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dr who is like….. really bad sometimes ??
#txt#not all the time. i loved eccleston and most of tenant has been good so far. But#the shit with the doctor not only being a cool silly guy who likes to hop around and help people#but also The Most Inportant Guy Ever#who warrants near-constant praise from literally everyone#is really irritating#bc then they like.. try to remember what it was like when the doctor was like. a normal flawed person with a complicated history#and write an episode where he just fucking loses it and causes a woman to kill herself#and i know he will probably be totally redeemed and forgiven by the next episode or he’ll die or whatever and it won’t be brought up again#it’s really fucking sloppy lol it’s not very good writing#maybe i’ll change my mind by the end of this arc or whatever#but fucl it’s like you’re away from donna for 2 weeks and you become an egotistical time lord supremacist freak? its so boring I Don’t Care#i’m not making a watch tag for this I don’t give a fuc
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— when i suck it, i look in your eyes
strap sucking w/college!ellie williams x fem reader
🇵🇸 boycott & ways you can help 🇵🇸
» cw; mdni, fem!reader, afab!reader dom!ellie, stubborn!reader, dirty talk, praising, finger sucking, breast play, no use of y/n
» sypnosis; your girlfriend has been studying for hours and you’re getting needy. knowing her weakness, she finally gives in and oh how she needed a distraction from her studies.
» a/n; hii, this is my first drabble, i’m nervous lol ᰔ hope you enjoy!
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“els i’m boredd,” you dragged your feet as you walk over to the couch where your girlfriend is typing on her keyboard like crazy.
ellie jumps, “uh… not done yet babe,” her eyes never leaving the screen.
you rolled your eyes.
you don’t know what’s gotten into you. you tried respecting her space because often times you would let your girlfriend come over to do her homework and enjoyed each other’s presence. it was chill. she would give you some sort of affection from time to time.
however, ellie has been sitting in the same spot for hours. no lunch break, bathroom break, or checking on her girlfriend break.. it was frustrating on your behalf. still watching her in silence as her eyes stare at the bright screen, you try again.
“so you’re just gonna write all day and not give me a kiss?” you teased, no answer from the brunette.
“ellie williams i’m talking to yo-“
“just give me five minutes fuck!” ellie snaps, cutting you off.
not only you hate it when ellie ignored you, but you absolutely despised yelling. even when you both know she doesn’t mean to. you weren’t mad cause that’s when you realized she was tensed and finally needed a break. you know exactly what she needs.
ellie closes her eyes, “s-sorry for yelling i didn’t mean to-“ she stammered.
you’ve had enough. you grabbed her laptop off her lap and adjusted yourself on hers. knowing her weakness, you lift up your shirt to expose your bare tits infront of her face. her expression had changed from confused to serious quickly.
“this is how i get your attention huh?” you smirked.
suddenly, ellie grabs your neck and both of your lips clashes to eachother, resulting in a sloppy make out while her other hand is firmly gripping onto your waist.
the kiss was fast, deep, and desperate. oh how much you missed her. she missed you even more.
“you know me so fucking well” she whispers in between, “and so fucking needy.”
you whimpered at her words, “very.”
your voice is like heaven in her ears. the kisses slowly went to your neck, and down to your breasts. ellie’s slender hands pushed your tits up, making you gasp because of how hard her grip was.
“f-fuck be gentle please..” you shut your eyes as she bites the living skin off your tits.
“shut the fuck up.” ellie hisses, slapping your tits.
the unexpected gesture made you turned on. your hips start to rock over her jeans, trying to find some friction. your girlfriend is just in cloud nine right now watching you crave for her attention.
your hips move faster, “baby.. need you so bad..” you cried.
ellie’s face lights up, she didn’t say a word but gently lifted you off her lap and disappeared in the bedroom to get a little surprise. she soon came back with your favorite dildo infront of your face, turned on just seeing this sight of ellie.
“on your knees,” ellie ordered, “since you’ve been pestering me all day i need you to be a good girl for me..”
she says as her thumb circles around your mouth, wanting to be let in your wet mouth. so you obeyed.
“mm, fuck” she chuckles, “you really wanted this huh?”
you nod with those fuck eyes of yours. you didn’t even realize it but your shirt was still lifted up, exposing your bare chest. ellie’s free hand starts massaging them as they are her little stress balls.
“want my cock in your mouth?” ellie whispers, “mmm y-yes,” you mumbled.
so desperate that you start stroking her strap, ellie was soaked in her boxers at this point.
ellie then took her thumb out and guided her strap into your mouth. grunting like she swore she could felt it. it was a sight. a sight where ellie pulled out her phone and started recording you sucking her cock in and out, whispering praises.
“good slut..”
“that’s my girl, go deeper for me..”
“want this cock in your tight cunt later..”
the room was filled with filthy lewd sounds like a porno , honestly it could be if ellie posted that video. but she would never. it was only hers to see.
your mouth was getting sore but ellie kept pushing you in more, making you choked a little bit. not only she loved hearing the sounds of your wet slick, she loved to hear you cry and gag on her strap.
muffled words coming out of mouth, ellie didn’t care what you were saying. you were just so pretty in her eyes, on your knees for her as you should be.
“mhmph, keep going.. faster” she whimpered, your mouth was gliding so easily on the silicone.
you took out the strap out of your mouth to show your girlfriend how much of a drooping mess your mouth made.
“i love you els.. i’m all yours,” you say as you were waiting for that affection you’ve been needing all day from her as well.
“love you so much pretty girl..” she whispers.
she was so glad you gave her that much needed break.
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#bianca writes✍🏼 . ݁₊ ⊹ .#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie tlou#ellie x y/n#ellie smut#fem reader#wlw post#wlw#wlw fanfic#the last of us#tlou2#abby anderson#abby tlou#smut#ellie x abby#lgbtq#lgbt pride#drabble#ellie x you#don’t stop talking about palestine#pal
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shower sex with luke hughes help
✮ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, lh⁴³
♡ ─ word count | 1k
♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! unedited (no one is surprised) unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids), p in v action, pretty vanilla lol, jack being a cockblock HA
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♡ ─ ev's notes | i haven't written a full blown smut in a while i hope i'm still good at it LMAO, hope y'all will enjoy!!! also requests are open so PLEASE SEND THEM IN! ya girl is trying to get out of a really bad writing rut rn :((
The warm water was rolling down the curves of your body as you relaxed, feeling all the stress from the week running down the drain with the water. Your fingers worked themselves into your scalp as you washed your hair with your coconut scented shampoo, washing it thoroughly.
You were too engrossed with washing your hair, you didn't hear the bathroom door open and close swiftly. You heard the glass bathroom door open and quickly turned around to face your boyfriend, who had invited himself into the shower.
"Hey," Luke spoke casually as his racked down your body, not even trying to hide his smirk. His eyes took in every curve of your body, feeling his face warm up in the process. "How was your day?"
You laughed at how casual he was acting, despite being in the shower. But you didn't really care, you had missed him. "Busy. How was yours?"
"Stressful?"
You nodded, sighing.
"Maybe I can help with that?" He answered smoothly, the smirk evident in his expression as you laughed. He looked down at you, his eyes focusing on you and your body. Despite your bashful expression, you couldn't help but feel your stomach twist in desire as you gazed up at your boyfriend.
It had been a while since you two had sex with your busy schedules, the only downside to being adults. And you weren't busy, Jack was always around being a cockblock, which both of you hated.
"I'd love that," you answered, breathlessly as he smirked down at you. He instantly leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, taking your face in his hand. The kiss was gentle but very needy but it escalated into a sloppy make-out session as the water dripped down both your bodies.
Luke's hands wandered further down, clasping your neck in an attempt to bring you closer. You let out a moan into the kiss as he pushed you against the tile, taking control of the kiss.
"Been thinking about you all day, Y/N." Luke's lips traveled down to your chin and then to your neck, planting harsh kisses everywhere. Your eyes shut in pleasure, as you let him touch you. "Couldn't focus because of you, princess. All 'cus of you."
Your mind had turned into mush the moment he started sucking on your sensitive spot on your neck, a nasty moan coming out of your mouth. All you could think of was Luke, Luke, Luke.
His hands then grabbed your hips, pushing them closer to his. Your arms naturally crossed around his shoulders as he came up to give you a rough kiss, his hands bruising on your hips.
The water was still running as he pulled your legs up, crossing at his hips. "I missed you so much, baby."
"Missed you too." You responded breathlessly as he pulled you into another kiss. One of his hands travelled down to your soaking cunt, his fingers teasing.
Your back arched against the tile as he kept touching your cunt, but careful not to enter. He was teasing and both of you knew it, you hated it. "Fuck Luke, come on."
"What? I wanna take my time with you baby, is that such a crime?" He spoke and you could feel his smirk against your neck as he kept playing with cunt.
You whined as he kept leaving teasing touches on your cunt before he finally entered one long, slim finger in you. Your whole body jolted at that, clenching around his finger. He kept it there for a few seconds before he began thrusting it in and out, slowly.
"Luke, please." You whined, his pace was slow and excruciating, you hated it.
"Please what?"
You hated when he did this, but you knew it made the O better. "Just fuck me, Luke."
He let out a laugh before he stopped completely, taking his finger out of your sticky core. Before you could complain, you felt him push in his tip inside your cunt slowly. Your back arched in response, your head falling back on tile from the pleasure. He was only a quarter in and you felt so full, he was so big.
He stretched you out so well, you felt like your head was in the clouds. As he bottomed you out, you felt like your whole body was on fire. You loved how well he filled you up, it was like he was made for you.
Your arms hung off Luke's shoulders as his hands were still holding on to your hips as he began thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first. But you knew that pace wouldn't last. Before you knew it, Luke was fucking you into the wall as you held onto to his shoulders for dear life.
"Luke!" you cried out as he kept his pace brutal and quick, just like you liked. His head fell on your forehead as he kept pounding into you, your whole body shaking with each thrust.
You felt the familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach as he kept his pace and you knew you were close. Your walls clenched around Luke's cock, he moaned at that. You were so tight and so warm, he loved how you felt.
He moved one hand from your hip and went down to your clit, rubbing the nub as he kept fucking into you. Both sensations made you cry out in utter pleasure, your whole body began twitching. The knot was getting tighter and tighter and finally, it snapped. Your moan echoed throughout the bathroom, your vision blurring momentarily as Luke chased his own high. His hips snapped against yours roughly, fucking you through your orgasm.
And before you knew it, he was spilling his seed into you. You both breathed heavily, trying to regain your composure after that. But before neither of you could say anything, you heard some knocking on the door.
"Could you guys fuck quieter please, I'm trying to take a nap." Jack's voice was muffled on the other side of the door as he spoke. Luke immediately let out an agitated sigh.
"Jesus Christ." Luke mumbled before he continued, "Whatever dude, go back to sleep."
"Are you guys using protection or am I gonna be an uncle soon?" Jack teased before you and Luke let out annoyed groans.
"Go back to bed!" You both shouted in union.
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Currently thinking about high/drunk sex with yunho or mingi because when I get faded I feel everything x1000000 and that dizzy feeling just adds to it (im totally not delusional just manifesting TEHEHESKFNCKSNDKKC) - 🪐
okok i'll do drunk sex because i have never been high in my life so i won't be able to write about that accurately!!
that said.... we have seen them drunk, and yunho is very good at keeping his composure when drinking so he'll definitely make sure to watch out for safety and your comfort and just take care of you!! but i also think the way he kisses you gets a little sloppy, all over your body, not just when kissing on the lips... and he won't just be drunk on the alcohol, he'll get drunk on you too... like... will hum against your skin when you reach up into his hair as he's trailing kisses down your body... i also feel like he'll take his time to savour the moment even more in that kind of situation!! like just imagine him going down on you so slow that you're painfully horny already by the time he's barely even reached your stomach??? the type to put your pleasure over his, and once he's done eating you out he'll make you ride him instead of him being on top, just so he can make sure there's no way whatsoever that he goes too fast or too hard in this state like :(( he wants to make you feel good but he also wants to make sure you feel safe at all times!!!! 😭😭😭
as for mingi i think he'd be very different... is definitely all over you when you're both drunk, but you have to tease him and get him in the mood first.... but once you've got him there, boi you're in for a surprise. sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, hands roaming your body as if you were running out of time, clothes being pulled off (maybe even torn off????) because suddenly he NEEDS you and there's nothing that can get in his way to get you... the type to pick you up and fuck you against the wall right then and there, lips attached to your neck all the way through until the pleasure just gets too much; or he'll just push you onto the bed, the dinner table, the kitchen counter, wherever you're closest to really, and take you there... and it'll be intense, like this guy might just actually growl into your ear as he's fucking you hard and full of need, fingernails dug into your flesh, and your whines of pleasure will for sure send him over the edge... (however, if he's drunk i'm pretty sure he'll be asleep within minutes after that, probably positioning himself so he can fall asleep in your lap or on your chest sooo... :') very conflicting images i'm getting here lol)
#ateez smut#ateez x reader#yunho smut#mingi smut#ateez hard hours#yunho x reader#mingi x reader#ateez x fem reader#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#hard hours#smut#🪐 anon
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pLEASE if you could write more of sub!OP men you would feed me for the entire winter (or just more luffy begging if it's no problem to you, love ur writing xoxo)
sorry for answering back so late i was absolutely out of any and all creative juice (lord help me), but i love writing sub!OP men and you guys seem to like it so here we go!!
(im supposed to be on hiatus to focus on exams but writing smut never hurt nobody)
"i want to watch you fall apart, baby" ft. luffy <3
ft. (very submissive) luffy x (somewhat dom) fem!reader
set-up: you made a bet with the captain and he lost, now he has an aphrodisiac in his system and you have an insanely submissive boyfriend ;)
warnings: nsfw drabbles; nsfw stuff includes overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit of a meanie!reader, sub!luffy, all that haha; MDNI (thankyou very much)
luffy:
^^ credits to the artist!! (found it on pinterest lol)
- you knew monkey d. luffy wasn't okay
- it was evident from his strained breaths, reddening face and jittery body
- "luffy, you okay?" your words were sickly sweet, cutting through the tension in the room as you looked at his sweet face
- it was honestly a miracle he was even sitting still and not pulling you and hovering over you as he fucked you senseless
- "ugh" he groaned, palming his borderline-painful erection, "pl-ease come on, please come fuck me"
you tut, making a sympathetic face, "i thought we were going to see how long you can hold back?"
"yn~" his head is thrown back, features pleading with you helplessly
- a smirk crosses over your painted lips, taking in his disheveled self
- the menacing captain of your crew was reduced to a animalistic state. his fingers barely skimmed over his pants and even the slightest touch seemed to ignite his skin on fire
"yn please, pl-ease c'mere-" his voice was strained, as if he was holding every muscle in his being from pulling you towards him and fucking you senseless till he forgot where he ended and you began
- good thing luffy was always quick to react
- so he did just what he had been imagining for the past seven minutes; he pulled you towards himself, reeling you in till your chest was flush against his and you teeth scraped harshly against your lips
- "lu-" all your attempts to stop him were swallowed by his hungry kisses; tongue lapping against yours, teeth pulling your lip down, spit threatening to dive past his lips
- his mouth moved down to your jaw then to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in its wake, "yn let me fuck you, please. please."
- his hands ripped off your t-shirt and his teeth sunk down on the soft flesh across your chest. he hummed against your skin, as if relishing in the softness and the faint citric aftertaste lingering on your skin
- he was going insane, harshly tugging on your nipples and pressing his face between the valley of your breasts, licking feverish stripes down, "i wanna fuck so bad, keep going till you beg me to stop, come on please"
"re-really? you wanna? what do you- fuck, fu-"
- without even lifting his mouth off of your sensitive nipple or opening his eyes, his hands forced yours to skim over his straining cock as if to accuse you, look what you fuckin' did to me
- when your hands languidly palmed him, his face contorted till he was gasping and grinding against your shallowest touches
- "don't play with me, baby, y'know-" his breath hitched when you increased the pressure and pressed down harder, "yn stop it"
you laughed, a cocky sound, "what's wrong luffy?"
- his eyes were wide open now, staring you down and as if he had lost of sense of himself, he growled as he turned you around so that you were face down, ass up.
- a harsh smack reverberated against your ass and you moaned at the subtle sting, "i've been nice f' too long, huh? let's see how long you stay cocky with my dick down your pretty pussy."
a/n: i have another ask for the sub!op men and i was out of ideas so the others (including ace and shanks hehe) will be well compensated over there!! just hold on guys!!!
#one piece#opla#op#monkey d luffy#luffy x reader#one piece smut#luffy smut#luffy x reader smut#luffy imagine#one piece fanfiction#one piece imagines
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pairing : jungkook x reader
genre : college boy!jungkook , fwb , situationship LOL , confusing relationship
warnings : angst , fluff (a lil bit) , smut , boob play , protected sex , aftercare , situationships (trigger warning.)
inspired by August - Taylor Swift
a/n : haiii this is my first ever story on tumblr so😭😭😭 hopefully u like it LOL tysm for reading
u can read pt. 2 here
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"You're so adorable, it makes me want to throw up." I roll my eyes at his comment, feeling offended at the term he used but also feeling the flutter of butterflies forming in my stomach. "Throw up? why throw up?" I look away with the brightest smile in my face. "Throw up in a good way. I'll throw up sprinkles and glitter all over you", his nose scrunches up, his doe eyes shining big and bright. They were staring right into mine, although I was trying my best to not look at them. "Hey, look at me", his hand grips on my chin as he raises it up to make me lock my eyes with his. I can't stop smiling, neither can he. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my lips. I watch his lips smack against eachother before they landed right on top of mine. Giggling into the kiss, my fingers caress his jaw gently as our lips continue to dance on eachother. The sound of our lips smacking on eachother, our pace growing from gentle and slow to rough and passionate, and the small whines I let out in the middle of the kiss were all we could hear.
"J-jungkook...", his name leaves my mouth in a small whine. He hums into the kiss, his long fingers now tangled in my hair. His hand travels down to my shoulder, then to the strap of my top before he lazily pulls it down. Then the other strap. The kiss is still ongoing, very sloppy, I don't know how I still haven't pulled away to breath. I want to, but I don't want to let go of his lips. Jungkook's fingers pull down my tank top upto my belly, my breasts out and exposed for him. He pulls away from the kiss, both of us gasping for air. No, kiss me again. Kiss me till I run out of breath. No, don't stop even after that, keep going.
But he doesn't do that again, his eyes now fixed on my breasts. His big hands now on both of them, squeezing very tightly. I bring my lips in between my teeth, watching the way his hands engulf my tits in them entirely. "So perfect for me, baby" his thumb rubs over my nipple, pace gradually increasing. My hips thrust forward, feeling the heat grow right between my legs. His hands squeeze my breasts one more time before his spit lands right between them, his tongue then smearing it all over my chest. His eyes lock contact with mine as he licks, sucks and bites my breasts and nipples. I do nothing but grip his hair even tighter, my mouth falling open with small sinful sounds leaving my lips. "Fuck, mmh...I could come just like this", his lips work even faster after hearing my comment, head bobbing up and down on my tits. Fuck, was he going at it. His lips tug on my nipple, hand slapping my right breast repeatedly. He finally pulls away with a pop, a long string of saliva connecting my nipple and his lips. "Mm, fuck, that was good" his hand leaves a small squeeze to my waist.
"That escalated quickly" a heavy breath leaves my mouth. "Sure did, baby", his laugh echoes through my room. "Do you have anything to do right now?" His eyes scan my room, landing on the pile of books and papers scattered across my table. "I have some research to do, but it's nothing, I could do it later" I was lying, the research was due this friday and it was a whole lot to write and gather information about. But that didn't matter. Not when I was with him. It's foolish, really, I shouldn't be procrastinating my assignments because of him.
"You sure?" He raises his eyebrow as his fingers go through his hair.
"Yep" how could I say no to him.
He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew that so well. But that didn't matter. We were eachothers, right? I mean, we did almost everything together. We've been dating—talking—uh, I don't know, having sex?— for about two months now. But it's not just the sex. He checked on me, made sure I ate, bought me food, made me feel loved. We're basically dating. Although he never put a label to this.
"Alright, lay back down." His body hovers over mine, tall and broad shoulders showing off. The corner of his lips curl into a small smirk, his eyes landing on the very evident wet patch on my panties. I relax my shoulders onto the softness of my pillow, letting him take control over me. The pad of his thumb rubs over my clothed clit, slowly but too slow. I need more. I grind into his thumb, desperately. "Relax, baby. Be patient, okay?" The pace of his thumb increases before his index finger slides my panty to the side. "Fuck," his middle finger glides up and down my folds, my arousal spreading everywhere. I was so wet. I play with my breasts, watching his fingers rub my clit in the slowest most teasing manner.
"Please, want you inside... Now...!" I pull on my nipples, begging for more friction. A cocky scoff leaves Jungkook's mouth, his fingers drenched in with arousal leaving my clit. He plops them in his mouth, licking them clean. "Yeah, you want this?" His fingers grab mine, brushing them against his prominent buldge. My breath hitches at the feel of his dick, hard and ready to be out. I impatiently nod my head. I want him so bad. "Alright, since you've been such a good girl for me.", he presses a small kiss to my cheek. I watch him as he unzips his pants before taking them off, then finally his boxers. His erect cock springs out and hits against his abdomen. I'm staring. I know I am. "So fucking cute. You do that everytime I take my pants off", blush creeps upto my cheeks. "Shut up. Hurry up now, please." I was impatient and I didn't care about how desperate I sounded. Jungkook's smirk grows wider as he spreads both my legs wider, then placing a small kiss on my clit. "Want to eat you out so bad, but since you're so impatient, fine." He presses another kiss on the same spot before his fingers hook onto the waistband of my panties, pulling them down upto my ankle.
He pulls out a condom from his nightstand before rolling it on his dick. He wastes no time after, finally, I feel his dick run up and down my folds and smothering my arousal all over him. I gasp, feeling him enter my pussy. "S–shit, so tight, baby" He bites his lower lip "How many times do I gotta fuck you over for you to losen up, hm?" I wrap my fingers with his and lift my hips up, adjusting to his size. "Y-you can move now." My grip on his fingers tighten when I feel him start to thrust in and out. He starts off gentle. He was big. Very big. It always took me a moment to adjust to his size each time he was inside me. Jungkook's thrusts start to increase now, his sweaty forehead falling onto mine, his eyes glued onto mine. We couldn't stop looking at eachother.
I love you so much.
Everytime we got intimate, he would always look at me. He'd make sure he could see my face. Always. That felt so much more intimate, it felt as if this is just not sex, there's so much more to this. He loves me. He wants me. But why can't he just say it.
"Shit! Shit!" I moan out loud, the noises of our skin slapping and the smell of sex taking over the dorm room. Thank god my roommate was out. "You fill me up...s-so good! Don't stop!" I arch my back even more when his hand slaps my breasts harshly. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, DON'T—" his hand reaches down to rub my clit, roughly. My jaw falls open, eyes squeezed shut. Both our moans blend in together, creating some sort of harmony. "Fuck! Pussy so good!" I moan even louder at his remarks. "Cumming, mm! Faster!" My eyes roll back to the edge of the world, mouth open and wide as his pace fastens even more. I feel my body tremble slowly under him, feeling myself release all over. His thrusts fastens, his face buried in between my breasts. "Fuck, baby, almost t-there!" A grunt leaves his mouth before his body finally relaxes into mine. His full body weight now on top of me, Jungkook's body shudders as he cums into the condom. He still somehow makes sure not to fully crush me with his big physique. I pass my fingers through his sweaty hair, pressing a series of small kisses onto the side of his forehead.
Jungkook straightens his back, then pulls out with a moan. He takes off the now used condom before throwing it in his trashcan. My eyes are still closed. I don't want to open them, I'm too tired. But I do, right after I feel his lips kiss my eyelids. "Let's get you cleaned up?" He tucks my hair behind my ears. I nod, with a small smile, as he wraps his muscular arms around me. Then my body is no longer on the bed, but on him, as he carries me to his bathroom.
Placing me on the sink, Jungkook grabs a few tissues before slowly wiping me. He knows I'm really sensitive, so he takes his time to clean me, gently and softly. Each stroke soft as a feather, I relax into his touch. "Hmmm, jungkookie..." I moan, relaxed. He finishes cleaning me, then placing me on the toilet. "You need to pee." His ruffles my hair. I watch his naked body leave the bathroom, then the door closes. I pee silently, dreaming about the man who just fucked me rough a few minutes ago. Rough, but so gentle and caring.
After I'm done, I get out of the bathroom. Jungkook was on his bed, relaxed and back in his shirt. He gets up right away once he sees me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Jungkook handles me with so so much care, dressing me up in of my hoodies then gently placing me on my bed. I could fall asleep like this.
"Goodnight, y/n" He presses one last kiss to my cheek before he pulls away. His grip on my arm loses, then he fully releases it. I want to ask him to stay. Sleep with me tonight, please. I feel his figure leave my room.
It's okay. He'll come next morning. He's not the type to stay in sleep after sex. I mean, he's never done it.
My eyes flutter open at the sound of the notification from my phone, I immediately roll over to check it. I already know whom it's from.
jungoogie💌 : goodnight babie sleep well
you : i miss u
jungoogie💌 : thought u fell asleep?
you : no im awake rn 😆
jungoogie💌 : sleep
you : no i miss u
jungoogie💌 : me too, thinkin ab u rn. but go to sleep now, i'll see you next morning yeah?
you : okayy fine :( goodnight jungkook❤️
jungoogie💌 : goodnight baby
Without even realising, my feet was high in the air and I was giggling. He's so cute. I want to die. I force myself to close my phone, then I turn around and wrap my arms around my pillow. I imagine it's him, his big and muscular arms wrapped around my body and caressing my back to sleep.
It was the next day, around 12.30pm. No text from Jungkook – yet. It's okay, he'll text me later. He's probably busy. He did mention a few errands that he has to run today.
I pull my glasses up the bridge of my nose, continuing to type on my computer. I was at a café, not the usual one I go to, though. It was really cute, pink interior all the way. Baby pink walls decorated with flower vines and cute paintings all over. Just the perfect place to relax and focus on your work. It was calming here. The food was good too! Maybe I should come here with Jungkook next time.
Wait—Jungkook?
I quickly cover my face with my computer, tucking my beanie down to cover my face more. What was he doing here? I peak slowly, catching the sight of him and some girl. What. The brunette girl giggled shyly, her hand slapping against his chest in a teasing manner. Jungkook's nose scrunches up, his hand was on her arm. Fuck, I know her. Well, I don't know her that well, but I've heard of her enough to know about the small crush she has on Jungkook. They were so giggly, and she was obviously flirting with him. I don't know whether he was going along with it, or whether he was just being nice. Please, Jungkook. Back away, do something, I don't know.
But I thought we were something?
Alright, that's enough. I pull down the hood of my jacket enough to cover my face before grabbing my computer and the rest of my stuff. That's it. I don't talk to him, I don't look at him. I make my way out of the café without making myself noticeable to him. Not that he would, either way. He seemed way too into the conversation he was having with the girl anyway.
It was about 1.00pm now. Realisation was starting to hit me. Slowly, very slowly, what the fuck was happening. I sit on my bed, blankly staring at my room. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Jungkook was at a café with another girl. Is this the errand he talked about? Is this why he hasn't texted me yet? Cause he was so busy going on a date with another girl?
My eyes scan around the room, thinking about all the things we've done in here. All the places he's had me bent over, all the places we laid cuddling, my table he'd be under to give me head while I was trying to focus on my classes. Fuck. My eyes slowly start to fill up with tears, the grip I had on my bedsheets tightening.
It's okay, y/n, maybe this is why he never put a label to your relationship. But I swear, I SWEAR, we were much more than just...I don't know, friends? friends with benefits? Fuck, I don't know. My chin starts to quiver, the tears finally releasing themselves on my cheeks. I feel them glide down my cheeks, one by one, then dropping down to my lap.
Fuck, I couldn't help but think of the time when Jungkook was in my bed, my head was buried in his chest as he was trying his best to comfort me. He's seen me at some of my lowest, my highest, and he still chose to do this?
What did she have that I didn't?
I flinch suddenly, watching my phone screen light up with text notifications. It was Jungkook, who else.
jungoogie💌 : hi babie, u busy? [delivered at 1.07pm]
jungoogie💌 : ... [delivered at 1.15pm]
wya baby
jungoogie💌 : y/n answer me?? u never leave me on delivered for so long? [delivered at 1.45pm]
jungoogie💌 : aight, im coming over. better keep the door open.
Aw, did it hurt his little male ego that I wasn't responding. Or was it the fact that he really did care. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe he was just using me for the whole entire 3 months we've spent together. Or maybe, just MAYBE, that girl was his cousin or something. Maybe he loves me and he did that to make sure he really loved me so that when he didn't really feel anything to the girl, he'd be sure that he loves me for real.
Y/n, you sound so delusional.
After a few moments of trying to calm my breathing down, it all fails and washes away the instant I hear his knocks on my door. They were calm at first, soft and gentle. But the more I ignored them and sat on my bed instead, the louder and rushed they got. I could hear him yelling at me from outside the door to open it.
jungoogie💌 : open the door
I sighed. Getting up I walked towards my door, hesitantly I grip on the handle, twisting it. The door opened, revealing a frustrated Jungkook. His tongue was poking his cheek, eyebrows furrowed. If I hadn't seen what I saw earlier, I'd get on my knees and suck the life out of him right now.
Jungkook glances at me then pushes me aside, gently, before walking in my dormroom. I follow him after closing my door. He lets out an annoyed sigh, "What was all that about?"
I didn't answer.
"You okay, baby?" Don't call me that.
I don't answer.
His eyebrows press into a thin line. He looked so mad and worried. Fuck. "Y/n, I'm asking you something. Answer me, please? Is everything alright?" I shook my head, pressing both my lips against eachother. I was looking away, I didn't want to look at him.
Jungkook sighs. He's had enough. He gets up from my bed, he's now in front of me with both his hands on the sides of my head. He raises my head up and forces me to make contact with him. "Talk", he demanded.
How do I start.
"Jungkook", I took a breath. He listens patiently, listening to me.
"What am I to you?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Huh?" I repeat my words once again. "You're my Y/n", he says. I scoff. Placing my hands on top of his, I release myself from his grip then back away. Is he being forreal.
"Where were you today? Enjoying your time at the café?" This time, Jungkook scoffs. Both his hands in the air, he laughs a little. "Really, Y/n? Is this what all this is about? About me being out with some girl?" Oh.
"What do you mean, Jungkook? Clearly you were enjoying your time with her!" I raise my voice just a little.
"So what? I can't hangout with a girl now? Oh, come on, baby." He rolls his eyes. He doesn't care. He doesn't care. Jungkook doesn't care. "Jungkook, you just–you can't just...go be with another girl!" I don't know how to put this, I don't know how to say it.
"Pfft, Y/n, it's not like we're dating, are we?! You aren't even my girl!"
I let out a very audible gasp, my breath hitching. It took less than a second for the tears to fill up my eyes and to overflow. I don't know how to say it but, I didn't like how he had the power to just break my heart into pieces from just a few words. And that's exactly what he did. My hands started to tremble a little. I hated how much affect he had on me. How he could make me feel better with just a word, and how he could make me feel ten times worse with just a word. I hated the affect he had on me. But I loved it at the same time.
I look at him, my eyes red and tears falling down my cheeks non stop. My face was already red, I assume. That's when he realised he fucked up.
"Shit... fuck, baby, I'm sorry, I—"
"That's alright. Get out of my room, please." My voice was shaking. But it was so calm and small. Almost inaudible but I'm sure he heard it.
"Y/n, listen, I didn't mean that. Let me explain myself."
The corners of my lips roll up to form a small smile. "Out, please."
"No, baby, let me explain this to you. I didn't mean anything I said—"
"God, Jungkook, please, I need space! Get out—"
His lips crash into mine, hands tugging onto my shirt. They felt so soft on my lips. His lips moved against mine, gently but so so passionately. And that's what I hated about this moment. I didn't want to pull away. What are you doing to me, Jeon Jungkook. With all my remaining strength, I add pressure onto his chest before pushing him away from me. His back hits the wall, he looked at me — frustrated, mad, sad, guilty. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to push him away at all. He looked hurt. But that's on him. He caused this. If he just explained to me without going that far, it would've been somewhat okay.
"I'm sorry, but Jungkook, just..." I take a deep breath. I hold my hands out, signalling stop. "I want to be left alone." He opens his mouth to say something, but stops. He just nods. Jungkook takes a few steps forward, but stops mid track to look at me.
"Call me? Or-or text me? Please." He says.
I don't look at him but lightly nod my head. I feel more tears coming in when I felt his arms wrap around my figure, pulling me into his embrace. He held me tight, really tight, as if he never wanted to let go. I could tell his heart sank down at me not embracing him back. I wanted to. But I didn't. Fuck, it was so hard not to.
Okay. Fine. Fuck you.
I slowly raise my arms upto his waist, wrapping them around his waist. I take a step closer to feel him even more, my face brushing against his hard chest. I could feel his heartbeat, fast, banging in my ears. His body felt warm and secure, as always, but I don't anymore.
You know what, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I shouldn't do this. Maybe I'm overthinking. But FUCK, no, it's him. His fault. He caused this. Right? If he just...I don't know...IF HE JUST...made his feelings clear. Put a label on us. Please.
I was the first one to pull away. My hands were now back on my sweater, tugging onto the ends as I nervously stared at the floor.
"Out." I watch my tear fall down to the carpet. I don't look up at him.
I feel his figure slowly walk out of my dorm, the last thing I hear being the door closing with a loud thud.
And that was my breaking point.
The second he walked out, I felt my knees wobble as I fell down to the floor. I don't have the energy to get up.
For him, maybe all of this was just us fooling around. Having sex. Nothing more. But for me, it was so much more different. I didn't want less, I didn't want anything more — but sometimes, I did. I imagined us in a relationship, dating, having the privilege to call eachother boyfriend and girlfriend — but even if it wasn't like that, I would've been okay.
To live for the hope of it all, cancelling my plans just in case you'd call and say "meet me behind the class". So much for the hope of it all.
Maybe, you were never mine.
#Spotify#jungkook#jungkook fanfic#bts#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x oc#smut#jungkook smut#bts jk
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*lizzo voice* I’ve been waiting for this one! Turn it up! Anyway it took all the power in me not to turn on anon 😩. Honestly these are gonna be pretty broad so you have creative freedom!! I was wondering if I could have a Poly!Ghostface with breeding being a main focal point 👀. If not main I’ll take minor point! Whatever’s easiest! Also it’s amralice I changed my username LOL
Man you requested this thing foreverrr ago, but I finally was in the mood and got to it. I am gonna thank the new Scream movie on the horizon and also the Ghostface call I got. Breeding kink ain’t my kink but damn if it isn’t fun to write! Especially since I shockingly never have with these two! I hope it was worth the wait and that you all enjoy!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Biting. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Creampie. Sloppy Seconds. Threat Of Denial. Dub-Con. Breeding Kink. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Pet Names. Coercion. Gaslighting. Billy And Stu Being Toxic. Riding. Slut Shaming. Reader Blaming. Restrained Reader. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Begging. Crying. Decryphilla.
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Throwing Caution To The Wind.
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You were smart, cautious and careful.
Normally.
But ever since two particular boys entered your life you find it harder and harder still to keep your head on straight. They could make a suggestion and from anybody else it would be totally outlandish, something you would never even consider entertaining, but when it came from their mouths, well, it just had a funny little habit of making sense.
So when you were fooling around one night, stretched out underneath Stu, him kissing your neck, teeth grazing. Billy was by your side, hands everywhere when he said your name softly, you hummed in question and he responded, “Feelin’ good?”
A light and breathy laugh, “To say the least.” but you wanted more, so you asked, as nicely as you usually did, sweetness and heat tying the two words in a bow, opting for simplicity, “Fuck me?”
Billy didn’t sound disappointed or anything, he said it in a very matter of fact way, “Would love to but we’re outta condoms.”
Shit.
You however were disappointed, you totally meant to pick up more but you spaced on it, and true you could get off in other ways. And while hands and mouths and the rest have their very well loved place, that isn’t what you wanted tonight. You thought, turned it over in your mind, they weren’t letting up, still touching you all over, the teasing was too much and you think, “Fuck it.”
You speak, “We…We could still-” That got their attention, Stu’s head rising from your chest, the nipple he had just had between his lips released with a wet pop, “Still?”
Billy leaned in closer, “Yeah, still?”
A nervous look between them both, a bite of your lip before the pulsing need pushing you forward and the words tumbled out, “We still could if you promise to pull out.”
The look passed between the pair over your form was quick before they looked back to you, “Are you sure?”
You think for a moment maybe you shouldn’t, maybe this was a bad fucking idea, but then Billy’s hand was between your thighs, deft fingers circling your clit through barely there and soaked lace, pleasure sparks inside of you, makes your legs twitch and your breath stutter in response. Stu was as unhelpful as ever as he returned his mouth to giving attention to your chest and before you truly know what you are saying, those two words slip out on an exhale, “I’m sure.”
“Well if you’re really sure.” Billy hummed.
You were. You could trust them.
Soon enough you were deep into it with them, all clothes were forgotten as you got on top of Billy, the feel of him warm, his eyes giving away that he was as full of want as you were. One hand on your hip and the other holding himself at the base of his shaft as he lined up, the hot and hard velvety head of his cock poised at your slick hole and in one smooth move of your hips downwards you took him inside. His reaction was amazing, about the same as yours honestly, first there was a sharp inhale at the sudden rush of sensation, a small tense, and a quiet but definitely vocal moan. It felt fantastic, you from the stretch of him and him from the feeling of you, so warm and so wet, and you both from feeling the other raw for the very first time.
You started to move, began to ride, tentative, easy, bouncing up and down and holy shit, you didn’t know it could feel this good with him bare, if you did, you might have done this sooner. The build of it was quick, Stu was helping, one hand rubbing your clit, sloppy kisses placed on your neck as you reached back behind yourself, your own hand on him, stroking him as you rode Billy. “How’s she feel?”
A breathless laugh, his head thrown back as he confessed, “In-credible.”
“Oh I bet, M’ already dying for my turn.” The smile on his face was evident from his tone.
You got very, very distracted after that, trying to keep a good rhythm both for yourself and for Stu, a task that got harder and harder as you got closer and closer to your end, the fingers helping you along, refusing to let up. Your head was swimming, ample moans and panting breaths you feel yourself draw close and warn them as such, a broken and weak, “Gon-gonna cum-”
Stu’s fingers stay consistent, your hips are faltering but Billy’s hands are locked on your waist, he helps you move, keep it up, rocking up into you, fucking up as you are slammed down and you know your orgasm is going to be spectacular. It builds and rises and finally peaks, you tip over and cum, eyes slip closed and the moan that breaks out is loud and blissful.
You are thoroughly pleased and totally distracted, so overcome with feeling that you didn’t, more than that, you couldn’t gather enough mental awareness to notice Billy’s own end that had also crept up. If you weren’t so consumed with getting yourself off you would have noticed the change in his breathing, the pitch of his own moans, and all those little tells you had gotten to know so intimately that would have clued you into him getting so dangerously close. You cumming pushes him over too, plush walls hugging and squeezing him rhythmically, as if your body were silently begging him to do it, to unload inside you and he complies. Your eyes slide back open, brows furrowed in confusion as you are panting, as your own pleasure subsides you feel the flex of him inside and with a few more gentle moves of your hips, directed by him, still gripping you, a rush of warmth and wetness.
You shouldn’t be this wet, it felt way more slick so suddenly and as you look down at Billy, his own eyes closed in pleasure, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a harsh exhale out of his nose and red flush on his chest it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks.
In the haze of you cumming you had let go of Stu and he allowed it to happen, you got up, raising up on your knees and sliding him out, a small hiss from him as you do so, followed right after by the now clearly obvious mix of his cum and your wetness pouring out of you and back onto his slowly softening shaft. You reached down, feel your well fucked hole that was steadily leaking, moving back to see all the mess and you look at Billy accusingly, “You said you were gonna pull out!”
There was this much too comfortable smile on his face, a small shrug, glancing at Stu as he said, “Oops. Sorry.”
Stu laughed and you wanted to smack him, “It’s not funny!”
“It’s a little funny.” Stu defended and you ignored him as you asked Billy, “Why did you do that?!”
“Couldn’t help it. I tried to hold it while you were getting yours but it felt way too good.” He said it in a way that was clearly trying to sway you, when you seemed unmoved he spoke again, “C’mon, don’t be mad at me babe. Didn’t it feel good?”
It did. It totally fucking did but- “That’s not the point!”
“So you admit it did feel good.” He said with a wider grin and you pouted arms cross over your chest, “I didn’t say that!”
“Implied it plenty.” Stu said easily, his hands on you, locking onto your waist and you tried to wiggle away, “Stop it! I want you to take this seriously, I told you not to and you totally violated me-”
That got a laugh from them both, Stu saying with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah you seem really violated when you were cumming like that. The sounds you were making? Sounded like you were really being forced.”
“Totally man, sure felt like you hated every second of it when your cunt was fucking milking me.” Billy continued mockingly as he started to sit up, a hand running through his hair and you wanted to protest, make them apologise but Stu was touching you. He hadn’t let you get away, he was laying more affection of your neck and shoulders, one hand sliding between your legs and you tried to fight him of, “Knock it off Stu-”
“Nope.” You felt him, pressed hot and hard to your hip and he said, “I still gotta get off.”
You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that no way after this would you but Billy was touching you too again, he’d knocked your arms out of the way and he was playing with your nipples, tugging gently as he says, “He was real patient, let him have a turn.”
“N-no, I don’t want to-” You protested weakly, totally unconvincingly, especially as Stu buried his fingers inside you and felt how your body responded, clenching around his fingers. He was murmuring in your ear sarcastically, “Yeah again, feels like you really don’t want this.”
You give in, an attempt at compromise, “Okay, let me blow you-”
A laugh from the pair, a shake of Stu’s head, and Billy pulling more painfully, “Nope, you’re gonna let him fuck you and you’re gonna love it.”
You wanted to whine, sob, beg, but you felt so needy, you did want to feel him, did want him to fuck you and get off again and again but the risk, the danger of it, you shouldn’t-
Billy’s voice cuts through your whirring and worried spiral in your mind, “We’ll buy you a plan B if it makes you feel better.”
It did. It really did. If they did that then there was no point in denying Stu, you could let him use you too, let him cum inside without further worry so you rush out, “Yes, okay, fuck-”
“Awe there you go, good girl.” His fingers are pulled out and you are pushed down, Stu repositions you, forces you into face down ass up and without any more preamble you feel him against your hole and he slips inside.
He moans long and low, his body covering yours, you feel his chest to your back, his hands on your wrists, holding you down as he bottoms out. He held deep inside for a moment, feeling you with nothing in between, how loose and lubed you were from the previous load dumped into you, he ground his hips against your ass, another groan leaves him as his head pitches forward, resting on the back of your shoulder. He sounded wrecked already but he always was a massive slut for Billy’s sloppy seconds.
You moan too when he fills you, your eyes sliding closed as he starts to move, slowly, begins to fuck you, deep and hard, barely sliding out halfway before shoving back inside. After a few more moans he pulled out of you with no effort he said, “God, you’re so fucking funny, you know that?”
“Hu-huh?” You moaned out and Stu continued, “Thinkin’ that you could let us fuck you raw and we wouldn’t take the chance to cum in you-” A breathless laugh, a shake of his head, then punctuated by the hardest thrust yet and a moan before he continues to verbally degrade you, “-stupid, stupid whore, only thinking with the gash between your legs.”
Instead of angering you, instead of making you feel everything it should, instead it makes you moan, makes you clench down on him again, makes you feel even more heat spark inside of you and arousal wash over your brain. Maybe you were naive and idiotic to think that they would just pull out, maybe this was- “Your fault. This is all your fuckin’ fault.” Stu whispered harsh into your ear as his hips picked up the pace.
It was, you were warm and wet, sweet and inviting, you really thought that they could feel you, all of you, bare and alive against them and thought what? That they’d be able to resist not finishing in your abused hole that was gripping onto them for dear life? That same hole that was practically beseeching them to do it?
It was biology you were fighting against too, your mouth said one thing but your body another totally different. Who were you to fault them for listening to millennia of evolution directing them, telling every sense and fiber of their beings, compelling them to cum exactly the place they were supposed to? In your fertile and ready hole, the one you had for this very purpose.
This was on you and you alone for asking for too much of them. They were only human.
This was fucked, totally fucked, you were into this, all of it. The danger, the risk, the moral ambiguity and more still. It fuels you.
You moaned incoherently, started to rock back to meet Stu’s thrusts, Billy sitting up in front of you watching as the blonde fucked you harder and harder. “Oh, seems she really does love it.”
“Yeah she does, you do, don’tcha?” He asked and you nodded, panting as you felt the pleasure building again, a furious nod, his hands released your wrists and a hard smack that landed on your ass made you yelp as he demanded, “Say it!”
“I-I do, I lo-o-ove it, fuck, pl-please! Don’t stop Stu!” You begged pathetically, desperate to ease the ache and to cum again.
“Oh I won’t.” Stu assured around a laugh and Billy hummed, the sound of skin on skin filling the space of the bedroom around him he spoke, “How bad do you think she wants it?”
“I dunno man, shit, feels like she does pretty bad.” He mused in between his own panting breaths, another groan breaking out and Billy let that hang for a moment before posing, “Bad enough that if we told her we wouldn’t get her that little pill she’d still beg you to cum in her raw?”
“Love the way you think.” Stu confessed and with another brutal and unrelenting thrust he asked, “Well?”
Your mind was so hazy, you could barely keep up but you felt some fear curl in your gut as your clit throbbed and your cunt wept, you didn’t want that, did you? Moreover you didn’t think that they did either, a questioning and wavering moan, a stretched out, pitched up, whiney, “Whaaaat?”
A laugh, Stu mocking what you said, stretching out your “what” in the same way and your head falls forward, resting on your forearms as he uses your body. Billy chimed in then again, recovered from his own small laughing fit, “You heard us. If you wanna cum, if you wanna get off, beg for him to breed you.”
You move your head up, slightly, able to look at Billy, he was staring down at you and you could see he was hard again and was jerking off to the view of you and Stu.
When did this happen? Since when did they get into this kink? You had no time nor the higher faculties to think or question, pleasure was rising quickly, you were so fucking close when Stu’s hips stopped with him buried inside of you. His cock pressed to that sweet spot but un-moving, a sob, you can begin to feel the orgasm slip through your fingers and you didn’t think, just let it pour out of your mouth thoughtlessly, “Please, please, please, fill me, God! I nee-need it, fuck-”
A broken moan into the sheets, again followed by a breathless but still definitely loud enough for them to hear as Stu resumed his previous pace, “Breed me.”
It only took about five more perfectly placed thrusts for you to cum.
Something else was said, something surely degrading and filthy but you couldn’t hear it, your mind went blank as you shuddered under him, sensation radiating out and making your legs almost give out with a wrecked moan.
This time the come down took longer, especially since Stu didn’t let up, still ruining your hole, only when you were just beginning to come back to yourself and catch your breath did you feel it. Stu holding deep with a groan and now more aware of it, knowing it was going to happen, you focus a tad better, feel him cum inside and it leaks out of you around him, too full to hold the remnants of Billy’s load and Stu’s with him still stuffed inside.
When he pulls out a moment later, even more of them spills out, down the backs of your thighs and you finally get to lie down, a deep inhale, your limbs feel sore but you feel very relaxed. You could fall asleep right here and you thought you just might until Billy rolls you over, you feel him settle on top of you, between your legs and when he slides in your eyes fly open with a gasp, he didn’t waste time, fucked into you and Stu said, “Told you we could make her beg for it, you owe me five bucks.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay you later-” You tried to find your voice to speak up, protest over this new information, that they made some petty bet over this but he changed the angle, ground on your oversensitive clit and it stole all your fight, your argument, along with your breath. Another squeeze of your walls around Billy that he commented on and you had to admit, if only to yourself, this is some of the best sex you had ever had, not just with them but period, and maybe, you should let this go and be thankful for them leveling up your sex life in this way.
Regardless, something for future you to worry about and deal with, for now, your legs wrap around Billy’s hips, ankles lock behind his lower back, you reach up, pull him tighter by your fingers tangling in his hair and you beg into his sweat slick neck, “Don’t stop.”
“There you go, what a good slut.” Stu praised and you were rewarded by a strong press of Billy’s lips against yours.
You finish that afternoon with tears down your cheeks, a cunt full of cum and a head full of confusing thoughts, a new kink unlocked thanks to their inability to listen and their overconfidence that they knew your body better than you could ever hope to.
#BHF asks#BHF writing#Billy Loomis X reader#Stu Macher x reader#Poly!Ghostface x reader#Ghostface X Reader#slasher x reader#ENJOY#This was real fun for me! I missed writing them
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Can I have Poly sleep token x reader smut that has no one allowed to cum inside the reader but vessel and he gets so possessive over it once he cums he will already you somehow even wider to make sure it’s there and the others will look with him too jealous that they aren’t allowed to experience that and it just has vessel smirking his ass off (idk what came over me but yeah hope you enjoy lmao!)
OMG I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS YESTERDAY AND THE WHOLE ANSWER WAS FUCKING SENT TO THE SHADOW REALM SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT! I hope this answer is good though! I had so much fun writing this one!
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Nasty raunchy, porn with literally zero plot, unprotected sex
A/N: UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S INSTANTLY NASTY LMAO. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible! Like it's not specific 'hole' wise LOL.
Your eyes cut to Vessel and you paused. Vessel would always ask, and your answer was always the same. But, you felt comfort in knowing he always asked.
You were sprawled out on the bed, sticky from sweat and cum. Your breathing was ragged and your chest heaved. With eyes stuck on the slow moving ceiling fan you tried to calm your breathing.
“Think you’re up for another round?”
“Yes…” You nodded.
II almost went feral. His eyes widened and stepped forward, completely ignoring Vessel, who was sitting right beside you.
The four of them had a routine. After the foreplay, III and/or IV would get you first. They were softer, a little more gentle with you. While they all made sure you were comfortable in everything they did, III was the most careful with that. He was goofy and loved loving you. IV was soft in a more chilled out sort of way. He was taking his time with you and was slightly more serious than III.
II, on the other hand… He got excited very easily. II always got you second to last. The roughness was something you would look forward to. You liked the soft and sweet and slowness of III and IV, but II always hit different. He was definitely the most likely to throw you around and rail you until you were seeing stars. The balance was something you quite enjoyed.
Your eyes cut from Vessel and towards II. Vessel, smirking to himself, grabbed your hand for a moment, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. And then II reached you and you were pulled up from the bed and flipped onto your stomach.
Vessel released your hand, and instead opted for rubbing your back. He was not going to leave your side. Not because he didn’t trust the others, he just had plans of his own.
Cheek against the mattress and ass in the air, you waited for II’s next move. II angled himself and easily pushed into you. A soft mewl escaped your lips and your fingers intertwined with the covers.
“Look at you…” Vessel purred in your ear, “Taking him so well.”
You bit your lip and let out another cry of pleasure. Vessel couldn’t help but give you a toothy smile, so proud of how well you were doing with all of them. Your eyes shut tight and Vessel’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles, that were absolutely turning colors from the grip on those sheets.
II kept a steady, rapid pace. One that wasn’t too fast, but definitely quicker than anyone else’s. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through your room. All eyes were on you, everyone watched as II made you come undone for, what felt like, the umpteenth time that night.
It didn’t take much to really lose it. A soft mewl turned into you crying out for II as your entire body tensed and shook. You were so sensitive already, it did not take much to cum. Tears pricked your eyes and your breathing picked up again.
“Oh, my love~” Vessel sat up as he spoke, “You look so beautiful taking his cock. But you’ll look even better taking mine.”
II let out a growl, and his pace picked up, sloppy and fast. Vessel grabbed II’s forearm and gave him a look. It was enough to slow II down. He pulled out of you and pumped himself for a second, before releasing onto your back. A quiet moan came from II and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit.
The hold you had on them was something that could not be fucked with, ad you knew it..
And then, you remembered, it was finally Vessel’s turn. When they were all with you, Vessel always, always got you last.
“Are you ready, love?”
You only nodded at him. Vessel was slow to flip you back over on your back. You would definitely have a mess to clean up tomorrow… But you would worry about that tomorrow.
Vessel angled your hips upwards, and let you lie there on your back. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing. When you reopened your eyes, II, III, and IV were standing closer, watching you and Vessel with intense eyes.
Vessel slowly pushed inside of you and when he pulled back out, your hips instinctively chased his. He smirked down at you and kept going.
Vessel was always a nice medium between II, II, and IV. They all loved and fucked you differently, and you loved them for that. Vessel was in control, even if you or the others felt they were, it seemed to be him every time. He was easily able to flip any situation, taking back any control he may have previously given to someone else.
“Look at me, love,” Vessel’s voice was low and gruff, “I want you to watch me.”
“Can’t even see your eyes-” You quipped back at him.
Vessel responded with a thrust and you moaned out, your eyes already having trouble staying on him. But, you obeyed as best you could.
Once again, there was just the sound of skin on skin. Your skin on fire from the stares of your boyfriends. Vessel leaned over you and began to groan. His noises were soft, quiet, and low, but fuck were they hot.
When he let out a soft whimper you could feel another orgasm coming. You cried out for Vessel, and your toes curled. One of his hands grabbed your thigh and he threw your leg over his waist. He kept going and you bucked your hips. Your back arched and you threw your head back.
Your thighs muscles clenched and you were wrapped around Vessel, keeping him deep inside of you. He moaned out words you couldn’t comprehend from seeing stars, and you felt him cum inside of you.
He fucked his cum into you and he smiled against your collarbone. When he finally moved, you were left on the bed and he crouched in front of you. You knew what was coming, but every time your body responded the same way.
Chills ran up your spine, hair standing on end, as Vessel’s hand landed on your thigh and pulled your legs apart. His cum was slightly running down your thigh and you peeked up at him. He was smirking at II, III, and IV.
He was saying something to them, but not aloud. They would keep some words between just the four of them, and by how Vessel was smiling something was being said. II, III,and IV looked at you and back at Vessel, their eyes dark and full of what you could only assume was jealousy. Jealousy from Vessel being the only one allowed to cum inside of you.
They never argued about it, not out loud at least. You were sure II, III, and IV would say something if it was that big of a deal. But at the moment? It caused jealousy and something to stir inside of them.
Vessel looked at you with a cheshire smile and you sat up, resting on your forearms, completely aware they were still staring at your lower half. You cocked a brow at him.
“They said you look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”
“They did not say that!” You fell back on the bed and laughed. “They did not fucking say that!”
Vessel pouted at you, “They may have said other things, but they did say that.”
“Okay. I’m too tired to argue. Would someone like to help me clean up?”
#sleep token smut#sleep token fanfiction#sleep token vessel x reader#sleep token ii x reader#sleep token iii x reader#sleep token iv x reader#ask#anon#answered
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[TEASER] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK
jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it's casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can't help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+
WORD COUNT 1.6k for this teaser but the word count is currently at ~15k i still have to write 3 more scenes and i also haven't edited the whole thing yet so let's see
WARNINGS/MISC fwb!au, college!au, basketball player!jk, kinda secret relationship?!au, kinda nerdy!oc but not really she's just very school-oriented, jk is tatted up here and is very yummy sighs, school journalist!reader, multiple sex scenes (ill specify when it comes out) honestly idek where all of those came from but auuuurrrxxx. warnings specifically for this teaser: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is a fanfiction everything tends to be crazy around these areas don't do it irl pls omg lol)
NOTES uhm u guys so i never knew i had the ability to write long and big fics lmao but i apparently do yay (bless ME for making outlines they make writing soooo much easier)
‼️FULL FIC IS HERE
The late March weather has been cold these days, so when Jungkook – in his real fuckboy fashion – texted you that his nose could use a heater and he could offer to warm you up in return, you agreed for him to come over even though you pretended to be disgusted by his offer. Just for the theatrics.
"Hurry," you whimper as he manhandles you in getting you off his lap, making you bounce on the mattress.
Just like that, the warmth from being pressed against his body is gone, exchanged by the cold immediately spreading goosebumps through your skin as Jungkook makes quick work of spreading your legs, eliciting a bit of an uncomfortable feeling from you as you feel your cum leaking out.
Jungkook swipes a hand through his sweaty hairline as he kneels inside your spread legs, and you have to fight a moan at the sight. You still feel a little delirious from when he made you cum the second time just a minute ago, still lightheaded from the high of it. But you can't deny that he always looks so good in all his natural, naked form; chest heaving, toned stomach coated in sheer sweat, his biceps – especially the tatted one – bulging as he reaches for your hips to pull you down so he could enter you once again.
It tears a cry from your vocal chords, him thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, his pace frantic and inconsistent, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His grunts, together with your pathetic little moans at the feel of his cock touching every part of your pussy filled the room.
"Fuck, I'm close," he groans, leaning down, and as a result, reaching deeper into you, mouth reaching for your breast to your mouth. The kiss is a sloppy act of both of you just breathing in each other's mouths, as Jungkook drills your pussy faster, his fingers tightening around your waist. A particular hard thrust got you drawing out a loud mewl and that's what tips Jungkook over the edge. "F-fuck – shit, where do I cum baby? Tell me, tell me."
"Inside, Kook. Please cum inside me,"
He lets out a sharp breath and after a few more erratic strokes, you feel his hot release painting your inner walls.
"Shit," Jungkook hisses as he falls on top of you. You can feel the way he's heaving as his skin touches yours, but you let yourself relax on the mattress, letting out shallow breaths.
Since he's way more athletic than you, he got over it soon and you feel him picking himself up to hover over you, beginning to plant kisses all over your chest, your nipples, your shoulders, your collarbones.
"Kook," you call softly, your limp hand patting his ass to get his attention. He always gets so preoccupied with kissing your body after sex.
Jungkook hums, but he looks at you. "Yeah?"
You grunt. "I just washed my sheets two days ago and I don't want cum stains on them."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he leans down, and even though you were complaining just now, you let out quite a joyful hum when he kisses you. "Let me see first."
You don't need to ask what he's referring to.
Pushing your body back up, Jungkook takes it upon himself to get his body off of you to watch as you slide two fingers over your pussy, spreading the lips so he can see the combination of your and his cum all over it.
"You need to hurry, Nayeon is coming home in a few minutes."
He doesn't even try to look like he's concerned about the urgency of that matter, just hums absentmindedly and gets his own finger to run over your exposed heat. You shiver at the contrast of the hot feeling of your pussy and the cold feeling of his finger, but it soon turns into pleasure when he gathers your cum and pushes it back into you.
"Are you going to keep it in for me?" He whispers, a thumb now caressing your hip.
"Depends."
Jungkook looks back up at you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. "On what?"
"If you're going to be good and say please when you want something." You grin at him, feeling pretty proud of yourself for catching him off guard. It doesn't last long very much though as he smirks, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you hear a series of knocks and your eyes widen at that.
You hissed. "Shit, that's Nayeon."
You sit up from the bed. Jungkook mirrors your haste, scrambling to find his clothes on the floor and putting them on quickly. You have your robe just nearby so you put just that on, ignoring the tingling sensation of cum trickling down your legs.
"I have to go," Jungkook whispers, and you nod, walking towards the window on the far end of the room and opening it up widely.
Like usual, Jungkook steps on the frame and easily hauls himself outside. It's the backside of the building of your complex, and it's mostly and usually quiet, so it's pretty safe for him to just go out of there without anyone noticing, and most especially at times like this. Because Nayeon can't know. No one can.
"I'll see you later, pretty."
Jungkook winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes, waving him off which earns a laugh from him. He easily saunters through the area, though, and you find it quite unfair how he still carries a certain graceful energy to him even though he literally just did a cardio exercise with you for about 20 minutes. Ugh, him and his athletic body.
Nayeon's voice can be heard across the flat, but before you let her in, you spray an unhealthy amount of air freshener on your body and around the room (just in case she enters) and shove your discarded clothes from earlier in the laundry basket. After that, you finally run towards the door, welcoming Nayeon with a smile as you open it.
"Hi!" You greet. She immediately hugs you briefly, groaning as she steps back and suanters towards the room.
"Class sucked today," she immediately throws herself on the couch and you give her a sympathetic smile, walking towards the fridge to get water.
"Well, wish me luck. I'm just heading out for one."
"God, I can't wait 'til we graduate, I'm tired of this bullshit." She says, but she's opening up her laptop for what you could guess as for finishing up an assigned work. "I wish I was having bomb sex like you. Hey, do you want to go to this party on Friday?"
"I – what?"
"Party on Friday? Finals season for basketball starts on Friday and they're planning a party. We could use free booze and stress-free night." Nayeon repeats, but you weren't asking for the party.
"I'm not having bomb sex." You say, and that makes her look at you. You stare at each other for a solid few seconds until she rolls her eyes.
"Girl, your hair is looking like a bird's nest and your lips are swollen as hell. I might not be having bomb sex in the current moment but I know what I look like after I do the deed," She wears her eyeglasses and perched it on her nose. "And you kinda smelled like sex when you opened the door."
"Gah!" You feel heat coming and spreading through your cheeks. You thought the damn Febreeze would hold up!
Nayeon waves you off. "It's fine, it's not like you haven't caught me before like that."
"It's embarrassing!" You insist, stuffing your face with a loaf of bread and purposely not meeting Nayeon's gaze so you don't see the teasing smiles you're sure she's sending your way.
"That you're having sex in college?!" Her playful scandalous tone makes you laugh though and that's when you look at her.
"No, ugh. Just. Sorry. If I smelled like sex. I tried spraying a lot of air freshener earlier."
She wiggles her brows. "Oh, is that why you took a long time opening the door? Was your sneaky link here just now?"
"Sneaky what?" You say, laughing.
"Sneaky link. You know, a hook up. Wait, is it a boyfriend? Please say no, because I would be extremely offended if you haven't introduced your boyfriend to me all this time."
You could swear you felt goosebumps on your nape when you heard the word boyfriend and saw images of Jungkook in your head immediately. "It's definitely not a boyfriend. Just… someone I hook up with sometimes."
"Interesting. Do I know him?"
The question makes you nervous. She definitely knows. No one not knows who Jungkook is at your campus.
With a shake of your head, you tell her, "Nope."
"Okay, which department? Does he go to our Uni?" She asks, now seemingly fully invested in this conversation rather than the assignment before her. You're happy to be a bit of a help to lessen her sour mood from earlier but you shake your head and let out playful tsk-ing sounds,
"Too many questions, babe. My class is starting in twenty minutes."
You hear her laughing as you carry your clothes to the bathroom to change and to clean up the mess in your nether region. Damn. Jungkook cums a lot these days… he needs to masturbate or something.
"Fine, fine! You don't want me to know but I'm gonna find out about the mystery guy one way or another!"
Shutting the door to the bathroom, your face contorts at Nayeon's words.
Yeah, absolutely not. Jungkook and you made an agreement in the first place that everyone should be oblivious of your situationship, and it's worked for almost four months now.
You can't fuck it up now.
© 𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄 2022. all rights reserved. copying, editing, reposting and translating any of my works are not allowed.
#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#bts jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook fic#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagines#jungkook ff#bts fic#bts smut
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Hello good afternoon I stopped by yesterday and left an old article, but I found myself thinking that in the article there was no direct mention of you know who. I had that in my head, but I could only find this old post, from another blogger, until it resurfaced this afternoon (the gods are watching) and I could remember where I saw the reference. Anyway, it's just so you knew where it comes from...
https://tvuckic.tumblr.com/post/624522742326312960/did-you-know-that-tony-manages-more-than-the
Dear Luke La Volpe Anon,
Poor soul, you sent me your asks on Thursday and Friday and I only got time to answer them on Sunday evening, after this very busy and exceptionally rich week-end. Please forgive this very belated feedback and I am sure you understand.
For clarity, your first ask was this one:
Immediately reacting to your ask, I went to read the short Edinburgh News 2020 feature on Luke La Volpe's real debut on stage and it left me even more confused than at the beginning of it all. This guy is super-prudent and for the life of me, I could not see the link to McBeanie Prod. So thank you for coming back and clarifying.
This read like an unwelcome Dickensian tidbit in our post-modern, immediate results oriented world:
Twelve-hour shifts, barely on stage and nine gigs a month is absolutely grueling, especially when you have the feeling of being completely stuck, both life and career-wise.
I asked myself who the fuck was his Svengali and surely enough, @tvuckic's post was totally enlightening:
What else can I tell you? Good for Luke La Volpe (Gibson), on the short term, at least:
Being awarded the 2020 Scottish Music Breakthrough Artist is no small feat, for someone who could have been stuck for ever in McBeanie's Purgatory Prod. And then, nothing more - remember (always, always LOL), he is a small local player and same goes for The Fratellis, which is a small, local indie band.
Some strike it big, like the Reid twins, who later went on and became The Proclaimers. Probably because McBeanie was only 11, when they had their breakthrough, in 1987, with what is my favorite song of anything they could ever write afterwards (500 Miles is also very good, but this? this is damn top notch):
youtube
We're still to hear good news from Luke 'The Fox' Gibson, though. And yeah, you are right: McInsipid is no pro, he's just a sloppy sloth. Nothing new about that, really. People thinking he's a millionaire probably mistake him for a drug dealers' ring leader, or something. Money is not easy to make, especially in the entertainment industry.
Thank you for dropping by with such a useful reminder and thank you again for your angelic patience, Anon!
[Later Edit]: remember when those idiots thought I was @tvuckic? I laughed so hard, I choked.
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“i still dream about you even though you’re mine.”
Soft fem reader X Rhea ripley. Prompt: Reader and Rhea have been together for a few months now. Reader and Rhea are in love and so very cute together. Rhea realises Reader is too cute to resist and just teases her with kisses and flirty touches. Could you write something like that? You could also add Reader being horny and a dose of smut if you wanted to.
If you would consider writing this i'd be honoured. Do you happen to have AO3 by any chance?
I do not have AO3 but I can make one if you guys want ;) I tweaked the request a little lol
Morning
Rhea Ripley x reader
Summary: Rhea is much happier you're hers than you thought
Notes and warnings: this was rushed tbh, smut, morning sex, cunnilingus, fingering
You opened your eyes with a groan as the sunlight crept into your bedroom, stretching your limbs before turning on your side to find a familiar pair of blue eyes staring back at you.
You let out a soft gasp, "god damn it, Demi" you placed a hand on your chest, a giggle coming out of Rhea's lips.
"How long have you been staring at me, you creep?" you swatted her bare shoulder, flashbacks from the night before playing in your head as you saw the scratches littering her arms and chest.
Demi shrugged, propping her cheek on her palm as she laid on her side to face you. You cherished these moments with her, waking up together without having to go anywhere and just staying in bed was always your favorite one.
You turned on your back, looking at her with a smirk as she scooted closer to you, moving your hair out of your face and peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder before moving all the way up to your lips.
"beautiful" she mumbled, too busy kissing you to acknowledge the hand that was on her lower back, scratching it gently.
Her forehead rested on yours, your noses nuzzling together before Rhea tilted her head to connect your lips, the kiss sloppy but passionate.
"What's up with you?" you asked softly, catching your breath from the long kiss but did not fail to notice her tensing.
She shook her head, smiling as she buried her face in your neck. "It's just..I still dream about you..even though you're mine"
"Yeah well, you better get used to it cause you're never getting rid of me" you chuckled, running your nails through the Eradicator's jet-black hair as her kisses traveled down your body with a chuckle at your statement.
It was amazing, she was amazing. The mutual pining since NXT years before turned out to be worth it after your first time with Rhea months ago.
Her tattooed hand began wandering under the covers, rubbing on your thigh to finally cupping your pussy, your breath hitching as you made eye contact with the taller woman.
"Wh..fuck, you're insatiable!" You hissed, throwing your head back with a groan as her fingers rubbed on your still-sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Only for you, bunny" She grinned, watching your every reaction to her moves under the covers, finally entering you with a finger.
"Damn it..I really thought I'd walk today"
"Don't worry, won't cripple you too much. You'll still be able to return the favor..if you want" she bit your earlobe gently, her breath tickling your ear.
A grin split your face as you thought of pleasuring her for the umpteenth time in the last 7 hours. You two were like bunnies on your rare days off, unable to keep your hands off each other.
Her kisses traveled further down your body, her lips almost instantly wrapping around your hardened nipple, pinching the other with a smirk at your uncontrolled moans.
She gave you a look full of lust as she crawled backwards under the covers, spreading your legs gently with a hum before she laid on her belly between them. "Christ, you smell so good"
She wasted no time in licking a long, slow stripe to your clit, eliciting a low groan from your lips. "Fuck.." you sneaked your hands under the covers to pull at her hair.
You felt her calloused hands groping at your thighs, vibrations from her moans at your taste not helping you keep quiet.
"Let me hear you, princess..come on" she groaned, ensuring you did what she asked by diving into your pussy with her tongue.
Rhea's tongue continued its slow, tantalizing exploration of your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You tangled your fingers in her hair, urging her on as your hips bucked against her mouth.
The only sounds in the room were your moans and the wet, slick noises of her licking and sucking. "you close baby?" she asked against the skin of your inner thigh, her fingers moving in and out of you at a pace so slow you let out a whine as you nodded.
"Come on, don't be a tease Dems..s'too early" she snickered, wrapping her lips back around your clit and you knew she gave in as her fingers picked up their pace.
As you reached the peak of your pleasure, you cried out her name, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm her fingers could barely move inside you as you clenched around her.
Rhea looked up at you with a satisfied smirk, pecking your lower belly before crawling back up to kiss you hard, your taste still on her lips as her tongue explored your mouth.
"You taste so good, baby"
You grinned at her, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you at the sight of her face again. "I'm glad you think so," you said, your voice still hoarse with pleasure.
Rhea chuckled, pulling you into her with a kiss to your temple. "I always think so," she bit her lip, "you're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."
At her statement, the both of you silently decided to spend the whole day in bed.
Taglist:
@obsessedwithwwewomen @ara-a-bird@jungwoospeach@neganwifey25-blog@yourmisosoup@cameronsdruthers@dementedtrashcat @sunnnyshark @1c4ntg3ty0u0ffmym1nd
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How the creepa kiss (+ i have a very open inbox, send me stuff!)
Jeff-
He doesn't kiss its a full on assault on your mouth.
Its always very random too. Like you'll be minding your own business, talking with someone and he'll just grab your jaw and full on attack you with his mouth. He thinks he's being "sexy 😈😈😈" and "rough😩😩😩😩" but its just messy but you think its too funny to tell him. Very rarely though you'll kiss him and when you do, chaste, romantic kisses make him MELTTTTTT. Because of his outwardly violent and crude personality no ones ever very soft or sweet with him unless they're scared or they want something. So you coming in with a nice change of pace is always welcome. <3
Toby-
Probably did some dumb shit like make out with his pillow to try to be a good kisser for you when you started dating. Masky caught him and he had to pay him $80 and do alll his chores for 3 months. When you do get into a more *heated* kiss it usually starts sloppy, lots of teeth. But hes a quick learner and learns to melt into it quickly. Hes much taller that you. Hes always been on the lanky-er side so lots of quick head and forehead kisses<33
Masky-
Full grown ass man. He knows his stuff. I mean like not toooo well he studied film in college lol. But hes had a few partners he knows the basics on what to do. When he kisses instead of taking the mask all the way off he keeps it sort of half on so he can still wear it. Hes also got a stubble which kinda hurts but whatever. Lots of cuddling kisses. You guy will be chilling with a movie or tv show or something going on in the background and just kissing and cuddling.<33
Hoodie-
He hasn't kissed since his girlfriend in like, the 7th grade. If he kisses you first he like squeezes his eyes shut before he leans in. If you do it first his eyes are blown out wide he has no idea what the fuck is going on and he thinks you might try and stab him or some shit. After the initial shock though he does much better. He's always been good at reading people and picking up feeling in a room. And right now that room is you two kissing. <33
Ej-
In my head, he's like full blown demon, human enough so im not tooo much of a weirdo for liking him but he still has sharp ass teeth.
And hes very aware of that.
He never really initiates kisses unless they're small ones on the forehead or cheek. (Mostly head and forhead tho. Hes a demon. Hes like 7 feet tall)
But when you kiss him he doesn't move much because he doesn't want to scrape the inside of your mouth. He kinda just lets you do your thing. Makes up for it because his hands are always on you like 24/7 very very touchy it like kisses without a mouth. Always on a shoulder or a hip.( He totally uses your head as a arm rest)
But also when you guys kiss his hands just trail every where on your body.<3
Thanks for reading! Ive had this in my notes for a bit because i forgot i had a tumblr but i remembered and im going to be writing more so follow me if you wanna ill make a master list n stuff too :))
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫
thank you @decaflondonfog for the tag !! ill tag @sillyunicorn @starwarned @urban-sith @tea-brigade
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
98!! (woah) plus an unrevealed t&n fest fic, so 99. wow i need to do something rly crazy for 100 lol. what if i do a ridiculous crossover of all my fandoms and everyone in the fandom tags will hate me.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
544,914. (again. woagh)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mostly all for the game and simon snow series, have dabbled in & posted even less for check please, captain america, and one direction! i feel like i’m missing something but regardless my fixations are hardcore, so all except like 4k of that posted wc is for either aftg or ss hahahha
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
all are andreil! boyfriend privileges (4k, T) / Trigger (62k, E) / flashes of intimacy (10k, t) / Would you still love me if I was a worm? (6k, T) / Inside Thoughts (1k,T)
man this is long, rest is going under the cut lol
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
not very often, but i wish i did. i am stricken with a combination of being really awkward when people are nice to me & being bad at interacting with anyone in ways i fear could be perceived as ingenuine. im not sure if that makes sense LMAO. and sometimes when i put a story out, i kind of feel like i’ve said my piece — i’ve put so much into it that i don’t really know what else to say!
anyway, i always reply to questions, because that’s got clear social boundaries hahaha, and i DO love talking abt my stories!! and sometimes i’ll reply to comments that really get me thinking. but yeah, i know i reply less than i could, and i want to like double down on the fact that i am endlessly grateful for everyone who has ever left a comment on my work <3
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i have killed simon snow twice lmfao. i’d actually classify icarus as rather hopeful — it’s about grief & healing. but legacies is just fucked up lmfao
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
oh man, i write a lot of happy endings haha. i feel like even when my story is tonally darker (rare), it still has a happy or at least hopeful ending. this is probably not the correct answer, but i think sing of the moon has a really vividly happy ending. like — the sun rises for the first time in the whole fic! amazing. or maybe my high school au, We Can Live Forever, which is just the happiest thing i’ve ever written.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not really, thankfully! people are smartasses sometimes but overall ive been lucky. there have been a couple of fics where ive winced before hitting post, but it usually ends up fine
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
yessss. i guess i mostly write tender smut, bc i write tender things in general. i think my smut tends to be rather exploratory/playful as well? intentionally sloppy and awkward choreography hahaha
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
sort of LOL. once upon a time i was betaing @tea-brigade's medieval snowbaz au, Reliquary of an Arsonist, and there’s this part where three highway bandits mug simon and baz and then get blasted by simon’s chosen one magic. i am sick in the head so im in the google doc like “lol what if its kandreil.” and then i was like… what if it was kandreil….. and so i wrote Reliquary of a Bandit
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i don’t think so
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes!!! and i’m really thankful for everyone who has done so <3333 shoutout to russian aftg translators, yall go HARD
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
i recently collaborated with @thewholelemon on our episode of Star Trek: Redemption, Heart-Shaped Box. by which i mean: i wrote the outline & a few scenes, got really overwhelmed, and jenny turned it into something worth reading!
i also wrote Good Boy in the snowbaz stoner verse with @starwarned, which was rly fun — we sat in the google doc for like, 5 hours trading back and forth on POVs as we wrote pure porn together LOL. it’s funny to think about this, because lauren knows like everything abt me now but we did not know each other as well back then!!! and we were just like “yeah lets write porn together” hahahahha
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
right now it is deeefinitely andreil… they are everything to me for reasons i just cannot possibly be brief about LOL so ill just leave it at that
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i have a postcanon snowbaz time travel/time loop wip that i was going to try to write for COBB this year but i fucked up the deadlines then the brainrot was like “guess that means more andreil !”. i did SO MUCH research for it and i think it’s rather clever and smutty and fun bc they are yeeted back to watford era! but it’s also dealing with snowbaz, who are in their late 20s and are like in a relationship low point/actively fighting when they end up in the loop… so they are dealing with that tension at the same time as they are trying to get out of the loop. and also fucking around watford to fulfill fantasies HAHAHA
16. What are your writing strengths?
characterization is the thing i care most about! and i think that’s the draw of fanfic in particular to me — i love getting such a grasp on a character that i can translate them into endless situations while still making them feel true to self. i rarely let myself publish anything until i can read through the whole thing without any he would not fucking say that moments hahahha. this is of course pertaining to my own interpretations of the characters, which is the only thing i care abt lmfao
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
i rely a lot on body language because im always writing abt reticent fuckers who cant use their words. but i think i sometimes overcompensate, or describe actions that don't actually fit the scene. i've seen this described as "cheek-biting" -- like, throwing in action during a conversation just to delay the pacing/further the tone, but when you really look at it, it's not necessary. (cheek-biting being like, "character bites at their cheek" in the middle of a tense conversation)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i don’t really know any other languages! i think i’ve put a little bit of french in neil/kevin/baz POVs before, but my french knowledge is elementary at best. love the idea of it though.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
one direction babyyyyyyyy !! i wrote quite a bit of it in like 2012-2015 but published very little. there’s 1 on my ao3, some lost somewhere on fanfiction.net (i dont rmr my username lol), and tons in my folders from my old laptop lol.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
hmmmmm. im gonna cheat bc i cant pick a single favorite. i always say i think No Turning Back is some of my best writing from a craft standpoint, and it also includes my favorite type of conflict (andrew self-destructing lol). however, i reread both that fic & We Can Live Forever on a plane trip recently after not having touched either for 6+ months — and the solidness of We Can Live Forever actually surprised me, especially because i wrote the majority of that fic while i was stoned and also view it as just exceedingly silly. the world of it is just very rich, and also very very different from the typical character backstories, and i’m very proud of how much that reread played with my heartstrings.
ok last one — there are several installments of my flashes of intimacy series that i come back to a lot, because i’m proud of what they each accomplish in 500 words. especially because i often turn to those when im trying to express my own emotions lol. specifically, my favorites are picking fights, i don’t mind, swimming lessons, and practicing gratitude.
that was such a bullshit and cocky way to answer this lmfaooooo. but tbh i am my own biggest fan and that is by design — i write stuff so that i can reread it months later and have it be perfectly catered to my tastes. i love all my fics <3
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give me novacaine || reader x myg
Lost and spiraling, Yoongi can’t stop himself from thinking about what he could have done differently to keep from losing you - if he'd been a better man, if he'd spent more time with you, if he'd been more affectionate, maybe he would have known sooner…and maybe he could have kept you from betraying him. Inspired by When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars.
Pairing: reader x MYG (if you can call it that); feat. JK and Hobi
Word count: 5.6k
Rating: M / R (18+)
Genre: angst, breakup au
Warnings: descriptions of cuts, blood, and broken glass, (extremely) foul language, hobi being an angel as usual, jk being kind of a badass
A/N: hey there and welcome! this is the sequel to my fic bang bang (shameless plug) so i would definitely recommend reading that one first because you will probably be a bit confused if you don’t :) actually really enjoyed writing this one, so i hope you enjoy reading it just as much. beta’d and bannered as always by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn
P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.
part of the unorthodox jukebox collection (masterlist)
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” A soft touch on Yoongi’s cheek draws him out of his slumber and back into real life.
“Hmm,” he grumbles, reluctantly opening his eyes to find you next to him, smiling gently, pale morning sunlight illuminating you from behind like a halo. “You couldn’t let me sleep a few minutes longer?”
“I couldn’t help it,” you say. “I like seeing you right when you wake up, all grumpy and half-asleep. Like a cat.”
Yoongi can’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I’ll get you for that.” He reaches out a hand to pull you toward him, bringing your face mere inches away from his.
“Good morning,” you say softly, staring into his eyes.
“Good morning.” He presses his forehead against yours.
“I was just thinking…” You hesitate. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Min Yoongi.”
“Oh? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
You lean in suddenly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “A good thing, of course. A very good thing.”
A crack of thunder sounds, jolting Yoongi awake. Rain beats against the full picture windows, fat drops streaming down like tears. He blinks, the insides of his eyelids feeling like full-grit sandpaper scraping against his corneas.
He wasn’t dead.
He was still very much alive. And on top of that, still dreaming about you, even though you were gone and every part of him that had once held love was filled with his hatred of you, his empty apartment still echoing with the sounds of your betrayal.
How unfortunate. Especially the part where he was still alive.
He sits up slowly, peeling the side of his face from the leather couch, and his head throbs so sharply and violently that his vision clouds. “Fucking hell,” Yoongi mutters, fingers digging into his pulsing temples, as if that would solve anything. He takes a glance around the room. The place is a mess. He struggles to his feet, swaying unsteadily as his vision starts to swim again. It’s dark still but just light enough to indicate that morning is on its way, ready to remind him that he’d been just stupid and just desperate enough to be taken in by your ruse. Something crunches underfoot as he’s feeling his way out of the room. He reaches down, feeling blindly for the source of the noise, and a sharp stabbing pain pierces into the soft, fleshy part of his hand. “Shit!” he snaps. It’s glass. Of fucking course it’s glass. The remnants of a whiskey bottle lay in pieces on the floor, and he remembered now, that he’d thrown it at the wall last night. Blood pools in the dip of his palm, the cut apparently deeper than it felt. “Perfect,” he says under his breath. “Just perfect.”
The water in the sink runs red for what feels like forever, but it finally stops long enough for him to disinfect it and wrap it in a swath of gauze and medical tape. The wrapping is sloppy, but it’ll keep everything in place for as long as it needs to. He’s struck suddenly by another memory.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. That hurts!” You’re supposed to be chopping vegetables for stir fry, but he looks over to see you gritting your teeth, a bloodstained dish towel wrapped around your hand.
“Let me see.” Yoongi reaches for the towel, but you nearly yank your hand away from him.
“No! I can’t.”
“Why not?” He reaches for it again.
“I’m afraid to look.” You squeeze your eyes shut while he unwraps the towel from your hand. Blood still oozes from a small but seemingly deep cut on your middle finger. “My finger is still there, right?”
“What finger? I don’t see a finger.”
Your eyes shoot open. “Yoongi! Come on.”
“Made you look.” He grins, pulling you over to the sink. “It’s just a little cut. Here, rinse it off first, and I’ll bandage it up for you.” You wait silently, wincing slightly as he dabs disinfectant on the cut. He wraps the bandage securely but not too tightly around your finger. “There.” Yoongi lifts your hand and kisses it gently. “Better?”
“Much,” you manage, cheeks coloring.
Could he have done more? He knows he should have – definitely could have – been better. On one hand, he’d tried, hadn’t he? He’d tried to be gentle and attentive, to go against all of his past experiences with women and relationships; his mother, for one, and her incessant stream of boyfriends, an array of different faces that were all the same, faces who would all sneer at him on his way out of the house and tell him to straighten up and respect his mother. He’d ended up something like her anyway, for a time, an near-ceaseless series of one night stands and unattached partners filtering in and out of his apartment for a good part of his early twenties – but that was different. You were different. He hadn't ever loved any of them the way he loved you. He'd tried to never let you see the side of him that could be angry and sometimes violent. On the other hand – he should have known better. It wasn’t like you were his first anything. He should have known that some women wanted more than just your time. They wanted to be doted upon, made to feel special, surprised with the occasional gift or dinner out on a random Tuesday – and he hadn’t done a very good job of that. He wasn’t good at giving gifts, unlike Hoseok, who somehow seemed to be able to intuit the perfect gift for someone within minutes. He hadn’t ever gotten the impression any of that was something you wanted, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted, either. He hated those types of little grand gestures. They were sappy. Cringe-inducing. Unoriginal. All qualities he’d never considered himself to possess.
Was that really all it would have taken for you not to stab him in the back? A surprise date at the nicest restaurant in the city? Could a bouquet of flowers on a random Wednesday make you call it off with every other guy you were seeing? There was no way it could be that simple, could it? If it was, then maybe all of his teachers were right, and he really was the biggest idiot in South Korea, if he hadn't managed to figure that one out. Yoongi closes his eyes and lets out a short laugh, his bandaged hand still humming with pain. “I really must be a dumbass, huh, y/n?” he mutters. “Stupidest motherfucker on the planet. Is that what you wanted? Fucking flowers?”
He checks the time on his watch. Quarter to six. Too late to go back to bed and too early to go to work. Not even go-getter Jungkook shows up to work that early, and despite being in charge Yoongi is never there before eight or nine unless he has to be. Well, someone has to clean up the glass in the front room, and he can’t show up for work still reeking of whiskey. Jungkook does pretty much nothing but eat and work out in his spare time; he’ll throw Yoongi over one shoulder like a sack of flour and carry him back home to sleep it off if he so much as catches a whiff, so a shower is in order before he can go anywhere. It may not be much but he’s got to do something to keep his mind off you and all of the little things he did wrong.
The shower does little to improve his mood or his raging headache, but the show must go on, as they say, and he forces himself out the door shortly after eight. As glad as he is to have you and your lies out of his life, he has to admit his apartment feels empty without you, silent in a way that it hasn’t felt since the first time he invited you over. Once he’s at work he quickly sequesters himself in his office, the door shut firmly behind him, and an hour or so in only confirms what he knows already but doesn’t want to acknowledge: he’s not going to be getting much of anything done today. The rain is still beating a lull against his windows, the task at hand is long forgotten, and a nap is sounding more and more appealing by the second. His mind is already starting to drift, eyelids dropping shut like window shades.
There’s a quick rap at the door, and whoever is out there doesn’t even wait for a response before it opens. “Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook's looming figure hovers tentatively in the doorway.
“Hm?” Yoongi barely lifts his head from where it’s propped on his good hand. “What, Jungkook?” He can’t even muster up the energy to bark at Jungkook like he usually does when he hesitates a second too long; he can only turn his head slightly and squint in the younger man’s direction.
“Is…everything okay?” Jungkook says finally, stepping further inside. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks for that,” mutters Yoongi, eyes still half-closed. “I’m fine. Go away.”
Jungkook ignores him. “You really don’t look so good, Yoongi. Are you sure you should be here right now?”
“I said I’m fine,” he snaps, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through his head. “Don’t you have work to be doing?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“So get out of my office and go do it, then.” Yoongi scowls. “I’m not paying you for your company.”
“Okay,” Jungkook says, eyebrows pinching in concern, “but, you know, I would understand if you wanted to take the rest of the day. We don’t really have a lot going on at the moment, just a couple of small cases. I can take care of things for a day or two. That’s kinda why you hired me, isn’t it?”
“I’m fine, Jungkook.” Yoongi lets out a heated sigh. “What I want is for you to leave me alone. Please,” he adds as an afterthought. “Just go away.”
Jungkook doesn’t budge, instead staying firmly rooted in front of the desk. “What happened, hyung?”
Yoongi doesn’t speak right away, knowing exactly what Jungkook is asking. “It’s over,” he murmurs. “She’s gone. That’s all you need to know. I don’t want to talk about it.” No need to tell him how you tried to defend yourself, even with the photographic evidence right in front of you, or any of the horrible things you both said to each other, or about the deafening silence that fell after you stormed out, the long night of beating himself up over every little regret that followed and trying to drown out the voices in his head.
He eyes Yoongi skeptically, gaze twitching from his face to his bandaged hand. “You didn’t do anything…crazy, did you?”
“Of course not,” he grumbles, shoving the injured hand under his desk. “Y/n L/n is still out there walking around on her own two hooves, I promise. Jesus, Kook, who do you think I am, huh? I may be impulsive but I’m not stupid enough to kill anyone.”
“Then…what did you do to your hand?”
“Broke a bottle. Sliced my hand open while I was trying to clean it up. Any more questions, or can we move on? I’m really not in the mood for this.”
“No, I guess not,” Jungkook says quietly, dropping his head to avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know how you felt about her, but…it’s for the best.”
A rush of anger floods through him. No, you don’t. You don’t know how I felt. You don’t know what it’s like at all. Being unwanted, everyone, yourself included, wishing you would just disappear, then thinking finally, here’s someone who accepts you, someone who loves you, despite every bad thing you’ve ever done, only to have it all blow up in your face because she never loved you, she was only stringing you along for her own amusement. It’s mortifying. You don’t know anything. And I hope to God you never do. I hope you stay blissfully ignorant of the way real pain and heartbreak feels, because it’ll make you want to crawl into a hole and die. He doesn’t say any of what he’s thinking and simply shrugs. “What’s done is done. Like I said, I don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s get to work, huh?”
“Yeah. For sure.” Jungkook turns to leave, then hesitates. “She wasn’t a good person, Yoongi. I wouldn’t lose too much time thinking about her. There’ll be someone else one day. Someone who’ll be a better match for you than she ever was. I guarantee it.”
“It’s fine,” Yoongi says, though it isn’t. “I’m already past it. Just go, okay? Close the door on your way out.” What is it with Jungkook and making promises he can’t keep? That’s his problem right there, guaranteeing this and that and hoping for the best when the only thing anyone’s guaranteed in life is death. For all Jungkook knows Yoongi is destined to die alone, just like you said, and even that would be more than he could have hoped for. Maybe you’re right, and no one will ever love him but you, not that you had ever really loved him anyway. He knows he’s hard to love: stubborn, ornery, a little too private for most people's liking. Spend most of your life getting knocked around the way he has and it's no wonder no one wants anything to do with him. He's damaged goods, after all. Scratches and dings everywhere. Too much baggage for even the most sainted person to deal with. Maybe he is better off alone. It’s lonely, but no one gets hurt that way. Hearts stay guarded, hearts stay intact. Is that the secret?
Almost as soon as Jungkook leaves, his phone vibrates on his desk. His number is private, which means it can only be one person. He sighs and allows the call through. “Yeah?”
"Yoongi-ah!" Hoseok's exuberantly cheerful voice breaks through the speakers. Yoongi has always wondered how one person can be in such good spirits all the time. "I'm glad I caught you. I was wondering, did you mean to call me last night?"
"No," says Yoongi. "Just an accident. Sorry.” What he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Huh. Okay." Now he sounds skeptical. He can almost see Hoseok’s face pursing into a frown. “Because I could have sworn I heard—”
“It was nothing, Hobi,” he says firmly. “I was drinking and I must have bumped your number or something. That’s all.”
“Drinking on a weeknight? Is everything okay?”
Damn it. Why does Hoseok have to know him so well? “Everything’s fine. Had a rough day at work yesterday. You know how it is.” Hoseok doesn’t know exactly what it is he does for a living, but he has some idea.
“Well…okay.” He can tell his friend still doesn’t believe him. “I guess I was imagining things. But, you know you can always talk to me, right? If there’s ever something you want to talk to me about. I’m here to listen.”
“Yeah. Of course.” Yoongi swallows hard, the words sticking in his throat.
Hoseok continues. "Anyway, while I’ve got you, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner sometime. It's been forever. Hyorin and I would love to see you. And when are you going to come see your godson? Junho has grown so much, you’d barely recognize him if you saw him.” Junho is what, six months old now? Hoseok and Hyorin had insisted on making him Junho’s godfather when he was born, despite Yoongi’s protests, saying there was no one better for the job than him. “Bring y/n with you. We’ve been dying to meet her. And I have to see for myself the woman who managed to crack through that tough outer shell of yours so quickly.” Hoseok likes to claim that it took a year’s worth of his mother’s lunches for Yoongi to crack even slightly, while for you it only took a matter of months to get right to the heart of things.
His words stab at Yoongi's chest like knives. “Uh…yeah. We’ll have to get together sometime.” Coward. The word floats in front of his eyes again, the same way it did last night when he hung up instead of talking to Hoseok. What kind of coward are you that you can’t even tell your best friend that it’s over, that she’s gone, that she played you for a fool? How long are you going to go on dodging him and letting him think everything is fine when it’s not? “About that,” says Yoongi. “Y/n and I – we broke up. Yesterday.”
“What?” Yoongi can tell Hoseok is genuinely floored by this. “Are you — really? What happened? Didn’t you say you were about to ask her to move in with you? Officially?”
Yoongi chuckles bitterly. “We discovered some, uh, irreconcilable differences. And she cheated on me. With multiple people.”
"Yoongi..." Hoseok sighs. "I'm sorry. I wouldn’t have said anything if I’d known. You doing okay?"
“Oh, I'm fine,” Yoongi says dismissively. "I'll get through it, I always do. You know me. Anyway, better to have that all out in the open now than later, right?” He can’t even force himself to imagine what it would be like if they’d been married. At least ten times worse, probably. Would he have ever even wanted to be married to you? He’d barely even begun to think about the possibility, to picture what it would be like to have you as his wife, to start a family with you. A happy little family, something he’d never had before. The very idea repulses him now.
“You don’t have to hide it, you know.” Hoseok seems to know something he isn’t letting on. “It’s okay to be upset. That was a shitty thing for her to do. It’s a shitty thing for anyone to do. You wouldn’t be the only one to—”
“Aish, seriously, I’m fine.” Yoongi rubs at his forehead in frustration, unwilling to admit that Hoseok is absolutely right. “I knew it was all going to come to an end sooner or later. Everything does for me. It just came sooner than I expected.”
Hoseok pauses momentarily, and for a second Yoongi wonders if maybe he’s gone too dark on him. ”Listen, why don’t you come over tonight instead?” Hoseok says finally. “Hyorin is making dakgalbi. I know it’s your favorite, and she always makes enough to feed the entire military. You should come. We can catch up. What do you think?”
Yoongi lets out a humorless laugh. “Your wife, who likes me for some reason, just so happens to be making dakgalbi the day after I find out my girlfriend has been cheating on me for the better part of our relationship? Almost sounds too good to be true.” Just as it had been for someone like you to have any real interest in him at all. Too good to be true.
“It must be fate then.” He pictures Hoseok shrugging. “And you shouldn’t argue with fate, right?”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll take my chances. I’ve managed so far, haven’t I?” Managed to screw everything up and drive everyone who matters away from you, he thinks. “I don’t think I’d be very good company right now, anyway.”
“Okay, well, if you won’t come over for dinner, I’ll bring you leftovers tomorrow. How about that?” Hoseok is just the same as he’s always been: trying to take care of Yoongi when it should really be the other way around. He must have had such a glowing, happy childhood to end up this kind and caring as an adult. How had a fuckup like Yoongi ever managed to become friends with someone as pure as Hoseok?
“Fine,” he relents. “You do that. But call first, okay?”
“Of course.” Voices sound behind him on the other end of the line. “Listen, I’ve got to go now, but we’ll talk tomorrow, all right? And Yoongi?”
“What?”
“It’s not your fault. I know it hurts right now, but she chose to cheat all on her own. You didn’t make her do it. So cut yourself some slack, okay? Someday it’ll all work out.” Why does everyone keep trying to tell him that? It’s all just empty platitudes anyway. Nothing works out for him. It never has. In fact, it’s surprising that his own company hasn’t crashed and burned yet.
He hears your scornful voice in his ears again. If you’d paid more attention to me, you would have figured it out sooner. You don’t care. You never cared. Would Hoseok still be saying that if he knew the whole story about what I was doing back then? Yoongi wonders. Would he still choose to see only the good in me? Would he still be willing to call me his friend? Godfather to his firstborn child? Anything at all? “Yeah, right. I’m sure. Thanks anyway.”
“I’m your best friend. It’s what I’m here for.” Hoseok hangs up.“You’re my only friend,” mutters Yoongi dryly, long after the line has gone dead.
He should not be doing this. Not today. But he’d insisted to Jungkook that he was fine, and being fine meant leaving the office for a few hours to do some surveillance for a case they were working. It wasn’t as if Jungkook had forced him; if anything he’d basically told him that he could handle it on his own, as he’d been saying all morning, but that it was easier for two people than one, just in case anything happened. Yoongi had decided to come anyway, his headache having tapered off some, and the distraction would – hopefully – keep his mind off everything, namely you. He was beginning to regret that decision, almost as soon as he’d made it. The rain still hadn’t let up, and the guy they were supposed to be tailing hadn’t moved from his table at the cafe where he’d been sitting for the past forty-five minutes. It was hard to believe that the client thought that this guy was even a threat to their personal safety – but a job was a job, and a paranoid client with deep pockets was better than no client at all.
How things had changed in the past ten years of his life. Ten years ago he was still pickpocketing people like his client, on top of working long, miserable hours in the kitchen of some god-awful restaurant, having to scrape just to put food in his mouth and pay the rent on his tiny shithole of an apartment. Of course his mother had been no help; she’d been the one to kick him out in the first place, claiming she’d already done her duty by allowing him to live rent-free under her roof for nineteen years, as if he were just some freeloading roommate and not her son. Yoongi’s thievery had started innocently enough, as innocent as lifting wallets off unsuspecting people could be. A means to an end. That was all it was ever supposed to be, a way to supplement his measly paycheck when things were tight. Then the wrong people had taken notice of his talents, turning it into something far bigger and far darker than he had ever intended for it to be, and sending him hurtling down a path he’d never wanted to venture down, but found himself unable to stop until it was almost too late. Was it his fault, then, that things had ended up this way? All of his past transgressions, everything he’d done and regretted now, falling in love with someone who would never truly be his in any capacity - had all of that been preordained the moment he lifted that first wallet in Gangnam Station? Yoongi was starting to think you might be right, that no matter how much good he did, no matter how many people he protected and thefts he prevented, he would always remain the same on the inside. He could put on an expensive suit and cut his hair and act like he was doing it all for the greater good, but deep down he’d always know it was just that: an act. He was, in the purest sense of the word, a fraud. Just as you had said. A fraud, a liar, and a thief.
What if you did decide to go back on your word? What if you told everyone – his clients, his colleagues, his friends – about how he’d gotten to be where he was? Would it make any difference? He’d threatened to reveal it himself – but would he? Could he allow everything he’d so carefully built to come crumbling down like a house of cards? If any of that happened he would be right back where he started ten years ago. Alone. Hoseok probably wouldn’t want anything to do with him if he knew what Yoongi had done to get by, certainly wouldn’t want him anywhere near his wife and son. Jungkook, perhaps, could be counted on to stick around, but Yoongi wasn’t holding his breath. Maybe that would be a good thing. No more secrets. No more lies. No friends or associates. A fresh start.
“Yoongi-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice crackled in his earpiece, startling him back into reality. “Status report?”
Yoongi glanced up at the man’s table, which was currently being bussed – because it was empty. “Fuck!” he swore under his breath, hurrying out onto the street.
“Something happen?” says Jungkook.
Yoongi sighs angrily. “Something happened, all right. I lost him, Kook.” The guy might not have been dangerous, but he’d walked away right in front of him – and Yoongi hadn’t even noticed because he was lost in his head, daydreaming about the past. How stupid did he have to be to let that happen? “He was there two minutes ago, I swear.”
“Shit,” he hears Jungkook mutter. “Well, he’s on foot, he can’t have gotten far. I’m in the area. Let me see what I can do.” Jungkook goes silent.
Yoongi paces on the sidewalk, unsure what to do with himself. He’s never lost a tail before, not like this. Not even someone trying to lose themselves in a crowd could shake him off. He’s useless. Especially today. The rain pours, pelting painfully against his skin.
Pathetic, sneers your voice in his head again. I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
“Got him.” His colleague’s triumphant voice finally breaks through after what seems like an eternity. “Headed for the subway station. We’ll probably lose contact once I’m underground, so I’ll touch base once I’m topside again.”
He used to wonder where Jungkook would be without him – probably still working for the gangster his father owed money to, still under the guise that he’d be dismissed whenever the debt was paid – but now Yoongi wonders where he’d be without Jungkook. The kid is too good for this business, he thinks, and should really be doing something more honorable with his skills. Police work, maybe, or working in intelligence, not private security. Something entirely unrelated, even. He’s far too talented to waste his life working for someone like Yoongi. “Good.” He exhales a sigh of relief, pinching at the space between his eyes. “Stay on him.” Jungkook doesn’t need him, not anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe that was just something he’d always told himself to make himself feel better about essentially hijacking the trajectory of Jungkook’s life. “You going to be alright if I head home? I don’t think I’m going to be much use here.”
“I’ll be fine, but…” Jungkook sounds like he wants to say something else but holds back. “Okay. Have a good night, boss. I’ll update you when I get back to the office.”
“Thanks.” says Yoongi gruffly. “And…I’m sorry.”
"Don't worry about it," says Jungkook. "I've been telling you to go home all day. Go on, I've got this covered."
Yoongi chuckles wryly before he pulls his earpiece out. Home. That might be the last place on earth he wants to be right now. But where else is he going to go?
It’s been a long day. A very long day. One with a lot of thinking, and still more to go. The front room is back in order and dark shadows are beginning to fall around him as the rainy afternoon gradually fades into night. He's staring out at the city skyline, lights blinking on one by one like stars, contemplating his next move when his phone vibrates. Jungkook, presumably with an update on today's subject. "Nothing too interesting to report. You were right, the guy’s harmless."
"Hah," Yoongi scoffs. "I wouldn't take my word for it."
"I'll keep an eye on him," says Jungkook, "and let you know if anything else comes up."
"Sounds good." Yoongi hesitates. "Listen, Jungkook…about earlier. I'm thinking about taking some time off work. Do you think you could handle things for a while?"
"Of course I can. But how long is a while?"
"I don’t know. Indefinitely?" The line goes silent and Yoongi is momentarily afraid that he's lost him. "Kook, you still there?"
"Yeah. Still here." Jungkook sounds stunned. "I was trying to figure out if you just said what I think you just said. You said indefinitely, right?"
"As in, I'm not sure when I'll be back? No, you heard me right."
"Well…why?" He pictures the puzzled look on Jungkook’s face, eyes widening, eyebrows scooting together in confusion.
Yoongi lets out a sigh and stares down, examining the bandage on his hand. “Got some things to sort out. I’m not sure that I can trust myself right now, and I don’t think I should be doing this when I can’t even trust my own judgment. It’s risky for all of us. Someone could get hurt.” That’s all he wants. Just once in his life, for people to stop getting hurt because of him.
“Right. I understand that, and I recognize what you’re doing, but Yoongi, you know what you’re asking, don’t you? A couple of days is one thing, but I have no idea how to run things for that long. Especially when I don’t know when you’ll be back. You know I don’t mind doing it, it’s just…a really big ask.”
“I’ll be back, Jungkook. It’s not like I won’t.” Yoongi chuckles. “You’re the only one that’s qualified. And you’re the only one I trust to do this. I can trust you, right?” The question is almost rhetorical. The kid has more than proven himself in the whole time he’s known him.
He hears Jungkook take a deep breath. “Of course. You can count on me, hyung. I’ve got this.”
“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi does feel bad about leaving it all on Jungkook to pick up the slack, but he knows he can handle it. Things will be just fine without him, at least for a while. Everything always has been. Black Swan might even be better off with Jungkook at the helm instead of him. “I’m sorry for dropping this on you at the last minute.”
“Please,” Jungkook scoffs. “I told you, I’ve got this.” His voice changes, growing softer, less brash. “So…what will you do while you’re gone?”
“Hm. Not sure yet.” Yoongi smiles faintly. “You know, I’ve never really been on a vacation. Maybe I’ll leave the city, go somewhere sunny. Tropical and warm. Maybe the mountains.”
“That’ll be nice.” There’s a beat of silence. “So…this is it, then,” Jungkook says. “You’re really going.”
“Don’t get all sappy on me now, Kook,” says Yoongi briskly. “I’m your boss. We’re not really friends, are we?” They’re not friends, not just colleagues. They’re partners. Is that really any different?
“Yeah. Sorry. Well, good luck, boss. I’ll be here, as long as you need me to be. I hope you get everything figured out.”
“Yeah.” Yoongi heaves another sigh. “Me too. Goodbye, Jungkook. I’ll be in touch.” He hangs up before Jungkook can get any sappier on him and stares down at his hands again. He’ll leave town, maybe in a few days or so, go somewhere far away and stay there until it feels right to come back. But there’s one last thing he has to do tonight before he can go anywhere.
The door in front of him swings open, and the savory smell of stir-fried chicken wafts out. “Yoongi?” Hoseok looks him up and down, taking in Yoongi’s rain-soaked appearance. “What are you – did you walk here? It’s pouring out. You’ll get sick.” Same old Hoseok, the mother he never had.
“Hobi,” he says, ignoring his friend’s fussing. “Sorry I didn’t call first, but I was in the neighborhood and I got to wondering…does that dinner invitation still stand?”
“Always, but…” Hoseok falters. “I thought you said—”
“You know I can’t resist free food.” Yoongi smirks. “And…” He hesitates. His past is dark, littered with thorns and broken glass, winding paths to hell built upon good intentions. He can’t change that. But he can change his present – his future, too. And it starts with being honest with the people around him, whatever the fallout may be. No more secrets. No more lies. Especially to the people he cares about. “I decided I could really use someone to talk to.”
“Okay, well – get in here, then.” Hoseok pulls him inside, where it’s warm and bright and filled with life. “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”
Things will be better without you. Not now, but eventually. Maybe someday it will all work out like everyone keeps trying to tell him. Maybe there is still happiness to be found in this life.
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Whaaaaaat? You prefer Awakening and Fates characters dumb tropey characters over 3H's super deep and complex characters with dark gritty backstories?! I am truly shocked and appalled! (in case it wasn't clear, this is all sarcasm lol)
You're good lol 😭😭😭
But fr tho, I kinda think people lost the plot on how FE character writing is. In supports specifically, it's either pretty rudimentary, sad/dark, funny nonsense, or just emotionally rich in some way. 3H isn't really that different-or better-in that respect. I think people just get the faintest whiff of political intrigue and sad backstories (no matter how sloppy or Yikes they can seem in a meta perspective) and lose their shit.
Also because Fates was so divisive for being "anime weeb trash that lets you touch your waifu like a creep and FORCES you to marry your family members and has TROPEY CHARACTERS and HAS NO CONTINENT NAME OR TEH GOOD LORE" people honestly just took 3H and ran when it handed them building blocks in a sandbox.
And no shade to hardcore fans to 3H characters, cuz I also am a fan of a majority of the cast. But if I can be candid, I'd really rather have more Awakening and Fates-esque characters because it just feels like an extension of what FE character writing has been since FE6: the general fandom remembers each characters for specific things (hell that's why there's personality archetypes for the series) and the big fans of certain characters put the time and effort into them and are rewarded with more facets that others may not see!
Saizo for example, he's seen as overly serious and angry, and always seems to be talking about Ryoma. Lots of people write him off as just that. But his fans know about his backstory of losing his father and how he got his scar, how he's always suspicious of people due to his feelings regarding Mokushu and his status as a retainer, how he's a representative of Hoshido's more traditional and close minded perspectives (like you could see him as an actual example of toxic masculinity the way he's disrespectful towards women and so unwilling to express emotions aside from anger, for instance), etc.
That's just one example too! Tharja is the army therapist who begrudgingly starts to care about the Shepherds. Inigo/Laslow is super fucking contemplative about death and being separated from people and excessively fraternizes with everyone as a result. Rinkah can be seen as a meta commentary on supports with how she and her tribe don't like making meaningless friendships and she only starts being friendly at later ranks because of that. Lissa and Elise both serve as their family and friends' emotional rock, and keep people smiling and able to work. That's just the very tip of the iceberg.
And that's what makes FE good on its own merits. Characters are written to appeal to someone and that someone will respond in kind by loving them and appreciating all that is able to be offered with said character. I guess in a way, what I'm trying to say is 3H tries to appeal in multiple areas at once, and for as good as its character writing can be on its best day, it seem very spread thin and disingenuous as a result; characters have to have flaws, but also be able to be endeared and marriageable, but also involved in game lore in some way but also not essential so they can die/not be recruited with no issue, but also able to be appealing on the surface so as to incentivize recruitment, etc.
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I really don't understand some readers's issues with the male character having seduced other women before (or even after) being with the main heroine. If the guy makes it clear she's the only one that he'll ever truly want, what's the big deal?
Honestly, I don't even mind the hero being like "no I very much wanted other people before you, but you're the only one from now on". Unless, obviously, they're polyamorous/have an open marriage. I liked how Scarlett Peckham dealt with this in The Portrait of a Duchess--the hero and heroine end the story in love and with each other as primaries, but they're both free to sleep with other people, bring them into the bedroom, etc. Obviously, if you're looking for a monogamous romance novel that's not what you want, but for someone who isn't only into monogamous romance novels... I thought it was a refreshing take. Most poly books I read are about the central people in the triad or whatever, but in that one it was about a couple--they just happened to also fuck/love(?) other people as well.
I know that the point of romance is a fantasy, but sometimes, something pushes me over the edge into "okay this is so far removed from reality, it doesn't feel authentic anymore". Like, I don't know. So many historical romance readers want the heroine to be a virgin, and the hero is either a rake who never fucks or a non-rake who's had a few "discreet liaisons" yet the sex is sooooo amaaaazing.
And I guess for me... It's not like I need proof that these guys are good in bed with other women, lol. It's just jarring to see them go (and this is a big complaint I have with all subgenres at the moment) from "aw shucks I'm just a golden retriever nice boy" to "TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD GIRL SHOW ME THAT PUSSY SIT THAT ASS ON IT" and it's just. Lol. Sure Jan.
Are there golden retrievers who get real nasty in bed? For sure. But the degree to which these guys switch from "some fairly realistic if too good to be true boy you could take home to mom" to "alpha male in the sack" is just... it feels like I'm reading about a real guy doing a scene in the bedroom, but nobody set up a scene, nobody went over their safe words, lol. I'm supposed to buy that he becomes this completely different person in bed, in like... a vanilla setting.
It's different from the gentleman in the streets/freak in the sheets thing, too. Because those guys--like, the Westcliffs, the Lockwoods--are buttoned up to keep this dick you down daddy persona at bay. The thing I'm talking about feels like a sloppy way of having your cake and eating it too, as a writer. You don't want to write a hero with rough edges, but suddenly in the sex scenes he has them? Idk.
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