#a couple of days ago i was rereading it and i was laughing so hard i woke up my sister who was in the next room

[bobfloydssunnies]

there's a hole where something was...

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader (its not a main focus really)

Rating: PG they make some jokes but nothing crazy

Summary: The daggers find out about a couple little secrets Bob has been keeping

Word Count: 2k

Note: This was born from me talking about fall out boy songs I think Bob would listen to and then turned into this wonderful idea after talking about it with @bobgasm and @pinkdaisies9285

I am also posting this before I can talk myself out of it because I've reread it so many times in the last few days I'm starting to hate it just a little

(I may have hidden a couple fall out boy reference into this as well)

Since the mission months ago and the daggers getting stationed closer together more often than not this meant they would meet up and get drinks together. Every night out usually ended up with tipsy games of pool or just talking about life outside work and learning things about new friends. 

Somehow on this particular night out at the hard deck the topic of what everyone looked like when we were younger before their navy days had come up. Which is how we all ended up seated at the tables not far from the pool tables swapping phones around with everyone  showing off pictures of them at various stages of childhood and adolescence and everyone laughing at the questionable outfit choices or bad haircuts. Slowly everyone else had their turn and had left Bob to be the last one in the usual fashion because he had hoped staying quiet would save him from having to show off his own photos. “Alright Bob you are the only one left who hasn’t shared pictures so are we gonna see you in those dorky glasses as a kid of what” Jake threw out across the tables that had been grouped together for us. “No one wants to see them, trust me they are pretty boring compared to everyone else” Bob stuttered out avoiding looking at anyone at the table. Slowly everyone started begging to see pictures and poke fun at him for now wanting to show pictures of himself saying they couldn’t be as bad as some of the others we had seen from the others tonight. Eventually, Bob decided he had enough of the teasing and pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and started scrolling. After a bit of time he seemed to pause and look up at the table and he seemed nervous like whatever he was about to show us would change something. Jake caught on that he was hesitating to show the group his phone and snatched it out of his hand, “No way this is you” he exclaimed looking at the photo causing everyone to flock around him and the phone in his hand. Suddenly everyone was freaking out and throwing questions about his hair and the piercings on his face. “Is that really an eyebrow piercing?” Phoenix asked looking at her wso, Bob shrugged not knowing how to handle everyone asking things at the same time. 

The picture in question showed a younger bob with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, a silver barbell eyebrow piercing on the right, and his hair outside his normal look with it the top being longer and dyed dark with the ends of his hair being dyed red while the sides were cut shorter. “Who knew the little wallflower had an emo phase”, Bob laughed at that knowing there were other things about him that would surprise them more like the tattoos he has hiding on his ribs and upper thigh or the 3rd piercing he’s still got but managed to keep hidden all these years. I smirked after seeing Bob’s reaction knowing exactly what he was thinking.  “What else are you hiding from us?” Bradley asked, noticing both our reactions. Bob gave me a look and I just shrugged back as if to say the ‘choice is yours’. “Let’s just say those are the only piercings I got done” he replied with a smirk, Bob was just messing with them now. Natasha watched you both like she was waiting for one of you to spill exactly what it was or where it was. 

The others seemed to have calmed down from the news that their quiet wso had a secret past and were now making a list of different piercings that they thought he could have. You both knew they wouldn’t guess correctly because honestly, they wouldn’t expect Bob to have his nipples pierced. Bob looked good with the lip ring and eyebrow piercing, but him shirtless covered with a little sweat showing off the little collection of tattoos on his ribs and the nipple piercings was a whole other vision to behold. The list of piercings and where they had been/are included his ears (varying types for this one), his tongue,his nose, someone suggested a belly button piercing and they didn’t seem serious about it but someone joked about having a dick piercing.

As the others broke off into little side groups dropping the discussion of what other secret their friend has, Bob took it as a chance to go get drink refills up at the bar and leave me to my own thoughts. It would be easy to show off the piercing Bob has hidden away just not in the current setting we were all in because there is no way to really do it without Bob taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar and Penny probably wouldn’t appreciate that. But since hearing the list of piercings and the theories that up from the discovery about their teammate I could stop looking the general direction of Bob’s chest and how someone hadn’t caught on to the not so subtle staring was amazing because Bob was dressed in a loose button up outside his usual casual t-shirt and some nice jeans. And since talking about him I couldn’t stop thinking about what he has hidden under his civvies and uniforms. Near me someone cleared their throat breaking me from my thoughts and making me look away from Bob while he leaned up against the bar waiting for our drinks , I looked over to see Fanboy who seemed glad to have caught me looking at Bob “any thoughts to share with the group” he asked with a grin “ these aren’t ones y’all need to know about Bob” I reply feeling a heat creep onto my face “oh having some fantasies about baby on board” Jake jokes “at least someone thinks about me like that” Bob shot back as he returned from the bar.

After that it went back to being a normal night out just having drinks and catching up and playing darts, singing at the piano with Bradley and of course taking over the pool tables. When they eventually started up the games of pool it let you pick the best spot to watch Bob as he leaned over the table to take shots. He seemed to have caught up to why you had exactly picked the spot you had or had caught you staring earlier before rejoining the group because he seemed to have no shame in trying to find way that made sure his shirt moved just enough to show more of his chest of than necessary or he’d move just right to have the shirt rise up a bit had show off just a sliver of his stomach. 

The current game was maybe half way through when a gasp fell from someone's lips you were unsure who’s but it seemed to silence the group and got Bob to look up from the shot he was about to take. A confused “what” came from the group but wasn’t answered instead I noticed Natasha staring at Bob from her place opposite him as the pool table “So nipples piercings is the other one you got'', Bob grinned “surprised Tash” he asked while pulling himself away from the table. “Gonna be honest, had you pegged more as a guy to go for a nose ring or maybe your ears” she replied smiling “I gotta keep y’all guessing I wouldn’t want to come off too boring” he joked. The others joined in joking about his choice of piercing and started asking a bunch of other questions about them. “Are you even allowed to have them like does it go against regs at all” Bradley asked “ I mean maybe but I’ve had them for awhile now and no one has said anything it's not like I can hide them really during physicals and med evaluations” Bob replied before standing next to you. “Why didn’t you get rid of them when you stopped wearing the other two?” Fanboy asked “Oh I got them after I joined and was done with basic and most of the training like I had a decent amount of leave saved up and just decided to do it one day” Bob explained like it was obvious. “Why are we just now finding out about them though like it’s not like its something easy to hide I mean I’m pretty sure we’ve all seen you change at some point at time in locker room or ready room at work” Payback asked from his spot beside Fanboy “I cover them up usually when I’m on base just to avoid people seeing them or any other problems like them getting caught or me forgetting to put in the right jewelry I’ve learned its better to prepare for a possible problem than to be unprepared and hope one doesn’t happen plus it make it easier for myself that’s some of why I wore my shirt that day during dogfight football before the mission” everyone was silent like they were trying to picture it or just come up with something else to say “you know I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen you shirtless” Jake said “thinking about Bob shirtless now Bagman” I joke “no, pretty sure that your job” he shot back “hey I don’t blame you I mean between the piercings and the tattoos it’s a nice view” I say looking at Bob, who had a flush to his skin after my comment. “Tattoos too!” “Oops” I said sheepishly. “It’s just like 8-10 small ones that are random little things on my ribs, and some on one of my thighs. It's not like some big piece," Bob said, shrugging it off. I felt a little bad letting it slip, he had tattoos but Bob didn’t seem to be upset with me and was just more uncomfortable to still be the center of attention.  

The pool game was long forgotten at this point and the conversation had moved to everyone talking about their own tattoos and what they were getting next or already had ( everyone learned Bradley has a little goose on his ribs for his dad). I pulled Bob a bit aways from everyone to let us both have a moment together away from your friends “I’m sorry for telling them about the tattoos babe” I say holding his hand. “It’s alright darlin they would have found out eventually plus all this coming out makes it easier to add the new stuff we’ve been talking about” he smirked. You and Bob had been talking about him getting new tattoos and maybe looking into some other piercings (once you find the time to look through the navy regs to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems for him at work) and the more time you had spent talking about it the more excited you both got it was probably for different reasons but you both wanted to see the art on Bob’s body grow. After a bit of time alone Bob takes us back over to our friends who are still stuck on talking about tattoos and what they can and can’t get done because of the navy rules. Natasha notices us both and pulls me to the empty chair next to her making me drag Bob along with me “Hey Tash” I say sitting down, “I can’t believe you never told me about all this that’s what our hang out are for we talk about our partners” she said pouting, okay so she’s a little tipsy “Trust me Tash I wanted to but I know Bob hasn’t told you and I didn��t want to share incase he didn’t want you knowing for some reason” I tell her honestly. Bob it seemed like had been roped into answering Payback and Fanboy’s questions about how much piercings hurt to get done when I heard Javy ask the question of night I’m sure “So you gonna try and get any more things done or is this are far are you’re going with the look”. Bob looked over at me and winked before responding “Who knows maybe inspiration will strike soon and I’ll show up with something new”. 

[incubusnero]

Tales from the Little Black Book + 1 / ?

A couple years ago For the most part the entire trip has been rather uneventful. While there were a few people in the Tiber Bay that caught my eye, the moment I spoke to them I knew it wasn't meant to be. There's so many men who see the sea and adventure from below deck but claim to be these wild pirates and everyone can see right through them. I'm not here to slum with someone scrubbing the galley.

I decided to skip the isles and bothered Nari into taking me to Caribella and I truly owe her a favor for doing so. Because I met him. An actual pirate, a local to Caribella with his sunkissed skin and his curls. He laughs like he doesn't have a care in the world and it's so different from anyone I've met around Eterna. I will have to tell Eridani that she has won our bet, she was right, I did actually find a pirate to sigh dreamily at. It's hard not to when he's animatedly talking about his travels, the ways of the sea, this captain of his. Anyways, so we first went down for a walk down by the docks after a few pints, he showed me a spot the locals loved and .... And then the inn hallway... Over a barrel of wine... The hammock situation was new to me though. On the beach, tied between two trees a sheet big enough to sprawl out in. Secluded enough to feel private because again, Robin knew a spot. It's one of the few times I've wondered how many other people he's taken here. Bit hypocritical. Anyways... We laid there together afterwards just talking about nothing, my fingers drawing patterns on his skin, connecting freckles. I was going to miss it. So things do not go as planned. I didn't think they would, I don't think I could spend an entire three months with one person. But he makes me want to and I might be a fool but I am not foolish enough to think I could ever replace a ship and the open water. And so... It just keeps happening, us running into each other, spending time. I don't even care for sailing but we make a day of it, the two of us. It's been maybe a month of this and it feels too easy. There's shades to him that are darker, I know laughter to disguise pain when I see it. Two more weeks were spent together, making it six weeks I spent making moon eyes at a singular man. A new record, probably, I'll have to go back and reread to be certain. He can keep his soul and his smile, I won't indulge further, I can't compete with the sea. I sail back to Eterna tomorrow. I told him maybe he'd see me again some day. I left him a cologne.

Robin Top notes - Rose petals, lemon Middles note - salt, lime Base note - musk, actual sea water Smells like the breeze coming off of the ocean

[bonesandthebees]

hello bee!! Had a tiiiiiny, baby-size depressive episode + panic attack over the weekend. But GREAT news, I created an infinity cube out of Lego while in the trenches. Autism win.

I did have to upgrade my little stim-toy carrying case, since. If you remember me, I’m the anon who mentioned ordering a pinned moth and set of magnet stims when the whole Wilbur situation started overflowing. So my Altoids tin of fidgets got too small after I suddenly had two new ones within a few days, lol. Found a good zipper-container for them. Little spinny-ring, Lego infinity cube, and a set of stick magnets, nice and portable now.

My moth is still on the way :) I’m excited for him to come home.

I started writing on a few of my wips again. It’s been slow going, especially with university. But it’s nice going back to the stories I’ve been working on. I still have to build my stamina up again, I am finding it difficult to sit and write for hours at a time, utilizing his character for as long as I used to. But I’m getting better :)

Just have to give it time, work on it slowly. And it still IS fun. The character is different than he is, and while it’s a bit rattling, it’s just part of the process.

It’s not really an ask. Just an update. But I do feel better than I did a a few weeks ago :) I have some tea. My fidgets. A moth on the way. A haircut appointment in a few days. Found a couple new video-essay channels to watch.

Remember to take care of yourself, too, Bee <3 thank you for looking after all of us and our thoughts. So excited to see more of your writing. I think I’ve gone back and reread this year’s Halloween-special fic six times or so. It’s been a big inspiration for a horror-y SBI writing project of my own :) the suspenseful writing is just so fun.

I'm gonna be so honest I read the phrase "I created an infinity cube out of Lego autism win" and laughed so hard. I love that for you so much /gen

hooray for having so many stim toys you need a bigger container for them!! sounds like you have a great collection going. very excited for you to get your moth!!

yes, just give it time. it's great that you've already started trying to work on your wips again, but don't feel like you have to rush it. while I mostly feel settled about things, I'm still waiting to go back to trying to write any of my wips. take it slow and just be mindful of how you're feeling and all that.

sounds like you have a lot of nice little things going for you right now and I'm so happy about that :)

I'm doing my best to take care of myself. got myself to write some qsmp stuff today so hoping to start posting this wip soon.

also picture me as one of those crying cat emojis rn because I'm so happy you reread that halloween fic. it's literally one of my favorite things I've written and I hold it so near and dear to my heart I'm so glad you enjoyed it <33

[trensu]

I've recently reread Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall, and I can't help but think it'd be a fun modern day steddie au.

It's a bit of a stretch, probably, but Eddie could work at a struggling, obscure charity. Not sure exactly which role, but the charity is so small it doesn't even matter because if any of the, what, five or so people who work there get caught in a scandalous situation it would mean bad, reputation-ruining press for the group. And Eddie getting photographed while he, idk, drunkenly makes his way home after a quickie in the alley behind a bar or smth is MOST DEFINITELY bad press. Now, Eddie may not care what people say about him, but he also doesn't want to be responsible for the charity's collapse either. He's not heartless.

In order to rehabilitate his public image, he needs to get himself a respectable boyfriend. You know, so he could be a PR-friendly type of gay. Does conforming to heteronormative expectations for his hypothetical queer relationship make him wanna grind his teeth to dust? You bet your ass it does!! But again, he can't have the death of the charity weighing on his conscience.

He's bemoaning his plight to his bestie Chrissy, who has the brilliant idea to hook him up with Steve Harrington.

"No. Nope! No fucking way," says Eddie. "He's a dick who thinks he's better than everyone else!"

Chrissy gasps in offense. "Not true! Steve's actually a really sweet guy, and I know if you just gave him a chance, you two would make a great couple!"

"Chris, I already gave him a chance. Like, two years ago at that Halloween party. Put the moves on him, took him home, and I woke up completely alone, fully clothed and sadly untouched the next morning. And the one time someone thought we were together? He laughed. Like the thought of dating someone as low on the social ladder as me was absurd. The guy hates me!"

Chrissy looked completely baffled. "Well that doesn't make sense at all! Robin said-- nevermind, there must've been some misunderstanding."

"I know you find this hard to believe, my love, but your girlfriend is, on occasion, absolutely and completely wrong," Eddie crosses his arms defensively. "Whatever. It doesn't even matter because it's not happening. And he's not even my type."

"Now that's a lie. He's totally your type," Chrissy counters smugly. Damn her for being his best friend for nearly a decade and knowing him better than anyone else on the planet. Eddie, maturely, sticks his tongue out at her, which she immediately reciprocates because they're besties for a reason.

"Even if he wasn't," she continues, "he's exactly the kind of person you need for this! He's a Harrington, for one." Chrissy starts ticking off fingers. "He chose to work at a public school even though he could've gotten a cushy, better paying job at his dad's company. Not to mention, his inheritance is big enough that he doesn't even need to work!"

"Ha, so he's stealing jobs from more qualified candidates to fuel his own ego!" Eddie tries, but Chrissy narrows her eyes so venomously it makes Eddie feel a twinge of guilt for the admittedly baseless accusation.

"And, and!" Chrissy plows on as if Eddie hadn't interrupted, "he volunteers at after-school programs for underprivileged kids. You literally cannot find a more wholesome or attractive guy for this. I mean, his own parents still parade him around occasionally when they wanna score brownie points with the press."

Eddie opens his mouth to make a snarky comment and instead grimaces when Chrissy kicks him under the table. Then she metaphorically kicks him in the teeth with the most sugary sweet tone when she finishes her last, most pertinent point.

"Besides, beggars can't be choosers."

Eddie throws his arms up in dramatic defeat. "Fine! Fine. I guess I can at least give this a try."

Chrissy squeals excitedly and starts tapping rapidly on her cell. "I'll let Robin know so she can help set up a date!"

Eddie drops his head in his hands and lets out a pathetic, drawn-out groan of misery.

"Trust me, Eddie-bear, this is gonna work out perfectly and you can thank me in your wedding speech when you two get married!"

--

One week later sees Eddie walking into a restaurant that is so far out of his price range it might as well be on another continent. He feels severely underdressed in his only pair of unripped black pants and the wine-red button down that Chrissy bought him for his birthday that was a size too small and pinched uncomfortably across the shoulders.

Steve spots him from the table he'd picked for them, and stands up as Eddie approaches like some kind of old timey gentleman. Eddie is abruptly certain that if Steve had been wearing a hat, he'd have removed it respectfully as if Eddie were a proper lady. He goes so far as to pull out Eddie's chair for him. A part of Eddie melts a little at the treatment, but a larger part beats that part with a nail bat and feels a bit condescended.

"Eddie, hi," Steve says with a tight smile. "It's, uh, it's good to see you."

Eddie swallows down a sudden bout of nerves. He sees Steve's eyes flicker down, and for a brief, completely insane moment, he thinks Steve was following the line if his throat down to where he had left a probably less than appropriate number of buttons undone on his shirt (which he cannot be faulted for because seriously, Chrissy should know his shirt size by now). But no, of course not, because Steve's eyes continue down to look at the wine list at their table.

"Hey, yeah," Eddie responds awkwardly. "Um, same."

The silence that follows is, in a word, excruciating. Eddie is seriously tempted to take the nearby fork and stab himself in the neck just to escape. So of course when the silence is broken its because they start talking over one another.

"Did you want to look at the wine m--"

"So how expensive is this--"

They stop simultaneously. With another tight smile, Steve gestures for Eddie to go on. Eddie clears his throat.

"I was asking what the price range is for this place? It's not my, uh, usual scene so I don't really know what to expect."

Steve's smile warms a little. "Yeah, no, don’t worry. I'm paying. "

Eddie can't even enjoy the small change in Steve's smile because the trailer trash kid in him reared its head at the implication.

"No! No, jesus, that not what I meant," Steve interrupts. "Look, I picked the place so it's only fair that I pay for this da--uh, outing."

"I can pay for myself, you know," Eddie snaps. "Just because I didn't have a trust fund doesn't mean--"

Eddie scowls. "No, I'd rather pay for myself, thanks."

Steve sighs and looks like his wants to pinch the bridge of his nose like a fed up school teacher. Which, good. Serves his privileged ass right.

"Listen, just let me pay this time. Please?" He barrels on before Eddie can protest. "If it helps, the chef is one of the kids I used to babysit when I was in high school, okay? She only started working here a couple of months back and I want to support her. She's fantastic, I promise. Worth every penny. But you know how it is. No matter how good you are at something, there's always moments of doubt and she's had a rough week."

Steve finishes with stubborn set to his unfairly handsome jaw. Jesus H Christ, what was Eddie supposed to do with that? Of course Steve had to have a stupidly cute and sentimental excuse to pay. Now Eddie will be the asshole if he kicks up a fuss.

"Fine," Eddie begrudgingly relents. The smile that forms pretty pink lips is one of the sweetest Eddie's ever seen. It crinkles the corners of Steve's eyes. Eddie swallows nervously and goes back to fiddling with his fork. There's a fluttering in his chest that he's trying hard to convince himself is heartburn. It isn't.

Fuckfuckfuck.

Steve's started pointing out different dishes that this El person apparently invented herself, but Eddie can't focus on his words. He's too entranced by Steve's voice and the way his whole demeanor relaxed when he started talking about El. Eddie again contemplates stabbing himself with the fork.

He's so fucking fucked.

[safetycar-restart]

My lessons are pretty boring so I came up with some thoughts

Charles just loves being a good boy and he loves spending time with you. So he uses every moment to just be with you. When you're cooking a dinner, he is sitting on the counter and watching. When you're working, he is always next to you watching something on his laptop or looking at you. Even when you're painting your nails, he is sitting beside you and watching. He loves observing you.

At first it was a bit uncomfortable, his eyes were always at you and you just felt watched. But time passed and you eventually got used to it. And now you like it too. His gaze is always so loving and admiring, soft smile playing on his face. And you know you couldn't love him more.

Sometimes he likes to help you. He cuts vegetables for dinner or trying to paint your nails. And he is so happy!! Because he's a good boy, he's helping his mommy! And you're just happy to let him help you. Even if it's nothing big, you know how badly he wants to please you and how proud he is of himself. After all you just want him to be happy, having your personal little hepler is just nice addition.

- 🪸

Oh my god I love this so much. I received this ask a couple days ago and I've been reading and rereading it ever since cause it's so good? I adore this.

When you first got with Charles, his constant attention was unnerving. It felt like he was judging you, closely watching you to catch any small error.

But no, that's not it at all. He isn't judging you, he would NEVER judge you. He just... he loves you? So much? And so he always has his eyes on you, always wants to watch you.

Why would he waste a moment with you? He'd much rather be watching you make dinner than sitting in the living room watching tv or scrolling through his phone, because you're not in the living room. Why would he be there if you're somewhere else?

I think it would take him a while to ask to help you though. Not because he doesn't want to, he's wanted for ages, but because he's so scared of messing up?

Since the first time he watched you paint your nails, he's wanted to help you do it. But what if he messes up? What if you aren't happy with it? What if he ends up making your life harder?

He couldn't stand the thought of that.

But over time he began to realise that you'd never be upset with him for that, and that you want him to be happy. Helping you would make him so happy, so he knows he would be being a good boy if he asked.

And he's so nervous the first time he helps with your nails!! But he focuses so hard, putting all his concentration into it and he does so well. Sure he messes up a little, but honestly he does so well and he calms down when you show him how to fix it.

His friends always laugh at how he seems to never be able to remove his eyes from you, but he doesnt even notice that they're laughing, because he's way too busy watching you.

And nothing, and I mean nothing, is better than when you look up from what you're doing and look at him. Cause his mommy is looking at him!! His mommy was looking for him!!!

He smiles so wide, immediately coming towards you for a forehead kiss cause he's just so overwhelmed by warm, happy emotions.

[raggstorice]

HI HI IM IDIA/AZUL/JAMIL ASK ANON AGAIN the hcs you made are so cute like. Acsflmffrd actually. Also yes I LOVE AQUARIUM FROM AO3 i discovered it a couple weeks ago, and the amount of times ive reread my fav chapters. delicious MM

if y dont mind me asking again.. can i ask for vil/jack? maybe i havent been looking hard enough but this seems like more of a rare pair, which surprises me because the potential is SO THERE, beauty and the beast vibes are insane. yeah srrey for rambling AHAhaha

AHHHH OMG I FOUND YOUUUU

I was so worried you would never see my post :(((

Anyways I won't be doing this as a romantic pairing since Vil is Canonically 18 and Jack is 16 which makes it Illegal:( But I'll do them Platonically!

(I operate by the motto: If the grades don't touch. Neither do you.)

Headcanons!

It's canon that they were childhood friends so-

They built Snowman together every time it snowed regardless of how tiny the snowman ended up

Vil helped teach Jack's lil sister how to catch fireflies and she laughed like the baby laugh babies do and it was the cutest thing EVER(totally not based on my experiences)

Jack was Vil's little protector.

Vil did not need protecting.

Eric Venue(Vil's father) was like Jacks second father.

Eric was always there after a long day in the snow with two piping hot cups of cocoa

Nowadays Jack and Vil and a little distant but they've stayed close

They meet up every morning to run together (Canon)

Vil helps Jack with schoolwork whenever he needs it

Vil comes over to Savanaclaw and once he leaves Ruggie is just like "So who's your friend! He was so sweet😊"

Jack was flabbergasted.

Apparently since Ruggie grew up in the slums he's never seen any of Vil's movies.

Leona hates it.

They're so besties coded

(Authors Note: Sorry I couldn't do it romantically it just makes me uncomfortable :( )

[diarydialect]

hey y'all (by y'all i mean the bugs in the carpet because nobody reads these shitty confessions)

my last post was 10 minutes before he texted me to say "i think it's better if we stay friends" and that he wants me to promise me that i won't hurt myself. (yeah right okay bud lmao)

needless to say, i relapsed.. hard. i was a wreck and couldn't even look at him the next day i saw him. oh and that day? it was his fucking birthday. i had to pull myself out of bed, pretend i wanted to live, walk past his huge birthday present, and force myself to walk through the dark doors of that horrible school. all without breaking down. he never got his gift.

i was so unstable and would reread our texts constantly. i was so obsessed with that asshole that i would spell his name in my blood so that i could forget about him by the time it soaked into my skin.

i was just starting to get over him and i was clean from cutting for 39 days, i was finally starting to like myself and not care about what anyone else thought.

then i go back to see my mom. her and her husband are arguing daily, my poor baby siblings sit there and listen to it, and all i could do was imagine them ending up just like me.

i told my therapist i felt empty and like there was nothing left for me. she told me that she isn't equipped to deal with patients who self harm and she's threatening to abandon me just like everyone else.

my dad tells me i'm overreacting to everything that happens. i don't think i react at all. i couldn't cry over a dead pet, why would i overreact to someone breathing loudly? (he was right, i "overreacted" because i'm an asshole who hates her family and needs everything to go my way. definitely not because of sensory issues and the fact that everyone pisses me off)

i fucking lost it when i saw a picture of my loving and ever-so-charming boyfriend and another girl sitting under the fireworks and doing everything we used to do. hug, hold hands, lean on each other, everything that made me so happy two months ago. i remembered everything he did to me and freaked out. i started relapsing every day, sometimes every couple hours. it hurt so bad but i couldn't take it out on the people who hurt me so i had to do it to myself.

i still feel so empty and even my best friends can only temporarily fix me (and it doesn't even feel real when i laugh with them)

but i'm 14 now so that's great, happy birthday adelaide/alexandra/whatever the fuck you think you are right now

11:46 pm - saturday, july 6th, 2024

[atozfic]

HAHA i'm happy i was able to make you laugh!!! i hope you're having a good time as of late :3

tbh knowing the deadlines of all the assignments in a module sounds sooo convenient - i'm a little envious ! i just know i would procrastinate so hard and then the deadlines would eat me alive 😎

the timing on this is so silly (positive) because we're talking abt academic systems when i actually just got to england to study abroad a couple of weeks ago. getting used to the system here is so much of me going 'idk we ball' during seminar and debate 🤓 and on top of that i literally reread a twist of a knife the other day bc it lives rent free in my head LOL little coincidences in the world hehe

(part 4758326 of me answering asks WAY too late but...)

knowing all my deadlines is great, until i spend all my time not doing my assignment until it's due in 2 hours because of a spicy combination of demand avoidance and task paralysis 😭😍

if you're still studying abroad, i hope you've managed to adjust more to the system, i can't imagine how jarring of a difference that must be 😭 "idk we ball" is how i'd describe most of my lecture experiences though, so ig you're on the right path

[akai-anna]

hiya, it's your DCMK gift giver! has it really been over a week?? sorry for not messaging you before then--- but! Your gift should be coming out sometime on February 11th :D Although, I'm not sure what time zone you're in, so give or take depending on when I've posted it that day?? Either way, it's coming your way! No way to stop it! I'm really grateful for the patience you've given me, thank you! ^_^

I'm glad your interview was good, and that your job is enjoyable! It's always such a relief when that happens, huh? But gosh, I'm glad no one was hurt when your car was destroyed too! I hope the damage hasn't caused too much trouble for you guys?

Things have definitely settled down further for me--- it feels like things always happen during the holidays! But I guess they're just more memorable because they happen during that time of year? Either way, February will hopefully be great!

gahhh the elementary squad and our two shrunken adults make me so emotionalll

And oooo! I remember seeing posts about your reread a semi-while ago! I love watching old episodes and stuff, but I admittedly haven't reread the actual old chapters in a while! How has it been? Noticed anything that's been drastically changed compared to current chapters?

as for my fic preferences, honestly i'm pretty open to anything if it's good, but fic about the early-ish game (ran, kogoro, conan, detective boys & Haibara, takagi, etc) cast is usually the ones i like and understand the best ^_^ Identity reveals is one of your favored tropes, right? How do you imagine that would like. Actually Play out in the series?? Or how you would like it to play out?

And soulmate AUs too! What do you think you like about that universe? DCMK has such surprisingly good soulmate AUs--- it's probably one of the only fandoms where I see a good chunk of platonic soulmates, which is always nice

SHOW ME ALL THE PICTURES OF YOUR DOGS I WILL NEVER COMPLAIN (if A Dog Looked At Me and asked for something I would Simply Do It) how long have you had her??

and oohhhhhh those old manga sites ey? That's so cool! I know it was like a long time ago, so no pressure to remember, but would you say there was anything different about the story/characters in Hungarian as opposed to English? I remember reading a couple of books whose characters have like, a *completely* different vibe in their original language compared to English

first fandom experience is all indeed a treasure-- i was always a lurker in my early days, but it is so nostalgic, isn't it? and hahaha totally not obsessed at all for me too *sweats and laughs as well*

it does feel like coming home :,)

for moi? how I got into detective conan? Goshhh it's weird because i have a very specific memory when I was younger of watching the rollercoaster episode in the english dub (censored blood and everything) at 2 AM on adult swim or something? And I was like, INTO the episode and the episodes following it so much, but then I never found it again! And then like, years later, I find the NEW episodes and start watching it, and then realize that's where that very specific memory came from! It was hard to find the old episodes at that time, but I searched high and low of the internet for them, eventually found them, and got into it! And, well... here we are too!

Oh! I feel like I should have a new question with every ask, so lemme ask another. You said Conan's usually your main focus (and honestly, probably with me too, he's the fandom's special lil guy), right? If you like making headcanons, do you have any personal headcanons for him?

I feel like I ask quite a few questions in these asks, haha, so don't be obliged to answer all of them~!

I love hearing your thoughts too, so I hope we talk again too! Sorry again for the wait, even if you said no pressure. Anywho, I hope you have a relaxing day ahead of you ^_^

HELLO THERE DARLING, I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!

And thank you for letting me know!!! I'm currently GMT+1, and I will definitely keep my eyes peeled on that day. *vibrates excitedly*

Either way, it's coming your way! No way to stop it!

I also love how this sounds so positively ominous! *laughs*

And gosh, truly no problem! It's the least I could do! Thank YOU for your willingness to be my gifter and all your effort!

And it's certainly nice, having a job that doesn't stresses me out 24/7, and allows me to breathe. And one that I find joy in, so far. It really makes a difference.

And thank you, we are glad that no one got hurt. As for the car... *cringes* Let's say that we have some new expenses to think about. We'll... manage something.

Holidays are always super busy for us, and yeah, usually life has a way of striking around holidays for sure sdjfnfkjsg- (Partly why I decided to join this exchange: not happening in the holiday season, which means less stress and more time to have fun!)

I'm happy to hear things settled down a bit for you! May your February be great and blessed! <3

THE ELEMENTARY SQUAD AND OUR DEAR FAKE CHILDREN ARE GOOD AT THAT. I especially love how the friendship affects both sides: so much inspiration there, gosh.

Still doing the reread, yup! (Currently in the middle of the Okino Yoko case.) Going slowly thanks to me wanting to do way too many things at once and life being life and throwing unexpected responsibilities my way which I need to attend to.

Nothing truly new so far. Though, my opinion has been the same for a while on Olde VS New chapters. Cases used to feel more genuine, and had different vibes. They felt more organic in a way. New stuff is just... well, let's say I generally don't have a flattering opinion on new content. I tend to like little scenes or interactions, rather than the whole cases now. Somehow older cases feel like... even if they didn't advance the plot, they felt like there was a purpose to them, other than just stalling for time. Newer non-plot related cases feel a bit... empty? Transparent? I'm not sure what is the right word to describe it. (Perhaps the best way to put it that the heart/passion/love is missing from them?)

I personally tend to go back to older chapters a lot: there is just so much charm to them, and they bring me so much comfort. (Same with rewatching.)

But as I'm also rewatching the anime (oh dear) it's interesting to see the differences between the anime and manga. Earlier anime tends to deviate from manga in some cases (like adding the Detective Boys to the mix from episode 1, or changing some of the plot for certain cases), while in the middle-ground the anime includes extra scenes (which are not in the manga). Also one can observe how earlier episodes have a faster pace to fit 1 case into 1 episode (and thus cutting certain manga scenes), while later on they make episodes slower paced... But I'm realizing that I'm rambling again. *coughs* Moving on.

*taps chin* Given that information, I have a couple fics in mind. *nods* I need a bit of time to gather the fics I want to rec you, so I'll be getting back to this!

THIS ALSO REMINDS ME!!! THAT I HAVE READ AND CAUGHT UP TO THE MOST RECENT UPDATE IN FORGED! Gosh this fic, bless you for reccing it, I absolutely ADORE IT: the way the author took both stories and merged them in such an organic way, keeping the charm of both... Such great execution, and I'm in love with the character interactions in this, truly, thank you, I can safely say that this fic now made it onto my Eternal Favourites list.

And gosh, yes, I'm generally weak for the identity reveal trope ( and not just in DetCo, but others too, like Miraculous Ladybug or Danny Phantom).

And... I have very different answers for How It Would Actually Play Out and How I would Like It To Play Out.

A very short summary (sorry, had a long day and my battery is low, brain is slow) of how I imagine it would go in Gosho-Canon: Shinichi only tells Ran he was Conan (not the full extent of all, I think, just parts of it) only after the BO is down, Ran forgives him without much issue, and a most general happy ending. Marry, kids, and the like, or being back to the old everydays (but now dating). Kazuha might be told too, but I sort of think Gosho would gloss over that detail. I'm not sure how the Detective Boys would fair in this situation, I sort of feel their situation might be glossed over too.

As for how I would like it to play out: at this point in time Ran (and I want to think Kogorou too!) would have already figured the Shinichi=Conan thing out and stuck with that belief (HELLO, SUSPICION ARCS? ALSO OCCHAN IS A DETECTIVE AND EX-POLICE OFFICER?) OR Shinichi would have already told Ran (HELLO DESPERATE REVIVAL ARC? ALSO THE VERY FIRST NIGHT OF CONAN'S EXISTENCE?). And I want to think Kazuha would be in the know too, at this point. (Either told or figured it out herself.)

But if you mean without alterations to the current canon: I think Shinichi would finally tell Ran about PART of the situation (perhaps in a rush bc of danger or after BO take down) be it as Conan or Shinichi. I believe Ran would need a lot of time to think on this (all those lies, the gaslighting [I don't use the word lightly, I really think it applies here], the breach of trust), but I think she, being the kind, gentle yet strong soul she is, would forgive Shinichi. Shinichi would need to work hard to regain Ran's trust, but I think in the long run, they would work it out, since they are very important to each other (as I ramble about it in this particular Relationship Bingo ask, ShinRan is the ultimate example of the soulmate trope to me). Compared to how I imagine Gosho-Canon, this would take a lot more time. And this would also include telling the kids about the situation, and Occhan, and Kazuha too, and some of Shinichi's other allies too. (All the bonds and connections he made as Conan, gosh, GOSH, so many, I refuse, REFUSE to believe Shinichi would just let these bonds go. LIKE ONE TAKAGI WATARU!!!!)

Now I'm curious how you would see this go down, so I would like to throw back the question at you: how would you imagine (be it altered or not-altered from canon) the reveal play out?

I think what I love about the soulmate trope... is the potential. I love seeing various interpretations of the trope, be it romantic or platonic. How the concept of soulmates are treated in universe (is it common? is it rare? is it special? also what is the view on soulmates?) and by the characters themselves (do they see it as determinism? do they want to ignore it? are they fond of the concept? or even obsessed with finding their soulmate?), and what the people involved in the soulmate bond make of that connection.

And yes, there are so many good platonic soulmate fics in DCMK fandom! (I go on the hunt regularly so I know, haha.)

More Rosie Pics Incoming: LOOK AT MY TINY BABY GIRL.

(And gosh, same, I Adore Dogs so much, SUCH DARLINGS THEY ARE and I'm weak-) And I've had her since she was a tiny fluffball -

(God she used to be SO TINY. Well... Tinier.) - when we brought her home on one memorable May 1st, 10 (!!!!) years ago.

It was a pretty cool site for sure, and something very unique at the time (for Hungary at least). As for what was memorable and different... I guess some names and Heiji's accent! The fan-translator at the time tried to localize them.

It's not the manga, but since we have the first 2 seasons and the first movie of DetCo dubbed in Hungarian... Shinichi/Conan has more of a cheeky vibe to him, than in the original Japanese. And there are some really hilarious (in a good way) words and phrases he uses. So Much Attitude In Such A Small Body.

Very nostalgic indeed. :3

And I love how you have that very specific memory, especially of the first episode! *laughs* It is certainly a case that leaves an impression (high velocity decapitation kjdfnkjgnkd). Your story also reminds me of my first anime experience a bit. :')

And gosh, he is really the fandom's special lil guy for real (and I love that). And I sure do (and I adore headcanons)! But it's also late, and I have an early day tomorrow too, thus no headcanons today. Though, I will definitely include some headcanons about Shinichi/Conan together with my fic recs for you! -> EDIT: HERE IS THE POST WITH SOME RECS AND HEADCANONS!!!

Dear. Darling. Please. I LOVE QUESTIONS. I just tend to ramble too much, so it takes me time to answer (and of [free] time, I have a much smaller amount than I'd like), and I'm also easily distracted which doesn't help. So, ask as much as you'd like, and I'll try to answer as soon as I can manage!

Now a question for you: do you have a favourite case? If so, which one(s) and why?

Thank you for chatting with me (and also indulging me), and I'm very excited at the prospect of talking with you again soon! And no worries, as I said, no pressure and I meant it! <3

And *laughs* not much relaxing today, but I think I will have a good sleep if nothing else. :'D And perhaps I can catch a bit of relaxing tomorrow afternoon (hopefully)!

Whatever time it may be for you, I hope you are enjoying yourself, dearie!

[wolfstariscanon]

Guys, I’m about to introduce you to the funniest fanfiction ever written

The Puzzling Prattlings of a Pulchritudinous Potions Professor  by JuicyJuice

This is the funniest fanfiction to ever exist I’m not kidding. I first read it last year and I stayed up till like 3 or 4am and by that time I was laughing so hard it hurt. I have this fic saved on my phone and my laptop in case I ever need a good laugh because, believe me it will deliver. If this fic fails to make you laugh idk what even will make you laugh tbh.

Here are some excerpts so you guys understand what im talking about (I’ll put them under a read more becuase otherwise this post would be super long):

“But I was already angry with Dumbledore. Only the day before I had asked (again) why he felt I was not appropriate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job when he clearly felt that a mass of turbaned nothingness was. Well, I didn’t really ask him, per se. I took all of his fuzzy socks hostage (harder than you might think—they were locked in an underground chamber guarded by a troll) and threatened to feed them all to the giant squid if he didn’t fire Quirrel immediately.

He smiled, probably because he knew nothing alive would ever consent to eat his socks, and insinuated that I have an unsatisfactory love life. Actually he said something like, “Severus you should find yourself a nice, patient, not-too-goodlooking person to settle down with and give up this petty nonsense. You may do whatever you like with my socks.” Then he gave me an eye-twinkling smile, put me in a full body bind and threw me (quite literally) out of his office. He’s got hefty arms for an old worm in a pointy hat.

Cocky old man. I hope his eyes twinkle out of his sockets. I spent the rest of the evening burning most of his socks in my fire. It left an awful smell. Eventually I realized that I should stop, so I took the remaining socks and hid them on the forbidden third floor. I cleverly figured that Dumbledore would never look there, since he knew that “Fluffy” was after his blood since he had stolen its tambourine.”

“Following this of course, she took to barging in on me at the most unexpected moments, like it was some sort of game. I took to dressing and undressing crouched behind my bed, as a precaution. She gave me quite a turn once when I was ferreting around on the floor (pretending to be a ferret, obviously—it’s an excellent stress reliever) and she stormed in like a wild boar on steroids. I had to say I was searching for my eyeglasses.

“You don’t have eyeglasses,” she said like the insolent, disagreeable thing she is. I replied, with the greatest dignity for someone in ferret-pose on the floor, “For a lady of your stature, Minerva, you should comprehend the secret lives of secretive, er. . .secrets. But now I will divulge to you and only you a great mystery of the mind which is: I have eyeglasses!. . .and they are somewhere. They cannot be with us right now as they are on a secret mission of their own.” I thought I had handled the whole thing prodigiously well, but her look told me that she knew I had no clue what I was talking about, probably because I didn’t have any clue what I was talking about. She then said, “Severus, neither you, nor I, nor anyone else has any clue what you are talking about.” “Ha!” I said, still in ferret-pose, “That’s just because no one else can hear us!””

“he most shameful day of my life reared its ugly head four pathetic days later.  As a direct consequence, I barricaded myself into a broom cupboard and resolved never leave until I was legally and spiritually dead.  I would become a broom cupboard hermit crab.  I would be a legend at Hogwarts.  In fifty years First Years would skitter past the door nervously, knowing that something inside it was alive.  The Seventh Years would dare each other to open the door or peek through the keyhole, but none of them, not even the dumbest Gryffindor, would have the nerve.  Filch would suffer a sudden death because he would never see some of his smelly brooms and mops again…And I, I would wither inside that sad, dank, dark, misty, uncomfortable place, until I forgot the horrors of Tuesday, September the Eighth.”

“As I have said before, she is always barging in on me, so this was nothing special, though it was slightly embarrassing as I was singing along to some American bloke’s song called “Werewolves of London” that I was getting on WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network).  By the time she had entered, I was very into it and was on a particularly nice “Awooooooo!” with my head thrown back and arms spread out.  I may have been dancing as well (possibly Irish), but I prefer not to think about it. She, being her insufferable self, had to take a few minutes to get over that (laughing unprofessionally hard and occasionally banging her head against the wall) before she got to her point.            “Severus,” she said, as if we were on first name terms, “I am here to teach you the facts of life.””

“Before McGonagall could educate me on the finer points of reproduction, I stunned her, put her in a full body bind and tried to carry her to her office.  Unfortunately, her apparent frailness has no correlation with her weight.  I would say that 302 kilos is not a bad estimate.  As I passed through the halls, many students stared at me like they had nothing better to do except stand still all day staring at innocent professors carrying around their colleagues.”

““Oh no,” I said, “I have lost my…” for some reason avocado was the only word that could come to mind.  I thought very quickly and finished, “orange!  Oh dear.  I must find it.” I don’t pretend to have good acting skills, but I must say that I think I handled that very nicely, considering.  So then I left, looking for my orange, obviously, and then barricaded myself in the cupboard, never to come out again. To make matters worse, something soon began knocking and shuffling about outside the door. “Professor Snape-y!” someone said, in a horribly sweet, singsong voice “It’s time to come out now!  I have some cheese for you!” That is my life.”

ALL OF THESE ARE JUST FROM THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS. THERE ARE 18 CHAPTERS IN TOTAL. I haven’t even gotten to the part where Snape went shoe shopping or where Minnie was doing a headstand while wearing a leotard.

Just believe me, this is quite possibly the best thing you will ever read. I despise Snape with my entire being and I ABSOLUTELY HATE fics written in 1st person and this is probably like one of my favourite things in the world. TRUST ME, READ IT YOU WON’T BE SORRY.

There is also a Sequel called Severely Severus, however it only has 2 chapters and is probably abandoned.

[supernaturalgirl20]

The request: “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” [Idiots in love]

“Please please please don’t leave me please-”

[angst]

I think this may work together just fine and character is Frankie or Dieter. I can’t choose. It’s so hard.

The Note: I’m very happy you got to this milestone. Have been here with you from the begging. I see giant progres in your stories, your writing became so much better, character development is on another level since your start. Your stories making me very happy and you are one of the reasons I’m not lurker anymore and I actually made this blog for. I love your writing so much. I love you so much ♥️ I reread your Pero stories couple times actually but I’m pretty sure I read everything you wrote. So stay awesome and dream big 🥳 see you at the next milestone and I think you gonna hit it soon 😘

Your @little-mrs-morales 😘😘😘

My love thank you so so much for your kind words they have made my day, month, year 🥰 I went with Frankie on this one, hope you enjoy ☺️

Me & You

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), mentions of guns, death, angst, blood, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Walking along the crowded hall, the sound of your heart thumping loudly within your chest fills your ears. It’s been a year since you saw him. A year since you heard his deep baritone voice and it sent a nervous energy through you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve always liked Frankie - scrap that, you loved him. He’d been part of your team in the army and before that he was your brother's best friend.

A constant in your life until he wasn’t. He’d met Aria, and as things got more serious, you couldn’t sit by and watch. So you left. That was two years ago and although you weren’t ready to face him, Santi wasn’t giving you much of a choice. Standing outside the locker room you take in a deep breath - trying to calm your nerves - before slowly making your way inside.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Will says as he stands and pulls you into a hug. You missed Will. “Yeah, it’s been a while. Heard about Elaine, I’m sorry.” Will pulls back slightly, the smile on his face falling a little. “Shit happens. Besides, she deserves better than me.” You look at him with sympathy in your eyes, “ever the realist, Will.”

“You know me.” He looks up past your shoulder and jerks his head, “here’s your boy shortcake.” Why did you have to tell him about your feelings? Rolling your eyes at him you turn to find Benny strutting in, followed by a tired looking Frankie. “Well fuck me, shortcake it’s been a while.” You snort a laugh as he wraps his arms around you and swings you around. “In your dreams, Benny.”

“Oh you’ve been the main attraction in my dreams quite a lot, shortcake.” You hit him on the chest playfully as Frankie steps around him to stand before you. His brown eyes take you in before pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close. God you missed him. Taking a deep breath your senses are consumed by his scent. Cedarwood, a hint of spice and something entirely him.

You both stay like that until someone clears their throat, and you pull apart awkwardly. “You can catch up with my lil sis later Fish, first we’ve business to discuss,” Santi says as he claps him on the back before pulling him into a hug.

Frankie comes to stand beside you as Santi fills you all in on the job. “If Tom's in, I’m in,” Will says standing, before he walks towards Benny. “You know I’m in,” Benny says as he stretches. Santi turns his gaze towards you and Frankie, waiting for your answer. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you,” you tease as you push away from the lockers, “I’m in.”

You leave, catching up to Will and Benny, Frankie and Santi following behind. You can hear their conversation, something about Frankie being suspended over a coke charge. What the hell happened? Standing outside the main arena, Frankie comes up behind you as you all wait to go in - his hand moves to rest on the small of you’re back.

A warmth seeps into you from his touch and you glance up at him - his brown eyes already on you, a smile spread over his face. ‘BENNY MILLER’. His name being called vaguely registers with you as you stare up at the man you're desperately in love with. “Come on, Bonita. Let’s go support this idiota.”

***

Frankie sat beside you and you both spent almost the entire fight catching up. God you really had missed him. “You really think this is gonna be as easy as Santi is making out?” Shrugging your shoulders, you release a sigh, “definitely not. This is my brother we’re talking about, he undersells everything.” He laughs as he takes a sip of his beer. Your legs are touching and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You watch the fight for a little bit before you feel the heat of his gaze on you. Turning your head a little, you find him looking at you. “You look really good, hermosa. You’ve always looked good.” A blush makes its way up your neck and settles on your cheeks. “Seeing anyone?”

A nervous laugh passes your lips as you fiddle with your hair. “It sounds like you're flirting with me Morales,” you say teasingly as you turn your gaze back to the fight. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for years, you just never noticed.” You freeze, sitting back straight as you turn your gaze to him. Frankie is looking at you now with a hint of something in his eyes that you can’t place. Love, lust, who knows.

“Yeah right!” You nudge him and he places his hand along your thigh and you gulp. “I’ve liked you for years Y/N, just never thought you felt the same. Then Aria came along and you went MIA, thought I’d done something wrong but Benny told me about how you felt and I…I dumped her. Tried calling you but you ignored me.”

“You’re serious right now? Frankie I left because I couldn’t take seeing you all loved up with her, Benny was right. I’ve loved you since high school.”

“You love me?” It’s too late to go back now. “Yeah, I love you.” Frankie crashes his lips to yours completely forgetting that Tom and Santi are sitting the other side of him. Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands skimmed over his chest and into his hair and he growled into your mouth. A cough bursts your bubble and you pull apart, embarrassment flows through you both.

“As much as I’m delighted you two finally have admitted your feelings, please don’t touch my sister like that in front of me,” Santi teases. Frankie doesn’t take his eyes off you the entire time and you feel hot under his gaze. Leaning into you, his breath hot on your skin he whispers, “wanna get out of here?” You can’t speak so you simply nod and you both stand, shuffling past Tom and Santi.

“Atta boy Fish, go get some,” Benny shouts as he sees you both holding hands and leaving. “Oh Jesus!” If you weren’t embarrassed before you are now. Frankie wraps his arm around you and you bury your face into his chest. “Benny! Seriously man, that’s my sister.” Frankie opens the passenger door and helps you into his truck before running around and hopping in. “Think it’s best if we go to mine,” Frankie says as he turns on the ignition.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to have Santi interrupt us.” His hand snakes over to your thigh, “yeah me neither.”

***

Frankie slams his front door shut behind him with his foot as he stalks you backwards into his kitchen. Like a hunter chasing his prey.

Quick as lightning, he grabs your ass, lifting you onto the table. He steps between your legs, and kneels as a servant would for his master. His hands trail up along your calves as he teases you. Lips skimming the inside of your thighs before his mouth found your core. Your back arches off the table and your breath hitches as he works his tongue into you. His moustache along with the light facial hair, creates a delicious friction.

“Oh fuck, Frankie.” He groans into your core and the vibrations send a spark of pleasure through you. He lifts his head, his tongue licking his lips as your cunt flutters around nothing. “Taste so fucking sweet, Bonita.”

“Fuck Frankie, your so good at that,” you breathe out as you lean up on your elbows. “Need to be inside now, Bonita. Come on.” He helps you up and carries you to his room where he rids you both of your clothes. Laying you back in the bed, he nestled himself between your thighs and you can feel the hard length of him pressed against your core. He slowly pushed inside and you both groaned as you stretched to accommodate him.

He feels so good but it’s not enough, you need more. Pushing on his chest you straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up before slowly sinking down onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh Frankie I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me. Waited so long.”

“Oh fuck…Frankie…oh fuck.” You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?” A groan escapes your lips as he thrusts up into you at a brutal pace. “Inside…I’m safe and on the pill.”

“Ngh! Fuck baby.” He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

“I can’t believe we waited this long, we could have having mind blowing sex all this time.” Frankie chuckles as he kisses the top of your head. “Well, we’re together now, that’s all that matters. When we get back from Columbia, I’m taking you out for dinner, if you want?”

“I’d love that.”

***

The mission in Columbia was going great, until it wasn’t. Everything had gone to shit once Frankie had to make an emergency landing. Tom was dead and you were shot, badly. You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting anyone to worry - it was only a small wound, the bullet went through but you were beginning to feel dizzy.

Benny had gone on ahead to scout out the town and see if your boat had arrived, leaving just you, Santi, Will and Frankie. Frankie had set up the packs so you could all use them as pillows and you were lying beside him when you felt yourself drift. The guys had been talking about how many people they’d killed but you just couldn’t stay awake anymore.

“How many have you killed shortcake?” The guys waited for you to answer but when you didn’t, Frankie looked over at you and sat up abruptly startling the other two. “What’s wrong, Fish?”

“Y/N? Hey baby, wake up.” He said as he began to wake you. When you didn’t respond he felt your pulse and all colour drained from his face. “She’s not breathing. Fuck,” he cursed loudly as he drew his hand away, noticing it was drenched in blood. He ripped at your clothes and saw the bullet wound on your side.

“When did she get shot?” Santi and Will are beside him now, Santi calling out your name - hoping you’ll wake up. “Where’s the med bag?” Will shouts and when no one answers he shouts again. “Fish, med bag - now. We need to stop the bleed.”

He pointed towards it and he sat on the ground pulling you to him, sobbing. ““Please please please don’t leave me, please- baby I can’t live without you, not when I just got you.” Santi pats him in the back before Will works on your wound. Frankie can’t watch. He buries his face in your neck and he prays. Prays to whoever or whatever is out there that you live, that you wake up and he gets to spend the rest of his life with you.

Santi pulls out the mini defibrillator and after two shocks you stutter out a breath. “Fuck baby, you scared me.” Frankie cries as he kisses your lips frantically. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear,” Santi says as he tries to hold back the tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry…didn’t want to worry everyone…not…not after Tom..” Frankie rocks back and forth with you cradled in his arms. “Shh, baby it’s ok. You're alive, that’s all that matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You rest against him and you can feel yourself grow tired. “Hey, no sleeping, not yet. Come on we gotta get home,” Will says standing and gathering his things. Frankie grabs what he can and then helps you stand as you all slowly make your way to Benny.

***

You’d all made it and the first thing Frankie and Santi made you do was go to the local hospital. They cleaned up your wound and gave you antibiotics and painkillers and you felt a thousand times better. Anything was better than being dead.

Now as you all sit around the table with the solicitor, Will and Benny decide to give their share to Molly and the girls. Frankie looks at you and when you nod your head he does the same but Santi and the boys stop you both. “No. Shortcake, you almost died, that money is as much yours. You and Frankie keep your share and build that life together. Milky will have enough with all our shares.” You can feel the tears build behind your eyes, “are you guys sure?”

“Positive. Now we’re headed out, we’ll see you guys back stateside.” Both miller boys leave the room and then Santi says his goodbyes. “Where are you heading?” A smile spreads across his face, “oh, you know I hear Australia is nice this time of year.” You both hug and then he claps Frankie in the back, whispering something into his ear.

Then it’s just the two of you. He stares at you then, eyes filled with love and adoration as he wraps his arms around you. “We're never doing this again. Ever! I almost lost you.” A contented sigh passes your lips as you breathe in his scent. He smells like home. “You didn’t, I’m here and I promise I’m not going anywhere. Now let’s go home, you owe me dinner.” You can feel the rumble of his laugh before he grabs your chin gently. “I love you so much and I can promise you I’m never letting you go, not now, not ever.”

“You better not Morales.” He twines your finger together, “come on, let’s go home.”

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[ggadtomarry]

Confession time.

Years ago, when I read OfTP, and went to SWM and reread all the interactions between Sirius and Severus... I really thought they had foe yay flavour. Like, the illogical visceral desire to physically bully Severus is really disturbing.

For what we see, James and Sirius took notice of Severus and ignored Lily on their first day! They bonded bullying Sev! And already with the nickname?? Also James is the leader of their boy club, and the first tormenter of Severus (because he's dirty jealous Sev is Lily's best friend and Lily doesn't care about a jock like him), but Sirius is really something. James suggests torturing the boy Sirius almost got killed months before, and, like James knew, Sirius is enthusiastic. Like a dog seeing a prey.

And this isn't about Lily. So, Sirius, what the hell was your problem? My logical answer is that he liked tormenting a kid who couldn't fight back and who was weird.

But sincerely I had always thought that a sort of visceral unwilling attraction could be on the cards, too. Like, Sirius remembering Sev's greasy hair 20 years later. Sirius laying it thick on Sev's physical aspect. Sirius calling him by that horrible nickname 20 years later. So personal. So emotional.

And just a barb from Sev, and not particularly creative at that, and Sirius fucking explodes. Like. Dude.

So yes, under the cut my dark musing about Snirius / Snack. Very dark, non-con discussion, don't read if you aren't seeking dead dove content!!

So, Snivellus is a pathetic loser who just can't get enough of dark arts, isn't he? And making him cry or scream from terror is so fucking funny, like you wouldn't believe. A real remedy against teenage angst.

But there is a problem. Since some time, hearing Snivellus whimper is like an electric thrill. Like, he wants to really make him cry. Alone. He wants to see his ugly dark (deep) eyes full of fear, not that rage he can't stomp. Strange. Weird. All Snivellus' fault.

And then. James takes Snivellus' pants off. His cock. Everybody laughs, James is taunting. But Sirius can't stop looking at Snivellus' cock. then the moment passes, James hexes Snivellus a couple of time, and Snape is thrown on the ground, red from the humiliation. He escapes, while everybody is laughing. Sirius isn't laughing, he realizes, shocked. No, his cock is heavy like a rock. For a second he images running after Snape, and taking his pants off again, and looking at his cock while he whimpers, cries, begs .

He slaps himself. What the hell??

Except, his daydreaming doesn't stop. And then the nightly dreams. Snivellus crying while Sirius forces his cock down his throat. His fault it's hard, so it's only right he takes care of the problem.

Sometimes, the dreams, nightly and daily, are different. Snape smiles in a way that Sirius never saw. He's smiling while he knees and touches his cock. He's smiling and begging for more while Sirius fucks him like a dog. What the fuck. It's all his fault . Did he got cursed with a dirty version of amortentia?

But the things is, the thoughts don't stop. And evey time James and the others bully Snape, now Sirius gets rock hard. He has so many fantasies about getting Snivellus in a dark classroom, alone, and doing to him all the things he dreams about. Pulling his hair. Slapping him. Fucking him hard.

It's a temptation, an obsession. And, well. One day Sirius is by himself because strangely James got a detention, but not him. And here he is, Snivellus going for a stroll in the castle. Alone.

Sirius touches his wand. Is he really going to do it? or is he afraid? Sirius scoffs: Gryffindors aren't afraid, ever. Especially not of dirty poor weird ugly oddballs like Snivellus. If only he had died, nobody would have felt his loss. Everybody would be happier, and Sirius would be free from this obsession.

"why, Snivellus!", He screams, and the tightening of his shoulders is hot like a muggle Playboy number.

The hunt has begun.

[stupidfatpenguin]

Hm, so I'm currently focusing on my thesis which means I don't really have energy for writing for fun... but I still spend my breaks reading, and I read a decent amount of fic! Like while eating lunch, or before sleep. When I need to make trips out of town I sometimes let my (British accented) Siri read me some of my older favourites.

So I was thinking I could share what I've been reading lately (since I probably won't be writing too much). Since I'm known for rereading a lot, maybe I can recommend you a gem you haven't encountered yet?

So, yeah. Strap in and keep your hands and feet within the space craft at all times, we're going

Salty's Fic Rec Friday (in space)

And these are some fics I read these past couple of weeks.

Sacred Texts by SushiBurrito @sushiburritonoms | E | Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker | 57k+ | Chapters 5/? WIP | Modern, Librarian AU I usually need to have someone hold my hand before I venture into a modern AU, but I read Sushi's tumblr drabbles featuring librarian Luke being a mess and did not hesitate to hit subscribe when the first chapter hit ao3. Basically, Children's Librarian Luke Skywalker has his day turned upside down when a toddler wanders into the library. Somehow, this ends with him procuring a date

Look, it's a dinluke librarian AU written by a librarian who also just brilliantly merges generations of star wars characters and references into, like, Arizona. This fic has had me smiling so hard, actually laughing out loud, the whole lot. Oh, and it's burning slow... in a really really good way. The pining is top notch. Like this is a WIP that could update a year from now and I'd still pull up to read it. The newest chapter is so good. Open the tab, you'll thank me later.

Like the Dawn by ace_din_djarin @ace-din-djarin | T | Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker | 14k+ | One-Shot In-universe, Soulmate AU Okay okay, this one I feel a bit late to the party for, soulmate AUs are really my guilty pleasure trope, I will read anything that includes the universe saying this pair belongs together. In this one, we're going in with a "first words from your soulmate is written on your skin" setting, and the fic is basically following Din and Luke growing up and pining for the soulmate they still haven't met.... tasty.

If you're looking for something not-too-short-but-not-80k to keep you anticipating these idiots finally meeting and realising that they've been written in the starts, this is the fic for you.

Like Sand Through Fingers by Merrinpippy | T | Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker | 4k+ | One-Shot In-universe, established relationship, hurt/comfort This fic is such a gem. Din and Luke are living on Mandalore here, Luke hasn't ever shown Din his prosthetic hand... until one night he can't sleep and it's time for them to have a talk.

I love the writing style in this so much. It's written from Luke's perspective and you just really get sucked into his feelings, his turmoil, and of course, the very, very sweet ending... the author said hurt and comfort, and oh did they deliver. Rec rec rec!!

Apotheosis by Withercrown @withercrown | Not Rated | Din Djarin & Grogu, Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Maul | 3k+ | Chapter 1/? WIP | In-universe, Adult Grogu, Mystery In a universe where the Force is gone, Grogu, the last living Mandalorian in the Galaxy, traverses dark space to find out what happened 400 years ago when Din Djarin disappeared.

This is probably one of the fics I anticipate the most at the moment. I love a good mystery, and I love the twist of telling the story from an adult Grogu's perspective! The fic reads like a story book to me. It stimulates so many incredible images of the achingly empty, Force-less world in my head, and with Grogu there it sometimes feels like I'm reading what ghibli movie.. feels like? Does that make sense? Anyways, do join me in my anticipation, I can't wait to solve this mystery.

The Ends And The Means by Mariwrongway @mari-wrongway | G | Din Djarin & the Armorer | 1.8k | One-Shot | Part of a series In-universe, Din Djarin-centric This is the first fic in a series that I'm planning to read (apparently a cut off from the main fic?) and I adore it so much. I'm a sucker for fics exploring Din pre-The Mandalorian, since the lack of information lends to a wide variety of interpretations... but this might be my fav yet. Read this to add to your Din & Armorer head canons!

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Ok, that's it for this week, I hope you have a wonderful weekend (hopefully with some new reading material?) and that you enjoy in immensely while imagining me, at my desk, salting my theory chapter with my tears.

If you've read any of these, I'm curious to know what you think. Oh and if you drop me a rec in return that fits my likes, maybe I'll read it this week. Much love,

Salty ♡

[5raysofsunshine]

Excited (part 2) - Emily Prentiss x Reader smut

Description: Emily comes home after being away on a case for three days with a surprise for you, inspired by a dream you had told her about the morning she left. It leads to you having a very good evening.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (sex, cursing, dirty talk, etc.)

Word count: 3,540k

This fic is split into 2 parts, this is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

This is my third fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "are you... are you wearing a strap on?" and YES SHE SURE AS HELL IS!!! I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕 so be on the look out for more Emily Prentiss content coming your way!

Special thanks to of course iv @sweetprentiss and ari @arigotssomekinks for the love and support and again I'm so sorry it took me like a month to finish this thing but at least it's done so I can finish all my other wips!

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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You’re sitting on the couch snacking on raspberries with a book in your hand, but you’ve been rereading the same page for the past fifteen minutes. Your mind is having a hard time absorbing the words since all you can think about is seeing Emily for the first time in three days. She’s been out of state working with the team on a case, and you’ve missed her terribly. The morning of the day Emily left was so memorable that you couldn’t help but replay it in your head while she was away, making you crave her touch. You glance down at your watch to check the time, Emily had called you an hour and a half ago to let you know she was on her way home, so you knew she should be home any minute now. You sigh, dropping your book in your lap as you pop another raspberry in your mouth.

Suddenly you hear the front door open.

“Emily?” You call from the living room.

“Yup.” Emily responds as she tosses her keys and phone on the table by the front door.

You jump up from the sofa and start walking towards your girlfriend. “Welcome home, Em! I missed you so much.”

“Aww I missed you too, y/n. Come here, sweetheart!” Emily holds her arms open and you tackle her in a big hug. You both laugh as you hold each other, swaying back and forth.

“Gimme kiss please, I haven’t kissed you in three days!” You exclaim as you lean your head back towards Emily’s face, puckering your lips. Emily’s immediate response is pressing her lips to yours. She hums contently at the contact, the sound causing vibrations against your mouth.

You tried to pull away to ask her about the case she was working on, to see how the flight back to Quantico was, trying to start any kind of catch-up conversation. But Emily apparently had no interest in speaking as she held you in her arms and kissed you over and over, her hands roaming all over your body and caressing your hips, chest, and neck. You kiss and grab at her body in return, knowing you both were desperate for each other’s touch.

Emily guides you back to the sofa as you both continue kissing, nibbling, biting each other’s lips. The back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa cushions causing you to collapse onto the sofa, Emily hovering over your body as she nuzzles her nose against your cheek.

“I want you naked, right now. Let me see my beautiful girl.” Emily says as she begins stripping you of your t-shirt and yanking off your jeans. She reaches around and unlatches your bra with one hand, tossing it on the floor. Then she hooks her fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides the garment down your legs before adding it to the pile of your clothes on the ground.

“Wait here, I have a surprise for you.” Emily says before turning away to grab her bag.

“A surprise?” You remain seated, kneeling on the sofa. You watch as your girlfriend disappears down the hall, and your curiosity grows the longer she’s gone.

A couple minutes later you hear her call from the hallway, “Be a good girl and close your eyes.”

You do as you're told, closing your eyes and smiling. You loved it when Emily would return from a long case with surprises for you, whether they were gifts she picked up from the places she traveled, dinner from your favorite restaurant that she grabbed on the way home, or something new to try in the bedroom. By the way Emily has acted so far since she returned home, you assume it’s the latter.

You hear Emily’s footsteps grow closer to you until you sense that she’s once again standing in front of you. Reaching your hands out to touch her, you are disappointed to find that she’s still clothed. “Excuse me ma’am why are you not naked?”

Emily pulls you in by your hips for a kiss and grabs your hand, guiding it to her belt. “Do you feel it?”

“I... feel your belt? Do you want me to-”

Your hand wanders below her belt and you stop as soon as you touch something hard through her slacks. Something that usually isn’t there. You gasp and your eyes widen with surprise, “Emily, are you... are you wearing a strap on?”

She nods, “Yeah I-uh... I picked one up on the way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream you had and how hot that morning was. And every night I was away, I kept replaying the things you said over and over in my head before falling asleep.”

You can’t help but grin widely, “Aww, you really liked it didn’t you?”

Emily nods and cups your face with both hands, “Right now I want you so bad I swear if I actually had a dick it’d be rock-fucking-hard for you. I want to please you in any way you desire, y/n. But, if you want me to take it off, I-”

You shake your head, again pressing your palm against Emily’s bulge, rubbing it through her slacks. “No, please leave it on... I am sooo excited!”

She chuckles, “Me too! I hope you like it.”

“Well can I see it?” You ask as you start undoing her belt, not wanting to wait for permission.

Emily grabs your hands to stop you before you can pull the leather strip through the metal buckle, “Ah ah ah, try again.”

You pout, “Please, Emmy. Can I see it?”

“See what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Oh,” you feel a heat start to spread across your cheeks, “I... I want to see your cock. I want to see what it looks like.”

Emily releases your hands, “Good girl, go ahead.”

You finish undoing your girlfriend's belt and unbuttoning her pants, the anticipation making your hands tremble. You grab onto the toy and pull it out. It's marbled black and red silicone and appears to be about 7 inches long. As you run your hand up along the shaft to the head you notice it has a velvety and veiny texture.

"Fuck," you whisper.

Emily grins, “Do you like it, baby?”

All you can do is nod, you're speechless. Emily cups your face and kisses you softly, the passion beginning to build as her tongue slips past your lips. You take her tongue into your mouth, pressing yours against it. You wrap your lips around her tongue and suck lightly, eliciting a moan from Emily as she grips your hips tighter, her short nails digging into your skin.

You push Emily to step back so you may stand from the sofa. You shrug Emily's blazer off her shoulders and start unbuttoning her shirt, spreading apart the two pieces of fabric to either side of her body, exposing the creamy skin of her chest that harshly contrasts with the navy blue silk bra she's wearing.

"You're so beautiful," you say as you press yourself against your girlfriend, leaving open mouth kisses on Emily's chest. You feel the toy Emily bought rub against your thigh, reminding you of the experience that awaits.

"Bedroom. Now." Emily whispers as you step back to meet her gaze.

You nod, stumbling off the sofa and hurrying towards the bedroom, Emily following close behind as she continues stripping herself of her clothes. You hear her shuffling out of her boots, her belt clattering to the floor followed by the rest of her clothes.

Once you’re standing next to the bed you turn around to face Emily, who is now naked with the exception of the leather harness holding the toy in place at the apex of her thighs. The image of her standing before you like that, with her lips parted and her chocolate eyes looking you up and down, sends a shiver through your body. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin and Emily hasn't even touched you yet. Your eyes lock on Emily's cock as she approaches you, the rigid toy bouncing with each step. You can't help but giggle at the sight.

“What are you all giggly about?” Emily asks with a grin.

“This,” you say as you grab Emily’s cock in your hand and tug on it, pulling Emily in close.

You both chuckle before taking a moment of silence to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you, Em.”

“For what, y/n?”

“For this... and for the really good fucking I’m about to receive.”

Emily shakes her head, poking her tongue out to lick her lips, “Oh, don’t thank me now baby, I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, bouncing on your heels, “Mmm, we better get started then.”

You fall back onto the bed and Emily crawls on top of you, using her hands to spread your legs so she can rest between them.

“I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me, baby.” Emily purs in your ear before attacking your neck in sloppy open mouth kisses, niping your skin with every other kiss. Emily’s mouth makes its way down to your chest. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth and softly laps at it with her tongue before sucking on the hardened peak.

Your hands tangle in Emily’s hair, holding her head to your chest. “Harder,” you ask, and Emily obliges, taking your breast in her mouth and sucking harder than before. You throw your head back onto the pillow and groan as Emily continues to lick and suck on your chest, leaving small red hickies all over your chest and trailing down your stomach.

Emily’s head is now between your thighs, her back arched and her ass up in the air. She kisses the insides of your thighs before diving into your pussy, licking a long stripe up your folds before nuzzling her nose into your clit. Her tongue swipes across your clit soft and slow but quickly picks up speed, your hips start to squirm at the sensation.

Her hands press down on your hips, holding you in place. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, can you do that?” Emily commands, looking up at you.

At first you just nod, but Emily needs more than that.

“Use your words, y/n.”

You peer down your body to meet Emily’s gaze, “Yes ma’am.”

Emily nods, approving your response before once again connecting her mouth to your pussy. Her lips and tongue caress your clit and you try your absolute best to keep your hips from moving around too much, but with each flick and kiss you receive, the more pleasure you feel. Your moans grow louder and curse words and compliments are falling out of your mouth.

“Fuck yes baby, just like that. Just like that- ohhh god, please just-” you sharply inhale and squeal as Emily slides a finger into you.

“Play with your chest, I want to make you cum for me.”

You immediately place both hands on your breasts, pinching and twisting and pulling at your nipples, groping and scratching at your pillowy flesh.

Emily’s finger thrusts in and out of your pussy very easily since you’re so wet, and it doesn’t take her very long to add another.

“Oh fuck- Emily!” You gasp out as Emily starts twisting her fingers and hitting the spot deep inside you that makes your muscles begin to tighten up. You tear your hands away from your chest to clutch at the blankets, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm builds. You start to squirm again but Emily wraps her arm around your thigh and presses her forearm down across your hips, her mouth and tongue do not let up one bit.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum! Em, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Ohhh goooddd, Emilyyy!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body flushing with heat as you writhe on the mattress in ecstasy. Emily’s movements slow and eventually seize as you twitch from aftershocks.

Your hands reach for her face, “Kiss me, baby, kiss me,” you beg with a smile as your body begins to relax.

Emily gladly lets you pull her up to be at eye level with you, crashing her lips against yours. You eagerly open your mouth to allow her tongue to enter, moaning as you taste the sweet tang of your own cum.

“Mmmm, that was so good,” you mumble against Emily’s lips. She pulls away to look you in the eyes, admiring your blissed out expression.

“Aww, my sweet girl... let me know when you’re ready for more, because...” Emily begins peppering butterfly kisses to your cheek and around your ear while whispering, “I’m gonna make you feel so good with my cock... you’re gonna love it baby... you deserve all of my devotion tonight... I wanna give you all of me... I want you to feel all of me.”

Emily has such a romantic yet filthy way with words, and her soothing sultry voice just increases the effectiveness of her dirty talk. Despite just having a really good orgasm, your excitement makes the adrenaline pump through your veins, giving your body enough energy to prepare for what’s coming next.

“I’m always ready for you, Em. I’m always ready for more.”

“Awww, good girl. We’re gonna have so much fun, but if you need me to stop just let me know, okay? You gotta use your words.”

“I will, I promise.”

Emily shifts to sit between your legs. She reaches over to grab a small bottle of lube and squeezes a couple drops onto the toy that’s still attached to her groin. Her hand wraps around the shaft of the cock and begins rubbing and coating the toy with the water based liquid. You watch in awe, the motion of Emily’s hand stroking up and down slowly makes your mouth water. Emily realizes how mesmerized you are by her actions and begins to moan, acting as though she’s actually touching herself.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she gazes down at you.

You nod, “Yes. It’s so hot watching you play with yourself like that.”

“Is there anything else you want me to do? Anything you want to see?”

You take a moment to ponder what to say, wanting your words to elicit a reaction from Emily that will help turn her on even more than she already is. She loved it when you talked dirty with her, and you wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted.

“I want you to keep rubbing your cock and tell me how badly you wanna fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don’t you pretty girl?”

Emily moans, a small whimper escapes past her lips. “Yes, yes I want to give you what you want.”

“Aww, how cute. After three days of not being able to touch me, I bet you’re aching for me, just like I’ve been aching for you. I’ve been craving you... I’ve been craving your cock. I want you to slip it inside me and make me whine and beg for you. Do you want that baby? To see me writhing under you as you pump in and out of me?”

You smirk as Emily groans, your words causing her hips to buck up into her hand. She’s biting and tugging on her bottom lip, whimpering and panting as she continues to rub her cock. You decide to take it a step further and start rubbing your clit in soft slow circles, making her watch as you touched yourself. You keep your eyes locked on Emily, who is distracted by your actions. “Talk to me, Emily. Tell me what you want.”

Your girlfriend puffs out a breath of air, her free hand coming up to knead at her breast and tweak her nipple.

“I... fuck- I want to put my cock inside you so bad. You look so pretty with your legs spread and your pussy glistening. I just- god, I want to make you feel good y/n, and I know I can if you let me slide myself inside you. Please, baby. Please let me bury myself inside you. I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Emily’s words echo in your brain as you lick your lips. You continue to drink in the sight of your girlfriend sitting between your legs with her mouth parted, a slight blush across her cheeks, and her hand still rubbing her cock.

You stop touching yourself and start groping your chest, “Then come here baby, I’m all yours.”

Emily grins widely as she shifts to hover over you, lining her hips up with yours. She presses the head of her cock against you, gliding it up and down the length of your pussy.

“Mmm, that feels really good, but I really want you inside- ohhh fuck”

The tip of her cock pushes against your entrance and slips past your folds. Your hands fly up to cup the back of Emily’s neck, gathering a handful of her hair and gripping it at the roots. Emily groans before chuckling, “Sorry, I-uh, I got really excited. Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yes, more than okay. Keep going, please.”

Emily pushes her hips forward a little more, slowly. You lean up on your elbow to peer down between your bodies to watch the toy disappear inch by inch, occasionally backing out before moving deeper inside you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, collapsing back onto the mattress as Emily leans on her forearms and presses her body flush against yours. Your hands cup her face to bring her into a passionate kiss as she moves her hips, gently thrusting her cock in and out and building a slow steady rhythm. You can feel the toy sliding against your walls, the veiny texture causing fantastic friction.

“You’re such a good girl for taking my cock, do you like the way it feels?” Emily murmurs against your lips.

“Yes.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Soft? Fast? Deep?” Emily coos in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

“Faster, please.”

“Mmm, good girl for saying please.” Emily shifts and grabs your leg by the back of your knee, hiking it up to wrap around her hip. Her thrusts grow quicker, each push and pull sending shocks through your body. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan loudly. Emily’s fingertips dig into your thigh as she holds you in place, grunting with every fast deep movement of her hips. The sound of your wet pussy taking Emily’s cock is like music to your ears, you’re so wet for her it’s almost embarrassing.

“Oh you feel so good baby, you’re fucking me so well! Oh god, this feels amazing!” You exclaim. Emily licks a long strip up your neck and sucks on your pulse point.

She pants against your skin, “Come on sweetheart, I wanna make you cum. I wanna feel your walls tighten around my cock and hear you chant my name as I fuck you silly. Come on baby, cum for me.”

Emily picks up the pace and more moans and whimpers escape past your lips. You dig your nails into Emily’s back and she hisses at the pain but doesn’t lose her rhythm. You feel yourself getting closer and in a matter of minutes you’re being thrown over the edge, clutching onto Emily as she presses her cock deeply into you, holding you close as you convulse beneath her. You make sure to keep your eyes focused on Emily, knowing she loves to watch you come undone, her pupils are blown out and her hair is sticking to her forehead, her face donning a huge smile as she pants.

Emily carefully places your leg back down onto the bed and slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy. You wince at the uncomfortable feeling and your expression catches Emily’s attention. “Sorry, my love, did I hurt you?” she asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” you say with a smile as you push Emily to lay on her back beside you. You laugh, ‘I’m not gonna lie, that was absolutely mind blowing.”

Emily hums, reaching for your hand and holding it. “Glad you liked it.”

“But did you? Like it?”

Your girlfriend laughs, nodding, “Yes, very much. You looked like you had a really good time, I’m kinda jealous.”

“Aww, well don’t worry Em. You’ll have your turn. Probably not tonight though, I don’t think I have the energy.” You say as you roll over to lay on top of Emily, laying your head on her chest.

“Don’t worry my love, all I care about right now is holding you. I love you,” Emily whispers.

You smile, listen to Emily’s heartbeat as she runs her hand up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. You're so glad your girlfriend is home, and even more glad that she decided to surprise you.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; established relationship yoongi x reader

summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not... wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (takes place after his surgery); smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; it’s self-indulgent and I’m a little ashamed but it’s too late now, whoops

--

Just... just looking through the Twitter tag couldn't hurt, right?

You scrolled through the pictures slowly. They performed really well these past two days. Received all the awards they deserved, because BTS were the best. Still, it depressed you seeing the empty space where Min Yoongi was supposed to be. 

But that was because Yoongi was beside you, propped up in the bed with pillows, scrolling on his phone with his right hand. Occasionally, he would lower it to use both hands, since his left arm was still in the sling. You two had watched the MMA and MAMA 2020 performances together. You knew he wanted to be there. You could hear it in his voice when he called in. 

Oh, that’s right, were you supposed to be in his apartment?

No. 

But you didn't care about rules and neither did Yoongi. 

Were you dating? Well, as much as dating could be when it came to a relationship with the most loved 'lil meow meow' in the whole world. 

Yoongi always gave you this look of disapproval when you called him that, but you would always just smile and say it again, slower. 

It was the kind of thing that simply fell into place and neither of you wanted to convolute it with too many other opinions or thoughts. What happened, happened. You weren't going to make yourself known or ask for impossible things. When he told you that he was getting surgery for his left shoulder and wouldn’t have schedules for a long while, you cashed in on all those sick hours you accumulated at work, stating you had to take care of a loved one. 

No one knew your loved one was Min Yoongi. And that's way you two liked it. 

Yoongi leaned over to the long straw of the water bottle tucked in the crook of your arm. 

"Staring at our maknae again?"

You stiffened. "I'm looking at all their pictures, Yoongi. Just happened to stop on Jungkook."

He took a short sip.

"Mmm-hmm."

A few seconds past. You stared at Jungkook’s intense dark eyes, his long hair flying about from dancing, his clenched jaw as he focused. Looking sinful in all white, tempting you to save the photos.

"You're not changing the screen."

"I'm admiring the stylists' hard work."

Yoongi hummed. "You're a bad liar."

You would have thrown your phone at him if it wasn't the special edition BTS S20+, complete with a Shooky phone case. You swiped past, seeing the image of Jungkook lifting Jimin in the Black Swan performance.

"I should tell him."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sick of me?"

"No." He pointed to his left arm. "Can't take care of you either."

"I don't want to be the reason you need more months of physical therapy. I'm fine."

Yoongi placed his phone in his lap and placed his right arm around your shoulders. "We could risk it," he purred. 

You chuckled. "I don't think that's a good idea." You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I want to see you preform again."

"But you still want to bang Jungkookie."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. "I'm only looking at the pictures, Yoongi. You know you're the only one for me."

"You wouldn't try? Even if he begged you?"

You turned to Yoongi and his crafty smirk. "No." You stared at his lips and leaned in, kissing him lightly. You smiled against them. "I love you, Yoongi." Your smile turned into a smirk. "I worked too hard to sneak in here. Even outsmarted Dispatch. You can't get rid of me so easily."

Yoongi smiled back. He leaned against the headboard.

"What if I was okay with it?”

You blinked at him. "Why would you be okay with it?”

Yoongi shrugged. "You're mine, no matter what, no? Not even Jungkook's dick is going to change that."

"... Hah?"

Yoongi held up his hand, long fingers spread out. He ticked them down as he spoke. "Pros: my woman gets to satisfy her little crush, gets the fucking she wants, and will be happy."

You felt your ears burn. "Yoongi..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wicked smile on his lips. "Cons... none."

You rolled your eyes. "You'd be pissed off."

He tilted his head. "What do I have to be pissed off for? Are you saying there's a reason I should be worried?"

You frowned. "No. Even if it did happen, which it won't, you will always be number one."

Yoongi nodded. "There you go."

You let out a puff of air. "I don't think Jungkook would agree anyway. And I wouldn't do it, because it's not the right thing to do."

"Who decided it's wrong?"

You made a face. "I don't know... society?"

"And we trust that societal rules are just and moral?"

"I mean, no..."

-

Washing your hair was always a pain in the ass.

You had to blow-dry it upside down, add five products at different stages, brush it super carefully with a special brush to avoid breakage, collect the fallen hair and throw it out, blah blah blah.

You shrugged on one of Yoongi's shirts after the shower – the black-and-white checkered one he wore during his VLive. Running your hand through your hair, you finally picked up your phone. Yoongi was at physical therapy, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had some messages from him, probably before he had to put his phone away.

I sent you a gift. It will arrive today. You are not allowed to refuse.

You raised your eyebrows at that. 

P.S. Merry early Christmas. 

Was it jewelry? You pursed your lips. You always told Yoongi not to buy you things. Firstly, because you felt bad you could never reciprocate the amount he spent. You didn't make the money he made, after all. And secondly, you weren't that interested in owning expensive things. The only expensive items you loved were technology-based. Yoongi and you bonded over the newest Samsung products and always kept an eye on the latest tech. 

Maybe that was it? Maybe you had to collect a package. You mused, brushing your teeth. You were going to borrow Yoongi's pants, but you had to go hunt for some. After the teeth brushing. 

You spat and gargled some water.

The front door opened. 

You frowned. Was physical therapy canceled? Yoongi didn't have people come in and clean the apartment, because he didn't want anyone to find you. You weren't supposed to be here and no one knew you were here – except for his members, of course. But they didn't have the key, so it had to be Yoongi. You waited, in case there was someone outside. You didn't want them to hear your voice. The door closed and relocked.

You spat and rinsed out your mouth before turning off the light and going to the hallway.

"Yoongi, was physical therapy can–"

The head of long black hair lifted and turned around. He was in the middle of taking off his black sneakers. He pulled down his black face mask.

It was not Yoongi. 

"Hey, noona."

Abort.

You backed up. 

"J-J-Jungkook?"

The mischievous maknae grinned. 

"I'm the gift."

Your eyes widened. You whipped your phone to your face, nearly dropping it, juggling it for two seconds before slapping it between your palms and rereading Yoongi's messages. Rereading them way too many times because what? What, what, WHAT?

"D-don't you have p-practice?" Why were you stuttering? You never stuttered. But you never had that conversation with Yoongi until a couple days ago either. 

"I have some time, but I have to go back, yeah," Jungkook replied, far too cheerfully for how flustered you were. He was probably trying not to laugh at you. 

"How did you get in? And what do you mean, y-you're the...?"

You felt like your world was spinning. Did Jeon Jungkook just announce he was the gift? What? You're not allowed to refuse. Of course, you were going to refuse! This was Min Yoongi you were in love with! The cutest in the entire world! 

Jungkook brushed back part of his long hair and tucked it behind his ear, revealing half of his forehead and his silver hoops. Smirk on his pink lips, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. Skin tan and glowing in the hallway light.

...

Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook was very handsome, but it didn't matter because–

"Hyung and I had a talk. He gave me the key," Jungkook said, dangling it. 

"Hahaha, why would be do that?" you laughed nervously, still crab-walking backwards because maybe if you just fused with the wall then you were be spared from those penetrating dark brown eyes.

Jungkook stepped into the apartment, following you. “I was surprised too.” He smiled somewhat apologetically. “I guess he overheard me telling Taehyung that I would totally fuck you if you weren’t hyung’s girlfriend.”

You blinked rapidly. “P-pardon?”

Jungkook held up his hands. Oh dear. His pretty, large hands that reminded you of Yoongi’s, but his right hand was tattooed. “But I wasn’t going to do anything though. Promise.” His eyes shifted upwards and then he looked back at you, his rueful expression turning into one of slyness. Shit. “Well, until Yoongi-hyung asked me to, that is.”

You stumbled in the doorframe of the bedroom. To be honest, you kept backing up because Jungkook advancing on you was making you uneasy, hot, and bothered. With emphasis on the latter two. You still couldn’t believe Yoongi would do this to you. This was Yoongi! Mild-mannered, sweetie with swagger, SUGA of BTS!

Then you had a thought.

You were always very good at teasing Yoongi. Either to annoy him or sexually in public situations. You could imagine Yoongi’s smirking face now. Knowing he got the one-up on you. Knowing he’d finally shocked you.

You’re not allowed to refuse.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. A hot shiver went up your spine. Jungkook was right in front of you. Black parka, black jeans. Jungkook unzipped the parka, shrugging out of it. Black dress shirt. You knew Jungkook did not like wearing button-ups. Why was he wearing it? He unbuttoned the first one, revealing his collarbone. Then the second one. Open-mouthed smirk completed with his tongue between his teeth, dark eyes on your shaking form.

The maknae was going to fucking striptease you?

You held a hand up. “Hold on a second.”

Jungkook’s fingertips paused above the next button.

“You’re doing this… for fun?”

Jungkook tilted his head. “No. Not really for fun.” His voice was low, deep. His eyes trailed down your body, then back up to your face, lingering all over you. You swallowed. “I’m doing this because this is the only chance I’ll get.”

“What if I say no?”

Jungkook lowered his hand. “Hyung said you weren’t allowed to refuse.” His voice was softer now, almost pouting. Ouch. It actually pained you. You wanted to give in to him just like that. You loved Yoongi with all your heart, but the maknae’s charms definitely worked on you. They worked on everyone. Everyone loved Jungkook and wanted to give him everything.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, trying to reorient yourself, trying to find the right words. “I’m not saying I’m not interested. I definitely am.” He observed you carefully as you groped for the right words. “But this is a little crazy. And… you could get anyone.”

“I couldn’t get you.”

You slowly, slowly made eye contact with him. Jungkook took a step towards you. You didn’t move, transfixed by his chocolate eyes.

“The way you slowly fell in love with Yoongi-hyung,” he whispered, getting closer and closer. “You didn’t even notice. You still don’t notice. The way I stare at you, you and the beautiful shape of your eyes.” His finger came up and traced your eyes, rooting you in place. “Your cute nose. The shape of your lips.” His fingertip brushed against your lower lip. “So full. I watch you kiss him, wishing it was me.” He caressed your cheek. “The dimples that appear when you smile. So cruel.”

Jungkook’s breathing shallowed. His eyes flickered downwards to your hands, still clutching your phone. He reached for it and took it from you. Threw it onto the bed. Then his hands wrapped around yours, clutching them tight. You stopped breathing. Jungkook’s voice dropped several octaves.

“I watch your hands. Touching him, resting on his thigh, tracing up, palming him right in front of us.”

“I didn’t… think anyone would notice.”

Jungkook leaned in even more, still holding your hands tightly, as if they were going to disappear. You could smell his clean scent, like fresh laundry.

“I always notice,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re there, I can’t help but have my eyes on you. I couldn’t touch, but I could look. I thought that was all I could have.”

Jungkook let go of you. Hand dancing up your neck, cupping your cheek. Tilted his head, eyelashes lowering. Breath against your lips. Eyes pleading you, waiting for the heartbreak.

“Please let me kiss you.”

You’re not allowed to refuse.

You pressed your lips against Jungkook’s, eyes closing. It was impossible to say no. He was sweet and soft. You could feel his nerves and his fear in his kiss, not trying to ask for more, not wanting to ask for too much. It was you who hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Right, wrong? That didn’t matter right now. The only thing you cared about right now was taking Jungkook’s fear away.

You pulled him onto the bed, arms around his neck, mumbling his name against his lips. His breathing hitched, hands circling your waist, holding onto you.

“Noona…”

“Call me by name, Jungkook.”

He gulped, shaking his head. “I can’t.” He gnawed on his lip anxiously. You smiled, and took his hands, placing them by the buttons of his shirt.

“Weren’t you in the middle of giving me a show?” you teased. “You’re great at putting on a show.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yeah?”

You settled down into the bed, looking up at him from in between his thighs. You could tell Jungkook was still nervous, but there was something else too. His mischief was creeping back into his sparkling eyes. You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He undid another button. And another. Carefully, playfully pulling the fabric apart, revealing a little of his skin at a time.

“Hyung told me you like staring at my pictures.”

You shrugged, licking your lips. “They’re nice photos.”

“Were you satisfied by just looking at pictures?” he purred, already reaching lower, lower. You could see the contours of his muscular torso, the top of his abs. Ugh, Jungkook was so attractive. Scratch that, so fucking hot. He reached the bottom of his shirt and placed two fingers under your chin, pushing it back up to his face.

“My eyes are up here.”

His fingers under your chin made you realize how hard you were breathing.

“Jungkook.”

He tilted his head at you, long hair covering part of his face.

Yoongi’s words came back to you. My woman gets to satisfy her little crush. At the time, you thought those words were referring to your crush in Jungkook. But perhaps it was the other way around. Maybe Yoongi was referring to you satisfying Jungkook.

“Don’t hold back.”

And then you got up from the bed, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt and yanking them down Jungkook’s shoulders, kissing him again, but harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth and thrusting into it, taking his breath away. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, gasping against your tongue, struggling to get out of his sleeves before he scrambled for the buttons on your shirt, moaning as you sucked on his tongue, gripping his upper arms.

“N-noona…”

“Call me by name or nothing at all,” you growled dangerously.

His dark eyes bored into you, daring you. You nipped at his lower lip, grinning.

“You think you’re the only one who’s horny here?”

Your hands danced around his arms, reaching around him, and your nails scratched him down his broad back, hissing as he moaned, tipping his head back, Adam’s apple shaking. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good to drag your nails down that back, seeing Jungkook lose some control, falling more and more into the moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, shuddering as his hard body was pressed against you and your half-open shirt.

“I want it all,” you breathed. “I’m so greedy, but I want it all, Jungkook. Give it to me.” Voice dropping, inhaling his delicious scent. “Please.”

He growled deep in his chest and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, yanking up and revealing your bra clasp, undoing it easily. Pushed you back, swiftly pulling your shirt and bra off together, tossing it aside to the floor.

“Fuck, your tits are as pretty as I thought they would be.”

And then Jungkook’s mouth was on you, furiously kissing down your neck, licking your collarbones, biting your shoulder, his hands roughly squeezing your breasts. You moaned, your nipples pressed against his thumbs, pinching them against the side of his hand. His lips travelled down, down and then they latched around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands flew up into his hair, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, they even taste good,” he whined. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your back arched as he began to suck, running your hands through his hair, whimpering his name, telling him how good he was, how nice it felt, lost in the feeling of his tongue and his strong arms around your waist. He switched to the other nipple, saliva dripping. Licking it all over and then breathing on it with his hot breath. Your entire body trembled in his arms from the sensation.

“I’m drooling; that’s how fucking good you taste,” Jungkook mumbled, sucking hard and tight, dark eyes on you as you cried out softly, holding onto his head. Your fingers curled into his long locks, grasping them tightly. He raised his eyebrow, but you began to rock back and forth into his mouth, tugging your nipple with his lips. Jungkook’s fingers dug into you, erotic groans vibrating in his throat as you fucked his face with your tits.

Wetness soaked your panties, the scent of your sex getting stronger and stronger.

Jungkook removed his lips, sucking in a tight breath. Your name slid out of his mouth in a tight hiss, no honorifics. You felt your pussy throb hearing your name come from his lips, saturated with desire. You grinned.

“Took you long enough, Jungkookie.”

He chuckled, grabbing your hips and shoving them up into his jean-covered crotch. You gasped. You could feel his erection straining against the thick fabric, grinding against your soaked panties. Fuck, you couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook, him and his sharp jawline and his beautiful eyes and his playful smirk on his damn lips, infuriating and arousing you.

“You’re so fucking irresistible,” you whispered, rolling your hips into him hard. It was his turn to gasp, his turn to shudder at your movements. The way you could turn him from smug confidence to those submissive doe eyes was turning you on way too much.

You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. He yelped as you slid down, nails racking down his torso, whimpering in your wake. The front of his jeans was wet with your juices. You undid the button, zipping them down.

“How are you going to explain this?” you smirked, gesturing down to the giant wet sport at the front of his pants.

“They’re black,” Jungkook panted. “It’ll be fine.”

You laughed, pulling them down his legs. Jungkook’s hand flew down, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. You tilted your head.

“Only one?”

He looked down at you, startled. “W-well… I don’t know if you want more….”

You raised an eyebrow and reached over to the nightstand, opening it and taking out the whole damn box.

“Er… I cannot cum that many times. In one sitting, anyway.”

“Ah, well, let’s just see then.”

You peeled his jeans and boxer briefs off, licking your lips as your hungry eyes landed on his cock. Half-hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jungkook swallowed nervously, but you crawled on top of him, immediately licking a fat stripe down his entire length. You moaned with him, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, pulsing against your lips. You hadn’t had sex in a while, trying not to tempt Yoongi or aggravate his injury. His recovery was too important to not only you, but the nation and the world. So, you kept your need to yourself, but now Jungkook’s cock was right on front of you.

And there was nothing to stop you.

You pressed your lips against his balls, licking them all over, playing with them with your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as you began to suck on them, bobbing your head up and down. He was panting your name breathlessly, helpless as you pulled your head back, his balls slowly slipping out from between your lips.

You kissed up his length, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in, all the way, softly but firmly. If there was anything Yoongi’s tongue technology taught you, it was how to apply his technique to giving head, much to his surprise. You were good at extrapolation. You pressed the head into the roof of your mouth, raking it all the way to the upper part of your throat and tightening. Jungkook gasped, eyelids fluttering as your tongue assaulted the bottom of his cock, from the bottom of the head to the base.

You heard something between the lines of, “Holy fuck”, “What the hell”, and “Oh my fucking God.”

You retreated for a second, wrapped your tongue all the way around the head and teased the thin skin right where the head and length connected, repeatedly rubbing your lips over it before going all the way down again.

Now Jungkook was absolutely incomprehensible as you began to suck him off, fast and tight, lips soft compared to the vacuum of your mouth. Was it unfair? Yes, it was, giving him soft and hard, rough and wet, scraping the head against the back of your throat and choking it with your muscles. Jungkook was whimpering and cursing, his thighs flexing under you, tasting so fucking good that you were dripping between your own thighs.

You didn’t stop.

Faster and faster, holding his hips down, watching Jungkook unravel under you, hands in his long hair and slamming his head back into the pillows, covering his mouth as he screamed your name into his palm. You felt his cock spurt his cum into the back of your throat, your muscles constricting as you drank him up, your moans added vibration along his length.

The first orgasm was always the most and tasted the best. So much, coating the entire inside of your mouth, your tongue swiping around his cock to collect it all. You lapped it all up, encouraging his cock to get hard again. Smirking as you succeeded, popping your mouth off gently.

“What position do you want me in, Jungkook?” you murmured, throat a little hoarse, taking the condom and opening it, rolling it onto his cock.

He moved his palm from his mouth, panting hard, hair all over his face. His intense brown eyes locked with yours and you knew the dynamic was switched.

“On your back. Want to watch your face when I fuck you.”

You could relent, rolling onto your back, removing your soaked panties, chest heaving in anticipation as Jungkook got up, towering over you. His hands gripped your hips, adjusting you to the correct angle. You could play the other part, with one small caveat. His eyes found yours, glaring at you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Make me.”

Jungkook thrust into you, hard, and you kept the smirk on your face as he forcefully stretched you out, pushing your limits.

“Hurts?” he taunted.

You licked your lips. “It’s not good unless it hurts.”

The slight irritation that flashed in his eyes spurred you on. You tightened around his cock, exhaling with a hiss. Fitting him to you, bringing out the dominance in him. Jungkook gritted his teeth and slammed his hips into yours. You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Did you really want me that bad, Jungkook?” you teased. “Or were they only pretty words? Are you a tiger or just a cute little bunny?”

Jungkook snarled low in his chest.

Then he began to fuck you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and pressing down, smacking your ass with his hips. The position made you tighter, gravity making him pound you harder, forcing you to feel all of him as drove his rock-hard cock into you. Your hands flew up, one pressed against the headboard, the other clutching a pillow for dear life, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness and harshness.

“A-ah, fuck, yes,” you gasped. “So fucking good…”

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, hitting you deeper and just as hard. “Where’s your smirk now? Can’t give me one when you’re being punished by this cock?”

Your heart jerked in your chest at his dirty words, becoming even wetter with the dangerous edge to his voice.

“Listen to you, fucking dripping down my thighs with how wet you are for me,” Jungkook hissed, inhaling sharply as you throbbed hard around him. He groaned, clenching his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t help myself, I just have to fuck you like an animal.”

You snickered dryly, jerking your hips up to meet his. Not saying anything, letting your pussy do the talking because you were so close to orgasm that you roughly massaged his entire length, throwing your head back and moaning as you came around him. The squelching sounds between your connected hips got louder, drenching the air with the scent of sex and lust.

Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip, grimacing. “Fucking unfair how good you feel,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, ramming his hips into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “Can’t even last, fuck.”

He crashed his hips into yours and growled your name in his throat, cock smacking against your walls as he came, swelling the condom full. You whimpered in ecstasy, back arching, clenching around his cock.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, yeeees…”

It wasn’t enough.

Neither of you had had enough.

Jungkook gripped the end of the condom and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity as he took it off. You tossed him a spare towel from the nightstand drawer and he cleaned himself, gasping.

“Hands and knees.”

You rolled over, flinging the box of condoms at him, and he caught it, dark eyes glinting.

“Spread that pussy for me.”

You reached back and planted your hands on each ass cheek pulling your wet slit open. Jungkook hissed and you could hear skin on skin of him jacking himself off to get hard again. An idea popped into your head.

You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing your hole for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so damn sexy it’s illegal.”

You heard him get onto his knees. The sound of a condom being ripped open. His groan as he fitted the condom over his aching cock. His strong hands gripped your hips, the head rubbing against your entrance.

“Don’t know how long I can last,” he murmured. “I’m just going to go as hard and as fast as I can.”

“Do it, Jungkook,” you panted. “Make me feel you for days.”

He whimpered at your words and sank into you. Both of you moaning, your hands clutching the sheets, his fingertips bruising your skin, imprints of lust. Jungkook was pure, glorious power that threatened to overtake you, his cock throbbing and digging into your walls as he fucked you hard, muscular thighs slapping into yours. The poor bed could barely take it, but neither of you noticed, lost in the feeling of being filled and doing the filling.

His hand came down on your ass, a sharp, harsh sound that echoed off the walls and made your pussy clench. It barely hurt. You had felt worse before.

“You like that?” he panted.

“Fuck yes I do,” you gasped hotly. “Spank my ass, Jungkook.”

He did, thrusting into you and slapping you repeatedly, making your ass jiggle. You squeezed him each time, now rolling your hips back into him, arching your back as you came with a satisfied sigh. Your skin stung, your pussy was pulsating with abuse, and Jungkook’s cock hit all your deepest spots.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so fucking good at fucking me,” you breathed, feeling him wind you up again.

He couldn’t even reply, only loudly moaning through the convulsions of your pussy radiating up and down his length. Good thing the walls were pretty soundproof, because it was a goddamn porno in the bedroom at the moment. It was obscenely lewd with the wet slapping of his hips into yours.

“So close, so close, squeeze me, fuck, choke my damn dick,” Jungkook rambled in between breaths, hissing as you did as you were told, gripping him every time he slammed into you. He came with a half-scream, half-moan of your name, whining at the sensitivity as you pulsed around him, leaking down his thighs and yours. It smelled so strongly of sex that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to clean this up before Yoongi came home.

Your phone buzzed loudly on the bed.

You grunted, clawing for it as Jungkook remained inside you, softening but refusing to leave your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your back.

You checked your messages. From Yoongi.

Your gift needs to get his ass to practice before he gets yelled at.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna be late.”

He groaned in annoyance, squeezing you tighter. Another message popped up.

Tell him there’s plenty of time before I fully recover. If he works hard and does a good job, maybe after I recover too.

You poked Jungkook. He lifted his head, pouting, eyes changing to excitement when he read the message.

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part ii “You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

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masterpost

[san-fics]

Slowly but surely

Felinette, Felix/Marinette, Felix/Ladybug

Ao3 7. Bright future

Ladybug jumped on her balcony and detransformed.

“Here is your snack, Tikki.” She said, giving a macaroon to her qwami. “Go to the others and rest. We did well today.”

“What about you, Marinette?” Tikki replied in a tired voice. “Aren’t you tired too?”

“I’ll be down soon. I just take a couple more breaths of air. That’s all.” Marinette reassured her.

“You are going to read it again, aren’t you?” Tikki smirked at her chosen.

“I uhh... maybe.” The girl admitted.

“Oh, young love.” Tikki sighed, finishing her macaroon.

“I’m not in love with him, Tikki!” Marinette protested. “It’s just that... for some reason he understands what I feel. Shouldn’t friends do that for each other?”

“If you say so, Marinette.” Tikki smiled softly and disappeared behind a hatch-door.

Marinette took out of her purse a piece of paper that she had been carrying with her for a week, rereading it over and over again, although she already knew all the words by heart.

Her heart skipped a beat again as her eyes slid over the familiar lines.

Maybe you sad tonight

Maybe the sun isn’t shining

Maybe your life is hard

Maybe you’re tired of hiding

The city is waiting for you on patrol

You put on your mask, and you put on your role

You zip, and you slide, and you on the roof

Believe in yourself! You don't need any proof

Maybe that day will come

Maybe you can breathe freely

When your hard work is done

You can laugh and be silly

You will build your new life, so happy and free

The life that you want, and not just agree

Forget all your troubles, and heal all your scars

You will climb the roof only to watch the stars

Marinette sighed.

Those words actually helped her a lot since Felix gave the note to her during a lesson a week ago.

It was very particular feeling of freedom, that she thought she already forgot with all her responsibilities, towering over her every day.

It was as if since Marinette was given her miraculous she had this one goal in her life — to defeat Hawk Math. And everything else was becoming less and less possible for her.

She couldn’t plan her life freely, because she had to stay in Paris who knows for how long. Sometimes she couldn’t even plan her day, because it often got interrupted with the akumas just when ever Shadow Math wanted it to happen.

She couldn’t talk to most of her friends freely, without being worried of giving her secrets out, couldn’t spend with her hobbies as much time as she wanted, plan some internship in another country etc.

And Marinette accepted it. This was her life now. Her life as Ladybug. As a guardian. As a hero.

Not as herself.

But when Marinette read the words Felix wrote to her for the first time, she felt like she was allowed to live again. Because Marinette herself was sure to forget about this little, but crucial detail that was missing.

Sometimes somebody else should remind it to you. Allow you to live when you don’t allow it to yourself anymore.

And it was if she saw the light at the end if the tunnel. As if someone actually reminded her, that her life was still possible. And if she believed in herself, Marinette could do anything, be anything, have any future she wanted.

And this future could be bright, and she could be happy there. And free. Not from her role as a guardian, or her responsibilities, but free to be herself even with all of that.

Marinette would never expect Felix of all people to be able to see through her like this. To understand just what she needed to hear, and say it. To see not her disguise, but through it.

That day she was so worried that Felix would be offended by Alya’s assumptions, and wouldn’t want to be friends with her!

In that moment Marinette understood just how unexpectedly reliable he was that first week after his arrival: saving her from annoying classmates, helping her to get out of class for the fight, taking care of her when she was completely worked out, and even saving her from a car.

But the most important thing was that Felix could understand her. Without asking. And support her just the way she needed.

Marinette would never guess she’d find a friend in such an evil and mischievous at the first side person.

And Felix barely reacted to Alya’s comments and agreed to be her friend. And all the next week was helping her when Marinette needed it, without asking any questions.

Probably a couple of weeks ago Felix would’ve been one of the last people on earth to whom Marinette would entrust her secret of her own free will. All the more unexpected for her was his attitude towards her.

Even Alya asked Marinette all the details about her superhero life since she found out that her friend and idol were one and the same person. Of course, Alya was Alya, with all her journalist habits, and Marinette didn’t mind. And it was hard to say that their relationship has changed too much since then. But this was to be expected, they were best friends after all.

But Felix was ​​another matter entirely. He somehow figured out her identity by himself, didn’t freak out, and kept her secret without asking questions. And he supported Marinette in the most unexpected and profound way.

For the last week she has been reading his note after each akuma fight. In the evening before going to bed and sometimes in the morning when she woke up. Unless of course she was late for school.

Sometimes she even spoke it in her head during a particularly difficult fight. It gave her strength. Helped her remember. Remember that she was not only fighting for her city, but also for herself.

For her bright future.

Marinette removed the note and sighed. Maybe sometimes it was useful to look into this future with one eye?

*

It was already dark when Felix was coming back home from the gym.

Doing sports was a good habit that his father instilled in him and it helped Felix to always be in good shape.

So when he moved to Paris, the first thing he did was find a good gym close to home and a personal couch to continue his martial arts training.

Of course Felix considered himself to be in the thinking category, but one must not forget that the brain needs good blood circulation.

When Felix was about to go inside the fence of his house, he felt someone picking him up in their arms. Turning around, he saw Ladybug, who was carrying him bridal style.

In a minute they were already on the roof.

“Is this kidnapping?” Felix asked, when the heroine put him on his feet.

“Not really.” She smiled. “How can it be kidnapping if this is a roof of your house?” Ladybug made few steps back. “Just give me a second.” She said, and hide behind the chimney.

Moments later, Marinette stepped out from behind the chimney, holding a picnic basket and rolled-up blanket.

“Isn’t that against the rules?” Felix asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Technically speaking, you haven't seen anything.” She explained. “And it was also the fastest way to get to the roof.”

“Why would you need to get to the roof anyway?” Felix asked.

“What do you mean why?” Marinette asked playfully. “To look at the stars, of course!” She handed him a blanket. “Would you care to join me?”

Felix had conflicted feelings.

On the one hand, he was pleased with her attention and that Marinette clearly referred to his poetry. But on the other hand, even in the evening darkness and with the observance of all cautions, it was reckless and dangerous for her to risk her identity like that.

“On one condition.” Felix said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Oh?” Marinette raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“You promise to never do this again.” He demanded.

“Why?” She asked playfully. “Are you afraid of heights?”

“No.” Felix said in serious voice. “But no one should see me with Ladybug, unless it is necessary for your job. No one should make a connection between you and me. Otherwise they can use it against you.” He reasoned. “Plus, even I was able to resist akumatization once, but I know my limits. That time I was less... personally involved.”

“He tried to akumatize you?” Marinette was looking at him, amazed. “I didn’t know.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Marinette.” He made a step towards her and put his palm over her hand that was holding the blanket. “But this is not the main thing now. The main thing is that you don’t risk like this anymore.”

Marinette was looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, her lips slightly parted, and Felix wanted to touch those lips with his own, to feel her soft warmth and sweetness...

But this wasn’t the right time for it.

He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“So, did we agree?” He asked quietly, focusing on her safety instead of her tempting, alluring lips.

Marinette nodded, and Felix took the blanket from her hands.

The mood of the evening promised to be calm and he did not want to complicate anything for this girl. He could set her to take her time to be ready.

At the moment, the most important thing between them was trust, and as a person who knew how to lie well, Felix knew how to appreciate the trust too.

Marinette sat down on the blanket next to him and stretched her legs.

“So,” Felix said, smirking. “Why did you decide to go star-gazing all of a sudden?” He asked.

Felix thought he knew the answer, as it was in the last line of the poem he wrote for her. But he wanted to hear it from Marinette. To make sure.

“Just wanted a glance to that future you’ve painted for me.” She replied dreamily, looking at the sky.

Felix sighed contentedly. How close was she ready to let him to herself? — He thought.

This whole situation looked very much like a romantic date. Except for the fact that Marinette considered him only a friend. And Felix decided that this circumstance could be turned in his favor.

It wouldn’t be like lying to her, because friends are close, right? And he wanted to let her get used to his closeness.

Felix didn't usually express his emotions through touch, but Marinette did. So he decided to use her way of perception to show his desire to be closer.

He turned his back to her, moved further, and carefully leaned back, placing his head on her lap, and closed his eyes.

Marinette’s body stiffened for a moment, probably from surprise, but then Felix felt her fingers running through his hair slowly.

He felt a slight shiver of pleasure run down his spine.

At first her movements were uncertain. Then more and more confidently, moving in their own rhythm, her fingers ran through the strands of his hair, making his chest exploding with every movement.

Her gentle fingers lightly massaged the skin on his head, and Felix forgot breathing, surrendering to the sensations that his body felt, and the realization that Marinette was showing such tenderness towards him.

Damn it! How intoxicating this girl’s closeness to him was!

For such moments, Felix was ready to wait until she was ready for more.

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