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metranart · 3 months ago

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"She's the fuckin' blood running through my veins, the air filling my lungs-" Hawks admitted unashamedly, giving one last long lick to Dabi's twitching cock before standing on his feet, proudly. "She's irreplaceable to me and I came here to fuck HER…. Not the other way around…."

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Heavy! Dabi x Hawks, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader, sexual content

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 15)

Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

Yesterday's incident

A few days after the Nomu attack, everyone began to prepare for the sport’s festival, and between that, the classes and training, you felt more exhausted every day. Physically and mentally exhausted, so vulnerable and confused, unable to swallow the bitter pill of what had happened, it was a mix of emotions too complicated to deal with.

And the boy with the crimson stare who was constantly watching you without your knowledge, noticed it too.

"(Y/N), you didn't even try to dodge my last attack," Bakugo's body plopped down next to yours, unconcerned with how close he was, a viciously rough push bumping your shoulder to get your scarce attention. "Earth to (Y/N)."

You grinned tiredly, and returned the push as hard as you could, not even moving him.

"Is that the best you can do?" Bakugo teased with a growl, "I thought you called yourself a hero." He was as friendly as he could be, even so, witnessed your features darken.

The champagne-haired man clenched his jaw, dammit! His body tensed next to yours and a trace of guilt forced your mouth to open, but you were silenced from whatever you were going to say by Bakugo's soft fingers suddenly pressing against your lips.

"Let me start," he asked, and you waited, his thumb caressing your bottom lip with a tenderness almost alien for someone like him and a long sigh, followed. "I know what it feels like to feel vulnerable and incompetent-"

"Jeez, thanks man-"

"Zip it, I’m not done," his fingers squeezed your lobe as he usually did when he wanted to be serious with you, you had a secret language since pups, so, immediately fell silent. "What I mean is, I've been attacked and unable to defend myself twice already," your breath caught in your lungs, it was true. The first time he was saved by All Might and the second time by you and your classmates, "...I know how you feel after the Nomu's attack," his hand slid like a snake that coiled between your fingers, making your heart rant pleasantly, not scared and confused like some other Hero did, "...I know how you feel, that powerlessness that makes you rage inside and leaves you exhausted," every word was hitting home, only it wasn't the Nomu you resented, "you have to let it out somehow, shortie...” you loved his nickname for you, a simple mock of how massive he was compare to you, “or you're going to go crazy," he smirked gloomy, "trust me, I know. It's a nasty thing."

"What does ‘King Explosion Murder’ suggest to letting it out?" Your attempt to tease him worked.

Bakugo chuckled low before set to think, for a moment, "I train non-stop, but I know your quirk isn't the fighting type-"

"For me, training non-stop would be making out with every living boy I can get my hands on," you shared bitterly amused, your brow furrowing at your few options.

"Or-" his fingers played around yours and something in the air thickened, "…... just kiss me."

You couldn't hide the growing blush on your cheeks quickly enough, one very similar to what your best friend sported. Bakugo cleared his throat. "We've been intimate before, we've kissed,"

"Only when drunk-"

Bakugo shrugged. "You gave me head once after training." He reminded you without the slightest care at been surrounded by your classmates.

"Keep it down, Kat. That was more than three months ago-"

"-I returned the favor almost immediately." He licked his lips, knowing you were watching, and you looked away so fast, your neck cracked.

"Bakugo, cut it out, someone is going to hear." You muttered low.

The explosion boy just shrugged again, uncaringly, highly amused by all the range of emotions he could muster out of you by mere teasing. He just hated when you were gloomy.

"Let them know that I ate you-"

Your hand slapped at his mouth to silence him. "You have no filter, silly boy." You scolded him goodheartedly and felt him smile under your palm. His tongue coming out to lick you, just for the fun of the fireworks he knew he’d unleash inside you. Your skin bristled and you released him as if his wet tongue, burned you.

"If you want, we can," he offered again, watching closely how you cleaned your palm on your uniform sweatpants. Cheeks showing that he was embarrassed but his eyes showing the contrary, shining with implacable determination. "Just say the word, and I'll be your boy toy."

It was your time to giggle, openly laughing at the term; it was the last term you would expect to come out of his brash mouth.

You stayed silent, and for the first time since he started talking, he felt nervous. Were you going to reject him? Would he be able to handle it? ...was there anyone else? Bakugo refused to find out.

"It's for training purposes, (Y/N)," he added, sensing your refusal, pushing for his secret agenda. He just needed time alone with you, not as friends, so that you could see him in another more favorable and less innocent light, "Don’t duel too much about the implications, you have to improve your Quirk control. Who better than me as a test subject?"

Your lips pursed.

"I'm discreet," you raised an accusing eyebrow, "when I want to be."

"We've known each other for a long time," he continued to push as discreetly as his desperation to have you would allow, "not to mention that I have excellent tongue play, you are fervent proof of that." He showed off, sticking out his long, fat tongue and moving it up and down, imitating his latest exploits on your more intimate parts.

You buried your elbow in his ribs this time, hard and he chuckled.

"I know, what you fear but it won’t happen,” sometimes you forget that he could read your mind, “our friendship is indomitable," he stated suddenly, proud of his fancy use of pompous vocabulary.

“Indomitable, huh?... Pride and Prejudice?” Bakugo sneered a snicker. You, being the only other creature alive who knew his embarrassing and well-hidden, weakness, for period novels.

“Wuthering Heights. You, illiterate monkey.” Your giggle tasted wonderful to him and seeing his opening, took advantage of the fact that Deku had just broken a training machine, and everyone was distracted by it.

"Let’s give it a try."

“And, if doesn’t work?”

Without warning, Bakugo yanked you by the collar of your uniform, dragging your whole body to his without even breaking a sweat, to whisper against your lips. “Then, we give it another try.”

His minty lips smashed yours, and your breath caught in your breast while being crushed against the strong pecs of your best friend, his massive frame devouring your petite one. His hand with a mind of its own circled your lower back, sliding around your waist to end up sitting you on his lap, where his two hands gave itself the task of manipulate your head at will, bending you a little to submerge his tongue better, now a little to the other side to suck and nibble at your lips, he wanted to hear you moan, he wanted you to do it for him... he wanted-

A crack was heard, viciously loud as a gym window exploded like a grenade.

Bakugo abandoned the sweet and addictive taste of your lips to cover you with his body and protect you from the rain of sharp glass. Good luck to everyone, it was just the impact of the noise since the rain of shrapnel didn't hurt anyone. Not even you, who were the closest.

"Are you guys, okay?" Deku appeared next to you in seconds, searching with his eyes for injuries.

"We're fine, nerd." Bakugo replied, gruffly. Damn timing! when everything was going so well. Izuku offered you his hand to pull you up and Bakugo could only growl at how frustrated he felt, he was seeing red.

"What the hell was that?!"

The kind green-haired boy shook off the remains of glass he could find off of you, and you quickly found yourselves surrounded by all of your worried classmates.

Professor Aizawa immediately sent everyone to the classroom…. and Hawks couldn’t feel more pleased.

The ever-watching, winged Hero’s aim as perfect as ever. He even managed to break the shield of the UA Academy from the outside, which was a huge red alert but for now, it served a purpose. The blonde’s lips pull into a nasty snarl, if anyone saw him at that moment, they would swear that he was a villain and not the number two hero of the country.

He had felt sorely tempted to barge in and pummel down that Bakugo with his own fists until he was nothing more than a disgusting, bloody pulp of meddling asshole.... but he had promised you a month, and a month he would give you.

“Enjoy your month, baby bird.” He phrased in repressed wrath. “Things are going to change big time, after.”

Dabi couldn't stop laughing and cackling at Hawks, and how offended he looked as he almost ripped off his own Hero costume, his mouth ranting about some boy - apparently a friend of yours - who had the audacity to kiss you... Dabi loved the hypocrisy that his oldest acquaintance could show so carelessly. Hadn't he, himself raped you not less than a week ago without the slightest cordiality or permission? He still treasured that naughty set of photos. This bird was undoubtedly a born narcissist and a real, drama queen.

“Calm the fuck down, birdie.” Dabi suggested, airily, lazily passing his shirt over his head, “What did you expect? The girl hates you-”

“Nah-ha!” Hawks complained, shaking his head brazenly, his hand yanking sharply on the arsonist's belt to get him naked quicker, desperation clear in every pull. “My mate doesn’t hate me,” he stated in pent-up frustration, “…she’s just young—”

“—Too young if you ask me.”

Dabi let himself be bossed around, his belt slipping like a whip from his pants, his boxers pooled around his ankles next, the blonde already on his knees in front of him.

“I didn’t.” Keigo replied, tasting the shin of sweet from Dabi’s hardened cock. Wet tongue licking a fat stripe from his balls, up through the glorious shaft to then envelop the mushroom head in between his lips, kissing and lightly nipping the sensitive tip with noisy, lewd sounds.

“Fuck-birdie!” Dabi growled low in his throat, jauntily. The smallest of smirks twisting his scarred lips, his hands burying in the golden locks of his occasional lover, “Ho—fuck, like that.”

Takami Keigo smirked against the swollen piece of pierced, palpitating meat on his lips, eyes shut tight while he repeated the motion over and over again, teasing and enticing his receptor to the point of almost a sexual assault.

“Sit on it.” came that dark, gritted baritone through ragged breaths, losing all sense of composure and frankly loving it, shoving Hawks handsome face against his pubic hair forcing him to swallow him whole in one gulp.

Keigo didn't even resist, the tip of Dabi's cock bottoming down to the back of his tight throat as if it were putting on a glove.

No gag reflex, no struggling from the doting Hero who didn't even get teary-eyed, he was a true professional. After doing it more than he liked to admit, his throat, no doubt, had already been well trained to withstand the brutal thrusts of his oldest, inclement friend.

"Sit on it?" Hawks repeated amused, releasing his lips from the shaft with a smear of saliva and a wet pop.

His smut features got Dabi smirking just a little, his pierced tongue peeking out to wet dried lips as he slowly panted. The fire-bender cocked his head down, playfully.

“Worried you loved it so much that you'll forget about your mate?”

Keigo snorted loud, this time chuckling, blatantly. “You? replacing my mate?" he snickered darkly, "Nah—”

Dabi's thin eyebrows raised, quizzically.

"She's the fuckin' blood running through my veins, the air filling my lungs-" The birdman admitted unashamedly, giving one last long lick to Dabi's twitching cock before standing on his feet, proudly. "She's irreplaceable to me and I came here to fuck HER…. Not the other way around…."

The blond motioned his finger in circles, indicating Dabi to turn around and take it like a good, little cumdump. Just a warm replacement for the Pro Hero to play make-believe while that long month passes, and he is welcomed into your warm embrace again.

Dabi found himself pleasantly surprised by this Hawks, had been a while since someone put him in his place. This promised to be fun.

"Why don't you make me, Number Two Hero of the Country?" The black-haired teased, and Hawks turned methodical.

Roughly yanking the Todoroki who, even putting up some playful resistance, ended up face first against the mattress, his bare butt being lifted into the air by merciless hands, spread like a whore for his tight ring of flesh to be presented and soon eaten by the nation's Golden Boy before being destroyed by his monstrous cock.

"You are going to shut the fuck up," Hawks ordered between twirls of his tongue, "and you are going to let me blow my load inside you," his voice sounded beyond aroused, a breathless snarl. "I don't want to see your fuckin' face while I imagine that you are HER, got it?"

COMING SOON PART 16....

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 2 months ago

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I make four Milf Models on the list (and a Fifth on in Shiranui) and then I go and find Six more 'Mature' Gems! Dammit...

Anyways let me introduce the Six new candidates.

1.) Cattleya (Queen's Blade)

Not gonna like, I know noithing besides that she has huge tits, glasses and is a blacksmith with hella muscle... That is more then enough! I would make her son and Jaune friends, and Cattleya is the only woman the Arc trust to forge their weapons and upkeep them. Her son Rana is one of the only people Jaune trust around his sisters.

2.) Kie Kamado (Demon Slayer)

So truth be told, I have not watched Demon Slayer... And this woman and her four dead kids are why! Like THE FUQ!? Jesus man this crap broke my heart, I... I just moved right along to happy anime cuz that shit makes me sad as fuck... So yeah they would live in Ansel, and she would be Juniper's best friend and one of the very few women he can understand the sheer difficulties of raising a small team of children. But worst, because she has to do it alone... Then Grimm attack, and while everyone else is trying to protect their own. Little Jaune rushes to help his best friend Tanjiro and his siblings! Auraless and with only his families sword in hand that he can barely wield the two boys actually manage to kill a Beowulf and proceed to get them to the safety of the Arc House.

3.) Shizu Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!!! Seriously this woman somehow had a worst death then Kie! SHE ATE HER KIDS!!! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!!! OH! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT SHE WAS GETTEN BEATEN BY HER HUSBAND!!! God Dammit, at this point I'm starting to think it's a good thing pig boy was raised by boars. If his mom had been with him instead of abandoning him in thew woods (I assume) she'd probably be dead too! Much less lightening whiney bitch I swear don't give him a tragic backstory too! I do not want to like him... As for shizu, Imma play the Cardin card, and say the two older brothers are bullies in Ansel. Lashing out at others because of their abusive father and of course Jaune is a very ripe target, the envy of the pair because of his kind strong father. Jaune is mad, but after talking to his sisters he decides to invite the boys over to dinner, and try to be friends, after all like his mom says, friends are just strangers you haven't met yet. And besides... Their like him and Tanjiro, he heard they have a lot of siblings too. They should make a club together! It is as little Jaune is having these thoughts that he stumbles upon it... then father beating them, them and their poor mom! And much like with the Ursa Jaune rushes in. And gets beaten within a inch of his life, but doesn't stop, grabbing forks, spoons anything he can get his hands on... Telling them to run, to get his dad. Papa Arc does come forward and what he finds is his son, bloody, beaten barely able to stand, but standing he is, and protecting the poor lady with a broken leg from her evil husband... And then the man is gone, his head taken, the Arc Patriarch not hesitating for even a second.

4.) Ruka Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

'It is the obligation of those born strong to defend the weak. Don't ever forget that..'

That Fucking Line! That Fucking Line Right There Makes Her Hotter Then The Other Two! Oh and what do you know, another piece of shit husband!

Okay, so I get he only turned piece of shit cuz she died bu-NO! You Know what, Fuck that Your Son Died Cuz You Couldn't Step Up And Live Up To Your Wives Words! Fuck You!!! That Drunk Bastard Insulted her memory and made her have to suffer meeting her son FAR TOO EARLY!!!

There is no way this woman doesn't hate her husband from beyond the grave! So here what would happen, Shinjuro would snap earlier then like when his wife is first diagnosed with the disease. At first he tries to stay strong but then begins to drink, then gets pissed when told nothing can be done!

And then in his denial he tries to force them to leave to Atlas, to hopefully find a cure or way to treat her... But Ruka refuses, Ansel needs them, negativity has been on the rise and Grimm have shown up more often. So he begins to drink and rant, and rave and Ruka watches her husband betray both himself and her faith in him.

And then he leaves, taking her with him one night, in desperation kidnapping his own wife against her will, her body far too weak to resist to take her to Atlas forcibly if needed. He uses a favor Papa and Mama Arc owe him to watch his kids while he's gone (Lying and saying he convinced Ruka)

And it is as he was gone that Ansel was attacked, his sons forced to fight, children like them, Jaune, little Tanjiro and the Shinazugawa brothers barely managing to take his place, but not without injury.

When he returns, he isn't met with scorn, nor blame... Not from anyone, except his wife! Ruka will not forgive him, and would rather die alone then married to him... He leaves, bitter angry but knowing she was right. And it was as this was happening that her son brings Jaune to her, the boy noticing several cuts and bruises she'd received from her forceful travels... He reaches out, and uses the power he discovered while the held off the Grimm.

The power that let mere kids like them fight and barely make up the difference her Ex-Husbands absence... His Semblance, Aura Amplification, every doctor had told her her disease wasn't treatable because her body simply lacked the strength to fight it, her immune system was too too compromised and her body too fragile by that point to maintain.

But Jaune's power, it's strength was one of a nature to empower others, to share with them his strength, his vigor, his will and soul, and Jaune wouldn't stop sharing his strength until it was enough to save her!

It was the logic of a simply youth, if he could kill monsters as big as Grimm, he refused to let small ones so tiny and weak take one of his friends moms! The same woman who told him he could be a huntsman! No! That said it was his duty to be one! Well What Kinda Huntsman Couldn't Save a mother!

5.) Rinko Iori (Gundam... Apparently -///-)

I...I did not know she was from a anime... I firmly thought she was a hentai mom... But no, apparently she is from Gundam. Well, I think I've said enough and these pictures hopefully speak for themselves...

I'd say she is a Argus mom, and helped Saphron and Terra navigate raising their first kid.

6.) Mirelia Q Melromarc

She Is A Queen! (Literally!) but no... Like seriously she is best girl, she showed up and everything, oh everything just turned pure euphoria for me. And God Damn She hated her husband! I wish they went more in on how thoroughly pissed she was in the anime like they did in the light novel.

Seriously a fucked up daughter and husband... just... Fuck man, and seriously FUCK BITCH For What She did! (If you read the Web Novel you know what I'm talking about) And fuck Trash too! Y'know it was so he could have a redemption Arc.

Fuck that, as far as I'm concerned those two need death like I need air. Naofumi is her (Only) daughter's fiancée. Which means she's in need of a new consort, a noble, strong, kind one who has a sharp wit.

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romana-after-dark · 1 year ago

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Room's on Fire: Pilot

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: The Delta is a commune in the middle of nowhere established by Santiago's mother. Since Divine Mother's passing in a rebellion a decade ago, Santiago, known as The Pope, and his half-God brethren Francisco, Benjamin and William have ran the commune. Now it is time for them to take a collective bride to breed, to bring the savior into the world.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

"Come on home, girl, he said with a smile You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand That I'm a magic man." ~Magic Man, Heart.

"God dammit Benjamin, what the hell is wrong with you!”

Will smacked Ben upside the head as Frankie chided him.

Ben tried to defend himself. “Hey! You guys act like you don’t sleep with ‘em too, why are you blaming me?”

“You’re fucking a new woman every goddamn week, you have no fucking class, we’re not even supposed to be sleeping with these women,-”

Santiago’s voice, strong and comanding, broke through the bickering. “Gentlemen, please, this is not becoming behavior for Gods.”

With their leader’s command, the other three settled down, Frankie’s eyes casting away. “Sorry, Pope.”

Pushing himself off from the wall he had been leaning against, Santiago walked toward the group. “That can’t be all the options. There’s no way Benny’s made his way through every of age virgin in our compound, we have over 5 thousand people here.”

The men thought through the women they knew, the various families at the massive compound who could accomplish their task. She couldn’t just be a virgin, that was the thing.

They needed their Madonna.

Before her death, Santiago’s mother informed their group that the prophecy would not be fulfilled through Santiago, that he was not the promised savior. Instead, he was destined to lead after her passing and that Santiago, Francisco, William and Benjamin were all demi-Gods. This was a step up for the Millers and Francisco, who had spend their youths in the privileged position of foster brothers to Santiago and living under The Divine Mother’s roof and direct guidance. To Santiago, however, this was a humiliating demotion.

His childhood was never one of whimsy, growing up told that he was a God, that he was the second coming, that he was the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned… All that changed in his pre-teens. Suddenly, his mother was less pleased with him. His divinity was constantly dangled above his head. When his 20’s came and he failed to be what his mother wanted, she stripped him of his full God-hood.

So why, pray tell, were him and his fellow leaders and brethren searching for a virgin? Since Santiago had failed, they needed to father a new child. A new savior. Divine Mother’s instructions were clear; they were all to wed and breed a virgin from their compound. She was to live in their home as their wife for them to use not only whenever they wanted, but whenever they could. A sacred duty to be fruitful and multiple. It didn’t matter whose child grew in her, as long as there was a child. The world would be saved, and Santiago would earn his mothers favor from the heavens.

So, she couldn’t just be anyone. She needed to be a virgin, pure and holy. She needed to be beautiful, strong, faithful to their ways, faithful to the Divine Mother, faithful to the Pope, William, Benjamin, and Francisco.

“What about Marcus’s kid?’ Will asked, breaking their silence, causing everyone to turn to him.

Frank frowned. “You think the daughter of a traitor is the best option for the Madonna?” The sarcasm was clear. He didn’t like this plan as it was. He didn’t want strangers in their home, breaching security, putting his brothers at risk.

“That might actually be the solution to the problem.” He waited until Pope gestured for him to go on, not immediately shutting it down.

“The rebellion was when she was 12, the interrogations found she had no knowledge of her father’s plans. Ever since, she has been isolated. Lydia says she has caused no problems in the women’s home, been obedient but has no friends, no connections.”

“So you think she’s intact?”

“Santi, I doubt she’d had her first kiss.”

Since the rebellion 10 years ago, Will has set up measures to identify problems before they become something like that, and that meant keeping tabs on people. Single women lived in a few group homes throughout the compound. Each home had prefects that reported to house mothers, and house mothers that reported to Will. Anyone that was of any concern, Will checked in on, that included daughters of rebels.

“And she danced at the fire?” Pope asked, arms still crossed but listening.

Will nodded. “She did. No signs of disloyalty.”

Muttering, Frankie asked Ben if he’d slept with her in recent years.

He shook his head. “Nope. Forgot she existed.”

Frankie watched as Pope thought things through, his mouth shifting. Frankie asked, “How are the other viable women going to take it if the daughter of a traitor is chosen above them?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ben said, defensive of Pope. His loyalty to Santiago went above everything. “If she’s the right person, she’s chosen divinely.”

Santiago held up a hand, stopping another argument. “A redemption. She has the option to purify herself from the sins of her father through the pain of childbirth.”

“Biblical precedent…” Will murmured in agreement.

“And if she fails to produce a child, then we can say we were deceived-”

“Like Eve deceived Adam. Damn, Pope, I think it’s a winner.”

Santiago smiled at his fellow leader, clasping his hands together. “Alright, let’s go visit her, make sure she’s suitable.”

You were dead. It was over. Lydia had cleared all the other women out of the dormitory room and told you that the Pope and the other divine leaders would be coming to speak privately to you and you assumed that you had slipped up somehow and it was the end for you. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done. You never ever spoke badly about anyone, none the less your beloved leaders! You adored them all, worshipped them as they deserved, as you had Divine Mother…

Had they decided you were too much of a liability after what your father had done? How was that possible, it had been a decade… why now…

You gasp. Fransisco… he was clairvoyant… had he seen into your dream? Had he seen what you saw oh-so often, the dreams that forced you awake crying?

You prepared yourself to grovel, to beg for mercy, to plead that these dreams of fire were not what you wanted, that they tormented you. Would you forever be labeled a traitor for what your father had done? Hadn’t you proved your loyalty to The Delta?

The door opened and you dropped to your knees, silent until spoken too. You can hear Benjamin whisper a damn. The floor creaks in front of where you knelt, arms prostrated out and for a moment, everything stood still. Warm hands were on your chin, guiding you up to see him.

He was so much more stunning up close. You’d heard tales from other girls of the men, of the way they bedded them, how it was glorious, the most holy form of worship to allow them inside you… You had taken note that you had not been allowed that honor, you had accepted it as the punishment for the sins of your birth, you never thought you’d be worthy of close contact, but right now… Pope was touching your face, your chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes were so close to yours, his plump lips keep a soft smile. “Do not be afraid, darling girl. If we are correct, you may outshine us all.”

“But it is, of course, your choice.”

Your choice…

This phrase was preceded by the reminder that if you said no, there would be no savior.

There was no choice.

“I am a servant to my lords.”

Santiago smiled at that. “Excellent. Now, let’s begin the inspection.”

The what?

“Oh… is it… I swear I am a virgin, I’ve never been touched-”

“I know.” Francisco said. Oh, right. Clairvoyant. “We need to make sure you’re… healthy.”

“Oh. Yes, of course then.”

Francisco undressed you, his calm demeanor and soothing touch eased you as he slowly stripped you of your clothing. He pulled the loose shirt over your body as you raised your hands, the pail bra underneath had a lot of coverage (everything was meant to be practical) but you still felt exposed.

“Just down to her underwear, Francisco.” Will instructed as he watched. Will was a healer, that was his gift.

Francisco pulled down your pants slowly, and you feel eyes scaling you.

“Strip her down fully, Frank.” Ben tells Francisco, and you jolt when you feel his hands on the bare skin on your hips.

Francisco sighs, but Will puts his foot down. “She doesn’t need to be naked, this is invasive enough as it is”

Ben gave a short laugh. “More invasive than fucking her.”

“BEN!” All three of them shouted, discomfort and fears coursing through your body.

“Pope, she’s shaking.” Francisco asserts with his hands on your shoulders and you watch Pope give Ben a look.

“You behave, your brother knows what he’s doing.” He turns to Will, jerking his head at you. “Handle it.”

Will approaches you, his hands on your face. He holds you different than Pope, more firm, more all-encompassing. Will’s hands were larger, and he placed them at the side of your head, like he was holding you together. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s like a medical examination, okay?”

You nod within his grasp. “Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Good girl. I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.”

You did. You’d follow him anywhere if he spoke like that. His hands move down your neck, slowly over your shoulders and down your arms, sending a chill through your body. He squeezed your hands. “Doing so good princess. Gonna check your backside now, can you straighten up for me?” You square your shoulders as he walks around, towering over you. You lock eyes with Ben; he looks hungry, like he’s ready to pounce but smiling at you with his boyish charm you can’t help wonder what that pounce would feel like. Ben had slept with almost every girl in your dormitory, and you’d been privy to all kinds of colorful descriptions as you overheard girls talking. Not to you. Never to you.

Will rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to aid the warmth before placing his fingertips at the top-most part of your back. Slowly, he dragged 8 fingers down, applying pressure, sending a tingling down your spine as his fingers traced it. “Excellent posture, just need to check a few things.” His hands went back up, fingers bracing at your sides as his thumbs searched certain spots, rubbing over aching parts of you with pressure, but not pain.

“Got a few knots.” Will comment’s, and you turn slight back towards him, suddenly scared.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no. Nothing to worry about. Just means you’re stressed. It hurt there sometimes?”

He continued massaging you, your next words coming out with a moan. “Yeah.”

“I know it does, sweet girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you take care of that. You will be my wife, after all.”

The thought brings a small smile to your face. The smile falters when his hands wrap around your front, William’s body pressed up against your back. His hands are pressing into your stomach, making their way up until he cups your breast, a small groan escaping his mouth that had somehow found its way into your hair.

“She likes that.” You here Ben say, drawing your attention, his grin made you swell with pride. You’d spoken with him before; Benjamin knew all the women. Still, he never chose you to bed and you had thought you weren’t appealing but now, now you see it. Now, as Ben began to touch himself over his pants as he watched his brother examine your body, you realize you were meant for a higher purpose. You were being saved, protected, put on a pedestal for this moment, to be the mother of their child, to be their Madonna.

Will continued him ministrations, soft grunts as he ground his hips into your ass. You can se his eyes are locked in with Pope. Pope, is watching the scene with hooded eyes and parted lips. With a soft but powerful moan, Will stilled behind you, panting a soft kiss on your neck before his fingertips trails your panty line. “Now, for the vaginal exam.”

All the pleasure you felt stops, your body freezing up again. “B-but, you said I wouldn’t-”

William turned you around to face him. “I have to check out your privates, gotta make sure you’re safe. It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry. We’ll face away.” He knelt down.

You were acutely aware your ass was still out for the other men when you heard Ben groan when your underwear is pulled down, the distinct sound of him summoning Francisco, who had been quiet so far, and the unzipping of pants.

“Goddamn…” He says, notching your legs so they spread and lifting one foot so it is resting on his bent knee. He touched your sensitive skin. “Pope, you gotta see this… the girls wet.”

“But-” I wanted to protest that he had said it would only be him, but there was no point. Soon, you’d be married, and they be able to have you as much as they wanted.

“Holy shit, she’s dripping…” Pope marvels as the slick running down your thighs.

Will continues prodding at you, fingers running through your glistening folds. In the background was a sound you couldn’t quiet pinpoint, and something that sounded like kissing, but who would be kissing? There was only Ben and Francisco there. Will dips his finger slightly inside your hole, making you gasp.

“Careful.” Pope warned. “She needs to stay intact.”

“I know.” Will groans. “But she’s so fucking tight, Pope.”

A muffled but strong groan behind you, and Pope looks like he’s about to fall apart when he pulls away.

“William, Franisco, Ben. Go to Lydia, tell her the wedding will be at her next ovulation.”

The men reluctantly made their exit leaving Pope alone in the room with you. He pulled up your underwear and pants before helping you back into your shirt. “You are perfect.” He grabbed your face again, pinching your chin and guiding you to look up at him. “Pack only personal items. You’ll have new clothing, everything will be taken care of. From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.”

He leans in and you open your mouth to him, beautifully alluring, gifting him your first kiss and the spark was ignited. He was everything now.

“My Madonna.”

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nattyswann · 1 year ago

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I’m not that bad. Am I?

Parings: sub!reader x dom!ace

Warnings: not really any warnings because most of this is just bickering between Ace and y/n but there is a bit of smut at the end!

Summary: if there was one thing you absolutely despised, it was pirates. You’ve encountered a few of them and they all were horrible people. Well…except the most recent one you’ve met..

• You can still remember the first time you met him. You hated his guts. Couldn’t stand the way he carried himself and how sweet he was to everyone around him. Well..the truth is you only really hated him cause you knew he was a pirate.

• “Can you guys believe it?! Firefist Ace is in the center of town, fighting a group of bandits!” Now, this you had to see. You followed the group of people. When you finally pushed your way through the large crowd, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Ace was putting those bandits on their asses. He used his crazy devil fruit power to handle them like they were ants. “Are you ready to admit it?”

• The leader of the bandit crew got up but he seemed like he was in rough shape after going a few rounds with Ace. “Screw you!” The bandit yelled out before charging at Ace. “Come on. Have you learned nothing!” Ace yelled back as he sent a Firefist straight at the wicked man. “All I needed you to do was admit that you tried to steal this young lady’s coin bag. This all could have been avoided.” Ace blew the tiny flame from his pointer finger as if it were a gun he just fired.

• The residents of your town cheered for Ace while he tried to make his exit less heroic as possible. “Please.” He held a hand up as he scratched the back of his head. “No need to thank me.” The townspeople continued their joyous cheers and applause. Ace hated this part of saving people. The part where they all surround him to offer him gifts to show their thanks. Ace just wanted to be a good guy and then go on his way.

• Ace got through the people and tried to waved them off but as soon as he turned around, there was a second large group of people. Now this was the part that he LOVED. The part where all the young ladies of the town came to thank him. “That was so heroic! Thank you for saving me.” The woman he defended rubbed his arm as she thanked him. “You are so strong. Where are you from?” Another woman asked while she stroked his long hair. You watched as the women fell head over heals for him. You weren’t like them though. Cause you knew his secret.

• When Ace finally got away from the village and out of sight from everyone he pulled out his log post. “Dammit. How much longer is this gonna take. I can’t stay on this island anymore. I need to set sail.” Just then another young woman approached him. That young woman being you. “Set sail?”

• Ace jumped up when he heard the voice of a woman behind him. He quickly shoved the log post back in his bag and looked over his shoulder to face you. “Oh, hey there.” He flashed you a smile. “What are you doing so far away from your town? Won’t they be upset if your wandering alone?” You didn’t respond as you just glared at him. You didn’t like him and wasn’t gonna fall for his charms like all the other townspeople and helpless damsels. “I know what you are.” You crossed your arms. “You’re a pirate. No better than the dirt on the bottom of my shoe.”

• “Oh? That’s really what you think?” “Yep. Im not sure why you’re even here.” Ace scoffed and his smile quickly went away. “Someone’s daddy raised them with a complex.” You furrowed your eyebrows at his statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” “It means that you think you’re better than me just because I’m a pirate.” Ace put his backpack on and strutted past you to start walking back towards the village. “Where do you think you’re going?”

• “Dont worry about me so much. Im just a lowly pirate after all.”

• Ohhh this guy was grinding your gears. You didn’t wanna allow him to just walk back into town but who were you to try to stop a crazy pirate. He could snap and attack a girl like you. If only you really knew what ace was thinking. He was never gonna hurt you. He would never hurt a women. He actually liked you. Thought you were really pretty.

• A few hours later and nightfall had come. Ace needed a place to settle for the night before he can take off tomorrow morning. He keeps walking throughout the town, in hopes of finding a sign that is welcoming a overnight stay. When he finally arrived at a building that had a sign that said one night there was only 40 berries, he couldn’t pass up that deal. Upon walking in, he got greeted by two women and he gave them a smile before bowing. When he lifted his head, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the face he was seeing. It was you! It was the pretty chick who was all mad at him earlier. Who woulda guessed that her parents owned this inn? Small village, huh?

• Once Ace got his room he began to settle in before hearing a light knock on his door. When he opened it, another smile creeped on his face. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” He said as he leaned on the doorway. “I don’t wanna meet you at all. In any circumstance.” He gave you a confused look while he tilted his head. “Yet…you came to my door..”

• “I work here. I still have a job to do.” You then forced a smile back at him. “Could I get you anything else before you turn in for the night? A glass of water or a snack before bed, perhaps?” You said through your gritted teeth. You couldn’t believe that you had to do this. If anything, you wanted to punch him in his face and curse him out for tricking your parents like their fools. “Mhhh.” He put his finger on his chin as if he were actually thinking. “I could use some company tonight. It gets lonely on the seas. So I haven’t spend the night with a women in a long time.”

• That was it. The last straw that made you snap. You took your hand and slapped it across his face. Ace was clearly caught off guard for a moment but he remained nice and let his smile return to his face. “You’re strong..” The man put a hand over the spot you slapped before continuing. “but I think you misunderstood me. I only want someone to talk too. Nothing more, I promise.”

• You scoffed but then thought about it. This was actually perfect. All you had to do was give him a few minutes of your time and then you ask him for a favor. That favor being to stay away and never return back here. “If I talk with you then you have to promise me that you will pack up and leave by the morning.” You said as you stomped your foot. “So if I promise to leave by the morning, you will stay here and keep me company?” You nodded your head and awaited his answer.

• “Deal.” He opened the door more for you to come inside. “Come in. Let’s talk.”

• You both sat and talked for about ten minutes until ace managed to slip in a compliment that caught you way off guard. You tried to hide the sudden blush that appeared on your face but Ace caught a peak of it.

• “I see ya’ blushing over there.” You hid your face and turned away from the man. “Barely! You must think I’m easy.” “Not at all, hun. I just think you’re really beautiful when you get all shy like that.” He put his elbow on the armrest of the car he sat in and leaned on his the palm of his hand while staring at you. “I also think you’re beautiful when you get all mad at me.”

• You guys sat for longer and just talked and talked about various different things. “This was nice. I surprisingly enjoyed this talk.” You quietly said. “I have been quite lonely and don’t really find much people to talk to besides my parents and the occasional fling. So thank you.” The tension in the room had started heating up way faster than you had expected. For some reason you had started to feel attraction for this pirate. When talking wasn’t enough to smooth the loneliness in each other’s hearts, Ace took it a step further and put a hand on your thigh. “Just know that you don’t have to be lonely all the time.”

• When you felt him reach your skin, you jumped a bit but let him rest his hand there. He was sort of right. You hated sleeping in an empty bed at night. So maybe tonight you didn’t HAVE to be alone. Needless to say, one thing led to another and now he has you right where he wanted you. In his bed with his hands roaming your body. “I can’t believe I’m letting this happen.” You grunted. Ace immediately paused and leaned up. “If you don’t want too then that’s fine. You can leave and I wont follow.” He put his hands up and gave you an opportunity to dip if you changed your mind. When you remained in the bed, Ace smirked and kissed you on the lips. “I knew you wanted me.”

• “Shh. Don’t be too loud, baby.” Fast forward a few minutes later, here Ace was - whispering in your ear while he rocked his hips into yours. “Your mother and father are just on the other side of this wall, aren’t they? What would happen if they found out their innocent daughter were gettting fucked by a pirate?” You wanted to hate him so badly but the way he was abusing your hole felt too euphoric. How could you betray yourself and let a pirate like him smooth talk his way between your legs.

• “Aghh!” You groaned out before ace could quickly put a hand over your mouth. “This isn’t working. I need you to be more silent for me or else we’ll get caught.” You reached up to remove ace’s hand from your face. “I can’t, Ace..it’s too much.” Your sentences came out all moany and broken but the way you said his name got Ace all riled up.

• “Really?” You could feel his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. “I could have swore I was no more than a dirty pirate to you. Now, you wanna moan my name?”

• You shook your head and tried to suck up your tears, not wanting Ace to see you crying from pleasure. “Stop it. It’s not like I like you or anything! I just..” you tried to think of how to word it to where he won’t get his ego fed. “I just wanted someone to make me feel good. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, Ace.”

• Ugh. Why would you tell him that. Out of all the other ways you could have worded that. Ace giggled and kissed you sloppily on the neck. “I bet you haven’t. You’ve never been fucked by a pirate before. I’m glad I’m your first one.”

• “Don’t get cocky. It’s not like you have my virginity.” “Don’t need it.” Ace took his hands and started fondling your tits while ever so often, suckling on your sensitive nipples. “I’m just glad I got to have you in general. You’re such a prize, babe.” The pirate didn’t let up on his fast strokes into your womb. He was minutes away from bursting inside but he needed to wait until you came for him. Ace had to make sure he exceeded your standards and make sure you change your mind about pirates.

• “Mmhh! Ace I’m c-cumming!” You wrapped your arms around his back to hold him closer. “Feels so good!” When Ace felt your pussy squeeze him and squirt on his cock, he had to pull out before he accidentally let himself go inside you. “Come on. Finish cumming on my cock so I can cum too. I’m almost there!”

• “Not inside!” Ace shushed you. “I know babygirl. Just let me take care of you.” He said as he swiftly pulled out and started stroking himself to finish on your body, painting your stomach in his white liquid. “See? Your pirate boy knows exactly what you want.”

• When you felt the bed shift and caught Ace standing up, you whined. “What are you doing?” He turned to you and giggled at your cute voice and expression. “Well we had a deal. Didn’t we?” He started putting his clothes on. “You told me to hit the road right after.” He looked back over at you and hated seeing the upset look you had. “Unless…you would rather I stay..?” “I mean..you did pay for a full night..it would be a waste of berries.”

• He threw his clothes back on the ground and hopped back in the bed with you. “Ah. So you actually like this little pirate?” You chuckled and covered your blush. “N-No! I just…think I judged you a bit too harshly..” you felt embarrassed to say it but you were wrong. Maybe not ALL pirates are bad..

#one piece smut #portgas d ace smut #ace x reader #ace smut #smut

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jiminniethemarshmallow · 1 year ago

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Bragging Rights (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut

Word count: ~9k

Summary: Jimin and Jungkook are your best friends, which means they trust you to judge all of their stupid little contests. It just so happens that their contest this time is to see who is better at sex. And you’re the neutral party.

Warnings: Pwp, Threesome (No Jimin x Jk), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, slight dom!Jk and dom!Jimin, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), penetrative sex, creampie, sloppy seconds, I’m going to hell

(A/N): Jungkook has been fucking everyone up recently so I wanted to do something with him in it. I left the ending open ended so you get to choose who won in the end (though I personally think Jungkook won) so I hope you all have fun reading! Enjoy~

You have always been able to expect the antics of your best friends. Though you can never predict what they’ll do next, it’s never a surprise as everything is just par for the course at this point. Except for this.

Your jaw lay strewn about the floor alongside the last of their brain cells apparently, your sanity shattering with one question.

“Would you be willing to fuck both of us?“ the question came from a shameless Jungkook, who is known for saying out of pocket shit without context. But this goes beyond anything you’ve experienced before. He says this like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as if he were asking to borrow your phone charger or if you wanted to play video games with them. Jimin chimes in to explain and you hope it’s to say that they were just joking.

“We need someone to judge who’s better at sex and you’re the only neutral party we know.” He also says this candidly, though he has the sense to look at least a little sheepish about it, and you can only stare blankly at the two men, looking between them both with your mouth open. You’re still waiting for someone to laugh.

“You serious?” You finally speak up when the silence becomes too dense, your voice hoarse with disbelief. They nod. It’s not that you wouldn’t fuck them— they were both strikingly attractive— but they’re your best friends. You’re sure this would break every rule about friendship with the opposite sex that there’s ever been. How would you ever be able to hang out with them normally again after knowing what their dicks look like, what they taste like, how it feels to have their hands all over you?

But there’s a large part of you that’s tempted to say yes.

“You can always say no, there’s no pressure,” Jungkook chirps, “but it would really help us settle this argument.” You don’t even want to ask how this started. “Plus! It’ll be good for you too because you haven’t gotten dick in a while. You get your needs met and we get to settle our argument, it’s a win-win!”

“The fuck? Who says I haven’t gotten dick in a while?!” You defend, mouth hanging open for a different reason now.

“You!” Both men respond in unison, forcing you to slouch back into the sofa.

“We can tell you’ve been horny by the way you’ve been eye fucking every man that walks by, don’t try to deny it. You should know we know you better than that by now.” Crossing his arms, Jimin calls you out and you can’t even say anything because he’s right. Dammit, they do know you well.

“It’s not my fault Baekhyun is out of town for the month.” You mutter under your breath, referencing your friend with benefits that they hear about often. “Fine, you caught me. I’m horny as fuck-“

“Great, so it’s settled! You’ll fuck us?” Jungkook cuts in.

“I never said that. I’m horny as fuck but I’m not that horny to throw away our friendship over a stupid argument between you idiots.” It sounds like you want to say more so they wait, but when nothing follows Jimin speaks up.

“Well can you at least think about it? It won’t change anything on our end, we promise.”

“Sure I’ll think about it, but don’t be surprised if the answer is still no.” They both nod, accepting that answer for now, and you call them over to the couch to play Mario Kart to take your mind off things.

A few hours later, however, you find out just how weak you are.

You were absolutely wrong. You are that horny. You’ve been wet ever since they proposed the idea to you and it’s only getting worse. They sandwich you between their bodies on your small loveseat, their body heat engulfing you in flames that you can’t escape no matter how much you shift around. They don’t try to persuade you any more than their initial proposition, at least not intentionally. You keep catching glimpses of them shifting their legs, the gray and black sweatpants Jungkook and Jimin sport, respectively, not helping your situation as you keep seeing the outlines of their dicks through the thin material. Everywhere they touch you is burning hot, your elbows, your thighs, your shoulders, and you begin breaking into a sweat. The grunts and sighs that come from Jungkook when he makes a mistake or falls behind in the game make your heart skip, your brain going into overdrive imagining the sounds he would make for you if he were to have his way with you. Jimin isn’t much better, letting his hand drape across your thigh when you throw a leg over his to try to cool down a bit. He’s not doing anything that he wouldn’t usually do, this is common for the three of you, but now you can’t stop thinking about how it would feel if he moved his hand just a bit higher, slipping them under your shorts…

“Yes!!” You shout as you manage to win the last race by some miracle. You come in second overall, an NPC getting the first slot, but you’re better than both of them at Mario Cart and that’s all that matters. Jungkook comes third and has a pout on his lips, upset that he had been winning the entire time but was caught by 3 shells in the last race which took his ranking down below yours. You hop up from the couch, fidgety and flustered, claiming that you need to go to the bathroom, and when you return, you find both men manspreading on the coach looking down at their phones. Your eyes immediately shoot to their crotches, nearly drooling at the ache that forms in your core.

“Need something?” Jimin asks, catching you redhanded with a smirk. He’s so fucking cocky you want to scream, but more prominent is the urge to get down on your knees in front of him and choke yourself on his cock like this view is choking you now. You can hardly breathe, let alone come up with a response.

“I- I-“

“Take your time.” He goads, getting the proper reaction from you as you feel your skin start to prick with heat and annoyance. Jungkook joins in by spreading his legs just a little wider, a shit eating grin on his lips as well.

“You guys are the worst,” Finally you spit out a sentence and plop down between them, head in hands. “So why am I seriously considering this?” You mumble out, voice muffled by your hands but they hear it all the same.

“Really?!” They perk up at this, dark brown hair atop their heads flopping over their eyes, and when Jungkook shakes his head to flip it off of his forehead you nearly wet yourself. Jimin chooses to brush his hair away with his fingers and that snaps the last of your reservations.

You decide to ask one more time for good measure, though you couldn’t care less at this point. “Are you sure this won’t change anything between us?”

The two men think for a moment, looking at each other for certainty before reassuring you that it wouldn’t.

“Plus, we already know you basically sold your pussy to Baekhyun by now, we don’t have a chance in hell to do this again once he gets back.” You know what Jungkook means, but he makes you sound like a prostitute when he says it like that.

“Ew don’t say it like that! And he doesn’t own me, I can do whatever and whoever I want.” Crossing your arms in defiance, you try your hardest to make it seem convincing, but they clearly don’t believe you. Although, Baekhyun’s spot might be threatened once you go through with this.

“Yeah right.” Jimin quips, rolling his eyes, and Jungkook chuckles at that. Then the two of them close in on you.

“So are we doing this?” The younger one asks, imploring with innocently wide eyes as if he were asking for a cup of juice and not a threesome with his best friends. You turn away from his stare out of embarrassment, only to be met with Jimin’s equally innocent eyes, so you divert your own gaze to the floor to keep the remnants of your sanity intact.

“I guess we are,” you mutter out, but that isn’t good enough for them.

“Nuh uh, we need a clear ‘yes’ from you if you want this.” A hand reaches out to grab your chin, and you’re suddenly faced with Jimin again, his dark eyes no longer innocent. It steals the breath from your lungs and you have to swallow the nervous lump in your throat to get your answer out.

“Y-yes, I want this.” You say this as loudly as your voice would allow (which isn’t very loud) and a satisfied grin plasters itself on your best friend’s angelic face.

Without replying, Jimin leans forward and kisses your cheek, measuring your reaction with eyes that search your face for any sign of discomfort. But instead he finds that you are more than willing to go through with this, your eyes begging for his lips, so he happily obliges. Claiming your mouth as his own, Jimin kisses you senseless, taking the lead by sucking your bottom lip between his own, and you moan at the action. It’s sloppy and passionate in a way that makes it feel like he’s been waiting to kiss you like this forever, and you find yourself losing your breath rapidly. Hands find your midsection and you suddenly remember Jungkook on the other side of you, leaning forward to leave a trail of kisses on your upper back and shoulders, pulling at the spaghetti straps of your tank top.

Jimin finally pulls back to breathe, allowing you to turn to face the younger man, and immediately you can see the urgency in his eyes once you’re facing him. His hands are creeping up your shirt, exploring your soft abdomen, and the ticklish feeling has you smiling a goofy smile. He smiles back, taking the material of your shirt into his hands and lifting, and your shirt hits the floor in no time flat. That’s when both boys realize that 1. you’ve forgone a bra and 2. You have the most beautiful breasts they have ever seen. The cool air of your living room causes your nipples to harden and you shiver, not only from the cold but from their hungry stares as they devour you with their eyes.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whispers, hand already reaching to hold one of your breasts in his tattooed hand.

“You have the prettiest tits ever.” Jimin compliments, taking the other in his hand as well. The men adjust themselves to get a better view of you as they push you further back into your seat, nodding once to each other before diving in to leave kisses and bruises all over your chest. Jimin goes for your nipple immediately, licking over the bud with a gentle tongue before using his teeth to scrap over the sensitive skin, the contrast making you moan out loud in honest for the first time. He does it again, then again, adding in bites and sucks until your core is throbbing with anticipation for what he’ll do once he gets between your legs.

Jungkook focuses on every area around your nipple, avoiding the area entirely with his mouth and making you ache to feel him on the bud. He sucks loudly on your skin, marking you with teeth and tongue, making slobbery trails of saliva that cool and send goosebumps in their wake once he pulls back. He uses the tip of his tongue to trace circles around your areola, the heat of his breath around your nipple making your eyes squeeze shut in hopes that he’ll take mercy on you and close his lips around the bundle of nerves, giving it the same treatment that Jimin is showing you on the other side. Mind hazy and pussy fluttering, you’re startled when Jimin pulls back to remind you what they’re doing this for.

“Remember (Y/n), you’re supposed to be judging us on who does a better job.” He chides, noticing you lost in pleasure and not thinking about a single thing.

“Oh, sorry, let me just stop enjoying myself and take notes on a notepad instead.” You quip back at him, irritated that he’s stopped his ministrations on your chest. Jungkook snorts at this, still teasing you. There’s absolutely no way for you to be clinical about this, that much is apparent by how good it feels to have two men attending to you at the same time, your mind already blank and they haven’t even moved past your tits yet.

“I’m just saying, keep that in mind.” Jimin snickers, licking a path from nipple to collarbone to neck, ending with a mind numbing suckle to your pulse point, and just when you thought it couldn’t get much better, Jungkook finally closes his mouth on your nipple, sucking in varying intensities all while flicking his tongue around the bead. You gasp, unsure of who is doing the better job, and you feel like you’re about to explode. But all too soon, as if they can sense you enjoying yourself a bit too much, the men pull away and leave you cold and shaking, topless and exposed on your own couch.

“So, who gets the first point?” Kookie asks, smirking as if he’s already won.

“Point? I didn’t know we were doing a points system?” Gathering your thoughts, you clear your throat and try to bring yourself back to reality. They wanted you to score them? This was going to be tough.

“Yeah, how else would we figure out who’s better? The one with the most points at the end wins and gets bragging rights.” Jimin explains smartly, making you roll your eyes at the sassiness you sense from him.

“So?” They say in unison, looking at you intently. Your hands reach up to cup your chest in response to the coolness they left there as you frown in thought.

“Umm, I really liked Jimin’s technique, but Jungkook wins this round.” You state after some thought, resolving not to think about it too hard so they would hurry up and continue pleasuring you. “I liked how he teased me, it made me want him to touch me so badly that when it actually happened, I nearly creamed my shorts.” He smiles triumphantly at your praise, Jimin nodding his head in acceptance while mentally noting that you like to be teased. Then it’s on to the next round.

The next round takes place in the bedroom, Jimin having announced this loudly while Jungkook swooped down to throw you over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried you to your bed. Now you lay in the center of your queen sized mattress, shorts and panties missing from your body while both men stand with raging erections as they examine you from the foot of the bed. Licking his lips, Jungkook asks who gets to eat you out first and you feel your clit throb. Wordlessly, they both look at each other before each putting out a fist and playing Rock Paper Scissors without hesitation.

“Be so fucking serious right now.” You say in disbelief, unable to believe how you were convinced to have sex with these two dorks. You must have been really horny because looking at them now you’re broken out of the haze of lust and can see that they’re still your goofy best friends, the only people you know who would play Rock Paper Scissors in front of a girl they were about to fuck while she literally lay naked and waiting for them. Jungkook wins the game and does a little dance at his victory, hopping onto the bed suddenly and pushing your legs open. You let out a bit of a yelp at his quick movements, Jimin being much more graceful on his way to take a seat next to your head, moving you so that your head rests on his muscular thigh.

Unlike how he treated your nipple, Jungkook wastes no time attacking your core, using his entire tongue to spread you open, parting your folds and drinking down your leaking essence. He groans at the taste, dipping back down for more, and you shudder at the sensation of his wet muscle circling your entrance. Though the young man is good at everything, you aren’t incredibly impressed by his performance, unfortunately. The whole time he spent down there was wasted on him licking your folds, sucking at your lips and completely missing your clit. The time he did spend on your clit was rushed even though you reacted dramatically when his tongue did brush the bud, and in the end you had to tell him to do what he did on your nipple to your clit for him to catch on that that’s what you wanted. When he did get to what you wanted, however, your legs shook from how good it felt. Jungkook has a very dexterous tongue you’ve discovered, very impressed with its flicking and circling speeds as he finally paid special attention to your most sensitive areas. He adds a finger, then two, pumping them in a out quickly in pace with his tongue, and you let out a loud moan when he gives you a nice suck to your clit, the finale to his show. He pulls back with a sigh, face wet and red and you are left craving, wanting more than he gave you. From the looks of it, he enjoyed the experience marginally more than you did, the large protrusion and wet spot in the front of his sweats giving you the idea that he wanted to eat you out more for his sake than yours. Then Jimin swoops in to the rescue.

He must have seen the slightly annoyed look on your face because when he moves to change spots with Jungkook he gives you a quick peck on the cheek to smooth your frown and chuckles in a way that tells you not to worry. You’re excited this time, looking up at the older man with pleading eyes that are swimming with lust. You lock eyes and the look he gives you is a promise that not only will he make you feel good, but that you’ll cum. You raise an eyebrow as a challenge and he just smirks down at you in response.

“You think you can beat that?” Kookie asks in cocky fashion, clearly feeling good about himself despite his very average performance. Jimin begins his descent down your body, kissing every plane and crevice from your neck down.

“I know I can do better.” He mumbles against your skin, looking incredibly focused on making you feel good.

“I doubt you can make her shake the way I just did, but I’d like to see you try.” Since winning the first round clearly has gone to his head, Jimin resolves to knock him down a peg and let him see what true skill looks like. It’s been over a full minute and he’s still kissing around your thighs, biting on sensitive skin so close to your lips and soothing it with his tongue, kissing the edge of your outer lips and blowing air on your core in a way that makes your thighs tremble around his head. Jimin looks up at his friend when you shake for him as if checking to see if he were watching, using his eyes to say that he made you shake without even touching you. “Whatever,” the younger male says with a roll of his eyes. “She’s only shaking because I got her wound up.”

“Kookie, shut the fuck up.” Your last word comes out as a groan as Jimin finally gives you what you wanted, taking your clit into his mouth and licking around it in a torturously slow oval. The way you moan has both men humming, Jimin grinding his bulge into the edge of the bed. Beside you, Jungkook has his hands down his pants, presumably gripping the now painful erection he sports with his lip locked between his teeth as he watches you get eaten out by his best friend.

Returning your attention to Jimin, you look down to see him watching you, drawing more circles around your bud just to watch you tremble, your hips grinding into him when he refuses to speed up. Occasionally his tongue dips down to taste you, dragging your wetness up from your entrance to your bud, just for it to drip back down again and slide between your ass onto the sheets below. He uses his lips alongside his tongue, dragging the plush pillows against your nub, kissing and sucking between long strokes of his tongue. Then, two of his fingers enter you and you see stars. He curls the fingers expertly into the spongy spot a couple inches into your opening, rubbing against the area repeatedly in time with his mouth and you feel your toes flex and curl. Your voice breaks and you let out another surprisingly loud moan, eyes rolling in your head and Jimin speeds up against your clit. When you continue to moan, he comes up with an idea.

“Kook, can you quiet her down a little?” He asks, and you would be offended by the phrasing if it didn’t feel so good to have him rubbing right into that spot inside you. You’re cursing now, legs lifted higher than before to give Jimin more access, not paying attention to the man beside you who inches closer and raises to his knees. Something hard and fleshy taps you on your cheek, and you open your closed eyes to see Jungkook has slipped his pants down and is kneeling with his cock just inches from your face. Your eyes focus in on his member, both thick and long, and you’re sure Jimin can feel how you clench around his fingers at the sight. His balls are tight and pink, just begging to be sucked, and you find your mouth watering at the prospect.

“Open.” Jungkook instructs, gruff voice prompting you to action. You open your mouth and immediately he slips inside, salty and musky taste invading your tongue in he best way possible. Jimin picks up speed with his fingers, pumping in and out while hooked on that one spot and you can’t help but moan around Jungkook’s cock, barely sucking because of how good Jimin is making you feel. His mouth is relentless and you try to match his pace by bobbing your head to his rhythm, earning a groan from Jungkook. His dick twitches in your mouth when you go deeper, sucking in your cheeks on your way up, and fuck you’ve never felt this good before. Not only is Jimin’s consistent attack on your clit building you up to a great orgasm, but Jungkook is making those wonderful sounds you thought of hearing earlier and it’s music to your ears. “God, your mouth feels so good.” He praises, a hand on the back of your head to guide you when you start to fall out of rhythm as your praise kink kicks into overdrive.

Pushing yourself to your limits, you try deep throating his dick, pressing your face into his pubic bone until his head slips past your gag reflex and he lets out a moan that rivals your own in volume, just as Jimin suctions his lips around your clit. You choke, Jungkook pulling back to allow you to breathe, and he can see the way your eyelids flutter and cross as Jimin works you with his fingers and mouth, no longer pumping in and out but now curling back and forth against that spongy area as he flicks as fast as he can against your bud. The stimulation is close to what your vibrator feels like and suddenly your breaths become labored, panting and moaning, squeezing around his fingers as he builds you up higher and higher. You’re riding his face now at this point, grinding into him messily until you can’t take it anymore.

You hold your breath for the climax and it comes crashing into you.

Hot waves of lava seem to flow through your veins as your orgasm seizes your body, taking control and making you shake and squirm in their hold. Jungkook’s hands roam your upper body, fingertips spreading the fire along your skin with every touch. Jimin stills his fingers to give you broad licks, savoring the way that each stroke causes your legs to jerk and twitch. Fingers find your nipples and give them a gentle twist and you aren’t sure whose hands they are but the way they massage the pebbles has your walls clenching in another wave of pleasure. Taking a few deep breaths, you try to compose yourself, eyes closed and watering, skin hot to the touch. When you open your eyes, you find both men staring at you.

“That was so fucking hot.” Jungkook gapes. You close your eyes again and place a hand on your chest, trying to slow your breathing.

“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she? Cumming for us like that.” Jimin teases, kissing up your thighs and hips. You clench at his praise, the fingers still inside you feeling the contractions. “Oh- I felt that.” Devilish smirk slithering its way onto his lips, Jimin retracts his fingers from you to climb his way up your body. “Does our sweet baby girl have a praise kink?”

“M-Maybe,” you mumble, averting your eyes. Jimin presents his cum soaked fingers to you and places them on your lips, pulling your attention back to him as you open your mouth to suck in the digits.

“I swear you get hotter by the second,” Kookie chimes, looking at you with twinkling eyes.

As soon as his fingers are clean, Jimin pops them out of your mouth and swoops down for a kiss, shoving his tongue against yours to taste the cream you’ve accumulated there, and you feel yourself drip even more down your ass. When he pulls back you watch him lick his lips, savoring the taste.

“So,” Jimin starts, already sporting a shit eating grin. “Care to tell us who won the second round?”

“You.” You say without hesitation. “You did. Fuck, you made me cum so hard.” You whine, rubbing your thighs together as you sit up to be eye level with the two. They look back at you, anticipation filling their blown pupils. “Now, will somebody please fuck me?”

“Sure, who do you want first?” Jimin asks, stripping from his sweats and shirt, and your mouth waters at the sight of him in only his boxers. You find your eyes locked on his body, anticipating the moment when his cock is revealed to you as he puts on a little strip tease, pushing down the waistband as slowly as humanly possible. But once his member pops out of its confines you let out a groan, beholding the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. It’s flushed a pretty peach color with the perfect mushroom head on top. The thick shaft tapers slightly toward the head and its skin looks so smooth and velvety that you’re tempted to rub him right between your folds just to feel how soft it is.

“I’m giving Jimin a point for having a pretty dick.” You blurt, unable to tear your eyes away from him. His grin grows into a full blown smile and you hear Jungkook’s sounds of protest beside you before he’s stealing your attention back.

“Oh yeah? Well how about this?” He stands, pants pulled up to their original position you notice, and you wonder what he’s got up his sleeve. Your mouth runs dry when you see what he has planned: a full strip tease show.

Starting with his top, he raises the bottom of his shirt inch by inch so you can appreciate each and every one of his flexed ab muscles, the lines between each one making him look like a chocolate bar that you can’t wait to devour. Next to be exposed are his pecs, the hard muscles there tensing as he crosses his arms above head, pulling the shirt off fully and throwing it to the ground. His nipples stand pebbled into beads on his chest and all you can think about is taking one between your teeth just to see him squirm, knowing just how sensitive they are on him. As if to demonstrate this point, Jungkook uses his fingers to pinch at the buds, and you see the jump of his erection in the confines of his pants when he does. He rolls his neck, showing off the delicate skin there that you wish you could litter with marks but all you can do at the moment is sit there and stare while licking your lips like a hungry cat. When his hands finally skim down his washboard abs to his bulged sweatpants you’re panting like a dog, eager for him to reveal himself to you again and let you feast your eyes on him in all his glory, despite already having had him in your mouth today. But you didn’t get a chance to fully admire him at that time with Jimin’s head between your thighs, so you feel validated in wanted to see him again so badly. He runs his hands over the clear protrusion in his pants, squeezing himself to make the outline of his dick pop out to you, and you find yourself gulping like a fish out of water. Jimin fakes a gag out of the corner of your eye but you choose to ignore him.

“Should I take these off?” Jungkook purrs in a sultry voice, causing you to gush all down your thighs at the way his baritone vibrates through your body. You can only nod.

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” Jimin chants, now seated beside you to watch the show just to mock his junior, and just for the fun of it you join in, cheering like you’re at a strip club when Jungkook’s fingers finally hook in the waistband of his Calvin Klein’s. He pulls them down quickly, his bottom half exposed so fast that it causes his cock to bounce and you nearly bark at how feral the sight makes you.

“Another point to Kookie for the strip tease,” you announce, now hot and bothered from all the teasing. The scores are now tied again. “Now will somebody, anybody please stick their dick in me before I combust? A girl can only wait so long.”

“Getting desperate are we?” Chuckles Jimin, dark and mischievous.

“Yes, I’m so wet right now that I feel like I’m going to drown if I’m not fucked within the next minute.” You pout, making your best friends laugh.

Jungkook still stands at the foot of the bed, languidly pumping his length up and down and your eyes catch on his slick tip, leaking enough to let you know that he’s getting impatient too. A glance down at Jimin’s member reveals the same thing, a stream of precum dribbling down his twitching length that sits prettily between his thick thighs. He cranes his neck forward to kiss you on your pouted lips, and you sink into the bed, pulling him on top of you. He catches himself with his arms, staring down at your wanting figure.

“You get to fuck me first since Kookie got to eat me out first.” A groan comes from said man, his head thrown back in frustration, hand speeding up on his shaft yet intentionally avoiding the head. “Don’t complain, you’ll get your chance.” You assure him, returning your attention to Jimin to kiss him again. His tongue slips into your mouth and clashes with your own, exploring your mouth and leaving you breathless. You have no idea how long you spend kissing him, but you’ll have to remember to give him a point for being a good kisser when you can finally pull away. Before you can pull yourself away from him, however, you feel his tip at your entrance rubbing back and forth, slicking himself before pushing in slowly, his pillowy lips muffling the long moan you let out.

He breaks away to pant, “You’re still on birth control, right?” And you let out a huff.

“It’s a little late to ask, idiot.” Jungkook points out, positioned so he can get the perfect view of your pussy being stretched around Jimin’s thick cock.

“Yeah I am, don’t worry about it.” You breathe, bucking your hips up to tell him you want him to move. He starts up a pace that has you gasping, surprised by how easily he hits your sensitive spots with his girth, and he has you moaning your pleasure in no time. You’re sure he can feel how wet you are, the sounds of wetness and slapping getting louder as he fucks the slick out of you with every harsh thrust, making his shaft so slippery that you’re sure he’s going to slip out every time he pulls back. But he stays inside, hips skillful and practiced as he drives into your tight entrance. You don’t think you’ve had anyone as thick as him before and the thought of him stretching you out around himself makes you squeeze even tighter, causing him to groan out.

“Don’t squeeze like that, I’m already close.” Jimin’s voice comes out strained as his balls slap against your ass, his face saying that he’s telling the truth, and you hear a laugh.

“Already?! Seriously, hyung?” The youngest gapes, though you suspect he’s probably glad that his turn is coming sooner than expected. He’s stopped touching himself and his cock is now half soft, though it still jumps every now and again as he watches Jimin fuck you even harder.

“Shut up, I almost blew my load when she came on my tongue so I’m lucky we even got this far.” Jimin grunts, pounding into you. He pauses to lift one of your legs onto his shoulder, working a pillow under your hips and the new angle makes you mewl. Static electricity flows through your veins every time he pushes into you, aiming right at that spot and you feel your clit swelling with pressure from how good it feels.

“C-can I touch myself?” You ask softly, though you’re not sure exactly where that came from. But now you’ve reignited the dominant side of Jimin and he changes right before your eyes.

“Mm, aren’t you such a good girl, asking permission.” He moans, hips picking up speed. “Should I let her, Jungkook?”

The younger man shifts in his position to get a better view before answering. “Yeah, I bet she’d look so good doing it.” He groans, eyes locked on you. He’s devouring you with his gaze, taking in everything from your facial expression and your bouncing breasts to the way your slick covers Jimin’s shaft every time he pulls out. It makes you hot being watched like this and you never thought you’d enjoy it so much. Having a spectator makes you feel sexy in a way you didn’t think possible.

“You heard him, baby. Touch yourself.” Leaning back so you have access to your swollen clit, Jimin slows his pace just slightly as you reach down and touch yourself. At first contact you shiver, still sensitive from the previous orgasm you had. The first circle you press into the bud has you clenching down on him again, and this time he has to stop and grip onto your hips to keep control. Immediately you pull your hand back, not wanting him to cum so soon, but he shakes his head at you.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.” He pants, both men now staring down at you with predatory gazes. Humming, you continue, slicking your fingers with the mess around his base and rubbing it into your clit at a satisfying speed. To be watched while you masturbate awakens a new kink of yours and you bask in the way your boys practically water at the mouth while looking at you. Jimin starts moving again and each drag of his cock sends sparks up your nerves like live wire, the movements making you that much more sensitive beneath your fingertips. Your eyes start to roll as he times his hips with your flicking. He switches to grinding motions and you moan, loving how you can feel his leaking tip massaging deep within you. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” Jimin gasps, snapping into you with renewed vigor.

“I want you to cum inside me!” You whine, feeling him harden even more inside you. Your other leg finds its way up on his shoulder and you allow him to pound into you with all his strength, his ab muscles flexing as he works himself in and out of you.

“Yeah, you want it?” He asks, looping his arms around both of your legs. All you can do is nod before he’s fucking into you ferociously, his grunts and groans of pleasure mixing with yours until you can’t tell who is louder. Fingers leaving your core, you hold onto his muscular thighs for dear life as he delivers devastating thrust after devastating thrust, jolting your entire body up the bed at a stuttering rhythm. Then, you feel him still briefly and gasp, his balls on your ass tightening and pulsing as he shoots into you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. His hips jerk as he soars through his orgasm, spurred on by the way you clench your walls and moan his name because you just love seeing him lost in pleasure like this. It makes you even wetter, and combined with his overflowing semen, you’re a leaking mess.

Jimin gives you a sloppy kiss as the vestiges of his high leave him, pulling himself free from your gripping core to look down at his masterpiece. Jungkook peers over his shoulder to have a look and you take this opportunity to give them a show, bearing down on your pelvic muscles to push out the white substance Jimin so carefully planted inside you. It oozes out of you, mixing with the cream smeared around your lips and you feel it begin to drip down your ass as you continue to push. The sight nearly knocks both men off their feet, the older of the two visibly drooling at the visual of his cum leaking from your tight pussy, evidence of how good you made him feel and the amazing orgasm you gave him. It’s almost enough to get him hard again.

The younger of the men is also enthralled by the sight, mouth agape and eyes wide, leaning in ever closer to get a better look at your drooling lips. Jungkook never thought he’d be one to take another man’s sloppy seconds, but when it’s you and Jimin he feels differently about the situation. And that feeling surprises him because in this moment he wants nothing more than to stick his dick in you and use Jimin’s sperm as lube to help you both reach your highs. So that’s exactly what he does. Nearly pushing Jimin out of the way, Jungkook flips you without warning, pressing your face into the pillows and guiding your hips up into position, manhandling you in a way that makes him even sexier. You never had a strength kink before, but when Jungkook throws you around like this you can’t help but ache between your thighs for him. You’re discovering a lot about yourself tonight.

“Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He promises in a mumble, lining himself up with your glistening hole. The first thing he notices is how slippery it is when he pushes in, Jimin’s cum coating his cock and making it easy to slip inside your walls. He bottoms out effortlessly despite how tight you are, hips flush against your ass and fingers dimpling your skin from how hard he grips your ass. Jungkook swears he could cum right this second, but he’s too determined to fuck you into oblivion to have it end so soon so he holds off. But he has to admit, being inside you is an experience he never thought he’d get to have, so his mind is in a daze as his hips start to move.

You’re not fairing much better, thoughts cloudy from his long cock reaching so far into you at this angle that you think you can feel him in your throat. He smacks into your cervix every time he slams into you, but the slight pain only adds to the pleasure after the first few strokes. The arch in your back gradually lessens as Jungkook fucks the living shit out of you, your ass slapping against his hips so loudly that you’re sure your neighbors will be filing a noise complaint, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when you feel his large palms at the small of your back, pushing down to deepen that curve and open you up for him. Ungodly nosies are coming from you as he fucks you at a relentless pace, taut muscles rippling behind you as he uses his strength to wreck you.

“Mm, look at how she’s gripping the sheets, Kookie. I think you might break her.” Jimin comments with a chuckle, spent and a relaxing on the bed next to you.

“Nah she can take it. Isn’t that right (Y/n)?” Jungkook asks, not slowing his pace a bit to give you a second to breathe. You struggle to answer, gasping and moaning as he fucks you dumb on your bed, your toes curling being your only response. When he doesn’t get a verbal answer, the man behind you lands a harsh smack to your ass then grips it in his hands, spreading your pussy lips apart with his thumbs to watch himself go in and out, in and out. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I can take it!” You squeal, stuffing your face in a pillow to contain the sounds escaping you.

“Good girl.” The growl that releases from deep in his throat has your legs shaking, your walls contracting as the vibrations from the sound travel up your insides. “I love feeling you squeeze around me. I could fuck this cunt all day long.” Moaning, he closes his eyes, throwing his head back in bliss.

The grip on your hips tightens painfully before it vanishes completely, and you only have a split second to wonder what happened before another hard slap rings out, this time both of his hands landing on your ass. Both men watch as your cheeks jiggle, still rippling with the impact of his hips, and you faintly hear them groan in unison with your high pitched squeak. After a series of several more untamed thrusts, however, Jungkook pulls out, leaving you cold and empty.

“Turn around.” He orders sharply, barely getting through the haze of your mind. “Let me see that pretty face.”

This snaps you out of your fog and you follow his order shakily, plopping down on your back only to be snatched to the edge of the bed by your legs. You let out a short scream, surprised by the sudden display of his monstrous strength as he positions your legs how he wants, pushing them back against your chest and inserting himself in one long stroke. Your eyes roll before peering up at him, innocent and wanting, and he throbs inside of you at the image, praising you just how you deserve.

“There she is,” he smiles, languidly moving his hips in slow thrusts just so you feel every inch of him. “Look at how sexy she is, hyung. Looking at me with those beautiful eyes while she’s taking my cock. You think she deserves another orgasm?”

“I think she does.” Jimin consents, scooting closer to massage your breasts. His nimble fingers squeeze at your nipple, causing you to mewl as Jungkook picks up the pace. “Let’s see if you have what it takes to make her cum again.” The older of the two challenges, grinning when he sees the tick of Jungkook’s jaw at his doubt.

“Watch and fucking learn, hyung.” Is all he has to say before the competitive man is ramming into you again, fucking you up the bed. He looks down at the mess between your thighs, a frothy mixture of your wetness, Jimin’s cum, and his precum, and just seeing you all sloppy for him has his balls tightening. That mess is the perfect lube, keeping you slick even though he’s practically rubbing you raw with how fast he’s going, the wetness saving your battered pussy from harm.

You already look fucked out. You’re sure your hair is a mess and the little bit of eyeliner you had on is smeared down your face with the tears that collect and fall from your tightly shut eyes. But Jungkook only continues to praise you, going on and on about how pretty you are and how well you take his cock. Your eyes remain shut so you don’t see him reach down to rub his thumb in fast circles around your clit, the stimulation shocking you into opening your eyes to look right at him as he fucks you even harder.

“That’s right, look at me.” He grunts, a look of concentration taking over his handsome face as he focuses on moving his thumb and hips in time with each other. You’ve only seen this look on his face when he’s playing video games and you have to admit seeing him make that face in this context is extremely sexy. It’s like he’s using every cheat code he knows to push all your buttons the right way to win this stupid little game with Jimin, and it’s working. Everything he does pushes you closer to that edge and your mind is going blank with pleasure,

“Did Jimin fuck you this well?” He asks out of the blue, his competitive edge coming out.

“N-no.” You admit sheepishly, breaking eye contact with him to skim your gaze down his body. He looks like a piece of artwork, a living statue of a Greek god with his muscles and veins on full display, highlighted by the sweat that now drips down his skin. He’s definitely racking up bonus points for looking this good, despite you already giving him an extra point for his strip tease earlier. But how can you not be enamored when he looks this damn good. And when he acts so fucking cocky.

“Does Baekhyun fuck you like this?” Comes his next question, hips snapping into you with just a little more finesse. He adds a bit of rotation and you gasp, legs vibrating now from the circles both inside you and on your clit.

“No! No one fucks me like you do—“ you hiccup, clinging to the sheets for dear life.

Hot. That’s all you can think about and feel. It feels like you’re in an oven set to 1000 degrees and your skin is on fire. Sweat pours from every crevice of your body: behind your knees, the folds of your tummy, your elbows, everywhere is damp and dripping. Above you Jungkook isn’t fairing much better, dripping onto you from his chin, but it’s hot when he does it. Warmth spreads throughout your body like a virus.

“God, Kook I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah?” He asks, out of breath and absolutely shining with arrogance. His thumb presses down on your clit just a tiny bit harder and the added pressure is enough to have you teetering on the edge. “Cum for me. Cum all over this cock, (Y/n). Let me see how good I make you feel.”

As he growls this, Jimin, who has been twirling your nipples, bends down to capture one of the buds in his mouth to tease it with his teeth and tongue. He bites down roughly on the pert peak and that’s all it takes for you to fall into the precipice of your high. It knocks the air out of your lungs, makes you gasp like a fish out of water as you quiver beneath the men, tremors of pleasure traveling up and down your body as Jungkook glares at Jimin for aiding in giving you the high that he selfishly wanted for himself. The oldest grins as you quake, nursing your sore nipple with his tongue as both men ride out your high with their hands all over your body, soothing the tingles that begin to take over from overstimulation. Having both of your boys give you an orgasm with their combined efforts has you floating on cloud nine, and as Jungkook continues to fuck you, you can’t think of anything you want more than to feel him fill you up with his cum to complete the night.

“I’m close.” You hear him whisper, biting down on his lips to stop the moans building in his throat to no avail.

“Please give it to me. Wanna feel it.” You can barely complete your sentences, exhaustion taking over you but still flowing with residual lust.

Jungkook thrusts faster at your words, pushing himself past the limits of fatigue to give you what you want, and one tight squeeze of your walls is what finally sends him over the edge. His fingers dig into your thighs as his hips stutter, slowing his pace but never stopping even though he nearly screams out a moan when he cums. Seeing the veins in his neck bulge as he finds his highest pleasure makes you horny all over again, but your body can’t take any more, thoroughly worn and used by your two best friends.

“Thank him for giving you his cum, sweet girl.” Jimin mumbles against your lips, stealing a peck as Jungkook rides out the last of his orgasm.

“T-thank you for giving me your cum.” You find yourself whining, dazed.

“And for letting you cum.” He adds, kissing you again.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Kookie. It felt soo good.” You smile, closing your eyes as Jimin leans in to make out with you. Though, you all know that Jimin had a hand in both giving you permission to cum and helping you reach your orgasm.

“You were a good girl, you deserved it.” Kookie says as he finally stops moving, collapsing on top of you with his face in your titties.

When Jimin finally pulls away from your lips, there’s a strange look on his face that you can’t quite put your finger on. Somewhere between anticipatory and cocky. Then he speaks and you remember why. “So. Who won?”

You had forgotten about their stupid little game entirely and now you’re going to have to use your fried brain to come up with a winner even though you truly don’t know who you enjoyed the most.

“Well first and foremost,” you begin, “I have to give out the last points.” Jungkook lifts his head to look at you as you glance between the men. “The next point goes to Jungkook.” He fucked you better than you’ve ever been fucked before, but you’d sooner eat glass than to tell him that. Though, you have a feeling he already knows. He gives you a smile and places his head back down where he was comfortable.

“So who wins overall?” Jimin presses, excited to hear the winner. It’s clear he thinks he won but it’s also clear that Jungkook thinks the same.

“I got the most points, it’s me!” He declares, but you hold up a hand to silence him.

“I still haven’t decided who wins the big one: the overall performance point.”

“What!? That’s just something you made up just now to fuck with me. I got the most points so I should be the winner.” Kookie pouts, removing himself from you and watching his cum splatter against your floor as it rushes out of you. You all readjust so that you’re sitting on the bed so you can continue your argument.

“If it was so obvious that you won she wouldn’t need to come up with a whole other point, now would she?” Jimin brings up like a child. “I say the last point is ‘winner takes all’ and whoever she chooses wins the game.”

“If we did that then there wouldn’t be a point to the point system. You can’t just make the points irrelevant now!” Jungkook argues back, your ears hurting from being in the middle of their bickering. You should just flip a coin to end this because it’s embarrassing how seriously they’re taking this.

“I’d say winner takes all is a good idea.” You finally say, still not sure who you’re going to choose. “The points were just there to help me decide who wins overall. Jimin was clearly the winner at foreplay to me, but Jungkook blew my back out, which counts for a lot. That’s not to say that Jimin didn’t wreck my shit with that pretty dick of his or that Jungkook didn’t get me going with his strip tease. And you both gave me an orgasm each so… Gosh, I don’t knowww, you both did so well I can’t decide!”

“Well then just tell us one thing and we’ll let it go,” Jungkook starts, looking over to Jimin and seemingly talking telepathically. Jimin continues the question without missing a beat, which makes you think they really do have telepathy.

“Was fucking us better than fucking Baekhyun?”

You’re shocked by the question, then embarrassed as you realize the answer.

“…Yes.” Both of them individually were better than your friend with benefits, and combined was just an otherworldly experience.

“Good shit, that’s all I needed to know.” Kook says, hopping up from the bed.

“Let’s call this one a draw.” Jimin reaches his hand out and shakes hands with his friend like they weren’t just arguing, then he too jumps from the bed, walking toward the bathroom.

“Wait, you really don’t want to know who won?” You call after them.

“Nope, we’ve got something else to brag about.” Jungkook responds, sending you a wink from the doorway. Realizing that they intend to tell the rest of their friends and potentially Baekhyun about tonight’s escapades, you leap to your feet shakily and shuffle after them, frowning at the way they laugh at your inability to walk.

“Like hell you do! You better not mention this to anyone, you fuckers!”

#jimin smut #jungkook smut #jimin x reader x jungkook #bts smut #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #jeongguk #Jimin #jeongguk x reader #jungkook

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mysteriouslyjovialcolor · 3 months ago

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United States 2018

-Just me trying to get familiar with this circuit before the weekend

-Oh also I’ve just realized they’ve finally added the halo this season

-Charles going up to Q3 in a Sauber, I know a qualifying genius when I see one

-Whyyy is Max starting p18

-Can I manifest a Daniel podium here or is that too ambitious?

-“This could be Kimi Raikkonen’s last chance to win a race with Ferrari” MAYBE he’d have had more chances if he didn’t have to always play the team game

-YESSS KIMI

-One Ferrari having a great start and another spinning around 90 degrees

-Wow people have already pitted lap one

-Wow Max is already up to p9

-Dammit Charles is down to p17

-Alonso out??

-Renault is 4th in the constructors?? How on earth!

-Red Bull is having a great race right now, I have an eerie feeling that’s all going to go away very soon

-“Lewis can win the championship today if he out scores Vettel by 8 points” I always somehow end up watching championship deciding races without meaning to

-Would be cool to see him win his 5th championship here though

-Yeahh, the feeling was right, Daniel is out

-“The man who smiles the biggest of all when he comes to Texas” AND HE WONT EVEN BE THERE THIS YEAR

-Screw you RB, VCarb and literally everyone else

-Virtual safety car and no one in the pit lane?

-Oh never mind, there’s a few people

-Oh is Lewis coming in too?

-Ahahah that bluff from Kimi

-Did Checo and Ocon ever stop squabbling? The answer I think, is no

-Somehow Max always makes overtaking a bunch of cars look so easy. How did he go up 14 whole positions that fast?

-“Let’s not do anything stupid” Yes Kimi!

-Let’s go!!! That was great defense!!!

-Ohmygod why defend like that only to pit

-Okay I’m just going to trust…the Ferrari strategists

-Going to un-curse RB for a second because that was some great strategy

-Please for once tell Sebastian to let Kimi through

-Yesss

-Verstappen p3!

-Sainz steadily making his way up the points

-It’s so funny watching the leaderboard and seeing Carlos fight Hartley and go from p9 to p8 to p8 to p9 while the commentators just talk about something else completely

-Sadly Charles has not gone up from p16

-George Russell!!

-Ah Charles has retired

-Ferrari playing the long game and it actually paying off??

-Lewis pitting, which apparently means the championship won’t be decided this race

-He came out p4 behind Bottas, which probably means he’ll get past him quite easily

-I actually need Kimi to win this race

“2044 days since he’s last won a race” Yes please win again now

-How are there 15 more laps? This race feels like it should be over now

-Max Verstappen: an interference for championship contenders since 2016

-Come on Sebastian, close that gap

-“Wouldn’t it be great for the romantics out there if Kimi wins the race here” Yes, yes it would be

-Oh god the top three are so close together

-“He’d actually be able to drink the champagne in the United States legally, because he’s 21 now” Haha

-So close togetherrrr

-This is nerve wracking

-Those zig-zag turns (I think turns 6-8) make everything look so much cooler

-Completely forgot there are others in this race aside from these three

-I’ve been trying not to say anything about Nico this whole time so as to not jinx him finally doing well, but there are only 5 more laps to go, so I should be okay (I hope)

-Anyway, Nico p6!!!!!

-Renault in general is doing well rn

-Carlos is right behind in p7

-If Lewis gets past Max, he wins the world championship

-I hope he doesn’t cause I need Kimi’s win to not be overshadowed rn

-Lewis can win the championship in the next race

-Milly Bobby Brown?? What are you doing here??

-Ohmygod!!! I don’t even have any words!! That fight between Lewis and Max was everything!! I had my hand over my mouth the whole time!!! I actually kinda need to see that again!

-Ohmygod Valterri going wide right after Lewis did, Sebastian up to p4

-Kimi Raikkonen Race Winner!!!!!!!

-Those last few laps were everything!!!!!!!

-Aww Kimi taking a moment in the car

-I’m almost in tears, that was amazing!!!

-Not Kimi asking Lewis if he won the championship or not 😂😂

-Aww the mechanics singing the Italian national anthem with such enthusiasm (reminds me of Monza this year)

-This race turned around so fast, it was actually perfect

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sixpennydame · 2 years ago

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Hey, can I get something with 28, bc they ain't enough drunk Levi on my life °^°

Hello there! I am so, so sorry this took so long - life has been...well...life, and I wanted to give this the attention it deserves. I hope you like it, and feel free to drop an ask any time! <3

Never Have I Ever, Part 1

Part 2

No. 28: How drunk was I?

Content: Levi’s early Survey Corps years, alcohol, drinking games, fluff

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You all have one goal tonight:

To get Captain Levi drunk.

You, Eld, and Hange knew it wouldn't be easy, but you all had a few days off in Trost and wanted to make the most of it. And none of you had ever really seen Levi let loose.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. You’d joined the Corps not long after Levi, and were intrigued by the quiet, stoic man. You wanted to see him relax, to smile and laugh..

Actually, you wanted more than that, but Levi didn’t seem like the kind for romance.

You were surprised when Hange said he would be joining us tonight; he rarely, if ever, drinks and prefers to spend his nights off by himself.

"I basically annoyed him until he agreed, just to shut me up," Hange triumphantly announced.

By the time Levi arrives, there's a good group assembled. Levi can feel everyone looking at him. "Ok...I'm here..so what are we drinking?" He sits next to you and you feel nervous all of a sudden. Seeing him out of his uniform, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to be able to see his collarbone..

Hange immediately speaks up and jolts you back to attention. "Well we could just get a few beers and talk," they smirk, "But I think we should make this night a bit more...challenging."

"Oh shit," Levi interjects, "another one of your crazy ideas?"

"Crazy? No way, it's fun! Have you all played, 'Never Have I Ever?'" they ask.

A few nod their head. Hange continues. "So I'm going to pour us all a shot, and we'll take turns sharing a statement of something we have never done. But if you've done it, you have to take a drink. Got it?"

You look over at Levi, who's cocked an eyebrow. "And we have to be honest?"

"Of course!" Hange pours shots for everyone. "It's no fun if you're not honest. I'll get us started."

They clear their throat. "Never have I ever...been late to training."

Eld takes a shot, along with Nifa and Moblit. “And Levi made sure I was never late again,” Eld laughs and grimaces at the strong alcohol.

“Damn right I did. So that’s all this game is? Easy..” Levi scoffs.

“Ok, Eld, your turn,” Hange give him a look and he smirks.

Eld looks around the table. “Never have I ever beat someone up.”

To noone’s surprise, Levi picks up his drink and takes the shot, but so does Hange. Everyone looks at them. “It was when I was a cadet and the guy was such an ass. Moving on!”

Levi doesn’t usually drink hard liquor, and his eye twitches a bit. The liquid feels warm as it slides down his throat and into his stomach.

Moblit raises his glass. “Never have I ever disobeyed one of Commander Erwin’s orders.”

“Oh come on..it wasn’t that big a deal.” Levi shrugs as he takes another drink.

The game continues, and it seems to Levi that every statement leads to him having to take a shot. By the time it was his turn, he was already starting to feel a little fuzzy.

“Never have I ever…left the kitchen a damn mess when it was my cleaning duty.”

You and Nifa look at each other then raise your hands. “Guilty!” You both laugh as you down your drink.

Levi smirks. He loves seeing you laugh. Your eyes squint a bit and it’s the cutest thing…

…Wait, what the hell is he thinking?? Maybe the alcohol is effecting him more than he thinks.

“Oi, Levi, what are you smirking about over there?” Hange breaks his chain of thought.

“N-nothing, Four-eyes,” he defends. “Here..” he hands the bottle to you, “you’re next.”

You smile at him as you take the bottle and you could have swore he cheeks were blushing just a bit. “Never have I ever killed three titans in a single blow.”

Everyone looks at Levi. “Dammit..are you trying to get me drunk?” He takes a drink.

“Maybe..” you lean your head on your hand and smile, clearly and unabashedly flirting with him. And you see it for sure this time: a flush of red across his face. He looks away quickly.

The bottle gets passed and more statements are said. You start to notice slight changes in Levi. His shoulders don’t seem so tense and he keeps running his hand through his hair. You also thought you might have heard him give the quietest laugh.

It’s happening.

Hange notices it too. “My turn again! Alright..Never have I ever”, they look at everyone at the table, “had a crush on someone in the Survey Corps.”

Nobody moves for a minute, and then everyone takes their shot.

Even Levi.

Everyone’s questioning Levi at once. “What?” “Who?”

“None of your business,” his speech is a little slurry, “Just…who’s next..” He grabs the bottle and pours everyone’s drink, spilling a little on the table.

Moblit sits up a little straighter, looking a bit nervous. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone at this table.”

Two glasses lift up and are drunk.

Yours and Levi’s.

The whole table is laughing, gasping, yelling out questions and comments. You can feel your face getting hot. Levi could like anyone here at this table, it’s probably not you. And he probably doesn’t suspect it’s him that you have a crush on.

Right?

You can’t really think straight, you’ve had way too many shots. Then you see another glass lift up.

It’s Moblit.

Now all eyes are on him. “You can’t drink - you’re the one who made the statement!” Someone yells. Everyone laughs as Moblit hides his face in his hands.

Then you look over at Levi. Not only is he smiling, but he’s laughing. Suddenly, you feel his hand grab yours under the table. Your fingers interlace as you both look at each other, your eyes saying what your words can’t. Eventually, you both join the others in teasing the shrinking Moblit.

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Levi wakes up sprawled across a sofa that isn’t his. He sits up and winces, his head pounding.

“Oh, good morning, sunshine.”

It takes him a while to realize that the voice is Hange’s. They come into the room with a toothbrush sticking out of their mouth. “Had a fun night, did we?”

He has no idea how he got to Hange’s room last night. He rubs his temples. “How drunk was I?”

“Drunk enough that you and Reader snuck off after our little drinking game. Where did you two go?”

Hange pulls the toothbrush out of their mouth and raises an eyebrow. “What did you two do?”

It’s too bright in this room and Levi can’t think straight. Him and you…

Then he remembers: him pulling you into a dark hallway outside the bathrooms. His hands roaming all over your body. Your soft lips, kissing his mouth, his neck..

He stands up and charges out the door without a word and heads straight to his room. When he gets there, he stands in front of the mirror and pulls down the collar of his shirt. There, right above his collarbone, is a deep purple mark.

He doesn’t see you until later that day when you’re all headed back to Headquarters. You ride beside him, as he tightens his cravat. Beneath the fabric, a mark that he’ll never forget.

#drunk drabbles vol 2 #ask sailor #snk levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman drabble #levi drabble #tw: alcohol #sixpennydame drabbles

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sohn-der-felder · 5 months ago

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✧ »➣ Open Starter

(it's my first ever one please have mercy)

Rain, he couldn't remember the last time he felt it. It pricked against his face in a weird way he couldn't understand - waking slowly as he slowly gained feeling once more.

Despite realizing he was face down in concrete the first feelings that came back to him were unkind and cruel - it was a horrible pain in every bone of his body. A sharp ringing ripped through his ears as everything became too much on his senses. The shock of it all was a struggle within itself but it felt like getting up was an even harder task to do.

His body felt weak and for the first time in awhile he felt utterly defeated and vulnerable. Laying on the concrete like an utter fool without a way to defend himself - whatever higher being there could've been felt dead to him now.

Seconds to Minutes to Hours. Time continued on despite his troubles and it pissed him off to no end for some reason. Though with that time he finally gained the strength to push against the concrete and sit up in a kneeling position.

"Dammit Deimos what have you gotten yourself into now..." The man was referring to himself - Deimos. A previous agent of the A.A.H.W before he sought out 'greener pastures' regarding work some may say. A rebellious man, a heavy smoker, an annoyance. He's referred to as many things but in this moment of time the only thing you could call him would be completely lost.

He'd cough a bit, feeling in his mouth before spitting out a loose tooth. "Well shit... that ain't gonna grow back." He grumbled to himself, clenching the small bone in an angry fist before simply shoving it into his pant pocket. "Whatever, maybe Doc can glue it back in or some..thing?" Deimos cut himself off as he finally lifted his head to finally see where he landed himself.

Luckily it seemed like the area he was in was a secluded parking lot, but nothing made sense as he would continue to rapidly glance around; finding trees, a cloudy sky that wasn't the shade of red he grew accustom to... It was as if everything was back to normal before all hell broke loose.

"What the.. What the hell?!" He tried to get up, whether to examine things further or try to run from his current reality - he'd fail. Knees buckling under him with a speed he didn't know was possible and groaning at the impact; knees feeling like they were about to crack under the abrupt pressure of his body.

"Fuck! That hurt..." Things were closing in on his psyche and the world felt like a soup of colors and barely understandable shapes. "Where the hell am I.. 'cause this is definitely not Nevada..."Deimos would speak to himself.

Though he maybe realized far too late that he wasn't alone, just another 'fun' surprise the vast universe decided to throw at him. Reaching for the gun in his utility belt he'd draw the weapon towards the sound of footsteps. "Who's there?!" He'd yell out - vision ever blurry but by God was he ready to fight to survive.

#➥ open starter #𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎. | Deimos #.crossover tbt #deimos #crossover #crossover rp #multimuse rp #madness combat #madcom rp #madcom #madness combat rp #rp blog #roleplay blog

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expresso-bean · 5 days ago

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The Man Out of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]: Chapter 21

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Amy Rose

Description: It has been seven years of peace following the grueling war with Eggman and his army. Though it took time to rebuild what they have lost, life for the Freedom Fighters could not be better. Whether it's finding love or trying to run from their past, celebrating post-war times has been different for each them.

All is well until a silver hedgehog comes knocking on Amy Rose's door to deliver the tragic news about an incredible force that seems to be the cause of the future's destruction.

Will anyone believe the mysterious hedgehog's cry for help? Or will he be left to fight for his future alone? Read to find out!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

POV: Third Person

Masterlist ❀ Ch.1 ❀ Ch.2 ❀ Ch.3 ❀ Ch.4 ❀ Ch.5 ❀ Ch.6 ❀ Ch.7 ❀ Ch.8 ❀ Ch.9 ❀ Ch.10 ❀ Ch.11 ❀ Ch.12 ❀ Ch.13 ❀ Ch.14 ❀ Ch.15 ❀ Ch.16 ❀ Ch.17 ❀ Ch.18 ❀ Ch.19 ❀ Ch.20

Sonic stood at the front of Amy's door. He took a breathe and tried to settle his breathing. His nerves seeped throughout his entire body making his foot tap impatiently.

'Just knock, dammit! Before they catch you.'

'Knock. Knock. Knock.'

Of course his first instinct when feeling this guilt was to talk to Amy. She was the only one capable of making him feel at ease, not to mention her great advice was always helpful to rely on. Sonic was practically biting on his gloved fingers when Amy opened the door.

"Oh Sonic," Amy smiled sweetly as she moved over to let Sonic in. "I didn't know you were going to be here. Come in, I have some blueberry iced tea if you want some."

Sonic entered quietly, his hand fidgeting from the nerves he felt. Usually, he was able to control the feelings he had for her. He has been doing it for years, but after the fight he had with Silver, it was as if his nerves were out of control.

'Get a grip man! No one knows you're here so there is nothing to worry about. Just tell her everything you need to and then get on your way.'

Meanwhile, Silver managed to catch a glimpse of Sonic as he entered Amy's house. Silver felt his eyes widen and glow when the door closed. Even from where he was standing, Silver could feel the nervousness pondering that Sonic's heart and mind were filled with. However, he couldn't find any indication of why he was so jittery.

"He better not do what I think he is going to do!"

There was so much information that Sonic could tell his mother.

'He can expose my real name, or how she is my mother, and Shadow being my father! Or even worse, that blue bastard can tell my mother that he has always loved her and plead his sap story about how he was so blinded by his over-confidence and failed attempts at making her jealous that he can't take it anymore and he must confess! This is a complete disaster! She is already insecure about Shadow actually liking her and Sonic can possibly win her over! I have to stop this!'

Silver began to panic as he paced on the sidewalk in front of Amy's house. If anyone were to see him, they would deem him insane, and he wouldn't blame them.

"What do I do? I can't let him say anything that would hurt my future! Or my father for that matter. I need to get inside! If Sonic sees me, we would have to fight again and-" My voice trailed off. I hated the feeling of having to fight him. It didn't feel right having to defend myself against the only uncle I have left in the future, not to mention the pain of knowing that someone from my own family wanted me dead by his own hands. "I need to stop this!"

Silver clenched his eyes in frustration when, out of nowhere, he felt his body become light, lighter than it's ever been. He felt nauseous as he opened his eyes and saw he was in his mother's kitchen. Silver looked at the teal aura shimmering off his body as it began to disappear.

'How did I get here? Did I just-?'

"I teleported." Silver's voice was quiet, and he had a proud smile on his face as he sunk to the floor. "I teleported!" He then snapped out of his state of awe and placed a hand over his mouth, forcing himself into a state of seriousness. He needs to know why Sonic was there and what he was going to say before intervening. 'Focus. I can't let them see me. Yet, anyway.'

In the living room, Sonic sipped his iced tea in silence as Amy watched him gleefully. She couldn't remember the last time she was alone with him, and the possibility of having a heart-to-heart conversation excited her.

"How's everything going with Sally? I'm sure you're excited about the wedding. Although," Amy laughed nervously. "I'm sure the wedding is the last thing on your mind because of everything happening."

Sonic's chest felt a bit of hurt at the mention of Sally's name. He didn't want to come here to talk about Sally. He came to confess. He needed to make everything right the way things were meant to be. Amy was meant to be with him, and he would do anything to have her.

"I meant it when I said I was happy for you. If this were seven years ago, I would be furious and demanding that you break up with Sally and marry me instead," Amy giggled and took a breath before continuing. "Looking back on it, I'm glad you rejected me all for all those years. I feel like I wouldn't have been a good match for you. But you and Sally are truly something else. I've never seen you so happy before."

Sonic set the now empty glass of iced tea on the table. Her words felt bittersweet against Sonic's eardrums. He appreciated them, but he never wanted to hear them again.

'Family. I'm nothing but a brother to her, am I?'

Sonic bit his lip anxiously, and Amy stared at him with great questions in her eyes. Meanwhile, Silver stayed crouched down out of view of the two. His teeth were slightly clenched as he attempted to regain his composure. He could feel Sonic's undying love for Amy and his longing to tell her.

'I'm ready to pounce on you the moment you even mention loving her Sonic. My uncle or not, I will defend myself and my father.'

"You know," Sonic raised his eyebrow at Amy, who was avoiding his gaze and twiddling with her fingers. "I hate to say it, but I am jealous."

"You are?" Sonic felt his heartbeat rush and his cheek grow slightly hot. "Of who?"

'Was she jealous of Sally? Does she love me too? Is this...what I think it is?'

"Of you silly," Amy giggled and poked Sonic on the nose. "Seeing you so happy with the person you love, and them being happy and loving you back. I wish I had that with him."

"With him," Sonic felt his bottom lip quiver, his face growing warm, but not with embarrassment, but dread. "W-who?"

Amy blushed and set her hands firmly in her lap. She hadn't told anyone about her feelings for Shadow, mostly out of fear of how they would react. She didn't want to hear any criticism of her choice of who she loved. She dreaded a repeat of what happened when she had a crush on Sonic. She would get harshly teased and criticized by her friends to the point she would cry herself to sleep at night. There was no way she was going to relive that now.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to hate me?"

Sonic blinked at her words and chuckled loudly. Amy softly punched him on the arm and crossed her arms to declare her annoyance with him.

"Sorry Ames but," Sonic moved closer and caressed her left cheek with his hand. "I could never hate you. Please, tell me who it is."

Amy grew slightly uncomfortable with his touch, especially since he was going to marry her best friend in the near future. She moved away from Sonic, making him remove his hand from her face.

'Damn, I made her uncomfortable didn't I?'

Silver had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his uncle did something to his mother to make her feel uneasy and conflicted. Several things ran in his mind, and he wanted neither of them to be true.

'One more wrong move and you done Sonic. I don't care if my mother is in the room or not, I won't be holding anything back this time.'

"I love Shadow."

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baronessblixen · 2 months ago

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I know people are poo-pooing the podcast with Gillian as being the same as his other ones (it's not. He has 3, 3! Sections for her. 2 are premium listens), but he doesn't have this depth of engagement. Even with Jason, there was a great comfort but still somewhat of not fully letting his guard down to maybe be hurt.

My theory is to embrace these two and support their story so that they know they have the Fandom support and are willing to feed us more. We are a safe community here to embrace you, Gillian and David, and your story with open arms, open hearts, and a willingness to gobble down whatever you feed us for the sake of getting to know the X-File that is the Mulder/Scully to David/Gillian paradox.

Why this convo with Gillian is different other than those 2 having claimed to be BFF at some point:

Case in point: 1. Asking her about the moment she thought their relationship was dysfunctional (his plane story). He didn't know if it was the same one (we didn't get to hear her event), but this opened him up to ANY of their tense fights, BTS events, etc. in which he would have to possibly defend himself if he was made out to be the bad guy.

Point 2: saying that he felt she ditched him. He expressed a feeling of loss OF and BY her. I took it as if he felt rejected by her. A man expressing this emotion, from my experience, is trying to connect with someone in a deep manner to heal personal and intrapersonal pain or ruptures in the relationship. Let's not forget that David is of a generation in which men were taught to be "macho" and tough, but he is sensitive it seems. So, putting this out in permanent podcast world is a foray into showing a "human emotion" that is not necessarily stereotypical for him and of men from the Boomer era. Yeah, he's a poet but it's easier to write than to say. Plus, how often, in all of their interviews, did he express such a deep and personal emotion? I am genuinely asking the last question because I would like to know where I have gaps in my info.

I read that some viewers see this conversation as a "goodbye" and that's fair. It is a closure to the unending question of "why didn't you get along?" They gave us an intimate look into the why and hopefully began to close that discussion part of their past because they did overcome it as fans saw with their closeness at the IWTB red carpets and during the promos for the revival seasons. Personally, I see this conversation as a new beginning for them.

They came back TOGETHER! She could have zoomed. They didn't have to share the drink (I got the impression it was shared. Dammit you 2, release the video!:))

I personally didn't see any poo-pooing. I do agree that it did have a certain depth that may not have been as obvious as in the other episodes; the Jason Beghe one, as I've said previously, came close, though. Might have been different because the friendship is different. That one in particular was very open and vulnerable, too, though.

We really did get three sections - and that really is new. It's like, let's really talk about something substantial on this podcast, and have the rest be a bonus. I felt like they could have talked even more in that bonus content. And THAT is special to me, too.

I'm not sure how much they care about fandom support. I mean they know we wanted this (a lot) and in that way, part of it, was performative. Most of us really are out here with open arms, though, just waiting for them to feed us new content like this. I mean say what you want, but it was heartfelt, and it was fun. No matter what, there is just something between them that makes you want to watch and listen.

I wish Gillian had given an answer on when they were most dysfunctional. I think he really did some soul searching and I just love that. To me, his apology felt honest. I think there's still so much between them that they probably should talk about without an audience (but probably won't).

I was surprised that he said he felt like she was quitting him when she said she was done. I know some people see that as him making everything about himself, but some people only work things out by relating them to themselves. Personally, I find it so profound that he thought she was leaving *him*. And I'm glad it made him reevaluate her feelings when he left the show. I agree with you that this felt like someone trying to heal personal and intrapersonal pain. I don't think they've ever been so openly emotional in interviews before and that's because it was always in the frame of the show and promotion. This podcast was about them (well, and failure - but in relation to each other).

Interesting that people view this is as a goodbye. Fair, sure. We all see things differently and come to different conclusions. I personally don't see it like that. Like you, I see it as a new beginning for them, and I truly hope they will continue the conversation. For me, there was no closure (for us) on why they didn't get along. I mean obviously lack of communication, but I think that's only part of it. They gave us a glimpse and it's on them to close that chapter in private.

Right? They could have zoomed! They obviously wanted to do this in person. I love that for us and them. DD said they were sharing. It was just so sweet. I'm so glad we got this.

#lovely anons #i started rambling so more under the cut #thank you for this lovely ask dear anon #the podcast #they really gave us this

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broodybuck · 1 year ago

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Title: Slow Burns Are Overrated

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, social media AU, no powers AU, pre-serum Steve, booktuber Bucky, internet famous, top Bucky, bottom Steve, couch sex

[ao3 link]

Steve's not the biggest reader, he can admit this. But he is obsessed with watching one, very specific booktuber online. And alright, fine, Steve will admit it's only because the guy is hot.

Bucky Barnes can talk anyone's ear off about every novel Steve has never touched, but Steve will watch every single minute that Bucky uploads. As long as his beautiful face is on the screen.

Bucky doesn't talk about much else other than books and his cat Alpine who makes an occasional appearance in his videos. And so, Steve truthfully had no idea where the guy lives. He could've guessed New York simply from the slight accent in his voice but the city is huge and maybe he's from New York but has moved away. There are a thousand excuses Steve could tell himself when he happens to walk into the man himself in the small Brooklyn bookstore down the street from his apartment.

And yes, Steve doesn't read. He actually has never stepped foot in the place before today but he was walking past it and instantly thought of that cute face he watches online and just thought, why not? So he walked in for the first time ever and right into Bucky Barnes. Just as he was rounding the corner from the romance section because of course that would be the section he was browsing.

Steve's stunned the moment he recognizes the brown, wavy hair in front of him. The cute, dimpled face he's replayed for hours on end.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Bucky says but the words only ring in Steve's ears because the voice matches, the face fits. It's Bucky freaking Barnes standing in front of him! He can't get over it.

"Are you okay?"

Steve quickly blinks out of his trance.

"What— um, yes. Sorry, I'm sorry for bumping into you."

"It was my bad, I wasn't looking," Bucky defends with a smile.

Dammit, that smile looks gorgeous on him in real life. Steve's mouth falls open slightly, he's so staring again.

"Romance fan?"

"What?" Steve asks shaking himself free again.

Bucky motions to the book in his hand. Steve looks down to see the romance novel he picked up. It was the last book Bucky raved about on his channel. A gay romance about two boys from the city. Steve couldn't help himself, he got curious.

"Oh, um. Actually, I'm not much of a reader. Trying it out."

"Well, that one's really good," Bucky tells him. "One of my personal faves."

"Yeah, I kn—" Steve stops himself. He can't humiliate himself anymore by admitting how often he watches this man on his laptop. "I've heard it's good, I mean. Hopefully I like it."

"I hope you do, let me know."

"How... would I?" Steve stammers like an idiot.

"I'm gonna be reading in the back. I spend most Sundays here. If you drop by, maybe I'll see you again," Bucky says, he even sounds hopeful.

Steve can barely form words, he's too shocked. He bites his tongue and nods.

Bucky smiles and walks around him to head to the back of the store where comfortable chairs are sprinkled into the corners.

Steve knows exactly where he'll be next Sunday.

~~~

Steve has never read a book so damn fast. He reads the entire novel in a week. Which for him is unbelievable. He knows Bucky can read a book in a few hours, he's documented this many times.

Still, Bucky doesn't have to know how long it took Steve. All that matters is that he can go back to the bookstore and tell Bucky all his thoughts.

The next Sunday, Steve finds him right where he said he'd be. In the back corner of the store, nestled into a deep red armchair with a novel in his hands.

He looks lovely, Steve takes a moment to stare until Bucky's eyes catch the slim figure lingering ahead of him and looks up.

Steve raises the book in his hand in a desperate attempt to prove why he is standing there.

"I read it," Steve says, stepping a little closer so he doesn't need to speak too loudly. He stops in front of the chair Bucky's sitting in. Bucky stares up at him with those bright blue eyes. Steve swears his legs could give out at any moment now.

"What'd you think?" Bucky asks.

"I loved it!" Steve exclaims and little too loudly. He winces and blushes. "Shit."

Bucky chuckles and stands so they're more eye to eye. Except they're not because Bucky is taller than him, so now those blue eyes are angeled down at him. Steve's not sure which is worse.

"I'm glad, what was your favorite part?"

Steve answers without really thinking, just genuinely blurts out what he liked best, "How much they wanted each other."

Bucky's eyebrows raise high and Steve's face goes hot.

"I mean, the build-up. You know? I guess I like a slow burn — I heard that's the word for it," Steve rambles on and leaves out that he learned all these terms from Bucky himself.

"Yeah, slow burn," Bucky smiles. "I like that too."

"Yeah," Steve nods and then suddenly, he's lost at what to say. He looks down and clutches the book tightly in his hands.

"If you liked that one, I could suggest a few more," Bucky offers. Steve's eyes jump back up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Bucky says and starts leading them right back to the romance section. "How steamy do you like stuff?"

"Steamy?" Steve asks like an idiot. What else could steamy mean? But it's too late. Bucky turns around with a smirk on his face.

"You know, raunchy. The book you read is pretty tame. But if you want more spice, I know a really good one."

"Yeah, I could do with more spice," Steve lets slip and he can't believe he's just said it.

Bucky looks pleased though. He spins back around and scans the shelves for a mere second before finding the book he wants. He hands it over and Steve recognizes the cover immediately. It has orange flames and a rose on the front. He remembers Bucky reviewing it in one of his recent videos and rating the book a level 5 for spice. That's the highest level. Steve's face burns just thinking about it.

"G-great," Steve says nervously. "I'll let you know what I think when I'm done."

"I definitely want all the details," Bucky croons.

Steve's eyes go wide at the impish tone in his voice. The idea that he wants to talk about all the sex in the book. And god, Steve wants to go over every last naughty word with him and he hasn't even read it yet.

He rushes home to do just that.

~~~

Steve beats his previous record and finishes the second book in four days. Bucky would be proud, he thinks. And then he remembers every sex scene in the book — which was twelve, he counted — and gets hot all over just thinking about them. They were so graphic and all Steve thought about while reading them was Bucky.

He still has a few days before Sunday. So, in the meantime, Steve opens his laptop and sees a new video uploaded from Bucky. He clicks on it and begins watching right away.

Bucky starts out with his classic introduction and then gets into the books he's read this week. He holds up a book Steve recognizes and it takes a second for Steve to recall it's the book Bucky was reading in the store last week.

Bucky begins reviewing the novel with a soft smile. It's such a coy, sweet smile that Steve smiles too. He can't believe he's met this man in real life, he can't believe — Bucky's talking about him?!

Steve replays the clip.

"I guess that's what happens when you meet a cute guy in the bookstore. Leaves an impression on you, so I'm bumping this book up to a 3.5 rating."

Steve blinks and plays it again. His ears must be deceiving him but no. Bucky's talking about how he has fond memories of the book because of who he met while he was reading it last week. And Steve knows it was him. Saw the very book in Bucky's hands. Was at the same bookstore with him.

Steve sucks in a breath. Does this mean he actually has a chance?

~~~

Bucky's in the very same chair when Sunday arrives. This time, when Steve steps into the back corner of the bookstore, Bucky notices him immediately. Almost like he was waiting for him. He stands and smiles happily.

"Hey."

"Hey B—" and that's when Steve realizes they never exchanged names. And when Steve realizes how creepy it is that he knows exactly who Bucky is and hasn't told him yet. "I'm sorry."

Bucky looks at him funny.

"I uh, know who you are. I watch your videos," Steve confesses.

"Oh," Bucky responds simply. Steve can't tell if he's mad or not.

"I should've told you. I just couldn't believe I happened to run into you."

"So, you're actually a reader?" Bucky asks.

"Oh no, that wasn't a lie," Steve laughs. "The day I met you was the first time I ever stepped foot in here. You uh, inspired me... kinda."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you get that all the time," Steve assumes.

"Not really."

"You don't?"

"Most of my viewers are already long-time readers and most people who come up to me don't even want to talk about books, they just tell me I'm hot," Bucky explains.

"I can't exactly argue there," Steve says quietly.

Bucky smiles, surprised, "I wouldn't mind it so much from you."

Steve rubs his neck awkwardly.

"I uh, watched your last video. I thought you might've been talking about me."

"I was," Bucky confirms and it feels surreal to hear.

"You're... interested?" Steve whispers.

Bucky looks confused, then frowns.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"I mean, I kinda got the feeling but you're like way out of my league."

Bucky shakes his head, "Man, I've been waiting all week to ask you your name and now I'm out of your league?"

"No, you're outta mine! You could have anyone," Steve readily corrects and hears how ridiculous he sounds. "And it's Steve."

"It's nice to meet you, Steve," Bucky smiles, ignoring everything else.

Steve smiles much too wide and looks away.

"Um, so I read the book you recommended," Steve lifts it up in his hand. "It definitely had spice."

"Wanna talk about it over coffee?" Bucky offers.

Steve stares at him. Perhaps it's the romance books talking or maybe the unexpected confidence that emerges from Bucky Barnes telling scrawny Steve Rogers he's in his league.

"I got coffee at my apartment."

~~~

He's making out with Bucky Barnes. Holy shit, he's making out with Bucky Barnes on his couch, Steve thinks as he straddles the man and sticks his tongue in his mouth.

He never thought it would get this far. Then again, he knew what he was offering when he suggested his apartment and Bucky didn't really hesitate... so there's that.

Bucky grabs him by his waist and shoves him down against his crotch. Steve has to pull away to moan at the gloriously hard friction between them.

"You know, I don't usually do this," Steve decides to say then.

"Right," Bucky breathes, "you like slow burns."

Steve grins and kisses him for that. Their kiss turns desperate again and soon they're pushing off each other's clothes.

"This slow enough for you?" Bucky teases as he's pushing the head of his cock in. He'd been opening Steve up for the past twenty minutes so Steve's well and ready for nothing slow.

"Slow burns are overrated," Steve growls.

Bucky laughs darkly.

"Fuck slow burns," Bucky agrees and then pushes in further.

He's still going much too slow for Steve but the burn is delicious so he decides he can pick his battles. He waits until Bucky bottoms out and they both make a satisfied noise at the feeling.

When Bucky starts fucking him in earnest, Steve's suddenly reminded of his surreal reality. His internet crush with 800k subscribers is fucking him in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon.

"Jesus, fuck," Steve hisses.

He's definitely not going slow anymore, thank god. Bucky's fingers are digging holes in his skin, holding his hips back as he keeps fucking him harder and faster.

"Fucking christ, Stevie," Bucky says, the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. "You're so tight."

"Split me open," Steve grits and right when he says it, he realizes that was a line from the book they both read.

Bucky groans like he likes it and swears again.

"I'm close," Bucky rasps.

Before Steve can urge him on, all of Bucky's weight pushes him down into the couch and Bucky lies on top of him pumping his release into him until he finally slows and breathes heavily by Steve's ear.

"Did you?" Bucky asks.

Steve shakes his head and Bucky lifts up instantly. He turns Steve over, grabs his cock and starts stroking him. Pressing breathy kisses along his jaw until Steve comes.

"Fuck," Steve breathes turning to look at Bucky.

"That was amazing," Bucky smiles. He kisses him on the lips, hard and long enough that Steve feels like he can go again. Bucky pulls away still breathing heavy.

"Better than all those romance books?" Steve teases.

Bucky playfully glares at him.

"Way better than fiction, sweetheart. You're a goddamn dream."

#stucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky smut #oneshot #top bucky barnes #bottom steve rogers #pre serum steve #social media AU

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duhragonball · 2 months ago

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Enter the Casinoverse: Why I Don't Like Multiverse Stuff.

I probably should be resting instead of writing, or at least writing stuff that actually counts towards my writing goals, but dammit, this is how I relax, and I finally found a way to tackle this topic properly.

Over the last decade or so, I've come to loathe all the multiverse fare in pop culture. This is probably because it's gotten so overexposed in media, but also because comic books were running it into the ground well before I was born. When I actually got into comics in the 90s, a lot of the older fans used to pine for the "good old days" when DC had a multiverse, and everybody was constantly teaming up with their Golden Age self to fight their Evil Universe self. DC keeps teasing bringing the Multiverse back, and sometimes they even go through with it, but it's like they can never get it quite right or something, but they refuse to just commit to anything, and that's one reason I don't read DC comics anymore.

These days the Marvel Cinematic Universe keeps horsing around with the idea, and even using "Multiverse" in one of the movie titles. I haven't watched the Dr. Strange movies, but my idea of a good Dr. Strange story is Doc traveling through a dimension that looks like a Salvador Dali painting, battling Lovecraftian horrors by uttering spells that rhyme. Then he goes home to hang out with Namor and the Incredible Hulk, and Queen's "It's a Kind of Magic" is playing the entire time. But sure, have Benedict Cumberbatch screw around with AU Reed Richards and revisit some of the dirt-worst Scarlet Witch stories ever written, all for the sake of setting up Phase Five. Sounds good.

Here's the problem: The whole premise of a multiverse story is that none of it matters, because somewhere out there is another set of universes where everything turned out differently. There's a DC direct-to-home-video cartoon about this, where the Justice League battles their Evil Counterparts, and the Evil Batman is named Owlman. His plan is to destroy the entire multiverse, including himself, because he he's a nihilist. Faced with an infinite reality where every possible decision has already been made somewhere else, he wants to blow up the entire thing, because that's the only choice that can actually matter.

I like Owlman's speech, but he's a dope. Batman stops him before he can go through with his plan, but it still doesn't matter, because even if it worked, there would still be an alternate reality where Owlman didn't destroy the multiverse. At best, he can only wipe out parts of it, because it goes on forever. Owlman believes there's some "Prime" universe from which all the others originated, but he has no way to know for sure. I guess he doesn't need to actually be capable of destroying reality to be a good villain. His frustration and willingness to try is sufficient.

Nevertheless, the multiverse concept is deceptive because it seems to raise the stakes. Instead of fighting for one world, the good guys have to fight for many worlds! What could be better? But ultimately it lowers the stakes by presenting too many shortcuts and loopholes. Instead of defending one home which is precious and irreplaceable, the heroes have to live with the knowledge that there are infinite copies, and they could just as easily switch over to one of them when things go wrong. Instead of getting to know other characters with diverse backgrounds and histories, they wind up bonding with alternate versions of themselves.

I'm trying to be careful here because I've heard the Spider-Verse movies are quite good, but I haven't seen them yet so I can't comment on how they might have gotten the formula right. My best guess is that they focus on very different versions of Spider-Man. Miles is different from Peter who is different from Miguel, etc. They seem more like the Green Lantern Corps than a multiverse concept. A fraternity of superheroes with the same powers, that just happens to be operating across multiple Earths instead of outer space. "No Way Home" went the opposite direction, with three Peter Parkers all being amazed that they each had an Uncle Ben who told them about great responsibility, like this is some big revelation.

The multiverse premise also suggests a broader canvas for greater creativity, but in practice it always seems to mean repeating the same ideas over and over. Hence the Council of Cross-Time Kangs, or the Flash teaming up with himself to fight... himself. Or the MCU revealing that Dr. Doom will be played by the same guy who already featured heavily in nine of their previous movies. You'd think an infinitude of universes would open the door for all sorts of bizarre ideas, but instead they just use it to bring back dead characters like Loki, so he can join the Time Variance Authority, which in the comics was a bureaucratic organization made up of identical men who all looked like Marvel Comics editor Mark Gruenwald. Loki's job in the TVA was apparently to apprehend... another Loki. Brilliant.

I'm not saying these projects can't be successful, or even well-told. Again, a lot of people were high on the Spider-Verse stuff, and it looks pretty cool. I need to check it out. But I've seen lots and lots of stories that get it wrong, or use it as a crutch, or present it like some novel concept that hasn't already been going on for decades. The TV show "Sliders" aired from 1995 to 2000, and its opening credits had to explain the premise, probably because general audiences weren't familiar with the concept. That was a quarter-century ago. And I got bored with "Sliders" after the first season.

You might be wondering how Multiverse Stuff is different from Alternate Timeline Stuff. And you're right, the two ideas tend to blend together a lot. My personal definition is that an Alternate Timeline depends on some sort of time anomaly or time travel to exist. For example, in "Back to the Future II", Old Biff goes back from 2015 to 1955 and gives his younger self the sports almanac. This creates the "Hell Valley" timeline where 1985 Biff is rich and powerful. When Doc and Marty go to 1955 and destroy the almanac, the "Hell Valley" timeline is prevented and it no longer exists.

By contrast, the parallel worlds seen in "Sliders" or DC's multiverse appeared to be permanent fixtures. They may have been spawned by decisions made in some "prime" reality, but they couldn't be un-made like "Hell Valley". DC's Earth-2 was a place you could just go to whenever you wanted, but "Hell Valley" only existed for as long as the future almanac was in the past.

This was something I liked a lot about Terminator 5. It had its problems, but the movie's premise was kind of fun for a fourth sequel to a time travel movie. Both sides of the conflict have been using time travel to win their war, but there's only one world, so all of the characters remember events from timelines that no longer exist because of all the tampering. They each have ideas about what was supposed to happen, but all bets seem to be off.

So, with all that said, let me talk about the 1995 film "Casino". It's based on real world events involving the Chicago Outfit's skimming operation in 1970's Las Vegas. The names were changed for the movie, and some events are retooled to work better for the movie, but I started reading the book this was all based on, and it's interesting to me how closely the movie matches up so far.

The story is the same, though. I'll stick to the movie version, since I know it better. The mob installs a trusted bookie (Sam "Ace" Rothstein, played by Robert DeNiro) to run their casino, the Tangiers. Ace's job is to run a tight ship and make the casino as profitable as possible, so the Outfit can send a guy into the casino's count room every month to steal a bunch of money. The "skim" is a bit more complicated than this, from what I understand, but the point is to avoid paying taxes on the profits. A made man, Nicky Santoro (Joe Pesci), is sent to Vegas to protect the Outfit's investment.

But by the early 80's the whole operation goes wrong. The FBI uncovers the skim. Ace screws up his marriage and career because he's too stubborn to compromise and too greedy to cut his losses. Nicky defies the Chicago Outfit by trying to become his own boss in Vegas, and the Outfit fails to deal with any of these issues until it's too late. I guess you could call it a tragedy, in the sense that everyone is brought down by the same brutal and venal talents that made them successful in the first place.

What makes the movie so awesome is how inevitable this is. There is no Plan B for any of the characters. Ace's wife Ginger (Sharon Stone) tries to find a way out of her abusive marriage, but every path leads to her demise. Nicky screws up so badly that he can't even go near Las Vegas by the end of the movie. He thinks he still has prospects in the mob, but instead he gets executed for all the trouble he caused for the bosses. Ace gets so focused on running the Tangiers that he loses sight of what he's really there to do: Supporting the skim operation. He survives the events of the movie and ends up living in San Diego, but he'll never again be the big shot he was in Vegas.

The point I'm trying to make here is that there isn't a "Las Vegas 2" these characters can go to and start over. This is their big opportunity in life, the only one they'll ever get, and they all blow it. And it's not just one or two big mistakes that bring it all crashing down. It's lots of little blunders and unforced errors that happen over the course of the movie. It's a beautiful thing, because when you rewatch the film, you realize just how many chances they had to save the thing, and they kept zigging when they needed to zag.

For example, let's talk about Joe Bob Briggs. The host of TNT Monstervision got a small part in "Casino" as this Nevadan Slot Manager named Don Ward. I'm not even sure what his job was in the movie, except to watch the slot machines and make sure his area was clean. Ace says he had to hire Don Ward because his cousin-in-law Pat Webb is the county commissioner, and they need support from local officials like Webb to maintain the mob's control of the Tangiers.

Later in the movie, Ace fires Don Ward for general incompetence. It's not clear what Don did wrong, but someone won a bunch of money on his slots, so Ace is sure there was cheating going on, since the odds of winning that big are astronomical. Don was either stupid enough to let it happen, or he was in cahoots with the cheaters, so either way, Ace wants him out. This upsets Pat Webb, who tries to talk Ace into hiring Don back as a personal favor. But Ace refuses to budge.

And this is a big mistake, because throughout the whole movie, Ace has been running the casino without a gaming license, and relying on a loophole that lets him do the job as long as his application is still pending. Before, everyone was willing to look the other way, but now that Ace has angered the county commissioner who handles those applications, Pat Webb fast tracks the application and it gets denied, making Ace's position even more tenuous.

And from there Ace becomes more worried about vindication and getting his license than his actual job: Supporting the skim. If he had just kept Don Ward on the payroll, and tolerated his incompetence, then maybe things could have been different. Maybe some of the other dominoes in the movie wouldn't have fallen. But he made his choices and the movie played out the way it did.

So when you watch the movie, it's tempting to play What If and imagine things going a different way. This is what Multiverse stories try to do all the time. Ace Rothstein meets his AU counterpart who still runs the Tangiers and patched things up with Ginger and Nicky. Then they team up to fight an Ace who ratted everyone out to the FBI, which I guess is just Lefty Rosenthal, the real life guy Ace Rothstein was based on.

The problem is that the alternate scenarios don't make sense. Multiverse stories love to present ideas like "What if the Nazi's won World War II?" but they neglect to consider whether such a scenario is even possible. The whole "infinite worlds from infinite choices" concept presumes that every scenario is equally possible. The Nazis didn't win World War II, and they probably never really had much of a chance, since their strategies usually involved taking badly needed oil resources from countries they hadn't finished invading. It's more complicated than that, sure, but when you learn more about the war, you begin to realize just how steep the odds were for Nazi Germany.

But I didn't want to get into all that historical analysis, which is why I'm talking about the movie "Casino". Joe Bob Briggs' role in the movie is a little easier to discuss. What if Ace rehired him? Ace wouldn't re-hire him, though. He was too stubborn and arrogant to go back on his decision. Pat Webb warned him of the consequences, but he stuck to his guns. Whatever money loss Don Ward caused for the Casino was surely a pittance compared to the eventual loss of the entire skim operation, but Ace couldn't see it that way.

Well what if he could see it that way? What if hats were ants? Look, if you rewrite the story where Ace Rothstein always does the most logical thing, he never would have gone to Vegas in the first place. He never would have gotten involved with organized crime in the first place. He wouldn't have been a bookie in the first place. He would have become an accountant or something.

Or take Nicky Santoro for example. He got too big for his britches and started doing mafia stuff in Las Vegas because no one else was doing it, so he had no competition. Great, except the reason for that was because the Outfit purposely suppressed that kind of crime in Vegas in order to encourage tourism. More tourists means more gambling, which makes the casino more profitable and the skim even greater. Everyone wins, as long as Nicky stays quiet and does his actual job: Protecting the skim.

But Nicky couldn't do that, because he was too ambitious and aggressive to just sit around waiting to respond to trouble. And all the bosses were 1700 miles away, so he could start robbing jewelry stores and hotel rooms and dating Ginger behind Sam's back without any consequences. Well what if he just... didn't do all that? What if he stopped and realized how badly that would mess things up? Because if he didn't make those kinds of mistakes, he wouldn't be Nicky Santoro! That's why!

The simple fact is that Nicky is a violent, ambitious man. When he wants something, he takes it. That's the character. He can be reasoned with, but only to a certain extent. Early in the film, he shakes down bookies for money. Later in the film, he tries the same thing with an investment banker, as if that's the same thing. To him it is, because he thinks he's invincible, but to the rest of the world, its ridiculous. The bookies can't stop him because no one in law enforcement would care if they got whacked, but an investment banker can go to the authorities. There is no alternate universe where Nicky Santoro is a chill guy who only does bad things when his superiors tell him to. Because that guy wouldn't be cut out for the mafia in the first place.

This is why alternate timeline concepts work better, because there has to be an inciting incident that creates them. Trunks goes back in time and warns Goku about the androids and the heart virus, so now we have a timeline where Goku lives and one where he died. And we don't have to trouble ourselves with 500 other universes where Goku doesn't like to fight, or 37 realities where Goku is a porn star, or that one AU where he got the bit role in "Casino" instead of Joe Bob Briggs.

This is why I got sick of "Sliders" back in the 90s, because they would find themselves in an alternate universe where women overthrew the patriarchy, or the British won the Revolutionary War, but they would never adequately explain how those things happened. The one where the women run everything was especially insulting, because one of the characters reads a history book and explains that the women just got fed up one day and took over. Like, that's it. It's that simple. It's the most interesting aspect of the show and they don't even bother with it. If it was a time travel story, then you'd have to show a character going back in time and actually doing something to cause history to change, and then explain why that one change worked.

This is why "Back to the Future II" works, because it's simple enough to understand that if 1955 Biff knows the outcome of every sports event for the next fifty years, he can win big by placing bets with bookies, like the Earth-7 Ace Rothstein, who never went to Las Vegas and became a bookie in Hill Valley instead. It's the same Biff, with the same wants and desires and flaws, but now he has an advantage that he didn't have before, and we can see the character taken to the logical extreme.

I suppose this is the gripe I have with that animated movie version of Owlman, becuse it's kind of silly that an ominverse-killing nihilist just happens to still be similar enough to Batman that he throws knives and ropes and such, and he dresses up in a Batman costume even though he's supposed to look like an owl. It would all work a lot better if he was just a whole new character without any ties to Batman at all.

I don't really have a neat little conclusion to put on this. Studios are probably going to keep milking mutliverse fare until it stops making money. The idea will never entirely go away. It's not the worst thing in the world or anything like that, but I do sort of wish everyone else was getting just as bored with it as I am, so that we could move on to some other cliche, like boat chases, or sexy assassins.

And this is where it's nice to just write my own stuff, because at least I can make my own stories where the Time Patrol doesn't get bogged down with Goku-on-Goku action.

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elliespuns · 10 months ago

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Little TMI here but honestly I don’t have a label on myself because it STRESSED ME OUT!!! Of course no hate to people who do label themselves I totally support but one thing about me, if I love you I will NOT care what genital you have. We are not totally sure what Dina could actually be but one thing for sure is she’s my baby & I will defend her at all times. The last of us is known for its LGBTQ+ representation as well with beautiful story & visuals, all the characters are my babies but it makes me uncomfortable if when the whole sexuality of the character is confirmed people deny it. Like look I don’t particularly mind if a man likes Ellie or the way a woman likes Abby as long as they are NOT denying their sexuality. Could Abby secretly like girls? Maybe but completely denying that fact that she could absolutely not like men gets on my nerves. Ellie though that’s a different situation it’s quite clear she likes girls & when men say they can change her or sexualize her as a kid it makes me so uncomfortable. As much as I love the last of us fandom there is rude & ignorant people in here & it ruins the wholesome & comforting feeling.

ANYWAY EVERY TLOU CHARACTER IS MY BABY & I WILL DEFEND THEM FOR LIFE, except for David ew…

True. That's why I was trying to say that people shouldn't really dwell on whether to call Dina bisexual or lesbian because there was never a scene where she would tell us how she felt about her sexuality in the first place.

She might as well be pansexual or demisexual, for all we know. So if people are here to pick on straws, or in my case, calling me out on calling Dina a lesbian in one of my posts (I dared to call her and Ellie 'weird ass lesbians' because it was fitting for the situation and it was actually just my humor talking), they should also realize that calling her bisexual might be as 'disrespectful' as calling her lesbian since none of us know how she feels about her sexuality anyway.

I had a few people 'lecturing' me about Dina not being a lesbian but BISEXUAL after I shared the post (I swear, do people even know me and my sense of humor, dammit?). Calling me out on it as if I didn't know she has a damn baby with a guy. Like, thank you for telling me! I've been new to this fandom, and I had no freaking clue when literally one of the storyline's plot twists was that Dina's pregnant. *sigh*

I think people get touchy too easily today. And not even just about themselves, but about fictional characters too. I mean, yeah, I love my babies too, but I've never heard Dina speak up about her sexuality. So unless we know what she labels herself with, I don't really think that people calling her lesbian with a grain of salt is disrespectful.

What do we know, hm? Maybe she was sick of guys and completely switched? Maybe Ellie's mesmerizing eyes and her magical pussy made her go full-on lesbian.

I hope I don't need to specify that I am joking (again). But hey, the point still stands. Calling her bisexual or lecturing people online that her actual sexuality is bisexual is also just based on assumptions.

I am open-minded about Dina's sexuality since we don't know how she would label herself. So I did really mean no harm by saying she and Ellie were 'being weird ass lesbians'—I mean, this is the internet and Tumblr. Not everything is meant to be taken so seriously.

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4townie · 1 year ago

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Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

“So the part of the theater with all the vending machines is still under construction.” T said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “So not only do we have to survive without snacks, but apparently all my hopes and dreams are just meaningless.”

“Awww, babe.” Z patted his back supportively.

“That’s so unfair.” Taeyoung whined. “I’m practically starving.”

“Hi, Practically Starving.” Jesse smirked. “I’m Jesse.”

Taeyoung giggled. “What?”

“Don’t encourage him by laughing.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “That’s like the fifth Dad joke I’ve heard this morning. I don’t need to hear any more.”

“Dude, what’s happening to you?” Z furrowed his brow. “You only make one or two Dad jokes a day.”

“Yeah, lately your Dad energy has been amplified or something.” T agreed.

Robaire started grinning. “Would you like to explain yourself, Jesse? Or shall I?”

“If you keep lording our relationship over everyone, I’m gonna tell them what Selina calls you.” Jesse narrowed his eyes at Robaire.

“Wow, okay. Just expose me then…”

“Is this about your little intervention last night?” Taeyoung looked between the two of them. “Because I heard a lot of whining and I was starting to think Jesse was keeping Marcel in his suitcase or something.”

“Dammit! I should’ve thought of that three weeks ago.” Jesse crossed his arms, earning a nudge from Robaire. “OW! Okay, okay fine.” He sighed. “I was whining because…Selina’s pregnant again.”

“If you’re about to use that to justify stealing my bagel this morning, you’re whack.” T responded casually.

“I was trying to eat my feelings and you already had two slices of pizza for breakfast.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “I mean, you had pizza at seven in the morning. Who even does that?”

“We’re in New York, man.” T crossed his arms. “I’m not wasting this opportunity to have real pizza.”

“He says to an Italian.” Taeyoung snorted.

“HELLO?!” Z stopped them. “Are we just gonna ignore what Jesse just shared with us? This is really big news for him, guys.”

“Oh, right.” Taeyoung facepalmed. “That’s really cool, Jes. I’m sorry I called you a whiny loser, this totally changes everything.”

“Awww, thanks, Tae—” Jesse paused. “You said I was a what?”

“The best I can offer is a nod of acknowledgment.” T explained. “I’m very awkward about these things.”

“Yeah, when my sister-in-law announced her pregnancy, he got up and left the house.” Z nodded. “But at least she loved the flowers he brought her the next day.”

Jesse’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’re going to get me flowers?”

“Sure. If you replace the bagel you stole.” T narrowed his eyes.

“I WAS EATING MY FEELINGS!” Jesse defended himself again. “I needed that bagel more than you.”

“If that was true, I wouldn’t be hungry right now.”

Robaire let out a heavy sigh. “This is just like the barbecue all over again…”

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Art from the last scene here!

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town z #4town aaron t #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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weirdestbooks · 5 months ago

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The Shot Heard Around the World Chapter One

Washington Accidentally Started a War (Wattpad | Ao3)

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July 2, 1754

"Lieutenant Colonel Washington, you wanted to see me, sir?" Thirteen Colonies asked as he stepped inside the small building at Fort Necessity, shaking his head lightly to dislodge raindrops.

‘If he tries to send us home, we should start a mutiny.’

‘Or we leave in peace because we won’t need to make things more difficult.’

"Yes, Thirteen Colonies, I did. I wanted to know why you are here." Lt. Colonel Washington asked. Thirteen Colonies straightened his back at the question.

‘We’re here because we thought it would be a nice trip. What do you think we are here for?’

"Well, sir, I prefer not to leave my people to fight my battles for me. If my people are going to fight, then I will fight with them, sir." Thirteen Colonies responded. Everyone always seemed surprised when he chose to help his people. But his people never abandoned him, even when things seemed dire, and he would do the same.

‘Besides, it’s our job.’

‘And despite what Britain thinks, we are more than capable of caring for ourselves.’

"That's a noble cause, Thirteen Colonies, but are you sure you can handle being in a fight?" Lt. Colonel Washington asked.

‘Why do you think we can’t? Is it because Britain always says we can't?’

Thirteen Colonies felt his anger rising at the question and took a deep breath to calm himself before responding. Why did people always assume he couldn't fight or protect himself? Maybe he was just a colony, but that didn’t equate to helplessness. His Father would not stand for a useless colony unable to fend for itself.

"With all due respect, Lieutenant Colonel, but I fought in King Philip's War and have been involved with other skirmishes with the native people. I am 147. I can handle a weapon." The colony answered. Lt. Colonel Washington nodded. Thirteen Colonies knew he was lying about his age, but as far as anyone needed to be concerned, Roanoke had died. Thirteen Colonies had tried to bring it up before and–

Well, it was better for the past to stay in the past.

"I didn't want to doubt your abilities, but I want you to understand what you're getting into. A fight with the French and their Indian allies is a battle on a much larger scale than colonists against Indians. As long as you try to avoid getting hurt, you will be allowed to fight." Lt. Colonel Washington ordered.

‘Because if we get hurt, Britain will become more overprotective than he already is.’

Thirteen Colonies was shocked. Most people he tried to fight for turned him away because they thought he couldn't fight because he was a colony or Father told them not to.

"Th-Thank you for the opportunity, sir," Thirteen Colonies responded, stuttering slightly. He saluted Lt. Colonel Washington and turned to leave.

"Good luck, Thirteen Colonies." Lt. Colonel Washington said as Thirteen Colonies opened the door.

"Please call me Thirteen, sir," The colony responded before opening the door and returning to the heavy rainfall.

‘I hate rain.’

This is going to make defense of the fort difficult. Thirteen thought as he watched mud puddles slowly form and the trenches by the entrance of the fort flood with water.

‘That’s not good.’

‘This rain is going to make everything much harder.’

Thirteen watched the men cutting down trees and using them to create makeshift breastwork.

"I have a bad feeling," he muttered to himself as he went to join the men.

‘Let’s just hope this doesn’t go badly.’

‘Let’s hope the rain stops. If not, I don't see this fort as being defended very well.’

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11:00 am; July 3, 1754

Thirteen put his shovel in the dirt to dig out the new trench when someone let out a loud cry.

"The French!" he cried, "Fall back to the fort!"

‘Dammit! Now?’

‘We are nowhere near prepared for this.’

Thirteen Colonies followed the man's orders, ran back to the fort, and immediately went for his weapon before then joined the militia.

"They've taken cover in the forest! March across the field and drive them out!" Lt. Colonel Washington ordered. The militia formed a line and marched out of the fort to the forest, where the French and their allies hid.

‘Has anyone ever noticed that getting in a line and marching towards the enemy is a really dumb idea? It’s not that hard for them to shoot you.’

The French charged out of the forest and towards their line. Thirteen Colonies tensed up, nervous. While he could fight, it was always a nerve-wracking experience. Years of experience didn’t change that.

"Hold your ground! Fire a volley." Lt. Colonel Washington ordered. The men at the swivel cannons turned them on the French, but at the same time, the Virginia militiamen ran back to the fort.

‘Where the hell are they going?’

‘Dammit! Victory didn’t seem easy at first, but now? Oh, why did they retreat?’

The cannons were inflicting casualties, but the colonists were outnumbered and would be overwhelmed.

"Damn it!" Thirteen Colonies cursed under his breath. He knows his people have never faced combat like the regulars have, but did they have to flee? They were the militia! He should be able to fight a battle without depending on Father's troops.

‘Britain’s going to be insufferably overprotective after this.’

Lt. Colonel Washington seemed to have the same thought Thirteen Colonies did about their inability to fight this outnumbered battle and gave an order.

"Fall back to the fort!" he ordered. The men on the swivel cannons stayed. As they began to make their way back into the fort, Thirteen Colonies turned around to see the French making their way back into the forests.

Smart. The Colony thought. They have the forest to keep them safe, and we have the fort.

Thirteen’s father disagreed with these tactics and thought they were ungentlemanly. He said they were a sign of cowardice and inability to face your enemy. He called them savage tactics and hated them. To see the French use them would be a delight to him.

‘He always loves to make himself out to be morally superior to his enemies.’

‘Or just superior in general.’

"Glad to see the French acting like the savages they always were," Father would say. Thirteen shook Father's voice out of his head as he made his way into the fort. Heavy fire erupted from the French in the woods as he stepped inside the fort.

"Return fire, men." Lt. Colonel Washington ordered, which they did; however, it seemed to inflict no casualties, even with the cannon.

‘We are just wasting ammunition! We can’t see them, so we can’t shoot them!’

"Damn the French, hiding in the forest and not facing their enemy like a man." A Regular cursed from next to him. Thirteen Colonies looked at the regular, seeing brown hair, blue eyes, and his uniform.

"We do have a cannon and are in a fort. They're just trying to get an advantage." Thirteen Colonies told him. The regular looked at him, seeing his militia uniform, and scoffed.

‘Oh great, someone who has a problem with us.’

"I'm sure you cowardly colonists think that," he said before firing his weapon into the woods. Thirteen felt anger burn in his throat, grip on his musket tightening. He was a colony. Thirteen was an immortal personification, and this human dismissed him like he was nothing.

‘Why do the English always think they’re better than us!’

Not only that, but how dare this Regular call Thirteen’s people cowardly! Thirteen Colonies understood why someone would be upset that the militia fled, but they weren't soldiers and weren't used to fighting large battles like this.

The fighting continued until a soldier with a white flag marched out of the woods.

‘What’s he doing?’

"Are they surrendering?" The Regular asked.

‘Why would they surrender?’

"They probably want us to surrender. They seem to be inflicting more casualties than us." Thirteen said, looking to the side and seeing a dead regular, blood oozing out of the hole in his forehead. His eyes stared at the sky. It might have been a scary sight to a human, but all Thirteen felt was apathy. He had been surrounded by death since he was born. It was a shame humans died, but Thirteen realized their lifespans were relatively short compared to everything else.

Thirteen looked away from the body and watched as Lt. Colonel Washington sent two men out to talk to the French soldier, but Lt. Colonel Washington refused to let him into the fort. The Colony watched the conversing men uneasily until he heard a noise behind him. The Virginian militia had broken into the fort's liquor supply and were proceeding to get themselves drunk.

‘This is a disaster.’

‘Why can’t the militia be more professional?’

"Damn it. I know they aren't soldiers, but this is ridiculous." Thirteen muttered. Father would never let him care for himself if this was how his soldiers acted.

‘Hopefully, he didn’t expect us to keep this under control and won’t punish us for this.’

Thirteen then saw the two men who had been sent out to talk to the soldier come back. He walked over to where Lt. Colonel Washington and James Mackay, the commander of the British Regulars, were. Thirteen Colonies saw them look over a document and have Lt. Colonel Washington's translator, who he now recognized as one of the men who left the fort, reading out parts of it.

‘Britain is going to be furious.’

The colony saw them sign the document before Lt. Colonel Washington announced it.

"We have surrendered Fort Necessity. Lay down your arms, men."

‘I can’t believe this.’

Thirteen dropped his musket with a scowl. This was a disaster, and knowing his father, this meant war.

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"I cannot believe France thinks she can build forts on my land." Father growled under his breath as he paced around the room, "Just because she claimed territory nearby doesn't make that hers."

Thirteen Colonies winced upon hearing that. He was going to enter the room and give Father news about a battle involving said forts, but after hearing his muttering, he knew what punishment he would get.

‘Well, it’s not our fault a battle took place. He can’t blame you for it!’

‘That doesn’t matter. We’re the colonies. We’re meant to have control of these things.

Thirteen exhaled, trying to calm his anxiety, before entering the room.

"Father, one of the people who live in my land got into a fight with the French and was forced to surrender a fort named Fort Necessity," Thirteen Colonies reported, shoving away his human side and letting the cold apathy of his colony take over. Father immediately turned to look at him, his eyes wide with shock.

"There was a battle? How do you already know?" Father asked. Thirteen Colonies remained silent. His father warned him not to get involved in the fighting, as he hated when he did so. He didn’t like when we tried to take control of things ourselves. Even Thirteen Colonies, with all my freedoms, wasn’t allowed to make the choices he did today.

‘Is he assuming we were there?’

‘Well, accurate word doesn’t travel fast, especially on the frontier. He’s not an idiot.’

"Thirteen, were you at this battle?" Father asked, his face turning cold. Thirteen straightened his back, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

"Yes. I was. But it wasn't supposed to be a battle. We were just warning the French to stay away from the colonies! The battle only happened because some of the men with us got caught in a scuffle and killed a French ensign, Joseph Coulon de Jumonville." The Colony explained, voice coming out in a hurried rush.

Britain’s face turned enraged, and he slapped Thirteen Colonies, forcing his head to the side. The colony swallowed and, ignoring the stinging of his cheek, turned back to face his father. He knew his punishment would only get worse if he didn’t.

"If a battle became evident, you should have left. You know you can’t handle yourself in a fight against real soldiers, even if you can handle savages. This battle is something I cannot ignore. I will declare war on France, and you, Thirteen, will not get involved in a battle unless I give you express permission." Father lectured.

‘Oh, come on!’

‘Seriously? Does he have to be that overprotective? We can…we can handle ourselves!’

The loudness of his thoughts seemed to jolt his human side back into place as Thirteen nodded.

‘I sure hope you aren’t expecting us to listen.’

‘He knows that we will never abandon our people.’

Thirteen knew his father did this because he cared about him and didn't want Thirteen to get hurt, but Thirteen wasn't a child anymore. He was 169 and could take care of himself perfectly fine. But he knew Father wouldn't back down. And he knew better than to argue with his father.

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