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[angelicsoka]

THE HAT RULE, t. owens

word count | 1.7k words

pairings | tyler owens x meteorologist!fem!reader

summary | where tyler owens decides to show the reader what the hat rule is. 

warnings | MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY!! HEAVY smut! reader doesn’t know the hat rule. not proofread. lowercase intended. 

a/n | first of all, sorry for disappearing, i've had NO motivation to write on here, but i saw twisters yesterday and seeing glen powell in a cowboy hat changed me as a person, and also gave me motivation to write. i’ve never written a full smut so i apologize if this sucks, i've stepped out of my comfort zone for this one.

the first time you had ever encountered a tornado was a memory you were sure to never forget. growing up in new york meant rain and snow but no tornadoes. so when traveling to nebraska on a field trip in high school, you were unprepared when the sirens sounded, sending everyone into a frenzy. you had watched as the rain pelted from the sky, a funnel forming up above. you were mesmerized as your teacher pulled you to safety, a sort of thrill tearing through  your body. from that moment on, you knew what you wanted to do. you went to college for meteorology, graduating near top of your class before going onto to work at a local news station. but it never quite settled the feeling that something was missing, until you stumbled across tyler owens’ youtube channel. 

tyler owens had become a sensation, a daredevil who did more than just chase the storms, he rode into them. and that seemed to heighten that need of a thrill. so, you hit him up and to your surprise, he replied. and what had started out as a week off of work to storm chase with the daredevil, turned to going part time at your job and joining him on the road.

that was a season ago, and now you were sat at a dingy bar, sipping a beer with tyler and the team. the man himself was sat on the stool next to you, nursing his own beer and listening to lily speak. you ignored the slight butterflies that entered your stomach as he laughed. you had learned to never mix work and love, but something about tyler had you questioning that lesson. he looked mighty fine in his blue jeans and button up, supporting a cowboy’s hat on his head. you noticed your beer was gone, standing up you turned to your crew.

“i'm gonna get another beer, can i get anyone anything?” no’s were murmured around the group except for one.

“i could use another, how ‘bout i come with ya?” you shrugged, tyler getting up to walk with you. lily let out a low whistle, stopping at your glare. 

“be my guest.” you two walked over to the bar top, signaling the busy bartender. “can we get two more, when you get a sec?” the bartender nodded, going to make a few drinks before he could grab their bottles. 

“so, miss city girl, how you likin’ riding with us? ready to go back to the big apple yet?” tyler questioned, turning to look down at you slightly. damn the height difference.

“don’t think you’re getting rid of me that quick, i have a lot more storm chasing left in me, cowboy.” you winked, tyler laughing. you debated for just a moment before reaching up and taking the cowboy hat from his head.

“the hell you think you’re doing?” tyler questioned as you placed the hat on your own head, admiring your reflection on your phone.

“you wear this hat all the damn time, i just wanted to see if there was something special about it? maybe it has some magical powers or something.” the bartender came back around, beer bottles in hand. you thanked him, handing him some cash before turning back to tyler, who had an odd look in his eye. you quickly took off the hat, worried you had pissed him. you went to hand it back to him, when tyler shook his head:

“keep it on, it suits you.” tyler picked up his beer, beginning back to the table. the comment caused a light blush to dust your cheeks. shaking your head, you hoped it didn't show too much as you followed him back. you sat in your seat, confused by the odd looks you received from the crew. nobody said anything about the hat as the night went on, but that didn’t stop the odd looks.

by last call, it was you and tyler left of the crew. thankfully the bar was across the street from the motel, tyler paying the tab much to your protest, before setting off back to the motel. you had forgotten you still wore tyler’s hat upon your head, only remembering when you went to brush your hair from your eyes, your hand bumping the rim. “hey, do you know why everyone kept giving me weird looks after i put your hat on? and why boone and dani wouldn’t stop snickering?” tyler looked over to you as you climbed the stairs of the motel.

“you don't know?” you shook your head in response, tyler holding a bewildered look. “you don't know the hat rule?”

“there’s a hat rule?” tyler stopped at his door, which neighbors your’s and lily’s. “what?”

“you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” he deadpanned, your eyes widening and a heavy blush coating your cheeks. 

“oh my god! i promise i wasn’t trying to imply that or anything. not there’s anything wrong with you, because you’re– well you’re you, and–”  you fumbled over your words, stopping mid sentence when tyler laughed.

“hey, it's fine. if you weren’t trying to insinuate that, that’s fine. but if you were, well, now's your chance. and i’d be more than happy to show you how that rule works.” tyler walked closer, a minimal amount of space between you, just enough to allow you to choose whether you close that gap or leave. 

you stood there for a moment, stunned at his offer. and without much thought, you closed the gap, hands going to grip his face and pull him closer to you. his hands moved to your hips, fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. the kiss was feverish, all unspoken feelings surfacing. tyler began to pull away much to your dismay, one hand leaving your hip to fish out his keys from his pocket as he moved his other arm to hold your waist. he unlocked the door with ease, pulling you inside and shutting the door before pushing you up against it, the hat falling as he did so. he went to town on your neck, enticing soft moans and whimpers from your lips. the way he sucked at your neck and how he had previously handled you had conjured up a pool of wetness in your panties. 

your arm wrapped around his neck, holding him to your throat, as your fingers tugged at his hair. he groaned against your skin, biting down ever so softly when you tugged on his hair. he gripped at your leg, pulling it up to give him better access to your cunt. he rubbed his clothed cock along you covered cunt, pleased with the moans that escaped your mouth.

“god, keep moaning like that and i might have to take you right here.” you blushed once more, pulling tyler to meet your lips once more. you pushed off the door, lips still connected to tyler’s as you blindly pushed him back to the bed. his legs hit the edge of the bed, tyler breaking the kiss as he pulled off your shirt, both of you kicking off your shoes and socks before lips were reattached once more. 

you pulled back, tyler unbutton his shirt as you began to work on his belt buckle. “woah, easy, pretty girl. you’ll get a taste, don’t worry. the night’s still young. but for now, i gotta show ya what happens when ya wear the hat.” tyler pulled off his shirt, walking to pick up the forgotten hat, placing it on your head. “this stays on.” you nodded, eyes hooded as tyler pulled your shorts and panties down. “you’re even more perfect than i had imagined.” before you could question him, tyler pulled his jeans off, his boxers next as his cock sprung up. tossing them to the side tyler pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, “you sure ‘bout this? i don’t have any condoms.” tyler asked, different from how he just was. you nodded, kissing him softly.

“i’m on the pill, and i trust you.” tyler nodded, holding over his cock as he slowly guided it along your pussy. you held yourself up as tyler’s thumb rubbing your clit, enjoying your whimpers. “please, tyler.” you begged, tyler aligning his cock with your entrance before guiding you down. you hand went your hat as your head rested on tyler’s shoulder, almost pornographic moans escaping from your lips. “oh my god.” he slowly eased himself into you, whispering praises as he did so.

“god, feels like you were made for me.” your cunt hugged his cock beautifully. when his cock was fully in, he allowed you to get used to the stretch, “tell me when you're ready.” you stilled for a moment, adjusting to his size. you kissed and sucked on his neck, slowly beginning to rock your hips. “fuck, let’s get this off of ya.” tyler’s hands skillfully unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, fingers ghosting over your perky nipples. you pulled off his shoulder, giving him better access to your tits. “you’re fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’.” tyler attached his mouth to one of your nipples, enticing a soft moan. you continued to ride him, hips moving faster as you chased your incoming orgasm. your left hand gripped tyler’s shoulder, fingernails digging into his bare skin as your right hand held onto the hat that adorned your head. 

as your orgasm inched closer and closer, your movements became more erratic, chasing your high. tyler moaned, whispering praises as your walls clenched around his cock. he knew you were close, mouth moving to your pulse point as he pounded into you, taking over. tyler clapped a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit, muffling your screams so you didn't wake up your neighbors. his movements however did not slow as he worked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. your legs trembled as he continued to pound into you, your second orgasm of the night approaching quickly. “fuck! fuck, ty-” you cut yourself off, body shaking as you hit your climax once more. tyler began to huff and moan, pulling you impossibly closer as he reached his own high. you blubbered, unable to form actual words as tyler’s hands roamed your body. you pulled back, kissing him roughly.

“goddamn,” he helped you off his cock, helping guide you onto the bed, “think you’ll be able to handle a round two?”

“don’t go thinking you can get rid of me that easily.” 

[tidaltow]

Adrian’s deadpan bought him a lackadaisical shrug from Percy. He spread his hands like Yeah, I know. It’s a gift. You know, like he was answering genuine praise. And then Adrian was going off at him again . . . another one of his tangents. Which was barely even processed beyond—

“Antipasta . . . ? Isn’t that, like . . . an appetizer or something?” Oh, he knew that wasn’t what Adrian said. But he also knew he had never even heard of whatever word he did sneak in there after “sympathies,” and it sounded pretty dang made-up to Percy. More importantly, though, “Not even the gods, huh? Say that a little louder. I think they’d like to be told again. Nothing pleases them more than people finding out they aren't totally invincible.”

But, miraculously (some might say), Percy sobered a bit after a pause. “Okay, I get it. Well, like . . . sort of. Enough to know I’m not about to go messing with your stuff, man. You’ve got your magic, I’ve got Riptide. I’m cool with that arrangement if you are.”

Adrian rolled his eyes at Percy's student bit and wrinkled his nose at his request to 'test' the blue one. He wasn't stupid, and neither was Percy... most of the time, that is. He saw right through Percy's little trick and put a swift end to it.

"Funny." He said flatly. He placed the potions back into his messenger bag for safe keeping.

Magic is something that many humans dream of possessing across time and culture. The desire to change the course of events or divine the nebulous future has been with humanity since the beginning. Religion has attempted to quell human anxieties by accessing the divine through 'proper' avenues. Science has helped advance humanity not only philosophically but also technologically as well. Magic exists in a strange third space that's both and neither at the same time. Despite the skepticism of modernity, magic remains part of the human condition. However, as someone who lives and breathes magic, Adrian knows the wonders and the dangers such powers can be.

"Look, if we're going to do this together, I need you to understand that the world of magic isn't just awesome powers and fantastic beasts. It's a world where the hidden sympathies and antipathies of the universe are constantly at work. Not even the gods are immune to its influence, but it's best not to dwell on that too much."

[these-posts-arent-real]

Oh StarClan... your dash has turned into warrior cats again.

#sorry <3 #this one has parts that are based off of that #one post rhats like "if there were cat-people #do you think calico tboys would try to dye over their patches"

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🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Me & Night (my mate)!!!

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:O Kip's mate has finally been revealed!!! And his name is Night? Cooool.

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Yeah haha. Technically his full name is Night Hunter, Bringer of Darkness, but it feels so weirdly formal calling him that, so I usually stick to just Night.

#life #kittypet #collar tw #cw collars #id in alt text

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🛤 carnation-stem-02 Follow

I find it really funny when I see cats on here vaguepost about big blogs. Like cmon mouse-brain everyone here knows who you're talking about. Just say their name.

#this is about that one mommy blogger shitting on kipper the kittypet #btw #in case some of you couldnt tell #would be funny if it wasnt so stupid

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🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Hahaaaaa.... my mother found out ive been slowly dyeing my ginger patches black...

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

Why would you do that??? Being a tortie is so cool, I wish I had ginger patches! They're so pretty, why do you want to get rid of them???

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Uhm. Gender dysphoria??

Like. I know cis male tortoiseshells exist but they're so rare that most cats take one look at me and go "oh, tortie, must be a girl" and that hurts.

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

OH STARCLAN im so sorry Rot i wasnt even thinking about you being trans, I probably sounded really insensitive... I do understand what you're saying now.

Didn't even ask, how did your mom take it? Does she know why?

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

You're fine <3 I get it. And no, she uh.. has no clue why I did it, she thinks I'm in my "emo phase" or something.

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Uhh unrelated but what do you use to dye your fur?? Asking for... science...

#"science" meaning i am also a tortie tboy #well technically i'm calico but ykwim

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I can't be the only one here who thinks it's unfair to allow kittypets on this site. Posting pictures of themselves and their mates inside of the twolegplace, influencing the young kits on this site to abandon their Clans... surely everyone else sees the problem with this as well.

This is Clanblr, not "Kittypetblr". This was specifically made as a space for Clan cats to connect, not for kittypets to push their lifestyle on us.

They're going to convince our kits to abandon their home and their belief in StarClan just for a more secure life.

#EXACTLY #I only recently found out ex-tc Kipper was a kittypet #it was so upsetting to me because i've always loved his wood-scratch art #to find out he's a clan-abandoner was so saddening

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The recent drama surrounding Kipper the Kittypet is sad and I hate that he's being bashed just for existing, but it's also incredibly stupid. I believe the cat who wrote the original post said something like, "it's CLANblr, not KITTYPETblr," and then something about belief in StarClan and I just... do you even realize how many Clanblr mods are non-Clan and/or don't believe in StarClan?

To name a few, @s-t-a-r-burning is former WindClan now rogue & openly an atheist, @theshadowhaseyes has been a kittypet his whole life, and @ssuunnrraayy-p has made zir entire blog about how ze travels from one Clan to another & doesnt consider zimself a Clan cat. Those are all mods. "It's clanblr no-" shut up. Just shut up.

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🧷 name-lists-by-theme

Theme: Water

as always, these work as either part of your name, but they are intended as the first part!

-Abyss

-Bay

-Bog

-Cove

-Creek

-Current

-Dew

-Fog

-Lagoon

-Lake

-Marsh

-Mist

-Pond

-Pool

-Puddle

-Rain

-Shallow

-Sleet

-Spray

-Splash

-Storm

-Stream

-Torrent

Keep reading

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I think a lot of cats put way too much emphasis on the parts of the warrior code that dont matter, and forget the parts that do, like "feed elders and kits first" and "never neglect a kit in pain or danger"... I feel like those are significantly more important than "a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet," but maybe that's just me.

#berry yaps #I'm irritated by the kittypet drama going on on this site

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I feel like we don't talk enough about how SkyClan got chased out of their own territory during a time of crisis rather than all of the Clans trying to make room for everyone...

I mean, seriously. I know it's taught to all SkyClan apprentices, but I've talked to some of my friends from other Clans and they just. Didn't know that. They were never taught that the other Clans allowed SkyClan to be chased out due to territory loss.

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:/ im pretty sure the whole thing about skclan being kicked out of their territory is just a conspiracy theory

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Imagine trying to tell a cat that they don't know their own Clan's history 💀

#ohh i finally found it again #that 1 fucker trying to say that skyclan's history is a "conspiracy theory"

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:/ I do not like being stuck on the wrong site.

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𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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[tritoch]

Have you got any thoughts to share about Sphene? I saw your post about how misrepresented FFXIV’s female characters are, and I’ve been hoping to see anything more than the typical “Evil AI colonizer etc.” or “Tragic woman who can never change ever” or “Wuk Lamat’s girlfriend”. Maybe our interpretations will differ but I’ll be happy if you can provide anything more complex than those.

Sure! Throwing all this under a read-more for anyone who hasn't finished 7.0 yet. I think I'll probably expand on this more later but wanted to get initial thoughts down. (Note after writing: I meant this to be brief but uhhhh brevity is not my strong suit sorry. This take just sort of ends abruptly because I realize I'm rambling.) Again, spoilers through the end of 7.0 MSQ.

I think Sphene is the sharpest work the game has done yet in casting the antagonist as the noble double of the protagonist (a well it returns to a lot with Emet, and Zenos, and Golbez, and...). But because the protagonist here is Wuk Lamat and not the Warrior of Light, that's also a much more defined and interesting role. To me, Wuk Lamat is, above all, the Righteous Queen, who rules thoughtfully, wisely, and justly, and whose claim to the throne is justified by her moral clarity. Sphene, in turn, is also a wise and good queen, one who undertakes all her actions with her people first in her hearts, a sense of compassion towards all, and a clear eye for the consequences and costs of her intended course of action. And it leads to utter disaster, for her, her people, and the people of Tural. That rocks!

The first half of 7.0 is about justifying the fact that Wuk Lamat's going to be Dawnservant. Wuk Lamat is compassionate, curious, wise, and open-minded. She wins over rebels and malcontents not by asserting her authority or by strength of force, but by taking her obligations to them (as her subjects) seriously. She knows many of her subjects personally and takes a great interest in their lives, and she respects even those who openly oppose her.

And everything Wuk Lamat does, Sphene does to 11. Wuk Lamat respects her subject peoples and is curious about their cultures? Sphene forcibly annexes Yyasulani, but goes out of her way and expends Alexandria's limited resources to enable the remaining Xak Turali to live in their accustomed way if desired (…to the extent allowed by the new permanent lightning storms and the internal conflicts caused by regulator adoption). Wuk Lamat cares about her people not just in the abstract but as individuals? Sphene visits sick kids, knows them by name! Wuk Lamat understands the burden of rulership is too great and cedes half her power to her brother? Sphene recognizes her own weaknesses and makes a deal with the devil to keep Alexandria's culture alive! Wuk Lamat is willing to die for her people? Sphene will forcibly traumatize herself into being a better queen, if that's what rulership demands.

For an expansion that spends the first half being like "wow isn't this perfect candidate for the crown so likable and humble? wouldn't it be nice to be ruled by a good king?," it sure is funny that the final boss is THE QUEEN ETERNAL and she hits you with attacks like LEGITIMATE FORCE and ABSOLUTE AUTHORITY and ROYAL DOMAIN. This, to me, is Sphene's role: she complicates and questions the themes we've developed in the first half. Most importantly to me, she makes us ask: what is devotion to a people or culture even worth?

There's a thing I kept thinking of constantly during Dawntrail, not because I think it directly influenced the game in any way but because the parallels were so stark and startling. It's Jonathan Hickman's New Avengers #18 (2014). Truthfully, I'm not a big comics guy; I only know this sequence because Ta-Nehisi Coates cited it as inspiration for his Black Panther run on Twitter once (I also didn't read TNC's run, I was following him for politics talk). Forgive me, comics people, if I get any details wrong. The parallels are almost comical, though. It goes like this:

A superhuman secret society formed of some of the smartest heroes (and villains) in the land re-forms to oppose an existential threat caused by incursions from other dimensions that threaten to cause literal collisions between Earth and its alternate dimension counterparts. Seeing no other alternatives, they undertake work on a weapon to destroy these other worlds. T'challa—king of a fictional hyperadvanced nation called Wakanda, and also the superhuman Black Panther—meets with his ghostly predecessors, the previous Black Panthers/kings, for he fears the moral stain on his soul and the souls of the people of Wakanda, if they survive explicitly by killing their alternate counterparts, will be too heavy to bear. His ancestors are not impressed.

To them, there is no question at all. A king's duty may be complex in the execution, but it is simple in its conception. Your people come before all others. Always. This is, must be, the fundamental ethic of a good king. To do otherwise would be a betrayal of the social order on which this imagined good monarchy is built. In a situation like this, the only option is to do what you must to protect them. "Will there be a cost? Yes. Might the universe burn? Let it. . . . You will kill them all if it means Wakanda stands. The golden city must never fall."

"I will do what I must" is Sphene's guiding principle. It is so important to her that when she recognizes that her sentimental attachments are making her waver in her duty, she severs them entirely, sacrificing her whole identity to the throne. It is also implicitly Wuk Lamat's position: she has no choice but to fight Sphene because to do otherwise would be to fail to protect her people. In fact, it's briefly even sort of the Warrior of Light's position, as when you tell Sphene before her trial that you understand what you must do, which is shut her down to protect others.

(One quick thought about the Warrior of Light: one cool thing about the antagonist this time being a double in a more exact way than Emet or Zenos is that it means other characters get a chance to relate to her differently than Wuk Lamat. The Warrior of Light, for example, is pressed into her service immediately upon your first meeting as the Queen's Champion, there to defend her if need be against all evil. This role is further affirmed by both robot Otis and Endless Otis, who essentially hand off their role as her knight to you, and reinforced when you flash back to the "might I call upon your aid" moment right before the end. Except, of course, you are loyal not just to her, but to the principles she represents, which her own acts betray, and so your ultimate act of aid is to essentially pass judgment on her and execute her. In a sense, you become the internal safeguard that a political system is supposed to have to protect against this very issue, and which Alexandria explicitly lost when it cast out/forgot Otis. Very Voeburt/ShB tank quests, it owns.)

But really, it's Sphene who embodies this sort of grim logic best. Aside from her transformation into the Queen Eternal, it's also why she suggests you simply become Alexandrians. It's the only way for her to reconcile her values and worldview, which have backed her into a corner where preserving Alexandria has come to mean a maximalist declaration of war on all life outside its borders because the kind of absolutely pain-free life she envisions for her citizens is completely unsustainable.

In this reading, one of Sphene's main beats is to unsettle what has preceded her in MSQ. In nearly all respects, she shares your values. She prizes life, is curious about other cultures, believes in the greatest good for the greatest possible number. But she is also a queen, and therefore irrevocably (in her eyes) tied to her state. Gulool Ja Ja and Wuk Lamat (and Koana) are the mythical wise rulers, thank god--but what if Wuk had inherited a Turali state that wasn't desperately in need of cross-cultural understanding, but one in a state of war? What value would her deep love for the people of Tural have held then? Sphene says, it would have held no value. If the survival of your people means harming the innocent, you harm the innocent. Kingship allows for no alternatives.

But she also concedes, in the very next breath, that she is still kind of wrong. Because what happened here was not inevitable, despite her programming (a brief note: to me Sphene being programmed is exactly the same as Emet being maybe-tempered, it's a fantasy gloss on the idea of social and cultural education. "I was programmed for this" is really no different from "I was trained and educated for this"), because the truth is that this kind of thoughtful, principled devotion to the state and its people is also a form of sentimental attachment, in the end. One that is maintained not because it is natural, and necessary, but because the monarch, too, likes it, and gets something from it.

In so many ways, in so many senses, the monarch is the state. Kings and queens may fancy themselves merely a reflection of their people's needs and desires, but of course even a cursory glance at history will tell you that far more often, states reflect their rulers. Sphene and Wuk Lamat both suggest that their conflict was inevitable, but was it? Or is the truth, as Sphene glancingly acknowledges here, that she turned her own fears and desires into the same policy goals that led to this tragedy? And if so...what does that say of our Good Queen, Wuk Lamat? Perhaps this could be different if they met earlier, says Wuk Lamat. But when? When did Wuk Lamat ever not love her people so dearly that she would not have sacrificed herself for them, or caused mass death for the sake of their survival? When did Sphene not believe the Endless to be people, or the preservation of Alexandria to be the most important thing? Maybe she means "had we met before you met Zoraal Ja," but of course, we the player actually saw their meeting. And we know that Sphene even then was not the hapless naif she'd like to pretend. She always knew exactly what she was doing.

We know the price of this kind of thinking, this Hobbesian view that states are engaged in a struggle of all against all. Living Memory lets you walk through it. To preserve Tural, we exterminate the Endless. We befriend them, learn about their lives, promise to remember them, and then we destroy them and their homes, leaving nothing but a bleak blank landscape and the sound of wind. This is what Sphene would have done to Tural and Eorzea. Indeed, it's what she's already doing to the people of Yyasulani, because no amount of well-intentioned aid can make up for trapping people under the dome for 30 years and systematically eroding their culture through the resonators.

To me, this is what makes Sphene really work, that way she has of forcing Wuk Lamat and the player to commit the same kinds of sins she has. We'd like to think ourselves better than her, but of course, we've already reconciled with and integrated Mamook's brutal eugenicist regime back into Turali society well before we ever met Sphene. At the end of our long "wow isn't having a wise queen cool???" expansion, we are met with "Legitimate Force" and "Absolute Authority" and see them for what they truly are: nothing but tools of violence. No longer does the idea of the Warrior of Light hanging around Tural as Wuk Lamat's advisor have the same attraction, now that we have been reminded of the way the putatively unquestionable logic of kingship can ultimately lock even the wisest and kindest rulers into a path of war and exploitation and destruction.

I think Sphene is FFXIV's most interesting and nuanced depiction yet of a leader. She really, truly, wants nothing more than to save her people and protect them from pain. But even seemingly loving and compassionate goals like these can readily lead us down dark paths. She's a "hard men make hard choices"-type character, a noble but misguided opponent, but as a loving and elegant fairy queen instead of a grizzled knight or extremely sad man. She fucking rocks.

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social's as yukimiya's girlfriend

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HI CHAT!!111!11 I KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS LIKE A CENTURY AGO BUT ITS FINE (i had school and i came home at like 5 and i had volleyball and track practice and i had to study bc i have exams every week pls save me also i had parent teacher conference and i didn't get cooked) HAPPY SATURDAY GAYS!🐺🐺

also if you took offense to any jokes i'm sorry i really don't mean any of it. i made references to some previous posts bc why not and i love f1 jokes so 😝😝

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SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

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sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[macking-cheese]

Transformers: Earthspark brainworms rn

What if Bee got put under Mandroid's control? GAH ITS EATING ME UP THINKING ABOUT IT

inspired by asimp4bee's (I think I spelled that right) art I saw with the same theory, and the song Control by Halsey

This also includes Breakbee! Ig it's like a situationship but actually they're terrible at feelings and Bee is like “am I not enough for him” and when shit goes down later Breakdown is like “damn I gotta step up fr” (this is probably a terrible explanation and for that I am sorry)

Also this accidentally became an exploration of Jawbreaker and Bee's relationship (AS SIBLINGS!!! I just think that in a way they complement each other and I wanna explore it) (It's probably me just projecting my neurodiversity onto them tbh)

This is like really bee-centric, more than I originally intended for it to be. I wanted it to gauge the terrans’ reactions to losing their brother/mom#2 (this is an inside joke pls don't flame me for it), then it became me wanting that twink mentally obliterated (and studying the journey of healing through family support after the inevitable crash out)

So here's a little drabble? Of me fleshing out the introduction of my ideas a bit more so I have a basic outline of where to go with the fic I'm planning! This has some dark themes (TW: suicidal ideation, kidnapping, torture, violence, harming of children, crazy how most of this is canon typical)

Basically this is set right after the kids break Bee and co out of the G.H.O.S.T cells, he tries one last time to get Breakdown to join them, and is rejected. So Bee goes home with the kids, and after a bit, making sure they're okay and under supervision of their family, he goes back alone to try and get Breakdown to join him again, the first place he looks being back at the facility, hoping he might still be there, but he knew he wouldn't, it was his dumb optimism saying there might have still been a chance.

Of course heading back there first was a bad idea. Probably the shittiest call he could make. He immediately gets recaptured and those G.H.O.S.T fuckers torture him and demonstrate their new mind control technology, trying to break the bot mentally and turn him into a weapon for their own personal/military use. When the big battle happens, he's sent out and,,,,

The terrans are so happy to see him, they missed their brother figure (jokingly their mom#2) and could really use his help and possibly Breakdown's, if he succeeded in his mission, in the fight. He told them he was going back to try and get more recruits, he'd be gone for no longer than a day, but if it takes longer, not to worry. It's been two weeks. (Or however it happened canonically, idk. I haven't actually watched the show in a month so this original setup probably doesn't make sense, really just writing to write here)

But when they get a closer look, he seems so worn down and tired and small. Trying to appear angry and bitter and intimidating, but it looked so fake and they didn't know why he wasn't easing up upon seeing the terrans again, until they see that cold, emotionless white in his optics.

They can't believe it. He’s not wearing a G.H.O.S.T badge. Maybe he's playing an ill-timed prank.

“That's not funny, Bee”

“We need your help”

“You're scaring me”

“Please stop”

“Bee?”

They notice the flicker of blue and the horrid screech-click of a failing vocalizer. The way his body trembles and his arm plating shakes with the effort to keep it from transforming into his stinger.

A last-ditch effort on his end, he turns on his radio with a slurry of static.

“C-an't help thi-sssssssss- should be sk- scared -f me-!”

The terrans are a mix of horrified and worried. They know they should move, run away, some catch up fast enough and do that, having to drag others. Jawbreaker just can't. That's his favorite person, his confidant, his older brother.

“Back-back-ba-ckhss… up!” It was the only semblance of himself that he seemed to have somewhat control of, and he clung to it. The terrans needed to know he didn't mean anything he was going to do.

Jawbreaker did move, a few disbelieving steps away, not fast enough to dodge the hand landing on his chest to move him away, too harshly for anyone's comfort.

Bumblebee was tearing himself up to try and fight for control. It hurt, it hurt so much, he almost wanted to sink into that awful bliss the chip in his back offered. But he couldn't, those were his mentees, his kids. He'd kill himself if he ever brought harm to them.

He wondered if the chip would stop him if he tried now. Maybe he could fry his circuits if he kept pushing against the breaching walls of code. Maybe he could shoot himself or something.

With that thought his arm finally transformed and the kids booked it. He couldn't stop himself from aiming at them and landed a few painful shots. He begged for forgiveness as he lost himself, giving up and letting the parasite fully enter him.

All this for Breakdown, and he didn't even know if it was worth it to have gone back in the first place.

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There's so much more I have running around in my head and my notes for this! You're welcome to share any thoughts, and please disregard if this was structured oddly. I'm jumping in my seat right now with excitement and my thoughts are a bit scattered trying to get this out.

[isthiscoinsidenceorasign]

She's Theirs: Blame It on the Tequila

Title: Blame It on the Tequila Summary: Nichole meets Bradley and Jake for the first time at The Hard Deck. Word Count: 10,341 Warnings: Drinking, drunk sex, flirting, threesome, oral sex, P in V, double vaginal penetration, slight praise kink Tags: Smut Author Notes: Hey guys! This is my first official TGM story. It's a bit different then the stories you're probably use to reading, being that it's polyamorous. There's also going to be A LOT of smut!!! I didn't intend for there to be as much as there is but y'all have seen Glen and Miles. It's honestly there fault for looking so good and causing me to think dirty, smutty thoughts. I also would like to warn readers that a lot of the chapters are very long. I'm trying to go through what I've already written and see what I can break into different chapters so they're not as long. And I'm also trying to keep the chapter length in mind for anything new I write. Hence why I put up a poll asking about story length. So if you like long chapters this story is definitely for you! If not I'm sorry in advance! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy the story!

Nichole sat at the bar sipping her beer that Penny had gotten her moments ago.

Penny had decided to offer live music and scored a local popular band, Fuselage, to play out on the deck. She decided to invite her boyfriends daughter Nichole to the first performance.

As she took a swig of her beer she noticed a man in a Hawaiian T-shirt and white wife beater appear next to her.

Nichole glanced sideways at the newcomer, her eyebrow arching slightly as she took in his attire. The clash of tropical print and stark white undershirt was almost as jarring as his sudden appearance at her elbow. She took another sip of her beer, savoring the crisp taste as she waited to see if Hawaiian Shirt Guy would make a move.

"Nice night for some music," he said, leaning casually against the bar.

Nichole smirked, her father's trademark expression playing across her features. "I'd say it's a nice night for a lot of things," she replied, her tone playful but guarded. Let’s see what kind of angle you’re working here, Hawaiian Shirt Guy, she thought to her self. She took another sip of her beer, watching him over the rim of her glass like a cat sizing up a new toy.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Penny watching their interaction, a knowing look on the older woman's face. Nichole suppressed a grin, wondering what sage advice her father's girlfriend would offer later about this encounter.

The band could be heard setting up on the deck.

"I'm Bradley," Hawaiian Shirt Guy said, offering his hand with a confidence that suggested he wasn't accustomed to rejection.

"Nick," she replied, giving his hand a firm shake that matched his own.

"Nick," he repeated, holding her gaze a beat longer than necessary. "Short for Nicole, I'm guessing?"

"Nichole," she corrected, emphasizing the 'h' with a slight tilt of her head. "But only my mother calls me that when she's pissed."

Bradley laughed, a warm sound that seemed to rise from somewhere genuine. "Fair enough. And what brings you to The Hard Deck tonight, Nick?"

She gestured toward Penny, who was now expertly mixing cocktails down the bar. "A friend invited me. You?"

"I fly with the squadron based at North Island," he said, the statement simple but carrying weight. "This place is something of a tradition."

Nichole's interest piqued, though she kept her expression neutral. Growing up around pilots had taught her to recognize the subtle tells—the straight posture, the calculated awareness of surroundings, the underlying intensity beneath the casual demeanor. This guy was definitely a naval aviator.

"North Island, huh?" Nichole swirled the remaining beer in her bottle, her gaze steady on Bradley, as if trying to gauge the depth of his confidence "You must know your way around an F/A-18 then."

Bradley's eyebrows rose slightly, surprise and intrigue flashing across his face. "You know your aircraft."

"Let's just say I've spent some time around hangars," Nichole replied with a cryptic smile.

As she glanced at Bradley, Nichole noticed a shift in his posture. The easy confidence he'd exuded just moments ago seemed to harden, his frame growing taut like a wire pulled just shy of snapping. His shoulders squared subtly, his gaze sharpening as though scanning for an incoming threat—or perhaps, an unavoidable confrontation. It wasn’t alarm exactly, but there was a guarded precision in the way he held himself now, a readiness that piqued her interest. Before she could put her finger on it, a voice cut through the din of the bar. Bradley had to fight the urge to roll his eyes.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The familiar voice drawled, a hint of amusement coloring the words.

Nichole turned, her green eyes lighting up at the sight of the mystery hunk standing next to her. She had never met him before but could sense that Bradley had.

Nichole's gaze flickered between the two men, sensing the sudden tension crackling in the air. The newcomer exuded cocky confidence, his smirk a mirror image of her own trademark expression. She couldn't help but feel a spark of intrigue.

"Hangman," Bradley said, his tone carefully neutral. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

"What can I say, Rooster? I'm full of surprises," Hangman replied, his eyes never leaving Nichole. "And who's this lovely lady you've been keeping all to yourself?"

Nichole raised an eyebrow, amused by the obvious rivalry between the two pilots. She decided to take control of the situation.

"Nick," she said, extending her hand to Hangman. "And I assure you, no one's keeping me to themselves."

Hangman's grin widened as he took her hand, holding it a fraction longer than necessary. "Jake Seresin," he introduced himself, his voice dropping to a silky timbre. "Though most people just call me Hangman."

"Let me guess," Nichole said, withdrawing her hand with deliberate slowness. "Because you've left a trail of broken hearts hanging."

Jake laughed, a rich sound that seemed to vibrate through her. "That's one theory. I prefer to keep people guessing about the origin story."

Bradley shifted his weight, the movement subtle but enough to remind them both of his presence. "Hangman here is one of our squadron's more... memorable pilots."

"What Rooster means," Jake interjected, leaning closer to Nichole, "is that I'm the best damn pilot in the program."

"Second best," Bradley corrected with practiced calm, though Nichole noticed the slight tightening around his eyes.

"Is that what they're teaching you in those simulators now?" Jake shot back, his smile never wavering even as the barb hit its mark.

Nichole suppressed a smile, watching the two men circle each other verbally. Their rivalry had the well-worn feel of something that had been simmering for years. She folded her arms over her chest, leaning back slightly as though preparing to enjoy the show.

"Nichole raised her beer in a mock toast, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced between the two pilots. 'Now, now, boys, let's not make it a competition... unless there's a trophy involved.'

Jake's eyes darkened at her double entendre, a flash of heat passing between them that made her pulse quicken. "I'd be happy to give you a personal demonstration sometime."

"I bet you would," Nichole replied, her voice dropping to match his. She took another slow sip of her beer, letting her lips linger on the glass’s edge.

Bradley cleared his throat. "Nick was just telling me she knows her way around an F/A-18."

Jake's interest visibly heightened, his posture shifting subtly toward her. "Is that right? Aviation enthusiast or something more?"

Nichole shrugged, enjoying the power of withholding. "Let's just say I've spent my life around flyboys. Takes more than a call sign to impress me."

The band struck their first chord outside, the vibration of bass pulsing through the wooden floorboards. The deck was beginning to fill with patrons, their silhouettes backlit by the string lights Penny had hung earlier that day.

"Dance with me," Jake said suddenly, the request carrying the weight of a command.

Jake’s words hung in the air, charged and deliberate. Nichole blinked, the faintest trace of surprise flickering in her eyes before a slow smile curved her lips. Bold move, she thought, her fingers tracing the rim of her beer bottle as if weighing her stien. She let the silence stretch, savoring the tension, before Bradley cleared his throat behind her.

"We were in the middle of a conversation, Hangman." Bradley's jaw tightened.

"Were we?" Jake's eyes never left hers.

“I'll dance with you but only if Bradley can join us.” She admitted, not wanting to choose between either man.

Jake's eyes widened slightly, his confident smirk faltering for just a moment before he recovered. "Both of us? That's...a first."

"I'm an unconventional girl," Nichole replied, setting her beer down with deliberate precision. "Besides, I've always believed in equal opportunity."

Bradley's expression was unreadable, but something flickered behind his hazel eyes—surprise, curiosity, perhaps even a hint of desire. "I don't think that's—"

"Afraid you can't keep up, Rooster?" Jake challenged, already extending his hand to Nichole.

The band had shifted into something with a heavy, insistent beat that seemed to match the sudden tension between the three of them. Nichole slid off her barstool, her movements liquid and confident.

"Coming, Bradley?" she asked over her shoulder, already being led toward the crowd.

Seeing the look she gave him he didn't think twice and followed after her and Jake.

On the way outside Nichole stopped when saw one of the bar workers passing out complimentary shots on a big tray. She picked up three shot glasses of tequila, one for each of them. The worker gave her a knowing smile before moving on to pass out more drinks.

Nichole handed a shot to each of the pilots, her fingers brushing against theirs deliberately. "To new adventures," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, raising her glass.

Jake and Bradley exchanged a glance for a few moments before clinking their shots together with Nichole's. The tequila burned a path down their throats, setting the tone for what promised to be an interesting night. Nichole shook her head, letting the alcohol warm her body.

As they stepped onto the crowded deck, the music enveloped them. Nichole moved between the two men, her body swaying to the rhythm. She reached back, grabbing Bradley's hand to pull him closer while maintaining eye contact with Jake.

"Let's see if you flyboys can keep up," she challenged, her voice barely audible over the music.

Jake's hands found her hips, his touch confident and possessive. Bradley hesitated for a moment before placing his hands on her waist.

Nichole felt the heat of their bodies pressing against her as she moved to the pulsing beat. The tequila warmed her veins, lowering her inhibitions just enough to make this deliciously dangerous. She rolled her hips, feeling Jake's grip tighten in response. Behind her, Bradley's breath hitched as she pressed back against him.

The song shifted, the tempo increasing. Nichole raised her arms, letting her fingers trail along Jake's jawline before reaching back to tangle in Bradley's hair. She could feel the tension radiating off both men, their rivalry momentarily forgotten as they focused solely on her.

"You're playing with fire, Nick," Jake murmured in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

She turned her head, meeting his intense gaze as her pulse quickened. "Maybe I like getting burned," she replied, her voice husky.

Bradley's hands slid further up her waist, his fingers spreading possessively across her abdomen. The boldness of his touch surprised her, sending a delicious shiver up her spine.

"You should know," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and unexpectedly commanding as his mustache gently tickled her skin, "that we take our competitions very seriously."

Nichole turned her head slightly, catching the dangerous glint in his eyes. This steady, controlled pilot had depths she hadn't anticipated. The revelation sent a rush of heat through her core. She allowed Jake to twirl her around before pressing herself further into Bradley. Almost grinding against him.

"Is that what this is now?" she asked, deliberately rolling her hips between them. "A competition?"

Jake's laugh was dark and promising as his hands trailed up her sides, fingertips just grazing the curve of her breasts. "Everything between Rooster and me is a competition, sweetheart. The question is—" his lips brushed against her neck, "—

"—who are you going to declare the winner?"

Nichole's breath caught at Jake's bold words and Bradley's firm grip. She was acutely aware of being sandwiched between two powerful, competitive men, their bodies moving in sync with hers to the pulsing beat. The air around them felt electric, charged with an intoxicating mix of rivalry and desire.

"Bold of you to assume I'll choose just one," Nichole purred, tilting her head to give Jake better access to her neck while pressing back against Bradley's solid chest making him readjust his stance. "Maybe I want to see how you both perform."

Bradley's fingers flexed against her stomach, his touch searing through the thin fabric of her tank top. "Careful what you wish for," he warned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Another bartender was walking nearby with a tray full of tequila shots. Nichole gave the woman a knowing look, beckoning her to her.

Jake's lips curved into a wicked smile against her skin. "—oh, I think she knows exactly what she's asking for," Jake finished, reaching past Nichole to snag three more shots from the passing tray.

The bartender gave them a sly smile before disappearing back into the crowd. Jake handed a shot to Nichole, his fingers lingering against hers, then passed one to Bradley with a challenging look.

"To performance reviews," Jake said with a smirk, raising his glass.

Nichole's lips curved into a smile as she clinked her glass against both of theirs. "May the best man... or men... win."

They downed the shots in unison, the tequila burning a familiar path down her throat as before. She closed her eyes letting herself savor the way the liquid felt going down her esophagus.

The music seemed to intensify, the bass thrumming through her body as she resumed dancing between them.

Nichole felt the tequila hitting her system, amplifying the heat radiating from the two men pressed against her. She let her inhibitions slip away, losing herself in the pulsing rhythm and the electric tension between them.

Her hands roamed freely now, one reaching back to grip Bradley's neck while the other traced the firm planes of Jake's chest. She could feel their breathing grow heavier, their touches becoming bolder with each passing moment.

Jake's lips found her pulse point, teeth grazing lightly against her sensitive skin. A soft gasp escaped her, encouraging him further. Not to be outdone, Bradley's hands slid lower, fingers hooking into the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her hips back against him.

The competitive energy between the two pilots was palpable, each trying to outdo the other in their attentions to Nichole. She reveled in it, playing them off each other.

"You boys certainly know how to make a girl feel appreciated," Nichole purred, arching her back to press herself more firmly against Bradley's chest. One of her hands moving to casually brush against Jake's crotch.

"So what's it going to be, Nick?" Jake's voice was rough against her ear due to casual sensation, his breath hot on her skin. "His place or mine?"

Nichole laughed, the sound low and throaty as she turned in their embrace, somehow managing to keep both men close. "Aren't you two getting ahead of yourselves?" she teased, though her eyes told a different story.

Bradley's gaze darkened as he watched her, his usual restraint wavering. "Maybe. But something tells me you've already made up your mind."

She looked between them, her green eyes glittering with mischief in the string lights overhead. She noticed a flicker of vulnerability in Bradley's eyes. As if he felt she wouldn't choose him.

The band had shifted to something slower now, the sultry notes wrapping around them like a caress.

"I have. I decided we should get another round of shots.” She smirked.

Jake groaned, his hands tightening possessively on her hips. "You're a tease," he accused, but his eyes sparkled with appreciation for her game.

"Not teasing if I plan to follow through," Nichole countered, stepping out of their embrace but catching both their hands. "I just believe in... thorough evaluation."

Bradley's laugh was unexpected—deep and genuine. "Careful, Hangman. I think we've met our match."

They gripped her hands as they made their way back to the bar, the crowd parting for them as if sensing the charged energy between the trio. Penny caught Nichole's eye from behind the bar, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her flanked by the two clearly interested pilots. Nichole responded with a subtle wink that made Penny shake her head in amused disbelief.

"Three tequilas," Nichole called over the loud music. “Hell make it six.”

"Six it is," Penny replied with a knowing look, lining up the shot glasses and filling them with golden liquid. "You sure you know what you're doing, honey?"

"Never been more sure of anything," Nichole answered, her voice carrying a confidence that made both men shift closer to her.

Jake leaned against the bar, his body angled toward her. "So, Nick," he said, rolling her name across his tongue like he was tasting it, "what exactly does this thorough evaluation of yours entail?"

Bradley's eyes never left her face, his quiet intensity a counterpoint to Jake's open challenge.

Nichole picked up two shots, handing one to each pilot. "First test—following instructions." She lifted her own shot glass. "These two are for drinking. The next two..." She leaned in, lowering her voice so only they could hear, "I'm thinking body shots.”

Jake's eyes darkened with desire, while Bradley's expression remained carefully controlled, though Nichole noticed his pupils dilate at her suggestion.

"Body shots," Jake repeated, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes widened slightly with pleasant surprise. " Finally, something I can get behind."

"Question is," Bradley said, his composed demeanor belied by the intensity in his gaze, "who's going to be the canvas?"

Nichole downed her shot, relishing the burn as she set the empty glass on the bar with deliberate precision. "Me first," she decided, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Then we'll see about taking turns."

Jake and Bradley exchanged a look—half challenge, half something deeper that Nichole couldn't quite decipher. They knocked back their shots simultaneously, neither breaking eye contact with the other.

Penny slid the remaining three shots toward them, a hint of amusement playing across her features.

Nichole gave the boys a playful wink before she hopped up onto the bar, her movements fluid despite the tequila coursing through her system. She lay back, the cool wood pressing against her skin as she lifted the hem of her tank top, exposing a strip of toned stomach.

She felt completely exhilarated as she looked up at both men. A rush of heat cursing through her veins.

"Who's first?" she challenged, her voice husky with anticipation.

Jake stepped forward, his eyes raking over her body. "Ladies' choice," he said, his trademark smirk in place.

Nichole smirked before her gaze flicked to Bradley, noting the way his jaw clenched as he watched them. There was slight hesitation etched across his features. "What do you say, Bradley? Care to show us how it's done?"

Bradley hesitated for a split second before moving closer, his usual reserve cracking under the weight of desire. He took the shot glass, his fingers brushing against hers deliberately.

"Hold still," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Nichole shivered as Bradley's warm breath ghosted across her exposed skin. With extreme slowness, he poured the tequila into the shallow dip of her navel, his steady hand never wavering. Their eyes locked as he leaned down, his lips just brushing her stomach as he lapped up the liquid.

A soft gasp escaped her as his tongue swirled against her skin, taking his time to ensure he didn't miss a drop. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with barely restrained hunger.

"Your turn, Hangman," Bradley said, his voice rough as he stepped back.

Jake didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the next shot, his movements more aggressive than Bradley's as he poured the tequila onto Nichole's stomach. She arched slightly at the cool sensation, earning a low growl from Jake.

Jake dipped his head, his lips and tongue making contact with Nichole's skin in a searing caress. Unlike Bradley's methodical approach, Jake was all passion and urgency, his teeth grazing her flesh as he lapped up the tequila. Nichole couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her lips, her body arching into his touch.

When Jake finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire. "Damn," he breathed, his voice husky.

Nichole sat up slowly, her skin tingling where their mouths had been. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her, the air thick with tension and unspoken promises.

"My turn," she announced, sliding off the bar with feline grace. She picked up the last shot, her eyes moving between the two pilots. "Shirts off, boys. Let's see who makes the better canvas."

Jake didn't hesitate, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion to reveal a muscled torso. Bradley followed suit a moment later, his movements more measured but no less enticing as he stripped off Hawaiian shirt followed by his white wife beater.

Nichole's eyes roamed appreciatively over both men's sculpted physiques. "Well, well," she purred. "Looks like all those flight hours pay off in more ways than one."

She approached Jake first, the shot glass held delicately between her fingers. With deliberate slowness, she poured a thin line of tequila along his collarbone, watching as it trickled down his chest.

Jake's breath hitched as Nichole leaned in, her lips brushing against his skin as she licked a path along the tequila trail. She took her time, savoring the salt of his skin mixed with the burn of the alcohol.

Nichole's tongue continued to trace a slow, deliberate path along Jake's collarbone, following the trail of tequila down his chest. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch, his breathing growing ragged. When she reached the end of the liquor's path, she placed a light nip on his pec, eliciting a low groan from Jake.

She pulled back, her eyes dark with desire as she met his heated gaze. "Not bad, Hangman," she murmured, her voice husky. "But let's see how Rooster measures up."

Turning to Bradley, Nichole saw the barely contained hunger in his eyes. His usual composure was cracking, replaced by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She approached him slowly, the remaining tequila sloshing in the shot glass.

With calculated precision, she poured the golden liquid into the hollow at the base of Bradley's throat, watching intently as it pooled there before trickling down the defined planes of his chest. Unlike Jake's eagerness, Bradley stood perfectly still, his control evident in every taut muscle.

Nichole leaned in, her lips hovering just above his skin. "Let's see what you're made of, Rooster," she whispered before her tongue dipped into the hollow of his throat.

Bradley's sharp intake of breath was the only indication that her actions affected him. His hands remained at his sides, though she could see his fingers curling into fists as she slowly licked the trail of tequila down his chest. When she reached his sternum, she looked up at him through her lashes, purposefully maintaining eye contact as her tongue made one final, lingering sweep across his skin. She let one of her hands move to slide down his chest. Loving the feel of his toned body underneath her small hand.

Both men were equally attractive in there own ways. But one thing they had in common was how horny they were making her.

"Jesus," he muttered, his voice strained.

Nichole straightened, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she observed both pilots' reactions. The tequila had left her pleasantly buzzed, her inhibitions falling away like autumn leaves.

Three more shots were placed on the bar. They were probably for someone else but she didn't care. Nick passed one to both men, leaving the third for herself. She quickly downed it causing the two pilots to follow suit. She the watched them for a moment, loving the way they practically worshiped her with there eyes.

"I think," she said, her voice low and sultry, "that further evaluation requires a more... private setting."

Jake's eyes darkened with desire. "My place is ten minutes from here."

"Mine's closer," Bradley countered, the competition between them intensifying.

Nichole laughed, the sound rich and full of promise. "Boys, boys," she chided, trailing her fingers down both their chests. "Why choose?"

Their expressions shifted simultaneously, surprise giving way to intrigue as they processed her meaning.

"You're suggesting..." Bradley began, his usually composed voice rough with want.

"Both of us?" Jake finished, his trademark cockiness momentarily replaced by genuine surprise.

Nichole's lips curved into a wicked smile as she traced a finger along Bradley's jawline and then Jake's. "What's the matter, flyboys? Can't handle a little... unconventional mission?"

The challenge in her voice was unmistakable, hanging in the air between them like a gauntlet thrown. For a moment, the two rivals exchanged a loaded glance—something unspoken passing between them that transcended their usual competition.

Jake recovered first, his trademark smirk sliding back into place. "Sweetheart, there's nothing I can't handle," he drawled, moving closer until his chest brushed against her back.

Bradley's eyes darkened, his gaze intense as he stepped forward, effectively sandwiching Nichole between them once more. "You sure about this, Nick?" he asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Her answer was to reach up and pull Bradley's face down to hers, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about her intentions. He responded immediately, one hand tangling in her dark hair while the other gripped her hip possessively.

Jake growled behind her, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin, sending shivers cascading down her spine as his hands slid around her waist.

When Nichole finally broke the kiss with Bradley, she was breathing hard, her pupils dilated with desire. She turned her head, meeting Jake's hungry gaze before pulling him into an equally passionate kiss. Bradley's lips moved to her exposed neck, his controlled demeanor giving way to something primal.

"So," she breathed when she finally pulled away from Jake, "whose place is it going to be?"

"Mine," they answered in unison.

Nick laughed. “We'll go to my place. I have a California king bed.” She winked.

Both men paused, exchanging glances that contained equal parts surprise and competitive interest.

"Your place it is," Bradley said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made heat pool in Nichole's belly.

Jake's fingers traced patterns along her hip. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

Nichole grinned wildly before she disentangled herself from between them, immediately missing their heat. Both men grabbed there discarded clothes and immediately put them on. She grabbed her jacket from the barstool and caught Penny's knowing look from behind the bar. The older woman raised an eyebrow that clearly said "be careful," but there was no judgment in her expression—just concern wrapped in understanding.

Nichole gave her a subtle nod before turning back to the pilots. "My car's out front."

Both men said no at the same time.

“I'll order us an Uber.” Jake insisted.

With the alcohol they had tonight it was wise that neither one of them drive.

Nichole grinned at their synchronized response. "Smart boys. Uber it is."

Jake already had his phone out, fingers moving across the screen. "Seven minutes," he announced, his eyes never leaving her face.

The anticipation between them crackled like electricity as they made their way to the exit. Nichole felt Bradley's hand at the small of her back, a possessive gesture that Jake quickly mirrored on her opposite side. The competing touches sent delicious shivers up her spine.

Outside, the cool night air did little to dampen the heat building between them. They stood in the parking lot, the string lights from the deck casting them in a soft glow. Nichole found herself sandwiched between them again, Bradley in front of her, Jake behind, their bodies creating a cocoon of warmth and mounting desire.

"Second thoughts?" Bradley murmured, his eyes searching hers.

Nichole shook her head, her green eyes gleaming with certainty. "Not a single one," she replied, running her hands up Bradley's chest. "Though I am wondering which one of you is going to take charge." She said slow walking her fingers up Jake's chest.

Jake's laugh was low and dangerous against her ear. “Sweetheart, you’re in good hands.”

The intensity in Bradley's gaze deepened, something primal emerging from beneath his controlled exterior. "We might be rivals in the air," he said, his voice dropping to a commanding timbre that made her pulse quicken, "but we know how to work together when the mission requires it."

The Uber's headlights swept across them, illuminating the three figures locked in their intimate tableau. Reluctantly, they separated, though Jake's hand remained firmly at the small of her back as they approached the vehicle.

The ride to Nichole's place was charged with tension, and it didn't help when she placed a hand on each of there legs.

The car ride was a delicious kind of torture. Nichole sat between them in the back seat, the tight quarters forcing their thighs to press against hers. Every bump in the road pushed them closer together, creating friction that had nothing to do with the vehicle's suspension.

She kept her hands on their legs, fingers occasionally tracing small circles that inched higher with each passing minute. Jake's arm draped across the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing Bradley's shoulder in what might have seemed accidental if not for the loaded glance they exchanged above her head.

Nichole softly started to sing to a song that came on the car's radio, her voice impressively steady despite Bradley's hand finding its way to her inner thigh, his touch firm and possessive. On her other side, Jake's lips brushed against her ear as he murmured, "You have a beautiful voice. I bet you make even prettier sounds in bed."

A shiver ran through her at his words, her breath catching slightly. She turned her head, meeting Jake's intense gaze. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" she challenged in a whisper.

Bradley's fingers flexed on her thigh, a subtle reminder of his presence. Nichole's other hand found his, intertwining their fingers as she held Jake's stare.

Nichole's fingers danced higher up their thighs, her touch deliberate and teasing. Bradley's breathing deepened while Jake's jaw tightened visibly. When the driver hit a pothole, she let her hand brush briefly against the growing bulge in Jake's pants, eliciting a barely suppressed groan.

"Behave," Bradley murmured in her ear, though his own hand had drifted dangerously high on her thigh.

"Where's the fun in that?" she whispered back, turning to meet his gaze with a challenging look.

The Uber pulled up to her building, a modern apartment complex with a view of the bay. As they stepped out, the cool night air did nothing to dampen the heat between them. Jake's hand found the small of her back as they walked toward the entrance, while Bradley stayed close on her other side.

In the elevator, the tension between them reached a fever pitch. As soon as the doors closed, Jake pressed Nichole against the mirrored wall, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Bradley watched for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, before stepping forward. His hand cupped the back of Nichole's neck, gently but firmly turning her face away from Jake and towards him. His kiss was slower, more controlled, but no less passionate.

Nichole moaned softly into Bradley's mouth as Jake's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She was acutely aware of being sandwiched between their hard bodies, the heat of their desire palpable in the small space.

The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at her floor. They broke apart, all three breathing heavily. Nichole's eyes were dark with desire as she looked between the two pilots.

"Last chance to back out, boys," she said, her voice husky.

Jake's trademark smirk returned. "Not a chance in hell, sweetheart."

Bradley's response was more subtle - a slight tightening of his jaw and an intensity in his gaze that sent shivers down Nichole's spine.

She led them down the hallway, fumbling slightly with her keys as she reached her door. The anticipation was making her hands shake. Finally, she got the door open and stepped inside, flicking on the lights.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jake spun her around, pressing her against the door as his lips found hers in a hungry kiss. Bradley moved behind her, his hands sliding under her tank top to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. Her jacket that she was holding fell from her hand with a semi loud thud to the floor.

Nichole moaned into Jake's mouth as Bradley's fingers traced up her ribcage, grazing the underside of her breasts. She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Bradley's chest while pulling Jake closer by his belt loops.

Jake broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked over her shoulder at Bradley. Some unspoken communication passed between them, and suddenly Nichole found herself being lifted, Jake's hands under her thighs as he carried her towards the bedroom.

Bradley followed close behind, already taking off his button up shirt. As Jake set Nichole down on the edge of the bed, Bradley knelt in front of her, his hands running up her jean-clad thighs with intentional slowness. His eyes, usually so controlled, now burned with undisguised hunger.

"Been thinking about this since I first saw you at the bar," Bradley murmured, his fingers finding the button of her jeans.

Jake moved behind her, his chest pressing against her back as his hands slid under her tank top. "For once, I agree with Rooster," he said, his voice rough against her ear. "Sweetheart,my thoughts would make you blush."

Nichole laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as Bradley popped open the button of her jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down. "Care to share those thoughts, Hangman?" she challenged, tilting her had. “Because if you think I'd blush at yours, I'd love to see what you’d do with mine.” She said as she dragged a finger a long his jawline.

Jake's lips curved into a wicked smile against her neck. "Let's just say they involve seeing how many times we can make you come tonight."

Nichole's breath hitched as Bradley's fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans, tugging them down her hips with agonizing slowness. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver—or perhaps it was the hungry look in his eyes as he revealed her black lace underwear.

"I like the way you think," she purred, lifting her hips to help Bradley remove her jeans completely.

As Bradley tossed her jeans aside, Jake's hands slid under her tank top, his calloused palms rough against her smooth skin as they moved upward. In one fluid motion, he pulled the garment over her head, leaving her in just her matching black bra and panties.

Both men paused, drinking in the sight of Nichole's toned body clad only in black lace. Jake's hands skimmed down her sides, his touch feather-light and teasing. Bradley's eyes darkened as he took in every curve, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties with exaggerated slowness.

"Beautiful," Bradley murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Jake hummed in agreement, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind Nichole's ear. "Absolutely stunning," he added, his breath hot against her skin.

Nichole arched into their touches, her body thrumming with anticipation. "You two are wearing far too many clothes," she observed, her voice husky.

As if on cue, both men began to undress. Jake stepped back, quickly shedding his remaining clothes. Bradley stood, his movements more measured but no less urgent as undressed. He then kneeled on the bed and leaned forward.

Bradley's fingers brushed against the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. As the lace fell away, Jake's hands cupped her breasts from behind, his thumbs grazing over her hardened nipples.

"Fuck," Bradley muttered, his composure slipping as he watched Jake's hands on her. The rivalry between them transformed into something different—a shared mission to unravel her completely.

Nichole gasped as Bradley dropped to his knees again, his lips trailing hot kisses across her stomach while Jake continued his ministrations. Their choreographed movements suggested they'd done this before, though she doubted they'd ever shared a woman quite like her.

"Bed," she commanded breathlessly. "Now."

They complied immediately, Jake lifting her with surprising gentleness while Bradley pulled back the covers. As they laid her down, Nichole got her first

unobstructed view of both men fully naked. Their bodies were sculpted by years of rigorous training—Jake leaner and more wiry, Bradley with broader shoulders and a more solid build. Both equally impressive in their arousal.

"Like what you see?" Jake asked, his trademark cockiness returning as he noticed her appreciative gaze.

"Very much," Nichole purred, beckoning them both toward her. "Now come here and show me what those pilot hands can do."

Bradley reached her first, his body covering hers as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. His weight pressed her into the mattress, the delicious pressure making her arch up against him. Jake moved to her side, his lips finding her breast while his hand slid down her stomach.

Bradley's mouth moved from Nichole's lips to her neck, trailing hot kisses down her throat as Jake's tongue circled her nipple. She moaned, arching into their touch, her hands gripping Bradley's shoulders.

"God, you taste good," Bradley murmured against her collarbone, his usual restraint crumbling with each passing second.

Jake's hand slid lower, fingers tracing the edge of her lace panties before dipping beneath the fabric. He groaned at the wetness he found there. "So ready for us," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Nichole gasped as Jake's fingers found her center, circling with deliberate slowness. Bradley captured her moan with his mouth, kissing her deeply as his hand joined Jake's exploration, tugging her panties down her legs.

"Tell us what you want, Nick," Bradley commanded, his voice dropping to that authoritative tone that sent shivers racing down her spine.

Nichole arched into their touch, her body aflame with desire. "Everything," she breathed, her green eyes dark with need as she looked between them. "I want everything you both have to give."

Jake's fingers continued their torturous exploration, circling her center with expert precision. "Be specific, sweetheart," he urged, his trademark smirk playing across his lips as he watched her reaction. "We're pilots. We need clear instructions."

Bradley's hand joined Jake's, his touch more deliberate, more controlled. The contrast between their styles—Jake's intuitive intensity versus Bradley's methodical precision—was driving her wild.

"I want your mouth," she gasped, locking eyes with Bradley. His pupils dilated at her command. “And I want you in mine.”

Bradley's eyes darkened at Nichole's command. Without hesitation, he moved down her body, trailing hot kisses along her stomach as he positioned himself between her thighs. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as his mouth found her center.

Nichole gasped at the first touch of his tongue, her back arching off the bed. Jake watched with heated interest, his hand stroking her hair as Bradley worked her with his mouth.

"That's it, sweetheart," Jake murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Let us hear how good it feels."

As if on cue, Nichole let out a low moan, her fingers tangling in Bradley's hair. Jake took the opportunity to shift, positioning himself so that his hardness was level with her face.

"My turn," he said with a smirk, his hand cupping her cheek.

Nichole turned her head, her lips parting to welcome Jake as Bradley's tongue continued its relentless assault on her senses. She took Jake into her mouth, moaning around him as Bradley hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Fuck," Jake hissed, his hand tightening in her hair. "Your mouth is even better than I imagined."

The dual sensations were overwhelming—Bradley's methodical, precise attention between her thighs and Jake's controlled thrusts between her lips. Nichole felt herself spiraling toward the edge, her body tensing as pleasure built within her.

Bradley sensed her approaching climax, his pace increasing as his hands gripped her thighs more firmly. Jake watched her face intently, his own pleasure evident in the tightening of his jaw and the quickening of his breath.

"That's it," Jake encouraged, his voice strained. "Let go for us Nick.”

Nichole's body trembled as the wave of pleasure crested. She cried out around Jake, her back arching off the bed as Bradley's relentless attention pushed her over the edge. Waves of ecstasy coursed through her, intensified by the dual sensations of Bradley's mouth and Jake's hardness between her lips.

Jake groaned, pulling back slightly as he watched her come undone. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, his hand gentle in her hair as she rode out her orgasm.

Bradley didn't let up, his tongue working her through the aftershocks until Nichole tugged at his hair, overwhelmed by the intensity. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, lips glistening.

"God, you're beautiful when you come," Bradley said, his voice rough as he moved up her body.

Nichole pulled him down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips as Jake watched with hooded eyes. The intensity between them shifted, the rivalry between the pilots temporarily forgotten as they focused entirely on her pleasure.

When she broke the kiss with Bradley, Jake immediately claimed her mouth, his tongue teasing hers as Bradley's hands continued to explore her body. She moaned into Jake's mouth as Bradley's fingers found her center again, still sensitive from her orgasm.

"You ready for more?" Bradley murmured against her neck, his voice carrying that commanding edge that made her shiver.

"God, yes," Nichole breathed, her body already responding to their touches. "I want you both."

Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Bradley's over her body. Something unspoken passed between them—a silent negotiation born of their competitive history.

"How do you want us?" Jake asked, his voice husky.

“At the same time.”

The words hung in the air between them, electric and charged with possibility. Jake's breath caught audibly while Bradley's eyes darkened to almost black.

"You sure about that?" Bradley asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made heat pool in her belly.

Nichole's eyes glittered with challenge as she looked between them. "What's the matter, flyboys? Too advanced a maneuver for you?"

Jake recovered first, his trademark cocky grin sliding back into place. "Sweetheart, there's no maneuver I can't handle." His hand trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs to find her still wet and ready. "The question is, can you?"

Bradley watched Jake's fingers work their magic, making Nichole arch and gasp. Rather than competing, he seemed to be studying, learning her responses. When he finally spoke, his voice was pure velvet command.

"On your hands and knees, Nick."

The authoritative tone sent shivers down her spine. Nichole complied eagerly, positioning herself in the center of the bed. Jake moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up. Bradley knelt in front of her, one hand cupping her cheek as the other guided himself to her lips.

"Ready?" Jake asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Nichole nodded, her eyes locked on Bradley's as she opened her mouth to take him in. Jake pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to the fullness. She moaned around Bradley, the vibrations making him groan in response. Jake's grip on her hips tightened as he began to move, setting a pace that was slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to the sensation.

"God, you feel amazing," Jake breathed, his usual cockiness replaced by genuine awe. His thumbs traced circles on her lower back as he gradually increased his tempo.

Bradley's hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. His usual composure was cracking, replaced by raw desire as he watched her lips stretch around him.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Just like that, Nick."

The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—Jake's low groans, Bradley's controlled breathing, and Nichole's muffled moans. The competitive energy between the two pilots had transformed into something more collaborative, both men working in tandem to drive Nichole wild. Jake's thrusts grew more powerful, his fingers digging into her hips as he found the perfect angle. Bradley's hand remained gentle in her hair, guiding but never forcing as he matched his movements to hers.

Nichole was overwhelmed by the dual sensations, her body caught between them in the most delicious way. Each thrust from Jake pushed her forward onto Bradley, creating a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of another climax.

"So good," Jake murmured, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. "You're taking us both so well, sweetheart."

Bradley's composure was slipping, his breathing growing ragged as Nichole took him deeper. "Look at me," he commanded softly.

She raised her eyes to meet Bradley's intense gaze, the intimacy of the moment striking her even in the midst of their passionate encounter. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too - a tenderness that made her heart skip.

"You're incredible," Bradley murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek.

Jake's pace increased, driving Nichole closer to the edge. She moaned around Bradley, the vibrations making him groan in response. The tension was building, a coiling heat in her core that threatened to overwhelm her. Jake shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and suddenly stars exploded behind her eyes.

"That's it," Jake encouraged, his voice strained.

Bradley's hand tightened in her hair, not painfully, but enough to ground her as the sensations threatened to sweep her away. "We've got you," he assured her, his voice rough with desire.

"I think she's close," Jake said

"I can feel it," Bradley replied, his voice strained as Nichole's mouth worked him with increasing desperation. Her body trembled between them, caught in the perfect storm of sensation.

Jake's rhythm faltered slightly as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against Nichole's back. "Come for us, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as one hand slid around to find her center. "Let us feel you fall apart."

The added stimulation was too much. Nichole's body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing through her as she came hard around Jake. She moaned around Bradley, the vibrations pulling a deep groan from him as his control slipped further.

"Fuck," Jake hissed, his pace becoming erratic as Nichole's body pulsed around him. "So fucking good."

Bradley gently pulled back, allowing Nichole to catch her breath as she rode out the intense waves of her orgasm. Jake's movements slowed, his hands caressing her back as she trembled between them.

"You okay?" Bradley asked softly, his thumb tracing her cheekbone.

Nichole nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "More than okay," she managed, her voice husky.

Jake carefully eased out of her, eliciting a small whimper at the loss. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "You're incredible," he murmured, his usual cockiness replaced by genuine awe.

Bradley helped Nichole shift onto her back, his hands gentle as he arranged her comfortably on the bed. Jake stretched out beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her face.

"Give me a minute," Nichole said.

Nichole took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath between the two pilots. Their heated gazes raked over her body, neither man fully satiated despite the intensity of what they'd just shared.

"A minute is all you get," Jake murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her stomach. His trademark cockiness had softened into something more intimate, though the hunger in his eyes remained unmistakable.

Bradley stretched out on her other side, his usual controlled demeanor returning as he watched her with those intense hazel eyes. "No rush," he countered, shooting Jake a pointed look over her body. "We've got all night."

Nichole laughed softly, the sound husky from exertion. "Look at you two, still competing even now." She turned her head to press a kiss to Bradley's jaw, then did the same to Jake. "For the record, you're both winners in my book."

Jake's trademark smirk returned, though it was softened by a genuine warmth in his eyes. "High praise coming from you, sweetheart." His hand continued its lazy exploration of her body, tracing the curve of her hip.

Bradley's lips quirked into a small smile, his eyes never leaving her face. "I think we can agree on that," he murmured, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

The tension in the room had shifted, the frantic energy of their earlier encounter giving way to something slower, more deliberate. Nichole could feel the heat building again, she stirred under their touch, her body responding despite the lingering sensitivity from her earlier climaxes. Her minute was up, and both men seemed to realize it simultaneously. Bradley's hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her breast with intentional slowness, while Jake's fingers skimmed along her inner thigh.

"My turn," Bradley murmured, his voice carrying that quiet authority that made her shiver.

“You know when I said I wanted both of you at the same time I was thinking more along the lines of double penetration. But this is good too.”

Jake's eyes darkened at her bold words, his breath catching audibly. Bradley went completely still beside her,

His typical calm demeanor briefly broke as he absorbed her suggestion.

"Jesus, Nick," Jake finally managed, his voice rough with desire. "You don't hold back, do you?"

A slow, wicked smile spread across Nichole's face as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking between the two pilots. "Life's too short for holding back," she purred. "Besides, I thought you flyboys were up for any challenge."

Bradley's expression shifted, that controlled exterior giving way to something primal as his eyes met Jake's over her body. Another silent communication passed between them—rivalry temporarily set aside in favor of mutual appreciation for the woman between them.

"Well I think we're up for the challenge don't you Hangman?" Bradley asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that sent heat pooling in her core.

Jake's eyes flashed with a mixture of challenge and desire. "Oh, I'm definitely up for it, Rooster," he said, the familiar competitive edge creeping back into his voice. His hand slid boldly up Nichole's thigh. "Question is, how do you want us, sweetheart?"

Nichole's breath quickened as she considered the possibilities. The tequila still buzzed pleasantly through her system, lowering her inhibitions just enough to make her bold suggestion seem like the most natural thing in the world.

"I want you here," she said, reaching for Jake and guiding his hand between her legs. "And Bradley..." She turned her heated gaze to him. "I want you here." Her free hand bring Rooster's to lay next to Jake's.

Jake's eyes darkened at her touch, his breath catching as understanding dawned. "Fuck," he muttered, the word more reverent than crude. Bradley's composure slipped further, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of hazel remained.

"You sure about this?" Bradley asked, his voice rough with desire but still carrying that underlying concern that seemed intrinsic to his nature.

Nichole nodded, her green eyes gleaming with certainty. "Very sure," she replied, her voice husky. "I've thought about it before... just never found the right partners." Her gaze flickered between them. "Until now."

Jake recovered his trademark cockiness, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Well, we are the best pilots in the Navy. Only makes sense we'd excel at this too."

Bradley rolled his eyes at Jake's boast, but couldn't suppress a small smile.

"Alright, flyboys," Nichole purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Show me what you've got."

Jake and Bradley exchanged a loaded glance, years of rivalry and unspoken communication allowing them to wordlessly coordinate. Jake moved first, positioning himself behind Nichole as she knelt on the bed. His hands gripped her hips, steadying her as Bradley knelt in front of her.

Bradley cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "We'll go slow," he promised, his voice low and intense. "Tell us if it's too much."

Nichole nodded, her breath quickening with anticipation. She felt Jake's hardness pressing against her from behind, while Bradley's hands guided her hips forward. The initial stretch as they both entered her simultaneously was intense, bordering on overwhelming. She gasped, her fingers digging into Bradley's shoulder.

"Breathe, sweetheart," Jake murmured against her neck, his usual cockiness replaced by genuine concern. "We've got you."

Nichole took a shaky breath, focusing on relaxing her muscles as they slowly filled her. The initial discomfort gave way to a delicious fullness that had her moaning softly.

"Is this okay?" Bradley asked, his eyes searching her face intently.

She nodded, unable to form words as she adjusted to the new sensations. Jake's hands caressed her sides soothingly while Bradley pressed soft kisses along her collarbone.

"God, you feel amazing," Jake breathed, his voice strained.

Nichole felt overwhelmed in the best possible way, caught between the two pilots as they filled her completely. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by an intense pleasure that had her gasping for breath.

"Move," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

Jake and Bradley exchanged another look over her shoulder, before they both nodded. They started slow, Jake pulling back slightly as Bradley pushed forward, creating a rhythm that had Nichole seeing stars again.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against Jake's shoulder.

Bradley's hand cupped her cheek, guiding her gaze back to his. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was also an intensity there that made her breath catch. "Stay with us," he murmured, his voice rough.

Jake's lips found her neck, trailing hot kisses along her sensitive skin as his pace increased. The sensation of both men moving inside her was unlike anything Nichole had ever experienced—a delicious fullness that bordered on overwhelming. Bradley's eyes never left hers, practically melting her with her with his gaze.

"You're taking us so well," Bradley murmured, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as Jake's fingers dug into her waist from behind.

"So fucking good," Jake groaned against her neck, his usual cockiness replaced by raw need. His teeth grazed her shoulder, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

Nichole felt suspended between them, caught in a perfect storm of sensation. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building toward something that promised to be earth-shattering. She moaned, her body trembling as they found a perfect rhythm together.

"God, I'm close," she gasped, her fingers digging into Bradley's shoulders while Jake's grip tightened on her hips.

"Let go for us, sweetheart," Jake murmured, his voice rough against her ear. His movements became more urgent, more demanding as he felt her body tensing against his.

Bradley's hand slid between them, his fingers finding her center with unerring precision. "Come for us, Nick," he commanded, his usually controlled voice breaking with desire.

The added stimulation was too much. Nichole violently cried out, her body shattered between them, waves of pleasure crashing through her with an intensity that left her gasping for breath. Her vision blurred, every nerve ending alight as the most powerful orgasm of her life tore through her. She cried out, the sound raw and primal as Jake and Bradley continued their relentless pace.

"Fuck," Jake groaned, his rhythm faltering as Nichole's body pulsed around him. "I can't—"

Bradley wasn't far behind, his composure finally breaking completely as Nichole's climax triggered his own. His fingers dug into her hips, his usually controlled expression giving way to raw pleasure.

Jake followed a moment later, his body tensing against Nichole's back as he found his release. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as they all rode out the waves of pleasure together.

For several moments, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing as they remained entangled, coming down from the intensity of their shared climax. Nichole felt boneless between them, supported only by Jake's arms around her waist and Bradley's steady grip on her hips.

"Holy shit," Jake finally managed, his voice muffled against Nichole's shoulder.

Bradley let out a shaky laugh, resting his forehead against Nichole's. "That's one way to put it," he agreed.

Nichole hummed in agreement, too blissed out to form coherent words. She felt Jake carefully ease out of her, eliciting a small whimper at the loss. Bradley followed suit, his movements gentle as he helped her lie back on the bed.

"You okay?" Bradley asked softly, brushing a lock of sweat-filled hair aside.

“…you seem to ask that a lot.” she giggled.

Jake slid to her side, his usual cocky demeanor softened by the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. "Can you blame him? That was..." He trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words—a rarity for Hangman.

"Intense?" Nichole supplied, her voice deliciously raspy. She stretched languidly

between them like a satisfied cat. The pleasant ache in her muscles was a delicious reminder of what transpired tonight.

She was surprised that she enjoyed herself as much as she did. It caused a single thought to cross her mind and that was, that she could get use to this.

Bradley chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest where she rested against him. "That's putting it mildly." His fingers traced lazy patterns along her shoulder, the gentleness of his touch a stark contrast to the commanding presence he'd embodied moments ago.

"I've gotta say," Jake murmured, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her, "when you walked into The Hard Deck tonight, this is not how I expected the evening to end."

Nichole laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her chest. "What, two rival pilots in my bed wasn't on your bingo card for tonight?"

Bradley's lips quirked into a small smile. "Definitely not on mine."

"Speaking of rivals," Jake said, his eyes meeting Bradley's over Nichole's body, "we might need to revisit our definition of competition."

"Truce?" Bradley suggested, his expression uncharacteristically open.

"At least in this arena," Jake agreed with his trademark smirk, though there was genuine warmth behind it.

Nichole watched the exchange with interest, fascinated by the shift in their dynamic. "So you two can play nice when properly motivated."

"Don't get used to it," Jake quipped, though his usual cockiness was tempered by a newfound warmth. "We've still got plenty to compete over in the air."

Bradley nodded in agreement, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Nichole's skin. "Though I have to admit, this kind of... collaboration has its merits."

Nichole hummed contentedly, luxuriating in the afterglow and the feeling of being sandwiched between two incredibly attractive pilots. "Well, boys," she purred, "if you ever feel like engaging in some more 'collaborative exercises,' you know where to find me."

Jake's eyes lit up with interest, while Bradley's expression became thoughtful.

"Careful what you wish for, sweetheart," Jake murmured, his hand sliding possessively over her hip. "We might just take you up on that offer."

She involuntarily yawned. “I have a spacious shower…maybe we can take our exercises there in the morning.”

Jake's eyes glinted with a mixture of exhaustion and renewed interest. "Morning showers, huh? I like how you think, Nick."

Bradley's arm tightened around her waist, his chest warm and solid against her back. "Get some rest first," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "We've got plenty of time."

Nichole smiled drowsily, her body pleasantly sore in all the right places. The tequila buzz had faded to a gentle warmth that, combined with post-orgasmic bliss, was quickly lulling her toward sleep. "Is that an order, Rooster?" she teased, her eyes already drifting closed.

"Consider it a strong recommendation," Bradley replied, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Jake reached over to pull the sheets across their entwined bodies.

“Because I was ready to say yes Sir and salute you. Nick giggled again.

Jake chuckled, his body vibrating against hers in a deliciously intimate way. "Maybe save the 'yes sir' for round two," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise against her ear. "I've got a feeling it'll come in handy."

Bradley's expression darkened with renewed interest, despite his obvious exhaustion. "I'm starting to think we've created a monster," he said, though the way his hand tightened on her hip suggested he didn't find this problematic at all.

"Please," Nichole scoffed, fighting another yawn. "The monster was already there. You two just happened to find the perfect key to unlock the cage."

Jake's trademark smirk returned as he settled more comfortably against her. "Lucky us."

“Lucky me.” Nichole murmured, her voice growing heavy with approaching sleep. She nestled deeper between them, savoring the warmth of their bodies on either side of her. Bradley's steady breathing behind her and Jake's arm draped possessively across her waist created a cocoon of satisfaction and security.

Bradley's lips brushed against the nape of her neck, the gesture surprisingly tender. "Sleep, Nick," he whispered, his commanding tone softened to something almost affectionate.

As she drifted toward unconsciousness, Nichole couldn't help but smile. What had started as a simple night out at her father's girlfriend's bar had evolved into something she'd never thought would happen.

She reached for Jake's hand that was around her and pulled it tighter to her stomach, loving the feeling of being held by not just one man but two men.

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Rebound | Chapter Five: Switch

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: smut, oral (f rev), mentions of police, "princess" pet name, alcohol consumption, mentions of drunk driving (but none occurs), references to underage drinking (Yoongi and OC are not underage)

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.

A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken so long to post. I initially intended to get it posted over the course of a few weeks, but life happened and the last semester of grad school has been crazy for me (I also studied abroad over the summer where I had little time for my personal writing). I'm going to get chapters queued up over the next few weeks and I am going to try my best to have it lined up before I return to classes.

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Yoongi reached up and grabbed your hand with his forcing it down against the bed.

"No," he said. "Keep it on. The door doesn't lock and if someone walks in..."

You smiled and responded by pushing your hands up Yoongi's T-shirt. His skin was warm and soft and utterly intoxicating.

His lips continued to move downward, placing sloppy, opened mouthed kisses down the fabric of your dress. Damp spots began to appear as he moved his way down, but you didn't care.

Yoongi was on his knees as he came to the hem of your dress and pushed it up catching sight of your black lace panties. You heard him hum quietly in satisfaction.

"You didn't wear these to the game did you?" he asked. "I imagine that would be uncomfortable."

You laughed. "No, I wore them just for this."

"You planned on getting laid tonight?"

"They match the dress." You smirked

Yoongi began to kiss your thighs, his hands working to keep them parted. He hadn't even reached your core yet, and you were already writhing and wanting to close your legs around his neck.

"Yoongi, we can just fuck if you want, you don't have to—"

He began to slide down your panties then at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingertips brushing against your leg with every inch. When he reached your feet, he tossed them onto the bed beside you.

"No," he said. "I want to show you how much I like you. Let me treat you, Princess."

The nickname nearly sent you into an orgasm by itself. You didn't have much time before Yoongi threw your legs over his shoulders and began eating you out.

His mouth focused mainly on your clit, but that alone was enough to feel the build up in your stomach. If his skill wasn't already enough, the small grunts and moans he let out whenever he came up for air sent you reeling.

You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled lightly, relieving some of the tension.

"I've been—I've been thinking about this since last time," you said, not completely cognisant of the words falling from your lips. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Yoongi never responded as he was too busy trying to satisfy you. He looked amazing on his knees in front of you. If it weren't for the way his hands held you down, it would almost seem like you were the one in control. As if he—the high and mighty captain of the boy's basketball team—was bending to your will.

The thought only got you off more and you were so near your release.

You weren't sure exactly how Yoongi managed to get you off with just his mouth, having kept his hands firmly planted against your thighs the entire time.

"Yoongi, I'm gonna—"

You expected the boy to move his mouth at the warning, but instead as you orgasmed your release covered his lips and chin. He looked beyond irresistible as he emerged and brought the hem of his shirt to his mouth and wiped off your cum, exposing his toned stomach. His white fabric now stained and you were getting wet just looking at it.

"Yoongi, can I—?" You were cut off by the sound of sirens and the flash of lights coming through the window.

"Shit," Yoongi said under his breath. He reached above your head and retrieved his jacket and helped you pull down your skirt. He reached down and picked up one of your heels, searching for its mate.

You could already hear the rest of the partygoers running and various indistinguishable shouts. You sat up and while having just a moment ago been ready for another round, the situation killed your vibe.

"Forget them," you said. "I'll run faster without them."

You took Yoongi's hand and rushed towards the back door. You were sure the police were just there about a noise complaint, so they most likely weren't going to rush into the party, at least until they realized that at least half of the partygoers were underage.

Your first time at the semi-finals party had ended in you spending a night in jail, although you never ended up being charged. It was a college town after all, and drunk college students weren't always the most pressing matter.

"Did you drive?" Yoongi asked, still slightly behind you, but his fingers wrapped tightly around yours.

"Nah, I planned on getting a ride back with one of the girls in the morning. Did you?"

Yoongi nodded. "But, I had a drink. We can't go anywhere."

You were relieved Yoongi didn't plan on driving drunk, but with the majority of the cars parked on the grass in the back were gone.

You immediately spotted Yoongi's dark colored sedan and headed towards it.

"I mean, we aren't underage. They can't possibly care if we just hang out back here? We aren't breaking the law?"

Yoongi shrugged as he took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car. You climbed into the back wanting to lay down.

"I guess, we'll find out," Yoongi said, climbing in behind you and closing and locking the door. Despite the action still unfolding around you, the tires squealing away and the frantic screams of freshman attempting to run into the woods before they were discovered, the car felt quiet and you closed your eyes, already feeling a little sleepy.

Yoongi had somehow shuffled his way under you. Your back against the back of the seat and your side resting on his. His arm was loosely around your waist and his breath warm against your neck.

"We could just sleep here," he said. "I can take you home in the morning."

You nodded in agreement. You cuddled against his warmth and brought your legs up to rest in his stomach. With the movement, you brushed against his crouch, feeling that Yoongi was still hard and a sudden wave of guilt rushed over you.

"Oh, Yoongi," you said. "I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"You got me off, but you didn't—"

"Don't worry about me," he said, placing a kiss in your hair. His breath soon came to your ear and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I'm just happy I got to see you cum."

You knew Yoongi was just teasing, just wanting to rile you up a bit, but it made heat flood into your core and the guilt explode in your chest.

"I-I could suck you off," you said, trying to sound confident. You'd never given a blow job before, but if anyone was going to be your first, you were glad it was Yoongi. You trusted him to go easy on you the first time.

"No Y/N," he said. "Go to sleep."

"But, it's not fair," you said. "You were so amazing and I want to pay you back."

Yoongi's hands grazed over the fabric of your dress in soothing lines you were convinced was the outline to a beautiful work of art.

"Y/N, I didn't do it because I expected anything in return. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

"Yoongi, I want to!"

"Y/N," he said.

"Is it me? Do you just not like blowjobs?"

Yoongi chuckled slightly, probably cause it was obvious that you were a little tipsy. He smoothed down your hair.

"No, Y/N, the thought of you sucking my dick is possibly the hottest thing I can think of. But, I don't want you to do it because you feel obligated to."

You quieted and rested your head on his chest, not caring that your dress slipped up slightly or that your feet were now impossibly tangled with his.

Your mind raced at Yoongi's words. Part of you was touched and felt tears stinging and threatening to spill over. But, another part of you was worried. Did Yoongi care about you? More than in a friends who occasionally have sex way? Why else would he care if you felt obligated? Yoongi was a good guy—he always had been—but he has never been the type to turn down a woman freely giving her consent.

But, exhaustion soon overtook your worries. Your sleep was interrupted only momentarily by the bright shine of a light and the sound of Yoongi's deep, raspy voice. The one that emerged whenever he had just woken up or had been quiet for a while.

You couldn't catch what he said, but you felt his hands come to your body as he felt you shift on top of him.

"Yoongi? What was that?"

"Nothing, go back to sleep, Princess."

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take a chance with me

“Oh, why can't we for once, say what we want, say what we feel?” kamisato ayato x gn!reader. slight angst, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, arguing, mentions of death, open ending.

Those vague memories flashed through your head; young Ayato who smiled at you. A smile that makes you willing to die for him. he flashed a sweet smile, while his hand gave you a flower he had just picked. You remember that moment well, reluctant to ever forget it.

You also remembered young Ayato's face when he found out that the two of you were engaged— and would be getting married someday in the future. You don't know whether it's a good thing or not. Actually, at that moment you felt happy, because you had kept your feelings for him, without thinking about Ayato's true feelings for you.

And here you are, waiting for Ayato— who has now become your husband, to come home. You haven't seen his beautiful face that looks like a painting by a famous and skilled painter, and you should be used to it. You wait for him with sadness, knowing that when he comes home, he won't hug you and say, "I'm home” like he used to do.

And here you were, looking at Ayato who had just arrived; his face showed clearly that he was exhausted, and needed rest. This can be seen from the start of the appearance of eye bags. You've always refrained from telling him all your thoughts all this time, but seeing him always come home like that, your heart couldn't bear it and decided to hold it for another day.

“Welcome home, Dear.” to which he only responded with a ‘hm’.

He then walked past you without saying anything. Leaving you alone, again.

Feelings of anger suddenly appeared suddenly. You didn't really want to feel that feeling right now, not with Ayato's current condition.

The mouth that had opened unconsciously now closed again, giving up the intention of saying a word. Maybe another day, you thought.

And here you were, lying on the bed facing Ayato's back. His breathing started to become regular, indicating that he was asleep. Doesn't he intend to sleep facing you and hold your hand just once?

Your eyes start to feel heavy, not because of sleepiness but because you are holding back the tears that want to come out. You don't want to look pathetic now.

Your hands want to hug him from behind and whisper ‘i miss you’ just once. But you don't want your ego to win this time.

Your tears just came out without your permission. That fragile body that was originally standing upright is now starting to shake from crying, your breathing is starting to become irregular and even your mouth is almost making a sound, but luckily you can hold it in.

Your hand moved of its own to wipe the tears that had come out, but a strong hand that was bigger than yours prevented you from wiping them. You vaguely see the figure of the man who has made you happy all this time, also suffering at the same time. Ah, it turns out he's still awake.

“Why’re you crying?” The audacity to ask like that after his attitude all this time.

“It’s nothing..”

“Don’t lie,” His voice was commanding. How much you hate that voice, but that voice was once your savior.

“I said— it’s nothing!” Your voice rises, your hands trying to free Ayato's grip.

“Then why’re you crying?!” Ayato's voice also rises. It was clear he was also angry.

You remain silent. Your voice wanted to come out to explain but it could only be replaced by sobs. “T- tell me..”

“Do you… actually l- love me? Do I have to die first so you can pay attention to me? Tell me.. Ayato.”

Ayato looked confused in response to your question. "What do you mean?”

“I'm sorry for feeling neglected all this time. I'm sorry... Please, forget about this.” And i thought love will always feel beautiful.

“I can't just forget this! My wife is crying,” Ayato shouted. “Look, i’m sorry for making you feel like that, okay?”

“I…” Ayato's voice trailed off. For some reason not a single word could come out of his mouth, as if he had been bewitched. “I love you. I always love you. Please forgive me. I don't know what happened to me that time. I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

“Maybe because I was tired, I became like that. I never meant it like that. I just want you to know that you’re appreciated, okay?” Ayato's hand wiped away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

[kinardsevan]

What do you think are the chances of Buck and Tommy getting back together at some point??

I have answered this, here. It's long-winded with specific references as to why I feel the way I do.

If you want specific odds? I still stand by my "I don't have hope, I'm hopeful" statement. I don't trust the writers, but the part of me that understands writing a story and how television works (and hello breaking up in the middle of a season that isn't a midseason finale? pfft.), that part of me feels that we're in the middle of the ride. I also contend with the fact that if this breakup hadn't come out of left field during election week, we wouldn't have reacted as wildly as we did. we put so much weight into those interviews at the time, specifically towards the one that OS and TM did together, and then the one that LFJr did, and so much on the way Fangirlish phrased things. But as I've commented on over and over, OS and LFJr can't tell us where things are going, and TM won't. One, because it wouldn't serve the story, and two, what's the fun in that? Of course they want us guessing so we'll keep watching.

Now, so much weight gets put into Tim's words about how he doesn't know what's happening in the show more than a few weeks in advance, but we also know that they have general ~ideas of character arcs, at least for the part of the season they're working on. To that end, I maintain my contention that you're not breaking them up and telling LFJr "yeah sorry we might bring you back but maybe not, we'll see". That man broke them up knowing whether or not he wanted for him to return in the spring. He may not know how the story is going to be told quite yet, but he at least knows yes or no. Moreover, if the story was well and truly over, we're not getting mentions of Tommy in 807 and 808, and Buck still hung up on him. It doesn't feed the narrative, once again. If you want Tommy done/dead/in the past, you don't continue to suggest the characters are thinking about one another. You can do Buck being sad about the breakup without that kind of storytelling (i.e., season 2 with Abby's exit).

Once again, though, I want to reference every break up that has lasted on OG: BuckAbby-110. BuckTaylor: 518. BuckNatalia: (off screen but effectively) 618/701. EddieAna: 501. EddieMarisol & EddieKim: 710 By correlation, Madney's breakups were midseason and didn't stay broken up. Bathena never really "broke up" for any period of time, but they did have their struggles... oh when? The middle of the season. The only other "break ups" you can refer to within the context of the show is Doug and Shannon's deaths, which yes were in the middle of the seasons, but they were serving the narratives (and also TM regrets killing both off as soon as he did so....). We've also seen TM pull some of these midseason breakups on LS, only to not have them last. He did an offscreen split with Tarlos that was wrapped up by the end of that season opener.

Even without all of that evidence though (I really just piece it together so y'all can follow my line of logic), at the end of the day, what I'm looking at is a story being told and figuring out how you make the right moves. Maybe LFJr was only intended to tell a small story, but you know what you don't do when a character is embraced by the audience? Send them off into the sunset because you couldn't forge a better plot for them. You go back to the drawing board and figure out how to expand their story. Shows have done it for ages, and I refuse to believe that ABC saw the reaction of people to LFJr and said "get rid of him".

At the end of the day, I stay with the fact that they have to get back together because, narratively, it's what makes the most sense with the information we've been given. I think it's messy to ask people to wait 6 months for that payoff, but I also grew up in a time when streaming wasn't the norm and we didn't wait full calendar years for TV shows to release a new season. I don't put a lot of weight in the weekly interviews at this point because it feels like they're now using those instead of real 30sec. promos the way it used to be. Granted, you can argue that they unintentionally found Buck's endgame "too early" for their own liking.... but then why have him be with someone who calls him by his first name when most people in his life don't? Why suggest that Evan sees a future with Tommy in a way that we understand as an audience isn't starry-eyed like the breakup scene portrays, but is actually out of something real (as the dispatch scene suggests)? Why EVER have Buck suggest something like marriage (which he never has, even about Abby) if we're not circling back to it?

Many have stated that these are ways to just twist the knife, make it hurt more, and I can't negate that or tell you they're wrong. Even if everything I suggest ends up being right, I still can't make the argument that some of those storytelling choices weren't just to make the breakup hurt more. At the end of the day, though, my hope is that at least some of it was done in service of the narrative instead of just callousness.

Anyway. I've rambled again, and I'm sorta not sorry about it. I hope this at least answers your question though 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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it started with a kiss

rating : mentions of alcohol, obsessive / stalkerish implications / references, slight suggestive comments [ 2 ]

simpbur x gn!reader

☆ you attend another party like you would any other, you didn't expect to meet him. <3

note : new years special !! i'm so sorry this was posted so late. it was meant to be out the first or second, but stuff happened :( i hope you enjoy it at least a bit <3

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You were usually one to be out and about, never truly home for longer than a good night's rest or an off chance of rare downtime. Always the one work friend to get invited out by friends for social gatherings or even a party.

Currently, you were at one of your best friends' New Years party. Something that you had been invited to weeks ago and had contemplated showing face at because you knew there would be drunk lunatics out and about that didn’t care for others safety, let alone their own.

You had expected to see and meet people you didn’t know. It just hadn’t been counted for that you’d meet someone who seemed to take genuine interest in you.

He had walked up to you some odd minutes after your friend left to go use the bathroom. Introduced himself as Wilbur, shaking your hand in the process.

The man hadn’t seemed interesting at first, just someone you thought would be casual conversation. The thing that had piqued your attention most was when he mentioned that he was practising to become a musician.

Conversation took off from there, and it seemed like he knew every point to keep you into talking with him. He wasn’t charming by any means. He seemed off in a way that made your stomach nearly start churning. You’d put the feeling off for the time being since you didn’t think you would talk with him ever again.

What you didn’t know was just how excited Wilbur had been to finally talk with you. On one hand, he wanted to pat himself on the back because you hadn’t recognized him. On the other hand, he wanted to break something over you not knowing who he was.

Wilbur had been watching you for some time, having first spotted you at another party much like the one you were both currently at. A lot of alcohol, people who couldn’t shut their mouths, loud music. He knew the date down to a capital T.

He had taken a particular eye to you after some guy had spilt his drink on you, having gone as far as to follow you to the bathroom. At the time, Wilbur had fully intended to ask if you were okay, but seeing you in a vulnerable position made his heart nearly palpitate, something that hadn’t happened to him in a long time.

It was at that moment he knew what you were. You were his. His unknowing angel and saviour.

He started taking time out of his day to learn about you after that, thinking he just wanted to get to know you at first. Now, he knows everything about you. He knows your favourite colour, snack, and comfort foods. He knows your parents' and grandparents' names as well as their places of residence. He knows that you organize your books on your favoured bookshelf in your living room by author and series. Wilbur is also fully aware of what’s kept in your bedside dressers.

In other words, he knows you intimately. Even if you didn't know it.

Wilbur smiles a bit, looking at you in awestruck as he managed to get you to laugh at a joke he had made. You were hardly tipsy, so he wanted to think you found something genuine.

“Would you like to dance with me? I think the countdown is about to start.” He asks you, having leaned a fraction closer so you could hear him over the music. The look you give him makes his heart flutter in his chest, but he manages to force down every surfacing urge he had in the moment.

“I don't see why not! Do you have a partner?” You're so shameless when you ask, not a lick of hesitance or embarrassment. A thing he loved so dearly about you. He shakes his head no in response, though, having thought long ahead to not have a partner to begin with.

“No, I don't. I was just going to share a glass of wine with my friend.” He smiles sheepishly, and you're none the wiser. You strongly believed no one should be alone on New Years, and sure, Wilbur says he has someone to share a glass with, but that was it?

“Let’s go and dance, then! What are we waiting for!” Your words are rhetorical as you move, taking the solo cup Wilbur had from his hand and finding the nearest spot to set down both of your drinks.

You were quick to find both your hands in both of his own, pulling Wilbur out to the dance space everybody was in. It was crowded, but it wasn't bad.

Time is lost in the moment. Nobody keeps up with it until the music suddenly cuts. There's some cheering before the countdown starts.

You lean against Wilbur without hesitation, your shoulder pressing against his arm as you count down. Wilbur couldn't be bothered to pay mind to anything or anyone other than you. Sparing him a glance when you feel his hand move to your lower back when you nearly fell backwards.

When one is reached, everybody cheers. Some people instantly go in for their partners.

Wilbur hesitates, really wanting you to like- to want him the way he wants you. He gives in to the major urge on top, leaning in and kissing your cheek. The action makes you turn to him in near surprise before it melts.

“If you're gonna take a New Years kiss, take it right.” He could barely hear your words over the loud sounds. Wilburs eyes widen a fraction when your hands find his face and pull him in for a full kiss, your soft lips pressed against his chapped ones.

He feels light, like he's soaring through the clouds. One of his hands moving to the nape of your neck to keep the kiss just a bit longer, having been waiting for this moment for so long.

It feels too soon when the kiss is broken, and he instantly craves more. Wilbur knew better than anyone, though, that you never brought anybody from a party home with you.

That didn't mean he'd break his habit of following you after the party ends regardless.

“You're not too bad of a kisser.” You indirectly compliment with a smile that sends blood rushing, his face tinting a slight red from becoming flustered.

Suddenly, all he wants to do is hide you away from the world and claim you as his, even if he already had.

“You're not too bad yourself,” He comments with faux confidence. “Hope you don't mind if I ask you for your number?” He asks, that nervous tone slipping in. Wilbur doesn't miss the small and brief frown before the oh-so-soft smile.

“I don't see why not.”

You had no idea what you've just gotten yourself into.

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Sleep tight

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Writing type : romance / a bit sad

Pairing : Leviathan x GN Reader (they)

Relationship with the reader : friends, crush on each other

Intimate level (0 = not intimate ; 10 = really intimate) : 2/10

Character(s) mentionned : Satan, Levi, Mammon and Asmo

Warning : Low self-esteem (Levi)

Type : fluff

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A little surprised, Levi arrives in the living room, his D.D.D in hand.

"Guys ! Did you see the package I received this morning ? Akuzon announced that it was picked up by someone at home.

Without taking his eyes off his book, Satan responds.

- I saw that Mc left it in front of your bedroom door.

- Oh, are you talking about the small package ? Is it yours Levi ? ask Asmo, his eyes looking at the entrance.

- Yes ! Yes, that’s my package ! So Mc dropped it off at my door ? I didn’t see it... Levi looks carefully at his younger brother. Asmo's face hiding something. You seem to know why it's not there... Spit it out.

- Well... You're not going to be happy...

- Why ?! What did the normie do ?

- Mc ? Nothing. But you should ask Mammon...

- Damn it ! I should have thought of it !

Levi runs to Mammon’s room and barges in it. You are lying unconscious on the floor. Mammon stands in front of you, panicked.

- What was the content of your vial !? Mammon screams.

- Don't tell me they drank the vial !? What did you do !? No one should touch my package ! Levi screams too, angry.

In panic, Mammon begs Levi to forgive him and help you. The otaku doesn’t seem to panic. Actually, he's very calm about the situation, which worries Mammon even more.

- Sorry Levi ! I REALLY am ! I didn't know-

Levi leans over to examine the vial, completely empty. He sighs, exasperated and really upset.

- My precious vial ! You suck Mammon ! My poor vial ! It was a limited edition... I'm sure there won't be another edition like this of The Proud Princess Who Was Imprisoned By A Mad Witch And Also Has To Become A Sorcerer To Escape !

The elder is disconcerted by the nonchalant reaction of your state. He gets angry in turn, hands shaking.

- W-We don't care about that ! W-We must take care of MC !

Certain that a war will start between his elders, Asmo rushes into the Mammon's room curious to see what’s going on.

- Everything is- he stops, eyes wide open. Mc ! Why they is on the floor !?

Asmo kneels down to see if you're okay. He shakes your shoulders hoping for a movement from you.

- Honey, wake up ! It's not funny !

Mammon's crying like a child. Levi sighs and pushes Asmo to examine you.

- Hey ! Watch what you're doing ! he's complaining.

Mammon cries hot tears, grabbing his hand in yours.

- T-They is dead !? I'm criminal ! I killed Mc ! I-I'm so sorry Mc ! Please forgive me !

Furious, Levi strikes the arm of Mammon to silence him.

- Shut up Mammon ! It’s not this vial who could kill someone ! It’s intended for children. They should have added "to Mammon, the thief", he sighs, thinking about the money he spent for nothing. Mc isn't dead. They just fell into a deep sleep.

- Huh ? Sleep ? asks Asmo, looking at your peaceful face.

- Mc isn't dead !? Whaddya mean ?!

- The vial contains water cursed by witches, causing the person who drinks it to sleep instantly, Levi grabs Mammon’s shirt and shakes it violently. Do you have any idea how expensive it was ?! I’m going to make you pay a lot !

Mammon defends himself and grabs Levi’s sweater collar, shaking him too.

- But why did ya buy this !? Ya stupid ! Ya should have known we're gonna touch it !

- The only person who's stupid here is you Mammon ! You shouldn't have touched my package ! Don’t you understand the concept of belonging !? Normies like you should be wary of otaku business like me !

The two begin to fight, forcing Satan to intervene by hearing noise.

- What the hell is going on here !? he sees you on the floor. Mc !

Satan runs towards you, really worried.

- They fell into a deep sleep because of the Levi's vial, stolen by Mammon, Asmo explains.

- Damn... It's your fault again Mammon ! Satan yells.

- W-What !? First it was just a bet between Mc and I ! Secondly Levi shouldn't leave his things near me ! And why buy this !? Bro, it's fuckin' weird !

- It was a decoration for a collection, something we don’t use ! But you know nothing about it, moron !

The war resumes between the elders then stops when Asmo takes up speaking.

- Since it's not dangerous... How long do the effects last ?

Asmo and Satan carry you to the bed of Mammon to lay you down. You seem to be sleeping soundly.

- The classic edition speaks about a couple of hours. But it’s a limited edition so... I don’t know...

- It could be more than simple hours ?! No way ! We have to find a solution ! says Mammon.

- There isn't cure ! In the anime, the princess ends up drinking the vial against her will to save her friend Laly and falls deeply asleep ! Nothing has woken her except- Levi stops, blushing like crazy.

- Spill the beans !

- So what ?! What's going on ?!

- Why did you stop talking ?

Levi says nothing more and tries at all costs to avoid the eyes of his brothers. He knows how to break the spell. He knows how to do it. But he would never dare.

- Levi ! Say something ! continue Asmo.

- I can't ! It's too embarassing !

- If Mc never wakes up, I promise to-

- Levi, you have to told us what we have to do to make they wake up, Satan says gently but firmly.

The person concerned then hides his face in his hands, red having become his new skin tone.

- Dammit ! The princess Shira... She's secretly in love with her best friend... Antos doesn’t know it but he also loves her since their childhood. He's so kind and gentle with her, he is- Anyway, I get lost ! It's the chosen one of her heart that allowed to awaken her... Are you understanding what I mean ?!

The three boys are silent. Do they understand what Levi is implying ? In any case, their cheeks are red.

- You mean... A kiss ? asks Satan.

- They just need a kiss from the person they love to wake up ? Asmo adds with a smile. It'll be simple ! I AM for sure the person Mc loves the most here~ ! I just have to kiss them and-

- You’re jokin' ?! At what time do ya think you're the person they loves the most ?! It’s me their favorite ! I’m their first man after all !

- Do I need to remind you who made them this sleeping right now ? Satan sighs. I don’t think you’re part of the equation, Mammon.

The three are quarrelling over who'll kiss you. At the same time, Levi is discreet. It’s not possible that you love him, right ? He’s just an otaku and nobody likes it. So he sits on the bed, next to you. No one will hear him speak to you. And you’ll never remember what he’s going to say...

- I'm sure it's not me you love the most, right Mc ? he asks sadly, his hand grabbing yours, caressing it softly. You surely prefer the eccentrics like Asmo or Mammon. Or maybe intelligent and curious people like Satan and Barbatos ? Maybe you even like charismatic, self-confident boys like Lucifer or Diavolo ? Or just nice and teasing boys like Beel and Belphie... It could even be Solomon, Simeon or...

A tear runs down his cheeks, his hand tighten yours. His heart tightens too. He’s not good enough for you, he knows it. So why can’t he suppress that feeling that makes his heart beat when he watches you smile, talk or laugh ?

- Mc... I-I don't know w-who you love... But me... I-I really like you... I-I mean, I-

Unconsciously, your hand holds his tighter. Levi's blushing like a mess, a bright glimmer of hope in him.

- I really like you... You're such an understanding, kind and amazing person ! How could I not fall under your spell ? You have me in your nets, Mc... I'd like to be your number one... Your player 2... It's sounds stupid I know...

Slowly your eyes open, you start to yawn.

- Look ! Mc is moving ! says Asmo, cutting short the argument.

- Mc !

- They is holding Levi’s hand...

Levi's looking at you, embarassed.

- This spell wasn't so powerful as it turns out... A kiss wasn't necessary, he says, blushing, but for the first time, his eyes don't avoid yours.

Your smile brings him down a little more. Your half closed eyes see only him.

- Your feelings just resonated with mine... It was apparently enough....

You hug him suddenly, feeling the need to have him against you.

- Mc ! Y-you're t-too c-close !

Your arms tighten around him.

- I like you too... I thought it was obvious, you chuckle.

- A-Absolutely not !

- You know... Next time, maybe, you could wake me up with a kiss..."

Levi’s cheeks are burning, almost on fire. These gestures, this request, his heart can't take it. After a few seconds, Mammon breaks this moment by coming to apologize to you, crying like a poor puppy who gets scolded. He and Levi are still fighting, one asking for money from the other. Satan and Asmo start laughing at your head annoyed to hear so much noise when you wake up. Finally, you won your bet against Mammon.

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Gif created by me.

The image belongs to Solmare and the modifications of the visual was done by me.

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.2]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(what if our mc meets a boy of red hair and blue eyes to show them the way around RSA?)

(also please read the small authors notes at the bottom if you make it that far T-T)

it's been a good short hours on the ship and this whole time you've been chatting up a storm with your new friend Rielle, and during this time you've both actually warmed up and learned a handful about each other! 

you learned about each other's basic favorite things like colors, food, subjects, and even in music! Conversations seemed to flow smoothly like water between you two and you even learned how enchanting and magical his singing voice sounds, it almost had you entranced.

your new friend and you were now having a moment of silence while taking in the sounds of the water splashing against the ship until the boy spoke.

"if you don't mind me asking-- and I don't mean to pry! just that.." Rielle spoke while he nodded his head forward towards the direction of your cast holding your broken arm."is the reason why you're wounded related to your experience in Night Raven?... you don't have to answer if you don't want to I'm just genuinely curious." he gave you a comforting smile and his eyes were right on you, listening intently.

you gave a half-hearted and sheepish smile as you looked away and quickly started reminiscing about the events these past few months had in store for you in your head before you started to speak.

"well... in a way yes. I don't want to point any fingers--" you did want to point fingers, in fact you had many people to point fingers to. you sighed as you lightly shook your head in disappointment whilst facing the ship's floor "there were people who should've just done their job." your face started to form in a bit of a scowl "then maybe, just maybe... I wouldn't be in this state."

the young man formed an 'o' with his lips as he understood what you're trying to say.

"hmm..I see.. I'm very sorry _____, I promise that with my friends and I you'll never get a scratch on you while you're with us! and if it makes you feel any better, our staff too is always responsible and capable of finding a solution for any problem you're facing!" Rielle tried his best to sound optimistic and uplifting with the brightest smile on his face to get your frown turn upside down! and to also make you feel a little more confident in yourself as to give you more hope that your situation will turn around.

his very short speech made your head turn towards him and as he intended, you smiled warmly back with a new spark of optimism rising in your chest.

"thank you Rielle, that's... very kind of you." you spoke "I'm sure that while I'm with you, I'll at least have less than half of the injuries I have now."

he chuckled softly before responding to your comment "i'm sure you'll have few to none."

there was a moment where you two just looked at each other, both smiling and chuckling with the cold yet fresh sea breeze hitting both of your faces and the last few shines of the setting sun hitting both of your faces so perfectly. when you both calmed down you could feel this feeling of optimism rise up in your system even further.

this guy, his school-- you had a really good feeling about this change.

as well as a terrible feeling but about NRC.

but you didn't want to think much of it, not right now at least.

 on Rielle's side he genuinely feels and understands your predicament, having to adapt into a strange new world that works differently than your own home does... he gets the feeling of being a total fish out of water. so because of this he feels he has this kind of connection with you because of this small detail you both have in common.

but in a really random way you also couldn't help but notice how ethereal the shade of blue was in his eyes.

you were about to ask a question but were rudely interrupted when the sailors of the ship were yelling from up above and hanging on the ropes beside the sails, announcing that the ship is now slowly arriving towards the school.

the news made you automatically want to stand up and get a good look of the school. to then have your eyes finally meet the shape of a large white castle as the focal point with the peaks of each of it's towers glistening while still being overshadowed by the shining and setting sun behind. the scene was breathlessly magical with the special touch of this entire moment being the mixed splashes of orange, deep purple, and yellow of the sky blending in with the glistening waters of the calm ocean.

Rielle slowly stood up beside you while facing the school as well "amazing isn't it? seeing the academy shining against the sunset is one of my favorite things to see here." he said before he took in a big inhale of the ocean air to then exhale, taking in the scene and all it's beauty.

"you're damn right it's amazing." you chuckled at your comment before Rielle quickly joined in too in a shared chuckling fit. For the rest of your time on the ship you two decided to just calmly enjoy the view until the ship reached ashore.

Let's speed up to now reaching and stopping on the shore.

A gangplank was set down for you and any other residents to hop off the ship. Rielle and you slowly yet excitedly walked off at the exit to finally walk down to RSA-- that was until Rielle stopped you before you could step a foot on the large plank.

"Here, let me help you out my friend." Rielle then offered a helping hand by extending his elbow out, asking you to link your uninjured arm around his as a way to help and avoid slipping but also because he's just a gentleman at heart.

you gave him a smile and a small 'thank you' as you accepted his offer while linking both of your arms together with him(or only hold onto his arm with your hand, whichever you feel comfy with)and carefully walked off the ship with him at your side. when you two find yourselves on the shore at the edge of the sea you could feel a bit of nervousness now in your system since to you it seems like you're in a whole new world. Rielle noticed this and in another attempt to cheer you up he gently tugged at your arm that you linked with him to have you look at him, to give you a reassuring smile.

"You'll be just fine _____, I'll show you where you need to go if you'd like. just know I'll be right here with you."

His words started to sink in as you gave him a hesitant nod but a strong statement,

"Let's do this."

Meanwhile... at Night Raven College..

well... I'll save all the NRC chaos in the next post, it deserves it's own chapter ;)

(will include descriptive yet somewhat short reactions of only house leaders unless there is demand for other characters)

(also if you're confused why I had a ship travel you to RSA instead of just going through the forest and through the town I completely forgot that the isle of sages housed both NRC and RSA 💀💀but im already this far in so pretend it makes sense please T-T)

[midnight-black2]

prompt 4 for jann?

He and reader both attend gt academy and he has a crush on them. Reader becomes very close with matty which leads to him and jann fighting over them and reader showing jann who they really want^^

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pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req saysss

disclaimers : sub!jann, dom!reader, palming, jealousy, teasing, etc (NOT FULL SMUT!!)

note : i just now realized that i didn't actually include the prompt quote, but just know that it's obviously still based off of the prompt. also, this is like a lime, so it's not full smut, sorry if you wanted that! if you did, you can request a part two, but i just left it at a makeout sesh that eludes to smut, lol

jann hated matty.

he hated the way matty spoke, all cocky with an edge to every end of a sentence. he hated the way he walked, head held high with such unnecessary confidence. but most of all...

...he hated the way you liked matty so much. always saying things like "he's really quite nice once you get to know him." and as much as jann despised it, he knew he couldnt really stop you. hell, he probably wouldn't even try to. but god did it get under his skin when you and matty would laugh together, looking like you were having the time of your lives.

"no no, i'm serious!" you exclaimed, before leaning back in and whispering something in mattys ear. something secretive. a secret. why could you tell marty secrets? why couldnt jann be in mattys place right now? why did jann have this undeniable stabbing pain in his chest watching the two of you from afar?

"you can't be," matty said, furrowing his brows with a smirk. you shrugged. jann and matty made eye contact, and mattys smirk only grew, it was like he knew what he was doing, which made jann only angrier.

it's not like jann knew what you and matty were talking about, and it might have done him more good if he would have listened. then he would've realized you guys were talking about him. how you had a crush on him, and how you were preparing to tell him. but it was only until jann was standing in front of you, asking just what it is you were whispering in mattys ear and giggling about that he became aware.

"the conversation wasn't much," you replied, absentmindedly. you wanted to wait until the right moment to truly fess up, but he was making it rather difficult.

"it didn't seem like it," he said, under his breath, swallowing hard. he regretted the words as soon as he spoke them. however, there was no going back.

"fine, if you really want to know, i was telling him about how much i like you, jann," you said, with a sigh. sure, you could sense his jealousy from a mile away. you didn't ever think he'd do something about it, though. now, he was proving you wrong. his eyes widened, as he froze. his mouth opened, then closed. he wanted to say something, but he felt like he didn't have the right to.

"Y/N-i... i didn't know i'm sorry i just-" you cut him off with a snort.

"it's all good, jann. i won't hold it against you or anything. but, why were you so annoyed by me hanging out with matty anyway?" you asked, trying to suppress your growing smirk. he looked down, with a hoarse chuckle. the situation was ironic, surely.

"because i like you too," he uttered, anxiously. even though you had already said how you felt, he couldn't help but be exponentially nervous. it was just-- you. no other thoughts apart from you and driving consumed him. those were the two most important things to him. of course you made him nervous. you grinned complacently.

"i know."

"you...do?" he questioned, looking back up and facing you. his brows were furrowed, and you laughed.

"i've known since the start."

"it could not have been that obvious," he said, with a defeated chuckle. he tried defending himself, but to no avail.

"oh trust me, it most definitely was," you answered. "...so now do you believe that it's you that i want?"

"well yeah, i mean you've said it but..." he trailed off. he didn't know how he intended to finish that sentence. he also couldnt find the courage to finish it, anyway.

"let me prove it to you."

"how?" he asked, voice shaky and uncertain. he maybe had a clue of what you were suggesting. maybe.

"follow me, and you'll find out," you said, gesturing for him to do just that. so, he did. he was too curious not to. you both went to the sleeping quarters, which currently were unoccupied since everyone was out training. you urged him to sit down on your bed, and he complied. you then sat down next to him.

"i think it's really ridiculous that you couldnt see how much i do like you, jann," you said, as you intently looked in his eyes, awaiting a response.

"im sorry. i didn't think i could be so dense," he said, with a breathy laugh. his eyes flickered to your lips. it was a split second, but it was noticeable enough. you leaned in slightly, and he felt this sort of magnetic pull to do the same. there was only a breath between you, as your lips grazed against his. you sealed the gap, finally. lips moving in sync, perfectly harmonious with one another.

your hand cupped his cheek, as he rested his hand on your waist. you both started to kiss each other with fervor. when you eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless. his grasp on your hip tightened as he desperately attempted to ground himself. there was no way this was happening...--no, it was. it was definitely happening. because when you crashed your lips back on his, and slipped your tongue inside his mouth, and lied him down and hovered over top of him, he felt it all crash at him at once, like a big wave. his head was reeling.

"do you want this?" you mumbled against his lips. he nodded eagerly, and you found it entirely amusing. "i need your words, jann."

"please," he begged. that was all you needed, before your hand trailed down his body. you reached the part of him that ached for you. you started palming him over his clothing. he whimpered softly, shifting and writhing beneath you.

well, let's simply say you guys had a lot of fun that day.

╰┈➤ uh oh, cliffhanger! might post a pt.2 sometime, idk

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