#(so he gave me the real one which was not filthy or love confessing)

[eggs-love-loki]

It’s the worst when I know we have a gap between sessions because I feel like it makes my brain more fixated on dnd

[eww-y-tho]

But the way Cas' relationship with the other angels is so homophobic racist conservative christian family coded.

With how long this fandom has been standing, I know I'm just saying something this fandom been knew. I just needed to get my thoughts out before I exploded. Hopefully, it's a good read anyway, though.

ALLUSIONS AND REFERENCES TO LOBOTOMIZATIONS AND CONVERSION CAMPS W/ NAOMI IS A GOOD START.

"The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost!"

Ever since Cas met you, he's gone against us, which is your fault for exposing him to that idea. Putting the blame on the other party for your family member's queerness, talking away their responsibility AND autonomy on those decisions.

(I'm not even gonna talk about the connotations underneath "touch.")

"Too much heart was always Castiel's problem."

Castiel was always off compared to other angels, more empathetic to humans, which only got stronger when meeting Dean because of the applied context of his love confession in 15x18. aka queer af.

(There are so many lines that follow/support the gay/queer interpretation, "spanner in the works," "love of humanity," etc. etc. etc; he's always seen as someone who doesn't fill the mold in a suspiciously rainbow-y way.)

"Who are you gonna believe? Your brother? Or this filthy ape?"

Ishim is probably the best example for the most overt racism, but most of the angels have exhibited some level of disdain, consider humans impure/lesser beings with microaggressions, or even just straight up racist terminology toward humans or other such kinds of discrimination and that's just real now. While this could also be read as homophobic, I think it's more applicable to racist ideation.

(The thing is, I can let Cas of the hook because it's conditioning that he grows out of, but it's clear this is a generally baked-in, cultural aspect to the behavior of angels. This quote also fits in with my next point!)

"It's us, or them," "We gave you our trust. Don't lose it over one man," "You draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?" etc. etc. etc.

Hammering home the concept that is Cas' driving plot of the series; where do his loyalties lie, and more importantly, that they are mutually exclusive. Because of the inherent nature of their groups, he has to pick one or the other. Angels constantly give him a choice, which is a rather passive aggressive tactic.

If the angels just changed their opinions, the Winchesters would gladly allow more angels in their group, but they chose to have this worldview and then demand that Cas follow it to be accepted in their society. You know what that sounds like?

Talk to me once you get over this gay phase. I'll wait.

"Lost," "pathetically weak," "human weakness," etc. etc. etc.

A general association between Cas' love for Dean as weakness/an obstacle to have to overcome. There are many lines that denote their relation under these terms, which indicates that they believe that Cas' love for Dean is actually damaging, which lines up uncomfortably well with Christian values of how being queer is seen as a sin, weakness if you will, getting lost and helping you find your way

(Which also ties into the conversion camp/lobotomy thing.)

And there is one aspect to this, which I think is the most fascinating, but is definitely not the only one left, I'm just kind of blanking right now.

Samandriel spitting just before his other line.

"There are some in heaven who still believe despite his... Mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place."

Indicating a sympathy we rarely see. As in, family who aren't completely against a queer family member.

That hate the sin, not the sinner,

and don't think it's reflective of his character, and are just "mistakes."

The emotional strain it causes Cas is palpable. You can see how this scrutiny affects him on a deeply personal way that I relate to on a deeper level than any other character as a person living under similar circumstances, and I think a lot of people share this sentiment, which is why it almost feels TOO on the nose sometimes.

Mayhaps...... Intentional.

ANYWAY,

Of course, context is vital for these scenes, and Cas has done some pretty awful things to the angels in the past, but the way these scenes are framed/phrased can be EASILY read this way. It lines up startling well.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[ashiristic]

Snippet #11

The hero has a crush on the villain. And his sidekick is there to listen to him. Will the hero at least have a little hope about the villain, loving him?

CW: Cursing.

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"I think he looks cute…" the hero said, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He raised his spoon slightly, trying to find a word to say, then settled his right foot up on the coffee table. The sidekick gave a long side glance before looking at her computer again, completely done about the hero's denials.

"Just say that you like him. It wouldn't hurt, to be honest." She said, clicking the print button on the computer. The printing machine began bleeping and published several important documents for her report tonight.

He hummed, twisting the swivel chair he was sitting on from left to right. He tilts his head to the left, thinking, as the spoon brushes his skin. The sidekick stood up from her skin, striding towards the hero before pulling his ears. Loud ouch, the hiss of pain, and several apologies filled the office that the workers outside might've heard them despite the room being soundproof.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" the hero yelled, dropping the spoon on the ground, but holding the tub of ice cream tightly as if it was his life support. "I did nothing wrong! Let go of me, you vile witch! I hate you so much that one day, I promise, I'll put white powder all over your face!"

"Stop exaggerating, idiot. Superhero has already told you twice to not put your filthy leg on the coffee table." She rolled her eyes, finally letting go of the hero's reddened ears. The hero ran to a mirror, examining how red his ear was before hissing. "Don't give me that look in the mirror, at least I can confess to the henchman than your apologetic ass."

"Damn you," the hero lifted his hand, not even fighting the facts she spitted on his face. He settled down on the black leathered couch, propping his elbow to the armrest, and scratching his scalp. The sidekick grabs the edge of the swivel chair behind the wooden coffee table, then sits on it, crossing her legs. Almost trying to assert dominance, which she adorably failed.

"So the villain…" she said, trailing her gaze down in each body movement the hero does. Flashing a toothy grin when the hero flinches at the mention of his name. "You do like the villain,"

"Oh dear, I don't have a crush on him–"

"Sixteenth time this week, including fighting and flirting with your scoundrel crush, yes." She is so useful with teasing or bullying the hero, but useless whenever the henchman is there to stop her. God, he loves (platonically) and hates her at the same time. What did he even do to deserve someone like her?

Probably failed to save a kitten, but why this kind of punishment?

"You like him, don't you?"

"I don't. I hate him so much that I want to put his head underwater and drown him." The hero said, leaning against the back of the couch. This is how much he hates the villain. But the real question is; would he do it? The supervillain once gave a long monologue about how he saved the villain from a gang. The child's determination touched him and those flaring fires inside his eyes made him remember himself when he was only a young kid.

Long story short, he became the supervillain's son.

The sidekick crossed her arms, smirking like she found the answer to the universe. "You do like—no, love him." She grinned.

The hero's heart races upon hearing those words. You love him. It makes little sense, but why does it feel right? It sounds nice to hear, love the villain. The warm feeling inside his chest coiled up like a bunch of butterflies fluttering freely in the wind. He set his hand on his heart. His heart continued thumping inside, screaming, and telling him the truth. He does like the villain, but would he call it love?

He is the villain, and the hero is the hero. He is the justice while the villain is the chaos. They are on the opposite side of morality. Against each other, never mixing or giving the hero hope for them to be together. That mere thought sent waves of frustration deep into the hero's heart, his fist clenching as he shook his head. It isn't right.

The villain does not like him… Words echoed in his mind, swirling like a maelstrom full of chaos and confusion. Despite the flirty banters and compliments, all of it confuses the hero. Those are the only reasons the hero loves the villain. It is because of his words. The words that the hero wants to listen to every day are near his ears, beside him, and against his lips.

The sidekick noticed his eyes were deep in a trance, almost out of this world as he wandered down to his mind. She snapped her fingers three times before yelling his name. "Hero!"

He flinched, turmoil displayed all over his face like paint. "I don't like him." He firmly whispered, as if trying to persuade himself of a lie.

"It is up to you though…" she said, standing up and patting the hero on the back. "Your head or your heart? Regret or happiness? We won't know if you don't ask." She strides toward the door, holding the handle, but the hero stops her. Squeezing her hand, looking at her hopefully in the eye.

"Do you think… he'll love me?"

[poppyseed799]

Okay fellow 3rd life fans I think it’s time I come clean. I have been silent about this the entire time, thinking about staying quiet cuz it seemed the whole fandom disagrees with what I’m about to say but I will stay silent no longer.

I don’t get why people say the Desert was “clearly the bad guys”.

Let’s get this out of the way: I mainly watched Scar’s POV along with Grian’s. I watched a fair amount of Martyn’s episodes as well, a couple from Scott and then random episodes from Skizz, Cleo, Impulse, Jimmy, and probably more. Definitely plot important ones I watched from more POVs than just my main guys Scar and Grian.

I just don’t get why, when people look at all of the different factions, they look at the Desert and go “yes they are clearly in the wrong and the only ones I can easily label as the villains in the overall story” what??? Don’t even get me started on “it’s interesting that the villains won in 3rd life” what??? I always viewed them as the more innocent ones, although the story is very morally grey so it doesn’t say TOO much lmao.

So let me explain why! Well, honestly, I’m more confused as to why y’all say they’re so obviously the villains, so I’m just explaining why I’m confused here lol.

So first of all let’s get the scamming and monopolies out of the way. I have less to say about the monopoly so let’s start with that. THEY NEVER HAD A MONOPOLY… if the idea of making a monopoly is bad enough for you guys, then might I remind y’all of the cow monopoly that was attempted? Everyone was looking for ways to make business… and a SAND monopoly was CLEARLY doomed to fail!! Not to bring Dream SMP into this but if y’all are gonna say OG L’Manberg was innocent because they didn’t succeed in the potion monopoly at all then let’s have that same energy for the Sand People!!!

Now for the scams. “Oooh poppy how are you gonna defend the scamming” BECAUSE IT WASN’T SCAMMING??? Scar made it clear what he wanted and what the person would receive in return. They were told they were going to receive a piece of paper and they agreed to it! Don’t listen to Grian “don’t listen to Scar it’s a scam the papers don’t mean anything” because he was LYING. Not purposely, but he was lying. Scar NEVER said “hey Grian let’s scam people with fRiEnDsHiP” instead he always told Grian that it WAS real and that he WOULD go through with all of the papers. And he did! There were a couple of mishaps but obviously it’s really difficult to control every situation. Plus Scar had a hard time remembering all of the friendship passes lmao. But he really did try, he really did value these trades, it wasn’t scamming just because Grian thought there was no way it was worth it.

The only Scar hater I stan is Skizzleman he had all right to be mad at Scar but that doesn’t mean Scar was the enemy of the whole story lol

Now onto something that I don’t know how to start explaining but is a very big reason why I’m confused about the fandom calling the Desert the bad guys. NOBODY IN THE SMP TOOK THEM SERIOUSLY. I saw SO many posts about how “Scar and Grian seem like fun guys in THEIR POV but in others POV they’re really scary!” Like no? I always thought it was the opposite. Like watching Scar’s POV I was like “ah man they have to kill people cuz red life this is so dramatic they are feared by the server…” BUT THEN I WATCH SOMEONE ELSE’S POV AND THEY LITERALLY SAY STUFF LIKE “lol we don’t have to worry about Scar” “dang all those people just exploded. Anyways Scar is the weakest red life and we have nothing to worry about when it comes to him it’s all the other red lifers that are a problem” “lol there goes those idiots trying to make a monopoly on sand so silly” and I’m like. Oh. The entire server treats them like silly cartoon villains that never achieve anything. And yes they say these things WHILE hunting the Desert People down like what. Basically the server treating the villainous things the Desert did as not very serious made me think the same, which is why I’m so confused that people think they’re the Big Bad Guys.

ANOTHER THING relating to how the server treats the Desert: alliances!! The Desert was very loyal. Scott and Jimmy trusted the Desert, which shocked many people on the server but were they wrong? No! The Desert trusted the Hobbits back fully as well. They were the only alliance they fully trusted, but they didn’t go behind their other allies’ backs just cuz they weren’t so sure about the alliance. Sure there were comments about Impulse, but that idea was fed to them by Impulse’s allies, they had no other information. And yet they STILL gave him stuff and didn’t flinch when alone with him above Dogwarts, because even with him being suspicious he was still their ally and they are loyal as heck!!! Sure there was Impulse’s demise but like. That was endgame, everyone was looking for a reason to kill someone, and the Desert was told that Impulse was sus af and his own allies didn’t trust him so it was an easy pick. Bdubs coulda said no. And yeah Scar betrayed Bdubs in the end but like. Once again, endgame, and also it was “kill the person who stuck with you since the beginning” or “kill the person who is only on your side cuz you gave him a clock a while ago and lied to you about liking watches”. What do you expect? Plus the ending showed how loyal Scar was to Grian, the guy who owed him his first life and stuck with him till the end. Beautiful.

ANYWAYS EVEN MEMBERS OF DOGWARTS WERE LIKE “I have a hard time killing Scar because he hasn’t really wronged me personally in any way, he’s fairly reliable as well” LIKE… bro they were ENEMIES. Scar also didn’t really want to hurt them!!! Also can I just say that the only reason Scar was as bad as he was was because he was the first person to go red? Red lifers are supposed to be like the villains, so I don’t disagree with people saying that at FIRST Scar was a villain cuz he was red (although wtf were some of these guys up to using excuses to kill people while green (not talking about Grian)) but he wasn’t even that bad while he was red. He was just the worst by default since he was red lol. Which was entirely not his fault, and he only wanted to kill Ren pretty much lol. So I guess Scar being the villain depends on if you consider Ren to be the main character of the entire server.

Which is another thing I don’t get… why people see Dogwarts as the good guys. There was a CLEAR corruption arc people. Dogwarts had loyalty, but it was very ride or die, as in “if you don’t ride with us you will die”. You watch these guys call everyone (not just the desert people) “filthy peasants” and not realize they are acting like villains??? Plus the ominous “red winter is coming” like what. Not saying they weren’t good at the start, nor that they were completely and totally bad, just that if you were to frame ANYONE in this MORALLY GREY SERVER as “The Bad Guys” why not the ones that made it their entire thing????? YES they were good at first, they had regrets and cared so much about their people (just not anyone else lololol). It’s a tragic story, and you’re gonna write it off like “no even when they started doing bad things to people who never hurt them it was justified” even when they regret those things towards the end or after death so clearly it was wrong??? Guys.

I don’t want to call anyone the Bad Guys in 3rd life tho. They all did bad things, they all had valid reasons, they all had people they cared about. I just don’t get why people pick the Desert when they try to pick villains. They weren’t totally innocent but I never saw them as THE villains. For me, even while watching Martyn, that was always Dogwarts, and even then I don’t consider them Total Villains because the server is so grey! I loved them I just think that if anyone is the bad guys maybe it’s the self-imposed king that threatens to take ALL of your lives if you don’t show complete and total loyalty to them and wave their banner above your house to show it. Even if that king started out innocent and only went red to protect his friends. Once again tho I don’t like picking Bad Guys for this server. It was a very good story without having a clear right or wrong.

Just wanted to confess that, don’t really feel like arguing about it cuz I see enough people calling the Desert the Villains just scrolling thru the main tag lmao.

[jarofstyles]

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Y/N was just an average girl. 

Though some could say she tread on the nerdier side of things, she was neither here nor there as far as social groups at school. No one really bullied her, she sort of just kept to herself and did her work and that was all she needed to get by. Her parents were middle class, working average jobs, and Y/N would likely follow suit. She really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do just yet. Everything was fine in her life, except for the fact that her boyfriend of three years refused to touch her. It was a shame really. She had grown a really strong attachment to him and they used to hang out all the time, but as they got older it seemed like he wanted less and less to do with her. His status as student body president definitely helped her out and well... Everyone had a crush on Timothée. She really wanted to explore with him, wanted to pleasure him and vice versa, bond in a way so many others described. But she just boiled it down to her not being sexy enough for him. She saw the browser history on his computer when he left it out in his bed while showering. He didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N, couldn’t say she didn’t have fantasies about one particular bad boy. Harry. 

Harry was in fact, that skater boy. That one guy that rode his board out of school— until he had gotten his car. He still rode it around the school campus, not at all hiding it. Even at the age of 17, he had gotten tattoos. His parents were wicked cool. They didn’t mind him doing whatever as long as he did well in school, and attended functions like family parties and whatever. They were close, anyways. His father was a well known quantum physicist and his mum, a romance novel author. His group of friends called his home their main hang out area. He had a good head on his shoulder despite what his look may say. He knew people would definitely be judging him and truth be told, he didn’t much care. He was more into what he was working towards versus what high school champs had to say. 

Harry was intrigued when Mr. Beck partnered him with Y/N for a science project, though. She was a very good girl. Known for good grades and dating that class president dude, Timothée. He was pretty sure the dude was 100% gay or at least bi based on the subtle flirting he had initiated with Harry until a few years back when he decided to date Y/N. In his opinion, it was a waste because whenever he saw them, there was no passion. Y/N was hot as fuck— you’d have to be blind to not see it. But he didn’t know what went on behind the scenes. He wasn’t close with her but she seemed chill enough, so he didn’t mind when she was partnered with him. 

“Hey. Come in.” He said politely as he answered the door for Y/N, holding it open and taking her bag. He could hear the little jingle of bells on collars and realized he hadn’t warned her. “Uh— we have a bunch of cats. Is that cool? Or do we need to leave? Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you were allergic or something.”

“Hi.” Y/N squeaked out, taking a step inside and thanking him for taking her bag. His house was massive! You’d never be able to tell he had a house like this just by looking at him, but the address clearly stated it was his so she didn’t bother leaving and looking for another. The first thing she noticed besides the beautiful interior of the house was the sound of little bells. Y/N turned her head to see about four cats coming towards her and her heart melted. “Oh my goodness! I didn’t know you had kitties!” She quickly dropped down to her knees to greet them, “hi little angels!” She cooed, sticking her hand out for each of them to have a sniff and see if they liked her or not before she went to pet them. She looked up at Harry with a bright smile, “Sorry, my parents never let me have pets after my bunny died in 4th grade because they didn’t want me to go through that emotional trauma again.” She knew it was a bit of an overshare, but that’s just the kind of person she was. Harry looked extremely attractive from this angle, ideas swirling around in her mind about all the things she could do with him. Y/N stood up again, fixing her little overalls before pulling off her shoes and leaving them by the door. She didn’t want to get a nice house like this all messy. She walked up to Harry again, expecting him to lead her towards his room or wherever they wanted to work.

Harry was impressed. All the cats seemed to like her, including Grumpy. He was named that for a reason. His smush face and grumpy look were warnings for how he really didn’t like anyone but Harry and his parents. But he was rubbing against Y/N’s hand and then her leg with a purr. 

“Oh. I’m sorry about your rabbit. It always sucks when they die.” Harry said softly. He wasn’t sure why she told him, but it did make him sad to hear it. He lost a cat a few months back and it did hurt. There was definite emotional trauma in it. “They like you. That’s cool. They’ll probably follow us up. Are you cool with going to my room? That’s where my computer is.” He hadn’t brought it down but his room was his preferred study space. He also didn’t want her to think he was some creep so gave her the option, which she nodded to. “It’s at the top, the attic space so prepare for some steps.” He said sheepishly, picking up her bag again so he could carry it up. “Oof. Are there bricks in ‘ere?” He was teasing.

“I don’t mind.” Y/N felt good about the fact that his cats liked her, she was rather fond of them already so she didn’t mind them coming upstairs with them. She felt herself get all nervous because well... she would be going to Harry’s room. He probably had no idea about the filthy thoughts she had about him, even just watching him walk up the stairs was hot. “No! Just my laptop and notebook... maybe a pencil case... and a water bottle.” Y/N defended, feeling her face get all blushy because she did realize there was quite a lot of stuff in her bag. However, walking up the stairs wasn’t all too difficult. They were perfectly spaced out which was nice, all of the decor in the house was beautiful but still very cozy. The house was definitely lived in. 

His room though? Goodness. 

“Wow...” Y/N mumbled as she stepped up inside. It was amazing. The walls were white but he had a theme of wood and navy, some vintage looking items here and there. Overall she noticed his little reading nook and what seemed to be an astronomy section with bean bags and a telescope. He even had a mini fridge in there and a cupboard... even a microwave! It was a whole little man cave. 

“Yeah, s’nice. It’s my own little place.” He smiled at her reaction, putting her bag down on his bed as he grabbed his laptop and unplugged it from the charger. “Want a water?” He didn’t listen for an answer, rather grabbed her one and handed it to her. His mum had raised him to always give company a drink. “We can work on my bed. The cats will probably come in here and pretend they aren’t looking for attention when they are.” He smirked, going over to his bed and sitting against the headboard like area. She looked shy so he tilted his head, patting the blanket. “C’mon then. Don’t be shy. This isn’t your first time in a boys room, is it?” He couldn’t imagine that Timothée was dating a hot bitch like Y/N and not be tapping it. If she didn’t have a boyfriend he would be trying to get her to know better because she really was gorgeous. But they’d been dating too long and Y/N probably wouldn’t go for that.

Y/N knew that her blush gave away her answer as she went to sit on his bed, not quite next to him though. She was a bit too nervous for that. In her mind she was already sitting on Harry’s lap with his hands gripping at her ass, his perfectly plump lips slotted between her own. Y/N shook her own thoughts out of her head but felt like she needed to answer his question. 

“Maybe it is...” She mumbled, pulling her laptop out of her bag and turning it on. It suddenly got very hot in his room and not just because they were in the attic. Y/N was burning up, his eyes were very obviously on her and she knew he’d ask and she’d definitely confess to him. She’d do anything Harry wanted her to do really, fuck. She just wanted to be touched. Seeing the look of shock and confusion prompted her to explain further despite how anxiety provoking it might have been. “Timmy and I don’t—” Y/N started, looking away feeling all embarrassed. “He won’t...” She couldn’t even say it, she was just that shy and embarrassed.

Oh. Wow. He didn’t.... he didn’t fuck her? Harry thought.

“You’re kidding?” He raised a brow. He understood what she meant. It went from zero to a hundred real quickly but he couldn’t say he was angry about it. He just didn’t understand why. 

Y/N’s face grew incredibly hot, looking up at Harry with a serious but semi spooked expression when he asked if she was kidding. She absolutely wasn’t kidding. If she was kidding she wouldn’t be so damn horny and ravenous. She felt like she could burst all the time, touch starved beyond belief. Sure, he’d kiss her, but never anything too passionate. It would always make him uncomfortable the second they got too hot. 

“How come you’re tellin’ me this? I mean... it’s fine you do, I won’t say shit but, we barely know each other.” He questioned, putting an arm behind his head as he looked expectantly at her for an answer. She was hot. Sexy as fuck, had that innocent good girl appeal and he loved that shit, personally. Timmy. God, the least sexy name to moan in bed. Really. He could only think about the fairy godparents cartoon. Ick. He was surprised though. “You’ve been dating for years, haven’t you?” It definitely wasn’t a Y/N problem. She was blurting things out so if she wanted to, she would have told him.

Y/N’s mouth went dry because well, she had an answer for him, she just wasn’t sure how he’d react. “cause... I know you enough to know you make me really nervous, especially right now.” Y/N was really bad at being sexy, her delivery and flirting was horrible but she hoped he picked up what she was putting down. “Yeah... we’ve been together for three years.” Y/N explained, letting out a deep breath. “It wasn’t so bad at first, but I just—” She was horny. She was so fucking horny it was ridiculous. She’d probably moan if they held hands at this point. “I’ve tried, but he’s not into it I guess.”

Harry could tell she was horny. He could feel it. He just knew. Looking at her, she was a bit antsy. Not able to sit still but most importantly, squeezing her thighs together. No way. She was horny and maybe partly because of him? 

“Not into it? That’s some bullshit.” Harry scoffed. “Not to be weird, but you’re hot as fuck. If he’s not into it he might be gay or is just blind.” He didn’t want to offend her but he had a feeling it was the first. Either way, there had to be a reason for him not wanting to eat the girl alive. Harry had definitely noticed Y/N before. She was cute, kind, had his favorite type of body, and had pretty, full lips. Also, a very cute laugh. She was innocent and he liked that type of vibe. Maybe it was a bit fucked to be aroused by that but hey, he was a teenage boy as well. “Don’t have to be nervous, babe. I don’t bite. Unless asked.” He gave her another smirk. Her blush was cute and her flush reminded him again at how easy it was to work her up. They’d begun working but Harry still had a question of two, and he could feel her hormones— he swore he could. The poor thing. 

Well. There it goes. 

The guy Y/N had been having sexual fantasies about for years calling her hot? Of course she wouldn’t be able to calm down now. Her face hadn’t cooled off, he didn’t really give her a chance to either. She just pulled her hair up into a bun but it didn’t help. Poor girl, you could see it on her neck too. She was just nervous and embarrassed and horny. So so horny. Timmy being gay though? It could be a solid explanation for why he didn’t want to touch her. It’s not like he looked at other girls, he always called her pretty and complimented her looks. Was always okay with cuddling and other platonic stuff.. maybe the kissing was just him trying to make it seem believable. Harry was always around though, sometimes she’d just imagine it was his hair she was carding through, that it was his jaw she was cupping instead of Timmy’s. She loved Timmy, she did, but she wasn’t sexually attracted to him. She tried to be, wanted to be, if he reciprocated maybe she would be? But even having Harry next to her was turning her on. Even hearing him say he didn’t bite unless asked? She could have died, swore she let out a whimper when she shifted. 

“Has he touched you at all?” Harry questioned.

“No, just kissed but like.. nothing crazy.”

“Seriously? He’s holdin’  out on you like that? That’s not fair.” Harry muttered. Fucking crazy. The fact that the guy got one of the hottest girls in school and refused to do anything with her when it was blatantly obvious that she needed a good dicking, more than anything? Negligent, at best. “You said you tried and he’s not into it... what did you try? Was it something weird or just asking?” He was trying to figure this out. “You don’t have to tell me and it’s none of my business but, m’just curious.” He was curious if she was hinting towards Harry taking care of it. Which he would happily do. The poor thing looked like she needed an orgasm more than anything else. He wouldn’t be opposed to a good make out session and finger fuck.

Y/N was surprised by how genuinely shocked he was that nothing was happening between her and Timmy. It made those butterflies spring up in her stomach and go haywire, his tone was suggesting he was curious which was good of course. If he thought she was attractive then... surely she wasn’t the problem. 

“I um...” Y/N was so nervous talking about this stuff, it really wasn’t like her at all. Hearing her say these things out loud made her physically cringe but he did ask. He couldn’t read her mind, could he? “Anytime I’d try to like... grind on him when we kiss and stuff, he’d just stop it.” She explained, feeling her cheeks get all boiling hot again. She regretted wearing a sweater. “I haven’t brought it up to him or anything cause I don’t want him to feel bad.” Y/N was still a sweetheart, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel inadequate. She’d been with him for three years, that was quite the long time.

“Jesus. That is either some good control or he can’t get hard. If he can’t, he's definitely not straight, babe.” Harry could be positive about that. Any straight man would be like an eager puppy to get between her legs. Harry included, if that was offered up. “M’sorry. That sucks. So you’ve been sexually frustrated for 3 years then?” He shook his head. “Not to be a dick, but how come you haven’t broken up with him yet? He isn’t meeting your needs. Any good man takes care of their girl. It’s just... how it should be.” Harry couldn’t believe this. “Trust me, you’re hot as fuck. Again, sorry if this is crude but— you’ve got the perfect thighs and probably a gorgeous pussy. Can’t imagine a man not wanting to get his mouth or hands on it. Or your tits. M’sure you’re told that often.” Maybe his vulgar speech would deter her but he had a feeling she would love it.

If someone told Y/N she’d be sitting on a bed with her crush while he told her that she had great thighs, tits, and assumed she had a gorgeous pussy, she would have laughed in their face. Harry looked completely serious too, his own eyes had grown dark and Y/N just felt stuck in shock. 

“Yeah..” She squeaked, swallowing thickly as she tried to focus back on the project but she was just staring at the screen. “He’s my best friend.. I care about him and he’s been there for me through a lot I— I couldn’t just do that.” She didn’t have the heart to break up with him. She needed a proper reason, just so she could feel guilt free. Y/N couldn’t just ask him to help her out could she? He had expressed to her how he felt like any good man took care of their girl's needs and well... she wasn’t his girl but oh did she want to be. As far as Y/N knew, he had slept around quite a lot. He thought she was attractive but he probably thought many girls were attractive. Maybe he’d just fuck anything? 

But she’d been thinking about him for so long.

Harry knew that she was avoiding looking at him because she was aroused by his words. She liked what he had to say and how he said it. It was obvious by her reaction. Which did make him smile a bit. She was flushed and biting her lower lip and he wanted to see just how flustered he could get her. 

“I get that. But how great is he if he’s not taking care of a need you obviously are being deprived of.” Harry muttered. Little French shit. He could fight him for that alone. “Are you horny, Y/N?” He asked. His body shifted so he was properly facing her, closer than before.

She really thought she’d be able to hold it together, but when he asked her flat out if she was horny she knew she couldn’t lie anymore. Y/N has fully shown up to do work and now it was looking like she was going to get an orgasm too? That seemed fake, there’s no way. But he had shifted a bit closer to her, completely forgetting about his laptop. Her eyes snapped to look up at him, swallowing thickly before looking back at her laptop. 

“Maybe.” She offered up shyly. She kept glancing up at him and looking away. She was just that nervous. Y/N couldn’t even pretend she felt bad for liking it either. It wasn’t like she hadn’t given Timmy an option, she was positive he probably would be upset... maybe he would be, but— she couldn’t pass this up, she’d been thinking about it for so long.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” Harry couldn’t pass this opportunity up either. Especially because it was a dream. Y/N was exactly his type and he liked her energy. She wasn’t being treated properly by her boyfriend and that wasn’t okay in his book. He knew she would say yes but the whimper made his stomach clench. She was desperate for it. The look on her eyes showed it. His hand came up to feel her face, immediately feeling her cheek lean into his touch. 

“Poor girl. Have been left to fend for yourself for a while. S’not fair to you. Not at all.” He sighed, truly in awe of how any man could let a wet cunt and a woman eager to use it up. “What would you like me to do?” He wanted to coax something out of her. “How worked up are you?”

Y/N’s heart dropped so far it probably fell out of her ass. Hearing him offer to take care of her sent her into a fit of emotions. Her eyes got all floaty, her cunt creating a second heartbeat, her body was naturally leaning towards his and she could have sworn she was dreaming at this point because it was all too good. Of course she agreed, closing her laptop and casting it aside so she could focus on the task at hand. She was far too focused on how good it felt to have his hand on her cheek that she hadn’t registered that he was asking her about what she wanted him to do. Y/N felt her face warm up all over again because she didn’t want to say it outright. It would sound so dirty, she felt like she couldn’t say. She scanned his eyes, waiting for him to say something but he wasn’t letting up. 

“I—I’m really sticky..” She whispered, already feeling shy and embarrassed about all of this. Y/N knew she wasn’t exactly sexy or anything.

Harry knew that she may be embarrassed of how she said things but to him, it was hot. The fact no one else had touched her before and she was going to let him... it was sexy as fuck. Especially because she has a boyfriend who wasn’t up to par with what she wanted.

“S’okay, love. That’s good. Very normal.” He felt himself harden a bit at the visual. “C’mere. Come on my lap.” He motioned for her to straddle him, which she did eagerly. Fuck, this was going to be fun. He was going to teach her some shit. “Why don’t you show me how you like to kiss, sweetheart? Let me see how you want things. Don’t be embarrassed about it either. I promise I’ll find it hot.” He pulled her face down to his and felt his body warm up, her eyes blow and obviously her face warm and eager to get herself touched. “Just kissing for a bit. Then I’ll touch.”’

She wasn’t sure how she was meant to keep her breathing steady when he had so casually just asked her to straddle his lap. Y/N didn’t really think before she moved, surprising even herself with how easily and comfortably she moved into his lap. She felt like everything had gone into slow motion, nodding when he asked her to show him how she liked to kiss. That she could do. 

Y/N was positive he could feel her clench, cunt throbbing at the idea of finally getting to kiss him. She’d been waiting for so long, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to stop once she started. With her face mere centimeters away from his face, she paused for a moment before letting her eyes flutter shut as she leaned in. 

Fuck. 

The pathetic sounding whimpered she released at the feeling had her blushing even harder. Y/N hadn’t made many sounds or answered many of his questions, but that was mostly because she was used to being quiet. This kiss however? God was it perfect. Y/N felt hungry, kissing him with such a desperate need. There was still passion behind it, but she just really wanted him.

Harry could tell this girl was hungry for it. Literally starved for orgasms and he couldn’t help but think about what a damn shame it was that no one had been giving it to her. When her mouth tasted this good and she was so eager and hot in her kisses, he would give her whatever the fuck she wanted. He kissed deep right back, hand wrapping around her hip and pulling her down on to him. She was pleased at that, Harry showing her it was okay to grind. Which, to be honest, may have been a mistake considering how good she was at it. He groaned into her mouth as she rocked and worked her hips, her lips open as she whimpered. 

“S’it good? Think you’re rubbin’ your clit right against my cock like that.” He murmured into her mouth, wanting to talk dirty and see what she would do. What she would respond with.

She couldn’t have imagined it being this good, him kissing her back as if he too had wanted her for all this time. It didn’t feel like this when she kissed Timmy, as awful as it was to say, she was starting to think that maybe Harry was right about him. She was quickly snapped out of those thoughts when his hand pushed her hips down against him. 

“Mmmm” A long whine fell into his mouth, her hips moving at a pretty eager pace. Y/N really wanted to cum. She wanted it so bad she genuinely thought she’d lose it. Of course, she’s made herself cum before, but it felt so different when someone else was involved. Especially that someone being Harry. Y/N felt her cunt throb at the dirty talk. Another pathetic sounding moan fell from her lips and her eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure. “Feels so good.” She whimpered against his lips, desperate for him to touch her. Y/N wasn’t sure what he would do, but having his hands on her? In any way? She would surely lose her mind. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, sticking to his shoulder cause it just seemed right to steady herself. Y/N needs something more.

“Good. You can touch me.” Harry gave her the go ahead. “Wherever you want.” She obviously didn’t know how to do it and he wasn’t going to shame her or want to make her feel uncomfortable. Rather, he slid a hand up her skirt, gently lifting it up and getting his hands into her panties. It was arousing to say the least. His hands held her ass, grabbing at it and helping her move her hips. Holding the bare skin, he squeezed and licked into her mouth, feeling her work her cunt harder and hump a little faster against him. Obviously it felt good to her. “Such a perfect ass, baby.” He whispered, giving her a sweet pet name. “So eager for me. So sweet.” He chuckled, moving to kiss at her neck. She was going to lose it and he liked that he was the one doing it.

Funny how things unfolded exactly how Y/N pictured it in her mind. The second she sat down on the bed she was thinking about straddling him and having his hands on her ass and now that’s exactly what they were doing. It felt so fucking good too. Y/N was trying to hold back her whimpers, but Harry didn’t let up. He just kept licking into her mouth, rubbing and squeezing at her ass as if she wasn’t completely losing it in his lap. Her hands hand hesitantly traveled up to his hair, the way she’d do it to Timmy except... he seemed to respond in a much more appropriate way. Harry seemed to like it, liked it a lot based on the hard squeeze he gave her ass. Y/N let out shaky moans when his lips attached to her neck, she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Please— I need more.” She pleaded, “feels good, but I need more.. please.” Y/N was begging him to touch her. She wouldn’t tell him explicitly, but if he wanted to lay her down and work his fingers against her she’d like that or even if he wanted to put his mouth to work. Anything, she just needed to cum.

“There we go. Love to hear you ask me.” Harry had been waiting for that begging, and he had gotten it. There was a quick switchover, Harry laying her down and gently moving so he was between her thighs. He would start simple. His finger ran over the soaked through cotton of her pink panties, groaning at the sight. “They’re completely soaked.” He hissed, gently pulling them to the side. He couldn’t stop the deep breath that came when he saw her arousal stringing to the panties when he moved it over. “Fuck me. S’sticky all over your panties. I love that.” He has that effect on her, didn’t he? That was the best part. He had done that. He was going to make her feel the best she ever had. Fingers spread her open, a hum of appreciation coming from his mouth. “Just like I knew it. You’ve got the prettiest pussy... so wet... look how swollen your clit is.” He murmured, thumbing over it. It was visible and his mouth was watering. That pressure on her clit alone had the girl jilting under his touch, making him feel satisfied. His thumb rubbed harder in the sensitive part, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure. “So pretty. Fuck. Can’t believe he’s never touched it. Left it for me to play with.”

Thank goodness she was laying down because Y/N was sure she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself up. He had simply lifted her skirt and revealed her panties, he didn’t even think twice. It seemed everything he did just turned her on. She liked that he just took what he wanted but also made sure she was feeling good. Y/N didn’t realize just how wet she was until he started to run his fingers over her and they felt completely slick. Her eyes rolled back, one of her hands gripping at his bed sheets while the other stayed on the nape of his neck tangled into his perfect locks. Her breath hitched, her other hand moving to cover her mouth because she knew she was about to be so fucking loud. Her body practically twitched whenever he rubbed over her swollen clit, his fingers were working magic in her and honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she could do it better herself. 

“Ah!” Y/N whined, her hips bucking up against his touch when she felt herself getting closer. She was so worked up she knew she could cum right then and there if he would let her. Her body was giving it away.

It made Harry all too aware of how stupid Timothée was. He wasn’t touching this cunt? Wasn’t getting these reactions? He had to be gay. There was no other way. 

“You’re so sensitive... fuck.” Harry couldn’t believe she was trusting him. If all people do this to her. It wasn’t like they’d ever been close. They went to each other’s birthday parties in elementary school like all the kids in classes did. But that was about it. Thank god for anatomy. 

“Just relax, love.” He muttered, spreading her legs further as he got comfortable. “This is gonna feel really good. Just do what feels right. Can pull on my hair... be as loud as you want, please. Love to hear I’m going a good job.” He smirked, holding her thighs open as he licked one thick stripe up her cunt.

“Oh— oh my god!” Y/N gasped loudly when she felt his wet tongue on her cunt. Her legs twitched from the pleasure that was spiking now that he was focused in her clit. Her hand traveled down to tug at his hair as suggested, her whole body reacting to his actions. She’d never felt anything like this before, felt like she was dreaming. At first she was a bit shy with the noises she was making, but he clearly didn’t like that, immediately increasing the pressure and speed and sticking to it so that she was a moaning mess for him. Y/N knew that if anyone was home they’d think someone was being tortured but god— it was nothing but sweet sweet pleasure. When Y/N played with herself on her own she never pushed her limits like Harry was doing. She was so sensitive and she knew that, but he was purposely working over her most sensitive spots so she was writhing and twitching beneath him. “Ah— mmmm—“ Y/N whined out, “Harry!” She gasped, feeling herself falling over the edge quite rapidly. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, it was so incredibly fast she wasn’t ready for that at all. Her moans were high pitched and whiny, her breathing heavy as she tried to get air in her lungs. She held herself back too, felt like she was going to pee on him if he kept going.

Harry kept going. 

If this was her first orgasm by someone else, her first proper orgasm? She was going to get the best one. He knew she was sensitive— could feel it in her shaking thighs, but he was a man of conviction. He went full on, suckling on her clit. The way she was reacting was beautiful, a soundless scream followed by his name and shudders. However— he wasn’t expecting her to squirt. It was the hottest damn thing he had ever experienced in his life. Her first orgasm and she was cumming that hard, Harry pulling back and rubbing her clit hard as she continued to leak. 

“Fuuuuuck, yes. Give it to me, sweetheart.” He groaned. Holy fuck. He hadn’t expected it to turn out like this at all but he wasn’t going to complain.

The sound that escaped her even shocked Y/N. A loud, borderline pained, scream left from her throat and her eyes squeezed shut. Her breathing was shaky, her hands having moved to cover her face because holy fuck was she overwhelmed. It was a lot. Y/N didn’t think it was humanly possible to cum that hard, and he just kept going. She was so sensitive it hurt, especially when he started rubbing on her clit after she seemingly peed on him but, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she thought he liked it. Y/N was in an endless stream of whimpers and throaty moans, he didn’t seem like he was giving up any time soon and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another. 

“It hurts—” She whimpered out, moving her hands from her face to grip at the pillow behind her. “But it feels so good.” Y/N was completely fucked. So gone for, the hormones and endorphins overcoming her. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she let him continue. She didn’t want him to stop if she was going to keep feeling like this.

“God, you’re so good. Letting me do whatever I want... we’re so deprived before, weren’t you?” Harry was shocked. The fact she was letting him continue, shaking but loving every bit? He was happy. Damn. Finally, a girl who could keep up with him and she had to be taken. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over her clit lazily. His mouth had kissed at her thighs, biting down gently on one. “Hm.. can I mark here?” It wasn’t like her boyfriend was gonna see it. “And you don’t mind if I get myself off, do you?” He wanted to cum on her thighs or her stomach. His cock ached in his pants and he had no problem just getting her off, but he needed to cum. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to do anything, though. Despite it all, he respected her. She was a good girl. He was tainting her a bit but, she was happy to be tainted.

Y/N nodded her head to let him know she was okay, but he didn’t seem happy with her nodding, he wanted an answer. “Yes.” She whimpered out an answer to all of the things that he asked, still breathing shakily and twitching whenever the tension built up enough. The slow rubbing on her clit was still bringing her lots of pleasure, it made her want to cum again and that freaked her out. Could she really take that much? She’d never seen a cock in person before. Only even in porn but she didn’t watch that either because it made her feel yucky. Y/N swallowed thickly, seeing just how big he was. Holy shit. That was meant to fit inside someone? She already had trouble sticking her fingers in, but that? However, she was interested in watching him. Y/N watched him with loopy eyes, knowing for a fact she’d worship him after this. If he let her come back for more she happily would. Hell, she’d follow him around like a puppy if he kept making her feel like this.

It was probably the hottest hook up Harry’s ever had. Truth be told. He was in shock that Y/N was so needy for it and the fact she had let him be the one to play with her, to get her off, it was astonishing. There was nothing hotter than watching her legs open and pussy pulsing a bit from the intensity of her orgasms. 

“Mmm... you’re fucking hot.” Harry hissed, stroking himself as he bit down on her thigh. She let out a yelp that turned into a whine as he sucked a mark on to the softness of it, smirking when she rutted into his finger. After that though, he decided to take things up. “M’not gonna go in. Just... relax.” He rested himself against her cunt and rubbed the tip against her clit as he stroked himself heavily, hissing when her slickness covered him. It made it easy to stroke. “Jesus, you’re good. Feels good, hm? Better than your own fingers?” He knew it was. She looked fucked out, hips bucking into his own as he approached his own orgasm. Would it be too far to cum on her cunt? “Can I... fuck, can I cum on your cunt?” He had originally wanted her tummy or her thighs but seeing his cock against her now... he felt a bit primal.

Y/N had never expected this. This was the farthest she’d gone with anyone and the fact that it was with the guy that she’d been fantasizing about for years? It felt so unreal, definitely added to the intensity of her orgasms. Having him mark her? In a place where she’d be the only one to find it? That made her cunt throb. He started rubbing himself on her and she felt like that was a whole other level of horny. He felt so good against her, Y/N didn’t think she was that hot but Harry seemed to think so and that was enough to get her to feel confident enough to answer him with her full voice when he asked to cum on her cunt. 

“Yeah... you can cum on me..” Y/N didn’t have it in her to say cunt yet, but baby steps nonetheless. Harry was so hot, he looked so good above her. They weren’t even naked, just their lower halves, which in a way made it hotter because they were just that needy. His face was still slick with her, and that was something she couldn’t get over. 

It was apparent that Y/N didn’t know just how hot she was and that was a goddamn shame in Harry’s opinion. Because she was. She was so hot and he was sure that this wasn’t going to be the only time they had fun. 

“Fuck.. fuck.” He hissed as he began to cum on her. There was nothing like watching his cum stripe over her, soiling it with the white cream. It only made his orgasm better, a groan leaving him as he ran his cock through the slit and pressed against her clit again. “Fuck me, that’s so hot.” He whispered, mouth open at just how good it looked. When he saw her gawking at it, her tits moving under the fabric of her top, he smirked. “Want to taste it?” He ran two fingers through the mess.

Watching Harry cum was definitely the hottest thing Y/N had ever seen, the sounds he released and his scrunched up face was enough to make her shudder. On top of that, the feeling of hot cum ribboning over her cunt was something that she again couldn’t explain. It felt good, satisfying, especially because he seemed to be dying over it.

“Yes.”

It was a quiet squeak of an answer but it was an answer. Y/N was curious, she wanted to know what he tasted like and had a feeling that he too wanted her to try. If she didn’t like it she’d pretend to like it, but holy fuck she did actually like it. It was salty, a strange texture, but definitely not the worst thing she’d ever had in her mouth. It had its own taste, but she enjoyed that. Her mouth was wrapped around his fingers, gently licking and sucking the cum off his fingers while watching his eyes. He seemed to like this a lot too. Y/N was learning quite a bit, mostly that Timmy was definitely gay. But she didn’t just want to confront him like that that wouldn’t be fair. As soon as she was done, Harry kissed her again. This time it was more gentle than before. A kiss of appreciation. That was some good shit. Harry hadn’t been with someone who was a virgin and didn’t realize how horny they got— maybe it was just Y/N, though. He could have been having this and he didn’t. 

It was a good thing for Harry though. He got to have what he wanted and while he knew that was a lot, he didn’t really care that he could potentially hurt his feelings. He had made Y/N feel inadequate anyways. 

“Let me clean you up.” He murmured, smiling when she pouted when he pulled away. He was gentle with it, wiping her clean with tissues next to his bed. When she jumped, he chuckled. 

“Sensitive, I know.” He was smug about it though. Yes. He had done that. Though it was a shame she was too sensitive to clean it with his tongue. He would have been down.

The kiss was definitely something that Y/N needed. It was a nice little reminder that Harry was a gentleman and that she hadn’t just gone and done stuff with someone who was a complete asshole. Y/N always knew that Harry was a good guy, sure she’d heard rumors about him and knew he had gotten around and did drugs, but never had she heard about him being mean. Even when cleaning her up he was gentle, but of course she felt all shy again because she was laying fully exposed in front of the guy she had a crush on who had just made her cum three times within the span of 20 minutes. It was a lot. She’d completely forgotten about the fact that she was here to do an anatomy project. Y/N stayed quiet for the most part, letting him clean her up. Once she was finished she slipped on her panties again, though it felt quite dirty because they were still soaking wet. She’d need to take a shower when she got home. “Thank you.” She told him, feeling herself blush all over again.

“You’re welcome. Do you want a pair of boxers or something to wear instead of your panties?” Harry didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. At the relieved look on her face, he chuckled and went to his drawer, grabbing his smaller pair. “Here. May be big on you but, better than being uncomfortable.” He threw them to her and grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip before sitting down. “Want to do this project then?” Now that the sexual tension was at least fixed for a bit, he was happy to get to work. He wanted to see her get a good grade too. It didn’t have to be weird. 

“Oh, thanks.” Y/N smiled bashfully and stood up to change into them. There was no need for her to be all shy about it anymore. Y/N put her dirty panties to the side, taking a sip of her water bottle as well because lord knows she needed up. She was definitely a lot looser after their little activities, much more relaxed and open to talking and working. 

It really did feel better after they'd fucked around. Harry noticed that Y/N was more loose and seemed to feel more at ease now that he’s had his mouth on her pussy. They’d done a bit today and he was sure he would be on her mind for a long time after she left, which made him smug. 

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They were finishing up when he asked for her number. “Put yours in. Dunno if you want to do this again but... I wouldn’t mind.” Harry would love it.

Y/N was already thinking about doing this again. Now that all her initial nerves were out of the way, she felt like I’d be easier for her to do things with him. She’d probably never initiate it again like this until she was this desperate, but whenever he wanted her again, if he did, she’d happily come over. She typed in her number and texted herself.

“The project or?” Y/N was a bit stupid sometimes, she didn’t want to assume he wanted to but based on the look on his face she figured he meant the other thing. “Oh, yeah— I um... I’d like that very much.” She said and finished putting her stuff away. “Thanks again... I’ll see you.” Y/N spoke when he walked her down the stairs and out the door. 

She’d left her panties in his room.

He had come upstairs to find the lovely gift that was left. Sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it was his now. He’d let her know that. They smelled like her and damn, it was good. Stuffed in his side drawer, he sat and absorbed the whole thing. Maybe he should feel guilt for having her cheat. But she needed it. The poor girl was nearly frothing at the mouth with need for sexual release and something about him tickled her. He couldn’t say no to that. Especially when she was so excited to do it and so responsive. 

Later that night he texted her. 

‘Hey, it’s Harry’

‘Did you want to come over again on Friday and work?’ He snickered at that. They’d work but... he knew by Friday she would be wanting more. 

‘Also, appreciate the gift you left. They’re lovely. Xx’ He sent a picture of the waistband of the panties in his hand.

On the bike ride home Y/N felt herself whimper every time she went over a bump. Harry had definitely done a number on her and she couldn’t have been more thankful. She texted Timmy when she got home, asking him about how he was and how his day was as usual though, she was surprised she didn’t feel really guilty. By the time she had showered and freshened up, she saw that she’d received texts back from both of them, but of course she wanted to answer Harry’s first. 

‘Hii! yeah, I can do that!’

‘oh my god 🤭’

She left them at his house? Fuck. She should have just put them in her bag but... she did have his boxers, so it didn’t really matter did it? Timmy had texted her back responding with how his day went saying he was super busy getting ready for his re-election campaign. It was his way of saying they wouldn’t really be able to hang out. She told him that she was sad but that she’d see him at school. Realistically she knew she needed to talk to him, but she wanted him to be able to tell her I’m his own time. She’d stop trying to have sex with him, only if he tried though.

‘I’ll be having fun with them. They’re in great hands. Don’t worry.’

He was smug about it for sure. But still, he couldn’t help but feel beyond happy about it because perhaps he had found a new person to fuck around with. Sure, he liked hook ups at parties but he had wanted a designated person to be around and fuck with. And Y/N was a cool chick. He hadn’t paid too much attention to her before, only to notice she was hot and also questioning why she was dating that kid. But the closer he got, the hotter she was. And fun to be around after she chilled out. She hadn’t mentioned being surprised by his room and the kind of nerdy star stuff in it. So he liked her a bit more for that. 

‘Good. Come over on Friday and we can work late. My dad’s away and my mom is on her book tour shit, so we’ll be alone, if that’s cool w you?’

Was he? He was flirting a bit wasn’t he? Y/N wasn’t exactly sure but him suggesting that his parents would be away and that they would be alone in his house again made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She was really excited to see his cats again and hang out, they’d likely finish another part of their project and likely fuck around a bit and that made her nervous all over again. 

‘Okaaay sounds good :) ’

She set her phone on her stomach and just looked up at the ceiling. Holy shit. Y/N couldn’t wait for Friday now, excited to see what else he’d have in store for her. She was simply excited to get to know him a bit more, he was hiding a lot of stuff from people from school. Of course she noticed all the astronomy shit in his room, saw the tons of books that he had with sticky notes showing they were clearly annotated. There was a lot more to him than met the eye.

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[part 2]

A/N: Without giving too much away, yes, skater boy harry is bi and is whore for astronomy but we’ll get into that later ;) - n+d

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Cause Baby I’m a Pornstar || P.S

Summary: Everyone has secrets, you just didn’t know your neighbour had a very, very dirty one.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Words: Some 

Genre: Smut

A/N: Idk if yall got the reference, but the title is a pun with Rihanna’s song Rockstar it’s a genius joke I swear

ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ

San ver. || Hongjoong ver. || Jongho ver.

  To think about what dirty secrets ordinary people kept locked away to themselves ... it's crazy. Everyone has something they hide from the public eye, some darker than others.

   You were scared to imagine sometimes, what people hid behind their smiles, what really played in their minds during the night.

   However, you never expected to find out that someone so close to you retained such a dirty, filthy, hot secret.

   You lived right in the middle of the busy city of Seoul, and the second the flat next to yours became vacant, a young man moved in next to you. Tall, fair skin, dark hair, and twinkling eyes, the man by the name of Park Seonghwa (you'd soon learn), was very stressed about the busy life in Seoul. You quickly got acquainted with him and he was just a treat. He was a great man overall, kind, respectful, funny...

  So you were appalled to find your neighbor had an entirely new persona built for himself.

   It was the end of the afternoon, about 10 pm, after a long day at work and you needed some kind of release before you went to sleep.

   You opened your computer, clicked on your browser, and went straight to the dirty website as you didn't even bother turning on the incognito mode anymore.

   Your hand slid inside your underwear and met your folds as a random video you chose started playing. You bit your lip and played with yourself while the hot male from the video fucked into the woman's mouth.

   Suddenly, the voice from the video became familiar to your ears. And as every second passed you couldn't stop thinking you recognized those hands... And those arms...

   When the camera finally focused on the male's pleasure-filled face, your eyes widened, but your fingers didn't stop.

   It was Seonghwa, it was definitely your neighbor Seonghwa. Your friend of about two years was in the screen of your laptop mercilessly fucking some woman.

  You found yourself moaning along Seonghwa, and you came in no time. The second you set your pc away and covered yourself with your sheets to fall asleep, the picture of the man that lived next to you clouded your mind. You couldn't believe an angel like him could act like that, could fuck like that.

   It was hard to stop thinking about it, and it was certainly harder being around your neighbor.

  You hung out at each other's flats pretty often, and the first time you saw him after that, an immense sense of guilt washed over you. You came watching him fuck someone, you came because of his moans, and now you were sitting on his couch eating pizza with him.

   His hands, that prior to that night were just hands, and his pink, plump lips became something you wished for all over your body.

  Eventually it became too much to not bring up, but it would be awkward to just... ask him. What were you gonna say? 'Uh hey I came across your porn videos, nice work.'?

   Seonghwa told you he worked on a gas station with some messed up shifts, thus him needing to leave his house at different hours all the time, and you never really had a reason to question it, until now.

    You were hanging out in your apartment, sitting in the stools by your kitchen counter and talking over some beers, as you tried to hide your nervousness. Seonghwa thought you'd been acting a little weird, but he never really brought it up because if something had happened and you didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking.

   Sometime around 9 pm, he'd been there for a while and you had calmed down and forgotten about the whole porn ordeal. That was, of course, until his phone died.

   Seonghwa's phone's battery died, and when he noticed it, he groaned in displease. He groaned. You nearly spat out your drink at the familiar sound, and decided that you couldn't hold it any longer.

   You put your drink down in the marble counter and looked away from Seonghwa.

   "Hey, uh, Seonghwa, where did you say you worked again?" You asked, pretending not to know anything.

   You could try to blame your cheek's rose tint on the alcohol, but you knew well the reason behind it.

   There was no response to your question, only a chuckle. You were surprised to hear it, and quickly looked at him in confusion.

   Your perplexed expression quickly changed into a shocked one, as you found the man staring back at you. His eyes no longer had that characteristic shine to them, instead, they penetrated yours with a dark look, and his lips formed into a smirk.

  You visibly stiffened at that. Seonghwa slowly stood up and towered over you.

  "So you found out about it, hm?" He asked.

 If you could get any more flushed, you had just gotten. You just gulped and looked up at him, giving him no response, which seemed like enough of an answer to him.

  He chuckled once more as he bent down slightly to whisper in your ear.

  "Did you come? Did you come as you watched me?"

  You looked down at the ground, but he forced you to look at him when he held your chin. One of his hands trailed down your arm and rested on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

  "It's okay baby, you can tell me."

   "I- I did..." You confessed, shyly.

   Suddenly, he pressed his lips on your cheek, on your jaw, and finally, below your ear.

    "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for..." He whispered, as the hand on your thigh gave it a harsher squeeze.

    He pressed his lips against yours, softly, waiting for you to respond. You were frozen for a second, not knowing what to do, but you naturally gave in and kissed him back, while your hands held his face.

    Seonghwa pulled away for a second and caressed your face. His touch was always soft, but his eyes seemed to want to devour you.

    "I could bend you over and fuck you real good over this counter, but I think you'd prefer to lose your virginity in your bedroom, no?"

   You blushed slightly at his comment. You were a little embarrassed to be nearly 23 and still a virgin, but he was right nevertheless. So, taking the hint, you stood up and took his hand, leading the two of you into his bedroom.

   As soon as the door closed, he took off his t-shirt, exposing the chest you were now familiar with.

   "Undress for me."

   "What? Seonghwa I don't think-"

   "I said, undress for me." He cut you off, as he sat on the bed waiting for you to begin.

   You shyly and slowly removed your shirt, followed by your pants. Before stripping from anything else, you made eye contact with Seonghwa. He had lowered his pants until mid-thigh, and his eyes were hungry for you. He bit his lip as he palmed himself through his boxers.

   "Go ahead baby, I wanna see all of you."

   You complied with his words, removing your bra first and then your panties, excruciatingly slow in Seonghwa's opinion.

   In a matter of seconds, his pants were completely off and he was standing behind you, chest pressed against your back as he grabbed your ass and laid soft kisses on your neck.

   “I’m gonna break you baby.”

  His words sent a shiver down you spine and made your legs feel weak.

   He then grabbed your waist and moved you to the bed, laying you on your back.

   Seonghwa quickly moved to your lips, violently making out with you this time, sucking and biting on your lower lip at every chance he got. The friction that his hard-on trapped under his boxers was causing against your womanhood made you moan onto the kiss, and he pulled away.

  "I want you to suck me off baby, yes?" He asked, caressing your hip with his thumb.

  "Y-yes Seonghwa."

  He flipped you over, so he'd be sitting on the bed and you'd be settled between his legs, ass high up in the air as your hands encircled his length, playing with it before shyly sucking on the tip.

  Seonghwa threw his head back and moaned, just like in the videos you had seen.

  You were nervous, as you were doing this for the first time and didn't want to mess it up, but his moans were an incentive to do more, and so you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a couple of times. His fingers tangled in your hair and pushed your head down for a couple of seconds, until you had to pull out for air. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his cock, and he absolutely loved it.

  You already looked so fucked out... Lips red and swollen, eyes teary and breathing heavily. He placed his hand on your cheek and laughed a little.

   "You look so pretty, so fucked out already, and I barely even started."

   "Seonghwa..." You moaned out.

   He flipped you back around, sternly this time, and stripped from his boxers. He bent over you and while he teased your clit with the tip of his cock, he bit down on your neck harshly.

   You didn't even try to hide your excitement, as you just let your moans fill the room.

   "Please Seonghwa, please fuck me."

   He instantly pulled away from your neck and stood on his knees. Seonghwa's hand grasped your neck, applying some pressure on it.

  "God, I should have done this sooner, you don't know how long I've waited to fuck you. You're so fucking vanilla, so, so innocent." He bent down to whisper in your ear. "I wanna make you a dirty bitch for me."

   Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you almost came at that.

   "Seonghwa please, fuck me..."

  He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he slipped into you. Although his instinct (and will) was to slam into you and take you right there, he stood like that for a second, giving you time to adjust, and then started moving very slowly, since he didn't want to give you any pain.

   When you started moaning however, that was a whole another story. He grabbed your hips for stability and increased the pace. You were moaning very loudly, and Seonghwa had to focus hard on not coming before you did.

   "Seonghwa, I-" you could barely speak, but you tried your best to get a whole sentence out "Seonghwa I think I'm gonna come."

   "That's okay baby, release it, come on, come for me."

   And, with his permission, you clenched around him, moaned his name and your hands gripped the sheets beside you.

  Seonghwa had his mouth agape while he watched your face as you climaxed, and, soon enough he pulled out of you and came all over your stomach.

  He fell beside you, and, when your eyes looked into each other, the both of you laughed at your state. Neither of you imagined you'd end up like this...

  "So," Seonghwa started, intertwining his fingers with yours "am I as good as I make it seem in my videos?"

  You laughed a little at his attempt to tease you.

   "No, you're better."

[thatesqcrush]

In Another Time, Ch. 2

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: language, sexual situations, incl: oral sex, p in v sex, dirty talk. Also: lactating breasts during sex. Because real talk, that happens. WC: 2675

Your comment pulled Bryan out of his thoughts. “No - no, not at all.” He rushed. Bryan reached for you, pulling you down on top of him. He rolled over, so he was on top of you. He used his knee to part your legs, and then settled over you, bracing his arms around your head.

“No.” Bryan replied more softly. “You are absolutely gorgeous.” And with that, he brought his lips to yours. To his surprise, kissing you made Bryan feel dizzy. He was flooded with the scent of your skin, it was a warm vanilla but also a scent that was uniquely you. His tongue licked eagerly in your mouth, stroking against yours, raising your desire. Your legs wrapped around his hips, and Bryan used the opportunity to grind himself against your pelvis. By the time he pulled away, you were panting, flushed, with swollen lips.

It had been six weeks since you had the baby. Six weeks felt like six months and towards the tail-end of pregnancy, sex had become uncomfortable and as a result, near non-existent. You were trembling in anticipation, your heart and pulse quickening with each passing moment.

You tilted your neck, giving him access to your bare neck and Bryan obliged your request. You let out a moan as his mouth found purchase, sucking and licking a mark into your skin. A hand made way to your already breasts, cupping and squeezing and you arched into his touch. Bryan chuckled quietly and removed his lips from your neck to your breasts, nuzzling and suckling.

You tugged his dark hair as wet lips wrapped around one nipple, fingers pinching at the other. Your breasts were already so sensitive and yet responded differently when he played with them than when you nursed Sophie. Still, that did not prevent a familiar sensation from going through your breasts. You had a letdown and your milk began to drop. “Shit, I’m leaking!” You cried out.

“So? I don’t fucking care.” Bryan growled as he continued to stimulate your nipples, smearing your breastmilk over your pebbled flesh. It felt filthy and yet, you felt unashamed at how wet you were becoming in response. You let out whimpers as he ran his tongue over your nipples, flicking back and forth. Bryan used his teeth to then graze your nipple, before biting while simultaneously pinching the other. He groaned when your sweet milk splashed against his tongue and he started suckling some more, switching from breast to breast. You gasped out Bryan’s name, which caused him to chuckle darkly in response. He leaned over you, kissing you hard before then pressing kisses from your sternum down your soft belly. His beard tickled your skin in the best way and you ached to feel it somewhere more southward. It’d been sometime since the two of you were intimate - mostly because you were recovering from birth. Bryan looked up at you, his green eyes meeting yours. You bit your lip and nodded. “You know what I like.” You murmured, pushing your knees apart in invitation.

Bryan momentarily froze, taking in your comment. He was damn good at fucking but something about this moment also wedged a piece of insecurity in him. From earlier conversations and snooping, he learned that you and him had been married for three years. So that was three years plus then some, on knowing you intimately. You saying he knew what you liked, was farther from the truth. At the same time, Bryan hardly ever had an encounter with a pussy that was disappointed in his performance, so he shook it off and settled. His breath was on your most intimate parts and he gripped your thighs, pushing them even more apart. Your thighs felt like they were straining with how apart they were. Bryan licked you slowly and methodically, through the material of your panties enjoying the way you moaned his name as he did so. You felt his fingers hook into the band and he tugged, the sound of ripping fabric followed. “I just got those!” You whined.

“I’ll get you another pair.” Bryan growled. “You worry too much!”

He dipped his tongue into your sweet heat, emulating what would later occur, and you responded with the sweetest of sighs and pleas as you felt your orgasm begin. He licked a broad stripe before settling on your clit, swirling his tongue. Your hips began to rock against his mouth, and he settled a heavy arm over you, keeping you in place as he continued his torture. Your cunt was soaked, your arousal flooding his mouth. Bryan removed his mouth from your cunt briefly to suck on two of his thick fingers before sliding them into you. Your hot flesh gripped his fingers tightly and he began to languidly fingerfuck you. You tugged on his dark hair, urging him to your aching clit and he complied, latching his tongue on your swollen nub once more where he paid dutiful worship.You clawed the sheets, desperate to orgasm. Bryan made his own sounds, clearly enjoying you. Your pulse was throbbing in tandem with the throb of your pulse as Bryan brought you closer and closer to the brink. Just as you felt yourself begin to tip over, Bryan removed his mouth from your pussy, causing you to whine. Your eyes met and you could see his skin glisten with your arousal, certain his beard was also soaked. “Bryan…” you pleaded.

Bryan beamed inwardly at the sight of you. Your skin was flush, a light sheen of sweat covered your skin. Your nipples were pert, so hard he imagined they could cut glass. His eyes met yours, which were blown with desire. He crawled back over you and latched his mouth to yours once more. Your hunches were right - his beard was soaked in you.

Your hands ran up and along Bryan’s arms and then around his neck. You broke the kiss and leaned up to his ear. “Let me return the favor.” You purred. Never one to decline being on the receiving end, Bryan happily rolled onto his back. You made your way down, on all fours, until you were facing his boxers, which had a considerable tent in them. Bryan lifted his hips to remove his boxers. His thick cock sprung, falling back on his taut belly with a heavy smack. You licked your lips hungrily and ducked your head to take the fat head of his cock between your lips, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. Bryan’s hips bucked and you released him to spit in your palm. You used your hand to stroke Bryan while your tongue worked him. You flattened your tongue and licked every inch of him before taking him fully into your mouth. Inch by inch, you took more of him into your mouth, relaxing your throat as you did so until he was fully seated in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. A deep rumble emanated from Bryan’s chest. Bryan’s hands twisted into your hair and guided you as near released your mouth from his length before swallowing him once more. A rhythm was quickly established and you made little humming sounds, clearly enjoying yourself.

Bryan threw his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying how you lavished his cock, worshipping every inch. Not many partners enjoyed giving head, usually easily gagging as they were unable to take his length fully or requesting a towel before anything started. But you were not them, Bryan realized as you continued to blow him. Selfishly he pressed his hands on the back of your head and you let him, not protesting in the slightest.

‘Had I known this was a talent of yours in the office…’ Bryan thought as he began to rut. “Uh...yeah… uh, fuck just like that.” Bryan looked at you, your eyes locking with his once more.

“Your mouth is fucking amazing.” Bryan groaned as you took him again in your mouth. “Such a good cocksucker.”

This was met with squeal - albeit muffled. ‘Praise kink?’ Bryan wondered briefly before closing his eyes and losing himself to the pleasure once more. You looked up briefly, your mouth still full, and recognized the look on Bryan’s face - the 'I'm about to come’ face.’ You released him from your mouth, wanting nothing more to prevent the sweet release - you had other places in mind for that.

“Fuck me.” You panted. “Please.”

“With pleasure.” Bryan growled as he pulled you up. He pulled you into another kiss, and pushed you on your back. Bryan was on his knees, with your ankles over each shoulder. He lined himself up with your entrance and then pushed forward, his fat cockhead filling and nestling until he bottomed out. The burn of stretch softened to pleasure, and you let out a gasp. The feel of your hot, wet heat around his cock was divine to Bryan and he had to will himself to not completely blow his load right there and then.

He withdrew and slammed into you once more, sinking deeper and you winced causing him to still.

“It’s… it’s been awhile.” You confessed, looking away, unable to meet his eyes. “I forgot how big you were.”

At that moment, Bryan thought how his ego grew three sizes just as the grinch’s heart did in that story everyone compared him to. Bryan nodded and lowered himself again, so his forehead was touching yours, his chest crushed against yours. You lowered your legs so they were wrapped around his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Bryan began to rock gently in and out of you.

The pace was languid, almost tender. Your eyes met Bryan’s green ones and the depth of the in love look you gave him was too much. Bryan buried his face into your neck as he continued to drive into you with long, slow strokes. You were letting out mewls and whimpers, begging for more. Bryan rose once more, pushing one of your bent knees higher up your chest, changing the angle of his strokes, hitting you more intensely than before.

“Oh God.” You moaned. “You feel so good.”

“That’s right.” Bryan grunted, losing himself completely. “Take daddy’s cock like a good little slut.”

You pressed your hand on his chest, almost pushing him off, queuing him to stop. Bryan stilled, his hips stuttering. “What?”

You crinkled your nose in disgust. “Daddy’s cock? Really? Way to kill the mood. You know I don’t like that whole daddy thing.”

There was a look of realization on Bryan’s face that had it been any other occasion, you would have questioned it more.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Bryan rushed. The feel of your slick cunt against his cock, even still, was almost too much and he was desperate to finish.

You were just as desperate and ready to come as well. “Forget it. Just make me come already.” You replied with a sigh, clearly irritated. You turned your face away, unable to look at him.

Bryan did not reply, instead picking up his pace. Your eyes fluttered shut and your orgasm quickly crested, as you were already so close.

“Look at me.” Bryan quietly commanded and you did so reluctantly, meeting his gaze. Your hand snaked down to where you were both intimately connected and you began to rub your swollen clit. There was no sight better to Bryan than watching his partner as they came undone. And now here with you, there was nothing that he wanted to see more.

Your mouth went slack as you threw your head back against the pillow, coming hard around Bryan’s cock. Your body arched against his. Bryan kept the pace, not slowing down, chasing his own release. He dropped down again and crushed his lips against yours. You swallowed his grunts as he also orgasmed, his cock spurting inside of you.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, each of you trying to bring your breaths back down to normal. You both stayed intimately connected, a tangled mess of limbs and arms.

“That was amazing.” Bryan murmured, kissing you quickly, before rolling back onto his back.

“Yeah. It was something.” You replied, turning to your side and turning off the light.

**

The following morning, Bryan woke up to an empty bedroom. He got up and stretched, before using the bathroom to relieve himself of his morning ablutions. He made his way downstairs and found you holding the baby in one arm while you made a futile attempt to clean up spit up, all over your shirt.

“Let me take her.” Bryan commented, reaching for Sophie. You gave Bryan a small smile, handing her over.

“Thanks. You murmured. “One day my clothes will be fully clean again.” You whipped off your top, leaving you in just your bra. From where he stood, he could see all the marks he had given you, accompanied with red rashes from where his beard nuzzled. His cock kicked and he felt quiet pride bloom. At the same time, he couldn’t believe you and him had even had sex.

You used the clean part of your shirt as a rag, wiping yourself clean. As you finished, you felt Bryan’s eyes on you. “I know, real sexy right now.”

“Aside from the spit-up… you are very much sexy.” Bryan responded to you with a wink.

You smiled and walked up to him to press a kiss on his lips. You then pressed a kiss to the top of Sophie’s head. “Who would have thought Bryan Kneef would look good with a baby?”

‘Certainly not me.’ Bryan thought as he watched you walk away.

**

Bryan spent the week caught up in work and with any spare free time, used it to learn more about this life of his. He wasn’t sure when he’d get back to his old life, so he thought might as well lean into it.

He was in the office, he worked on a brief on one monitor, while conducting research on another. Throughout the day people would come in and out of his office, much to his annoyance. He was grateful, however, to the access he had - he sought out your personnel file to learn all that he needed to know about you. During a phone call with opposing counsel, an alert came on his phone which he quickly dismissed without so much as a look.

That evening when he arrived home, he noticed that your car wasn’t in the driveway. “Y/N?” He removed his jacket, loosened his tie and set his briefcase in the hall. He heard music softly playing from the kitchen and when he entered, he was greeted with a look of confusion by the sitter, who was sitting at the island, eating a sandwich while reading a book.

“Mr. Kneef? What are you doing at home? I thought you were meeting Y/N?” The sitter, whose name he recalled as Clara, questioned, wiping her mouth. “Sophie’s down for the night. I gave her a bath and a bottle.”

“And where exactly was I supposed to meet her?”

Clara furrowed her brows. “Isn’t today your anniversary? She said you made reservations at Bavette’s.”

“Shit!” Bryan swore, looking up at the clock. “How late am I?”

Clara looked at the clock and cringed. “Forty-five minutes.”

***

The ride home was in complete silence. Bryan racked his brain as to what to say. ‘Sorry, I forgot our anniversary because I am from some other dimension where I am not married?’ He surmised that would not go over too well. So, he apologized instead.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

You huffed in response, trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Sure.”

Bryan opened his mouth to say something else and you held your hand in response. “Save it. Let's just go home.”

It was at that moment, Bryan recalled that day in the office before everything hit the fan. ‘Save it. Pack your shit. You’re fired.’ Bryan didn’t respond, feeling his stomach churn, the guilt of his words settling. Instead, he focused on the road ahead, noting to himself that it had begun to rain.

TBC.

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[hongnanglen-arina]

ASMR | Kwon Soonyoung/Hoshi

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoshi x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi there! Before my angsty Shua fic will drop, have this one first hehe. As always, English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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Your ASMR blog was well known. It was your hobby.

At least twice a week there was an update for your followers.

If people were asked about ASMR, they would think of mukbang first, right?

But your blog offered a different kind of ASMR.

No one knew who you were in reality except your closest friends. And of course, your boyfriend.

There was never a video. Just sound. Of you having fun.

Getting out of the shower, all nice and clean was the best feeling. Or was it to reach your orgasm after a long denial? You stopped midway to your bedroom, coke in one hand as you cocked your head to the side, not sure which one was better. There were often such dialogues going on in your head. It just showed you how crazy your mind was. Not only did you look sweet and innocent to everyone who didn’t know you and saw you on the street but deep inside you were a kinky little vixen which your friends and boyfriend knew.

You took a big gulp of your drink and hummed happily. Your boyfriend should arrive at any minute. Today was another special schedule for your blog. 

When you sat down in front of your laptop, you opened your blog. After stating it, you’ve gotten a lot of followers. Some even called themselves fans. It always made you giggle. How could anyone be a fan of just a voice? Because no one had ever seen your face nor real name on the internet. For you it was funny especially reading that they used your audio recordings for other purposes. Dirty purposes.

You loved to scroll through the comment section of your blog. Reading all those filthy confessions often turned you on for another recording. Also it gave you a boost in confidence.

Speaking of your recordings. The audio files that you uploaded on your site were recordings of you pleasuring yourself. Moaning into the microphone or cursing how good it felt. There were never names, long dialogues or any other interactions with the people you uploaded it for.

Since you’ve started, you had a total of 86 files online and over 40 saved on your hard drive that you still had to edit. Why you were doing it? Maybe for the kick. The fact to know that people would hear how you were climbing up the ladder to your orgasm really heightened the pleasure. And it satisfied you a lot, every time you read the comments cheering you on.

The day you uploaded a file of you and your boyfriend having sex, your blog nearly exploded. The reason why he was included was because he just lost a bet at a party with your friends. Everyone was already drunk when a table tennis session began and Soonyoung was more than sure to win against Jun. If Jun had lost, he had to run down the street in the middle of the night, naked and meowing loudly. But as much as you would have loved to see that happening, your boyfriend Soonyoung lost, making him automatically the next special surprise on your blog. 

Yes, your best friends knew about your hobby. Some had listened to your recordings and at the beginning your friendship was a little strange. Especially with Minghao, who was forced to listen when his roommate started one of the files. He always avoided eye contact with you but when you got together with Soonyoung, it slowly became better. And now, almost a year later, they all had gotten used to it and even made fun about your blog from time to time or teased you. But better like this than being confronted with a shy and awkward Minghao again.

Yesterday you announced the special surprise what you were going to record today and promised the file to be up by next sunday. And as always with your couple recordings, the comment section went wild. Some of them gave Soonyoung the nickname ‘tiger’ because sometimes he would make similar noises all of a sudden. He gave that nickname his approval and you knew how much he loved it as he called himself like that ever since.

You giggled at the comments while you were waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

- The return of the tiger! Raise your hands y’all!!

- He should be in it more often. God he sounds so fucking hot!

- Hearing you two together is so filthy. I love it!!

- Can he tease you until you are a mess again and beg?

- Can’t wait for his raspy rawwwwrrrs hehe (;

- How about you edge him this time??? Pretty please?

Hearing the keys, you quickly got up and ran towards the door to see Soonyoung standing there dressed in all black, pushing his shoes to the side with one foot and taking off his black snapback. Biting your lower lip, you hissed softly, locking eyes with him.

“Okay, damn.. you look hot.”

“When don’t I?”

You snorted playfully but made your way closer to him anyways, immediately being pulled in a deep kiss. One hand held you close against his chest while the other squeezed your ass, you felt him smirk against your lips. “Hope my little kitten is ready for her tiger.” The grip on his leather jacket tightened when his teeth grazed your neck, sucking your sensitive spot just below your ear. “Always,” you sighted with closed eyes.

“Good.” He pulled back, licking his lips as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

Following him, he made you sit on the bed as he opened the recording program on your laptop. In the past, he often made it for you so he knew where to click. Adjusting the microphone beside the bed, he made sure that it was working before joining you.

You saw the red light on your microphone and smiled at him approvingly, giving him a quick kiss as a reward. When you are about to pull away, he grabbed your hip and held you in place, connecting your lips with his again. Effortless his tongue slipped past through your teeth as you gasped, his hand massaging your exposed thigh.

Actually, your plan was to tease him first and then to make him lose his mind while he’s tied up on your bed but the way your boyfriend was kissing you right now made you weak and unable to stick to your previous plan. His musky perfume filled your senses, combined with his tongue dancing with yours, it made you breathless. He was needy and so were you.

Pushing him back against the headboard, he looked at you, mouth open and chest heaving slightly, eyes hooded. You smiled and removed the leather jacket and black turtle neck, leaving his dark hair messy and in this very moment he looked adorable to you if it wasn’t for his eyes which gave you a lustful gaze. Leaving your eyes roam over his exposed chest and abs, you asked yourself how you had survived all those years without your boyfriend.

You were on your knees in front of him, dressed in a short silky negligee. Soonyoung groaned at the sight of you. “Help me out of my pants and sit on my lap, baby.” Your eyes widened and you automatically covered his lips with your hand but he only lifted one eye brow and shrugged. Normally you wouldn’t give long commands like this but that meant you may have to cut it out of the recording later. Or not. Doing what you were told, your fingers opened his denim jeans and pulled them off his legs.

A shuffling of the blankets can be heard and you sat down on his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you sink down, feeling his warmth against your core. You felt the urge to move but you wanted to get your approval first. Normally you were more the submissive type of girl in the relationship with Soonyoung but once in a while he would gave you the control. Today didn’t seem like this when his hands were back on your hips, making you move back and forth on him.

“O-ohh..” was all you said, staggered and weak, feeling his clothed cock rub against the thin fabrics of your already wet panties. Continuing on moving on him, you kept eye contact with your boyfriend whose lifted one hand to brush lovingly over your cheek, mouthing ‘i love you’. You smiled and silently said it back before leaning in to kiss him again. 

One thing you loved a lot during foreplay was when Soonyoung massaged your ass. How he roughly kneaded the flesh and spread the cheeks, causing your folds to spread as well. And the feeling of them being slick and sticky while he would do that, turned you on. On top of that you were sitting on his lap at the moment, riding him, knowing too well that with each passing second, your juice would soak his underwear more and more. 

Holding your face in place, his kisses went from the corner of your mouth to your blushed cheek, further to your earlobe and lower to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere his mouth would reach, sometimes sucking softly at the spots he knew you liked, resulting him to receive moans from his girlfriend. He wanted your reactions to be louder. Not only for the recording but also for himself. He just needed the confirmation that he was doing the right thing. While Soonyoung bit down on your shoulder, his hand left your face and before you could ask, his thumb hook under the strap of your negligee, letting it slid down your arm and exposing your breast. He placed his hand on your mound and started kneading it.

Gasping, your hands found his hair and while your hips were still rocking back and forth on him, you tugged at his strands, causing him to let out a low groan. You felt his fingertips pinch your nipple and you arched your back, asking for more as your chest pushed into his hand. Soonyoung smirked against your collarbone and without a warning, he smacked your ass, filling the room with a loud sound and followed by your surprised yelp.

You had to stop yourself from saying your boyfriend’s name out loud. Soonyoung noticed it and chuckled before grabbing the hem of your soft gown and pulling it over your head. The moment the cold room temperature made contact with your heated body, a cold shiver ran down your spine and Soonyoung watched how your nipples slowly hardened at the cold air. Carefully taking one of your arms, he kissed over your goosebumps, his eyes telling you that you won’t feel cold much longer and you gave him a nod.

He motioned you to get up so that you two could remove the last piece of clothes on your bodies. Once it was done, you got a condom from the night stand but when you started to rip it open, you heard your boyfriend make a disapproving noise. “Uh uh….” pointing at his lap, he wanted you to sit down again. Without aligning himself, you got into your previous position and moved your hips again but now the feeling was more intense without the fabrics in the way. Letting your wet folds spread your juice along his erect cock felt amazing. 

Faint curses left both of your lips as his grip on your ass tighten, spreading your cheeks again and with every motion, you felt your clit rub delicately against his pelvis. While your body shivered with pleasure, Soonyoung enjoyed the view you were offering his dark eyes. He could watch you like this all the time and he really loved the soft mewls you made for him.

Whenever he was alone at his home and felt horny, he would open your blog on his phone and listen to one of your recordings as he would pump himself. He saved two of you getting off with a vibrator. Those recordings were gold in his opinion because the microphone seemed right beside your mouth so the sound from the toy wasn’t too loud and he could enjoy your moans to the fullest. Although those recordings would often be very short because of course you knew the best where to stimulate to get off. And if you reached your orgasm fast, he knew how horny you were since you were bad in edging yourself. You were too weak. Whenever you wanted something, you wanted it as soon as possible. The only person who could tease you and still hear a sincere ‘I love you’ afterwards was him. Only him. 

With another smack on your ass, his hands found their way to your chest, now massaging your breasts with both hands and connecting your mouthes again. Taking your lower lip between his teeth, he groaned lowly, heightening your arousal even more. 

“Ahh… baby….” you whined as you wanted more, still thinking of the condom beside your leg that was halfway ripped open. Soonyoung didn’t have to ask because he knew exactly what you wanted. Even though he wanted to tease you more, he felt a little impatient himself so he took the foil package and ripped it open. 

Hearing it, you automatically stopped and lifted yourself so he could put the condom on. Seeing him do that, your mouth watered. You felt thankful that Soonyoung chose not to tease you today. You wanted to feel the delicious stretch and now you could finally get it. 

“Get it, kitten.” He licked his lip while pumping himself, waiting for you to move and sink down on him. You didn’t need another word from him as you quickly moved and shuddered when the tip of his cock nudged your entrance, holding tightly onto his shoulders. You swallowed thickly before moving a little lower, feeling the head push in and out a little. It was like an unspoken ritual between the two of you. A little taste of what was to come. After a couple of seconds, you finally sank down on him with a high pitched gasp. Soonyoung let his head rest on the headboard, his neck on full display for you as you saw his adam’s apple bob up and down. He tried his best to suppress his swearings. No matter how often you two fucked each other, he would never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of your bodies being intertwined. Connected in the best way possible. 

He couldn’t explain how you would still be this tight even after your longest session of 3 hours a year ago. Long teasing, long edging, the roles switched several times, there was the use of different toys, even a bigger dildo than his size but your walls would still swallow his cock the same way it did when you two had your first time. 

After adjusting to him, you started riding him, switching from jumping up and down and rocking back and forth whenever your thighs started to burn. You put your hands on his chest and slowly scratched over it with your fingernails, causing him to snap his head and look at you with such a dark expression that you could have come right then and there. His eyes were half covered with his bangs as his eyes traveled lower to your breasts, leaning forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and immediately sucking at it harshly, making you moan and wrapping your arms around his head. His other hand was pinching your other nipple and you had a difficult time to keep your rhythm. 

You felt your sensitive nub rub against Soonyoung’s pelvis and the familiar fire became stronger. “F-fuck… just like that.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice. It was much higher. And then again, originally you wanted to have control today. You would agree instantly if anyone would ask you if you were sex addicted. Because sex with Soonyoung was the best you’ve ever had. He always made sure that you felt the same pleasure as him. That you would come the same amount as him or even more often. He wasn’t selfish at all and loved to make you feel good.

He bit down on your mound, making you whine surprised when suddenly he flipped you over so he was now hovering over you, smirking down. His lustful gaze made you instinctually press your thighs together to feel some friction but you couldn’t since his legs were between them. Carefully taking your hands and placing them above your head, he held them secure with one arm as he slowly pushed inside of you again. Your moans were swallowed in a heated kiss, Soonyoung didn’t waste any time because he instantly moved in and out if you, giving the penetration you needed and could never do the same when you were on top. It was less friction on your clit but when he wanted, he would hit that specific spot deep within that made you see stars. But for that, he had to thrust upwards a little.

The room was filled with noises of skin smacking against skin, your whines and his low moans. Also the bed which was slightly squeaking with every hard thrust. His cock slid in and out of your warm walls like the missing piece of a jigsaw. He fit perfectly and knew how to make you lose your mind. 2 years ago he told you that he could make you come without moving inside of you and he succeeded. First you were laughing over his words but when he continued to whisper filthy things in your ear, you got more and more aroused until you came with a high pitched scream of his name. He owned such power over you.

The moment you heard him growl like a tiger, you felt his teeth sink down on your neck and with a broken yelp, you arched your back, causing him to hit your g-spot with his next thrust and you choked on your own spit, not knowing if you wanted to get away or more of it. It felt too much to handle but at the same time you wanted more. His tongue licked over the bite mark, soothing the sting before sucking at another spot. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and so was his. Soonyoung’s hips kept snapping against you, resulting in your moans rising in pitch. “You… feel so good…” he breathed hotly against your skin as he thrusted upwards, now without a break, over and over. 

You gasped loudly and absentmindedly fought against his grip on your wrists, feeling the tension getting stronger. Your orgasm was close. Squeezing your eyes shut, your thighs started to shake while your boyfriend still fucked you hard and deep, chasing his own release. The way your walls literally sucked in his cock and how your legs were trembling made Soonyoung more than proud. That was his girl. His pretty little vixen. 

Getting onto his knees, he grabbed your hips and fucked you in such a force, you had to silence your screams against the back of your hand which was secured over your mouth, your knuckles turning white as your other hand nearly ripped your sheets. Right before Soonyoung came, he licked his thumb and placed it on your clit, giving you the final stimulation before you two came almost at the same time, your walls milking him relentlessly. He felt how more and more cum filled the condom he was wearing, his abs twitching with every squirt. 

Your legs couldn’t stop shaking even when Soonyoung slowed down his movements until he came to a halt. You both tried to catch your breaths, unable to speak. Neither of you moved for a while until he carefully pulled out of you, rubbing soothing circles over your hip. A soft shine left your lips when you felt empty again. 

Your boyfriend rolled on his back beside you, a satisfied expression on his face. It took you a moment until your breathing was almost normal again and you felt the black haired boy next to you shift, making you open your eyes and look at him. He softly covered your arm with kisses until he reached your shoulder and nuzzled his face cutely against it like a cat. “It was amazing. It always is with you.”

Making a kissing face, he understood and gave you one. When your lips separated, your two smiled at each other. You loved him with every fibre in your body. The sweaty hair that was sticking at his face didn’t make him less attractive, instead it made Soonyoung even sexier. 

Shaking you out of your lovey-dovey thoughts, he cocked his head to the microphone and you made an understanding noise. Slowly getting up as your legs and core were still sore.

You turned off the recording program and watched how the red light slowly faded. Soonyoung was propped on his elbows, his eyes on his softening cock. “You told me before that it’s addictive to update your blog and I have to agree. It’s like having sex in public but at the same time, it isn’t. Although….” He poked his cock, his finger touching the white fluid outside and inside the condom. “I wouldn’t mind, trying that out one day.” He looked at your back when you turned around to face him, a mischievous smile on your still swollen lips. “Me neither.”

Soonyoung clicked his tongue and winked at you, making you giggle. “Next time?”

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10 + 1 Wangxian Recs - Theme Cloud Recesses Era Getting Together

I am currently mostly in MDZS (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) fandom. And fully and wholeheartily shipping Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian. And since I have collected 2000+ Wangxian bookmarks on AO3 I thought it was high time to pick out some of my favourite fics to Recommend. But since it is hard to pic just a few I decided to separate them into themes.

This time it is Wangxian getting together as teenagers during the Cloud Recesses Studying Arc. So don't be suprised if any of these fics contain underage sex.

Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21641446

Summary:Wei Wuxian discovers a new kind of pornography which makes him very curious. Luckily Lan Wangji is there to help.

Romeo, oh! Romeo. Whyfore art thou-WEI WUXIAN?!?! by mondengel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23081920

Summary:WangXian happens a lot sooner and Lan Qiren is suffering.

The Secret Life Of Lan Wangji by Dei_Starr (DeiStarr), DeiStarr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26503048

Summary:Teenage Lan Wangji keeps a journal to help him organize his thoughts.Then Wei Ying shows up, and throws his carefully-ordered world into chaos. He has no idea what's happening; what is wrong with him; Wei Ying must be doing something to cause this - clearly, it's all his fault! Wangji's body just keeps doing strange things without his permission and it's all very confusing and upsetting.With a little help, he eventually figures things out. But next thing he knows; before he even notices what he's been doing, he realizes all of his journal entries have started turning into porn. It's all very disturbing; especially because it just keeps happening.Eventually he gives in and starts keeping a record of every smutty thought he has; every last filthy detail about what he wishes he could do to Wei Ying. (He's the only one that will ever read it, so it's fine. It'll just be his dirty little secret.)Except that Wei Ying wants to know everything about Lan Zhan; in the course of his snooping, he just might end up learning more than he bargained for!

Maybe We Should by petiteneko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22659871

Summary:Wei WuXian is having trouble dealing with the accusations Jiang WanYin has thrown his way.

Double Dare by malkinmalkout

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22032478

Summary:For a prank Jiang Cheng dares Nie Huaisang to pretend he has a crush on Lan Wangji. This results in Wei Wuxian having a few realisations about his own feelings.

My Boyfriend Is So Talented by Xiao_Zhang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27527140

Summary:Lan WangJi failed to restrain himself and gave in to his lust. He took Wei WuXian right then and there at the Library Pavilion, indirectly confessing his feelings to Wei WuXian. This one mishap changes not only the relationship between the boys but also the people around them.Or : What follows if chapter 117 Incense Burner - Library Pavilion happened for real.

Losing My Mind by pupeez4eva

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21792202

Summary:On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother.One thing's for certain - there is no way he's leaving this with his sanity intact.(Or, where Jiang Cheng has a lot of regrets, Lan Wangji is having an ongoing sexuality crisis, and Wei Wuxian is as oblivious as ever).

Just say yes by edenwolfie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23781133

Summary:Lan Qiren had never had a student he couldn’t improve, and Wei Wuxian would not be the exception, especially not now that his nephew was in love with the troublemaker. He would not allow history to repeat itself.

held still, held here by eicaswrites (Eicas)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29767155

Summary:(Library scene rewrite! D/s au! That's... basically it!)"Tell me to stop," he said, tightening his grip on Wei Ying's hair. Wei Ying winced, but his defiant stare did not waver. For the first time since Lan Wangji had met him, his mouth stayed stubbornly shut. Lan Wangji nodded."Punishment," he continued, barely able to hear himself over the roaring in his ears, "For inappropriate behaviour.""And you call me shameless, Lan Zhan?" he said, with a shadow of the teasing from before, belied by the breathless quality of his voice, the uncharacteristic stillness of his body.

teeth on my waist (i come undone) by martyrsdaughter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28887657

Summary:His eyes follow the length of Wei Wuxian’s body, all the way down to his toes and back up to his eyes again. Wei Wuxian thought that only happened to maidens seconds from being ravished and forced to present in those lascivious novels Nie Huaisang’s been passing around. Or maybe he’s unfamiliar because he’s not a buxom maiden?“Wei Ying is sure he will put them on their back.”Wei Wuxian tilts his head, grinning. “Yeah. Aren’t you?”Lan Zhan just looks at him.

To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21097151

Summary:Madam Yu comes to Cloud Recesses. Lan Xichen is woken to be told worrying news. Lan WangJi does not break someone's arm. It was dislocated.

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Pembroke

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Based on this prompt! A NYPD Detective won’t leave Y/N alone, so Spencer intervenes. 116 - “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

Warning: Sexual harassment. Sexual wording. Swearing (I think). Just genuinely inappropriate words and behaviour. Blood.

Words: 1, 475

A/N: This related to a TV show... but do you know which?

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“Y/N, maybe after this is through, we can grab a drink?” Detective Pembroke suggested.

If you could go back and punch your past self in the face, you would. Then you’d kick her ass. Then, you’d shot her for good measure. What the hell had you been thinking five years ago? Oh right, you hadn’t been thinking, you had just been horny.

 In fairness, the problem wasn’t that you had a one-night stand, it was, rather, who you had that one-night stand with. Keith Pembroke was a detective who was completely full of himself. A tall man with broad shoulders, dark hair and dark eyes, he was sure he was gods gift to women.

 You had regretted it quickly. On a moment of weakness, you had hooked up with him and from then on, he had tried to hit you up numerously for booty-calls. Your last seven months in the NYPD was a nightmare of avoiding the other Detective before you transferred to join the BAU.

 However, since you had returned to New York, and to the very precinct you had previously been stationed at, Detective Pembroke had been trying to ‘make the move’ on you. He had asked you out for dinner, for lunch, offered to pick you up at your hotel for breakfast. He had suggested grabbing a drink, taking a stroll through the park. He had even outright just suggested you going back to his place for a romp in the sheets.

 All in the space of forty-eight hours.

 It was frustrating to say the least. You had repeatedly told him that you were completely uninterested. He still persisted. You told him you were in a relationship, he didn’t care. He didn’t even care when you pointed out that your boyfriend was on your team, and in the very same precinct.

 Spencer had wanted to step in, but you had practically begged him not to. Firstly, you didn’t want to cause a problem between the BAU team and the NYPD. Secondly, it was nothing you couldn’t put up with for a few days. And finally, Spencer, bless his heart, was a delicate flower. Pembroke wouldn’t be opposed to becoming physical, but Spencer was not a man who used his fists to get his way.

 “As I’ve told you before, Detective Pembroke, I am not interested” you repeated. “Also, its Agent Y/L/N.”

“Come now, one little drink won’t hurt” he pushed, taking hold of your arm and pulling you closer.

“I don’t want to go for a drink with you or socialise with you in any way. I’m not interested. I’m in a happily committed relationship with a man who respects me… why would I go for you?” you snatched your arm back. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m telling you now, honey, you’ll be in my bed again before the week is out” he laughed, his voice following you as you left the room.  

  Spencer had heard what Detective Pembroke had said to his girlfriend, and it infuriated him. Spencer was grown enough to admit he wasn’t the best with dealing with emotions, he could become quite petty with someone when they upset him. However, for Y/N sake, he tried to keep calm around the detective.

 He watched as Y/N left the room and Detective Pembroke, smiling to himself, walked over to where Spencer was standing with two other NYPD officers. While Detective Pembroke knew that Y/N was dating a member of the BAU, she hadn’t been specific about who it was. why? She didn’t want him hounding Spencer, which she wouldn’t put past the man.

 “Still after her, Keith?” One of the officers laughed, sipping at his coffee. “When are you going to give in?”

“When she’s in my bed” Pembroke laughed, grabbing himself a drink.

“She’s told you no multiple times, don’t you think you should respect that?” Spencer asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

 Spencer didn’t understand men like Detective Pembroke. He didn’t understand how a man could view a woman as ‘just a pussy to keep you warm’. The way men like his spoke about women made Spencer sick.

 Spencer was raised to respect women, to appreciate them, to care for them. It was obvious that these men weren’t taught the same.

 Detective Pembroke and the two officers continued to laugh. They continued to speak degradingly about women, and, in particular, about Y/N. Spencer could feel his blood boil. What gave men the right to act this way. If a woman said no, a man should accept that, apologise, and move on. What entitled a man to push for access to a woman’s body, when she didn’t want to give that access? Realising it or not, Detective Pembroke and the officers were promoting rape culture, which, in their line of profession, was something they were meant to be fighting.

 Well, Spencer thought, everyone should be fighting against rape and rape culture.

 They kept speaking, kept saying the disgusting things. They didn’t care if Y/N or any other woman, wasn’t interested. They’d push and push. Spencer’s fists clenched as they laughed, speaking about all the filthy things they’d have Y/N do for them.

 “I can’t wait to have her on her knees for me” Pembroke said, eyes watching Y/N through the window as she spoke with Rossi. “Cock so far down her throat she won’t be able to say ‘No’.”

 It was the straw which broke the camels back, as they say.

  Your attention was suddenly drawn to the breakroom of the NYPD station. You rushed forward, pushing through the doorway and entering the room, mouth open in shock.

 Detective Pembroke was bracing himself against the table, his hand covering his nose but you could clearly see the bloody pouring from between his fingers. His eyes were focused on his attacker. You followed his line of sight and gasped.

 Spencer stood in front of him, an officer holding him back, with blood covering his knuckles. “If a woman says no, they mean no. its not a maybe, its not an invitation to try harder or a request to force them. It. Means. No.”

“What’s going on here?” Lewis Walker, the precinct Captain walked into the room.

Spencer ignored him, continue to speak to Pembroke. “You don’t get to speak to or about women like that, you have no right. Being a man and having a badge does not permit you to encourage rape and rape culture. It’s disgusting. I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Agent, calm down!” Captain Walker ordered, pointing a warning finger at Spencer.

“This is calm, and its Doctor” Spencer corrected him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Detective Pembroke has been sexually harassing Agent Y/L/N since we arrived. Maybe you should take a further look at you detectives and keep a better eye on them.”

 With that, Spencer stormed towards the door, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you with him.

  After the ‘scene’ in the break room, Detective Pembroke hadn’t spoken to you again. Thankfully. The insistent dinner or drinks requests had stopped, and so had the ‘appreciative’ looks which had previously been following your every movement. While you weren’t pleased that it had taken Spencer punching him and calling him and his captain out in front of everyone to stop him, you were happy that he did at least stop.

 Spencer hadn’t gotten in any real trouble for his behaviour. Hotch had taken him aside and had a word, but that was more for appearances sake. Everyone was aware of how Pembroke had treated you, and none of them were sorry to see him with a broken nose.

 Stepping out of the interview room and into the bullpen of the precinct, you smiled at Spencer. “All three kids are home safe, and Mr and Mrs Hobbins confessed.”

“Well done, I’m so proud of you” Spencer smiled, reaching for you.

 His hands cupped your face and he pulled you in a for a sweet, loving kiss. The kiss is gentle and soft, but your toes curl in you heels. You love it when Spencer kisses you. Its like electricity hums down your spine and your chest expands as you take in a breath of fresh air which is all him.

 “Come on” Spencer says, pulling back from the kiss. “Let’s go get a decent coffee and a doughnut to celebrate. I think there’s a Starbucks down the block.”

 It as he’s pulling you towards the door that you catch sight of Detective Pembroke. He’s looking at you both in shock. Obviously, he hadn’t worked out that Spencer was your boyfriend, even after he threw a punch for you. Some detective he was.

 You shook you head, casting him out of your mind as you happily followed after your boyfriend. Starbucks coffee and a doughnut sounded great.

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXXIX

It was a love story from the very beginning

"You, me... And Sam."

Hello my friends!!! How are you? I feel much better now thanks to all your asks and your memes and your cracks, I adore them all!

Okay, putting that to a side, and still dreaming about how Jensen will give us the ending we all deserve, let's continue with this analysis, because is time to talk about the mixtape.

From butterflies in the stomach and Foreshadows of the new God

When the episode starts, there's a hint of what Jack's mission is. But coming out from Dagon's mouth, it became like a real bad future.

Dagon: Yeah. And he's not gonna stop there. Every sad, weak human, every tight-ass angel, every sniveling demon they'll all be consumed. So go ahead. Play your games. But whether you're healthy or sick, filthy or clean, He will be born. Good times.

Is almost the contrary to what Jack will actually do for the world. He will consume but it will be Chuck's powers until the last drop of it. And against Dagon's speech, he will save each demon and angel and restore everything.

Now, let's talk about CAS coming back to the bunker...

Gif credit @godshipsit

I think his face is saying everything here. The one entering in the bunker after go MIA, was Cas', so, Dean's face is scandalous.

Imagine that suddenly your disappeared crush enters through the door without previous announcement. Of cour we can read the bumping heart allnover Dean's cheek, his eyes went wide, in surprise. 'Is CAS!'

He was so worried this whole time, thinking the worst could happen to him, and now CAS is there, alive.

But his reaction to it will be completely different to Sam's reaction. This was settled to make us see the difference between how a friend would react and how a lover would react. Blatant.

Sam: Hey. You're all right. Um – Where have you been?

Sam is asking as a friend, but Dean, Dean doesn't...

Dean: Let me rephrase that for Sam. Where the hell have you been? And why have you ignored our phone calls?

Okay, let's just stop here, this is the way a wife will ask her husband. But because we are talking about Dean, we can see his shield. His shield is US/WE, his shield is SAM, because he wants to drag his brother into the feeling of being desperately worried. Because recognize that DEAN WAS THE ONLY ONE ALMOAT LOOSING HIS HEAD TRYING TO KNOW IF CAS WAS ALIVE OR WHWRE HE WAS IA SHOWING WEAKNESS, IS SHOWING HIS TRUE FEELINGS FOR THE ANGEL. So, the theme of the I/ME vs the WE/US is perfectly written all over this episode.

Castiel: Where I was, the – the reception was, uh, poor.

Dean: No bars? No bars. That's his excuse. Wow.

Castiel: I was in Heaven. I was working with the angels. When I saw Dagon had captured Kelly, I-I thought they could help.

Okay Castiel is proving he is lying by himself here, because he said first he had not signal, and now, he heard one of the so many voice mails Dean had left in his phone.

Sam: And?

Castiel: Nothing.

Sam: Well, at least you're back. We're glad you're back

And be prepared again for the difference between the friend and the JILTED lover.

Dean: Really? No, I'm sorry. Okay, 'cause while you were striking out in Heaven, we had a shot at Dagon, and we lost.

Maybe Dean was waiting Sam to second him in his anger. But it was only in Dean's heart, the deception, and the recalling of so many days be worried about CAS. Because that's what romantic love makes you be.

Castiel: I know. I received your messages.

This was like a bomb for Dean...

Dean: Oh, you did – you did receive the messages? Okay, that's good.

Sarcasm...

Castiel: Dean.

Gif credit @starlightcastiel

Dean can't handle the pain in his heart of being rejected and ignored by Castiel, so he searches for his shield again: We/Us/Sam and me.

Dean: So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us? That's great. 'Cause we really could've used the backup. But, uh, you were too busy with, um (Clicks tongue) What was it? Nothing?

Castiel: Dean, I –

Dean: What the hell is wrong with you, man? You know, whatever. That's (Chuckles) Yeah. Welcome back. (walks away)

Dean is so mad with CAS. And is blatant that his reaction is totally different to Sam's.

The Mixtape as a way to reciprocate Castiel's confession, and the desperate attempt to make CAS to stay by his side.

Okay, we are now in the scene. I'm sure this scene had been dissected by many meta writers. I won't say new things, but i will point a little to their body languages.

Okay, the scene starts with Castiel knocking at Dean's door to give him back the mixtape, so jus aknowledged there that Dean gave CAS a freaking mixtape, which doesn't have another meaning that ROMANTIC. But we can assume Castiel doesn't get this human's customaries, also, we can assume he does, because boop culture that Metatron out at once in his head... So...

After Dean, without looking at him, because he is mad and now he has to handle this angel lack of knowledge about WHAT GIFTING A MIXTAPE MEANS, he said "It's a gift, you keep those."

And Castiel gets nervous.

Gif credit @stardustcas

The swallow and the way he opens his mouth again to breathe and maybe to say something else, but he stopped himself. Castiel is nervous. I thought at first because he has to find the Colt, and he knew Dean kept it in his room. But we know now that it wasn't just that. He was flustered because the intimacy of the situation with the man he loves.

Castiel looks around before attempting to leave, maybe searching for the Colt, but then Dean starts talking:

Dean: Cas, you can't – With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay.

And in the middle of the intimate scene, awkward moment, Dean needs his shield more than never.

Castiel: Well, I didn't mean to add to your distress. I – Dean, I just keep failing. Again and again. When you were taken, I searched for months and I couldn't find you. And then Kelly escaped on my watch, and I couldn't find her. And I just wanted I needed to come back here with a win for you. For myself.

This speech is so important, because it shows how depressed Castiel felt, how uneasy. How unworthy. He needed to be useful. So he decided to start alone this dangerous journey that will end in his death. He also mentions the win. Because he didn't know he will be always Dean's win, as we will see in episode 13x06 when CAS comes back to Dean alive.

After they talk about Dragon, and Cas' asks if Sam and Dean are willing to kill an innocent, because that's dirty work, that's the mission CAS had taken in his own shoulders, Dean says this...

Dean: We will find a better way.

Castiel: You mean, we?

Gif set credit @deanwinchestrs

Cas points at Dean with the mixtape, because he wants to clarify if Dean is referring to them, to JUST CAS AND DEAN. YOU AND ME. THE TWO OF US. And Dean is now the flustered one. Look at Dean's face, being in just one spot, recognizing that the shield can be broken, that he is talking about CAS and him. Is too intimate. Too different. So his face is burning. And even so, the words are out. 'Yes, dumbass, we.'

What was this? This was an attempt coming from Castiel to get to know Dean's feelings. Pointing with the mixtape to just Dean and him. Not Sam here. Not shield. And Dean goes for it. Goes for that WE: YOU AND ME.

But then, Dean backtraks

Gif set credit @stardustcas

He starts explaining the WE, avoiding Castiel's gaze, he goes... 'You, me...' and then he tilts his head, and adds the shield back again: 'and Sam.'

The second gif is showing Dean backtracking, Because is too intimate, is too risky, he is standing on the edge between friendship and something else. He can't cross that line. Mostly because he is not sure about Castiel's feelings for him, and more now, after seeing how CAS ignored him for so long. Dean is like:

"What am I doing? Let's mention Sam here, and turn this into no homo conversation."

But the nervousness is all over the scene, i got nervous watching it because the awkward moment!

Gif set credit @stardustcas

More nervousness. Dean's flustered eyes. The swallowing. The attempt of staring into those blue eyes of the man he loves. (The butterflies in the stomach, the heart beating fast, the dry mouth) trying to make the conversation more normal, but their faces are loud.

Vas says he likes that and then Dean is more frustrated than never and his dry mouth is asking for a beer, or maybe he find a way out from the awkward moment, the gay moment. He needs to breathe. He almost let his guard down with this angel. And the desperate way to say STAY WITH ME. DON'T GO AWAY AGAIN. To his angel.

Castiel engages with a seductive look in the middle of the sexual tension

Sam: I mean, how did Cass even get the Colt out of the safe in the first place?

Dean drops his head. Sam raises an eyebrow

Sam Dean, you – you put the Colt back in the safe, right? Dean?

Dean: It was under my pillow. It – I like to keep it close. (Sighs) He came into my room and he played me.

Okay i can even explain the intimacy of this. Even if CAS didn't know about this and he just went searching all over Dean's room. Mention this after the huge scene full of romantic tension, has a meaning. Again: INTIMACY. And adding the "He played me" to all of this is another symbol way to show theme audience this was like that scene between the guy and his crush, in wich his crush takes advantage of it and plays him by stealing something from him. Yes.

Finally, when they find CAS... This scene...

Gif credit @stardustcas

Dean is mad, very mad at him. Because Castiel really played him. But... Look at the scene. Look at Castiel's gaze: PURE SEDUCTION. He maybe is aware of the effect he causes on Dean. And after the mixtape scene, he goes for it. Seduction as if they were in their first seasons together. And Dean is muted, and stares at him, then checks him out, and they're in their own sexual tension world, until Sam calls him. But he has to calls him twice because his brother is too embedded into Castiel's hot behavior.

But don't forget Dean is mad at him. So now, is Dean the one playing around with CAS. Throwing the keys at him and making him almost loose his stability to reach them.

Closing the circle

When Dean and Sam reach Castiel again in the middle of a battle with Dragon, Dean's desperation when Dagon is about to smite Castiel is high level.

But then Jack saves the day, not just showing CAS the future (the ending of season 15) but also, Jack gave him powers to finish Dagon.

Then, the scene in wich Castiel heals Dean is full of intimacy again. The lingerie touch, rubbing fingers. Because Dean is moving his hand slowly away from CAS touch but he ended by letting his hand to feel Castiel's rubbing his fingers. To let Castiel to heal him.

And then, CAS is gone again.

To Conclude:

12x19: The Future has Destiel all over it. Dean mad at him, reaching the level of a JILTED lover. Dean way to protect himself from another rejection using the WE/US/SAM shield. Just because he can't handle it. The doubts about Cas' feelings, and the way the angel always find to go MIA, makes his heart stutter.

The mixtape scene is one of the most emblematic. The nervousness is all over their faces, and Misha and Jensen transmite perfectly the romantic tension between the two characters and goes straight to our hearts, making us feel awkward and flustered too.

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Buenos Aires, November 24th 2020, 9:36 PM

[elivanah-writes]

Happier -3-

pairing: Mob!James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x reader / Juan ‘Juice’ Ortiz x Reader

warnings: angst, talk of cheating, heatbreak

part 1 / part 2 / masterlist 

During the next few weeks y/n kept thinking about that little run-in at the hospital, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. And for some reason, she didn’t tell Bucky about it, she wasn’t sure how he’d react. Bucky never hide what he thought of Juice, in his eyes Juice was a coward, an asshole for doing what he did to her. Yes, he knows all about her feelings for him, that in a way she’d always love that idiot. The look in his eyes, how he looked at her baby bump, that look of pain wouldn’t leave her mind and every time it broke her heart again. She still loved him more than she thought, making her even more confused than that she already was, she was in love with Bucky and Juice. She didn’t know what to do, for once she had the feeling that she couldn’t talk to Bucky about it, she was hopeless. So she did the only thing she could think of, there was one other person that had always been there for her when she needed someone to listen or give her a new perspective on something. So after a quick phone call, she sneaked out of the house without someone seeing her, after spending so much time in this well-protected house she had found ways to sneak around without anybody seeing her. And the fact that Juice used to teach her how to hack into security systems helped her a lot too. 

There was one place she would always feel safe and at home, that wasn’t a person but a small lookout over Charming, if you even looked closely you could see even Teller-Morrow from there.

“You look like shit sweetheart.” a voice called out from behind her making her jump a bit in her spot.

“Yeah well, I feel like shit too mama, I don’t know what to do,” she said without looking in the woman’s direction.

“That’s why you called me baby. Tell me what’s on your mind, it’s clear to see that you’re struggling with something” she sighs as she sits down next to y/n on the bench under the tree. “There’s so much Gemma, I’m just so confused. I love James, I really do but seeing Juan at the hospital the other day, how he looked at me made me realize that I still love him too. I love that asshole so much even if he broke my heart. And the way he looked at me, his eyes were filled with pain Gemma. I thought he was happy, happier without me.” she breathed out.

“That’s some deep shit you’re in sweetheart,” she said while lighting a cigarette before continuing “I don’t think he is happy, he hides it just really well behind that pretty smile of his. But that isn’t going to help you, it’s in the past sweetheart. Don’t break your head over it, I love you and I loved you together with Juice but I do think it’s for the best if you forget about him. You have that James guy now and it seems like he’s taking really good care of you, you’re having a kid with him.” she says before getting up again. “ Want my advice sweetheart? Cover up that crow on your wrist and move out of Charming with your new guy.” 

Gemma started to walk back to her car until the words that slipt from y/n lips stopped her in her tracks. “Juice is the father, not James.”

“Oh, shit” she curses as she walks back to her and sits back down next to her.

The two of them sat down in silence looking over at Charming for a long time. Y/n could feel the phone in her pocket vibrate multiple times and she knew it would be Bucky calling her but she couldn’t get herself to pick up, she couldn’t talk to him right now.

“Does your guy know it’s not his?” Gemma asks, breaking the silence.

“Yeah he does, we weren’t together yet when I found out I was pregnant. He knows I still love that idiot too. He’s not happy about it but he understands.”

“But you didn’t tell him that you saw Juice at the hospital” she states more than asked.

“Yeah, he doesn’t. It’s clear as day what he thinks about Juice, I don’t want him to have the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea? Sweetheart, you’re still in love with your ex. He’s jealous and frankly, he has every right to be unless you forget about your feelings for Juice. But you should tell Juice about the baby, It changes a lot. just tell him and hear him out okay” Gemma said and then she was gone just as fast as she had come. 

As soon as she’s alone she starts to cry, Gemma was right, she couldn’t go on loving two guys at the same time. She needed to leave the past in the past. But that was harder done than said, it seemed like Juice wasn’t as happy as she first thought he was. But why? Why wasn’t he if he was the one to fuck up, he cheated on her?

In the end, she was just more confused about everything. She took a deep breath, wiped her tears that had fallen away, and got up. 

There was only one thing she could think of to do right now, she needed to talk to Bucky, confess to him what had happened because they had always said there would never be secrets between them. They could figure this out, they could take Gemma’s advice and just leave Charming together, start a new life somewhere far from old memories, old wounds.

The driveway was filled with cars when she arrived back home, ‘there must be something going on’ she thought to herself as she walked up the driveway and inside the house.

The first thing she heard was yelling, it was utter chaos in the house and nobody noticed her walking in. Bucky was screaming at the top of his lungs to his men, there was definitely something going on, she couldn’t clearly hear what he was saying but it was clear that he was pissed off about something. Bucky and his men sat in his office with the door slightly open so she could easily walk closer without anyone noticing. She rested her back against the wall right beside the door, it wasn’t that she wanted to eavesdrop but she wanted to know what was going on. Besides his office door was never closed, at least not for her, like he had said before, there would never be secrets between them. But what she heard made her doubt that statement, it seemed like that Bucky had a very big secret for her.

“You can all fucking make sure that you find her! I have worked my ass off to get her here, I fucking threatened that wanna be biker of hers so I’d get her for myself! I can’t let her slip from my fingers now!” he growled at his men. 

y/n didn’t know what she was hearing, Bucky threatened Juice? Why would he do that? Why was he talking about her like she was some possession, an object? She didn’t know she was crying until her sight was cloudy and everything got quiet around her and slipped down the wall until she sat down. 

“Doll? What’s wrong, why are you crying?” the familiar voice of Bucky sounded close by but she didn’t look up at him until she felt his fingers lifting her chin before he wiped her tears away. She wanted to ask so much but the words didn’t leave her lips, it was like she didn’t know how to speak. She could feel Bucky freeze in front of her in realization. “How much have you heard?” he almost whispered. 

“Enough. Why Bucky? Did you really threaten Juan? Do you even really love me?” she cries out suddenly finding her courage making him pull back a bit. 

“Come on, let’s go into the living room, I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” he says as he pulls her to her feet and walks with her to the leather couches. 

But instead of sitting down at her usual spot next to him she moved around the coffee table and sat down in the armchair that was the furthest from where Bucky sat down. Bucky sighed when she didn’t sit down next to him but then again he couldn’t really blame her.

“To answer your question, yes I did threaten Juan, at least I made him a deal. Your precious sons of anarchy bikers wanted you safe and they needed help to do that so they came to me. I was the only one who could keep you safe from the dangers that you were in.” He started to explain

“What was the deal? What did you get from it?” 

“You, it got me you. My sister had a thing for your guy, Juan, so the deal was that if Juan slept with her and broke your heart while doing it then I would make sure you got every protection you needed, which wasn’t actually much,” he said with not much emotion in his voice. 

Y/n didn’t know what she heard, he was the reason Juice cheated on her?

“What? You forced Juice to cheat on me just because your sister had a stupid crush on him?!” she asked, raising her voice as she got up from the chair ready to leave.

“I can’t believe you! I thought you were different, that I could trust you. You even said that there weren’t any secrets between us. I thought our love was real!” she cried 

“I didn’t do it for my sister, I wanted what was best for you! I did this because I love you!” he said as he got up from the couch too, it was clear he was starting to get angry too.

“Oh, that’s oh so romantic James! You didn’t even know me back then so stop lying and tell me the truth!” she said rolling her eyes at him.

“I AM TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! I have had my eyes on you for years, ever since you still lived in Brooklyn. I have wanted you since then, loved you since then. Then you moved to Charming and met that filthy biker with that ridiculous name, watch you fall in love with him. You were slipping from my fingers. I had to do something to make you mine. So yeah I send that guy to make it seem like you were in danger so I could step in and play the savior.” he growled as he walked up to her and cornered her against the wall and looked her straight in the eye with both hands next to her face. The look in his eyes was something she had never seen before, she’d be lying if she said that it didn’t scare her. For the first time since she knew him, she was somewhat afraid of him. 

“You stalked me? How could you do this to me? I really loved you” she softly sobbed.

“Please don’t cry doll, we can move past this. Isn’t our love enough?” he softly smiled at her as he wiped a tear away. The change in him almost gave her a whiplash, he went from sweet to angry to sweet again in the manner of minutes.

“I don’t think we can. You don’t love me, your love is an obsession. Whenever we have even a small disagreement you just buy me stuff as a way to apologize, ever since I moved in we almost never do things together, you’re already working before breakfast. I just never saw how much you have changed me, this isn’t me James, you turned me into someone you wanted me to be, the stay-at-home mom that just plays the good housewife. What you did was wrong, I was happy with Juice and if you truly loved me you wouldn’t have messed with that!” she growled at him as her anger returned bigger than ever and pushed herself from between his arms.

Before he could respond she had ran out of the living room, the stairs and into their shared bedroom where she quickly packed a bag of her essentials before coming down again. Bucky wasn’t in the living room when she came down, he was in his office again typing away on his computer. 

“I’m leaving James, I can’t do this anymore. We’re done” she says not waiting for a response and walking out of the front door.

As soon as the front door falls shut behind her he screams out, letting his anger all out as he wipes his arm over his desk throwing everything on the floor. 

He wouldn’t leave it like this, he wasn’t letting her go that easily. He’d get her back one way or another, whatever it may take.

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[daisychainsinthespring]

The Date.

Steve Rogers was nervous. After Loki cancelled his date with Darcy, she had wrangled him into going with her instead. Steve had made a quick change into the only suit he owned (navy with a white button up, which Darcy found equal parts hilarious and patriotic for some reason), and then bundled Darcy, in her beautiful navy swing dress (they matched and he couldn’t help but think it was adorable), into the car. Once they reached the restaurant they had quickly been ushered to their table. Things were going well. It didn’t feel like a date at all. If he changed out the venue for her couch, the food for some Ben and Jerry’s, and their clothes for pajamas, it could easily have been any other night spent in each other's company. Which was precisely why he was so nervous. Had they really been unofficially dating for that long without him noticing? He couldn’t still be that bad with women. The one positive of this realisation was that it finally gave him the courage to look across the table, into her impossibly blue eyes, and tell her the truth, “Y’know how long I’ve wanted to do this with you? God Darce, I love you so much, you don’t even know the half of it”. Mentally he cringed at the confession. Way to make it smooth Rogers, he chastised. But she wasn’t looking at him in disgust. No, she gazed upon him tenderly, in a way that no one, not even Peggy, had looked at him before.

Darcy Lewis was nervous. After finally getting Steve into a suit that, with his Louboutin dress shoes, very much fit the stereotype of what Captain America would wear on a date, and heading over to the restaurant she was nervous. Darcy didn’t actually realise that she had basically forced him into a date with her until they were midway to the restaurant, and by then it was too late to bow out and recognise his choice in the matter. To be fair, he had gone with her. That had to be a positive, it’s not like she could actually force him to do anything against his will. Now finally, after finishing their meal she could tell Steve was working up the courage to say something. It was this not knowing, of whether it was exactly what she had not allowed herself to even hope for or a gentle rejection, that had the butterflies in her stomach throwing a damn rave. After he finally did work up the nerve to say his bit, she was left in utter shock. Steve Rogers was in love with her? Oh shit, Steve Rogers was in love with her. She took in his jacket, gaze sweeping over his hair before coming to meet his eyes. The eye contact alone was intimate in the most exhilarating way. “You love me?” she breathed out, “I thought...well I mean...you’re you...and I’m...me...regular old Darcy...are you sure you don’t want a super sexy spy?”. Wow so smooth Darce, she thought to herself, that was real eloquence on display right there. Steve chuckled a bit before shaking his head slowly, so as to not startle her, “Naw. Darcy, I love you. I am… well I would be... happy with you. If you’d have me? I know the avenging can be a lot but I really think this... you...us...could work”. He looked so damn hopeful in that second, an emotion that she knew rarely graced his face, that she just couldn’t say no, “Well I am fairly certain that turning down The Great Captain America counts as high treason. Anyway I love you too, so it would be really weird if I said no”.

It was quiet for a moment between them, each feeling content in their little bubble, before Darcy asked, “So am I rationed now? Isn’t that what you old timers called it back in the day?”. Steve, in response, could only whine, “I mean yes, technically. Oh god you’re not going to let that go are you?”. Darcy smiled back mischievously, which was really the only answer that he needed.

Loki was feeling victorious. He had pulled some strings to gain access to the security cameras in the front lobby of Avengers Tower and was thrilled to see that his plan had worked. At first, when the new couple had come back from their date shyly holding hands, he had been worried that The Captain hadn’t worked up the courage to confront his feelings for The Lady Darcy after all. But upon watching him push her up against the wall next to the elevators and give her a truly filthy kiss that deeply conflicted with his golden boy image, Loki knew he had succeeded. Oh yes, the things they would get up to together would do him proud. After all, mischief came in many forms.

[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Sincerely, Always Yours

Chapter 44

Chapter 43

When Sander woke up that morning, his head felt like it’d explode. He didn’t have that moment when people slowly realize what happened, no, for him it was sudden and as soon as he opened his eyes, his thoughts started working again, running like they were on a marathon.

He was laying on top of the body whose owner was peacefully sleeping.

Sander was in a very difficult situation and he already knew, trying to get up from here would be a scary battle.

There were arms tightly wrapped around his waist and back, and legs intertwined with his own, creating almost an impossible pose to get away.

Before he’d start thinking of what happened and what they have done, he knew he needed to get up. He didn’t know why but he just knew he shouldn’t been there.

When he tried to pull his head up just a little bit he realized how hard it was really going to be.

He managed to take a quick glance at the boy’s face but right after he moved, he was immediately pressed down by Robbe’s arms on his chest again, pulling him closer in his sleep.

He gulped and decided to not move for a while.

Sander hates to admit but he doesn’t want to leave this warmth. Finally, for the first time in his life he got everything he wanted, even if it was only for a few hours and even if it was wrong.

For Sander it wasn’t but he can’t be sure about Robbe.

A part of him thinks that Robbe saw how desperate he was and that’s why he did it.

Even Sander himself said that it wouldn’t mean anything if they kissed, of course he lied.

His heart is racing, terrified that Robbe will wake up and he will have to face him. He needs to get away so he can think clearly of what will going to happen next.

The fact that he has no idea what the other boy must be thinking doesn’t help at all.

He looked up again, it was a dream come true. He had everything he wanted right there and ironically he has to run away from it, from him.

The boy he was in love with looked amazing when he was sleeping, angelic even, so calm and relaxed but Sander knew it wouldn’t last for long, he’d only stay calm until he’d wake up.

Sander carefully tried to brush his arms off of himself but didn’t have any luck. Robbe sighed in his sleep and put his arms a little bit up on Sander’s back.

He was tangled, there was no way he could get away.

It was funny really, how Sander was acting like his one part of the brain which was telling him to get up as fast as he could and how Robbe was unconsciously, without knowing, acting like that other side of Sander’s brain, which didn’t want anything else but being there, exactly where he was.

Sander still can’t believe that last night was real, but this time he remembers everything.

Maybe it’d have been better if he high again, but that wasn’t the case now.

Robbe wasn’t high either. He was thinking more clearly than Sander, knew everything he did would have some consequences. Robbe was just a caring person trying to help him out, and when he saw how much Sander literally begged to be kissed by him, he just did him a favor.

You think he’d even touch you if you didn’t beg for him to do so?

He took a pity on you.

You were acting crazy.

He doesn’t want to see you when he wakes up.

Get lost.

You ruined everything by coming here last night.

He’s just a perfect person who tries to help everybody.

He doesn’t feel anything.

He’s hugging you now because he isn’t awake.

You think he’d do that if he was conscious?

You’re mad if you think that he won’t push you away as soon as he opens his eyes.

You’re pathetic.

Go away while you still have the chance.

Sander officially hates the voice in his head, he hates that annoying thing chanting all the damn time, always making him feel horrible.

And while his head is spilling horrible things to him, his heart is trying to fight it. Hoping that Robbe didn’t sleep with him because he felt bad for him.

Hoping that he doesn’t hate him.

Why would he stop in the middle to check if you were okay with it? He sounded concerned, he sounded like he wanted to do it as much as you did but he just didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.

But all his hoping didn’t last long since the white and black wolf in his self started heavily arguing and all he wanted to do was to get away, not from Robbe but from his body, from his thoughts.

Get away and never come back.

He wanted to make his thoughts stop.

No, he stopped because he didn’t want to touch you and he was hoping that you’d change your mind so he could stop.

He said the word “taking advantage.” If Robbe wanted to get away from you why would he use that word. To me it sounded like he wanted it but he was afraid what you’d think and feel.

Of course he’d use that word, he was just trying to be nice, he didn’t want you to think bad about him.

Sander can’t stop his thoughts no matter how much he wants to so he decided to get away before things would get worse.

So he tried again, firstly he carefully pulled his legs away from Robbe’s, slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves.

Fortunately, this time he succeeded but now he had to untangle from Robbe’s arms which wouldn’t be easy.

He touched Robbe’s wrist on his body and slowly started pulling it away, missed the warmth of his fingers as soon as it disappeared. After his one arm was out of the way, Sander started pushing himself up, making Robbe’s other hand fall down by itself on the bed, wincing when it happened, afraid the boy would wake up and froze. Robbe made sound of a protest and slightly turned his head away, trying to gasp Sander’s body in his hands again which made the boy quickly back off and almost fell down the bed. When Robbe didn’t touch anything he made a complaining sound again and Sander was sure he’d wake up but he turned fully on his side now, facing Sander who managed to get up from the bed and put his hands under the pillow, continuing to sleep. It seemed like he was quite exhausted because he’s usually a light sleeper and Sander was surprised that he didn’t wake up.

He looked around and saw his underwear and pants on the floor, quickly put them on and then looked at the sleeping boy on the bed again.

He sighed and felt even dirtier, sneaking away like the last night didn’t mean anything to him, sneaking away like it was just a filthy one night stand.

While in reality, it meant everything to him. It meant so much that he was ready to lose everything else.

Maybe it was meant to happen like this.

He feels horrible that he has to leave him behind but Sander knows he won’t be able to think of they are together and he’s also petrified of what Robbe will say and do when he wakes up.

Sander leaned forward a little bit, got closer to his face and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and left.

The blond was already out of the room to see Robbe smiling in his sleep because he felt the kiss on his skin, snuggling up with the pillow more.

Sander saw his t-shirt on the floor in the hallway as soon as he opened the door of Robbe’s room, put it on and went to the entrance, taking his shoes and jacket and disappearing like he was never there at the first place but both of them knew, no drug could help them to forget this night.

And Sander didn’t want to forget it, no matter what was going to happen in the future.

He’s happy he lived though his once, managed to have the person he loves in his arms, managed to kiss him, hold him close for the whole night.

What more can he ask for?

It’s cold when he leaves the house, his jacket not being warm enough, he’s only wearing one long sleeve shirt underneath, not caring that much about his clothes when he called Robbe yesterday.

But now he’s freezing and he want to go back inside, in the warmth of Robbe’s arms and bed but he knows he can’t.

He had no idea where to go or what to do, so he just started walking.

Walking away from his problems.

Walking away from his love.

He thought that his thoughts would get unbearable but right now, his mind was just blank, empty and he wants to laugh because of the irony.

But deep down he knows, it’s over. He has nothing to hide anymore, and he desperately wants to scream everything he has been holding inside for so long.

Just because he needs to say it.

And it’s already been long enough.

Maybe it’s better that his head isn’t overthinking anymore, it definitely helps.

Sander completely gave up, all he needs to do right now is to calm down and think of how to finally say what he wants to say.

His mom has been calling him. He didn’t answer.

She has always been pushing him to finally confess his feelings to Robbe.

Sander thinks that she knew about it since the beginning, maybe even way before Sander realized he was in love with his best friend.

He finally told her back when Robbe first started ignoring and ghosting him, she already figured out that something was wrong from the way she was never seeing Sander out of the house, never seeing Robbe wandering in the kitchen when she’d come back home from work, and she started putting two and two together. Sander told her because he didn’t know what else to do, broke down in her arms telling her that he didn’t know what he did to make Robbe push him away, at first he wasn’t admitting he had a crush but when she saw in which kind of state he was in, she figured that Robbe wasn’t just a friend to him and Sander told her the truth too.

After that when they started hanging out again, she was on the cloud nine, asking him questions all the damn time, being relaxed when she knew they were together, trusting Robbe with everything but she was still quite upset because he hurt his son but deep down, she had a feeling that she knew what was going on with Robbe, but she also knew that she couldn’t put her nose into their business so she was mostly trying to stay out of it.

It was only matter of time when Robbe started calling him, obviously Sander ignored them, staring at the screen until it’d turn black again.

Again, and again, and again.

But the boy didn’t stop there, after a while he started texting him. Sander didn’t dare opening them, he took a glimpse of a few of them when they got delivered but didn’t open the rest.

He was scared to know what Robbe was telling him, maybe he was mad, maybe he was angry at him, or maybe even something else that Sander can’t wrap his head around.

Everything is over now isn’t it? He asks himself and he knows the answer to it.

Some times passes and Sander is shocked from what he’s about to do, he doesn’t know how his mind convinced him to do it but he figured out it was enough.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He already ruined everything and now before things would get worse, he had to confess.

He just needed to let it out. What did he have to lose?

He took his phone, not wanting to text Robbe on his number since that meant reading his messages and he couldn’t do that just yet but he had another option he could use to text him and contact him with.

Sander started writing, writing everything he has been hiding, all the emotions he bottled up in his dark little secret closet, now wanting the whole world to see them.

His world was Robbe himself.

He said everything he wanted to say and sent it, scared to even look at his phone again anymore and put it away.

Quickly closing the app.

But there was one thing Sander forgot to check and it was the account he sent the messages from.

And when it finally hit him and he realized what he just did, it was already too late, the other boy has already opened and read his message.

Chapter 45

[vodkaxtonic]

No one but you •Zuko x Reader•

Summary: Zuko and you had been dating for a while now, on distance and through letters since he had to leave Ba sing se to help the Avatar. Now he has found his way back to you, although not alone.

Warnings: FLUFFFF, also insecurities and a bit of swearing

Wordcount: 2.3K

"Where the hell are we supposed to stay? Where the hell are we supposed to park a giant flying bison? It's rain season at the moment this could go on for days. We can't stay here!" Sokka complained as they sat under Appa's tail, much to the disliking of the Bison, which was without cover, soaked by the pouring rain. They had just landed in Ba sing se, to their luck, the King himself denied them access to the royal palace if they brought the 'filthy firebender' with them. Zuko knew he had a place he could go to, a place where he would be welcome with open arms. "I told you to stay in the palace! I would've managed!" Zuko protested, already annoyed by Sokka's complaining. "We're friends now, remember? Either all of us or none of us." Aang said with an encouraging smile, and Zuko had to use all his strength to keep himself from sending the boy flying across the ground with a fireball. 

Did Zuko tell them he had a girlfriend? Of course, he didn't. He never would've heard the end of it, the annoying questions of Katara and Toph and way too intimate questions of Sokka were something he tried to avoid. However, now it seemed like he would have to tell them because as much as he couldn't stand Sokka, he was right. They couldn't stay in the rain, they'd all get sick, and it would delay everything. 

Zuko groaned out in annoyance, as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers before muttering under his breath. "I know a place where we can go."

______

You stood in your kitchen beside your mother as she prepared dinner when your conversation came to a sudden halt. "Did you hear that?" You asked, merely to be sure you didn't imagine the loud thud outside and the roar that followed. "I'll go look." You muttered since you were the only earthbender in your family, you would be able to defend your family if you had to. You started walking over to your door, slowly and quietly as you listened to the voices outside you couldn't recognize. 

You opened the door with a fast movement, your hands already making the ground beneath the strangers shake, causing them to stumble until you noticed who stood in front of you. "Zuko!" Your eyes lit up at the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of you, dripping wet as he smiled at you sheepishly. "Hey, y/n." He smiled at you ever so softly, and you felt like you were about to melt as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his found their way around your waist, pulling you closer. "You didn't tell me you were coming this soon." You stated with a smile as you ignored the strangers that were gaping at the both of you. "It was rather spontaneous." He answered with a shrug, a soft smile covering his face before he leaned down, pressing a kiss onto your lips. 

"You have a girlfriend?! A pretty one? How?!" You and Zuko jumped apart quickly, both of your faces flushed as you turned to his companions, the boy with the ponytail practically yelling. "Why didn't you tell us?" Katara asked, a judgemental look on her face as she stared your boyfriend down. "To avoid reactions like this. Is it so unbelievable that someone can love me, geez." Zuko shook his head before turning to you. "You know I wouldn't have brought them here if I had any other choice." You nodded, smiling at him before looking at the group, introducing yourself. They all introduced themselves to you, Aang thanking you for your hospitality. "Do you think you could give Appa a place to sleep in your barn?" Zuko asked as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side as he looked down at you. "Who is Ap..." You stopped in the middle of your sentence as you saw the giant Bison that looked at you, before opening its mouth, letting out a roar. "Sure." You muttered as you pointed Aang towards the barn who thanked you profusely. 

"Mother, Zuko is here! He brought friends." You smiled towards your mother as you entered the kitchen, a huge smile appearing on your mother's face as she walked towards Zuko, embracing him a tight hug, despite him being soaking wet. "It's so good to see you again, Zuko!" She said, letting go of him, her hands still resting on his shoulders as a motherly smile covered her face and something Zuko swore something inside him warmed up. "And it's a pleasure to meet you too." Your mother smiled at the rest of the group, greeting them each with a tight hug. "Y/n, will you get them some dry clothes? I bet Zuko has a few spare clothes here that the boys can wear, you might have to lend the ladies some."  You only nodded, telling the other girls to follow you while giving Zuko a nudge, telling him to lend them some of his clothes. "Do I have to?" He pouted as he looked at you, you lifted your hand, drily petting his cheek with a nod, making him groan as he swore under his breath. 

"This is pretty, where did you get it?" Katara asked as she looked down at herself before she looked at you. She was right, the clothes looked much better on her than they did on you, the blue satin dress you gave her showing off her curves, while also leaving enough room to move freely. "I made it myself." You answered with a smile as she gaped at you. "Don't worry, the dress is just temporary. I fear I don't have anything else in your size for you to leave this room with." You explained to her, and that was very much true. You had more curves than her, a more pronounced body, and you wanted to frown. Katara was so much prettier than you. "Thank you for not forcing me into a dress." You turned to Toph with a smile she was wearing one of your older green training pants, which she had to roll up at the ankle and a white top that barely showed her stomach, yet you could see the slight abs she had. Your body wasn't like hers, not as pronounced, even though you both were earthbenders. Your body was soft to the touch, you didn't have those sharp collarbones of Toph or the delicate hands of Katara, and secretly you wished you looked like Toph or Katara. However, you kept that yourself.

You tried to hide your frown as you entered the kitchen with Katara and Toph on your heels. Zuko, his friends, and your mother were already seated at the table. You took a seat beside Zuko as Aang still tried to process the sight of Katara, and Sokka was trying not to look too obvious as he checked out Toph, totally failing. Not too soon after that, chattering broke the silence, Aang and Sokka excitedly telling your mother about their adventures. 

"Are you okay?" Zuko's voice layered with worry as he got closer to your ear, not trying to be too evident that you both weren't actually listening to the conversation. You knew that you shouldn't be as down as you were right now, the man you loved was by your side, and you finally managed to meet his friends. Yet, you didn't manage to feel real happiness. Seeing your boyfriend, who you thought, was way out of league traveling with women who were that gorgeous and talented was leaving a pit at the bottom of your stomach, you for sure weren't hungry anymore. "I'm fine." You sent him a quick smile before excusing yourself quickly, not caring that it seemed rude or that the eyes of the other glued to your back, their expressions filled with confusion. You went outside, your feet quickly taking you across your property until you reached the barn, your hair slightly dripping as you opened to door. 

"Are you a nice bison?" You asked as you entered the barn, seeing the Bison laying on the ground as it looked at you before it kept munching on the hay scattered around. A sigh escaped your mouth as you sat down, your back leaning against the soft and warm fur of Appa. You figured if the others flew on it, it wouldn't mind your company. You just couldn't stand sitting at the table anymore. Seeing Katara and Toph made you insecure, very insecure. The more you looked at them, the less you liked yourself, and it suffocated you. Knowing that Zuko was on endless adventures with them alone made you scared, even though you knew he loved you. Compared to them, you thought he just couldn't love you. 

You didn't know how much time passed as the barn door was frantically opened, only to hear a breath of relief. You didn't have to look to know it was Zuko. He closed the door behind him, walking over to you as you kept your gaze at the ceiling. "Y/n, I love you, but don't ever fucking do that again, just leaving like that," Zuko said as he took a seat beside you, hesitantly leaning back onto the fur of Appa. "What's wrong?" You didn't want to answer. It would sound silly, stupid. You didn't want to make a fool out of yourself, so you decided to keep your mouth shut. "I thought you'd be happy to see me." You could hear the frown in his words, and it stung, tugged at your heart. "I am happy to see you, Zuko." You answered, not being able to stay silent when he started to think that you weren't happy to see him. You enjoyed spending time with him, enjoying every second you get together. "You don't seem to be." You sighed as you turned to your side, now facing him, your hand tucked under your cheek as you let your eyes roam over his face. "It's not that." Your voice was softer as he sighed, copying your pose. "Then what is it, y/n? Talk to me, please." Zuko's voice was pleading as he tried to figure out what was different this time. A part of him thought maybe you didn't love him anymore, and it made him more than anxious. 

Your voice was shaky as you confessed, feeling embarrassed. "I saw Toph and Katara, and I started thinking. They're so beautiful and powerful, and I'm not. It made me insecure, thinking about you spending weeks and weeks on with these beautiful women and coming back to this." You spat the last word with disgust layered in your voice, and Zuko couldn't help but flinch. It was quiet for a few seconds as Zuko tried to process the words you had just said. "Toph and Katara are beautiful and powerful, no doubt." He answered, straight forward, as he eyed you. "But, so are you. You are much more than you think you are. You're intelligent, funny, loving, caring, and deep down a good person. Also, you're fucking hot." You couldn't help but laugh at the last sentence, allowing him to cup your face with his hand as he looked at you with that soft smile, he only seemed to show you. "Toph and Katara are nothing compared to you, y/n. You were the first person in years that saw me, the real me, not the banished son of the Firelord, not the monster everyone made me out to be, which honestly I kind of was. You allowed me to let my guard down with you. You showed me kindness and compassion, a thing no one had shown me in years." Your eyes misted up when you knew he was genuine, every word he said he meant. "I couldn't care less about other women. In the end, I know where my home is." He smiled as he leaned over, softly pressing his lips on yours as your hand found its way to his neck, pulling him closer. 

"As much as I am enjoying this, can we go to your room? Else I'm going to fall asleep right here." Zuko chuckled, his cheeks a slight crimson color as you nodded, chuckling. He jumped up, offering you his hand, which you gladly took, and he helped you up. Instead of letting go of your hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours as you left the barn. Together you ran hand-in-hand, laughing as you got soaked by the rain before he stopped, spinning you as you almost crashed into his chest. He leaned his forehead against yours, his skin warm against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, yours leaned against his chest. "I love you." He muttered, his breath hot on your face. "I love you too." A small smile was on your face before he crashed his lips onto yours, knocking the oxygen out of your lungs, but you didn't care. When you were with Zuko, nothing really mattered except for him and now.

[namluve]

wyr double penetration with namjoon & taehyung OR public sex w jimin

paring: namjoon x reader x taehyung

rating: 18+

warnings: dom!namjoon, sub!reader, switch!taehyung, daddy kink, dubble penetration, fingering (vaginal & anal), protected sex, threesome, praise, spanking, use of degrading name - slut/whore, lube, 

word count: 2.5k

note: I couldn’t help myself, this really got carried away but I love threesomes and haven’t got the chance to write one yet to I blame it on that lmao. 

Tonight, was not any ordinary night. You and your boyfriend Namjoon had been out at a party with the maknaes, spending the night at a club and then ending up at your and Namjoon’s apartment for the after party. Still a little tipsy, you made your way into the kitchen to get a glass of water, to try and sober up.

Once the water was down, you placed down the glass on the kitchen bench, turning around to see your boyfriend joining you in the kitchen. Walking over with determination in his eyes and a tad bit of possessiveness.

His lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss as he reached you, hands on your waist, moving down to grab your ass. Flustered at Namjoon’s sudden boldness, you put your hands on his chest to push him off you. His eyes confused and brows still knitted as he met your face. Smiling, you chuckle at your boyfriend.

“What has gotten into you?” Sure, Namjoon would usually take charge in the bedroom, being the dom he his, but he rarely acted on anything unless the two of you were alone. Now, the two of you were in the kitchen where any of the youngest boys in the band could walk in at any time.

“Taehyung just said your ass looked great and that he wouldn’t mind fucking it.” Namjoon’s words shocked you. Inhaling a sharp breath as you kept eye contact with him you could not help but let your mind wander for a second. You would never sleep with any of his friends, but there was something about hearing Taehyung confessed such a filthy thing that made you feel tingles at your core. This did not go unnoticed by Namjoon.

“Oh? You are thinking about it, aren’t you princess?” Baby girl, his endearing nickname for you in the bedroom told you that Namjoon was in the mood to play. His eyes sparkling a playful glint.

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you and you felt your throat go dry. Surely, whatever you answered him would lead into receiving punishment, but you chose not to lie. Hoping he would have a little mercy on you since you were honest.

“Yes Daddy,”

“God you are such a slut. Need I remind you who is in charge here?” Namjoon’s words cut sharp through the air and gave you an idea. A stupid crazy idea that would probably get your ass seven shades red but with the little alcohol left in your body, it sounded like a great idea.

“I know you are Daddy… Maybe it’s Taehyung you need to show?” Namjoon tilted his head, a bit confused at your words.

Dragging your hands down his chest, feeling his abs you grew even more confident as Namjoon did not do anything to stop you. Letting you play with him.

“Maybe… You should show Taehyung how to properly fuck me… Show him no one can fuck me as good as you.” This sparked something inside of Namjoon. You were playing a dangerous game but getting to have two dicks inside you at once had always been one of your wildest fantasies. One you never thought could be fulfilled, until tonight.

“You could let him fuck me, only this once. Show him what’s yours and what he will never have ever again.” Namjoon had stayed quiet for so long, you wondered if you had gone too far. If you would be punished until you could not even properly walk tomorrow.

Namjoon’s body language remained calm but you knew something would happen soon. He was most likely just thinking over exactly how to punish you and you started regretting all your life’s decisions at this point, his silence killing you.

“Daddy I’m-”

“Go to the bedroom, I want you in your underwear on the floor. Is that understood?” Namjoon interrupted you, not letting you finish your apology. Inhaling a deep breath, you nodded.

“Yes Daddy.”

Waiting for Namjoon was torture. It had been more than fifteen minutes now since he told you to go to the bedroom and the chatter in the living room had died out long ago. The boys had probably left which meant, Namjoon was probably plotting what kind of punishment he would give you. If he only was not so cruel and could come over to the bedroom and just get over with it. Even with the pillow under your knees, your legs started feeling sore. The kneeling position uncomfortable after a while.

You got excited once you heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Your thighs rubbing together and trying to create friction to your core. Body filled with excitement of what was about to come. Weirdly, it sounded as if there was more than one person entering the room and to your surprise, when the door opened and your boyfriend walked in, Taehyung followed him suit. Hands in his pockets looking down on the ground, almost a bit embarrassed. Namjoon, however, had his eyes on you from the moment he walked in, taking in your submissive position.

“See that Taehyungi? I told you she would stay on her knees. No matter how long I would make her wait.” Oh… So Namjoon did make you wait on purpose. Probably a part of your punishment, you thought. The lack of respect for Taehyung in his voice, as if he was his sub as well made you feel something you have never felt before. You wanted Namjoon to control the both of you.

After hearing your boyfriend’s words, Taehyung dared to look at you. Moving his gaze from the floor to you, he saw how pretty you sat on your knees, on a pillow on the floor. Damn, Namjoon did not lie about you being obedient, he thought. Never did he think that his drunk joke would lead to this. To Namjoon asking him if he wanted to fuck his girlfriend’s ass because he knew she would like it. Never did he think he would actually get the chance to see you like this.

In this position you felt incredibly exposed. Taehyung’s gaze lingering on you. Feeling a bit insecure, you looked over at Namjoon, meeting his eyes.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Princess?” The tenderness in his voice had you relax a bit. You did not realize you were holding your breath until you let out a deep shaky one as you asked your next question.

“Why is Tae here?” Smiling at you, Namjoon walked over, extending his hand to help you off the floor and you gratefully took it. Standing up from the floor, still nervously holding Namjoon’s hand, you looked over to Taehyung who looked just as nervous as you as you meet his eyes.

“I thought I would let Taehyungi fuck your ass princess,” Namjoon said as his other hand went to your face to tuck back some hair strands behind your ear, “but only if you want to.”

He was actually serious about this, you thought. Your core getting wetter at Namjoon’s bluntness and at the thought of fucking Taehyung. Not wasting anymore time, you answered Namjoon.

“Please Daddy… I really want to feel the both of you.” Taehyung eyes widen at your words and you could swear you could see his cock twitch in his pants.

“Then we better get you ready for us,” Namjoon said as he kissed your cheek. Not liking the way your eyes stayed on Taehyung instead of focusing on him. Taking hold of your jaw, he sharply turned your head towards him, your eyes meeting his.

“Get on all fours on the bed, ass up princess.” Nodding, your full attention was back on Namjoon as Taehyung shuffled awkwardly in the background, turned on but not sure what to do.

Luckily for Taehyung, he did not have to wait long for his next instructions.

“Come here Tae.” Walking over to his hyung that was now standing beside your nightstand drawer. Namjoon handed Taehyung a condom, while he brought out a bottle of lube. Taehyung quickly took it, slightly embarrassed and put it in his pocket.

With your ass on display, Namjoon walked over to you so that he was standing behind you.

“Would you look at this… her panties are soaked of the thought of fucking us both.” This made Taehyung a little bolder, walking to stand beside Namjoon, looking at your panties that were now soaked in your own arousal. Keeping it all from dripping down your thigh.

“She’s so wet hyung,” Taehyung said in almost disbelieve and Namjoon hummed approvingly.

“We shouldn’t keep her waiting, should we?” Your boyfriend said before taking hold of your panties, dragging them down your legs. Being a good girl, you helped him as much as you could with the task. Pantiless, you could now feel the cold air against your wet core, sending tingles down your spine at the exposed position. Cheeks red at the thought of the two men that were looking at your pussy in awe.

“Princess… Who do you want to prepare your ass?” Namjoon asked and you thought about it for a second. You trusted your boyfriend more.

“I want you to do it daddy.”

“Very well, get down on your knees Tae. Make sure her pussy is ready to take me, and I’ll make sure her ass is for you.” Holy fuck. Taehyung could not believe he was about to finger you, let alone fuck your ass later. This was all real.

Getting on his knees, he began by carefully dragging around his finger up and down your slit, slightly brushing over your clit, making you arch your back and let out a whine.

“She is so responsive…” Taehyung said in awe and Namjoon smirked.

“She really is… Princess, I’m putting some lube now okay?” At Namjoon’s words, you muttered a ‘yes’ back to him before feeling the cold substance being rubbed around your asshole.

Taehyung going everywhere but inside you and Namjoon’s finger circling your asshole made you so frustrated you let out a loud whine, not caring how desperate you looked at this point. Namjoon picked it up and ordered Taehyung to put a finger in, which he happily complied.

Taehyung’s fingers were longer than you boyfriend’s and you moaned at the sensation. He was careful, not wanting to go to deep or stretch you out to much, but your boyfriend had no patience for that tonight.

“Put another in. Stretch her out real good for me.” Listening to Namjoon’s orders, Taehyung put in another finger and went deeper. Moaning loudly each time Taehyung curved his fingers inside you, gently nudging on your g-spot was all that took for Taehyung to relax and get more comfortable.

“She swallows my fingers so good Hyung,” Taehyung said breathlessly, the bulge in his pants growing as he continued, “I think she needs more.”

To this Namjoon hummed in approvement, nudging his index finger inside of you.

“She’s so greedy… Isn’t Tae’s fingers enough for you princess?” Backing up and slightly arching your back, you moaned back, “please… Want your fingers too daddy…”

“Then take them.” The strange feeling of being stuffed in both of your holes left you wanting more. With Taehyung hitting your g-spot and the fact that you and Namjoon had tried anal before, you quickly relaxed and found pleasure in being fingered by two men. Asking for more.

“Please… another one…” The men both smiled at your pleading, loving the way you meet their fingers, rocking back and forth in the same rhythm.

“Well… we can’t say no to that. Can we Tae?”

“Absolutely not.”

And so, your they gave you more. Stretching you out until you were ready to take them both. Namjoon was now underneath you as you sat on top of him, Taehyung behind you, standing by the edge of the bed. Both men naked and ready to take you after putting on probably to much lube on their dicks. You insisted the lube on the condoms would be enough, but it was not negotiable as they did not want to risk hurting you. With wetness and lube dripping down all the way from your ass, down your thighs you waited patiently for them to enter you.

Taehyung went first, slowly sinking his cock inside your ass as Namjoon played with your clit and you almost came from the thought of what was soon going to happen.

“Feeling good princess?” Taehyung asked you as he caressed your ass. He had picked up on your nickname during the foreplay and although Namjoon did not like it at first when Taehyung called you that, he reminded himself this was only for the night. You loved being called princess after all and he would not be cruel and take that from you.

“Yesss…” You moaned out. Your eyes shut closed. Loving the way Taehyung felt inside your ass.

“Ready for me princess?” Namjoon asked, taking his fingers from your clit to wrap them around his dick, positioning it at your hole.

“Yes Daddy, please… I need you sooo bad,” you managed to whine out as you tried to lower yourself onto Namjoon, but he took hold of your hips once he started entering you. Holding you still as he bottomed out. The two of them stayed still inside of you, wanting to let you get used to them but your patience had run out by now and you tried to rock your hips as Namjoon held them tightly in place.

“Fuck… We really wanted to give you some time to adjust but you really are a whore you can’t wait, can you princess?” At Namjoon’s words you halted your movements, the authority and deepness in his voice made you realize what would come next.

“Taehyung… Spank her.” Taehyung did not hesitate Namjoon’s order and a second later, you felt your right ass cheek burn with the stinging pain his hand had left.

“Princess, are you going to listen to daddy, or do I have to spank your pretty ass again?” Taehyung asked and you shook your head.

“I’ll listen, I promise I’ll be good for daddy!” Letting go of your hips, Namjoon brought up one of his hands to caress your cheek and take hold of your face to meet you in a kiss before he spoke the words you had wanted to hear the whole night.

“Good… Now…. Since princess is being a good girl, why don’t we give her what she wants?”

With that said, the two of them began rocking their hips back and forth, going at the same rhythm. The sensation made you feel weak at your knees and soon enough you laid yourself down against Namjoon’s chest. Not being able to hold yourself up from how good you were feeling. 

“Fuck… her ass feels so good hyung… Could fuck it forever,” Taehyung confessed as he kneaded your ass, loving the way it felt in his hands. 

“Remember it’s only for tonight that I let you fuck her,” Namjoon reminded as he picked up the speed, loving how you started choking for air as he did. 

“Now… Let’s give her what she wanted. Let’s fuck her so good she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 

And to say you got what you wanted was an understatement. At the end of the night you were left with shaking legs, mascara running down your cheeks and a feeling of euphoria you would never forget. At the end of the night, you could not help but wish that Taehyung would someday make Namjoon jealous again.