#“Yes we're doubling-down on the marriage implications”

[starcurtain]

Comparing Aventurine's "Keeping Up With Star Rail" to Mydei's is so funny because

Ratio: 🥺👉👈 D-Does he like me?

Meanwhile...

Phainon: I would like to confirm, for the public record, that Mydei and I fuck.

[idontactuallywherepjs]

i had thoughts (this is a future au sonic and shadow are like, 23 and 24 here tails is like 16)

Sonic and Shadow go on an adventure together. What happened isn't really important, just standard fair. The important bit is that it is just Sonic and Shadow, it takes about a week, and Tails doesn't know the details of the adventure, but isn't too worried. Sonic and Shadow could be together, or could be in the awkward phase of not together but not not together and aware of their feelings for each other, take your pick.

And during this adventure, Sonic learns that Shadow is essentially homeless and jobless. He then requests (forces) Shadow to start living with him and Tails. Shadow agrees (he had no choice).

So Shadow and Sonic disappear together for a week. Afterwards Shadow starts living with them. Sonic has had a crush on Shadow for years. Tails has heard about it non stop.

There is only one logical conclusion for Tails to come to.

They got married.

Tails is a bit miffed he wasn't invited, but it seems nobody was and Sonic's never really been one to plan things ahead so its mostly fine.

For the first week Tails is normal with Shadow (their relationship has progressed over the years, its no longer on sight more of mutual respect) but is a menace to Sonic in a way only little brothers can be.

Sonics worried that his little brother is mad he invited Shadow to stay, but relaxes as Tails calms down. Plus Tails wasn't upset with Shadow, and isn't hesitant to tell Sonic that he crossed a line when he does so it's probably fine.

Months go by, everything's fine, and something something Tails is talking to someone maybe? and he refers to Shadow as his brother in law.

Shadow does a double take.

What?

Shadow takes a moment to process that Tails' brother in law -> married to Tails' brother -> married to Sonic

And he like "Tails, Sonic and I aren't married"

And Tails is like "Yes you are"

"No?? We're not??"

"Yes you are. I'd know. I filed the paperwork"

Shadow has to do another double take.

WHAT??

He can barely begin to process the implications of all of this, so he focuses on a detail that is both concerning and doesn't lead to a big emotional conversation. He has to mentally prep for those.

"How'd you forge my signature?"

And Tails just kinda gives him a look like

Because Sonic's not a paperwork guy, and Shadow didn't do it, and because the two of them are the way they are, it probably didn't even occur to either of them that paperwork needed to be filed and it would just be faster if he took care of it.

And that's how most paperwork is for most of their friends, an afterthought if its a consideration at all. So Tails takes care of most of it. He enjoys it. Tails can do everyone's signature.

Amy is an exception, but he still double checks hers.

Of course he knows Shadows' signature. He put it in documentation before Shadow ever did.

Who do you think got Shadow citizenship? Not G.U.N. They would've put him under their jurisdiction. That's not freedom.

And of course he was the one to fill out the marriage certificate. It was the closest he was able to get to being there since it was so all of a sudden. It's why is rein of terror only lasted a week, not a month or so.

Tails is starting to think his brother in law is a bit of an idiot.

Shadow is still losing his mind. He didn't think he was married, but now he's not so sure. And that's scary, because if anyone should know that he's married, least of all to the guy he really really likes, it should be him.

Sonic has no idea this conversation has taken place.

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.12

Pt.11 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Chapter Warning: SMUT! Dom Jungkook <3

Recap: You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife..."You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks, "I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

When you look at the time on your phone, you're surprised to see it's already 2 in the morning. Time spent with him is fleeting and never enough...will it always feel this wonderful to love?

To love...? Is that what this is?

"I should probably get you back to the hotel now," Jungkook says, a soft smile on his face, "We have to be on a plane in...like 10 hours. You should sleep."

You sigh, "I should...but I'm not even tired yet." "Me either," He replies, stroking his chin as he drives in the direction of his hotel, lost in thought.

"Do you...want to just watch a movie and order some room service?" He asks; his tone is hesitant, and you know exactly why. You both know the implications of a wedding night. "You definitely don't have to say yes. I know that just because we're...married now, doesn't mean there should be any pressure to- to-" He's digging himself a hole and all you can do is laugh. "A movie sounds perfect," You assure him, patting his knee.

He seems to relax, a sheepish laugh escaping him, "Okay, great."

When you get to the hotel, you immediately beeline it for the elevator, not wanting to be bombarded by anyone who might recognize either of you, especially not after having seen all those paparazzi earlier.

"Ugh, this dress is so heavy," You groan, picking up the skirt. "I have some clothes put away that you can put on when we get up there, if you want." "Oh, that would be great."

He takes you to the same suite you'd...spent time together in last time. Once you get in, he goes to the bedroom for a moment and then comes back out with the clothes. "It's a tee-shirt and sweats. I also have some socks in the night stand," He says, handing it all to you.

"Thanks," You say, grabbing it and rushing past him into the bedroom to change, closing the double doors behind you. You take a moment to look in the big mirror, just analyzing yourself. While the dress wasn't what you originally wanted, it's still a beautiful gown and fits you so well. Of course, the bottom is already a bit dirty as you've had an eventful night. You don't even know what's going on with your hair- all out of place and deflated and nothing like during the ceremony. You decide to start there, taking the millions of bobby pins out and placing them all on the dresser, sighing in relief at the instant release of tension in your head.

"Now, this beast," You say, referring to the dress. You reach to the top of the dress, expecting to feel the zipper, but then you remember that it's all buttons along the back. "Dammit, how am I gonna do this?" You try and try to contort your body, but it's useless.

I'm gonna have to ask him to help me...

You give your reflection a glance and notice yourself blushing at the thought of asking him.

"It's fine, Y/n. He's literally your husband now. It's not like you're throwing yourself at him. It's just buttons," You whisper to yourself.

You position yourself in front of the double doors, taking a deep breath and trying to relax your face. Once you do, you "calmly" open the doors and walk out.

"Everything okay?" He asks when he realizes you're not dressed. "Yeah, uhm- I'm actually gonna need a little help with the buttons."

"Oh-" He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, though he instantly tries to hide it, "Of course. No problem."

"Thanks," You say, avoiding his eyes. He walks over and you turn around.

He sweeps your hair off of your neck and over your shoulder, his gentle touch sending goosebumps across your skin. Your eyes widen slightly, not having expected such a sensation. "Sorry, did it tickle?" He asks. "A-A little...it's okay."

He begins to undo the top button, then the next, then the next, swallowing hard once he reaches the band of your bra, "Uh- do you want me to do the rest? Or you got it?"

"I can't reach..." You say, not even making an attempt to do it yourself. Without another word, he undoes the buttons down the rest of your back, hesitating only slightly when he gets to the three left at the bottom. Your breathing is picking up, excitement building in you- though you don't dare show it.

One button. Your back dimples are on display for his hungry eyes. Two buttons. The waistband of your lacy underwear peeks out at him. Three buttons. He's able to see the way your ample backside swallows up the delicate lace thong.

You can feel his eyes on you and it's enough to dampen the little piece of fabric between your thighs. You want more.

"There..." He whispers, letting go of the fabric of your dress. You know what he's doing. If you want it, you'll have to ask for it.

You turn around to face him, eyes foxlike and full of lust as you drop your dress, fully exposing yourself, "Thanks."

His eyes are equally dark, the corners of his mouth turned upward. Truthfully, he's been wanting you since you left- but he's been thinking about this moment from the second he walked in on you crying earlier today. Something about the way your makeup ran down your face, lipstick ruined, doe eyes looking up at him as he towered over you-

It aroused something completely primal within him that made him so incredibly hard.

He walks backward and sits down on the couch- the one you both sat in last time for your first kiss. He leans backward, legs spread, one arm resting on the top of the backrest, the other resting on his groin. He's waiting for you to start the show you seem so eager to put on for him- and show, you will.

He has only a moment to admire the way your breasts look, all pushed up and perfectly round due to that pretty, white bra with lace detail, before you're reaching behind yourself to unclasp it. Your cleavage relaxes a bit due to the lack of tension, "You want me to take it off?" You ask, your previous shyness having dissipated completely.

"Do you want to?" He raises an eyebrow, his coy tone turning you on even more.

You don't break eye contact with him, just let the bra slide off of your arms and into the pool of white cloth already at your feet. You step out of the pile of clothing, letting your bare feet carry you the few steps of the way to him.

Now, you're the one towering over him, glorious boobs unhindered by any barrier. He finds himself licking his licks in anticipation. He could absolutely devour you.

He adjusts himself even more so that there's less tension on the crotch of his pants, his dick already wanting desperately to be released from its restraints.

You reach down and grab his hand, bringing it up to cup your breast, to which he responds by taking your nipple in between his fingers, "You are so fucking gorgeous," He praises.

You don't respond, just drop his hand and then proceed to climb onto him, each leg on either side of his. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of your panties.

"Mm..." He moans as you begin grinding down onto the mound- but you're not doing this for him. You're doing this for you. You've only ever had him once and have been longing for a second taste ever since.

"You wanna know a secret...?" You say softly, not stopping the motion of your hips against him. "Y-yeah." "All that time I was back home hating you..." You lean down and put your lips to his ear, "I was touching myself thinking about you."

His eyes widen, "You-" You don't wanna talk.

You crash your lips onto his, grinding down harder. He has his hands on your hips, guiding them forward and backward- but it's not enough. You need more.

"I wanna try something," You say, getting off of him. "O-okay," He nods breathlessly.

You take down your thong and toss it aside, now fully nude, and then carefully set yourself down on his thigh. "Fuck," You hiss, practically feeling your pupils dilate at the direct pressure. "How's that, beautiful?" He asks, studying the pleasure in your face.

Your mouth falls agape as you move forward, backward, forward, and backward. He can feel the spot on his thigh getting wetter and wetter, his cock wanting to spring forward.

He can't stand such a perfect sight, he leans forward and wraps one arm around your waste, the other reach down to help guide your pelvis, his mouth lowering to take your nipple between his teeth. "Ah....fuck," Your head falls back, your body anxiously striving for that orgasm, "Kook, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum soon," You hiss. "Cum on my leg, princess. Come on..." He coaxes, running his tongue on the circumference of your breast.

Your eyes roll back and soon, you're releasing yourself on his perfectly muscular thigh. "Ah!" You slump forward, your grinding slowing down significantly while you recover for a moment.

"I think you can give me more than that, can't you, Beautiful?" He whispers in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing on end as the next wave of arousal starts growing within you. "I can..." You pant, though you don't move. "Come on," He somehow manages to grab onto you and stand up, effortlessly picking you up as well, his strong legs carrying the both of you to the bedroom where he tosses you on the bed.

You land on your back, hair sprawled out against the crisp, white sheet, your legs bent together to cover your freshly wet pussy.

He puts his hands on your knees and pries them open, his eyes devouring the site of you before lowering himself down lick every drop of your cum up.

"You taste so fucking good," He moans into your heat, sending butterflies darting in all directions in your stomach.

He stands up again and proceeds to unbutton his pants and the hole in his boxers, grabbing his dick and pulling it out.

You're excited at the sight; there's something so exhileratingly vulnerable about the only one completely naked.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"Fuck me," You don't even hesitate. You want it. You want it again and again and again.

"Say it again," He hisses, taking his dick in his hands and tapping it against your delicate mound.

"Fuck me, please," You beg.

He seems satisfied enough, firmly pinching the lips of your perfectly puffy pussy and slowly guiding himself into you.

He goes slack jawed for a moment, just letting the overwhelming warmth consume him. The grooves inside you stroking his cock with every thrust- If it wasn't because he so desperately wants to savor this moment, he'd pump wildly into you until he's spilling every drop of seed inside of you.

"You're so fucking big," You whimper, still adjusting to his size- it's only your second time, afterall.

"No, you're just so fucking tight," He breathes out, delighting in the sound of his pelvis slapping against yours.

You try to reach down and rub your clit but he throws your hand off, "Allow me," He positions his hand so it's flat against your pussy, applying an unexpected- yet so welcomed- amount of pressure as he quickly rubs back and forth.

"That's so good, that's so good," You moan over and over, barely able to believe how quickly you're coming to your next climax. "Come on, baby. Give me another one. You can do it, come on princess," The gentleness in his voice juxtaposed with how fucking hard he's rubbing you- it's the perfect recipe to send you over the edge once more, "Oh God!" Your hips jut upwards, legs contorting involuntarily, your breathing so rapid that you think you might pass out.

Euphoria.

"J-Jungkook," You breathe, "Fuck, that was so good."

He leans forward to kiss you deeply, then pulls away only inches from your face, "You think you can give me just one more...?" He says, his voice dark and low.

You nod, a smile creeping up on your face at the idea of fucked to absolute shreds. Without another word, he quickly grabs hold of your waist and manages to flip you around so that you're on your stomach, "Get on your knees," He commands,

You muster up the strength to get on your hands and knees on the bed, though you still feel your arms wobble a bit. He runs one hand half way down your back and then pushes you down so that your torso is flat on the bed and your ass up in the air, "Just like that," He mutters.

You crane your neck too see behind you; the glorious view as he yanks the bow tie off of himself and undoes the first button on his dress shirt, it motivates you to stick that ass out just a little bit more.

He puts his hands on either sides of your hips, gripping on you firmly, "Ready, princess?" "Y-" You don't even finish your sentence before he's thrusting into you again, causing you to gasp.

Your eyes close as you relish the feeling of his cock engulfed in your walls. Your pussy's getting used to him finally, but the harsh sensation is still enough to make you grip the sheets.

"Mm," He moans, ramming into your backside, the red spot on your ass growing more and more angry- He loves the view.

He grabs one of your arms and holds it behind you, the tension just enough to restrict you without hurting you. The first time you made love, it was tender and sweet- this time, you're both ravaging one another like hungry wolves- "Fuck," You whine.

"Touch yourself, princess. Come on, give me one more."

You don't hesitate to obey, reaching your free arm down between your legs; you're still so sensitive from your last round, you're not sure if you can finish this time. "Here, let me," He says, noticing your struggle.

There's something about Jungkook's touch; in a matter of seconds, between fucking you and rubbing your swollen clit, he's found the perfect rhythm. "Come on, baby," He says through his teeth, sounding just as close as you are.

This last orgasm- goodness, it's different. It's stronger- like a mix of cumming and simultaneously needing to pee; "Jungkook, I- I think I'm gonna pee," You warn, though you really don't want him to stop.

Without acknowledging what you're saying, he rubs harder and faster, followed by rapid thrusts, "Fuuuuuuck," You whimper, finally feeling it all flow out- clear fluid bursts out of your pussy and Jungkook pulls out of you to watch it all, stroking his cock to the sight until he is also bursting with cum, a few drops landing on your ass and some on the floor, his head falls back as his stroking slows, though he quickly recovers and gets on his knees to lap up all the wetness from your pussy, dragging his tongue along your freshly fucked hole.

Jungkook is a fucking freak.

You collapse onto the bed, heaving with exhaustion and a surge of dopamine/endorphins/ketamine/heroin- whatever the fuck your body releases after a good lay.

He stays on his knees, though he slumps backward a bit, a big smile on his face as he pants heavily, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes, turning over so you're on your back. "I'm serious," He says, struggling slightly to get up, though when he does, he walks over to the bathroom and then comes back with two towels in hand.

He walks over to the end of the bed, tosses one of the towels next to you on the bed, and then opens your legs just as he did earlier, but this time he's gentle again. He dabs at your pretty pussy, cleaning every visible inch. He then takes another part of the towel to clean off his dick before tossing it to the side on the floor somewhere out of view. "Scoot up a little bit," He says, gently patting your outer thigh. You scoot up and he carefully lays the other towel flat on the bed, "There." He comes around to the side of the bed so he can jump in with you, not bothering to cover up with a sheet or anything, as you're both still sweaty and hot as hell.

"You're really sweet..." You smile. "Aren't I?" He says smugly, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair to the side. "And so humble," You add sarcastically, making him laugh. His smile fades a bit and he just looks at you for a moment before saying, "I won't wake up to an empty bed tomorrow morning, right?"

You shake your head, "Never again."

His smile returns and he leans in to give you one more kiss before settling in next to you and, Before you know it, you're both drifting off to sleep.

Sorry this one took me a while to upload! Lemme know what you think about the spice >:)

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