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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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2AM | one shot

summary: just like yoongi says - if namjoon wasn’t gonna act on his feelings for you, then why couldn’t you? even if that meant sliding into namjoon’s DMs.

pairing: reader x namjoon

genre: college au | sprinkle of fluff, smut

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, dancing/grinding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, hickeys, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, headboard knocking against the wall and head to the mattress type of rough sex, pillow to the face type of loud sex, backshots, namjoon is a kind fella though and really respects you

note: i’ve been hearing namjoon is/has become people’s bias wrecker lately..... 🤪 this is for you. i’ve tried to make this as realistic and relatable as possible. pls excuse any errors!

The club was awfully packed tonight, you and your friends and a bunch of all your mutual friends tightly pushed against one corner of the club, celebrating whoever's birthday it was - you couldn't fucking remember. You were just there because you knew of the person, but your friends still dragged you out to have a good time.

And, God, you were drunk. You were having a good time. You were already drunk before the club, having pissed on the sidewalk with Yoongi covering you with his jacket while Jin pissed next to you in the alley since there were no bathrooms open to the public at this time.

"Namjoon is here!" You hear Yoongi yell and nudge you. Namjoon had always had a crush on you. You two were friends, had a lot of mutual friends, but it was nothing more of a hi and bye in passing on campus. Occasional small talk, nothing more, nothing less. But, it didn't mean you didn't think he was attractive. Standing almost at 6 ft tall, the man was buff in all the right places and had a smile that could kill from miles away. You just never pressed on it because Namjoon never pressed on it. People teased him about his silly crush on you but he never took it further. He'd call you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen on campus, leaving anonymous comments on the campus' compliment board talking about how your smile was the best one he's ever seen. Everyone knew it was Kim Namjoon. But it was just a silly crush after all, right?

Tonight though, you were thinking of doing other things. Maybe it was this dick drought you had been in, maybe it was the alcohol heightening your attraction to him. Whatever the fuck it was, you wanted it and you were down.

"Aye!" Namjoon comes over to Yoongi and Jin, giving them their daps and hugs before he makes his way over to you. "What's up, Y/N?" He pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here." You chuckled.

"Why not? I like to have fun every so often, too." You nod. It's not like Namjoon hated going out, but he did have a preference of staying in than being at the club. He wasn't at every outing or club event. He'd make it to some if it was really important to his friends, but he'd usually skip out and he'd be teased about it the following week. You liked that about him; that he wasn't the type to be a partier or spend his free time chugging on alcohol. He was one of the smartest guys on campus who was pretty well known and he carried himself well. Dude could run for president and he’d have everyone’s votes, no cap.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're glad I'm here." He joked with that smile of his, dimples piercing his cheeks before he continued his rounds of hello's.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Jin fluttered his eyelashes as he swung back and forth, mocking your tone in tiny causing Yoongi to laugh.

"Fuck off, Seokjin." You shove him.

"Why don't you finally do something about it? You know he likes you.”

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Why can't it be you?" Yoongi asked. "Does the dude always have to make a move?"

"Yeah, and besides, what if he's only doing that because he respects you and thinks you don't like him like that?" Jin butted in.

"I didn't asked to be attacked." Yoongi shrugged.

"Just saying. It doesn't have to be on Namjoon. Maybe he's waiting on you. Don't slip up, fool." He jokes as you shake your head, leading your friends to the bar for another drink to keep your drunkness alive. Yoongi orders three shots of nasty ass Jameson, but you take it anyways because he's your homeboy and the shit was free. He asks for another round, which you almost pass on but you catch sight of your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook.

"Pass it." Yoongi smirks as he passes you another shot glass. You take it to the neck with ease, deciding you'd deal with consequences later. You just wanted to have your fun.

"Hey." Jungkook wraps his arms around you, causing you to shrug him off and push his arms away.

"Jungkook, stop." You used to hate him. You really used to despise the guy, but it had gotten so tiring that you eventually got over it and moved on. You had a good relationship after all, you had a great freshman year even if you started off college in a relationship. But, he didn't want it after a year and a half. He wanted his college freedom, wanted to explore, wanted to get to know the incoming freshmen girls and transfers. So, he eventually stopped trying and that killed you.

But myyyy, have the tables turned. Jungkook wanted you back badly even though you've made it blatantly obvious you were over him.

"Dance with me tonight? You look good." He looks at you up and down, eyeing the tight mini skirt and crop top you had on.

"Maybe.” You look at him like he was crazy. “I'm busy."

"With who?"

"Not with you."

"Come on, baby. Please." Obviously drunk and out of this mind.

"Ew, don't call me that Jungkook. I am not your baby."

"Aw come on, you’ll always be though." He smiles, hugging you once more.

"You got a whole line up, remember? Stop worrying about me." You scoff as you shove him aside, making your way back to your friends.

"The fuck was that about?"

"Jungkook being Jungkook."

"He definitely wants to have his cake and eat it, too."

"Well, that's not gonna fly with me. He needs to go."

"Good. Come on, let's go dance. Maybe Namjoon will come since you don’t wanna do it. Acting all scared and shit."

“Shut up, Yoongi. Just walk.” You laugh. Yoongi nods towards some free space, Jin already welcoming a lady friend onto his lap for a dance. You playfully dance around with Yoongi for a little before you feel him passing you off to pretty boy Park Jimin. You loved dancing with Jimin because lord knows he knew a thing or two about rhythm more than most of these men in the club. Including your friends.

Heh, just kidding.

After a song or two, the latest shots are starting to make their way through your veins, your skin feeling hot and your balance being a little thrown off. Nothing you couldn't handle though, you still knew how to compose yourself well and keep it together.

"Enjoying yourself?" You hear Namjoon come from behind you as you had been standing around by the railings, catching a breather after Jimin had broke you off to those two songs, working up a damn sweat.

"Yeah, are you?" You turn to face him as your arms hung loosely over the railing.

"I meaaaan, I think it could be better." He sips on his drink.

"Stop babysitting your drink, Namjoon." You playfully nudge him.

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just savoring this expensive drink." You roll your eyes and laugh. You watch as he takes another sip, your hand keeping his glass tilted from the end until there's nothing left for him to drink.

"There, that's better."

"You're a bad influence."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. Pretty, and a bad influence." He adds, chuckling while licking his bottom lip. It's silent for a minute as he's eyeing the crowd in front of you, watching people sloppily dance on each other or tongue each other down. Either or, everyone was drunk and feeling up on somebody.

Everyone besides you two.

"Fuck it, let's dance." He suddenly says, grabbing your hand and leading the way to the nearest empty space. He backs himself against the wall, grabbing you by the waist to throw your ass back on him. He grips you tightly as you work him, his hips moving in tandem with yours. If you weren't mistaken, you could feel this entire thing soaking your panties by the minute. The way he had taken initiative and grabbed your hand the way that he did. The way he backed himself against the wall and shoved you onto his crotch area.

You didn't know Namjoon had it in him after he had been shying away from his crush on you. Park Jimin was sliding down the dance pyramid, with Kim Namjoon quickly climbing his way to the top.

Something so innocent had turned intimate pretty quick, your body backed against his now as you slowly worked your hips to Rossi's All I Want, your hand grabbing around his neck. You felt his breath against your skin, his eyes locked on you and only you.

After a couple of dances, you turned to him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He gave you a big, toothless smile, his dimples becoming a huge weakness for you. You being the tease that you are, gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to pull away from his grip.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He jokes as he bites on his bottom lip, his hands slowly slipping down your wrists the more you pull away.

"I don't know, is it?"

"You tell me. Are you going to hit me up to kick it?"

"We'll see." You smirk at him before walking towards your friends, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your hips sway from side to side. After tonight, you knew you wanted Namjoon and he was the goal. No if's, and's or but's.

You and your friends call it a night by the time the club is almost coming to a close. Everyone is rushing to head out and catch their Ubers, but you see no Namjoon in sight. He must have disappeared sometime during the night, and you were too busy with your friends to notice. Which, is a fucking bummer because you wanted to see him before you left, hoping it could flourish into something more than just the dances you shared with him tonight.

You just had to be a tease.

Getting home, you're a little uneasy because you're stuck on the fact that you want something more out of the night and you couldn't get that. You hesitated quite a few times, picking up your phone, then throwing it back onto your bed. Your roommate hadn't gotten home yet, the loneliness kicking in quick.

Fuck it!

You shake your head and grow some balls to hit up Namjoon to see what he was up to at damn near 2AM.

But sike, your ass doesn't even have his number.

"What the fuck, Y/N!" You groan to yourself, quickly pulling up your group chat w/ Yoongi and Jin before you change your mind.

[y/n] 1:52am: ANYBODY HAVE NAMJOON'S NUMBER???

Pure silence for the next 5 minutes.

[y/n] 1:58am: i know none of you two are getting some tonight, where tf are you!

Some more silence.

"For fuck's sake, guys." You whined as you pulled up Namjoon's IG page. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna slip yourself into his DMs?

Absolutely the fuck yes.

x_ynbaby: hi

namjoooonie: :) look who it is

x_ynbaby: sorry this prob looks stupid as fuck but i just realized i didnt have your number

namjoooonie: no biggie. at least ill be able to say y/n slid in my dm's first

x_ynbaby: pls dont start

namjoooonie: how can i help you?

x_ynbaby: what are you up to?

namjoooonie: im about to get ready for bed just like you should be doing

x_ynbaby: excuse you, im grown. i can go to bed when i want lol

namjoooonie: you're grown, ey?

x_ynbaby: yeah i am

namjoooonie: cool, come show me here?

x_ynbaby: kim namjoon, what is that supposed to mean

namjoooonie: it means you come over and watch something with me that isnt pg-13, duh? take it or leave it cutie, ive got some good comedy stand-ups on my list

x_ynbaby: lol send me the address

You laughed out loud. He was so frustratingly cute that you found yourself throwing on your jacket and heading back out to grab an Uber to his place not too far from yours. His roommate was home, but he had been locked up in his room the entire time Namjoon had gotten back. He figured he was already sound asleep, so he had you quietly come up the steps, his hand holding onto yours as you tippy-toed past his roommate's door.

"Fuck, finally. What a journey." He says, shutting his door.

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who was like we'll see." He mocks you, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

"Shut up. Where's your list of comedy stand-ups, huh?" He plops on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

"Right here." He opens his macbook. "This is where all the magic happens."

"Ah, yes. The comedy stand-ups and the porn, right?"

"Yup, especially the porn." You laugh as you playfully shove him aside. He actually begins to play Dave Chapelle's Sticks and Stones, his cute laugh already erupting and echoing throughout his room. You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your body sinking closer to his. Feeling his body against yours had the heat pooling in your core, wanting more from him while you were here. "I can't believe he—" He turns to look at you, your gaze still kept on him. "What?"

"Namjoon, I know this isn't the only thing you were thinking about tonight." You say, almost at a whisper.

"It's not, but I don't wanna disrespect you in any way." He says, in typical Namjoon fashion. You shake your head, your hand on his chest as you slightly push yourself up.

"Handle me." He simply looks at you as you nod. "Handle me like you would, all bullshit aside." He hesitates a bit, his face edging closer to yours.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. We've established that we're grown, right? Show me." You say breathily. As soon as it slips your mouth, Namjoon shoves his laptop aside to wrap his strong arms around you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He gently lays you on his bed as he keeps his lips locked onto yours. The kiss becomes messy, your tongue continuously pushing against his, the sounds of wet kisses now filling his room. You moan into his mouth as he fiddles to remove your joggers, catching a glimpse of him finally removing them and tossing it across his neatly organized room. You pulled away for a quick second to remove his shirt before he removed yours, your hands trailing down his beautiful chest.

"Fuck, taking this off." He says, aggressively unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side to be an eyesore along with your sweats lying on the floor. You giggle as he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline, then welcoming himself to your breasts. He plays with your nipples, his thumb toying with it and gently pinching. You let out a hiss as you feel his tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, his breath causing cold air to linger on them. You watch as he begins to suck on the skin of your breasts, leaving purple-ish marks on either boob.

"Ohhhhshit." You bite onto your bottom lip, so fucking turned on by him and his ways. He makes his way down to your panties, giving your clothed clit a kiss before shoving your panties aside and licking a strip upwards. "Ahhhhh, Namjoon." You breathe.

"Uh huh?" He says, lowering his mouth onto your clit, sucking as his tongue caressed it slowly at the same time. His mouth and tongue are continuing to work in tandem while he slips in two digits, working them in and out to stretch you out.

"Yeah, like that." You moan, your hand is gripping his hair tightly as you jut your hip upwards. Namjoon does a good job holding you down, even as your high approaches. "Ughhhhhhgggfuck!" Your words mesh together as you try to jut your hips upwards once more before you feel yourself unraveling under his grip. You tremble as you coat his fingers, moaning loudly and not giving a damn about his sleeping roommate anymore.

"Shhh, my roommate." He chuckles as he towers over you, careful not to put all his body weight on yours.

"I'm sorry but, gohhhhd." You whine. "Please just fuck me, I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip, watching you twirl your tongue around his wet digits and suck on them, giving yourself a good taste of your pussy.

"Stop." He tilts his head back and shakes his head. "You're gonna make me cum just doing that."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't gotten to feel you, yet. That's what." He says as he removes his beautifully long and thick hardened member from his boxers, his sweats dropping to the floor from his ankles. He pumps himself a few times before he taps it against your folds, teasing you with his tip as he slides it up and down.

"Namjoon, I swear—" You arch your back, feining for more.

"You swear, or what?" He asks playfully, his tip the first to slowly enter inside of you. Your breathing hitches the deeper he goes in, literally having you question whether or not you were gonna be able to take him. "You okay?" You nod silently as you try to position yourself comfortably on him, Namjoon letting out a small groan as he feels you fully envelope him from wall to wall. He starts slow, making sure you were comfortable before he begins to pick up his pace. You grip the sheets as he begins to get aggressive with you, his headboard endlessly knocking on his wall.

He apparently doesn't give a fuck about his roommate either. And here he was, shushing you.

You begin to moan his name loudly, feeling the high approaching you once again.

"Y/N." He whispers, chuckling. He [politely] throws his pillow onto your head, signaling for you to hold onto it and scream into it if need be. Which, you do. "Fuuuck Y/N, you're so hot." He moans under his breath as his thrusts are fast, the sound of skin pounding against skin bouncing off of his walls.

"Joon, I'm cumming again." You moan into the pillow as he slows his thrusts for you, letting out breathy moans as he feels you constricting around him.

"Turn around." He says, you quickly obeying, shooting your ass up with your face down. You wiggle your ass onto his dick, causing him to slightly hiss. He inserts his tip in but allows you to sink onto him yourself. "Godddddamn." He moans as you begin to move your body up and down on his dick, cream lathering the top of it like icing. He gives your ass a good smack, the heat pooling to the area quickly. One hand grips your hips, while the other grips your hair and slightly tugs on it as he takes control and thrusts into you.

"Fuck! Namjoon." You groan as he pulls your hair. Your ass is bouncing off of him, the pain turning into pleasure. Your mouth is agape, no sounds being able to escape as he pounds into you.

"Shit Y/N, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Backshot." You simply say, Joon fully understanding. With the last couple of thrusts, you find yourself constricting around him again, body getting weak and trembling back down into the sheets. His hand pushes your head into the mattress while the other pulls out and pumps his hardened dick, lathering your back in his load. You feel him almost collapse onto you, his hand holding onto your hip as he regulates his breathing.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." He says, grabbing a tissue to wipe your back.

"Why are you sorry?" You laugh as you turn over afterwards.

"It just makes me feel bad, I feel like I'm marking my territory or something."

"I meaaaaaaan." You say, Namjoon's eyes going straight to your breasts.

"Agh fuck, Y/N." He says, feeling bad as he slips on his clothes before handing you yours.

"It's not a big deal.

"I just want you to know that I do value you more than just my territory or whatever that means." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I just mean I value you more than that, okay?" You giggle.

"You're fine, Joon." He smiles toothlessly as he nods, feeling accomplished having gotten his point across.

"So, more comedy stand ups?"

"Boy, you wore me out. I'm going to sleep."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, gonna grab us water. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you." You smile as he shuts his door. You check your phone from your night stand seeing that your friends had finally texted you back.

[yoongi] 2:47am: woops, shit hahahah did you still need it?

[yoongi] 2:47am: and fuck off ok, what if i was getting some?

[jin] 2:49am: he's not. we're not. we just finished playing phasmaphobia thats why we responded late

[yoongi] 2:49am: youre an ass kisser seokjin

[jin] 2:50am: i think y/n is already at namjoons

[yoongi] 2:51am: better tell us about it tomorrow bro @ y/n

[jin] 2:52am: have fun be safe

[y/n] 3:30am: you guys get home from the club and play phasmaphobia? thats why you guys get none

[jin] 3:31am: r u at namjoons or not, this wasnt even about us

[y/n] 3:32am: yes and just got dicked down like the world was ending tomorrow

[yoongi] 3:33am: .........

[yoongi] 3:33am: .......................

[jin] 3:34am: 'whyyyyy does it have to be me' she said

[jin] 3:34am: dick mustve gotten your tongue now

[y/n] 3:35am: Error: 404. This number could not be reached at this time. Try again later.

[jin] 3:36am: lmfao weak, you'll hear from us later today missy

You chuckled to yourself as you heard Namjoon nearing the door. Suddenly, you hear another door open, his roommate's voice faintly echoing in the hallway.

"Dude, can you and your girl be any louder?"

"Sorry Hobi, I thought you were asleep."

"That's the thing, I was." Namjoon laughs.

"Oh shit, my bad. We'll keep it down next time." You watched as he nodded before closing the door. You laughed silently as he handed you a water bottle, scooting himself next to you.

"Yeah Namjoon, be quiet next time."

"Me? You had a pillow and you were still loud."

"Not my fault. Didn't even know you had it in you." You teased.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" He scoffed before gently tickling you.

"It's just, I thought you were forgetting about your little crush on me."

"Want me to show you again?"

"I'm sleep, bye." You laughed as you turned over, your ass comfortably touching his leg while he laid next to you and watched his show.

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kookieswan · 3 years

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Steam

Jimin x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1500 (Exactly teehee)

Genre: PWP, 18+/Smut, Fluffy!

Warning: NSFW content (mentions of masturbation, handjob, fingering, finger sucking/cum eating, shower sex, vaginal sex, sex against the wall, unprotected sex)

Note: I’ve been thinking about a spicy sequel since I wrote Mist. Poor Jimin and MC deserve to have all the spicy fun hehe. This is apart of the Downpour Series! 💙

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Slipping into the bathroom, you giggle a bit to yourself as you take in your boyfriends shadowed form behind the foggy glass of the shower. In the last few days, you’ve done nothing except spend time with him. Mostly cuddling in bed at home, but also watching movies, going on late night snack runs, whatever you could. Now though, you wanted to be close, to feel his skin against yours.

“Can I join you?” You call out stridently over the running water and hear a tiny gasp leave Jimin’s lips. He shuffles around a bit inside of the cubical, stammering around as a bottle falls to the floor. You don’t wait for a response knowing he’s likely going to say yes, and start to slip out of your clothes, letting them pool around you on the floor. With a somewhat shaky voice, he calls back to you over the pitter patter of the falling water, scrambling around to try and pick up the clutter he made.

“I uh- yeah! Of course you can love. Come in.” Jimin pulls the door open a few seconds later and the stream from the shower splays out around your naked form. You step in slowly, carful not to slip as you take in his naked backside. Sliding up behind your boyfriend, you wrap your arms around his lithe from and rest your head against his muscled back.

Jimin hums slightly as you run your hands up and down the top of his stomach. He feels so warm, muscled abs tight under your skin as you feel his body quiver slightly from the contact. Slipping your hands even further down, you pause as you take in the fact that he’s hard. Lips twitching, you bring your arms back, gripping his waist and turning him. His shy grin is a stark contrast to his hard dick, already a pretty pink color as it bobs with his steps.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Was someone a little frustrated” You wanted to have some fun, but it seems he already beat you to the pinch. Jimin whines a bit, hands coming up to cover his face as you laugh and try to pull them away. When he persists, you wrap a soft hand around his member instead, giving it a few gentle tugs. His hands fall then, a groan leaving his body as. His shy eyes run hot now; heated gaze trained on your hand as you continue to pump his cock.

“Hmm can I touch you too baby?’ You confirm that he can, nodding as his hands come up, one to cup your left breast as his other hand dips down toward your slit. Attempting to help him out, you prop a leg up on one of the leges in the shower as the hot water continues to hit your bodies. Jimin finds your clit easily, rubbing in quick circles with his skilled fingers as your speed up your hand. It was filthy, but you wanted him to come on you, all over your stomach, on your tits… on your pussy…

“Ah, slow down love. Wanna play with your more, wanna fuck you…” You do as your told, letting go of him as he continues his assault on your clit. You want it so bad, want to feel him slid his throbbing cock into your pussy, fucking into you hard and fast. Jimin slowed down a bit, sliding his hand from your clit down to your opening, a smug grin coming over his face.

“Look at how we you are, heh, you’re fucking soaked. Want my cock baby? Want me to fuck your till you can’t stand?” You nod hastily, a whine coming out of your lips as a finger sinks into your aching pussy. He thrusts it in and out slowly, lips finally coming down to meet yours in a heated kiss. Its not long before he’s dipping his tongue into your mouth, exploring extensively as he adds a second finger. You hump down against his fingers, loud moans passing through your busy mouth as he starts to scissor them, effectively stretching you for his cock.

“Please Min, please fuck me. Want you so bad, want to feel you stretch me out.” You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his as you plead for him desperately. He pulls his fingers from your pussy, and something comes over you. You grip at his hand, satisfied with the shocked expression that comes to Jimin’s face as you suck his fingers into your mouth. You purr around them, tasting yourself but also pleased to have him in your mouth. He slides them out slowly, utterly enchanted with you as he grabs your raised leg.

“You’re a menace love. Come on, raise your leg up a little more. I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy now baby, yeah?” Following instructions, your raise your leg and he holds it for you, other hand grasping his cock to guide it to your opening. The stance is a bit awkward, and the spray of the water is a bit annoying, but you don’t even care. You want to feel him inside of you, to feel him against your skin as he ruts into you.

He slides in relatively easily; you’re so turned on that not even the water of the shower can wash away your arousal. Both of you let out loud moans, yours high pitched and whinny whole Jimin’s is low in pitch, almost a growl. He rocks into your slowly, making sure that you get used to his length before picking up the speed.

“Feel good? My cock feels good in your little pussy, huh baby?” You don’t even feel like your can respond, mind already starting to blank out at the feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls. It’s so sensitive, all of the stimulation a lot to take in. Jimin against you, his hard cock inside of you, the warmth of the water and the steam surrounding your entire being.

“Oh fuck! Ah, Jimin, my legs starting to cramp up a little baby.” You love the feeling, and you don’t want him to stop, but the leg you have placed on the floor being stretched out so far is starting to hurt. He pauses before grabbing you other leg, effectively hiking you up, you gasp as your back hits the wall, eyes nearly bulging out of your head as he holds you against the shower wall. He gives you a toothy grin, kisses your nose, and resumes fucking you at a breakneck pace. The tip of his cock rubs against your g-spot with every thrust, and your eyes nearly cross from the stimulation.

“Hmmm hope that’s better love.” It’s overwhelming again, watching him thrust into you with such a fucked-out expression on his face, the muscles in his arms bulging as he continues to hold you up. His hair lays wet against his skin, framing his face perfectly. It’s so hot, he’s so fucking hot, and you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. Jimin leans in, nosing at your neck a bit before sucking on the delicate skin there. Threading your fingers into his wet hear, your rock back against him, cunt clenching from the added stimulation. Leading back, he presses kisses to your face before placing one, two, three against your lips and the coil snaps with a deep thrust.

The spasming muscles of your pussy milks his dick, causing him to cum not long after you. He thrusts into you a few more times, hot cum painting your walls white before slowing to a stop. The only sounds in the bathroom now are the running water and your residual panting. Jimin very carefully lowers you down to the ground but keeps his hold, and you lean into his form heavily, burying your face into his wet chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“I think I might have ascended from your magic dick…” Jimin bursts out laughing, nearly squeaking as you smack his chest slightly. He continues to giggle as he turns off the shower and opens the door up, stepping out and gripping your hand to lead you with him. He grabs one of the towels off the rack and wraps the big fluffy cloth around your body. Jimin attempts to dry you off as he starts to shake with laughter again, huge grins on both of your faces now.

“Hmmm, you’re so good to me love, such a good girl. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my magic dick contained, hopefully long enough to make some food.” You scoff playful and pull away, nearly skipping over to the bathroom door, still blissed out from your intense orgasm. Pulling it open, you lance back at your loving boyfriend, mischievousness in your eyes as you teasingly wink.

“Well, if you’re so hungry, I think I have something you can eat baby.”

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taelme · 4 years

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How to Know if your Cat Adores You!

genre: established relationship!au, college student!Felix, (VERY fluffy!)

pairing/s: Felix / Reader (changbin and lee know make cameos)

word count: 2k+

tw: none this is pure soft Felix hours

a/n: PLS READ THIS ok so I wanted to try something different instead of a full length one-shot this is more of like a short?? thing??? that I got inspired by after reading this article about cats n I realized . Felix has big kitten behaviour... so yes that’s that, I actually had an idea for a au based on this where the reader works part time at a cute lil doggie cafe and Felix teaches part time at a dance studio nearby... but yes that will most likely be a bulleted au which I might turn into a full length one-shot in the future but for now it’ll just be bulleted,,, heh anyway, enjoy!!

1. Offering a slow blink

You never noticed how much Felix behaved like a cat until one day at work, when Minho was gushing to you about the cat he’d spotted while on the way to work, the conversation developing into a ‘why aren’t we a cat cafe instead?’ Kind of conversation, with Minho freely divulging to you unique behavioural traits that cats displayed.

“You know,” he began, “if your cat gives you a slow blink, like this,” he demonstrated, awfully resembling a cat which only made you wonder just how much time he spent imitating them.

“It means that they’re really comfortable with you and that they trust you. Like, they’re basically telling you they love you!” He told you. Thinking about it again, you couldn’t help but think of Felix displaying such behaviour.

The first time you noticed it, you were at a friend’s house. You weren’t one to attend parties very often, the only reason why you would was if you were going with your friends, not feeling comfortable or confident enough to explore the party scene on your own. In this case, Felix was the reason for your attendance.

You’d heard from Changbin that the boy was upstairs.

“I wouldn’t suggest you go up there, though. He’s been pretty moody after a unpleasant run-in with one of his student’s parents at the dance studio,” Changbin warned.

You knew about this, having heard from the receptionist when you’d gone to meet Felix after one of his classes, wondering what had him in such an unenergetic mood, a contrast to his usual demeanour.

“But then again, I feel like he’d want to see you more than the rest of us, so I guess you could give it a shot,” Changbin added as an afterthought, taking a sip of his beer after.

“Give what a shot?” You asked, glancing in your cup and wondering if you should refill your cup before you went to find Felix.

“Cheering him up.”

You let out a nervous sigh, nodding at Changbin (who gave you a reassuring nod), making your way to the kitchen to grab a beer for Felix and yourself before you padded lightly upstairs. Felix’s door was open, so you figured he was on the rooftop. Your suspicions proved right when you opened the door to the rooftop, spotting Felix lying on the planked floor, his eyes closed and arms splayed out at his sides.

You could tell he had a few drinks, a few empty cans littered next to him, and you knew Felix’s tolerance wasn’t that great as well, hence his current state.

“Hey,” you murmured, “am I interrupting your yoga session?” you attempted to joke, something inside you feeling triumphant at the way he huffed, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

“I brought you a drink,” you murmured, taking a seat next to him and resting your weight on your hands, stretching your legs out in front of you as you enjoyed the view from his rooftop. The lights from the other houses and buildings shining brightly as the night air grew cooler.

“Thanks,” Felix’s voice came out barely as a whisper, making him clear his throat, accepting the drink from you with a grateful nod.

You let out a content sigh, taking a bigger gulp of your drink before placing it down, trying to look as far as you could.

“I heard what happened at the studio,” you told him.

Felix was seated now, letting out a loud sigh at the mention of the studio, taking a small sip of his drink before placing it in between his outstretched legs, fiddling with the neck of the bottle as he nodded.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. That’s not what I came up here for, just figured you could use some company,” you told him.

Felix felt something in his heart stir at your words, your gesture, turning to you with the slightest pout on his lips, picking up his drink to take a long swig before placing it down with a soft thud, his soft gaze never leaving yours.

Something in him in that moment had decided that you were someone he wanted to keep by his side, and you weren’t sure if it was the slow nature of the atmosphere you both were in, but you couldn’t help yourself from feeling absolutely endeared when Felix had simply slowly blinked, his eyes squinting slightly as he did so, giving you a small nod after that.

You were snapped from your daze when he’d shifted away from you slightly, wondering if he was ready to head back downstairs.

Felix shocked you when he’d started to lean down, resting his head on your lap, closing his eyes once again as he focused on the sheer comfort your presence was giving him.

“Thank you….again,” he murmured, his deep voice even more pronounced with how leisurely he was speaking, slightly muffled by the fabric of your pants.

“For being here.”

You were glad his eyes were closed, looking away and pressing your lips together to try to contain your smile, giving up all together and simply smiling as you shook your head. You hummed, not trusting your voice to answer him, simply choosing to bring a hand up to play with his hair, smoothing it over where it had gotten messy from his movement.

2. Hanging out in your space

“I feel like people are too used to the idea of lap cats that sometimes they forget that some cats are really just satisfied by being in the same space as you,” Minho told you on another occasion, making you laugh.

“That reminds me of Felix,” you laughed, not expecting Minho to ask you to elaborate.

You recalled how whenever you hung out at either of your houses, sometimes you would tell him you were busy with work, so you wouldn’t be able to entertain him as much. But Felix always insisted that it was okay, even if that meant spending hours just lounging on your bed doing his own thing while you were sat at your desk doing your work.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t asked him before, “Are you sure you’re not bored?”, or something similar, afraid that you were being a bad host.

To which he would always shake his head, giving you a wide grin and waving his hands at you dismissively, “It’s really fine,” he would tell you.

You remembered one particular incident, (which Minho would never let Felix live down after you told him), where Felix had fallen asleep on the sofa while you watched movies, deciding that you would shift over to your room so as not to wake him up. Only to have Felix come into your room shortly after just to curl up against you and resume his sleep.

“Is the sound bothering you?” You asked him, feeling him snuggle closer into your side, shaking his head.

3. Cheek rubs

“You know, now that you’re bringing Felix up, I’m kind of seeing it too,” Minho hummed thoughtfully, seeming to have been in deep thought after your story about Felix enjoying being in others company.

You tilted your head curiously, “as in, how he behaves like a cat?” You asked.

Minho nodded.

You were only noticing now how sometimes when Felix came over after teaching a class, once he’d showered and changed, practically bouncing over to where you were and hugging you.

It didn’t matter what you were doing, you could be in the middle of watching a movie, or in the middle of pouring a drink for yourself, he would never fail to wrap his arms around you, rubbing his cheek against yours in an affectionate gesture.

Felix’s way of expressing how much he missed you.

But it wasn’t always like this. Felix had worried endlessly about how to show his affection for you in a way that wouldn’t scare you off, since he did realise you didn’t really initiate skinship, having the same worry as him on whether he would be comfortable with it.

The first time he’d done it to you, you were sitting in between his legs as you watched a video on your laptop, resting comfortably against Felix’s chest as his arms were loosely wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head lightly.

You’d felt him shift slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before he leant closer, snuggling into you as he rubbed his cheek against yours, the gesture eliciting giggles from you and warmth bubbling within you.

You’d obviously never had anyone do that to you before, turning to him with a curious expression, smiling in awe of his sudden affection.

“Where did that come from?” You asked him, earning a grin from him, watching as he shook his head, continuing to watch the show on your laptop.

“Just…felt like it,” he murmured, hint of shyness in his tone as he tapped your thigh, eager to get your gaze off of him lest he started to blush. “Focus on the show! I don’t wanna rewind it if you miss the good parts,” he lied.

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes, reluctantly tearing your gaze away from the freckles on his cheeks, “yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

4. Head butts and lying on you

“You know,” Minho burst into a fit of giggles before he could finish his sentence, looking at you with a pained expression, his laughter bubbling from him as he tried to talk in the midst of his laughter.

“Felix told me once, that your stomach is really comfortable,” he snickered, making your eyes widen. Your mouth fell open, wanting to dismiss his statement when Changbin had interjected.

“Yeah! I remember him saying that!”

You groaned, your hands instinctively going to cover your stomach, glaring at Minho, yet unable to conceal your endearment at the thought of Felix.

You were minding your own business, lying on his bed and using your phone as you took a break from playing games with him, your attention drawn away from your phone when Felix had tossed his headphones onto his desk with a loud thud, getting up and spotting you on the bed, making his way over to you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“I should be spending time with you instead of playing games when you’re right here, shouldn’t I?” He laughed, hovering over you and nuzzling his head into your stomach, making you laugh.

“Is it that comfortable?” You laughed in disbelief, feeling him rest his palms on your stomach, resting his chin gently on top of his hands as he nodded, giving you a closed-eyed smile of content.

“Yes,” he told you. “Like my own personal pillow,” he added as an afterthought, giggling when you moved to swat at him.

You sighed, Felix turning his head to the side as he lay on top of you, hugging you tightly.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He asked you, earning an affirmative hum from you.

“Yeah, why?”

“Can I take you out? It’s been a while since we actually went out to do something…” he murmured.

“Of course you can,” you smiled, almost laughing when you felt him grasp one of your hands, bringing it up to rest on his head, a silent request for you to play with his hair.

“Just…was thinking about it and I felt like I wanted to spend more time talking to you, doing things with you. I’m starting to realise how important that is.”

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your breath hitched, unsure how it was possible but knowing that in that moment your love for him grew tenfold.

“We can do that,” you assured him, and Felix let his eyes flutter closed as your hand pat his head soothingly, relaxing in your embrace.

5. Visiting you for nighttime cuddles

“You look extra lively today, any reason behind that?” Minho narrowed his eyes at Felix who had just bounded through the doors of the dog cafe, turning to you as if you were obligated to tell him the reason behind Felix’s good mood.

“Had a great sleep,” Felix shrugged, and you rang up his usual order for him, shaking your head at the memory of last night.

You were surprised Felix had mentioned having a good sleep, since you remembered the conversation you had the night before about whether choosing music as a career path was the right choice for him, comments from others about how it would be hard to earn a living and whatnot starting to get to him, leaving Felix worried that he wouldn’t be able to support himself (and you, he hoped) in his future.

You’d spent hours talking to him (5 hours to be exact), going into the early morning just to make sure that Felix wouldn’t go to sleep feeling heavy hearted.

After a while of giving advice and perspectives, you were getting a sensing that he was starting to feel a little better.

“You know I don’t care about that,” you told Felix firmly after he’d brought up salary to you.

“I’m not with you for how much money you’re gonna make, and you know that.” You laughed, earning an embarrassed groan from him, his fingers fiddling with your hand, pressing his fingertips against the tips of your nails and releasing them, just to watch the shallow indents of crescent moons on his fingertips slowly disappear.

“What matters to me the most is that you enjoy doing it. Whatever it is, I’ll support you,” you felt awfully like someone in a cheesy romantic novel, but you hoped he could sense how genuine you were being, watching intently as he turned to you with an unreadable expression.

Felix’s lips slowly curved into a soft smile, nodding at you. Shifting himself further up on the bed, he’d opened his arms wide as a signal for you to come and hug him, making you laugh.

It was a habit of his, wanting (or more accurately, needing) to be close to a person after pouring his innermost thoughts and feelings to them, something you were glad he was comfortable enough with you to do.

He’d stayed the whole night like that, well, it couldn’t be called a night, you’d both had to get up earlier for work that morning, but you figured maybe that was why Felix’s mood was a lot better today, and you were glad you were able to play a part in that.

Felix had clung to you the entire duration of his sleep, waking up with a giddy smile on his face, a contrary to his usual too-tired-to-function dazed look.

“You only had 4 hours of sleep,” you scoffed, pushing his drink over the counter for him, making him shrug, turning to Minho with an exaggerated expression of satisfaction.

“It was a great 4 hours.”

You rolled your eyes, shooing him away.

“I’ll see you after work,” he waved energetically, jogging out of the café.

Minho turned to you with an expectant expression, “I'm guessing someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning?”

You shrugged, turning to him with a curious expression.

“Do cats ask for nighttime cuddles too?”

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fanfic-inator795 · 4 years

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Oneshot: Movies and Mermaids

((Have some Mikey and Draxum bonding *throws confetti*))

It wasn’t as if Draxum had any genuine interest in human culture, certainly not! He could care less! ...Though, his obvious lack of caring didn’t prevent certain annoyances.

Like how he would be sometimes be completely lost in certain conversations. A member of the faculty at the high school would ask if he had seen the latest film in theaters and if he liked it better than the remake, or how his fellow lunch servers would reference certain shows and encourage him to watch them as well - Gladys especially seemed entranced with a show regarding doctors all dating each other in-between doing their actual jobs, for whatever reason.

The rest of the city seemed to only aggravate him more. From displays and the videos that would play on the large screens on towers, to the advertisements he saw on the television box or in magazines. It just seemed like everything he saw in human culture was a reference to something or someone - a laundry list of names and shows and movies and jokes and even what were supposedly ‘simple’ concepts like technology and brands and lingo and-!

After over two months of living on the surface, Draxum had reached his limit. He was tired of constantly being confused. He was tired of constantly missing or misunderstanding the references.

He was tired of being reminded that this was not his world, that he was still a yokai in human clothing.

So naturally, as a man of science, Draxum thought it only made sense to start with some research. Granted there was an entire pantheon that he would have to go through, and without the power of the ‘internet’ and a television box that only had five channels, it would be a incredibly slow process... At the very least, O’Neil had said that she would help him get a human library card when they both had a free afternoon.

In the meantime, Michelangelo had plenty of ‘reference material’, and even with the insistence that this was all for education and NOT entertainment, Draxum figured it was as good of a starting point as any, considering how much the humans seemed to admire their on-screen stories and their film stars. (No wonder Lou Jitsu was just as popular as an actor as he was as a warrior...)

It was late Friday night when Mikey showed up to Draxum’s apartment with a backpack full of movies of all different genres and formats and a VHS/DVD combo player tucked under his arm. “Good thing Donnie found this thing a few years ago, huh?” he said as he hooked it up.

Draxum didn’t bother replying. Instead, he was focusing on his choices for that evening - as well as for the rest of the week, since Mikey said he could borrow them as long as he needed to - pulling out each tape or DVD case and examining it carefully. Quite a few of them looked like they were for children, which he probably should have expected, though he didn’t dismiss them immediately.

“Don’t worry,” he heard Mikey said, “I remembered what you said. All of these are super popular ‘staples of human culture’ that practically everyone’s seen.”

“Good,” Draxum mumbled, putting aside a movie about a boat next to a movie about a boy gardener who wore a cloak and was apparently very harry. Picking up the next one, his expression flattened a bit at the cover. “This one you can take back, I don’t need to watch it.”

“Huh? Why- ohhh.” The box turtle chuckled as he took the tape, smiling at the younger version of his dad on the box. “Sorry, guess that one accidentally got slipped in there. Though to be fair, ‘Jitsu for Justice’ is a total classic.”

“Irrelevant,” Draxum huffed, “I have no desire to watch ANY of Lou Jitsu’s films, no matter how popular they may be. Once was more than enough...”

“Alright alright, I’ll- wait,” Mikey paused, “so you DID watch his movies?”

“Er, I- Not because I actually wanted to!” Draxum told him, “It was for research!” Mikey gave him a flat look. “He had stopped fighting in the Battle Nexus and I needed to study his moves! I-I didn’t enjoy doing it, if that’s what you’re implying! His movies were still ridiculous and completely unenjoyable! I would never actually-”

“Whatever you say, man,” Mikey shrugged, ignoring the Baron’s growls at being interrupted, “Though, how’d you watch ‘em anyway? I didn’t think that TV was that big of a thing down there?”

“I used my viewing orb to summon and display them, obviously,” Draxum told him, “Most yokai have them for when they need them, and they’re much more useful and clearer than any television box.”

“If you say so...” “Hmph.” With that settled, Draxum went back to digging through the bag of movies. It didn’t take long for another video to catch his eye, this one in a plastic case rather than a cardboard one, with a picture of a happy mermaid and an equally happy human plastered on it.

“Awwww!” Mikey said suddenly, “That was April’s favorite movie when she was little! Which meant it was one of the first movies she brought over to share with us! Heh, guess we borrowed it so often we forgot to give it back, whoops. But it’s a really good movie! See, there’s this mermaid who wants to live on land as a human, and she’s friends with a crab and-”

Draxum had begun to tune the turtle out as he continued to stare at the VHS case. Mermaids weren’t too common in the Hidden City itself, though that didn’t mean they weren’t there at all. The city was next to water, after all, and some would live on the shore or become part of an air-boat crew - and they certainly didn’t look like this.

He felt his thoughts start to swirl, becoming just as mixed as his emotions as a grimace began to form on his face. On one hand, Draxum supposed he should’ve been grateful that the humans were portraying a yokai positively - as cute and friendly instead of vicious creature that lived to drown humans.

Centuries ago, before the Great Migration underground, Draxum had heard that and many other similar claims about his people... Baseless claims meant to justify hunts and attacking on sight...

On the other hand, did humans only see them as ‘harmless’ when used for entertainment purposes? Did they only approve of yokai existing when they only existed in fiction, where they could be used however humans saw fit?

He was briefly reminded of the creatures - the ‘poke-o-mon’ - that he would occasionally see on shirts or on phones, creatures not directly based on yokai, but similar enough. He had to wonder how much other human entertainment was based on so-called fictional creatures and monsters that they never would have even smiled at before.

“-xum... Hey, Drax?” Mikey poked his bicep, making Draxum flinch. “You okay, bud-?”

“Fine,” Draxum snapped, though there was a little actual bite to it, “Just surprised that humans would portray a yokai so positively, even in fiction.”

“Most humans do think they’re just fiction,” Mikey told him. After a moment, his tone became a bit gentler, thinking back to certain points brought up by his father and April. “Though, I can still sorta see why that would feel weird or kinda insulting, seeing a fake version of yourself or your people and not knowin’ how they’d react to the real you, wondering if they would only like the fake you. That probably doesn’t feel the greatest... and I’m really sorry about that.”

Draxum blinked. He stared at the turtle for a few seconds before finally replying with, “You’re a lot more introspective than I would have thought.”

“I get that a lot,” Mikey grinned, “But hey, they don’t call me Dr. Feelings for nothing. So, did you wanna keep this one then, or- I mean, I can understand if-”

Draxum stopped him, looking at the tape again. “...I am admittedly curious,” he said, “You did say this was a movie humans watch as children.” Studying a species’ influences during adolescence could prove to be pretty useful in understanding the adults. “And besides, if the portrayal is truly offensive, I can always send a complaint to this ‘Walt Disney’ and demand certain edits.”

“Riiiiight, though I don’t think you’ll be too mad at this one,” Mikey told him, “Ariel is a great character, and all the other mermaids in the movie aren’t portrayed as jerks or anything. ...Well, one guy kinda is but, uh-”

“Let’s just watch it already,” Draxum told him, shoving the tape into his hand, “The sooner we start it, the sooner I can gauge whether or not it’s actually worth watching.”

Mikey smirked a little. “Heh, alright.” Opening the case, he pushed the tape in while Draxum went over to the couch they had gotten him at the thrift store, briefly checking it for bugs or lumps before sitting down. “Good thing it’s already rewound.”

The only annoying thing about that was that they had to sit through previews, though Mikey used that time to cook up some popcorn kernels that he had snagged on the way out of the Lair, easily cooking it using a pan and the stove top. (No one trusted Draxum with a microwave after That One Time.)

By the time he finished, the movie’s title had just faded onto the screen. Mikey smiled widely, the nostalgia from the music and the memories he had with the movie sending slight shivers up his shell.

Draxum, meanwhile, was watching the film intently, taking in every detail. The mermaids in the film were still completely different than actual mermaids, but at least they weren’t an insulting caricature (even if they were a bit too human-like for his liking).

As it turned out, the main mermaid character was not only a bit of a collector and explorer, but also a human fanatic. “Ugh,” Draxum grumbled as he grabbed a couple more pieces of the puffed-up corn-snack. Mikey gave him a bit of a look, but he ignored it. Just because he had been able to find a bit of common ground and comradery with his fellow lunch servers didn’t mean he was willing to give ALL humans a pass.

At least the mermaid’s father seemed to have some common sense. In fact, Draxum found himself nodding in agreement with nearly every scene the mer-king was in. ...Up until a certain point, at least.

Mikey winced a bit as the scene began. He resisted the urge to go into his shell like he always had when he was little, but he did sink a little in his seat as Triton stepped out of the shadows. When he noticed Draxum glancing over at him, Mikey simply mumbled, “I always hate this scene...”

A couple minutes and a destroyed grotto later, and Draxum could sort of see what Mikey meant, understanding how Triton’s act might have been “harsh”, as the orange-wearing turtle would’ve put it.

As the movie moved onto the next seen, Mikey relaxed a little, though a frown remained on his face... However, his expression of sadness soon became one of confusion as he felt a hand pat the top of his head.

“Uh... there, there,” Draxum mumbled, giving Mikey one more head-pat before retracting his hand. It was awkward as all heck, they both knew it, but seeing the sheepman somewhat care about his feelings still made Mikey smile.

It didn’t take much longer for Ursula to make her appearance, and as soon as the Sea Witch began talking of deals and trades, Draxum gave a small smirk of his own.

“What?” Mikey asked, tilting his head a bit.

“I didn’t realize Big Mama was in this movie.”

Mikey snorted at that. “So what, you tell jokes now?”

The sheep-man shrugged as he grabbed another handful of popcorn. “Just making an observation,” he said simply. As the scene went on though, his mind made another small connection - Ursula’s two eels reminding him of his own pair of pets, even if Flotsam and Jetsam were much more confident than his former goyles.

Even so, the reminder made his chest ache a little... Not in sadness, mind you, or because he actually missed them. No, clearly his chest ached for a completely different reason that he was sure he’d think of later.

Once the little mermaid made the contract and silenced herself, the film very much became a literal ‘fish out of water’ story, complete with plenty of amusing moments featuring misunderstandings and an over-abundance of cuteness, as well as another musical number. Thankfully, before things became too saccharine, Ursula launched the second half of her plan to rule the seas.

After that, the movie moved pretty quickly through its third act. Draxum was a bit annoyed at the human prince being the one to ultimately save the day in the end, but overall he could agree that the ending was a pretty happy one.

As the credits rolled, Mikey looked at him with eyes wide. “Sooooo, what do you think?”

Draxum cupped his chin in thought, staying silent for a few moments before finally speaking. “...If the king’s trident had the power of transformation, why didn’t he just turn the prince into a merman?”

Mikey’s face fell. “...That’s what you got out of it?”

“It’s a valid question!” Draxum argued, “Why should she have to be the one to transform?”

“Because she wasn’t just after the guy!” Mikey told him, resisting the urge to facepalm, “You saw her collection and heard her song, she wanted to be human! She was tired of bein’ stuck in the same ocean and wanted something new - something she thought was cool!”

“Hmph, I suppose that’s true... Plus, she still has the option to turn back into a mermaid later on thanks to her father’s power, so at least there’s that.”

The box turtle slumped back on the couch, disappointed though maybe not too surprised. “I guess that means you didn’t really like it, huh?”

There was a long moment of silence. “I didn’t completely agree with the ending but... the film overall wasn’t too bad,” Draxum conceded, “Not as bad as I thought it’d be, at least?”

“...You really mean that?” Mikey asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t waste my time lying about something as trivial as animated human-entertainment,” Draxum replied, “And... there were high production values. Characters were mostly understandable, and it was... cute. Not too annoying or insufferable. Even if it was still slightly inaccurate to actual mermaids and mermen.”

“...You know what, I’ll take it. And I’m glad you enjoyed the movie, and not just for my sake.” With a bit of a ‘whup’, Mikey sat up and tucked his legs under his body in a sort of lotus position. “Though, now I’m kinda curious. What’d the movie get wrong, and what else can you tell me about merpeople? I only ever saw one, on Hueso’s brother’s ship, but that was only for like a second.”

This time, it was Draxum’s turn to give him a look. “Really... The child who’s always pushing me to ‘embrace humans’ and hide my ‘mystic stuff’ is asking me to teach him about a member of Yokaikind?”

“Hey, I only to tell you to hide your mystic stuff so you don’t get yourself evicted, fired or arrested,” Mikey retorted, “I’m not the one goin’ around mutatin’ kids and/or lunches and making giant stone heads angry.”

“...Fair enough,” Draxum said, only slightly reluctant.

“But as far as I can figure, there’s no harm in just talking about mystic stuff. And as for my actual interest... Yeah, I really do wanna know.” Unable to help himself, Mikey directed his gaze towards the floor - down towards the Hidden City that he knew was there. That he only now knew was there.

He wouldn’t have traded his life with his dad in the sewers of NYC for anything, but he would’ve been lying if he said there wasn’t a small part of him that wondered what it would’ve been like to grow up around people that looked like him in a city full of magic.

“We protect humans, but we don’t like only humans, you know,” Mikey continued, “We’ve got other mutant friends, and yokai friends too.” His smile softened. “Senor Hueso and Sunita and the chefs I’ve met at Run of the Mill, they’re all so amazing. And I’ve only seen, like, a fraction of the Hidden City but I know that’s amazing too, and I just... This city - the surface - is always gonna be my home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the other city or wonder about it.”

He finally looked back at Draxum, his eyes firm. “So yeah... I wanna know.”

There was another moment of silence between them, though within it, the slightest bit of connection was formed. Small and fragile, but no less noticeable.

“...Fine,” Draxum finally agreed, “But pay attention, I don’t want to repeat myself later. First off, no merperson has the same skin tone as a human. They range between greens, blues and grays to help blend in with oceans. Their eyes are also much wider than a human’s to help them hunt.”

“Makes sense to me!” Mikey smiled, leaning back on his hands a little, though looking no less attentive. Even when the TV turned to quiet static, he kept his focus right on Draxum - a gesture the former warrior-scientist certainly appreciated, even if he didn’t say so outright.

“Merpeople are also able to survive outside of water. While mobility becomes an issue depending on how often they’re moving or traveling, they have no issues living on land - hence why some take to living on air-boats as a sort of compromise, plus it helps them travel across bodies of water in a shorter amount of time. They also don’t eat humans, despite the lies told about them, though they can be territorial when they are in the water - although you can’t blame them, especially if fish start to become scarce. Furthermore-”

It was sort of nice... Sure, Mikey had plenty he wanted to show and teach Draxum about humankind - and if all went well, then maybe there was a chance of Draxum having a change of heart. Maybe their technical creator wasn’t totally evil, and maybe one day, he really would be a better person and would understand what he and his family already knew. Mikey certainly hoped that would end up being the case...

But, in the meantime, maybe Mikey would end up learning a little from Draxum too. And honestly, as long as it wasn’t lecture series about ‘effectively destroying humans’ or anything like that, the orange turtle didn’t see anything wrong with that at all.

THE END

#rottmnt #baron draxum #michelangelo tmnt #oneshot #my writing #fanfiction #had this idea for a while #finally finished writing it out

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fanonskeletonstuff · 4 years

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CPAU: DisCo

pls kno im not a serious writer thank;; also it’s my replies only, i didnt share anyone elses (unless they want to share killer and his s/o’s whole thread along with the sideplots, i dont wanna paste their replies without permission tho i plan not to)

this may include othertale spoilers and rahafwabas’ killer!sans comic references

gonna put this on wattpad too

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Dust explores the CP. he sees Color and his rainbow cracked skull is the first thing he catches. Color sees him back and walks to him first. “heya. i see you’re about to cause trouble.”

“wh... what? pfff...” Dust is surprised Color already knows who he is. “i can’t if this is some large christmas gathering. isnt it on christmas, you have to be well... GOOD???”

Color jumps back from the yell. “of course you have to. but, you’re one of those sanses, so i can’t stop ya.” Then, he realizes something. “say, aren’t you killer’s friend? have you two met before?”

Dust remembers who Killer is. “ohhh, that man?? yeah, we had to date once during our bad sanses sleepover. horror held the event cause it was halloween at the time.”

“huh... well, this is dangerous of me, i’m talkin’ to ya and anytime you might just kill me.” Color chuckles. “however, I know sanses can control themselves. I know killer can. he thinks i have to kill him, but it’s just wrong. i think he can change. he doesnt have to fuel himself with thoughts of murdery.”

Dust feels roasted. “WOW?? heheheh!! you’re so smart those colors must be how high your IQ is!”

“heheh, oh, that. so, here’s my story. i absorbed souls in a genocide timeline. i was about to die, so it’s the only thing i had to do. that’s why i look like that... that...”

Color gets interrupted by Dance, who teleported next to him. “uhhh...”

//OH NO COLOR X DANCE CRACK SHIP ALERT CAUSE COLOR!SANS LOOKS LIKE THOSE LED LIGHTS THAT SWITCH COLOR TO COLOR AHSJSJSK

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“heya. you’re quite the party lights in here.” Dance is getting the gay feeling.

“oh, heheh, wow, huh?” Color feels awkward. “heyy, i know you! you’re that shy dancer who doesn’t get much stage fright the more he gets used to dancing. hip hop, right?”

“yep. yeah, that’s my genre.” Dance blushes. “what AU are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i’m from othertale. fun fact, the AU’s not about me! i’m pretty much undyne’s supporting character.” Color laughs.

“cool...” Dance likes him- “i like your colors. where’d you get your lights?”

“oh, i was just explaining to dust pal here I got it from human souls. i, um, absorbed ‘em. needed it cause i was aboutta die.”

“that must be risktaking of you for your own life, c...” Dance winks, his left eye open. “hey, maybe we should... dance, sometime...”

Dust laughs at Color and Dance, gives a hard pat on Color’s shoulder. “uh oh, GAY alert!!!” Phantom!Papyrus is probably shook at this point.

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“heh... sorry to say, but you’re too nice and popular to be with me.” Color answers. “I, um... already had letters with someone. kinda like dust, but...”

“it’s ok. if i dance too much, that’s when the beats go off.” Dance understands.

“yeah... honestly, he’d kill you if he sees you. If he were in this party and you say that to me... he’ll overthink his actions and end up on a killing spree.”

Dance knows who he’s talking about. “wait. you don’t mean... how...???”

“how?”

“how... how is he with you? wait, i must be assuming. who are you with, but not really?”

— — —

“u-uh... he likes... someone else, n-n-now...” Dance being the shy sweatpants boi he is puts on his hood blushing. “sorry, i said too much...”

“o-oh, no problem! killer chose me anyway, but i only chose him back cause he wants me to be his guy...de.” Color winks for the pun. guy-de for ‘guide’ lol.

— — —

Then, Color says his name.

“killer. he told me everything about himself. personally. there was no one else but me and him. like an error in his anti-void.”

“oh, uh... he’s h-here, actually...” Dance hesitates. “wait... i still have more to say...”

“ok.”

Dust walks out of the conversation, continuing to follow Red.

Red sees Killer being cute. “ah *shoes*-//“

he notices himself getting his words censored and thats embarrassing. “WHAT THE-////“

— — —

Color and Dance walks in.

“hey, what’s happening here?” Color asks.

“hi red...” Dance waves. “i hope your anger management’s doing well.”

Red’s starting to think he’s gonna have a BIG WHOOP. “OK, what’s goin’ on here?! who set this?! cigar’rus?!” he mentions US!Pap, the host of the therapy closet session.

— — —

Killer sees Dust and feels a bit scarEd. “hiya.”

“welcome to the party, that goes to the three of you....” Dance still shying out tho.

“hey buddy red. tough day? i heard you yelling back there.” Color helps Red.

“ya heard nothin, newbie!” Red nervously laughs. “feel like imma get stabbed by that dust guy there! or any of those funkers!”

Killer breaks up with Color 3 2 1-

“sir’s probably lookin’ for us, we should find a way out.” Dust puts a hand around Killer.

Killer blushes. “wait...// im still wearing this.”

Dust lets go. “ohhh’kayyy, take your time...”

Killer rubs both of his sleeves until he sees Color. “color....?”

“uh...” Color stops hiding behind Dance, holds Dance’s hand, and blushes. “yeah, it’s me.”

Dance blushes back, HE A HERMIT CRAB//) “(c-color, whuh)”

“long time no see.”

“heheh... i heard you found someone else, so... hey, it’s okay! if he can help you, honestly, i just said yes so i could control you. and, uh, manipulation is one of the bad things in relationships, right? so...”

Killer listens to Color. “don’t feel bad.”

“i’m gonna walk off cause i don’t wanna get caught. oh, and one more thing.” Color shows Killer he’s holding Dance’s hand. “once you see it, you can ditch me.”

“s-s-sorry/////“ Dance mutters while hiding in his hood hiding away his blue blushy flustering face.

last one: shoutout to outer sans being a fluffy pillow to the bad sanses out there uwu

Outer, still next to RainbowKill, looks at Dust while Color and Dance walk away together. Not only he should help Killer calm down, but maybe him too. He probably has a certain goal to calm down most Sanses that used to be good. Yep, still the most relaxed Sans AU.

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Why Stop Now (M)

Pairing: JohnnyxYutaxReader

Genre: PWP, One Shot, College Au (barely)

Summary: I literally just wanted to write about getting DP’d hardcore with my bias and wrecker. that’s it. It’s just fucking, short and sweet

Word Count: 4.2k

Features: blowjob, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, anal, squirting, grinding, a smidge of public sex, a little bit of overstretching,

A/N: Probs will edit some more later like tomorrow when I’m not so tired.

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It was a mistake coming here tonight. I didn’t want to be surrounded by a house full of idiots but I most certainly didn't want to run into my ex. Lucas was currently the bane of my existence after I caught him cheating on me at a party similar to this. The moment I saw him I took to drinking my sorrows away in order to forget. I hoped I looked good enough to ever make him regret being the world's biggest asshole to me. The unfortunate part was that I hadn't really eaten much for a good part of the day and the alcohol hit me harder than I wanted it to. I slowed down and worked through clusters of people to head upstairs and rest in Taeyong's bedroom. I hoped it wasnt occupied with a fucking couple as I didn't need war flashbacks to top off my already sour mood. His room was thankfully barren and I closed the door and set the lock.

The bed looked perfect for me to just take a quiet nap and I shuffled slowly to the mattress before throwing myself across it. I wanted my head to stop spinning a bit so I could start making good decisions. Once I was a bit more sober I would head home instead of wallowing in misery and chatting with guys I had slept with in the past. Almost the entirety of my track record was in attendance here which was the cherry on top of my clusterfuck sundae. There was Taeil from my college writing class, Taeyong, the host of the party, from my media class, Jaehyun from the Student Democrats club, and I was sure my most frequent suitors, Johnny and Yuta were floating around somewhere. All in all I was making mistake after mistake in the grand scheme of things.

I shut my eyes and tried to focus on sleep but the music was still too loud even through the closed door and I could hear voices pouring in from the open window. Those voices sounded way too familiar and I winced the moment I recognized them. I hoped to all hell they didn't notice me in the room as they were sitting on the mid roof right outside of Taeyong's bedroom. I curled up and tried to stay as quiet as possible but my plan failed entirely when I heard my name called out in a weed induced slur.

"Heyyyy baby! What are you doing here?!" Yuta giggled.

"Fuck I haven't seen you in forever!" Johnny added.

I grumbled and squeezed my eyes tighter. "Leave me alone. I hit the bottle too hard and I need to sleep it off for a bit."

"Ooh did you see Lucas downstairs? Is that it?" Yuta asked.

I stayed quiet, refusing to answer.

"Yup," Johnny said. "Definitely saw Lucas. Come here babe. We'll help you get your mind off it."

"Absolutely not." I said, finally sitting up. "You two are the worst trouble makers of them all. I don't need you trying to play games tonight."

"When have we ever played games?!" Yuta took a long drag from the joint he and Johnny had been sharing.

"Hmm, let's see, leaving me on read, ghosting me, dumping me out of your room after we were done fucking, being complete fuckboys. The list goes on, truly."

"We're not that bad! Besides...you always come back for more, don't you?" Johnny smirked.

My face flared up instantly at his truth filled statement. Little fucker. "Be quiet." I snapped. "That's not the point."

"Yeah, your point should be coming out here and joining us. The breeze is much better up here and it's not as hot as it is in the house."

Yuta was right. The summer weather had been unforgiving especially when a couple dozen people were crammed in a small two story house. The breeze was coming in nicely through the windows and I contemplated actually going out there in hopes that the air would help clear my head.. I sighed and used the bed for leverage to crawl out the window and sit on the roof area. Yuta passed the blunt to Johnny and I laid back against the paneling, staring down at the mess of people on the lawn.

"We've been people watching all night. That dude on the left has been trying to get in this chicks pants for like an hour now. It ain't gonna happen." Johnny laughed.

"Hmm, he doesn't look like he's got game. I wouldn't sleep with him."

"What he's not your type? I thought you liked big dumb idiots?"

"I mean that's why I fucked you, didn't I?" I smirked at Johnny who glared at me.

Yuta snorted and laid back with me, clasping his hands behind his head. "This party blows. Taeyong's cool and all but something needs to happen."

"What would you even want to happen?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Something. Anything. I could get laid or be at home stuffing my face with frozen burritos and passing the fuck out."

"That sounds so titillating."

Johnny snorted. "Heh, tittle."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, you giant man child."

"Do you wanna hook up?" Yuta asked suddenly. He was never one for subtlety.

"Uh...like right now? I still kinda feel like crap."

"Fucking will help with that. We could all fuck." Johnny propositioned.

"Like a threesome?" I looked between the two of the as they shrugged, playing it off real cool. I blushed hard not knowing how to respond. It wasn't something I really had experience in but Yuta and Johnny were my two favorite people to fuck. Johnny was commanding and a little rough with a secretive soft side that poked through every once in awhile. Yuta was dirty to the core, bending me every which way and unabashed at anything he suggested we do. Things usually ended up messy with him but I never thought about fucking the two together. Having Johnny's thickness invade every inch of me while Yuta fucked me from behind; being so completely stuffed that my stomach would clench and I could feel so whole and perfectly ruined. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs together as scenes began to flourish in my mind.

"Hello?" Yuta snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Did you hear us?

"Huh? Uh...yeah, the hookup. Threesome. Um, I've never had a threesome before." I admitted shyly.

"I had one once but it wasn't that great. Dude was hogging the chick the whole time. So Yuta if you pull that shit I'm dipping out."

"Trust me dude. I've got my own plans. You can do whatever you want to her pus-"

I slapped my hand over his mouth, keeping him from saying that vile word. "We get it. You want to fuck my ass."

"You do that?" Johnny questioned.

I sighed and laid back down. "Only with Yuta. He gets excited over it and we'll…"

"She literally cums so hard when we do it. Don't let her fool you, she's just as big of a slut as I am."

"Shut up, asshole! I am not. Well...maybe a little but you don't have to point it out."

"Alright, let's cut the crap. Threesome of not? It's been awhile since you've gotten fucked, right? You and Lucas broke up like a month or so ago." Johnny said.

"Yeah, don't remind me…"

"Agree to fuck us and we'll make sure we can help you forget." Yuta said.

I sighed and gave in, too easily for my liking but the images I created where already burned into my mind. "Sure, why the fuck not."

Yuta said no more and dove to capture my neck in slow and methodical kisses, nibbling ever once in awhile. Johnny's large hand was working itself over my stomach as he leaned down to capture me in a kiss. His lips were so fucking amazing that sometimes it made my heart ache to have them against me. They were full, soft, and he knew exactly how to work them so I would get wet in an instant. I parted my lips and let his thick tongue creep into my mouth, sucking on my own and making sure I couldn't breathe. His fingers wiggled beneath the hem of my shirt and pushed it upwards to expose my chest to the cool breeze.

"Whoa, wait. We can't do it out here!" I whispered harshly.

"Shhh, it's just the beginning. We'll finish everything inside; we need the room anyway. For now I just want you legs spread open and to see if we can make you squirt off the rooftop." Yuta said deviously.

"D-dont you fucking dare!" My face was red at the thought but it shook me to my core. I ached for them to prove that they could make my body do such things.

"Take them off, Yuta." Johnny commanded.

Yuta slipped his hand under my skirt to grab a hold of my panties and yank them down. I fumbled to try and keep them on, embarrassed that someone might see us but they got tossed to Johnny who pocketed them with a teasing smile. My legs were forced open then, the front clasp of my bra worked apart, so every tender area was exposed. Johnny latched his lips around my nipple, sucking deeply as his long middle finger trailed up the length of my slit. "She's already starting to get wet."

"Of course she is. Told you she was dirty." Yuta commented.

"If you two don't stop talking I'm going to-" I gasped softly as I felt Johnny push his finger inside me. It was slow and precise, dragging up and down my walls to work me up even more. He went back to teasing my breast while Yuta licked his fingers and set them over my clit. He circled them over the sensitive spot, pairing it with more bites to my neck that flowed down to my chest. I didn't know where to even put my hands at this point and I was already arching slightly against all their teasing. I felt Johnny hook his ankle over mine and nudge my leg to rest between his strong thighs. The center of his jeans pressed against the junction of my knee and thigh and he rocked against me, creating as much friction as possible. He moaned deeply against my chest and I couldn't help how frenzied it made my brain.

Yuta nudged his free hand between us, grabbing a hold on my wrist and guiding me to touch him. My fingers rubbed against the denim, feeling the way he was starting to bulge beneath the fabric. I closed my eyes then, letting my senses get overridden by their exploring hands and tongues. Johnny licked his way up my neck so his lips could rest by my ear. "I know you like getting stretched out but how many fingers do you think we can fit in there before you cum." He whispered in his slightly deepened voice. I turned away from him, trying to hide how embarrassed his words were making me and ended up catching Yuta's lips instead. Johnny chuckled softly as he watched my lips get occupied but someone else and shoved another finger inside me. With how big his hands were just those couple of digits had my entrance already working to accommodate him.

Yuta scissored my lower lips open while the tip of his middle finger curled little strokes against my clit, leaving me open for more sensitivity. My hips bucked then and I squirmed, trying to move away for a moment to regain my composure. Pressure was building within the pit of my stomach as I could feel that orgasm creeping closer. As I tried to close my free leg, Yuta trapped it between his thighs, mimicking Johnny so I couldn't hide even if I tried. Anyone could look up and see me half naked and getting fingered to all hell and back. I knew they weren't going to let me go until I came. My breath burned in my lungs as I couldn't seem to catch it but I was just able to pant out a little beg. "P-please, m-more."

Yuta's fingers joined Johnny's then, forcing two more into me. While Johnny kept steady thrusts, Yuta curled his fingers in a beckoning motion, trying to dig the harshest reaction out of me. "Touch yourself." He commanded, adding a small nip to the shell of my ear afterward. I took over the attention to my clit while their fingers explored and bodies grinded against my thighs. My lower half trembled with the threat of release and I clamped my lips shut so I wouldn't draw attention from the other partygoers below. Both my nipples were overtaken by their mouths again just as I felt increased attention to a particularly sensitive spot within me. I grabbed at Yuta's hand to make sure he stayed in place and commanded Johnny to go faster. My own fingers increased speed as I heard my wetness echoing into the night.

My toes were curling within my shoes, my body dipping against the panelling, and suddenly a rush of absolute bliss washed over me. I shuddered hard, my body practically collapsing in on itself as I slapped at their hands to try and remove the intensity. They didn't let up, becoming greedy for the way my body was creating splashes down the rooftop. I finally grabbed their hands and pushed them away to snap my legs shut and breathe. I muttered out curses while Johnny and Yuta were all smiles and cheers, high fiving each other in victory of my glorious and wet defeat.

"Damn, I didn't think you could actually do it!" Johnny said as excited as a puppy.

"Dude, I told you! That was fucking hot!"

I wanted to ask myself why I put up with their absolutely idiotic tendencies. They were stupid college kids with minds wrapped around partying, getting drunk or high, and getting laid. Nothing remotely appealing about that- then I was harshly reminded why I sought out their company when Johnny's bulge grazed against me again. When I glanced down I could tell that his jeans were trying desperately to keep him contained and he would be growling in my ear at any moment if he didn't get more attention. "We need to get inside." Johnny grunted right on cue. Yuta nodded and crawled up to the open window, tossing himself inside. Johnny and I followed suit and we were a clash of kisses and tongues, pulling off the rest of our clothes until my head was between Johnny's thighs and Yuta had my ass raised.

He shuffled around, rifling through Taeyong's drawers, looking intently for something. I was curious as to what he was doing but still currently occupied by the way Johnny filled my mouth entirely. I swallowed around him and gripped at his base to try and prevent him from thrusting harshly. He was always trying to get me to deep throat him but I couldn't take everything at once. It would usually end in a glaring contest with his hand firmly pushing my hand down until I tapped out. This time he seemed to be a little bit gentle and focused instead on the way my lips looked flowing over his thickness.

Yuta finally came back after a victorious exclamation. He had found whatever he was looking for and finally joined us on the bed. My hole was perfectly presented for him and I felt the familiar chill of lube against me. That must have been what he had been searching for in Taeyong's drawers. I sighed around my mouthful as his fingertip nudged against the barrier, slowly rocking until he poked through. His slender finger was enough to make me whimper and reach back to tap his outer thigh when I needed breaks. He was always good about that and filled our pauses with kisses up my spine or his thumb grazing the entrance of my heat. Eventually he was able to work his knuckle in and get a consistent rhythm going.

I popped off of Johnny when I felt his pre cum splatter across my taste buds, making sure he didn't get too worked up. He fumbled around for his pants that had been discarded on the floor, getting into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a condom. He ripped it open and I helped roll it on, kissing the tip playfully. "Yuta, let her move up to my lap." Johnny demanded.

Yuta scooted us closer so I could straddle Johnny and he could remain behind me to work my ass open. As Johnny slid his cock through my wetness, Yuta started to pry a second finger into me. He added a bit more lube and latched his teeth onto my shoulder, his other hand coming to cup my breast and make small pinches at my nipple. Johnny grabbed onto my hips, lifting me just a bit so I could sink down on his length. I bit down on my lip as soon as I felt that heavy fullness even within my stomach. He let out a moan from deep within his chest, head tossed back against the pillow and lips parted slightly. My bounces were small at first, giving Yuta a pace he could still work with as I desperately needed them both in me at the same time. I wished he could hurry up but patience, time, and dedication were needed for him to fuck me senseless.

The second finger made its way in fully and I felt the slight sting of my muscles trying to accommodate him. I took a few deep breaths, letting him push forward on every exhale. He scissored his fingers little by little, chuckling when he saw me gaped open. My cheeks burned as I knew he loved seeing me spread apart for him. I elbowed him gently, trying to get him to stop as my embarrassment continued. His lips were by my ear whispering the softest of teases. "You look so good like this I couldn't help myself."

"Yeah, we'll save your tired old lines for-" My hand flew to my mouth to cover a harsh gasp that was about to escape. Johnny had bucked his hips particularly hard to gain my attention. His brows were furrowed in irritation and he landed a heavy slap on my ass.

"Less talking, more working." He grunted.

I pouted but rolled my hips, feeling Johnny's cock press against my walls while Yuta curled his fingers deep within me. It was getting easier for him to work me open and the third finger edged in almost seamlessly. With each roll of my hips I was fucking myself back against them, squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to be too loud. I was sure the music would cover me but I didn't need the possibility of Taeyong coming in and see us defiling his bed.

Johnny dug his fingers into my thighs as he increased his pace. Heated skin on skin echoed throughout the room, mixing in with his slightly animalistic grunts and groans. Yuta gently rubbed my ass making my heart race as I knew what was next. "You ready?" He asked with a bit of concern.

I nodded and turned my head for a kiss, his lips morphing into a smile as soon as we connected. "Dude, slow down a sec." Yuta told Johnny who seemed peeved at the request. He stopped his motions entirely as Yuta bent me over Johnny's torso. I heard the rip of his own condom packet and a few moments later he was lined up against me, thumbs spreading my asscheeks apart. Once his head creeped in past the barrier I buried my face deep into Johnny's neck, whimpering helplessly.

"You ok?" He asked. I nodded, content that the both of them were showing their soft sides of being concerned for my well-being. It was a breath of fresh air given their usual antics.

"I got her. We've done this before." Yuta reassured the other man. More and more of me was filled, making my legs almost give out from their place over Johnny’s hips. All I could scream was 'oh god' in my head over and over and when Yuta finally was in the three of us groaned at the intense tight feeling surrounding around us.

"Please just fuck me." I said. I didnt want to waste anymore time as I needed my body turned into a pillar of pleasure between them. Yuta was the first to thrust and he grabbed a hold of my arms, pulling them behind me like reins to control his pace. Once Johnny joined in my eyes got lost in the back of my head and I was in a whirlwind of bliss. Each slam of their bodies into me created pressure that sent tingles throughout my entire being. I tried to keep up but it was hard to press into them when my body was getting destroyed. Veins and ridges crept up my walls, dragging through nerves and places I didn't think they could have ever reached. My thighs quaked as weakness set in but my lust wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt the warm heat of their cum inside me.

Johnny gripped my neck gently, nudging his thumb to lift my chin up so our lips could crash together. It was a sloppy mess of tangled breaths and soft groans, our tongues trying to stay melded as he fucked me harder. I clenched around him, bucking slightly when he pushed through the tightness. My second orgasm was approaching way too fast but there was no way to stop it. I pressed my forehead to Johnny, his whisper against my lips now. "Fuck, I wanna come for you."

"Don't say it just do it." I pleaded.

Suddenly I was yanked back to be pressed against Yuta's chest. "You complained about that other dude hogging chicks and now you’re doing the same thing. Share a little." He chuckled.

"F-fuck you!" Johnny managed to groan out as he started to swell against my tightness.

"Such a cop out, cumming first." Yuta turned my face towards his, getting a taste of my lips again. He was thrusting upwards, getting every inch of him to slam into me relentlessly. He parted from me to replace his tongue with the pads of his index and middle finger. They pressed down on my tongue and I sucked hungrily around them. "You want me to touch you?" He teased. I nodded vigorously. If he added that extra magical sensation to my clit we'd all be a symphony of chaotic messes. He shoved his fingers in deeper, almost touching the back of my throat before teasing the digits back out slowly.

He worked them down between my breasts and towards my stomach until they met my clit and worked steady circles into me. Occasionally, he would tease my entrance, getting his fingertip in besides Johnny's cock and crooking his finger just an inch or so inside me. My eyes squeezed shut as I couldn't help but left let a loud moan run free, practically screaming for him not to stop. Johnny forced through one last sloppy thrust, raising his hips so his cock crashed against the deepest part of me, and spilled all he had within the rubber. I still felt that comforting heat through my lower belly and a smile crossed my lips. God, I needed that again and again. Yuta still was vibrant as ever, continuing to ravish me until my body tensed and flushed with warmth. I clenched my thighs around Johnny’s waist as my next orgasm gushed out, leaving trails across his abs. “F-fuck, s-sorry.” I whispered. He shook his head and sat up, cupping my face to kiss my lips and tired body. I held onto him as I could barely keep up with Yuta though I could feel him ready to lose himself at any moment as well.

“Don’t be sorry. You felt so fucking good.” He purred as he slipped out of me slowly. He gave me a wink as Yuta began his greed tirade of final thrusts, bending me over completely and ramming my ass back against him. Johnny watched us, making sure my head was turned towards him so he could see every expression of pain and pleasure on my face. I curled my fingers around the wrinkled bed sheets whimpering out Yuta’s name. His hips stuttered and his blunt nails dug into my skin as he burst within me, shoving his sheathed released as far down as he could. Johnny laid back and Yuta pulled out, flopping beside me. I could finally give my body the break it deserved as my lustful greed was quelled for now.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda missed that.” Johnny said.

Yuta hummed in agreement which got me thinking. We did all have good chemistry together and it was all for fun and after the hell I went through fun was exactly what I deserved. “Should we do it again? Like hook up? The three of us?” He asked.

“Well we’ve all fucked and then had this threesome so why stop now?”

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darkicedragon · 3 years

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Fic: Imposter [Part 13]

Fandom: Noblesse Summary: Frankenstein reaches out. Notes: Among Us AU! :D Rating: G Genre: Sci-fi Word count: 1,380 Total word count: 11,645 Status: Work in progress First part | Previous part | Next part

Frankenstein paused at the boiler room door, trying to adjust to the heat. It seemed like Muzaka had changed what he'd needed to, the heat being marginally more bearable than before. They followed their ears to where they could hear Muzaka working. Yes, it must have been cooler, because Muzaka was wearing a top this time. Which...Frankenstein found a little disappointing. They had liked trying to map Muzaka's scars, curious where they were. "Hey, Frankenstein," Muzaka said, grinning at him. "What's up?" They peered around, trying to see if Em was nearby. "You lookin' for Em?" Muzaka said. "He's not here." He chuckled, setting down the wrench he was holding as he walked up to Frankenstein. "You worried he might see somethin' again?" Frankenstein huffed. "He hadn't last time." Em had left before they'd barely began talking, let alone kissing. He studied Muzaka, mulling it over. "You don't mind?" "Mind what? And do you wanna go to O2 first?" "That would be far more preferable," Frankenstein said, grimacing. They were already sticky inside their spacesuit; if they spent too long in there, they would probably start melting. "Heh," Muzaka said as they walked towards the exit. Frankenstein exhaled when they left the boiler room, wiping away at the sweat that had already beaded over their face. There was a small metal basin filled with water packets at the base of the tree when they entered O2. Muzaka took one as he sat down, just rolling it between his hands. Frankenstein walked around the tree enough to make sure there was no-one behind the truck before sitting down next to him. "What were you askin' before?" Muzaka said, just leaning back against the tree. Frankenstein studied the leaves above them - they were starting to yellow at the tips. A change in the season, or something else? Did this area even have seasons? "I was asking if you minded Em telling the others we're, ah, more intimate than we actually are," Frankenstein said. They'd so far only kept it to kissing - Frankenstein hadn't felt a need to explore below the belt yet, and as Em had so easily proven, they didn't always have the privacy they thought they did. With how busy the crew were maintaining the base, they didn't have much time for more anyway. "Oh, that?" Muzaka smiled, shaking his head. "Nah. It gets across we were together, and, well..." He trailed off, his smile turning into a smirk as he looked at Frankenstein from the corner of his eyes. Frankenstein smiled at that. Well. They might not feel a need, but they were still curious to explore Muzaka and see how he reacted. Their smile faded as they leaned back on the tree, exhaling. "I want to talk to you about something..." they said. No-one else was in O2. It was open enough that they could easily see if anyone else was there. There was one vent in the corner, but Em already knew and wouldn't tell others, because that would mean revealing himself, and Em wouldn't risk that. "Yeah?" Muzaka tore open the packet, tipping his head back and drinking from it. Frankenstein picked at their glove, trying to sort out what they wanted to say. They knew what it was, but actually saying it... That was different. Muzaka had trusted them with his thoughts, so why couldn't they just say it? Because they were far too used to misdirecting, to hiding in the shadows when they could. Being unobtrusive, not saying what they really thought to draw attention to themself. They exhaled, still picking at their glove. This was something they wanted to do, not something the Union had told them to do. This was something that could make them stand out and make others scrutinise them. It was easy to talk to Em, because Em wouldn't be able to tell the others without revealing himself. It was safe. This wasn't. This was exposing themself in a way they hadn't realised they'd never done before. "I've...been considering..." Their voice almost died right there, their heart hammering. They could kill someone without a thought, and lie to someone's face about what they'd been doing at the time, but they couldn't say they were planning on working against the Union? Practice. Because they had far more practice with the former than the latter. And the only way to get better was to do it. They smiled a little when Muzaka laid a hand on their knee, giving it a squeeze. Yes. They had to say this. They couldn't run away from it. They needed Muzaka's help with this; they wouldn't be able to do it alone. Exhaling, Frankenstein lay their hand over Muzaka's. "I want to see if we can rebuild the dropship," Frankenstein said, faster than they would normally speak, forcing themself to watch Muzaka's face for any minute changes, in case they'd misread him. "If we're able to figure out a way off this base, find a way to not be tracked..." Frankenstein's voice did die then. And then what? Be free? Be constantly on the run from the Union? Who knew. But the thought of being able to decide what their future was, rather than being told what to do... No. They couldn't think about that right now. That was only a possibility. They had to get away from the Union first before they could entertain the thought. ...And Muzaka still hadn't said anything yet. He hadn't pulled his hand away though, so maybe he was thinking it over? "You wanna get out of here?" "Yes," Frankenstein said. "I don't want-" Where to start? "I'd rather not stay here, and have our fates played with by the Union." Muzaka nodded, turning his hand so they intertwined their fingers. "Heh, I didn't think anyone else wanted to escape - everyone was just focused on doing well for the Union. What made you change yer mind?" Frankenstein's stomach squirmed. They'd been doing exactly that: believing that if they did as they were told, they would be rewarded... With more of the same. But it still seemed like they'd proven themselves by doing it. Em was right. Whether the test continued or not, they were doing the same either way. They just...didn't want to do it anymore. Frankenstein ran their thumb over Muzaka's hand, studying it. He was more tanned than they were, slivers of scars there as well. "I realised you were right about a lot of things. About the Union, that they say whatever they want to manipulate people." They paused, just staring at Muzaka's hand again. Should they tell Muzaka? He had said he didn't think there was a difference between crewmates and imposters, but to reveal what they were was to reveal what they had been doing in the base. But they were tired of lying. And what was the point in escaping the Union if they had to hide themselves from Muzaka? "That there's little difference between crewmembers and imposters," Frankenstein said. Hm, maybe that was too obtuse. "Yeah, that's what I said," Muzaka said, nodding. Frankenstein sighed. Yes, that was too obtuse. Then... As plainly as they could. "I was more meaning..." Even trying to say it felt strange on their tongue. "I discovered that my DNA is far more similar to human than I'd been lead to believe." Still not that plain, but years of not talking about what they were was hard to overcome. "Oh." Muzaka squeezed their hand. "Okay." That was-? Frankenstein let out a short laugh, leaning against Muzaka, Muzaka nuzzling their head. Yes, Muzaka had said his position about imposters from the very start. "You don't mind?" That they'd lied to Muzaka, that they'd killed the others. "We're all doing what the Union tells us because our lives are on the line either way," Muzaka murmured. He huffed. "And now you're not, and by doin' that, you're risking everything." Frankenstein closed their eyes, humming. Yes, they were. "We won't know what the new group will bring, but hopefully we'll have more allies." People who would help with the dropship. People who didn't want to continue with the cycle of death. Now they just had to wait for their arrival. "We'll see what we can figure out about the dropship until then," Muzaka said, kissing Frankenstein's head.

#noblesse #fanfic #noblesse/among us au #muzaka #frankensteinmuzaka #frankenstein

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authorracheljoy · 4 years

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Constellation Asks Andromeda Aquarius Aries Cancer Cassiopeia Corvus Draco Gemini Hydra Libra Lyra Persei Pyxis Ursa Major Ursa Minor Apus Aquila Caelum Canis Major Canis Minor Crux Indus Leo Lupus Musca Orion Pavo Phoenix Puppis Virgo

Note: I think it’s pretty obvious, but I’ll only be talking about my current writing venture with The Hunters Saga for this ask :))

Andromeda - Describe your main characters

Toni is a snarky teen full of adrenaline and wit.

Henri is a rich bloodsucker with a whole lotta patience for snarky teens-!

Aquarius - Who’s your least favorite character to write?

Mmmmm probably Robert? Which is kinda weird ‘cause he’s the *SPOILER* (I’ll keep it spoiled for anyone who has yet to read my book-!) but I dunno! He’s just not a fun character to write and explore, despite being the *SPOILER*! Maybe it’s because I can’t work with “older” characters quite as well but *shrug* I dunno!

Aries - Share a line that you’re proud of!

Uhhhh I can’t pick one right now sorry!! >.

Cancer - What’s the name of songs from the musical rendition of your project? (aka, have fun! come up with fun names)

W-what? Uhhhhhh

“Frying Pans for Days”

“Mark Me, Baby”

I could probably think of more but uhhhh NEXT ^^’

Cassiopeia - What’s your favorite scene so far?

Still the one where Toni hits Henri with a silver frying pan ^^ Heheh it’s so classic and I can’t believe I haven’t tried to commission an artist to draw that scene yet :O

Corvus - Who or what is the villain of the story?

Mmmm *SPOILER* (I think you know already though ;D)

Oh but if you mean for the series as a whole? ‘Cause there’s a lotta them in future books… mmmmm yeah! O_O

Draco - Who’s your favorite character to write?

Ooooh probably Gavin? ‘Cause he’s so fucking SADISTIC!

Gemini - What inspired you to write this project?

A dream! :O

Hydra - Tell us why you love your project.

I’ve been working/perfecting it since I was in high school, and it was my first attempt at actually WRITING something so! It’s my BABY

Libra - Which relationship dynamic do you enjoy writing the most?

Enemies to friends to lovers of course! *glances over at Henri and Toni*

Lyra - Give us a few songs that fit your project!

There are. SO MANY! (too many, in fact~)

Persei - What genre is this project in?

Paranormal romance and mystery(?)

Pyxis - Are there any major themes or messages you’re writing to show?

Ya know, if I had to sum up the theme that I’m aiming for (at least without giving spoilers) I’d say that I’d love for it to be about not judging anyone and listening to your heart before anything else. YES I KNOW that’s super cliche and it’s probably been done better than what I’m attempting but like… C’MON!

Ursa Major - What scene are you looking forward to writing?

Mmmm a lotta ones with a certain villain *eyes future scene*

Ursa Minor - What’s the setting?

New York City!

Apus - What’s the hardest part about writing for you?

Staying consistent and trying to balance my dialogue with action! ‘Cause GOD do I love dialogue more than action OR description! ^^’

Also, and this is more generalized I guess, but making the EFFORT to write! Putting aside the time to work on something can - for some reason - take a lot of convincing for me at times :X

Aquila - What do you do when you’re stuck in your writing?

I really just listen to music! But before that, I try and see if I can bang out a different scene; jump around a little, ya know? ;)

Caelum - Do you write outlines? Why or why not?

I do! Because it’s SUPER HELPFUL!

I mean, sometimes doing an outline can be difficult to stick to for me. If anything, an outline is just some detailed guidelines for the story I wanna tell!

Canis Major - Do you like writing character-driven stories or plot-driven stories?

I try to make my characters interesting enough for a character-driven story but if I’m being honest? Plot-driven stories are probably what I’m better at when it comes to ACTUALLY writing ^^’

Canis Minor - Share an excerpt of old writing and new writing to see how far you’ve come!

Heh, maybe later?? ^^

Crux - Villains or Heroes?

Ooooh VILLAINS!

Indus - Are there any characters or stories you miss writing? Tell us about them!

Oh, pretty much anyone from the later books of The Hunters Saga that I haven’t written for in what feels like FOREVER ^^’

Leo - Do you have a favorite place to write?

Either the computer room or my bedroom :)

Lupus - Have you abandoned other WIPs? Tell us about some and why you abandoned them?

Oh sure I have! Usually I only abandon a WIP when its ideas and themes are too similar to something else I’ve worked on? Which sucks but… *shrug* Also, some of my REALLY OLD stories had to be scrapped ‘cause they weren’t really what you’d consider stories? They were more like IDEAS so-

Musca - Do you like sharing your writing?

For sure! :D

Orion - Do you listen to music while writing?

Only while I’m editing! ^^ Otherwise, NO I LIKE MY SILENCE~

Pavo - Where do you get inspiration from?

Other writers and my DREAMS~

Phoenix - How do you develop your ideas?

By thinking them out, writing it all down in a notebook, then making an outline! ‘Course the outline might change when I actually develop the idea but-!

Puppis - Give us a piece of advice! (about anything)

For God’s sake WRITE DOWN YOUR IDEAS AS THEY COME! DON’T WAIT! YOU WON’T REMEMBER THEM LATER!! :X

Virgo - Describe your favorite tropes.

Uhhh forbidden love and enemies to lovers are probably my biggest draws :)

Thanks so much for the ask!

Constellation Asks

#Rachel Rambles #about me #writing asks #The Hunters Saga #my writing #writing #Friendo #peaceonwheels

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diningpageantry · 6 years

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writer’s tag

i was tagged by @basic-banshee (thank you for the tag!!!)

1. how did you start writing?

ooh boy this is a Story. okay uhh i was raised in this cult thing (long story that i’m willing to tell ltr) and part of our education process was writing books so uh i wrote a full length children’s book at like 6 y/o (maybe 5? i think i was 6 tho) and i wrote a couple more before we left. i kept writing tho and i’ve always sort of creatively wrote for myself, then at the end of 6th grade into 7th grade i found the wonders of fanfiction and i was like holy shit so i started writing johnlock fanfics (oof) and uh here i am now

2. what was your first writing project? tell us a little about it.

it was uh about some horses and girls and i’m not saying it was horseland but it was basically horseland. i don’t remember much except one of them nearly died after falling into a ditch because i was a dark and disturbed child (and an even more dark and disturbed adult now tbh) but there was that happy ending. so yeah. that.

3. what is your preferred mediums for writing first drafts?

word docs. i usually move it to a good doc after i’m done, but i like starting with word

4. what rituals or habits do you have around writing?

there’s a good couple. i usually get ideas on a whim, so i do a shitty outline on my phone (honestly it’s laughable if you look at them. i showed a friend a plan list and she started cracking up because most of it is just “??????”) and try to set up a plot flow first before writing. for original works, i actually draw the characters first so i can kinda have a fully put together mental image before i work. while writing, i put on (typically instrumental) music that goes with the mood of the fic (for example, for my demon fic, i put on The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey album) whenever working to kinda put myself in the mindset.

5. we all have a “type” - of character, plot, theme - what is yours?

oohh boy. uh, pain. i like writing people hurting and in distress. angst? hell yeah baby. character wise i write a lot of kinda bitter or sarcastic queer people who are secret softies. plot wise i usually go with a “man vs. self” shit. love that internal struggle.

6. introduce us to one (or more!) of your OCs!

heheh okay uhh i’ll start with my current project, a sapphic graphic novel i’m working on. there’s Summer, who’s a high femme lesbian. she’s like... the proper looking girlfriend who likes sweaters and long flow-y skirts and makeup but she’s the rebel and gets into trouble and smokes and gets fucked up on stolen vodka way too often. she’s short and a lil chubby and she’s just the problematic fave. her girlfriend, (who’s actual name is still up for debate, but i just call her Matchstick because she dyes her hair bright/unnatural red and that’s what Summer calls her) rides a motorcycle and wears leather and jeans, but she’s a straight (heh) A student who meditates in the morning and writes sappy poetry for her girlfriend. she’s like... average taller and kinda awkwardly lanky in that way, too. this is set in suburban New Jersey and Summer has a thick NJ accent while Matchstick moved around most of her life because her dad was military (nasty divorce about 3 years prior to when the story is set) but she finally settled with her mom and little brother.

i have another OC that i abandoned that i might bring into the graphic novel (despite her having her own story that i don’t quite know if i’ll finish? it was something i started working on like 3 years ago and abandoned because it’s a tad cliche). her name is ayala and she’s a mixed jew (half ashkenazi, half mizrahi) who’s got a grunge punk aesthetic and she’s the classic bitter bi bitch who just drinks black coffee and complains. honestly? light of my life. she sneaks butterfly knives into NJ and takes a grater to her jeans and just ugh. fave.

7. what’s your favorite genre to read?

fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, and queer YA romance (i have a building library of these)

8. favorite genre to write?

fantasy, queer YA, and not exactly horror but dark stories (i’m writing a morbid children’s storybook rn to just str8 up submit to college board for a drawing portfolio)

9. how do you conduct your authorial research?

hah. google, usually. sometimes i ask my roommate shit, like once i leaned over my bed, looked at him and said “do demons have lairs?” and he thought i said layers so he looked at me, squinted and said slowly “like ogres?”

10. what does your editing (gasp) process look like?

hahAH nah it’s usually me writing shit out, like SLAMMING that shit out, then sometimes reading over it before i put it on my doc to edit. once it’s on the doc, i set my betas to it (sometimes more than my usual beta or two) and i usually read over it while they’re reading too so i edit then too? once they’re finished, i edit whatever suggestions. then i usually do another comb through, looking for little shit, then i share that shit.

11. what are your favorite tropes?

*chanting* MAN VS. SELF MAN VS. SELF MAN VS. SELF i love me some internal struggle. that and miscommunications and poor communication. basically anything that creates angst.

12. show off your writing space

i’m too tired rn but it’s just my loft bed. that’s it. it’s an ikea bed with a bunch of pillows and blankets on it, fairy lights wrapped around one side, and a shelf next to my head for my laptop/food/drinks/anything else i need

13. what is the most useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever used?

it’s odd because it isn’t exactly writing advice, but i use it in reference to my writing. i’m told that i tend to over-complicate shit, that i explain too much and i need to take a step back, and i kinda use that in my writing. it makes me look over paragraphs sometimes and just cut it because hey, that’s either not needed or i can explore the character in other ways than just saying how they’re like. i feel like it really helps because rather than saying shit about the character, i try to make them show it in their actions. it helps, i suppose.

14. what’s the least useful piece of advice you’ve ever ignored?

“do they have to be gay?”

15. your writing beverage/snack of choice?

oh boy okay this really depends on when i’m writing. if i write during early/mid-day, it’s usually a huge mug of breakfast tea with two spoonfuls of sugar, milk, and some kedem tea biscuits (usually original, but sometimes vanilla). sometimes i’ll make myself some instant noodles, if i’m really hungry. if it’s night time, it’s black coffee, and a lot of it.

16. how do you compile your ideas?

fffff uhhhh my note app on my samsung akdsfdsh okay i hate me too but all my ideas go into at least 3 unorganized note files because they always come to me in a whim and i don’t like putting a plot note with a summary note, so i have different note pages for different elements of the story.

17. what are your controversial opinions™ on the craft of writing?

oof uh... don’t write any romance that’s unneeded. also making characters do something shocking doesn’t make the story interesting. writers who feel the need to make a shocking twist aren’t good writers, because if that’s all that’s keeping readers entertained, then it’s not the writing itself, it’s them just trying to figure shit out. i’m not referencing horror or suspense, but let’s say a character who’s known for being aggressively loyal suddenly cheats on their partner for no truly viable reason, then that just feels like sloppy and boring writing that’s supposed to be interesting but isn’t. so, controversial opinion, but if you’re a good writer, you don’t need that kinda shit.

tagging @jessethejoyful @ravenclawbaz @angelsfalling16 @bazypitchandsimonsnow and any other writers who wanna do this (just tag me because i’d wanna see it!!!)

#tag meme #tag game #anï rambles #i wrote a lot oh my lord #i like talking im sorry oml

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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helloo! how was your day milady? its always a pleasure reading your replies too! <333 and i hope you'll enjoy your hiatus :))

also idk i just find parrots rly pretty, and the way the supposedly repeat stuff you say is rly endearing too djhdjfhfb in all honesty, im pretty new to the whole baking thing, but i love making cookies :D they always smell so lovely djfjdjdj i'd love to explore and make more stuff!

you do digital drawing? :o id love to see something! only if you're comfortable sharing though ofc <3

mmm i haven't watched alot of tv shows really tbh. my favourite and the only one im invested in atm is friends, ive watched alittle of modern family and how i met your mother, but that's pretty much it ig jdndjdj

as for movies, i love the greatest showman! it hits a bit too close to home but i always love the goosebumps i get whenever i watch it :) next would be thor ragnorok, which ive mentioned before djjdjs but its just really funny and love it sm, and it was loki's turning point so bonus marks. black widow is also a new favourite <333 though i felt terrible when they were being tortured as kids, but it really showed a new perspective on natasha and her past. i also really like the notebook! everything was so sweet it rly nearly brought me to tears jsbdjdjjsh and finally the shawshank redemption! it was something i didn't rly think i would like, but i was really pleasantly surprised lmao. everything was pretty depressing but it also kinda blew my mind away :D

for songs, my no.1 song rn is nct dream's irreplaceable, idk why exactly but i love that song. i also have a thing for songs that are similar genres to baekhyun's un village, nct jaehyun's try again and jungkook's still with you, so those are three more though im not really sure if they're really the same genre anyways and its been almost a year now and i still cant get over how nct 127's boom makes me feel 💕

hmm for fics, i dont really remember everything i read, but i absolutely loved your ceo cheol fic 🥺 it was so cute and the way reader and cheol work perfectly together T-T most of the time fics like these consist of cold bosses who only show a little warmth to the reader, but cheol was so sweet throughout everything it just made everything so much more adorable and endearing. i really really loved it :'D <333

what are your top 5 of these? and also for the next question, have you ever

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally? (yes im asking for recs)

- 💎 anon who loves you lots!! <333

milady?? heh you sound like chat noir from miraculous ladybug (my guilty non guilty pleasure show) i was thinking carefully about these answers thats why it took so long!! i'm going to go to bed after this is posted hehe this is gonna be a long reply so take all the time you need to answer pfft- my day has been lovely thanks to this ask by the way!!

yeah i'd love to show you something!! there were a couple burried in my rambling tags but when we're allowed to turn off anon i'd love to show you!! do you have discord btw?? it might be easier to talk on there afterwards!!

ooh how i met your mother is probably my favourite sitcom!! maybe that and b99. its pretty long and the ending was erm...not good imo but i still think the long length was worth finishing!!

the movies you picked are lovely anon!! i am also a fan of the greatest showman since i am also a big fan of musicals!! it was pretty fast paced but overall the grandeur and visuals of it stunned me and the sountrack is amazing!! i haven't watched black widow but hopefully soon!! and i dont usually watch a lot of western films but i really want to check out the notebook as well!!

ahh your music taste is also exquisite!! so im guessing you're more into like soft pop/rnb kinds of songs!! i definitely listen to baekhyun's music before sleeping since his vocals really suit soothing songs. i really need to check out more of nct's music - hello future was really good!!

OMG ANON YOU READ MY CHEOL FIC??? i was so unsure about that one but it makes my heart squeeze that you read all of it and liked it :'D

okie so my top 5 (no particular order) i'm probably forgetting a few

tv shows - 1. HUGE atla fan!! i even liked legend of korra even though some poeple didn't 2. how i met your mother 3. horimiya 4. extraordinary you 5. yona of the dawn

movies - 1. your name 2. big hero 6 3. tangled 4. weathering with you 5. from up on poppy hill - literally any ghibli i've watched

books (sorry lots of these are manga) - 1. fruits basket 2. haikyuu!! 3. SNOW WHITE WITH THE RED HAIR (IT'S MY FAVOURITE EVERYTHING) 4. to all the boys i've loved before (it's very different from the movies) 5. i don't mean to bring up percy jackson since it's been years but those books are still everything to me

songs - 1. eight (iu, suga) 2. all my love (svt) 3. kidult (svt) 4. dandelions (ruth b) 5. somehow (day6)

thank you for asking anon! i loved listing these out! next to the never have i ever!!

been to a concert? NEVER!! waiting for svt to come to canada, they didn't list canada for ode to you :(((

sneaked out from your house? NEVER i've sneaked people into my house...

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase? I HAVE! bts but it was only for like a month before i fell in love with 13 men...

had a crush? soobin duh i'm beginning to realize now that maybe i've been more in love with the idea of love instead of harbouring genuine feelings // NEVER!!

had a pet? I HAVE!! multiple fishes...rip

performed in front of a crowd? I HAVE!! i've played the drums during school concerts and during a competition a few years back!!

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

for this last one i'm going to tie it in into my top 5 fics of all time!! (with mini reviews!!) i should make a masterlist of my recs honestly - when i compile all of my favourites i think that's when i've be brave enough to tag the writers fjdshfdkj

out of touch, out of time by @/by-moonflower // i read this months ago and my heart literally still sinks whenever it even crosses my mind. i don't think i've ever been so emotionally impacted by a fic before and this is my go to rec for anyone who wants to FEEL something. i don't wanna go in depth as to spoil it, so i'll just leave it at that for now.

outlasting the universe by @/by-moonflower // you know what i'm just gonna link their entire masterlist because all of their works (even the short drabbles) are just literary masterpieces. the way they write makes you feel so alive?? and everything just speaks for itself and is so authentic. they make you feel like you're wandering amidst a ghibli film, periof. authentic is the best word i can use to describe their work and this fic is just the definition of beautiful.

bluff and nonsense by @/thepixelelf // THIS FIC. it's my go to rec overall. it was so memorable had such good flow and just genuinely so genuine?? i have no other words to describe it, it's just so ,,, lovely. the plot takes you on a journey and it's woven together so seamlessly.

in a span of three months by @/viastro // i won't be surpprised if you've read this one already because this author is a true staple in the carat writing community and honestly all of their works are simple timeless. this one really hit the mark for the me the most though and i finished it all in one sitting.

wish by @chocosvt // goodness i'm a fan of hoshi fics aren't i? this one was also really memorable for me and i have read it several times!! friends to lovers but they really made the trope their own and added lots of twists and tadbits that gave it so much charm!! i would also rec this as a starter fic for svt :))

phew thank you for reading all of that anon, i really appreicate you taking the time to write such love responses and questions. now i'd like to know your answers for the same questions ,,, have you ever:

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

to add on:

been to a place/been in a particular mood after a specific event that you wanted to stay in forever?

written a piece of work that sparked energy within your fingertips!!

met a person/have someone in your life who you now just treasure so deeply?

this is getting super long we need to reveal our identities soon fkdsfkjlds

#💎#love you too carat anon!!#love & letter 💌

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wingroad · 6 years

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end of year review fic meme

under a cut bc long af

Chronological breakdown:

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· September

· October

Blind Fate 02/10 | kagakuro | PG | 4k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko get set up for a blind date, but it doesn't go according to plan, except it does. Heartthrob 10/10 | kagakuro | PG | 3k+ | Kuroko is a real heartthrob. The sword and the stone 12/10 | kagakuro | PG | 2k+ | au | Kagami and Kuroko travel together and find themselves in a...situation. Interesting times 22/10 | kagakuro | PG-13 | 1k+ | au | Tetsuya is in an impossible position and Kagami only makes it worse by trying to make it better.

· November

· December

Overall Thoughts:

most productive months: March, April

least productive months: September, November

ofc this counts the number of fics posted. I only posted one fic in Novenber which was supposed to go for the kagakuro au month but I am terrible and didn’t make it. orz

full fics: 15

drabbles/ficlets: 40

I wanna thank @steffelchen for being a total sweetheart and drawing me wonderful fanart for my fics this past year and for leaving long and detailed comments.

Thank you for all the people I wrote fic for <3 It means a lot to me that you liked my writing.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

Hard to say since I haven’t counted last years’ writing and forgive me but I don’t feel like doing it anyway lmao. I think I wrote a bit less. I definitely did not wrote all the fics I planned and predictably I started new wips heh and some shorter pieces gave me ideas for more longer fics/snippet fics.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Uh, none? I wrote 99% kagakuro and 1% was aomomo lol. I DID have a brief moment when I wanted to write for the mentalist bc I finished the series finally, but somehow…it never happened. Meh

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

From full/longer fics: the aomomo one sentence fics definitely.

From short drabbles: Sharing is caring

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I guess. I wrote a bit more angst and some not really fluffy and shippy pieces, which were still concerning pairings I liked so…yeah.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Eeeh, I wanna write more in general, I wanna write my other knb ships, I wanna write more gen and maybe try writing other fandoms I am in forever. That’s all.

From my past year of writing, what was…

My best story of this year:

You tell me lol. I have no idea.

My most popular story of this year:

That’s kind of hard to say bc the most traction get my drabbles/ficlets bc I write them most frequent, but it’s hard to tell which of those got the most traction in 2017. Going by the amunts of notes on tumblr would be the valentine’s day ficlet Is it? which gets 49 notes. Also it’s such a random fics lol.

The second one is Hush (you pervs. But also really??? That fic? Lmao)

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: THE FICS I STRUGGLED WITH THE MOST:

What’s mine is yours

People Like us

Most fun story to write:

The Aomomo one sentence fics.

Story with the single sexiest moment: lmao. Considering I only wrote one smut…but I liked the uh ‘sex’ scene in People like us.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: n/a

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: n/a

Hardest story to write:

People Like us. I…sort of lost the drive in the middle bc I started to think about the subject matter more than I should and bc it was taking soooo looong.

Also Hush because I realized as always I just can’t write porn lol

Biggest disappointment:

What’s mine is yours. I really liked writing it, and It was kind of a big project yet it just seemed not many people cared : (

Biggest surprise: Dunno

Most unintentionally telling story: idk

Highlights + Wrap-up: Favourite Opening Lines (3):

1. Kagami thinks he’s got this. He can keep his calm even when he’s buzzing around in his seat for the past three hours of the delay, but then he sees him and he loses it.

2. Kagami stared at the simple bento box held out to him and then at Kuroko.

3. After turning thirty, Daiki noticed that there were a lot more things which were pissing him off about the world, but one thing which was at the top of the list was spending ~quality~ time with Tetsu-kun and Kagamin as Satsuki still insisted on calling them.

Favourite Closing Lines (4):

1. Whatever, he had a few months to make the best damn vanilla shake in the world.

2. "Hey." Taiga said and brushed the last stray tears from his eyes.

"Yes?"

"Let's get a kid."

The brilliant smile was all he need as an answer.

3. Yes, parents should get involved. He didn’t care anymore that their daughter didn’t express almost any personal interest in basketball, but hey at least she was doing something sport related, right?

Just…did it really have to be baseball?

4. "Let's go." He said and pulled Tetsuya down under water with him, where they both explored the secrets of the deep blue sea.

Favorite 5 Line(s) from Anywhere:

1. The only thing which was missing was a kiss." Tatsuya mused and then looked at Kagami.

"Or did you? Kiss I mean."

"No!" Kagami yelled scandalized, finally out of his daze. His face felt like it was on fire.

2. And despite the edge of the table digging uncomfortably into his stomach it was the first kiss in a long while which made Tetsuya’s heart flutter instead of making his stomach sink.

3. Satsuki knew that Aomine was fast, but it was still incredible how he bolted when the light changed from red to green.

4. “Daiki.” She only ever used his full name when she thought he was exceptionally annoying or stupid. “I’m pregnant. You can’t be more girly than that.”

5. “It seems that Kagami-kun is having improper thoughts.” Kuroko said lips nibbling on his sweet treat. “And in public.” He added as if he was disappointed but it was obvious he was making fun of him.

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An Interview With My Author

By Rosemary Bell – Heroine of New Witch on the Block

What made you decide to write my story?

As someone who has spent time as a single mum, I am fascinated by the plight of women who are striving to slay it in their everyday lives: mums who work full-time, mums who are at home full-time (because that has a whole other set of challenges), mums who are in-between, or run their own businesses… the list goes on! I knew I wanted you to be a witch, and that I wanted moving to have to be a difficult experience for you. Giving you a downright reprehensible ex-husband whose influence you needed to overcome so that you could bloom into the woman you always were deep down inside meant I got to see your grow throughout the book. Adding the witchery on top of all that seemed like a logical step – but you needed to believe in yourself before you could believe in magic!

I see. Randy sure is a piece of work, so thanks for that I guess? Moving on – why Mosswood?

I’ve always been fascinated with the United States, ever since I was a little girl. A few failed attempts at visiting has meant that for the short-term future at least, my experiences of the US will need to happen through books, TV shows, and movies. I love the pictures painted of places like Bon Temps (Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series) Mystic Falls (L. J. Smiths’ The Vampire Diaries series) and New Orleans in general – so it made sense to set my series in the South. My editor is Southern and is an incredible source of real-life info, helping me adapt my language. And then once I knew I wanted a really tiny town surrounded by woods, I got my ten year old daughter to draw me a map! Kids are so inventive, and she thought of things that I never would have thought of. I loved collaborating with her on the project, and the story is so much richer for it.

That’s actually adorable, bless her! But for real now – was the palmetto bug really necessary? And the biceps? Were the biceps really necessary? And the laundry machines? The skunks?! Actually nevermind, we aren’t speaking.

Stop being overly dramatic, it was just a bug? And sexy biceps. And… well okay, the skunks probably didn’t need to scare the crap out of you, so I’m a teeny bit sorry for those.

Did you feel even remotely bad for any of the hurdles you threw my way during the course of the book?

Not really! The scene with the eggs was difficult to write, because I was actually imagining it happening to myself and my daughter as I was writing it and I shed a tear or two, I can’t lie! But everything that made it into the book was totally necessary for your growth and development as a character, so I can’t be too sorry! And I mean, sure Declan is annoying, but could you really call him a ‘hurdle’? Heh.

What about the naked magic casting? Did you feel bad about that? Because that was just unfair.

Not in the slightest, and I will do it again in a heartbeat. You needed to come out of your shell, figuratively and literally – and those scenes really demonstrate your transition from Randy’s Rosie to your own person in so many ways. In fact, the last of those scenes might just be my favourite scene in the whole book!

What’s in store for me in Jealousy’s a Witch? The title sounds ominous.

There will be a huge raft of new characters, and new places in Mosswood to explore in-depth! The plot definitely takes a turn – you discover that Declan’s been keeping a pretty big secret from you that makes you re-think your whole association with him. Maggie will experience a lot of growth in the book too, and the main plotline revolves around some dangerous situations for her. It’s gonna be a wild ride!

That makes me worried for Maggie! Will she be okay?

Absolutely – but it wouldn’t be the type of book I write without a little drama! She will come out of Jealousy’s a Witch with a rather cool experience of her own – but I don’t wanna spoil it for you!

Author Bio

Author by day, Netflix connoisseur by night.

Louisa likes Pina Coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain. Determined to empty her brain of stories, she writes across several genres including fantasy, speculative fiction, contemporary and historical fiction, and romance.

She lives in Mandurah, Western Australia, and drinks more coffee than is good for her. When she’s not writing or researching projects, Louisa enjoys spending time with her family, and Harriet The Great (Dane). Hobbies include playing video games, watching copious amounts of tv, and various craft-related initiatives.

She strongly believes that the truth is still out there.

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THIS CHAPTER: Ladybug (Ruby/Blake): asexuality discussion, PDA, kissing lessons, making out, frenching, grinding, sixty-nine, exploration, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, fellatio, deep-throating, swallowing, coitus interruptus, voyeurism, awkwardness, panty-sniffing.

AUTHOR NOTES: Building up to some future fun now! Thanks for sticking with this fic, I know it's super long but I promise we're into the second half now and there IS an ending!

=Chapter 23

"So I ran out of books, and Yang mentioned you know where the best ones are, and mentioned you know what genres go where, and which you'd recommend and..."

Ruby Rose had been babbling on for the last five minutes. This evening, she was with Blake in the library, desperately trying to seek new books to read. As good as she thought her own books were, reading just about heroes saving the day was becoming rather… tiresome. Besides, it wasn't the story of heroes saving the day that she needed. It was books on romance. How else would she figure out the perfect way to confess her love for the heiress? To ask her to be her own? And…

How else could she surprise her in the bedroom? Any books that went into detail in that department would be greatly helpful.

"Ohhhkay," Blake laughed as she pulled a book of world maps out of her hands and set it on the coffee table. There had still been a few other people in the library when Ruby started, but they had all filtered out, partly due to the late hour and partly due to her ceaseless chattering. They probably assumed they could get more studying done in their dorms. "You've been asking me all this stuff for a while but never specified what you want this book for. I mean, what kind of story are you after? Or are you trying to research something?"

"Well... Uuuum..."

That was when Ruby seemed to be getting rather defensive. She couldn't just out right tell Blake that she was after a specific genre, could she? How embarrassing would that be to admit she was after a smut book!

Although... There was a more socially acceptable option. "Romance! It's… about the only genre I haven't read much of."

And Blake was prepared to take Ruby's insistence at face value... but something about her nervous disposition was telling her that there was more to this story. Looking at her fidgeting hands where she sat on the far end of the comfortable sofa, she leaned in very slightly - not sure why she was doing so when they were alone. "Ruby, are you after romantic stories , or… advice?"

Seemed the books weren't the only thing Blake could read so easily. The innocent asking of a book recommendation had backfired dramatically. Blake knew her game already. Or did she? Perhaps she could still pull the wool over her eyes.

"Well... If you think I'm looking for advice, I do not want to be following in Twenty Shades of Black 's example, heh."

"Oh, that's a relief," Blake snorted. "I've never read a bigger collection of bullsh... I mean, unsafe ideas in my life." With a shrug, she laid her own book aside and crossed her legs primly, trying to look completely at ease and open for discussion. Not that she was, but Ruby was nervous enough for the both of them; she didn’t need to make it worse. "Can you be more specific? Like, bedroom advice, dating, buying a present?"

"…All three?" Nervously hunching her shoulders, she grinned innocently, tilting her head in the hopes that Blake would drop the subject that she needed help. But it wasn't to be. She needed help. Reluctantly sighing, she looked to the ground, trying to keep the blush off her face. "I guess ‘bedroom’ is the one I need most urgently."

"That's totally fine, okay? Ask me whatever you need." Of course, Blake only had the tiniest bit of experience with Yang and Carm, and Weiss just the once, but she had read a lot more about this subject than Ruby had. "Do you want to learn some new, um, positions, or what?"

"Positions, tricks, anything that'll keep someone interested!" she came out with. This seemed to be a bit more dire than just curiosity. And the following confirmed it. "Okay, so… you know Weiss and I are… intimate, right?"

The Faunus nodded. "So I've heard." To be entirely honest, when she first heard little Ruby was intimate with anyone it had thrown her for a loop, but after what happened with Carmine that would be awfully hypocritical. "Why do you think you need to get Weiss 'more interested'?"

How was best to explain this? It wasn't like explaining it to Yang, there was nothing holding her back from going into gorey details around Blake. But would she want to hear it?

Nothing else for it. Clenching her eyes shut, she began to explain. "Cause my sex drive only picks up once in a blue moon, so I want when I am in the mood… I want it to be good . Y’know?"

"What has Weiss complained about? I mean, if she has," she amended hastily. "We can work on those areas and make sure you're an old pro at them next time!"

"She hadn't complained at all... but I just…" With a deep sigh, she stared down at the ground. This was going to be harder to explain than she thought. "I don't want her to be bored with me, I guess? If I'm barely in the mood to do anything, then surely she'd get bored, wonder off and do things with Yang instead. I like Weiss a LOT. I just wanna be good enough for her."

"Oh, Ruby..." She reached to her side and picked up a stack of books and papers from the couch, moving them onto the table. Then she placed her own rear end where the books had been so she could reach over and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sure Weiss knows how you feel. She's not going to leave you just because of… bedroom situations."

Unable to help herself, Ruby leant her head against the Faunus's shoulder, wrapping one hand around her body and resting it on her hip. "How can you be sure, though? With you two it seems easy, you guys can be in the mood any time. I just seem like I'm too much trouble, considering sometimes I have to jump through mental hoops just to get turned on..."

"Well... you could always just pleasure Weiss without being turned on, give her what she wants as long as it's nothing too demanding or past what you're comfortable with. Sometimes that's part of being in a relationship." With a slight sigh, she looked down at her boots. "I'm... kind of like that myself, to be completely honest. Sometimes I'm all ready to go, and sometimes my libido needs a little convincing."

"Is it weird that even seeing her naked doesn't even trigger anything?" It sounded almost like she was going off her lover, by the way she was describing it. But that was never the case. Ruby just simply didn't work that way. "Not her specifically… anyone. I never have, really."

Digesting that, Blake tapped her chin with the free hand for a moment. "Well that's fine. It's not about visuals for you, it's about... connecting with the one you love." Dropping her voice slightly, she said, "I think that's really sweet, you know? Maybe it's causing you problems right now, but you and her... I think you clearly care about her more than anyone else if you're willing to ask me about this."

"... Maybe." Not wanting to say much more on the subject, Ruby let Blake's hip go at last so they could get back to looking through the card catalogue.

An hour later, the two teammates stared at the selection of books over on the table. They'd picked a few of Ruby's typical genre, but also a small batch of romance novels. Not that the particular advice within them was too useful. It seemed Blake was more useful in getting that information.

“Sorry,” Blake sighed at last. “We tried. But hey, maybe those two on top will still be helpful.”

"Maybe. So... How do you think I could please her without getting myself off too?"

"Well... okay, you know how to use your mouth, right?" Not even waiting for her to respond, she went on, "And there's always hands. You never know, touching her and smelling her, hearing how much pleasure she's getting from you... it might bring you around. And even if it doesn't, that's still fun for both of you because Weiss gets off, and you get to get her off. Get it?"

She nodded, understanding what exactly Blake was explaining. She did enjoy getting Weiss off, even if the deed wasn't returned. That was how their first few encounters went in the first place, especially the very first when she had used her mouth. But there was one slight problem.

"Still... Doing things with fingers and hands isn't exactly… the same, you know? It's fun, but I don't know if it really shows how…" This was becoming dangerous territory. As far as she knew, she had never told anyone her true feelings for the heiress. This would become the first time, and to one of her other lovers no less.

No harm in trying.

"...How deep I feel about her."

And that did make Blake suspect. Maybe Ruby felt about Weiss the way she herself felt about Yang. However, she wouldn't dream of assuming any such thing.

"Well, let's see... thing is, I don't think during sex is when you're going to show her your true feelings. It's going to be other ways. Surprising her with flowers, or taking her to one of her favourite places." Then she tilted her head slightly. "Do you guys kiss very often?"

That question made Ruby think. When actually was the last time she and Weiss kissed? Properly kissed? She kissed her shoulders and neck when they were playing, licked other places... But an actual full-on liplock?

"... Not really. I d-don't think I'm very good at it."

"Come on, I highly doubt you're not very good. You're Yang's sister, after all."

Which was when Blake had the idea that they should kiss.

Immediately, she tried to dismiss it, to pretend she hadn't been hit with such a crazy, intrusive thought, but it was too late. What if they did kiss? Would it be weird? She was only even considering it because she wanted to give Ruby some feedback about her technique... but once that thin mental barrier had been punctured, she also couldn't deny that the short, energetic redhead was adorable, and was also the only member of her team she had never had a non-platonic encounter with.

No, that was stupid. Stupid and dangerous; it could lead somewhere that neither of them intended. Shaking out her head, she went back to waiting patiently for Ruby to respond.

"Hey, it's not like she kisses me. That would be weird!” The comparison was somewhat expected. Ruby knew very well that Yang was highly experienced with many different partners in such matters. It made sense that she would be a good kisser. “And I can't exactly make out with someone random and ask for tips. Except maybe Jaune."

"Jaune?!" Blake burst out, then cleared her throat. "I m-mean... yes, I know you two get along fairly well. Then again, given the type of person he is, he would definitely read more into it than just a simple 'test'."

"Yeah... I guess that's true. And Pyrrha would probably hit the roof!" Now that image was in her mind. Jaune Arc kissing her, making out with her. Good lord, why couldn't there be such a thing as mind bleach?! Shaking her head, she went back to the subject. "Y-you get the idea though, I'm not exactly going to have anyone else to compare to."

The increasing desperation in Ruby's voice was making her feel less and less sure that she should abstain. What if they threw caution to the winds? What real harm would come of it?

"You could... practice on me."

"Maybe I could practice on my own ha- wait what?"

Eyes widening, she quickly looked around to Blake. She offered to kiss her. Her teammate, her sister's girlfriend , just offered to kiss her to give her tips. Wouldn’t that be a problem? Highly awkward? Then again, at this stage, she thought not. After all, in their team, it seemed kissing and even more intimate things were becoming a group activity. And it wasn’t as if they were going to do anything more in the library…

"…Would you be okay with that?"

"Y-yeah," Blake said, even though clearly she still had some misgivings. "I mean, it's not like we're going to both drop our current partners just because of one kiss. Besides, you're my teammate. I want to help." To make her words sound less hollow, she edged a couple of inches closer, moving her hand from Ruby's shoulder to the middle of her back. Not overly flirty, but definitely inviting her into her personal space.

Already, the smaller redhead was beginning to blush intensely. She really was thinking about this. Blake was certainly very good-looking, and there was something rather alluring about kissing someone so much taller than her, in comparison to the mere inch Weiss had. It could certainly teach her some things.

"M-maybe we could…"

Half as much trying to convince herself as to convince her teammate, Blake shrugged and said, "No big deal. But I want you to be the one to kiss me. I'm not going to do much so you can show me how you normally kiss, and then we'll go from there. Think of it as... an aptitude test, okay?" And with that, she leaned down slightly and pursed her lips, waiting.

"Alright... okay…" Taking a few deep breaths, the smaller girl tried to calm herself as much as possible. She was going to start the kiss this time. Had that ever actually happened before?

And so, Ruby slowly started to lean forward, closing her own eyes as her lips made contact with her friend's. From there, she slowly allowed her lips to begin kneading against hers. Very gradually, her lips began to open all the more, and she allowed her tongue to press into her lips slightly.

"Whoa, whoa," Blake laughed breathlessly as she drew back - but only just enough to speak. Their lips still very slightly brushed each other when she talked. "So that wasn't... right away, but it was still a little soon for tongue. Maybe not for you and Weiss, though... does she usually go straight for that?"

Resting her forehead against the Faunus's for a short moment, she couldn't help but continue to stare at her lips. How was she supposed to keep thinking rationally through all this?

"She... Um…" Swallowing, she attempted to think back to previous kisses. What exactly did Weiss do? "U-usually we kiss when we're about to do t-things… so we kinda get excited."

Blake made sure to caress her cheek for a few seconds before answering, trying her best to reassure the poor thing. "That's understandable. Okay, try it again, but move your lips slower... and try to do something with your hands. Go on."

Taking another few deep breaths, the redhead slowly leant in again. This time, when her lips reconnected with her teammate's, she left them there for a short while. Things slowed right down, especially the kneading against her lips as she very gradually moved them against hers. And one of her hands then rested on her thigh, gradually rubbing up and down. It was all she could think of doing.

Against her will, Blake began to feel her body responding to these new tactics. So far, it was only vestigially, but that could change if Ruby's technique improved much more. Without breaking the kiss, she took Ruby's other wrist and guided the attached hand onto her neck, then left it there. Hopefully, her pupil would take the hint.

Which she did. Ruby was indeed a practical learner. And through this practice, she was learning where to put her hands. Slowly rubbing both her thigh and her neck, she found herself beginning to lean forward, deepening the kiss more. Finding she had nothing else to instruct so far, Blake simply melted into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly and tilting to one side to allow Ruby free reign. The girl was quite skilled, as it turned out; yes, she had more to learn, but she was no beginner. Almost as a sort of reward, her own hands came to rest on Ruby's waist, a gentle reassurance.

"Mff…" She found herself pulling away very slightly. The embrace was wonderful, as was the kiss! But the girl had more questions, and it made for a good excuse to hit the “abort” button. "S-so... When do you think I-I'd use tongue?"

Eyelids fluttering, the Faunus had to take a moment to gather her wits. "Um... you could have by now, actually. When I put my hands on your waist, it was kind of a green light that you could do more."

"O-oh... Um... Well this is awkward." Hunching her shoulders nervously, she kept her hands where they were on Blake, gently rubbing again. "Can we continue from where we were? O-or has the mood gone?"

"Not gone,” she said with a slight chuckle and a warm smile. “We’re only practising, anyway; you can jump right in."

And she figured she would take some pressure off Ruby by initiating the next kiss herself; they had already gone over that part, after all. Her lips met the soft ones of her teammate and kneaded very gently, still waiting for the next move to be made onto her instead of making any herself. Now that they returned to the same point, Ruby was ready, and she had clear instructions on how to take the next step. So from there, she parted her lips, poking her tongue forward and into the other woman's mouth. Rather than barge right in, she ran her tongue gently over the woman's lips, a way to ask permission.

The kiss was making something else appear, however. Seemed Blake was right in that and kissing or touching, more emotional connections, did the job in getting her arousal going. And thanks to not taking a certain antidote, that arousal would soon be visible.

A sigh escaped through Blake's nose as she parted her mouth to allow the tongue access. This was going quite well, wasn't it? Both of them were enjoying themselves, and Ruby seemed to be smoothing her rough edges. All in all, a success. So what if she was beginning to feel her body awakening? Nothing would happen - and even if it did, Weiss and Yang could hardly fault either of them after the way they both handled their relationships.

Perhaps it was time to try something more, Ruby thought. As her body continued to awaken, she found her mouth parting further, and her tongue brushing against another. The Faunus was a very good kisser, even if the main person she learnt from was Yang – not a thought she enjoyed, but she could ignore it . How far could this go? Could she perhaps ask for other critiques if she did try to go further? But before she could even think about the consequences, she found her body leaning forward, falling gently onto the other woman's body as she pressed her chest against the Faunus's.

That was when the game officially changed - when Blake felt another set of soft breasts connecting with her own, flattening each other's as if locked in battle. The thigh had been easy to ignore, but this less so; Ruby was slowly pushing her onto her back. And she was letting her.

Did she want to actually "make out" with her lover's little sister? Was that okay? Yes, Ruby was technically old enough to make this decision by the laws of Sanus, but she was also innocent of the ways of love - as evidenced by her asking for advice. Nevermind that both Weiss and Yang would probably have something to say about it, even if they forgave her this indiscretion. But they had agreed to this training session, and Blake felt committed to keep it going until Ruby called things off.

But as Ruby continued to kiss her deeper, continued to push Blake down as she laid on top of her; she found her legs parting, allowing one of her friend's to slide between them. And that's when she felt her arousal coming into contact with her, and it only made such a thing grow more...

Blake was just on the point of breaking the kiss to ask if Ruby had some sort of new weapon, when something registered in her mind: Dust. The formula. Apparently, Weiss had taken it once, and then Yang had given her the full demonstration. What if Ruby was experimenting with it now?

Was she feeling her lover's sister's magically-male organ against her thigh?!

And yet she could not stop kissing, could not pull back to inquire about it or to protest. Ruby's kiss was still earnest and true, and she desired it, even if she was slightly wary of what might happen should they continue.

However, the leader herself was wary. No matter how much she wanted to continue, how much she felt her body getting further and further aroused, she couldn't. Weiss could have multiple lovers, as could Yang, as could Blake. But Ruby could not. She was too emotionally invested in her partner to go any further. Slowly parting her lips, she gradually looked up into Blake's eyes, finding she couldn't shake that feeling at all.

For a long moment, Blake simply looked back at her, breathing hard and licking her lips. That look of shame and uncertainty was clear as day; poor conflicted Ruby. She ran a hand through her soft hair and asked, "What... else do you need help with? Feels like you have a pretty good start."

Her eyes continued to dart between the eyes and lips. Kissing her felt good, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. But she couldn't keep going. Something was holding her back from doing the actions she wanted to whilst she was kissing Blake. "I-I'm sorry… can we stop k-kissing? I... I think I got it, but I just..."

"Just what?" Blake asked gently, allowing her hands to slide down Ruby's back. Then they perched on her waist, not going further down for fear of that being deemed too far. "Just... could use some help? Down here? It's okay if that's something you need."

Not that she was entirely comfortable with the idea of that anatomy. Maybe it would be alright this time, maybe it wouldn't... but she couldn't honestly imagine Ruby hurting a flea. It felt a lot less threatening when attached to their diminutive leader than it would have any other girl - or guy, for that matter.

"N-not exactly my lower half I need help with…" That wasn't entirely right. Ruby did want to admit that she stopped kissing for one main reason; she was too in love with Weiss to keep going with that aspect. But that was one thing she was struggling with. She had only been intimate with Weiss on one occasion when she was biologically female. She knew nearly nothing on how to please that part of her anatomy when she had it.

"H-how much do you know about Weiss? About the... Dust stuff?"

"Not a lot in detail," Blake told her calmly, manually shifting Ruby's hips up and down, grinding her leg up against the erection. She had the feeling she wanted to stop out of fear of judgment, but that was the last thing Blake wanted - if she wanted to pull away completely because she truly did not want this anymore, that was another matter, but she would not have her teammate shaming herself out of a pleasurable experience. "Just that Weiss used to have... wh-what you have right now. Because of the accident. She didn't when I was intimate with her, though."

As the leg began to grind against her hardness, she couldn't help but moan out loudly. So much so that she quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. How ridiculous was that?! Licking her lips to compose herself, she tried to edge away from the leg. It was driving her too mad to think!

"W-Weiss... Has only ever had… what you have… once. When we've done things, that is."

Smiling gently, Blake stopped moving her hands, though she did not withdraw her leg. "I think I know what you're after... you want to know more about how to please the female anatomy? That's not so hard, I can give you a few pointers. Or show you."

Now it was Blake's turn to bite her lip and look regretful. She hadn't really meant to say she would SHOW Ruby! Her internal thought process was that she would find a diagram in a book, but that definitely wasn't how her words had sounded!

"Oh! I... Uh…" Was it possible for her face to turn any more red?! Blake had offered to kiss her, give her tips, and was now offering to teach her about this? How could she return the favour?

Except… she could feel Blake's legs constantly rubbing against her hardness. Over and over. She was interested in learning about this part of the anatomy, as well.

"Maybe we can teach each other?"

"W-well, I don't really..." But perhaps she was being too hasty. She would much rather practice on a friend with a vagina because it held more appeal to her, but it was true that she would like to know what on earth she was doing should Yang ever partake in the Dust again.

"I don't... really know what I'm doing in that area, either. I've never taken the Dust."

"You don't have to. I mean, if it's not your thing of course, you don't have to. Yang would never force you, either. But, if you want to practice on me for when Yang has…" She offered once more. Truth be told, if this teasing continued, she may have to wonder off and satisfy herself. How did teaching Ruby how to kiss end up with her turned on completely?

There was only the briefest of pauses as Blake considered the pros and cons. If they did things this way, clinically, then there would be less chance of things getting out of control. Besides, she really should give herself a chance to really examine one; last time she had been so dead set on getting things over with that she hadn't stopped to really look at it.

"Okay. Why don't we, um, do it at the same time? I'll lay back and you can turn around." At least she already had that much figured out.

"So like a 69 type of pose?" the leader asked, hands both on the waistline of her skirt to get things ready. This time she could have a good look, and learn the best ways to please. She felt a little self-conscious about doing it in the library, but it really was completely deserted…

"Um... yeah, exactly. Where did you learn that term?" Then she raised a hand. "Not important."

Her other hand was already unzipping her shorts as she leaned back on the couch, legs still off to one side until Ruby moved so she could stretch them out. Part of her was dreading this, but part of her was undeniably curious. Would Ruby's be just like Yang's? Would she be just as squeamish about it this time, or would the second encounter be easier than the first?

"Okay…" Taking more deep breaths, Ruby finally pushed her skirt downward even further, until it hit the floor beside them. After that, she kept her underwear where it was. There was no way she wanted to pressure Blake into looking at it if she didn't want to. That wouldn't be fair.

Turning around so she could better see the Faunus's body, she looked down at her underwear now that it was visible. It seemed she wasn't the only one becoming aroused, considering the wetness she could see soaking the fabric.

It turned out Ruby's consideration was well-founded; Blake glanced at the taut bulge in Ruby's underwear and then away again, cheeks redder than they were a second ago. Clearing her throat, she finished sliding her shorts off and kicked them onto the floor next to the discarded skirt.

"So, um... do we want to be more naked than this, or do you want to get started?"

"J-just get started, please!" In truth, she feared if she got any more naked in this public place, she would probably faint from sheer embarrassment. But to begin things, she placed one hand against Blake's inner thigh, very slowly stroking the soft skin there to begin. If their kissing lessons had taught her anything, it's that slow and steady always won the race.

Nodding to herself and trying to relax into the sensation, Blake reached over and began to tug at Ruby's thigh, encouraging her to straddle her face. Even just thinking about anyone straddling her face made her bow twitch anxiously. Blake found herself wishing she had worn cuter underwear today, or trimmed the hair beneath it more recently, but then again this wasn't supposed to be perfect. Just an object lession.

Ruby complied. Placing her legs either side of her face, she slowly began to lower herself into a better position. This would indeed not be the best, but that didn't matter. It was a chance to learn for their partners. A chance for them to have more fun in the future with a better understanding of anatomy. Feeling brave, Ruby placed one hand on her underwear, gradually lowering it down her legs to expose the softness below...

Which had Blake straining not to freak out. Once Ruby had nixed the idea of disrobing further, Blake had somehow mentally convinced herself that she wouldn't be exposed at all, despite the knowledge of what they were doing. Squeezing her eyes closed, she obediently lifted her hips up to allow Ruby to take them off, then lifted her feet so she could finish the process. A small, shaky breath escaped her when she felt her bare rump touch the couch. They were going to get in so much trouble!

Somehow, the possibility of getting caught was both horridly embarrassing... and wildly erotic to Ruby. What if someone did come in and see what they were doing? What if... Weiss came in, and joined them both? Such an idea only caused her sex to embarrassingly twitch, made her try and focus on what was below. Blake was rather pretty down there. The soft set of lips was very inviting, and the visible wetness was all the more wonderful to look at. No wonder Yang was so eager to do things with her all the time.

Being one step braver again, she found a hand slipping between her legs, allowing one of her fingers to push between the folds...

The moan that issued from Blake was mostly from feeling Ruby touch her, but also from seeing the bulge in the underwear throb. Without the skirt in the way and it hanging over her face, it was a lot harder to ignore.

"Okay," Blake sighed shakily. "S-so now you're looking at me... touching me. You'll probably want to stroke along the lips, pushing in about as much as you are now but going all the way down and back up."

The redhead's breathing was becoming shakey. This was so exciting! Even if it was with Blake rather than who she was seeking the advice for, the idea of being able to send her over the edge was so appealing. Pressing her finger firmly between the folds, she began to stroke the length of them between her lips, feeling a particular bump at the top...

"HHHAH! Oh, th-that's good! Great job, A plus!" It was really embarrassing how much she was enjoying such simple actions, but she couldn't help it - Ruby was a quick study. She had even found the clitoris on her first try, without having to ask about it! The way Ruby was poking it made her suspicious, though. "So... that's the clit. Did you, um, do much with that before?"

"Weiss did with me... I kinda just dove in." She laughed nervously again, continuing to stroke the length of her wet folds. Occasionally, when she went by her clit, she found herself rubbing to the side of it. Even if it was tiny movements , she awaited response.

Now raising her own hands to the backs of Ruby's thighs, she began to stroke smoothly and gently, wanting to give Ruby more time to explore before she started her own lesson. Even if she was beginning to get more and more curious about the thickness hovering directly over her face. Without the shock of finding out girls could have actual functioning penises from exposure to Dust fresh in her memory, having one nearby wasn't so intimidating. In fact, it had been warm and soft under her hand last time. Nowhere near as disgusting as she had been expecting.

"That's g-good. Now you might want to circle it with a finger, or... or your tongue. That's pretty enjoyable." Of course, nothing Ruby was doing was unenjoyable, but that didn't mean Blake wasn't going to help guide her a little at a time. "And you can usually start pushing y-your fingers in a little at a time after a minute or two. Mostly, you just… want to listen to your partner for changes in her breathing, or tone."

Nodding again, Ruby took Blake's advice. Or more… she took the second option. Leaning her head down even further, she pressed her tongue against the clitoral hood, beginning circling movements around gradually. The hand that was once stroking the length of her was getting into position, this time stroking around the entrance.

"Mmmhhh," Blake moaned with a little shiver. That was so good! Of course, Ruby was used to putting her mouth on something much larger, but that wasn't the only thing her tongue could tease. So smooth and wet!

But she could give as good as she got. "M-my turn," she breathed as her fingers reached up and tugged the fabric of Ruby's underwear aside, sending the tender flesh swinging down toward her face.

When she felt her arousal gently swing once it was released from her underwear, she sighed against Blake's sex. Already fully aroused and ready, the girl's equipment was slightly smaller then her sister's. And definitely nowhere near as hard. If anything, it was very similar in appearance, aside from the size. A less intimidating Yang-wang, almost.

"O-okay…" she spoke softly a moment, breaking away from her. "D-do you wanna look first, or shall I tell you what's what?"

"Um..." Then Blake realised something: she really might need a lesson in what was what. Even though she knew the basics from reading, it would be different learning how they looked in person, how they moved. "If you don't mind, y-you could... tell me what I'm touching and what it feels like as I go. Is that okay?"

"Y-yes... That seems like a good idea. That's easiest way really." Of course Ruby was nervous. Blake was staring right at her male sex, examining it. And soon she would be touching it. Only Weiss was the one who did such a thing before.

"Okay, so... so let's start here." Blake laid her index finger along the thick shaft, feeling its pulsating warmth. Feeling her own stomach clench when she did it.

"Oooh…" the smaller girl sighed contently, breathing out against her current partner's sex. "T-that's the shaft. It's way more sensitive on the underside, so where you're stroking is nice."

"Oh," Blake breathed quietly. That was new information; she had just assumed the whole thing felt about the same. Trailing downward, she poked the thin seam between where the shaft met the head, feeling a thin bit of skin bridging the two. "And... here? What's this do?"

"HNN!" At first Ruby groaned quite loudly, soon biting her lip to quell any unwanted noises. How embarrassing once again. "T-the head? Things start to feel REALLY good there… but you gotta be careful, it’s also kinda sensitive…"

"Okay!" Blake squeaked, drawing her hand back and away. That was more than she had been bargaining for. Then she looked up and saw the two small orbs hanging in their sack between shaft and tiny puckered anus. The loose skin around them had been so inviting before...

"How does this feel?" Trapping some skin between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled it away very slightly, watching the objects within shift and the member swing back and forth slightly from the nearby movement.

It certainly made the younger woman sigh contently, but wasn't a moan of sorts. The sensation was... Nice. It was pleasant. But not necessarily pleasurable. It was more like a gentle caress than anything else. "It feels kinda nice… not as good as the head, though."

"Okay, good, because I..." Blake had been on point of saying she was glad because she had done that to Yang and was worried it hurt more than the blonde let on. Luckily, she had realised that would perhaps be information overload for the young leader. "Because I think I like the feeling of this stretching." Leaning in, Blake did what she had done before, pulling a fold of the skin between her lips and laving over it with her tongue.

"Hmmm..." Ruby further enjoyed the sensation. The woman certainly was skilled with her tongue! Not even in a way to cause pleasure, but to relax her. All of the pent up fear she had of doing this seemed to melt away, and she allowed herself to relax fully.

Then finally, she leant back down to Blake's clit again, drawing her tongue back out to re-perform the small circles around it.

"MMmhh!" That spread throughout Blake like fire. Since when did Ruby need any lessons when she had already mastered everything?! Almost as if solely to delay any more pleasure to her clit, she said, "W-wait, how is... how's this?" A second later, she began to slide her loosely-closed hand up and down the shaft, hoping her movements weren't too awkward due to the angle.

"Aaaaahhh..." Such actions were turning her to jelly. It was difficult to hold herself up away from Blake's face, rather than either sit to one side and let her get on with it, or even sit on her face and hurry things along that way! It did make her back away from her clit a moment though. "Oh... Yeah, that's nice. R-Really nice. Squeeze m-more on the underside… ooh , not that much!"

Blake thought on that for a moment. Did she mean more pressure, or to move her hand? Her palm was already on it, so she decided to squeeze slightly tighter as she stroked, feeling it somehow grow even harder since she had began.

"Like this?" Both cheeks were still aflame, both from the knowledge of what they were doing and Ruby's recent laving of her own sex.

"Yeah! S-So good!" Another slightly embarrassing moan sounded out from her. It was the perfect amount of pressure on her, and as she felt it tighten all over her sex, she couldn't help but thrust her hips slightly against the hand.

"Yeah? Then good, I... that's g-good to know." She forced herself to phrase it that way, to remind herself that she was only doing this to learn how best to service this type of organ. And even though she still preferred the other kind... she was starting to enjoy herself. Something about how bouncy and soft it was made the activity fun.

To that end, she began to tug Ruby slightly lower; it was easy given what she had her hand around. Then she leaned her face up and captured as much loose skin from between the two balls as she could within her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue, massaging it with her lips. Her stroking hand was just barely grazing her chin with every backswing, but it was worth it - she still inexplicably loved doing that!

Cheeks burning, the team leader had completely and utterly submitted. Even though Blake was a bigger fan of the other version of sexual anatomy, she was exceedingly good at learning fast. This would have to be something she would try with Weiss when she would choose male parts again!

That being said, she wanted to please Blake just as much. And so, tongue returning to her clit again, the smaller girl then trailed her fingers around Blake's entrance, soaking up whatever juices she could get to prepare two of them for entry. Two seemed the right number; it wasn't as big as a male sex, but was still certainly satisfying.

"Hmmnnhhh!" Blake moaned again, this time all over the soft folds in her mouth as she stroked. Finally feeling brave enough to do so, she reached up with her free hand and used one finger to begin to push very gently against one of the orbs right beside her mouth. Merely testing.

"GNNN!" If Blake were to be any firmer with that area, she would be in a lot of pain. That certainly would not be a turn on. With Ruby, if she was injured in that area she would simply keel over on the floor. If it were Yang however, it could mean a punch back. It was best to tell her now.

"Gently! Be very very gentle with those..."

"S-sorry!" Blake panted as the sack fell from her mouth. Of course she knew they could be hurt, but didn’t think the little poke would be enough to do so! Then she thought for a second before proceeding. "If... it gets to be too much, tell me, alright?" Not waiting for a response, she took the very same sphere into her mouth, gently moving it around and carrying it on her tongue as if it were made of glass.

"WAITWAITWAITWaitwai… oh, ooh…" The frantic squealing was quelled right away, as she felt the tongue glide over her sensitive sack with extreme care and caution, she melted once more into the Faunus's actions. How on earth was she so fantastic at this?! She decided to stop any further movement down there, for now. If she startled Blake, it could hurt, a lot. This way, she would have something to work for.

And of course, the Faunus felt all of Ruby's actions come to a halt. They really were sensitive, weren't they? Experimentally, she drew her current project even further into her mouth, feeling the skin between her lips growing more taut. She also began to trace her fingertips around the very base of the head, feeling the tiniest little bumps there. Weird as a cock was, so long as she was being given free reign to explore she was finding herself fascinated with all the ins and outs.

All the while, the girl continued to moan over and over. Such delicate movements were something she had yet to experience. Her last venture was rough, extremely rough. And in it being so rough, she had missed out on what it was like to feel someone pamper her, spoil her. It was marvellous.

"Keep going..." she couldn't help but beg, head now resting against one of Blake's legs. Even having Ruby's face so close to her sex was enough to make Blake feel inflamed, but Ruby wanted her to keep going - so that was what she would do. But perhaps not quite in this fashion.

"There's... one other thing I want to try." Gulping as she began to stroke her again, she left a tender kiss against the sphere before saying, "I'm a little afraid to do it, and I might react kind of... badly, but if I could try it on you... I mean, that's what we're supposed to be doing, right? Figuring stuff out?"

Having to lick her lips to re-calm herself again, Ruby tried her best to look down to her friend. She was curious, very much so. But being so close was making her afraid to try anymore. What if it turned her off just as she was about to? But then again... Maybe it would make things even more intense.

But she was right. This was experimenting. And she had to let Blake do as she desired, since that was the whole point of starting this in the first place. "G-Go for it… if I don’t like it, I’ll s-say something."

"Okay, good. Then… here goes." Without further delay, she slid just a bit further down along the couch, resituating herself for a moment. Then she began to kiss along the thick length above her, breath increasingly shaky with nerves as she did so, her thigh muscles twitching visibly.

"Aaaah... Aaaah…" As Blake began to kiss her way upward, Ruby was also beginning to shiver in nervous anticipation. What was Blake doing down there? She had an idea, but couldn’t be sure. Either way, she was completely given over to her own desires.

When Blake's lips reached the sensitive head, she hesitated. What would this be like? Would she enjoy it? If she did, would that mean she wasn't quite as much of a lesbian as she first thought? Or would it mean nothing? After all, apparently one could switch back and forth with no ill effects. Maybe she just liked women regardless.

'In for a penny...' Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she angled the phallus down and took the entire head into her mouth.

"OH!"

Instantly the girl quivered, hands gripping at whatever fabric of the sofa she could get when she felt Blake take her. By slight reflex, her hips eased forward, accidentally pushing more of herself into the Faunus's mouth.

A blast of air erupted from Blake's nostrils. That was unexpected - she wasn't ready for more! Still, it slid in easily enough, and didn’t go deep enough to gag her, so she merely swirled her tongue around the surface, testing how it felt within her mouth. Not awful, and the flavour wasn't altogether different from that of a vagina. Not identical, but there were similarities. The sweet sounds coming from Ruby's throat went a long way toward helping her enjoy the whole process. Maybe she could do this for Yang, after all.

And that tongue was relentless over her sex. Each movement sent tingles up her spine, made her quiver again and again. All she could do was let Blake get on with it. Deeper and deeper, she began to penetrate her throat, and the skilled Faunus took her with relative ease; there was a choking noise once or twice, but it never lasted more than a second. All else was bliss and pleasure.

After a minute or so, Ruby began to feel her muscles tightening. But what could she do? She couldn't do that in Blake's mouth, Blake was so new to this she could choke! But she couldn't do it on the floor, or the sofa, they had no way of cleaning it. All she could do was warn her.

"I-It's coming... I-I'm... Sorry!"

Really, that soon? Yang had lasted a bit longer than that, if not by much. Perhaps it was the thought of being with someone new, or the positioning. Or maybe just the feeling of the inside of a mouth. Regardless, it was clear that something was about to be loosed inside of her mouth.

This was the final test. Clearly Ruby wanted to warn her, and she appreciated that, but she needed to know if she could handle this act from beginning to end. Therefore, she simply opened wide to allow Ruby's modest length to continue sliding into her throat over and over, feeling the two soft orbs grazing her face in the doing. Part of her felt slightly degraded, but most of her only wanted her friend to derive maximum pleasure from this moment.

The moment was imminent. Blake wasn't making any move to stop or to make her go elsewhere. She wanted to try this. Was it really just for the experiment? Or was it to please her? Such questions could be asked later, as she could feel her muscles tightening yet again.

With one more thrust forward, she let out a loud cry in pleasure, body quivering as the length released plenty of of thick white fluid into her mouth. Thanks to how deep she was, most went straight down her throat, but a small amount did land on her tongue. Enough for her to sample.

Once finished however, the leader found herself flopping her upper half down onto the girl's body, panting heavily as she rode the pleasure out.

There were many muffled gagging sounds from deep in Blake's throat. Oh, but that was unpleasant! Or was it? The more she weighed it, the more she decided it wasn't anything she wanted to repeat just for the sheer fun of it, but it was very easy to manage the mild discomfort. As for the flavour... there wasn't much to speak of. All of it was worth doing for Ruby's enjoyment - and Yang's, in the future.

Even after Ruby stopped moving, Blake started to shift her around in her throat and mouth, feeling the strength slowly ebbing from the instrument. Soon, she would desperately need to withdraw her from the mouth so she could breathe more properly, but Blake had training in holding her breath against water and smoke during her time in the White Fang. This was a cakewalk compared to that.

Ruby, of course, was unaware of that fact. Whilst she was laid there panting heavily to regain her strength, she'd cut off her friend from breathing, full stop! "S-Sorry!" she quickly called, hauling herself upward so she could pull her length out of the woman's mouth.

Although, that's when she heard the noise of a door shutting. Right at the other side of the library...

So did Blake, of course; her supernatural hearing was more than capable of catching such noises. Her eyes flicked regretfully to the slick member hanging above her face, thinking that just maybe she wanted to play around with it a few more minutes, before she allowed her hearing to zero in on the voices that might be too far away for Ruby to catch.

"...really think we're going to find anything in here?" That was Pyrrha. It was Pyrrha in the library!

"Maybe... Surely it has to be something minor. Dust Properties section is just after Romantic Fiction, right?"

Jaune was with her. And what was worse, they were headed for that exact section of the library! There was only one option Ruby could possibly think of.

"Under the couch, quick!"

"Under the couch? Are you insane?!" But there was no time to debate a better hiding place - they were headed their way. Grabbing her shorts and Ruby's skirt, Blake dove underneath along with her, reaching back out to grab Ruby's underwear as an afterthought.

"Should be," said Pyrrha as they drifted between the shelves, running their fingers over the spines. "What if there's nothing here that can help us, though? I hate to think of how far we've come, only to be stopped here by… this ."

The gesture couldn't be seen from where the two girls were hiding. Although it was a good place, it wasn't convenient. Ruby found herself having to snuggle up as close as she could to Blake's back in order to save space, and keep herself hidden. Curiosity however made her try and keep her head above Blake's.

"There will be a solution. Weiss may have just... got the mixture slightly wrong! C-Can happen to the best of us, right?"

Finally taking a book from the shelf, there was an even more alarming factor for the girls. He was headed their way! But if one was to look at the book, they could easily see the title. "Dust and You: Biological Dust and its uses."

What did they need such a book for? Ruby’s eyes narrowed above her teammate’s hair, but she honestly didn’t know what they were talking about.

Meanwhile, Blake was trying not to say anything about the fact that a wet-with-saliva, semi-hard member was up against her bare behind. Obviously there wasn't enough time to put their clothes back on, but now she wished she had taken that time anyway. Pyrrha and Jaune were too close to risk all the rustling now! So all she could do was feel embarrassed and silly.

"Perhaps." Pyrrha paced closer and closer until she was standing in the dimly-lit seating area itself, though still pulling out book after book to peruse the titles and tables of contents. "Should we ask her or Yang for more details? I'd hate to be more of a bother to either of them after all they've done for us, but... we may have no choice."

"I-It could be a good idea... Perhaps they'll know something. I'm still a little… scared of them knowing about me; but it might help them figure out things if they know I'm the one it worked on."

What on earth were they talking about? Weiss and Yang knew of what they were planning to do with Dust? From the sounds of things, they had even helped them with something...

"What's to know about you now?" Pyrrha said gently as she looked over her shoulder at Jaune, closing the book that had been in her hands. "You are now completely and fully male, we don't have to ever tell them otherwise."

As she contemplated that, Blake began to flex her hindcheeks against Ruby's half-arousal, unable to totally keep still. What did they mean that "now" Jaune is fully male? That almost made it sound as if he had been...

Which was when she fully understood. Yang had hinted that the Dust wasn't purely for Pyrrha. Jaune had been born with a vagina.

"I know, but what if it could be important information? Like, I hadn't started hormones before I took it, but you've been on them for a while now. If they need all that information, I'm happy to give it to them. Just… nervous in case anyone other than them found out, that's all."

And then, Jaune took a seat on the sofa, the area below indenting just by the two's legs. Thankfully, they were out of the way enough, but it was a close call.

However, now Ruby was also trying to figure things out, as well. They needed Dust, something obviously hadn't worked for just Pyrrha, Pyrrha had been taking hormones? Of course. Blake had understood Jaune was a trans man, and Ruby had figured out that Pyrrha was a trans woman. However, there was no way for the two to compare notes with Jaune so closeby.

"What do you have to be nervous about?" Pyrrha sighed softly as she crawled into the seat next to him, legs crossing at the ankles as the "ceiling" above the two girls sagged onto Blake. She held as still as possible. "You've always been a man, and there's nothing they could even argue with about you being one now. Besides, they are our friends. I trust them."

"Of course. I trust them, too - just expect Weiss to laugh at me, you know. I was kind of a jerk when I didn't stop asking her to the dance." But upon reading this book in particular, there was a particular page he had flicked to. 'Reversing Dust's effects'. Of course, he would have flicked right by, if he didn't read the particular phrase, which he read aloud. "Hey, here we go: ‘While antidotes for the physical effects of Dust are safe for consumption, they will cause no effect on the user whatsoever. IE -- If the antidote for a tail-growing mixture was consumed by a Faunus with an already existing tail, the antidote will have no effect.’"

"Oh." That was all Pyrrha said at first, absorbing the impact. It was all too clear: both tails and penises were appendages, and neither one would be affected by an antidote intended for something else. She needed a completely new mixture all her own. "I... see."

Blake also saw. Put together with what they had been talking about, and what Yang had told her before, it meant that Pyrrha was born male and was still in possession of that part of her male anatomy. The two lovebirds were only halfway through their journey to being the ‘perfect heterosexual couple’, since that appeared to be the end goal.

"Is it just me," she breathed so quietly that only Ruby could hear, "or am I the only one in this room without a dick?"

Unable to help herself, the smaller girl instantly chuckled, immediately slapping a hand across her mouth to prevent the other two from hearing. That would have been a disaster. But it seemed they were too invested in the book to have heard such a thing. Especially as Jaune read forward in silence. Until finally piping up.

"You... had two vials of different stuff. You had the vial itself, and the cure." And then thinking on even more, a smile was beginning to grow. He'd figured it out! "One doesn't make a dick and one doesn't make a... lady garden; one changes what’s already there to the opposite thing, and the other reverses that effect. You just need the same one I took!"

While Blake was trying to decide whether or not to laugh at the phrase "lady garden", Pyrrha was excitedly saying, "Really? Do... do you think that's how it works? That would be such a relief!" There was the sound of a kiss on a cheek. "I'll go straight to the nurse tomorrow and ask if she has any more!"

"From the looks of this, I think so… but it makes sense now! We were taking a mixture and an antidote. Just seemed like we were shooting at a bulletproof vest, right?" Of course, when there was silence from that awful metaphor, Jaune eventually gave in, leaning in to kiss her cheek right back. "Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea. Just think... You're gonna be who you are on the inside, outside. Really soon."

"Yes, I will. Finally! Oh, Jaune..." And with those words, she leaned in and took his mouth, humming with joy and positive prospects. Although at first he was surprised, Jaune instantly sunk into the kiss. As was made evident as the area above the two's hiding area was gradually getting smaller and smaller...

Although at first Ruby's thought was to wait this out, she leant closer to Blake, whispering, "We'd better leave, before he kisses it goodbye for her..."

Of course, Blake was still wildly aroused, but she had to agree; if Jaune and Pyrrha didn't slow down, this was about to get much worse if nothing stopped those two lovers. But should they try sneaking away as they were, or try to struggle into their clothes first?

"How are we going to do this?" she hissed as Pyrrha's boots began to slide back and forth and her moans got louder.

Simple. If they could get to the horrendously boring sections of the library before leaving completely, this would be a breeze. But to do that, they would have to sneak away. The small readhead poked her head out from underneath, checking it was the side their legs were on, before she started to shuffle out and make a break for it, even without her underwear or skirt!

"R-!" That was about to be a very loudly-squeaked "RUBY", but Blake just managed to catch herself and instead slid out behind the couch, catching up her shorts and Ruby's skirt, along with both sets of underwear. However, she was a few seconds too late to stand and dash.

"What was that?" Pyrrha whispered as her lips parted from Jaune's.

"Does it matter?" Jaune smirked, taking such an opportunity to bring his hand quickly down onto one of the soft cheeks of Pyrrha's backside. "We're kinda busy here..."

Thank goodness Jaune's somewhat awful flirting was a distraction for the two; it bought the Faunus more time to get to where Ruby needed her. Waiting for the couple to say parting words to that part of Pyrrha would have been an awfully awkward task. She stayed crouched until they were totally involved with each other again, then sprinted away to join her teammate.

"Whew!" Blake breathed once she and Ruby were several rows of shelves away, holding out the skirt. "Did... did that really happen? Did we really come that close to hearing them, uh, do what we did?"

"If we don't head out of here soon, I think we still will. I don't expect Jaune to be the quiet type!" Ruby whispered, quickly taking the skirt from Blake and forcing it on, quickly pulling it up her legs. Then the arm outstretched again. "Panties?"

Blake reached into her other hand, and came up with both pairs. A thought came to her - one probably mostly spurred on by her currently aroused state. Raising the cute little pink ones of her teammate up to her nose, she inhaled slowly and deeply, eyes closing in feigned bliss. Actually, mostly closed; one of them was just barely slitted open, watching Ruby for a reaction.

Right away, Ruby's once determined look vanished. And it was replaced with that very same crimson blush all over her face. And a few surprised blinks. Why was that so hot?

In truth, the panties mostly just smelled of perspiration and a very tiny amount of "male" arousal... but it still managed to stir Blake's passions a tiny bit more. Therefore, she quickly lowered them and began to put on her own underwear. "I'm gonna keep these as a souvenir. You'd better run along. Thanks for helping me out, though; I learned a lot."

"Wait... WHAT?!" She had to try her very best to keep herself from shouting, walking much closer to Blake as she began to continuously fidget with her skirt. With what was poking upward to create a slight tenting. Why did it stay up now, when she DIDN'T want it to?! "I-I need those!"

"And I needed... you to finish your lesson," Blake said delicately, currently zipping her shorts back into place with a grimace; she still really, really needed somebody to go to town on her! "But since you didn't, I think this is fair. And you don't really need them, unless you're going to be walking back to your dorm on your hands!"

"I... Well... Hnnn..…" It was a good point, more than suitable revenge. Ruby had left Blake practically begging for release, to the point when she was uncomfortable. Just because it wasn’t her fault, and that of two other blissfully ignorant students, didn’t matter. Having no underwear until she got to the dorm seemed like a very minor sacrifice compared to such a thing. "Okay okay... You win. I'll head back to the dorm like this, and I can take care of you there, if you want."

Suddenly feeling a little shy, Blake smiled and whispered, "Maybe I’ll take you up on that. Just don't-"

"MMhhhh, JAUNE!!"

Blinking, Blake glanced over her shoulder briefly before shaking her head and turning back to Ruby. "Just don't forget that you've got a dick. A nice-sized one covered in me." But then she started to feel like she was being too mean. "And... who knows? Maybe it will feel nice, letting it all hang out. Never know until you try, right?"

"Says the girl who's never had to deal with an erection," Ruby muttered, clearly struggling with said erection as she obviously fiddled with her skirt more and more, trying to make sure it would stay down. But it was only getting worse when overhearing the two on the sofa.

"So quick, huh? Usually it takes me a while to keep you going!"

"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha announced. "You just feel so good, and I'm so in love with you that... that I need you right away!"

"Okay then!" Blake hissed, goose-stepping toward the exit as she tucked Ruby's undergarment underneath her vest, steps noticeably shaky. "We'd better go before we become the worst kind of voyeurs of all time!"

"You can say that again!" the leader agreed, quickly running through the exit with Blake, leaving the members of team JNPR to satisfy one another. Without their input.

#she wants the dust #rwby ladybug #ruby x blake #rwby smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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elizabethhollowswriting-blog · 7 years

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32 Things to Ask Me

Ah, my first tag for one of these! @iamemeraldfox tagged me in “32 Things About Myself” and I am a sucker for filling things like this out :)

So click below the cut if you wanna hear these little facts about me!

1) Name: Sarah 2) Nickname(s): Liz/Elizabeth is one of my pseudonyms so you’re welcome to use that! 3) Zodiac sign: Virgo 4) Height: 5′4. I’m nice and short :D 5) Ethnicity: Australian 6) Birthplace: Capital of Australia ;) 7) Sexual orientation: Demisexual/Ace-spectrum. 8) Favourite fruit(s): Peaches, Apples and Watermelon probably, 9) Favourite season(s): Winter 10) Favourite song(s): I’m currently shuffling Green Day but have too many to say I have a favourite. 11) Favourite flower(s): I am not a plant person. I am a sneeze at anything that makes pollen person. 12) Favourite book(s): Hnngh. I have too many to count. I am setting up a Goodreads account though where we can go into this in more detail ;) 13) Favourite animal(s): ALL OF THEM. It’s kind of why I put animals in my stories. I love giving the weird and wonderful ones a mention and I love learning about each and every one of them through research. <3 14) Favourite beverage(s): Tea. Give me teabags or leaves and a kettle and I am in my happy place. 15) Favourite fictional character(s): The villains. The anti-heros. The broken warriors and the women who slaughter everything in their path. Give me all the darkness and the soft glimpses of light. 16) Dream trip: A close friend. A laptop each. A writing exploration of the entire world. 17) Killed people: Who would even admit to this? I mean, fictionally I have... 18) Siblings: An older brother. 19) Horror films?: Almost always no. 20) Reason to smile: Writing. Talking to people who read my writing and share the same interests as me. Animals. Funny tv shows/movies. My family and friends. 21) Questions you are always asked: “Can you repeat that?” and “Does your brain ever slow down?” (I talk fast, heh.) 22) Favourite food(s): Hot chips. Bagel with cream cheese. All the salads. 23) A gift you currently want to receive: I can’t really think of anything actually? 24) OTP: You either know this answer or you don’t. Come on, people. 25) One thing that changed about you: I’ve become so much keener to write my original stories in the last 6months to a year than ever before and I’m so grateful for the support that helped inspire it. 26) Your first ship: That’s too long ago to remember. In a fandom far, far away. 27) NOTP: Forced romantic relationships with zero chemistry and cliche plot devices to put them there. There are also some that get my back up just looking at them. But, let’s not go there. 28) Fear that you want to conquer: Let’s just plonk down baseline anxiety and paranoia as a genre and move on, shall we? 29) Favourite fanfiction(s): Hidden in plain sight. Just look for the right bookmark ;) 31) Birth of your blog: Probably two months, haha. 32) Followers: 38 Annnnnd that’s me! Feel free to send me asks or tag me in things like these. I find them fun :)

And I tag @halcyonfrost and @sparcina

#about me #ask meme #author facts #question&answer time

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prettyboy-jimin · 7 years

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Cherry Red; i

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre: Fluff, mild smut implication

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Based on this prompt I got somewhere, I don’t remember but I’m pretty sure it’s from otpprompts

Imagine Person A saying to Person B, “If real life was a fandom, people would ship us.” Bonus: Person A, never one to quit while they’re ahead, continues to say “There would be porn of us.”

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Weeehh, I’ve been into a lot of angst lately and frankly #JUSTICEFORANGST because the beautiful thing is so underappreciated y’all like how dare, but my friend’s been hurting a lot with me and she deserves some Yoonmin fluff heh + Also, I only realised after I finished everything that the prompt would be best portrayed if it were a Non-Idol AU but.. you know… I finished it and… yeah…

Hawaii was beautiful, Jimin had absolutely no words for it. Only yesterday had he and the others boarded a boat to sail around for the day, his hyungs fishing like the old men he knew them to be, Jungkook and Taehyung pushing each other off the boat, into the saltwater. The day before that, he and Namjoon went hiking up the mountains in the early morning, early enough to catch the warm sun freeing itself from the night’s cold embrace. They took a few pictures for the fans, knowing their girls from all over the globe would be curious of what they were up to. Jimin especially liked the photo Namjoon took of him wherein the sun’s glare competed against the camera, resulting in a large halo of sorts around Jimin’s body. This morning, Jimin had gone down to the beach with Jin, Namjoon tagging along as the adventurer he was. They walked with their heads down, careful not to let a stray fan catch them and scream. They found a sea turtle making its way onto the shore, Jin immediately hopping about telling his friends to take a picture. Jimin snapped a photo of his hyung, Jin thereafter forcing him and Namjoon to do the same. They sat on the sand with curious smiling faces directed to the reptile, Jin especially pleased with himself once he had tweeted their photos, along with the sea turtle’s solo shot, with a caption that said they tried turtle watching. Jimin laughed, scoffed more so, since all they really did was sit and smile rather than actually watch the aged animal crawl further onto land.

And though Hawaii was beautiful and Jimin couldn’t get enough of the beautiful beaches, he found himself here, in their hotel suite lounging around; exhausted. Jungkook was napping on the bed across from him, Taehyung tucking the maknae securely under his arm as he scrolled through his phone. Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok were out for the afternoon for more adventure, using the most of their time exploring than actually resting, wherein the three youngest as well as Yoongi were just too tired to move.

Jimin was lying on his back, arms splayed out on his shared bed with Hoseok, feet on the ground and eyes on the ceiling. The suite was quiet save for Yoongi’s constant typing on his laptop and the music that Jimin could faintly hear blasting from the elder’s headphones. It surprised Jimin how Yoongi wasn’t deaf yet, or relatively close to it.

Jimin was just about to drift off to sleep when Yoongi’s voice broke through his daze.

“Yes, hyung?” he answered groggily.

“Let’s go out”

Jimin laughed, a witty remark on the tip of his tongue. Is this how you ask me on a date? But he knew that his hyung would have something better up his sleeve so it was best to behave.

“And where would we go?” Jimin asked, eyes still closed, half hoping Yoongi would change his mind.

“The hotel has a pool on the roof, a café and whatever.” Yoongi said “We could look over the city if you don’t wanna go for a swim.”

Jimin pulled himself up, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to recover from the sudden movement. He muttered something Yoongi thought was I’m in board shorts anyway so we’ll see, and they both made their way out the door without much conversation; leaving Taehyung and Jungkook to sleep the afternoon away.

Jimin and Yoongi stepped into the elevator in silence, allowing the horrible music to envelope the small space they created between them. There were other people already aboard, either also on their way to the roof deck or up a floor higher than Jimin and Yoongi’s.

The dancer cast a glance to his hyung, usually they’d engage in some sort of conversation, the elder always having something interesting to share but at the moment he seemed to be in deep thought. Was something bothering him? Jimin would ask but now wasn’t the time and place so he figured to save it for later.

They stepped out of the lift after everyone else on board, basking in the warmth the afternoon sun down casted on them. The view was amazing, Jimin’s eyes immediately finding the edge of the building. He ran across the deck, passing the rooftop café and restaurant as well as the pool, leaving behind an amused Yoongi to chuckle and follow after him.

Jimin’s hands gripped the cold metal railing, his eyes wide and smile huge. The wind brushed his hair back, saltwater fusing with the air he enjoyably inhaled for the past few days as Yoongi stood by his side, enjoying the ocean breeze.

“This is amazing” Jimin said, breathless and in awe.

“Right?” Yoongi stole a glance at the dancer before turning his gaze back to the view. “A fan tweeted about how she was in the same hotel as us a few months back”

“Oh?”

Yoongi nodded his head with a pursed smile, Jimin only just noticing the slight tinge of pink on his hyung’s cheeks. When Yoongi shifted to look at him, Jimin ducked is head as if his distorted reflection in the metallic railing had suddenly become too interesting to ignore. A small smirk was displayed on Yoongi’s face that Jimin hadn’t noticed. He decided he liked making Jimin adorably uncomfortable.

“Do you ever wonder what our girls are up to on a daily basis?” Yoongi rolled around to set the undersides of his elbows on the railing that separated them from the edge, eyeing the other hotel guests as they enjoyed their vacation. “What they do with their normal lives?”

Jimin’s eyes were wide, observing Yoongi as if he had just sprouted a pair of goat horns, but Jimin knew that Yoongi just liked to think a lot. He gave a soft smile as he realised that Yoongi referred to the fans as ‘their girls’ just like how Bangtan were their boys. It made Jimin’s heart warm. It had been years since they first debuted, gradually building a fanbase in and out of Korea, but only in the recent years had Jimin seen their group of friends really skyrocket off the charts. It had been an amazing series of events, but it had also been really restless for the seven of them. Though the endless support they got from their ARMYs was more than enough motivation.

Jimin mirrored Yoongi’s position, observing the strangers of different backgrounds as well, a sense of fondness catching in his voice as he said, “Apart from loving us unconditionally, constantly making sure we’re happy and healthy, making fanfiction and screaming when we post new photos… I have to say Yoongi-hyung, I have no idea.”

Yoongi was eyeing a little girl no more than three years old on the pool’s edge, it was the kiddie pool with a built in ramp of sorts, made to look like the sand as the clear water kept lapping at it. She had floaters on her little arms, and her black curls were glistening with water droplets Yoongi saw an older boy playfully splash her with. He smiled as she let out a little giggle and attacked what Yoongi assumed to be her brother.

“Do you ever think of how amazing it is that people are all divided into different fandoms?” Yoongi wondered aloud, still watching the wonderful display of family affection before him. “They’re like organisations that you can just come in and leave and while you’re there you have a family.”

Jimin raised a curious eyebrow at Yoongi. That was one way to put it, a really complicated way at that.

“Hyung, you think too much.” He says playfully, chuckling as he admires the scenery Hawaii had to offer.

But the idea continues to amaze the rapper, how people who had never even met each other in person or even know each other’s name can become the best of friends over their mutual interest in Bangtan, how a single night spanning from two to four hours could bring total strangers together and form friendships, relationships that normally take days, weeks to build. It amazes Yoongi. He thinks of their fans’ creativity, how artists can remake their photos using various types of paint, pencils, how they use their talents and incorporate their support for Bangtan and as he looks over at Jimin who was still admiring the view, he thinks of how their fans can see Yoongi’s feelings for him as if he was an open book. Damn were they dedicated.

He looks at Jimin, unafraid despite their public location; no one knew who they were here. He notices how Jimin had developed a nice tan over the last few days, hinting his skin just the slightest. Jimin’s cheeks were painted a light pink from hours under the sun and in the seawater, Yoongi thought if this was what it looked like to be sunkissed.

Jimin looks over at him, his weight still leaning on his elbows on the railing as he smiles at Yoongi.

“If real life was a fandom people would ship us.” Yoongi says coolly, almost indifferent towards Jimin’s widened eyes and shocked expression. It’s evidently clear to Yoongi that Jimin wasn’t expecting that. “People do ship us.”

Jimin straightens, his pink cheeks darkening to a pale red as his smile forms a straight line. He shifts on one foot to the other as he then finds himself struggling to find a decent position to stay in, settling on just standing straight with his hands clasped together in front of him as Yoongi chuckles.

“Yoongi hyung that’s pretty—“

“There would probably be porn of us.” Yoongi says, not bothering to lower his volume as passers-by shoot him looks ranging from confused to downright disgusted, yet Yoongi only shrugs and laughs as Jimin is the one who bows apologetically out of habit.

Yoongi tilts his head at Jimin, the younger’s cheeks now aflame and his eyes darting everywhere except Yoongi. Yoongi enjoys seeing Jimin flustered like this, gulping down air, fiddling with his shirt, rubbing his forearms in attempts at calming himself down; it’s entertaining as it is absolutely adorable. The world knows Jimin to be shy with these types of things, but the world doesn’t get to witness it up close and personal like Yoongi does and he decides that it sort of labels him as one of the lucky ones.

Jimin chokes and coughs on the air he sharply inhales as he says, “Hyung, that’s pretty intense” Yoongi smiling as he looks down at his feet. Jimin takes the opportunity to stare for as long as he could before he says something more.

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” he muses, trying to supress a smile as Yoongi’s head jolts upwards, his smile wavering. When the older boy doesn’t seem to understand where Jimin is coming from, Jimin speaks again. “You’d like that—porn of us?”

Yoongi knows Jimin is joking, that he’s just trying to get at Yoongi by his own game but it doesn’t stop his eyebrows from shooting upwards in surprise as Jimin steps closer, hands still laced together in front of him and a smug smile plastered on his face.

“You’d look really pretty writhing under me, hyung” Jimin whispers, fingers playing at the collar of Yoongi’s black shirt. Yoongi is more relaxed now, he’s played this game a thousand times before and is well aware of Jimin’s feigning confidence, the dancer trying to make him as flustered as he was mere minutes ago as a sort of revenge. But Jimin doesn’t know that Yoongi’s won this game just as many times as he’s played it.

“I don’t know about writhing, but I’d definitely be under you.” Yoongi mutters, looking into Jimin’s eyes with a dark playfulness staining his irises. “I could see you falling apart over me, Jiminie. Bouncing desperately and screaming my name as I make you feel good.”

Jimin gulps, body gone stiff and his board shorts unbelievably uncomfortable as his eyes flicker between Yoongi’s eyes lips. Yoongi’s tongue makes an appearance and wets his lips as he grits back a chuckle when he sees Jimin’s eyes follow. Oh how he loved seeing Jimin lose.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asks, his voice dangerously low as he leans towards the younger boy uncaring to whoever was with them and wherever they were. Yoongi leaned in, closer and closer until their noses were touching and Jimin’s lips were only a breath away, until a fabricated, unrealistic cough makes Jimin dance backwards; creating a large space between him and Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t move, shutting his eyes tightly to hold down his frustrations and biting down on his lip to muffle the protests. He exhales before turning forward, Jimin now a foot away from him nibbling on his lip as he toed the cement at his feet. Yoongi spares a glare at Jin, clearly the one who faked the cough and verbally drew Jimin away from him, who was standing between Namjoon and Hoseok, all three looking smug and proud of themselves when Yoongi just really wanted to hurt them.

“Jungkook told us where to find you.” Jin disclosed, a playful glint in his eye as a haughty smile played at his lips. “We’re here to call you so you can get ready for dinner.”

With that Jin turned away, Namjoon following suit like a little puppy. Hoseok winked at Jimin, making him redden even more than Yoongi thought possible, his blush reaching the tips of his ears and a part of his neck.

Jimin spared Yoongi a glance, burning a cherry when Yoongi winks at him, trailing behind beside Hoseok as Jimin speed walks to catch up to his other hyungs.

“What was that about?” Hoseok asks as soon as Jimin was out of earshot.

“That was…” Yoongi didn’t know what that was, he didn’t want to assume that Jimin like him too even if it was pretty clear; it was best if Jimin said it aloud and Yoongi could rest properly. He also didn’t want to give Hoseok a witty remark, he knew the younger was genuinely curious despite his playful demeanour but truth be told Yoongi was curious as well. “That was… something else.”

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