#Ive wanted this for years fuck what the fuck

[englishisaboutconfidence]

Ignorance is Blisss... until it isn't

You were fucked, well and truly fucked. You had long accepted the fact that you were in love with someone you could and would never have.

Let's take a step back. Who were you? You were nothing special truly. Just a normal 19 year old nerdy college student who after hours of class would five stack league of legends, take 2am trips to taco bell with his friends, and spend hours just being an a dumb college student.

So why were you fucked? Well that was due to one very prominent transfer student, one Jang Wonyoung. Wonyoung is one of few people who actually mattered at the college. She was perfect in the eyes of the public. She had everything: riches, talent, personality, and cultural prominence… and you were in love with her. I mean who wouldn't be. But like all things in your life, you played it safe. She was everything you weren't and you had long accepted that you would never be with her.

Out of seemingly nowhere, you friends Jungwon and Heeseung sat down at your table and shook you out our inner thoughts. Jungwon started talking to you "Y/N do you want to get boba with us after your 1:15pm class?". You thought about it for a second since you had been

eating out a lot; but of course, fuck it. "You know I'm always down for boba". Out of your peripheral vision, you can see that your friend Sunghoon was walking through the university cafeteria with the queen of the school, Wonyoung. Once he got to your table, he bade Wonyoung goodbye and sat down. Jungwon and Heeseung were stunned and were staring at Sunghoon.

Jungwon started excitedly talking to Sunghoon "Dude, how do you know Wonyoung?!" Sunghoon softly answered him "… we just have a class together and sat next to each other. We were forced to talk due to a class icebreaker and she just kept talking to me throughout the class. Then when I started to leave she asked me if I was going to the cafeteria and if I wanted to walk with her.".

You just sat there quietly listening to Sunghoon tell his story and you took it all in. Of course Wonyoung took a liking to him. He was a great guy and you were happy to call him a friend. If it wasn't going to be you, you were happy it was going to be him. What you didn't notice was that Heeseung was watching you take it all in. He was always the most observant of the bunch (though both yourself and Sunghoon liked to think that either of you were). He easily picked up on the fact that you were hiding your true feelings about the situation. But he also noticed you occasionally glancing towards the table being graced by the presence of Wonyoung and her closest friends: Yujin, Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and Leeseo aka IVE. And of course, he noticed you mentally kicking yourself when you caught yourself glancing in her direction.

Jungwon was so hyped about about Wonyoung potentially being into Sunghoon that he offered to pay for Hoonie's boba. Once you all had finished your meals, you left the cafeteria and started walking to the your favorite boba place near the university.

What your friends didn't notice was that the second you all got up to leave, Wonyoung and her friends got up as well and started subtly following you and your friends.

30 seconds after your group walked into the boba shop, so did IVE. Jungwon was the first one to notice who actually walked in and when he did, he started "quietly" nudging Sunghoon to start a conversation with Wonyoung. Leeseo being the well willing maknae told Wonyoung "Unnie, isn't that the guy you were talking with when you were walking through the cafeteria, Sunghoon right?" Gaeul nicely scolded her "Leeseo, try to be a little bit quieter next time. We are in public and he's right there." "Sorry Unnies".

Wonyoung, being the IT girl that she was, walked up to your group and introduced herself and the rest of the girls. "Sorry about Leeseo, she isn't always the most subtle when she is excited. I am Wonyoung and these are my friends Yujin, Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and again Leeseo. We are all sophmores except for Leeseo who is a freshman." Jungwon being the self appointed and reinforced through the introverted natures of yourself, Heeseung, and Sunghoon introduced your group: "It's nice to officially meet IVE, although we of course already know who you all are. I am Jungwon, this is Heeseung, Sunghoon who you already know I believe Wonyoung, and the one trying to hide himself by staring at the menu even though we all know what his order is, Y/N. We are all sophomores too." "It's nice to see you again Sunghoon and to meet you Jungwon and Heeseung."

She took a second and stared at you until you couldn't pretend that you were in your own little world anymore. He turned around and saw everyone looking at you; but naturally one person stood out to you. The one who was staring daggers at you (which none of your friends picked up on but her best friend Yujin did). "Hi, I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you all." "Are you serious!" Wonyoung annoyedly spat out. "Really?! That's is how you want to play it" "I am not playing anything, I just trying to defer to you" you replied. Wonyoung was about to give you an annoyed response when Yujin intervened "yah, can you two stop it. It has been 2 seconds and you are already reverting back to your highschool selves".

Everyone not named Wonyoung, Yujin, and yourself looked at you three with wide eyed. Jungwon was the first to snap out of his stupor and smacked you in the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell us that you went to highschool with THE Jang Wonyoung and THE Ahn Yujin?" "IDK I just didn't feel like there was much reason to tell" you told them and you saw each of one them accept it except for Wonyoung, Yujin, and Heeseung; but none of those four pushed it any further.

The 10 of you quickly started chatting while finally ordering your boba. The two groups started meshing well instantly and decided to all sit down and keep the good times going. The conversation was flowing with most of the group contributing off and on; while you were just sitting there taking it all in (while also being inwardly terrified that someone as going to remember that you, Wonyoung, and Yujin all went to highschool together. Unlucky for you, Rei remembered and asked you three "So what's the backstory between you three? Obviously, we know that Yujinie and Wony have been besties since middle school; but what about you W/N?". Yujin, your natural protector, spoke up for you "I met Y/N at the same time i met Wony. Although… our dear Wonyoung and Y/N go back further." "Daebak, really! Y/N why are you holding out on us so much!" Jungwon asked in amazement and a but also annoyance.

With all eyes on you, you took a quick glance at the source of your predicament, Wonyoung and saw the annoyance and anger bubbling under the surface if you don't answer them correctly. "Well, uh, I have known Wonyoung for a umm considerate amount of time I guess well since like kindergarten. She and her family started going to the same church as my parents when we were 5 and actually were in the same small group, so Wonyoung and I would often play together. When and I started kindergarten, she started going to an expensive, exclusive private school and I started going to a charter school. After we finished kindgergarten, her parents actually offered to pay my tuition so I could go to the same school as Wonyoung. My parents tried to refuse but they kept pushing because well they liked me and thought that it would be good for the two of us would be good to spend as much time as possible together." You quickly glanced at Wonyoung to see if you were saying anything that would piss her off more and she gave you a nod to keep going. "My parents eventually accepted and well Wonyoung and I started going to school together starting in the first grade and that continued through middle school when we met Yujin and through highschool as well. When we started to apply to colleges, I didn't really know where I wanted to go; but my parents liked it here and I know a lot of alumni at my church, so I just decided this is it. Wonyoung, she applied to like 20 schools and got into all of them. She decided to go to "XXXX" and I guess it wasn't a good fit and so she decided to transfer and now she's here. We should be caught up to the present now".

"So you were friends?" Sunghoon asked. "Yes and No" Wonyoung replied. "We were friends and are friends; but Y/N likes to act like we never knew each other or if people find out that we know each other then Y/N likes to act like we were just school mates when we and our families are way closer than he likes to make it out to seem."

Yujin knowing another fight was going to come (although no one else knew either of you or your history well enough to know that) stepped in once again "Y/N and Wony aren't like your typical friends. The friendliness part of their friendship comes and goes; but they know each other better than anyone else I know. They aren't in sync per say; but they know how the other thinks, feels, and will react and that's going to be all I say on their relationship (purposely saying relationship while glancing at both you and Wonyoung in a way that only you two picked up on it (and Heeseung as well being the most observant of the bunch)). Since it looks like we are all getting along so well, why don't we do this again? Why doesn't everyone come to my house tonight at 9pm to have a little get together?" Everyone quickly agreed.

During Yujin's little speech, you and Wonyoung met each other's eyes and you quickly understood that she wanted you to meet her before the party.

Everyone said their goodbyes and went off for their afternoon activities. After your 1:15pm class, you checked your phone and saw a text from Wony (after the whole exposure of your history, she was mentally back to Wony to you even though it was also pretty safe to say that she is, was, and will always be Wony no matter how hard you try) "The apartment, 6pm."

When you got back to your dorm you saw Heeseung laying on his bed reading a book. When you put down your bag at your desk, you saw him sit up and put down his book. "How long have you been in love with Wonyoung and when are you going to tell Sunghoon? We both know that Wonyoung has already taken a good portion of Hoonies thoughts and his heart."

Once you shook off the surprise of the his question and of it's accuracy and depth, you decided to answer his truthfully because you also know that he will see all through any bull shit answer. "Honestly, I don't know. I think maybe always, but I think I first realized it after she starting talking about her first crush our 8th grade year. She was talking to Yujin about him and I was passing by to go to lunch when she grabbed me and asked me what I knew about him. She then started to include me more often when she talked about her crush and I just started to feel bad. it took me a few weeks to understand why and then I realized it. I was jealous. Jealous that so much of her time and thoughts were about something else, someone else, another guy. It was a sobering feeling. Realizing you liked someone who you knew everything about but also someone who you would never be with because she was everything and everyone loved her and you were just you. I accepted that we would always just be us and I moved on with my life as an 8th grader. Later on, during our sophomore year, when she had her first boyfriend and was telling Yujin and I about how great he was and how happy she was. I realized that I couldn't just keep pretending that I didn't like her. Then she told us that they kissed. I quickly left with some flimsly excuse about forgetting an assignment and on my way home, I realized that I didn't just like her. I loved her. That I wanted to be apart of all her firsts and that I couldn't just keep pretending that everyone was okay and I was happy to be just friends with Wonyoung. Later that night, Yujin called me and of course knew why I left. I told her how I felt. Wonyoung would date her first boyfriend for a few weeks before breaking up with him. I have no clue why since she was so excited to be with him in the first place.

Anyways, a couple years passed and suddenly I was applying to colleges. While Wonyoung and I had stopped talking and hanging out at school, my friendship with Yujin had actually gotten closer. She and I were never going to be as close as me and Wonyoung, but the I still treasured her friendship greatly. We would talk about school, our individual friend groups, and college applications. I applied to a few schools. Some in Seoul and a few in the US. Yujin mostly the same with the exception of a few schools in Europe as well. While I didn't actively ask, Yujin knew me well enough to give the occasional update on Wonyoung (and the schools she applied to). Anyway, I decided to go to XXXX and happily Yujin decided to go as well while Wonyoung decided to go to ZZZZ in Seoul as well.

Yujin and I texted and even hung out a few times during our Freshman year; but we mostly kept our friendship private until now of course. Wonyoung, well, from what I have heard from Yujin and her parents, did fine during her Freshman year, but decided that it wasn't for her and after hearing how great XXXX was from Yujin, decided to transfer in. And that should bring us to the present."

Heeseunng looked at you with an unimpressed and unamused face.

"I might have left some more details out… while Wony and I stopped hanging out at school, our families were still very close and went to the same church, so naturally we still saw each other from time to time. Okay, well not from time to time exactly, due to church small group, and our families standing weekly dinner, we saw each other at least 3 times a week outside of school. Wony would often complain to me about her relationship woes. How guys were superficial and how unreliable they were and I would sit there, listen, and give her counsel even though it broke me each time. She would enter and exit relationships based off her whims and never was in one for longer than a month. Our parents were ecstatic to see that our friendship was thriving even more than when we were kids even, her parents especially. They were saddened to hear that Yujin and Wony were going to different colleges and even sadder when I told them that I was going to the same college as Yujin and not Wonyoung. Her parents wanted to make sure that Wonyoung and I stayed well connected even when going to seperate colleges so they actually decided to buy an apartment that we could escape to on the weekends or just in general if college ever got too much and for post grad as well. Oh and of course because it's her parents and she is Wonyoung, it is in one of the tallest and most exclusive buildings in Seoul. Some weekends I would go hangout there or if I just wanted to relax by myself our freshman year I would go there too. Wonyoung and I never really coordinated meeting there , unfortunately for her parents, but there were a quite a few times throughout the year where we saw each other at the apartment. . . I also was just 'ordered' to meet her there at 6 before the party".

Heeseung took a beat before finally replying "You need to tell her how you feel. I think it will help both of you. It also will help to alleviate any issues that fallout from Sunghoon's admiration of Wonyoung and her seeming likened interest in him."

"Yeah, I probably should; but that also means opening up myself to getting hurt. Where I am at now sucks; but doing that could also make it suck a lot more. I don't know, I should but just I don't know; but I get it."

Heeseung accepted that you would think about it and not just for yourself but also Sunghoon. 6 o'clock rolled around and you made your way to the apartment that you technically co-owned with Wonyoung thanks to her parents of course. For some reason, it felt weird to you to just enter in so you decided to ring the doorbell. Seconds later, you see the door open to an annoyed Wonyoung wearing a tank top that revealed her midriff and a pair of black leggings. "Are you serious Y/N! You know the code and you fucking own this place. Why are you ringing the doorbell? You know what, I don't want to know because I already do know 'Oh I just wanted to be considerate. I thought it might be weird to just come in' Ugh, you are so annoying". Great, you thought, I haven't even said a word and she's already freaking out. "Yes I am annoyed and Yes I know it hasn't even been 30 seconds. Just come in already" She turned around and started walking through the entrance and towards the living room. You couldn't help but stare at the her ass especially with all the extra help her leggings gave her (although you knew she didn't need it). Before you could catch yourself, she turned around and saw exactly where your eyes were looking. When you looked up, you just saw her smirking at you. You mentally cursed yourself, she's going to hold this over you for eternity. Just like every other time she has caught you checking her out. You swear it didn't happen that often; but you also knew you were lying out of your ass. You couldn't help it. Not only was she hot, you were also in love with her as a person as well. Of course you liked to think that she didn't catch you checking her out a most of the time; but you also knew that was a lie as well. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to catching you in the worst times. It felt like she just knew you were staring at her tits or her ass or her thighs or her abs… okay maybe you checked her out a little too much and it was a lot easier to catch you than you liked to admit; but you at least were kind of sneaky about it.

You walked around the corner into the living room and were welcomed by the sight of her ass once again. She was in the middle of downward facing dog with her ass facing you and you could swear you could see bottom of her tits under the flimsy excuse of a tank top. While you were entranced by her ass and bottoms of her tits, you hear her clear her throat. That shook you out of your stupor and when you came to your senses, you saw that below those glorious tits of hers, you saw her staring at you with the cockiest smirk you had ever seen. You thought about running and never looking back; but sadly, you knew that would never work. One call to your parents by Wonyoung and you would be chastised and would be forced back to her or would need to face the consequences of disappointing your parents. Or she would threaten to call her parents and would be even sadder to disappoint them. Or lastly, she could just use one of the various private investigators that her family employed to track you down then use one of the family's bodyguards to drag you back to her.

"Eyes up her pervert. It's been a minute and you have already stared at my ass and at my tits. What's next?" "Whatever" you angrily muttered. "Oh don't you get an attitude with my mister. First you pretend I don't exist then you pretend that we haven't been best friends since forever and then you blatantly stare at me like I am just some random whore you see on your Instagram. Oh no buddy, you are in the fucking dog house and you will need to beg to get out of it or I swear to god there will be hell to pay. Okay?" "Fine, whatever, my bad" "Nope, not good enough" Wonyoung angrily replied. "Okay, I'm sorry I tried to sweep our friendship under the rug and that I checked you out. What else do you want me to do Wony?" "First, you are going to tell our friends the truth about us. That we are best friends, that I make your life infinitely better, and that you can't imagine a world without me. Second, you are spending the weekend here pampering me. And third, you are going to my unnie's wedding as my plus one." "Okay the first 2 seem reasonable; but the third one confuses me Wony. I am already invited and going to your noona's wedding." "I know that dumbasss; but as my plus one, every whore there will know who you belong to and that not only are you taken but taken by me and that I can destroy all of their lives" You scoff at her response but you don't push it any further.

"I'm going to shower before the party, can you order us some sushi? Just use the card my parents gave you". You open your phone to start the order. When lift up your head to ask Wongyoung if she wants her usual, all you see is her naked back walking into her room. You decide just to go with your gut and get her usual. You hear her shower start so you decide to watch some youtube on the tv. You were too absorbed by the video you were watching that you didn't notice the shower turn off nor did you notice Wonyoung leave her room in her bathrobe. Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around you from behind the couch and you feel Wonyoung's hair fall next to you. You look to your left and you are met with Wonyoung looking at your intently. "I'm sorry I freaked out earlier Y/N. I was just hurt that you could easily just sweep us under the rug." "No Wony, I'm sorry. I thought you would just want to pretend like we didn't exist; but I should've known that you aren't that kind of person. Are we good Wony?" "Yeah we're good". Wonyoung then decided to jump over the couch but she got her foot caught on the top of it and fell face first on top of you. Her robe fell undone and you saw that she was only wearing the skimpiest bra possible that barely covered her tits and a pink thong. Wonyoung wondered why you looked like deer in headlights then noticed what you were staring at. "Like what you see honey" "Sorry sorry" You hastily averted your eyes while Wonyoung decided to play with you even more and straddled you while typing her robe back together. "Dont worry, we both know all the boys love to stare. Its not your fault that I am hot". Luckily, you were saved by the bell, literally. You two both heard the delivery driver ring the doorbell and drop off your food. "Don't worry dear, I got it. Seems like you have something else you need to take care of" While she got up to get the food, you realized that you had started to get hard. You tried to mentally will your dick to soften, Wonyoung returned with the food. She started to place the food on the coffee table but you swore that she purposely was trying to get you to look at her tits while she was leaning down to place the food. While you were trying to make sure to not look at her tits, Wonyoung told you moved your legs wider and stood in front of you expectantly. You looked at her confused then you saw her turn around and planted her ass in your lap. She then squirmed around to get comfortable which didn't even help your hardon at all. You resumed your video and you both started eat your food. Wonyoung, being the pick me bitch you were in love with, not only kept moaning every time she ate a piece of her roll; but she also did a little hop of happiness right on top of your dick.

"Wony can you please stop" you begged. "Stop what Y/N" She responded with a massive smirk". "You know exactly what you're doing". "I just love sushi, it's not my fault that you're a fucking horny bastard whose cock is begging for some attention. If you need some help, you just have to ask baby". You groaned because you knew she was just fucking with you. "Wony can you please stop it. I know you love messing with me but this is too far". Wonyoung turned around and starting straddling you. "Who says I'm just fucking with you. All you have to do is ask" "Wony I'm serious." "So am I". You two stared at each other for what felt like eternity before Wonyoung, out of nowhere, slapped you and stomped into her room, slamming the door after her.

You sat there stunned for a few seconds before standing up and timidly knocking on her door. After no response, you opened her door and walked into her room. You saw her in her buried under her covers. You sat down on her bed and peeled the covers off her beautiful face. "Wony, please forgive me. I'm sorry for checking you out and objectifying you." No response "Wony, please". "You fucking asshole. you don't even understand why I'm mad. That's what pissing me off". "Then tell me please.". She sighed before finally meeting your eyes. "I want you to check me out. I want to tease you until you do something about it. I Want you to fuck me so hard I forgot my name… I want you to fill me with so much cum that it leaks out of me". You sat there like an idiot with your mouth open and your eyes looking around searching for the hidden camera to prove that this was all a prank. She sighed again and grabbed the back of your head to force you to look in her eyes. "I'm in love with you" "Huh". "Remember my 1st boyfriend" You nodded. "Well after I kissed him for the first time. I was a bit stunned but not for the right reason. I thought your first kiss was supposed to be life changing but instead I just felt nothing. I asked Yujinnie about it and she said that maybe he just wasn't the right person for me and that the right person would be obvious after the first kiss because chemistry can't be faked or hidden. During one of my rants after breaking up with my last boyfriend told me something I will never forget, I was ranting to her and she just looked at me and said 'You are in love with Y/N'. I told her she was crazy, that you were my best friend and nothing more; but after thinking about it more, I realized that every guy I dated I compared to you. That everything I wanted them to do you did for me. That even when I was on dates with them, I would always be thinking about if you would like it too. That our chemistry was undeniable. That you made me laugh, you comforted me when I was down even when you didn't know how to, and you made me feel things deeper than anyone else. That's why I didn't date anyone our last 2 years of highschool and why no one my freshman year ever caught my attention. I thought that maybe going to another college would help my feelings dissipate but if anything they made them stronger." You just kept looking at her with a dumbfounded look on your face. She then huffed with annoyance and kept going "But then I spent year and year catching you stealing glances when you thought I wasn't looking, seeing you corret yourself each time you realized that you were checking out my ass or my tits, and doing nothing fucking about it. I gave you space to sort yourself out when I transferred in but then today happened. So now, you are going to grovel. You are going to beg for my forgiveness and you are going to spend the entire weekend doing whatever I want. Okay?" You nodded. "Perfect. For your first task is to fuck me for the next 3hrs before the party. You are going to fill me with as many loads of that cum that I fucking deserve. That you have deprived me of for the past 3 years because your indecisive ass wouldn't grow some balls and tell me your feelings."

Despite that obvious order, you kept staring at her like a lost puppy. "God I hate that I love you so much" she spat at you before shoving her tongue down your throat. Finally your brain started processing and you kissed her back before shoving her down on the bed. She grabbed your hands had them tear open her robe before grabbing her ass. You two made out for 3o seconds with you constantly groping her ass before breaking for air. She stared at you with the biggest fuck me eyes you had ever seen and you watched her reach before her back and unhooking her bra letting her glorious little tits show themselves. She then reached down to take off her panties before you stopped her and slowly kissed down her body before reaching your final destination. You slowly peeled off the final barrier blocking you from the gift that was her cunt. You stared at her shaven, glistening pussy before taking a long lick. Before you could have worship it anymore, she grabbed your head and brought you back up to face her face to face. "I know you want to eat what's yours before I need your cock baby". You got off her and hastily discarded your cloths. Wonyoung stood up and forced you to sit on the edge of her bed before getting on her knees. She took a second to inspect you before grabbing your shaft and stroking you. You instantly groaned enjoying the sensation before she cruelly stopped. "Awe, do you want me to keep stroking you". "Wony" you complained. "Don't Wony me. This is mine. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. Be happy I need this as badly as you do". She retorted. She then took a long lick of her cock before slowly sliding it into her waiting mouth. She took you inch by inch before you hit the back of her throat causing her gag reflex to kick in. "Are you okay". "Yes, just give me a second." She then took you wholly into he mouth again and starting slobbering all over your cock. You grabbed her hair into a makeshift ponytail and tried to think of anything other than the feeling of your cock being shoved down Wonyoungs throat. "You're so close aren't you baby". She haughtily said before taking you into her mouth again. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. You tried to take yourself out of her warm mouth but she kept you suctioned in like a vacuum. You opened your mouth to warn Wony about your release but before you could say a word, you spilled your load down her thoat. She greedily drank each spurt before cleaning your clock and straddling you. When you finally regained your composure, you saw her smirking at you. "God you are so mine" She said before taking your lips into hers. Breaking the kiss, despite her complaints. You placed your hands on your waist and met her eyes. "I love you Wony". "I know Y/N. I love you too. Now stop fucking around and fuck me."

That got you hard instantly. You picked her up and placed her gently on her bed before lining up with her entrance. You brushed her hair out her face before asking "are you sure Wony. Yes Y/N, I want you to be my first and only. I've been waiting for this for years, so again, I love you and appreciate you confirming, but please for the love of God fuck me." That was all you needed before you slowly entered her. She was so warm and tight that you had to hold yourself back from coming instantly. Once you had fully entered her, you look at her to check that she was okay before starting to move. You started to slide in and out of her. Wonyoung began to moan and it was the best thing you had ever heard in your life. "Wony, I'm close". "So am I". "Where do you want it" "Inside me, please." "Are you sure baby?" "Yes, I have never been more sure in my life". You proceeded to start fucking her fasfter and faster chasing your release. When Wonyoung felt your impending release, she wrapped her legs around you and forced you so deep inside of her that you instantly filled her wombs with your second load. You then collapsed on top of her while your cock still buried inside of her. Once you had regained your strength, you started to pull your softening dick out of her; but that only caused Wonyoung's legs to grip you harder. "Don't you fucking dare pull out. This cock is mine." You quickly accepted your fate before giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Fuck, I love you". You saw Wonyoung shyly go to cover her face which was quickly being filled with a blush. You grabbed her hands and gave her a soft kiss. You then flipped you and Wonyoung again, making sure that you two were still connected, so you were on your back with Wonyoung laying on top of you.

You two stayed there listening to the sounds of the city before Wonyoung started laughing. You looked at her with a questioning look. "Whats so funny Wony? Was I that bad?" "No No No honey. We are just such a cliche. Friends to lovers after years of pining. I mean come on.". You gave her a quick peck before saying "at least we got a happy ending". "Oh sweetie, this isn't our ending" Wonyoung replied. You looked at her with a worried look "What do you mean Wony?". "Don't worry, I just mean one night of sex isn't our ending Y/N". "Of course not. I mean we are going to date right?" you hastily replied. Wonyoung looked at you with an annoyed look on her face. "What" you asked. She sighed before responding "Of course we are going to date. But that isn't going to our ending either. You looked at her clearly confused. She sighed again and said "Y/N, our parents have been pushing us to spend time together since forever. My parents bought us an apartment to live in together…" You just kept looking at her. "Y/N are you serious… ugh god you are so lucky that I love you so much. This is it for both of us. You are mine and I am yours. You're are going to spend the rest of your life filling this cunt with your cum. We're are going to get married and you're going to be the father of my children." You looked at her like she just told you that you beat your life threatening disease. "Really!" you asked her. "God you're an idiot." she replied while laughing. You two decided to take a nap before the party.

2hrs later you woke up while still connected with Wonyoung and her laying on your chest. "Wony, we have to get up. It's 8:30. We need to get ready". "I don't wanna. I like it here" she sleepily replied. You started to pull out so you could start to get ready; but Wonyoung wrapped herself around you again so it was impossible to separate. "Wonyoung, we need to shower and get ready otherwise our friends are going to be pissed." "Fine but you are not pulling out until I say you can". You then carried her to the bathroom and started the shower. "We are only showering, okay Wony". "Nope we are fucking". "Wony please, we need to focus up". "Nope, you owe me". "Wony…" "Y/N, you are going to fucking fill me with two more loads before the party and thats it. Now stop complaining and fuck your horny girlfriend".

You quickly shoved her tits first into the glass side of the shower and started pounding the cunt of the love of your life. "Isn't this better than actually showering?" Wonyoung moaned. "Shut up you brat." you replied. "You love this. Stop lying to yourself Y/N. The faster you make fill me, the faster we get to the party. Keep fucking my cunt daddy." Hearing Wonyoung call you daddy broke any attempt of holding back your release and you instantly filled her again with your load. Feeling your release fill her caused Wonyoung to orgasm uncontrollably. 30 seconds and 4 spurts later you and Wonyoung finally recovered. "That's me" Wonyoung said while planting kisses on your lips. "Wony I don't know if I can go again". "Are you sure baby? You sure you can't muster the strength to breed this cunt again. I know you've had wet dreams of breeding me. Of filling me with so much cum that it's impossible that you don't knock me up. Or maybe you just need some motivation." That caused your cock to twitch and you knew she felt it. She then whispered in your ear "Maybe you just need some more motivation. If you can give my greedy little cunt another load, I'll let you fuck me in the ass tonight. Wouldn't you love to take all of my firsts in one day. You've already fucked my throat raw, you breeded this cunt, all you need left daddy is to fuck this tight little ass." That filthy mouth of her, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around you, and the thought of fucking her ass made it impossible for your cock to say soft and you knew you were fucked when she moaned after feeling the hardening of your cock. "There it is" she cockily said. "God I hate you" you replied and just smirked and said "I love you too baby".

After one more round in the shower and quickly getting ready (well you got ready quickly and then waited another 30 minutes for Wonyoung to get ready because in her words "Beauty takes time baby."). You and Wonyoung finally got to arrived at Yujin's house. Everyone else had already arrived so you and Wonyoung coming late and together raised some eyebrows. With everyone staring at your arrival, you quickly apologized and went to go sit down on couch with your friends Sunghoon and Heeseung; but before you could, Wonyoung grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back. She glared at you before saying "everyone, Y/N has an announcement to make". With everyone looking at you expectantly, you cleared your throat. "Well ummm, so the reason we were late is ummmm". You glanced at Wonyoung who as still staring daggers at you. You gulped before continuing "Well, I guess it is uhhhh." You took a deep breath before saying "Okay fuck it, Wonyoung and I are together like dating." "What? Since when" everyone yelled except for Yujin who just smirked at you two, Heeseung who looked at you with an unsurprised look, and Sunghoon who just sat there. Wonyoung then decided to speak up "As of 6pm today. Although it should've been a lot earlier right Y/N?" You groaned and replied "Yes Wony, we should've gotten together years ago; but I am a blind idiot who couldn't muster the courage to confess and I didn't realize the quite obvious signs and feelings that Wonyoung had". That caused a large laugh from Yujin "Wonyoung you can't have Y/N take all the blame. You could've confessed to." "But Unnie" "Don't Unnie me Jang Wonyoung". This little exchange caused you to smirk which Wonyoung quickly picked up on and smacked your shoulder. "God, you two dating is just going to make you two even more annoying" Yujin said with a smile on her face. "What do you mean" you and Wony asked. "What do I mean? You two both act like puppies kicked puppies whenever the other isn't with you. Most people don't notice it but trust me you do. Y/N you pretend that you are some whipped lovesick idiot with an unrequited love when in reality Wony has been in love with you honestly longer than you have been in love with her although she realized her love for you after you realized your love for her. And Wony, you pretend that you are some IT Girl who has Y/N wrapped around your fingers when in reality you are so in love with Y/N that everything you do has been influenced by how you it think it will affect Y/N." Everyone laughed at Yujins adept analysis of your and Wonyoungs relationship and dynamic while you and Wony pouted. After hours of laughter, games, and , of course plenty of drinks, everyone left Yujins and went back to their respective homes.

Wonyoung, ever the brat, decided that the uber ride home from the party was the perfect time to revisit a conversation from earlier in the day. She leaned into you and started whispering in your ear "Jagi, remember our conversation from earlier?" "Which one Wony?" "You know…" as she slide her hand onto your thigh and ever so close to your crouch "the one in the shower about a certain part of me that you love to stare at and I am sure would love even more to fuck". That got you hard instantly. "Wony" you warned as she slowly started to massage you through your pants. "What Jagi, don't tell me that just thinking of fucking my ass got you that hard. Maybe you are remembering what was happening when we had that conversation. That is was after you had filled me with your cum for the fourth time today. Or maybe its because you remembered that your cock was still sheathed inside its warm little cock sleeve." "Or maybe Wony it's because my slut of a girlfriend is groping me through my pants and is talking about how much of a whore she is while we are in the back of an Uber" you retorted back. "Oh Y/N, you know I'm only a slut for you". You began to form a response to her latest quip but she quickly shut you up with a kiss. You two started to make out before you were rudely interrupted by the driver clearing their throat "Excuse me, we're here". You and Wonyoung detached yourself and quickly excited the car; but not before hearing the driver make another remark "horny ass college students. They never know how to act in public". Normally, you would be embarrassed and would apologize profusely; but currently your mind was somewhere else or on someone else.

After stumbling into your shared apartment, you and Wonyoung started to tear each other's clothes off. Lips attched and not even being close to remotely willing to deattach, you two finally made it to her bedroom. Not without bumping into numerous pieces of furniture and a few walls, you quickly removed the final pieces of clothing keeping you from fucking the living daylight out of each other. Taking control for the first time since you don't even know when, you softly shoved Wonyoung onto her bed. Wonyoung, ever the little vixen, then made a show of slowing opening her legs and showing you the thing you never realized you needed so desperately. God, you could just stare at her pretty little pussy all day. Wonyoung, noticing how entranced you were, grabbed your hands and started having you trace her cunt with your fingers. You dropped to your knees and were about to feast on her when she suddenly shoved you ass first onto the ground. Confused and devastated that your prize was taken away from you, you stood up and were greeted by another one of your favorite sites… Wonyoung tight, naked ass. You stood there entranced until you heard Wonyoungs pitiful little pleas "Jagi, please" You raised your eyes past the ass that you have been obsessed with since highschool and up that perfect arch to meet Wonyoung's signature fuck me eyes. Slowly you slide inch by inch into the object of all your fantasies. Each inch paired with an excruciating amount of pain and pleasure for the both of you. Once you had finally bottomed out, you took a breath. Raising your right hand to meet her chin, you softly brush your lips against hers. "Are you okay Wony?" "Perfect Jagi". After confirming her comfort, you started to thrust in and out of her puckered hole. Each thrust had you giving it your all to hold back the wave of your release. Sensing your struggle, Wonyoung started to push her ass to meet your thrusts, trying to spur on your release. "Jagi, don't hold back. Just fuck me." Hearing that, you started to pound her without abandon. After a few more thrusts, you relented and gave her everything she had been begging for. Filling her ass with spurt after spurt of your cum. Feeling your release, Wonyoung quickly followed suit, covering her bed with her juices. After what felt like eternity, you finally stopped cumming. Exhausted, you collapsed on top of Wonyoung.

"Jagi" "Yes, Wony". "You're still inside me". "Sorry baby". You carefully slide your softening dick out of her ass and fell next to her. Before you could react, Wonyoung rolled onto top of you and quickly reinserted your barely erect dick into her warm cunt before laying her head on your chest. "Wony?" "Mine" was all she said before falling asleep. Making sure you were still connected, you carefully slipped under the covers of the bed with her. Feeling yourself start to fall asleep, you wrapped your arms around the woman of your dreams and gave a sigh of content, before finally letting sleep take hold of you.

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch 1

“For good service and cute waitresses”

pairing: pre military!jk x fuckbuddy!oc

contents: mild language, no smut (yet), fluff, humour, celeb au, very mild angst.

wc: 1.96k

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: if anyone wants to join pls comment!!

A/N: inspired by the iconic 97liner pics. Hi guys, this is my first id say, proper? fanfiction, im planning on making this a pretty long series ! also im posting smth i actually like, shocker! ive had secret fuck buddy oc x military!jk on my mind for so long and im so happy ive finished the part i’ve had in my notes for a hot minute! lmk what u think :> i also couldnt wait for the poll to finish before posting this haha, anyways enjoy and tysm 4 reading

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The diner is quiet tonight. Though speaking too soon may grant you with a consequence, considering its only 6pm on a Thursday. You glance at the clock realising you have a long night ahead, and complaining will utterly make everything 10x worse. What’s worse is Nari is late to her shift like usual, and your boss’ constant singing in the prep room is sure to drive you insane sooner or later. He’s still humming as your scrubbing down the bar counter- its not like it needs it, you just aren’t in the mood to be scolded by a chunky, 40 year old man.

You don’t even realise you’re scrubbing the table even more vigorously when a combination of your phone ringing in your trouser pocket and a squeal of costumers sitting by the hibachi grill completely catches you off guard. It’s Hibachi night, and your day seriously couldn’t get any worser. You’re rolling your eyes at the family of three who barely pay attention to the chef cooking in front of them, with all of their phones plastered to their faces, and when they’re finally placed down to take the plate out of the chef’s hands and your sure you dont see a gesture of thanks, your grabbing your phone, walking to the bathroom and calling Nari.

“Nari! Where the fuck are you? Its Hibachi night, you can’t leave me here alone on Hibachi night!” You’re drawing imaginary patterns on the stall wall with your fingers, shuffling your knees under your chin whilst sitting on the closed toilet seat. Nari’s quick to apologise and tell you shes on the way, and you tell her goodbye before fixing your hair in the mirror and going back outside.

You know you’re in for a long night when a group of people enter the restaurant, your boss greeting them with his signature, annoying high voice, and you’re just glad you’ll have someone to share the misery with when Nari gets here.

“Y/n! Go and serve table 3, and put a smile on your face, they’re quite the group!” You’re pushing yourself off of the bar stool, quickly taking menus and sending your boss a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The oblivious man dosent seem to notice.

Dragging yourself to Table 3, the group of men are already seated, seemingly finding something hilarious though when you step into their view, it seems to die down. You’re flashing them a smile, quickly bowing before noticing that all of them are seriously attractive.

You notice the one sitting alone first, in the best way possible, his face is sweet. He has a smile which makes his eyes turn into thin crescents on his face and you cant help but smile back at him. He’s wearing a beanie, and his face is so perfect it’s hard to keep composure. The two sitting in front catch your eyes next, one with the most beautiful tanned skin, effortlessly masculine face which makes you wonder if he’d been specially sculpted and put on the earth to kill with his looks shoots you a smile. Finally, the last one, he’s wearing a bucket hat hiding some of his face, and he’s fiddling with his lip ring. He looks the youngest out of the lot, big doe eyes peeking through his hat and, he seems to be…looking at you far more intensely than the other two seem to be. His sleeve is slightly rolled up and you cant help but stare a second too long at the most beautiful sleeve of art adorning his muscular ar-

Seriously Y/n! Get it together, be professional!

You clear your throat when he smirks at you noticing your shameless gawking placing the menus in front of them “Hello, i’ll be serving you tonight, i’m y/n, can i get you started on any drinks?”

The guy in the beanie is first to talk, voice light when he asks for a beer. His grin widens when you look at him, and it’s easy to see why people would gravitate to him like yourself. He just has that charm.

Your heart beats a little faster when the one next to him interrupts the silence of you taking his order down, asking for two beers rather than one, his gaze is equally intimidating as it is intriguing, and you’re trying so hard to keep it professional right now, “Alright, and you?”

“Water’s fine for me, thank you.” You take the orders down quickly, sure that if you stood there any longer your heart would pound out of your chest. Where the fuck is Nari?

You turn to head toward the bar to grab their drinks, and you hear the faintest chuckle from the table. “Hey, don’t you need to see my ID first?” The voice belongs to the guy in the bucket hat—the one with the doe eyes and that unreadable expression. You freeze for a second, unsure of whether he’s joking or not. You glance back at him, and he’s staring at you, lips curling into a playful smirk.

You blink, trying to keep it professional. “Uh, do i?”

He leans forward, still fiddling with his lip ring, his eyes twinkling. “I look too young for that beer, right? You know, like one of those guys who gets ID’d for everything.”

His tone is light, teasing, and for a second, you almost think he’s serious. But then his friends start laughing quietly, and you realize—he’s just messing with you. You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips anyway. “Uh-huh. Right, sure. Let me grab your ID then, Mr. Underage.”

The others crack up even harder at that, and he just shrugs, chuckling under his breath. “I swear, I get carded everywhere. It’s kinda embarrassing, but hey, at least I look young.” You smile and roll your eyes, walking away to get their drinks, but now, you’re trying not to laugh too hard at the mental image of him getting carded at the grocery store or a random café. But it’s no surprise to you, in fact his young face has you seriously considering if he was actually underage. Oh well.

When you come back, with drinks, you take down their orders for food, their effortless small talk and flirting has you feeling like they aren’t in no rush for you to leave them alone, but you remember that you’re at work, and go back to scrubbing the bar counters, but you cant help but glance down at their table every now and then.

By the time you bring out their food, the conversation around the table has picked up again, the atmosphere light and easy. You can’t help but notice the way they’re all leaning into each other, laughing over something you missed. When you set the plates down, you quickly glance around to make sure nothing’s out of place, and that’s when you spot Nari walking in. She’s just clocked in, looking hurried, but you can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes your lips.

You barely have time to throw the boys a quick wave before you head back to the bar, feeling the weight of their gazes follow you for just a second longer than you’d like. Rushing over to Nari, she’s changing into her work clothes before giving you a smile and opening her arms for a hug. “Long day already?” You groan, moving back after hugging her and fixing her hair which has moved in front of her face.

“It’s Hibachi night. Also theres a group of some serious fine men, look ove-“ Your eyebrows furrow when she follows your finger and gasps so loud you wince. “Shh! I know! But be quiet, they might catch us..”

The look on her face tells you she’s indeed not surprised about the way they look and rather “That’s the Jeon Jungkook, oh and is that- Kim Mingyu? CHA EUNWOO?!”

You blink. Then blink again. “Who?”

Nari turns to you so fast you think she might give herself whiplash. “Who?! Are you serious? Are you actually joking right now?”

You shrug, confused. “They just look like really hot guys to me… wait? You know them? Shit did you guys like-“ You make a hand motion which you hope she takes as ‘do a thing’.

She looks like she might actually pass out. “WHAT—?! Oh my god, I can’t do this right now.” Nari presses a hand to her chest like she’s physically offended by your assumption. “Do a thing?! Are you insane?”

You raise a brow. “Okay, so you didn’t. Then what’s the big deal?” She’s pulling out her phone, typing something into google.

She looks like she might actually strangle you. “Y/n, they’re famous.”

You stare at her blankly. “And? We get a shitload of famous people here, whats the big deal?”

Nari makes a strangled noise. “And?! And?! You’re telling me you don’t recognize Jeon Jungkook—of BTS?! Or Mingyu from Seventeen?! Or Cha Eunwoo, literal actor, singer, face genius?!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “I mean yeah, I guess i recognise it a bit but- Nari, you do realize I don’t live on the internet like you, right?”

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. “This is actually so embarrassing. You served them like they were just—regular people.”

You blink at her. ��I mean, they are regular people?”

She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No. No, they are not.”

You snort, glancing back to the table in question, The boys are still eating, but Jungkook’s eyes are quick to meet yours and you swear you see the corner of his lips quirk up like he knows exactly what your talking about. You will yourself to look away, and you see Nari sneaking pictures under the bar counter. “Well I guess it’s too late, I already treated them like normal guys, and they didn’t seem to mind.”

Nari doesn’t let up. “Okay, okay—since you’re so professional, why don’t you go check on their table? You are their server, after all.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? Never.” She puts a hand to her chest like she’s offended. “I just think it’s good service to make sure everything’s okay.”

You groan. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still walking over.”

You mutter a few curses under your breath but do as she says, smoothing your hands over your apron as you approach the table again. They’re mid-conversation, laughing about something, but the second you arrive, Jungkook’s gaze flicks to you immediately. Great. Composure, y/n!

You take a deep breath before walking up, trying not to feel Nari’s eyes drilling into the back of your head. You’re just checking in. That’s it.

When you reach them, their conversation slows, and Jungkook glances up first, his dark eyes flickering to yours almost immediately.

“Hey, uh,” you clear your throat, gripping your notepad even though you don’t need it. “Just checking in. Everything good over here?”

Mingyu nods, smiling as he pushes his plate forward slightly. “Yeah, everything’s great. Thanks.”

Eunwoo hums in agreement, giving you a polite smile.

Jungkook, though—he doesn’t answer right away. He’s still looking at you, his fingers tapping lightly against his glass. You shift on your feet, suddenly aware of how intense his gaze is.

“It’s good,” he finally says, voice smooth but casual. “Didn’t expect to have someone checking on me so much, though.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up just a little. “You’ve been around a lot. Just saying.”

You blink. “That’s-… literally my job.”

Mingyu huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

Jungkook exhales through his nose, barely a smile, but it’s there. “Fair enough.” He looks down at his plate, nudging a piece of food with his chopsticks before glancing up at you again. “But I don’t mind.”

Your breath catches for just a second before you snap out of it, nodding stiffly. “Right. Well. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

You spin on your heel before he can say anything else, making your way back to the bar—only to find Nari grinning at you.

“So?” she sing-songs.

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t feel the warmth still lingering in your face. “Shut up.”

—

As the night winds down, the table of ridiculously attractive men finally finishes their meals, and you’re just about to go over when Nari beats you to it, balancing the empty plates with practiced ease. She throws you a look—one that’s way too smug for your liking—as she walks past.

You roll your eyes, pretending not to care, but you can’t help glancing over. They’re still chatting, laughing among themselves, but one of them—Jungkook—stands up, stretching a little before making his way toward the bar.

Toward you.

You pretend to be busy, wiping down an already-clean spot on the counter, but you can feel him approaching before he even says anything.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but there’s a slight rasp to it. “Just wanted to leave a tip.”

He slides a bill toward you, and when you glance down, you realize it’s…a lot. Way more than necessary. Your eyes flicker back to him, skeptical. “This is kind of excessive, don’t you think?”

Jungkook shrugs, resting his arms against the counter, tattoos peeking out beneath his sleeve. “Service was good.”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “You barely let me serve you. Nari took your plates.”

“Still counts, doesn’t it?” He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that way that makes your stomach feel weirdly unsettled. Not in a bad way—just aware.

You narrow your eyes at him, playful. “You do this everywhere you go?”

“What? Tip?”

“No.” You lean a little closer. “Flirt.”

Jungkook grins, running his tongue over his lip ring before speaking. “Only when the waitress is cute.”

Oh.

You open your mouth to respond—to throw back something equally teasing—but before you can, Mingyu calls his name from the entrance, signaling that they’re leaving. Jungkook glances over his shoulder, then back at you, his grin softening just a little.

“See you around?” he says, and you’re not even sure if it’s a question or a statement.

You don’t answer immediately, just biting back a smile as you watch him walk away. And when you finally glance down at the tip he left, there’s a note scribbled onto the bill:

“For good service. And cute waitresses.”

Maybe work wasn’t so bad tonight.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Would You Like That?

aegon x niece!reader / daemon x daughter!reader / aegon x daemon  

Summary: Coming back to court after years for an already settled succession was something you weren’t looking forward to, but when you saw Aegon again you couldn’t care less of to why you were in Kings Landing again. All of your old feelings came flooding in no matter that you’ve been sharing your bed with someone else and he’s sitting across the table staring at the both of you.

Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, vulgar language, cheating, fingering, oral(f), masturbation(f+m), dom!daemon(duh), sub!aeg bc i love him, anal(m), p in v, some slight choking, daddy kink(duh), breeding kink and i never ever ever thought the day would come that i would type ‘a hint of m!preg’ but here we are bc daemon just wants u both swollen and leaking so ! !!

Authors Note: alexa play best of both worlds by hannah montana 🫶🏻 father daughter tag teaming aegon?? daemon wrecking aegon and reader?? everyone is fucking - obvs ive stayed at the dinner scene in s1ep8 bc here we are again 

Word Count: 4.6k 

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Today has been long to say the least. Court had held so much animosity and hatred you felt as if it had gone on for hours. When Vaemond had gone down the line of you and your siblings proclaiming that each of you could very well have your own father, you knew it would end poorly. When your father had caused that scene you were thankful because it allowed court to end and offer you some reprieve before dinner.

When you took your seat at the table you immediately grabbed for the flagon of wine and groaned when your uncle reached it first. He offered you a simpering smile as he grabbed your glass and filled it before setting it down in front of you. He fills his own cup before scooting his chair closer to yours and taking his seat. 

“Can I help you?” you turn to Aegon with raised brows.

“It’s been years, my niece. Am I not allowed to have missed you?” he whispers lowly. 

“And what exactly did you miss?” you turn to him with a smile. 

“Fisting your soft silver hair as you sucked my cock.” his words settle deep within your stomach. 

“Mm, I’ve gained better judgment now.” you pray your cheeks don’t flush. “And better taste.” you look him over before grabbing your cup of wine. 

“And better taste is what?” he looks down past you. “Brown hair?” he raises his brow at you. 

“If you listened at court you would know they’re betrothed to Rhaena and Baela.” you hiss pushing him back in his seat. 

“A man being married isn’t something that ever seemed to stop you.” you flash your eyes to him in annoyance. “No husband for you?” he tilts his head with a smirk. 

“As if my father would allow that.” you look across the table and see Daemon already staring at you. 

“Vaemond was right enough about the parentage.” he watches your head snap over to him. “But no betrothal for his first daughter?” Aegon hums. “Unless he’s claimed you as his.” he smirks watching you flush. “Mm, that’s it, isn’t it? Does daddy Daemon play with your cunny at night?” he watches you shift in the seat. 

“That's none of your concern.” you hiss. 

“Does he know I had you first?” he leans in closer to you and looks across the table as Daemon. “Do you think he can tell?” he leans closer and your eyes flutter shut before your father clears his throat. “He can.” he hums sitting back. 

You reach for your wine and look at Daemon over the edge of your cup. He’s sitting rigid next to your mother. He can’t believe you would act like this at the dinner table and with him, Aegon, of all people. He clenches his fists on the table as he keeps his eyes locked on you. Aegon looks across the table at Daemon with a smirk as he leans into your ear once more. 

“When I fuck you later I know he’s going to come and watch.” his lips brush against your ear. “You want daddy to see how your little cunny cries for me? How you beg for it? Crawl for it?” your nails are dug into the wood of the table at his low words. 

Daemon is about to rise from the table when his brother beats him to it, spouting off about becoming a family once more. He can’t focus on anything else but you and the way you’re leaning into Aegon. He can see your desire all over your face and the flush that's slowly creeping up your neck. He clenches his jaw as Aegon stays buried in your neck with no care for your surroundings. 

You look around the table thankful no one is paying attention to the way you and Aegon are sticking to each other. You refuse to look at the eyes you can feel glaring at you across from the table. Truth be told you were excited to no end at the endless possibilities of what your father will do. You hadn’t even planned on going back to Aegon on this trip but Gods the years had treated him well and his low words make you want to come up with an excuse to leave the hall with him now.

As if the Gods had heard you, Aemond slams his fist to the table and the next couple of minutes provide the distraction you need. Your eyes meet Aegons and you both grab your cups of wine and slip out of the dining hall. Guards rush past the both of you and you both turn the hall and all the memories of your shared youth come flooding back. He grabs your free hand and tugs you up the stairs making a straight line for his chambers. 

You’re both out of breath and gulping down your wine once you’re sealed in his chambers. He takes your empty cup and tosses it to the side along with his before he pulls you against him. His lips crash into yours backing you up quickly to his bed. There is nothing sweet about the gesture; this is purely for pleasure, purely for the feeling, the memories. When your back meets his bed he’s pushing your dress up and pressing his face against your small clothes. 

“Gods you’re such a beast.” your words are more pleasure filled than you’d prefer as he licks up your small clothes. 

“Why are these so wet? All this from a couple hushed words?” his breath fans against the dampened fabric. He pulls the fabric to the side and quickly flicks against your bud watching you arch off the bed. “Fuck,” he groans and pulls your center flush against his mouth. 

“Aegon,” you pant, gripping your covered breasts. 

He’s licking at you so fast you can’t catch your breath. Your gasps and the sound of him lapping at your wetness fill the room. You start to rock against his face feeling your pleasure build and his fingers dig into your hips helping you grind against him. You’re on the edge when you and Aegon jolt at a door being slammed. You peel your eyes open and see your father standing at one of the tunnel entrances. Aegon looks back up at you before returning to your glistening cunny. 

“Stand up and get on the bed.” Daemon's voice holds no humor and Aegon turns to him with a raised brow.

“Maybe you don’t know what it sounds like but she was just about to come.” Aegon looks him over before turning back to you once more. “Where was I?” he smirks at you but you're looking behind him as Daemon walks over to the bed. 

“Do not think that I won’t put you on that bed myself.” Daemon stands above Aegon who sighs. Reluctantly Aegon moves from between your thighs and sits on the edge of the bed and offers Daemon a bored expression. “Let daddy show you how she likes to be pleased.” both you and Aegon snap your eyes up to him. 

“I know how to please her.” he looks up at Daemon unimpressed.

“Do you?” Daemon turns his full attention to Aegon. “You haven’t even taken her gown off.” he shakes his head. “You’re supposed to take your time with my sweet girl.” he turns to you and cups your face. 

“I can make her come whether her gown is on or not.” Daemon sighs at Aegon's words and turns to him. 

“That’s not the point I’m making.” Daemon says lowly and you grab his hand not wanting him to ruin your night. 

“And what is the point you’re trying to make?” Aegon rolls his eyes. 

“That you need to be more grateful that I’m even allowing this and to treat her how she deserves to be treated.” he tugs Aegon up by his tunic. “She’s not one of your little whores.” your eyes widen when he grabs Aegon's face. 

“No, but she likes to be fucked like one.” he chuckles when Daemon tightens his grip on his cheeks. 

“Please daddy,” they both turn to you at your soft whine. 

“She’s obviously not talking to you.” he pushes Aegon back onto the bed. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” 

“I wanna come.” you pout. “Aeg was about to make me.” you tug his hand. “Please.” he pulls you up from the bed and you fall against his chest. 

Aegon watches with raised brows as Daemon starts to unlace your dress. He never thought Daemon would join the both of you but he’s not exactly opposed to it either. Gods he would probably be content to be the one watching. He sits up straighter once Daemon shoves your dress down to the ground. Aegon smirks when your slip is next to follow and you're bare before the both of them. 

“Go lay on the bed so daddy can show Aegon what you like.” he scoots you over and Aegon watches as you take your place next to him once more. “Do not touch her yet or I won’t let you come tonight.” he gives Aegon a pointed look. 

Aegon blinks up at Daemon at a loss for words watching him kneel down and press your thighs open against his bed. You let your eyes flutter shut when you feel soft kisses on the insides of your thighs before he kisses along the sides of your slit. The moment Daemon wraps his lips around your bud Aegon’s ears are greeted by the sweetest whine he’s ever heard. 

“Daddy, mm dad- yes,” Aegon watches you arch off the bed and he so badly just wants to reach out and touch you. He looks down and sees Daemon kissing your cunny with absolute devotion and decides he wants to do that next if it earns him the sounds you’re currently making,  “I- I’m,” a string of whimpers leave your mouth as you fall apart on his face. “Thank you, thank you,” your whole body is trembling as you watch him kiss up your body. 

“You see, if you take your time and kiss her little cunny just right she’ll fall apart in seconds.” Daemon slides his eyes over to Aegon. “Now come here and make her come.” he stands back and makes room for Aegon. 

“I could’ve made her come before..” Aegon trails off settling between your thighs once more. 

“I didn’t ask for your words.” Daemon says lowly sitting next to you on the bed. “Tell daddy if Aegon does a good job.” he looks down at you and brushes your hair off your neck. “Well what are you waiting for?” Daemon turns his attention back to Aegon. 

“You said that I couldn’t touch her or you won’t let me come.” Daemon smirks, watching his cheeks redden. 

“Mm,” he props himself up more and tilts his head at Aegon. “Ask me.” he nods and you whine getting impatient. “Hush.” he whispers down at you.

“Can I touch her?” Aegon watches as Daemon's eyes darken. “Please?” he’s ready to plead again but Daemon nods his head once and he dives between your legs. 

Aegon’s quick tongue has you arching off the bed with a string of whines leaving your lips. You gasp when he presses his tongue into your core and you look up at Daemon who’s already watching you. You pant when Aegon encases your bud as you start to rock against his face. 

“Is Aegon doing a good job?” he brushes your hair back. “Is he licking at your little cunny the way you like?” he chuckles when you nod your head quickly. 

“Yes, Aegon,” you shutter as your pleasure crests. “So good, I’m- I, Aeg,” you fall apart and Aegon continues to lap at you before pulling back. 

“I knew you could be a good boy for me.” Aegon’s breathing deepens at Daemon's words. “Come up here to me.” he pats the bed next to him and Aegon is next to him a moment later. “Mm and you listen.” he smiles watching Aegon’s pupils dilate. 

Daemon stands and has Aegon move into the space next to you. He looks down at the both of you with excitement dancing under his skin at having the both of you like this for him. He leans over you first and presses his lips to yours. You gasp when he slips two fingers into you before kissing down your neck and glancing over at Aegon who is watching the both of you with his lips between his teeth. 

Daemon keeps moving his fingers in you before he leans over and takes Aegon’s lips for himself. Aegon melts into his touch and is trying to stop himself from arching up into Daemon's touch. You rock your hips on Daemon's hand as you watch them next to you. Daemon starts to kiss across Aegon’s neck and chuckles as the whimpers he’s letting spill free. 

“Gods you’re desperate aren’t you?” he leans back and Aegon goes to reach up but hesitates. “Tell daddy what you want.” Daemon continues to hover above Aegon waiting for his words. 

“You. This. Both of you.” you whimper at Aegon’s words. 

“Please,” you and Aegon whine. 

“I’m sorry.” Aegon turns to you with a pout. “I was supposed to fuck you so thoroughly.” he rolls on his side and presses his lips to yours and Daemon speeds up his fingers in you. 

You whine into Aegons mouth and Daemon offers him praise as he brings his fingers down to swirl around your bud. Daemon leans down over the both of you and the three of you are a mess of tongues and breaths. Your pleasure washes through you in the midst of everything and they both press their lips all over your neck and face before pulling back so you can all catch your breath.

“Have you been with a man before?” Aegon nods quickly at Daemon's words. 

“Where’s your oil?” Aegon’s cock throbs at his words. 

“On the table over there.” Daemon is up and retrieving the small carafe. 

“Daddy, I wanted to fuck Aegon.” you pout as he comes back over to the bed. 

“We both can.” his soft words go straight to Aegon’s cock. “Would you like that?” he tilts Aegon's chin up. 

“Please yes,” Aegon’s cock is hard and pressing at his trousers. “Please.” Aegon's begging is music to Daemon's ears. “My cock hurts, I wanna take my clothes off.” he whines looking up at Daemon. 

“Stand up so I can help you.” Daemon pulls him closer and pushes his hair back. “Come help me undress Aegon, sweet girl.” Aegon trembles when your hands are softly squeezing at his waist letting your fingers slip under his tunic and press against his warm skin. 

Daemon leans down and takes Aegon’s lips as you let your hands roam all over his body. Aegon doesn’t know who to lean into as you both press against him. Daemon pulls back and you lift his tunic off and attach back to him pressing your lips across his back. He swallows as Daemon starts to unlace his trousers. He pushes them down and sighs in relief as his cock springs free. 

“Oh Gods,” Aegon lets out a low groan as Daemon wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slowly stroke him.

“Don’t daddy’s fingers feel so good?” you press your lips against Aegon's neck. “Just wait until they’re inside you.” Daemon chuckles when Aegon’s cock twitches. 

“Would you like that, sweet boy?” Daemon tightens his grip and swipes his thumb at his leaking tip. “Hm? Tell me.” he whispers, grabbing Aegon's chin and making him look up at him. 

“Please daddy,” Daemon's smile widens at Aegon’s soft plea. 

“Shh,” he smooths Aegon’s hair back as his hips start to jerk into Daemon's hand. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” he lets go of Aegon’s cock and turns him towards you. “But I want you to take care of my sweet girl first.” he starts to press his lips to the back of his neck. 

You pull Aegon's lips down to yours and you wrap your arms around him. Aegon pulls back only to help you lay back on the bed and crawl back over you. He presses his forehead to yours as he humps against you and you squirm around as his tip slides up your wetness. Daemon watches you two tangle together as he starts to tug his own clothes off. He watches Aegon's head pop up and turn back to him. 

“Can I fuck her? Please?” he’s panting and his cock won’t stop leaking and he just wants to be inside you so badly. 

“That’s a good boy for asking.” Daemon nods. “Go ahead.” he watches Aegon turn back to you with a smile. 

“Aegon,” you whimper as he starts to push into you. 

Aegon presses his lips to yours as he begins to rock into you. A small cry falls from your lips at his stretch before he starts to thrust into you. Your tongues and teeth are clashing as you pull and coax pleasure from each other. You chuckle softly as he whines when Daemon trickles the oil down his backside. His pace falters slightly when Daemon trails a finger between his cheeks. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth. 

“Keep moving.” Daemon’s words have him pushing into you once more. “Is Aegon doing a good job?” Daemon coos down at you as he circles a finger around Aegon’s hole. 

“So good.” you nod your head, holding onto Aegon’s shoulders as he snaps his hips into yours. 

Your pleasure is thrumming through your body at the feel of Aegon but also watching your father slowly wreck him. Aegon lets out a low whine and stops his movements when Daemon pushes a slick finger into him. He presses his lips to his shoulder as he starts to pump his finger faster and Aegon slowly starts to rock into you once more. Aegon’s head is spinning from the pleasure fully engulfing him. His hips stop once more when Daemon slides another finger in and he bites down on his shoulder. 

“Play with her cunny if you’re going to stop every time.” Aegon nods and you gasp as his fingers circle your bud. 

“Fuck,” Aegon’s eyes shut as you squeeze around him as Daemon circles a third finger pouring more oil in the process. 

“Aegon,” you tremble in the cusp of pleasure. 

Aegon doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back his pleasure if you come around him at this moment. Daemon smirks watching you both shake and whimper underneath him. He presses a third finger into Aegon and watches his back straighten as your nails dig into his back followed by cries and gasps from the both of you. 

“Do you both just feel so good?” Daemon chuckles at the pleasure slurred words you both offer him in response. 

Aegon doesn’t know how he hasn’t collapsed onto you yet. You’re still fluttering around him and Daemon’s fingers are stretching him and pressing against the spot that has him hardening inside of you already. Daemon listens to Aegon’s small whines as he pulls his fingers out before pouring some oil on his cock. He watches as Aegon starts to rock his hips into and you peel your eyes open and press your lips against his neck. 

“Are you ready?” Daemon slides his hands up Aegon’s back before moving back down to his ass. 

Aegon nods and he stills his hips as you hold him closer listening to his soft noises. Daemon presses his tip into Aegon and he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. With every inch Daemon offers him, he replies with a whimper. As your father presses fully into Aegon, he presses fully into you leaving you both squirming. Aegon presses his lips to yours when  Daemon starts to pull out of him working up to a steady rhythm. 

Aegon’s hips thrust into yours with every snap of Daemon's hips into his. Daemon digs his fingers into Aegon’s ass as he continues to push into him. Daemon watches as Aegon presses your hands into the mattress and smirks pressing you both into the bed and engulfing your hands. Your breathing deepens as you begin to be rocked into the mattress. 

Aegon watches as your eyes roll back as he’s pushed into you by Daemon. Daemon's cock is stretching him so thoroughly it’s hard for him to focus on anything else. He’s surrounded by pleasure and has no care for any of the sounds that are leaving his mouth. Daemon slowly lifts up and you both suck in air before Daemon starts pounding into Aegon. 

“Aegon,” you gasp. “Daddy,” you call out, feeling your pleasure rising. 

“You’re both doing so good for daddy.” Daemon smiles at the whimpers his words elicit. 

“I’m gonna- I’m,” Aegon pants feeling his pleasure soaring.

“Make her come first.” Daemon wraps his hand around Aegon’s throat and presses his lips to the side of his neck. “Be a good boy and make her come.” his thrusts become more demanding, clouding Aegon’s head as he thrusts into you. 

“Mm, please,” you burst around him at the sight of him blissed out from your father. 

“That’s daddy’s good boy.” Aegon spills his pleasure inside of you and goes limp. “You did so good.” he helps him off of you and lays him on the bed next to you. “Very good.” he places one last kiss on his lips before he turns to you. 

“You’ve been such a good and patient girl tonight.” he grabs your legs and presses them up to your chest. “Let Aegon make such a mess in your cunny.” he chuckles watching the come still leak out of you. 

Daemon slides inside of you with ease and groans at your warmth. You reach out and grab Aegon's arm as Daemon fucks you into the bed. Your other hand is gripped into Daemon’s that’s holding your legs up. Aegon rolls over and curls against you before attaching to one of your nipples. You let go of his hand and tangle into his hair instead as you feel yourself about to fall apart. 

“I’m- I,” you arch into Aegon’s mouth as you pulse around Daemon. “Thank you,” you whine as he continues to snap his hips into you. “Thank you daddy,” you squeak when you feel him start to fill you. 

“Fuck,” Daemon groans slowing his hips. “You both did so good for me.” he pulls out of you and watches his come leak from you. 

Your legs flatten against the bed and Daemon crawls over the both of you to press his lips against each of your foreheads. He showers you both with praise and he relishes at the way you both cling on to him desperately. Your soft pleas have his cock hardening once more and he pulls back looking at yours and Aegon's flushed cheeks. 

“Both on your tummy’s.” he stands at the edge of the bed and watches you two roll over. “Ass’s up.” he brings his one hand to rest on each of yours and Aegon's lower backs. “Now I want you to both play with yourself while daddy goes back and forth between fucking you both.” he grabs his cock and strokes himself watching as you two listen. 

Aegon starts to pump himself at the same time you start to swirl your fingers around your bud. Daemon watches as you two play with yourselves before turning your heads to each other. In a couple of scoots and breaths your lips are smashed together as you both search for more pleasure. Daemon scoops some of the pleasure from your cunny and presses it to Aegon’s hole before he starts to dip his tip in. 

“Fuck,” Aegon abandons his cock and digs into the sheets. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Daemon lands his hand on Aegon’s ass. Aegon jolts and wraps his hand around his aching cock. “Good boy.” Daemon starts to hammer into him. Your fingers speed up as you watch Aegon's eyes slowly shut as he’s pushed up the bed. “Don’t come yet.” Daemon chuckles and pulls out. 

“No, please,” Aegon whimpers. 

“Don’t be greedy.” Daemon drawls and presses himself into your core. “Gods you're stuffed full of come.” he groans watching his cock come out coated after every pump. “Would you be terribly mad if daddy filled Aegon next?” you whine at his words. “I’ll let you come right now.” he whispers, replacing your hand with his and circling your bud quickly. 

“Yes, yes daddy,” you collapse onto the bed as your high rips through you.

Daemon pulls out of you quickly, watching your cunny pulse and seep with pleasure. Aegon buries his head into the mattress as Daemon pushes himself back inside. He can barely move his hand up his length and he cries out when Daemon bats his hand away and strokes him himself. He rolls his hips as Aegon presses back into him letting out small gasps. Daemon presses his lips against Aegon’s neck, smiling at the small cries of his name. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” Daemon whispers, feeling Aegon’s cock leaking even more. “Such a good boy. Taking everything I give you.” his thrusts become sharp. “My sweet girl was feeling so generous that she’s letting me fill you tonight.” his hands tangle in Aegon's hair and turn his head towards you. “Say thank you.” he watches as you peel your eyes open. 

“Thank you,” Aegon slurs. “Thank you,” he looks back up at Daemon. 

“Mm, daddy’s good boy who just wants to be filled.” Daemon coos as Aegon pushes his hips back into him. 

“Yes,” Aegon pants. “Please, please,” Daemon smirks as he feels Aegon twitch in his hand. 

Daemon squeezes around Aegon’s tip and he explodes going limp against the bed. Daemon grips Aegon’s hips and pounds into him before letting out a string of curses as he pumps his seed into Aegon. He pulls out and looks between the both of you laying on the bed as pleasure seeps out between your legs. He whispers at you both to move apart and he settles between you two and smiles as you both curl into him. He smoothes your hair and whispers words of praises as he caresses the both of you.

“Can we take him home with us?” you mumble pressing your lips against Daemon's chest. “Please? I’ll keep him in my chambers?” Daemon chuckles as you reach across and cup Aegon's cheek. 

“It would probably solve a lot of problems.” he watches as you and Aegon press your lips together across his stomach. 

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#john: *complains about paul's imprisonment* not that i care though! *continues rant about injustice* who cares? not me!#john: what if hes being abused?! *worries* not that i would care.#interviewer: you seem to care a lot.#john: no! well yes but only because hes a person. i care about all people.#john: but especially paul. (via asurrogateblog)

#omg#this goes on for so long#he can’t stop talking about it#suddenly remembering to throw in how little he cares#what a dweeb#tell me he wouldn’t have just flown over there#and started a fight to get him out if he could have (via inspiteallthedanger)

#NOT THAT I CARE YOU UNDERSTAND#well it's hard to understand john if you can't shut up about it aksdjhaksdjada#isn't it endearing how he is like no no no no no paul woULD NEVER!! he's not stupid he's the smartest man alive <3#actually that's not true john (via sohardlovingyou)

#love how vehemently he defends Paul’s blatant fuck ups#‘​not that I care’ you are a 12 year old boy!!!! (via pauls1967moustache)

#so just to be clear john…#you don’t care?#it is kinda sweet how adamant he is that paul wouldn’t be that stupid#reader he was that stupid#although I do have a suspicion he was covering for linda which would make john’s theory partly correct (via javelinbk)

#That’s just the work of some power-mad little creep showing off to the world knowing that the longer he holds Paul the longer he’s important#period!#truest thing he's ever (maybe) said (via mylonghairedladyy)

is he... talking about himself?

#hes arguing that with suchconviction he honestly almost had me believing one of the biggest stoners of rock n roll's drug bust was a set up (via philcollinsenjoyer)

#this tarot reader is sure a comedian one at that#this reads like a sarcastic dramatization#but it IS so john (via 4headedmonster)

#drink everytime john doesnt care (via lord-pain)

#this always makes me laugh like omfggg#me when i dont care#but ive also thought about it from every angle#and im very concerned#and i also want him to go to jail#and im mad as hell!!!!!!!#lost the idgaf war#he’s so insane… (via cassaveteslayage)

“The Lennons were still maintaining separate living quarters and separate interests when they heard the news, late that spring, of Paul McCartney’s arrest. Paul had been arrested for trying to smuggle marijuana into Japan while visiting there to perform in a concert tour. The illegal product had allegedly been discovered in his suitcase, and he was taken into custody immediately. His wife, Linda, and the rest of the company were allowed entrance without incident. Yoko worried that the news of Paul’s arrest might throw John back into the old depression. But when I talked to him over the phone one afternoon a few days after the incident, his voice held no depression, only righteous indignation and sympathy for Paul. “It’s lousy, Charles. Typical, but lousy. Some petty official probably needed a promotion and set Paul up to get it. Not that I have any great love for the man, you understand, but this sort of thing is just somebody’s cheap trick. If he really wanted his smoke, you know he wouldn’t have had to carry it on his person. The mere fact that he was checking in his own luggage tells you that he wasn’t carrying anything. Usually all that star carries in is an overnight bag. The rest of his stuff is checked through as equipment and costumes. Paul’s smart enough to now that. He’s known how to handle this sort of things for twenty years, just like I have. If you want to smoke, you say to your producer, ‘Hey, where’s the grass?’ and poof, magically it appears. You don’t have to buy it. It’s all budgeted into a show as entertainment or transportation expenses. Take care of the star’s head, fill his lungs, or his nose, or his veins, or whatever. No, no way do I believe that Paul was carrying. He was set up and that’s the long unfortunate short of it. Some little creep wanted to make a name for himself like all little creeps do, and he used Paul to do exactly that. “Just how hard do you think it is for a Customs official to lay his hands on some grass? Not that hard. He had it all along under the counter or something, and the minute the Beatle steps up, it’s presto! Headlines. “Stars are victims like that, very vulnerable. The pity is that Paul wasn’t expecting it. Nobody is busting stars for drugs anymore, so he didn’t take precautions, you know, like having Customs waived because he’s a star or something like that. “Paul’s been busted before, you know. This is only going to make life more difficult for him. Not that I care, but it’s just the meanness of the thing that irks me. When I was busted, it was the same sort of crap. I was sounding off a little more than the government liked, and poof, there’s a drug bust. Police, dogs, cops, the works. As if I were the only kid on my block to have a little stash. But they wanted me, see? And they got me. The bastard who busted me couldn’t have been more smug. Certainly made his day. “Paul’s getting more press out of this than he has since the sixties, which just lets you know where the press is at. They love this sort of thing. The worst part for Paul is that they’ve got him in jail. Do you believe that? They know how much money they’re costing him. A whole fuckin’ concert down the drain. Promotion wasted, transportation wasted, tickets to be returned, the whole thing’s a waste. And all for what? In the world of rock and roll you won’t lose any fans or sales because of a drug bust. At worst it makes you controversial, and that’s a plus. So what are they holding him for? That’s just the work of some power-mad little creep showing off to the world, knowing that the longer he holds Paul the longer he’s important.” “For someone you claim not to care about you seem awfully upset.” “It’s the injustice of the thing that upsets me. If Paul were just some nobody, the Customs agent would have pulled the grass out of his bag and said, ‘Don’t be stupid, son, just throw this away over there,’ and what would have been the end to it. I’ve heard stories like that. But because he’s a star he gets set up instead. That’s injustice and it would bother me if it were Shirley MacLaine, Baryshnikov, or the Muppets. Maybe it affects me a little more because it’s Paul and I know him and he’s a musician, but I doubt it. It would bother me no matter who they got.” […] The constant appearance of Paul’s name in the press began to unsettle John. It recalled memories that he would have preferred to let sleep. “You don’t think they’re mistreating him, do you, Charles?” “Aside from the fact that they are holding him in a jail cell, I doubt that there is any mistreatment.” “That’s good. Not that I really care, you understand, but I wouldn’t want to think that they were abusing him in any way.” “You keep telling me how much you don’t care. I begin to wonder if it’s true.” “Of course I care! Not that I want to, but you can’t know a person as long and as intimately as I’ve known Paul and not care. I’m pissed at him and have been for years, but that’s my private war with the man. It has nothing to do with the way I feel about his having this happen to him.” […] Two days later Paul was released. The concert had been canceled and he and Linda left Japan immediately. John greeted the news with a great sigh of relief. “I’m glad that’s over. I feel like I’ve been keeping a vigil for him. Not that I care, you understand.””

— John Green, Dakota Days. (1983) [Note: John Green was the Lennons’ tarot reader, and his credibility is dubious, to say the (very) least. John’s depicted vacillations and utter emotional transparency may have a ring of truth to them, but one should nonetheless take this all with a grain of salt.]

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making charlie cum in his pants. PLEASE I WILL KISS YOU

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Body Worship, afab!reader (use of goddess), Power imbalance maybe?, Virgin!Charlie, Implied Curvy!Reader, Premature Ejaculation (Charlie hehehe), SubToConfident!Charlie, Initiator!Reader

A/N: THIS ASK REVITALIZED ME ILY RED THANK U this is like 3k words… 😟

Artist!Charlie Slimecicle x NudeModel!Reader

Fine Art

Charlie was so fucking nervous.

He’d never been more nervous for a class in his life.

He was halfway through getting his art degree, specializing in watercolors.

But this Charcoal Sketching elective was just too good to pass up.

A single 30 minute class per week to sketch a still life, a bowl of fruit, flowers, etc.

But this week was different.

This week they were having a nude model come in.

And he didn’t have any aversion to naked art, sculptures, paintings, drawings, often they were incredible.

But a real person?

The thought made his hands sweat.

Charlie didn’t have a good track record with real people.

Sure, he could come up with a few good jokes on the spot, but beyond that he didn’t feel like he would contribute much.

People were critical, talkative, fictitious.

They could be something that they really weren’t.

Not like art.

Art was persuasive in a way that made it seem as if it could be changed, but it was really meant to be one way all along.

When he got his brush on a canvas, everything just made sense.

The water ebbed and flowed wherever it wanted, like fate.

Like he was merely a medium for reality to create, like he had no real power over what he made.

And when he walked into the room with his peers, his raised shoulders fell and relaxed.

No one was there except other students getting settled.

Easels were all circled around a platform in the middle of the room.

Charlie sat down if front of a random canvas with a relieved sigh.

He had a little more time to prepare to see a naked person.

It’s not that he was scared of nakedness, he just had never seen someone naked in person before.

He’d seen it in porn of course, but that’s not the same thing.

Yes, he was a 21 year old virgin.

Such was the burden of an art student.

Never much time for fun.

But then the professor walked in, shaking him out of his thoughts, followed by someone in a long robe.

They introduced you to the students, a stunning young model who couldn’t be much older than Charlie.

He felt his eyes linger on you for longer than they should have.

He gazed at how your hair layed perfectly around your face, framing it to accentuate every feature of your face.

His worst nightmare.

You were gorgeous.

You turned to the podium and walked toward it, giving Charlie a chance to rip his gaze away.

He heard the fabric of the robe drop out of his sight line, echoing in his head like a bomb had gone off in a stadium.

He had to look.

That was the entire point of the assignment.

Looking at you and drawing you.

So he dragged his eyes up, spotting the fronts of your shins, cause of course you’d decided to face his direction.

Then the fronts of your knees, then your thighs, then…

God, you were so fucking beautiful.

Beautiful like a marble statue, like you were carved by Chauncey Ives himself.

You were standing up right, arms crossed over your body to hold your waist, pressing your tits together softly.

Your full hips made Charlie’s brain turn to mush.

He wanted to touch them, grab them, kiss them.

The stretch marks that striped across your thighs and tits made his heart stutter.

Like they were marking just where he should lick and kiss along your skin.

His mouth was dry and watering at the same time, like his body didn’t know how to react in the pure presence of your beauty.

Then he remembered where he was, a class, where he was supposed to be drawing.

The charcoal pencil trembled in his shaking hands.

Why was he shaking so bad?

Charlie tried to focus on the art, he tried so damn hard.

But he just couldn’t get the damn lines right.

Whenever he looked at you to get your proportions he swear he could feel your eyes on him.

He sketched, then erased, then sketched again, then erased.

It was never this difficult when he was sketching fruit.

The professor clapped their hands to alert the whole class. “Alright everyone, that’s all the time we have for today. Get those sketches into me by next week. They don’t have to be finished, they just need to have something tangible.”

Fuck, had it really been the whole period already?

He’d barely gotten anything down…

Definitely nothing tangible.

He gathered his supplies and his barely progressed canvas, swearing under his breath at his own idiocy.

You hadn’t even had time to pull on your robe before you walked up to him.

He stopped in his tracks as he realized you were still naked in front of him.

“Did you finish?”

You must have seen him struggling and erasing nearly every line he drew.

“Uh… No…” He very impressively babbled out.

“Would you ever want a… Private session? So you could finish your piece?”

“Wh- Huh?” Charlie’s eyes widened at your request.

“I would hate for you to fail the assignment and miss out on valuable learning just because of time constraints.” Your eyelashes fluttered up at him.

He gulped, nodding in agreement.

Why did he say yes?

Would you think he was desperate?

Did he even really know what he was agreeing to?

It didn’t really matter, because you grabbed a sharpie from his bundle of art supplies, scribbling your number onto his arm.

However, Charlie didn’t expect you to show up at his door mere minutes after texting you.

“Do you want like a… A drink or something?” He joked nervously, opening the door of his apartment to you.

You shook your head with a light smile as you walked in. “Where do you want me?”

“Uhhh…” He trailed off as he closed the door behind you and searched his room.

He pulled his desk chair over to sit a few feet away from the large mirror that covered his closet.

“Here is… Good.” Charlie mumbled, motioning you to stand in front of the mirror.

You smiled lightly, beginning to undo the buttons of your dress.

He looked to the side, grabbing his supplies and getting situated in the chair.

“Draw me like one of your French girls.” You joked as the fabric fell to the floor and he felt his brain turn on in way it never had before.

He didn’t even have the brain power to laugh at the reference.

There was usually a buzzing in the walls, probably the piping in the old building, but he couldn’t hear it anymore.

Everything was just you, your bare body, the mirror showing him his own flushed face in the reflection, as well as the back half of you he hadn’t gotten to see in class.

People often hid their true selves for others, but you had your full self on display for him right now.

He cleared his throat, feeling a pressure in his groin restricted by his jeans.

“Can you uh, do the same pose you did earlier?” Charlie asked, his voice breaking slightly in nervousness.

You just smiled, complying with his command and crossing your arms in front of you.

He now realized he’d left the chair too close to get a perfect portrait of you, but you might take it the wrong way if he got up, so he would simply do the best with what he had.

Without a time constraint, without so many people around, he felt less stiff.

The charcoal pencils gilded across his canvas, outlining your shape roughly to start.

You stayed perfectly still for him, trained to stare at one point in your surroundings, so you stared at his face.

You watched as his eyes darted up at you, then back down at his canvas.

He had intelligent eyes behind his glasses, blue and piercing with a cognizance that most people lacked.

You’d posed in the same art classes year after year as soon as you were able to.

It was a nice way to earn money as you earned your degree.

But you’d never met someone like Charlie.

Well, you’d seen other art students get flustered over seeing a nude model.

But none as gravitating as him, magnetic, like you just had to meet him.

Like everything in you was screaming to talk to him.

He bit his lip, your eyes darting to them as he switched between wetting them with the tip of his tongue, and drawing them back into his mouth with his teeth.

You weren’t even sure how long your hungry gaze stayed on him for.

“I think… I’m done.” Charlie said hesitantly, holding his canvas out in front of him to compare it to you.

“Can I see?” You grinned, curiously moving from your position and crouching in front of him.

He pursed his lips, deciding whether or not to let you see.

Was it good enough?

What if you thought it wasn’t good?

Sketching wasn’t his specialty after all.

“Please?” Your hands raised from the dainty spot on your lap to his thighs, making his breath hitch.

Charlie’s eyes fought to stay trained on the canvas instead of the beautiful angel sitting between his knees.

But he had a nagging thought.

“Have you ever done… A private session before?” Charlie asked, almost kicking himself for doing so.

It wasn’t any of his business, but he didn’t want to be just another notch on your belt.

But he also wasn’t stupid.

You were attractive.

A model.

You could get anyone you wanted.

Why would you want him?

A fine arts major with a studio apartment who was barely scraping by…

He could name five people off the top of his head who would pay double tuition just to get where he was right now.

But his entire world-view shifted when you shook your head.

“No. Not like this…” You grinned softly at him, almost shy.

The thought of him being the only one, being special to you, while your hands were rubbing on his thighs…

Charlie felt his core tighten.

He had to hold it together.

He couldn’t cum just from your touch.

That would be so incredibly massively uncool.

Like loser degenerate virgin uncool.

Well, he supposed he was.

A virgin, not a degenerate loser.

“Pretty please can I see, Charlie?”

And in that momentary loss of focus when you said his name was when everything came crashing down.

Or crashing up.

As soon as your lips pressed a kiss to the denim material covering his groin, he was gone.

A groan managed to escape his mouth before he managed to clamp it shut forcefully by shoving the back of his hand over his mouth.

He felt the meat of his cock twitch continuously against your face through his jeans, his eyes watering from holding back his sounds.

Your eyes turned from soft and caring, to hungry.

“Did you just cum?” You asked with a wolfish grin.

Charlie’s breath barely returned to him in time, enough for him to stutter out an incomplete response. “I- Sorry, I just- Um…”

“That’s so cute…” You mumbled, almost to yourself more-so than him as you stood up and gripped the canvas gently, tossing it onto his bed without so much as a glance.

He let go of it instantly, gasping for a moment before it landed softly on his comforter.

You barely gave him a moment to process before you were unzipping his jeans.

Charlie’s art supplies fell from his own hands, clattering onto the floor.

You peeled back the dampened fabric of the front flaps covering his groin with a sly smirk.

“Wa- Waitwait- Wait…” He pleaded, your hands halting immediately.

He didn’t want you to see his cum-covered underwear, but it was too late.

“Do you wanna stop?” You asked seriously, earning a frantic shaking of his head.

“Please… Plea- I…”

Charlie was putty in your hands, leaning forward just to be closer to you, to bathe in your presence. “Can I touch you?”

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Your hand cupped his jaw, his hand turning to kiss your palm with reverence.

His cock twitched to life again in his boxers, making you grin. “No, but… Please?”

Your heart soared at his plea, head spinning slightly at his belief that he didn’t have the right to touch you. “Stay still, baby. You can touch me soon.”

You pulled up the hem of his shirt, pulling it off completely.

Then reaching for his soiled jeans and boxers, you pulled them off his hips.

Charlie lifted up off the chair momentarily to aid you, suddenly becoming bashful again as his cock, slick and sticky from his premature orgasm, sprang out from its confinement.

“Mmm~” You hummed in approval at his size, shape, color, everything about it was perfect.

Everything about him was perfect.

Now the two of you were on more equal footing, both naked and dripping for each other.

You were climbing on top of him in a moment, Charlie watching intently as your back turned to him.

“Please, please~” His heart was practically beating out of his chest in anticipation, your hand moving to grip his slick shaft and angle it toward your entrance.

You sank down on him, Charlie’s eyes rolling back for a moment at the wet squeeze of your walls.

He didn’t think being inside someone would feel so good.

The pressure of your body weight on him felt so intoxicating, reassuring him that this was real, that you were real.

You began to move, much to Charlie’s delight.

Fuck, you looked so fucking good bouncing on his dick with your head leaned back on his shoulder.

Your hands gripped the armrest to leverage you up and down and his hands shot to your waist to help you move.

He glanced at the mirror in front of you two, gazing at the way you’d placed your feet at the edges of the chair, spreading your legs for the both of you to see where the two of you were connected.

His cock looked perfect rocking in and out of you, like it was where he was always meant to be.

The reflection of your face captured his attention, an open mouthed smile with your eyes fluttering in pleasure as you slammed yourself down on him.

He wanted to sketch that face and keep it framed forever.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe he was thinking about art right now.

Charlie, to snap out of art mode, glanced at his own reflection, practically whimpering at what he saw.

His glasses were slightly crooked on his face, his brows upturned in a look of almost pleading pleasure.

Like he was on the verge of asking for more, or to cum.

He didn’t know which one he would enjoy more.

He looked so small underneath you, like a servant groveling at a goddess’ alter.

Because you were a goddess to him.

More beautiful than any Greek statue.

He didn’t give a damn if it was blasphemous to say it, he saw it as truth.

You deserved to be treated like a goddess.

So he pulled you closer to him, hauling the both of you up on shaky legs and pressing you against the mirror.

You gripped the edges of it steadying yourself with a giggle. “Char~”

His cock never left you, snug in your gummy walls the whole time before he thrusted experimentally.

His head fell into the back of your shoulder.

Moving inside someone was a whole different experience from someone moving around him.

He watched your thighs and tits jiggle as his hips met your ass, a shaky breath of pure awe spilling from his lips.

His arms wrapped around your torso, one hand reaching for one mound of your tits and the other reaching between your thighs to find your clit.

You whimpered as his fingers toyed with your nipple, his cock hitting deeper inside you than before in this new position.

His other fingers swept widely at the apex of your thighs, finding your clit surprisingly fast among the thrusting.

You let out a wanton moan at the touch, his thrusts becoming more unhinged, more desperate.

He was lost in worshipping your body, staring at the way it moved with him, which movements made you gasp the loudest, what made you clench around him the tightest.

If he had to pick which felt better, your pussy smothering his cock or your skin in his hands, he wasn’t sure if he could.

He was never usually one for deeply appreciating audible art, but the sounds you were making really did deserve praise.

“Oh fuck, Char- Cumming~” Your thighs clenched and trembled around his hand, your cum squirting out between you onto his floor.

Charlie watched your body clamp up and fall apart in his grip.

He thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but apparently he was wrong.

“You’re so perfect…” He groaned, setting his chin on your shoulder to watch the reflections of the two of you bucking into each other frantically.

The sight was apparently too much for him, as he thrusted into you harder, reaching his peak.

“I think I’m… Gonna…” He stuttered, almost too shy to say it.

“Cum, baby~” You grinned through a haze of bliss, your orgasm taking over your consciousness entirely. “Pull out and cum on me…”

With your express permission, he just couldn’t hold back any longer.

He barely pulled out in time, gasping as groaning as his cum spurting between your legs and onto the mirror, beading up and rolling down the glass. “Oops…”

You grinned at his joke, leaning back into his body affectionately.

Charlie blinked, his vision returning to him as his high dissipated. “Would you maybe… Wanna stay for dinner?”

You couldn’t help but say yes.

He pampered you the whole night, cooking an impressive meal for you considering what little he had in his fridge, pulling up a movie that you discovered the both of you liked, even handing you a large shirt of his to sleep in after the night had long been over.

You’d climbed into his bed before him, sneakily grabbing the sketch that had been haphazardly tossed onto the bed earlier.

Charlie caught you looking, but just grinned as your gaze traveled the lines he’d made of you.

He climbed under the covers next to you, looking over your shoulder at his own work and how well it captured your essence. “I almost don’t wanna give it up.”

“Well, you don’t need a 2-D copy when you have the real thing, right?” You asked with a sly grin, placing the canvas gently on his nightstand before pressing a kiss to Charlie’s cheek.

He felt his face warm at that statement, a large smile crossing his face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, I guess I don’t…”

Signing up for that class had been the best damn decision he’d ever made in his life.

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

Am I too late for the KalluZeb ask? I hope not and if I'm not could you do 27 (Craziest place they had sex?) and 19 (What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)? If it's too late just ignore this message.

It is absolutely not too late! I will lovingly answer every ask about these idiots because I just adore talking about them and talking about headcanons absolutely helps me in my writing process - thank you so very much for indulging me!! 🥺

27. Craziest place they had sex?

Oh, oh, oh! I am going to answer this with something from one of my WIPs: Up a tree on Yavin IV.

So, in this particular WIP, they end up getting together on Yavin IV after working closely around the base and spending time together in the jungle. So much time that they have a particular tree they like to climb together for the view. And then for making out. And then for doing each other nasty styles. Which I don't imagine is that difficult of a thing for a lasat, but Kallus gets bonus points for being nearly 40 and boinking that far off the ground.

Of course, it's the craziest place because I wrote the scene before I really got into the gritty details of what Yavin IV is like in Legends, only to discover that they were getting down surrounded by a jungle full of INCREDIBLY SCARY CREATURES -- including piranha beetles that attack prey in swarms. How the hell Zeb can get it up in a scenario where they can be attacked by a swarm of carnivorous bugs at any moment is ... well, it's actually one of the reasons this story is currently a WIP. I love the whole scene and the whole idea of them wandering off for alone time together, but I keep thinking about these damn bugs. 😂😂😂

19. What was their biggest fight?

(I answered the first part of this one here but saved the alternate for this ask! 🥰)

Their biggest fight is about adopting children once they retire. It isn't a huge outright argument with shouting like they'd do in the rebellion, just Kallus brings it up one day (and it's been a long time coming, he's been thinking about it a lot, they're both so good with Jacen and there are so many kits who need a loving home) ... and Zeb just immediately, vehemently, shuts him down: absolutely the fuck not.

And it's like being slapped in the face, because they've gotten so much better at talking to each other. Yes, they still bicker, but the bickering leads to honest discussion and consensus and agreement on a course of action, so Zeb putting his foot down without even pretending they can discuss it is not their normal. It's also hurtful. And Kallus doesn't know what to do with that, actually, after this many years of their own brand of healthy communication, so he ends up just sitting on it. And sitting on it. And Zeb is doing New Republic Defense Force stuff, suddenly, and it's like he doesn't even want to be home with Kallus since he made the suggestion and what if Zeb actually doesn't? What if this is just how their relationship ends, at the crossroads where Kallus wants a family and Zeb doesn't?

It all comes out in messy ways, eventually. In ways where Kallus refuses to bicker about the normal stuff and Zeb spends more time away from home and the garden falls into disrepair and all the old grannies at the market who used to tease them both about their relationship are now just quiet and looking concerned until one day it finally, finally implodes. Still, no shouting. Just a flat assessment of the situation because Kallus has worked out why Zeb won't start a family with him and it's of course because of his past, his involvement with what happened on Lasan, and how Zeb must not actually trust him - how Zeb is right not to trust him even after all this time - how he's just been on Lira San living a life that isn't truly his after doing something so horrifically unforgivable - and it's time that he stops pretending, that he goes back to Coruscant maybe and tries to find the kind of life a man like him deserves after all the destruction he's wrought -

And Zeb has to kiss him to shut him up. It's an awful kiss, too. Desperate and urgent and tearful, quite possibly the worst kiss they've ever shared, it's like they don't even fit together anymore and nothing makes sense but Zeb is trying to pour everything into it, everything he hasn't said and everything he feels and all the fear, the visceral dread in his gut that started this whole awful fight.

Because Zeb wants to start a family together, he desperately does, but the thing that's been eating him this whole time isn't the role Kallus played on Lasan, but his own. His failures - his inability to protect his people - all coming down to the realization that he could very well fail again, except he wouldn't just lose Kallus but their children, too, and he already hauled himself back from the brink after losing so much once, he can't possibly do that again.

It's like uncovering a hidden wound, finally getting all this out of his head and into the mess that's accumulated between them from not talking, so it - so he - can finally begin to heal. And he slowly does. Zeb scales back his NRDF role to be home more, they repair the garden together, the old grannies at the market breathe a sigh of relief when Kallus is back shopping for the ingredients he needs for Zeb's favorite food, and their family gradually becomes something they can talk about - even bicker about - until they reach a consensus and agree to adopt their first child.

[spacepigfanclub]

Soooooo,,

I just made a discovery ... I think I opened the Pandora's Box

Yeah no, something within me definitely snapped

Now excuse me, as I'm now going ballistic over the chance of making mr. Cendamyr an actual sidekick and I don't know how much longer I can keep my composure at freaking MIDNIGHT

[yonpote]

i cant speak for the photo editing software, but i can for the painting and illustration ones ive used!

when i first got a tablet it came with photoshop elements, and as an illustrator i found it quite complicated (which is fair enough its made for photo editing)

i mostly used a pirated version of painttool sai, but i did recently pay for it cuz like, even tho i dont draw as much, sai was developed by one dude in japan so i might as well toss some money his way for all the years i used his program. also when i bought it, i believe the yen was pretty weak, so what i thought would cost $50USD ended up being like $35.

clip studio paint is the one that allll the artists are using nowadays, i had a pirated version on my old laptop and might buy the single purchase when im able to draw again :') it does have a subscription service to use on ipad, as well as paint pro vs ex which, idk all the different features cuz i didnt spend enough time with it before my laptop died. i think its like $50 for the single purchase BUT it goes on sale pretty often and my friend got it for like $25

procreate my fucking beloved forever and everrrrr its $10 forever, its really simple to use but also robust in features, i think theyre coming out with an animation version? and you can get a ton of brushes online for free or customize them all you want yourself. basically everything ive drawn on this blog has been thru procreate, it was a lifesaver when i couldnt afford a pc and its still my most used app.

before i knew how to pirate sai, i used firealpaca, completely free and very simple, GREAT for beginners to digital art, but personally i found it a little limiting. medibang is basically the same as firealpaca but its also on ios and android and features a cloud server so you can easily move between devices. it is littered with ads tho :\ but the free version works well enough for beginners

i know a lot of ppl rep for krita, but it just didnt work for me, i think cuz i was using it on my dads old macbook but im willing to try it out again, completely free and i think open source but dont quote me on that lol

other stuff on here ive used:

audacity, to make really shitty nightcore and chopped up edits of songs lol

garageband.... a lot of just messing around in garageband..... obv not for professional use but its fun to mess around in

opentoonz for like 5 minutes but i was very confused w it, but supposedly its been used by ppl working at studio ghibli

inkscape but im just generally shit at vector art

stuff ive heard good stuff abt but havent used myself:

gimp

affinity suite

davinci resolve

blender

ableton and flstudio for music

corel

tv paint and toonboom for animation

anyway just pirate photoshop you can prob find a tutorial somewhere

or use alternatives! heard good things about photopea, gimp is a classic

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[lbhslefttiddie]

youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower

from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way

[odetoscavengers]

The City's only native and extant protomammal, the burrick. Popular culture often places them as creatures of the Maw, although most scholars assert their place in natural evolution. Despite their reputation as a nuisance due to their habit of creating large caverns underneath property, burricks actually function as a keystone species and ecosystem engineer. They also act as effective pest management, managing populations of venomous spiders and craymen.

[majorblinks]

no one even talk to me

[ratatatastic]

"Is [Barkov] a normal dude? Meaning like—is he just like, you're having a cheeseburger some day and he's like 'Oh, no, no, no! I need this, I need the superfoods,' like is he kind-of... is he a normal guy?" "'Is that Wagyu or no?'" "'I need, you know, the best of the best,' Like how is he?" "He's undercover really funny, especially when you get to know him. I don't think he said much for the first 3 to 5 years. But I always joke with him I've never been invited to his house and we've played together for 10 years." "Dude, Brandon Montour said the same thing! We had him on last year! He's like, 'Dude, he's never had us over! We're always like—' But he doesn't live by all you guys, right? He kind-of lives a little further out?" "Yeah, he lives 20-30 minutes away in Boca [Raton.] But, yeah, no I—Listen, it's just his personality. It's who he is, and we respect him for it. Like I said, he's a really funny guy when you get to know him, and sometimes he's got those one-liners. And, you know, he's one of those perfect humans, right? You know, one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever, but—yeah, he's a good person."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

i hope this bit never ends if not for the fact that each time ekky has to say it he has to add another year to it which adds to the comedy of it all

"Hey, who's got the best setup on your team with the Panthers? When all the boys get together, 'We're going to your crib. We're gettin' on the jet skis,' whatever. Who's got the best setup?" "Yeah, um—Aaron [Ekblad]'s probably...I mean, Aaron's been there the longest. Hopefully, Barkov hears this! He's been there the longest, but he never invites the boys over to his house!" "Oh~ Barky!" "Is he cheap?" "I'm gonna call Barky out right now, and see if he can invite the whole team over next year..." "Is he cheap? Is he cheap? What is it?" "Will he do it?" "Oh, he's up in 9 East—obviously, like quiet, unbelievable guy, but he's the only up in Boca [Raton.] So I don't know if anybody wants to even drive up to Boca..." "Oh, Fancyland Zone..." "What do you mean? How far is that away from where you are? Like, and everybody else?" "Yeah, we're all in Ft. Lauderdale, Las Olas—within probably... you know some families are in Parkland by the arena, but we're all within probably 10 minutes away and he's up 30, 40 minutes away so."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.25.23 (x)

the boys ribbing sasha for living so far away and never inviting them to his house but still going btw hes amazing and incredible and perfect and sososo good we say this to tease him but like this is just who he is as a person and we accept that so please dont misconstrue this into something its not this is a joke and we dont take it to heart

and on that topic its really a shame that NA media doesnt know how fucking funny and how absolutely unserious he can be. I understand the notion of diligent no-nonsense captain is a prevalent idea (which he is lets make that clear he takes hockey so seriously) but especially since this season hes said hes cut down on weight so he could skate faster (and the results show) so i understand where the questions are coming from knowing the track record but also

we've won a cup and hes ramped it up its fantastic and this is one of my favourite examples of it of how quippy he can be

happy to talk about my cappy!!! happy to tease my cappy!!!

"and you know hes one of those perfect humans right? you know one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever but yeah he's a good person" do you also cry about how terribly fond and sincere ekky gets about sasha

[wiltkingart]

so what are some of your guys' favorite fucked up queer books/series?

[oldbutchdanielcraig]