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seventeenpins · 6 months ago

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the stranger the better

pairing: Dieter Bravo x Reader word count: 5.6k summary: Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic. content/warnings: uhhhh this one has a whole lot: importantly--TENTACLES!, lots of viscous body fluids, slight dubcon due to tentacles with a mind of their own??, buckets of cum, piv, tiv 👀, dieter is a switch, sex parasite, anal, masturbation, body horror, idk they're freaks and it's great, reader has a vulva but gendered language is not used a/n: this is basically just a crackfic that i've taken far too seriously. Also, shoutout to Ozzie @ozarkthedog for listening to all my dumbass thoughts and helping me finally get this finished!! ☺️😚

Dieter doesn't know exactly how the idea came to him, but he knows the important bits. It was, he reasoned, a sign- nay, a prophecy. He wishes he could replicate the exact cocktail of stimulants and psychedelics that allowed him to see this glimpse into greatness, because the results were eye opening.

Somehow, the universe injected into him an understanding of That Which He Sought.

He sketched it, painted it, utilized every descriptor he could think of, and sat down his PA, Todd, using every medium he had adequate command of to illustrate as clear a picture for his employee as was possible.

He was very thorough.

Todd, who Dieter often found unsettling due to the degree to which he was able to stay entirely un-rattled by anything, raised an eyebrow.

(Dieter didn't want to ruin the moment, but this was a fucking win.)

The PA's first response was "Excuse me, you want me to find you something that definitely doesn't exist because you had a drug-induced hallucination about it?"

On day five of Dieter waxing poetic, Todd needed it to end. He was already well adept at navigating the dark web--this was not the first time Dieter had had him track down something weird--but he had absolutely no doubt that Dieter was about to get scammed for a whole lot of money.

No skin off my nose, he reasoned, and negotiated the definitely-not-legit sale anyway. Whatever Dieter wants, Dieter gets. Hopefully, he'll be willing to accept the truth when no magical prophecy thing materializes at his door.

It's over a month later, when Todd feels confident nothing would turn up, and just as Dieter begins to accept this crushing defeat, that a strange, perfect cube of a parcel arrives.

It was a sleek box that felt somewhere between aluminum and heavy cardstock, with a heavier, equally sleek box inside. Something about it seemed almost extraterrestrial.

Todd placed it on the least cluttered corner of Dieter's immensely cluttered coffee table and made a prompt exit. If this thing was somehow the thing Dieter was after, he didn't want to be present for even a minute of the aftermath.

Hours later, when Dieter discovers the parcel, his heart begins to pound. With shaking hands, he unwraps it.

It's a bitch to open, almost akin to one of those puzzle boxes, but even more confounding. There are no visible seams. No obvious opening. He's halfway ready to take a hammer to it when, all of a sudden, it unfolds itself in elegant, silvery, petal-like plates.

Inside is a glass-like cube. Glass-like, but definitely not glass--it didn't have enough weight to it. Not plastic, either. The density wasn't quite right. Inside the cube is a strange, pulsating something.

It's the thing from his dream.

The pulsing thing is a little revolting, but mostly intriguing. (Todd would argue the reverse.) Shape wise, it's grub-like, maybe a handspan long, with its body made up of many near-identical segments. Both ends of it taper to a rounded bulb, and both ends are absolutely dripping with some sort of viscous fluid. No flared base, Dieter notes, and then decides it’s a nonissue.

As well as being, well, somewhat disgusting, it's also quite beautiful. It's iridescent, reminding him of some kind of shimmery beetle. It looks soft, and with every strange pulse, the sheen catches the light and throws rainbows in all the crevices of its little body.

Dieter immediately pops the weirdest boner.

For a man who's impulse control is about as ingrained as his commitment to abstinence, he's incredibly proud that he manages to wait until after this Friday's particularly tedious production meeting wraps up before getting started.

He has this weekend off, and gives everyone on his team the weekend off too. When the last person steps out the door, he locks up and promptly gets naked.

If his prophecy is anything to go off of, he expects this to get messy.

The shower pressure is perfect, and the temperature is just right. Slowly, tenderly, he works himself open. Sometimes he does this even when he doesn’t intend to put anything in his ass, sometimes it’s just for the sensation. This time, though, he absolutely does.

He isn’t sure if he should run the -thing- under the tap first, cause it’s dripping so profusely he’s worried he’ll shoot it across the entire length of the bathroom like an errant bar of soap. In case the lubricating properties are necessary to the efficacy of the process, however, he holds it gently but firmly with one hand as he lifts it out of its, fuckin, transparent aluminum box, holding his other hand beneath it.

It’s slippery, that’s for certain. And when he presses it against the rim of his asshole, he experiences a very new feeling.

It wriggles. As if the nose? Tail? Indeterminate-and-hopefully-not-sentient-end of the thing seems to respond with enthusiasm the second it’s within sniffing distance of his favorite hole. He feels it pulse in his hand, gushing more of the fluid. For a moment, he’s certain the thing is going to evade his grasp and slip away but instead, as if burrowing, it slides itself up, up and away.

Dieter suddenly feels very full.

If he’s honest, this isn’t quite how he expected it to go. He thought he’d be more involved, for one. For another, he didn’t realize it would scurry so quickly into his butt. He thought he’d be able to hold onto it a little. Fuck himself with it.

Gently, he presses a finger into himself to see if he can feel where it’s gone. Nothing. He switches from his pointer to his middle finger, slightly longer than the former, and presses even deeper, spreading his cheeks with his fist, sinking in as far as he possibly can.

He doesn’t feel it.

This may be precipitating a (not unfamiliar) ER trip, but he’s not ready to give up yet. Besides, this thing seemed at least a little organic. The likelihood of it perforating his bowel seemed pretty safely nonexistent, so maybe this one can be something of a wait-and-see.

Besides, maybe this is just the process! Little in life was actually straightforward, and his vision was pretty nebulous.

Maybe, to move it along, he needed to start by busting a nut. So he takes his cock in hand and starts pumping, feeling the hot spray of the shower on his back, working out all the kinks.

He’s hard, yes, and it does feel good. But after fifteen minutes of stroking himself, he realizes he isn’t experiencing pleasure, nothing that’s building or arousing, which is in itself a new experience. He can always feel pleasure. It’s the goddamn thing that’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.

Now, however, the shower’s started to run cold, his dick’s rubbed raw, and he’s no closer to an orgasm than he is to becoming an elected official. He’s been beaten by his own meat.

It’s absolute bullshit, but as he feels himself start to panic he manages to tamp it down a little. Nothing good will come from spiraling. Instead, he luxuriates in covering his entire body in a particularly wonderful-smelling body oil (for combination pampering and sore skin smoothing) and smokes a fat, fat joint.

This was Tomorrow Dieter’s problem.

He gives himself a couple more half-hearted tugs, just in case the oil makes a difference. It doesn’t, and it kind of burns, but he can at least go to sleep knowing he did the best he could.

Tomorrow’s a fresh start.

He slips into bed, takes a moment to appreciate the fabric against his bare skin. With a sigh, he drifts off to sleep.

Hot midday sunlight blasts through the gaps between the blinds. He should really get some of those non-gappy blinds installed. Or drapes. Nothing beats a good drape.

As he wakes up, something feels… off. He tries to sit up, but there’s something of a mass at his abdomen. He tries to brush it away–probably some detritus he’d left in his bed and forgotten about. Instead, though, the mass doesn’t budge. Instead, he’s suddenly overwhelmed by an intense, blinding pleasure. It hits him and takes over everything, and by the time he comes back down a whole minute later, he’s certain he must’ve just creamed his pants.

He pulls back the covers to check.

Instead of the view he expects; his fat, hard cock, thighs, and tummy coated with cum–he finds a writhing, twisting heap of squirming tentacles.

He must still be dreaming.

Dieter slams his eyelids together. Presses the palms of his hands against his sockets till his vision goes brown and black spotty. Opens them again.

The tentacles are still there.

Not knowing what else to do, he reaches out and touches one of them, gingerly. The same blinding pleasure hits him again. It’s only a gentle touch but already he knows that this isn’t just some wayfaring… squid that’s decided to make a home on his belly.

Nope.

This is definitely a part of him now.

He tries tensing and untensing his core muscles. One tentacle slaps out and hits the bed. Another two tangle themselves together. A fourth smacks against one of his nipples and, with a viscid sucker, pulls a desperate whine from him. Though some of the tips seem to always be emerging from him, he’s able to unfurl even more at will. He’d only noticed seven tentacles at first, then tensed, and a second row exploded from him while the outer layer smacked against the bed like a radial motif made of party horns. He thinks there might be even more. A third layer? A fourth?

When he’s able to relax a little and re-focus his attention, shaking, the inner layer sucks back in and he notices that the outer limbs have the same rainbow iridescence as the thing. Of course. Of course!

It takes time, more than an hour to start separating the new sensations from one another. To divide the writhing limbs and control them each individually. When he finally manages to high-five each of his outer tentacles, one-by-one, he’s certain he has at least enough control to avoid causing injury.

By this point, his cock is aching. He wraps two of the lowest tentacles around his length. The tentacles are thick, but his dick is too. They’re quite cold in a way that’s actually delicious. It feels like the cousin of the sensation he experiences when he slips ice cubes in his ass, only way, way more intense.

Just like that thing, too, the tentacles are dripping with the same viscous slick.

He works himself up. It's so intense, soo much stimulation, he half-expects to cum in a fraction of the usual time.

Instead, he finds himself hours later on the verge of tears, not a single orgasm in sight.

His body simply will not allow him to cum.

It’s miserable, and clearly a horrible, horrible mistake. Will he be like this for the rest of his life, rife with tentacles and unable to clutch at his own pleasure? His dick is sore, having tugged at himself with every limb available. He has sucker marks on his nipples and throat. One tentacle is still squirming around inside his tight little hole and still he can’t reach his peak.

He needs a fucking break.

And maybe some food.

He checks the time. It’s later than he thought, nearly dinnertime. He’s spent his entire day on this.

He starts to formulate a new plan. Order food. Eat. Hydrate. Maybe he’ll scroll through his phone for booty calls and see if he can pinpoint one single person who might not get him sent away to Area 51. Maybe it makes a difference with another person?

He barely thinks as he fills up his virtual bag and places an order. Leaves a massive tip because he’s getting into hangry territory and needs his food now.

He shoots Todd a quick ‘I have tentacles now’ text, and closes his eyes.

It’s been a long day. A bit slow, which makes you itchy, but it hasn’t been too bad.

You’re about to call it a night. Grab yourself a bite to eat, and curl up at home.

Then your phone vibrates in your hand.

A delivery order pings on your phone and the tip is substantial. It’s incredibly close to you, too. You accept immediately, not wanting anyone else to get to it first. The tip alone can keep you afloat till after rent is due.

You rush, heading to the restaurant and, miracle of miracles, it’s a quiet night. The restaurant’s already working on the order and it’s only a matter of minutes before it’s ready to go.

Twenty minutes from accepting the order, you’re walking up the footpath through a well-manicured succulent garden. The house is ostentatious. An enormous lazy river wraps around the home, and you have to cross over a bridge to get to the fucking door . When you get closer, though, you notice surprisingly beautiful carvings, spandrels, and various other decorative details that make it more than just a generic multi-million dollar cookie cutter home. It’s weird, but it has personality to it.

You get to the door and check the order details. It’s not a no-contact delivery. Instead, the message reads:

very sleepy. need food. 1) knock, if no answer 2) ring doorbell, if no answer 3) bring me food and wake me up and i’ll double the tip for your trouble the door code is 6969

Frankly, it seems a great way to get lured in by a wealthy eccentric and hunted for sport, or recruited to join a cult, or something else equally unfortunate. But self-preservation has never been a priority for you, and life is made to be lived.

You knock. You really want him to open the door himself. Even with permission, going in feels like an enormous invasion, and especially if this guy is sleeping, you really don’t want to tiptoe through this stranger's house.

On the other hand, though, you really can’t see yourself turning down that tip, if it comes to that. Definitely lends itself to your ‘this person is crazy’ theory, but you’re committed. You’re seeing this through.

You knock a second time and wait. Nothing.

Thankfully, after ringing the doorbell, you hear the shuffle of soft footsteps. The lock clicks and turns, and a moment later, you’re face to face with a rather disheveled individual.

His hair is mussed, sticking out in all directions, and, you realize, he looks familiar.

But it only takes a moment to forget that thought entirely.

At first, you hadn’t noticed that anything amiss. He was wearing a striped dressing gown over a crop top and sweats. The stripes, though, looked like they were rippling. And it wasn’t an actual crop top, either, no; the shirt had just been pulled up to accommodate what was on his midsection.

It took every effort not to drop the bag of food when you realize what it is.

“Oh,” he says, noticing your expression. He rubs at his temple, infinitely exhausted as he looks you up and down.

“You’re-” you start.

“Yeah, I’m Dieter Bravo-” he finishes.

You blink, shaking your head. He is in fact Dieter Bravo, you realize, but that doesn’t seem like the most significant thing happening here. “You’re covered in tentacles.”

“Oh,” he says again. “Yeah. I guess they are tentacles."

“Um, are they… yours?”

He shrugs, disinterested.

You fumble to find something to say, instead giving up and thrusting his bag towards him.

He takes it after a moment.

“Thanks,” he says, not making eye contact.

Apparently, putting on a robe was this man’s idea of concealing them. Now, he’s not trying to be discreet. The tentacles unfurl, most of them hanging heavy from his abdomen, nearly brushing the floor. Several, however, reach into the food bag and withdraw a burrito and a sauce container.

"Are they--" you watch as two of the tentacles start to unwrap the burrito. The foil tears a bit more than he intends, and then he dunks it a little too heavily into the sauce, which shoots out from the grasp of another tentacle. Salsa verde splatters everywhere. The limbs’ movements are apparently uncontrolled. "Are the tentacles new.. to you?"

He sighs. "Yeah. They just showed up this morning."

You’re not sure what to say. “Huh,” you venture.

“Yeah,” he agrees. But then he looks at you, surveys you, and narrows his eyes. He seems like he’s weighing something.

“Uh, this might be weird, what with this-” he gestures at the tentacles, “Situation. But-”

He hesitates, and you nod, encouraging. “But what?”

Dieter winces. Takes a deep breath, and lets it out.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

You look at him. At his tentacles. This is admittedly a lot. It’s almost certainly a bad idea.

But you made a promise to yourself and to your best friend years ago: If you ever have an opportunity to fuck an entity that has tentacles, you’d better say yes.

And it’s Dieter Fucking Bravo. You’re not backing down now.

“Yes I do.”

It starts surprisingly gently. You lean towards him and he cups your cheek in a broad hand, pulling you in.

This isn’t your first time kissing a stranger. If you’re honest, it’s something of a hobby of yours, so the experience of feeling a new give-and-take was familiar despite its novelty.

What you’d never experienced before, however, was that from the first moment his tongue stroked into your mouth, you felt the most delicious pull.

You were already a little excited, but before even a moment had passed, you now felt yourself drench. Your pussy was drooling, the slick pooling between your legs.

You’re certain he can feel it too.

What had been a look of pleasure and curiosity twisted into absolute hunger. You swear you can see his eyes dilating. After a moment, you’re certain yours must be, too. The room suddenly feels too bright.

Whatever disinterest he’d shown when you’d turned up at his door has dissolved, replaced with an urgent enthusiasm. “Fuck I’ve been needing this all day.”

From the front door, all down the hallway to the bedroom, a trail of clothing marks your path.

Between kisses he explains.

“Ever since-” a kiss, “the tentacles–”

You grab him by the hair and he moans.

“I can’t cum. I’ve tried, for hours-”

You hop on one leg and then the other, peeling your socks off as Dieter steadies you by the waist.

“Been jacking off all day-,” he peels his own shirt off, hands flying frantically to make quick work of his clothes, “But I think I need someone else. My body just won’t work. Been hard as fucking rock but nothing happens-”

You slip an arm around his waist and drag your teeth along his collar, grinning when he melts into you.

“You poor thing,” you tell him, and you look in his eyes when you make your promise; “I’ll try and help, much as I can.”

"Amazing," He grins. “I feel better already.”

Dieter’s entirely bare, but you’re still wearing clothing. Something, you both realise, is passing between you. It’s a strange electricity that heightens every sensation. You feel the scruff of his beard against your cheek, you feel your underwear soaked. When he pinches at your nipple, you nearly howl at the pleasure that washes over you.

As you feel each touch, the sensation builds in a way that’s totally alien to you. He shoves a hand in your pants and groans when he feels the thatch of hair at your cunt. He rubs two fingers along your slit, not stimulating your clit and not even trying to. He’s just warming up what feels like every single nerve ending in your entire vulva till you’re bucking against him.

He pulls his hand away and touches a finger to his tongue, tasting you. Two tentacles make fast work of the button of your jeans. Another wraps around your waist, lifting you up from the floor and suspending you in the air to peel the denim from you, unceremoniously tossing the garment behind you somewhere.

He’s fully naked. His cock hangs heavy and a little to the right, and there’s so much precum, it streams down his thigh where his tip meets the flesh of his leg.

You reach forward and wrap your fist around him. At your touch, he shudders. It’s a beautiful, desperate noise, and already, there’s so much more slick leaking out of him that any suspicion that this amount of oozy fluid isn’t normal is entirely confirmed. You wrap your hand around his length and he melts into your touch with a whine.

The tentacles wrap around you. You’re not sure how many there are, and their movement is fast and intentional. The man in front of you is essentially a walking sex toy from your sickest, wettest dreams, and you will not waste this.

You reach for one of the tentacles, whatever is nearest to you. For a moment you think it’ll pull out of your grasp, but then it relaxes at your grip. You stick your tongue out and lick the tip, getting the suckers at the end nice and wet. Then, you realize it’s superfluous; the tentacles themselves are already leaking, oozing a pearlescent, cum-like fluid. For all you know, it is cum.

With your thumb, you swirl the slick around one of the larger suckers, and look Dieter right in the eye when you pull one of your bra cups down and press the sucker against your nipple. With barely a flick of effort, a tendril unhooks your bra, pulling it off of you before slicking up your other nipple and pulling a throaty moan from you.

His breath catches just watching you. It’s perfect suction, slick and firm and oh-so steady.

“How many do you think you can take?” He asks, pink-faced and restless. The flush is so endearing. He looks desperate.

“Give me all you’ve got,” you tell him.

He whines and hisses. You think he might be deliberating, but after a moment it’s like a switch has flipped, releasing any inhibitions he may have held onto, unlocking his filthy tongue.

“Lemme see that wet little snatch,” he purrs, “That’s it, open those legs for me-”

As if simply willing it–and that may as well be all that it takes–you both watch as one of the fat tentacles splits from the tip, sticky goo trailing between the trifurcated ends like an aloe vera leaf sliced apart. The three new tips writhe apart before slamming into your mouth. Two others pluck at your skin, marring the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

You yelp, muffled, as your legs are spread wide by slick, strong limbs, smaller tendrils prodding at your slick panties before giving up and tearing them apart. Elastic slips loose from your hips, and the gusset of the underwear is a ragged hole.

He steps closer, holds you effortlessly. You’re suspended by a whole mass of tentacles, the suckers pulsating against your skin, dark purple blooms beginning to bruise beneath them. Dieter’s face is so close to your cunt, your first instinct is to close your legs. He holds them open further, though, and breathes deep. “You smell like a fucking dream,” he praises, running a think finger along your folds, dipping in gently, stroking along you, finding where you’re most sensitive.

After a thorough examination, he steps back. “Gonna play with you, baby,” he tells you.

"Jesus Christ", you breathe. The tentacles in your mouth slip out and another tentacle presses at your opening. It slips with a lewd squelch and little resistance, pumps in a couple times, and pulls out to wrap around Dieter’s cock. He strokes himself with the slippery tentacle and lets out a groan.

"Feels like fucking heaven," he breathes, and another tentacle replaces the first, plunging into your cunt and pulsating, filling you so nicely, making you shake.

You fight against the flutter of your eyelids. There’s so much sensation it’s hard to keep your eyes open, but you need to see him. Need to see this.

“Can you feel with them?” you ask, “With the tentacles?”

“Hmm,” he ponders, “Yes, but–” he slips a second tentacle in with the one already probing your hole and you feel very full. They twist and turn, writhing, pumping in and out of you. You’ve barely gotten started but you can already feel yourself start to build. At this rate, you’ll be squirting all over him in absolutely no time at all.

“I feel it,” he tells you, “And it feels really good, like, fuuuckkk–but it feels like it’s not just me controlling them. It is me, but it’s more than just me. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Then don’t,” you smile, “Just fuck yourself with them the same way you’re fucking me.”

He lets out another whine. It’s cute, really. Only a minute ago he’d been telling you what to do, and with the slightest prodding, he seems eager to obey. You could get far too used to this.

“C’mon, baby,” you coax, your hips canting, thrusting against the slippery tentacles pressing deeper, deeper-, “Keep going just like that. And open yourself up, too.”

He groans, and two tentacles move around him to start spreading his cheeks. A third prods tenderly at his hole.

Just as a third tentacle presses into your cunt, and another is gently pressing it’s suckers up your throat and holding you in place, Dieter is rendered incoherent as one thick tentacle shoves its way into him. Immediately, he sees stars. If this was the result of an entire day of edging, it was more than worth it.

You’re rutting against the tentacles that are fucking you, meeting each thrust. There’s a pulse pumping through each limb, making you feel impossibly full. When you look at Dieter, you’re certain you can see the bulge of a tentacle in his belly, filling him up so full.

You barely have time to process the build of your arousal before the tip of one of the tentacles suckers against your clit and another twists inside you, hits you in just the right way, and you tip over.

Cum spurts from you, your entire body convulsing. You try to close your thighs, try to pull away from the sensation, but you’re still being held aloft and spread out, fully bared. Instead of stopping or slowing, the tentacles only fuck into you faster and deeper. You can’t stop coming, certain at this point you’ve made a whole damn puddle on the floor beneath you.

Dieter watches, transfixed by the entire show that’s played out before him. He’s red-faced, his skin mottled with purple bruises, cock so hard it looks painful, and has a trio of tendrils ass-fucking him.

When your orgasm finally, finally tapers off, you almost expect your holds to release you. A new hunger stirs in you, though, and when you’re still held tight, you’re oddly grateful for it.

Dieter lowers you, pulling you towards him. He kisses you, open-mouthed and messy, groaning into it. After a few moments he pulls away from you, slick lipped and panting. When he speaks, his voice is raspy and desperate, a monstrous echo following it to create a bizarre, two-tone sound.

The tentacles that aren’t already on or in you both start whipping around, grabbing for purchase and pulling away as if they can’t make up their mind.

Dieter pushes you back. Starts to withdraw.

You hold him in place.

Now you can see his eyes.

They’re totally black. Even the sclerae are gone, murky with inky swirls, glassy and wide and beautiful.

“I- I think you need to leave,” he begs, “It’s too much. They’re taking too much from me.”

You reach out to put a hand on his cheek, and he leans in for a moment before flinching away.

“No!” He hisses, “You need to go. It feels too good, it won’t let me stop. I won’t be able to stop. I don’t know how far it’ll go, but if you don’t leave, I don’t think I can stop it.”

Warmth and clarity floods you. You’re not sure how much is your own mind, and how much is this thing that’s taken over, but it’s sweet, really.

He thinks you could stop if you wanted to.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, and you feel the way he melts, feel the way the tentacles stop fighting and start wrapping around your limbs again, their grasp pulling tighter and tighter, “You take what you need.”

With a sob, he lets go.

The tentacles set you down. Your legs shake, and you barely have time to blink before he’s on you. Any distance you had is gone now, his hands grasping at you, his body flush against yours. You can feel the weight of his cock against your thigh, the strength of his arms holding you. He’s steadying you, or maybe steadying himself. The skin-to-skin contact feels so fucking good and, if the way his hands fly all over you, you’re certain he feels it too.

One big hand grabs at your breast, the other clutching the flesh of your hip. He grinds against you, messy and sticky and so, so delicious.

He settles you back against a surface, seats you and spreads your legs with his strong hands. A tentacle grabs at your jaw almost tenderly, plucking at the skin, holding you gently.

Dieter lines up his cock and sinks into you, groaning at the hot wet clutch that sucks him in. The surrounding tendrils wrap around you both. You’re certain there are still tentacles fucking into him, but you think another might join, right at the same time you feel the slippery tip of one prodding at your own asshole.

You relax into it, nod to let him know you’re ready, and moan as you feel the slimy length penetrate you. Dieter moans, too, entirely lost in the sensation.

He fucks you fast and deep. You’ve never felt fullness like this before. The pump of the tentacles into both you and Dieter matches his rhythm.

“Fuck-” he croaks, desperate, “Think I’m getting close-”

“That’s it, baby,” you soothe, “Makin’ me feel so fucking good. Come on, baby, come for me-”

He pulls you into him, presses his lips to your in a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, longer and deeper than it has any right to be. It’s a tentacle, too, you realize, and you moan into the suckers that have started pulling at your tongue. It’s disgusting and absolutely exquisite.

He only manages two more thrusts before he explodes.

You feel his balls pulse, cum flooding your cunt. The tentacles pulse too, though, and soon your mouth is full, your ass, his ass. Like fireworks popping off in quick succession, every tentacle unloads, one after the next, painting the entire room in dripping swaths of cum.

He lets out a noise that sounds like something between a sob and a laugh, final blessed release at last reaching him.

Dieter pulls out, but continues rocking against you, humping your thigh as his alien limbs continue to surge with spend.

After several long, sticky minutes, you unfurl from one another. With some distance between you, you’re able to see the damage that’s been done. The room is a disaster. You can literally see cum dripping from the ceiling.

Dieter’s looking around the room, too, but he doesn’t look concerned. No, he looks impressed.

“Well shit,” he surveys everything around him. “That was fun.”

You’re still catching your breath as he rummages around and procures a stash box. You can see a variety of substances; baggies filled with powder, assorted pills, a few things you don’t recognise, and a fat pouch full of bud.

He rolls a joint, licks the paper, packs it, and sparks it.

“So, uh-” you start, unsure where you’re going with it.

He beats you to it.

“You wanna stay over?”

You stare at him.

“I mean, it just seems rude to send someone home after sharing some life-altering tentacle sex, right?”

“I was unaware there was standard etiquette regarding tentacle sex.”

He shrugs. “All etiquette is just made up, right?”

A glob of cum drips from the ceiling and lands with a dull splat against the top of your head.

You burst out laughing.

Dieter’s eyes crinkle, and he’s laughing too.

He passes you the joint. You take it, wiping cum from your forehead.

“All right,” you tell him, “I’ll stay over.”

Dieter checks his phone, pulls up Todd’s text thread.

Beneath his tentacles text is Read 1:43pm. He rolls his eyes and follows it up.

you remember those cleaners? the good ones? the crime scene ones?

I need em

soon as they’re free

promise it’s not a crime scene this time

there’s just a lot of cum

After you’re both showered, you go to Dieter’s spare bedroom. Hazy from the weed and exhausted from the hands-down weirdest and best sex of your life, you collapse together.

Dieter’s tentacles look different. Smaller, maybe? Less hungry. Sated.

You fall asleep with his tentacles around you.

When you wake up, his arms are around you instead, holding you close. His abdomen is bare, only skin left.

You start to wriggle, to turn over, but something’s in your way.

There’s something at your abdomen, blocking your movements.

Dieter begins to stir. He stretches, rubs his eyes, and takes you in.

“Babe-” he grins, “You’ve gotta fuck me with those!”

Your own set of shimmering tentacles slip and writhe from your body. You pull him close, suddenly hungry, and get to work.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo smut #the bubble #the bubble fanfiction #idk this is some really slimy monsterfucking nonsense and i hope yall enjoy

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 10 months ago

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I'll come pick it up after, the end

John Egan X Female! Reader

Sumarry: It's finally their wedding day...

Warning: Historical inaccuracies/ full/ might not be accurate to real weeding speech in the 40s/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1,2k

The day had finally come, their wedding day. She was nervous, but she was able to go to London to buy a wedding dress, with Daisy and Elodie. Her dress was simple, it stopped before her ankles and it had long sleeves. She didn’t want an extravagant wedding dress, they were getting married on the base, they weren’t Catholics, but the priest on the base was going to marry them, so it’ll be legit. She’d ask Crosby to walk her down the aisle, Buck was the best men, Elodie was the maid of honor and Meatball was going to carry the rings, with the two kids guiding him. Her hair was down, she didn’t have a veil, just a dress and heels.

He was nervous, but he was really happy. He was marring his girl. ‘’You ready for this?’’ Buck asked, coming in the room. ‘’Yeah, I’m nervous, but it’s my girl, I can’t wait to marry her’’ He sign. ‘’Let’s go its time.’’ Corporal says, as he enters the room. ‘’Thanks, Corporal’’ Bucky says. ‘’She’s a good girl, I’m happy for you, Major’’ he says. ‘’I appreciate it, Corporal, thank you.’’ They entered the room, soldiers were sat, some were still arriving. Nurses were there too, almost all the men and woman on the base were there. The priest was waiting for him at the altar. ‘’Who thought we would see Bucky tie the knot?’’ Lieutenant Dye said, even if he went home because he did 25 missions, he came back to see his friend get married. ‘’Yeah, well you did steal my previous girl, I had to find another one’’ he laughed. Right now, he couldn’t even think about Lil, the only woman that mattered to him was his future wife. When Bucky commented about their previous relationship, she bent her head down, ashamed. ‘’Don’t worry, Lil, he’s the better choice for you. I’m happy for your guys’’ He reassured her. Dye smiled to the groom and took the hand of his lady. Lil smiled and took a relived breath.

Once again, she was pacing around the room, Meatball following her with his head. Harry Crosby came in the room, smiling. ‘’Are you ready?’’ he asked. ‘’I feel like I’m going to throw up.’’ ‘’I know that feeling, but don’t worry I can recommend you to an amazing doctor’’ Crosby smiled, she laughed, it calmed her down a little. She didn’t even know why she was nervous, they both loved each other, but she was nervous. ‘’I’m really happy for you. You deserve happiness, Y/n, you both do.’’ They both hugged. ‘’You’re my best friend, Croz, thank you for everything you did for me’’ She whispered in his ear. ‘’Now, don’t make me cry.’’ They chuckled as Daisy came to get them. ‘’It’s time’’ she simply said.

When the band started to play music, Bucky’s heart stopped; she was coming. He turned around to look at his girl. She was magnificent, her dress was simple, but it was made for her. After all, they didn’t have much time to plan their wedding and their budget was small. Harry Crosby was walking her, he was grateful for him, he took care of her when he wasn’t there. When she saw him in his uniform, she started to smile like she never did before, she’d saw him in his uniform before, but he looks wonderful. When Harry and Y/n reached the groom, Crosby wanted to say something. Normally, her father would’ve give her to John, but Harry needed to say words to him. ‘’Take good care of her, just like she took care of you. Y/n smiled, hearing the word his best friend said to her future husband.

When Meatball came down the aisle, with the two boys, the soldiers chuckled. Everyone on the base knew that Y/n and Meatball came as a pair, they were together all the time. When she worked at the hospital, Meatball was there too, he made soldiers smile. The two boys handed the rings to the bride and groom. They recited the vow that the priest asked them too. It was beautiful, making them promise to each other that they will love the other, no matter what. It said that they would always be there for the other and stuff that made some people cry. When it was time for their personal vows, Y/n decided to go first. ‘’Bucky, my love, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be just another soldier that crossed my path. I was clearly wrong because, I’m now in a white dress in front of you. I did not just fell in love with you, I feel in love with your smile, your humor, your qualities and your flaws. I fell in love with each version of you, the one you show when you’re with your friends, the person you are when we are alone, the person that you’re too scared to show me, but did before you trusted me, and I also fell in love with the pilot version of you. Words aren’t enough to tell you how much you mean to me, but I’m so happy that Meatball came to me that day, so I could meet my soulmate’’ She cried, they were happy tears. Bucky was crying too, he didn’t care if some soldiers thought he was weak, that was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. ‘’My darling, my forever, I feel like the luckiest men on earth, because I get to be your husband. When things were rough, I think about you. Your smile, your laugh, your beautiful eyes and your voice. I’m not as talented with words as you are, but I can tell you this, it’s so hard for me to put our love into words, because I love you in ways, I have never loved anyone else, but I promise that I will spend the rest of my life, searching for them. I love you, my darling.’’ If the crowd didn’t cry to Y/n’s speech, they cried at Bucky’s. Even the priest was about to cry. ‘’ In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.’’

They didn’t have to be told twice, their kiss was full of love and passion. It celebrated their love and said all the words they couldn’t find. The crowd applauded and congratulated the newly weds. ‘’I love you Mrs. Egan’’ Bucky said, looking at his wife. ‘’I love you more, Mr. Egan’’ she smiled.

After the celebration, and almost 4 songs that Bucky insisted on singing, they both pack all their things. Because has a weeding gift, the Corporal gave Bucky the right to go home. After all, he was at 23 missions, he was close to 25. And Y/n made Elodie the chief nurse, because the Corporal also gave her the right to go home. They were going home, they both couldn’t believe it, but it was the case. A smaller plane, that was made for traveling, was waiting for them on the runway. The newly weds were going back home on the same plane as Lieutenant Dye. They hugged their friends, Y/n gave Buck and Croz the phone number at Bucky’s home. That’s where they would live until they could afford a home. When they boarded the plane, they were euphoric. ‘’Can you actually believe we’re going home?’’ Y/n whispered. He shook his head. ‘’The only thing I believe right now, is the fact that you’re my wife, and my ribs are healed’’ he chuckled. She giggled when the decide to steel his watch, putting it in her bra. ‘’Come and pick it up after the flight’’ she teased with a huge smile. It was the beginning of their life together, and they would savor each second, they had together, because they both knew how easily life can change. But it wasn’t on their mind right now. The only thing on Bucky’s mind, was to pick up his watch, just like he did the first time.

A/n: It's the end y'all!!! Thank you for reading this story. I already have more ideas, for other stuff. Love you all :)

#john egan x female reader #john egan x reader #major john egan #john egan #master of the air imagine #master of the air #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner #austin butler #gale cleven #harry crosby #anthony boyle

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luvhockey111 · 7 months ago

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accidentally in love

Based off of Accidentally in love by counting crows!!

warnings: drinking, swearing a little bit

my first piece!!! It’s not that great, just wanted something to put out and was bored this morning so decided to write this. Let me know what you guys think and if you have any requests!

Summary: Luke and y/n have known each other for as long as they can remember. What happens one summer night when y/n finds Luke awfully close to a girl? I mean they are only just friends… right?

Overview of Luke and y/n relationship

Luke and y/n have been friends since they were born; as Ellen and Julie (y/n mom) were roommates in college. By some weird coincidence Jim and Allan (y/n dad) had been childhood best friends. This has caused them to grow up across the street from each other. If you think about it, it’s destiny really. Anyways, Luke and y/n always say they are “platonic soulmates” but who are they trying to fool with the use of the word platonic? It’s definitely not any of their family members so themselves and eachother must be the ones they are trying to convince their feelings are strictly platonic..

It was a perfect boat day, the sun was warm and shining and the water was a perfect mix between cold and warm, but refreshing nonetheless. Y/n was sitting next to Luke with her legs stretched out in his lap, his hands atop them, Quinn driving, with jack, Trevor, cole and Alex fighting over who gets to wakeboard next and who gets aux. Jack happened to win both of those arguments somehow. Jack had been saying he was going to be throwing a little party tonight since it was the first week everyone was officially back at the lake. “Jack your parties always end with something bad happening” Y/n mentioned. Jack shot her a look of disbelief. “Ummm last time I checked nothing bad has ever happened to me at one of them, only the rest of you idiots”. In reality jack was right, at his first party Quinn’s girlfriend broke up with him over text. The next, Trevor broke the glass sliding door. The one last summer, the cops showed up and kicked everyone out because it was too loud but jack wasn’t around at that moment so Luke said he was in charge and ended up getting a fine. “I’m gonna bring the boat back we should start getting stuff for tonight and getting ready” Quinn told the group. A string of okays came from everyone. Y/n pov:

Right when the boat docks everyone runs off to go get ready for tonight. Luke and I go to our room- yup we share a room but I mean all best friends do… right? Our room has two full size beds but last summer we pushed them together to make a mega bed. Now it’s really no secret that I’ve been hopelessly in love with Luke for as long as I can remember. Everyone knows it. Sometimes if Luke talks about another girl or if he is talking to one and myself or anyone sees it they shoot me a look of pity. I mean it’s pathetic really, being in love with your best friend since you were legit born and not even being able to tell him. I mean we’ve done everything together our whole lives, I even went to umich for him. There’s times that I think that maybe just maybe we could be something more but every time, wannabe frat boy Luke screws it up and flirts with a girl in front of me or talks about a girl in front of me. I mean it’s not his fault- he has no idea. I was listening to some music before the door swung open and in came Luke “kit, you wanna take a shower first or should I? Or we could save water and shower together” Luke shot me a wink while wiggling his eyebrows. Kit is a nickname the three boys gave me when we were 5 because I loved cats and anytime I saw one whether it be a picture or in person I would shout kit as loud as I could. I may act like I hate it but I love it, I think of it as some form of love. “shut up Luke, you shower first get away from me.” I say while giggling and hoping my face doesn’t betray my words by getting red and hot from the blush I so desperately am trying to hide. “Whatever you say kit” he says as he comes closer to me to give me a hug. The second we hug our song starts to play. So she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love (love) Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop thinking 'bout it

The second the song starts to play Luke starts twirling me around, spinning me in his arms. Little does he know this song is literally describing my life. Ugh how I hate Luke hughes for making me feel this way. ~time skip to later that night when jacks party is in full swing~

so far jack has made me take 3 shots of some nasty tequila he’s only drinking to look cool in front of girls and other guys. I’ve had 2 seltzer’s also so far so I’m starting to feel tipsy, keep in mind I’m not much of a drinker I prefer to smoke if I’m being honest. I haven’t seen much of Luke for the past hour, which if I wasn’t tipsy I would probably be freaking out but right now I’m having a good time. Until I look over to the backyard and see some girl with her chest pressed against Luke and his arm around luke… my Luke. I could A.) go outside and cause a scene or B.) just go find some guy to flirt with. Both options aren’t great because the first one I would definitely embarrass myself and have Luke be mad at me and the second, well I’m not the best at talking to guys. Now I’m no Virgin Mary but definitely not experienced enough to be confident in talking to or hooking up with a guy. Except for one guy, Trevor. Trevor has flirted with me since the day I met him. I always flirted back to the best of my ability but in reality he knows how I feel about Luke and I know that he will never compare to Luke, but what’s the harm in trying to make Luke jealous? “heyy trev” I say while going into his side forcing his arm to go around me. “What’s up kit? You having fun? Sure sounds like it” he says with a low laugh. “I am but I need your help with something�� “Anything for you kit” as those words leave his lips I feel heat rush to my face. Must be the alcohol. “Can you help me try and make Luke jealous, he’s talking to a girl outside right now and I can’t stand to watch it” I say as I can feel tears brimming my eyes. “Of course I can, you know I love to get on all of the hughes’ nerves.” He definitely has a point there. Trevor and I take two more shots for “good luck” as we go outside. I see the girl talking to Luke and she’s beautiful, beautiful like she just stepped out of vouge. My body starts to feel hot with jealousy, I turn to Trevor and he’s sitting down in an Adirondack chair by the fire so I take a seat on his lap, facing him. Trevor’s hands rest on my hips, again I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or not but Trevor is looking really good right now. Until I hear the sound of accidentally in love playing from the speakers and hear Luke come up to Trevor “Hey have you seen y/n our songs on” I turn around and all of a sudden Luke’s body tenses, fists clenched and eyes flash an emotion I’ve only seen a few times, something like anger or jealousy even, there’s no way he’s jelaous I thought.

“Oh hey Lu” I say innocently while in the background all that can be heard is

“Well, baby, I surrender To the strawberry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well, I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love, oh”

Luke grabs my arm and leads me up the stairs to our room. “What the hell do you think your doing y/n” Luke says, face red with anger. “Luke what is your problem” now I’m getting angry. Why is it okay for him to be all over other girls but I’m with one guy WHO WE KNOW and it’s a problem? “Why were you all up on Trevor’s lap like some kind of —“ he stops himself. “Some kind of what Luke? Tell me” He shoots me a look as if I am the one who just implied he was a slut. I go to try and walk out of the door when Lukes arm reaches out and grabs me. “why were you sitting on his lap you only ever sit on mine” Luke says looking defeated. Why am I starting to feel bad? “I just was talking to him and that’s how we were sitting, I don’t know Lu” “we’re you going to hook up with him?” The question lingers in the air. Was I? I mean Trevor’s hot and all but I only really have eyes for Luke but like I said Luke is never gonna happen he doesn’t even have feelings for me. “I don’t know, I mean if something happened I wasn’t gonna stop it.” Luke just dead stares at me. “You can’t hook up with Trevor, you just can’t.” “I can hook up with whoever I want to Luke”

He takes a step closer to me so now we’re only an inch apart. My body feels like it’s on fire, looking up at him with the soft glow of the moon outside he looks like an angel. Ugh What am I saying I’m supposed to be pissed at him right now. “Luke I” Within a second Luke’s lips are on mine. For a moment everything seems right, our lips fit perfectly together like a missing puzzle piece to the old puzzle you’ve had for years and you’re only missing that one piece, when finally you find it in the most blatant of spots. We pull apart and when I open my eyes Luke is smiling at me. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long kit.” He says as this thumbs are rubbing across my cheeks. “Lu can I tell you something?” “Anything.” “I think I accidentally fell in love with you a long time ago.” I say and Luke’s smile gets even bigger if that was even possible. “I think I accidentally fell in love with you a long time ago too.”

“I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally

Come on, come on Spin a little tighter Come on, come on And the world's a little brighter Come on, come on Just get yourself inside her love I'm in love”

#luke hughes #hockey #lh43 #trevor zegras #nhl players #michigan #friends to lovers

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ihearthoon · 1 year ago

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Can you please do angry sex with overprotective!zb1 <3

hope u enjoy :) anon!

if spelling errors ignore pls 😭i’m 2 lazy to go back n fix it

jiwoong

WE all know this man is sooo overprotective…over u and jiwoong and u were at a restaurant having dinner and the male waiter couldn’t stop flirting with u. it got so bad to where u both had to leave and he had to go home that instant.y’all are in the car n jiwoong js starts angerier shouting. Y/n I HATE HOW gorgeous U ARE. these men don’t deserve u. IM THE ONE AND ONLY THAT GETS TO HAVE U. UR MINE AND ONLY MINE? u understand baby?:( puts his hands on ur thigh. doesn’t waste any fucking time to get home. when ur home he instantly rips ur clothes and pushes u to the nearest wall. he whispered in ur ear “u ready baby ? i’m about to fuck the shit outta u, to remind u who u belong to.there was a mirror right across from yall. he caught u staring and would adjust so u could get a better view of ur fucked up face ur making. ya? u little slut u like it when i fuck u like this huh? u were only tryna make me jelaous so i could fill u up huh? fuck y/n u would be the perfect mother for my kids. no one is ever going to fuck u this good. he was thrusting in u so hard and would kiss all around ur neck. would again whisper in ur ear. ur so fucking small u can’t even handle all of me can u? and laugh u feel so fucking good princess . i won’t let anyone get close to u.ur mine and mine only.

hanbin

my babbyyyy😭😭. he got so fucking mad and angry when that stranger tried to hit at u when he was legit right in front of him.how lucky he was that u managed to get hanbin away.thankgod u guys parked in the middle of nowhere.u guys instantly went to his car and went to the backseat. without any thought hanbin instantly start ripping ur clothes. u never have seen hanbin this angry before. hanbin is usual rough but today was the roughest he’s ever been with u.he would make u go on top of him and he would make u bounce up and down. to the point it felt so fucking good he also would be thrusting into at the same time.he would be so fucking loud to. saying fuck baby u feel so fucking ya. u fucking slut u can’t even wait can u? after he would start eating u out and rubbing his fingers in circiral motions. ? ya. baby u like that huh? my babydoll can’t handle me can she? basically he would fuck the shit outta u to the point u would not be able to even walk tomorrow and u already start feeling week in ur knees

hao

u guys were at a party and hao went to get u guys some drinks and when he came back he saw two tall ass guys trying to get at u. he pulls u away instantly and kisses u in front of them and then u guys instantly went to the closest family bathroom🤫he would start angrily taking off ur top and pants and start kissing ur neck.whispering my princess is so wanted but only i can have u . imgoing to show u why u belong to me. scream as much as u want i want everyone to hear how i good i fuck u. he would bend u over to the sink and instantly start thrusting himself into u. u looked so fucking small and ur pretty fucked up face melted him away.

matthew

u guys were hanging out with some of ur friends and matt’s friend. matthew could stop but notice how much attention and how hard u would start laughing at his friends joke. he hated this sm. he would say a lie and say u guys gotta go back home rq. u didn’t even know a thing until u just stepped out the house. he would start yelling and saying FUCK y/n why are u giving my friends ur attention. no one gets to have ur attention and ima show why. he would drive light fast to get home. when y’all got home he basically was all up on u kissing every part of u. he would throw u on the ground and start tying up ur hair with his hand and u would take out his penis js to see that shit bounce out and how hard he for u that turned u on so much. matthew was so jelaous and it was because of u and only u. he would start thrusting ur head in and out. it felt so fucking good he would throw his head back and start moving so loud. fuck baby ur mouth feels so fucking good. it got to the point u couldn’t handle it no more gagging. he then would bend u over to the nearest counter and would start thrusting into u . he would have his bisceps around ur neck and whisper im so fucking big huh u can’t even handle me can u. no man is ever going to have u . ur mine and i’m yours only u got it.he would manhandle tf outta u.

taerae

NOW angry taerae? IS A SIGHT TOOO SEEEEE 😭hes not the controlling type but lord is he the overprotective type forsure. he hated anyone that was close to u. ANYONE. when he found out how many people were in ur dms he would explode. he would instantly have u lie down and he would start eating u out like he never has before. he was a starved man for u.he would lick every part. he would use his fingers going and in and out without any caution. he would laugh seeing ur fucked up face he would say my doll can’t even handle my fingers how is she gonna be able to handle all of me now. after he would have u in missionary😭his favorite:( he loved seeing ur fucked up face so much and ur little moans it would deadass melt him away.

ricky

u knew how overprotective and possessive Ricky was. u actually liked this about him. when he found out ur close guy friend that he been didn’t liked tried to confess u to today. that was the last straw. did u not get it? how many times does he have to fuck the shit outta u so u understand that ur only his? ricky would have u up in fours as he’s repeatly going in and out of u. he would grab u by the neck and whisper? my little princess can’t even handle all of me? am i to big for u bbg? pls tell me who’s going to fuck the shit outta u like i do?he would spank u so hard to the point both of ur cheeks were red asf. with every spank he hit harder and harder. not stopping even with u both cum.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #zb1 reactions #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 headcanons

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months ago

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ARC REVIEW: Twisted Knight by K. Bromberg

4.5/5. Releases 9/24/24 (in audio).

The Vibes: Succession but make it romance, highKEY revenge, legit enemies to lovers in contemporary, match my freak etc etc

Heat Index: 7.5/5

The Basics:

Raised in a privileged but misogynistic community, Rowan Rothschild is determined to pick up the pieces after her grandmother's death and take her spot in the family business... whether or not her family actually supports that. Just as she's about to do so, her brother, Rhett, stabs her in the back with a plan to sell the majority of the company to the mysterious Holden Knight, a man who came out of nowhere to make his money in tech. So what does he want with the Rothschilds' spirits company? Rowan hates him off the bat, and he delights in it—while seeing something in her that the other men in the company don't. As the two enter into an untrusting—and very physical—alliance, both Rowan and Holden hurtle towards a clash with a price neither one is ready to pay.

The Review:

Well. That was a surprise.

I've never read K. Bromberg before, and in truth I kind of just went off the "enemies to lovers with angst" vibe. This was at the time (and maybe still is) categorized as fantasy romance on Goodreads, and the title and cover made me feel like it was? But it's very much not—this is a contemporary, Rich People Problems book. And I am... good with that. Because I gotta say, this kind of knocked it out of the park.

The problem with a lot of billionaire~ romances (and I'm not sure anyone is here—the Rothschilds definitely have a LOT of money, but not that money, and Holden is mentioned to be a multimillionaire but later appears to have more cash than Rowan expected) is that there's a lot of 'em.... and they have become very tropey, I've found. An enemies to lovers book theoretically set around the corporate world would often end up feeling like the heroine is just stomping her foot and saying HMPH, never actually opposing the hero on a serious level. The business is barely noted.

And billionaire alphas? So hard to write well these days. They don't talk like... people. They say the types of things I expect real life men who consider themselves "alphas" to say. But I don't want a real life "alpha male", I want a good one! (A fake one. From books.)

Twisted Knight seems to completely understand these issues and sail over them with ease. Rowan is a FABULOUS heroine. In a way, she gave Shiv Roy, but way more competent and way less of a horrible person (I say as someone who does love Shiv Roy, for the record). She's defiant of her family, but not unrealistically so. She's aware of her privilege... most of the time. But that doesn't mean she wasn't raised in it and doesn't unconsciously (or consciously) indulge in it. She has heart, but she also has her own goals, her self-centered aims, a willingness to, ultimately, be ruthless to get what she wants. And she's QUITE bratty.

Holden, on the other hand, has a more tragic backstory than Rowan... But he's also lost the plot, and the book paints him in a way that's hot and impressive but also HUMAN. Bromberg doesn't write him as if she's fawning over him, as if we should all just be sooooo impressed with this dude. He's a smug bastard. But the book is not smug ABOUT HIM. It's something that's kind of difficult to explain, but you can feel it in the writing. The writing is just... better.

Also, I felt like this guy was one step ahead of everyone for most of the book. But I never felt like he was INFALLIBLE. He could be aggressive with Rowan, but I never felt like she couldn't throw it right back at him (and she usually did). It felt to me like both of them were weakening in the face of love, not just her. Additionally, while they definitely have a caustic dynamic for the first half of the book or so... It's never over the top. Never did I feel like he was BULLYING her. Fucking with her head, yeah. However, these were evenly matched adults going to bat, and that, along with the higher stakes, put this in the category of enemies to lovers versus the softer rivals to lovers or the (in my opinion) dumber bully romance.

(All this being said, he does have a very classic but good revenge motivation, and you know. I supported those wrongs. Mostly.)

The thing is that I actually felt like I could see the progression of Holden and Rowan falling in love. The physical attraction is there off the bat... But even once they start hooking up? It's not love just yet. It's one of my favorite things, when done right: a physical fast burn and an emotional slow burn. And yes, this does it perfectly. These are sharky people, and they don't STOP being sharky people because they're falling in love. They're BOTH deeply uncomfortable with their feelings, not just him (how refreshing!). Rowan being like "oh no ew" to this man being SOFT and HUMAN in the afterglow? Amazing. Holden internally screaming while sitting in his car and watching her turn her lights off after she kicks him out for the night? Fabulous. GIVE ME IDIOTS WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO EMOTION.

At the same time, you have an interesting set of dynamics informing their relationship. There's the pressure from Rowan's family, who want her to settle down, marry the very stable and very boring CHAD WILLIAMS (that name...), there's here delightfully complex relationship with her douchey brother Rhet... I really appreciated that just because Rowan knows her brother is the worst, doesn't mean she doesn't love him. Because what else are you gonna do?

In a way, Holden's frustration with Rowan's loyalty to her family only made me feel like he truly LIKED her more. He respected her enough to know that she could do better.

I will say—while this book isn't a dark romance by any means, it IS angsty in the best possible way. And you do end on a cliffhanger. And as I realized this wasn't going to wrap up in one book, I was so hoping she wouldn't pull the punch, as I'd seen other authors do in the past.

Dude. She did not pull the punch. AT ALL. I was grinning as this ended.

READY. FOR. THE NEXT. NOOOOOW.

(On an audio note: very well done, both actually performed it, and if you like a male narrator who... gets into it.... Patrick Zeller does the work.)

The Sex:

Oh, also, this was stellar. Numerically there are 4 full scenes and one that comes... very close... but stopped short. And not because it was fade to black. Because someone Deserved It. Rowan runs Holden RAGGED, and he's fully aware.

There's a great variety here, not so much in terms of what is done, but in terms of the emotionality. You have the "get it out of our systems (but not really)" vibe, the fun vibe (uhhhh this book has sexy hide and seek, and it was the hottest thing I've read in a contemporary in a while), the "fraught intensity where we can't own our feelings" vibe, the "oh nooooooo we've gotten twisted up in the game" vibe.

Holden is very "I'M IN CHARGE" in the beginning, and as delightful as that was, I did kind of go "maybe this is where the book starts to slip and Rowan just becomes his willing little doll". NAH. She owns him. If you enjoy a scene where the hero gets so worked up that he basically embarrasses himself... YEAH.

I loved all of it.

Look man, I am STRAPPED. IN. Delighted to have found a new author, and excited to gobble up what else she has to offer (her backlist is expansive). Absolutely recommend this, especially if you're trying to find a billionaire romance that WORKS.

Thanks to Macmillan Audio and NetGalley for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs #arc reviews #netgalley #book reviews #books #hello hi i'm obsessed

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neoninky · 15 days ago

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Hi! Numbers for the ask game in return 😊

1, 7 and 11, if you feel like answering!✨️

The Ask Game HERE!

Helloooo~ get ready for a rambly info dump 😂

Which NRC Dorm do you think you'd be sorted into? (Be honest lol)

I would probably end up in Ignihyde. I'm a neurodivergent and introverted nerd who loves videogames, films, anime, and has always been intrigued by how things (and even people) tick. While I don't mind socializing with people, I'm more prone to do so with certain people, but I have a limited battery either way. I'm no genius but technology is fascinating to me for more reasons outside of entertainment purposes. All that said...I would have a hard time respecting Idia as a House Warden lol. The millisecond he starts down talking me while hiding behind his tablet like some bitchy high schooler on social media, I'm throwing hands - verbally or literally lol.

7. Which class would be your best subject? (Alchemy, Magic History, Flying/PE, Animal Languages, Practical Magic, or Magic Analysis)

I'm going with either Magic History or Animal Languages since all my best subjects as a real student were tied to language, literature, and/or history. Maybe Magic Analysis? I'd need more info on the actual class subject but it sounds interesting.

11. Do you have any TWST OCs? If so, can you introduce one?

Oh boi do I? lol I actually have...*busts out comically long scroll*

53 Characters holy bejeezus asdfghjklkjhgfds that I created for the series of TWST fanfics on my AO3 page (plug here) starting back in 2021. Granted a few of them were made for world-building purposes (and honestly not all of them have names cough) BUT this includes even second-generation characters! It does not include my versions of canon adjacent characters like Mama Ashengrotto, Mama and Papa Leech, etc.

Anyhoo, I shall introduce the one that started it all, my lil' rose queen, the OG herself, Reine Castilene (future Mrs. Reine Rosehearts)🌹✨

I don't have a proper portrait of her yet so here's a doodle I did and an old picrew image I made for inspiration:

Reine was my debut TWST OC whom I wrote Her Ivory Crown about and she's made appearances in the sequel stories and shorts that I've written as well (all on my AO3 in case you or anyone reading this wants to read them)

Introducing her as she was in her origin story: Reine is the 17 year old crown princess of the Rose Queendom who is a descendent of the White Queen's court.

(there's a bit of AU-ness in the series where Riddle's country is still ruled by a monarchy namely a long line of queens descended from the original Queen of Hearts and her rival household, the Queen of Diamonds i.e. The White Queen - lots of longstanding generational drama oof)

Reine has both an open heart and mind when it comes to her people and just about everyone she meets. She is very poised, polite, and kind, but also firm in her stances once she finds her footing. She also nerds out over Heartslabyul and their tea parties 😂 Because of her upbringing, Reine didn't get to experience a lot of the Red Court/Queen of Hearts rooted traditions and activities so experiencing a legit Unbirthday tea party firsthand is like Christmas for her.

She and the other female students of the all girls' mage school, Sacred Crown Hall, meet the boys of Night Raven College at a joint festival where she and Riddle cross paths, and much romance and shenanigans ensue lol. I adore Reine, she'll always hold a special place in my heart 💜✨

Thank you for the ask @estcaligo!

#neoninky #twisted wonderland #sacred crown chronicles #ao3 writer #twst oc x canon #ao3 fanfic #her ivory crown #twst oc #twst ask game #twst ask answers

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reds-skull · 1 year ago

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Hi I’m the work anon from earlier

Wow your revenant fic was amazing! I’m so glad I got to read it from start to finish and watch as your story grew and took shape

I adored Soap and Gaz’s friendship but I also adored how Ghost trusted and was friends with him too especially when he asked him for advice! 😭 (there’s so little of their friendship the fandom and it sucks ) Price was best dad and deserves all the hugs (and cigars for dealing with his sons squad every day) Rudy and Alejandro (and the vaqueros) were adorable and had the 141 backs from the start, they were ready to throw down! Grave’s got what he deserved I hated him in this fic so much (great job) he was such a smug smarmy bastard until the end. Farah and Alex were so sweet they were like the favourite cousins that got roped into the family drama (I still want Fahra to BITE shepherd you know as a treat!) Laswell knows things and is scary she will happily help people reach the find out portion of their fucking around.

The reapers were so cool!!!! Especially with how they combined I was not expecting that, was legit shooketh (I now imagine limbo as a pitch black ocean full of burning stars (I also have a couple questions regarding it I would like to asked later please?)) Soap’s reaper was warm and kind Ghost’s was cold and clinical together they’re so much more?!?! Like it’s poetic there the best version of themselves together (like ghoap)

Speaking of ghoap they’re so in love it’s sickening all I could imagine during the vows was Price “listening in” and then getting Laswell to hand the boys a bloody wedding certificate so sweet 😭

Thank you for putting in the time and effort to create something so beautiful for so many people have a lovely day or night you deserve a break after all of that hard work!

And with all my admiration fuck you for making me cry (again)

Hello work anon! Hope it went easy haha

I feel like there's a few versions of Ghost headcannons floating out there, one is basically "the man believes he's broken beyond repair, he doesn't think he's human, all he does is focus on work" and the other is "yeah he went through really fucked up shit, but he holds himself together pretty well, and while it's hard for him to find someone he trusts, the people close to him are priceless."

I like both versions, but this time I went for the latter. I love love love Ghost and Gaz as friends (mw4 please give me them interacting), and you can see that in my comics as well lol.

I made Graves such a little bitch that everyone hates from the start lmao.

I didn't plan for Rudy and Ghost to interact that much if I'm honest, but because Soap wasn't the POV and I wanted to have the Vaqueros more prominently in the story (it does take place mostly in Las Almas after all), Rudy's initial reaction to Ghost's mask was the perfect opening for a deeper friendship.

Farah and Alex weren't too active, if I make a sequel, I think I'll make it focused on the situation in Urzikstan. Farah deserves to take her own revenge and get her happy ending...

I love your description of Limbo, especially because I mentioned in the fic that Ghost loves seeing the stars, because it's the first thing he saw after he was Reaped (and now Soap created stars for him in the void).

I'd love to hear your questions!

Ghost and Soap, like someone else commented, are practically married on all levels beside legal lmao. I never planned for them to be so fuckin' whipped for each other tbh, like the vows at the start were not planned at all. I just looked up Celtic wedding vows, and it was literally so perfect for them ("I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One./I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done."? Couldn't fit more to their story), I just had to add it.

Thank you for reading and commenting! I wish this break was voluntary, but my semester is ending in 3 weeks and I have many projects to finish, so I have to prioritize that for a while T_T

#asks answered #ty for the ask <3 #as I said before I could talk about revenant AU for hours #so sorry for the wall of text but not really

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crybaby-bkg · 8 months ago

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hi!! i have an extremely specific question kind of based (not really) around "our love is god”. kinda like if things went a bit differently… I would like your input :)

hypothetically, reader has her birthday while broken up with satoru. and its an important one! reader and he had broken up somewhat amicably and its been almost four months. satoru and reader have not interacted more than twice (a petty argument and a whole 'I miss you' mess) in the two months directly after break up that tore reader up! anyways, reader needed TIME and SPACE. not a full breakup for all of eternity. reader and satoru were friends before so they both just wanted that feeling of home back. so reader has her birthday and she has been waiting for two months to finally be ready to go back to him. and she's decided that she was going to wait for him to reach out first to gauge where they’re at. if he reaches out, he still cares, maybe even still loves her and wants to be with her. Its been two months since he reached out with a dragged out version of “I love you and miss you and will always care for you but I am okay with whatever you decide to do (even if that is to never speak to me again) and I will leave everything moving forward between us in your hands”. But if he doesn’t, reader figures that maybe he doesn’t care or love her at all, maybe he’s moved on and has a new girl, a bunch of negatives basically. So her birthday comes and she hears nothing from him and decides to fully remove any and everything of him from her life and give her all into moving on fully.

Would OLIG Satoru leave her high and dry on her special day post break up to respect her space or would he go out of his way to tell her hbd? < Even if it’s the simplest “Happy Bday” text. How would he go about the situation and what do you personally think he should do?

So sorry if this is an uncomfortable, weird ask. Pls feel no obligation to respond. I loved the fic and will commenting on AO3 once I get my bearings together lol. Much love to you <333

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omg please don’t apologize!!!! OLIG is one of my fav fics and this is like the first legit question I’ve gotten for it so this made my day 😭😭😭

but this was such a good question!!!!! in all honesty, I don’t think he would text reader. he used to be the one who would send the first text at midnight with a prepared paragraph he’s been writing days in advance. but you wanted space, didn’t you? didn’t want to be bombarded and overwhelmed with his love, right?

so he doesn’t say anything for most of the day, even though reader is just anticipating it lowkey since the clock struck midnight. but there are three different routes I’m stuck between:

1. he doesn’t text you. at all. doesn’t call, doesn’t DM you, nothing. he doesn’t even acknowledge it until days later when he ‘runs’ into you by coincidence, throwing in a “oh and happy birthday” halfway into small talk when you can’t escape him. it feels flippant, like he doesn’t care to remember anymore, but that hurts too much to think about.

2. he, again, doesn’t text you but he DOES ‘just so happen’ to show up at the place you’re celebrating your birthday at. eases his way into the little restaurant he’s taken you to too many times to count before. he seems to meet your eye as soon as he walks in, like he knows you’ll always take the corner booth in the back that he fingered you at. and you look shy when he comes up to you, grinning, him and suguru both singing happy birthday to you a little too loud just to embarrass you. and although he goes to his own table, your eyes never leave his the whole night. and maybe he convinces you to forgive him. just for tonight.

3. he DOES text you in the middle of the day. not too long, a pretty standard happy birthday message with one too many heart emojis. he sends you a picture of you from your last birthday, his too big hands squishing your cheeks as you grin at the camera. your heart aches, and maybe it’s a bad idea, but asking him to take you out for drinks on your birthday wouldn’t be the absolute worst idea?

you asked for one answer and I gave you three ALSJSKDJD I hope this was satisfactory though!!!! it really had my mind going (quite possibly for another part to the story 👁️)

#thank u again!!!#my mind is now rolling 👁️#—another happy customer! 🍭#gojo treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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luv4fandoms · 2 years ago

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Invisible String

Chapter 2.5-So that happened

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:Kiri started a group chat:

Lizzie stretched as she slowly got out of bed, luckily she had gotten to sleep in after getting up so early the day before. The promise of coffee and crystal shopping made it easier to move around and get ready for the day, and so it didn't take her long to throw on some clothes and make her way to the meetup spot, she just wondered if the girls would mind if they stopped by the craft store on their way back, she needed to grab some more yarn.

The coffee shop was only a couple of blocks from the dorms and the shopping area in town, a popular middle point for a lot of the college students making their way around, as proof, even on a Sunday it was busy.

"Over here" she heard a voice call to her as she made her way further inside. Kiri's bright red hair was easy enough to spot amongst the zombified bodies of patrons looking for a burst of energy that only caffeine could provide, and Lizzie found herself quickly weaving between people to get to her friend, man she hated crowded places.

"Ari not here yet?" She asked once she made it to the table, Kiri handed her a coffee. It had been established amongst the group that if invited out for coffee, the first person there would get the orders and the others could simply pay them back. So Lizzie gave Kiri a thankful smile as she handed her the money, happy she didn't need to go up to the packed counter.

"you know she's always fashionably late" Kiri chuckled.

"this is true, she loves to make an entra-"

"I'M HERE! YOU'RE LIVES JUST GOT BETTER!'

"Perfect example" Kiri laughed as the two girls watched Ari say hello to quite a few of the kids from school, while earning glares from others who deemed her far too loud before coffee.

"Hello my beauties!" Ari smiled, kissing both of the girl's cheeks.

"Hello princess" Kiri smiled

"Good morning beautiful" Lizzie nodded while Ari handed Kiri her money and happily took the drink.

"shall we go?" The redhead asked, already knowing that Lizzie was ready to leave, it wasn't a secret to anyone in the group that Lizzie preferred the tranquility of nature over the hustle and bustle of the city, downfall of being an empath she supposed.

"yes please" Lizzie nodded, already jumping out of the seat.

"yay shopping!" Ari cheered as they all made their way out, a few goodbyes being thrown their way from other students.

"Miss popular over here" Kiri teased Ari.

"I can't help it if they love me"

"it's those moves she shows off on TikTok"

"you know I gotta bust it down when the mood hits"

"I'm shocked you and Lo'ak didn't film anything this past weekend" Lizzie noted.

"oh they did, he just hasn't posted it yet, said he would do it today since it was late when they got home" Kiri explained.

"not as late as when you go home" Ari smirked, causing Kiri to look away.

"wait, wait, what did I miss? I missed something" Lizzie stopped, looking between the two.

"well yesterday it was just me, Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri and Rotxo that were at the beach" Ari started, sending a teasing look over to Kiri who simply rolled her eyes.

"well I left with Neteyam and Lo'ak to go home....someone else stayed there"

"Kiri" Lizzie gasped, covering her mouth.

"oh shut up, both of you" the redhead sighed before turning to walk again.

"what happened??" Lizzie asked, quickly catching up with her.

"nothing happened, we just hung out"

"mmhm"

"no no, they could have legit been hanging out"

"...and then we went to grab something to eat"

"ok"

"did he pay?"

"if he asked her if she wanted to eat he better have, whoever asks pays" Ari nodded

"he did"

"...Kiri"

"shut up Lizzie"

"bitch that was a date!"

"that was for sure a date"

"you went on a date with Rotxo!"

"OK! I went on a date with Rotxo now can we shut up!"

"....did you enjoy it?"

"Ari"

"no wait, we are protective friends, we need to know"

"....it was nice" Kiri replied, catching the look that the two girls gave each other.

"you tell of this to no one got it" she threatened

"Awe come on beautiful! It's ok to-"

"I will tell Lo'ak and Neteyam that you want them both" she threatened Ari.

"oh shit" Lizzie gasped, looking away and drinking her coffee.

"I trust I have your silence as well...or shall I tell a certain ocean lover something?"

"W-what?! I-I don't"

"oh please Lizzie I'm not blind" Kiri replied with an eye roll.

"does everyone know?" Lizzie whispered after a moment, terrified to know the answer, how many of her friends knew of her crush? And once again, did he know??

"I think Tsireya might suspect but that's about it, trust me they are all too dense to see anything" Kiri reassured her, watching as she let out a relieved sigh.

"you know I won't tell your secret" Lizzie told her.

"and I won't tell yours" she smiled back.

"fine! I won't spill" Ari sighed.

"good, neither will I" Kiri nodded before adding one last thing as they made their way up to the crystal shop.

"but you really need to choose between my brothers"

"It's hard! They are both hot!"

"Ew those are my brothers"

"Even Lizzie said they are hot" she shrugged while walking past Kiri and into the shop, leaving Kiri staring at Lizzie.

"I said all the guys were attractive in their own ways ok, I didn't single your brothers out" she tried to defend herself.

"I'm so done with the both of you"

"Ari always with the pics" Kiri laughed while picking out some more crystals

"the queen of pics" Lizzie laughed along.

"you're gonna have to make a shit ton of cookies now" she added.

"Eh, I got some stuff I gotta make for the shop anyways so I'm fine with having something to do in between breaks"

"Still, now you have Lo'ak, Ao'nung, AND Spider wanting them, you better make enough to fill a small bakery" she smiled, earning a laugh from the girl.

"This Spider character, he seems like a nice guy, seems like he's been dealt a shitty hand as far as parents go but"

"He is, and he has. Honestly none of us know why he even went back with his dad"

"cause it's his dad...and shitty or not, if you don't have the connection growing up you'll try to see the good in them to get that connection, especially if you're a kind soul"

"He is, a kind soul I mean, Spider has always been sweet to everyone"

"SENT!" Ari yelled, startling the other two.

"also he says he likes your dorm" she smiled while leaning against Lizzie.

"Of course he does, their style is similar" Kiri said with a shake of her head.

"yeah he said Lo'ak has always called him a tree hugger too" she laughed

"oh lovely, we get to share in Lo'ak's kindergarten style bullying" Lizzie replied, causing both of the girls to laugh.

"he also said he's looking forward to those cookies"

"I told you, enough for a small bakery"

"ok ok, I'll make sure to make a crap ton"

"how much is a crap ton exactly?" Ari asked as they made their way to the counter, crystals and Tsireya's crown in hand.

"more than a ton but less than a shit ton" Lizzie laughed.

Taglist @arianamhm

#avatar au #avatar college au #college au #human avatar #modern avatar #avatar neteyam #avatar loak #kiri avatar #avatar aonung #tsireya avatar #roxto avatar #original character #invisible string

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nerdyenby · 2 years ago

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Yellow time :D I’m watching Aimsey

Pregame

I know it’s a fakeout but the c!Aimsey cosplay is cute!!!

Not a fakeout I’m a fool

Their lil bag and the high waisted pants!!!! Hand over the gender!!!!

“My girlfriend’s dead… I don’t have a home… but I’m a silly little guy!!” So true!!!! The silliest <333

NOOOOOOOO C!GUQQIE 😭😭😭

Aimsey calling himself the only welsh person to ever exist, I’d believe it

I know Ran probably told her in advance, but it would be so much funnier if they knew absolutely nothing about the Garfieldfan bit and just freaking went with it as soon as he saw their stream

Aimsey talking about getting out all their swears, don’t think that’s how it works king

“I should get bonus points because I’m a lesbian, moving on” So true

“Is Jimmy ready to game?” Well he is Mr Gaming

I’m so excited to Jimmy and Aimsey interactions, you have no idea :)))

“I’m going to try my absolute best, if I do slip up I will push myself down the stairs” Jimmy sounded so concerned help 😭

Nevermind he is now offering to shove xem down the stairs

Jimmy laughing about the mental image of throwing Aimsey down the stairs several minutes later 😂

They’re so silly :D

THE FANART 😂😂😂

The way they both were so confused my TrueSymmetry

Aimsey and Jimmy asked to team with each other this event??? :(( that’s so sweet I love them

“What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?” When they run into each other at the place they all said they were going 😂

Jimmy saying Phil has something different in mind every time someone suggests something and him laughing and saying “a little bit of chaos”

I love this team’s energy so much you don’t understand

Aimsey and Jimmy screaming no to bingo and Phil just laughing

Bingo But Fast

Phil woke up and chose violence chaos

Phil and Aimsey’s synchronized gasp when they notice the elytra

Jimmy what are you talking about, you’ve played bingo

They’re just crying about the old textures, valid

Aimsey and Blushi :))

They tried to crit out Bad, I’m crying

“Can anyone get some clay?” “I’m currently in the… uh, thingymajiggy” “Perfect!” Blushi 😂

“I love flying, this is so fun! Oh and I fell, nevermind, no longer fun” and Phil just shrieking

Blushi trying to actually game while Phil is just losing his mind and Aimsey is enabling him

“Sam broke my crafting table!!” Blushi sounded so sibling right there 😭

Already planning to throw for loser dodgebolt after game 1 my beloved

Blushi giving Aims a chicken and it just testing itself out the tube 😂

Aimsey screaming at Jimmy when he missed his miss

Battle Box

Blushi being Aimsey’s hypeman my beloved

This team is so scuffed help 😂

High key thought Phil was referencing MCM there 👀

Phil went “ooo weapon >:D”

What even happened lmao

Jimmy’s little “We’re doing this on purpose, right?” 😭😭😭

THEYRE SO SILLY

“We won the battle, now it’s time to win the war” SO TRUE BLUSHI!!

“I’m overstimulated” “Someone just said we’re the Distracted Dogs, that’s our new game name” just back to back lol

“I’m having too much fun, I can’t” Phil is dying

Hole in the Wall

Aimsey talking about himself like she’s some kind of robot and/or sim is so

Jimmy and Aimsey taking “If we go down, we go down together” to a whole new level”

See kids? If you eat your veggies you too can become a minecraft streamer!!

“We’re pulling it back!!” “We can’t pull it back too much guys, we gotta get last” so true Blushi, so true

“For the sake of Jimmy’s mental health”

Survival Games

Aimsey legit sounds so sad

Aimsey narrating documentary-style 😂

Phil embracing his inner bird is the best thing to happen to this community lol

“I’m gonna get a drink and it’s gonna be ALCOHOL!!!” Phil 😭

HANNAH AND SYLVEE MY BELOVED!!! THEYRE POPPING OFF!!!

TGTTOSAWAF

Aimsey hyping up Blushi :))

Aimsey and Phil continuing the halftime show, as they should

“NO!!! I hate people” valid

Them all just screaming 😂

Noooo Aimsey would’ve been first :((

Philza my most inconsist canon player my beloved <333 (Jimmy’s the most overall lol)

Sands of Time

I love how much xey love SoT <333

Aimsey saying hi to H and Phil underestimating how much this man loves sands

Phil noticing the chimes being off so fast is actually insane, this man plays too much minecraft /lh

Aimsey’s confidence is everything <333

“We’re the great, we’re the best, we’re actually the best there’s ever been… oh we’re still tenth though” “It’s rigged!! I am telling you, it rigged!!”

“We were too silly!!”

Big Sales at Build Mart

Aimsey and Phil’s energy is everything

“You need white stained glass” “I have black stained glass” “That doesn’t help, you loser, good job though” AIMSEY 😂😭😭

Phil just keeps getting sassed 😂😂😂

“Guys, do you think we’re making it to dodgebolt, I think we do” “A HUNDO PERCENT!!”

Who hurt Jimmy???? Well, skyblockle, but…

Skyblockle

Who gave them permission to be this funny???

“Can we make a pickaxe real quick?” “No” “… PLEASE!!” 😭😭😭

TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS: BLUSHI KILLING AIMSEY’S PIG

“Forget the pig, keep mining!!!” Jimmy 😂

They’re just playing a game of telephone 😂😂😂

They did really well!! I spaced out and now they’re in 6th lol

“It’s so silly” “The silly meter on it is crazy” “Shut up!!!” Aimsey and Jimmy my beloveds <333

THEM ALL ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT WHEN THEYRE ACTUALLY IN DODGEBOLT

Dodgebolt

Oli and Jimmy <3333

Aimsey and Krinios intense eye contact my beloved

“Guys I feel sick” JIMMY 😭😭😭

This is so chaotic I’m dying /pos

KRINIOS KILLED JIM 😭😭😭

“Guys, there’s friendly fire, just to let you know, there is friendly fire” thank you Jimmy

“Beky I’m in you” “Good.” Why did she say it like that 😭

I need an Aimsey and Oli team STAT

#mcc scuffed #mc championships #mc championship #aimsey #philza #jimmy solidarity #blushi

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guardian-of-fandoms · 2 years ago

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So was nobody gonna tell me about the theory that Cody is Onyx Prime Reincarnated

MY MIND IS BLOWN

Like it's absolutely insane but IT ALSO EXPLAINS A TON AND I CAN'T REALLY ARGUE-

Like I love Cody, he's an ADORABLE bean, and probably one of the best human characters in the franchise. he's just a sweet lil bean who genuinely wanted to befriend Cybertronians and managed to single handedly be the ENTIRE reason the team got their act together at all, the ONLY reason Heatwave gave humans a chance, and not only did Heatwave give him a chance, HE BASICALLY FUCKING ADOPTED THE KID.

But EVERYONE I have ever seen is C O N F U S E D as to why. WHY is this Kid gifted with Godly empathy and communication skills that stump and get grown adults and LITERAL ALIENS to change their entire frame of mind, going from ready to fucking throw hands to talking civilly in a matter of seconds!!!! KIDS DON'T DO THAT. CODY IS ONLY EIGHT. YEARS. OLD. AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SHOW, 14 BY SEASON 4, AND PROBABLY 16-17 BY RBA.

.... So here's why I love this theory.

IT. EXPLAINS. THINGS.

(after days of obsessive Onyx Prime research)

-Oynx Prime's main abilities were his communication skills/Empathy, something that would probably carry over in Reincarnation. In fact, I've seen TONS of people theorize that Onyx was Reincarnated as Cody for the purpose of guiding the rescue bots, who would ultimately go on to change the course of Human/Cybertronian relations as a whole!

In fact, Cody has connected with Cybertronians SO WELL, Whirl casually dropped in an episode of RBA that sometimes, THE RECRUITS F O R G E T THAT CODY ISN'T CYBERTRONIAN.

THEY FREAKING FORGET THAT HE'S A HUMAN

.... What if Cody happens to fit in so well with Cybertronians.... Because he has a Spark?????

-Onyx Prime has massive wings. Cody is CONSTANTLY associated with Flight across the show. He wears a Bomber Jacket, uses a hoverboard, briefly used those rocket shoe things, and constantly rides along with Blades and Dani.

-Onyx Prime's Alt-Mode is a Griffin. Not only does the show constantly address the mythology of Griffins (and TFP says Predacons were actually responsible for Earth's mythological creatures in the first place), but the show LITERALLY TAKES PLACE ON AN ISLAND CALLED "Griffin Rock"

Lastly, I'm not sure if this counts,

But one thing about Cody has bugged me literally the entire show. Legit, as long as I've loved rescue bots, this has bugged me.

Cody's blonde hair.

i know this sounds stupid, but... THE KID'S HAIR MAKES NO SENSE.

Charlie has been show to have had brown hair when he was younger. Dani and Kade are both bright redheads, Graham is kinda a reddish brown.

if Charlie had brown hair, then than implies that the mom was a redhead, right???

So where's the Blonde come from????

I'm not claiming to be an expert in either Genetics, Reincarnation, or Onyx Prime.

But.......

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sprinklesofktrash · 3 years ago

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Sugar Daddy - n.yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x fem! Reader

Warnings: Sugar daddy Yuta! Smut, fingering, kissing, moaning, grunting, groaning, receiving/giving heads, choking, begging, passionate sex, fluff in the end ^.^

Word Counts: 8.9k

Summary: As an influencer, you barely check your DMs. One specific guy did catch your eyes and you catch his eyes. He became your sugar daddy. Your contract with him only last for a whole summer but to him, you were too special to be only lasted for an entire summer. But things don’t go the way you both wanted.

A/N: Sorry it took me a while, I’ve been stuck with school this week and I had two weddings to attend. Don’t worry, those who did request, I’m still in the process of writing :) you’ll see your stories soon. Stay tune for more stories to be publish!

You’re a 24-year old that’s obsessed with lifestyle. Your Instagram page is full of fun living experiences and showing your 15k followers what it’s like being you.

You do sponsor a lot of small business companies, clothing, jewelry, lingerie, and bikinis. You’ll try to go to places just to show off the brands.

You do get a lot of DM offers but the one you couldn’t resist was from this one guy. He’s been trying to get your attention for a while and you thought it was a bit weird.

He kept offering you trips to different countries, buying whatever you want, and even offered you money. That’s weird, right?

“Be my sugar baby? I’ll do anything for you” he says.

But, for you to be his sugar baby, you’ll have to listen to him and travel with him for his work. Being his partner. You’re not ready to do all that with a stranger.

You had to think about it because there are guys who do that and kill them. You don’t want to die. What if he gives you a lot of money and in the future run, he wants it back? It’s a lot of things you need to think about.

yuu_taa_1026 wants to send you a message!

You opened it.

I have a trip to Japan this weekend and I would love to take you. I already have your first-class ticket ready. If you’re willing to come, you can meet me at the airport. x *attachment*

“He legit got me a first-class ticket! What should I do?!” You scream at your friend. Now, you’re rethinking everything.

She came out of the kitchen and sat beside you to read the message. Her mouth flew open.

“He even added a picture of your ticket!” She shriek. You nodded. She sigh and handed you back your phone.

“Do you want to go?” She asks you. You shrug. “I’m not even sure. As I said, I don’t want to die” you groan.

She laughs, “he’s been trying to get your attention for a while. Why don’t you go for it? If he gives you one bad feeling, take the first flight back home!” She explains.

You slowly nod your head, “when’s the weekend?” You ask. She looks at her wrist where his watch is.

“Tomorrow!” She gasps. You hurried to your room to pack your things.

“Hey don’t forget this” while you try to figure out which outfits to bring, your friends threw in red lingerie you had modeled for Instagram. It landed inside your suitcase. You turn your head to look at her.

“Are you crazy? I don’t even know him. I’m not going to throw myself on him” You take your lingerie back out. Your friend sighed and sat down next to your suitcase.

“So, you’re going to Japan with him. What if you two share the same hotel room? That’s so romantic” She giggles. You didn’t respond to her, you continue to search your closet for the best outfits. Your friend took out another lingerie and shove it inside your suitcase.

You woke up earlier to get ready to make sure you look good. You were nervous at the same time. What if it’s an old guy catfishing you.

You made sure your friend drive you to the airport in case this mission was a failure. “I’ll text you okay?!” You told her as you yell outside the car. She nodded.

“If it’s the same person, hit it” she winks. You rolled your eyes and waved goodbye to her. He had DM you earlier this morning, he told you he’d wait for you at the terminal.

You didn’t want to text him back so you might as well surprise him. You arrive at the terminal, searching around to see if you can find him.

“You made it!” A soft voice spoke behind you. You turn around and your jaw almost broke jaw because of how wide open it hung. He laugh which made you snap out of your thoughts and close your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to look like the picture” you chuckle nervously and went up to him.

“I thought that too, aren’t you glad I’m am though?” He asks. You couldn’t get over how handsome this person is. His beauty was pure perfection.

“I-I am” you laugh. He tucks his hand into his pants. He was wearing a suit while you dressed casually. You look down at your clothes, black knit crop top, and pants.

“I look way off” you laugh at yourself. He shook his head, “no, you look great. I have a meeting when we land so I wore this ahead of time” he explains.

You nodded. “Flight 243 to Osaka, Japan is now boarding,” the lady on the announcement said. He smiles, showing his perfectly white teeth. Wow, he’s truly beautiful.

He led you to the check-in and while walking to the plane he introduce himself, his name is Yuta and he's from Japan. You introduce yourself to him but it seems like he already knows you.

“Is it okay if I sit by the window? I like looking at clouds” you ask shyly. He moves to the side, “of course” you slide into the luxurious cabin.

You look around and try to admire everything. Who knows this will be your last time flying first class.

“Are you alright?” He asks as he fastens his seatbelt. You chuckle, “it’s my first time riding first class, this is exciting” you shriek. He laughs at you.

“I’ll make this your best experience” he helps you with your seatbelt.

“I didn’t get your name,” you ask him. His doe eyes look up at you, “Yuta.” You could melt from his eye contact.

Yuta had requested champagnes for the two of you. The flight had taken off and it’ll take the place almost two hours to get there.

“So what makes you choose me?” You turn your body to face him. Yuta chuckles and turns his body to look at you.

“I saw you on me explore page and I was fascinated so I went through your posts” he explains.

You gasps, “were you stalking me Yuta?” You joked. Yuta raised his eyebrows, “you caught me” he put his hands up in defense.

“It took me a while to get a response back though” Yuta blushes. Your laughs, “I’m sorry, I thought you were a creep. It’s all safety concerns” you defend. Yuta nodded.

“What makes you want to come with me?” He asks. You put your chin on your palm as your elbow rested on the dividers between you two.

“The first-class tickets got me” you joked. Yuta scoff.

“Oh wow!” He laughs. You laugh with him and gently hit his chest.

“I’m kidding. I noticed you’ve been trying to get my attention so I was like I might as well. I prayed you weren’t some catfished guy” you sigh. Yuta looks down at his lap and back at you.

“So how does this work?” You take a sip of your champagne. “Am I stuck with you for this one trip or do you have something else planned?” You asked.

Yuta cleared his throat, “I was planning on keeping for this trip but I like you so I’d like to stick with you for this summer” he looks at you. He noticed your expression changed.

“That’s if you want to but you don’t have to” he quickly said. You quickly shake your head no.

“No, no. I’d like that. You should know, I’m a fun person to be around with during the summer” you wink at him. Yuta laughs.

“Like?” He was very intrigued by you. He was very comfortable with you and he appreciated how comfortable you got around him.

The two of you spend the entire flight talking about what you did last year summer. Yuta talks about his business. The two hit it off well.

You learned that Yuta only wants you to stick with him for the whole summer. After summer ended, you’ll be back to your own life and him as well.

“Y/n, I have a business dinner tonight so you want to come?” Yuta asks you when you opened your hotel door.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to go?” You ask, biting your lips. Yuta looks down at your lips and back at your eyes.

He nodded, “Yes. I want you there,” he said. You nodded.

“I don’t have any fancy clothes,” you said nervously. Yuta chuckles, “let’s go take you out then,” he said. Your eyes lit up.

“Seriously?” You ask him again. He nodded.

“I’ll buy you everything you want,” he said. You pick up your purse and your keycard and left with Yuta to the shopping mall. He had taken you to the expensive branded stores.

Everything you had tried on Yuta bought it. You beg him not to but he insisted. He doesn’t care what you said he got it.

“I only need one outfit” you look down at all the shopping bags with all the expensive clothes inside.

“You’ll be spending the whole summer with me, there’s no way you’re going back home to get more clothes. You’ll be by my side at all times” he said in all seriousness. You gulped and nodded.

“Come on, let’s go get shoes” he takes your wrist and drags you into Louis Vuitton.

That night, Yuta had taken you to the company dinner as his plus one. You weren’t sure what they were talking about because they were speaking in Japanese. Yuta would translate something’s to you when he notice you were being awkward.

“Are you doing okay so far?” Yuta whispered in your ear. You nodded with a smile. “This is what you do? This is cool” you look around at the rich people socializing.

You heard Yuta chuckle, “it’s cool but also stressful. If you’re tired, we can head back” Yuta asks. You quickly shake your head no.

“I’m fine, I’d like to stay and wait until you’re done” you smile at him. Yuta nodded. He took your hand and wrap it around his arm. He walks around and socializes with his business partners.

You would talk when they ask you a few questions. You didn’t want to talk too much because you don’t want to make Yuta look bad.

“Are you his girlfriend?” One of the wives said. You chuckle and slightly tug on Yuta’s arm. Yuta looks at you and the wife.

“Is she your girlfriend?” She repeated but this time asking Yuta. Yuta smiles and looks at you, “she’s a friend” he pats your hand. The wife chuckles.

“Too bad, you both would be cute together” She walks away. You and Yuta exchange eye contact and started laughing.

“That was awkward,” He said. You agreed.

Sometime during the event, you find yourself sitting down. Your feet were hurting from wearing high heels. You wanted to rest before getting back up.

You also felt tired as your eyes were begging you to close. You tried to stay away by rubbing your eyes without ruining your makeup.

You saw Yuta walking up to you and pretending everything was fine. He kneels in front of you and takes your hands into his, “are you tired? Let’s go back?” He asked sweetly. You were really tired so you nodded.

Yuta said goodbyes to everyone and left the event in a taxi. You fell asleep on the way back. Yuta noticed but he had to wake you up when you both arrive at the hotel.

He led you to your room, you quickly jump on your bed and shut your eyes. Yuta laughs as he drops his suit on a chair. Soon, you fell asleep right away.

Yuta took off your heels and left the dress alone. He went to the bathroom to get your makeup wipes and gently wipe the make off your face.

You groan, “you don’t have to do this” you chuckle tiredly. Grabbing his wrist. Yuta let out a small smile.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just sleep” he whispered. You kept your hand on his wrist as he try to get all the makeup off your face.

He tuck you under the sheet and left your room to let you rest.

That morning you woke up early and took a shower. You ordered room service and went to check on Yuta.

You knock on the door before he came to open it. “Did you eat yet?” You asked him. He shook his head no.

“Tada!” Your cart of food into his view. Yuta smile and open the wider to let you in.

The two of you ate while talking about his business. Yuta company specializes in stock. He’s very good at it too.

“Aside from being an influencer, did you want to become something else before that?” Yuta asks. You took a sip of your orange juice.

“I wanted to become a flight attendant. But I gave it up” You lean back onto the couch.

“Why is that?” Yuta sips his coffee.

You shrug, “if I were being honest, I was broke. My mom died and I went into this deep black hole. When she told me she would support me, I looked forward to becoming one. I even passed my exam and all. Then, she died in a car accident so I never look back into doing it. Or else it would be reminded of the” you didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling him this sad story of your life. You smile as if everything is okay.

“Would you go back to doing it?” Yuta asks quietly. You look out the window.

“I’m not sure” you smile.

“If I give you money, would you go and do it?” He asked. You quickly shake your head no.

“It’s not about the money at this point. I’m not worried about that. I just, I don’t know. I don’t have the support system to make me go and do it” You play with the hem of your pants.

“I’ll be the support system. I’ll be there for you every step of the way” He scoots closer to you and hold his cold hands into yours.

You look at his handsome face, his eyes were glistening from the sun. “You would do that for me?” You were shocked. Yuta squeeze your hands and nodded.

“After all, you got me breakfast” he looks at the food you both had finished. “It’s just a kind gesture. I didn’t want you to eat alone” you chuckle.

“No, you’re the first to do this for me” He took a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes widen, “Really?” You ask. He nodded.

“Do the girls you take just hang out with you for money?” You sit up straight. He nodded.

“Seriously? That’s stupid. Well, I’m glad I’m here with you. You’re a good person” you smile at him and pat his arm. Yuta smile at you.

The room fell silent, with only the two of you staring at each other. You cleared your throat and look away. “What’s on today’s agenda?” You ask him, stretching your body out.

“I’ll be busy today but you’re free to roam around, I don’t want you to be stuck with me” Yuta checks his watch.

“Wow, you’re dumping me already?” You cross your arms. Yuta quickly tries to reassure you he’s not. It made you laugh.

“Yuta, I’m kidding. I’ll be fine. You go ahead and do your stuff” you smile at him. Yuta bit his lips.

“You have my number right?” He asks you. You shook your head.

“Give me your phone” he put his hand out for you to put your phone on his palm. You took out your phone and place it on his palm.

Yuta notice a cute picture on your lock screen of yourself, he smiled because of how pretty you looked. After he saved his number he gave it back to you.

“I’m giving you my card, get anything you want” he pull out his wallet and handed you a black card. Your eyes widen, you have to be so rich to have one. You quickly push his hand away from you.

“No, no. I’ll be fine. You think I’m that broke?” You scoff but crack a laugh. Yuta chuckles and grabs your wrist. You retract your hand back which made him try to get your hand again. The two of you fight in silence until you gave up.

Somehow Yuta ended up over you, his face was inches away. You gulped. Yuta noticed he was close to you too, he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

“Fine, I’ll take it!” You quickly said and took the card. Yuta sat next to you, awkwardly. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to use it” you hiss,

Yuta nodded, “I have to get going. Be safe okay. Text me if you’re lost” He said as he put on his jacket. He waves goodbye to you before leaving his hotel room with you in it.

You sigh and design to clean up his room. It was a habit you picked up from your mom. You can’t stand having messy rooms, you have at least made it tidy.

You decided to walk around the shopping street in Osaka. Since you’ve never been to Osaka before, you wanted to experience what it’s like.

Everyone was very friendly, they made you come visit their stores. You came across a jewelry vendor. They were selling pretty jewelry. You thought of Yuta.

He’s always wearing pretty dangly earrings. So you wanted to pick one for him. Well, a necklace. You weren’t sure if he wears it but you went to purchase one anyways. You chose a silver necklace with a kunai dagger on it.

You went around some more to look for other stuff. You came across this one restaurant. You wanted to order something for lunch so you can surprise Yuta with it.

As you waited for your food, your phone begin ringing. You smile at the caller ID. Yuta had saved his number as Yuta <3. It was cheesy but you liked it.

“Hi! Are you calling to check on me or are you calling to ask if I spend your money yet?” You answered the phone.

Yuta laughs on the other line, “I’m calling to check on you.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you miss me yet?” You joked.

“No. What are you doing?” He asks. You rolled your eyes at how quickly he changed the subject.

“I’m at the shopping street in Tenjinbashisuji” you had to pronounce the word slowly. Yuta laughs at your pronunciation.

“Oh! Tenjinbashisuji!” The way he pronounce it was so perfect and clear, you felt embarrassed. You can’t blame yourself since Yuta is from Japan. “That’s a good place, did you like it?” He asked you.

You smile and nodded, knowing he can’t see you. “It’s nice! Everyone is so nice” the lady called your order as you made your way to pay.

“Japanese people are nice when they want to” Yuta nodded.

“Did you eat yet?” You left the restaurant. You heard shuffling on the other end of the line.

“No, I’ve been busy with work” You could hear the stress in his voice. You look down at the food, “I bought food for you. Can I come to your office?” You asked Yuta, hoping he’d say yes.

No answer.

You check your phone to make sure he was still on the phone. “Hello?” You make sure he was still on.

“Oh sorry, yes! Please come, I’ll let my secretary know and they can escort you there!” Yuta answered. You smile and quickly walk to the nearest bus stop.

“Great! I’ll let you there” You said. But you paused. “Wait! Can you send me the address?” You blush.

“I already sent it” he laughs on the other end. Your phone vibrates with a message from Yuta. You smile, “okay, I’ll see you soon.”

The two of you hung up and you try your best to get to Yuta’s building quickly. A nice older woman helped you out by telling you which bus to take.

You arrive at Yuta’s building 15 minutes later, you hoped the food is still warm. You made it inside the building, you went to the front desk to tell them you’re here for Yuta. They escorted you to Yuta’s office.

“Mr. Nakamoto, your guest is here” his secretary announced. Yuta’s soft voice responds on the other side of the door. The secretary opens the door and lets you enter.

Yuta’s table was covered with piles of paperwork. He looks up when he saw you came in. “Hi!” He smiles and drops the paperwork. You smile back and hold up the plastic bag. His face lit up.

You set up the food on the coffee table in his office. His office is pretty big, he is the CEO anyways. Yuta rubs his hands when he saw you preparing the food.

“It smells so good!” Yuta looks around. You had to agree. You handed him a chopstick as both of you dig in.

You look around his room, his room overlooking the city of Osaka. “Do you like the room?” Yuta asks as he watches your eyes roam around. You nodded.

You swallowed your food, “it’s pretty” you smile. Yuta agreed. “Oh!” You said as you search your bag.

Yuta looks at you confusingly. You pull out the small paper bag that has his gift in it. You handed it to him. Yuta puts down his food and takes the bag.

“What is it?” He asks as he opens the bag. You wait for his reaction. His eyes lit up as he pull out the necklace.

“This is so cute! I love it!” He smiles. He looks at the pendant. “It’s a kunai dagger too!” He exclaims.

You chuckle, “I don’t know if you wear necklaces but I think it’ll look good on you” you smile nervously.

“Y/n, I’m in love with it” he touches his heart. He went to put it on. You watch him admire the necklace around his neck.

“How do I look?” He asks. You smile, “handsome” you look at his face. Yuta chuckles and kept touching it.

“Oh! Here’s your card,” you put the black card on the table and slide it to him. “I didn’t use it,” you told him.

“You’re in Osaka, you have to treat yourself!” Yuta groan. You shake your head, “I did” you glance at the necklace.

Yuta looks down at the necklace, “I said yourself not me” He repeated. You chuckle. “Technically I did, I treat myself by buying you that necklace” you corrected him.

Yuta smiles as he stares at you, “I can never win against you can I?” He asks. You shake your head no. “Nope.”

“Can I hang around here until you finish work?” You stretch yourself as you lean back into the couch. Yuta nodded, “yeah. You sure you don’t want to back to the hotel?” He asked you.

You shake your head no, “it’s going to be boring without you” you pout. Yuta chuckles.

The two of you finish eating but you’re mainly letting him eat since he’s been working so hard. You eventually fell asleep on the couch.

Yuta who was working, walked up to check on you, you were fast asleep. He chuckles as he takes off his jacket and puts it over you.

He gently stroked your face and went back to his chair and finish where he left off.

“Mr. Nakamoto” his secretary came in. Yuta quickly hush him as he glance over to where you were at and see if you woke up.

The secretary glances at you and looks at Yuta. Yuta told him to come. “Did you get it?” He asked his secretary. His secretary nodded as he place the red box with a gold emblem on it.

“Perfect! Thank you!” Yuta smiles. He opens the box revealing a gold Cartier love bracelet with diamonds surrounding it.

“Would that be all Mr. Nakamoto?” He whispered. Yuta shake his head as his eyes fixed on the jewelry.

“That’ll be all” He whispered back. His secretary left as Yuta close the box and put it inside his bag. Throughout his whole shift, he kept thinking about gifting you the bracelet. He’s waiting on the perfect time.

“No way!“ you shriek. Yuta nodded.

“We’re going to Italy?!” You asked him again. Yuta nodded. “Ahh! I’m excited” as you clap your hands in happiness.

Yuta watch your face light up. “Is it for business?” You ask him. Yuta shook his head no.

“Just a little break before we resume again” he explains. You nodded.

“When are we leaving?” You asked him. “Tomorrow” he responded. Your face lights up again.

You had told Yuta that you’d never been to Italy and that it’ll be so perfect. Yuta told you what you’ll be doing there and that he had rented a yacht for a whole day for the two of you. You were so excited for that day to come.

That night, you had to apply for a job to be a flight attendant. You had thought about it and Yuta was there to help you with the process. Yuta had joked about your height.

“I don’t know, the application said you have to be 5’6 but you’re a lot shorter” Yuta tried to measure your height. You push him away. “Hey! I passed my exam last time!” you scoff. Yuta laughs as he watches you press submit.

“There it goes,” You said, looking at the submitted application and look at Yuta. Yuta gave you a high five but you pull him into a hug. “Thank you for being here with me. It means a lot” you said against his shoulder. Yuta stroke your head.

“I’m glad I was here” He smiles. “And it’s also because you’re using my computer so” He purses his lips. You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s check your browser shall we?” you quickly try to open his browser history but he quickly snatches his computer away from you. “Mr. Nakamoto, what are you hiding” You smirk, trying to get his computer but he kept it so high you couldn’t reach for it.

“None of your business,” He said. The two of you trying to fight each other for the computer. It’s not like Yuta has been watching anything dirty, he was just embarrassed to show his recent browser history after searching up which bracelets he should get you.

You both had arrived in Italy 24 hours later. The flight was longer so you had more time to sleep in. The weather in Italy was hot. It is the summer after all. Yuta had taken you to Capri, it was a beautiful island surrounded by mountains. You’ve always seen pictures of this island and you wanted to visit it. There’s a driver to pick you both up and take you to the hotel.

“Bad news, I didn’t want to tell you this earlier but I only got one suite for the both of us. All of their rooms are fully booked and luckily I found this one” He said. You nodded. “That’s fine. I don’t mind sharing” You respond. Yuta smiles, he knows you wouldn’t complain.

Both of you entered the master suite. It was so cozy and the view of the ocean was beautiful. You open the balcony door and feel the fresh summer air. “This is so pretty” You close your eyes as you feel the breeze hitting your face.

“Do you always admire the places you visit?” Yuta chuckles as he stands beside you. You open your eyes, “Of course. Who knows if I’m coming back to the place again” You shrug. Yuta had to agree. He watches your eyes roam around but all he could focus is on your face. How pretty you look under the sun.

“Did you want to rest or should we go eat?” Yuta asked. You know tomorrow is when you both will use the yacht.

“Hmm, what do you want to do?” You ask Yuta. Yuta chuckles.

“It’s your week, I’m going to listen to you” Yuta back up. You groan, “I hate making decisions.”

“You’re going have to” Yuta shrugged. You look at the horizon and finally decided.

“Shall we go to the spa?” You smile. Yuta nodded. “Let’s go!” He went back inside.

The two of you change into your robes. Yuta had waited for you. Once you step out Yuta smile, “let’s go?” He asks. You nodded. You wrap your arm around Yuta’s arm as he leads you two to the spa.

You groan, “this feels so good” your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Yuta chuckles, you look at him as the lady massage his back. “Does it feel good?” You ask. Yuta nodded and close his eyes.

“As a businessman, you should get massages every week. It’ll help you relieve some tensions” you suggest to him. Yuta raised his eyebrows.

“Can you give me massages then?” He asks. You smirk, “for now. My contract ends this summer remember?” You told him.

Yuta groaned, “don’t mention it. I’ll be sad for the rest of the summer” he pouted. You giggle.

“Wow! This yacht is huge!” You set your stuff down and look around. Yuta watches you go inside every room in awe. He chuckles at all the expressions you make.

“You like it?” He asks. You nodded.

They move the yacht in the middle of the ocean where you can see the whole island from afar. The tides here are a little calmer. You were sunbathing while Yuta reads the newspaper. It was starting to get hot so you move away from the sun. “Let’s jump in the water!” You suggest. Yuta smirked and put the paper down.

“You go first,” He said. You play with your hands and look down at your feet, “I forgot how to swim” you chuckle.

Yuta shakes his head and stands up from where he was at. You watch him take off the black shirt he was wearing, revealing his tattoos and belly piercing. It caught you so off guard, you didn’t expect Yuta to have any tattoos or let alone a belly piercing.

Yuta notice you were staring at his stomach so he cleared his throat. “Come, you can hold on to me” He puts his hand out for you to take. You nodded and take his hand. He leads you to the deck. He went inside the water first and aid you after.

You yelp at how cold the water was. Yuta caught you when you sunk into the ocean. He laughs when you try swimming back to the surface. You cradle onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“You okay?” Yuta notices how scared you look. You nodded and wipe your face. His arm rested on your waist while the other tried to help you both stay floating.

You look down at his neck, he kept the necklace on. You poke on it, “you never take this off?” You ask. He shakes his head no.

“Make sure it doesn’t stab you while you’re sleeping” You tap on it and look at his face. Both of your faces were close to each other. You didn’t know what got into you but you lean in to kiss his cheek. Yuta's eyes widen. You cleared your throat.

“S-sorry. I don’t what gotten into me” you stutter. You could hear your friend’s voice in your head, you’re into him!

“No, it’s okay” He brushes it off. He holds onto you tighter. The two of you got quiet. You weren’t sure if he let you do it. You felt weird because Yuta didn’t have the reaction you wanted.

“How are you trying to be a flight attendant and you can’t swim?” Yuta breaks the silence. You blush. “They have a life vest right?” You ask.

Yuta shakes his head, “for the passenger not for you” He laughs. You hit his chest softly. That afternoon, Yuta had taught you how to swim again. You both played on the jet ski and just be in each other’s company.

After a fun night, you both went back to the hotel to change and went out to a fancy dinner that Yuta had planned. You walked with your arm around his. Yuta never complains about it. As of matter of fact, he likes it.

“How’s the food?” Yuta asks after finishing the last spoon of your gelato. You wipe your lips and put two thumbs up.

You heard music from afar and it slowly gets louder as it approaches the two of you. You look at Yuta who was already smiling at you. You watch the people in their instruments playing classical music beside you in awe as you did a small clap.

“Y/n…” Yuta calls your name. You look at him. He pulled out a red rectangular box and slide it across the table. You gasp. “What’s this?” You saw the branded name across the box.

“It’s for you” He smiles.

“Yuta…I hope you didn’t get me this because I got you the necklace” You couldn’t believe it.

He chuckles and nods, “Yuta, I can’t accept this. It’s too expensive” You shake your head no.

“Please, I want to do this for you” He begs. You shake your head. “Yuta, that necklace cost so much less than this” You whispered.

Yuta nodded but he took your wrist. Your hand rested inside his large hands. “I will not let you walk out of here without this.” You look at him, you could see how sad he’ll be if you don’t accept it.

You sigh and nodded. Yuta smiles and scoots his chair closer to the table to open the box. Your mouth flew open to see the diamonds around the bracelet. Yuta smiles as he fixes the jewelry around your wrist.

“It’s not only because you got me this necklace, it’s because I thought you deserve this. I’ve never met someone like you. Someone who has a kind heart and someone makes me smile this often” Yuta got shy. After he fix the bracelet, you lift your hand feeling how heavy the jewelry was. You’ve never had this expensive type of jewelry before.

You usually get jewelry from the store for under 30 dollars. You stand up and hug Yuta. He hugs you back and plants a small kiss on your cheek. You felt your cheeks getting red.

That night, you and Yuta sat on the balcony sipping wine. You kept looking at the bracelet, you still couldn’t believe he gifted you this. “Don’t buy me expensive things again!” You scold him. Yuta chuckles, “I am your sugar daddy for this summer anyways” he smirks.

“I won’t accept it!” You told him. He laughs and pulls you into his arms. You didn’t expect this but it felt nice feeling his warmth.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks you. You nodded as you play with the hem of his suit. “I want you by my side” he whispered. You froze. You slowly turn around and look into his eyes.

“Don’t leave me” he said quietly. You nodded. You lick your lips as his eyes wander down to your lips.

“I-I won’t” you whispered. Yuta cup your cheek as he brings his face forward. He stops a few inches away, his eyes asking if he could kiss you. You slowly nodded.

His lips gently wrap around your mouth. It's been a while since you've been kissed but this kiss is more special than all your ex combined. Yuta drops his hands from your face and wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasp, Yuta took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You melt into the kiss, battling your tongue with his. Your arm finds its way around his neck.

Yuta picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. He leads you inside with his lips around yours. He drops you gently on the mattress. You kneel at the corner as his lips left yours. You look up at him, wanting more of him. “I-I want you,” you said quietly, tugging his waistband.

Yuta clashes his lips against yours again and the two of you fall onto the bed, with his straddling over you. You unbuttoned his shirt as he help you with your dress. The room filled with heavy breathing coming from you two.

Your hands ran over Yuta’s fit body as he take off his shirt. You flip him over and sat over his torso. Yuta grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss. His hands ran over your legs and up to your waist. You begin leaving a trail of kisses down to his neck.

You heard his moan. It turned you on. Your lips kiss the tattoo on his chest and down to his hip tattoo. You look up at him as he watches your every move. His breath hitched every time he feels your lips on his body.

You were fascinated by the big butterfly tattoo on his torso. You trace over the tattoo and his belly piercing. You unbutton his pants and take them off. You could his bulging cock on his black brief. You bit your lip and get off the bed.

You took off your dress as Yuta watched you, his hands rubbing over his throbbing cock. His eyes wander down to your breast and that thin black underwear around your waist. You tug on the strap, trying to tease him.

Yuta groan. You giggle and take it off. Yuta bit his lips when he sees you completely naked. He tells you to come to him as you listen. You crawl on top of him. His hands ran over your naked body, making your heat wet. His hands massage your breast as you grind over his throbbing cock. You moan as he kisses your chest. You cup his cheeks as his lips wrap around your nipple.

You moan again and arches your back. Yuta wraps one arm around your waist to make you grind over his cock again. You heard him groan on your nipple. Yuta lean back to look at you, “you’re so fucking hot” it was your first time hearing him curse and it was honestly so hot.

You smile and move your hair to the side and lean into his face for a kiss. You ran your tongue inside of his mouth and grind on him. You two exchange moans and couldn’t take it anymore. Yuta flips you over as he gets on top. He props your legs to your chest and looks at how wet your fold was. You bit your lips when you see him getting closer to it.

You watch his face disappear from your view as you felt his warm tongue licks over your folds. You moan, “fuck” you breathe out. Yuta begins kissing your folds. Your head leans back, liking the feeling of it. You spread your legs a little out so you can see him. Yuta finds your eyes as he kept licking and sucking your fold.

You bit your lips and massage your breasts with your hands. Yuta crawl over your body as your legs fall over his shoulders. His lips find yours as you tasted yourself. Yuta slides his tongue inside of your mouth while grinding his hips over your throbbing pussy.

He trails his kisses down to your neck, you moan when he hit the soft spot. He grinds his hips a little faster, you felt his cock pressed against yours. He hovers over your face as his hands trail down to your wet pussy. He begin to rub it, he kept his eye contact with you as you bit your lips.

“Yuta” you moan his name. You spread your legs wider as you watch his face disappear down to your folds. His hand covers your mouth as his lips find your clit. Your eyes roll back when you felt his lips on your folds. You move his hand and begin sucking his fingers. You look down as he moves his head side to side as you felt his tongue inside of you.

Your head falls on the mattress as you massage your breast. “That feels so good Yuta” you groan as you open your eyes to look at him. He inserts two fingers inside of you. “Fuck” you moan. The feeling of his lips on your fold and his fingers thrusting into you make your back arches. You grip into the sheets.

Yuta retreats his fingers and he stops kissing your fold. You look at him as he leans to kiss you. He removes the brief and tosses it away. Your hands rested on his chest and push him on the mattress. You look this girthy length and look into his eyes. You lean in for a kiss again and wrap your hand around his cock. Yuta groans into the kiss at the feeling of your hand around his cock.

You kneel in between his legs and watch your strokes on his cock. Yuta closes his eyes as you lean into his cock and wrap your lips around his tip. “Fuck” He groans as his eyes flutter open. He holds your hair back so it won’t get in your way.

You take his whole cock inside of your mouth and move your head in and out. Another moan escapes his lips. His hand begins pumping your head into his cock. His eyes close as he felt the wetness around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so good” he praises you. You pop his cock out and pump it. You both look at each other as you pump his cock in between both your faces. Yuta pulls your chin to kiss him. He tasted himself as you both battle your tongue with his.

You lay your back on the mattress as Yuta straddles in between your legs. You felt his tip run over your folds. Yuta stares into your eyes, asking for permission with his eyes. You nodded. His cock enters your folds easily. You both moan loudly as he thrust his hips into you. You clutch into his arms as he kisses your neck.

“You feel amazing” Yuta groaned as he kept a steady pace. He props his elbows to your sides as you run your hands over his cheeks. You both stare into each other’s eyes. Yuta kneels in between your legs as his hands wrap around your neck.

He picked up his pace as he pump himself into you. “Fuck me just like that” you beg him. Yuta hiss as he pump faster. You both bounce on the bed. “You fucking like getting choked?” Yuta hiss.

You nodded as he tighten his grips. You hold onto his wrist while your eyes stare into his. “I fucking love it” you cried out. Yuta watches your eyes roll back. He ran his thumb over your clit. You moan louder and grip the sheet.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes” you breathe out.

Yuta leans into your ear “ I want you to ride me” He whispers. You felt his cock slip out as he lay on his back. You straddle over him and insert his cock inside of you.

You begin to grind on his cock, while watching Yuta underneath you. Yuta kept his hands on your hips, gripping them hard. You arch your back as you felt his cock hitting your spot. Yuta groans and begins to move your hips aggressively. “Fuck Yuta” You yelled and lean into his face. You rested your forehead on him as he rock your hips aggressively.

“You’re so deep” you cried. Yuta breathes heavily, you stop grinding on him when you felt your legs are giving out. Yuta slowed down but he grinds his hips slowly so you didn’t have to.

Yuta picks up his pace afterward. Yuta felt how deep he was and holds your hips again. You sit up and help him. You grind over his cock as it hit from walls to walls. “Fuck, I’m going to cum” You groan as Yuta rocks your hips faster. You shut your eyes as you felt came. Yuta slowed down to let you cum. Your body jerked as you felt heat gets sensitive. Yuta leans in to kiss you. You melt into his kiss as he lay you down back on the mattress.

“Turn around” He demanded. You lay on your front as Yuta slides your leg higher. He fixes himself in between your legs as he slips his cock back in. “You’re so tight baby” Yuta groan and thrusts himself faster.

You prop your elbow as you look back at him. Yuta hovers over your face as he grinds his hips into you. “You’re so pretty” He praises you again. He hold onto his arm which was prop next to you. “You feel so good Yuta” You moan. Yuta bit his lips as he lean to kiss you.

His hand finds its way around your neck again. He uses his other hand to slap your ass. “Fuck” you groan as he fuck you faster.

“Fuck, cum inside of me please” You beg him. Yuta groans and picks up his pace faster. You lay your face on the mattress as he holds your shoulders to pump himself.

“I’m going to cum” Yuta moaned. You clench your walls, “fuckk” Yuta groaned as he came inside of you. He slowed his pace as he fill your pussy with his cum. He slips his cock out as he watches the cum flow out of your home.

Yuta falls beside you. You open your eyes to see him breathing heavily, you chuckle and rest your hand on his chest. Yuta smiles and kisses your hand.

Throughout the whole summer, you and Yuta spend every day with each other. Going to nice places, eating dinner, enjoying food and fuck. The two of you got closer, you taught Yuta what it’s like to be an influencer. He’d take pictures of you sponsoring brands, you always treat Yuta lunch while he’s at work and he even met your best friend. The two of them became friends as well and she approve of him.

Summer had ended but the two of you still see each other. There’s no name to whatever you both are. You didn’t question it. Yuta would treat you like a boyfriend would do. He’d surprise you with flowers now and then but you told him to not spend his money on you but Yuta still does it anyways.

Today was a gloomy day and you also got an email back from the airlines you applied to at the beginning of summer. They accepted your application. Since you did pass their exam, they decided to let you not take the class again but do need you for the physical exam. You were excited to share this news with Yuta so you headed to his place.

You texted Yuta you were coming over but he wasn’t answering. When the taxi pull over at his house, you took out your umbrella and walk to his front gate. Since you knew his number after numerous times you’ve been over, the gate opens. While you were walking, you saw Yuta at the window. You smile but that smile left your eyes. You notice a woman wraps her arms around his waist.

Your heart sunk. You lost the grip of your umbrella as it fall to the ground. Within a second, you were drenched in the rain. It hurt you to see that just yesterday he took you out to dinner and made you feel loved. Today, another woman wrap her arm around his.

You couldn’t bear the sight and left his house. You walked in the rain. You went home that night and ignored all texts and calls from him.

You didn’t tell your best friend anything but she figured out what happened. She tried to be supportive and cheer you up. She made sure you eat and do some exercises.

3 months later.

You’re finally a flight attendant. You love the job and are happy you were out there. You’ve met new friends while working for your favorite airline.

Ever since that night, you’ve never spoken to Yuta. He figured out you didn’t want to talk to him so he stop trying.

Today you woke up early for your 8 AM job in Osaka. You had gotten ready and found your way to the airport. You met your coworkers and had some breakfast.

You all went over the paperwork to get to know all of the passengers. It’s what all flight attendants have to do before they start boarding the plane.

“Did you see? There’s this hot CEO on the plane” one of the first-class flight attendants said. Since you just started, you start at the economy. You’ll work your pay up every year.

You just listen to them talking but you stayed quiet. “I love your bracelet! Did your boyfriend give you that?” You look down at the dainty bracelet Yuta had bought you.

You couldn’t take it off. Even how hard you tried. You also didn’t want to cut it off. So it stayed with you ever since.

“Something like that” you smile, remembering. What a good summer it was. The girl smirked and nodded.

Soon all the flight attendants went to their location on the plane. The plane begins to fill up. It’s your first time going back to Japan after the summer you had with Yuta.

When you arrive in Osaka, you had to find the shuttle for the flight attendants. You were talking to some of your friends as you both walk through the airport. “Oh my god! He’s right there!” The same flight attendant shrieked. You all exchange a look and try to find him. Your eyes landed on Yuta.

That’s the person she was talking about. Your heart begin faster when his eyes landed on you.

“Oh my god, he’s looking at me!” She exclaims. You gulped the knot tying up in your throat. Yuta starts walking up to you. Even from the distance, you still can’t forget how handsome he was.

“He’s walking this way,” She said under her breath. Yuta was a few feet away. While your friends got distracted by him, you begin to walk back slowly and try to leave.

“Y/n!” Yuta's voice was loud and stern. You froze. You close your eyes and sigh. You slowly turn around to look at him.

Your friends were looking at you. “Can we talk please?” You notice Yuta is practically begging to talk to you. You look at your coworkers they nodded. You check the time and nod. “Fine,” You said quietly.

Yuta took you to the cafe inside the airport. You refused to leave and get stuck in a car with him. Neither you nor Yuta talk, your eyes wander around trying to avoid his eye contact. Yuta stared at you the whole time. He missed how you look. He’s glad you became a flight attendant, he did. He saw the gold bracelet he got you still wrapped around your wrist.

“How you been?” You decided to make conversation. Yuta smiles when he heard your voice.

“I’ve been well, I see you got the job!” He pointed at your uniform. You chuckle and nod. “I was going to tell you but…” you didn’t want to finish your answer.

“Y/n, I swear nothing happened between us two. I’m so sorry. She tried to kiss me but I stopped her because, because...” he didn't finish. You look at him, waiting for him to finish.

“Because I’m in love with you,” He said. The same heartbeat that used to beat when you’re around him, starts again.

“You look down at your hands. Yuta stands up and kneels in front of you, taking his hands to wrap around yours. You look at him as your eyes begin to fill with tears.

“It hurts” You whimper. Yuta hush you and pull you into his shoulder. You hold onto his suit as you cried on his shoulder. “I was hurt because I love you Yuta” You cried.

Yuta's heart sunk. He can hear the sadness in your voice. He squeezes you harder, “I’m sorry, y/n. I wish I could tell you before how much you meant to me” He said. You pull away from his grip.

“Are you single?” You wipe your tears. Yuta chuckles and nods. “I only save my heart for one special lady” He holds your hand.

“Who would that be?” You ask, knowing what the answer would be.

“You, y/n. You’re the person I love” he stroked your cheek. A smile creeps your lips. You grab his suit and pull him into you for a soft, sensual kiss.

You missed the way he tasted and his soft lips. You pull away and run your thumb over his lips. “I love you so much, Yuta” you whispered.

“I love you too” He pulls you in for another hug and kisses your temple.

“Only you” He whispered into your ear.

#kpop smut #nct #nct imagines #kpop au #yuta nct #yuta smut #nct yuta smut #nct smut #nct 127 au #nct 127 smut #nakamoto yuta smut #nakamoto yuta

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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years ago

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When I think about Simon and Baz and how they handle jealousy from the first two books to the final book the change is kind of radical.

For Baz he flirted with Agatha which was shady to do that to her but his intended victim here was Simon. He wanted Simon's negative attention if he couldn't have his positive attention. We know that for Baz the thing that drives him up the wall is not Simon's hatred, he fetishizes that. It's indifference. When Simon's breaking up with him it's Simon's unaffected air that made him crazy. His scheme was to deflect any suspicion that he liked Simon, while getting Simon's attention it was a good plot all things considered.

For Simon he went after Lamb and thought the worst of the guy and was ready to throw hands. Simon goes feral when jealous. The idea of anyone knowing Baz more than him, or loving Baz more than him drives him nuts. But ultimately both Baz and Simon for all the fuss they kick up still try to convince the other that they will be better off with the other person. Baz tells Simon to get back together with Agatha and Simon says Baz should stay with Lamb.

Both Baz and Simon when they were at the height of their jealousy they were not doing too well mentally either. So I want to talk about their jealousy when they are both a little more stable.

When Baz and Simon talk about exs during the rat hunting date they have a relatively calm talk about it. Baz asks for Simon's dating history and Simon asks about Bazs 'exes' he even says that he thought Baz mightve dated during the summer. Yes Simon has a realization that his relationship with Agatha was rife with hetero trauma but Baz was prepared for Simon to have said he had enjoyed being with Agatha and was legit surprised to learn that he was unhappy. When they talk about Lamb again Simon's grumpy but not enraged. He even tells Baz that he ultimately would have stepped aside if it was what Baz wanted. He also mentions later in the book that Baz is being ogled on the train and seems more smug about it, like yeah my mans so hot everyone wants to look at him, this is my life.

Baz when he watches Simon hang out with Agatha he sulks a bit but let's it go and accepts that yeah Simon and Agatha had this complicated past but it's over. He knows everything about it which for Baz knowledge gathering is his coping mechanism. He even knows that Smith seems attracted to Simon and just says yeah I know my bf is cute when he's all earnest I know, you may look but don't touch. He even jokes with Lady Ruth that Simon only believes Smith cause he thinks he's handsome.

Both of them are still unhinged towards each other like more than any other book. Like Simon wants to EAT Baz. But it feels like the jealousy Baz and Simon demonstrates in AWTWB felt more real and healthy than the weird, aggressive, manipulative jealousy of the past books cause in those books it wasn't JUST jealousy, it was self loathing and depression and insecurity. But in AWTWB they are both more secure and on a better place mentally, emotionally and romantically, so they can look at these things as less of a threat to their relationship and more as a source of exasperation, amusement and even pride.

#simon snow #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #baz pitch #simon and baz #rainbow rowell #carry on rainbow rowell #simon snow trilogy #snowbaz #meta #character study #healthy unhinged romance #all the feral none of the insecurity

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary: You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going. You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you. “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm. Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you. It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum. “You and Cal have fun tonight. I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself. Unsure of why you did it. But there was still a deep longing for your family. For your husband. You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son. I need to get him to my parents, and get ready. Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking. Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder. “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity. Nothing. You were a ghost online, but not TJ. TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should. TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender. “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this. Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone. “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically. “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try. I’m trying. Me and her have open dialogue. She can actually look at me again. She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you? Like you legit want to be with your wife? Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning? Want to clock out, and go home to her every night? Want to deal with the hard stuff? Want to see your son every day? Want to be there for her? And want to compromise and have another kid? This isn’t some conquest. This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you. But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away. You have to be there for her during the hard times. Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear. That woman is who you talk about things with. Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers. Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb. I am a dumb man. I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing. But she and my son are what I want. This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want. This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her. They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches. And now, I don’t get snacks. You messed up my snack time for me Jackson. I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters. With the little nuts, and jellies. It was like a charcuterie box. I’m going to tell her I want that. She’ll make me one. I haven’t pissed her off. So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep. They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy. You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back. “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out. Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me. You’re cockblocking me. Again. And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me. He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you. Waving his hand for you to come up there to him. “Oh!”

“See! Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more. “Not everyone you date has to be on that app. You can meet people out in real life. Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey. He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables. Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing. Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage. Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing. “She just got up there. He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body. You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere. Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini. “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack. You can’t stand not to snoop. And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be. She’s not on a date with this guy. She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes. TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another. “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today? Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ. “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed. She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is. Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man. I have a meeting with him on Monday. He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head. “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates. I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it. So he involves our son. She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out. Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack. Talk to her, dance with her, take her home. Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another. “They love each other. They know they love each other. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Doesn’t matter. She thinks he did. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt. She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’. That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina. But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad. She wants things to work. But she’s playing the game like Jack did. One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her. “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her. I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying. Your hand finding any excuse to touch him. “She’s had a few beers. And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it. Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up. “Have fun!”

“This is so fun. So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.

“Feel the beat. Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you. He was definitely feeling you. Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him. Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing. You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment. You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him. Even he gets into dancing. Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch. You close your eyes, and forget about the past. Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck. Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck. With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin. Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes. Your pupils a deep sea of lust. Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer. Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own. The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss. Granting his tongue access quickly. It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion. You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long. Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer. Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private. A heated moment between two old lovers. He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you. Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were. Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack. I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t. I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt. A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel. “We don’t even have to do anything. Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears. “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you. I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away. Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club. Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy. Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing. “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss. It felt like the beginning of our relationship again. Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know. She thinks that’s what it was. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch. It doesn’t always have to be sexual. But I know that’s what she thought it was. I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault. Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head. “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I? Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family. She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore. I just used her to get my dick wet. She was supposed to be my everything. I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital. My son was unconscious and my wife was alone. Scared about our son, and worried about where I was. And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too. I love her. And I hate that it took all of this to see that. But I felt it, and I know she did, too. I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched. She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years. It was just like old times sake. And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy. Because that’s how I made her feel. I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs. And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb. I wanna drink. I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow. You can have one more beer. You’re not drinking your sorrows away. You’re going to the movies. You will be Finn’s parents. Finn needs the both of you. Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum. “She can’t fake passion. I knew at the end it was just sex between us. That though…that kiss had sparks. Had desperation and need. Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him. Ass exposed as you bounce over him. “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin. You were just going through the motions. But he was enjoying himself. Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you. His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body. Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one. He was touching you in all the right places. Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth. Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor. You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again. If only for these precious few minutes.

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew. Didn’t even know his last name. But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed. Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out. You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.

And now here you were taking some man you just met. Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair. Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer. Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.

Now you just wanted to go to sleep. Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted. Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him. Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants. Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting. Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up. You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs. Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things. Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties. It was easier for yourself to admit that.

Jack terrified you. Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him. And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again. “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here. I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger. Mothers are usually pretty guarded. You protect yourself to protect your child. It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants. “I hope you find your happiness. Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek. You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right? Like you got a good fill? I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt. Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile. “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank? I clicked out of that picture so fast. I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips. You two sending nudes? Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber. “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Wrapping both your arms around his one. “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank. He’s never been married. He’s a professor. He wants kids. Knows that I have a kid. And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head. Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know? I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much. Frank I talk to. Frank I like. Frank I don’t want just sex with. But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work? No. That forcing bullshit never worked in the past. I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are. Integrate him more with Finn. Have your family dinner nights. Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else. But let things grow organically with Jack. He’s a good dad. He’s a great guy. He wasn’t the best husband. I love Jack. But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him. You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship. There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack. Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning. Two months. Pregnant. Three months. Married. You guys didn’t know how to take things slow. Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was. “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest. “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options. Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door. “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with. For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work. But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past. Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay? Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house. Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom. Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties. Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share. Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing. Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne. He is just there for you. Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies. TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound. He knew you were hurting and conflicted. So he was just there.

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