula, they're all political figures who have reason to come into contact with each other at some point. (And for Ursula, well, maybe the Sea Witch misses walking around on land every now and then. Who knew she'd run into an important so-and-so while on a jog one day?)
But yeah I'm just picturing Maleficent hearing about how her grandson has befriended a student from another world and immediately calling up Hades like "homeboy you're not gonna BELIEVE this." Both of them brainstorm how to go meet this kid without drawing unnecessary attention in the process. Yuu winds up with the two remaining members of the Great Seven as quasi-guardian figures bc Yuu is the only one that gets their other-world pop culture references.
Everyone's already shocked to see the Thorn Fairy and King of the Underworld strolling the town streets of Sage's Island, but…who's that kid with them? And what's that cat-like thing the kid is carrying…? (They're having their biweekly hangout. Their schedules simply don't match up well enough to hang out more often, unfortunately. Grim demanded to come with his hench-human, and is having fun even if he doesn't really understand what the other 3 are talking about.)
#listen. i like the idea of yuu not being the only person dealing with The Isekai Nonsense gfhjfgjhfg#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland au#twst isekai legacy au#twisted rambling
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Happy new year!!! 🥳 could I request a prompt with Dimitri / Claude where they surprise Byleth for the new year? I imagine their post game where Byleth is separated from them for a while bc of their respective duties so a surprise reunion would be super cute 🥹
(This was so much fun to write ;; A ;; )
Claude: Running a country as a new king was no joke, though becoming the religious head of an entire continent (with no experience) wasn’t any easier. It was only natural that when you first started talking about what to do, and what the expectations would be in your new roles, it would mean some distance was required.
What you didn’t realize was that “little distance” thing turned into a long-term absence. Of course, letters were exchanged every day; and the timing of the responses varied depending on the carrier and the weather.
But you were in constant contact, calways wishing to see one another and longing for the separation to reach its end.
It felt more like you were widowed for six months, conversing with a very charming ghost.
“Seteth…what are the possibilities for taking a sabbatical this year?”
You could feel the prime minister’s hackles raise at the very thought.
“It is the same as I told you last autumn, Archbishop; it’s simply not possible with your current position.”
‘But we’ve been working non-stop since the ceremony- surely we can spare a few days' rest.”
“Not with the relations between kingdoms still in such a dire state. If we were to step away now, and they were to find out, the people would become even more upset. They would feel as though we are trivializing their very lives.”
“I don't want that.” You admitted, looking down at the towering mess of papers on your desk. “But...people are allowed to have days of rest.”
“They are, indeed.” Seteth agreed, “However, we must bear in mind that we are not just any ‘people’. Our obligations transcend those whom we serve.”
It did very little to invigorate you or ease your stress. If anything, Seteth was simply piling them on higher and at a much faster pace. He was not the best at rousing speeches.
“Still…we’ve been working non-stop like this for months…surely we’ll have to slow down and rest so as not to falter later?”
“I do see your point, but I believe we are far from in need of such relief. After all, we bear the expectations of all Fodlan on our shoulders; you moreso, as both a queen and the Archbishop. I would argue that it is more necessary that we continue to push without wasting a single moment.”
“I would argue the opposite…” You mumbled, and the dragon-eared man was polite enough not to acknowledge it. After all, there was a particular reason why he was laying on the pressure so thick.
He wouldn’t have agreed to do so without there being a much desired reward waiting for you. You’d been working harder than most to pull Fodlan back from the struggles of war, and the rebuilding was being overseen in as many areas with the greatest detail you could bring to the table.
You hadn’t heard it yet; it would be a few minutes more.
“Milady, I empathize with your argument, but we must make sure not to allow such temptations that follow a ‘slowdown’, so to speak. It may be difficult for you to ever regain your vigor and our work will suffer for it!”
“Seteth, please…” You groaned, your head hitting the stack of paper before you. There was a good chance the ink hadn’t dried yet, but that was the least of your worries.
The minister worked hard to suppress his smile. Instead he continued to prattle on and on about the importance of diligence, duty, discipline, and several other responsible “d” words, until you heard a shift, outside.
As a matter of fact, you heard the sound of people gathering just below your office, towards the front gates.
And following that rabble was…a wyvern’s wingbeat.
You sat up from the papers, eyes narrowed. There weren’t any wyvern riders that were scheduled to be patrolling this time of day.
And the only person who could possibly be riding in and exciting everyone would be-
“Claude?”
Seteth grinned, watching the hope spark in your eyes. You hurried from your desk, pulling the balcony doors back.
The shimmering white scales of his beloved wyvern reflected the sunlight right into your eyes. But you knew that roar, and you could recognize that gorgeous, golden cape from a mile away.
With a sharp gasp you turned on your heel and burst from the room. The stairs were too far-- no, the front gate was-! You had to move as quickly as possible.
That man had been gone for so long. You hadn’t seen each other in ages, but now he was flying right up to the monastery out of the blue!
You wracked your brain, trying to think if he’d referenced coming to visit you in any of his letters. Though perhaps it was easier said than done, as the closer you got to the front doors, the harder it was to think of anything other than him.
Mercifully, you did not have to wait until you were outside. The king of Almyra had already made his way inside the building. He was halfway across the great hall, speaking with Hilda about something completely inconsequential.
Well, inconsequential to you. Because all that mattered was the instant your eyes locked, and you could feel the joy build in your chest.
“Claude!!”
The Archbishop’s voice raising was already surprising, but to see her running towards her husband, decorum be damned, was a stunning sight for any bystander.
Claude’s face lit up at the sight of you, his arms spread wide to accept you.
“Byleth!!” Your name was a laugh on his lips; the very sound of his voice made your heart soar. You closed the distance and all but leapt into his arms.
His mere touch was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His scent, his laughter, his…his everything…it overwhelmed your senses in the best of ways.
“I’m home, By.”
“Welcome back,” Your voice was muffled against his neck, his embrace tight and wanting, with zero intention of letting you go. “I missed you so much…!”
“I missed you too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you.” He murmured, peppering kisses into your hair between his breaths of laughter.
“I didn’t have a clue- but when did you say you were coming?? I can’t remember reading a single word about you visiting.” You gathered yourself enough to ask, pulling back to look up at your husband.
He grinned at you, squeezing your waist. “That’s because it was a surprise. I cleared it with Seteth about a month ago; you and I are going to take a nice, long break from all this intercontinental repair.”
It was hard to balance your desire to take in every detail of his face and simply kissing him senseless.
“Really?”
“Of course; I’ve been waiting for ages because I know how badly you’ve wanted to get away. You’ve been talking about it in your letters for the last…three months, I think.”
“I suppose I’m not as subtle when I’m writing to you.” You smiled sheepishly, “I would love to take a vacation with you, my love.”
“Gods, I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long.” He sighed, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss. You held his face in your hands, relishing the scruff along his jaw and the warmth of his skin.
“Hear what?” You whispered against his lips, your hands shifting from his cheeks to the collar of his tunic, tugging him closer. Your bodies were practically pressed against each other; you couldn’t have gotten closer if you wanted to.
“To hear you call me ‘my love’. I haven’t heard it in so long…I’m afraid your written word doesn’t hold a candle to the sweetness of your voice.”
“You flatter me.” You blushed, kissing the beaming smile he wore with warm reverence. “Shall we have a proper reunion upstairs? I’d love to hear all about these plans you have for our vacation, but I think we both have some more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.” Claude chuckled, and swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the corridor that had mercifully been emptied at some point during your touching reunion.
You were sure the rumors were swirling around the monastery from the bystanders who hadn’t escaped quickly enough, but it was the last thing on your mind.
After all, your sweet husband was back home in your arms…and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Especially after such a punishing several months’ work without him.
You peeked around the corner, making sure no one was nearby while he strode towards the stairs with a particular skip in his step.
“I’ve been waiting to say this for a while, but…”
“Say whatever’s on your mind; I’ve been dying to hear it for ages.”
You leaned up to his ear, whispering those longing words.
“Welcome home, Khalid.”
He nearly tripped up the stairs and took you tumbling with him. When he steadied himself, he pressed his forehead to yours, his whole face flushed.
“If you’re not gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences, Teach.” He grumbled, making you laugh. You kissed his nose, squeezing your arms around his shoulders.
“I haven’t been able to say your name in so long either, you know…I wanted to give you a proper welcome.”
His grin turned mischievous, hoisting you back up and starting up the steps with renewed vigor.
“Don’t you worry about that- we’re about to have the greatest reunion of all time! And an even better vacation after that, might I add.”
You didn’t get a chance to ask him what the plans were until several hours later. But you weren't particularly bothered by it.
Having your Khalid beside you again was everything you could have asked for, and more.
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Dimitri: He’d gotten the worried letter from Prime Minister Seteth about three days ago. He was already deeply depressed because he hadn’t seen you in such a long time.
It was incredibly difficult, how you were trying so hard and working to get everything in order for the greater continent of Fodlan.
You were working from the monastery, and had remained there long after the two of you were crowned as the king and queen of Faerghus.
It was deeply upsetting to have spent the first several months of your marriage apart. But it was nothing that heartfelt letters that were practically 300-page journals between each of you.
So when he received a much more brief letter with Seteth’s seal on it instead of the expected loving message from his wife, Dimitri was concerned.
When he read its contents, he was consumed with worry.
“King Dimitri, it is with deep concern that I write to you regarding your wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan. I am afraid she has become obsessed with work to the point that she cannot seem to remove herself from it.
The few times I was able to ascertain the reason behind this change in behavior is due to her separation from her spouse. I believe it would be prudent to schedule a visit to the monastery immediately. I fear she has stopped taking care of herself; her eating and sleeping habits have become practically non-existent.
Please write with ideal dates and times that you would be able to join us. We anticipate a swift response, milord.”
Dimitri had the troops rallied and the Blue Lions en route to the monastery without a second more hesitation. He sent a pegasus knight ahead to relay the information as quickly as possible.
But there was a little more time to waste! His wife was neglecting her well-being, and even though he had no idea how he was supposed to fix it, he knew that he missed her just as terribly and wanted to do anything in his power to make everything better.
He galloped through the forests of Fodlan, not slowing down even in the face of bandits or dangerous weather.
With the help of the Lions and their unwavering support for the royal couple, the valiant group turned what was typically a weeks’ sojourn to the central mountain range into a four day journey, instead.
And as soon as they were there, Dimitri all but ripped the front gates from their ancient, unmoving hinges.
There was no time to waste. His Beloved needed him!
“King Dimitri has arrived!” The gatekeeper managed to squawk out, sending the passersby into a confused frenzy of excitement and panic. What in the world was the Archbishop’s husband doing here, now??
Dimitri did not bother to socialize or engage with anyone outside of the green-haired man hurrying to meet him, opening the massive old doors that led into the main hall.
“Thank Sothis you arrived so quickly. I just received word from the envoy you sent hardly a day ago; it is a miracle you were able to travel with such swiftness!”
“And not a moment too late, I hope. Where is my wife?” Dimitri asked, breathless from his endless onslaught to visit his dearest.
Seteth motioned towards the stairwell. “She is locked in her office, as always. I fear it has been difficult to access her, even as her right hand. She is deeply troubled by your absence, milord. More So than even she realizes.”
“It saddens me to learn this…but I will do everything in my power to help Byleth in any way I can.” He spoke a solemn promise, striding to the steps and making his way to your office.
A swirl of memories, sweet and bitter, filled his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen the monastery, let alone restored to most of its former glory.
It was not his favorite place to be, and in spite of all the good things that happened there, he would not lose any sleep over the thought of leaving it behind permanently.
Especially if his having to rule the kingdom while you languished in the ancient halls could cause such a panic.
He hesitated at the door of your office, finding it was indeed locked when he tried to turn the knob. He knocked on the old oak once, twice, three times…but you did not answer.
So he opted to pound on the door, instead.
“Byleth!! Byleth, my love…are you in there? Can you hear me??” His fist hit the door again, with more urgency. There was an indent starting to form where he struck the wood.
There was no answer. He grit his teeth, hitting the door harder.
“It’s me, Dimitri! Open the door- everyone is worried about you! You must-” His hand went straight through the wood, and not a moment too soon.
The punctured hole, while embarrassing, did provide immediate access to the door knob on the other side.
Dimitri dismissed the damage done and opened the door, swinging it into the wall with another crack that likely destroyed the structural integrity of the poor thing.
The sound of wood splintering was enough to get your attention, however. You had been slumped over your arm at your desk, a quill halfway falling out of your hand when the sudden eruption of noise startled you awake.
Your eyes were wild with exhaustion and confusion, only to find a large, black and blonde blob storming towards you.
“Beloved!!”
You gasped at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. That couldn’t be right, he was far away, back home in Faerghus…his last correspondence with you had been only a week ago.
This was surely a figment of your over exhausted imagination, right?
“D…Dima?”
“Thank goodness, you’re at least conscious.” He exhaled heavily, rushing around the side of the desk so that he might place his hands on your shoulders. “I was knocking at your door and calling for you- did you truly not hear me?”
“Dima…w-what are you doing here?”
“Dammit, your skin is so pale. The shadows under your eyes- and you’re clearly underfed! Byleth, what has happened to you? How could this have happened?”
“I…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands which trembled in your lap. Dimitri followed your gaze, feeling his heart twist in his chest.
“Nevermind. You're in dire need of rest, Beloved. I will take you to our quarters immediately. When you wake up, I will have some food ready and waiting.”
“But…but Dima, how did you-?”
“I received an urgent message from Prime Minister Seteth.” He explained simply, taking you up from your seat and carrying you from the office. “He said that you were neglecting your health, and it is quite clear to me that is the case.”
“W-wait, you don’t have to carry me, Dimitri, I-”
“I will not risk injury because you have not been taking care of yourself. I will see to it that you are well rested and well fed before you’re ready to have a conversation about your health. Am I clear?”
You fell silent, realizing that the firm yet gentle touch was indeed quite real. That your husband had arrived from across the land to come to your aid.
Perhaps you were in worse shape than you first thought.
Dimitri took your silence as a sign that you either conceded defeat, were falling asleep, or both. Regardless, you weren’t far from your bedroom.
The attendants and knights who were anywhere nearby as the king crossed the long corridors were quick to scatter, or politely avert their eyes as he tended to you.
With far greater care than when he’d “opened” your office door, he let himself into the Archbishop’s quarters and made sure to fasten the lock as well.
The world shifted around you, and you were suddenly in the soft embrace of your bed. Gods, how long has it been since you were lying there, of all places?
Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed, taking your ankles up and resting your feet in his lap. He began to undo the laces on your shoes, handling you as though you were glass (a technique ingrained in him since he was little).
“Dima, you don’t have to do all this…”
“You need to rest, Beloved, and I have many, many months of tending to you that I must make up for. Please, allow me to do this much.”
You hummed softly, letting him finish his work on your shoes. Then he prompted you to sit up, slipping the coat from your shoulders and shifting the pillows so that you could recline far more comfortably.
His hand cradled your head, guiding you back down so that you laid fully across the bed.
The covers weren’t drawn over you, though. Instead, Dimitri unclasped his heavy, fur-laden cloak, and draped it over you.
The overwhelming comfort at being surrounded by his scent nearly brought tears to your eyes. This was indeed your Dimitri. Not a figment of your imagination, this time.
You drew the furry cape closer to your face, nuzzling against the fabric with a soft sniffle.
Dimitri’s smile was sad, but the tension that had wracked his body seemed to have eased at the sight of you.
“Please, rest, my dearest. I will have food prepared and waiting for you by the time you are better.”
“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, as if the pull of sleep wasn’t already taking hold.
Dimitri laughed softly, carding a hand through his hair.
“I am still in full regalia, my love. I fear I will be a poor bedfellow.”
“Just until I’m asleep.” You insisted, “I…I missed you so much.”
As if he could say no to that.
Dimitri walked over to his side of the bed, careful in joining you so that he didn’t dip the mattress and jostle you out of your far too comfortable position.
He propped himself up on one elbow, facing you on his side so that you might have full access to him.
And take advantage, you did. Dimitri flushed when you shifted over, burying your face in his chest and curling your fingers into his tunic. The soft clinking of all the metal bits and pieces didn’t seem to bother you. He wasn’t in his armor, but the formal layers of Faerghus’ royal uniform did not make for excellent nightwear.
The queen did not seem to mind, however.
“I’m so happy you’re here…”” You mumbled into his chest, feeling strong arms wrap wholly around you, drawing you in as close as he could.
“I have longed for you, terribly, in the time we have been apart. I could not bear to be away from you any longer when Seteth sent for me.”
“I must remember to thank him for his wisdom…I may very well have wasted away had he not asked you to come. It…felt so hard, going through all this work without you by my side.”
“It was no more joyful in Faerghus, I’m afraid. Ruling as king feels cold and empty without you there, right alongside me.”
You nodded into his heartbeat, melting when his fingers worked through your hair.
There was no way you’d stay up a moment longer.
“But all that matters is we’re together now. And once we have you full and smiling again, I believe we ought to make plans to visit the countryside. The snow is glistening this time of year, up in the northern mountains…I can finally introduce you to the rarer parts of our home.”
“I would…love to…” You yawned, wide and obvious.
Dimitri bit his tongue to keep from fawning. You were too cute when you weren't even trying.
“ Please rest, Beloved. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake. I will not leave your side again.”
“Thank you for this…and…thank you for coming… I'm so happy you love me so much.”
“As am I.” He kissed your forehead, squeezing you gently. “I have been yearning to see you for far too long. To hold you in my arms, even in less ideal circumstances…I could be any happier.”
“I love you, Dima.”
“I love you, too.” He beamed, before gingerly tapping his forehead to yours. “Now rest. Sleep. I beg of you.”
You smiled softly. Perhaps Dimitri was right; you were indeed long overdue for a good nap.
It wouldn’t be until seven hours later, well into the nighttime, that you came back around.
But Dimitri was ready and waiting, a beautiful meal set aside on the nightstand and waiting to be enjoyed by the royal couple.
And of course it was immediately paid for by a mess of urgent kisses from wife to husband, wrapping your arms around him and rolling to lay atop him, your hands happily pressed to his chest.
How you missed that strong, thundering heartbeat.
The food would have to wait, unfortunately; you both had much more pressing matters to tend to.
Especially for the next seven days, as prescribed by the monastery clerics to prevent further burnout.
While you were certain Dimitri had some influence in this decision (ie, nearly all), you couldn’t help but relish every single second you got to spend, alone and warm with your fiercely loyal lion.
#claude#byleth#dimitri#fe 14#fire emblem three houses#fe3h#fe: three houses#fe-fictions#fe fictions#f!byleth#fem!byleth#dimileth#claudeleth#claudleth#dimitri x byleth#claude x byleth#fluff#hurt and comfort#but almost exclusively comfort#and we love that for them#surprise visit prompt
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heart for two
pairing: bf!jaemin x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fluff at the end
summary: you're in love with both jeno and jaemin
wc: 3.9k+
this is embarrassing and idk what am i doing im sorry bcs this was truly absurd lol okay bye <3 just for fun ·ᴗ·
Your feelings are overlapping. You were supposed to be with lee jeno; only if he had the damn courage to confess to you a long time ago. But here you are, dating someone from your friends' set up blind date on your sophomore year that happened a year ago.
Just when jeno realized his feelings for you were mutual, you are already in a relationship with na jaemin, which also turned out that he's an acquaintance of jeno. And the bad news is, your conscience still wanted jeno to reciprocate your little feelings for him even though you have jaemin by your side, and you start to feel guilty, because you really do love jaemin.
You feel bad for him when sometimes you think about jeno and his cowardly ass; how you can do a lot of things with him just like what you did with jaemin. While jaemin, oh, he indulged you so much every time on every single day that it only makes your guilt just built so much higher in state you're getting confused by your own feelings, whether you did this just to forget jeno in the first place (which your heart's final decision is that the willing to date jaemin was purely because you really like him), or just staying by jaemin's side for both of your relationship sake along with this desire on not to hurt his feelings, or even worst, losing him.
But then he finally confessed. You and jaemin were dating not long ago when jeno finally said he likes you. And from that moment, you really thought that you're doomed.
Jaemin is the best boyfriend you've ever had. He's the ideal type of boyfriend that every woman's parents would love for him to be their son in law. He's kind, smart, handsome, basically perfect, and most important of all, a whole husband material.
Everyone can tell that he's ready for it albeit his young age. And the problem is, since he is a very loving person, such a heartwarming human being, you don't want to break his heart from any sort of iniquity. You just love jaemin too much to leave him for someone like jeno (he's too late for this), but at the same time, you gotta admit that you want him in the way you yourself can’t explain how you wanted him to be.
You fuck with jaemin an hour ago, now you two are lying on his bed, naked, and covered with a thick duvet of his. You lay on your stomach while your arms crossed, being a pillow for your head. Jaemin is full of thought when he stares blankly on the ceiling, you can tell. After all, you two are lovers.
"Tell me what's on your mind." You scoot closer and hug his waist while resting your cheek on his bare torso. He let out a chuckle, "tell me what's on yours." A comfortable silence fulfill the room.
You want to tell jaemin.
Want to tell him, that when jeno confessed his feelings couple of days ago, you two were ended up fucking from the unspoken truth and emotions that overwhelm from the both of you. You know you have no excuses for what you've done and it’s just unacceptable regardless.
You have to tell him.
You have to tell jaemin that no one can really stop you from the feelings you've been fighting to this whole time. That you love both men with all of your heart. It's like jeno is from the past and jaemin is there to complete the present; the timeline, and you can't live without them for the rest of your life. You can't live without your past, and you can't live without what you believe is your future, because they are what makes you until right now.
But how?
Just how?
You say nothing, pretty much lost in your own thoughts and so jaemin break the silence.
"Y/n." Jaemin called. "I think i know what's on your mind. You don't have to mind it, since i'm okay with it."
"What are you talking about?" You frown, getting up on your elbow.
"Jeno told me." Your heart already sank at his confession. "He told me that you guys were.." jaemin saw that you freaked out, tears starting to pool in your eyes and you shook your head in disbelief. He shush you before he continue. Even at this fucking irksome circumstance he always putting you first. You should've been ashamed of yourself. And you are, you are, but at this point, you seem like you're already losing your conscience and couldn't care less about shit anymore. That you can't think about anything else but fucked up and have failed this relationship; with jaemin, with jeno.
You don't know what to do, you just keep crying your eyes out like a toddler losing their mom in the crowd while jaemin comforts you, hugging you in his arms. You hate how warm he is. How he has always been.
"Jaemin, i'm so sorry, i don't know what to say- i- you have every right to hate me, just-" before you can continue your ramblings, jaemin silence you with a kiss. As the kiss goes on, it turns out to be more passionate, more harsh that you can feel your opponent is rather frustrated.
It's unfortunate that jaemin also seems to have failed to set his feelings aside, alas, he's madly in love with you.
Jaemin nip at your bottom lip, making you moan. He devour your lips until it got swollen, and you can feel heat scorching between your bodies. He started to trail kisses on your neck, giving your throat a nice love bites at the surface. His hands tightened, wrapping your body close to his as he continue to nibbling at your earlobe and whispering filthy words you don't expect someone like na jaemin to say,
“Fucking whore. Sleeping around with your lover's so called friend when you were supposed to be mine. Mine and mine only."
You felt like choking at his words. You should be ashamed of yourself for being turned on at this side of jaemin right now. And unfortunately, that didn't go unnoticed by him.
Jaemin felt your body tremble in excitement. He started to play with your nipples, flicking the bud with his tongue ever so slightly, making you shiver and craving for more.
He then sucked hardly at one swell, his free hand pinching the others. You arched your body, which just makes him go lower to your stomach and ignoring your neediness to be touched on both breasts, trailing open mouthed kisses and licks along your torso until his face is eye level with your pussy.
His mouth hovering over your cunt, you can feel his warm breath against your throbbing heat, and being a tease he is, jaemin graze the tip of his tongue at your folds with another ever so slightly touch which he knows that it's driving you crazy.
You buck your hips but he's backing away, strong hands pinning you down so you won't move. You whine in frustration and he sneers to his liking.
Another tears running down your cheeks, jaemin give you a look and wiped your tears away with his tongue. "My angel's crying? Why is that?" He taunt you.
"Please... jaemin, please.." you can't think anymore, it feels like your brain turned into mush, you don't even know what you are pleading for nor realizing that you're pleading.
"Ha... do.. do something.." your voice shaking, body squirming, longing for his touch.
He chuckles before his tongue finally making contact with your pussy, you yelp and unconsciously roll your hips onto his mouth.
"Stop fucking moving. Or you're not gonna get a thing." He menaced. You just pant, nodding quickly at his direction.
"Words." Jaemin said sternly. "Yes. Please-" you choked on your voice and tone was so desperate that you felt highly mortified at yourself. But you can't help it. You want him.
Jaemin finally flattened his tongue on your folds and licked a stripe before he sucked the whole of it. He’s doing it so passionately that it makes you keep squirming and slowly losing your mind, but the strength of his hands that keep you grounded is just incomparable with yours.
“Jaemin, please fuck me..” your patience finally ran out.
He glanced at you between your legs. "What a cockslut. You want a dick in your hole so bad, don't you?"
"Y-yes," you let out a sigh. "Want you, daddy. Need you to fill me up to the brim. Make me feel so stretched out and full, want you to use me as you pleased," you threw away your shame and testing the waters.
You do want to try having this kind of thing with jaemin someday, he's always been soft and gentle when it's come to sex, and you didn't expect that the thing is happening at the most unexpected situation.
Fuck it.
Jaemin cursed under his breath hearing the pet name. He then manhandle you so you're laying on your stomach and slowly bottom up without a warning. He started to thrust in a painfully slow pace that got you mewl out loud. You can feel how big he is, the girth, the veins that are popping out from every graze of his cock on your tight wall.
"H-harder.. please... jaemin-"
Spank.
He slap your ass and then stop thrusting. "Hm? I thought you'd like it to be slow? You're enjoying this a little bit too much, don't you think, angel?"
You just nod your head weakly, you feel like your energy is drained. Another tears rolling down your temples. "I- i don't want you to go slow,"
"You don't like it slow? Then tell me how do you want to be fucked. Beg for it."
"Please please please please jaemin i need you, need you to fuck me hard and good," you pant, "please be rough with me," you glance behind your shoulder, eyes locked with jaemin and he hissed at your lewd ment.
Jaemin groans, dying to control himself on not fucking you hard, he shallowly thrust in a slow motion, enjoying himself to seeing you helpless like this a lil bit too much as well.
"Whose this pussy belongs to?"
"You. Yours. I'm yours. I love you-"
Jaemin finally thrust hard and deep, leaving just the tip in your opening, only for him to thrust back into you powerfully, reaching to the deepest place of your hole that got your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "That's right. You're mine."
"Mine," thrust. "Mine," another thrust. "Mine," thrust, as the tip of his length reached your sweetest spot that made you whine and moan deliciously.
"Hmph- jaemin, so, fucking- deep, so- big, hmph-" your words muffled, your drools and tears staining the sheets underneath you.
Jaemin lift your waist so you're on your knees, hands clawing at your hips as he thrust in an inhuman pace that your whole body gave up and slumped onto the sheets while he manage to use his strength to keep your ass lifted for him as he fuck you harder.
Your face is a mess, hair's tangled, your high pitched moan and scream can be heard by anyone else near his apartment at this point, and his neighbour is probably gonna complain for the nuisance, but you two couldn't care less.
"Just like that, angel, cry for me." You're so close to your mind blowing orgasm that you clenched firmly around him, but then he stopped.
"Fuck... jaemin.." you're literally shed tears at his edging, sobbing painfully when you're begging and apologizing to him.
"I'm sorry, just- please. I should've told you first about me and jeno before you-" your words vanished as he shoved you harshly onto the mattress. You feel like you can't breathe but at the same time you don't understand why you are liking the feeling so much.
"Don't. Say. His name. While. I fuck you. Slut." Your tears just won't stop flowing from your eyes to your cheeks, spreading to all over your face. You breathe heavily, a sorrowful pain and guilt clutching at your chest but you still feel aroused at the same time.
Jaemin's heart sink a little at your fucked up state, he tucked your hair and give you a kiss on your eyes, nose, then lips before he continue to fuck you senseless.
"Say my name," jaemin demands. "Say it."
"Jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin!" He pound into you again, precisely and forcefully, he fuck you so good that you can feel your orgasm is coming again anytime soon.
Jaemin groan as he steadily plunge into you, head tossed back and his mouth never stop degrading and praising you at the same time.
"So pretty. You're driving me crazy, you know that, slut? That's why you fuck jeno behind my back huh? To drive me even more crazy?"
"No! I'm sorry!" You manage to scream, his words just made you feel even more guilty.
"My pretty whore. Want me to use you as i pleased, hm? You're lucky cause i'm gonna do as you wish."
Jaemin's name is just like a spell to you before your mind goes blank and you bawling as you came. You're a blubbering mess, your body jolting as you recovering from your high while jaemin keep thrusting into you sloppily, which both of you know he's also close from coming undone.
"Jaemin..." you manage to call his name as he chasing his own high, "inside... please cum inside me.." is the last thing he need to hear from you and he finally spurting his seed inside, he groaned out loud as he shallowly thrusted until he finished emptying his load that overflowed onto your thighs.
When you thought that he's finished, you were dead wrong.
He flipped you onto your back, you gasped as he touch your folds and pushing back his cum into your gushing pussy to take all of what he gave to you. He then lift both of your thighs until your ass is levitating, giving your upper legs kisses and sucked harshly, marking it. He can see that your pussy's clenching and then he sneers, "someone's eager tonight."
"No.." you feel like you're about to pass out from over sensitivity if he keep going, but you don't even realize that your body is still begging for his touch.
"No?" Jaemin put your legs down, he slap your inner thigh and knead it before spreading the remaining essence with his fingers; yours and his to all over your pussy. And then he eat you out. You scream in silence at the contact of his tongue against your heat as he lapping and sucking on your clit. He shoved his tongue and prod at your entrance, got your face all contorted and hands covering your mouth, head thrown back. He cleaned your pussy up and sucked hard for the last time before letting go with a loud pop.
"Fuck, you said 'no' yet your cunt won’t stop dripping from arousal," he drag his thumb up and down your slit, and you jolt from the over stimulation. "So fucking wet for me.. guess your pussy's more honest than your mouth, hm? Tell me about it."
You sigh in loss, "y-yes, only for you, nana, please," scratch that, you want him all over you for the rest of the night.
"I'm gonna hold you all night."
Oh boy, just as he can read your mind.
Jaemin lining himself at your entrance, teasing your clit and folds with the tip of his length for a good minute. You’re sighing out loud from feeling so good as well as being slightly frustrated. You can’t stand his tease anymore, so you started to fuck yourself into jaemin’s cock. Good thing he didn’t oppose.
“Look how needy you are.. can’t get enough of my dick, isn’t that right, princess?” Jaemin stay still in his place while you’re rolling your hips vigorously, body hovering while your palms supporting your weight. “Y-yes, love your cock, s-so much,” you said as your eyes shut.
“Angel, come and ride my dick.” Jaemin hold your waist and you sit down before immediately grab his shoulder and straddle him, devouring his lips feverishly before sinking down into his cock and start moving rapidly. “So big, so fucking deep, hmh- feels so good, nana,” you moan out loud.
Jaemin suck at your nipples and leaving some fresh marks around your cleavage, feeling satisfied at his doing. “So fucking pretty.”
“J-jaemin..” you stutter, feeling your body and legs giving up after riding him for a while, jaemin takes the cue as he softly push you so you’re falling on your back and he started to pound into you again.
He hiss as he piston in and out, groaning at the sight of his cock swallowed by your soak as fuck pussy that it dripped down your thighs.
Skin against skin clapping; your needy moan; and jaemin's grunt that heard all over the four walls are the only sound which is sinfully echoing through jaemin’s apartment.
“Pussy’s so tight. So wet. Only for my use. Mine,” he praised you in the most lewd way possible that got you dizzy, then you started to feel an overwhelming sensation in your lower stomach.
"Jaemin, i’m gonna cum!”
"Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for me.” Your eyes rolled and you saw stars, back arched from the mattress, clenching incredibly hard at jaemin’s cock that got him released inside you not long after. Jaemin stay still with heavy breathing after he rode his orgasm and bend down to nip at your earlobe as he breathed,
"You're mine, and i'm not gonna let you go for anyone else, not even jeno."
-
“I was actually jealous when i know you fuck jeno.” Jaemin admit between the after care (you should’ve not surprised cause he just fuck your brains out quite literally after he said he was okay (??)) Also not even expecting that he’d proceeds a jealous or angry sex or whatever in between the case.
But more for your surprise, you did not expecting jeno to told jaemin that you two fucked behind him. Ugh, your head feels heavy when the thought of jeno crushing your brain again.
It turns out that jeno and jaemin are good friends. Jaemin actually knows you since jeno ever talked about you in the past when you guys were in high school. It's so funny how fate works. You do believe in fate and that's why you're a hopeless romantic (tmi).
“He said that he was sorry, that he doesn't want to ruin your relationship with me and he thought it’s the best for all of us to talk and sort things out. His morals say that it was wrong and decided to told me before everything gets worse. Also to keep our precious friendship i guess?” Jaemin explained. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. Jeno that prick..” (he's just jealous, guys).
You sigh loudly. “I’m sorry, jaemin. And i'm sorry that you have to know about uhm that, from jeno's mouth before i did. You know, jeno is my best friend. My soulmate. I just can feel it. It just feels so right when i'm with him, you know?"
Jaemin stares at you when you started to give him a story telling about jeno.
"Jaemin, if i had to be honest.." you nip your bottom lip nervously before continuing, "i love him so much.. like.. more than friends. And i love you too. So much that my heart aches.” You look at him with doe eyes, trying to read his face but failing. "I.. i apologize that i ruined everything, i'm sorry," you exhale weakly, jaemin catches you when your tears roll down your cheeks again.
He inhale then exhale deeply. If that's how you're feeling, what can he do to stop you from feeling it? Who are jaemin to control a feeling that does not even belong to him?
You smile bitterly at jaemin. "Jaemin, it's okay if you want to leave me. After all, you don't deserve someone whose heart is branched for two people at once." Jaemin just stares at you with the same gaze, his face clearly tells that he is somehow disheartened, but you really don't know what he's thinking inside. "I don't deserve you. You're too good for me." Your voice started to shake. "And i'm evil. I'm sorry that i.." you stop for a while before continuing a word that never gonna escape from your mouth in the first place. "You know what, never mind. It's me. The problem is me." You shake your head. “I guess this is the end. It’s over. We’re over.”
Jaemin's eyes widen, he immediately grab your wrist, jaw clenching hard. "What do you mean?" His low voice was full of disapproval.
You let out a chuckle. "Now you're talking to me. You heard me. I'm gonna leave because i think that would be the best for the three of us. See? I told you, i'm evil. I'm selfish, jaemin, i-"
"Don't. Ever say that again." He snapped and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly that you could barely breathe. "I don't want you to leave. How can you say things like that?" He brush your crown of head and burying his nose between your hair. "Who says that you can leave me, hm?" His voice got softened that it is almost sound like a whisper.
"You heard me when i said that i already knew you back then, right? You might not know me, and i might not know you properly, but one thing i know is, i already liked you since i first saw you." You can feel that he smile fondly while he's talking. You close your eyes with furrowed brows and listen to every word that came out from his mouth, your chin resting on his shoulder as he shared his warmth with you.
"You keep talking, so i thought i'm just gonna hear it until you finished. Definitely not expecting the last one though." He chuckles, then let you go from the hug to cup your cheeks. "I didn't say that i mind you to having feelings for jeno. Did i say that i don't want you anymore because you have feelings for him? You're making assumptions on your own, y/n. I'm not gonna let you go even if you love someone else other than me." He said as he brushed another freshly stain of your tears from your cheek.
"But jaemin, you don't understand. I love both of you. And i don't think i'm gonna turn either of you down."
"I know." He answered sternly.
Jaemin is looking at you right in the eyes. One another maintaining eye contact as fighting for a domination. And finally you know that he understands.
"Oh." You uttered.
"Yeah."
Jaemin cock an eyebrow. "Still want to break up with me?"
You pressed your lips together and hum. "Nope."
"No?"
"No..?"
Jaemin snuggled into the crook of your neck and bite in awe. “You’re so fucking cute.”
You giggled, “you know, you’re so sexy when you’re swearing.”
“I just happened to know about it not long ago.” You hug jaemin tightly, burying your face in his chest and arms. Moreover, you realized that you never felt this happy in your whole life before.
“You know, you could actually confess to jeno first if he was that dense.” Jaemin spare a glance to you. "But glad that you didn’t though. And thank god that you two weren't that senseful. Can’t imagine if you’re ended up with jeno and not me this whole time.” Jaemin smiles in victory.
#cause we really need more of jaemin smut#nct hard hours#nct dream hard hours#nct smut#jaemin smut#jaemin hard hours#nct dream smut#nct drabbles#nct imagines#nct scenarios#jaemin x reader#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#nct dream drabbles#nct dream imagines#jaemin#na jaemin#nct dream#nct dream scenarios#nct fanfic
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hm! I had a painful idea, because I'm currently incapable of not thinking about saeyoung choi for more than five seconds.
so the notorious days in the apartment. I'd definitely have some issues after a while bc I've been ditched by people I thought were close friends more than once in the past.
Imagining just. Finally getting sick of his shit and not wanting to keep throwing myself against a wall if, maybe... he's telling the truth? It's... not fair to either of us to try and force him into something he doesn't want. Finally looking at him and going, "If you want me to go away for good, look me in the eye and tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me, that you don't want me around, not even as a friend. Not that you think it's not safe, that it's 'better' for me to stay away--but that you, Luciel, don't want me around. Look me in the eye and say it, and I'll stay out of your way. I've spent too long chasing people who don't want me."
But we all know Saeyoung is a shit liar when it comes to his loved ones. We all know he can't do it. Even when he's pretending not to care, he's painfully transparent once you know what to look for
"Look me in my eyes and tell me this was nothing but a game to you. Tell me you were playing pretend from the start and none of this ever meant anything to you. I promise you, Seven, I'll leave and never look back... as long as you look me in the eyes when you tell me you never once thought anything about me... about us."
Saeyoung couldn't.
He couldn't look you in the eyes even if he wanted to.
That's because deep down all he wanted was to be with you without fear of losing you just like he lost his brother.
There was no way for him to explain that to you, nor was there a way for him to understand it outside of the alarm bells burning in his brain the longer you stood him by his side and he saw visions of you being tortured within an inch of your life all because you loved him… and it wasn’t a sin he wanted you to carry. Why was loving him something that brought pain to others?
In that moment, he has no answers, just pain.
He trusted someone with the most important thing in his life, and that person failed not only him but his brother as well. He doesn't know the how or why, all he knows is that because he did everything in his power to try and do the right thing by his brother, people took advantage of the situation and that could happen again.
He's made a lot more enemies than the big bad that's been waiting in the background his entire life. The idea of his brother suffering even more, and you facing any amount of agony makes him want to run away, far, far away, so it could never happen to you to begin with. It might be horrible to run away, and it might be even worse to face everything head-on, but he's the kind of person who would rather risk himself than put his loved ones in danger.
Even if it means he has to go the rest of his life without ever knowing the love he wants.
Do you want to be the only problem with that plan?
The only problem with that plan is that no matter how much he tries to lie to your face, he can never lie good enough to make you believe that he wants to run away. You see right through him and that's the scariest part.
He wants somebody to see him for who he is, but when somebody sees who he is, they see all of the pieces, not just the parts he would rather have on display. If you can love him like that, he knows he won't be able to leave you behind, but if you get hurt, how can he live with himself? He can't... he knows he can't. So, be bounces back and forth, lying through his teeth until he realizes he can't run away no matter how much he wants to.
But until the moment he decides he's ready to admit what he wants, you will see nothing but shame in his eyes... shame and tears. Tears that never spill but bubble up as if they've been there for years with nothing to let them fall.
#mod kait#ask#mystic messenger#mysme#mysticmessenger#mm#saeyoung choi#luciel choi#choi luciel#seven#707#seven mystic messenger#seven mysme#seven mm#mm seven#mysme seven#mystic messenger seven
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Last Love, I'll Need
Pannacotta Fugo x Gn! Reader
just a quick lil thing for Fugo bc he deserves so much love
this is inspired by the song Kissing in Cars by Peirce the Veil
(If you couldn't tell i love this song i have so many drafts like this)
If anyone had told Fugo he'd be head over heels for someone he would have laughed. In Fugo's case he would not believe it, he didn't think he had time for something as trivial and useless as love. But now, the time he spent with you it's different, suddenly something as trivial and dumb as love was the most important thing to him. Because of you, his future had meaning, he learned there were more emotions other than anger, And he could no longer imagine it without you if you weren't in his future it was meaningless.
Fugo worries that one day he may say the wrong thing and that you'd leave him for it. He tries his best to be as cautious as possible, he truly loves you. He just can't lose you. He has been pretty close to losing you because of something he said, a small muttered comment in the heat of the moment of small things as such. But every time that happens Fugo tries his hardest to make you forgive him, And once you do He always tries his best to remain careful and not make the mistake ever again. Fugo hates to see you upset because to him you're like his other half.
He is constantly talking to the rest of the gang about you. “Awh little fugo seems to be in love” Mista had said, teasing him with a cheeky grin, if it weren't for how flustered he was he would have stabbed him with the fork in his hand. “I'll gladly take my spot for best man at your wedding now. after all, if it weren't for me you wouldn't have met her’’ narancia said giving him a playful wink. “Oo a wedding? Am I invited? "Giorino joined in the teasing.
Wait wedding?
Fugo hadn't exactly thought that far yet, but he’d be lying if he said the idea of you walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding gown didn't make his heart pound in his chest. The more he thought about it the more he realized you were the one. The one he wanted..no, the one he needed to spend the rest of his life with, the person he wanted by his side for as long as he lived.
Fugos love for you was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things he has ever felt. As long as he had you he knew that everything was alright, and that he could rely on you and you can do the same for him.
#fugo x reader#fugo pannacotta#fugo headcanons#goldenwind#jjba#jojo#jojobizarreadventure#jojosbizarreadventures#jojonokimyounabouken#fugo#fugo x gn! reader
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Hi! I hope you’re doing well and that your trip is good and fun. But holy shit, i hope you and your partner manage to stay covid free! I’m sending some healing thoughts to your SIL since covid absolutely sucks!
Also a few things i do have to say because you need to know (most of them i was told to tell you guys): we went to the doctor yesterday and he was proudly wearing his new shirt. Everyone found it hilarious and accurate portrayal of him/his year. And then he told the whole office (2 doctors and 3 nurses) that he is now famous on the internet because i told bunch of people about him watching the show. And the doctor who is in charge of his case (the guy who did the surgery lol), looked at me, pointed at him and slowly went ‘you made him other people’s problem?’ And my brother proudly said ‘Yes, she did! *realized what was said* heeeeey, i can be quite a delight, just ask the people on the no porn site’ (yes, that is how he told them about tumblr). And my brother wanted me to let you all know that his cast has to stay on for another week, so he is very sad about that BUT the big news that he immediately looked at me (in the office in front of them btw) and went ‘you gotta tell my new homies about this’ was that in two weeks he has his final check up with his surgeon bc he wants to do all tests one last time and then if all is good which they believe will be, he can officially go home and back to his whatever tf normal life is for him. So looks like I’m losing my two roommates soon. Shit will be boring ngl.
Then the other more important thing! My brother had your blog opened on his tag, but i guess he went to check out the rest of the blog because he walked in this morning and went ‘did you fucking know that they write stories?! About Brian and Blondie? WHAT IS THIS? AND THERES SO MANY FUCKING COOL GIFS TOO. LIKE SHIT TON OF THEM! I saw one where Gale was talking in that interview about Prom and Blondie from that panel and then there were gifs from the episode and behind the scenes with it! That had to take for fucking ever! Do people just make them all the time? See? when *puts out one hand* Fandom and *puts out the other hand* love, come together *puts his hands together* beautiful things come to life.’
So he is currently going through your ao3/bookmarks but i did tell him to read your other fics before the new one.. Btw he didn’t move from the couch for a few hours after he discovered it. His favorites so far are: we didn’t know we could reach the stars (he thought that one was a very accurate portrayal of what Brian and Justin would be like if the writers didnt ruin it), clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them (he really enjoyed that one btw. He especially thought the ‘not the first boy to jerk off to thoughts of Brian in this bed’ was clever as fuck and literally went ‘ooohhh shit’ when he read it)
and Youre like a tattoo (he gasped when he realized the plot and went ‘ITS REVERSED!’). And when he finally made it to your new fic he fucking lost it (he had a tiny report on it)
I did show him your replies from previous messages and here’s the message from the guy himself (read this as if youre listening to a very caffeinated person pacing up and down, for accurate pov): I was a breath of fresh air for them? Fucking hell, so this fandom is in like a hibernation, huh? I’m fucked, aren’t I? Well anyway, thank you stranger for very sweet words. I fuck with this person! I think we’d be friends. I FUCKING LOVE LITTLE EDIE! Me and (his best friends name) always quote the ‘It was quite the scandal actually. It was in all the magazines at the time’ in Jinx’s voice whenever some random shit is asked. Them and their spouse sound like they’re fucking fun to be around. Wait you gotta tell them I read the stories they wrote, i’m still reading other people’s shit, i have a lot to catch up to. But that one that isn’t done yet is fucking brilliant. I mean they all are but I read that one twice! I had to watch the reunion episode from season 3 because it made me all nostalgic when they got back together. It’s exactly how I’d like the show to be. Its nice to read and go mhm thats my bri bri, unlike in the show where it was not my bri but an imposter. I also very much fuck with older Brian who has a beard and glasses. Because he looked pretty as fuck in that little comic con video. I’m excited to see how they end it and i really really hope that they had fun writing these stories because i had a lot of fun reading them. Anyway, tell them, they’re fucking cool, their stories are fucking dope, i also really liked that one about them sharing their clothes AND THE ONE WHERE BLONDIE WAS THE SUGAR DADDY! I fucking told you that will happen..i was just wrong as to where. And im glad to see that the *lifts his cast* ally, is catching on.
PS, we both got all ‘awwww’ and a little emotional ngl, when we read your response how you’ve been thinking of us while writing. And just so you know we spent all day today discussing your fics (when he got to the cliffhanger, he went ‘i am once again being teased just like with the love confession’) and some other fics from other creators that he read and enjoyed. The man is in awe. Every time he’d read a new chapter/fic he goes ‘this is the best thing ive read’ over and over.
Hello hello hello dear sweet anon and brother anon!
Thank you for your well wishes. My SIL tested negative this morning so we are officially in the clear (and can abandon our masks). I think we did a good job being responsible within the circumstances. Luckily, my SIL’s symptoms never got bad and the cold I arrived with (was it a cold or an intense allergic reaction to cleaning my apartment and kicking up all that dust?) never evolved into anything more unpleasant.
I love that we’re not the people on the “no porn site.” And we do all think he’s delightful. I’m glad he’s recovering well and can soon live independently from you but I imagine life will be a lot quieter and less chaotic without him and feline BriBri.
Yes! Gifs allow us to relive every moment of the series, draw parallels etc. Let’s give a hand to @sophsun1 who is basically carrying the fandom on her back with her beautiful gifs.
I am absolutely floored by his reaction to my fics. Thank you so much for passing along the kind words he had. I’m glad he like the 5+1 clothes sharing fic (I have such a soft spot for it), and We Didn’t Know We Could Reach the Stars is such an overlooked fic (I forget I wrote it!). AND of course Tattoo was my beloved fic this year.
The fandom isn’t in hibernation so much as it is small and basically zero new content has been released in eons and so it is a small fandom with nowhere near the works produced that large currently or recently active fandoms have (tbh those fandoms intimidate me - I will read GO fic but joining a discord or writing fic in there? so scary!).
“It was quite the scandal really…” is the other quote I say to my spouse on hair wash / hair turban days! I like to think we *are* fun to be around. Especially if quote RPDR S5 is your idea of fun. Then we’re a blast!
I do have fun writing fics. I bitch and moan and complain, but I love writing them and getting to put them out into the world. I’m even more excited to write and post the last chapter of Fireflies now that I know your brother has read it. And I’m delighted to hear that he thinks I kept his beloved BriBri in character (if we ignore WTF happened to his character in S5).
I’m honestly a little bit emotional from your PS. I write fics because I love to write them but hearing that you’re sitting around discussing them? I love writing them but I do want an audience (otherwise I wouldn’t publish them) and there are fics out there that I feel that way about (written by other people) so for my fics to be that to someone… just, I need a moment and a tissue.
*makes fist* ally
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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I know you're not gonna answer this publicly and that's fine, but the CF issue has been so obscured, people forget what they're fighting for. The amount of money the IDF receives from Curseforge is NOTHING compared to the money the receive from EA. So, by continuing to purchase and play EA products, everyone is contributing to the IDF way more than CF ever could. paying for your meds is more important than being woke on the internet. Everyone is a hypocrite.
I'm gonna answer it bc I'm genuinely curious- does the IDF receive money directly from EA in any way? Like, is there a record of that? Of course, they're definitely doing it through this partnership with Overwolf- they've made Curseforge more popular and brought them probably millions in ad revenue. But is there something other than that I haven't heard about? My searching since you sent this ask hasn't turned up anything, but you sound like you're referencing something I don't know.
As for the rest of your ask... well. There is some measure of hypocrisy in just about everything we do, I think. I believe I mentioned it in my initial post, but life is a balancing game. People no doubt go too far on the internet to compensate for their lack of action and sense of helplessness irl, that is a fact. But, you know, it's complicated. There's a lot of people here that just genuinely want to do the right thing. They're not trying to be hypocritical, they're trying to do what's right in a world where that seems hopeless. When it feels like you can do nothing irl, feeling like you can actually control right and wrong online is somewhat comforting. I'm speaking from personal experience here.
But the internet does have a habit of making every wrongdoing seem like the worst thing that's ever happened, ever, and it's easy to get swept up in that. Everything is like, in extremes, you know? You're either a good person or the worst person ever to live. All or nothing. So in your want to do good, you tend to only consider other people good if they are in the extreme- that is to say, they do everything right the first time, never have a bad take, never need to grow or change. "Good" people are put on a pedestal, and as soon as they fall, no matter by how small the transgression, they become "bad" and irredeemable. And to bad actors, they also become acceptable to mock and harass, which is another problem. But the people reacting are not all the same people with the same values, and they're not all doing it for the same reasons.
I don't think the issue has been become obscured, exactly, and I don't think it's because of hypocrisy at its core. First, I think there's a lack of information. People may not be looking to EA because they simply don't know the extent of their partnership with CF, and/or just aren't thinking about it like that. They see a post that says Overwolf funds the IDF and to boycott, and they do it, not much deeper than that. I think that's the primary and most innocent reason, and I think most people are in this category and genuinely well-intentioned. But secondly, there is some hypocrisy involved, because... well, they may just not want to boycott EA. Whether because of convenience, laziness, or the cognitive dissonance involved with realizing a lot of their favorite creators/influencers are therefore implicit. It's a lot easier to ignore the actions of people you really like than it is for those you dislike or don't really know of. Or they are a creator that is benefiting heavily from staying in EA's pocket. Finally, the smallest subsection of people in this example are people arguing in bad faith for whatever reason- those that just want a reason to attack someone, are trolling, or want to make themselves look or feel good. They're the minority, but they're loud... and some of them are unfortunately popular for some reason. Which magnifies their opinion. But all of these different types of people mix together, and that is what we see.
There's never going to be a perfect solution to this, but I think your concerns can be addressed partially by one thing: knowledge. If more people know EA's role and really think about it, the first category I mentioned- genuine, well intentioned people- will become on board with boycotting them the same way they're doing Overwolf. Will it affect the hypocritical people, trolls, and other bad actors? No, of course not. But it will help for those that genuinely believe in what they're saying and doing. I think reminding people to have a little bit more empathy will also help, in regards to the all-or-nothing attitude of the internet. It doesn't hurt to give people grace and remember that they can be struggling, too. That's why I (obviously) don't hate the creators that were/are still on CF. I don't know them, their lives, or their struggles. I hope that they'll eventually boycott, but if they don't, I'm not going to harass them. Just like I don't harass the workers at McDonald's or Domino's for working to support themselves and their families. I don't blame them for what the corporations they work for are doing. And I'm hoping others will eventually see it that way, too.
#asks#anonymous#ceci speaks#the curseforge issue#curseforge boycott#this got long for no reason#u didn't ask for this just like all of my other nonnies#but this is what u get#a book#nonny complaints#negative
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Any tips on traveling alone? I would love to do it, but I get super anxious alone out of nowhere sometimes ☠️
oof, okay so, I really need to disclaimer a question like this with a couple of pretty important things:
I am a white woman
I am 5'10
I mean-mug the living hell out of people
those factors don't prevent things from happening to me while out on the road, but it is exceptionally rare that I get bothered at all. I also just don't think people really give much of a shit if you're in the right areas.
my biggest rules for the sake of simplicity:
at least one person knows where I'm going. preferably, it should be multiple and you should ask them to be available in the event of an emergency. this is one of those cases where I firmly believe you need to be able to be an inconvenience to people in your life.
in the same vein as above, my specific person knows where I'm going, a general idea of how long I'll be there (sometimes it varies depending on how wild I'm feeling), and it's preferable that they know where you're staying, things you're planning to do, and it's even better if you can regularly keep in contact with them while traveling. I have one friend who will do voice msgs with me while I'm out on the road overnight. if you're able to provide actual timelines—that's better.
only stop in safer areas. I am talking about rest stops, I am talking about very large gas/truck stations such as wawa and sheetz. if you're traveling to an area where you have no choice but to stop somewhere kinda "eh", always stay vigilant to your surroundings and know where your exits are at all times.
do not leave your vehicle unattended for ANY amount of time w/o locking it first. it's more about theft than someone slipping into your backseat, but yeah. you don't need to come back from a dump to find something missing.
do not tell strangers where you're going no matter how nice they are, or if they're insistent. lie. lie. lie. most folks are able to sniff out travelers and tourists pretty easily, so keep that in mind.
I don't really do this bc if someone bothers me, I'll crack their necks, but if you NEED to sleep in your vehicle (e.g. rest stop nap or smth), it's a smart idea to invest in blankets or window covers to block out people from seeing inside at YOU and/or what you have inside.
honestly—be unsociable. don't be a mean-mugging dick like me; be cordial and polite, but don't give people an opening to press for questions or to keep a conversation going/follow you around.
it's a very smart idea to map out your route beforehand and know what's on the way (rest stops, gas stations, fast food) so you're not putting unnecessary stress on yourself. I, truthfully, almost never do this and can't say I regret it, but I have been inconvenienced a few times.
gps like waze and google maps are fairly reliable these days, but always always always alwaaaaaays pay attention to the road signs and detours. sometimes, gps does miss things and this limits the chance of getting lost or turned around or adding time.
now, this is probs controversial being a woman traveling solo, but I prefer to travel at night. yes, there is a lot of risk of doing that, however, I do it to save myself time and miss major interstate traffic. I have, personally, never had any issues doing this. all major gas stations/truck stops will be open; small town/rural areas will be unlikely.
P L E A S E actually plan your trip. I take spontaneous day trips and night drives all the time with no goal, but if you're long-distance traveling, it is absolutely worth dedicating the time to creating at least a rough itinerary so you're not wasting time, gas, resources.
you do not need eight outfits. you only need as many outfits as days you'll be traveling—maybe one extra in case of an accident or something. do pack extra underwear tho bc u just never know 👀
I use those little travel bottles for my skincare, haircare, body care and only take a very small satchel for my makeup essentials. be realistic about what you take with you. I understand that there's always the "maybe", but you ain't gonna have the extra hands to lend you a hand with all the heavy stuff. pack essentials, if you desperately need anything else, pick it up along the way.
I always pack/buy snacks bc I don't always want to stop unless I need gas and to pee, like, simultaneously, y'know? I try to maximize driving time, minimize stopping time. we're usually on a time crunch; we gotta get there *snaps fingers*.
I always bring/buy several bottles of water, but I drink cautiously so I don't gotta stop constantly.
I suggest setting a very loud, stimulating traveling playlist so keep you alert. when you're on the road in the middle of the night w/ nothing around you and it's just going on and on and on, that's when you start running into trouble. I also tend to find a lot of new music I like during my trips bc I constantly scroll.
keep Tylenol, ibuprofen, Pepto, menstruation meds, menstruation supplies on hand just in case. I've had it happen lmao. I usually also get headaches bc of staring at the road and LED headlights shining in my eyes
I always have a blanket and travel pillow stashed away in my car for comfort. heating pads are amazing for your back and neck after driving long hours.
DO NOT take longer road trips by yourself until you get your vehicle thoroughly checked out, oil changed, brakes, ect ect. I always bring my vehicle in and have the mechanics stare me in the eyes and tell me my vehicle is safe for the drive. any good, reputable mechanic is not going to risk their reputation to lie to you about something like that.
uhhh this isn't all, but it's a good start. I think traveling solo as a woman is fun to do, but there is definitely risk involved. the idea is to be cautious and safe to minimize events from happening.
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(Compilation of my incorrect quotes on ao3 so far.)
Philip Schuyler: How's the sexiest person here~?
Catherine VR Schuyler: I don't know how are they~?
Philip flustered: I-
Gertrude from across the room: I'm doing great thanks!
Toddler Eliza: Hey! Let Mommy and Daddy firt!
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Toddler Eliza Holly Ham after Hammi’s death: Momma are you alright? You’re scaring us..
Elizabeth: I’m fine love don’t worry
AJ(Alexander Hamilton JR): Ma no you are not I know you well enough to know you’re not.
Elizabeth: Okay dang you don’t have to call me out like that-
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(This one is 20 and 21 respectively year old Pip and Kitty)
Catherine VR Schuyler: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives
Phillip Schuyler: I wake up at 4:30 AM
Catherine VR Schuyler:
Catherine VR Schuyler: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives
Cat VR Schuyler: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated
Philip Schuyler making jazz hands: Killed without hesitation
Cat VR Schuyler: Philip my darling husband-
Gertrude: Pip my darling baby brother-
Philip Schuyler: I’m literally like 3 years younger than you Gert.
Gertrude ignoring that Pip cut her off: We’ve talked about this-
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Angelica sitting next to Cat VR Schuyler: You can’t just set all your problems on fire
Elizabeth holding Alexander’s letters to her: You’d be surprised how many things are flammable dearest Annie
Cat VR Schuyler hugging Elizabeth: Betsy no burning the letters from Alexander. I swear to goodness
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Series of Unfortunate Events!Gertrude: Now now Schuyler orphans-
SOUE!Angelica(AKA Violet): Don’t call us orphans. We may be orphans but we’d prefer you didn’t call us that.
SOUE!Eliza(AKA Klaus but he’s female): Yes exactly
SOUE!Peggy(Sunny but she’s 12): *Hums in agreement*
Fanny Hamilton walking into her and her husband’s house: Hello people who do not live here.
Eliza Holly Ham: Hey.
Alexander Hamilton JR: Hi.
Philip Hamilton: Hello.
Elizabeth Hamilton: Hey!
Fanny Hamilton: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Eliza HH: We were out of Doritos
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Gertrude: WHY. Why did you give Phil a KNIFE?!
Cat VR Schuyler: I’m sorry. He said he felt unsafe.
Gertrude: Now I feel unsafe!
Cat VR Schuyler: I’m sorry.
Cat VR Schuyler: ... would you like a knife?
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Cat VR Schuyler: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Angelica: Rude.
Lillybet(AKA Elizabeth I nicknamed her that bc I can): That’s fair.
Philip Schuyler: Not again.
Alexander Hamilton SR: Are you going to want this back?
Cat VR Schuyler: NO-
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SOUE!Angelica: Hey Eliza-
SOUE!Eliza: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.
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Store Worker: Would a Mx. Eliza Schuyler please come to the front desk?
SOUE!Eliza, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: points to SOUE!Angelica and SOUE!Peggy
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
SOUE!Angelica and SOUE!Peggy simultaneously: We got lost :(
SOUE!Eliza: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-
(Klaus seems like the sibling who has to take care of his older and younger siblings. Yes he’s canonically the middle child)
Cat VR Schuyler: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Peggy: Have everyone stand.
Angelica: Bring three more chairs!
Philip Schuyler: The most important ones can sit down.
Elizabeth: Kill three.
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Eliza HH: Everyone synchronize your watches.
Angelica Ham: I don’t know how to do that.
Alexander Hamilton JR: I don’t wear a watch.
Philip Hamilton: Time is a construct.
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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*
Gertrude: Thanks fam!
Peggy: Oh no
Angelica: *cries* I love you too
Philip Schuyler: Sounds fake but okay
Cat VR Schuyler: *A flustered mess*
Elizabeth: can I get a refund?
(This is the one generated by the incorrect quotes generator lmao)
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so heres what happened. right.
1: best girl watched her father (who is a dilf btw that fact is important) cosplay as a medusa victim. thats pretty much the only drama since the rest of her story is straight up shonen anime fight scenes. you do not get betrayed.
2: hey so you watched your best friend/brother in arms kill your king and abandon you without any explanation leaving you to question the entire reason for existing if you cant even protect the one person you swore an oath to protect. hows that survivors guilt workin for you? you got betrayed by your best friend.
3: book man holds the title for “most betrayals” at three different people. half his story is all quirky philosophical shit and the other half is existential philosophical shit that made me want to question the meaning of life. you got betrayed by your boss who turned into a demonic monster, your colleague who turned into an even more demonic monster, and your student who accused you of entering an illicit relationship that got you kicked out of your workplace
4: family trauma, but spice it up with religious shit to keep it fresh. losing your father without ever getting the chance to say goodbye to him. having your sister walk headfirst ballsdeep into a cult because of her grief that youre unable to help her through bc youre on the other side of the world. also you got betrayed. by someone you met at your fuckin church. who tried to use your sister to corrupt your gods holy relic. and also tried to sacrifice a shit ton of people but mostly its about the corruption of the holy relic that will unseal a great evil. your sister also betrays you but to be fair shes brainwashed by a cult so
5. himbo healer coming in debatin the worth of a life, whether or not you should save someone w knowledge that the someone is a shifty piece of shit. figuring out what the entire purpose of your existence is if your actions led to some kid gettin abducted for ransom. dealin with discount rasputin that had every disease on gods green earth; physical and mental. also you got betrayed. twice. once by a colleague who you trusted for the brief time you knew her, another by a man you saved who then proceeded to commit more crimes while thanking you for helping him.
6: best boy with a normal enough story. you know. wandering around without ever a place to call home because of severe trust issues. being blackmailed into working for someone when they straight up cuff you with some magical accessory. going on your little quest to find that the man responsible for ruining your ability to believe in others took the artifacts you need to get out the cuff. oh and every interaction you have with him involves him insulting and belittling you by the way. you got betrayed by your partner, who told you he only kept you around because you were useful and that you meant nothing to him. and then he shoved you off a cliff. still have no idea how you survived but you prolly wished you died there so you dont have to live the rest of your life thinkin about what-ifs huh?
7: your father got stabbed and the only reason why you didnt follow him into the afterlife is bc you want to stab the stabbers first. great. how does it feel watching your only friend die in front of you bc she helped you on your stupid vengeance quest? how does it feel killing the men responsible and feeling nothing? the catharsis you hoped for isnt there. youve bloodied your hands and for what? youre just empty and now youve lost your reason for living. you got betrayed by your childhood friend/maybe lover. the man straight up tells you he missed you, how he searched for you, longed for you, and then stabs you while laughing maniacally. how the only happiness he feels is by watching your misery. oh and he made a play mocking your life. i cried at each and every single one of your chapters.
8: a heartwarming adventure about a young woman who gets inspired to travel the world bc of a reformed pirate she met by happenstance. along the way she meets a friend and rival who pushes her to become the best merchant she can be, participates in a grand auction that showcases her talents, and learns that the greatest treasure she could ever have is her journey and the memories she made along the way. also she gets like a billion dollars. and the story of her adventures inspires someone else to start their own. at the end of it all you return home to two loving parents who welcome you back with open arms. you do not get betrayed
#everyone out here fightin for their lives and green pea is havin a merry little journey lmao#i love you tho#each and every single one of you motherfuckers are in a different genre#octopath traveler#salt speaks
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