#also we thought that match was stupid fucking sexy

[elitehoe]

Why is every man speaking for women when it comes to Hangman vs Swerve right now?? Women like deathmatches. Women like gory wrestling. Now shut up and just let us have some fucking fun damn.

[coleskingdom]

Everyday it feels like we are getting reenergized by the Death Match with new photos

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 11 - Mommy Kink]

Pairing: Good Boy!Taehyung x Mommy Dom!Reader

Genre: married life!AU, new parents!AU, CEO!Taehyung

Kinks: sex on the living room sofa, praise kink, nursing handjob, her breasts still produce milk, breast & nipple massage, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering with three fingers, squirting, he eats it uppp, he spits on her pussy to lube her, multiple orgasms for both, sensitive pussy, deep creampie, talks about getting pregnant again, she kneels on the couch so he can fuck her doggy, he is frozen in pleasure and gets used as her pretty dildo <3, suit kink, she holds his tie, gentle hair holding, drooling, he bites her shoulder because of too much pleasure, subby boy tears, he is deep in subspace, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: rope inspo. i wanna start my notes by telling you guys do not expect regular pregnancy content on the blog at all. this is solely for kinktober cause we can be unhinged together. idk what happened but the thought of him helping her get rid of the swelling of her tits did something in me 😶 it was sexy for this story and in this context, but it’s not gonna be something regular on here. okay? okay. now that this is out of the way, here you go anon you finally have your ihyily!tae mommy kink story and it’s very sexy omfg it's so sexy holy fuck idk how to go on from now on 😩 have fun reading, i genuinely was so into it as i wrote it fajdsjf it's so hot holy fuck

Taehyung has been coming home late again. Since the birth of your daughter, he has reduced his hours at work to spend quality time with the family he always dreamed of. Until last week. A huge project has been keeping him in his office until the evening and it has been weighing him down. Not only because it is very stressful to work ten, sometimes more, hours per day but also because it means that he has to stay away from his family. Taehyung hates it. He hates it so, so much, but can’t do anything about it. 

The only thing he can do is be grumpy about it and oh how grumpy he is tonight. He takes off his shoes and coat with a big pout and puts his office bag on the dresser groggily. 

He doesn’t call out for you because it is already late and he doesn’t want to risk waking you. 

You are staying at home entirely for now, enjoying your time with the baby as much as possible. It is difficult and exhausting work, draining you so much that you always end up already fast asleep when Taehyung comes home. Which is another reason why Taehyung hates working late. He doesn’t get to see you all fucking day, can’t eat dinner with you, play with his daughter, let alone talk to you. When he leaves for work, you are still sleeping and when he comes home you are already sleeping. Taehyung hates working long hours and he hates this stupid project and the loneliness he feels. 

He goes straight upstairs, wanting to check in on you before he eats a sad, lonely dinner all alone and sad and alone and sad on the couch. He hates working long hours. 

Taehyung opens the bedroom door carefully, using the light of the hallway to check on your sleeping figure. Except that the bed is empty. 

“Darling?”

The room stays silent. He closes the door and scratches his head in confusion. Where did you go? Taehyung thinks of any possible location in the house, remembering the nursery last. Bear with him, he is very groggy from work. 

He makes his way to the nursery, eyes flitting to the faint lights instantly. He was correct. He increases his steps, heart fluttering unbearably. He hasn’t talked to you in days and now he finally gets the chance. Taehyung feels like a giddy boy who knows he can talk to his crush soon. 

He feels actually lost for air and words when he lays eyes on you.

You are wearing a mint green satin slip with a matching floor-length rope. Delicate lace frames the edges of the garments and little diamonds in the lace glimmer in the dim lights. You aren’t wearing any makeup and your hair is unstyled. Taehyung has never felt so in love with you before, gazing at you as you whisper-sing to your baby daughter. 

She is already sleeping soundly in her crib. You must have come in here to check up on her. 

Taehyung loves you so much. He will take any amount of stress if it means that he can come home to you looking like this. Like the mother of his daughter and the love of his life.

“Darling, I’m home”, he speaks softly.

You lift your head, features instantly lighting up.

“I haven’t heard your voice in days. Tae darling, welcome home”, you say, closing the distance in hasty steps.

Taehyung meets you in the middle with stretched out arms, grasping your soft waist in sync with you grasping his shoulders. You kiss. You kiss like two lovers finally reunited after being separated. You kiss as if you had worried to never see each other again. The kiss ends with Taehyung squeezing your butt softly and you twirling his tie.

“I missed you”, you confess.

“I missed you too. You’re beautiful, darling.”

“You think so? I already had to change because our princess threw up on me.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Mhm, it was nasty at first, but I’m okay.” You scratch your fingers over his undercut at the nape of his neck. “I’m more than okay now that you’re home”, you say, smiling at him goofily. 

Taehyung’s heart flutters. He can’t help but giggle and poke your cheek with his nose.

“Stop flirting with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m shy.”

“That’s why I’m doing it. It’s fun and mommy’s gotta get her entertainment in.”

You are jokingly referring to yourself as mommy, but Taehyung feels tingly because of it nonetheless. His heart skips multiple beats and his knees are wobbly for just a second. Holy moly.

You sigh in contentment, oblivious to his state.

“We should be talking outside. We don’t wanna wake her.” 

“Right. Did mommy put her to sleep already?” he asks to play into the joke, but also to taste the sweetness of the words on his tongue.

You snicker, leading him out of the nursery with your arm around his waist.

“Yeah, mommy did”, you say, closing the door tightly. 

“You’re the best mommy”, Taehyung says, almost moaning the words. He gulps, looking to the side in panic when you don’t notice. He opens his tie a little, taking a deep breath. What is happening to him? Has he really been away from you for long enough that the mere playfulness is enough to turn him on? Is it the arm around him? The hand on his waist? The fingers which played with his tie? Is it your outfit or your natural beauty? Or is it this fucking word? Innocent but tonight it tastes sinful on his tongue. Taehyung doesn’t understand what is happening to him, but he can’t stop it. He craves to be close to you.

“But enough about me. How was your day, darling?” you ask him, oblivious to his racing thoughts. 

“Me? I”, he clears his throat. “Good, I mean, I don’t know. Kinda shit.”

You and he have reached the living room, sitting down on the couch together. You pull your legs up, turning to him so you are facing him. Taehyung glances for a second, having to swallow harshly. You aren’t wearing any panties. You are accidentally exposing yourself to him in this position. You move your arm, flinging the rope over your crotch mindlessly. The view disappears, but Taehyung is left with a scrambled mind. 

You scoot closer and weave your fingers through his styled hair. Taehyung shivers, eyes closing halfway as he gazes at you.

“I’m sorry to hear that you had a shitty day, darling. Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask in a soft and caring voice, eyes focused solely on him. 

Taehyung swears he might whimper any second now. 

“I just have so much to do. I guess, it’s been weighing me down”, he says.

“Of course it has. You’ve been working long hours lately. I was already worried for you.”

“It sucks”, he confesses honestly and pouts, “I only see you two when you’re sleeping, I don’t get to eat dinner with you or talk to you. I’ve been so lonely lately.”

“No, I’m sorry you feel this way. Gosh come here you”, you say and get on your knees to hug him. Your soft, swollen breasts squeeze against his chest. Taehyung takes in nothing else for just a second before his situation sinks in and he melts into your embrace. He buries his face in your neck, eyes closing and arms wrapping around you. You smell so good. He wanted to hold you like this for days. Just with this one hug you heal him of any kind of loneliness he felt and rid him of any pain he ever felt. 

“I’m here now, darling and I’m proud of you. You’ve been working so hard, I just wanna tell you that I’m proud of you.”

Taehyung tears up a little, squeezing you against him. 

“Thank you”, he whimpers. Not many people told him that they were proud of him in the past, but you always do. He always soaks up the praise like a greedy sponge. It feels so good to know that you are proud of him.

“Are you crying?” you gasp.

“No, just finally feeling good. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too”, you say and snicker which lets Taehyung know that you are going to crack a joke next. “Mommy missed you, darling.” 

You giggle mischievously, but Taehyung can’t see any humour in it. He feels fucked, pounded, railed, totally ruined just from this one sentence. If you took him, ripped his clothes off and fucked him violently right here and now, it would basically be the same thing. 

Taehyung twists the fabric of your rope and presses his lips against your soft neck.

“Mommy”, he whimpers. 

You tense up, smile dropping in shock. You know this voice. This is his sub drop voice. Your entire body tingles in realisation, heart skipping way too many beats. Damn your post pregnancy body, you are leaking already.

You test the waters carefully by humming a sound of acknowledgement, holding your breath. 

“Mommy, please take care of me.”

“What?” you breathe. 

Taehyung mewls and kisses your neck sloppily, long fingers digging into the silky fabric of your rope. You sigh, body going up in flames instantly. So this is how his neck kisses feel like. It has been too long since you last felt them.

Taehyung isn’t the only one who has been going a little crazy ever since he is home. You are just a woman and he is the hottest man ever. His dark styled hair, his styled eyebrows, his pretty eyes and his slim, sculpted body in a tailored suit; all of it has been doing their effects on you. You haven’t seen him in days, except in pictures and your dreams, so seeing him tonight all ruffled and ruined from work is doing things to you. His kiss makes you greedy, his body in your fingers almost mad. Feeling his perfect hands roam your torso and his soft lips kiss your neck is doing the rest. 

You are just a woman and he is a man, who knows exactly how to turn you on. 

Taehyung lifts his lips from your neck, brushing them against the shell of your ear.

“I’m going insane. You are so soft, Mommy. So soft”, he whispers and whimpers, tugging on your rope needily. 

You shed it off with a skilled touch, basking in his reaction. He moans, kissing your newly exposed shoulders while his hands grasp your upper back. They are so big and feel so warm. 

He shudders, exhaling shakily.

“Mommy, oh god…”

“Are you okay, baby?” 

“No, I’m feeling so submissive to you. I can’t think straight”, he gets out in a slightly pitched voice. 

“Shit, you’re sexy. Should Mommy take care of you, mhm?”

Taehyung moans, legs squeezing together needily. His cock is twitching in his slacks, soaking the fabric a little. You are into this as well. You are playing into his fantasy. 

“Please”, he begs, needing you like air.

“Mhm, okay. Lie down on my lap, yeah?” 

“Yes, Mommy.” 

You and he get into position. You sit on the sofa with your feet on the ground and he lies his head onto your lap. You caress his hair, smiling down at him.

“There we go. Are you comfy, my pretty boy?”

He nods his head, gazing up at you with a droopy head. He is so deep in subspace right now. So, so deep.

“I love to hear this. You’ve been working so hard, have been so stressed out. Let Mommy make it better again, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy”, he whimpers, falling even deeper.

“And you gotta help me out too. My tits are killing me tonight, they’re so heavy. Can you help me?” 

“Yes please”, he begs, barely seeing you at this point because you are scrambling his brain to the point of a blurry vision.

You smile at him and reach up to tug down the straps of your gown. The silky fabric slips down instantly, exposing your plumped up tits to him. 

Taehyung moans, fucking the air. 

“Go on, they’re all yours.”

Taehyung gathers them in his shaking hands and goes down on them with an open mouth. He trembles, eyes filling with tears. Your nipples are so swollen, sitting heavily on his tongue. He didn’t even realise how much he missed your breasts in his mouth until now. He whimpers, falling oh so deep into subspace that he won’t be able to escape anytime soon. 

You groan in relief, rolling your head back and parting your lips. Your tits were killing you. Even the mere fabric of your dress was painful against your nipples and your skin feels so stretched to its limits. Taehyung’s wet, warm mouth feels like pure heaven. He releases you of so much tension, so much pressure and so much pain that you could honestly cry. 

Taehyung is on a high, running on nothing but your sweet taste. He can’t decide on which side to stay, switching between them over and over again as he gets absolutely lost in you with tears down his cheeks and his cock hurting in his grey slacks. 

You take care of his big (quite literally) problem. With barely open eyes you watch your own hand as you open his belt and slacks with. Taehyung is too lost to notice. He also doesn’t notice when you push the flap of his briefs to the side. He does notice when you take his cock out however.

You pick up a pace instantly, fingers pumping him quickly. 

He sits up slightly in shock, head tilted back and messy mouth agape in a surprised moan. His eyes are widened, staring up at you.

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” you ask him, massaging his heated tip.

Taehyung keens, spilling tears. It feels amazing. Your hand is so warm and so soft. Your touch is placed with so much love. He missed you so much and it feels so good. 

“Of course it does. Relax, yeah? Mommy is gonna relieve you of your pressure too, yeah?”

“Mommy”, he whimpers, dropping on your lap to bury himself back in your soft tits. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. His cock throbs in your fingers, spilling excitement down his shaft. 

You pick it up, using it to jerk him off from the base to his tip. You are spilling down his throat too, feeling on cloud nine from the relief.

“Good boy, that feels amazing”, you praise him. You pick up speed, moving your hand up and down his entire shaft. Now that you finally have him again, you are going to make sure to memorise every single inch of him. Just in case he goes missing again. 

Taehyung whimpers, kicking the pillows. His mouth is so eager in how he sucks your nipples. You are getting so much pleasure from it that it is difficult not to moan each word you speak.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re doing so well for Mommy.”

He can’t really describe how he feels right now, but he knows that he doesn’t want to leave this headspace. He feels safe, that much is sure. He feels horny and pleasured, of course that is a given. But in a sense, he also feels high and far away.  

This isn’t the first time that he gets to help you relieve your breasts of pressure. There is only so much your daughter can eat and only so much you can pump before it gets too much. Taehyung read in some of his countless pregnancy books that some wives like it when their husbands relieve them of the excess milk. He talked to you about it, you tried it and both loved it.

You because it genuinely helps with the soreness and pain and because he is so eager in his feast. Taehyung loves it because he gets to help you and be a good husband. His biggest fear is to end up being like his father, so when he gets to make you happy and help you instead of making you cry, very deep wounds heal on his heart. He loves it because he gets to be a good husband, he gets to be with you and share intimacy with you. And because you taste good.

You taste especially good tonight, making his head pound. Every single fiber in his body is submissive right now, charged in electricity because your touches feel really good.

Taehyung sobs, writhing on the sofa in his very distinct way which lets you know that he is going to orgasm way too soon. You spill on the couch because of it. He is so excited that he needs to climax. What a perfect boy he is.

“Do you wanna cum? Is Mommy making you cum?” you ask him, hand restless around his veiny shaft. 

Taehyung sobs again, kicking his feet helplessly. His cock is so hot and swollen between your fingers, you fear that it might burst like a balloon soon. He is so perfect. 

“You do? Then cum for me, okay? Cum for Mommy”, you encourage him, pumping his tip quickly.

Taehyung whimpers loudly, fulfilling your wish. He arches off the pillows, fingers dimpling your back as he grips you for support. His cock throbs angrily, shooting his cum all over his shirt and tie. 

He sobs into you. He was in so much agony, he felt so bad and stressed and lonely. He was so sad. All of this built up in his stomach as painful pressure and you are releasing him off it. This one orgasm is healing him and it feels so good that he has to sob.

You moan with him, soaking up the view like a starved woman. You missed him so much. You missed how he shakes and writhes. You missed how his cock is so pretty when it squirts cum. And you missed how he is gripping whatever he gets a hold of.

“You’re so pretty when you cum. So pretty for Mommy”, you coo, pumping his tip needily. You know that he isn’t climaxing anymore, but you need more. So much more.  

Taehyung reaches down hastily, pushing you away. He has had enough. You let off of him, caressing his twitching thighs instead. You need more, but need to hold back. It is so difficult. You want him so bad.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him, trying to sound as normal as possible.

He pants and gulps for a few moments, clearly needing time to get back to you. His eyes open first, glassy and foggy they stare up at you.

“I’m sorry”, he croaks.

“For what?”

“I came too quickly. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s okay, baby. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, so much”, he pouts, “thank you, Mommy.” 

“Hm, you’re welcome, cutie”, you say and boop his nose with a snicker.

He soaks up the sound like an addict, gazing up at you. He loves you so much. 

“I don’t want this to end”, he confesses. 

“Me neither, but you’re soft.”

“I’ll eat you out, please.”

You writhe, biting down on your lower lip. You whimper your consent, nodding your head. 

Taehyung rolls off the couch, not bothering to stuff his cock inside his slacks nor to clean up. He falls right between your legs, kneeling between them like a worshiper would before his goddess. He gazes up at you, drooling at this point.

“I saw your pussy when you sat down”, he confesses, eyes switching between your face and your exposed tits. They’re wet because his sucking made them leaky. 

“Sorry?” you gasp.

“Your pussy. You’re not wearing any panties. I saw.”

“You did?” 

“Yes, Mommy”, he whimpers.

“Well fuck”, you chuckle and open your legs, tugging the dress up your butt so you were completely exposed, “no need to hide then.”

Taehyung groans, tongue dripping drool as he gawks at you like a hungry dog. 

“Whenever you’re read-” 

He interrupts you by burying his face in your pussy with a hungry growl. He doesn’t waste any time going slow, lapping up your sweet nectar greedily. 

You moan, dropping your head on the edge of the backrest and burying your hand in his hair. You lift your legs, placing them over his shoulders. He supports them by wrapping his arms around them, hands spreading out on your inner thighs. 

“That’s it, holy fuck”, you moan, toes curling in ecstasy. You have been incredibly sensitive ever since you gave birth. One night you even confessed to him that you worried something was wrong with you because his touch felt so good to you. Taehyung called a doctor the next day who told him that this could happen and shouldn’t be reason for concern unless it becomes uncomfortable. When Taehyung then proceeded to ask what he could do to help, the doctor told him that the answer would be inappropriate but that Taehyung knows exactly what to do as your husband and to do it right. You laughed so hard when he confessed the phone call to you and how the doctor basically told him to just fuck you right. But that night, you soon couldn’t laugh anymore when Taehyung followed the doctor’s orders and fucked you so goddamn right. 

Ever since then, Taehyung has been practically insane in his skills, regularly bringing you to the point of a liquid brain and a wobbly body. Tonight is no different. He uses his entire mouth on your pussy, switching between licking and sucking every inch of you. He also switches between your clit and your folds, sometimes lingering on your entrance as well. 

“Tae more”, you beg during a moment he pulls his tongue away from your leaking hole. He lifts his head for a moment, checking for consent. You are blissed out, leaky tits heaving up and down and face glowing in bliss. Taehyung moans. 

He looks back at your pussy, gathering his saliva so he could spit on you. He picks up the slick, stuffing it into your pussy a moment later as he buries three of his fingers inside your swollen walls. You arch off the sofa, twisting his hair just enough that there is a tug present but no pain. Taehyung doesn’t like pain and you never disrespect this limit, even if he is currently making you see stars.

“Holy fuck Taeeeee….” 

Taehyung connects his sloppy mouth with your clit again, fucking his fingers out of you vigorously.

You practically curl up into a ball, thighs against your chest and ankles crossed. He is too good. You can’t handle the pleasure any other way.

“I can’t breathe, Mommy”, he lulls against you.

“Fuck, sorry, ahm.”

Weakly, you unravel yourself again, putting your feet on his shoulders and your own hands on his own thighs to force your legs to stay open. You grip your own flesh a second later when Taehyung fucks his fingers into you quickly, flicking his tongue over your clit just as quickly. He moans as he does it, forcing a loud noise of pleasure out of you. 

Your toes grip his shoulders, your nails leave imprints on your thighs. 

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, you chant, seeing entire galaxies. 

Taehyung mewls and growls, spitting on his fingers hastily before his tongue dances on your clit again. The slip is so wet and messy. He doesn’t have his palm facing up, but sideways, allowing his long fingers to go so deep that you honestly feel stuffed to the brim. 

You can’t do this. Taehyung isn’t the only one who had too much pressure built up in his stomach. 

“I’m cumming”, you croak, breaking apart a second later. “Tae! Ah!”

Taehyung moans, swallowing your orgasm hungrily. He moves his fingers and tongue just right, helping you ride out the blissful warmth until you tell him to stop.

With shaking knees, he climbs onto the couch again. You don’t change position, letting him kneel on the pillow with one leg while the other was still on the floor. 

You kiss messily, sloppily. He tastes like your squirt, you taste like bliss. You are both gone, moaning and gulping each other up as best as possible. Going days without talking nor seeing each other was torture. Going even longer without sex is literally the reason why you are acting like animals right now. 

“I need you to fuck me”, you break the kiss, hands on the nape of his neck. 

“Yes, Mommy. Please.”

“Good boy, do it.”

Taehyung nods his head vigorously and stands up. He takes off his pants and briefs, but keeps his ruined shirt on. You get into position in the meantime, kneeling on the couch with your stomach against the backrest and your butt facing him. 

He moans at the view but doesn’t acknowledge it any further because he is too needy for you. You look at him over your shoulder, grabbing his tie to tug him closer.

“You’re mine. Mommy’s pretty boy.”

“Holy fuck, Mommy”, he moans, spilling submissive tears. His chest melts with your back, his arms cage you in as he lets you pull him into a kiss. His right hand is on your stomach at first, caressing it, but soon slips to your exposed tits to knead them eagerly. He has one knee on the sofa and the other foot on the floor. You moan and mewl, tongue kissing him back eagerly while your left hand dances down to align his newly hardened cock with your dripping pussy. Once he is, you push your hips back, swallowing him whole. 

The kiss breaks because Taehyung broke it in a submissive moan, swollen lips pressing against your cheek. 

“That’s it. Filling up Mommy so well…”

“Mommy…”

“So pretty, you sound so pretty when you call me that.”

He bottoms out. You instantly begin rutting into him, fucking his cock fast and sloppily.

His right hand slips from your tits, gripping the backrest as well. His normally deep voice comes out a high-pitched whimper, face dropping into the crook of your shoulder. 

He drives you mad. You drop your head to the front, twisting his grey tie. It feels so good to fuck yourself on him. He is such a good dildo. The way his cock curves is so perfect for positions like tonight’s. You are getting stimulated at the deepest spots, making you wish that he could fucking live in you. 

Taehyung is a mess behind you, drooling on your shoulder and spilling constant tears of pleasure. He knew that he missed you, that the long hours in his lonely office made him needy, but he wasn’t aware of how bad it actually was. He knows that he should be moving his hips right now, but he can’t. He is frozen in too much pleasure, reduced to serve as your dildo to fuck yourself on as he tries not to pass out in the process.

“Good boy, good fucking boy. Mommy’s good boy”, you chant, riding on a literal high. 

“Mommyyy”, he keens, throbbing inside you. 

“Soo good. Touch my clit.”

Taehyung obeys, moaning with you as you tighten around his cock.

“Good boy, ah!” you throw your head back, fucking him faster. The position you find yourself in, makes your tits naturally hang over the edge of the sofa. They are hurting from not being touched.

“Actually, changed my mind. Touch my fucking tits. They’re so heavy.”

Taehyung obeys instantly, holding your swollen tits in his big hands. 

“Good boy. Fuck yes, hold Mommy’s heavy tits. Fuck baby…”

Taehyung bites your shoulder, hips stuttering as your words make them work against his will. No wonder he got you pregnant. Taehyung always forgets how good you are at sex and how much power you have over him until he is balls deep inside you and you literally ruin him. No wonder you managed to get yourself pregnant on him, when you fuck like this it is bound to happen that Taehyung nuts in you as deep as his seed can go and it actually fucking works. There is no way around it. 

“Mommy, it’s too much”, he sobs.

“Too much? Need a break?” 

“No. No, just too much. Too good. Aaah.” 

“Mmh so good. Mommy’s so proud of you, baby. You’re fucking me so well”, you praise, fingers rubbing your clit vigorously. 

“I have to cum again, Mommy.”

“Don’t hold back, fill me up.” You encourage him with clenches of your walls. “Make me a Mommy again.”

Taehyung breaks instantly, and with such utter need that he accidentally pins you against the sofa to rut into you. The praise you wanted to moan gets knocked out of you, loud wails replace it. Your eyes go cross, your limbs shake. He is fucking you just right, making your walls tremble as he fills them with his creamy cum. 

He wants to slow down afterwards but you stop him with a yelp.

“Don’t stop! I’m close!”

Taehyung somehow growls and whimpers at the same time, hands kneading your tits to the point they leak against their will. His cock aches, but he can’t stop. Not when his beautiful, soft wife is so close to an explosive orgasm. He knows how sensitive you are, how much sex you need, how he had neglected you unwillingly. He needs to serve and please and submit to your pleasure to finally make up for what you had to miss out on.

“Mommy, my cock is so sensitive. Oh god Mommy”, he is still whining about his condition, crying into your shoulder. 

“Soon. Soon. Please harder. Everything.”

Taehyung understands. He bites your shoulder again, speeding up his hips as he slams his cummy cock into your creamed walls repeatedly. He squeezes your tits harder, rubbing your swollen nipples between his fingers vigorously. 

“Tae!” you scream, breaking apart simultaneously. It feels so good that you can’t tell if it started in your pussy, in your clit or in your nipples. All you know is that it makes you writhe and shake and sob because you haven’t had this kind of orgasm in so long. Taehyung fucks you through it, seeing light as he fears for his life. He keeps going despite all that, fucking you so good that have to squirt a second time, soiling his legs and the sofa with it. 

“Urgh woah”, you let out once then give up, dropping into the backrest which forces his cock to slip out of you. You spill his cum instantly, groaning in relief. 

Taehyung drops beside you into the sofa, burying his hands in his hair to twist it in disbelief. He can barely even breathe. What the fuck was this?

You pant next to him, feeling shocked as well. 

It takes the two of you a while to recover from what just happened. The sex was just too intense and your bodies are too broken. 

You are the one to end the forced silence.

“Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know”, he whispers.

You and he turn your head slowly, locking eyes. 

“I think I can’t move.”

“Me neither.”

You break first, Taehyung follows, showing you his prettiest boxy smile as he laughs with you wholeheartedly. You manage to get out of your trance as you laugh, falling into each other’s arms to hug.

“This was actually insane”, you say.

“Yeah, oh god, I can’t believe you let me call you Mommy.”

“Not gonna lie that was like super hot and sexy. I don’t know what this says about me. Or us for that matter.” 

“That we’ll do it again one day?”

You lift your head to meet his gaze. He is giving you the cutest puppy eyes ever. 

“Mhm definitely.” You cradle his flushed cheek, caressing his heated skin. “You’re actually the cutest and hottest man at the same time. I think I might be pregnant again just because you’re so sexy.”

He laughs, eyes glimmering shyly.

“Don’t say that”, he mumbles, playing with his own hair giddily. 

“I mean it. Gosh you, you’re the best. Mwuah”, you say, giving him a big smooch. 

He giggles, kicking his feet happily. You giggle with him, hugging him against your chest. 

“You also seriously helped me with my tits. I thought that they would burst tonight.”

He hums, closing his eyes as he seeks your scent and rubs your back.

“I love helping you. Knowing that I can relieve some of that pressure is all I want.” 

“You are helping, so much.” 

You and he share a nice silence where you hug each other. It is so healing to be with each other. You love each other so much. 

Taehyung’s rumbling stomach breaks the silence. You lift your head, meeting his embarrassed gaze.

“Are you hungry?” 

“Did you hear my stomach?” 

“Loud and clearly.”

Taehyung pouts, and huffs out air, “I haven’t eaten since lunch. I’m so hungry.” 

“That’s not good. Luckily for you, Misses Choi made dinner before she left. Come on, we’ll clean up and then eat it together.”

“Really?” he gasps, eyes lighting up at the aspect of finally having dinner with you again.

“Of course. We have so many lost dinners to make up for and I’m hungry again. I’m always hungry lately.”

Taehyung giggles, letting you pull him to his feet so he could follow you to the bathroom hand in hand. 

He came home grumpy tonight, but even the concept of this emotion is gone from his heart now that he can finally be with you again. Oh he is going to cuddle you so, so good tonight.

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - BAR

A/N: It took me some time, but here we go again. Chapter Seven, my friends. Just something stupid, fun.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: It's a fun night out at a bar.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Six

LOGAN HOWLETT - BAR

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. When was the last time she dressed up and put on make-up? She couldn’t recognise herself in the mirror. Since she came to the school, she would wear simple outfits and almost any make-up. Tonight, she wanted to look nice and make an impression on the people. Hell, she desired to catch Logan’s eyes. Honestly, she would catch his eyes even without all those things.

White blouse, dark blue jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket - this was her style. She put her hair into a high ponytail. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at herself in the mirror. It felt like lifetimes since she felt this confident and sexy. Damn, even the drawn cat-eye looked good. 

She winked at herself in the mirror and then glanced at her phone. Yes, they’d given her a phone. It was time to head out. She put it into the back pocket of her jeans. Before leaving, she had to check herself one more time just to be sure everything was perfect. 

To her surprise, she didn’t see any familiar faces. Usually, the students would walk around the school at this hour and hang out. Some noises came from the kitchen or the TV room. She didn’t recognise JJ’s voice. Maybe he was in his room.

Y/N made a mental note to spend more time with the boy. She didn’t keep her promise when she told him she’d come to him before the accident happened. 

“Well, look at you,” said a voice beside her. 

Y/N jumped, gasping. She was ready to hit the man in his face. “Jesus, Peter,” she glared at him. “You scared me, you ass,” she punched him in the shoulder. He could have easily dodged it, but he decided to not use his ability and laughed it off. 

“You get scared easily, Y/N. You should work on that,” he winked at her. “Can I walk with you?” he raised a brow. 

“You already are, so why ask?” she grinned at him. 

They walked out of the school and headed to the main entrance gate. Peter kept his hands behind his back. He had silver aviator goggles on top of his head that matched his silver jacket. “So, Y/N, what is your weirdness? You know about mine. I want to know about yours.” 

That made her laugh. “Nice way of saying it. I have, uh, protective abilities?” 

“You ask, or you know?” 

She glared at him playfully. “I know. I wasn’t sure if that description was correct. Let me put it this way - I can create and manipulate forcefields.” 

“Nice.” That was his only comment. “So, you have a codename?” 

“What?” she raised a brow. 

“You know, like Scott is Cyclops. Logan is Wolverine. I am Quicksilver,” he explained. “Do you have any name you go by?” 

Wheels were turning inside her head. “No,” she said. “I never thought about it, actually. Do I need one?” Was it necessary to have a codename? Holy shit, Logan was called the Wolverine? She could see why. It suited him well. 

“That’s up to you, I guess.  Okay, changing the topic - how long have you been here?” 

“Over a month,” she replied. “It’s been a hell of a ride. What about you?” 

He thought about it. “It’s been over a decade. I love this place, to be honest.” 

They slowly approached the main gate. They could see some people standing there, talking. Y/N was sure Logan was not there. “You took a break or something?” 

Peter nodded. “I needed some time off. It was all overwhelming. Charles granted me a lengthy vacation. I took a break, travelled the States, and here I am, ready to work again.”

Storm, Kitty and Kurt were the first three there, chatting. Y/N felt some excitement building inside of her. It was nice being a part of something bigger and better. Both Storm and Kitty were great women and friends. Were they friends? God, she hoped so. The last three to arrive were Bobby, Logan and Rogue. Rogue and Logan were squabbling. She couldn’t hear what it was about until she heard: “Let it fucking go, Rogue.” 

She had to chuckle. What got Logan so worked up? 

“Let’s fucking go, people,” Peter called them.

Thus, a thirty-minute walk to the bar started. Rogue linked arms with Y/N, and they walked ahead of everyone. Her arms were covered with gloves that hid under the denim jacket. That way, she could touch the other woman without fear of hurting her.

“Isn’t it annoying?” Y/N asked her. 

“The gloves? Yes, a little bit. Luckily, I can touch Remy without them,” she said with a smile. “He’s the only person that I won’t hurt. I don’t know how it is possible, but I don’t care. What matters is that I can touch the person I love.” 

“What if you subconsciously learnt to not hurt him?” Y/N thought out loud. “I can shut my brain from the Professor. I don’t know how, but I do it. Well, I might have already figured it out.”

They talked together the entire way to the bar. Rogue wouldn’t let anyone speak to Y/N. She wanted to have her for herself and get to know the woman better. 

Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her back the whole time. She suppressed the urge to turn around and look at Logan. She was more than sure it was him staring at her. It kept happening until they arrived at the empty bar. 

It looked like an old dive bar. Country music was playing in the background. An older-looking man was standing behind the bar, cleaning glasses. He had short white hair and glasses on his nose. When his grey eyes found a group of mutants at the door, he smiled. 

“Welcome, friends,” he greeted them with a raspy voice. “I was wondering when I will see you again. Come, sit. Ah, I see a new face here,” his lips crooked into a smile. 

Rogue grabbed Y/N by the shoulder and brought her closer to the man. “This is Y/N,” she said happily. “She’s been with us for some time now.” 

“Nice to meet you,” said Y/N, shaking hands with the man. 

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” he asked. 

“A beer would be nice, thank you,” she replied with a smile. They told her the owner was a mutant. What was his mutation? 

Rogue took her to the table where the rest of the people were seated. Y/N sat next to Storm, right opposite Logan. Rogue sat by the man’s side. 

It felt like a friendly gathering. The atmosphere was inviting. It’s been years since Y/N felt safe in a group. They were all like her, unique and not criminals. When Y/N’s eyes travelled around the table, her soul got warmer and relaxed. A gentle smile appeared on her face. She listened to Bobby talk about his day. The teens got on his nerves today. 

“In case you haven’t heard,” Storm interrupted him. “Y/N will become the newest English and Literature teacher.” 

“No kidding!” Rogue shouted excitedly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

All eyes were on her now. “I asked the Professor today,” she explained. “I don’t know. I simply didn’t. I kind of forgot, I guess.” 

“Another smartass,” Logan commented. 

“Aren’t you one, too?” Y/N glared at him, her lips turning into a grin. “Listen, I asked if he’d need an English teacher, and Charles said yes. I’m glad that I would be able to repay him at least a little.” 

The bartender brought them a tray of beers. They all grabbed one. Y/N put the drink to her lips and took a sip. Then another one. Before she knew it, she drank the whole glass in one go. She burped a little and smiled. “Damn, that was a good beer.” When her eyes lifted from the empty glass, everyone stared at her. Some had their mouths open, and others were impressed. “What? It’s been years.” 

“You’ll be out before you know it,” Bobby warned her. “Be careful.” 

“So,” Rogue clapped her hands. It got everyone’s attention. “Since we are all here, let’s get more information about Y/N.” 

“Oh, no,” Y/N hid her face in her hands.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Storm nudged her shoulder. “We want to know everything about you. Let’s start with the basics. Tell us something interesting about yourself. For example, I like gardening.” 

Y/N peeked at Storm, raising a brow. “That’s quite shocking. I could never picture you in a garden, on your knees and covered in dirt.” 

“The more you know. Now, it’s your turn.” 

“Ah,” Y/N sighed and thought about her life. “I used to attend guitar lessons,” she said after a while. “My parents made me take guitar lessons. That was years ago. I don’t think I remember anything.” 

“At least someone who’s not tone-deaf,” Peter commented. “I can’t listen to some of you singing off-key.” 

“I’m saying I played the guitar, not that I can sing,” Y/N corrected him. 

“It’s still the same,” Peter shrugged. 

“Anything else?” Storm asked. 

Y/N’s eyes moved around the place. She found darts and a pool table farther away. “Nothing is interesting about me,” she said. “I’m going to get another beer. Anyone want anything else?” she asked them. 

Y/N’s eyes fell on Logan’s empty glass, and she raised a brow. Their eyes locked. It was a silent plea to save her from the interrogation. “I’ll go with you,” he said. 

They walked from the table and straight to the bar. Logan ordered them more beer. He leaned against the wooden counter, elbows resting on it. “Everyone is curious about you,” he commented. 

“I hate that,” she sighed. “It’s like going to a confession. They all get information, and I get nothing out of it. It makes me nervous. I feel like the least interesting person here.” She turned her body to him. “Back in the day, when I started high school, this was a nightmare. People wanted to know everything to convince themselves that their lives were more interesting than others.” 

Logan’s eyes travelled around her body until they landed back on her face. “True,” he shrugged. “But here, people are genuinely curious and want to know you. You are part of the team, you know?” 

“It feels forced,” said Y/N. 

The bartender handed them beers, and he winked at Y/N. She chuckled at that. He wasn’t too discreet about the flirting. Then again, she didn’t mind. 

Her eyes landed on the pool table again. “Listen. Do you want to play?” she pointed with her head. 

Logan turned to look at it and then back at her, smirking. “Not only do you want me to kick your ass during training. You also want to lose playing pool?” 

“Is that a threat I hear in your voice? I will beat you,” she threatened with a finger.

“Only one way to find out, princess,” he grabbed his beer. “We’ll have a game, Stan,” Logan said to the bartender. 

Storm and Kitty watched them walk around the pool table and play. They both had grins on their faces, squabbling here and there. “They are so blind,” Kitty whispered to Storm.

“Let them have this dance,” Storm whispered back. “Five bucks, they’ll end up together by the end of the month.” 

“I’m giving them a week,” Bobby joined on the bet. 

Y/N held the billiard cue tightly in her hand. Logan was the one who started the game. They flipped a coin, and he won. Logan got himself solids while Y/N remained with the stripes. When he screwed up his move, it was time for her to play. The last time she played pool was years ago. It was a game she wasn’t able to master. All she could do was to try and have a good time. 

She sank one of her balls and moved to another one. She leaned over the table, placed the cue on the table and focused. There weren’t any good shots for her. Therefore, she had to play something and try. 

Logan stood next to her and laughed. “Your stance is wrong,” he said. He reached for her hand and brought it higher on the cue. 

His body was oh so close to her, and Y/N forgot how to breathe. She could smell the cigars, a heavy man’s cologne and something musky. When he pulled away, his hand brushed against her lower back. It made her hit a ball that sank one of his solid balls. “Shit,” she cursed. 

Logan’s howling laughter echoed around the bar. “You really want me to win, princess.” 

“You are distracting me,” she frowned at him when she straightened her stance. She reached for her beer and drank from it. 

Her eyes were stalking him, watching his every move. When did he light up a cigar? He held it between his lips while he played his turn. Y/N huffed. She took off her leather jacket and threw it on the nearest chair. Then, she fixed her blouse and popped open the highest button to show some cleavage. If he could distract, so could she. 

He sank two other balls when the third try was unsuccessful. “Fuck,” he growled. 

Y/N snickered. She walked to the table and scanned her stripes. This round sucked. There was nothing good to play. She sat at the edge and held the cue behind her back. 

“You won’t be able to make it,” Logan stared at the scene. “It’s a difficult move, kid.” 

Y/N exhaled and hit the red stripe ball perfectly. “Ha!” she shouted happily when the ball sank. “Did you see that?” 

Logan smiled at her and rolled his eyes. “Go on, it’s still your turn,” he goaded her. “Show me what else you can do.” He took a drag of the cigar.

Y/N felt confident. Even though she was three balls behind, she started to believe she could win. She gave him a smug face as she walked around the table, trying to find another good shot. It was all fun and games. When she brushed past him, Logan wanted to grab her by the neck and bring her lips to his. He only took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away. 

Y/N leaned over the table and hovered the cue on the table. There was one ball that had the potential of being taken down. She took a deep breath. Again, Y/N felt Logan’s eyes on her body. She started burning up. With this knowledge, she hit the white ball, and with some dumb luck, she managed to sink the black eight ball. 

“No!” she shouted, horrified. 

Logan’s roaring laughter brought everyone’s attention. “Holy shit,” he placed a hand on his belly. “You did not!”

Y/N leaned against a wall and hid her head in her arms. “What the fuck was that?!” she shouted, pissed. 

Laughter came from the table where the rest of the people sat. They saw what happened. “Oh, Y/N, no,” Kitty gasped, laughing. 

“I’m never playing this dumb game again,” Y/N made a dramatic announcement. “Oh my god,” she pushed from the wall and turned around. She noticed all eyes on her. “Listen,” she blushed. “I am talented. I am the best there is. I should stick to drinking,” she said ironically. 

“Hey, hey,” Logan walked to her and put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. “If you’d like, I can also kick your ass while playing darts,” he teased. 

She glared at him. “Very funny,” she shook off his hand and went to get her beer. “I will kick your ass when we have the next training session,” she threatened. Once she got to her beer, she went back to him. “I will find a way to burn all your clothes.”

Logan tilted his head and grinned. “If you want to see me without clothes, all you need to do is ask.” 

“Is that a challenge?” she looked into his eyes and wiggled her eyebrows. “Think twice, or you might regret it.” And then, she drank the rest of her second beer in one go. “Refill?” 

He snorted. “You’ll get drunk, princess.” 

“Well, you only live once, right?” she shrugged and walked to the bar to order another beer. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. Everyone talked and laughed. Y/N wasn’t interrogated as she was at the very beginning. Bobby told her about the students and what to expect from them. Kitty added some of her funniest memories and challenges as a teacher. Storm included what to do when the school is under attack.

“It happens,” she said. “Not often, but at least once a year.” 

Before they knew it, Y/N was on her fifth beer and feeling it. Her face was burning, the world spinning, and she could feel it in her veins. Her voice got louder, and words went flying out of her mouth.

“I love my life,” Y/N said out of nowhere. Some giggles spread around. “Everything’s good, you know? I have a place to sleep, food to eat, and amazing friends,” she said with a wide smile. “I fucking hope we are friends.”

“Of course we are,” Bobby nodded.

“No more beer for you, young lady,” said Peter. “By the way, how is it possible to get drunk from beer?” 

She took a big, dramatic breath. “Let me tell you a short story, my friend. When you are locked up for years, barely able to eat and an involuntary abstainer, you can get drunk easily.” 

More laughter followed. “Take it easy, girl,” Storm patted her shoulder. 

Y/N stood up from their table. “I’m going outside to take a breather and clear my head.” She tripped over her feet but managed to stand tall. “It’s the floors,” she blamed it. 

The midnight air was cold. Y/N walked outside without her leather jacket. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes. Getting drunk was not the plan. On the other hand, the beer tasted good. It eased her nerves. Walking around Logan got easier the more she drank. That fucker was such a tease. 

Y/N let her hair loose and put the elastic band between her fingers. She let her hair fall over her shoulders and face. 

How would his lips feel against mine? Where did that question come from? Her mind was racing miles. All she could see was Logan’s face and those lips she wanted to taste. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. 

“You okay, kid?” 

She sighed. Of course, Logan would be the first one to check up on her. It was nice. But it brought back all those impure thoughts. 

“I’d like another beer,” she said to him. 

“Go get some. But I’m warning ya, I’m not the one carrying ya back to the school.” 

“I’m not asking you to,” Y/N winked at him. When she took a step, she almost tripped again. Sighing, she said, “Seriously, what is with the floor?” 

“Y/N, you are drunk,” said Logan. “The floor is fine. Also, you are outside, so there is ground under your feet. I think it’s time to go back to school.” 

“You are right,” she nodded and yawned. “I’m going to get my jacket. I’ll head back to school. You guys have fun.” Y/N wanted to walk inside to get her belongings. However, Logan stopped her. Y/N was about to protest, but she noticed he already had her jacket. “How did you get that? You are not the one who can run fast. That’s Peter.” 

Logan was a bit annoyed when she mentioned his name. He put the jacket around her shoulders. “Come on, princess. Let’s get ya home.” 

“You are coming with me?” she looked up at him, confused. “Why?”

“You think I’m letting you walk there alone in this state? Come on, Y/N, I’m not leaving you when you are drunk and barely able to walk on your own.” 

A bright smile appeared on her face. “Aw, you are my knight in shining armour,” she sang. 

[payidaresque]

MAJOR TROP S2 FINALE SPOILERS BELOW (i'm too excited not to share my thought)

While some of the theories we made didn't prove to be true (honestly, i never believed they would) I LOVED THE FINALE SO MUCH. Cause i got everything i expected from it and more!!

Got an epic fight that didn't last 10 minutes but almost HALF OF THE EPISODE (THANK GOD)

he really didn't want to harm her at first, JUST as i expected here, he was just being defensive at first. And the rest just happened in the heat of battle (which of course doesn't justify everything sauron did but hey, what did u expect? he's evil after all)

And while i do believe he used his Halbrand form to manipulate her (again, very much expected knowing who he is), i also believe that what Sauron said here is true — the way he paused before saying it and the way he looked at her tells me that he was actually being sincere. what he would've gained from saying it, manipulation wise? Sauron is not stupid, surely he understands that Galadriel would not fall for it (and she didn't) which kinda brings me to a simple conclusion that he said it because he wanted to say it

also, this was both sexy and twisted of him omg????? totally Sauron move, i love it!! I did NOT expect that

as for "proving his love for her", i actually think he did, in his own way?

because he could end her right there and just take the ring (rip adar and brimby btw, you will be missed 😔), but he didn't? even more so, i believe that if Galadriel didn't attack him first there, he wouldn't attack her back. As fucked up as Sauron is, Galadriel is still on his mind

And goddamn it he meant what he said. And again, she knows who he is, she knows his tricks, so he wouldn't gain anything by saying it, which again means, that it is indeed his desire: not just to rule, but to rule with her. he'd make the whole world worship her (which, again, is basically his way of saying he loves her)

and again, why didn't he just kill her and take her ring? what was the need of standing and looking at her like that? why try to presuade her, when he has no problems with taking what he wants by force? the answer is: because she is Galadriel. Because they are connected to each other and he feels it with every fibre of his immortal being. His expression is not even angry her, or creepy, like a few minutes ago, he's just... gazing at her.

even more so, here

he actually got scared when she fell, he even tried to reach for her hand to stop her for falling (and before u say anything — no, i don't think it was because of the ring — he could retrieve it any other time from anyone else as no one else for him is a match for him but Galadriel — it's her he got scared for. I'm convinced of it)

As for the mataphorical "fall of Galadriel" — well i hoped for it, but i never believed it would actually happened because of how Galadriel is (Also, Brimby's monologue from 2x07 with her kinda killed all my hopes for it so). However, i think s3 has a lot to explore, so i'm leaving a little bit of hope there)

i have many other thougts i can't process right now and i might share them later, but overall, i think the episode was GREAT! Charlie and Morfydd did wonders once again, watching them on screen is such a treat. I love them both so much!! I also might make a separate post about Charlie's and Charles' Edwards scenes were phenomenal, and I will miss Brimby dearly because of Charles' breathtaking acting

To conclude: I, personally, is fed well enough for it to last for the upcooming 2 years. Oh, and also: l'oreal paris — because you're worth it. Oh, and one more thing: he used Halbrand form because he knows that Galadriel feels for him too, and her first reaction proved it (an ass move by the way).

[its-time-to-write]

hello! First thing first, I want to say how much of a good writer you are, I hope you know this 💕 second I have this idea of reader and Jamie dating, but nobody knows. One day reader is in the coaches room and starts yawning and Roy is like what's that 🤨 (something similar to that scene with beard after he gets back with jane) and reader answers with "you have been waking me up everyday at 4 am" or smt like that and this is how everyone finds out. I know you have already written something like this but I thought it was cute, so feel free to ignore

this was cute. you were right.

coffee at midnight

Neither you nor Jamie exactly decided to keep your relationship a secret.

“It’s not a secret, it’s private, babe,” Jamie insists. You just roll your eyes.

But like, it is private.

That means no instagram posts, no public dates, and no unasked opinions. It also means that Jamie gets a Polaroid camera (“so we don’t get hacked, babe,”), plans dates in his giant house, and keeps fans’ noses out of your relationship.

It also, also means that Roy Kent doesn’t know you’re in Jamie’s bed every morning when he knocks on the door loud enough to wake the dead.

You’re a week into these shenanigans, and you’re not sure how much longer you can handle it. You’ve barely been at Nelson Road for an hour, but you’ve yawned more than you’ve spoken. Jamie’s been sending you apologetic looks every time he passes you in the hall, but now the entire team is in the weight room as you bring the coaches their coffee.

You place Roy’s in front of him and he asks, “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

You glare. “Nothing. That’s rude to ask, anyway. I’m-” you pause to yawn- “fine.”

Ted looks between you and Roy. “Normally I’d side with the lady on this one, but you look dead on your feet. You been sleepin’ okay?”

“Yes,” you reply shortly. “I’ve been sleeping fine. I just don’t get a lot of it these days.”

“That sounds decidedly un-sexy,” Trent calls from his desk.

You snarl, “It isn’t,” then realize that Trent is undeserving of your anger. “I’m sorry. I’ve been getting like five hours of sleep every night this whole week. Me and my boyfriend just moved in together and we both talk like way too much. So we usually don’t fall asleep until late.”

The room fills with whistles and hoots from Ted, Beard, and Trent. Roy is stoic as always.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Ted grins. “What’s his name?”

You hesitate. You’re pretty sure Jamie would be okay if you told Ted, but you’re not sure you really want to. You let the silence stretch on for a beat too long, and Trent’s on you like a vulture.

“It’s someone here, isn’t it?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, but it’s not convincing. It’s hard for you to lie when you’re this tired.

Jamie and Sam choose this exact moment to come into the locker room to grab water bottles. Jamie glances at you and you make the mistake of glancing back. It’s just for a second but Trent catches it with his stupid eagle-eyes.

“Oh shit,” he says.

You round on him. Maybe he does deserve your anger. “Don’t say anything,” you warn.

He zips his lips as Roy says, “Why are you being so fucking weird? We know you’re fucking lying. Just say which of these little pricks you’re dating and get some sleep like a fucking normal adult.”

“I’d be able to get regular sleep, except you’ve been waking me up at fucking 4am!” you explode.

The room goes silent. 

“Fuuuck,” Roy whispers. “Fucking Tartt? You’re dating- fuck, you moved in with fucking Tartt?”

“Yes,” you groan, “We’ve been together for six months and it’s probably the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, and I know how it sounds but we really like each other. Higgins already knows because of HR shit but other than that, it’s been private.”

Ted and Beard have matching open-mouthed smiles. It would be a little scary if you hadn’t known them for as long as you have.

“That’s the most adorable shit I’ve ever heard in my whole life,” Beard says.

“Hold on,” Trent interjects, “does this mean you and Jamie have been staying up late every night talking?”

“Yes,” you reply primly. “And then this prick bangs on our door at fuck-thirty in the morning and I’m awake for the rest of the day.”

Roy says, “Right,” very slowly. “Is that fucking why he wasn’t wearing fucking trousers?”

All eyes turn to you.

“I’m not answering that,” you say. “In fact, I think I hear Higgins calling me. I have to leave right now.” You back out of the room and down the hall before anyone can say anything else.

The coaches’ office is silent for a moment before they all clamor out of their seats to chase you down the hall. They have so many questions but first, they’re going to yell at Higgins for keeping it a secret.

[pjmxtra]

Sweetheart…₊˚⊹♡

♡ pairing: idol bf!heeseung x f!reader

♡ genre: Smut. Fluff

♡ notes: an extension of hee-poster post 🤭 read post for context!

i love your post btw 🫶🏻🫶🏻 also this is my first time writing smut. Bare with me please :(

You tossed your phone in the couch you were comfortably laying on. A frustrated sigh left your lips. Why did he always have to be like this. Be little you like you really didn’t have the balls to leave him. You’d prove him wrong! You’re gonna tell him right in his face. Show him you’re not one to be messed with!

You bit your nail as you though of ways to tell him it was over. No buts no coconuts. Who did he think he was? Really? It made your blood boil as you though of him with another woman. Maybe you were being over exaggerating, but with his sly remarks it made it hard not to let your temper get out of hand.

The sound of foot steps interpreted your thoughts. You looked towards the entrance of you apartment and of course he was there. You sighed as you got comfortable once again on the couch, arms crossed around you.

“I see you listened. Good girl” He said, dropping the shopping bag he had on the table. With that stupid sexy smile on his. “You wish. Get out” You rolled your eyes as you scooted away from him when he sat next to you.

“Don’t be like that baby…” He pushed his body towards you. Caging you in between his arms. “You know you love me.” his voice went lower, causing the pit in your stomach to grow. You started into his eyes and they became lustful. Your lips were so close to touching his.

Maybe you were as weak as he said you were. You hate to admit it but it was so hard not to grab his hair and just kiss him. Show him that he was yours, but you had to finish what you started.

“You disgust me” you whispered. You timid voice not matching the “hurtful” comment that left your mouth. He let out a dry chuckle. “As you’ve said before.” Slowly his hand trailed up your exposed thigh. He let out a low hum as he rubbed the soft flesh.

“You wearing these sluty pjs for me, pretty?” He eyed you up and down. You couldn’t deny how much skin your “pjs” covered. It was a tiny, thin sleeping gown. Was it a coincidence you had been wearing this skimpy outfit when you knew he was coming over? Maybe, maybe not. No one needs to know the truth.

You gave him a shove, “Don’t get any ideas. We are over remember.” He looked into your eyes for a couple of seconds, before slowly lowering his head. His hands coming up to cup your face. “No, no baby. You’re still mine.” You started to give in slowly moving towards him too, your face growing hot.

Finally his lips touched yours. His hand moving from your cheek to you neck. Caressing you to gently, despite his rough kissing. You gave in and let your hands rom around his body. “I won’t let you go that easy…” He said in between kissing. It quickly got heated.

He grabbed you sides and manhandled you, placing you on his lap. His hands became rough as he groped your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a low moan, it was getting harder and harder to not take him right here. “I see you’re all talk.” he said while kissing your neck, leaving pretty marks.

“I told you… you can’t resist me” he watches you bite your lip, his dick growing hard inside his pants. He was so obsessed with you. Your pretty little sounds got him all worked up. He won’t go down without you giving in fully. All under his control.

You let out a squeal as his hands travels up your thigh, slowly starting to rub your clit. You moaned at the sensation, rubbing down harder on his fingers. “Come on pretty, just admit it.” you buried your head in between his neck. Shacking your head as you fucked yourself on his fingers. He removed his fingers from your cunt as he watched your cute reaction. You let out a whine as you started grinding down on his thigh, driven on how much you wanted to get off.

“Angel, I need a response. Or do you want me to stop?” He said, holding your hips in place so you had nothing to get off on. “I can’t… resist you” You whispered excepting defeat. He leaned in letting out a hum to indicate he didn’t quite hear you.

You let out a frustrating sigh, “I can’t resist you” you looked down, to embarrassed to look at him. He hummed in satisfaction. He moved his fingers under your chin. Lifting your head, making you look him in the eye. “Good girl” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You couldn’t help but get aroused. His pet names and touches making it hard to stay focused on one thing. He hooked two fingers around your panties, pulling on them. Causing them to rip, “Hey! That’s a good pair” you whined. His fingers stopped right were you needed them most. Playing around with your wetness.

“I’ll buy you a new pair. Don’t worry about that” He pushed his fingers into your glossy pussy. Not even bothering to take his rings off. A high pitch moan escaped past your throat. He placed a kiss on your neck while starting to finger you slowly. You let out a low hum as you started moving your hips with the pace he had set.

“Please…” you struggled to let the words out. His pace started to speed up, causing you to moan even louder. “Please what pretty?” He whispered, grading your cheeks while lifting your face up. You eyes became glossy from how good he was making you feel. It was pitiful how quick you were to turn into puddy in his grasp. It felt like you were intoxicated, drunk on love and lust. Just for him.

“Please… I wanna cum.” you whispered, pushing your body towards his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing around with the hair on his nape. “Heeseung, please i wanna cum so bad” you said against his lips. His fingers speed up even more at the comment. He felt so defenseless even if he wasn’t the one being fucked dumb. You sweet honey voice saying such naughty things, how was he supposed to deny you?

And your pretty expressions. God he was so obsessed with you. You just looked so sexy right now. Hair all messy, lips all bruised and red. Your sleeping dress was bunched up against your waisted, straps falling of your shoulders. Exposing your cute little breasts.

“So pretty, all for me right?” He said while kissing you. His thumb coming up to rub circles on your sensitive bud. “Oh fuck…” you moaned, starting to fuck yourself on his fingers. Throwing you head back. “Please.. Please.. uunhg I’m so close” you whispered, grabbing into his shoulders for balance.

“Yeah angel? You close? You gonna cum for me?” He teased, grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you closer to him. “What happened to the bold Y/N that was all talk? Where is she now? hmm?” He let out a laugh, you let out a whine. Suddenly getting embarrassed.

“I’m a-sorry…” moaning at how close you were from cumming all over his fingers. You started to shake from how sensitive it all was to you. “My pretty angels sorry?” he said, placing a peck on your cheek.

“Mhmmm fuck yes yes i’m so sorry…. just please let me cum.” your eyes rolled into your head as you felt the knot building up. “Oh my god!” you moaned as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me” he started leaving marks all over your chest, till he reached your boobs. His lips attached to the soft, plush skin. Slowly sucking it, he let out a satisfying moan. Your head fell back as you squeezed you thighs together.

“Fuck! Holy fucking shit!” you cursed as the knot in you snapped. Heeseungs fingered didn’t slow down as you rode out your orgasm. His other finger rubbing your clit. You shock as it washed over you. Afterwards you two stayed there. You on top of his lap. Just like he said you would be.

Silence filled the room as your breathing returned to normal. Heeseung broke the silence as he spoke, “You know I love you right?” You lifted you head from his chest. Nodding your head “mhm i know, i’m sorry for being dramatic” you laughed it off. Heeseung rubbed his hands over your back to bring you comfort.

“I’m being serious tho. She was just a dancer. Nothing more. I love you and only you.” His hands moved from your waist to your face. He softly squeezed them, leaving a long kiss on them. Both of you smiling like two idiots in love afterwards.

Suddenly, Heeseung grabbed your ass as he stood up. You let out a yelp “ What are you doing, heeseung!?” you looked up at him through your lashes. “You though we were done? Oh baby, how cute” He said smiling down at you.

“This is just the beginning, sweetheart.”

[atopvisenyashill]

nah listen if i’m viserys and i’m thinking “how do i set up rhaenyra as best as i can but also i’m horny and lonely” i’m having a gilf show and finding myself a sexy grandma to fuck so there’s no chance of having a kid. lowborn mistress imo is too risky. i’m not marrying rhaenyra to qoren - again, too risky to have a half dornish heir - but i AM reaching out and being like “i’ll make my insane brother stop carpet bombing the stepstones & help you hold that area if u give me some tips and tricks on how to get a woman in a ruling position.” the laenor match is good, but tbh i’m sitting down with rhaenys sans corlys when i visit driftmark and being like “give it to me straight - do you think your kid will make a good consort and what are potential drawbacks that we should work on here.” i’m making rhaenyra go on progresses constantly, especially in the crownlands and the reach (where the religious freaks are). the moment she feels ready for it, i’m making her master of laws. if anyone in my small council starts pushing back against this, they are getting fired so fucjing fast. i’m telling daemon that if he can ever manage to have some fucking kids, i’d be happy to marry them to rhaenyra’s kids but if he doesn’t throw 100% of his support behind her and get his goddamn old man hands OFF OF HER until she’s had at least ONE (1) silver haired heir, we are about to get so fucking exile happy so fucking fast. i’m pouring over the laws for a loophole that lets me do this while not making the gc 101 look stupid and if i can’t find one, i’m bribing the lords paramount and/or the crownlands lords to start doing some absolute primogeniture stuff. if these bitches thought alysanne was a shrewish prude they are in for a BIG FUCKING SURPRISE when it comes to viserys-with-a-fucking-brain babeeeee

[rcedge]

how would you fantasy book Adam's return? do you think he's going after the tnt title and getting involved with jack/the elite? or will he be involved in the christian/luchasaurus storyline? or something else entirely? i wish we had a better idea of the timeline going forward!

oh this is a really fun question ^_^

umm obviously my ideal endgame is to have him and christian together again but i don't think he'd go straight to working with him when he gets back, adam out of kayfabe (who i will refer to as beth's adam for clarity and because it amuses me to do so) has said a large part about what drew him to aew, aside from jay's being there of course, is the fact that there are so many guys on this roster he's never had a match with. going after the tnt title and the cope open (which i still think should have been called the copen challenge but he clearly doesn't listen to me) was like, the perfect way of getting to go up against a whole bunch of people quickly , so i don't know if beth's adam will want to finish what he started there or not. going after it again could get him more matches with varied people but also i don't know if he'd want to do the same type-plotline twice.

in my ideal world he comes back as a heel, i think beth's adam does his best work as a heel or an otherwise insane violent psychopath. i guess the obvious choice for any feud with the elite would be putting them against a face, but i guess they don't HAVE to do that. i could see our adam going thru the ranks to earn a title shot after world's end with like, single-minded violent obsession, kinda like he was post-e&c and pre-rated r superstar in the mid '00s, which would mirror the very positive-minded hard-working adam going after the tnt title after world's end. but i don't know!!

the other thing is if i hbad to hear more about adam hogan comparisons i'd put my head through a fucking wall, as much as i love to see him with gold. it's my opinion that just because he was winning the cope open matches doesn't mean he wasn't doing business or whatever the fuck, a lot of the guys featured in the cope open were people just coming back from injury (kor) people who usually don't get singles matches (hob) or people who dont really get matches often at all (griff garrison), and i thought all of the matches showcased the abilities of the guys he was up against super well. none of them were squashes and after every match adam went on about how good his opponent was! but i suppose i'm biased, and also a stupid fucking mark, or whatever. this entire paragraph is a bizarre aside. as taz says: but i digress.

it's such a bummer that we'll never know how his title run was supposed to go 😭 this could have been the summer of sexy vampire cope but we were ROBBED because he is KIND OF DUMB. i was SO FUCKING excited to see him have the whole brood shit again and i was really lookign forward to seeing what he was gonna do with that because it was Hot and vampires are Cool. but if my guesstimations are right and he's back in october, which he is clearly doing in honor of my birthday, it would be right around halloween which would be a fun time to launch an espooky gimmick like that. i would really really love it if he had gangrel on more too..........

thank you for the question this was really delightful!! have a baby adam as my thanks

[wetcatspellcaster]

Thank you for putting into words, Rosalie’s “I was just trying to match your energy”. Because I never had such gentle words for my own experience, and now, it’ll colour my days.

On a lighter note, it was delightful you said that the latest chapter was nice and soft and us readers could take a break from angst. The more you lovingly batter up these two puppies to make a delicious cake, I am here, gorging myself on it. Like, I sometimes lie flat on my bed and contemplate what was happening in Astarion’s mind in “Party Favours” after (1) Rosalie failed to turn up at his house after coming by every day in a month (2) when Shadowheart turned up and he realised - he RAN to - and then (3) when he realised Rosalie dressed up for !! Threnn!! But not him!!

I love your writing, so so much. Wishing you the loveliest day, and for every day to be even lovelier after.

P.s. Should it be pleasing to you, I’d love to know your director’s thoughts of what was going on in Astarion’s mind in Party Favors.

Hello friend!! Thank you for your kind words :)

In response to your question -

Astarion's mindset in Party Favours, a dramatic performance.

Chapter One: oh, Foxglove wants to meet up for lunch! I haven't seen her in 6 weeks, 5 days, and 10.5 hours! time to pretend I don't care at all about her or her silly little wizardry business - ohwaitshesaidshewantstodatemeohgodohno oh wait it's a 'fake dating' situation... i see. time to pretend not to care again. i need to start shopping for suits. she likes it when i wear blue.

Chapter Two: I am going to achieve a good grade in boyfriend, something it is reasonable to want and possible to achieve. (don't have a panic attack, babygirl, you're so sexy and talented. have i mentioned i learned love languages for you?)

Chapter Three: this was my competition! this! she is both absolutely dull, and also awful. she fucking sucks! I hate her! ...I wonder if I could still poison her. I have now admitted that I bought poison with me, so Rosalie would know it was me who did it. I will wait six months, then poison her. Time to go back to getting a good grade in boyfriend.

Chapter Four: I have not been able to charm the pants of Rose, so I will charm the pants of every single one of her coworkers. I'm that bitch. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. oops, kissed my girlfriend. we're not technically dating yet, but as a magistrate, i think that's mostly an administrative technicality.

Chapter Five: I've got this, I've got this, I've got this, I literally used to seduce people for a living, I've got this-

*followed by just that transition sequence from Twilight: New Moon where the months pass by Bella's window, only Astarion's wearing more eyeliner.*

Chapter Six: Shadowheart has told me Foxglove is in trouble. it's 5 weeks, 3 days, and 19hrs since I last saw her in person, 27hrs since I twitched the curtain aside and caught a glance out of my window at her while she was waiting on the doorstep, but *I'm* mostly doing this out of the kindness of my own heart. oh fuck, I hope I look hot. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. why does she look sad? oh no. I forgot she was fucking stupid. time to confess my love i guess.

Chapter Seven: error 404 - Astarion not found. *horny static* *horny afterglow static* *dazed 'she said she loved me' static*

Chapter Eight: did I mention I live with my girlfriend now? Yes, we're thriving. Crops? Flourishing. Skin? Clear. Closet? Extradimensional. You fucks all wish you were me. We should get married. No, of course I'm not serious (I'm serious). ok, we'll just fuck in a closet instead. that's fine for now i guess.

[gladiatorcunt]

https://www.tumblr.com/gladiatorcunt/764282120401240064/yall-which-one-of-my-favs-do-you-think-would?source=share

modern coryo... I cant explain it I just sense it

this is so sick and twisted because he’s the first one i thought of too. we’d match each other’s freaks too well, the world would explode. our dynamic would be very (in some ways) wimbledon (2004) bc they start fucking and her tennis career goes downhill but his gets better 💀

i do think that neither of us would be able to explain it either beyond there just being an automatic & deep connection. i’d keep him in the situationship limbo so long it’d beat him at his own game & we’d still fuck on the first actual date. so what did i even do that for 😭

he wants that (my) cookie so bad but i am trying to read/watch iwtv (i’m ranting to him because every moment is torture and he’s like ‘mhm mhm why is lestat playing on a cardboard piano, is he stupid?’) and play video games!!! he’d get jealous of my vibrating controller & fictional characters for sure (he has major beef with astarion)

frequent date spots are boba shops & museums, a weekend thing we do is going to a bookstore, a movie, and then the mall/a street with all the stores i’d want to go to on it bc it’s convenient. heavy consumerism relationship icl, i love media and beyond music and a certain type of films & books i don’t think coryo consumes much. definitely not a brainrot chronically online level, he has things to do lmao.

i think he really values an intelligent partner (at least a bit, to be real he just wouldn’t mesh with someone who’s not, and that doesn’t mean you have to be a genius). and while there would be an instant attraction because i’m so guarded and anxious that i have the aura of black cat on a cactus, my mind is what would make him fall love. in the negative (i can be manipulative in theory/sometimes accidentally in practise and i’m outwardly & irl too clinical/serious to cope) and positive ways (my brain is so big and sexy, i love math with letters and latin).

we’d also spend days in bed taking pictures on my laptop (he likes ones where his skinny body is noticeably being sat on by my fat ass) and literally just breathing in others faces because it’s rare the world is quiet for us, bc we r sick and i’m so!!!!!!!!!!! we’re also both in our own heads more than we verbally talk to other people so we become the best at silent communication over time

i yap about flower language to him literally every time he gives me one/a bouquet and he waits to move on with his day until i’m done, doesn’t acknowledge me with a hum or nod or anything but he doesn’t leave

him teaching me how to swim when we’re not even together oh……… he finds out about this blog before we’re even together and i think he doesn’t know……

immovable object vs unstoppable force

i also want to have kids real bad and it’s not even that he has a breeding kink or is trying to babytrap me (unless i ran away to cause problems on purpose bc i’m avoidant), it’s just the fact that school is so important to me and he knows i’d be too willing to let him get me pregnant during it. like i’d risk my future because i want more of he and i in the world so bad. he necessarily wouldn’t put on a big show with words of making sure you know he’d make all these sacrifices (he speaks vaguely and loves via actions) but he loves someone who does that for him.

but also i’d tell him i’m starving level poor and he’d leak pre in his pants :/, he’d spot the cinderella fantasies and start internally rubbing his hands together

[banannabethchase]

mattdanny, “Did you just lick me?!”.

Sarah what have you done

The Way You Touch - also on AO3

Danny, caught up in a dumb game with his friends, licks Matt. And Matt very quickly realizes that Danny is...well. Danny's kind of cute. Luckily, Eddie agrees.

Matt Jackson/Daniel Garcia, Matt Jackson/Eddie Kingston, Matt Jackson/Daniel Garcia/Eddie Kingston

Rated E

~

“Did you just lick me?!”

Danny jumps back, looking startled at getting caught. “What – no!”

“You totally did!” Matt grabs the side of his shirt and rubs at his neck. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Danny’s eyes flick around.

“You’re not going to get an answer in the walls,” Matt says. “Why the eff did you just lick me?!”

“I – they said,” Danny makes this weird face. It reminds Matt of the way Nick looks when Matt comes up with a new idea Nick absolutely hates. “Look, we were arguing about who was the stealthiest, and Sammy was being annoying and managed to put a sticker on Mox’s back, and then I said I could do one better and get an EVP, and - ” He pouts. “You weren't supposed to notice.”

“How would I not notice somebody licking the side of my neck?” Matt asks.

Danny shrugs. "I don't know how sensitive you are or whatever." He squirms a little. Interesting.

“Well,” Matt says, squaring his shoulders. “There’s only one way to settle this.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Are you gonna kick my ass?”

“Not today,” Matt says. “Come here. I have to lick you back.”

“What?”

“You licked me, I lick you.” Matt sighs. “Come on. It’s quid pro quo or whatever.”

Danny looks around, frowning.

“Calm down.” Matt goes for what he hopes is a comforting smile. “You don’t have to.”

Danny’s eyes keep skittering around the area. “Is there a camera?”

Matt shakes his head. “Uh, no. Before you licked me, I was walking to catering.”

“You’re not doing this for BTE?” Danny’s eyes brighten, just a little.

Matt shakes his head. “You licked me, I get to lick you. It’s fair.”

“You get to lick me?”

Matt nods, slowly. “Yes. You got to lick me, now I get to lick you.”

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it. Opens it again, closes it.

“Out with it,” Matt says, snapping his fingers. “Is this gonna work for you?”

Danny shakes his head. “What? Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He bounces on his toes, like he does before a match. “Um. Where do you want to…lick me?”

Matt considers it. Technically, Danny licked him first. So this question isn’t totally out of left field. “On the lips.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you’re not cool with it, that’s okay,” Matt says, taking a small step back in case Danny needs space. “Just. You chose me, and licked my neck, which is kind of sexy, you know? I thought I could shoot my shot.”

Danny, though, has started nodding rapidly. “No, yeah, go, yeah.”

“None of that was a complete sentence.”

Danny does that weird little hopping thing again that feels strangely like a tantrum. “Oh, my god, just kiss me already.”

Matt grins. He’s not usually the one to hear the begging. “Okay.”

He steps in and kisses Danny, sure to slide his tongue across his lips in the promised lick. Danny’s eager and energetic and enthusiastic, arms around Matt’s neck and hands in his hair.

“Garcia!”

Danny jumps away from him, leaving Matt cold.

Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ange, who have the stupidest names since Max and Jeremy Buck, are standing there looking disappointed. Sammy, however, just looks confused.

“You guys can’t give me five minutes?” Danny groans.

“Clearly, we can’t,” Ange says. His arms are folded over his chest, and Matt is reminded of his own father that time he kicked Nick’s tooth out. “This is not the game we were playing.”

“Maybe I was fucking busy.” Danny stares them down.

Sammy blinks.

“Whatever happening here,” says Daddy Magic, “it’s clear he failed to be stealthy.”

“Or it’s a long game,” Angelo says. “Danny, is it a long game?”

“Maybe he’s just got good game,” Sammy says.

“Can – can you not?” Danny asks. Matt finds his discomfort almost charming.

“If you guys could go be stupid somewhere else,” Matt says, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “Danny and I were in the middle of something.”

Danny blushes bright pink across his nose and cheekbones, and Sammy stumbles over himself reversing out of there.

“Don’t you fuck up our boy,” Daddy Magic says, looking surprisingly stern for a man whose head would fit in well with Roblox characters.

“I – excuse me." Matt plants his hands on hips hips, giving his best glare. "I’m not going to fuck anybody up.”

“Why not?” Danny asks, almost automatically.

Ange rolls his eyes. “Danny, get over here. You lost the game. Deal with it.”

Danny lets himself get yanked down the hallway by the arm, but he locks eyes with Matt before he turns the corner.

~

“Hey,” Matt says, walking into the Ring of Honor locker room. He throws a leg over Eddie’s lap, getting settled.

“Uh, hi?” Eddie says, a hesitant smile. “What’s with the surprise?”

Matt glances around the room, making sure nobody’s in the room that could cause problems.

“Baby, you’re already in my lap,” Eddie says, a familiar smile on his lips. He rests a hand on Matt’s ass, the other with fingers trailing up Matt’s neck. “You ain’t fooling nobody.”

“I mean, yeah, but –” Matt’s cut off when Eddie’s got his fingers in his hair and is dragging him down, kissing him with a little heat behind it, something that makes Matt squirm and press in closer.

When Eddie lets go of his hair, Matt’s a little dazed. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Eddie grins. “So, what’s the deal? You here to yell at me because Mox beat up your boys? You know I got nothin’ to do with the shit he pulls.”

Matt shakes his head. “It’s about – Danny.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Garcia?”

“Is there any other Danny we both know.”

“Limelight.”

“Oh, my god,” Matt groans, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Danny Garcia. We kissed yesterday and –”

“Hold up,” Eddie says, and, he puts a finger to Matt’s lips. “You kissed somebody.”

Matt nods.

“You kissed Daniel Garcia.”

Matt pouts under Eddie’s finger, turning on the best boo boo eyes he knows how. Eddie moves his finger, a fun little smirk on his lips. “You said we could.”

“I did,” Eddie says, “I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I told you almost the second I came into the room,” Matt says. “It was only yesterday. Plus, it was a quick kiss. Nothing big.”

“Did you want it to be something big?”

Matt nods. “But his stupid, like, dads or whatever interrupted.”

Eddie leans back in the chair, his legs spreading so Matt gets a little burn in the stretch his thighs, the way he likes it. “Tell me all about it.”

Matt sighs. “Well, first he licked me, so I –”

“He licked you?” 

“Some weird game he was playing with his friends,” Matt adds. Eddie's hands go into Matt’s back pockets, the touch nearly scorching in the best possible way. “They had to, like, get into people’s spaces to prove how stealthy they are? Apparently Sammy got a sticker on Mox’s back or something.” Eddie squeezes, and Matt has to remember how to breathe for a second. “Um. And then, Danny said he could get an EVP, and he thought licking me would work.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says. He stares at Matt’s lips. “And did it?”

“What?”

“Did it work?” Eddie pulls his hands from one of Matt’s pockets and slides it up Matt’s neck, circling his throat like a necklace.

“No,” Matt murmurs, leaning into the touch. He wants Eddie to press down more, make him feel it, but Eddie’s fingers just curl gently, like rose petals before the thorn. “I felt it immediately. Licking is a very weird experience.”

“I know,” Eddie says, his smile the right side of lecherous. “How’d you end up kissing?”

“Said it was only fair,” Matt says, and he pushes into Eddie’s hand, meeting slack fingers. He pushes in more, getting closer and closer to Eddie’s face. “He got to lick me, I’d get to lick him. He said yeah, sort of. And then he kissed me.”

Eddie laughs, low and deep. “Sort of?”

“He doesn’t talk in complete sentences when he’s horny, I think,” Matt says. He’s so close to Eddie’s lips, and all he wants is to taste them. “Could you either kiss me or choke me already?”

“Just waiting on you to ask, baby,” Eddie laughs again, and he pulls Matt in by the throat, kissing Matt like the world could end and he’d still be right here. Matt melts into it, lips and hands and heat and so fucking good. He could live in these moments.

He whimpers, just a tiny bit, when Eddie pulls away. Pouting, he asks, “Why’d you stop?”

“You came here for a reason, baby doll,” Eddie says, steady smile on his lips. “I wanna make sure you get a chance to tell me.”

Matt exhales, a little shaky. “Right. Yeah. Uh. So, when his guys came around or whatever, I told them I wasn’t there to fuck anyone up, and Danny looked, I don’t know,” Matt pauses, searching for the words, “kind of upset that I wasn’t?”

“He looked upset you weren’t gonna fuck him up?”

“Specifically he said, ‘why not’,” Matt explains.

Eddie’s smile gets a little devious. “Oh, I see what you’re doing here.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Matt says. He pouts, but not, like, on purpose. “I’m just telling you what happened.”

“You want me to fuck up your little boyfriend?” Eddie asks, fingers sliding into Matt’s hair at the base of his skull. “You wanna watch as I wreck him slowly, wait for your turn?” He studies Matt’s face. “Oh. Or do you want to join in?”

Matt swallows, eyes on Eddie’s. All he can do is nod. He hadn’t realized it was an option until Eddie laid it out for him, painted the picture in his mind.

Eddie pulls a little at Matt’s hair, something a little bit like a reminder. “You want Danny, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, voice pathetically weak even to his own ears, “yeah, Eddie, I do.”

Eddie hums, using Matt’s hair to pull him back down. “I think we could arrange that, if Danny wants it.” Eddie lets go of Matt’s hair, brushing his thumb across Matt’s lips. “Think I could taste him on you?”

“Maybe,” Matt says, and he can’t help the grin as Eddie pulls him in and does his damnedest to pull whatever’s left of Danny from Matt’s lips.

~

“You’re twitchy,” Nick says, staring Matt down in the EVP locker room. “Why are you so twitchy?”

Matt bounces on his toes. “No reason,” he lies. “Just ready for the match, that’s all.”

Their match against Danny and Sammy.

Nick stares at him, and Matt does his best to look completely innocent.

“Is this an Eddie thing?”

“No.”

Nick groans. “Of course it’s an Eddie thing. Do you need the room after the match?”

Matt feels himself light up. “Really? I mean, that would be great.”

Nick only rolls his eyes a little. “Me and Adam will hang out with the Dark Order or something.” He makes a weird face. “God, you’re lucky I love you.”

Matt bumps their shoulders together. “I am.”

Matt’s laser focused as he and Nick warm up together. Adam stops by to help them, leading to him and Nick doing their not unexpected mid-ring flirting that definitely does not remind Matt of Danny. Definitely does not. He's focused. He's only worried about the wrestling.

Well, up until their music hits and he can see Danny during their entrance.

He gets a little hot, a little overwhelmed, and has to rip his shirt and jacket off before they’re even halfway down the ramp. Nick sends him a weird little look, but follows suit, and Matt reminds himself to get Nick a ridiculously good birthday present.

The match goes by fast. He and Nick superkick the sense out of Sammy, which is a highlight. But Matt is secretly delighted when they do a Meltzer Driver on Danny. It’s the first time they’ve been since close since they kissed and, while it’s a weird position, it makes Matt feel excited and giddy and just the right kind of stupid.

Nick pins Danny as Matt tackles Sammy to the ground and shoves the bat against his throat.

Before Sammy and Danny get a chance to leave, Matt grabs Danny’s arm and hauls him close. Danny looks a little scared, but Matt speaks quickly. “Meet me in the EVP room after this.”

Danny nods, and opens his mouth, but Sammy’s there shoving at Matt’s shoulder, and Matt steps away.

Going back up the ramp, Nick throws an arm around Matt’s shoulder and yanks him in. “Please tell me you have a crush on Danny and not Sammy,” he mutters.

Briefly, Matt debates the pros and cons of lying. "It's Danny."

Nick pinches Matt’s skin on his bicep. “Okay, fine, but that’s still annoying.”

Matt flinches, smacking Nick in the back, but it’s a better reaction than he’d worried over. He considers it a win.

They make it to the EVP room a few minutes later than planned after getting pulled to the side by Tony. When they reach the room, they hear a mildly raised voice.

“What did you do?” Nick asks.

“Me?!” Matt says, pretending like it’s not a valid accusation. “I’m not even in the room! How could I have done something?”

“Don’t ask me how you do your weird dumbass stuff,” Nick says. “Did you send Eddie in there?”

“Absolutely not,” Matt says. Nick stares him down. “But I may have directed Danny to come to the EVP room after the match.”

Nick groans, dropping his hand from the door knob, then pulls out his phone and sends a text.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Adam,” Nick says. “Ah. He’s not in there. I’m – bye. You deal with it.”

“But -”

Nick steps backward. “Nope! Your problem, your solution.”

Matt frowns as he pushes the door open. To see Kenny, bewildered, looking up from where Danny is ranting to him about…something?

“And then, hockey has all those stupid pads,” Danny says, clearly in the middle of something. “Jesus, you Canadians have no taste. Basketball is clearly superior.”

“I have no idea what is going on,” Kenny says, hands out in front of him. “He just showed up and started yelling at me about my jersey.”

Danny turns around. “Matt, you can’t possibly agree that hockey’s better than basketball.”

“I never said that,” Kenny says. “Um. I’m – I’m gonna go and.” He stops talking as he grabs his bag. “I genuinely have no interest in whatever’s happening here.”

“Bye,” Matt says, and he feels a little bad that he’s glad he has the room. He turns back to Danny. “So.”

“So,” Danny says. He fidgets a little when nervous, not the same kind of stoicism Matt sees from him in the ring. “Why, uh. Why did you ask me to come here?”

“I have an idea,” Matt says. “And you’re totally cool to say no, okay?”

Danny is slowly edging toward the door. “You’re bad at selling whatever this is, man.”

“Do you wanna have sex with me and Eddie?”

Danny freezes in his spot. “Jesus.”

“It’s totally fine to say no!” Matt says. “Like, if you’re not into it. That’s fine. I just. I had to ask.” Matt’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to reign in the anxiety. “Because of the kiss, you know.”

“Do you want me to say no?” Danny asks, frowning.

Matt shakes his head. He relaxes. “I really want you to say yes.”

Danny’s face relaxes, slowly building into a smile. “Cool. Yeah. I, uh. That sounds...fun?"

Matt smiles back at him. "Awesome."

"So, I gott ask,:" Danny says, "where’s Eddie in all this?” he asks.

Matt pulls out his phone. “I can text him right now.”

“I gotta go check in with Jericho,” Danny says, and Matt doesn’t miss the eye roll. “But later? I’ll meet you in here.”

Matt nods so hard the bun in his hair that had been holding on for dear life for the match finally falls out. “Yeah. When Dynamite is done okay?”

“Okay.” Danny makes his way to the door, but pauses. He turns around. “Think I could kiss you goodbye?”

“Well, that’s romantic,” Matt says, and he can’t decide if he’s being sarcastic or not. “Sure. I mean, since our kiss was interrupted last time.”

Danny steps in, leaning down for a gentle press. It’s ridiculously cute – no heat behind it, no fight. It’s just sweet. He pulls away, eyes kind. And then he adjusts, rolls his shoulders back, and puts on this hard expression.

Matt recognizes that kind of mask.

“See you later,” Matt calls after him. Danny throws a smile over his shoulder.

~

Matt and Eddie run into Danny at catering, where he’s scrolling his phone with something green in his mouth. Matt wants to ask. But he also kind of doesn’t.

Eddie sits down at the table, with a sigh loud enough to distract Garcia from his phone. “Hey.”

Danny stares dead into Eddie’s eyes as he sucks at the top of the green thing. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Matt says, and he notices the wrapper. “Is that candy or something?”

Danny nods, but he doesn’t take his eyes from Eddie. Interesting. “Yeah.” There’s a hint of a smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Eddie stares at Danny. “The fuck’re you doing with that thing?”

Matt fights a laugh as Danny swirls his tongue across the top of the candy, eyes deceptively innocent as he looks over at Eddie. “I’m eating it.”

“You’re giving it a fuckin’ blowjob,” Eddie says. But Matt notes he hasn’t moved his eyes away. “That can’t be how you eat it.”

Danny sucks the top of it into his mouth and shrugs. He licks his lips, slowly enough that even Matt can tell it’s a performance. “It is. I’m surprised you haven’t tried this before.” Eyes locked on Eddie, he pushes the candy up and, with a flat tongue, licks it off the top.

“Okay, well, that’s excessive,” Matt grumbles, folding his arms over his chest.

“You jealous, baby?” Eddie asks. He grins over at Matt, like he’s the one being a problem. “I’ll give both of you a chance.”

“So you’re in?” Matt asks. He turns to Danny. “You, too?”

Danny’s smile goes a little dirty as he sets the candy down on the table, something that sends a swoop into Matt’s belly. Pure excitement. Something he should try to keep under control, since everyone else can see them. “Course. Wouldn’t have let you two sit down if I didn’t want to.”

“Ground rules,” Matt says. “One. Eddie’s my boyfriend. So. I just want to make sure you know that.”

“That’s not as much of a rule as it is…I don’t know, public knowledge?”

“Shut up,” Matt says, but before he can say anything else, Eddie laughs.

“You trying to be in charge here, baby doll?” Eddie asks. “That’s cute.”

“I can be in charge of him!”

Danny’s jaw drops. “Oh, right, sure.”

“I could.” Matt feels himself begin to pout, and he knows it gives the wrong impression, but he can’t stop. Eddie starts laughing harder. “You shut up.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says, and he tucks Matt’s hair behind his ear, fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin behind Matt’s ear, drawing a shiver from him. “Think you’re forgetting your place, sweetheart.”

“Am not,” Matt says. The pout is at full force now, mirrored on Danny’s face, but Matt’s not sure why.

“Don’t you give me those goddamned boo boo eyes too, Garcia, Jesus.” Eddie leans forward, and Danny’s face settles. Matt chances a look under the table; Eddie’s got a leg between Garcia’s thighs. Unfair. “That’s better.”

“So, how are we doing this?” Danny asks. He turns a smile on Matt and, it’s a very firm reminder of why this is all happening. Matt can’t resist a cute smile.

Matt nods. “Um. I have a king bed, in my room? If you two want to meet in my hotel.”

“Your room,” Eddie scoffs. “Baby doll, it hasn’t been just your room in, like, months.”

“I’m paying for it,” Matt fires back.

Eddie leans in and bites at Matt’s neck, sending sparks up his spine. “You might pay for it later if you keep this up.”

While tempting, Matt has an end goal. “So, tonight,” he says, reaching over to fix the collar on Danny’s stupid polo. “My hotel room. I’ll text you the information.”

Danny nods. He glances around the room, then stands like he’s about to leave. But he leans in to press a tiny kiss to Matt’s lips, then Eddie’s. “Tonight.”

~

“What if he doesn’t show?” Matt asks. His leg is bouncing like crazy, and even pushing down on it doesn’t stop it.

Eddie grabs him around the waist and practically throws him onto his lap. “He’ll show,” Eddie says, “and if he doesn’t, I’ll fuck you good and stupid so you feel better, then I’ll beat the shit out of him for disappointing you.” He grabs Matt by the chin and turns him to look into Eddie’s eyes. “Good?”

Matt nods. “Good.”

Eddie distracts him with a particularly head spinning make out session, something that both takes Matt out of his mind and pulls him fully present into his body, until there’s a knock on the door.

Matt springs up and gets a look at himself in the mirror. He gives up almost immediately on fixing the bun and pulls it out, fixing his hair.

“Tryin’ to look pretty?” Eddie teases. “Come on, you know you look good. Answer the door.”

Matt does. And there stands Danny, looking adorable in a polo and jeans. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Danny says.

Matt didn’t notice until this moment just how much taller Danny is than Matt. “Um. Come in.” He steps aside, and Danny makes his way into the room. Matt’s used to Danny moving with an air of confidence, but he’s more hesitant now than Matt’s ever seen him.

“Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey.” Eddie may be the only person in the room who isn’t having a full on panic at the moment. Matt’s a bit jealous. “You two look like you’re freaking out.” He stands walking over to them. “You freaking out?”

“No,” Danny and Matt say at the same time. It’s weird, but it breaks the tension as Eddie laughs, throwing his head back.

“I shoulda known,” he says, shaking his head. “Come on, breathe. We all wanna be here, right?” He licks his lips as his gaze skates from Danny to Matt.

Matt nods. “Obviously.” He brushes his hand against the back of Danny’s, and Danny turns to him with that sweet little smile. So damn cute.

“Yeah.”

Eddie falls to the bed and brings Danny and Matt with him, and they sit on either side of him. “Now,” he says. “What’re we thinkin’?”

“I wanna kiss Matt again,” Danny blurts out, and he looks so goddamn eager that Matt wants to put him in his pocket.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to seeing that.” He half pushes the two of them off the bed while he leans back on his arms. “Go ahead. Kiss.”

Matt likes this, like Eddie telling him what to do, likes the way Danny’s eyes go big and wanting for him. Danny turns to face him, glances quickly at Eddie, then turns back to Matt. Matt leans in, and he puts his hand on Danny’s neck to draw him closer. Danny’s eyes flutter close as he tilts his head. Matt kisses him, gentle at first, because spooking Danny away from this feels like the worst mistake he could make. The interested sound from Eddie eggs him on, though, so he slides his tongue across Danny’s lips, into his mouth, insisting on a little more control in the kiss.

Danny’s whimpers are a dream, soft and sweet, almost a mewl. Matt chases them over and over again. He goes for an Eddie move, one that’s not as effective since Danny’s a little taller, but he hauls Danny in by the ass and gets a gasps against his mouth in reward.

“Damn,” Eddie breathes. Matt doesn’t even have to turn his head to know the look on his face. “This is fuckin’ pretty.”

Matt pulls away, shooting a grin at Eddie. “Yeah?”

Eddie nods. “C’mere, you two.”

The three of them half stumble over each other as they fall into bed, hands roaming and clothes scattering across the room as the moments pass. Matt lets himself slide off the bed to his knees in front of where Danny’s laying, legs half dangling off the bed.

“Danny,” Matt says, “can I suck your dick?”

Eddie sighs. “Jesus, Matty, you’re shameless.”

Matt pops up to see Eddie rolling his eyes. “What? I’m not allowed to suck a guys dick?” He stares. “You jealous?”

“What? No.”

Danny grins. “You wanted us to suck your dick first, didn’t you.”

“Fuck, what’s happening,” Eddie mutters. It’s the first time Matt’s ever seen him look genuinely confused. “Did you two just gang up on me?”

“Maybe you can be patient this time,” Matt says. He looks up at Danny. “Can I…?”

“God, yes, please,” Danny says.

Matt pulls Danny down the bed so his cock is right in front of Matt’s mouth, red and curved and Matt doesn’t even wait before he dives in, sucking at the head then sliding all the way down to take him to the back of his throat.

Danny’s letting out a novel’s worth of swears, nonsense words and praise mixed with every curse in the book. Matt lets himself imagine his face – open, pretty, desperate.

“Never seen you from this angle, baby doll,” Eddie says, somewhere to the side. His tone is almost reverent. “You look almost as pretty as when you suck my dick.”

Matt rolls his eyes as he pulls back. “Jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Eddie says, waving it off. “I’ll have both of you on my cock in no time.”

“Promise?” Danny asks. His laugh is cut off by a moan as Matt sinks back down on his cock, sure to keep his tongue involved.

“You want my cock?” Eddie asks. “You wanna ride me? Get it down your throat?”

“Dunno,” Danny mumbles. “Just – want it.”

Eddie makes a considering sound. “Matt, stop.”

Immediately, Matt pulls off of Danny’s cock. “I was kind of busy.” He stands, wiping the back of his mouth.

Danny frowns. “Yeah, he was busy.”

“This was the worst idea,” Eddie sighs. “Matty, what are you thinking? This was your idea, you gotta have something in mind.”

Matt hops up on the bed and crawls into Eddie’s lap, straddling his hips. Eddie’s hard, and Matt can’t resist rolling his hips to make their cocks slide against each other.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says, grabbing Matt’s hips and holding him steady. “You wait. And quit pouting.”

“Sorry, Eddie,” Danny and Matt say at the same time.

Eddie lights up, grinning. “Oh, I like that.” He studies the two of them, eyes darting back and forth. "Matt, you know what you want?"

Matt thinks he knows what he wants. But he knows Eddie's generally got better ideas in these situations. "Kind of?"

“What if,” Eddie says, sliding his hands up and down Matt's back like it's not the most distracting thing in the world, “Danny, I fuck that tight ass. And Matt, you fuck his mouth.”

Matt blinks. “Usually you fuck me.”

“Yeah, but you asked for something new this time,” Eddie says, swatting his ass. “What do you say, Garcia?”

Matt looks over to see him nodding. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I – I like that.”

“You wanted to play at being a top, baby doll,” Eddie says, leaning in to bite at his pec and run his tongue along one of Matt’s nipples. “What do you say?”

“Yeah.” He exhales as Eddie’s hands grab his ass, fingers digging in. “Yeah, I like that.”

Danny’s eager as hell as he gets on his hands and knees, as Eddie opens him up, as Matt kisses him through gasps and moans and sweet little sounds Matt wants to keep in his pocket.

“You’re just so,” Matt searches for the word, as he kneels in front of Danny. “I don’t know. Cute seems like the wrong word.”

“You’re both cute,” Eddie says. “Danny, you okay? You good?”

Danny’s eyeing Matt’s cock hungrily. Matt wonders if he looks the same way when he’s about to suck dick. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. C’mon, Eddie.” He looks up at Matt. “You, too. You gonna fuck my throat or what?”

“You – why are you being all sweet with him but not me?” Matt asks, getting his cock in his hand.

Danny rolls his eyes. “I’m not being sweet with him.”

“I’m about to be not sweet with either of you if you keep this shit up,” Eddie says. Matt watches as he smacks Danny’s ass, and the way Danny rocks forward, eyes fluttering shut, is good. No, it’s awesome. Matt is a big fan of that.

“Give it to me,” Danny says, almost demands, and Matt supposes that’s his cue.

“Alright, baby, you tell me if anything’s not right, okay?” Eddie meets Matt’s eyes. “You, too.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, nodding. His breathing is a little tight. “Tell me if anything is wrong.”

“Will,” Danny says. He leans forward, and Matt pushes his cock, slowly, into that glorious, wet heat. Danny moans around Matt's dick as Eddie slides into him.

The grin on Eddie’s face is nothing less than knowing. “Hey, baby doll,” he says. “How you feelin’?”

“Good,” Matt says, voice strangled. Danny’s mouth slides down on his cock as Eddie fucks into him, and it’s – it’s new and exciting and bizarre and Matt wants to steal it away for the future. For every future. “Oh, god, your mouth, Danny.”

Danny looks up and winks, and Matt laughs something a little desperate. “Damn.”

“He’s almost cussing, Danny,” Eddie says, picking up the pace, “wanna see if you can make him swear? That’s a fun little trick.”

Danny seems to take that as a challenge, because he swallows Matt down farther. Matt can feel the way Danny’s throat flutters around him, and it’s so fucking transcendent that he sighs out a soft, “Fuck.”

“There you go, baby,” Eddie chuckles, smooths a hand up and down Danny's back, the way he usually does to Matt, who can't bring himself to feel jealous. “God, you feel so good. Knew you’d be good.”

Danny nods and pulls off Matt’s cock. Matt almost whines, but then he sees the look in Danny’s eyes. “Matt,” he says, “fuck my throat, come on.”

“Really?” Matt asks. “I, uh. I’ve never done that before.”

“You wanna do it?” Eddie asks. He’s stilled, giving all three of them time to think. Danny looks perturbed about it. “Up to you.”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I – I’ll. Yeah.” He runs a hand along Danny’s jaw, the way Eddie does to him. “If it’s too much, tap me on the leg, okay?”

“You pay attention,” Eddie says, looking pleased. Matt feels himself glow under the praise. “Good to know.”

“Won’t be too much,” Danny says. “I swear. Come on, please?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He does. Eddie and Matt fuck Danny at the same time, the push and pull of it feeling strangely right. The eye contact at this level is something more than Matt could have imagined, something special he won’t forget.

"You two," Eddie says, voice low, "god, what did I do to get the two of you like this?" He pulls off a particularly hard thrust that pushes Danny against Matt's cock, and Matt's legs almost give out on him. "So fuckin' good at this, both of you."

Danny pulls back a little to swirl his tongue around the head of Matt's cock, and Matt brushes his knuckles against Danny's cheeks. It's what he always likes when he sucks Eddie's cock, and, from the way Danny leans into the touch, Danny likes it too.

"You're really good at this," Matt says. 

"Thanks." Danny grins up at him before diving back down, mouth surrounding Matt. 

Eddie laughs. "Fuckin' brats, trying to one up each other. I see how it is." He picks up the pace. 

Danny’s making millions of obscene noises, never losing that smirk around the corners of his mouth, and Matt’s close before he knows it.

“Danny,” he says, “I’m gonna – I’m –” His words disappear in his throat as Danny pulls off. All it takes is a stroke of Danny’s fist and Matt’s – Matt’s coming all over Danny’s face, all over a delighted smile.

“Fuck yeah,” Danny says. His smile has lost all its sweetness, has a bite behind it, and Matt. Well, Matt may be a little obsessed

Matt’s brain is on fire as he gets his breathing under control. “You gotta come, too,” Matt mumbles. He slides down the bed to get a hand under Danny. He’s leaking, so it’s not hard to get a slick motion going. Danny comes with a cry, wordless and desperate, and Matt strokes him through it.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Eddie groans, and, with one last grunt, fucks into Danny. Matt knows his face when he comes. He doesn’t know what it’s like not to be the cause of it. Eddie laughs as he gently pulls out, a gentle hand on Danny’s back. “You good, Danny?”

“Hell yeah.” Danny rolls over and flops onto the bed as Eddie takes care of the condom and steps into the bathroom. “Matt, you good?”

Matt crawls back up the bed and snuggles down next to Danny. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.” He winces. “Uh. Maybe fun’s not the word. Great.”

Danny turns to him. “Fuck yeah, it was.” Matt feels an unfamiliar spark as he sees come – his come – all over Danny’s face. Noticing the expression, Danny reaches a hand up to touch his face. “Oh, man.”

“I got you.” Eddie tosses a towel, and Matt catches it, handing it to Danny.

“Need help?” Matt asks.

Danny shakes his head as he wipes off his face, looking surprisingly put together and unfazed. Matt's never this functional after getting railed. “Better?”

Matt nods. “All cleaned up.”

Eddie drops on the bed behind Matt, yanking him in to bury his face into Matt’s neck.

“Oh, come on, I don’t get in on this?” Danny asks. He scoots backward. “Come on. Hug me, Matt.”

“Now you’re telling people what to do?” Eddie asks. He presses a smile into the back of Matt's neck. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Was not!” Matt and Danny exclaim at the same time. 

“Yup,” Eddie says, laughing, “definitely a bad idea.”

~

Title from PLEASE by Omido and Ex Habit.

The candy Danny's eating is called Pelon Pelo Rico and it's really good. But it takes a lot to eat it without being...slightly blowjobby. I mean I'm sure one could figure out how to eat it without being weird about it, but I don't think Danny would make that effort.

Mini Playlist:

Familiar - Liam Payne, J Balvin

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off with You - Arctic Monkeys

Good for You - Selena Gomez

PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

[daehee]

Chapter 8

Get Over Her Bro

*2 month time skip*

It had been about two months since I decided to quit talking to Keita. He tried to convince me otherwise a few times, but I stayed strong. I missed him, but emotionally I think I was more stable. I had made a few more friends since I wasn't constantly hanging out with Keita. I was now best friends with Haruto, Yunjin's boyfriend, and Ricky. They had a friend group that I was slowly starting to hang out with more and get to know. Tonight they were having a party, there would only be a few people in attendance. It was sort of like the party on the first week of school. Currently I was getting ready with Yunjin. The party was partly outside and it was supposed to be really hot outside tonight, so I dressed in clothes that would help me stay cool.

It was a simple outfit, but it was cute... and matched my mood swings lmao. Sometimes I was happy but I was also angry and depressed a lot. I guess... I was right when I thought I would lose Keita.

Keita's POV "Hey man, come on, you gotta get out of bed at some point. There's a party tonight. Small group, it's the 'in crowd,' and its at Ricky's."

"Fine, I'll go."

It had been two months since Hana had just randomly decided to stop talking to me... I had cried every day. I'm not entirely sure what I did, but I have a feeling I said some really upsetting things when I was drunk, and I was rude the next day. I missed her so fucking much. I didn't really know what to do without her... I had never had to even think about it.

I wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans, making myself look presentable enough for this party. I didn't really wanna go, but I also didn't want Haruto or Eric razzing me about being upset over a stupid girl. Well, she's not stupid... I am.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Eric asked, peaking his head in my room.

"Yeah, let's go."

We made our way to Ricky's parents house. It was a huge mansion on the outskirts of town. It was the weekend so most people would probably be staying the night, but since it was only the in crowd, there wouldn't be many. When we arrived, there were only about 12 people chillin in the huge living room. I don't know why I didn't expect it or think about it at all, but I was shocked when I saw Akahana sitting between Ricky and Yunjin who was sitting on Haruto's lap.

"Ayyy Keita! Nice to see you again man. You finally crawled out of your bedroom huh?"

"I guess I did. It was time." We did our signature handshake that all the boys created.

"You ready to party?"

"Yep."

I sat on the couch across from Ricky, a girl who I had remembered as Jiwoo came and sat down next to me. Oh wait, she's one of Hana's roommates.

"Hi." She chirped happily.

"Hey." I said, smiling at her.

"You're Keita, yeah?"

"Yeah, you're Jiwoo. Hana's roommate."

"Yep!"

"Drink or dare time babeessss!!" Eric yelled happily.

"Man get another game, we play this all the time." Ricky said rolling his eyes.

"Fine, spin the bottle?"

"Nah that's basic man." Some other kid I didn't know spoke up.

"Somebody else come up with it then." Eric huffed, plopping down next to his current boyfriend, Seungho.

"How about sticker stalker, sexy version." (Sticker stalker is the game where you find all the stickers on a persons body while blindfolded.)

"Yesss, quality ideas Ricky!!" I yelled.

"Alright so rules for sexy version. Lace blindfold, you have to take the stickers off with your mouth. If you don't get them all in the two minutes you have, then you have to drink and then makeout with your partner."

"Damn, how'd you come up with that idea Ricky?"

"Somethings are better left unknown."

"Ok then... let's go! Who's up first."

"How about you and Jiwoo, Keita."

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Ricky put the lace blindfold on me while someone loaded Jiwoo up with stickers. When they were done, Ricky led me over to her, stopping me directly in front of her.

"And go!"

I felt with my hands at her neck and felt a sticker, I leaned in to grab the paper between my lips delicately.

"Ayo, no hands bro."

"Sorry, sorry."

I continued, tracing my lips across her skin, trying to find the next sticker. This went on for a few minutes until Ricky told us the time was up. I took of the blindfold, seeing that I did not in fact get all the stickers. Jiwoo and I both took a shot as we were told. Now we had to makeout... I pulled her close to me by her waist, smirking down at her. She smiled back up at me, probably excited for the next part. I closed the distance between the two of us, lightly pressing my lips to hers. I moved my hand to her neck, forcing her to lift her head and deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled together so perfectly, damn... I'm enjoying this a little too much. After a few more seconds of pure bliss, I pulled away, pecking her lips once more. We sat back down and I saw Hana glaring daggers into Jiwoo's back. I put my arm around her, adding to the effect. 

"Okayyy... I can feel the tension in the air between some people... next couple." Eric pointed out then quickly changed the subject.

"How about Ricky and Hana." Yunjin suggested.

Akahana POV

I cannot believe he just did that in front of me... Keita kissed my roommate like it was nothing. AND SHE FUCKING LET HIM. Like what the hell, does she know what she's doing or is she just fucking stupid.

"How about Ricky and Hana." Yunjin said from next to me. She knew how I was feeling and was probably confused at Jiwoo too. I knew what she was doing, and I was down for it. Quickly before we went up I whispered in Ricky's ear.

"Hey, purposely try not to get all the stickers, I'll put one on my foot, so don't go there ok." Ricky looked at me skeptically but nodded anyway.

Eric wrapped the lace blindfold around his eyes... Holy shit he looked hot like that. His pink lips were parted slightly, his jawline was sharp, and I could see the outline of his buff biceps through his tight black button down shirt. I could also see his pecs because three of the buttons were undone.

Yunjin had finished placing stickers on me, and Ricky moved closer to me. He couldn't see anything, but it felt like he was staring straight down at me. He hovered over me because of his height and it gave me chills. Good God he was hot. He immediately began feeling my skin with his lips. He found the sticker on my cheek, pecking the corner of my lips as he continued on... fuck he's such a tease. He ran his tongue over my neck, purposely teasing me. I inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue. Fuckkkk I wish we weren't in front of so many people, why is it so hard not to moan. Crapppp. He found the one on my neck, softly pulling it off with his lips. He went to the other side, pulling that one off too. He kissed down to my collar bone, finding the one down their. Everybody was whooping and hollering at the scene unfolding in front of them. He softly nipped right underneath my collarbone, then ran over it with his tongue.

"Fuck." I whispered lowly. He chuckled and smirked at the effect he knew he was having on me. Our two minutes was eventually over and Ricky had managed to removed all but two; one on my thigh and one on my shoe. Ricky shook his head, slightly chuckling. We took our shot, then we went to kiss. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The intro post for this story has all the chapters listed.

[obscure-reference-girl]

Masks &  Misunderstandings Chapter 3

Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Leonard McCoy

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s Bones),

Word Count: 2558

Summary: Leonard thought that a nightclub where you had to wear a mask was  idiotic, but he humored Jim and accompanied him to the club during shore  leave anyway. After Jim fucked off into the crowd of dancing bodies  without so much as a ‘never you mind’, Leonard went looking for him and  found something unexpected. Meet unexpected: sexy, young, blonde...and  if he reminded him a bit too much of a certain Russian navigator he  wasn't going to linger on that thought.

Chapter Summary: Leonard pines over Pavel, wonders why Sulu is pissed at him (golly gee I wonder), and gets an unexpected call from home.

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone joining me on this wild ride!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45899593/chapters/115963387

The day before his two-week STI test Leonard woke in a cold-sweat with an erection. He had spent the previous two weeks resolutely trying NOT to think about the night at the club. He was managing fairly well if you didn’t include when he was sickbay worrying about his two-week STI test…and whenever Jim was around pestering him, trying to figure out who the mystery man could have been…or whenever he woke up with a raging erection. In other words, he was failing miserably. To make matters worse, the mystery man in his dreams now often bore the face of a certain navigator. This only added to the guilt he felt over the fact that he was masturbating more than he had since high school. Jim wasn’t helping either.

When Jim wasn’t bothering Leonard, he was teasing Chekov about his own shore leave escapade making the young man blush the most enticing shade of pink. A flush that only served to remind Leonard of the flush of pale skin beneath his hands as we worked them over the mystery man’s body. Christine was obviously trying to not say anything, but she kept giving Leonard meaningful glances that obviously meant she thought he needed to talk. To top it off, Spock kept shooting him knowing looks that left no doubt in his mind that Jim had told the hobgoblin everything. Jim just couldn’t resist spilling his guts to his first officer regardless of whether he was even asked.

Leonard had also noticed that Lieutenant Sulu seemed to be avoiding him. They weren’t particularly close, but they has always been friendly. He couldn’t remember doing anything to piss-off the pilot, but Sulu kept glaring at Leonard from across the rec room. A few days previously he had even gotten up and left the table he was sitting at in the mess when Leonard sat down to join him. He made some excuse about being done and needing to get back to the bridge, but he had hardly started on his chicken marsala. Len would ask Chekov what was going on with his best friend if it weren’t for the fact that Leonard couldn’t look at him without thinking about the mystery man and how amazing the sex had been.

It really had been amazing too, and yet it had still left Leonard wanting more. He wanted to know what the man’s mouth tasted like, if he had freckles on his nose and cheekbones to match the ones dusting his shoulders. And Fuck, it wasn’t just the physical side of things either. He wanted to know what the man’s laugh sounded like, what his expression would be when Leonard learned exactly where to touch and caress to draw out those delectable gasps. There was a reason that Leonard didn’t do casual sex, he was a god-damned romantic. Logically, he knew that there was no reason for him to be pining over someone he didn’t even know. For all he knew, he would hate the guy if he actually got to know him. He was a doctor. He knew that what felt like a genuine connection was just dopamine and oxytocin and his neurotransmitters being stupid. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if he had done things differently, if he hadn’t seemed to lose all sense. What could have happened? God damn it. He felt ridiculous.

***

Leonard had never quite realized just how much time he spent around Pavel Chekov. You wouldn’t think that a thirty-three year old doctor and a nineteen year old bridge officer would find themselves thrown together particularly often, but it seemed like he couldn’t get away from him. To be fair, Leonard imagined that he spent more time on the bridge than the average CMO. The alpha shift bridge crew was heinously accident prone. He was forever reminding Jim and Spock that they did, in fact, need to eat. And Jim liked to have Len deliver his daily briefings while he sat at command as an excuse to see his best friend. As chief navigator Chekov was included in all senior officer briefings and it seemed like in his off time Chekov was always in medbay doing some equipment update that he’d dreamed up with Scotty. It also didn’t help that they were friends, or at least shared a group of friends. Len always found himself sitting next to Chekov at meals with the other alpha shift crew or sitting across from him at the card table in the rec room - Chekov was shockingly good at Texas hold ‘em and damn if Leonard didn’t find that attractive.

Leonard found himself listening to Chekov babble on about warp cores, dwarf stars, and constellations, things that normally held no interest for Len, but he was suddenly fascinated by whenever it was Chekov explaining it. Similarly, Chekov obliged him by listening to Len carry on about the latest developments in vaccine design and organ regeneration. The kid may not have been a medical officer, but he was a genius. Of course, Jim was also a genius, but he didn’t care a whit about medicine.

The real problem wasn’t that Chekov’s presence had Leonard’s mind in a tail spin of flashbacks to the best sex of his life. Len was learning to live with that. The real problem was that Leonard found himself enjoying spending time with Chekov a little too much.

***

After work, Leonard tried to beg off socialization and escape to his room, but somehow found himself in the rec room playing cards with Scotty, Sulu, and Uhura while Jim and Chekov took turns playing chess with Spock. He was trying to focus on his hand and not the way Pavel’s thumb was pressed against his pillowy lower lip as he chewed on the edge of the nail. Len was about to see Sulu’s call when the communications panel on the wall behind him beeped. He pressed the button and was greeted by the voice of ensign Kelly. Kelly was Uhura’s communications protégé and apparently currently stationed at the comms.

“Hi Dr. McCoy, sorry to interrupt. The computer said you were in the rec room,” Kelly said.

“It’s fine Kelly. What is it?”

“Communication from earth for you sir. Origin Atlanta, Georgia.” Leonard felt his breath leave his lungs. That could only mean one thing, a communication from his parents and daughter. He wasn’t expecting a call which meant that his mind instantly started spinning with all of the injuries his daughter Joanna could have sustained at the farm or on the playground at school.

“Don’t worry sir, it says non-emergent,” Kelly added and Len felt his chest relax. Joanna was his entire world. When his ex-wife Jocelyn left him, she took every last damn thing Leonard had to his name, but she hadn’t gotten Joanna. That was the one thing he had fought tooth and nail over. Though to be honest, Jocelyn had never been the maternal type. She remained in Joanna’s life in a transient capacity, but mostly she was too busy traveling and making her weird-ass art out of interplanetary metals. She certainly had the money to do whatever she damn well pleased with what she had sold their house for. Len and Joanna had moved home to his parent’s farm, but he hadn’t handled being the divorced loser who had to move home very well. He had been drinking too much and decided that Joanna deserved better so he said fuck it and enlisted in Starfleet.

Joanna had lived with her grandparents since Leonard joined up. It had been easier when he was at the academy. He had been able to see her most weekends and didn’t have to miss any school plays or daddy-daughter dances. Things had been considerably more difficult since the Nerada incident and joining the crew of the Enterprise. He saved his leave for whenever they were close enough to earth to make it down to visit her. They also had a standing weekly call during which they ate dinner as a family and Joanna would update him on school, her horse, and any little thing that came to mind. He soaked up every detail, nothing too small or mundane.

           “Should I put it through to the rec room view screen Sir?” Kelly asked. Obviously Leonard had hesitated a little too long, lost in thought.

           “Sure thing.” He said. “Thanks Kelly.”

          Leonard swung chair around fully so that he was seated right in front of the viewscreen and pressed a few buttons to accept the transmission. His parents swam into focus on the screen and he was greeted by his father’s crinkly eyes and his mother’s warm smile.

“Hey Len!” His dad greeted. “I know you and Jo have a call scheduled in a few days, but she just couldn’t wait to tell you-“ He was interrupted by Joanna bouncing onto the screen.

“Hi Daddy,” She exclaimed. Her infectious smile made Len forget about all of his troubles. “I won first place in the science fair!”

“Really, Jo? That’s amazing.” He could practically feel himself glowing with pride. “Your experiment on the effectiveness of dermal regeneration on different species must have been amazing! I knew it would be! You’re always amazing!” She blushed. “I’m glad that Pawpaw was able to get those synthetic skin polymers for you.” His father was a retired surgeon at Atlanta general and still had connections in the research department.

“Actually daddy-“ she began, biting her lip.

“Is that JoJo?” Jim asked brightly as he came to lean over Len’s shoulder.

“Uncle Jim!” She chirped. The captain had been Uncle Jim to Joanna ever since their first break at Starfleet academy when Jim had gone home to visit with Leonard. Joanna had been four years old and unbearably cute. She had ‘Uncah Jim’ wrapped around her finger in about five seconds flat. Leonard and Jocelyn had both been only children so it really was great for her to have more family.

“I was just telling Daddy that I won the science fair!” Joanna informed him.

“That’s great Jo! Hear that guys,” he asked, turning to the others, “Joanna won her science fair!”

Uhura and Sulu gave a cheer and Scotty gave an ‘O’course ya did Lassy!’ The senior crew of the enterprise had become like her extended family.

“It is Joanna?” Chekov asked brightly, sliding into the empty seat next to Leonard. Joanna’s eyes lit up.

“Guess what Pavel, guess what?” Suddenly everyone else in the room ceased to matter. Joanna adored Pavel Chekov. He was energetic and listened to her with genuine interest. She was also fascinated by his job guiding the ship.

“What,” Pavel asked eagerly.

“Our navigational chart of the Andromeda system won!”

“Your what,” Leonard asked in confusion. The last time he had spoken to Joanna he was sure she was planning on dermal regeneration.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you Daddy,” She explained, “After our last call when you had an emergency in sickbay, Pavel and I started talking about the constellations of the Andromeda system and how subspace variations affect their use in navigational charting. I really loved our idea about dermal regeneration, but I wanted to try something new so Pavel’s been helping me with my project!” Len had forgotten about that. The last time he had been talking to Joanna had also been in the rec room. She had wanted to talk with ‘Auntie ‘Hura’ for  a school report on a woman she admired so Leonard had taken the call in the rec room where they could all have a chat. He had been called to sickbay for an emergency and hadn’t been able to make it back before Joanna had been dragged off to bed by his parents. He supposed Chekov must have been there. He knew that Joanna liked Pavel, but he hadn’t realized that she had started to think of him as a part of her little Starfleet family.

“Oh, I-I didn’t realize you knew Lieutenant Chekov quite so well,” He replied dumbly.

“I’m sorry Leonard, I didn’t think to tell you,” Chekov whispered to Len.

“No, no it’s fine,” He said, “I’m just surprised. But that’s great!”

Honestly he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about Chekov becoming more entwined with his family. Of course there was a large part of him that loved it, went all warm and gooey at the thought. But then there was the other part of him that could only think about how much more difficult it would be to ignore his feelings for the younger man.

“Pavel has been wonderful helping Joanna,” Leonard’s mom joined in. Of course he was. Pavel was wonderful with everything. The fact that he was so good with Joanna only made Len fall a little deeper.

“The judges were really impressed with the addition of the sub-space oscillations to the vector equation,” Joanna continued explaining. Leonard just smiled and shook his head in defeat. He was smart of course, but his girl had a mind for physics and space science that she certainly didn’t get from him. It was a good thing that she had Uncle Jim-and apparently Chekov-to help her in that regard.

“Of course they were Joanna,” Pavel exclaimed, “Your ideas were brilliant.” Joanna beamed in response. God Leonard hoped she wasn’t developing a crush on Chekov. That was the last thing he needed. ‘No honey I don’t think that Pavel should be your boyfriend. I was thinking more like your stepfather,’ was not a conversation he ever wanted to have. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he should have a few years until he had worry about Johanna and boys before returning his attention to the conversation.

“I’m real proud of you JoJo.” Len said warmly.

“Thanks Daddy! I know that you don’t have much extra transmission time on the ship so I’ll let you go now. I just really, really wanted to tell you.”

“I’m glad you did JoJo,” He replied sincerely. “Thanks for the call Mom, Pops,” he added.

“Bye Daddy, I love you!” Joanna chirped.

“Bye sweet pea. I love you too!” He reached forward and ended the call.  Jim returned to his chess game with Spock and the rest of them returned to their cards. Chekov hadn’t moved the chair next to Len so he turned to him and quirked an eyebrow.

“You trying to get my kid interested in space?” He asked with mock disdain.

“You know she already is, Len,” Chekov said with a laugh. “You can blame that one on Jim, not me.”

“Hey, don’t go throwing me under the bus!” Jim hollered from the nearby table.

“It’s true Jim,” Leonard said. “Until ‘Uncah Jim’ came along she wanted to be a ballerina, not a damn starship captain.”

“Your girl’s got drive Len,” Sulu pointed out. “She’ll probably outrank all of us someday.”

“Thanks for helping Jo with her project Pav,” Leonard said turning to the younger man with a warm smile. He knew he looked like a damn fool, but he couldn’t help the rush of affection he felt.  He did his best to return his attention to the game at hand and continue riding the wave of happiness that had blocked out what was coming the next day.

[faustocosgrove]

oh yeah? well psychoanalyze this!

so i forgot to post the night befor last’s weird ass dream so i was just going to post it today and lie to you all about when this happened, but then i had an even weirder dream last night so i’m just going to fess up and nip this in the bud or else i fear i’m going to keep having weirder and weirder dreams as punishment.

so night before last i had two separate dreams where i woke up in the middle but last night’s just had one dream with two acts.

~~~

night before last nights weird dreams starts off with me trying to color match in the least logical way possible, then i was running from something and the only place that wasn’t out in the open was a military base so i broke into the military base.

now at this point a logical person would probably think that if me, a wee little human can bust into a military base then clearly a big scary monster (which was presumably what i was running from) would also be able to bust into a military base.

this military base looked a little bit like a mayan pyramid and it also had an honest to god forcefield around it, but in stead of solid wall stopping you it just kind of slowed me down as i was swimming toward the base. once inside there was literally nobody home. opening one door revealed that at the base of teh stairs was a pile of styrofoam, drywall, and other bits and bobs that let me know it was still under construction when the project was abandoned. the rooms on the floor i had busted into were finished, furnished, and lived in. also empty. i got to the last room which had a hologram window that played nature scenes. then i heard the tv in an empty room turn on and i was so scared i woke up.

second dream.

presumably i was still in the same universe as the first because the water looked the same except i had a boat this time. the police arrived and asked me… well i can’t remember what the first guy asked me because i shooed him away. then his partner comes out for round two and she’s a short butch lesbian with buzzed and bleached hair and i immediately turned stupid. told her “i don’t know what i’d tell you if we went on a date later tonight” and i kissed the back of her hand. and then the first guy dragged her away from me.

stg i am a menace and i don’t even mean to be i’m just like this. anyway now y’all are warned that when the revolution comes to not tell me shit about anything because all it takes is one sexy lady just kind of standing there not doing anything to make me crack.

so after that i went to the store (??? ah yes, seduce a cop then go to the store. a totally normal couple of errands to run) and after wandering the entire grocery store i found literally nothing i wanted but then while going past the bakery section i found out it was valentines day and all the valentines day cakes for orders were in the display and they were all these fucking huge cakes. there was a tiny display of generic cakes for pick up customers and they were all half the size and like 90 dollars.

i kept walking past the grocery store and found out the other half of the building was a ritzy hotel. i don’t know how to explain the layout, like imagine a spread sheet, and most of the walls had doors but some doors were key access only and some were regular interior doors and each “room” was sectioned off by a series of key access doors. so every “room” had a bedroom but each also might have a kitchen or a massage parlor or a pool. didn’t find a bathroom. one of the “rooms” had a regular interior door where it should have had a keyed door so i broke into this couple’s hotel room by accident. i left their hotel suite and the room i emerged into had a bunch of people in it and they were all staring at me like “oh my god why were you in their room?” and the girl that gave me the stinkiest look turned out to be a hotel staff member even though she was dressed like it was 2005. so she’s showing people a pool room and i thought to my self “that door’s going to close mysteriously behind her” and then the door closed mysteriously behind her and she stopped making noise. i kept saying “someone open that door, she’s dead” and i finally convinced this guy to open teh door. the light was turned off and he turned it on. got closer to the room and yeah, there she was, dead. for some reason, i was tasked with pulling her body out of teh water, which i did. the things that killed her were discovered, they were sentient mannequin limbs. and since i pulled her out of the water they were coming after me so i was like, grabbing an arm and smashing the joints with a brick while a leg flops on me, then moving on to the leg.

anyway the similarities between the breaking into places and the water world universe clearly imply that there is some shared meaning between these dreams but all i got out of it was the fact that i am not immune to sexy lady.

~~~

last night’s dream was taking place in teh 1970s. i know this because everything was slightly sepia toned.

first i was in the woods with this guy and a panther walks by. like a big cat, not like a sexy older lady! the guy asks me what we wold have done if it had attacked us, like how do you survive an attack by a big cat. i said you don’t. this was news to th panther, and it turne back and looked at us while doing the “curiosity” tail wag thing. the guy looked at me and i looked at the guy and i said “i’ll go get some help” and then it turned out we were not in the deep woods but an entire city was literally right behind me. it wasn’t making any noise. the first road i found was a 5 lane very busy road and i stuck out my thumb to hitch hike. i thought to myself “i’m a sexy lady this should take no time!” and literally every car going past merged into the left lane so no one would be parallel to me when they were stopped by the light. so that was a blow to my ego. the guy scurried past me to a guy in a pick up truck stopped in the far lane and explained that there was a panther and we were trying to get away. the trucker told us he would give us a ride but he was disappointed because we gave him this long explaination about the panther first and asked for a ride second.

the radio is playing a single song, well the chorus of a single song on repeat. except it was just teh singer with no band behind him. it was in a voice that wasn’t mine though. after some light googling, i’ve found the song is “Jack and Diane” by John Mellencamp. which came out in 1982. so somehow my brain only remembered the chorus of the song and edited out the band lol. some more light googling, which was just putting “1960s trucks” “1970s trucks” and “1980s trucks” in an image search reveals that the very first result for “1970s trucks” was almost exactly what this guy’s truck looked like, except instead of yellow and white his was light salmon and cream. so i got the truck right for the 1970s but not the music.

then i was at a restaurant and as i’m sitting there shoving food in my face teh waiter keeps quizzing me but it’s the weirdest fucking quiz. the one question i remember clear enough to repeat verbatum was “have you ever performed a live sacrifice of a gar?” and becaue a lot of the rest of the questions wer garbled i sat and thought for a second to make sure i heard “gar” correctly then i said “you mean the fish???? no.” then he asked me why and i answered “well, presumably because i think fish are cute but i’m too busy with this food right now.”

i’m pretty sure during teh interrogation the waiter asked me if i was drunk and i said either “i don’t know” or “i don’t care” or “i don’t give a fuck”

and then this lady i know sat in front of me and just spoke spanish and everyone around me was waiting for me to respond. i was able to pick out a few phrases and they were all like, subtly insulting. mainly commenting on how during this entire interaction i was shoveling food in my face. in hindsight none of the food had any flavor, not the undercooked shrimp with isopods stuck to its tail, not the lobster, and not the extremely cheap chocolate box cake with store bought frosting. then she switched over to english and said something along the lines of “what do you think of gods who do not behave like gods?” and i responded with “oh, you mean like that asshole?” and pointed to teh ceiling. and then i woke up.

now that i’m awake the person i thought was speaking spanish to me was 100% not the same person i know IRL who speaks spanish because the dream lady was about 7 shades lighter and had a different face.

i feel like i just flunked a spontaneous interview for a dietyship. either that or alienes were trying to get the missile defence codes and fucking up their translation software severly.

~~~

upon further reflection i was way more emotionally invested in the food that i was in the previous dream’s sexy lady. so when the revolution comes and the cops come to drag me away make sure to like, cram a granola bar in my mouth as insurance against any potentially sexy ladies they might have on staff.

[existslikepristin]

Mamba Class

Prepare your butts because this one is chaotic. Make sure to read the very descriptive tags and get out your ELP wrote something dumb bingo cards. Thank you to @panchatea and @ggidolsmuts for beta reads and editing! I promise they're not responsible for the criminally stupid parts of this story, because I rejected those specific edits. They tried to stop this for everybody's benefit, but despite their efforts, it's here.

Tags: TheLounge, NSFW smut, Aespa, Winter, futa!Karina, Ningning, Giselle, look at the cover and try to guess the pairing(s?), also read Get To Blow You first if you haven’t already, penis-vagina sex, anatomy 101, the ultimate birth control, thoughts of throatfucking, thoughts of anal, thoughts of roleplay, thots of Aespa, thoughts of hatred, thoughts of questionable sexualities, thoughts of heterosexual sex, thoughts of homosexual sex, there’s a lot of thinking about lots of sexual topics okay just read the damn fic, wait there are more tags, bartering for nudes, choking intended to be violent but turns out to be sexy, cunnilingus, creeper photos, panty-stealing, breeding, crying about breeding, and I think maybe some student/teacher roleplay, okay now you can read the fic, thank you for coming to my TED tags

The room was similar to a set on which SM had made them shoot a very low budget video with particularly bad microphones. Tiny school desks with built-in chairs awkwardly set up next to each other in an otherwise bland, flat, entirely purple room. The difference was that this time there were only three desks instead of four, because Karina wasn’t seated. She was dressed as a sexy school teacher and trying—failing—to set up an oldschool overhead projector.

Of course, referring to any of Karina’s outfits as “sexy” was redundant. A pencil skirt, glasses, heels, and white blouse so tight that a button had to be left undone? Yeah. That’s fair. Looking like a sex nuke in some dorky-ass costume, Winter thought. She didn’t resent Karina for being so hot, but she still wasn’t over some portion of her inferiority complex, it seemed.

“Aw, come on,” Karina mumbled, “I had this ancient thing working at home…”

Giselle’s voice was muffled by her arms. “Why didn’t we just stay there, then?” Her boorish behavior matched her look. Her school uniform was worn askew, missing a button or two at both the top and bottom of her dress shirt, her necktie’s knot all the way down to her clavicle, and her stockings were replaced with fishnets. Her head was down, as if she was trying to take a nap.

“Yeah,” said Ningning. She wore her uniform a little differently. The skirt was far too short, the deep-cut shirt was tied up to make it an impromptu crop top, the jacket was left wide open, and she somehow found a pair of hot pink heels to wear over her white calf-length socks. She twirled her hair around her finger. “And why did we have to get dressed up for this?”

Winter scoffed. The other two were barely “dressed up,” unlike her. She’d put some effort in. Her uniform was steam-pressed, her stockings were regulation length, and, well, frankly, she didn’t look like such a god-damned whore. “Stop complaining.” Winter chided them both. “Karina said it was important, so we better listen.”

“Thank you, Winter,” Karina said. Teacher’s pet pride welled up in Winter’s chest. “Now if I could just turn this darn thin—Ah, fuck!” 

Intense light jabbed Karina in the eye as the device flicked on as she peered into the reflectors. She staggered toward the light switch, blinking the residual shadows out of her eyes while the others chuckled. “I read an article online that said creating a clearly defined… ugh.” Karina rubbed at her eye as the light cut out. “A clearly defined educational scenario is good for information retention.”

Ningning gave Winter a confused look. Winter shrugged. She wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t the time, to explain big words to the bimbo.

On the wall, upside down, was a cutout diagram of a uterus, arrows pointing at each section. Karina sighed and flipped it right side up. "Who can tell me what this is?"

Winter and Giselle rolled their eyes at each other. Ningning answered, "My baby factory?"

Karina continued, unphased by the blatant disregard for scientific anatomical terminology. "Well, that is its function, kind of, yes. For the sake of ease, I'll be referring to this, collectively, as the vagina, but it's a fascinating piece of biological machinery, capable of creating life!"

"But only if it gets filled to the brim with the creamiest baby batter from a rock hard cock, right?" Ningning asked.

"Yyyes? Sure." Karina moved on, pointing everything out as she said it out loud. "See, here we have the parts you've no doubt seen, the labia majora and minora, the clitoris, and the vaginal opening. Just above is the unfortunately lesser-known urethra. That's where you pee from. And then inside, we have the vagina itself, cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries. These are the sections in which a baby can begin to be created, when a sperm manages to penetrate an egg."

She was interrupted by a loud, fake snore from Giselle. "We know how it wooorks!"

"No, this is good! I didn't know babies were made that far up in my hoohah!" Ningning was doing a great job at playing the ditsy student, though Winter couldn't tell if it was an act or not. "So what you're saying is that you have to really get absolutely flooded with jizz so it's squeezed through those teeny tiny fallcopium tubes?"

Winter scowled. "It's 'fal-OH-pee-in.' And just a little will do. Only one sperm cell has to get to an egg for pregnancy to occur."

"Cell…?" Ningning mumbled.

"Yes, thank you Wint—" Karina said. 

"But," Giselle cut in with a sly grin, "surely more cum gives better chances, maybe even for more babies at once, right?"

Ningning's eyes lit up like they were extra projectors. "I hope so!"

"N—Hey! Let's not get too far off-lesson!" Karina looked flustered.

In spite of that flustering, or maybe partially because of it, Winter still found herself staring every few seconds. She licked her lips. Karina’s tits were the stuff of dreams. Her ass was held tightly by the pencil skirt, which slimmed it down, but it still so clearly flared out from her hips. As she stepped around the fake classroom, adjusting her maybe-fake glasses and pointing at the images on the wall, describing the functions of the female anatomy, the heavy clicking of her pointed heels on the floor gave Winter the kinds of ideas reserved for the bedroom, basement dungeon, and naughty fanfiction (which, considering one of those scenarios is currently relevant, the ideas were like, Karina forcing Winter to lick the heels, pushing them against her throat, etc, all while calling Winter a dirty, dirty girl, and masturbating onto her face. That would be hot, right, you dirty slut? You totally want to read about—).

Winter shook the horniness out of her head and caught back up with Karina’s likely-unnecessary sex ed lesson. She was just finishing the description of stem cell division.

"Now, having explained the basics," Karina stated with a very anime-esque push of her glasses up her nose, "I can explain how our birth control works. Though there are many types, ours has the side benefit of preventing all sexually transmitted infections without requiring barriers like condoms or dams, but it is also one hundred percent guaranteed effective. You see…" She swapped out projector slides to an image of a penis and a vagina, each covered by a ghostly blue sheen. "A nano force field is projected from each cell within the genital region…"

Obviously, Winter was fully aware of how their birth control worked. It was honestly so simple and easy to understand. Therefore, she took the opportunity to fantasize further about Karina. Since the Get to Blow You event, being canonically just over a week earlier, she had avoided Karina in the dorm. Sure, she was feeling quite a bit more confident in herself since then, but not quite so confident as the day itself, and she didn't want to come across as too eager to choke herself near to death on Karina’s footlong schlong at every possible opportunity. Which, for clarity, she was. Eager, that is.

Winter’s imagination ran wild with all of the things she wanted to do with Karina at once. She wanted to dress as a sexy maid and have homeowner!Karina throatfuck her for missing a spot while dusting, be saved from a burning building by firefighter!Karina and resuscitated via throatfuck, and welcome sailor!Karina home from a long voyage with a hug and/or a throatfuck right on the dock… But she fantasized about more than just throatfucking! Winter wanted Karina to bend her over a log on a mountain hiking trail and fuck her pussy, to fuck her ass on an Antarctic science mission, and to lock her in a dungeon and feed her nothing but cum by brutally throatfucking her like a war criminal.

Who’s the war criminal in that one…? Wait, why do I care? Stretch my throat, Karina, fuuuck…

A slap on the arm snapped Winter back to reality. Giselle gave her an “are you an idiot” sort of look and pointed at her mouth. Only then did Winter notice that she’d been drooling. She quickly wiped the throat lubricatio—drool away and looked back up at Karina just in time to catch the last sentences of the lecture.

“Therefore, as hot-blooded hot girls with large networks of extremely attractive friends…” Karina spun around to face the schoolgirls again, her tits coming to rest shortly after the rest of her stopped moving. “We are now perfectly within our rights (and expectations) to engage in any sexual activity we wish, with zero percent chance of pregnancy! Any questions?”

Winter assumed there would be no questions, but was immediately proven wrong.

“WHAT?!” Ningning screamed.

Karina blinked. “What… what?”

“ZERO PERCENT CHANCE OF PREGNANCY?!” That time, everybody covered their ears. They could still hear Ningning just fine.

“Um, yeah.” Giselle took a turn to respond. “That’s kind of exactly the point of ‘birth control.’”

“BIRTH CONTROL LETS YOU CONTROL WHEN YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! IT’S IN THE NAME!”

“Technically yes, but like, by preventing it. It’s not like a remote con—”

Ningning’s next scream didn’t consist of words. It was an incoherent banshee wail. Winter stood up to slap a hand over her mouth. “God, Ningning! Calm the fuck down. What’s the big deal?” She pulled her hand away just in time to avoid being bitten.

“You can’t…” Ningning stuttered hard, “You can’t— You c— You can’t— You can’t— YOU CAN’T TELL ME— You can’t tell me about how baby-making works, getting me all hot and worked up, just to say I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!”

Winter would have planted her hands on her hips, but she still needed them to prevent hearing loss. “Yeah you did. Idol contract bullshit. Don’t worry, though. It’s reversible.”

Ningning stood up slowly, gripped the collar of Winter’s shirt, got inches away from her face, and whispered menacingly. She shook with the kind of rage a momma bear would have if she found out she didn’t actually have any babies to momma and wouldn’t be having any any time soon, which was an appropriately specific type of rage for the situation. Her enormous eyes were far wider than usual. “Hhhooowww?”

Winter shook too, but with the kind of fear that a puppy would have if confronted with a momma bear shaking with the kind of rage a momma bear would—everybody got the point.

“You can just get it reversed, Ningning,” Karina said, cautiously stepping forward. “After our contracts expire.”

Ningning’s head snapped over to her. “THAT’S GOING TO BE YEARS FROM NOW AND I WANNA GET BRED!”

“Babe,” Giselle said, far too calmly for the situation, “we work for SM. We get bread every daaay. Hahaaa—Shit.”

Giselle had to jump out of and behind her desk to put it between herself and Ningning, who let go of Winter to go on a new warpath. “THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR JOKES! I! NEED! BABIES!”

The action movie played out in a half circle around Winter. Giselle faked a twitch in one direction, then broke in the other, running past Karina and behind Ningning’s desk just in time to dodge a grab. Unfortunately for her, the previous momma bear analogy proved quite apt, as Ningning picked the desk up and tossed it backward, narrowly missing Winter and smashing into the room’s fourth wall. It hurt your knees.

Before Ningning got her (a sufficiently vague phrase for the incoming violence, in Winter’s mind), Giselle threw up her hands, winced back, and quickly shouted, “Hol’uptheresanotherway!”

Ningning squinted. "What do you mean, ‘another way?’"

Giselle continued with her arms still mostly in front of her face. "Well you see, the birth control—"

"Birth prevention," Ningning corrected, incorrectly.

"Sure. Birth prevention can only take so much of a beating before it gives out. If it gets hit by too much semen, surely it will let the sperm through and you'll get pregnant."

Winter and Karina stared at each other. Karina mouthed something like, What is she saying?

Winter responded with a similarly soundless, How am I supposed to know what nonsense Giselle is spouting? It’s an obvious lie, but I honestly hope it gets Ningning to calm down. I fear for my safety. It seemed that Karina didn’t catch all of that, so, rather than try again, Winter just shrugged. It seemed to get across the necessary part of the message.

Ningning gazed into the vacuum of space. “Too much semen…” she whispered dreamily, “Extreme breeding…”

Giselle raised her eyebrows, put down her arms, and smirked. “Um, yes. Exactly. Extreme breeding is your best bet. You’ll have to try real, real hard though, you know? Just like, constant fucki—” She was interrupted by a stern throat-clearing and glare from Karina. “I mean, just once a week, when you’re ovulating.”

“Once a week?!” Karina interjected. “What happened to the information retention from my lecture?!”

Ignoring her entirely, Giselle continued. “Yeh, totally. Or yeah, like however long it takes you to ovulate. Just ask Karina to fuck you until your womb is overflowing and eventually the birth… prevention will break and you’ll get totally super preggo.”

Ningning blinked back out of her daydream and pointed back at the teacher. “Karina?”

“Yup,” said Giselle.

Silence.

“What?” asked Ningning.

Giselle rolled her eyes. “Well she’s got a huuuge dick, and jizzes like, multiple gallons at a time.” She gestured at Karina, then made repeated “bursting” motions with her hand, accompanying them with explosion noises.

Well, that’s not awkward at all, Winter thought.

Ningning’s eyes met Karina’s, but once again the room was silent (besides Giselle’s continuing explosive ejaculation sounds).

“Is that true?” Ningning eventually asked.

Karina cringed and scratched her eyebrow. “I mean… it’s not that big.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me about that?! I love cocks!”

“You… Ningning, you just turned eighteen. It’s only early-to-mid-December of 2020 right now, remember?” Karina reminded the reade—her members of when this story took place. Winter nodded, her blonde-blue hombre hair waving around her shoulders as she did. Giselle also confirmed that she was, in fact, still blonde, in case you forgot.

“That’s given me at least a month and a half to discover my love of dick! How do you know I haven’t been getting bred since Halloween.”

Karina took a deep, frustrated breath. “You lost your virginity last week. I literally had to pull Hyunjin’s dick out of your pussy, and you screamed at me in front of him for ruining your first time.”

“Yeah, but—”

“He ran away. You didn’t even ask him if… It’s fine. We’ve been over this.”

“I know. I know.” Ningning didn’t sound especially sincere. “Ask for consent. I remember. Will you please destroy my birth prevention with your explosively powerful jizz missile, Karina?”

“What? I’m not going to do th—”

Ningning growled, clenched her fists in front of her chin, and shook with the kind of rage a momma bear—everybody. Got. The point.

“Damn! Fine!” Karina shouted. “Just… show me your tits so I can get in the mood… maybe.”

Ningning’s entire demeanor shifted from mad momma mammal to cheery Chinese chipmunk at record speed. She spun on her heels and, facing away from Karina, worked to untie the knot holding her shirt together.

Karina huffed, sighed, and lifted her pencil skirt, cinching it around her waist. The look on her face was very much that of one who was done with the situation they’d been forced into. The look on Winter’s face was very much that of one who was on the verge of drooling (again). Karina’s underwear couldn’t contain her enormous dick, so it was, for all intents and purposes, as if she wasn’t wearing any. It hung, bare, against her right leg. Winter marveled at it, wondering how it hadn’t been visible before, since it seemed to reach down further than the skirt had.

As the leader and maknae prepared for what was sure to be a mighty fucking, Giselle walked back over to Winter. She looked strangely impressed. “What a strange turn of events, huh?”

“If you say so.” Winter shrugged. “It seems a little contrived though, like something Rina would write. Oh, but you knew about Karina’s penis too, huh?”

“Haha, hell yeah. It’s fucking awesome, right?” The two high fived each other. Winter immediately regretted high fiving to the objectification of her biggest crush.

Wait, Giselle has seen her cock… Surely, that must have been in the last few days, Winter thought.

Ningning finished untying her shirt, and started turning back around to face Karina with her chest fully exposed. “I hope you know what you’re talking about Giselle, because I really can’t wait until the end of my contract to get knocke—DADDY OF GOD!”

“Ha!” Winter fake-laughed and playfully jabbed Giselle in the rib. “That’s what I said when I first saw it too.”

“You said ‘daddy of god?’” Giselle asked in a mocking tone.

Ningning was on her knees in front of Karina within seconds, lifting the magnificent member to eye level. “Is this real life?”

“Well not exactly.” Winter corrected herself. “I said ‘mother of god,’ not ‘daddy,’”

“Oh, that’s funny. I said ‘mommy.’” Giselle smirked, pulled her desk closer to Winter’s, and sat down.

Rubbing the stress out of her eyes, Karina said, “Yes. It’s real.”

“‘Mommy of god’ or just ‘mommy?’” Winter asked.

Giselle nodded, “‘Mommy of god,’ yeah.”

“And you’ll fuck a baby into me with it?” Ningning’s eyes sparkled.

Karina sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Go ahead and take off your panties.”

“That really is funny,” Winter said, then lowered her voice, “Do you think the first time Karina saw her own cock she said ‘father of god?’ Because if she did, it would be like… full circle, you know? ‘Father, Mother, Mommy, Daddy.’”

“Panties? Why would I be wearing panties?”

“Y-you!” Karina gawked. “Why would you be weari—Why wouldn’t you in a skirt that short?!”

“In case I get pregnant, duh. The baby has to be able to breathe, you psycho.”

Giselle gave Winter a curious look. “That was a weird order to say those in.”

“Well I’m just saying them in the order they happened.” Winter sat back down as well. “Clearly Karina saw her own dick first, then me a little bit ago, then you, and now Ningning.”

“Gorl, I’ve been on that cock for like a year now.”

Winter’s jaw dropped. “‘Been on?’ What’s that mean?”

“You know, like bouncing on it.” Giselle leaned closer and whispered, “Gettin’ fuuucked.”

Winter was glad she was sitting. It wasn’t a surprise that Giselle might have had sex with Karina, but… This… fucking, Winter thought, She… she fucked Karina before me? What a goddamn whore! Of course, it made sense to Winter that Karina would fuck Ningning before fucking her. Karina was being compelled to do so for the sake of saving everybody’s lives. It was a heroic sacrifice that Winter got to watch.

She couldn’t look at Giselle anymore without fuming, so she instead turned her full attention toward Karina and Ningning. Ningning was already on the floor, on her back, with her legs folded almost behind her head. Karina was on her hands and knees, letting Ningning guide her dick.

The scene was actually quite ideal. Winter could watch and maybe deduce what things Karina liked, in a sexual sense. This was just a good experiment, and she wouldn’t let Giselle being a massive Karina-thieving slut ruin her observation. Just because Giselle was a dumb whore who might have taken Karina’s precious virginity while Winter was completely unaware didn’t mean she had to dwell on it while her panties got soaked by watching Karina fuck Ningning who was also quite attractive and had a lovely ass with her beautiful, gorgeous cock and her equally beautiful ass and legs gently guiding herself downward toward the awaiting cavern of—Goddammit Giselle you fucking tramp bitch slut.

Juices subtly bubbled around Karina’s cock as she sunk into Ningning’s pussy.

Winter was torn between her mild disgust at how obscenely wet Ningning was and her not-so-mild horniness. She glanced at Giselle, despite still being disgusted and/or jealous, to see if, perhaps, Giselle was masturbating, in case she could use that as an excuse to begin doing so herself. She was disappointed to see that wasn’t the case. In fact, Giselle was resting her head in her arms like she was going to try to sleep through the scene in front of them.

"OOOH YES, DADDYYY!" Ningning screamed as Karina came close to bottoming out. There was already a small puddle forming under Ningning’s raised butt.

"D-don't… why would you call me that?" Karina asked to entirely no avail, as Ningning only kept screaming.

"OPEN MY CERVIX, DADDY! MAKE BABIES IN ME WITH YOUR HUGE PENIS!"

Winter kicked at Giselle’s desk, offended that a dumb slut wench wouldn’t take interest in the most beautiful woman in the world. "Hey," she whispered, "Hey! Aren’t you going to watch? This was kind of your idea."

Giselle grunted and kicked Winter’s desk in return. "I can hear it just fine."

"But, you're missing out on the action…"

Sitting part-way back up, Giselle revealed her phone in her lap, camera pointed under her desk and toward the aforementioned action. "Oh I'm not missing anything."

"PREGNANT ME!"

“You’re—! You’re recording this?!” Winter hissed.

“Obviously. This was basically my plan all along. The spank bank has been running a little low on funds if you know what I mean.”

Karina turned her head over her shoulder. “What are you guys talking abou—”

“MAKE MY VAGINA A BED AND BREAKFAST!” Ningning was somehow, even with her legs pinned so far over her head, still able to thrust back up into Karina. Winter couldn’t tell who, but one of them squeaked when their pelvises smashed together. Given that Ningning was providing all the evidence in the world that she was a screamer, Winter could only assume the squeak was Karina’s, which made it absolutely adorable. Again, Winter’s imagination ran wild. If she could deepthroat Karina fast enough, suddenly enough, maybe she could hear that same sound again.

Oh fuck, if she did that I would cum on the spot. Wait… Giselle… Spank bank?

Winter very loudly scooted her desk closer to Giselle’s and hushedly repeated her thoughts verbally. “Giselle… Spank bank?”

“Hell yeah, spank bank. If I’m horny without a girl nearby, what else am I gonna do but jill one out?”

“No I get it I know what that is I mean what’s in it?” Winter asked with minimal punctuation.

Giselle smirked and lifted her phone, hitting the stop button on the camera and changing screens a few times at an angle Winter couldn’t see.

“JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME! JIZZ IN ME!”

“We just started, Ningning! Calm down!”

Winter felt bad that Karina had to deal with a weird semen demon all by herself, but was nonetheless far too invested in seeing whatever Giselle, who was still a stupid little harot to be clear, was about to show her. She shoved her desk even closer, trapping Giselle in place.

“Don’t tell Karina,” Giselle whispered, “but she only knows about half of these, roughly… Ah, this one’s my favorite.”

The concept of Giselle having spank bank-able pictures without Karina’s knowledge gave Winter pause, but her horny mind took over the moment Giselle turned the phone around. Winter gasped. Displayed in the highest of resolutions was a selfie Karina took, lifting one of her breasts with her free hand and sucking on her own nipple.

Heart rate reaching a thousand beats per minute, Winter snatched the phone from Giselle’s hand to get a closer look. She was so engrossed in the image she didn’t register that she was soaking through her panties and onto her desk chair. Even Ningning’s screaming faded into the background.

But Giselle’s words cut through. “And there’s more.”

The urgency with which Winter’s fingers flicked the phone would have appalled her if she had the wherewithal to judge herself. Photo after photo flew by. Giselle’s phone was a perverted pirate’s dream booty’s worth of Karina booty. How?! How can she have all of this?!

Some of the pictures were clearly taken by Karina herself. From the multiple angles of titty sucking, to feet pics, to dildo kissing, to full-body mirror shots of both flaccid penis and erect penis varieties, to outfit show-offs, to a picture of her looking into the camera while eating Giselle out, to awkwardly taken butt shots, to a five second video of her slowly jerking her cock. Some of the pictures seemed dubious, such as a picture of Karina wrapped in a towel walking through their living room in low light, a picture clearly taken through a cracked door of Karina double-penetrating herself with dildos, and one taken in the laundry room, taken from behind as Karina bent over with nothing but panties… Winter squinted at that picture. The butt didn’t look big enough to be Karina’s…

“Giselle, this one isn’t Karina.”

“Oh, uh… let me see. Must have put the normal porn I downloaded in the wrong fold—”

“That’s me!”

Winter dodged Giselle’s attempt to take the phone back. Did she say the wrong folder? She tapped the back button and looked at the folder name, “tits.” One more back button and she was greeted with another, named “best gorls” with three folders inside, titled “tits,” “eyes,” and “flat.”

The subsequent game of Keep-The-Phone-Away-From-Giselle was accompanied by a string of profanity that no author should ever reproduce, and resulted in Giselle’s head stuck in a leglock as they scrambled onto the floor. Winter managed to open the “flat” folder mid-scuffle and found it full of official promotional photos of herself, as well as pictures Giselle clearly took without her permission or awareness that mostly involved Winter in compromising positions and states of undress around the dorm.

Just before Winter could shout to Karina, who seemed otherwise very preoccupied with the screaming and creaming girl she was press-mating, Giselle choked out a “Wait!”

Winter glared down, honoring the last wish of a soon to be dead woman. “What?”

“Don’t say anything! I’ll share!” Giselle strained, face turning red, “All of it!”

A folder full of—Winter hit the back button to check—one thousand four hundred and seventy-three sexually charged pictures and/or videos of Karina minus at least one that was actually of herself surely couldn’t convince Winter to ignore the creepiness and privacy violations required to obtain them. But, when Winter looked to the side, Karina’s colossal, jackhammering cock immediately changed her mind.

“Fine. But I get to delete all of mine.”

“Okay cool.” Giselle’s face was slightly purple. “Also don’t stop, Mommy.”

Winter released her from the leglock. “The hell did you just say?”

Giselle gasped for air, face shifting back to its normal coloration. “I said ‘okay cool also don’t stop mommy.’ Because I wanted you to keep choking me with your beautiful thighs and maybe do other violent and or nasty things to me.”

“RELEASE YOUR EGGS AND LET THEM PENETRATE MY SPERMS, KARINA!”

“That’s not how it works!” Karina shouted.

Winter groaned. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

Winter averted her gaze to stare at the Karina x Ningning action again. She was extremely turned on by the sight. In fact, she was turned on by just about everything that was happening in the room, except for Giselle being a pretty slut between her legs and probably willing to do whatever sexual favors Winter might ask for. Why do you have to be cute too? God… I’m not that gay. Just a lot for Karina… and a little bit gay for Ningning maybe? And if I ever got to fuck Taeyeon, that would be awesome. And there was that one time… Dammit.

Winter never did make good on Karina’s offer to have sex, and she didn’t release any of that pent up energy on anybody else. She must have been affected by the lack of affection. Affection, in this case, being sex.

She sighed heavily, resigning to her horny fate. “How about you just kiss me, Giselle?”

“You got it—Do you mean your face or under the skirt?”

“I mean…” Winter rubbed her eyes with one hand, and touched her panties with the other. They were still quite wet. “Dammit, yeah. Down here.”

Giselle pumped a fist. “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this, Winter!”

“I already do. Oh and you’re still a harlot and I hate you.”

With minimal effort, Giselle lifted Winter enough to remove the soaked panties, which she tossed back to her own desk, next to her bag. “Hot damn, yes. Call me more smart mean names. OH! And feel free to look through my gallery there, and delete whatever you want, and choke me out with your thighs if any of it makes you like, really mad.”

“Just blow me Giselle.”

Giselle did as she was told, putting Winter’s clit in her mouth and sucking right away.

“FOUR HUNDRED BABIES!”

Winter hummed and laid her head down, doing her best to relax to the calming, spa-like sounds of Ningning’s high-decibel demands for semen. But relaxing was difficult. The floor wasn’t especially comfortable, she was lying to herself about the screaming being calming, and it pissed her off a little bit that Giselle was immediately proving to be good at eating pussy.

There was a silver lining to each negative though. The floor may have been uncomfortable, but she couldn’t deny the incredible view of Karina’s ass. The screams may have been disturbing, but Ningning’s enthusiasm was… arousing. And Winter may have been pissed, but Giselle was really, really good. In fact, she was great. Her lips were soft like Hyungwon’s, her tongue was quick like Jooheon’s, she nuzzled her nose into Winter’s clit like IM, and she squeezed Winter’s thighs the same cute way Kihyun did. Surely, one woman couldn’t be the pussy eating equivalent of an entire boy band.

Winter begrudgingly wove her fingers into Giselle’s hair and scratched lightly, to let Giselle know to keep going the way she was going, and to hopefully get the message across that Giselle was a homewrecking bitch who didn’t deserve Karina’s angelic cock. Giselle moaned at the scratching, which was at least some kind of acknowledgement. Acknowledgement of which part, however, Winter was starting not to care.

“Keep… uh… fuck, god,” Winter muttered. Her hands shook, but she still got Giselle’s phone up to her face. She started tapping the delete button on any pictures of herself she didn’t recognize. Winter couldn’t even remember when she had been watching a movie in the living room without pants, and yet there she was, bare ass cheeks clear as day (through a piece of sheer fabric and between the legs of a coffee table). Do I always sit like that? What was I think—I was thinking we were in private and nobody was staring at my ass!

“GIMME GIMME GIMME YOUR CUM DADDY KARINA YEEES!”

After deleting twenty or thirty dirty pictures, Winter’s mind wandered too far south to think about the pictures anymore. When she looked down, Giselle looked back up, pouting with her eyes, but only doubling her effort on Winter’s pussy. Stupid slut, Winter thought, trying to seduce me with those big, pretty, bedroom eyes and her rebel kid makeup and her stupid, pretty…

“God dammit!” Winter tore her eyes away from Giselle, opting instead to look at the true, ultimate object of her desire, which was definitely Karina, and not Giselle’s stupid face.

“Shit, are you okay? Did I scrape you? I thought I was keeping my teeth—”

“Keep licking, whore!”

Giselle’s mouth instantly engulfed her pussy again, and Winter could feel herself involuntarily smirking.

Sex was in the air itself, and it fueled Winter’s horniness. She watched Karina’s legs as they strained to not only hold her up but bounce her up and down over Ningning. For a moment, she indulged herself in the fantasy of being in Ningning’s place (not that Winter ever indulged in fantasizing normally).

The fantasy didn’t last long though. Karina’s thrusts were becoming erratic. It had only been a few minutes, but it appeared that she was on the verge of orgasm. Winter only saw a bit of her face, but suddenly felt the need to turn on Giselle’s camera again. She got it filming at the perfect moment to catch Karina whimpering. “N-ningning… Fuck I’m gonna—”

“CUM DADDY?! YOU’RE GONNA FILL ME? JIZZ? CREAMY JIZZ CUM IN MY MOMMY WOMB MAKE ME PREGNANT?”

Up until that moment, Winter thought she would never see someone droop their head in shame at the moment of orgasm, but that’s exactly what she saw when Karina’s balls tensed up.

“Yyyeah… I’m cumm—”

“YYYESSS! CUM CUM CUM! GIMME BABY JUICE! BREED MY PUSSY!”

Winter was shocked at the volume of semen that burst out of Ningning, around Karina’s dick. She distinctly remembered struggling to swallow all of it previously. Actually, I didn’t swallow it all, I guess. Some went straight down my throat, then I swallowed some, and then I kissed the last mouthful into Karina… Oh my god, I kissed Karina’s cum into her mouth and made her swallow it… I’m so goddamn awesome. Winter had that exact train of thought at least once a day for the prior week, and it never got old.

No matter how goddamn awesome she was though, Winter still felt jealous watching Karina’s cream pouring. Ningning was getting all of it by being batshit crazy. All Winter had to do was ask. Hell, she could probably lick it off as it passed Ningning’s asshole.

Ningning bit her lip with a smile as Karina pulled out slowly, inch after still-hard inch pulling her further off the floor like a hydraulic jack until popping free. Karina didn’t get far, as Ningning grabbed her by the waist and hooked her legs over Karina’s shoulders. “More? Dreamy daddy cum cum more?”

What little of Karina’s face was visible to Winter revealed terror, so Winter shut off the camera and chimed in. “You know, Ningning, it can take a while for semen to build up in potency. She’s going to need some time to recuperate if you want the maximum chances of making a baby.”

“But how looong?”

The way Ningning said “long” made it sound like a euphemism for Karina’s dick, which was accurate.

“Wwweek—Months, potentially…” Karina sighed. “Yeah, like it jumps from two percent to thirty if you give it a good two months.”

“But that’s… so…”

Winter stopped listening as Ningning started crying. She opened Giselle’s gallery again, and got back to work deleting creep pictures, simultaneously enjoying the apology cunnilingus (Winter assumed it was an apology). Dropped an earbud under the car seat and bent over with her ass up? Deleted. Brushing her teeth in the living room with her nipples poking through her shirt? Deleted. Just a straight up picture of her unwashed panties in a laundry basket? Deleted.

Then Winter passed a selfie Giselle took with her (which Winter was willing to pose for at the time). She remembered that night. They were both a little drunk, and took at least twenty pictures before they settled on one that wasn’t blurry, and neither of them looked like idiots. She scrolled past only to find Giselle had kept them all, twenty-three to be exact. Winter groaned. She didn’t delete the bad ones… They’re just phone pics… It was probably more effort to delete them than organize them…

Trying not to think about it too much, Winter flipped the camera back on and pointed it down at Giselle, snapping a photo while she was too occupied to notice. She navigated back to the gallery and moved the new picture of Giselle’s face between her legs into the “flat” folder, then quickly renamed the folder to “Thighs,” then renamed it again to “PERSONALITY.” Content with the final result, Winter closed the phone, closed her eyes, and laid back again to try and enjoy her treatment.

“Winter? Giselle? What are you doing?”

The cunnilingus stopped, and Winter popped her eyes back open. She stared up at Karina, who was still mid-hug with a quietly sobbing Ningning.

“Uh… nothing! Just, um, demonstrating… your lesson to Giselle. She wanted to, uh, see the urethra up close. So unfortunate how few people know about it.”

“Oh! That was part of my lesson! You retained the information!”

Winter’s heart fluttered at the exhausted pride that shone off of Karina’s cheeks.

“So.” Giselle sat up, adjusting her unkempt clothes to her preferred style of unkemptness. “Ningning. You feeling successfully bred?”

Ningning sniffed. Her lips quivered. “I… I don’t know. Maybe. Do I look bred?”

Giselle stood up and hugged her. “Awww, babe. You look super bred. And sooo super fertile. Do you want some extra fertility tea? I can make you some.”

Transferring her clinging from Karina to Giselle, Ningning gave a sad nod. “Mhm. Can I have another cock after that?”

Karina looked incredulous.

“Of course, honey. Let’s get you that tea to warm up your womb and call around to find you a big juicy cock.” Giselle grabbed her bag from her desk and walked out of the room, arm wrapped around Ningning’s shoulders.

Winter tried to roll her eyes, but stopped when they pointed at Karina’s dick, exposed and dripping a couple of viscous liquids. It was hanging, so Winter assumed it was going soft, but it still nearly touched Karina’s knees.

Following Winter’s eyes down, Karina shoved her skirt back down. The tip of her cock still poked out from the bottom. “Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to flash you… I guess you just saw all of that though. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No! No, it’s fine. Yeah. You did what you had to do.”

“Yyyup, I guess I did, didn’t I?”

“Definitely, yeah. You joined this precinct to save lives, and by jove that’s exactly what you’re going to do!” Winter chuckled nervously. Why am I nervous? I’m just alone with Karina and just watched her fucking and I can still see her cock and I just want her to throatfuck me.

Karina smiled. “I… don’t get it, but yeah, totally!”

Winter cleared her throat and tried to build up some courage as quickly as possible. “Sooo, Karina. You know, we should really fuck when we get home. Just go for it as soon as you want to. Don’t even… stop?” She gestured wildly, unsure of what to do with her hands, like a news reporter whose teleprompter got taken away. “Push me onto a bed and… pick a hole, right? Don’t… take no for answer. An answer. I’m not tired. I don’t have a headache… So we should definitely have sex as soon as we’re out of here… I mean at home, obviously… How about you say something back to me about it? Like as soon as possible.”

Karina was stuck on pause, the corners of her lips pulled back like she was trying not to laugh. She stayed that way for far, far too long. At least four seconds.

“Oh my god, Karina, respond to my sexual proposition quickly!”

“You’re adorable, you know.” Karina grabbed Winter’s hand and wove their fingers together, turning Winter into Spring faster than an oil company. “I’d be happy to take you up on that. I could use something normal after… today.”

“When you say ‘normal,’” Winter said, pulling herself closer to Karina and into a sort of questioning hug, “are we talking about a blowjob and P-in-V? Or could it be possible to negotiate for, say, a throatpie?”

Karina hummed against Winter’s ear, soaking her panties for the umpteenth time that day. The only difference was that Winter was no longer wearing underwear. She looked over Karina’s shoulder and scowled. Giselle’s bag was gone, and so were her panties. Oh, I am definitely going to choke her out with my thighs.

“I don’t think I can say no to you, Winter, but I don’t actually know what that means.”

Winter smiled. “Let me tell you all about it on the way home… And also demonstrate.”