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p-taryn-dactyl · 3 years ago

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly.

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.”

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit.

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter.

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head.

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization.

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him.

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed.

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer.

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red?

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter.

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!”

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand.

“You’re going to be alright, my child.”

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground.

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips.

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man.

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu.

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively.

“Then why don’t you heal her?”

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you.

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes.

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her.

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side.

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap. When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you.

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set.

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air.

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head.

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

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beywomen-week · 2 years ago

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Heyo guys! How are your bladies week submissions coming along (yes that is the name im commiting to)? Personally... i only have two of mine done. Im so behind.

Feel free to drop into my inbox here or post your progress to talk about how its going! I know i love saving some things up so then i can surprise people with them, but other times I just want to share what I'm doing or vent about a particularly hard piece of writing.

Been thinking about it and I thought off offering some extra challenges. Every challenge of bladies week is optional, ofc, just wanted to put them out there:

1. Do not do the same character every day. We all got our faves, mine are madoka and hikaru, but this is a chance for us to step out of our comfort zones and try to appreciate the characters we note less!

2. On the same note, if you plan to do mainly oc work for this week, maybe use the free day to make work of someone elses oc!

3. Try more than one form of media. I know I mostly sit in my corner writing, but its fun to experiment with other types of media, and Im hoping to also do a few sketches!

4. If youre participating, try to reblog or comment on at least one post meaningfully (this means noting specific things about the piece that interest you or that you like).

All these challenges are just extra for what is already likely a packed week. Im kinda nervous but also very excited of buckling down and finishing up some pieces to show off, and i hope you all are too.

And just to get the train rolling, feel free to drop by my inbox and say who your favorite girl is and why!

#im kinda unsure of how to run this week if you cant tell #the challenges are mostly to just like. get people thinking if thats something they wanna do #beyblade #beyblade metal fight #i should just work on my own pieces lol #mfb

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cactusfool · 2 years ago

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ok. upon 2 weeks of peace i have come to A Conclusion. that conclusion is i’m kinda glad cactuseri got deleted idk. like. i can make my stupid little zero note posts that make me happy. i can draw my OCs and no one is rolling their eyes and clicking unfollow bc they only wanted to see ST art. im only bothering like 4 people with my nonsense. i can reorganize my tags and like. build something new. life is beautiful. does anyone want some of these turkey slices i got too many

#it’s 2023 im putting less and less effort into making my posts comprehensible #seriposting

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malfoymanortings · 4 years ago

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somebody else PT 2

SUMMARY: Mae has been in love with Draco Malfoy since her first year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy fell in love with Mae in their fourth year, and then promptly fell into Pansy’s bed instead. All the while, Mae clings to the hope that Draco will change. That is, until, Ron Weasley takes his chance.

PAIRINGS: toxic!Draco x OC, Ron x OC, Ginny x Luna

im not sure that I like how this turned out, but hopefully you all enjoy it! I was very surprised I got so much positive feedback on that little one shot i posted. thank you all for the love!

also, let me know if you want to be on the taglist for the next part.

Perhaps it was her conversation with Ginny the previous night, or perhaps it was because she felt so hollow inside, but Mae resolved herself on confronting Draco. Of course, he didn’t make things easy for her. He never did.

“Pansy and Draco are sitting awfully close, aren’t they?” Blaise said conversationally, taking a sip of his morning coffee. Full of cream, three sugars. As always.

Mae eyed Draco and Pansy warily, noting the way Pansy laughed into Draco, her hand seeming to move onto his leg although it was hidden from the table. “They’re just friends.”

“Rubbish,” scoffed Blaise harshly, stabbing an egg. “You’re much smarter than that, love.”

Pansy took that moment to brush Draco’s hair out of his face, and something broke inside Mae as Draco caught her hand in his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips and ghosting a kiss across them.

“It’s none of your business though, innit?” snapped Mae, slamming her glass of pumpkin juice down so harshly it brought the attention of the entire half of their table, including Draco and Pansy. “If Draco wants to fuck a slut, let him.”

Blaise choked on his eggs, slamming a fist into his chest as he attempted to swallow. Draco tilted his head, a sneer on his face, while Pansy began hurling insults at Mae.

“Perhaps if you weren’t a filthy half-blood, Draco would be more interested. He wants a real woman.” Pansy declared wickedly, her lips lifted up in a snarl.

“A real woman with real STDs, hm?” retorted Mae, standing up from the table. “Everyone knows you fucked Theodore Nott last week, and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey from whatever you gave him!”

The part about Pansy fucking Theodore Nott was true, although the STD part was not. But Mae was so angry, so fed up with how the both of them were treating her, that she couldn’t contain it anymore. At this point, most of the Great Hall had caught sight of what was happening, although the teachers at least pretended to be oblivious. She caught sight of Ginny grinning at her encouragingly.

“I’m going to be honest with you, because no one else will,” Draco said the words slowly, casually, as though he were speaking of the weather. “Anyone who says they’re interested in you, beyond just fucking you, is a liar.”

Mae felt her cheeks burn, as the Slytherin table began laughing and oohing under their breath, and she rushed out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her, but she ignored them, until someone tugged harshly on her arm, the rings on his fingers alerting her to who it was.

“Why?” demanded Mae, turning around with unshed tears. An amused Draco stood in front of her, looming over her. “Why do you do this to me?”

Perhaps the question caught him off guard, because Draco replied with “I don’t know.”

Mae let out a strangled sob, wiping her hands harshly down her face. “I just want to be the one you love.”

“Oh darling,” Draco said the words softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Mae closed her eyes for a moment, and she could pretend everything was fine. “I’ll never love you.”

With those words, Draco shoved her jaw harshly, causing a loud popping noise to sound as pain reverberated through the lower half of her face.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Mae said the words first, opening her eyes to see Draco actually looking.. Hurt, by her words.

“Took you long enough.”

Mae looked to see Ginny heading her way, her hand intertwined with Luna’s, with the Golden trio, Pansy, and Blaise following close behind.

“We would have never made it anyways.” Draco responded quietly, and Mae felt a bit vindicated to see that he appeared to feel at least partially upset.

“That’s your fault.” her voice shook, but Mae said the words passionately.

“How?” he had the nerve to sound incredulous, and Mae balled up her fists as tears of anger came to her eyes.

“You always cheated on me with Pansy! You treated me like I was your pet, like you could keep fucking around without any care for my feelings!” the words she had been keeping in for so long burst out, and she felt a rush of vindication that she finally got to say them aloud.

Draco scoffed, and any hope of him apologizing or fighting for her went out the window. “You really think I give a shit about you? It’s your loss, Callisto.” he sneered her last name, looking over his shoulder to see the others approaching them.

Mae’s eyes hardened, hatred growing as Pansy ran pathetically over to Draco. “Your whore’s here.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Sorry you don’t know how to keep a man.”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Callisto,” Draco drawled out, slinging an arm over Pansy. “Nobody likes a slut that doesn’t understand when her time is up.”

“What did you just say?” Ron Weasley was the last person Mae expected to speak to Draco after he said those words.

Draco scoffed. “You heard me, Weas-”

Before Draco could get the full word out, Ron’s fist collided with Draco’s delicate features. Mae’s eyes widened as Ron wound his fist back once more, knocking Draco flat on his back. Pansy started screaming, and Blaise started laughing.

“Blaise, help him!” Pansy shrieked, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. He gave Mae a quick look, (perhaps in an apology?) before he gave Ron a swift kick to his stomach. Ron stumbled backwards, falling on his bottom, and Draco lay on the ground clutching his bruised and bloody face.

Pansy promptly threw herself down onto Draco, and Blaise stood there with his arms crossed as though he were just waiting for the show to be over. Mae, on the other hand, had nothing left to say to Draco, and turned her attention to Ron, who had just gotten off the floor with the help of Harry.

“Thank you,” the words were quiet, but sincere. Ron nodded to her, his eyes not wavering from hers.

“He’s not worth it, yeah?” said Ron, shaking his bruised knuckles. “He never deserved you.’

Mae, suddenly flooded with emotion, just shook her head, and with tears burning in her eyes, she left the scene behind her.

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The hardest thing was seeing Draco be so openly affectionate with Pansy. It broke her, each time she entered the common room to see her sitting on his lap. Getting a kiss on the cheek. A hug. A tender embrace. It burned like hell.

So, she began spending less time in the common room. She began joining Luna and Ginny on their outings, normally in the astronomy tower, and at some point, the Golden Trio started joining them. It became a routine, the six of them hanging out in either the tower or the library, if Hermione got her way.

On the bright side, her grades had never been better.

A month after the incident with Draco, Mae found herself feeling the wound particularly harshly. She paced outside the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ginny coming out of the portrait hole. Instead, she got Ron Weasley, who didn’t seem all too surprised to find her out there.

“You alright?” Ron asked awkwardly, halfway in the doorframe and halfway out.

Mae shook her head silently, her chest aching. “Not really.”

“How ‘bout we take a way, yeah?” suggested Ron, stepping out of the portrait hole. It swung shut loudly behind him.

Mae shrugged her shoulders, and together they walked in silence. They had no clear destination in mind, and Mae found she felt slightly better having his company around her. Ron, she had found, had a fairly dry sense of humor and it was ever so easy to laugh around him. Sometimes, the others didn’t quite understand the joke, but Mae always did. His humor was similar to hers, if she could just find it again.

“I always wondered,” Ron broke their silence, stopping to sit on a ledge overlooking the black lake. “If the squid really existed.”

“Oh, it does,” Mae assured Ron, hopping up on the opposite side of the stone ledge, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. “Sometimes in the common room, we get to see it swim by.”

Ron’s eyes flashed with admiration. “Wicked.”

“I suppose it might be a bit more exciting than overlooking the grounds,” Mae said the words pretentiously, sniffing as she hid a grin from Ron. “We get to see the inside of the black lake, while you boring Gryffindors just get landscape.”

“At least during winter we haven’t got to sleep under ten blankets just to get by,” protested Ron, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. “Then again, you might just have an iron deficiency.”

Mae’s eyes widened. “That’s a big word for Ronald Weasley.”

“Hermione mentioned it!” defended Ron, moving his hands as he spoke. “She’s the one who suggested you go to Madam Pomfrey for it! You’re always freezing!”

“It’s a perk of being damaged goods, I suppose.” Mae said the words without much thought, as she had gotten distracted by Ron’s rather large hands moving around.

Ron went still, and he gave Mae a confused look. “Damaged goods?”

Mae’s feelings of inadequacy came back, and she felt the stinging of tears hit her eyes. She tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. “Well, yeah, what else would you call me?”

“Beautiful,” the word rolled off Ron’s tongue rather quickly, as though he hadn't had to think about it at all.

Tears slipped out of her eyes as Mae processed his words. How could anyone think she was beautiful? Couldn’t he see how damaged she was? Draco had used her up and thrown her out, and no one else would ever want his seconds. He had told her that many times.

“Don’t,” the words came out wet and wobbly. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ron was rarely serious, but he completely focused on her as he reached out to grab her hand in his large one. “Mae, why would I lie about that?”

The tears came freely now, and she could feel a sob building up in her chest. “Ronald Weasley, don’t you dare sit there and lie to me! Don’t fucking sit there, and tell me I’m beautiful, because I’m not. I’m used up and I’m damaged, I will never be anything beyond that!”

Before she could protest, Ron had pulled her into a hug, engulfing her small frame in his large one. Mae had forgotten what it was like to be embraced like this, and she buried her head into Ron’s wide chest as she cried. In the back of her mind, she understood that was likely having a panic attack.

“Calm down Mae,” Ron held her close, caressing her hair. “You’ll be alright.”

They sat like that, until Mae’s cries subsided and she took a shaky breath, pulling out of Ron’s embrace. She was suddenly embarrassed that she had overreacted as she did, and a blush stained her wet cheeks.

“‘M sorry about that,” mumbled Mae, wiping her cheeks roughly. “I didn’t mean to make you all soggy.”

Ron laughed at that. “Why would I complain, a beautiful girl cried on me today. Sounds like a win to me!”

Mae hit Ron on his arm for that, a small laugh coming out of her as well. If anything, Ron Weasley knew how to switch the mood. “Don’t be a prat, Weasley.”

Ron’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he tossed his head back in a loud bout of laughter, and Mae found herself staring at his full lips. Really, how had she not noticed how perfectly shaped Ron’s lips were before? And Merlin, how were his teeth so straight and white?

As quickly as she began admiring Ron Weasley, images of silver hair and grey eyes flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes and swallowed hard. There would never be Draco and Mae, that much was clear. It did not do to dwell on things that would never change.

“Imagine leaving me for a Weasley.”

Mae’s stomach dropped as she saw Draco swaggering towards her and Ron, Blaise close behind him. She hated how she still got butterflies as he eyed her appraisingly, before sneering at Ron.

“Shut it, Malfoy.” snapped Ron, his ears growing pink as he dug in his robes for his wand.

“Oh,” whistled Draco, drawing out the vowel. “Weaselbee is going to show off how big of a man he is. Trust me, Weasel, been there, done that. I’m the best she’ll ever have had.”

“Tell me Malfoy, you ever been hexed so hard you had to fight for your life?” snarled Ron, standing before the silver haired boy and brandishing his wand.

Mae quickly got down from the stone ledge, standing in between Draco and Ron, placing a hand on both of their chests. “Both of you, stop it!”

Ron’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t lower his wand. Draco smirked at the sight of her hand on his chest, his eyes flicking down at it before backup to look her in the eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Mae said the words firmly, glaring at Draco. “We aren’t together anymore. Stop acting like this.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t fight little Weaselbee.” drawled Draco, flexing his fingers on his wand. “I still had you first.”

“And I fucking left you!” shouted Mae, shoving Draco back from her and Ron. “Get that through your thick skull, and go back to Pansy. The bitch you always cheated on me with!”

“You said you loved me.” Draco said the words softly, bitterly, so quickly that Mae almost didn't catch it.

For a moment, it felt as though it were just the two of them, Draco and Mae, just as it should have been.

Mae stepped back, away from Draco, away from Ron. Her mouth twitched, her eyes grew wet, and she was at a loss for words. She turned then, and hurried out of the courtyard.

How dare he do this to her.

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earth-architect · 5 years ago

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Senior Year Adventures (Zuko xOC) pt.16

“So much for a drama free New Years”

“Hey Ki?” Zuko knocked on Kianna’s bedroom door “are you almost ready, we gotta leave soon.

“yeah I’m ready” she puts some last-minute touches to her red lipstick, grabbed her purse and opened the door. Zuko was standing there with his arm on the side of the door. He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck and black pants with a red jacket to finish the look. ‘man can this guy dress’

“wow, you look beautiful” Zuko gives her a sly smirk when he sees the blush creep up on her cheeks.

“do you mind taking a picture of me?” Kianna hands Zuko her phone. She turned slightly posing for the picture.

“Ok come on” Zuko looked at her with his phone in her hand.

“what, do I need to change my angle” she turns her body

“no, you look beautiful, I just” Zuko rubs her face “your butt is showing”

“well yeah that’s the whole point” she gets back into the pose she was first “now take the picture”

Zuko took a few pictures, changing his angle a few times before handing the phone to her.

“are you going to post this?” Kianna takes the phone to look at the pictures.

“I mean yeah” she looks at him to see an uncertain look on his face “ok what’s wrong”

“nothing, I just”, he sighs “as much as I want everyone to know your mine, I don’t really want anyone to be able to look at your ass anytime they want”

Her expression shifted, she hoped Zuko wouldn’t notice but of course he did.

“I’m not trying to control you or anything I promise,” he steps closer and puts his hands on her waist “I just can’t help but be a little possessive”

“no, I don’t feel like your controlling me, and I’m sorry I guess I never thought of it like that, I just thought I looked cute”

“you look gorgeous, forget I said anything you can post anything you want” Zuko felt a little sad he didn’t want to push his insecurities on her, he didn’t want to make her feel like he’s trying to change her.

“no Zuko, if you feel a type of way about its i’ll pose differently, here you can keep the ass pics I’ll take one from the side”. She pushes the phone back to Zuko and does a side pose. She can see him smile while he takes the picture. After the mini photoshoot, Kianna forced Zuko to take some picture too, the two quickly hurried to Zuko’s car (he opened the door for her – what a gentlemen). The ride to Toph’s house wants long, but it was enough time for Ki’s nerves to spiral. Somehow Zuko could tell she was silently freaking out and like the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on hers to calm her nerves. Even though the two haven’t been dating long it felt like they have known each other for years. Kianna apricates how sweet and understanding Zuko can be and Zuko feels like he’s lucky to find someone as patient and open as Kianna is. Kianna instantly feels better when she holds his hand. She doesn’t let go when the walk from the car, to inside Tophs house. The first people to greet them where some players from the soccer team. Kianna wasn’t listening because she was too busy looking for her friends, but she assumed that they were still trying to get Zuko to try out for the team. Zuko spots their friends before she does, he tells the soccer guys he will see them later and guides Kianna towards the group. Sokka was the first to notice the new couple, he gives both of them a smirk. Sokka draws the attention of the group to look at Zuko and Kianna. The pair finally get to the group and everyone notices them holding hands.

“so, you guys are together now, officially” Katara looks at the two, crossing her arms over her chest.

“yes, its official now” Kianna couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on her face.

“good cause Azula told me you guys almost did each other in my kitchen and I wasn’t keeping that secret long” toph says as she gets up and leaves the group. Everyone’s eyes turn to the two in amusement. The couple blush furiously as their friends stare at them.

“I think we’re going to get a drink” Kianna pulls Zuko away from the group. The two walks to the kitchen weaving through the crowed. Zuko walked over to the drinks to make drinks for them while Kianna stayed towards the entrance of the kitchen. Basically, the whole school was at this party, she saw people she knew, people she’s seen before and some people she had never seen before, ‘people form another school are probably here.’ Zuko walked up to her and handed her a drink as he was talking to Haru. The two were deep in a conversation about some video game so Kianna slipped away to find Katara and suki. Now that her and Zuko were out in the open, she wanted to show them the beautiful ring Zuko gave her. She gave the house a quick walkthrough before she checked her phone. A few messages from Zuko asking where she went was quickly ignored when she noticed the group chat going off.

She rolled her eyes at her friends’ messages.

‘I can be in the same place as jet’

she thought

‘I’m totally over what happened, I mean I’m not going to be friends with the guy, but I can be civil’

just when she turned around to walk to where Zuko said he was, she saw him. Jet. He didn’t look any different from the last time she saw him. Still had brown untamed hair, a smirk glued to his face, and dark clothes to put together his ‘bad boy’ look. And of course, he sees her too, he makes his way to her, wearing the same smirk that used to make her weak in the knees a year ago.

“Well well,” he says when he finally reaches her.” If it isn’t Kianna, long time no see huh”

“Hey jet” she sighs with slight irritation

“Well damn I guess your not happy to see me”

“well I’m not really jumping for joy, am I?”

“Look I get it, I treated you like shit and you hate me, but I’m a changed man, Kianna rolls her eyes,” no really I’m different, and I came to this party cause I knew you would be here”

“Oh god not only are you saying you changed but your stalking me? I’m walking away now.” Before she could turn around, he stops her with a hand on her wrist.

“I came to apologize, not to stalk you. I want to move past this, be friends like we used to be.”she looks at him, waiting to he the grand apology.

“I’m sorry I treated you badly, I had no reason to do that when I was supposed to love you and care for you and instead I tore you down, I know an apology will never be enough but I miss my friend. I miss the Kianna I grew up. I know I messed up bad, but I want to fix our friendship.” She found herself speechless. This was old jet talking. Jet before becoming a jerk, jet who she grew up with the jet she shared secrets with and hang out with everyday. Part of her wanted to hug him, welcome back his friendship, but the other part of her thought back to how bad things ended with them, how bad the relationship was. She continuously fought everyone who said he was no good for her, defended him when he did into deserve it.

“I appreciate the apology, but I think it’ll be a while before I could trust you again. He looks down at his shoes for a Brief moment before looking back in her eyes.

“I understand, and I’m sorry again,” He pauses as if he’s debating on saying what he’s going to say “I heard you with that Zuko guy, just be careful.”

“what, why are you of all people warning me about someone”

“I know I know, but seriously, I’ve heard some things from his ex, there not good”

“Look I don’t know what you heard but Zuko is a good guy” she turns preparing to walk away

“don’t defend him like you did to me” she stops dead in her tracks, her mind racing with what he just said, ever inch of her body was fueled with rage as she walked back up to him and slapped him, hard.

“no one will ever do you me what you did to me, just own up to the fact that I moved on to someone better and stop trying to bring me down like you did when we where together.” She brushed last him, making sure to hit his shoulder with hers, and walked to her old room. ‘So much for a drama free New Years’

A/n: only updating once a week makes me sad but that's all I have time for now. but anyway I hope you guys like this and thank you for the love and the likes, my tumbler has been blowing up with likes and follows these past two weeks and honestly its what been keeping me going, sadly this fit is coming to a end in the near future (within the next 3 weeks) but don't worry, your favorite oc will be back in season 2 of Senior year adventure!!(in December). and of course im rambling.... thanks again everyone, if you want to be added to the taglist let me know!!!! lots of loveeeee P.S the next part is a continuation of this part which will be posted later today.

Tag list: @snickerdoodleeee @fanficflaneuse @welovediaaxx @pyromanicschizophrenic @firedancer016 @bostwickellin

#atla smau #atla x oc #avatar the last airbender #zuko x oc #highschool au #atla zuko #zuko smau #zuko

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venenorita · 5 years ago

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HE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Mercy Age: 27 Contact: IM, discord

Character(s) I rp: Bambi, Candice, Giselle, Loly, Tier, Emilou, Nanao, Hiyori, Kuukaku, Yoruichi, Ariugrette Tsetsara (OC), Tatsuki Arisawa, Kobu Merani (OC), Ajora Faengerhol (OC), Medusa Gorgon, Subida Roja (OC), Noriko Tsunayashiro (OC), (I’m gonna stop here for my own sanity @n@) Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Bambi, Loly, Tier, and probably Noriko. Current Fandom(s): Bleach presently. Fandom(s) you have an AU for: Errr, none really? Not that come to mind at least. My language(s): English Themes I’m interested in for rp: Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for:None Really dedicated to any particular genre or theme. Not that I’d be unwilling to make some. AUs are my jam.

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?: YES / Depends / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?: 24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?: IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting: IM An IM will usually do the trick since I usually don’t go about giving my Discord in most cases. But yea, literally just send me an IM, preferably with an idea in mind. Alternatively if you’re particularly bold you can send an ask or a meme.

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner: . I dunno how to really word this one in particular. I usually don’t like overplotting, so be open to some flexibility. Frameworking is fine but I don’t wanna script stuff from the getgo. Also please work WITH me? If I’m the one throwing out ideas and all I’m getting is a simple ‘eh’ or ‘no’, or just in general if you’re not helping contribute. Like....I get being anxious but I need something to work with? Suggestions. Recommended alterations to my ideas? There’s nothing more absurd to deal with than someone who agrees to plot with you only to contribute nothing and just shoot stuff down.

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?: I’ll try my best to work with it. Some people aren’t great with cranking out ideas, I get that. Heck sometimes I myself don’t feel like coming up with a lot of stuff. But at some point I’m gonna ask them to put in a little effort if we’re not getting anywhere.

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?: I at the VERY least give input. Ask questions, things like that. I’ll generally come up with a few off the top ideas to try and get things rolling.

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: I wouldn’t mind a poke, but I know stuff can be complicated. Wether you’re busy, losing muse, or you just don’t know how to progress a scene? I’ve certainly had plenty of threads, enjoyable or otherwise, where I say to myself ‘.....I think this is fine here’. Or ‘I don’t know where I’m supposed to go from here’. So I don’t mind if you kinda let it slip into the night. Though a heads up is always appreciated. - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?: Kinda outlined up above. But MOST of all, don’t be AFRAID to let me know. I’ll understand

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?: . Business, fatigue, lack of enthusiasm, not knowing how to progress. Or characters that clearly do not want to interact with my muse icly. I know some people really like playing these sorts of individuals, but like yea...uphill battles of that kind can really take it out of me. - Will you tell your partner?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you? YES / NO. - And why?: As much as I don’t really require it, because well, I know people have a lot of followers and such, I do feel like a rapport while not required is definitely very constructive to interaction. And honestly, communication tends to help smooth out drama a bit. Which honestly is one of the only big negatives to this kinda community. - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?: Absolutely! I very much encourage people, off anon (though I understand if they prefer the metaphorical mask), to inform me of something they may not like about me or my muses. Even if it may hurt my feelings, I enjoy being able to address and explain things. Cuz it sure beats the hell out of people making assumptions. - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way? YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?: Enjoyment. This is a hobby, and I think some people take this a bit too seriously. I’m here to have fun, explore my muses, and that of those I interact with. Get messy, make mistakes, and for pete’s sake chill.

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios: Nothing comes to mind speeeecifically... Honestly for most of my muses, just having someone who WANTS to interact with them is golden. Though I admit to being a bit of a ship goblin from time to time.

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore: Nothing outright disgusting or gratuitous. Torture, psychological trauma, ect is fine. That’s how things roll, and I don’t mind them being part of a scene. What I don’t get into is something that’s there for the sake of it. Am I ok with my character being tortured for information? Absolutely. Will I indulge in a thread that’s just some kind of weird torture porn? No. Don’t let it get out of hand. I won’t judge you because cmon, it’s rp. But I reserve the right to decline being a part of it.

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: Anything tbh. The only real awkward starters are like.....really specific shoehorning. Or like, an immediate conflict at my character’s detriment. I get having an unusual introduction. I’ve had people who start with shit like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE?” Like cmon. Number one, even I don’t know why my character would break into your house, so they probably Didn’t. Please do not assume the worst and START things off on a bad foot.

What type of characters catch your interest the most?: Multifaceted. Not that I judge anyone for being more ...affixed on a particular aspect of their character. Some people are very keen on getting a certain type of rp. Some people just outright play a character who isn’t really shown to be anything other than one thing. But I enjoy exploration of a personality. And a personality, no mater how dull, stupid, or simple someone is, is NEVER monofaceted. I enjoy a muse that has something to dig for or explore emotionally.

What type of characters catch your interest the least?: Asocials. I’ve had some decent rp with them SOMEtimes? But like....there’s nothing more aggravating than trying to interact with a character who wants to be left alone and be isolated. Especially ones that are AGGRESSIVELY against it. Especially since I have to WORK to MAKE my character even want to interact with them.

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?: MY.......errr....en...thusiasm? I don’t actually know tbh. My malleability with my muses perhaps? Errr I like thinking about stuff. IF you ask me a question, I will do my best to answer it and explore the realm within that question. I dunno what you would exactly call that though... I am ...headcannony?

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: I am flaky. Sometimes it’s cuz of real life getting hard. Sometimes it’s because I need a break from tumblr. Sometimes I just poof and forget about tumblr for like a while. But yea. I have a tendency to vanish, it’s something I’m working on but it’s something that happens.

Do you rp smut?: YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?: YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?: It can go either way? Sometimes things develop that way because of specific characters. But I’m not gonna lie, sometimes its just for the heck of it. Sinday and all that. - Anything you would not want to rp there?: Interactions with Real life people as a muse. I respect people doing it. If people wanna rp as Miley Cyrus or whatever, more power to them. But leave me out of it, it just makes me uncomfortable. This also applies to a lesser degree with real life face claims? But I’ve learned to kinda make my peace with that one tbh.

Are ships important to you?: YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?: YES / NO / Sometimes? Do you use read more?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?: The Nuts and bolts. Sure the honeymoon phase is alright. And bunny-rabbiting has it’s fun times. But what I love most about a ship is finding out how they work as a dynamic. What do they argue about? How do they absolve issues? How do their world views mesh? - What is your smut tag?: nsfw

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO / Depends - And what kind of ones?: I like a good premise. Just a nice kickoff point, ya know? Soemthing to get past that first awkward phase if anything/

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?: She’s a bitch. But a bitch for a reason? She’s an absolute piece of shit, but a complicated one. She will never EXPRESS appreciation or affection outside of just sexual indulgence. She won’t ever SHOW fluffy affection, or gratefulness to most people. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t FEEL it. With Loly you will get to see a gal struggle with her own inability to trust or love people, while also trusting and loving people. Also ngl she kinda hot? I guess some people consider that a plus?

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?: I mentioned it before, but muses who aren’t interested in interacting. - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?: Anyone willing to interact with her! Wether that’s to help her, harm her, or just witness the mental gymnastics this little centipede will go through to keep her mental restrictions intact.

- What interests your Muse(s) in general: Power, Indulgence, Being a rotten Bitch, maintaining the survival of Las Noches, Hot people, Strong People, anything that can benefit her in some way. - What do they desire, is their goal?: She wants to be able to escape her fear of her own kind. - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?: Wether or not they are a threat to her survival, if they have something to offer her. - What do they value in a person?: Lack of Aggression, Visual Appeal, Power. - What themes do they like talking about?: Herself or someone else she is interested in. Her Race. The state of the world. - Which themes bore them?: Criticism of her, Anything about Aizen.

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?: Aizen’s Betrayal, Grimmjow’s assault on her, Yammy’s attempt to kill her. The Quincy Invasion. - What could possibly trigger them?: Grimmjow, Yammy, the subject of Aizen. - What could set them off, enrage them?: People trying to kill/maim her arbitrarily. - What could lead to an instant kill?: Aggressively trying to kill her, making it clear you have no intention to let her live peacefully again.

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?: Aizen. Orihime. Hueco Mundo. Being a Hollow/Arrancar. - Is there someone /-thing they love?: Menoly, People that try to help her.

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO / Kinda - Best ways to approach them?: It’s a little complicated. But if you’re persistent enough and you genuinely want a positive interaction with her, she will bitch about it but she will eventually soften up. Especially if she feels no reason to fear you. She absolutely won’t trust you at first and it’ll be an uphill battle, but its doable.

For Antagonists ehh.....just give her breathing room? Feel free to torment her but like....if you get real incessant about it, or outright try to kill her she will actively avoid you like the plague. And if you corner her she WILL try to kill you, and her venom means that no matter how strong you are, she MIGHT pull it off if you are careless. - Where are they usually to find?: Verse dependent, but tbh she could be found just about anywhere. She’s usually in Las Noches, ut she sneaks off to all kinds of places for some peace and quiet, or just to try and enjoy her generally unpleasant existence.

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?: Patience WILL pay off eventually? And she’s not a bitch 24/7. Sometimes she’s too tired/bored to be her usual bitchy self.

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by: Stolen from @pacifv Tagging: WOOF, this is a REALLY long one lol. So uhhh anyone who WANTS to do it?

#[Poisoned Anatomy]#[OutofExcuses]#[Dash Meme]

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 6 years ago

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2019 Louden Swain FanFic/FanArt Project (feat. The Station Breaks)

This project is finished!!!

See the completed book online HERE.

Rob was sweet, as always, and very sad to hear we won’t be doing any more of these. He said he’s enjoyed reading them, but he understands not being able to keep churning them out. Even though we can’t do more, I’m proud of us!!

Rules for the project, as well as links to the original posts for all of the stories and art, are under the cut!

If you’re new to this project, check out previous projects:

2016 - Masterpost - Finished book

2017 - Masterpost - Finished book

2018 - Masterpost - Finished book

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Every project so far, we’ve had art/aesthetics/edits for every story and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at #SPNDC in November! (Anything related to The Station Breaks will also be included in the project given to Jason Manns.)

Here’s the schedule:

6/22/19 5:00PM EDT - I will post the rules and regs and open the projects up so you guys can start claiming songs. Only one song request at a time (though you can list a backup song or two if your first request is already taken). Once you have finished and posted your first request, then you may make a second request. (Note: Due to a mistake on my part last year, the fic for She Waits has already been written, so this song is not available this year.)

9/2/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for writers. This gives writers 10 weeks, plus the US Labor Day holiday.

9/29/19 Midnight EDT - Deadline for artists. This give artists 4 extra weeks after the writing is done.

This schedule then gives me about three weeks to put everything together and prep for the con.

Here are the rules (below the cut):

Deadlines are final. NO LATE ENTRIES! If you find you need more time, let me know and we can try to work something out. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part. If you want to do two, you must finish your first before you will be allowed to reserve a second song.

Artists: - You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. - If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone. Most times, I have more writers than artists. If you are willing to work for multiple writers, I would be most grateful!!! In the past, I’ve had a pool of artists, and I tried to divvy up assignments as fairly as possible so no one artist gets all the work. - SEND ME AN ASK or an IM or whatever and let me know what you want to do. Whether you’re working with a writer on one, or willing to be part of a pool that works on multiple, just let me know! - When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. - You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to. - I would love some original cover art! If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

Writers: - Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. - Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing. - Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis. - You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year. In honor of their album, Splitting the Seams, if you would like to rework an old story, or write a new story based on a song you have previously written for, go for it! These stories will be in a separate section of the book, and the introduction to each one will reference your previous story. - Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2019 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.) - You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words. - Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can. - Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.) - If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it! - I will give your work a basic grammar/spelling proofreading before adding it to the project. If you would like, I can beta read your story for you before you post it, too. Just let me know!

Everyone: - If you would like to include a short summary of why you like the song you picked, especially if the song has some special meaning to you, I will add that to your submission in the final project. If you look at the last three (links are at the top of this post), you can see the kind of thing I’m talking about at the top of some of the stories. Please keep these brief, though.

And now, for something completely different: If you are interested in doing something completely different than a Supernatural-related story or art/edit, talk to me about it, and I’ll figure out a way to include it. Letters to the band or stories that are not SPN-related can be printed out and presented separately, and a list of links to posted audio or video submissions can be added.

As songs are claimed, this list will be updated!

Able-Legged Heroes

Make Believe Starin’ at the Middle Paper, Plastic Head Check Grandma’s Song Yeah, Well St. Louis When I’m Gone - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Three Car Garage In Like Finn Undergrad Prom

Overachiever

Cast Off Neurosis Codependent Only Lyin’ Overachiever Uncle Bob Blank Card No Hero Boy In Need

Suit And Tie

Suit And Tie Operator Gina Knows Blind A Lot To Learn Rock Song - @waywardnerd67 (fic and art) Rockit Real Life Long Way St. Louis Walk It Off Homesick

A Brand New Hurt

Better All I Need Pop Tart Heart Kind Of Guy Downtown Letdown Mrs. Vance Election Day Silverspoon Holiday Ready Steady Alright Medicated Something To Say - @winchestergirl-13 (fic) (art) Wasted Afternoon

Help You (single)

Help You

Eskimo

Like the Heart Goes Eskimo Carpool Lane CA Nation Cigarette Mamma’s Jam Worlds Collide - @writingfromkitchenator (fic and art) She Waits - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (fic) @alaskanartist (art) January Gamma Ray Be Me Wave Past Perfect

Sky Alive

Reunion - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Lucky Cool if I Come Over Hot Times Big One Fifteen Hey Darlin Bandaged Hand Crooked Wheel Trigger Finger Honey Bee - @atc74 (fic and art) Angela -

No Time Like The Present

Present Time Change The Locks Amazing Taxi Driver Over Before It Began Leg Up Roll Me Over Fair This Is How - @mrswhozeewhatsis (fic) @impala-dreamer (art) Night Light Juliet Numb

Splitting The Seams

Another Fool - @impala-dreamer (fic and art) Too Far Away

The Station Breaks

Slightest Thing Gone The Rest Free - @andromytta (fic) @winchestergirl-13 (art) They Ain’t You Just Walk Away Stowaway Not Giving My Heart Away - @mandilion76 (fic and art) Old Neighborhood Autumn Back

Cover art by @alaskanartist

Tagging past participants and possibly interesting people: @a-winchester-fairtytale @adriellej @alangel1895 @andromytta @anotherwinchesterfangirl @archangel-with-a-shotgun @archangelsanonymous @atc74 @brothersinsync @castiels-forbidden-angel @crashdevlin @curliesallovertheplace @deansleather @dont-hate-relate-pls @ellen-reincarnated1967 @enchantedstarfleet @take-my-crookedwheel @growningupgeek @hideyourdemoneyes @i-cant-believe-its-not-satan @i-dont-understand-that-url @icecream-and-gadreel @iwantthedean @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @jpadjackles-mishamark @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lifeonsarz @littlegreenplasticsoldier @loudenswainfangirl @manawhaat @mandilion76 @multi-fan-dom-madness @mysupernaturalfics @narrettwist @notnaturalanahi @oriona75 @padamooseandgrasshopper @pastelspn @personal-boogeyman @purgatoan @robbenedictandco @roxy-davenport @samanddeanwinchester67 @sams-little-toy @samsexualdeancurious @saritaa-chan @scorpiongirl1 @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @smmywinchester45 @stunt-idjit-number-two @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @toastiel @tricia-16 @trollhunter94 @waywardnerd67 @wideawakeandwriting @winchestergirl-13 @writingfromkitchenator @ilostmyshoe-79 @wingedcatninja @desiraelovesdestiel @impala-dreamer

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thisweekingundamwing · 5 years ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 27 October - 2 November 2019

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

I feel like I’ve probably missed a lot... but this was what was sent in and what I could find with a quick search. Janaverse has a lot more screenshots...but... y’all just got through the whole blog, it’s amazing.

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie

Random Fic Fodder https://anaranesindanarie.tumblr.com/post/188713640474/wu-the-stoic-janaverse-sirhate

@janaverse @wu-the-stoic

A Heero/Duo mob/cop married AU.

Devil’s Trill (Ch. 1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/21269921/chapters/50641808

Major Character Death

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy

Trowa Barton, Triton Bloom, Catherine Bloom, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Sally Po

Angst, Comatose, Technically Dead, Demons, Quatre Bashing

After an accident leaves him in a coma and by all technicalities, dead, Trowa's body becomes the host to a demon who decides to have some fun with his new body.

Arms Race (Ch. 4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20709938/chapters/50499533

Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Trowa Barton, Catherine Bloom, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Long Meilan, Relena Peacecraft, Quatre Raberba Winner, Dorothy Catalonia, Lady Une, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise

arms dealers, AU, Weapons Dealers, Weapons, undercover agents, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, weapons buyers

Duo and Trowa are rival weapon dealers. They are both contacted by the same person who offers a contract to whoever can get to them first. On the way they fight each other, other weapon dealers, and the Preventers. Who will win and who will lose?

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Not quite Prince Charming https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/21229895

F/M, Zechs Merquise/Reader

Zechs Merquise, Reader, Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy, WuFei Chang, Lucrezia Noin

Romance, Drama, Humor, Halloween, Angst, Reader-Insert

Getting your boyfriend to be your date for his sister's Halloween ball proves to be quite a challenge. Especially when his sister's bratty ways are thrown into the mix.

@janaverse

Stickies from Heero (Ch. 22) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19796581/chapters/50459294

Heero Yuy & Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Fanart/Gunpla/Photo Manips:

@ronisold

https://ronisold.tumblr.com/post/188778686852/11219-this-hurt-but-it-done

Heero Yuy, Wing Gundam - tattoo

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/188698966818/duo-is-staring-down-the-barrel-of-heeros-gun-and

Duo Maxwell, screencap

@terrablaze514

https://terrablaze514.tumblr.com/post/188669398482/i-just-had-to-from-episode-22

Trowa Barton, screencap

https://terrablaze514.tumblr.com/post/188669454192

Duo Maxwell, gif

Head Canons:

GW OC-October:

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/188510877561/alright-lets-keep-this-going-gwoc-october-day

Catty - Day 19, Days 20-26

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188637536839/gundam-wing-episodes-23-25

Duo & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188661393245/quatre-did-you-shoot-that-guy-heero-no-should

Quatre & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188701762864/wufei-sometimes-i-feel-like-im-just-like-a-boat

WuFei & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188712279265/trowa-and-thats-why-im-not-allowed-at

Trowa & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188713024759/texting-quatre-hey-wyd-heero-in-bed-crying

Quatre & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188755772011/zechs-listen-i-need-your-help-noin-great-who

Zechs & Noin

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188706840324/duo-rolling-down-the-window-what-seems-to-be-the

Duo & Zechs

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/188713296079/duo-chucks-one-of-these-at-the-other-pilots

Duo Maxwell

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation: Shooting Stars, Celebrating 25 Years of Gundam Wing

Zine Content https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/186791784139/rhythm-generation-shooting-stars-is-an-unofficial

Pre-orders Open! https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/188735760992/pre-orders-are-open-rhythm-generation-shooting

@gundam-wing-bingo

Gundam Wing Bingo is here!

Come and sign up for a card here: https://gundam-wing-bingo.tumblr.com/post/185466400076/gundam-wing-bingo

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, November 8th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/188765246143/from-jura-to-java-1-2-oz-isle-of-jura-superstition

For those going to Pillowfort, find us here.

If anyone has ideas for prompts, PLEASE send them in! Our ask box is always open.

In need of Winter prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2019!

GW OC-October is over! Feel free to continue answering prompts if you want, just tag us and which prompt it is, and we’ll reblog it! You can keep at ‘em until next October’s prompts!

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Events Calendar! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/188285778326/seasons-of-gundam-wing-events-calendar

Here’s the Pillowfort discussion.

@thisweekingundamevents

Gundam Wing Holiday Gift Exchange 2019/2020

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/188113410410/holiday-gift-exchange

Sign-ups Close on November 3rd!

Schedule: 20 October: Sign-ups Open! - 3 November: Sign-ups Closed! - 10 November: Assignments sent out! - 5-11 January: Post your Gifts!

Last call for sign-ups! https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/188772887280/holiday-gift-exchange-20192020

Gundam Wing Unorthodox Undercover Work Mini Bang

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#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #27 October - 2 November 2019

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ursoself-satisfying · 6 years ago

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an OC sneak peek [2/?]

ok heres another w the accompanying oc!!! its ginger n maryanne 4ever!!!!! i lov them sm!!!!! but anyway heres another excerpt from around the same time n its MORE angst n I hope u like my vagueness lol,, PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!! LEMME KNO WHAT U THINK!!!! ilyall enjoy ::””)) IM GONNA PREFACE THIS W THE FACT THAT IK IRL BRIAN IS A PURE MAN N THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN N ANITA IS A GODDESS BUT THIS IS JUST FOR THE DRAMA ITS TOTAL FICTION I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO DISRESPECT TOWARDS ANY OF THEM its got some cheating ig so be aware that anita is my mom n the loml pls dont call me out ::((

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“Anything to drink?” He asked casually, causing the girl to squirm in her seat. Her discomfort was amusing to him, as she was the one who had traveled out in the first place. She was present of her own volition but acted as though her emotions had such an irresistible hold on her, or rather Brian did, that she was there out of a primal need rather than any conscious decision.

“No- No, I’m ok, thank you.” The tall man glanced back at her with a soft, sad air about him. This feeling often came with their interactions as of late, despite their past. He averted his gaze from her body and turned his attention on pouring himself some tea instead. They existed in simple silence for a few moments, the only sound in the small kitchen was that of the kettle on the stove and the pouring of boiling water in his cup. He stood at the counter and took a long sip before turning slowly to sit across from his unsolicited guest. A feather soft smile graced his lips as he took her in. Even in an unfortunate situation, she was unbelievable, the same as ever.

The woman bit her lip before leaning forward and uncrossing her tense legs, “So, uh, wh-”

Brian set his drink down with a small clink on the table, the sound meant to interrupt her question. He just stared into the hot earthy contents for a moment and stirred it slowly. “Anita’s at her semi-annual retreat this week without me.” He cleared his throat, “I couldn’t spare the time between the post-production bustle and having to prepare for the cosmos convention.” His smile was thin and he took a sip of his tea before continuing, “I’m home alone for a while,” his eyes traced the woman’s silhouette before meeting her gaze as she was doing the same to him, “but I think you knew that.”

“Look-” She started quietly, but ultimately she could maintain the eye contact long enough to finish and slouched for a second instead. Ginger looked down at his comment, avoiding the aim of his accusatory glance. With a huff, she sat up and turned to face suddenly face him directly. “Maryanne kicked me out for the night.”

The elder of the two raised his brows and put his cup down with a concerned expression. “She kicked you out?” He asked incredulously.

The redhead swallowed, “Shes ‘moving on’.” She spat her words at him with a clear distaste for her lovers choice of actions as well as words.

The long fingers of the guitarist slid across the table and laid open for an embrace. Ginger glanced up at him cautiously before deciding his soft eyes held genuity and she laced her hand in his. The tips of his digits wrapped around her like they were made to fit with one another. Her hands in his caused a wave of emotions to ripple from the contact and Brian could barely handle it. He sniffled and slowly let his thumb slide over the never aging skin of the woman he once adored, and though he would tell himself otherwise, he still adored.

“I'm sorry,” he began, but she shook her head violently with an angry frown. She unintentionally squeezed his outstretched hand but he squeezed right back.

“Don't be. She’s just-” Ginger sighed, “She's different now, you know?”

Her aura slowly shifted from that of deep warm hues to softer cooler tones, from red and oranges to blues and purples like a dying flame coming down from its hottest point. Brian could feel the shift shoot through her and he prepared himself to stand and hold her the minute she needed him to.

Ginger looked up to meet Brian's sympathetic stare. He had always been the key to their emotions and it unlocked some kind of flood gate in her. She could feel it rush all at once in seemingly every part of her body. “I just don't wanna lose her, Brian!” She let it our like a gust of wind from her mouth, a storm of repressed worried. “I can't-! Not like I lost you!”

Just as he knew he would be needed, the man stood and went to her side. She stood as he approached and let him engulf her in his long arms as tears escaped and ran down her already red cheeks. She was shaking, having no way to handle or process the realization their return had thrust upon her. Brian held her sobbing head close in his chest, stroking her short hair and tightening his limbs protectively around her warm body. She could feel him place a small kiss on her head, whispering and cooing to her as he once had long ago, “Hush now, it'll all be alright, my darling girl,” his voice would waver now and again as he calmed her, “my sweet, beautiful, darling, darling, girls.” The smaller hands of the woman held dependently to the collar of his sweater and she choked back a final sob before attempting to speak again.

Her small voice came out with a rasp, raw from her cries, as she tilted her head back to meet the eyes of her familiar love, “We made things work, Brian. Why can't we just be like that again?” She pleaded with shining green eyes that took the man to another scene for a moment, one of discovery and firsts, one full of ecstasy and elation, but one so different than his present. “We were happy, Harold. Why can't we be happy again?” A weak attempt at a smile graced her lips at the loosening of her tongue, unfolding the old name like opening an old scrapbook.

Had her hands not been traveling up his changed face to tether him to his physical body, her use of his other name, so intimate and exclusive, would have had him lost right then and there in the sensation she provided. She cradled his face and her shaking lips begged to be kissed, tangling her fingers in his grey curls to entice him. Drifting closer and closer until he was bent to breathe down her neck, the temptation became too much.

It may have started at the neck but it moved in hot streaks from the necks to jaws to lips on lips. While Ginger's hands were preoccupied with the buttons of his shirt, Brian’s were holding her as close to him as he could, sprawled out on her back dangerously close to her ass. She mapped out his chest with the tips of her nails while her tongue did the same with his mouth. Nothing needed to be mapped, really, because for her it was like walking down a road to your first home. Even after you've left it, you'll always remember how to get there, no matter how much shrubbery grows over the path or how long it goes unattended. Brian was their home and they always seemed to find their way back to him, regardless of the distance put between them.

Brian thought she was exactly the same. Everything about her physically was just as she was when she left him. He then pulled away at the reemergence of that memory. As he separated from her, she mewled in protest, the loss of connection cold on her. That was right, though, she had left and he had stayed. Years and years had gone by and he had made a life for himself, more of a life, or in the very least a life without them.

“Brian,” Ginger moaned, trying to snake her arms back around his neck, “baby, what's wrong?” Her eyes were closed and her shirt was half haphazardly pushed up but her exposure only made Brian suddenly feel sicker.

“You know what's wrong, my love.” His languid fingers worked to pry her needy form off him with much difficulty. Her pouts turned to frowns and he gently, if not reluctantly, pulled her clothes back in place on her but she swatted him away as he spoke. “Ginger, darling, all of this is what's wrong.”

He motioned to them, to the empty house, to the hairs sticking to her face like sunny, golden, cherubic looking locks. She was glowing, but wasn't she always? She was in his eyes but that only made it all harder. “What?” She spat, “That- That I still love you? That's wrong?”

So much of it hurt him but he- He had to. It was really the only acceptable course of action. The teenager in him beat on his heart like Roger on a gong and begged and pleaded for there to be another way, for him to run away with her like he was 17 again, but he was old and his heart no longer reverberated in his chest like it used to. “You're the most intelligent creature I've ever encountered, my love. You know why all this is wrong.”

The tears returned and rolled down her face in record time as she bit her lip. “Why can't things go back to the way they were? It was perfect-”

He sighed, “The world is always changing-”

“I love you, Brian Harold May! And you still love me! I know you do! Isn’t that what you taught us?” With calculated steps, she aimed to close the distance between them but the older man kept her at arms distance now. “If we're in love then we should be together!” With every word, her speech became less and less intelligible through her sobs. “I just- I don’t understand!”

His heart shook as it shattered in his chest at her final words, a final crash to end an epic saga. “Things are a lot more complicated now, Ginger. You'll understand someday-” He held back his own tears and watched her pace the floor in front of him.

“Don't be so fucking condescending!” She snapped, stopping to look him in the eyes, the same eyes she saw when she first arrived. They were the only consistent thing in her long life, the love he held in his gaze. It softened her against her will. She wanted to be angry, not for the first time ever, but for the first time for personal reasons.

Brian paused at this. He had never seen her exhibit this much emotion before especially not aggression. All this time and he wasn't sure if he’d ever seen her this mad. “I'm sorry-”

“Don't be.” There she was. She was back to being cold. Face dry and slack, she was a woman of logic and decision. She collected herself and her things, jackets, and bags scattered around the room, refusing any help or assistance offered by Brian.

He didn't do a thing to stop her in the end. He knew she would find somewhere else to go, to stay, someone else to keep her warm. He had no doubt about that. She was well loved and well read, but ignorant in the ways of society. He worried but he couldn't have stopped her if he’d wanted to anyway. He desperately wanted to, but he knew the second his skin sparked on hers again he wouldn't be able to stop this time. No one in his life deserved that, his kids didn't deserve a father like that and his wife, God, she deserved more than he was being right then.

The door closed with a slam and Brian watched from the window as she got in her car but she didn't leave. She just sat there, hunched over her steering wheel and what he could only assume was yelling. Her mouth was wide and her eyes were shut tightly. He hadn't even realized the tears falling from his own eyes. He didn't wait for her to leave, he couldn't take the site of her any longer, not here not like this.

Behind some of his amps, Brian kept a box. It was filled with old photos, some bits of clothing, and all sorts of pieces of art. His favorite, of course, was the photos though. There they were, all together, smiling and in love. The three of them, they were- They were unstoppable, untouchable. It was golden with them, always. God, he thought how did it come to this? How could their story have arrived at this conclusion? And all Brian could assume was that this simply wasn't yet the conclusion.

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #she has a voice!!!#bohrhap #new blog #brian may #mine #fanfic #not queen #personal #nut #friends #angst #oc #original character #ginger

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hyseok · 7 years ago

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Alone With You : Chapter One

Sure, today didn't go as planned, but really when does it ever? Note to self: stop accepting invitations to parties thrown by Jeon Jungkook, actually, lets just stop being his friend all together.

Let me take you back a bit. October 30th 12:45 am; me being as studious as I am, decided to stay in. Studying... slowly dying. You get it. I needed to cram for an exam that was planned just after Halloween. And you know what, I was happy in my little bubble, but of course why would the universe allow me to just have peace and quiet?

bam bam

I jerked my head toward my dorm door, "Who the hell is at my door at 12 in the morning?" Groaning, I head toward the door ready to cuss out whoever decided banging my door like the fucking hulk was a good idea. Then it clicked. "I swear to god Jeon if this is you I'm going to-" Of course it is. I swing open my door and sure enough, there he is, Jeon Jungkook, standing there leaning against the frame slightly. Eyeing him up and down I notice that he's not wearing the same black shirt and puma sweats he always seems to be wearing. Instead, he's wearing a black button up fitting perfectly with his black ripped jeans & of course, black boots.

He meets my gaze and smirks. "See something you like?" He says, ending it with a greasy wink. "You wish." I say, rolling my eyes as he pushes past me. Jungkook and I met in high school, I honestly thought I'd never have to deal with his greasy ass anymore but much to my surprise he got into the same university as I did. Lucky me.

"Why are you dressed like that anyway?" I say closing the door. "I thought your style was primarily 'Homeless person going through a lot'" I say not to far behind him, heading straight for the kitchen. Without even looking he hold his middle finger up. "Fuck you." I gasp, dramatically holding my hand up to my mouth. He rolls his eyes and continues "There's a party tonight.. speaking of which" He side glances me up and down and scoffs. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" I raise my eyebrow at that and he chuckles. "Come on now, I told you about this party last week... damn for someone so smart you'd think you'd be able to remember something so simple" He says reaching into the refrigerator, pulling out the last of my strawberry milk. "I didn't forget Jeon. I just merely CHOSE to ignore you." I say with a slight shrug. He grasps at his chest, his face contouring into fake pain. "You know Sara, that hurts." He says. "Anyway, you can't just sit here wasting away in a pile of books, You're coming." Jungkook has always been the type of guy to have the upmost confidence.

I guess knowing him as long as I have, I've grown to know all of his tricks and well, to put it simple. He gets what he wants, when he wants. "You're delusional." I spit back, walking past him, making my way to the the scatter of books on my coffee table when I hear Jungkook say something I hoped he never would. "Yoongi will be there." My body, as if someone pushed pause on a universal remote stops, slowly I turn to him. His smile is as wide as ever because he knows. He knows uttering those words he’s got me in the palm of his hands.

(Note to self number two: Never speak about who I am infatuated with around Jeon Jungkook.) But like I said earily, he gets what he wants. When he wants it.

So of course I went. Not without a few more snarky comments moving back and forth between Jungkook and I. Hurriedly, I put on a simple outfit. A black crop top, ripped Jeans and my favourite sneakers. I'm going but just so I can get some fresh air. You know.. get out of the dorm. Like a broken record this is what I told myself, what I repeated on the car ride to Park Jimin's house, where the party would be held.

Yes because of that, totally not because of him. Nope not because of Min Yoongi.

"SARA!!" Hoseok yells out the moment my foot hits the floor of the house that already seems to be busting through the seems with people. Making his way through the people to stand right in front of me. "Hoseok, Hi!" I say with a smile. Hoseok has always been so kind to me, a really good friend. I mean, he is quite goofy but I like that most about him. "Hey, Sara!" Seokjin, a friend I met through Jungkook. Says as he walks up to us with an orange disposable cup in hand. He goes to pass it to me and without a word, I take the drink from his hand and take a sip. "What the fuck?!" I say immediately after, the feeling of the liquor going down my throat is not pleasing at all.

"Oh sorry, forgot to warn you. That's vodka." Seokjin laughs. Sometimes it's hard to believe he's the oldest.

"Hey!! There you guys are." Jimin, the host of the party, and the one i’ve known the longest out of the entire friend group. I smile at him before noticing the two other guys walking behind him. "Hey shortie" Jungkook says. Jimin gives him a glare, Seokjin and I give each other a knowing look and back up slightly. We'd rather not be involved in another one of their... 'brotherly' fights again. Which honestly almost always end up with Jungkook having a bruised face and broken nose and Jimin having to deal with some type of broken bone for several months.

In the midst of the tension, I look past Jimin's shoulder and wave slightly at the two no one has seems to acknowledge yet. They look at me and smile, waving back, the blond one waving a little more enthusiastically, continuing to give me a very boxy grin. "Oh shit right, these two. This is Namjoon and Taehyung. I never got the chance to introduce you." Jimin says scratching the back of his neck. "Oh and this is Sara." He finishes, giving them a strange look I cant quite decipher. The two look back at me, then back to Jimin, finally meeting my gaze once more. "Nice to finally meet you." Taehyung says. "We've heard al-" His words are cut off by a quick jab in his side from Namjoon.

He stands there sheepishly, glances being exchanged back and forth and an awkward silence passes by which says a lot about the situation considering this is a packed house full of loud university students. There shouldn't be an opportunity for silences.

Finally, Seokjin breaks the awkward bubble we've constructed around each other. "Okay so, lets have some fun since everyone has met Sara now!" He says, Hoseok nods "Ill go get you a drink that won't murder you." He laughs as he turns to make his way to the drink table. When the others aren't paying attention, I look over at Jungkook, who surprisingly, hasn’t gone off yet to flirt with every female in the house. "Okay.. he's coming right?" I say quietly, fielding with my fingers.. He looks at me amused and shrugs. "He's always late to things like this" Not very helpful. "He'll be here," Is all Jungkook has the chance to say before he's swept away by a group of girls. Not too much time passes before Hoseok returns, solo cups in hand. He reaches out to hand me mine and I accept it.

After another awkward silence and about way too many bad jokes from Seokjin, everyone decides to split up. Walking through the house it's apparent that everyone is either; high on something, drunk out of their mind or trying to fuck in the middle of the living room. Fuck, this is why I wanted to stay home. I sigh and make my way to the living area. Deciding on just standing in the corner next to the stereo, I'm the outcast even at parties.

It's been about 2 and a half hours now, the one person I wanted to at least glimpse at just once is no where to be seen. "This is fucking pointless" I say, pushing myself off the wall. I put down the drink I haven't really touched since arriving and make my way to the kitchen.

The first person I see there is Jimin, standing next to a group of guys I don't know. I make my way toward him, tapping his shoulder. Slowly he turns to look at me. "If you see Jungkook tell him I left." I say immediately, not waiting for his response i turn to make my way to the front door. I just want to go home at this point.

"You're leaving so soon?" Jimin asks right behind me with a look of hurt on his face. "The party was great Jimin, really, but I'm not feeling it anymore right now." I say, pushing through the crowd of people grinding against each other. It's about fifteen seconds before he responds. By then we've already made it his front door.

"Didn’t you ride with Jungkook? Do you need me to go get him? Or I could call a cab for you" He asks, a hint of worry in his voice as I slip on my jacket. I shake my head. "No it's okay, I'll be fine to just walk." I say with a smile. "Tell Taehyung and Namjoon it was nice to meet them, try not to break any bones tonight." I finish with a final hug exchanged between him and I. I turn to make my way out of the door, it's about a 20 minute walk but I think it'll be nice to just enjoy the rest of the night. So I start my way down the vacant street.

Its only been ten minutes of walking yet the thoughts of why I even left my dorm in the first place flood my mind like a broken faucet. Maybe this crush thing has gone too far.. I wasted my night waiting for him. I could have been home sleeping or studying. This is never worth it but I always do it. For him. Why do I like him so much? Why exactly am I trying so hard?

I sigh as I look up at the moon. The night breeze feeling nice against my skin. "Maybe it's time to just stop trying.. right?" I whisper.

I guess so..

I let out a some what defeated sigh, I just need to go home and take a warm bath and sleep at this point. I’m about five minutes from doing just that now. Turning the corner, I can see my building now, and It finally starts to feel like this night is coming to an end.. Well that is until..

BAM!

[a/n: so...this is chapter one of my yoongi x oc au, dedicated to my friend who gave me the inspiration for it, I hope you guys enjoy it, idk how may parts it’ll have but im thinking 4-5?. Anyway, Chapter 2 will be out sometime tomorrow!! Thanks for reading. Note: I posted this on my wattpad also.]

#alone with you #min yoongi #yoongi x oc #bts writing #fan writing #bts #bts fanfic #yoongi #au

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yg-got7scenarios · 8 years ago

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Better as Three Part 5 (M) (FINAL)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre: Smut

Length: 7,507 words

Plot: For about a year and half of being together, you and Mark did notice one thing that Jaebum really lacks on, patience and losing control. Always the dominant one in bed, and always gets what he wants. One night, he agrees to do a switch, and you and Mark are definitely going to make the most out of it.

Warning/s: Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Shameless Threesome, Boy to boy, Rimming, Ass play, Anal Sex, Sub!JB (askdlghasldkehh), Bondage, Sight Deprivation, Edging, Dom!Mark, Dom!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Edging, Jaebum shamelessly begging, etc.

A/N: Final chapter for this series before I start with the prequel! OK as usual, filthy, detailed, and very graphic smut ahead. As you have read on the warnings, there will be boy to boy scenes so read at your own risk. Also, this is pure indulgence, if you are not comfortable with Jaebum being sub in general, then this is not for you. If you’re okay with everything, then go ahead and sin with me ;)

“You agreed to this.”

You whispered against Jaebum’s ear as you fasten the leather cuffs on his left wrist, before tying the cuff on the bed posts. Jaebum hisses when you pulled at his arm a little too hard, and you smiled at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I’m getting a little too excited baby.” You giggled before securing the leather cuff at your boyfriend’s right wrist, before you tested if the cuffs are bounding your boyfriend’s arms completely, and you smiled evilly when you are sure that the bounds are tight enough to keep him immobile.

A deep, vibrating laugh echoed against the room when Mark steps in after he gets the cotton blindfold cloth from his bag in the closet room.

“I never imagined that you will be in this position, Jaebummie…” Mark bites his lower lip as he admires his boyfriend’s form in the middle of the bed only in his boxers, with both of his hands on either side of him, stretched, with his arm muscles relaxing and flexing from time to time and a hot, white sizzle run down his spine when he sees Jaebum’s hard cock restraining against his tight boxer briefs.

“He looks so beautiful like this, isn’t it, Mark?” You make your way towards Mark without breaking your gaze with Jaebum, and the man on the bed swallowed heavily.

“So, so beautiful.” Mark snakes an arm around your waist to bring you close to him, bringing a light, lingering kiss on your lips before trailing, hot, wet kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down to your neck. He sucks on the base of your collarbone and you mewled against his touch, your hands running up and down Mark’s toned biceps. Mark returns to your mouth and kisses you with more pressure, nibbling on your lips before sucking on your tongue lewdly, and your nails started digging against his shoulders.

“Damn it, if you two are going to make out in front of me and not touch me, then just let me fucking leave this room!” Jaebum growled in annoyance and you quickly pulled away from Mark’s enthusiastic mouth, but Mark is eager to tease the other man by pressing his lips below your ear, your sensitive spot, making you moan uncontrollably.

“Our baby boy feels neglected, baby girl, so why don’t we start playing with him?” He murmurs against your ear and you smirked at Jaebum and you noticed that sweat are starting to form at the center of his chest, and it made you more excited than you already are.

“I would love to.” Mark smirks at your response before pulling away from you reluctantly, making his way towards the bed by Jaebum’s head. He brushes the hair that blocks Jaebum’s face before kissing his forehead, nose, and his lips.

“Close your eyes and lift your head for me, baby.” He nips on his bottom lip and Jaebum glares at him.

“Oh, so you’re going to blindfold me? I don’t think so, Mark.” Jaebum shakes his head before turning his face away from his boyfriend. Mark’s smile grew even wider, of course, it’s not Jaebum if he doesn’t bite back. You and Mark know that Jaebum hates being deprived of his senses, so him agreeing to be tied up is already an achievement, so here is your chance to actually see how far he would go.

“You said we can do anything we want, Bummie, no limitations, and no hesitations…” Mark grabs Jaebum’s jaw with his big hand before turning his face to meet his eyes and Jaebum gulps at the sudden fire dancing on Mark’s irises. Devil.

Mark tightens his grip on Jaebum’s jaw and Jaebum breathes out shakily, his heartbeat racing at a maddening beat, lust is crawling against his veins, and his skin getting hotter and hotter by the second. He has never been in this position before, yes, since he is obviously the more dominant person in their relationship, but he never thought that he will actually feel this aroused being tied up and, soon enough, being deprived by his eye sight.

“Or if you want, we won’t blindfold you, but you will never cum tonight, and you won’t be allowed to touch yourself for the rest of the week.” Mark lifts his boyfriend’s face to meet his eyes and Jaebum groans, his throat parched so his response was croaky.

“Fuck, no. Shit, fine, just fucking blindfold me if that’s what you want.” He says and Mark kisses him again, murmuring a ‘good boy’ on his lips that made the younger roll his eyes at him; helping him lift his head, wrapping the cotton cloth around his eyes, before tying it at the back of his head. While Mark secures the bond of the blindfold, you took this chance to slip Jaebum’s boxers down his ankles and you lick your lips when you saw is erect cock bouncing against his toned stomach.

“What is she doing?” Jaebum asks Mark when he pulls away and Jaebum knows that there is a teasing smirk on his boyfriend’s face even though he cannot see it, and he wants to scratch it out of his face so bad.

“OK so I’m fucking blind. Thanks. What are you guys up to?” He snickers annoyingly and gasps when you and Mark hold each of his ankles and he groans when you two had wrapped leather cuffs against it as well.

“Oh fuck me.” Jaebum groans for the umpteenth time today and you smiled at Mark and he did the same as you two began tying the leather cuffs against the posts at the bottom of the bed.

“Oh, don’t worry Bummie, I will do soon.” Mark chuckles evilly and Jaebum bit his lip and he tried to wiggle his arms and legs, and he shivered at the thought of being completely submissive and helpless in you and Mark’s hands. When Mark implied that he is going to fuck him soon, a strange mixture of fear and lust creeped on his skin and he involuntary let out a moan, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“He is getting excited, Mark… Why don’t we start?” You mumbled and Jaebum tried to keep still, though with the lack of sense of sight and, technically, sense of touch too, he had struggled to ease the fuzzing of his body. He felt the foot of the mattress dip and he has no idea if it was you or Mark. He licks his dry lips while breathing deeply as he tries his best to listen to you and Mark’s movements.

“Relax, Bummie, we’ll make you feel so good.” Mark runs his hands on top of Jaebum’s chest before pressing a kiss at the center of it. His boyfriend continued to dig the pad of his long fingers against his toned chest, to his erect nipples, before tugging on them and Mark smirks at the way Jaebum bit his lower lip to stop himself from moaning. His hands wandered below his ribs before rubbing circles against his toned stomach, down to his hip bones, before lowering his head to take one of his nipples in his mouth. He leaves kitten licks against the bud; flicking them harshly with the tip of his tongue before biting on it gently.

“SHIT, fuck!” Jaebum shut his lips after that embarrassing curse that left his mouth when Mark tugs on his now swollen red nipple using his sharp teeth, the sensations rushing through his groin, which is now enclosed in one of your palms. Mark switched sides and began lapping on the other bud, sucking, kissing, and licking it until it becomes equally swollen as the other one. You, on the other hand, just held Jaebum’s cock, tightening and loosening your hold around the base from time to time, just feeling it twitch while your other boyfriend is assaulting Jaebum’s nipples.

“Fuck, I know that’s you, ______, are you going to suck me off or what?” Jaebum groans when Mark tugs on his other nipple while he attempts to move his hips despite the position he was in, hoping to gain some friction with your hand. You know that he cannot see you, but you still tilted your head to the side before withdrawing your hand from his erection, making the boy on his back grunt in frustration.

“Always so impatient, Jaebummie… Mark and I will make sure to take care of that tonight…” Your hands travelled down to squeeze and massage Jaebum’s thick, trembling thighs while Mark kisses his way up to litter small red and purple marks on his chest, collarbones, and neck. Jaebum gritted his teeth when Mark bites on the thin skin at the base of his throat while he can feel every inch of your palms digging against his limbs.

When Mark pulls away from Jaebum’s neck, he kisses Jaebum firmly on the lips, nibbling on his lips not-so-gently, but not diving in deep just yet. Jaebum tries to lift his head and catch Mark’s lips by sticking his tongue out while they’re kissing, but Mark pulls away, shaking his head, though Jaebum cannot see it.

“I don’t think so, Bummie.” He chuckles darkly and Jaebum grunts again, his patience dwindling and you and Mark can hear the rattling of the leather cuffs. Jaebum moans aloud when Mark suddenly grips his nape, crashing his lips against the slightly younger man fervently, snaking his tongue inside his mouth with such force that made Jaebum pull against his restraints. The brunette moaned against Mark’s mouth when he felt another set of wet lips enclosing the head of his leaking cock, sucking salaciously before he felt tongue swiping and circling the head, the slit, then back to making hard suctions against the head. Mark continued kissing his boyfriend, trying his best to get the upper hand on the kiss, guess he needs to thank you for that.

When your wet lips left Jaebum’s cock with an obscene pop, his inner brat seemed to come out unintentionally. He clashes his tongue and teeth against the older before trapping Mark’s bottom lip with his teeth, holding him there before sucking on the abused muscle, causing the redhead to moan out of frustration. The hand that is on Jaebum’s nape went up to his dark locks, tugging on his scalp hard to have Jaebum growling in pain, making him pull away and crane his head back, exposing his gorgeous neck with his veins popping out, making Mark grumble at the sight.

“You really don’t understand how this game is supposed to be played, do you?” Mark grunts against Jaebum’s ear with his voice an octave lower and Jaebum’s lip quivered; he had to admit that Mark getting angry is such a huge turn on for him. He decides to push it further, just to see how he’s going to react, but the older male seemed to catch on his plan before he even executes it. The hand on his hair pulled a little hard, forcing him to tilt his head higher and for a grunt to leave his mouth before he felt his boyfriend’s sharp teeth digging against his pulse point.

“FUCK.” Jaebum cries out, Mark is biting too hard on his neck he is afraid that he is going to draw blood soon. Despite the pain, the sudden dominance of the redhead brought extreme pleasure boiling at the pit of his stomach and you snickered when you saw Jaebum’s whole body squirm in front of you. Jaebum can feel tears in his eyes when Mark finally pulls away, but not before tugging on the bruised skin.

“Now,” Mark runs his tongue over the wound which made the slightly younger male moan involuntarily. “Are you going to be a good boy for us or do you need more pain?” Mark rubs the pads of his fingers over the bruise and Jaebum cries out, it was fucking painful, but his cock is also leaking a freaking tap at the action. Jaebum nods, feeling his throat scorched.

“Use your mouth, baby boy.” Mark mutters, nipping on the blotch on his neck and Jaebum hisses.

“Yes, yes…” He says but there is still a spark of defiance in his voice, though Mark is satisfied with the answer, for now. Mark winks at you and you smirk back. Mark lets go of Jaebum’s hair before kneeling in between the younger’s chest. Jaebum rumbles as he felt his boyfriend’s naked cock pressing on his chest, making him lick his lower lip slowly. Mark runs the pad of his thumb where Jaebum’s tongue was earlier, before slipping it inside the brunette’s mouth.

“Suck it.” Mark orders and Jaebum did as told; sucking on his digit and he moans when Mark started to grind his erection against his chest. As quick as the grinding started, his boyfriend pulls his thumb away before slipping his index and middle finger inside his mouth until he is second knuckle deep. Jaebum sucks his fingers hard, showing Mark that he can be patient as they wanted him to be.

“Such a good, good boy,” Mark mumbles as he pushes his ring finger along the first two, and Jaebum gags at the sudden pressure.

“Take it...” He drives his fingers in and out of Jaebum’s warmth at a steady pace, the wet sounds of his fingers and Jaebum’s mouth are making his stomach hurl.

“Oh shit!” Jaebum bit on Mark’s fingers on accident when he felt his hole licked slowly. He had completely forgotten that you are still there and he realized that the real torture is just about to start.

“Fuck,” Jaebum groans when Mark pulls his fingers out of his mouth before letting out a breath.

“Is that ______? Ugh, fuck!” As if to respond to his question, you spread Jaebum’s inner thighs to get a better view of his hole. You scrape your teeth on the thin skin near the ring of muscle before licking repeatedly on his rim, causing him to wiggle his hips.

“Does it feel good, Jaebummie?” Mark says as he resumes rocking his cock against the other man’s chest. Jaebum didn’t say anything – he just bit his lower lip when you started sucking on his now wet hole, the sounds of your mouth sucking his hole ringing against his ears and Mark laughs when he sees Jaebum’s arms muscles tensing and you smiled (though you’re not sure how you did that while your mouth is around Jaebum’s ass) when Jaebum started to move his hips against the movements of your mouth and tongue.

“Goddamnit.” Jaebum half-whispered, half-whimpered when you bite on the tight ring of muscle and Mark took this chance to direct the head of his cock in Jaebum’s parted mouth.

“I bet you love your ass getting eaten, baby boy. But don’t forget that I am also here, so…” He slaps his lower lip lightly with his cock, “Open up.” Jaebum did as told and Mark inserted the head of dick inside Jaebum’s wet mouth. He began fucking the other male’s cavern slowly, taking his time, distracting him so that you can stand up and grab the lube from the bedside table.

Jaebum chokes on Mark’s dick when the older male pushed his cock deep inside his throat, forcing his gag reflex down while you retreated to your previous position in between Jaebum’s legs; wrapping your fingers around his leaking cock before pumping him languidly, alternating your strokes from slow and tight, to fast and loose, driving Jaebum insane as he moans shallowly since Mark’s cock is still fucking his mouth and he wonders how you two had managed to be in sync with how you are pumping him and how Mark is plunging his cock in and out of his mouth.

“Your mouth is so warm, Jaebummie.” Mark tilts Jaebum’s head to change the angle of his thrusts and he pulls out for a few seconds, to give Jaebum time to breathe. While you continue to jack Jaebum off, you squeeze a dollop of lube on your middle finger and began circling his hole, spreading the thick liquid evenly while pressing on his perineum from time to time. You continued circling his rim and admire how his thick thighs are shaking lightly and you are sure that Mark enjoys the view of his bulging arms straining from the restraints too.

“How does that feel, baby boy?” Mark asks the brunette and Jaebum just hissed, afraid to say anything as he felt the tip of your finger prodding his entrance. When Jaebum didn’t respond, he forces the younger to suck him off again, this time, going at a gentler pace, which Jaebum doesn’t know if it was a good thing or not. The tip that he felt inside his hole is slowly easing inside him, and he clenched around your slick finger, making you stop moving while you tug on the head of his dick.

“Relax, Jae… It won’t hurt too much if you do.” You wiggle your finger and you felt his walls loosening just a tad bit and Mark continues to push his cock in and out of his mouth to distract him.

“You’re doing so good, babe...” You murmured as you bury your finger even deeper, holding it in place as you circle your palm around the head of his dick as Mark pulls his now hard cock out of his mouth.

“You okay?” Mark says as he gets off of Jaebum before joining you at the foot of the bed. Jaebum felt cold without his boyfriend’s presence near him but it was thrown out of the window when your finger inside him started to pull out slowly, the stretch slightly burning his insides up.

“Sshhh, we got you, Jae… Just relax…” You said in your honeyed voice and Jaebum forced to relax, though his fingers and toes are curling against the air when you started setting a steady pace with your strokes, while Mark replaces your hand that was previously on his dick.

“S-shit.” Jaebum bites his lower lip when Mark’s mouth licks the gratituous amount of precum on the tip of his dick as soon as your finger began gaining speed, slowly opening the other male up for more. Mark lowers his mouth on his dick while you jerk your hand and you press a kiss against the base of his cock when you felt your boyfriend starting to ride your fingers and Mark’s mouth.

“More?” You asked and Jaebum nods and that was enough for you. Mark continued licking Jaebum’s cock as you pulled out your middle finger before slicking your ring finger, pushing them inside Jaebum’s hole slowly and Jaebum grunts at the sting.

“F-fuck...” Jaebum stammers and he pulls at his restraints. Mark distracts him by pumping the base of his girth while his mouth is sucking on the head.

“You okay?” You asked him once more and Jaebum lets out a breathless ‘yes’. You inserted your fingers deliberately but only after a few strokes, you felt Jaebum’s walls loosening and his hips are moving as much as his current position allows, and you instantly gained the speed of your thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in until you are second knuckle deep, and Jaebum shuts his lips tight, but his ragged breathing gives him away.

You set a vicious pace while Mark continues bobbing his head up and down Jaebum’s stiff member, but Jaebum holds it in, not wanting to show his vulnerability yet. Mark raises his eyebrow at you and you kissed him when he pulls Jaebum’s member out of his mouth. You crooked your fingers up, once, twice, until, bam.

“HOLY SHIT.” Jaebum lifts his head when his prostate was hit spot on by the tip of your fingers. He can hear your giggles and Mark’s laugh and he can feel his face heat up, because did he just moan that out loud?

“There?” You bite your lip as you continued pressing on that bundle of nerves inside him and your boyfriend thrashed, his back arching and hips stuttering before muttering a ‘fuck, yes’ under his breath. You pulled your fingers out before plunging it back in, making sure to hit his prostate each and every time and Jaebum’s hips is starting to lose control, he is starting to chase your thrusts and Mark’s mouth. Your redhead boyfriend released his cock from his mouth before pinning the other’s hips on the bed, he is clearly losing control and patience once again. Jaebum grunts heavily and he tries to wiggle out of Mark’s hold.

“FUCK. Mark – I can’t…” He groans when you catch him off-guard by adding another finger inside his ass, inducing a punishingly fast pace while making sure to hit his prostate. Mark stopped gripping his hips but he spreads his legs as far as the bound can reach to prevent the slightly younger male from moving his hips.

“Fuck you.” Jaebum cursed at you, or at Mark, you are not sure but pure excitement ran heavily on you and Mark’s veins as you continue to abuse his sweet spot using your fingers while Mark kisses the tip of Jaebum’s dick from time to time.

“Damnit –“ Jaebum arched his back against the bed when you decreased the speed of your fingers, slowly pulling them out of his hole and Jaebum wants to cry out loud, tell you to not stop fucking him or to tell Mark to let him move his hips and resume blowing him, but he refuses, he knows that this is just the beginning, and he is not going to beg, not now, and he hopes until this night ends.

“If you want something, baby, all you have to do is ask…” Mark nods at you and you pull your fingers out completely before pushing them back in, finding his sweet spot immediately and Jaebum’s head thrashed back – but he didn’t say anything. You and Mark shared the same evil smirk and you continue pumping your fingers as Mark’s mouth enclosed around the head of Jaebum’s dick.

“Sh-shit.” Jaebum murmurs low enough but Mark had heard it so he pulls his mouth away from his dick, replacing it with his hand, pumping the now hard and pulsating muscle in sync with your fingers, which, by the way, is now four. Jaebum can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, his hips is stuttering, riding his lovers’ hands shallowly and his bottom lip is encased between his teeth, his breaths hot and choppy through his nose. Mark sensed that his boyfriend is close by the way his dick pulses beneath his fingers so he leans down to kiss Jaebum’s ear.

“Are you getting close, Bummie?” Jaebum nods vigorously, arching his back even further from the bed.

“I bet you want to cum, do you?” Jaebum lets out a huge breath through his mouth when he realized what his boyfriend meant. He lets out a stuttered yes, but that’s not what Mark wants to hear.

“Beg for it then.” Jaebum shudders, he is just a breath away from cumming but he refuses to give in to his boyfriend’s request.

“Fuck you.” He spats out instead and you and Mark grinned before both of your hands stopped moving altogether – Mark completely letting go of his stiff dick while yours is still buried deep inside him, grazing his prostate from time to time and Jaebum curses under his breath, his back falling against the bed with a thud while he pulls at the restraints against his wrists and ankles impatiently – grunting and groaning low on his throat, obviously pissed off because of the denial of his peak. He nods at you and you pulled your fingers out of him and Jaebum lets out a curse, his hole clenching around nothing and he suddenly feels empty.

“It is too early to make you cum, baby boy. The night is still young.” Mark says as he kisses Jaebum’s jaw, which made the younger turn his face away, making Mark chuckle with amusement.

“Feisty.” He grabs Jaebum’s jaw before kissing his mouth. “Let’s see how long until you crumble into pieces and finally beg for mercy.”

Jaebum wasn’t given enough time to think about the statement when he felt another weight against his chest, he knows that it was you when he felt your wetness against his equally wet skin, and he automatically licks his dry lips.

“Hi Bummie.” Jaebum felt your fingers brushing the hair that got stuck on his forehead before cupping his cheek, leaning closer to press a kiss on his lips. Jaebum groans when you kissed him deeper while you started rocking your core against his chest and Jaebum grunts against your mouth.

“God – ______, did you enjoy playing with my ass so much? You’re so fucking wet…” He lifts his head even though he cannot see anything and you snickered, pulling him in again for another deep kiss by grabbing his nape.

“Shit!” Jaebum bites on your tongue when he felt three of Mark’s long, dexterous fingers easing its way inside his stretched hole. His fingers are definitely longer and bigger than yours so even though you had four of your fingers inside him earlier, the stretch and sting of his boyfriend’s fingers is definitely a lot tighter.

You pulled away from Jaebum’s lips and tried to get a feel if he had wounded your tongue or anything. You looked back at Mark and you glared at him and he leaned forward before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Sorry baby girl.” He kisses your neck and you pushed him away playfully and you sat up before placing your core in front of Jaebum’s face.

“Let me ride your face baby boy.” You placed your hands on the headboard before lowering your core on Jaebum’s face. Jaebum quickly darts his tongue out to lick your slit in a hard, long strip – using it as a distraction of his hole being filled up once again. You began rocking your hips against Jaebum’s mouth and tongue languidly, riding his long tongue that moves in perfect sync with the movements of your hips.

“Fuck –“ Your head fell forward and your stomach clenches when Jaebum grazes his teeth against your clit before enclosing his mouth on top of the bundle of nerves, sucking lewdly and one of your hands are now on his hair, tugging on his jet black hair as moans and curses leaves your lips, the movements of your hips getting brisker at each passing second. Jaebum knows exactly what he’s doing and how he could make you cum by just eating you out.

You screamed a little too loud and your body fell back, your hands grasping your boyfriend’s toned torso when Jaebum groans deeply against your center, lighting a fire from your core to your shaky limbs. You took a quick glance from behind you and Mark now has the tip of erection inside Jaebum’s tightness, the redhead’s eyes shut and his face contorted with pleasure, his hands gripping Jaebum’s hips in a bruising hold.

“So tight.” Mark pushes more of his length inside Jaebum – and in return, he places his mouth on top of your tingling clit and started to deliver hard and obscene suctions which made your hips stutter, the undulation of your hips against Jaebum’s face faltering the slightest bit, both of your hands now gripping his jet black hair, forcing his head further up to keep the angle.

“F-fuck. Jaebum, babe – just like that.” Jaebum’s tongue eased its way inside your drenched hole and you gasped heavily, the knot at the pit of our stomach just a thread away from loosening and you lost all control of your body, you humped against Jaebum’s face wildly – not caring if you are shifting your whole weight on your boyfriend’s face – you were far too gone to care. Jaebum then started groaning loudly against you when Mark finally bottomed out, and it seemed to be the last straw and your body shook tremendously, rocking your hips against the brunette’s tongue as if your life depended on it, your blissed out form being cradled by your red-head boyfriend, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you cannot see anything but the white spots behind your lids.

“Fuck, babe. You came so hard.” Mark chuckles against your neck and he guides your spent form from Jaebum’s face to his stomach, and Jaebum let out a loud chuckle.

“I can feel your thighs trembling against my face and shoulders, baby. That was hot.” Another chuckle left Jaebum’s mouth and you finally opened your eyes, your high dwindling and you kissed Mark before bending forward, kissing Jaebum as hard as you can that left him moaning against your mouth. You pulled away before wiping his face that is drenched with sweat and your juices.

“You did a good job baby… Now… It’s your turn.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Mark slowly pulled out of Jaebum’s hole until it’s just the tip that’s inside, before slamming back in with more force, knocking the breath out of the younger male’s lungs.

“Mark!” Jaebum gasps and his fingers clawed in the air and Mark smirks, his thumb drawing circles on his boyfriend’s hipbones, as he continues to plunge into the very inviting and tight heat of Jaebum’s hole. Mark continued to move at a controlled pace, allowing Jaebum’s virgin hole to get used to the intrusion, and you are now crouching at Jaebum’s side, placing light kisses and sucks against his abs.

Jaebum adjusts to Mark’s length rather quickly – it means that you and Mark had done a great job in prepping him, so he started to chase his boyfriend’s thrusts, lifting his hips up shallowly since his ankles are still tied against the bed posts. Mark sensed that Jaebum is ready for a faster and probably harder rhythm so increased his pace gradually, until he had the younger writhing and hissing under his breath – the loud, squelching sounds of Mark’s cock plunging in and out of Jaebum’s ass resonated the four corners of the room, along with grunts, curses, and moans from both men.

“You two look absolutely hot – especially you, Jaebummie.” You bit his earlobe and his grunts escalated when you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick at the same time as the head of Mark’s girth hit his sweet spot. Mark smirks at the younger man before setting an angrier, more punishing pace, delving deep and hard within his boyfriend’s ass while his hands never left his inner thighs, the pad of fingers would surely leave finger marks against the golden skin.

“Fuck – MARK, ______.” Jaebum is almost getting delirious with the added sensations on his cock and hole when you straddled him and pushing his cock inside your wet heat. You didn’t give yourself any time to adjust to Jaebum’s rock hard length – you started riding him at the earnest, lifting your hips up before sinking back down – your hands splayed on top of Jaebum’s chest and Jaebum’s head is spinning, ecstasy singing in his blood as his high is threatening to make him crumble into pieces. He lifted his head despite being welcomed with darkness – biting on his lip so hard before a loud moan escapes his throat.

“I’m so close, fucking close, goddamnit.” He huffs and Mark licks his dry lips at the sight of his squirming boyfriend. He pushes in one last time before stopping altogether; pulling at your hair gently, whispering in your ear and you grinned – stilling your movements but sinking Jaebum’s cock so, so deep inside your walls. The wail that escaped Jaebum’s mouth is full of rage and his jaw clenched so hard you are worried that it’s going to unhinge any time soon.

“FUCK. WHY DID YOU TWO FUCKING STOP. FUCK YOU.” Jaebum’s back and head fell against the pillow and the sheets, frustration, anger, and disappointment filling his chest at the second denial of his orgasm. He flinched when you purposely clenched around him and he also tightened his walls that surrounds Mark to retaliate, earning a groan from the redhead – which made you chuckle in delight.

“Don’t you think you’re not doing enough, Bummie?” You rake your nails against chest before undulating on his lap slowly while Mark decided to pull out of his boyfriend’s ass slowly, just in case he tries to fight back again. Jaebum knows what you two wanted to hear, but his ego and pride is twice the size of his balls, so he just let out a huge puff, a guttural moan leaving his throat unintentionally when Mark plunges back in slowly, but it still hit what he wanted to.

“You know the magic word, Jaebum – tell us what you want – or I mean, beg for what you want, and we will give it to you.” You lick the shell of his ear and you smiled when Jaebum shuddered; but your face falter when Jaebum just shook his head. So fucking stubborn.

Mark seemed to have expected this to happen, so he didn’t waste any time. He reached behind him to untie the bounds on Jaebum’s ankles and it fell against the bed. He pushes Jaebum’s thighs on either side of you, his fingers digging against the back of his thigh before plunging his leaking cock back in. At this position, the angle is so much better so Mark would be able to delve deeper within Jaebum and he would hit his sweet spot better so he just chuckled evilly when Jaebum cried out when he fucks him hard, fast, and unforgiving. It didn’t help much when you bounced on his cock with long, slow, and deep strokes – Jaebum’s balls hitting your ass making you whine loudly against your boyfriend’s ear.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” Jaebum rumbles low and deep on his throat when he felt himself getting close again but you and Mark completely pulled out of him, leaving him empty, frustrated, horny, and desperate. He can feel his guard cracking because he has been denied his orgasm three times now, his mind shouting at him to just give in because if not he might just die. Jaebum might be doing it unconsciously, but you and Mark just enjoyed the sight of Jaebum’s arms wiggling and trying to remove the restraints bounding him against the bed.

“Still not going to beg for release, Jaebum?” Mark bites at Jaebum’s leg before pushing at the back of thighs further, burying his cock back against Jaebum’s abused hole and Jaebum cries out loud, the sound rippling his already parched throat when his prostate was stimulated better at Mark’s new found angle. You waited for Mark to set a steady rhythm once again before pushing Jaebum’s cock back inside your clenching warmth.

“Damn it!” Jaebum wailed when you started moving as well, rocking your hips back and forth against his swollen cock, tightening and loosening your walls with each hump while Mark hits his sweet spot with every jolt and plunge. It didn’t take long for Jaebum to be falling at the edge of the cliff once again, his legs and thighs shuddering. He tried to stay as silent as he can – also to control his quaking body so that he can sneak an orgasm, but he guesses that you two know exactly how his body works because the two of you stopped moving again when he was about to cum. Jaebum is thankful that he has a blindfold because he can feel himself tearing up. He had been denied his orgasm four fucking times and he is not sure if he can handle another denial if he was honest.

“Fuck. GOD. Please.” Jaebum finally let his strong guard down and you and Mark looked at each other, your hands making its way up to untie the blindfold on your boyfriend’s eyes. Jaebum looks positively wrecked and the tears and sweat that drenched the sides of his eyes let you and Mark know that he must have been holding off for a while. Jaebum held your gaze with glistening eyes – but you can still see a spark of defiance behind them, but the want, lust and desire to cum seemed to be more powerful at the moment.

“Four?” Mark suddenly muttered and Jaebum lifted his head to gape at the red head.

“Four denials ‘til you break? Fuck.” Mark massages the back of Jaebum’s thighs when he answers the unspoken question, and you cannot help but giggle.

“I know, fuck, damn you and you, but fuck, please, I need to cum so fucking bad. FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD. MARK, ______, PLEASE.” Completely satisfied with how Jaebum is practically begging his lungs out for you and Mark to fuck him hard, you didn’t waste any more time, as well as Mark, as you resumed bouncing up and down his stiff dick, while Mark continued fucking Jaebum with renewed energy and motivation. Jaebum would switch his gaze between you and Mark, his bruised lip permanently trapped between his teeth, his head shaking and nodding from time to time.

Jaebum haven’t felt this good – didn’t know that bottoming would bring just as much pleasure as topping – along with a pussy fucking his cock too. Normally it is Mark who’s in this position, but he was more than happy to had given it a shot, though he curses internally for totally breaking down his walls and giving you and Mark the satisfaction, but that was completely forgotten when the pleasure took place once again above everything else, clouding Jaebum’s mind with everything other than his boyfriend fucking his ass and his girlfriend above him riding him like there’s not tomorrow.

“Just like that – just like that – fuck – Mark – you’re so deep. Ugh!” Jaebum’s head is in deep haze, words spilling out of his mouth without even thinking. His voice filled the room and yours and Mark’s ears, only encouraging the two of you to continue fucking him, more than satisfied with how this whole thing had led to.

“SHIT. Shit shit shit. Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck ______ keep clenching around me like that.” You clenched and tightened your walls as hard as you can, partnered by a hard shove that hit Jaebum’s prostate made the fucked-out boy let out a scream – making you worry that he might scratch or overwork his throat, but it was completely thrown out of the window when you felt Mark’s hand snaking around your waist, bringing his long fingers down to your clit.

“This will make him go even crazier.” He giggles before kissing the back of your ear and you held on to Jaebum’s knee where Mark’s hand left.

“So fucking close, fucking hell you two don’t stop now, PLEASE, I’m cumming, fuck ______, fucking tight! Damn, Mark, you’re so big – shit.”

“Fuck, Jaebum!” You cried out when Mark rubbed your clit fast and hard, while he buries his face at the crook of your neck, his thrusts against Jaebum’s ass getting more and more brutal as he felt his orgasm reaching the very brink with how tight Jaebum’s walls is now clenching on his girth. Because of the extra sensation on your pussy, your hole is now gushing, which made the slide of Jaebum’s cock easier and faster and you felt his cock twitch madly inside you.

“Baby girl, let’s make him cum first, okay?” Mark murmurs against your ear and you nodded, bending forward to catch Jaebum’s nipple against your mouth – biting on it before sucking hard and that seemed to be Jaebum’s breaking point.

“FUCK!” Jaebum groans. “Please, Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. PLEASE.”

“Cum for us, baby boy.” Mark grunts and Jaebum need not need to be told twice; his eyes loll at the back of his head, his orgasm finally hitting him like a freight truck; his whole body convulsing and quivering beneath you, his legs and thighs shaking beneath Mark’s palms. His mouth hanging open and head rolled back on the pillows, his breaths coming out as shallow pants and whines, and his arms are pulling against the bounds like he’s about to break his bones, but the brunette doesn’t seem to care, too pleasured and satisfied to think about breaking his limbs at how hard he is pulling at the leather cuffs.

Jaebum’s chest heaves at an epic rate and you felt his cum filling your insides up, his cock twitching and throbbing violently as you continue to ride him through his orgasm, and Mark didn’t stop thrusting as well to chase his own end.

Mark rubbed you faster and the cock that is still hard and spurting seeds inside you eventually made you doubling over the edge with a breathless fuck. Mark thrusted a few more times before he is cumming with a loud call of you and Jaebum’s name, spurting his cum deep inside his boyfriend’s ass – his neck sucking a bruise on the juncture of your shoulder and arm.

Your body fell against Jaebum’s still heaving chest and shaking body, while Mark releases his hold on Jaebum’s thighs, placing them on either side of him before reaching forward, untying the cuffs on Jaebum’s now numb arms, letting them fall on either side of his head. You nuzzled Jaebum’s neck before pressing light kisses on it before massaging the limp arms and wrists that seemed to had lost its feeling for quite some time now.

After a few more minutes of trying to calm your trembling bodies down, you felt Mark move as he pulls out of Jaebum before going straight to the bathroom without a word. You are too tired to move yet, so you just continued cuddling your boyfriend while his already softened dick is still inside you.

“Baby girl, up.” Mark returned from the bathroom to the side of the bed, rubbing your back gently. You whined and just shook your head playfully while kissing Jaebum’s neck – whose breathing has already evened out for a while.

“Baby, Jaebum is already asleep – you might really need to get off of him right now.”

Your head shoot up at Mark’s statement and you sat up slowly, and your face softened at the sight of Jaebum, who, as what Mark said, is already sleeping peacefully with some of his hair plastered against his forehead and arms bend at the elbows on each side of his head. He looks like a very young boy and you fought the urge to pinch his cheeks on how cute and peaceful he looks like right now. It looks like you and Mark had sucked him dry.

You gently bent forward before kissing Jaebum’s jaw one last time, glancing up at Mark before lifting your hands to have Mark help you stand up completely and get out of bed. You whined when you pulled out of Jaebum and Mark let out a dark chuckle when he saw the mess on his boyfriend’s dick and ass.

“Baby, the bath is prepared so go in there. I’ll join you after cleaning Jaebum up.” He wraps an arm around you before kissing your forehead, and you quickly followed his orders, walking on your tiptoes and legs pressed together, worried that you might stain the carpet with your juices mixed with Jaebum’s cum – which will be a bitch to clean.

Mark cleaned Jaebum’s dick, stomach, and ass thoroughly using the towel that he had run on warm water and he wasn’t surprised that his boyfriend was nearly untroubled, still snoring lightly and didn’t move a single inch. He removed the cuffs from his hands and ankles, placing them on the drawer at the bedside table before grabbing a clean set of boxers, putting it on him before placing the blanket up to his chin.

“Sleep well, Bummie.”

Jaebum did wake up after about a few hours, the need to pee and drink water took over his sleep. He realized that he did pass out after having the hardest and strongest orgasm he had in his life.

He tried to move, but he realized that you and Mark are on either side of him, Mark behind him, an arm wrapped around his torso while the older male’s face is buried against his nape. On the other hand, you are squeezed against his front, your legs tangling with his and Mark’s. Normally you would use his arm as your pillow but you must know that it feels like shit after all the bondage thing you and Mark had pulled of last night, so the roles had reversed and his head is now resting against your upper arm, your fingers tangled on his hair while the other is wrapped around his and Mark’s upper body.

How you three had managed to be in that position, he doesn’t know.

How should he get up from bed now without waking the two of you up?

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