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bangytell · 6 months

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The room beside me | sg m

Spend the summer of a lifetime with me, let me take you to the place of your dreams. Double take—druv

Summary: Your roommate who's also your best friend accidentally hears you pampering yourself and now he yearns to have you

Genre: smut, friends to lovers

Rated: mature +18

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Word Count: 3.5k words

Warnings: f! reader, g!teacher mentions of nicknames (pookie, baby, etc) oral and fingering (f! receveing) protected sex (always do this girlies) mentions of jealousy [from Satoru]

a/n: heyy girlies please enjoyy i hope you really like this one as much as i did.

“Hey pookie, i brought you takoyaki from that place that you…” gasps of air, saccharine moans, and a heavy breathing came from your door

You didn’t bring nobody over ‘cause you were just arriving from school, not that far apart since he only stayed half hour looking through papers.

What can he do now? Stay put and listen? Open the door and join? No, no, Satoru, bring yourself together. He went outside after leaving the takoyaki on the table.

But oh, those sweet sounds from you were already on his mind. He never thought of you in that way, more in a platonic where nothing can happen kinda way

His hardened cock soon showed, in the middle of the street, great.

After hearing the door closing, you were uncertain about the noises outside, was it him?

Your goofy and annoying roommate slash co worker slash sorta best friend, it can't be, he was taking longer in school.

when you reached your climax and the silence hit you, the fear crawled up to your shoulders, what if it was him?

the hunger hit you, on top of your table were a tray of tokoyaki, Satoru were here before, did he heard you?

If he did, you hope he doesn't bring it up, you've heard him before, pampering himself in the shower, his moans are a tad lower and raspy.

But him hearing you was different a lot different what if he heard you calling his name in soft whispers while you imagine having him, in any possible way even if it isn't for long, just hearing that way he says your name so sweet and gentle while you gasp for air with his hard cock inside of you.

Gojo opens the door when you have a tokoyaki inside your mouth

"Hey pookie" you gift him a lip smile, since the food is still processing inside your mouth "Ah, I knew you'd be eating" he chuckles

"You just arrived?"after a gulp of your mouthful of food you speak up, he denies with his head

Oh.

"I was here, left the tokoyaki and remembered i forgot something, and then i remembered i had it on me the whole time" you chuckle and he does too

Were your eyes always this shiny? Gojo thinks to himself

"Let me guess, your keys?" he nods and loose himself to the hall, into his room

That was weird, even for Satoru, he would often sit down and make you talk about your day, so he can talk about his and how every student tries desperately to get his attention.

Being a full time teacher at the same university is sometimes tiring, until you get home and listen to Gojo blurt out his whole day to you, you're worried.

One, two, three knocks and a soft "Toru" leaving your mouth

"Yeah?" he sounds… as if he were running a marathon

"Jus' checking if you're okay" he hums and you walk away, something must be on his mind.

You devoured the tray he brought you while watching a sitcom, later you hear footsteps as he was out of the shower, with the towel wrapped around his waist, wet strands of hair falling on his face while he dried it with another.

He was worth looking at, his porcelain skin that went so well with his white hair and the cherry on top were those mesmerizing sapphire eyes that were looking at your gaze right now, you turned away to the television again.

“What are you watching” you could smell his body wash by now

“The office” he looks at you, with an angry frown

“I thought we watched that together” you chuckle

“I restarted it” he walks away again, to change, you assume “Hey Satoru, did you clean the shower?”

His head appears from the corner of the eye of the door

“I did not” you chuckle “but now that you offer” you laugh

“I will not clean if you’re out of there, i know what you do” now he’s walking your way, sits on the sofa next to you and laughs

“And what is that you are so certain that i do Miss”

“You know what you do, don’t make me say it” he leans closer to you, smelling clean and swallowing you whole within those blue eyes

“You listen to me, you perv?” he says with a playful grin and tone

“You’re just loud, and the walls are very thin” he pulls away and you breath again

“I guess” with the muffled sound of the tv, and a few chuckles now and then the night greets you

“You never told me how your day went” you locked gaze

“A bit tiring, since finals are coming, everything just feels on top of me” you nod, in agreement

“Since you leave everything last minute ‘m sure how you’re feeling” he chuckles

“I do not”

“Why do you work? I know you have the money to leave the school, why don’t you just?...”

“I cut loose of my family” he never brings his family to subject “And I do have the money i jus’ wanna feel like i contribute”

“So you’re like super rich and jus’ teach for fun” he chuckles

“Well you got one right” and the power went out, everything went silent and he reached his hand to you, the thought of him worrying about you made your heart beat in excitement

“I’m good Toru, i haven’t got up” you chuckle and the sound of heavy rain began to hit your ceiling

“The weather announced the rain?” he asks as if it wasn’t obvious by now of the pouring rain

“I don’t check the weather i’m not 60” you chuckle at unison

“Is going to be a cold and long night for me” with the help of your cellphone you light up the lantern

He is walking behind you guiding through the light

“You can come to my bed if you like” you stop your walk “Jus’ to sleep, we have sleep together before” he’s right, but now it feels different

“I don’ wanna bother” he chuckles

”You’re too small for that “ he likes the way the dim light of the lantern colors your features, and the way your pajama makes you look as when you were in college

“You never bother me” he smiles and you blush

“Night Toru” he adores that sweet nickname since you studied together

The next day, after sayin morning to shoko and geto you know them trough Satoru and now you’re friends as well, kinda, you got your coffee cup and went to class

When you got home, alone, because Gojo again left everything to the end of the day, the light is still out and it's been light raining all day, you’ve had a bad face all day since sleep was so bad, unconsciously you reach Gojo’s room, he wouldn’t mind if you take a nap there, right? His room is much better since the window gives direct sunlight and it can warm all over, you love your room, when the ac is working.

When Gojo gets home later than he expected, he’s soaking wet since the rain started a while ago. The power is still out, so he begins to call out your name to see if you were at home already.

No answer. As he walks closer realizes his door is open, and the moon gives him enough light to know that you’re sleeping in his bed, calmly breathing and buffing coming through your mouth.

“Toru… please stay” you say, in a whisper, he knows for a fact that you babble a few words when you sleep and finds it so endearing.

But you call for his name, in a pleading to stay, you were dreaming about him, maybe he misheard. Then a soft moan escapes your mouth and he’s just standing there, like a confused teenager, but he stays there, to listen more, to know if this is truly about him.

“Mhmm yes… Toru, jus’ like that” his name, leaving your mouth and she most surely see’s his friend in that way, sexually maybe even emotionally. He grabbed a change of clothes, careful not to wake you and walked out to take a shower, since his hardened cock was pressing against his clothes in a cry for touch.

You wake up a few minutes after he opens the stream of water, the need of touch makes you wake up in an instant, hearing the water makes your thoughts calm, if Gojo was here you couldn’t be touching yourself.

You had a few texts from Suguru, asking if Gojo got home, if he was okay and if you were okay. You chuckled and answered his questions.

[We’re both okay, Satoru is in the shower so i’ll tell him to answer to you when his out]

[Jus’ wanted to know if you were okay, you practically run every time the classes are over] you chuckle, you don’t feel like staying and talk to anyone, and you were sleepy today

[Oh.

Well is jus’ that i didn’t had a good night of sleep yesterday]

[What about every other day?] you smile and then, the sound of Gojo clearing his throat startled you, his eyes looked tired and he had a frown adorning his face

“Who are you talking to?” you stood up, to walk to your room, but he stands in the way

“Suguru was asking me if you got home” he opened his eyes in amazement

“How does he have your number?” he sounded angry

“Well, i gave it to him” you were mesmerized by his eyes , not letting you move an inch away

“And you guys talk often?” you deny

“He wanted to know if you got home okay” he snorts and move along into his room

“I don’t think you should be talking to him” you looked confused “He’s a womanizer” you chuckle

“I don’t think he’s interested in that way” he raises an eyebrow

“And why is that, he told you?” you deny

“No, i jus’ don’t think a guy like Suguru would pick me as an interest” you giggle

“And how could you know?” his tone is serious, like if he was trying to make one of his students to understand something

“Even if he is, i know how to take care of myself Gojo, stop acting like my father” he denies, and you walk away.

Open a can of coke and sit on the couch in the dim light of candles, and your phone buzz again, is Geto

[Did I say something wrong?] you smile

[No, Suguru, just got distracted]

[Please, call me Geto and what does it get to get you distracted] you blush and start to type away another answer

[Well, Geto, it depends, are you trying to take me on a date]

Satoru opens the fridge, gets a coke too and sits next to you

“Why are you blushing? you saw me enter the room?” you giggle and look at him

“You have your ego way up your ass” he holds a hand on his chest, looking hurt

“Did you sleep well in my bed?” he grins looking at your blushed cheeks

“Sorry, the sunlight was hitting your bed when i got home and i was so sleepy” he chuckles

“I told you to sleep with me but you’re so stubborn”

“I am not” he laughs and closes his eyes, he’s soo pretty when he does that you think

“If you aren’t, sleep with me tonight”

"I uh…" he startled you

"You love proving me wrong so badly that I know for a fact you don’t have a negative thought to my idea" he chuckles and you pout, he knows you too much

Without thinking it too much, you two end up cuddling together inside his sheets.

He can't stop to think about the idea of his friend interested in you, he's not the type to get jealous and make a scene about it, or so he thought until he notice the soft smile you would give to his texts, he knows his friend and knows how everything can go his way

"You're thinking too loud" he chuckles

"Do you like Suguru?" he blurts out, it's better to ask now before he loses his mind

"Yeah, he's nice" he deny and snorts

"Not like that, I know he's nice, he's nice to everyone I mean like physically" you have your back on him and he's distracting himself looking at the ceiling.

"He's handsome, and you can tell that he works out… and his long hair in that man bun he's always using I don't know how he can pull that look so well, and he sometimes holds the door for me in the teachers room…"

"It's a simple yes or no question you don't have to tell me all those details" you chuckle

"Well, yeah I do find him attractive, why?" he snorts

"Do you find me attractive?" you stop your thoughts, and even if you would like to kiss him right in that second just to prove him how much you think how attractive he is

"You have pretty eyes" he chuckles

"Answer me, please" You're confused, why would he need that type of assurance that you find him attractive, why would you matter?

"Well, yes Satoru, i think you're very attractive" he huffs and closes his eyes

"More than Geto?" Is he... insecure right now?

"Yes, more than Suguru" you answer, to make your friend feel better or so you try to fool yourself

"Thank you" you smile, even tho he can't see you, those words sounded sincere

After a few more minutes you weren't able to get yourself to sleep.

"Toru… are you awake?" he hums in response "i can't sleep" he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him

Probably he didn't notice, but his hardened cock was rubbing against you and the heat inside you started to crawl up.

"Stop thinking, jus' close your eyes honey" his voice sounds saccharine and raspy

"It isn't that simple" he snorts and whisper in your ear

"Think about me then" that doesn't help either, you think, while his cock still is close to your skin but so far at the same time

"Toru… don't be like this" his breathing is slow, so you think that he must be falling asleep or sleep already

"Guess I'll just text Suguru, to know if his up" he turns you around so you face him, you didn’t knew the strength he had until that moment

“I can help you fall asleep” you chuckle

“Wow Satoru, were you always this strong?” he snorts and you keep laughing

“Why would you be so upset if I dated Suguru?” the dim light of the thunders and the moon gave you a glimpse of his features

“Maybe ‘cause i be jealous” he looks away from you

“Jealous of me for stealing Suguru from you?” you chuckle and he looks at you

“More of the opposite” everything stops for you, suddenly the pouring rain wasn’t heavy on the roof, the thunders stopped their rumbling and all you could see, hear and feel was Gojo Satoru and his hopeful blue eyes staring directly at you.

“Stop messing around Toru” he chuckles

“I wouldn’t play with something like this” and you’re heavy breathing, thinking of all the times you wished to just hold and told him that you feel so much for him, how all those years together made you see him as more than friend, how even he is so full of himself you know he also cares for other, encourages and challenges every person around him and you admire him, but you cherished him so badly that the thought of calling out your feelings to him would ruin your friendship, and you’d rather suffer in silence if that meant living around the person you love. And now he was sort of… confessing to you?

“What do you mean?” you huff and feel a lack of air through your lungs as if you know that your feelings made you feel this way

“Well, I don’t know how to explain myself” he huffs this time “But the other day, that I brought you the takoyaki i heard you… pampering yourself” you opened your eyes in surprise “By accident, I thought i surprised you with takoyaki since you ran from your classroom to here everyday… and then uhm… I started to feel the need to hear and feel you, i thought i was just being physical”

“I’m so embarrassed right now” he chuckles and grabs you by the chin so you look at his eyes

“Then I saw the smile you were giving to him, and the thought of you with another man just made my blood boil” what a possessive “I found myself thinking about you all day, when i heard you calling my name on your dreams I just… i think i have always liked you”

“As a friend?” he was leaning closer, every breath you could feel it close to you

“No… more than a friend” you gulp the saliva on you throat

“As best friends” he chuckles

He leans in and presses his lips with yours in a saccharine kiss, slow and soft as he opens his mouth to deepen the pace. Your hands go to his chest to grab from something as the lack of air pulls you apart from him.

“Is that enough answer to you?” you lean closer and breath in his cologne

“I might need a bit more than that” as he chuckles you kiss again, pulling closer each time feeling his throbbing cock against you as he stroke against you in need you lower your hand to touch him, to feel what you’ve been yearning for, Satoru moans in between the kiss.

“Baby… please, let’s focus on the kiss” you chuckle

“I get so distracted by it” you pant and he chuckles this time

“We don’t have to do it if you…”

“C’mon Toru i’m not a teenager, we’re not teenegers” He stands up and pulls away his clothes, and helps you with yours

“God, you’re body is amazing” is because there’s no light in here you think to yourself

“You’re not so bad yourself” he chuckles coming back to bed and accommodating his body hovering you, you begin to kiss again in a sloppy and needy pace, his body begins to stroke yours

he leans to kiss your neck and your legs shiver and tremble

“You should get a condom” he pouts and gets up to grab one from his night stand

He puts it on and proceeds to make his way to your wet and throbbing cunt, you moan when his tongue licks over your clit, and you knew that he would know exactly how to make you feel good, your saccharine moans fill the room and when his mouth begin to hum you felt the vibrations you began to quiver, his fingers make its way inside your folds and the moans leaving your mouth are loud, you feel his digits work his way inside of you.

“Toru…- stop… or ‘m gonna cum” he chuckles, pulling his face away to look at you

“Jus’ by my fingers? oh pookie but i haven’t been inside you yet” you quiver again when his pace quickens.

“Toru…-please i need you” you pant, he pulls away and accommodates his body once again to hover you.

The tip of his cock rubs against your folds and you feel needy, so needy for him

He doesn’t makes you wait any longer to make his way inside of you, you pant when he reaches your sweet spot. he thrust against you and his digits found your clit and began to rub, you’re both panting and moaning each other name like a prayer, after a few strokes to your throbbing clit you announce your climax, and he listens and continues his pace and movements.

The waves of your climax hits you, makes your back arch and pant his name so sweetly.

“Yes, baby, cum for me… ah… you’re so tight, you squeeze my cock so good”

he thrust sloppier and pants your name with raspy moans and cums inside the condom

Lying his head in the cup of your neck, feeling your skin with him and heavy breathing recovering from your climax.

“Hey Toru, i feel all sweaty” he chuckles and you feel the vibrations on your body

“C’mon enjoy this moment skin to skin” and you want to so you stay like that for a while longer.

He pulls away, throwing the condom away, then returning to bed and cuddling you.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” he chuckles at your question

“Would you let me date you?” you smile while looking to his eyes stroking strings of his sweaty hair

“I would be really happy Toru” he smiles

“Of course you would pookie” and you chuckle

Seems that your roommate also felt the need to have you as much as you did.

©️bangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation can’t be done this is the only way to read it.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook:Sugar & Spice (Intro)

In which Jungkook really wants people to love you just as much as he does - or maybe not.

Tags/Warnings: Raccoon Hybrid!Reader x Idol!Jungkook, established relationship, opposites attract because I love that concept, are you tired of my hybrid stories yet because I'm not, fluff, romance, smut, jealous koo, slice of life, mild ddlg themes

Chapter length: short

Other content: Spoiled, Calm

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"I forgot.." you mumble quietly, a little ashamed about your entire situation as you've just had to explain to your boyfriend that yes, you've just gotten your period, and yes- you've probably now stained his nice expensive little sofa in his studio.

"It's fine, see?" He mumbles before casually wiping the leather with a tissue before throwing it into the trashcan nearby. "Didn't even stain at all. Do you wanna go change?" He asks casually, looking at you - before he clicks his tongue, the clear waters in your eyes a telltale sign of your typically emotional reaction to things like these. "Come here, crybaby, everything's fine!" He laughs a little, letting you cling onto him as you hide in embarrassment.

"I don't feel good." You whine into his chest, and he chuckles.

"I know baby." He says, as he pats your head. "You wanna go wash up?"

"But I don't have anything to change.." you complain, now getting even more frustrated.

"Bullshit. I've got your pyjama pants here somewhere-" He says, parting from you to search for the clothing item before he crawls.. underneath his desk?

"What're you doing, Kookie?" You giggle a little, watching him pull out a simple black canvas bag that he opens the zipper of.

"Excuse me? You think after what- 4 years I wouldn't be prepared for shit like this?" He proudly claims, before holding up one of your period-slash-heat pull ups- something you've been horrified of telling him about the first two years of your relationship with him, too fearful of how he might react to it. But you've learned soon enough that while Jungkook does sometimes get a little mean in his fun with others around him, he's not a bad guy at all. He's just a bit clumsy at times.

"Why do you have them here?" You whine, grabbing after the pair he's got in his hand.

"Why not?" He shrugs. "Your heats can start random as shit, and your periods are even worse. Better safe than sorry." He simply answers, closing the bag and shoving it back underneath the desk. "Now go change, I'll prepare the couch so you can nap." He jokes, smacking your thigh as you get up to follow his word.

Pulling out a blanket, he puts everything he knows you'll appreciate where he thinks it'll be good, before he checks his phone.

Only recently, he's gone public. While fans knew you existed, they didn't know much about you, nor that you and Jungkook weren't just platonic but a genuine relationship. And while he'd been prepared for what surely was to come, he'd been surprised by the welcoming reaction of the fans, many already expecting it and others defending that he's a person who deserves a private life.

And so, he's been more open with you, company even allowing you to now be seen in behind the scenes footage, and even publishing professional photos from backstage of you. People became pretty much just as charmed as he himself had been years ago- happily accepting you as a part of it all now, and he couldn't have been luckier.

But at the same time, he starts feeling just a little upset at the comments some fans keep repeating.

"She's so cute, I wish I had a hybrid like her!"

"Honestly though, if hybrids were allowed to be idols, she'd definitely be the visual of the generation!"

"She kind of seems almost too nice for Jungkookie~!"

"You think she ever feels lonely at home? I mean, he's at work all the time.."

"Jungkookie?" You ask, and he snaps his head up from his phone, boiling emotions quickly forgotten at the sight of you holding your fluffy striped tail in your hands. "Can you take a nap with me?" You wonder quietly, and he internally swells with pride.

"Of course, baby bear." He chuckles before joining you on the couch, holding you close and tightly just how he knows you like it. Does he leave you alone too much? Do you feel lonely sometimes? He's interested in the answer, but scared of it just as much- so he won't ask the questions. He'll just hold you, love you, and care for you.

Because the love you have is special, and nothing will break you both apart. Not time, not work, and for sure, not his career.

Hopefully.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine

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ghostlyforxst · 4 months

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GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Platonic Yandere and Metions of Men WITH Serpent tails.

CHARACTERS: Bakugo Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou

WORD COUNT: 400

A/N- I apologize to the requester, for some damn reason it wouldn't allow me to add the story with your request. But, here you go if you see it! Also if anyone wants headcannons with this scenario or any other, add a comment! I love me some Platonic Yandere Naga! Kiribaku. Anyways enjoy!

TRANSLATION:

“Hire, kluse yivra!” - "Here, please take!"

“Sepa mate?”.- "Be Mate?"

Your heart palpitated wildly, feeling the ebullient tingle from your toes up to your spine as you glided around with a bouncy dance—a cacophony of traditional phaṇin music stimulating your ears.

Kirishima who lip-sync with the catchy and spirited music, and Bakugo who watched you with a adoring smile had lightened up enough for you to attend the yearly phaṇin festival. And to them it was worth being able to witness that toothy grin and your clumsy dance. You deserved a reward, you have behaved and embraced them as your fathers the past years. Naught a cry, wail, or insult derived from you. You maturing, becoming more independent as you nearly reached the big eighteen, had them dewy-eyed. Concerned that you'll depart from them, that one of these damned oafs would snaffle you, but they wouldn't allow it. Never, you're perpetually their baby.

Gradually your dance ceased, breathing heavily as you eyed the crowd for Bakugo and Kirishima but your attention drew you from your search to the tap on your shoulder.

“Hire, kluse yivra!” The man blushed, proffering fresh meat from a deer.

Your brow scrunches with an awkward smile, you hesitantly grab the meat from him and you thank him. “Oh, thanks?”

“Sepa mate?” He beamed, eagerly. His iridescent tail envelopes you, coiling around your waist up to your shoulders, and he nuzzles his chin against you with a hush hum almost like purr.

You stiffened, nervous, and tried to lean away from him. You were secluded from the other nagas altogether, oblivious of their courting rituals and language. But Kirishima and Bakugo were very aware of what was occurring, their baby was vulnerable and needed them to protect you from this aberrant and pervy naga. Bakugo's chest rumbles furiously before he slither hastily towards the both of you, Kirishima not far behind. Bakugo raises his claws above his head and slashes the man's tail, cursing him in hisses and screeches. He yanks you from the tail's grasp and forces you into Kirishima, kiri's ruby eyes roaming your form along with his hands for bruises or injuries.

With a final hiss from Kirishima and Bakugo, you were carried away. You peered back, seeing the man's slitted-indigo eyes glistening with angry tears.

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bonebabbles · 7 months

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Assorted Chapter 19 & 20 thoughts

I love how Arc is shocked and uncomfortable at the idea of Clan borders, even the ones Riverstar has set. I like the way that it makes Riverstar kind of embarrassed.

It's like when an outside perspective makes you realize how ridiculous something really is, because you'd gotten used to it and gone blind to it.

Doesn't stop being annoying how unambiguously evil Slash is. "Yes this cat is soooo evil he'd eat babies. No nuance at all here" but maybe that's leftover frustration from my feelings on DOTC.

I do not like Born Evil Cats, also, Slash continues to be Dollar Store One Eye lmao.

The dialogue between characters is pretty good. Whoever is writing this prose is good with it, I like how Riverstar feels that he must repay cats who were good to him when he was young.

"I can't be a good leader to you if I can't be a good friend to Arc" nice line

It was a dick move to spring his leave on his cats though. Arc's about to go home and THEN River's like, "Btw everyone I'm going too"

They lampshaded RiverNight shipping, by having Riverstar briefly misinterpret Night's platonic admiration for him as romantic feelings, then she shoots it down. That wasn't as charming as the writer thinks it is-- like, you're right! I don't fucking trust you to write male and female characters being platonic! This is not a cutesy joke! You should be ashamed of that!

But, ok. Fine. It was one line and ultimately, they are platonic and nothing else. That is a good thing.

though they still had to retcon-fridge a woman, without a single speaking line while she's alive, so that Riverstar could have SOME kind of heterosexual man pain through the book. This is really not the Platonic Win book that some people are saying.

Aaaand now we're travelling

#bones reads rh

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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(T, 15k, enemies to lovers) they used to be best friends; they despise each other all these years later; and they’re both staying at Harry’s place for Christmas

in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you by fearsparks / @onlythebravest

(T, 13k, uni au) Harry's best friend Louis comes to visit him where he attends uni, meets Harry's friends, who point out that they don't know what platonic means

Everything Comes Back To You by @jaerie

(NR, 9k, Marcel au) Louis was only seven when he found himself in a hospital bed alone and scared, confused about what was happening.

Any Man of Mine by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 5k, cowboy au) Harry goes to visit his old friend Louis at his ranch in Texas after they reconnect during the pandemic.

in this life by @alivingfire

(G, 5k, girl direction) In this life, Harry Styles found Louis Tomlinson early, and never let him go.

Summer Love by orphan_account

(T, 5k, proposal) He's gonna marry him someday. All that Louis needs to do is ask him - again.

you and I love like it's a secret by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 4k, high school) It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

Down Memory Lane by flicker_album / @niall-official

(G, 2k, high school) Harry, as sentimental as ever, keeps anything Louis gives him in a box under his bed. He doesn’t anticipate Louis finding the box.

my favourite colour is you by velvetnoodle / @femslashy

(M, 2k, love confessions) Harry would scoff whenever the people closest to them would question their lack of an actual relationship, because the idea of the two of them being anything more than friends is the most preposterous thing he can think of.

captivity by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(G, 1k, older) you get to a point in life when your secrets aren't as holy as they once were.

RARE PAIRS

Make It Up As We Go Along by @lululawrence

(NR, 52k, ot5) When a baby is left on their doorstep, their lives become the definition of chaos...but maybe that is exactly what they need to see what has been right in front of them all along.

somewhere only we know by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 9k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn and Louis grew up together, but haven’t seen each other in over a decade. Now they're both in their twenties and meet again on a flight from LA to London, with ten hours in front of them to catch up, and maybe start something new.

Always Keep You Next To Me by @lululawrence

(NR, 8k, Louis/Greg James) When Louis' twin dies, Louis decides to take the birthday road trip they were meant to take together with Will's best friend Greg instead.

#trackinghome #tracksintheam #hltracks #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #1dsource #ficrec #childhood friends to lovers #no smut

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quietwingsinthesky · 8 months

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what do you think people would say about supernatural/the winchesters relationship if sam was female?

Realistically, I think Sam being a woman would have given the show itself free rein to be So Much Fucking Weirder towards her. I know this ask is mostly about the fandom’s reaction, but I need to set the basis that, given everything we know about how the show already is, Supernatural would have taken the Sam Experiencing Sexual Violence dial that is already at 9 and cranked that baby up to 20 and left it there for the whole run. And also, given everything else we know about the show, every time Dean ribs about Sam being gay in canon would either 1) stay that way but now have the extra layer of “Dean is really into watching girls fuck” on top of it to make it weird or 2) would just flat out be replaced with Dean hitting on Sam/insinuating something along the lines of ‘why would u ever want another guy? when I am here and all u need?’ because Dean is already a creep obsessed with his brother, can you imagine how it would’ve been written if he had a baby sister instead? Homophobia was the only thing holding the show back from flat out incest sometimes, I swear to god.

Okay, so. Now that I have established All Of That.

For one, we have to take into account how the fandom tended to react to female characters in general. Let’s see the forecast is uh. Bad. We are looking at huge divides between the “Sam is cool, we like her” and the “Sam is a bitch and the show should just be about Dean” crowds. (And the third crowd of “Sam should fuck her brother 😩”, absolutely wincest would still be a thing. It might be even more of a thing in this universe, but that’s all speculation.) Especially when s4 rolls around and Sam decides to be a little evil (and have a girlfriend? I’m assuming everything else in the show goes as is, and so would the Ruby plotline. Which means that’s going to awaken even more things in people than it already does. I would have stopped functioning if I saw girl!Sam/Ruby blood drinking and fucking on my screen as a preteen do you have any idea-) People are going to villainize the shit out of her for that, never let it go.

(Now, as the fandom ages, a lot of this is gonna simmer down like it did for real for characters like Bela. But in the moment? A goddamn war zone. Toxic waste dump.)

And we need to talk about the elephant in the room. Destiel. We already exist in a world where Sam will be completely sidelined and erased to get Dean and Castiel’s love story to seem like the most important plot of Supernatural. Now, I want you to imagine the absolute hell that would be to exist in a fandom where Destiel is the big slash ship and the other main character of the show is a woman. At best, continued sidelining. At worst, we are looking at “Sam is a bitch and the show should be about dean only” attitudes that carry forward into “Sam is a bitch who is in the way of destiel and should be killed off to get her out of the way.” Which you may note is usually a role given to female love interests that are despised for breaking up the main ship. This is because, for all intents and purposes, Sam is the main love interest in competition with Castiel for Dean. On a fandom level between ship wars of destiel vs wincest, but also textually, in the show, beyond shipping, Sam fills out that role in a platonic way as well and Castiel doesn’t. If Sam was a woman, this spells bad news for her. No woman gets in the way of gay ships and comes out unharmed.

Okay and now let’s talk about Lucifer because we need to talk about Lucifer, I’m a Lucifer blog, I’m a samifer girl, and I can tell you that none of these things would change for me if I was watching this version of the show lol. But! Remember what I said about the Sam Sexual Violence dial? Yeah. That is going to be. Extremely loud. Every time Sam and Lucifer are in the same scene. I guarantee you this is the universe where we get evil forced Samifer kisses at multiple points. This is absolutely the universe where, when Lucifer decides he wants a kid, he tries to get Sam pregnant first and only if he fails does he move onto someone else (and hint: he probably doesn’t fail.) Think about every Sam & Lucifer scene that ever happened and now reimagine it but the show can now be as weirdly sexually violent as it feels like because it’s “straight” now. The innuendos are out, and Lucifer is going to pin Sam against a wall at some point.

I’m very into this, but I feel like this would make the whole fandom situation around them a lot worse. People already get up in arms around samifer, or even liking Lucifer at all. If all that subtext became flat out text and people could gif “Times Lucifer sexually assaulted Sam on screen” into little gotcha compilations, it would be way more of a struggle to exist around here.

But like I’d still be into it so I’d definitely still be here, give me those comps, I’m gonna jerk off to them

ANYWAY. That’s what I think would change if Sam was a lady. Overall, not great, but I think there would also be a lot of people who find her relatable, empowering, etc, and really enjoy her as a woman. Probably the same people who like Sam now, honestly. If there’s any universe I got a chance to peak into, I’d want it to be this one. If only for samruby canon lesbian sex.

#ask #i just feel like a lot of supernatural’s punches around certain topic were pulled because going all in would be too gay #and I think it’s better for it. a lot more subtle.#but if Sam was a girl it would not be that at all it would be full in on the incest and rape im serious #speaking of #tw noncon #tw incest #spn #sam winchester #lucifer spn #dean winchester #wincest #samifer

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I have been trying to understand why I was so disappointed with the Supernatural finale. After all, being a writer myself, I wouldn’t like anyone telling me how to write the climax to my story, and therefore, I more than the average viewer should have been able to respect the freedom of the writers and showrunners to take their story to what they believed to be the right conclusion.

The problem, I realized is that every story has a structure that it has to follow to get it to make sense, even the ones that are not overtly formulaic.

So I looked at a few beloved older shows that I watched through the seasons and understand what made their endings more palatable.

The Mentalist – Like supernatural, The Mentalist is not a show about romance; it is a police procedural show, with a murder solved by the team in each episode, and more importantly it is about Jane’s obsession and quest for revenge from the serial killer Red John and finally the journey towards Jane’s catharsis. But as the characters evolved, Jane and Lisbon’s equation changed from friendship to something more, very organically I would say, and the show ends with them together and even expecting a baby – a satisfying happy ending that works thanks to not just Jane’s character growth but Lisbon’s as well.

House MD – Again, not a show about romance or even friendships. It’s a hospital show and a ‘medical procedural’, that unlike Grey’s Anatomy and similar shows, is almost fully focused on the titular character. The showrunners have spoken about how House and Wilson were inspired by Conan Doyle’s Holmes and Watson. During all the ups and downs over the seasons, their friendship remains the heart of the series, and while the pairing was wildly popular in the fandom, with slash fiction being written prolifically even now, ten years after the show ended, the showrunners chose to keep the relationship platonic. As the characters were introduced as canonically straight, the writers probably did not dare take a wild leap to sexual intimacy on the show, despite the immense popularity of the pairing. However, we see the characters falling out and getting back together, thereby strengthening their bond, and the protagonist, a self-professed selfish and ‘bastard’ character, giving up on everything that meant anything to him, and driving off into the sunset with his best friend aka the person who is most important to him, again satisfying though bittersweet.

Elementary – Yet another police procedural. Most people read Sherlock and Joan’s relationship as platonic, a change from the shipping heavy pairings. Here too, the show ends with the two friends taking steps to becoming platonic-life partners after all the turmoil and physical dangers they faced over the series.

Now, in Supernatural, the story demanded a happy or at least a bittersweet ending. Why? Because of the death, resurrection, pain, literal hellfire, loss of loved ones that Sam and Dean went through, only a happy ending makes sense, and heaven, that is canonically in the control of manipulative angels is not a happy ending at all, unlike say ‘The Good Place’.

If I were to take the story to its logical conclusion, the finale would have both brothers taking the call to be semi-retired. Sam and Eileen would probably set up a Hunters Headquarters in the Men of Letters bunker. Dean would either start a Roadhouse-style bar named after Ellen and Jo or an Auto restoration business for classic cars named after Bobby. A full blown romantic relationship between Dean and Cas wouldn’t work so late in the game. So, again a platonic life partner setup, that’s open for interpretation, with Dean, Cas and Jack buying a farm where Claire and the rest of the found family frequently visit them.

So the brothers would find stability and “the peace when you’re done” that we were promised. Dean and Cas, as both soldiers with a fair amount of PTSD, would help each other on the path to healing. Sam would never get out of hunting as he wanted at the start, but a semi-retired approach would give that to him partially, and let him indulge in research that makes sense for his academic type personality.

The final shot would be of the brothers in the backyard of dean’s farm, drinking beer, finally at peace, not just with the world, but with each other, as having their own support system in the form of found family, and their own space would let them get over the annoyance of constantly living in each other’s pockets, forever on the road, with no control over their destiny and mistrustful of each other. We were so robbed of this – a logical, meaningful bittersweet ending that made sense for these beloved characters.

#spn #spn meta #destiel #sam and dean #dean and cas #sam and eileen #destiel meta #spn finale

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liminal-zone · 2 years

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hiii, what did you think about the Haladriel moment in the forest after the battle? when they had their "bind it to my very being" conversation? I know many people don't think it was intended to be romantic or sexually tense but I thought his word choice, his reaction to her "I felt it too" and the staring contest they had after was kind of ... uh, not platonic. what are your thoughts on it?

It was definitely my wake up call that this ship was going to RUIN ME.

Before this episode, I had been like "lololol he has to be sauron, i guess, this is a fun show doing fun things, idk i guess they have chemistry, sure!"

After this episode, I was like "if halbrand isn't sauron WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE" and in that same ferocity of hope, I saw her turn to face him! Say I FELT IT TOO. That! was electric!!! That was definitely not platonic. (Okay, Charlie, I'll allow that it was COSMIC.)

It reminded me of how so many slash ships have that kind of moment? Like, the post battle quiet moments of connection? (lolol i am glad you are here with me, here at the end of all things, sam) And it was unique to have it in a het ship and what was going to become a villain/heroine ship??? What a gift???

Like, they had to be interrupted. They were going to bang on that log. I don't care if this gives me a UTI, she thinks, SMASH.

Things I love so much about that moment:

Sauron is having a coded conversation about binding power to himself (something he desperately needs if he wants to Heal Middle Earth), specifically thinking about how the connection they have in battle is such a power that he needs, craves. Sauron as a character is defined by need, want, longing. And as he says the essence of the agh burzum-ishi krimpatul line, it's about HER. (Slaps the void, we can fit all my screams in here.)

Galadriel, um, is like. Sadistically genocidal in this episode? Um. So of course. OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Her character is defined by ambition and power and protection but also light. So when she says she FELT IT TOO, she is feeling the darkness, HER darkness --- he is her opposite and he is also her mirror. OF COURSE she is going to be compelled.

There's some talk in the tags about how this ship diminishes her, and I would counter with this: Sauron wants what she's having. She's the answer to healing Middle Earth. If you take what she does to Lothlorien with Nenya, and instead widened that scope by smushing his power with hers? Chicken in every pot, all the crops are watered, my skin is clear, etc. Bind it, baby, bind it to your very being.

#they're in love your honor #saurondriel #bind yourself to me #agh burzum ishi krimpatul #the rings of power #sauron #galadriel

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creationofacentury · 5 months

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Before the Storm (HP AU, Ethubs)

Etho & Bdubs, slash if you squint, could be platonic if you like

HP spoiler! Time set in Book 6.

I don't actually remember the sequence of the canon events. Sorry in advance!

Dialogue heavy...

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"We really shouldn't be doing this,"

"I know, so I'll make this quick."

Bdubs takes out his wand and mutters a quick Alohomora, and the door clicks. "Shit, it worked." He pushes the door open, peeking to see if there's anyone. He gestures Etho to follow.

"I'm serious, if someone catches us we are in deep trouble,"

"Yeah, I know! I heard you the first time and the first twenty times you said that, you big baby, if you are so scared you can just go back to bed!"

"Bdubs, c'mon. This isn't wise."

"Oh ho, yeah, because you are so wise, aren't you, Etho?"

That stops Etho in his track.

"I followed you here because I care, you know."

Two steps ahead of Etho, Bdubs stills. After a moment or two, "...I know."

"Then you know what to do."

At that, Bdubs turns to glare at him. "Don't. I don't listen to you. I am not one of you pureblood games."

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't be doing this!"

"Doing what?! Say it, Etho." Bdubs challenges, "You are not scared, are you?"

Etho rolled his eyes, desperation seeping through his hushed voice, "I'm not scared of sneaking out or getting caught, you know that. We have done it countless times, you know that's not what I'm worrying about!"

Bdubs doesn't back down, instead he stares unwavering at Etho, "Fear is not gonna get you anywhere."

"You- why are you Griffindors so unreasonable? Can't you see the risk you are taking?!"

"What risk? Getting points taken? That's nothing compared to the fact that Volde-"

"Don't say it!"

Bdubs's glare hardens, but he smiles- he caught him. Etho shuts his mouth.

"Etho Selywn. Let me tell you one thing. Getting points taken matters non to me-"

"This is a life and-"

"LET ME FINISH! Getting points taken doesn't scare me! Just as standing against Voldemort wouldn't!"

"YOU SHOULD BE SCARED! You don't understand, my mother send owl last week telling me to get ready for 'big changes', and they, they were gathering, and with your blood status, Bdubs, please..."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Bdubs looks sad all of a sudden.

"...what are you talking about?"

"This is the right thing, is why I'm doing it." He sighs, looking pained and tired, "you'll have to choose, you know? If war breaks out, we can't keep doing this."

Etho freezes. Bdubs watches as he fumbles for words to reply, then sighs again.

"Go back to your dorm, Etho. I can investigate myself. It's Hogwarts, whatever Malfoy's hiding in there wouldn't kill me. He's not that good."

"I should never have told you about Malfoy-"

"And many other things, to be frank." Bdubs smiles wryly. "I'll see you at breakfast."

Bdubs walks away, pace hurried. Etho watches him go.

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Notes:

I wish I could type one more line saying Etho follows, but then...I think about the their Life Series as a whole, then decides, probably not. What do you think? Would Etho follow? By the way, this is right before Draco opened the cabinet, so Bdubs going into the Room of Requirement means. Well. But you could come up with you own interpretation, since I didn't specify in this tiny fic.

Also, a few details I want to share:

Etho has Selywn as surname here, because halfway through writing this, I had the sudden idea of he being a pureblood, and Selywn is one of the sacred twenty-eight if I'm not mistaken. And he's a Slytherin, for sure.

Bdubs is a muggleborn Griffindor. He and Etho are very good friends despite being in different houses and their blood status, and they are in their seventh grade here, meaning they are one year older than Harry.

Okay. Yeah that's it, I think.

#hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft #ethubs #hermitshipping #bdubs #ethoslab #harry potter au

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princesstillyenna · 7 months

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Anonify the already anon: Hope you’re feeling better *hugs*

GC q(s), if they aren’t too spoilerly:

Are there any members who aren’t currently together that you believe are end game?

Is sweet bby Spence like Tbear where he’ll find his person outside of the GC?

Will Matty find his own nesting partner?

Thanks for the question Anon. I had to uh, not answer it as an ask because I wanted to delete part of it.... :D because it WAS spoilery. Maybe. idk... I. D. K it for sure alluded to a pairing that I haven't confirmed in the GCU yet... but which I might confirm in the next chapter. So, a huge part of the answer here comes down to I DON'T PLAN THIS SHIT. Like, I really really don't. If you go back and read the GC tumblr posts you can see me at the start being like "This is never ever ever going to have mattdrai in it because it is NOT a mattdrai world" and then those fuckers just fucking DID THAT TO ME Jeff and Eric were supposed to be endgame and then REAL LIFE ERIC STAAL RUINED MY PLANS which isn't even the most homophobic thing he's ever done. So I try not to be like "this person is gonna be endgame with this person" because I just can't. They will ruin it for me, I know they will. I'm trying to think if there are any pairings that it could be, and honestly, I don't think there are. We're getting progress on Clouder's romantic life in the next chapter though, I've written loads of that :D I'm a huge fan of sweet baby spence kind of, sorting himself out before he looks outwards, and so is he. He is hundo P in his healing era right now and WE STAN OK. WE FUCKING STAN. BUT... there is progress for sweet baby spence (that's his name now I don't make the rules) which I will share in terms of a snippet at the end here. Also, Matty isn't LOOKING for a nesting partner rn, because he lives with Spencer. And he likes living with Spencer and he likes that Spencer has someone to live with. It's important for both of them. If we could sit Matthew down and explain to him that romantic relationships and platonic relationships actually can function pretty much the same he'd probably realise that right now, as he is, spencer is his nesting partner and he doesn't think he's his FOREVER nesting partner, but he is for sure his right now nesting partner.

Ok, have a little snippet of our two favourite fanfic nerds chatting about writing fanfic:

Makar: But for sure if you need me to have a look over stuff, send it to me! I’m not super good at grammar and things but I can have a look.

Makar: What pairing is it?

Knighter: Oh. It’s gen.

Makar: AH AH HA HA HA HA look at me, so obsessed with shipping my teammates with each other that for a moment I lived in a world where gen fic didn’t exist.

Makar: Is it about you?

Knighter: Uh no. It’s about Sid? Which, omg feels so weird to say. Like, I’ve never spoken to him, I think he’d hate me for it.

Makar: I feel he’d mind less about gen fic than slash stuff, it’s just the slash stuff with geno that upsets him

Makar: But don’t feel bad about writing about people we know lol

Makar: I’ve literally written fic about my boyfriend railing his best friend sooooooooo

Knighter: OMG does he KNOW?

Makar: Yup.

Knighter: Can I be you when I grow up?

#group chat shit #tilly writes #gcu #snippet

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 8 months

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I AM INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!!!

@insanityexistsalone you asked to be tagged baby!! @the-kneesbees you said you were interested-

Lemme tell you something-

Tim. Dallas. Sylvia. The cheating scandal. I’ve got a ton of thoughts but I’ve gotta clarify some stuff first.

I’m gonna be talking about True Canon, Sophie Canon, and Dillo Canon and I intend to make it very clear which is which, but y’know, don’t hate on me if I say something you don’t agree with. I’m just a dude running a blog, okay? If you don’t like it, you don’t gotta stick around, this is all just for fun and all interpretations.

I’ve got a lot to say so it’s going under a cut- sorry about that folks-

So! Let’s start with True Canon!

As far as I remember, cause I don’t have my book in hand at the moment, Dallas says that Sylvia’s been two-timing him while he’s in jail and that’s why they called things off. True Canon!Sylvia has a history of running around on Dallas and flirting with other people, for example Johnny. At the same time, True Canon!Tim is True Canon!Dally’s fre-enemy. Dal slashed his tires, Tim still visited him in the hospital.

As far as True Canon goes, as far as I remember True Canon to go, it never explicitly says who Sylvia was doing the two-timing with. Just that Sylvia was messing around while Dally was locked up. And that’s True Canon. Simple enough.

(Again this is all from memory but if I’m wrong, someone please correct me, please, I’m not joking-)

Now! Let me introduce you to Sophie Canon.

Written by my wonderful friend @sophie-i-guess13, Sophie has an extensive take on the inner workings between Sylvia, Dallas, and Tim. I’ve spent countless hours talking with her about how the three of them work, their history, their future. We’ve talked. A lot. And that’s not to say that I impacted Sophie Canon, she came up with almost everything and I cheered her on and fooled around with her ideas like they were my personal dolls

(I highly recommend reading everything she’s ever written I love all her pieces and she’s got a lovely writing style that I would kill for, check her out here and on her AO3, I’m not even joking, her works changed my whole outlook on the fandom)

But in Sophie Canon, Sylvia and Dallas have one of those on-again, off-again relationships where they break up every other week. Sylvia and Tim are also childhood friends. There’s break offs and AUs that she’s made too so that sorta changes thing, but at the baseline, Dallas and Sylvia are a problematic relationship and Tim and Sylvia always end up as an endgame relationship, no matter if it’s platonic or romantic.

In Sophie Canon, as far as I can remember, Sylvia never really cheats. Dallas’ is just very jealous and Sylvia knows that she gets attention from him if she flirts a little with other guys.

Sophie canon has greatly impacted and formed my opinion on this matter and is a big contributor to Dillo Canon.

Dillo Canon is exactly what it sounds like. My canon.

In Dillo Canon, Sylvia never cheated. Sylvia never cheated. Sylvia Never Cheated. SYLVIA NEVER CHEATED. And she definitely never did it with Tim.

In Dillo Canon, Sylvia and Tim and Dallas grew up together. They were buddies and Sylv and Dal did their off and on dating thing as they grew up and Sylv and Tim were friends long before Dal rolled into town and stayed friends long after he died.

Dal was jealous of the close bond Tim and Sylvia had and often accused them of having feelings for each other, even when Dal and Sylv were dating. He’s an insecure hood who’s had a rough life and a tough time with relationships, alright? No one said he was perfect.

So honestly? Here’s how it went down in Dillo Canon.

Dal came home from his stay in the pen, found Sylvia staying at Tim’s because she’s got shitty parents, just like everyone else, and Dal thought something was going on between them. So they broke up, Dal took his ring back, and that was that. They would’ve gotten back together within the next week or two because they always end up together again, no matter what either of them say <3

So….yeah!

That’s what I have to say about that!

If anyone wants an elaboration on anything, feel free to ask, I can talk lore all day long-

#dillo’s replies #the kneesbees #insanityexistsalone #dally anon

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theharrowing · 2 years

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The Magic Shop

Namjoon & his husband Taehyung visit The Magic Shop, an exclusive swingers club. There they meet a beautiful couple that likes to engage in the same kind of play, and they decide to swap for the night.

❣️ Namjoon x Jimin + side Taehyung x Jungkook (established Namjoon x Taehyung + Jimin x Jungkook)

❣️ word count: 15.7k

❣️ partner swap, platonic sex, light bdsm, poly, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

❣️ notes & warnings: top/dom Jimin (and Taehyung), bottom/sub Namjoon (and Jungkook) swingers club! daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, (rough) blow job, face fucking, cum swallowing, impact play (paddling, flogging, spanking), ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, healthy communication, safe words, these boys are very good at their feelings.

❣️ written for the Bottom Joon Fest!

❣️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin

❣️ posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

The bass of loud music can be heard from the sidewalk where Namjoon and his husband Taehyung stand, and it pulses through Namjoon, filling him with anticipation and, if he's being honest, a lot of anxiety. Taehyung suggested they come to The Magic Shop to spice things up and meet other like-minded couples, and although Namjoon was into the idea in theory, standing here, in front of the place has a mess of emotions swirling around in his tummy.

Both Namjoon and Taehyung wear black satin modern hanboks—Namjoon's with light blue flowers and accents along the hems, and Taehyung's with gold dragons and flowers, with gold accents along the hems. They also wear black lace over their eyes, with cutouts to see through, partially concealing their identity, as required to get into the club, and around Namjoon's neck is a simple black leather dog collar with no tags.

Namjoon's dark brown hair is parted on the side and hangs over one eye, and Taehyung's loose dark waves nearly cover his eyes better than his lace mask. Namjoon searches Taehyung's face for any hint of nervousness, and Taehyung smiles softly back, reaching for Namjoon's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Admission to a club like this takes weeks of screening and vetting to ensure each party is tested. It also takes a hefty sum of money, which Taehyung has already taken care of, and although Namjoon knows he wouldn't be upset if they turned around and backed out, he doesn't like to waste his husband's time, money, or efforts.

"Are you ready, baby?" Taehyung asks softly, dulcet voice soothing Namjoon ever so slightly.

Namjoon chuckles softly and shakes his head. "I'm not sure I'll ever be ready," his equally deep voice rasps, "so let's just dive in and see what happens."

Taehyung gives Namjoon's hand a squeeze, and he leads the way up a small set of stairs and through two large black doors. Though the outside of The Magic Shop is plain and unassuming, the moment they step inside, they're greeted by crushed velvet carpeting and blue accent lights.

A security guard pats them down, and then Taehyung mutters to a man behind a glass panel and slides his and Namjoon's ID cards and their cellphones to the man. The man taps a few buttons and slides the cards back. Their phones are kept in a locker.

"Right this way, gentlemen," the man says, exiting his booth and unclasping a red velvet rope, allowing them access to a short dark hallway.

The rules of the club are simple:

Keep the mask on at all times while in public spaces

Take any sexual activity down into an assigned private room

Be respectful of others (no fighting, unsafe sexual practices, etc.)

There are other rules, but those are the most important ones, which Namjoon thinks about on repeat. He isn't worried about rule number three because he is always respectful of others, but rule number two flickers around his mind like a bright neon sign. The prospect of finding someone else and taking them into a private room is exciting and terrifying, and he has no idea if that's something he'll actually be able to bring himself to do.

"Just keep an open mind," Taehyung says as they reach another set of large black doors. "But no pressure, okay? If nothing comes of this night, it will still be a win because we gave it a shot."

Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat and nods, humming in agreement. Taehyung is always so thoughtful and measured, and Namjoon's heart pounds hard with both anticipation for what could come, and with affection for his husband.

As soon as Taehyung pushes the large black door open, they're hit by sexy downtempo music. The Magic Shop opens to a swanky-looking club. Blue, gold and purple lights accent various areas, including a dance floor off to the left, a seating and lounge area in the center, and a bar to the right. Straight ahead, on the far wall, are another set of large black doors, through which must be where the private rooms are, Namjoon surmises.

Couples, singles and small groups mill about, some dancing, some lounging, and others looking as aimless as one can look with their eyes obstructed. Namjoon feels nervous about the prospect of approaching anyone, and he hovers in the doorway until Taehyung gently takes him by the arm and tugs him toward the bar.

"Let's get a drink to loosen us up and see if anyone catches our eye?" Taehyung suggests softly.

"S-sure," Namjoon responds.

They approach the bar, which is lit in a purple glow, and find two tall stools to sit on that are surrounded by more empty stools. Soft black material upholsters the seats—pretty much everything in the building, including everyone's attire, is black with silver accents—and Namjoon glances around at the array of bottles behind the bar.

Taehyung leans forward and mutters to the bartender, who nods and turns to grab their drinks. Namjoon doesn't need to hear the order to know two glasses of neat whiskey are on their way, though he never knows which brand to expect. Taehyung has more of a taste for things like this; Namjoon is fine with the ones Taehyung claims taste like motor oil.

"I'm a man of simple tastes," Namjoon joked when Taehyung first scrunched his nose at Namjoon's whiskey pick in the early weeks of their relationship.

"Simply reprehensible," Taehyung responded with raised eyebrows. "But you're cute, so I'll keep you."

Namjoon and Taehyung are both professors at the same college—Taehyung being the typical fine arts professor with eclectic but sometimes expensive tastes, and Namjoon being the literary professor who sometimes uses stacks of books as surfaces on which to place other items. Both with closets full of earth tones.

Taehyung was a mesmerizing force from day one, and whenever their paths crossed, it turned Namjoon into a stuttering mess with absolutely no ability to process comprehensive thought—an impressive feat for a man who teaches the art of the written language.

It was at a staff party where Taehyung introduced himself and grinned through Namjoon's attempts to hold a conversation despite being totally awestruck by the beautiful man. Despite everything, Taehyung convinced Namjoon to go back to his apartment, and they've been inseparable since.

It's not that Taehyung controls everything in the relationship, but he's very outgoing and straightforward, and he tends to thrill-seek where Namjoon just wouldn't think to do half the things Taehyung comes up with. Which is how they wound up at a swinger's club, looking for another couple to fuck.

Their relationship isn't in need of spice; in fact, romantically and sexually, they have a very tight bond and are very satisfied with one another. At least, Namjoon is, and he believes Taehyung when he says he is. But they both reason that it's because of their satisfaction and closeness that inviting a couple to play for a night will work so well.

There's a part of Namjoon that worries that seeing Taehyung with another man may spike some sort of jealous feelings, but he doesn't have reason to believe Taehyung would ever leave him, so when the suggestion came to him, he agreed to go with the flow, knowing that he could back out and they would go home at any time if he needed to. Namjoon can admit that some part of him enjoys the idea of letting another person make him beg for the night.

The bartender sets two glasses of neat whiskey down, and both Namjoon and Taehyung pick up their drinks, angling their bodies toward one another.

"To new experiences, my love," Taehyung says, and they tap their glasses together.

Even through the lace of the mask, Namjoon can see a warmth in Taehyung's eyes that makes his heart pound and his nerves calm. Taehyung smiles sweetly at Namjoon before taking a sip of his drink, and Namjoon smiles back, bringing the glass to his lips. Whatever this whiskey is, it's smooth with a hint of smokiness and most certainly expensive.

"You're nervous," Taehyung says softly. He leans close and places a hand on Namjoon's knee, and the warmth kindles a fire inside him that radiates calm admiration throughout him.

"I am," Namjoon admits, glancing between his drink and his husband. He turns to look out into the club, at the figures in black going about their business, then turns back to Taehyung. "But I'm also excited. I wonder if there's another couple here like—like us."

Taehyung prefers to top, and Namjoon prefers to bottom, but more than that, Taehyung likes to dominate, and Namjoon likes to submit. They switch from time to time, but the dynamic is never as smooth and satisfying as it is when Namjoon is at Taehyung's mercy, and Taehyung is reading Namjoon's every sound and expression to give him precisely what he needs.

Namjoon does wonder how it will work with someone else. Of course, he's had sex with others in the past, and he has allowed some of them to be a little more dominant in the bedroom, but nobody has ever taken it as far as Taehyung, nor has anyone made him feel so safe to let go and experience subspace. He wonders if a chance encounter tonight would even allow for something like that, or if it will be more of a simple encounter with a couple, with sex on the vanilla side. Namjoon thinks it would be fine if that were the case.

"Of course there are, baby," Taehyung responds softly, giving Namjoon's knee a gentle squeeze. "The collar should indicate to other dom and sub couples that we have that dynamic, if that's something we're comfortable with. If not, we can just get vanilla fucked like two horny, nervous teenagers and go on our merry way."

Namjoon can't help but chuckle as he takes another sip of his whiskey. He still can't quite wrap his head around the situation, and Taehyung's candor is both disarming and somehow grounding.

"They have dungeon rooms, so if nothing else, I can just take you down into one of those and turn you into a whimpering mess on my own," Taehyung continues. Although he can't see it, he knows Taehyung has raised an eyebrow to match his smirk.

Namjoon pulls a nervous grin but admits to himself that the idea of being tied and whipped in some strange room does excite him. Sure they have plenty of floggers, crops, and paddles at home, but the unfamiliarity of the space and of the toys might add to the excitement. Maybe Taehyung will want to role play and really send Namjoon reeling right out of his mind.

A couple approaches the bar and sits beside Taehyung. They smile and wave to Namjoon, and Taehyung turns in his seat to face the bar as if to allow the couple to talk to them if they'd like to, but they seem to have their sights set on getting a drink and don't make conversation.

One of the men is tall and willowy with a beautiful heart-shaped smile, and the other is shorter and pale with large, knotty hands. Namjoon considers those hands on his skin, marking him and making him whine, while Taehyung pushes sweet moans from the heart lips.

Namjoon's heart pounds as he considers the possibility that these men may show interest in them, and he swallows hard, feeling his adam's apple tug on the collar around his neck. Taehyung dances his fingers over his glass, and Namjoon can tell by how he worries his bottom lip that he's considering greeting them.

But then a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders approaches and pulls the taller of the two into a hug, and they all turn away and chatter amongst themselves. The next breath Namjoon lets out is a bit of a relieved sigh, though he does find his mind wandering back to those pale hands.

Taehyung turns closer to Namjoon and sends him a soft smile, and for the first time tonight, Namjoon can tell Taehyung is nervous. Perhaps the prospect of speaking to another couple actually made his heart race a little. Namjoon bites his bottom lip; he finds it cute.

"What are your expectations for tonight?" Taehyung asks softly, and Namjoon's entire brain turns to static at the idea that he might have expectations.

"I don't know," Namjoon mutters. "I mean, I guess it would depend on who—if anyone—"

Namjoon trails off, and Taehyung nods. "You're right; I suppose we should wait in case we meet someone. Should we finish this drink and move? Go to the dance floor?"

Dancing—albeit not Namjoon's favorite pastime—sounds like a good way to relieve some of his tension, and he nods and drinks back the rest of his whiskey and sets his glass away from him at the bar. Taehyung does the same, and when the bartender approaches, Taehyung nods and says, "Two more, please."

When the bartender returns with their drinks, Namjoon and Taehyung take their glasses and spin away from the bar, and make their way to the other side of the club. More people are starting to fill the place, but there's still a lot of open area, making the whole ordeal feel far less intimidating; Namjoon expected it to be packed like a normal nightclub, full of feral strangers ready to pounce.

The lounge area in the center of the club has a variety of seating, smaller chairs for individuals and some larger, rounded sofas that are big enough for groups. Namjoon's eyes pass over people there, watching them chat and flirt, and he wonders if he has it in him to flirt—does he remember how?

As they approach the dance floor, Taehyung reaches for Namjoon's wrist and tugs him along to a spot near the edge of the space. Taehyung pulls Namjoon close and lazily drapes his arms over his shoulders, smiling as Namjoon grabs one of his hips and anchors his wrist against the other, balancing his glass between his fingers.

"How are you, my love?" Taehyung asks with a sweet, rectangular grin.

"Good," Namjoon mutters, smiling to show Taehyung that he means it. "Still a little nervous, but the vibe of this place is far less overwhelming than I expected."

Taehyung pulls Namjoon closer and says, "Don't worry, baby, if I have it my way, you'll be nice and overwhelmed tonight."

Namjoon's breath hitches, and he doesn't miss Taehyung's low, quiet chuckle. He pulls his drink to his lips while his other hand holds onto Taehyung's hip, and Taehyung begins to sway and grind his body to the music, dragging Namjoon along with him.

"We could always role play," Taehyung says in Namjoon's ear. "We meet for the first time. Two sexy professors desperate to teach one another a lesson."

Namjoon's eyes scan the room as Taehyung continues to talk, landing on a couple who are standing off to the side against a far wall, between the lounge area and the dance floor, looking in his direction.

"Perhaps we're not professors at all," Taehyung continues, "but a traveling artist and poet who meet and spend one steamy night making each other feel less lonely."

Namjoon hums and grinds his hips to the rhythm as his husband leads. He likes the idea of role playing in a place like this with sex and intrigue in the air and imagines Taehyung's assertive style of flirting—imagines getting cornered by Taehyung and watching a smug grin tug at his lips. Even now, he feels somewhat light-headed by the whiskey but, more than anything, by Taehyung.

Against the far wall, the couple continues to look toward Namjoon, and he can't help but watch them. One of them stands with his arms crossed over his chest, and his wavy silver hair hangs over his forehead, covering one eye, while the other man—a little taller—has his hands laced together in front of him. His hair is long and dark brown and hangs around his face in waves, and Namjoon thinks he can spot a collar around his neck.

"I think we're being watched," Namjoon mutters, pulling his drink to his lips.

"That so?" Taehyung responds, voice laced with intrigue.

Taehyung slams half of his glass of whiskey back and grins at Namjoon as his empty hand snakes through Namjoon's hair, gathers some in a fist and gives it a tug. It hurts just enough to send a jolt of arousal straight to Namjoon's cock and make him wince, and Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek.

"Do you like that, baby?" Taehyung taunts. "Do you like it when others watch us?"

Namjoon nods, and Taehyung tugs Namjoon's head back, making the pull hurt more—making Namjoon's cock begin to stiffen just a little faster.

"Use your words, baby."

"Y-yes, sir," Namjoon mutters, looking down his nose at Taehyung, who holds his head back at an angle. "I like it when others watch us."

Taehyung releases Namjoon's hair and says, "Then drink up, baby; let's put on a show."

Namjoon and Taehyung finish their drinks, and Taehyung takes the empty glasses and sets them on a nearby table while Namjoon stands in place, lacing his hands together in front of him the way the taller of the two men across the room stands. He's not certain that they're watching him, but he feels like they must be; there's no one else in their path, and nobody else is in the direct vicinity.

Taehyung returns and drapes his arms over Namjoon's hips, standing behind him with his chin on his shoulder. "Those two?" he asks, and Namjoon hums.

The shorter of the two with the silver hair cocks his head to the side, and Namjoon feels a hand snake up to his throat, gently grabbing and pulling him back, pressing him against Taehyung's chest. Taehyung grips Namjoon's throat and grinds his cock against his ass, and Namjoon fights his eyelids from fluttering closed at the sensation and groans.

Through the layers of satin, Namjoon can feel every inch of Taehyung's cock, mentally mapping it out; he wants it badly. But maybe he also wants the cock of the silver-haired man across the room. The more he considers it, the more his heart races.

There's something very domineering and assertive about the way the silver-haired man stands, despite being smaller than his dark-haired companion, and Namjoon wonders how much smaller the man is than him. He wonders if that man could put him in his place the way Taehyung can.

Taehyung's hands rove up and down Namjoon's body and grip tightly onto his hips, pressing in circles to the music, and Namjoon bends his knees and allows himself to be moved, grinding himself against Taehyung.

The silver-haired man appears to say something to the dark-haired man, and they share a glance, then push themselves off the wall and slowly walk over. Both men have a swish to their step—especially the silver-haired man—and Taehyung's fingers grip Namjoon's hips tighter as they approach.

"Well, well, well," Taehyung mutters softly, dulcet tones settling over Namjoon like a warm blanket.

The whiskey has had its chance to make Namjoon feel a very steady level of intoxication, and he vibrates with excitement as the men get closer. The gold lights make both men seem somehow even more angelic as they approach, and Namjoon intakes a deep breath as their features come more into view.

The silver-haired man has plump, pink lips that accentuate his round cheeks yet juxtapose his angular jaw. Though it's hard to clearly see his eyes, they appear sharp and mischievous. He wears a black satin shirt with a leather waist cincher belt that makes his shirt fan out like a short dress over tight black jeans, giving him a stunning hourglass shape.

Beside him, the dark-haired man has rounded features, a sharp cupid's bow, a jawline that could cut glass, and behind his mask, his eyes appear wide and curious. He also wears a black satin shirt with a leather harness that wraps around his waist and over his shoulders, with tight black jeans. This one wears a plain black collar around his neck and they both have black satin masks over their eyes.

Taehyung relents in leading Namjoon to grind into him, but Namjoon continues to move his hips in small circles as he eyes up the handsome strangers. Instead, Taehyung rests his chin on Namjoon's shoulder and lazily wraps his arms around his waist. The silver-haired man is shorter than Namjoon and smaller in build, and Namjoon's mind swims with intrigue and possibility with this detail confirmed.

"Bunny," the silver-haired man says in a sweet yet stern voice, eyes trained on Namjoon, "do you think they want to play?"

The dark-haired man cocks his head and holds firm eye contact with Namjoon. Namjoon can't decide which man to look at and lets his gaze drift between the two. "I think so, daddy," he responds in an equally sweet, somewhat uncertain voice.

"Is this true, Joonie?" Taehyung asks, turning his head to graze his lips against Namjoon's neck, just under his ear. "Would you like to play with them?"

Namjoon's eyes land on the silver-haired man as he says, "Yes, sir," and the man's eyes seem to widen as he smiles.

"Jimin," the silver-haired man says, holding out his hand at an angle as if intended for Taehyung.

Taehyung reaches and takes Jimin's hand, engulfing his small fingers in his grasp and says, "Taehyung. Nice to meet you, pretty."

"Let us buy you a drink?" Jimin offers.

Taehyung slowly releases Jimin's hand and says, "We would love that."

Jimin holds his hand out to Namjoon and asks Taehyung, "May I?"

"Please," Taehyung says with a lilt of desire in his voice. He unwraps his arms from Namjoon and takes a step back, and Namjoon lifts his hand to Jimin. Jimin's hand is so small, but he firmly takes Namjoon's hand in his and smirks, sending a shiver down Namjoon's spine and straight to his cock.

"Come along, Joonie," Jimin says, and Namjoon, in a show of observant obedience, responds, "Yes, daddy."

Jimin gasps dramatically and turns to Taehyung with a wide grin. "Oh, he's a good boy, isn't he?"

"He is," Taehyung responds proudly. "And you, Bunny, are you a good boy too?"

"Yes, sir," the dark-haired man mutters sweetly. Namjoon turns to watch Bunny take Taehyung's hand, and as he smiles shyly, Namjoon can see why he has that nickname. The man's two front teeth stick out just a bit—enough to make him look like a sweet little rabbit.

Jimin tugs Namjoon along toward the bar but stops in front of a large rounded sofa and says, "Sit here and wait for me, Joonie."

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says as he lets go of Jimin's hand and walks to the vacant seat.

"Join him," Taehyung says. "Feel free to chit chat and get to know one another."

"Yes, sir," Bunny mutters and joins Namjoon, sitting to his right.

Namjoon relaxes into the large black rounded sofa and turns to look at Bunny. "Should we keep the nicknames or introduce ourselves properly?"

Bunny clears his throat and turns to face Namjoon, with one knee bent on the sofa. "I'm Jeongguk."

"Nice to meet you, Jeongguk. I'm Namjoon."

"Ah, Namjoon. Joonie. Cute."

Namjoon feels his cheeks blush and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, and he turns to the bar to find Taehyung and Jimin lost in conversation while waiting for drinks.

"Do you and Taehyung come here often?" Jeongguk asks.

Namjoon clears his throat and turns back to Jeongguk. "No, this is our first time. How about you and Jimin?"

Jeongguk smiles and ducks his head as if he's shy. "We've been here before. But it tends t-to be disappointing."

"Disappointing?" Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk hums. He's so soft-spoken that Namjoon finds himself leaning toward him. "Of course, plenty of people like us b-but, sometimes men who are here searching for a submissive are too aggressive."

"Oh."

"We watched you and Taehyung," Jeongguk continues, "and Jimin likes how he treats you. He's attentive and firm but doesn't seem too rough."

Namjoon gives Jeongguk his most reassuring smile and says, "You're in good hands with Taehyung. He can be rough if that's what you like, but he's very attentive and careful."

"H-how long have you been with him?"

"Together for six years, married for four," Namjoon responds without giving it a moment of thought.

Jeongguk's mouth falls open. "Oh, m-married. Wow."

"How about you and Jimin?"

"Together for th-three. But we were best friends for years."

Namjoon finds that heartwarming and smiles wide. He's curious to know more about Jeongguk and Jimin, such as what kinds of kinks they explore together and how they decided to come to a place like The Magic Shop and seek others, but Taehyung and Jimin return, chatting amongst each other and pulling Namjoon's attention.

Jimin sits beside Namjoon, and Taehyung walks past Jeongguk to sit beside him. Jimin continues to giggle about something Taehyung said prior to their arrival, nearly toppling over, but he manages to keep the drinks he holds in both hands still, and when he's steady and breathing through his laughter dramatically as if willing himself to stop, he hands a glass to Namjoon.

"Taehyung has great taste," Jimin says, attitude changing back to something more flirtatious as he fixes an intense stare into Namjoon's eyes. From this close, Namjoon can see that Jimin has a dusting of dark eyeshadow around his eyes, making his pretty features stand out even more.

"I agree, daddy," Namjoon responds as he takes the glass.

"Did you and Joonie get to know each other?" Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk mutters, "A little bit, sir."

The four of them chat, and although they have all agreed to drop honorifics, Namjoon and Jeongguk continue calling Taehyung sir and Jimin daddy. Namjoon learns that Jimin is a professional dancer and dance coach, and Jeongguk owns and operates a gym nearby. Jeongguk is the youngest—two years younger than Jimin and Taehyung, who are only a few months apart—and Namjoon is older than Jimin and Taehyung by a year.

They discuss kinks and limits, and since Jeongguk has had less than stellar experiences with other couples being too aggressive, they discuss boundaries at length to ensure Jeongguk feels comfortable. The gravity of the situation has Namjoon feel anxious but excited, and as he sips his whiskey, he tries not to let his smile give him away too much.

Once they finish their drinks, they decide to head to the back of the club toward the set of large black doors to be assigned a private room. They still want to warm up to one another before agreeing to do anything, but they don't want to be touchy out in the open, which Namjoon is relieved by.

Jimin leads the way, tugging Namjoon along, and Namjoon glances over his shoulder to see Taehyung and Jeongguk walking arm in arm. He smiles to himself about how they happened to be paired off—Taehyung and Jeongguk are about the same height and build, but Namjoon is the tallest, and Jimin is the shortest.

Once Jimin opens the door, they're greeted by an older man in a suit who asks a few questions and assigns them a room. Jimin mutters about "all the bells and whistles, but nothing too intimidating," and then they're led down a long, wide corridor lined with large wooden doors, before coming to one near the end of the hall.

"Is this to your liking?" the man asks, punching a password into a keypad and opening the door. Namjoon intakes a sharp breath at the sight of the room.

Two beds sit side to side, several feet apart. The one to the right is about a foot away from the side wall, and they both have wrist and ankle straps resting atop silky blankets. They're medium-sized beds, each big enough for two to enjoy without taking up too much space in the room, and hanging from the wall at the head of both beds are several impact play toys.

There are also dildos and anal plugs of all shapes, sizes and colors and an array of other toys and accessories below them, on a shelf between the beds. Along the far wall is a bar, and everything in the room is lined with purple and blue lights, giving a nice glow to an otherwise dark room. There is also an ensuite bathroom at the far end, and the man says it’s equipped with a shower and bathtub.

"I like it," Jimin responds. "Tae, baby, what do you think?"

Taehyung looks over Namjoon's shoulder and says, "It's perfect," and Namjoon turns to catch a glimmer of excitement in Taehyung's dark, beautiful eyes.

As soon as the door closes behind the four of them, Jimin drops Namjoon's hand and steps to the side. He holds out a hand toward the beds, inviting Namjoon to sit on the edge of one, and Namjoon does just that. Jeongguk joins Namjoon, and Taehyung watches Jimin for instructions, standing beside him.

"I think they should warm up with a little hand-holding and a kiss," Jimin says, and Taehyung looks at Namjoon and Jeongguk with a smile slowly forming on his face.

Namjoon suddenly feels nervous, and he turns to his left to Jeongguk and holds out his hands. Slowly, Jeongguk takes Namjoon's hands and scoots closer until their legs are nearly touching.

"Are you comfortable, Bunny?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes, Joonie," Jeongguk mutters, looking Namjoon in the eyes.

"Good. Can I kiss you?"

Jeongguk licks his lips and smiles. "I would like that," he says.

Namjoon turns his body as best as he can and leans in, almost close enough to touch Jeongguk's lips, and Jeongguk closes the gap and presses their mouths together. Excitement bursts through Namjoon at the soft, unfamiliar feeling of another man's kiss, and he gently sucks on Jeongguk's bottom lip, smiling when Jeongguk lets out a soft whimper.

Kissing Jeongguk is like standing in a field of flowers. Everything is light, breezy, and gentle. Calm. Jeongguk even has a faint floral and musky scent that Namjoon can't help but inhale. Their mouths move together slowly, and Namjoon licks over Jeongguk's lips, smiling softly when he lets his mouth fall open with a gasp for Namjoon to explore.

"Look at our boys," Jimin says proudly. "So pretty."

"So pretty, indeed," Taehyung adds. "Your Bunny is such a visual."

Namjoon gently grabs Jeongguk by the back of the head and opens his eyes as their kiss breaks. Jeongguk opens his eyes, and there's a fire burning in his gaze that fills Namjoon with desire. Taehyung is going to love him.

"He is," Jimin continues. "I think the two of you will get along nicely."

"I'm sure we will. Bunny, darling, may I join you?"

Jeongguk's eyes widen behind his mask, and he smiles and nods, though his eyes are still on Namjoon. Namjoon releases his hand from Jeongguk but doesn't move away, and he watches as Taehyung takes a seat on the other side of Jeongguk.

Taehyung's eyes are on Namjoon, and he runs a hand through Jeongguk's wavy dark hair. "Joonie, baby, are you comfortable?"

Namjoon's heart is pounding, and he is still quite nervous, but he feels good and watching his husband touch Jeongguk, even as gently and innocuously as he is, fills Namjoon with excitement and arousal.

"Yes, sir," Namjoon responds, giving Taehyung a sweet smile. "I feel great."

"May I join you, Joonie?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon turns to see Jimin standing with his hands clasped in front of him, smiling sweetly.

"Please, daddy," Namjoon responds and shifts his body to face the space beside him as Jimin approaches and sits. Jimin wraps one arm around Namjoon's lower back and reaches to grab one of his hands with the other, and although Namjoon has to look at a somewhat downward angle at him, Jimin's presence feels huge.

"While discussing the various kinks we're comfortable with exploring with the two of you, we both decided it would be best that we do the same types of things with you two at the same time, so nobody feels left out of one thing or another," Jimin says. "With the discussion of boundaries, it seems we're all on the same page, and that the plan Tae and I made will be a good one."

"However, you two have full control of the scene," Taehyung interjects. "If you want something to stop, then it will stop. It seems we both have similar approaches to what we like to do as dominants, and we are both confident that this pairing will work well, but please communicate with us. We're here for you; your pleasure brings us pleasure. We can switch partners or stop at any time you need."

"We really cannot stress how happy we both are to accommodate your needs," Jimin adds. "Joonie and Bunny, are we understood?"

Namjoon and Jeongguk respond, "Yes, daddy," together, and Jimin rubs a hand up Namjoon's back.

"Stoplight safe words work for us if they work for you," Jimin states.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says, eyes falling from Jimin's eyes to his lips. Jimin grins.

"Stoplight works for me, sir," Jeongguk says.

"Wonderful," Taehyung responds. Namjoon feels a shift beside him and turns to see Taehyung stand and hold his hand out to Jeongguk. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds and takes Taehyung's hand. He stands, and they walk to the other bed, toward the center of the room.

"Strip for me and sit on the edge of the bed," Taehyung commands, and Jeongguk responds, "Yes, sir."

Namjoon wants to watch them, but Jimin is beside him, and he can't help but stare at the pretty man. Jimin stands and straddles Namjoon's hips with a giggle as he wraps his arms around Namjoon's shoulders. Namjoon instinctively puts his arms around Jimin's waist, and he smiles up at him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, aren't we, big boy?" Jimin sing-songs, tugging his plump bottom lip between his teeth. Namjoon can't help but watch the movement and wet his own lips.

"I believe we will, daddy," Namjoon responds.

"Grab my ass," Jimin instructs under his breath, and Namjoon sides his hands down over Jimin's ass. "So obedient and so handsome. Your husband is a lucky man, Joonie. And just look at him, with my Bunny."

Jimin slides his hands from Namjoon's shoulders to the sides of his head and turns his face to watch Taehyung standing over Jeongguk, who sits on the edge of the bed with his back to them, nude except for the satin around his eyes, the harness around his torso and the collar around his neck. Jeongguk is muscular, and one of his arms and shoulders is covered in tattoos which Namjoon would like a closer look at.

Taehyung bends forward and pulls Jeongguk into a kiss, smiling as he holds the boy by the hair. Jeongguk's arms are at his sides, and he whimpers into Taehyung's mouth. The visual does something to Namjoon. Most notably, he does not feel jealous. In fact, he wants to see more.

"Like what you see, baby boy?" Jimin purrs in Namjoon's ear.

Everything floods Namjoon's senses at once. The soft floral and citrus scent of Jimin's perfume, paired with the weight of Jimin's body on his lap and his warm, soft hands on the side of his face. And Taehyung—handsome, sweet Taehyung who has been Namjoon's sun and stars for six years—gently kissing another man who sits nude and trusts him despite only just meeting. It's a lot.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon mutters.

"Do you like the way Taehyung touches Bunny?"

Taehyung's gaze lifts from Jeongguk, and he looks at Namjoon. A soft but playful smile tugs on Taehyung's lips, making Namjoon's heart beat impossibly harder.

"Yes," Namjoon says, keeping his eyes on Taehyung. "I do like the way Taehyung touches Bunny, daddy."

Jimin loosens his hold on Namjoon's face, and Namjoon turns to him as he asks, "May I undress you?"

"Please, daddy," Namjoon responds, so soft it's almost a whisper.

"And kiss you?" Jimin adds with a smirk.

"No need to ask, daddy," Namjoon responds. "Touch me as you please."

Somehow Namjoon had been so wrapped up in the emotions of this new experience that he had forgotten it was an exchange that was inherently sexual. Jimin grinds his hips down over Namjoon's half-hard cock, reminding him just what they're there for, and the pressure of Jimin's body and the feeling of his hard length brushing over Namjoon sends a wave of pleasure through him.

Namjoon gasps and a small whimper leaves his lips, and he watches as Jimin's smirk blooms into a grin. Jimin's fingers trail down Namjoon's chest to the satin cord that holds his top shut, and he tugs on it, untying the bow it's in, allowing the fabric to fall open.

Jimin's eyes widen behind his mask—a sight that makes the blood continue to rush straight to Namjoon's cock—as Namjoon's satin shirt falls open, revealing a sliver of his chest. Jimin gently takes the collar of the shirt and pushes it back, over his shoulders, and Namjoon shrugs the fabric away, lifting his arms from the sleeves with his eyes on Jimin, feeling the air harden his nipples.

"You are quite the visual, yourself, Joonie," Jimin purrs as he places his hands on Namjoon's shoulders and rubs them down over his pecs. "I knew you'd be muscular, but wow. You're like a greek god."

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon responds softly, feeling heat fill his cheeks.

Namjoon loves praise, but he doesn't want to show his cards too soon, so he tries to keep his face as even as he can. He wants to see what Jimin has in store for him rather than lead the experience in any way.

The heels of Jimin's hands rub over Namjoon's nipples in light circles, shooting a spark of arousal through Namjoon that makes him whimper. Jimin's eyes flicker with approval, and he rubs his hands down, teasing the hardened buds with his fingertips and pinching them between a thumb and forefinger, causing a shaky, pleased exhale to rock through Namjoon.

From his right, Taehyung whimpers, and Namjoon is reminded of where he is and who he is with, making him turn to find Jeongguk on his knees beside their bed with his mouth open wide while Taehyung slides his thick, beautiful cock into his mouth. The look of pleasure on his husband's face takes Namjoon's breath away, and he stares for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Jimin.

Although Jimin doesn't seem eager to scold Namjoon for getting distracted, Namjoon decides it might be smart to apologize. He wants Jimin to know that he’s a good boy.

"Sorry, daddy, I didn't mean to get distracted," Namjoon says sweetly.

Jimin's face brightens, and he stands from Namjoon's lap and bends forward, placing his hands on Namjoon's knees. "That's right, baby boy. Don't forget whose you are tonight."

"Yours, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, feeling his cock strain against his tight briefs."

"Why don't you get down on your knees and show me."

Namjoon's pulse quickens, and he feels a tremble in his hands as he grabs the edge of the mattress and scoots forward. He slides to the edge of the bed and straight down onto his knees, doing his best to keep his eyes on Jimin's face—on Jimin's pretty lips that Namjoon has yet to taste and on the dark, lidded eyes he wishes he could have a better view of.

Then Namjoon's gaze falters, and he looks at Jimin's cock. A rush of emotions flows through him, making the tremble in his hands all the more noticeable, and he swallows a lump in his throat. He's really going to suck a man's cock while his husband—whose cock is between the lips of another man—is in the same room.

When Namjoon looks back up, Jimin looks down toward his own cock and tilts his head to Namjoon, and Namjoon takes the cue and lifts his hands to the fly of Jimin's pants. Jimin nods, and Namjoon gently takes hold of the button and fly, undoing them and pulling the denim open.

Namjoon pushes his fingers over the waistline of Jimin's briefs, tugs them away from his skin and pulls down just enough to reveal his cock, and he gasps. Jimin's cock is thick and rosy-tipped and slick with precum, and it looks just as pretty as Namjoon imagines the rest of him looks.

"What are you thinking, baby boy?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon looks up to find Jimin's mouth tugged into a slight frown that—without a clear view of his eyes—Namjoon interprets as concern.

"I was thinking about how pretty your cock is, daddy," Namjoon responds with a sweet smile. "I was wondering what your cum might taste like and what kinds of noises you'd make while fucking my throat."

Jimin's mouth falls agape before he grins, and he reaches forward and grabs a handful of Namjoon's hair while pulling his briefs down under his balls. "Is that so, baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

"You like to have your throat fucked?"

"I do, daddy."

"Good," Jimin says, his tone turning darker with a hint of assertiveness. "Be a good boy and open that pretty mouth for me."

A chill runs through Namjoon, and he opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out. Jimin sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs Namjoon by the hair, lining his cock up with his lips.

"Taehyung, baby, wanna see your good boy take another man's cock?" Jimin asks in a breathy, sweet voice that gives Namjoon goosebumps.

Taehyung hums, though it sounds more like a moan, and Namjoon fights the urge to look at him, keeping his eyes on Jimin. "Yes, I would love to see that."

Slowly, Jimin places his cock on Namjoon's tongue and slides it into his mouth, and Namjoon keeps his mouth open and moans, tasting hints of heady, bitter precum. Jimin's pretty lips part, and he lets out a soft puff of air as he slides his cock out of Namjoon's mouth and back in.

"That's my good boy," Taehyung praises. "You look so handsome with Jimin's cock between your lips, baby."

Namjoon loves the way Jimin's cock feels—heavy and thick in his mouth—and loves the way he tastes. In addition to the feeling of having another man in his mouth, Taehyung's praise travels straight to Namjoon's cock, and he keeps his mouth open like a good boy, eager to please Jimin in any way he can.

"And your handsome baby even deep throats?" Jimin asks, voice sounding breathy.

Another moan comes from Taehyung before he responds, "He sure does."

"I want your hands to stay on your knees unless you need me to stop, then I want you to tap me on the leg, understood, baby?" Jimin asks, pulling his cock all the way out of Namjoon's mouth.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon all but whimpers, already keen to have Jimin fuck his face.

"Good boy," Jimin praises as he slides his cock back into Namjoon's mouth, pressing his hips forward until he's touching Namjoon's throat and Namjoon's nose is resting in his nicely trimmed pubic hair.

Namjoon breathes through his nose as best as he can, and Jimin slides his cock out, then pushes it back in, just as deep as before. Tears prickle the back of Namjoon's eyes, and he holds them open, trying to encourage them to come out despite wearing lace over his eyes.

"Yes, that's it, swallow my cum Bunny," Namjoon hears Taehyung whimper with a moan, and his cock strains against his briefs, desperate to be touched.

Jimin slides his cock from Namjoon's mouth and twists Namjoon’s head to the side, facing Taehyung and Jeongguk. "Just look at your husband," he says.

Taehyung's black satin hanbok top is open, revealing a strip of golden skin and hints of muscle, and he's holding onto Jeongguk's head while his cock is pressed firmly into his mouth, watching Jeongguk while he moans sweet, muffled sounds. Namjoon can imagine the taste of his husband's cum, and he feels a spark of envy that it's not his mouth being used.

"Aren't they a sight?" Jimin asks.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "Please fill my mouth with cum, too."

Taehyung's eyes widen and find Namjoon's gaze just as Jimin turns his head back to him. Jimin strokes the length of his cock and rubs it over Namjoon's lips.

"Aren’t you a needy little slut?" Jimin asks with a smirk.

"Yes, daddy. Your needy little slut."

"Open," Jimin commands, and Namjoon complies, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out.

Jimin slides his cock into Namjoon's throat a little rougher than before, and Namjoon breathes through the urge to gag, and swallows. Jimin grins and nods, then pulls out before pushing back in just as rough.

"Such a good little cockslut."

Taehyung's voice surprises Namjoon. "Bunny, would you like to watch your daddy fuck Joonie's throat?"

"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds, sounding a bit hoarser than before.

There's movement to Namjoon's right, but he doesn't dare take his eyes off Jimin, who begins to set a steady pace, fucking Namjoon's mouth. Namjoon does his best to breathe through it as drool pools under his tongue and drips from his mouth and down his chin.

"You're doing so good, baby boy," Jimin praises, and Namjoon struggles to hold back a smile—not that he necessarily could move his lips. "I'm going to pick up my pace and cum down that soft, perfect throat of yours. Remember to tap me if it's too rough."

Namjoon's mouth is already as relaxed as it can be, but he still attempts to relax it more. Anything to be a good boy for Jimin. Anything to show Taehyung and Jeongguk that he can take a cock like a fucking champ.

Jimin picks up his pace, fucking Namjoon's throat hard enough to work up thick strings of spit from the back of it. Namjoon does his best to swallow it down, gagging slightly once, though it doesn't deter either of them because he keeps his hands on his knees like a good boy.

Although Namjoon wishes he could see the expanse of Jimin's tummy and chest while he takes his cock, the visual is still stunning. A sheen of sweat trickles down Jimin's neck, and his plump lips quiver as he falls more and more victim to pleasure. They hold eye contact, only breaking for short bursts of Jimin's eyes rolling back, and Namjoon wonders if Jimin can see the tears pooling in his lashes.

The squelching sound of Jimin's cock sliding into Namjoon's throat paired with the deep, satisfied moans and hisses Jimin lets out are pleasing to Namjoon's ears and only furthering the ache in his pants. Namjoon wants to be touched so badly.

"That's it, baby, I'm so close," Jimin whines. His voice is deep, with pitchy whimpers laced throughout.

Jimin's pace becomes unsteady and a little harsh, and Namjoon resists the urge to gag harder than ever. He doesn't want to make Jimin stop knowing he's so close, and he squeezes his knees as Jimin fucks his face. Fuck breathing, really; Namjoon is certain he can go without.

"Fuck, baby boy," Jimin whimpers. His hold on Namjoon's hair tightens, tugging the strands painfully, and Namjoon fights the urges to wince and let his eyes squeeze shut. Tears cloud his vision, but he keeps his gaze up and as focused as possible.

Jimin cums in Namjoon's throat with his cock pressed all the way forward, setting off Namjoon's gag reflex, and this time he can't resist it. Jimin pulls his cock partially out, releasing more viscous fluid onto Namjoon's tongue, which he lets pool while attempting to swallow what was left in his throat while taking a deep breath.

Tears wet the lace around Namjoon's eyes, and now that he's not gagged on Jimin's thick length, he can't hold back his smile. Jimin's thick, tangy release feels so good on Namjoon's tongue, and as Jimin pulls his cock out, slick with drool and somehow still hard, Namjoon holds his tongue out for them to see.

Namjoon expects praise from Jimin, maybe a little more verbal humiliation about what a good little slut he is. What he does not expect is for Jimin to lean forward, take Namjoon's face gently in his hands and ask, "Was I too rough, baby?"

Tears partially obstruct Namjoon's vision, and he blinks them away to get a better view of Jimin's soft, concerned face. He continues to hold his tongue out but shakes his head to tell Jimin that no, he was not too rough.

"Swallow, Joonie," Jimin instructs softly, petting the side of Namjoon's head. "You did so good for me. You were perfect."

Namjoon swallows and gasps somewhat as he mutters, "Thank you, daddy," in a rough voice.

"Are you sure I wasn't too rough?"

Namjoon smiles sweetly and watches as Jimin's eyes fall to his lips, or perhaps his dimples, or maybe the drool and cum covering his chin. "No, daddy, that was perfect. I enjoyed it so much, thank you."

Jimin rubs the pad of his thumb over Namjoon’s chin and mutters, “Such a pretty messy boy,” then tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as Namjoon smiles proudly at him. Then, Jimin looks over to Jeongguk and Taehyung and asks, "Are you guys having fun?"

Namjoon turns his head to find Jeongguk and Taehyung both looking between Jimin and Namjoon with satisfied smiles. Taehyung has tucked his cock back in his pants, and it's already hard again and straining against the fabric.

"I'm having a great time," Taehyung says with a grin.

"Me too, daddy," Jeongguk responds. "But do you think...could we take the masks off?"

Namjoon is thankful for Jeongguk's suggestion; his mask is now damp and wet lace is not comfortable against skin. "I would like to," he mutters softly.

"That's fine with me," Taehyung responds. "We're both professors, but I don't doubt you'll keep our identities confidential."

"Of course, darling," Jimin says as tucks his cock into his briefs, then reaches for the back of his mask and unties it.

Jimin removes his mask, folds the fabric and shoves it into his pocket, and Namjoon finds himself unable to tear his eyes from Jimin's face. His eyes are sharp and hooded from pleasure, but there's a softness to them that makes him look like an angel, even with the dusting of black eyeshadow.

"Bunny, baby, your makeup is smudged," Jimin says as he reaches out to take Jeongguk's mask.

Namjoon turns to take in Jeongguk's beautiful, big round eyes, inside of which he's certain holds entire galaxies. He wears black eyeshadow around his eyes, similar to Jimin's, that looks smudged around the corners and underneath, making him even more devastatingly pretty than before.

Taehyung reaches a hand down and gently wipes at the corner of one of Jeongguk's eyes with the pad of his thumb, and Jeongguk turns his gaze up to Taehyung and smiles shyly.

"Such a pretty boy," Taehyung mutters.

"Thank you, sir," Jeongguk nearly whispers.

Taehyung reaches his hand back to untie his mask, and Jimin groans audibly, tearing Namjoon's gaze away. Namjoon finds Jimin staring at Taehyung with his mouth agape.

"I knew you'd be beautiful but wow," Jimin says.

Taehyung blushes as he looks down at his hands, which are folding his mask to tuck into his pants. It's no secret that Taehyung is gorgeous. His wide, rectangular smile and sharp jaw stop people in their tracks. But it's the softness to his eyes—a gentle nature you can't help but swoon over—that Namjoon loves best.

Namjoon suddenly feels silly as he undoes his mask. He's not foolish enough to think he's unattractive—with pouty lips and dimples that make others swoon—but he's also not quite as confident as Taehyung. And he laments not wearing makeup to smudge the way Jeongguk did.

Shyly, Namjoon reaches back and unties his mask. His eyes are zoned out on a spot on Taehyung's pants; suddenly, he feels too shy to look at anyone. It's not that he's nervous about them knowing his identity, but suddenly all of this feels so real on a completely new level. Or, perhaps, he's terrified of rejection.

As soon as his mask is off, a soft, small hand gently grabs Namjoon's chin and tilts his face up. Namjoon looks at Jimin and finds him gawking shamelessly with his eyes wide and lips parted. Arousal and other emotions he's not ready to unpack swirl around inside of Namjoon, and he smiles back.

"Hey gorgeous," Jimin mutters.

Namjoon's lips falter, and all he can bring himself to say is, "Hi."

"You have the smile of a puppy and the eyes of a dragon…what a stunning face," Jimin says.

A hand gently touches Namjoon's arm, and he turns to the right to find Jeongguk studying his face with a soft smile. "You're so handsome," he says.

"You too, Bunny," Namjoon responds. "Absolutely gorgeous."

"Alright," Taehyung says in a chipper but dulcet tone. "Shall we unravel these pretty boys and make them cry?"

Jeongguk's eyes widen, and Namjoon worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

"We shall," Jimin responds. "Stand for me, Joonie."

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says, pulling his gaze from Jeongguk to look at Jimin. He stands on legs that ache from being in a bent seated position, and he turns to face Jimin with his hands at his sides.

Jimin reaches out and snakes his fingers under Namjoon's waistbands and tugs them down, exposing Namjoon's hard, leaking cock. Jimin pushes the clothing down until they're far enough to fall to the floor, and Namjoon watches as Jimin studies his body with a gleam in his eyes.

Beside them, Jeongguk stands, and they make their way to the side of the far bed. Namjoon fights the urge to watch them.

"Can you pick me up?" Jimin asks, clearly losing some of his composure as his hands rub over Namjoon's biceps.

"Effortlessly," Namjoon responds.

Jimin's eyes meet Namjoon's, and his pupils are so blown they appear black. "I want you to lift me, slam me into the wall and kiss me."

Namjoon doesn't mind a bit of a dynamic shift if it's what Jimin requests, and he closes the gap between them, bends enough to grab Jimin by the thighs, and lifts him up. Jimin giggles and wraps his arms and legs around Namjoon, and Namjoon walks him toward the wall, sliding his left arm under Jimin's ass and his right hand up to protect the back of Jimin's head.

Jimin gasps when his back hits the wall, and Namjoon swallows the gasp as he presses their soft lips together and licks against Jimin, initiating the kiss. Then, Namjoon lets his mouth fall open, allowing Jimin to take over.

If kissing Jeongguk is like standing in a field of flowers, kissing Jimin is like being caught in a tidal wave. Their kiss is heated and desperate, and Jimin grips tightly to Namjoon's hair and pushes his tongue into his mouth, sweeping him down into his undertow, threatening to drown him. Namjoon can't help but whimper as Jimin nips and sucks at his lip and tastes him, and Jimin moans in response.

Jimin tightens his thighs around Namjoon's waist, pressing against his cock with rough denim, and Namjoon can't help it when his hips rut, and he rubs his erection against Jimin. Jimin breaks the kiss and gasps, and Namjoon opens his eyes to find him smiling.

"It would be so easy for you to fuck me against this wall," Jimin whines. "I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the one fucking you tonight."

Namjoon wants to say "next time," but he's not sure there will be a next time, so he keeps it to himself. He thinks he would like there to be a next time, but maybe it's too early to tell. Maybe it wouldn't be appropriate to want. Namjoon is unsure.

"Okay, baby boy, I want to tie you to the bed and overstimulate you until you're sobbing and seeing stars. Put me down, please."

Namjoon chuckles, sucks Jimin's bottom lip into his mouth just enough to make him whine, then lets go and mutters, "Anything for you, daddy," before sliding Jimin down the wall and back onto his feet. Jimin pulls his hands down Namjoon's face and neck, then takes him by the shoulders and pushes, guiding Namjoon to walk backward, back to the bed.

As soon as Namjoon's calves hit the edge of the mattress, Jimin shoves him, and Namjoon loses balance and falls back onto his ass with a gasp. He can't help but chuckle, though he tries to pull his lips into a neutral expression to show how obedient he is, and Jimin cocks a smirk at him.

"Lay in the middle of the bed," Jimin commands.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds as he anchors himself on his palms and pushes back. It takes him a bit to crawl backward on the bed, and as soon as he's where Jimin wants him, Jimin rounds the bed and approaches the wall of toys.

"On your stomach," Jimin says, and Namjoon rolls onto his stomach and puts his arms above his head, earning him Jimin's praise. "Such a good boy for me."

Namjoon puts his forehead down into the silky comforter and breathes in deeply. With his ass on display, the nerves begin to kick back up. And there's a part of him that doesn't want to know what toy or toys Jimin is picking out for him until he feels the impact of them hitting his skin.

Meanwhile, on the bed beside them, the sounds of leather slapping skin and whimpering filling the air reminds Namjoon that Jeongguk is also in the same position. Namjoon thinks he would like to see Jeongguk's pretty skin all red and sore from floggers and paddles.

The sound of velcro pulling apart makes Namjoon's heart dance nervously. Then his right arm is moved and restrained at the wrist in a soft, cloth cuff, followed by his left arm.

"Ass in the air, baby," Jimin says a moment later from the foot of the bed, and Namjoon gets on his knees and lifts his ass. "Look at you. So perfect."

Jimin's hands rub over Namjoon's ass, down the backs of his thighs and calves, and over his feet. Then velcro is being pulled apart, and Namjoon's ankles are being restrained in the same cloth cuffs as his wrists.

Namjoon turns his head and sees Jeongguk on his back with a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes, whimpering softly while Taehyung flogs his stomach. Namjoon can't help but feel both envious of Jeongguk for being played with so nicely, and eager to find out what Jimin has in store for him.

"If at any time you want to be unrestrained, say red and tell me what you need, okay, baby boy?" Jimin says softly, rubbing his hands over the bottoms of Namjoon's feet.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "I feel comfortable right now."

"Good. I'm going to start gently striking you; are you ready, baby?"

"I am, daddy," Namjoon says with a deep exhale.

Jimin's hands leave Namjoon's skin, and Namjoon closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale, readying himself. Flat, firm leather hits the bottoms of Namjoon's feet gently, and he sucks in a breath as excitement and arousal flow through him.

"Such pretty feet and legs," Jimin says as he paddles Namjoon's right foot a little harder, landing one sturdy smack across his skin. Namjoon's chest and stomach muscles tighten from the impact, and he whimpers. "Everything about you is so pretty."

With light, gentle taps, Jimin moves the paddle up to Namjoon's calves, alternating a few taps on the left and several on the right, never sticking to a pattern and sometimes striking a little harder than expected. The strikes move to Namjoon's thighs and then back down, and he's surprised by how the skin on his calves is already beginning to respond to the touch.

One firm, loud crack of the leather lands on Namjoon's thigh, and it stings enough to make him moan and tense his leg muscles. "Color, baby?" Jimin asks as he rubs the leather over that spot in a gentle circle.

"Green, daddy," Namjoon whimpers as firmly as he can.

More gentle taps of leather dance across Namjoon's shins and feet, and each time the leather strikes harder than the last, Namjoon lets out an exhale that further relaxes his body. Namjoon loves how the firm leather feels against his skin, and he holds back the urge to beg Jimin to hurt him more.

But then Jimin cracks him on the shin nice and hard, pushing a moan from Namjoon's lips that sounds so deep and debauched, he wonders if begging would even be necessary. Judging by Jimin's giggle, followed by another firm crack on his other shin, Namjoon thinks he's gotten the message loud and clear, and he lets another needy moan fall from his lips.

Jimin begins striking Namjoon harder with fewer gentle taps between, though not hard enough to do more than sting, and a dull ache quickly begins to cover the middles of Namjoon's feet, his calves, and his thighs. With each strike, fireworks explode on Namjoon's skin, bursting with bliss.

Just as Namjoon's skin begins to feel like it is absolutely on fire, Jimin stops. Gentle fingertips rub over the sore, raised skin on Namjoon's legs and feet, and Namjoon hisses and gasps, feeling his body tremble at the touch.

"Color? Shall we continue, baby?"

"Green," Namjoon responds desperately. "Yes, daddy, please!"

Softer leather gently dances over the skin of Namjoon's feet, across his shins, and over his thighs, and Namjoon grips onto the soft comforter beneath him. The tails of a flogger gently strike Namjoon on the ass in swift motions, left to right to left to right, and Namjoon wonders if perhaps he'll simply turn to a puddle and sink straight into the bed by the time Jimin is finished with him.

There's something so exciting about the unfamiliar methods of a new person. The patterned and unpatterned strikes of someone who hasn't been doing this with him for years. To his left, muffled sobs of pleasure tell Namjoon that Jeongguk is in the same position, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Taehyung strike Jeongguk's leaking cock with a flogger while calling it cute.

A hard snap of the flogger against Namjoon's ass pulls him back into the present, and his eyes shut as he moans. There's a steady quiver to Namjoon's legs as Jimin works his ass over left to right to left to right, alternating firm strikes with soft ones.

"Joonie, baby," Jimin says after some time in a cute, whiny tone.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I want to keep flogging you but I also want to taste you. What's a boy to do?"

Jimin's words go straight to Namjoon's cock, and he bites back a smile. "Use me as you please, daddy."

Namjoon thinks he hears Jimin groan, thinks he hears the flogger get tossed onto the bed, and all at once, two hands spread Namjoon's ass, and Jimin's tongue plunges straight into his puckered hole. Warm, wet bliss with the hint of a stretch is all Namjoon can comprehend, and his moan comes out more like a choked sob.

Jimin fucks his tongue in and out of Namjoon, then squeezes the sensitive flesh of his ass as he pulls out and licks a firm stripe over the rim. Namjoon is a mess of whimpers and gasps, so overwhelmed from the feeling of someone new licking him so good.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven, baby," Jimin groans.

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon mutters as he pants, dizzy from pleasure.

Jimin licks and sucks the sensitive skin on Namjoon's right butt cheek. "I'm going to open this pretty little ass of yours," Jimin says with his lips leaving moist marks against Namjoon. "And then I'm going to flip you over, blindfold you, and flog you while I fuck you. Does that sound good, baby?"

"Oh, god, yes," Namjoon moans.

Jimin's hand lands a loud, semi-painful smack on Namjoon's left butt cheek, and Namjoon already knows what he's done wrong. "D-daddy! Sorry, yes, that sounds good, daddy."

With a chuckle, Jimin's mouth and hands leave Namjoon, and Namjoon opens his eyes to see him approach the shelf near the head of the bed for a bottle of lube. Namjoon also sees Taehyung stroking Jeongguk's cock while gently hitting his nipples with a crop and thinks he already sees a pile of cum streaking Jeongguk's stomach.

Jimin steps in Namjoon's line of vision, and he bends, bringing their faces close. He reaches his free hand to Namjoon's head and grabs a handful of hair, and Namjoon whimpers and smiles softly at him.

"Your husband sure is good with my Bunny, isn't he?" Jimin asks in a somewhat teasing tone.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "They look great together."

Jimin grins, releases Namjoon's hair and gently rubs his cheek. "How does that make you feel?"

Although the answer to this particular question isn't complicated, it's not exactly simple, either. But Namjoon does his best. "Good. It makes me feel good, and warm. And really fucking horny."

"No regrets? You don't want to stop?"

The softness is back in Jimin's eyes, and Namjoon can't help but smile wide at the sight. "No regrets. I don't want to stop until you're finished with me, daddy."

"Those dimples will be the death of me," Jimin mutters as he stands, and Namjoon can't help but smile wider from the compliment. He notices Jimin has removed the leather waist cincher and has partially unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hint of muscular chest. Namjoon wants to see more.

"You're such a good boy," Jimin says as he smacks Namjoon's ass and walks back to the end of the bed.

And although Namjoon would love to continue to watch his husband make Jeongguk cum, he turns his head to the other side and closes his eyes. Whatever Jimin does to Namjoon, he wants to make sure to be present for every moment of it.

The telltale sound of a lube bottle popping open has Namjoon practically vibrating with anticipation, and he does his best to steady his breathing, lest he absolutely explode from the slightest touch. Cold lube drips onto Namjoon's rim, and he gasps and tightens all of the muscles in his ass. He wonders if Taehyung told Jimin that he likes the way this feels.

The pad of one of Jimin's fingers rubs over Namjoon's rim in tight circles, then gently presses in, penetrating him and stretching him slightly. Namjoon moans and lets a deep exhale out, sinking into the feeling he's longed for, for…he's unsure how long.

"Taehyung told me you like getting fucked rough, baby; is this true?" Jimin teases as he pushes his finger in further and pulls it out, in further and back out.

"Y-yes, daddy," Namjoon whines.

Jimin pulls his finger all the way out, squirts more lube, and rubs the pads of two fingers over Namjoon's hole.

Two fingers enter Namjoon, and suddenly it feels like a lot. Suddenly he is overwhelmed and finds himself gripping onto the comforter beneath him, and soundless gasps fall from Namjoon's lips as Jimin slowly fingers his ass open.

As Jimin's fingers begin to slide smoothly in and out of Namjoon, he begins to slap Namjoon's sore ass cheeks softly with bursts of harder strikes. Every time Jimin's fingers meet his skin, Namjoon sucks in a breath, except for when Jimin really hits him, pushing shattered moans from deep in his chest.

"Such a good little slut, swallowing my fingers whole," Jimin teases. "I'm gonna fucking ruin this pretty ass of yours."

"Please, daddy," Namjoon whines.

A third finger is added and slowly works him open, and by the time Namjoon accommodates to the stretch, he can't help but beg Jimin for his cock. "Please, daddy, please fuck me," Namjoon whines desperately.

Jimin slaps Namjoon's sore, marked ass, and Namjoon cries out, but it doesn't deter him. "I'll be so good for you and so tight, please, daddy!"

Slowly, Jimin pulls his fingers out and rubs the pads of all three over Namjoon's hole. Namjoon laments the loss of penetration but wants so badly for Jimin's cock to be inside him that he doesn't whine.

"On your back, baby," Jimin instructs as Namjoon feels a shift of weight on the bed.

Namjoon flops onto his side with his back facing Taehyung and Jeongguk and wiggles himself around, crossing his wrists and ankles in the process. Jimin undoes one of Namjoon's ankle cuffs and spreads his legs before restraining him once more, and Namjoon glances to the side to find Jeongguk on his knees and Taehyung fingering him open.

"How close is Bunny to being ready?" Jimin asks. "Should we begin to fuck the boys at the same time?"

"Bunny, how are you feeling?" Taehyung asks gently.

"G-good," Jeongguk chokes out, no longer gagged. "Almost ready for your cock."

Jimin rounds the bed, grabs a blindfold from the shelf he got the lube from and gently places it over Namjoon's eyes. "Is this okay, baby?" Jimin asks.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds with a smile, showing off his dimples.

Warm, soft hands gently grab Namjoon's face, followed by soft lips on his forehead. Namjoon can't help but grin from the feeling. "I can't tell you how happy I am that we found you two tonight," Jimin mutters softly against Namjoon's forehead. "I'm really grateful to you and Taehyung, and I can't wait to fuck you until you cry."

Namjoon doesn't know what to say—doesn't know what to feel. He bites his lower lip and smiles, and a warm swell of affection fills him. "I'm glad too, Jimin," is all he can bring himself to mutter, and he's unsurprised when he's not reprimanded for not saying daddy because this moment is fairly tender. Namjoon can picture the smile tugging at Jimin's perfect lips.

Lips and hands leave Namjoon, and he thinks he can hear the sound of slacks hitting the floor and crumpling into a pile, and he wishes he could see Jimin naked. God, what a sight he must be, Namjoon thinks.

There's movement on the bed between Namjoon's bound ankles, a dip in the mattress that sinks closer as naked thighs spread Namjoon's legs around him. The anticipation of finally being fucked has Namjoon's heart pounding at a dizzying rate—has Namjoon panting.

"Ready, baby?" Jimin asks as he places his hands on Namjoon's hips and rubs down to his thighs. Namjoon's restraints are loose enough that his legs can bend, though not too far, and Jimin scrunches him up and wraps one arm around one of his thighs.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, feeling more ready than he's felt for anything in his life.

"Taehyung, baby, are you and Bunny ready?" Jimin calls.

Namjoon hears Jeongguk mutter a soft, "I am, sir," and Taehyung says, "Ready when you are, Jiminah."

The sound of a lube bottle opening and releasing liquid is so loud suddenly, and Namjoon exhales deeply in an attempt to relax even further into the mattress. The inability to see has the rest of his senses heightened, and he is still reeling over the fact that another man is going to fuck him while his husband is going to fuck someone else.

The blunt tip of a lube-slicked cock brushes over Namjoon's hole, and he can't help but gasp at the sensation. Although his eyes are covered, knowing it's Jimin's cock that is about to penetrate him has him feeling dizzy, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

The arm around Namjoon's thigh holds him close, and Jimin's palm caresses Namjoon's leg as he brushes his cock over Namjoon's rim one last time and begins to push. Jimin's tiny fingers did little to prepare Namjoon for the girth of his cock, and he breathes through the overwhelming stretch.

Jimin is gentle—pushing a tiny bit and pulling out, and pushing ever so slightly further and pulling out, back and forth until he's past the head and his cock is able to slide more easily. He stops and gives Namjoon a chance to breathe, but the air is squeezed from Namjoon's lungs, and he's not sure he can breathe.

"Joonie, baby, how do you feel?" Taehyung asks. The tone is concern laced with desire, and Namjoon imagines Taehyung's cock is currently at least partially inside Jeongguk. He wishes he could see.

"Amazing," Namjoon pants, dropping the sir label. "How do you feel, yeobo?"

"I feel really good, baby," Taehyung responds.

Their little chat distracted Namjoon from the stretch of the cock in his ass just enough for Jimin to more comfortably slide partially out and all the way back in, pushing only small gasps from Namjoon. Jimin doesn't snap his hips, but he presses against Namjoon's thighs to let him know he's reached the limit.

Jimin's cock fills Namjoon so perfectly. Both arms now hold Namjoon's legs in a partially bent position, with the restraints keeping them from being completely relaxed. Pleasure fills every inch of Namjoon, setting his skin on fire, and he whimpers loudly from the bliss, from the closeness, from everything Jimin is in this moment. Namjoon thinks he can hear Jimin panting.

The moans coming from the bed beside them tug at Namjoon mentally and emotionally. It's too complex to unpack in the moment, but there are a lot of things on his heart and on his mind.

Namjoon's heart and his mind become blank, however, as Jimin pulls back and slams his hips forward, fucking his cock into Namjoon with a moan. Namjoon's hands tighten into fists, and his legs tremble, and an attempted groan leaves his lips, but mostly the wind is knocked from him entirely.

"You feel so good, Joonie," Jimin praises as he pulls his hips back and slams them forward once more. A satisfied groan rips from Jimin's chest, and Namjoon sobs from the pain and pleasure of how powerful Jimin's thrusts are.

"Color, baby?" Jimin asks.

"Green!" Namjoon whines desperately.

Jimin begins to fuck Namjoon properly, setting a steady pace that's harder than he expected Jimin to start with but not so hard he forgets himself. Namjoon's entire body relaxes around the feeling of bliss as he adjusts more and more to Jimin's cock, and he keeps his mouth open as moans and soundless breaths pass between his lips.

One of Jimin's arms snakes away from Namjoon's thigh, and Namjoon lets it fall open to the side while Jimin's body shifts mid-thrust, and he seemingly reaches for something. Namjoon is certain he already knows what Jimin will do—because Jimin told him—and he trembles with excitement.

The soft leather tails of the flogger dance over Namjoon's hard, neglected cock and Namjoon gasps. Jimin has yet to touch Namjoon there, and it's suddenly all he can think about.

"Look at that pretty cock," Jimin teases as he fucks Namjoon and continues to lightly dangle the tails of the flogger over him, tickling his tummy, as well. "I bet you're dying for it to be touched, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whines.

Jimin delicately hits Namjoon's shaft with the flogger, and Namjoon sobs, turning his head to the side from how overwhelming yet unsatisfying the touch is. His left leg, which is suspended on its own, trembles, and Namjoon lets it fall further to the side, spread and bent for Jimin.

"Color, baby?" Jimin asks as he lightly strikes Namjoon's cock, this time closer to the tip.

The pleasure of being fucked and toyed with is intense, but Namjoon isn't sure how much more he wants his cock to be hit. He's nervous when he says, "G-green, daddy, but maybe also yellow?"

"Talk to me, baby," Jimin says. His hips haven't stopped, but the toy no longer touches Namjoon's skin.

Namjoon clears his throat. "I like the impact play, but I don't know if I'll like it much harder than this on my cock."

Two warm palms caress Namjoon's inner thighs, warm and comforting. "Thank you for telling me, baby," Jimin says. "Would you like it if I fucked you harder or is this good for you?"

To the right, Jeongguk moans loudly, and Namjoon remembers that he and Taehyung are in the same room, also fucking. Namjoon still feels conflicted about completely letting go and losing himself to another man, but he trusts in Jimin to take good care of him, and he wants to make the most of this moment while he still can.

"Harder, daddy, please."

Jimin anchors Namjoon's thighs spread and bent with his arms once more and leans into him as he picks up his pace. Namjoon feels so full, and he can't help the sobs and gasps that leave his mouth as Jimin punishes his asshole. Namjoon's thighs and ass are still sensitive from the earlier impact play, and Jimin's hips bucking hard against him sends tiny sparks of pain mixing with the pleasure coursing throughout him like bolts of electricity.

"Can you cum untouched, baby?"

Namjoon probably could, but the thought of his cock remaining neglected, save for slapping against his stomach, makes him want to cry. But he wants to be a good boy and tell the truth.

"Y-yes, but—"

"But what, baby?"

The pleasure building in Namjoon is so incredible, so overwhelming, that he feels himself losing his sanity at the thought of being untouched, and he cries, "But I want you to touch me! Daddy, please!"

Jimin giggles and Namjoon cringes inward, unable to recognize his own voice. An arm leaves one of Namjoon's legs once more, and Namjoon eases it to the mattress and braces himself for what's to come.

"Maybe I'll toy with you a bit and fuck you slower," Jimin says as his hips begin to roll at a much more languid pace.

Namjoon wants to cry and beg and scream and shake his head and limbs petulantly, but Jimin's cock rubs against his prostate in a rhythm that has him losing his grip on time and space, and it eases Namjoon back into a blissful state.

Hard, firm leather touches the head of Namjoon's cock and rubs over the leaky head, gathering and rubbing his precum around as Jimin's thrusting pushes him into the pliant leather. This touch is still not enough, but it's firmer than the flogger, and Namjoon wants more; it certainly feels better than nothing.

"Please, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, not entirely sure what he's asking for.

The leather moves over Namjoon's head and rubs slowly down the length of his cock in small, unsteady movements as Jimin continues fucking Namjoon at a steady pace. The leather lifts away from Namjoon, then taps down gently at the sensitive skin just under the head. A moan escapes Namjoon, and he bites down on his lip; this feels good.

"Baby likes this?" Jimin teases, tapping Namjoon on repeat in the same spot.

"More, please, daddy," Namjoon whines.

"So greedy," Jimin teases, moving the toy down the shaft and making the taps just a bit firmer. "Such a desperate little slut."

"Your slut, daddy."

Beside them, Jeongguk moans loudly and chokes out a sob, and Namjoon feels his desperation rise. He wants to cum so badly. He wants to be fucked past the point of overstimulation until he can't make a sound, and then he wants to be fucked some more.

The leather leaves Namjoon's cock and presses down against his nipple before lifting and striking down hard enough to sting. He thinks it's a crop that Jimin is using, and he hisses and moans from the impact, eager for more.

Firm strikes of the leather hit Namjoon's nipples and pecs, making a loud snap every time the toy meets his skin. The impact of the toy and Jimin's thrusts feel so good, so perfect, but it's still not enough to make Namjoon cum, and he wants it so bad.

"You're so pretty all marked up, Joonie," Jimin says as he taps the leather toy lower on Namjoon's torso, along his ribs and down to his tummy, striking the firmer areas of muscle and bone harder and the softer areas more gently. The stimulation is so much and not enough, and Namjoon finds he's unable to hold back his sobs.

"Please, daddy, please make me cum," Namjoon begs.

"How many times would you like to cum?" Jimin asks, tone turning serious.

All Namjoon can say in response is, "Huh?"

"How many orgasms does it take to make to turn you into jelly, baby?"

Oh.

"T-two or three, daddy," Namjoon confesses, feeling his cheeks warm. He's not sure why he suddenly feels embarrassed; Jimin did say he wanted to overstimulate him earlier.

"What would four do to you, baby?" Jimin asks as his toy gently smacks Namjoon's cock shaft, sending a jolt through his body that turns into a strong shudder.

Namjoon opens his mouth to respond, but he's unsure what to say, and his lips falter. It's Taehyung—breathy and moaning through his words—who says, "He might become non-verbal, so he'll need to clap his hands rather than speak. But there's a chance he'll get so lost in subspace, you'll have to stop."

The idea of becoming non-verbal and entering subspace while tied up and blindfolded and at the hands of another man worries Namjoon suddenly. It's not that he doesn't think he can trust Jimin, but that's something he's only explored with Taehyung, and only Taehyung knows him by heart.

"We'll start with two and see how you feel, okay, baby?" Jimin asks, easing some of Namjoon's trepidation. Namjoon must have tensed up because he feels himself relax.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon mutters quietly, feeling himself sinking into pleasure.

The leather of the toy presses firmly against the sensitive spot under Namjoon's cock head, giving Namjoon just enough friction that he suddenly thinks he can cum from this because, holy fuck, the firm yet bendable leather feels so good. It's dry friction, but it's better than nothing, and Namjoon feels his orgasm suddenly begin to build quickly.

"Baby likes that, hmm?" Jimin teases.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whines, feeling lost to the steady build of his first orgasm.

Jimin's arm snakes away from Namjoon, leaving both of his legs suspended and spread on their own, and suddenly, the tails of a flogger hit Namjoon's chest. Namjoon whimpers from the feeling of leather striking his skin while leather also presses against his cock, and he sinks further into the feeling, hoping to succumb fully to pleasure.

Then, Jimin snaps his hips harder and fucks Namjoon at a punishing pace. Namjoon sobs and moans from the sudden change, feeling all at once overwhelmed and on the brink of mental and physical collapse. The flogger stings his skin, hitting him just below his nipples, left to right to left to right, and Namjoon's cock throbs beneath the leather that presses it against his tummy.

"That's it, cum for me, Joonie," Jimin commands.

Like a good boy, Namjoon does as he's told, feeling the orgasm quake through him, rushing over his senses and dragging him down, down into depths of pleasure. Namjoon moans and sobs and chokes out inaudible breaths, and his body trembles from orgasmic release as his cum covers his stomach, some hitting his chest.

"Fuck, yes, baby, that's it!" Jimin praises. He must toss aside the toys, grabbing the underside of Namjoon's thighs and bending him as much as possible in the restraints.

Jimin doesn't slow down, fucking Namjoon hard and fast. The aftershocks of the orgasm rock through Namjoon, and he is finally overstimulated and ready to cry. Although the blindfold is thrilling, Namjoon wishes he could see Jimin and see what his husband looks like fucking Jeongguk, but he's too fucked out to use his words too well.

"D-daddy," Namjoon whines. "Want to see you."

Jimin rubs his hands over Namjoon's body, up his hips and ribs and pecs and shoulders, then gently takes the blindfold and pushes it up to Namjoon's forehead. Namjoon blinks several times and takes in Jimin, who continues to fuck into Namjoon hard, and although he's leaning forward, Namjoon can see his shoulders and chest, muscular and taut on his pretty thin frame. He can see sweat drip down toned abs.

"Wow," Namjoon mutters, eyes trailing up to Jimin's pretty face. Silver hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, and Namjoon stares and smiles while Jimin fucks him through overstimulation, turning him into a pliant mess of a man.

"Yes, baby?" Jimin pants with a smile.

"So pretty, daddy."

Jimin nibbles on his plush lower lip and smiles, then he reaches for Namjoon's half-hard cock and gives it a squeeze. Namjoon tenses and relaxes, not ready for another orgasm but so ready for anything Jimin wants to do to him. He may already be more fucked out than usual from his first orgasm, and although the feeling of Jimin slamming his thick, hard cock into him feels incredible, he hardly makes a sound.

Beside him, Jeongguk moans loudly, and Namjoon turns his head in time to see Taehyung towering over Jeongguk, who is bent in half with his legs unrestrained while Taehyung jackhammers his cock into him. Jeongguk is still blindfolded, and his entire body shakes as he cums. They look amazing.

"Distracted again?" Jimin teases, and Namjoon turns to look at Jimin, ready to apologize, but Jimin winks and says, "Aren't they stunning?"

Namjoon nods and repeats, "Stunning."

Jimin's hips slow, rolling deliciously against Namjoon's prostate once again, and Jimin begins to undo the restraints from Namjoon's ankles. Namjoon rests his head back and lets his eyes roll, lost in the sensation of Jimin rocking into him so perfectly.

Namjoon sets his right foot down on the bed while Jimin releases his left. Then Jimin grabs both legs and lifts them, bending Namjoon in half. Namjoon's eyes open wide as Jimin stands before him with his knees bent and his cock still buried in Namjoon's ass.

"I saw the way you watched longingly as Bunny got railed all bent in half by your beautiful husband," Jimin says with a smirk.

A dizzying burst of pleasure explodes in Namjoon as Jimin sets a rough pace, pounding Namjoon's ass. His ankles hover around his head and bob from each thrust, and the stretch of his limbs takes a moment to ease from painful to relaxed. Namjoon does his best to keep his eyes on Jimin, but they threaten to roll back with every buck of Jimin's hips pushing so deep.

Namjoon's cock bobs and jabs him in the stomach, leaving a streak of precum to mingle with the drying cum that was left there. Sticky and bent in half while breaths are punched from him is a humiliating way to be fucked, and Namjoon revels in it. He hopes that this is the position that gets Jimin off. He hopes that Jimin cums on him like the messy little slut he is just like this.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Jimin asks, cocking his head. Namjoon must have appeared lost in thought.

Namjoon nibbles his lip and feels nervous as he mutters, "Please don't make me say it, daddy."

Jimin grins and pumps his cock into Namjoon nice and hard as he growls, "Say it!"

Namjoon opens his mouth to respond but moans and sobs through the pleasure of being fucked so deep. "Ah—I was th—ah—thinking about how I w-want you to cu—ah, fuck—cum like this."

"Like this?" Jimin parrots, raising an eyebrow. "Why like this?"

Namjoon can feel his face turn scarlet, and he looks from Jimin's eyes to his mouth. "Be—ah—because I'm m-messy and—ah covered in cum and the position is—fu-fuck—humili—ah, god, I'm so close."

"You're gonna cum again already, baby?" Jimin taunts, licking his lips. "My messy, slutty little Joonie is gonna cover himself in his own cum?"

Jimin's voice taunting him only further pushes Namjoon to the edge of destruction, and he feels his body tense and release and tremble uncontrollably. He's so close.

"That's it, baby," Jimin whimpers, eyebrows kitting from pleasure. "I'm gonna fill this slutty little hole with my cum, just for you."

That pushes Namjoon to the edge—sends him plummeting down, down, deep into pleasure. "F-fuck, I'm gonna c—" Namjoon can't finish the words as he's wrapped tightly in overwhelming bliss.

"Eyes on me when you cum, Joonie," Jimin commands, and Namjoon does his best to be good.

All sound and sensation outside of Jimin fucking him is erased as pleasure rolls and quakes through Namjoon, and he spurts cum over his belly, chest and throat. Namjoon moans and whimpers and lets out breathy, noiseless sounds, which mix with the lewd squelch of Jimin pounding his ass, and he does his best to keep his eyes open, watching Jimin.

Jimin's mouth falls wide, and a roar of a moan rips through him. "Squeezing me so fucking tight, holy sh—"

"Want it on me, daddy," Namjoon whines weakly, and Jimin's eyes widen at the confession. "Make a mess of me, please."

Jimin lowers Namjoon's legs, hastily setting them down while clearly trying not to just drop them onto the mattress. He pulls his cock out and strokes it over Namjoon as he falls onto his knees and towers over him. Cum already covers Namjoon in sticky wet, and dry streaks, but when Jimin's release hits him in thick viscous ropes, Namjoon feels elated, head in the clouds, floating in the atmosphere.

Namjoon can't take his eyes off of Jimin. Pretty and muscular, covered in sweat. He fists his cock, letting every last drop fall to Namjoon's skin, and grins as he pants, surveying his work—eyes trailing up to Namjoon's face.

"Wow," Jimin mutters as he sits back on his heels.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds, feeling the haze of euphoria begin to settle and even out, slowly bringing him back to reality. His sweat has turned the bed beneath him cold, and he shivers as the air hits his skin.

Movement to Namjoon's right reminds him that Taehyung and Jeongguk are there, and he turns to find them in a similar state, crumpled up on the bed, panting and covered in sweat. Taehyung smiles sweetly to Namjoon and sits up, unwrapping himself from Jeongguk and leaving a tender kiss on Jeongguk's forehead.

"Bunny," Jimin says with a smirk. "Would you like to come clean Joonie off? Our baby is just covered in cum."

"I would love to, daddy," Jeongguk mutters as he sits up. "If that's alright with Joonie."

Namjoon can't imagine arguing against letting a beautiful man lick the cum off of him, but he lifts his head and says, "I would love nothing more, but I would prefer to do it on a dryer spot."

Jimin giggles and stands, making his way to the head of the bed quickly to undo the restraints around Namjoon’s wrists. He rubs over them, soothing the somewhat sore skin, and Namjoon watches him with a soft smile.

Then, Jimin returns to the end of the bed and beckons with his hands for Namjoon to join him, and Namjoon sits up, feels the streaks of semen trickle down his chest and abdomen, and turns his body until he's lying at the foot of the bed beside Jimin. Jimin pushes a hand through Namjoon's sweaty hair and gently scratches against his scalp.

Jeongguk climbs on the bed and kneels beside Namjoon and begins to lick him clean, moaning and whimpering as he does, and Namjoon closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling. His skin is still sensitive from being flogged, and the gentle wet touch of Jeongguk's tongue sends shivers through him.

Lips are at Namjoon's neck, and he doesn't need to open his eyes to recognize Taehyung; the smell of musky cologne and the low growl he lets out are telling enough.

"What a mess you two made, baby," Taehyung teases, nipping at Namjoon's neck below the collar. Namjoon whimpers and moans in response, feeling too intoxicated by bliss for so many sets of lips to not have an effect on him.

As the soreness begins to settle, Taehyung starts a bath for Namjoon and Jeongguk to enjoy, while Jimin finds various lotions and salves to rub into their skin once they come out. A warm swell of affection fills Namjoon as Jimin towel dries him and begins to soothe all the marks he left, watching as Taehyung does the same for Jeongguk.

Namjoon finds it hard to believe that any of the events of the night had truly transpired, but the dull ache of his skin and the overwhelming joy in his heart tells him that it all very much did. He wonders, as they leave the club together, exchanging numbers in the parking lot as the sun begins to rise overhead, whether the four of them will ever converge again. As he holds Taehyung's warm, safe, familiar hand, he thinks he would really like to see Jimin and Jeongguk once more. Maybe even more frequently.

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DOSSIER UNLOCKED :: DALTON, RHODES

will do something to spite others because they can and its fun ;; searching eyes under sunglasses while a charming smirk is always present ;; thin silver chain around neck and silver ring clad fingers with faint bruises.

— I’M AESTHETIC NOW I GET IT;;

quick look into current playlist :: watch it by the boyz ; guilty’ by taemin ; overdrive by i.m.; annihilate by metro boomin swae lee lil wayne offset ; villain by neoni ; enemy by imagine dragons ; drinking with cupid by voila

as described by others :: good at everything, dives headfirst without checking the temperature, faded jeans, popular because actual nice guy, always working out, unwavering faith, loses himself in a good book, here for a good time not a long time mentality, adrenaline junkie, nap king, doesn’t take anything seriously, bottles their emotions, gives off golden retriever energy, awkward when you first meet them but maybe its from hitting on you, ride or die personality when it comes to family and friends, admirable work ethic and discipline but still knows how to have fun, good taste in films.

— WANNA TAKE IT TO THE BASICS;;

NAME : rhodes dlaton

NICKNAME : rhodey

AGE : 25, December 17th

GENDER IDENTITY : cis man (he/him pronouns)

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual pan romantic

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, french, learning latin

WORK LIFE : actor & co owner of core fitness

POSITIVE TRAITS : honest, confident, intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS : reckless, nonchalant, hot-headed

FACECLAIM : emilio sakraya

RELATIONSHIPSTATUS : single

FAMILY LIFE : oldest, has a younger sibling who is 10. currently lives in the Paragons in Queens. owns a pair of cats named poe & finn.

— THE DEEP DEEP DEEPER WE GO;; (still have to add more)

Rhodes is the oldest child of a award winning film director and actress who got together after working on a film. Rhodes is very much an oops nepo baby but he embraces it. started acting as a child on tv shows and commercial before getting his big break in an action movie franchise as the male lead. is now one of the most talked about actors in part thanks to his acting chops and his ability to do his own stunts.

very much a stoic dude that looks all serious but is actually a funny guy. your neighborhood gym rat that, with a friend, decided to open up a gym together called Core Fitness that is his pride and joy.

TBA.

— FREE INFORMATION;;

Personality wise, is too smart for his own good and knows it. is known in the tabloids as the boy next door and is just in all around good dude. loves to prove others wrong about him being just a rich kid/slash nepo baby, hence why he is learning latin because someone dared him to. he is really the poster child of ‘looks like can kill you if provoked but is an actual cinnamon roll'. will always offer others to join him to watch films and can talk your ear off about them.

Ships wise, when it comes to friends is there for them. loyal to a fault for them and yes will be honest with them about things. he will give advice and if they don’t take it, is like oh well and then if something happens would probably tell you I told you so afterwards. most likely is that guy that lets his friends crash at his apartment.

as for relationships, he may not look it but is an actual romantic. like gives you flowers or chocolates, maybe even goes outside your window and plays you music, he’s that type of guy. but also because he is so out-going most likely has slept around. do not blame him if he starts flirting, can’t help himself.

— CAN I GET A CONNECTION;;

CO-OWNER wanted connection on the main. (soon!!!)

RIDE OR DIE ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, etc. they are the best of friends and no one can tear them apart (maybe?).

LATE NITE BUDDIES/CONFIDENT ( open to a few ) ;; he is always up late, either watching a film or working out. maybe they meet up to talk, eat or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company while each does their own thing. possibly also act as confidents for each other

EXES ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension and hook up but then regret it or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they hook up here because tension is there. i love all options.

WILL THEY, WONT THEY ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. no harm, no foul - is the mantra aka its all just easy fun. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating, already dated, or are going to at some point. maybe even the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line.

ONE (OR MORE) NIGHT STAND/ FLING ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up at the bar or a party and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later. they could even be friends now.

MOVIE FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; people who also enjoy films. whether it be always watching a movie together or like to dissect them, maybe even invited them to his film premieres or what not. anything film related.

GYM FRIENDS ( open to a few ) ;; just a gym bro being friends with others who love going to the gym or possibly someone who wants to get into going and he decides to act as a sort of sponsor/mentor, anything gym related.

ENEMIES / FRENEMIES ( open to one ) ;; however these enemies/frenemies became known to each other can be determined later, but either way they dislike / hate / talk about each other behind their backs.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

#boroughs.intro #will add more to it soon!!!

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Headcanons for nihnih c:

🥺 my baby boyyyyyy

Sexuality Headcanon: pan! doesn't particularly think of himself as Xeno™️ but he also won't discount it, and he's down to play it up for a mission. team fuckboy who knows he's pretty and uses it to his advantage

Gender Headcanon: hasn't really considered it and doesn't care as long as you still call him pretty boy

A ship I have with said character: kryterius obv all the way, i also wander into nihlus/avitus what-if sometimes, also lowkey in exdiff and rabbitverse saren/nihlus/avitus is a casual thing for a while until macen enters the picture

A BROTP I have with said character: saren & nihlus & avitus, obvi, the dead parents club are the king brot3 slash platonic polypile with benefits. also i appreciate nihlus & abrudas and nihlus & desolas, he gets on well with his in-laws regardless of des being a terror, and there's a specific kind of kinship he gets with valis for both of them being in love with titans who rattle the stars with every breath

A NOTP I have with said character: shryik didn't use to be a notp tbh but the more i see of it. nah, nope, yall aren't doing my boy right, if you can't even be assed to read the wiki page for him or try to write his voice in-character you don't deserve to wanna fuck him, get bent. also nihlus/samara and nihlus/garrus absolutely not

A random headcanon: i think ive mentioned marty's not his bio-dad before here so instead of that, his dad's the one who taught him to fight bare-handed. he was getting pushed around by a bully, and came home one day bloody and bruised and crying but trying not to let his dad know because he wanted to be tough like his parents. he was still normal turian child sized at this point, not a giant yet. marty caught him anyway, and after he fixed him up he took it upon himself to teach his boy how to fight. marty himself was a ranked pit fighter on omega, infamous for being able to knock enemies out with one sharp hit - martelian "one-hit" kryik. nih's mom didn't want him to learn how to fight until he got bigger, but she was out on a job, and marty reasoned nih needed to be able to defend himself.

so he took him out back to the empty lot behind their building, and taught him his best tricks. the next week, nihlus took out his bully (a krogan kid! who was older and bigger than him!) in one well-placed, full-strength hit.

and then he got a lot fucking bigger, and that came in real useful in the military. saren was real excited about his new student after he came to from their first spar.

General Opinion over said character: he's my babyboy. my sweet baboo. my red velvet husband. a comfort character. i have so many fucking thinks and feels about nihlus goddamn kryik okay

send me a character

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Hey I’d love to commission you for a 6$ (5$ + 1$ for mental health cleaning bonus option) fic. DC universe, Tim and Jason (no slash, platonic) focus where they’re sitting on a rooftop joking around until Tim makes a flippant joke about his life Jason almost killing him at titans tower and Jason taking a breath and telling Tim that he’s important and he’s glad he’s alive.

Also posted here, on ao3, under the title "Optimally Sentimental"! This was such a delight to work on, thank you for commissioning me and for being flexible!

It’s been months since Tim flinched around him.

Jason hasn’t been consciously keeping track, because literally counting physical ticks and bits of Robinly body language is a fast track to Bruce levels of paranoid insanity, but-- yeah. It’s been a good few months since Tim flinched around him, or tensed up when he entered a room, or subconsciously moved to place his back to a wall when Jason walked into a conversation.

It’s also been a few weeks since Jason stopped going out of his way to walk louder, announce his presence by shouting at one brother or another, or otherwise be as obvious as he could. He doesn’t want Tim to be scared around him, yeah, but while Tim was, he was going to be as least of a dick about it as possible.

But it’s been a while, and Jason is proud to report they’ve both let their guard down. This past little bit has been the best it ever has been between them.

They’re even taking missions together. Of their own free will, not because Bruce told them to. And enjoying it.

Tim’s got that faint little flush to his cheeks that he gets when he’s been smiling too much, and he’s squinting his eyes the way he does when he laughs for real (and not the fake little Timothy Jackson heir laugh he perfected at so many galas), and he’s been snipping and sniping prissy little one shots Jason’s way without apologizing.

Peak Tim, in his natural element; a baby bird unafraid of getting shot down.

So when he does tense up, midway between a snark off on which soda brand is better-- “Zesti is the premier shit drink of choice, Jason, even Dick agrees,” which, whatever, if you’re basing an argument over Dick’s questionable tastes, you’ve already lost, and Soder Cola is the most American drink ever made, even Jason can admit that and he’s technically a terrorist-- Jason feels his entire chest go cold.

He thought they were past this.

“I can go.” He says, through suddenly numb lips. It’s cold but not that could, a cool sixty which is practically paradise for Gotham this time of year. It’s not even pissing down rain, though the sky is a gray brick of overcast.

The words float out between them, catching on the mist. The rooftop is damp from an earlier shower.

Tim’s not even looking at him. He’s fiddling around with his scope, hissing under his breath. Jason tries to figure out what he did-- a sweeping arm movement, a too sharp movement? He really hasn’t been watching himself around Tim like he should have been.

You don’t just forget that kind of trauma. God knows Jason hadn’t, when someone had beat the shit out of him in the dark, and he hadn’t even been shot or, fuck, had his throat slit by someone who was supposed to be a friend.

Jason starts to stand.

“What?” Tim looks up, a picture of confusion. “No, what are you being stupid about? The screw fell out of my new lens.” He curses under his breath, glove groping around the rubble of the rooftop. “I cannot believe I didn’t put it back together tightly enough last night.”

Jason’s mouth moves on instinct, the Robinly urge to rib his brother carrying through even when his thoughts are so tangled and confused.

“Did you rebuild that thing again?” He asks. “Damn, give it a few days to see how it functions, would you?”

“If I notice a problem, I’m not going to just wait and fill out a changelog of bugs, Jay.” Tim says absently, waving a hand without looking. His entire back is to Jason now. Jason, slowly and by degrees, relaxes. “Besides, it was an easy enough adjustment.”

Jay, not Jason. Rare enough that one of his brothers indulges in his preferred nickname. Jason himself hardly ever points out that he prefers it, so it’s not like he can blame them.

(Also in fairness, he’d once shot Bruce in the kneecap for pulling out ‘Jaylad’ in the middle of his Pit-induced madness.)

Jason gradually lowers himself back into his sitting position against the roof’s lip. They’re as comfortable as they can be on this kind of stakeout, the orange haze of poisoned daylight on the horizon indistinguishable from sunset. Soon, the ‘working day’ will be through, and they’ll be able to see what the Sionis family is actually doing. They’re supposed to be quiet and cowed with Black Mask back in Arkham, but you wouldn’t know it from the shipping activity on their side of the docks.

“Yeah, I can tell.” Jason scoffs. “You have a back-up kit?”

They all tended to carry replacement parts for their more fiddly gear. Tim, being the most Oracleish of their cohort-- and also the most tech-savvy-- had an entire soldering kit on him or Jason would eat his boot.

“Yes, of course.” Tim says, waspish. “But I don’t need it. I can find this screw.”

“This specific tiny screw.” Jason parrots, amused.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Yeah, okay.

Jason feels the tension fall completely out of his shoulders. Babyest bird is not feeling unsafe, right now; Tim doesn’t get this bitchy around people unless he trusts them.

Random civilians and corporate fuckwits, they get soft-spoken, laughing Timothy Drake. Anyone Tim’s not quite comfortable with-- people he has to impress, like the Justice League-- get the world’s most perfect and efficient Robin. Seriously, it’s terrifying. He wears his competency like a sword and doesn’t bother with a shield.

So, a snarky Tim-- a Tim who lashes out, without regard for if he’ll be hit back-- is a trusting Tim. A comfortable Tim.

“I’m just sayin.” Jason lets a grin surface on his face, in his voice. He wiggles his fingers. Then, actually being helpful: “Hey, maybe try a light?”

“Ugh. Good idea.” Tim flicks on a pen light with careless efficiency, apparently from part of his glove. What the hell.

The light catches on the moist pebbles and occasional shallow puddle, but it does its job; the glint from the tiny screw is enough to find it, and Tim swoops it up with a triumphant sound.

“Ridiculous.” Jason snorts.

Tim pulls a face.

“I don’t want to hear it from you, Mr. My Peripheral Vision Doesn’t Matter as Much As My Aesthetics. At least I can see.”

“The hood had an HUD!” Jason protests, knee-jerk. “I don’t even wear it that much anymore.”

He gestures to his own domino, as bright a red as the bat on his chest.

“Mm, yeah, you definitely didn’t keep wearing it to be petty for, oh, six months.” A snarky little grin, edging into smirk territory.

Jason looks forward to a year from now, where he can not only move openly around Tim, but also smack him playfully. They aren’t there yet-- not like how he can slug Dick in the shoulder as hard as he wants-- but Jason can see it on the horizon.

Instead, he snorts.

“Oh, I know you’re not calling me petty.” He points out, amused.

Tim’s face stops briefly on suspicion before going directly to offended.

“I’m not petty!” He denies. “I’ve never done anything petty in my entire life, ever.”

“That’s a lie,” Jason laughs. “I saw you put decaf coffee into Dick’s stash.”

“That’s for his health.” Tim claims, boldly. “I’m doing him a favor.”

“Yeah, and the fact that you ferried the actual caffeinated coffee you stole into your stash has nothing to do with it.”

“I’m not going to waste it, Jason!” Tim puts a hand to his chest in mock-offense. “If I replace it wholescale, he’d notice, so I switch out a cup at a time.”

“Right.” Jason grins. “And the little fucker who’s stolen all the “R” shaped keys off every keyboard I’ve bought for my safehouses?”

Tim flushed bright red.

“You can’t prove that was me.” He says, immediately, which in their line of work is basically a confession. Also; he knows better than to challenge another detective like that!

Jason starts counting on his fingers.

“Well, it wasn’t me. That’s one Robin out.” And he ignores the pang that claiming that name will always bring him.

“Damian could have done it. He’s a bitch like that.”

Jason tips his head back and laughed.

“You’re more of a bitch. You’ve made bitchiness into an art form.” And he threw Damian under the bus without hesitation, goddamn.

“Dick was a Robin. Just saying.” Tim points out. Yeah, like saying water is fucking wet. Dick wasn’t a Robin, he was the Robin. He was Robin, full stop.

Jason just stares.

“Dick is the only one of us who never stole Robin.” He points out. “And in fact stealing the suit seems to be a right of passage, at this point.”

It doesn’t occur to him that he’s wandering into the biggest trigger between them-- what had been Jason’s biggest trigger, as the furious Red Hood-- until he’s already said it. Fortunately, Tim goes in another direction-- passing the buck down the line, as it were.

“Damian didn’t steal shit.” He huffs, still sour. “Dick gave him that suit right from under me. At least I had to break in and take it.”

He looks up then, apparently sensing the same thing Jason had.

“Oh, uh. I’d say sorry about that, by the way, but you... weren’t using it at the time.” Tim’s face twisted. “Oh, god. No, not that. I’m going to stick with the actual answer that Bruce was going off the fucking deep end at the time and Dick wouldn’t do it.”

Jason just stares.

Tim groans and covers his face with his hands. Jason starts laughing.

“Shut up.” Tim says, but it sounds more like a complaint. Jason laughs harder.

“I can’t hear you, I’m putting the screw back in.” Tim very loudly-- with exaggerating arm gestures-- begins fixing his scope, pointed out the warehouse across from them.

“That doesn’t occupy your ears, Baby Bird.”

“I can’t hear you!” Tim repeats, louder. “I can’t multitask, everyone knows that. Hang on, I’m almost done.”

By the time he sits back, triumphant with his success now that Jason is no longer laughing at his expense, the foot traffic has mostly died down. He points the newly-repaired lens to the beginning of the street.

“I think we’ve got enough for facial recognition.” Tim murmurs, mind back on the business, watching their marks walk up the long, long road in front of the warehouse.

Smile, assholes, you’re on camera.

“Never a good thing when they have this many new contacts.” Jason agrees, eyes tracking the unfamiliar faces who have no business in this part of town.

He brings his own piece up-- yes, designed after the Hood’s perfectly respectable HUD, alright-- to track even more information. Vitals, infrared, even what kind of heat they’re packing.

“Here, look at this.” He offers the binoculars to Tim, who reaches out automatically. Just before they settle in his palm, Jason thinks better of it. He dangles them a foot above Tim’s reach-- not hard, since Tim is almost all the way on the ground looking through his scope, and pretty short anyway.

“Jason.” He complains, not looking away from his lens.

“Since, you know, I’m not using them.”

Tim blanches. Then flushes, hard. He brings a gauntlet up to cover his face again. Low, muffled, his voice sounds out:

“I’m never going to live this down. You should have killed me at Titan Tower.”

It’s like cold water over Jason’s entire body. The arm holding the binoculars falls limp at his side.

“Fuck that.” Jason snarls, and he shouldn’t-- he can’t-- be this angry around Tim, but the smaller Robin doesn’t flinch or even rear back. He just blinks in surprise. Fuck.

“Jason.” Tim says, humor falling all the way away, but Jason-- can’t. He takes a deep breath and turns away.

“Don’t say that kind of shit.” He finally manages, wrestling with the full body horror and memory of Tim’s bones breaking, the glee he felt. Sick, vicious glee.

“Jason. I know that.” Stilted, but not afraid. This, too, is an honest Tim-- the Tim that doesn’t have the right words to say, but doesn’t pause to find perfect ones, afraid of messing up. A trusting Tim.

Jason takes another deep breath and lets him finish.

“I know you weren’t in your right mind. I don’t... hold it against you. Anymore.” Tim manages. And, fuck, is babyest bird seriously trying to fucking apologize? To Jason?

“Are you really trying to apologize for me almost beating you to death?” He asks, flatly. “Just checking. Because that’s insane, Tim.”

Tim bites his lip. Ah, not good. Almost a flinch, but a social one.

“I’m apologizing for bringing it up.” His hands absently hits record on the scope, giving more attention to Jason. “I know you’re... Damn, Jay, I know it fucks with you, alright? Having to remember it.”

“You have to remember it!” Jason says, throwing up both hands-- which, fuck. But Tim doesn’t react, doesn’t so much as lean away from the wild limbs.

“I’ve had worse.” Tim points out, almost-- fuck, distracted, almost as an aside, as a faint beep comes from the scope and he looks down at it. “Honestly...it was a long time ago, Jay. We’re good.”

“We’re good.” Jason repeats in disbelief, remembering the sharp crack of bone. His voice is hoarse.

The worst part is, he wants it to be true. He wants them to be good, wants that easy camaraderie years into the future. Wants to have so many good times between them that they can barely remember the bad.

Then he twinges onto the other half of that sentiment, and wants to shake Tim.

“Wait, you’ve had worse? From me?”

He knew that to be true, of course. Even in the depths of his rage, finding out the little Robin whose throat he casually slit hadn’t been wearing a gorget--because he was allergic to the material and Bruce hadn’t yet synthesized a replacement-- had almost made him physically ill. He’d still been deluding himself, at the time, that he was perfectly in control. That he had chosen every act of violence, that he was being purposeful.

That fuck-up had been one of his first wake up calls that he really, really wasn’t. Even if it was a ‘reasonable’ assumption, he still should have fucking checked. Detectives do their homework, and so what if Dick had worn a gorget, for most of his time out, and so had Jason.

He knew the Robin suit was deceptively well-armored; it only looked like you were defenseless. Shit, even the bare legs were a taunt and a trap; Bruce damn well taught them to defend hits there, and any that got through were still safer than cuts or shots to the torso or head.

So he’d nearly killed Tim with what should have been, if not a love tap, then a mere threat to Bruce and not a serious attempt on Tim’s life. He’d excused the purposeful attempts, of course. At the time, it was only the accidents that bothered Jason-- the perceived lack of control.

He’d shot Tim. He’d snuck into a place where he was supposed to be safe, his home away from home-- and yes, Jason had been bitter at the time that Bruce never allowed him a team, fearful it would turn his second Robin’s head as it did the first’s-- and beat the shit out of him.

And yet something about the way Tim said that he’d had worse...

“From me, right? The other times?” Jason demands. “What do you mean, you’ve had worse?”

Tim makes a caught little sound in his throat, visibly unhappy. His eyes cut to the side.

“Do we have to do this?” He asks plaintively. “It’s not important.”

Not important.

For the first time since conquering the Pit madness, Jason’s vision hazes over a different color. Fear grips him by the throat, almost choking out the anger, but only for a second, because it’s not green that takes him.

He sees red.

Teeth grit, fists clenched so hard he fears he’ll drawl blood, Jason has to fucking count to calm himself down enough to speak. He will not shout at Tim. He will not swing at Tim.

He wants to throttle him, though. Urrgh.

“Jason?” Tim asks, quietly. Concerned. Not afraid. Not scared. Not timid. Leaning towards him, even. As though convinced he’s in no danger at all.

For the first time, Jason wonders if all their so-called progress is just Tim’s distinct lack of self preservation.

Maybe his little brother is too stupid to be afraid.

No, that’s not fair. Tim’s a genius.

He’s just also an idiot.

Jason, in a fit of masochism, had read the kid’s medical file. He’d needed to know every bit of damage he’d done that he could never undo. Since then, he’s familiarized the files of all birds and bird-related bats. Having a working knowledge of what everyone’s got going on-- like, say, allergies to gorget material or their blood types-- is mission goddamn essential in Gotham.

He’s never seen anything about the kid being hurt worse. Which means, of course, not only did the kid not think it was worth mentioning, he went out of his way to hide it. Jason thinks of Tim’s clipped little reports, the bare bones essentials accounting of his own fights with Ra’s Al Ghul, and comes to a conclusion he doesn’t think he likes.

“You--” Jason clears his throat, modulates his tone. He wants to grab Tim by the shoulders, but he can’t. He won’t. Instead he looks across the rooftop and to hell with whatever mission they’ve got going on.

“You listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once.” He manages to keep the growl out, but his voice is deep. Serious. It’s also a boldfaced goddamn lie; he’ll say this as many times as he needs to.

Tim leans in, eyes shocked wide and young beneath his domino. But not scared; still not scared. Good. Jason exhales slowly, maintains that eye contact.

“It was so, so fucked up-- all the things I did to you. I regret them. I’m sorry. But not because I was out of control, and mad with rage. That’s not the part that bothers me.”

Well, not the majority of it.

“Then... what?” Tim’s voice was small. Quiet. But curious and unafraid.

“You, Baby Bird. I could have killed you. I did, in fact, hurt you. That’s the horrible part. You could have died.”

“But, I’m just...” Tim snaps his mouth shut tightly, looking away. He looks haunted, like he’d said exactly what he didn’t mean to. And yep, that’s it for Jason, because fuck all of this.

He’s up and moving before he can even think not to walk like the juggernaut he is, but maybe it is soon enough, close enough to that future, because Tim just watches him with big blinking eyes, waiting to see what he’ll do.

He trusts Jason not to hurt him.

Fuck, but that’s good, so Jason doesn’t hesitate as he yanks his brother into a fierce hug. Better than wringing his scrawny neck, anyway, though it’s not off the table.

Jason wants to shake him.

“You’re not ‘just’ anything. You’re...” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jason forces his voice out around a tight throat. “You’re my brother and I love you. Shit. Your life matters. You matter. I’m so fucking glad you’re alive.”

Tim starts shaking in his arms, but Jason just holds him tighter. It occurs to him that perhaps, somehow, with the shitty way he’s grown up-- shittier, in its own way, than Jason’s own miserable adolescence-- that maybe nobody’s told him this before.

That some of this cavalier disregard for his own importance in their lives-- right from the beginning, when he, an untrained little kid, put on the suit and risked his life because Bruce needed him-- came from having never been told.

Well, Jason would tell him. Jason would tell him a thousand fucking times, if he had to.

He’d show him, too.

It was lucky they were recording the stakeout, because Jason couldn’t be fucked to care about anything for the rest of the night. Oh, they stayed up on that rooftop-- they didn’t leave until dawn, in fact-- but they talked about things more important than the mobsters at the docks.

And two months later, when Jason Todd had been publicly, ‘miraculously returned from his own staged death that was actually a kidnapping’, when he found a copy of his death certificate marked RESCINDED, left out on the kitchen table,Jason knew exactly who to blame for what he saw.

He threw his head back and laughed.

JASON PETE TODD was spelled loudly and in bold on the documents, but it wasn’t a typo. Oh, no.

Tim had stolen the R from his middle name.

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