#being overconfident and flirting with all my friends is fun and all

[glitterus]

okay so i’ve sworn off dating til college. so what do i do? i’m so glad you asked (humor me here). i will be delusionally pretending every one is in love with me. 🥰🫶

[chvoswxtch]

just started the punisher & absolutely in love with how you write frank castle. i’m already a huge simp and NEED a bodyguard!frank x reader fic where the reader gets a lil tipsy & likes to run away from him? ofc she runs into trouble with other guys at the bar and immediately regrets losing frank but he comes in at the right time?

if not i totally understand and will continue to binge all of your fics!!

-thor ✨🥰

thor!!! my sweet sparkly angel baby god of thunder!!! ✨

you're so PRECIOUS. thank you so much, and thank you so much for the request. I can't believe I hadn't thought of bodyguard!frank before like...you're a genius. I left this one kinda open ended bc I wasn't sure exactly what kind of relationship we were going for between frankie & reader, so I kept it subtle BUT as always, if you want more just let me know. 😏 ❤️

warning: contains violence and mentions of blood (frankie is the punisher after all), swearing, mentions of alcohol, & mentions of harassment (if this makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip!) word count: 3k

it's my job.

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You should’ve listened. He told you to stay close. He told you not to have that sixth drink. He told you to stay where he could see you. But you didn’t listen.

Why hadn’t you fucking listened?

Because he frustrated you. Because he was all stone cold gazes and silence. Because he ignored you like he was paid to do that instead of protecting you. Because his eyes were always over you or around you, but never on you.

Because you had a school girl crush on your body guard and you couldn’t figure out why. 

Well, you knew part of that why. He was incredibly handsome in a rugged way. He was big and broad and looked like he could snap you in half with his bare hands if he wanted. You’d seen him crack a smile once, not at you of course, but another one of the guys that was assigned to you, and God was it beautiful. It softened his face in a way that made you stupid, and that was probably why you had made the dumbass decision that you had.

You weren’t a damsel in distress by any means, but you’d certainly play the part if it meant Frank Castle was coming to your rescue. 

The plan was simple. Slip away from Frank at the bar, find a random guy to flirt with, wait for Frank to find you, and finally be his center of attention. Simple, right?

Wrong. Very wrong.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Frank had turned his head for one second, and you were gone, giggling to yourself as you pictured the pissed off look on his face. Were you being a brat? Absolutely. But as pretty as Frank was, he was also a huge dick most of the time. It was only fair to return the favor considering he had been driving you crazy for months now. Tipsy you had completely justified your actions, and you agreed with her. 

It didn’t take long to find an unsuspecting player in your little game. He had a godawful smirk on his face that definitely wasn’t as attractive as he thought it was, and clearly screamed ‘no one’s ever told me no in my entire life’. That should’ve been red flag number one. His overconfidence was as nauseating as the sound of his voice, but you reminded yourself you had a game to win. You subtly kept glancing around for Frank, wondering what the hell was taking so long. All of a sudden, Jason…Jake…whatever the hell his name was-decided to invite his entire frat house apparently to crash your little party. 

That was when the chaos started.

They all crowded around you in a corner in the back, completely blocking your view from the rest of the bar. You started to feel a little nervous, realizing that if you couldn’t see Frank, he couldn’t see you. That thought, along with the ravenous gaze in each of the men’s eyes, completely sobered you up. You didn’t like their lingering stares. You didn’t like how close they all were. This wasn’t fun anymore. It wasn’t a game. It was a mistake. 

“I-I think I should go find my friend. Excuse me.”

“Whoa, where you going, princess? I thought we were your friends?”

The ringleader didn’t hide the path of his eyes as they traveled down your body, and it made you feel sick. His friends snickered as they moved in closer towards you, not bothering to hide their shameless gazes either.

“What, you don’t like us anymore?”

Think. Think. Think.

Don’t piss them off. 

Play along.

Be smart.

You attempted your best polite smile, shaking your head slowly as you tried to find a gap between their bodies.

“Just wanna make sure no one sends a search party and ruins the fun. I’ll be right back.”

You tried not to move too quickly as you went to step between two of them, but a tight grip on your wrist yanked you backwards against an uncomfortable chest.

“Why don’t you just text them later. C’mon, don’t be difficult.”

There was a fear bubbling up in your chest and your throat felt tight. God why hadn’t you just fucking listened to Frank? Where the hell was he? You just wanted to go home. You sent a silent prayer up to whoever was listening that you’d never do anything stupid like this again if you could just go home.

“You’re hurting me.”

You winced, not from the weakness in your own voice, but from the harsh orchestra of laughter at your words. You felt like a lamb trapped in a circle of wolves. The horrid feeling of the man’s hand caressing your face caused your fingers to tremble, whimpering slightly as his hand gripped your jaw tightly when you tried to turn away from his touch.

“What’s the matter, princess? Don’t like it rough?”

“Frank?!”

If he couldn’t see you, maybe he could at least hear you.

“That’s not my name, baby. Don’t worry, we can practice you screaming it later. I promise, it’ll be the only one you remember after I-”

A high pitched yelp rang loudly in your ears and it took a couple of seconds to realize that it came from the man that was grabbing you. Blinking a few times, you stared dumbfounded as you realized Frank had pinned his arm behind his back in a very painful looking position and had slammed his face into the closest wall.

“You put this fuckin’ hand where it don’t belong again, and I’m gonna break it. You got that?”

Frank must have done something to prove his point, because the man cried out as he furiously tried to nod his head that was trapped against the wall.

“Fuck…y-yeah, yeah I got it! Just fucking let go!”

As Frank released him and took a step backwards, the man fervently turned around, ready to strike until he took in the look on Frank’s face. There was pure fear in that man’s eyes, and you could’ve sworn you saw him gulp as he quickly took a step backwards. He looked comically small compared to Frank. It fueled something within you to see him look so small and fragile. Frank turned his head slightly to shoot a warning look to the others, one they quickly responded to by taking a step back and holding their hands up in surrender.

Shooting one last glare to the ring leader, Frank finally turned around to face you. A shiver tumbled down your spine at the fury burning in his eyes. He was pissed. 

“You alright?”

The tone of his voice was so harsh and gruff it almost hurt your ears, having the complete opposite effect it normally did. You brought your trembling hand up and held your wrist against your chest, trying to ignore the sting of pain you felt as you cast your eyes downward and nodded.

You jumped slightly when you felt the warm weight of Frank’s palm on your arm, noticing the way his face fell ever so slightly as he recognized the terror in your eyes. He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, nodding his head towards your wrist.

“Lemme see.”

If Frank was pissed before, he was fucking enraged now. Allowing him to hold out your wrist to inspect it, his jaw immediately hardened when he saw the faint outline of fingerprints blooming on your skin in light shades of maroon. 

“Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

Before you had a chance to stop him, Frank’s fist was colliding with the man’s jaw, causing you to wince as you heard it crack like thunder across the sky in a violent storm. You could hear one of his ribs shattering like glass as Frank landed a powerful blow to his chest, grunting as he dragged him back up by his collar.

“Thought you liked it rough, huh? You pussyin’ out on me now?”

The man feebly tried to push at Frank’s chest to create some distance. He would’ve had better luck trying to knock down a brick wall with his bare hands. His friends stood stunned in place by Frank’s wrath, paralyzed with horror as their fearless leader sobbed and pleaded for mercy. 

“You like putin’ your hands on women, yeah? That make you feel big? Make you feel like a man?”

Frank’s voice boomed in your ears the louder he got. There was a frenzied look in his eyes, and you’d lost count of how many times his fist had collided with various parts of the man’s body. 

“Frank, please.”

Frank’s unrelenting fist paused midair at the sound of your voice, head snapping in your direction. He wasn’t going to stop unless you begged him to. You could see it in his eyes.

“I wanna go home. Please, Frank. Please take me home.”

A muscle feathered in his jaw as he glanced between you and the man whose bloodied face was now unrecognizable. Grabbing onto his jaw roughly, the man whimpered as a fresh stream of blood leaked from his mouth. Frank leaned in close, staring directly into the eye that wasn’t swollen shut as he growled lowly.

“You ever come near her again, or I hear anythin' ‘bout you putin’ your hands on another woman, I’ll fuckin’ make you scream. And it’ll be the last goddamn thing you do. You got that?”

Frank didn’t wait for an answer. He swiftly guided you out with his hand on your lower back, ignoring the horrified looks from everyone as they parted for him like the red sea. The slam of the passenger door caused you to jump, buckling yourself in with trembling hands as Frank sped out of the parking lot like a madman. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t face the rage on his face and the disappointment in his eyes. One glance in his direction had you immediately turning away. His fist was coated in the man’s blood as it gripped onto the steering wheel, crimson almost gleaming under the moonlight as it dripped down his wrist. You pushed it too far. You pushed him too far.

The entire drive home was silent. You desperately wanted to get out and get away from him. How were you ever supposed to look at him again? He was probably going to quit after what you did. How could you have been so reckless? So stupid? You stared at your reflection in the side mirror.

Well, you got what you wanted.

As soon as his truck pulled into the driveway you were unbuckling yourself and dashing out towards the front door. Your fingers trembled as you struggled with the lock, heart thrashing in your ribcage hearing Frank’s heavy boots pounding angrily against the concrete. He silently reached around you to grab the keys, turning the lock and shoving the door open angrily as you rushed through the threshold. 

His large hand caught your arm before you could disappear into your bedroom, spinning you around quickly as he stared down at you furiously.

“Why do you gotta always be so goddamn difficult? Why can’t you just do what the fuck I ask, when I ask it?”

“Frank-”

“You are a fuckin’ relentless pain in my ass, you know that? You got any idea what coulda happened to you? What they woulda done? Is that what you want?”

“No, I-”

“Because that woulda been on me. Somethin’ happens to you, it’s on me. It don’t matter that you’re a goddamn spoiled brat that can’t fuckin’ listen to save her fuckin’ life, it’s my ass. You get that? Or are you so goddamn selfish, you can’t see past yourself?”

He was right. You knew he was right. You had been selfish. You could’ve gotten yourself seriously hurt, or worse. You could’ve gotten Frank hurt or worse. And for what? Because he did his job too well? Because he wouldn’t entertain your bullshit? A lump of regret caught in your throat and you could feel guilt brimming along your waterline. You were a selfish, spoiled brat to him. That’s all he saw you as, and would ever see you as, because that was all you had proven to him. He probably hated you, and that thought alone is what finally broke you.

“I’m sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t thinking. I was being stupid. I…I was being selfish. If you hadn’t been there…I don’t…I can’t…”

You shuddered as you thought about how that sentence would end. You didn’t even wanna think about it. You realized in that moment how complacent you had gotten because of Frank. He was always there. The thought of someone getting past him never even occurred to you. There was never a chance for anyone to get too close to you until you created one.

Frank paused his irritated pacing, his face softening as he heard the remorse that cracked through your voice. Your hands were trembling as you choked words out through your heavy tears, and for the first time that night he thought about how scared you must have been. He glanced at the bruises that marked your wrist and let out a deep exhale through his nose. You were a pain in the ass, but he knew you hadn’t intended for tonight to happen. You could be careless sometimes, but not enough to put yourself in that situation.

Frank took a few cautious steps forward, placing his hands delicately on your shoulders.

“Hey, breathe. Everythin’s alright, yeah? You’re home. You’re alright. Just…breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“I’m so sorry, Frank-”

Frank let out another deep sigh as he pulled you in close, hugging your head against his chest as he gently rubbed your back.

“Hey…hey, I know. I know you didn’t mean for it to happen. Look, it’s over, yeah? Don’t matter anymore. Just focus on breathin’ for me.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt, and I-”

Frank pulled back slightly as he cupped your jaw delicately, searching your eyes with confusion knit between his dark brows. It felt drastically different than when that man had grabbed your face earlier. Frank’s fingers were rough, but they were soft as they touched you. Frank would never hurt you. His full lips were pursed in almost a pout as he searched your eyes, and it was the first time you were able to look at them so closely. They were a breathtaking shade of chocolate brown, and looked so different when he wasn’t angry. His entire face was different when he let that brooding mask slip. 

After a beat of silence, the edge of his mouth curved in the tiniest of smirks as his eyes lit up with mischief.

“The hell you worryin’ ‘bout me for? I’m the one protectin’ you, ya’know.”

“I don’t make that easy.”

“No, you don’t.”

There was a somewhat playful tone to the normal edge of his voice. He was trying to make you feel better, but you didn’t feel like you deserved it.

“And I could’ve gotten us both hurt because of it.”

Frank had expected you to banter back with him. You always had some smartass comeback ready to fire, and he secretly enjoyed it. But the dejection in your voice made him worry he’d been too hard on you earlier. A bigger part of him was nervous that he’d scared you in the bar, and that gnawed at the pit of his stomach.

“Have I ever let a single thing happen to you?”

“No, but-”

“Do you think I ever would?”

“No, but Frank-”

“Good. My job is to protect you. I don’t need you worryin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart. I can take a lot more than you give me credit for. What I do need is you to worry ‘bout yourself, and listen. I don’t tell you shit to be a hardass or try to control you. It’s to keep you safe. You got that?”

“Yes, Frank.”

“So, we understand each other now? You gonna start listenin’?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Attagirl.”

Frank granted you a miniscule smile as he wiped a stray tear away from your cheek, and a tiny surge of pride flowed through you at his praise. You wanted more of that. You gently wrapped your hand around his wrist, finding yourself unable to break his mesmerizing gaze.

“I don’t ever want anything like tonight to happen again.”

“That makes two of us.”

“I was really scared, Frank.”

“Did I scare you?”

Frank’s voice was quieter as he voiced his inquisition, and you could hear the vulnerability laced in it. You quickly shook your head, holding onto his wrist a little tighter.

“I wasn’t scared of you, Frank. I never have been. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to find you. That you wouldn’t be able to find me. That I…might never see you again.”

“I’ll always find you, sweetheart. I promise.”

You thought you liked how your name sounded coming from Frank’s mouth, and God you did, but sweetheart…yeah you liked that much better.

“Frank-”

“Go get some sleep. We’ll talk in the mornin’.”

“Are you leaving?”

Frank quirked one of his brows as he looked at you, a smile ghosting over his mouth so fast you had to convince yourself you hadn’t imagined it.

“Kinda defeats the purpose of body guardin’ if I ain’t here to guard your body, yeah? And since someone can’t manage to keep herself outta trouble, can’t really take any chances.”

Something about that sentence had heat violently spreading across your cheeks, and traveled very far downwards. You nodded your head quickly, trying to will your brain to remember how to speak as you cleared your throat.

“Right…um…guest room is-”

“Across from yours, I remember.”

“Um…goodnight, Frank.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

You flashed him a tight lipped smile, trying to gather yourself as you turned around and headed towards your bedroom. What a fucking night. As you opened your bedroom door, you paused for a second and turned around, only to find Frank still in the same spot you had left him, watching you closely. He turned his body to face you expectantly, cocking his head slightly to the side in question.

“Thank you.”

Frank’s hand twitched slightly as his side, giving you a slight nod.

“It’s my job, sweetheart.”

[eleganzadellarosa]

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pairing: fuckboy!kyungsoo x fem!reader

genre: SMUT (an unhealthy amount but I’m not sorry), would you call this enemies to lovers?

summary: A bet with the school fuckboy has you going back to your old ways.

warnings: MDNI (threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up immediately 👀), oral (m and f receiving), squirting, slight mean/cocky dom kyungsoo, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, daddy kink, name calling)

word count: 5.78K

A/N: Anon requested! This was very fun to write and I incorporated the threesome in a different way? I hope you enjoy it!

taglist: @sleepingbeautydo (🥺🫶)

He was well known around campus.

For his good looks and fuckboy antics.

Just looking at him you would never guess though and that’s probably how it all started. At first you just knew about him from hearsay, but then you had a class with him and saw firsthand how he would flirt with every girl he found attractive and how they would immediately fold.

You couldn’t help but scoff seeing him wrap an arm around one girl’s shoulder and whisper something in her ear that made her giggle. Or how his hand rubbed dangerously high on the thigh of another girl minutes later. You weren’t sure how every girl saw this but still ended up bent over in his dorm room that same night.

It’s not that you didn’t find him attractive either, because you did, you just hated his cocky attitude. He’s also never bothered you, so you guess you didn’t make his “attractive list”. It didn’t upset you since you’d rather have someone who liked you AND didn’t try to fuck the whole campus.

“Okay class, see you next week for finals. Make sure you’re ready, study study study!”

The teacher tapped on the board with the dry erase marker to add extra emphasis to the last part. Your grades were good thankfully so you didn’t have much to worry about. Now that you thought about it, how was he passing this class? Maybe he was a lot smarter than he looked given that this class was not for people who skipped out on studying.

“Hey girl, you think you could help me study this weekend? I think I got it but I wanna have someone quiz me to make sure.”

Your friend from class. You weren’t extremely close but you always helped each other whenever in pertained to homework or exams. You nodded with an “of course” and finished stuffing the rest of your things in your backpack. There was a pair of eyes on you, staring you down ever since your friend came up to you. You were afraid to look back but you’ve never been one to back down.

Sure enough, the pair of eyes boring holes into you belong to Kyungsoo. What the hell was he staring at and why now out of all days?

“Is there something I can help you with?” Your left eyebrow stood tall in confusion and a hand landed to rest on your hip.

“Is staring bad sweetheart? You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Ugh there’s that stupid overconfidence. “Um actually yes, staring is bad. Did your mother never teach you that? Seems there’s a lot she didn’t teach you…” you trailed off and whispered under your breath when you spoke the end of your sentence.

He scoffed and stood from his seat, making his way over to you. When he reached the space in front of you, he eyed you down curiously. “Hmm, not bad.”

Again, you were confused but nothing he did ever made much sense. “Care to explain why you’re in my personal space?” Your arms were folded against your chest as you tapped your foot, waiting for a reply.

“Ooo feisty little thing aren’t you? You don’t have to be so mean to me babygirl.” He feigned a pout and tapped your chin with his index finger before you swatted it away. “To answer your question, you just caught my eye so I wanted a closer look.”

“Oh, because you flirted with every other girl in class and I’m the only one who doesn’t care?” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled darkly.

“Trust me, if I wanted you to fall for me, I could easily do it.”

A smug look painted your face. “I don’t think overconfidence is cute, so with that being said, you’re overestimating your so called abilities.”

He smiled, tongue in cheek. “Is that a challenge?” He leaned in, hands on either side of you on your desk, his breath ghosting over your lips.

Unfortunately that move had you swooning just a tad but you weren’t going to let him know that. Your stubborn attitude was going to get you in trouble one day and maybe it was today. “Bet. You have two weeks. We’ll see just how desperate you get when you see I’m not falling for any of it.”

He wrapped a hand around your waist and caressed your cheek, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear, “If there’s anyone being desperate, it’s going to be you begging me to get this dick deeper inside of you. Can’t wait to see it, I’d love to see you beg.” He walked away looking triumphant and made sure to pat your butt.

He wasn’t going to win, you weren’t going to let him.

The rest of the week went by unbothered so for you to have forgotten the bet you made with the bold boy, is not surprising. It wasn’t until he came up and wrapped an arm around your waist and planted a kiss on your cheek that you were snatched back to the reality of it all.

“Ugh what the hell?” You quickly wipe your cheek on the back of your sleeve. A look of disgust showing through how you stuck out your tongue and gagged.

He stood in front of you now and watched you closely before squinting and crossing his arms. "Well someone definitely didn't get much sleep last night."

You gasped and squished your cheeks in your hands. You thought two layers of concealer would do the trick but you also didn't expect for someone to be so close they could practically see your pores. "Kyungsoo please fuck off, I don't have time for this."

"Aww but I was going to offer to get you a coffee. Help you wake up before the exam later."

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a deadpan expression. "Don't you have one of your other hoes you could be bothering? I need to go sit for a while and maybe close my eyes before I pass out."

"I could" he said with a click of his tongue "But I'd rather be bothering you right now. And don't talk about my "hoes" as if you're not going to be one of them soon."

At that you let out a hearty laugh. "You're so stupid, I forgot about this stupid bet since you didn't do anything this whole week and now you only have a week left which is nowhere near enough time to get me to even want to kiss you."

He draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in close, not having enough strength to fight back. "Baby you still don't understand. I know exactly what I'm doing and when I have you gagging, I'll try not to say 'I told you so' okay?"

You annoyingly shook him off of you and turned to face him. “What makes you SO sure that I’d be attracted to you at all?”

“Because if I were to do this” he grabbed your hand and kissed up your arm, “your breathing stops. The same way it did last week when I got close to you.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong and you hated that you had that reaction for him but it was his fault for not being ugly. If the situation was different and he was as sweet and nice as he looked, you’d give him a chance.

“Anyway, I’m officially inviting you to Cam’s party this weekend and you can’t say you’ll be busy because finals are today.”

“I never said I wanted to go to Cam’s party but I appreciate the invite.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper and come hang!” He grabbed your hand and rubbed a thumb over the soft skin. “Wear something irresistible too, I wanna be desperate.”

He was unbearable but admittedly he did have some charm to him. You were also curious what Cam’s party was going to be like since you’ve never been to one because apparently they were “invite only”. You didn’t care enough to try to get invited but it would be nice to relax and party after having such a stressful semester.

“Okay fine, I’ll come but don’t think that changes anything.”

He smiled, quickly grabbing your phone and holding it up to your face to unlock it. “Here, now you have my number and you can call or text me whenever you’d like.” He shot you a wink and handed you back your phone. “Don’t say you won’t call or text me either because I know you will.”

He walked away, not giving you a chance to say anything. Maybe he would win this bet, he already had you going to a party you didn’t give two fucks about 5 minutes ago.

“Girl why won’t you just fuck him? Everyone else has and they say he’s AMAZING in bed.” Your friend sat on the opposite end of your bed, concentrating on painting your toenails.

“Exactly my point, the fuck? Why would I want to fuck THE fuckboy? I’m not trying to do that and then catch feelings just for him to leave me for the next girl and then hit me up whenever he wants to take me to pound town.”

You stretched your hand out in front of you to check your work, making sure it looked just right before curing your nails under the UV light.

“Okay so you do think you’d catch feelings? Your pussy probably looks like a raisin because you never get dicked down anymore. You used to be a "hot girl", what happened to her?"

She was right. You had your hoe phase in your freshman year that trickled down from your senior year of high school but you didn't want to be known around school for that, so you vowed to change. And change you did. You planned on reviving that side of you just a bit for the party tomorrow, you were kind of interested in seeing if you were still capable of being irresistible. If he wanted a challenge, you would give it to him especially if it meant being able to prove your point.

"She's not me anymore and I'm not really trying to go back to being her. I want a boyfriend, not the whole school. But if you must know, I aim to be her tomorrow. See what kind of results I can get; see if I still got it."

"Pfft, bitch you never lost it, you just don't act on it. If I was a guy, I'd eat you out right now." She stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes as if she was tasting something delicious. You swatted at her arm and she chuckled. She went back to painting your nails before speaking up again. "If you do fuck him, can I have your pink bra with the sparkles on it and have the pleasure of saying I knew it?"

You raised your leg as if you were going to kick her in the shoulder. "Babes, I'm really going to need you to stop acting like I'm going to fold so quickly. I have no intentions on fucking him at all. Yes, he's attractive but again, I don't want someone that acts like the old me."

She clicked her tongue as she admired the finished product. "Well I don't think you're weak, I just don't think it's going to work out the way you think it will, but we'll see." She pressed her lips together and raised her brows.

You wiggled your toes and took another look at your fingers. "I promise if you're right, I'll kiss you and give you my bra." You rolled your eyes and smiled when she smiled seductively. "Oh yeah, do you know how far Cam's house is from here?"

"Girl I've never been to that man's house a day in my life. Don't you have the address, just put it in your maps."

Oh shit, you don't have the address. That cheeky fucker was right, you'd have to text him for something. You couldn't help but laugh in disbelief, he most likely planned it out just so he could rub it in your face. You took out your phone and searched for his number, not knowing what he saved himself as. A look of disgust showed when you see he was saved as "Daddy 🍆💧". He was so fucking annoying and it made your blood boil.

You: First off, ew. I'm changing your name immediately. And...I need Cam's addy.

He quickly read the message and it took him no time to reply.

Daddy 🍆💧: Oh look who sent Daddy a text.

Daddy 🍆💧: Don't change it, you're gonna wanna change it back tomorrow.

Daddy🍆💧: Here

He shared the contact card for Cam which contained all the information you needed and then some.

Daddy 🍆💧: Can't wait to see what you wear tomorrow 😍

You wanted to scrape your eyes out of your head. He made your skin crawl and you wanted to vomit. He was so cringey, how the fuck was he gathering up these girls like Pokemon? It didn't matter, you were confident you weren't going to be added to that list.

Luckily for you, Cam's house was a 10 minute walk from your dorms, nothing you couldn't handle. You looked in the mirror one last time. A black tube top, tortoise patterned asymmetrical skirt and black lace up sandals. You did look hot, maybe a little too hot. But that's what you wanted, you wanted to walk through the door and all eyes be on you. So when you knocked on the door and Cam answered it, immediately eyeing you up and down, you knew you succeeded.

"No fucking way...Kyungsoo, your "girl" is here!" He shouted behind him while keeping his eyes scanning your body, landing specifically on your exposed thighs.

Kyungsoo worked his way through the crowd, trying to get to the front door without having to stop and greet people. He finally made it, eyes growing in size when he saw you standing in the doorway. He didn't doubt it, but holy fuck did you clean up nicely. You were far from ugly but this was a whole new side to you that he never expected to see. He grabbed your hand, mouth still agape, and raised your arm above you making you do a spin.

"Oh my...I could cum right now just looking at you..." He couldn't stop spinning you to see angles he's already seen. He bit his lip and gave an approving nod. "Fair play. You really did come looking hot enough to make me desperate." He pulled you in by the waist and whispered in your ear, "But I'm still going to win this bet."

He shot you a wink and walked away with a group of friends, off to do whatever college boys do. You finally took in your surroundings, not having much time to do so while you were being ogled at. The vibes were not what you were expecting. Sure it was loud because of the countless amounts of people, but it didn't feel like those parties you'd see on TV.

Angel by Kali Uchis played loudly out of the speakers as you explored the bottom half of the house some more.

~Baby you should know that you’re everything I’m craving~

The beat and melody of the song had you really feeling yourself in your outfit, you felt so sexy. You didn't need the attention or compliments, you felt it for yourself just how good you looked. There were a few familiar faces, but no one that you'd really bother starting a conversation with. You weren't here because you wanted to be, it was only because of this stupid bet. Might as well take the time to try and have fun.

There were drinks everywhere of different colors, in different glasses, you weren't sure what was what and what to try.

"That blue one is pretty good as long as you don't mind that sting from the vodka."

You turned around to see where the voice came from. It belonged to a handsome guy that stood a few feet away from you, hand resting against the bar. "And how do I know I should trust your taste?" You made sure to add a flirtatious tinge to your voice.

He laughed and picked up one of the cups containing the blue liquid. "Well I think you're pretty, so that proves I have good taste right?"

Cute. "I guess that's good enough. I'll be mad if you let me down." You carefully sipped the drink, letting your tongue savor the flavors. It was good, really good. "Maybe you do have good taste."

You talked to him for about 15 more minutes, downing 2 more of the blue drinks and one of the orange ones. The buzz from the alcohol prickled at your skin. That was enough drinks for now, especially if you wanted the strength to walk back home. The song switched to something you could dance to, twerk to even. Before you had time to finish the thought, the guy you'd been talking to asks you if you want to dance with him.

He pulled you into the large area among the other party goers. Things heated up quickly between you two and you were grinding against each other in no time. You haven't let loose like this in quite some time and it was lots of fun in all honesty. He ran his hands along your sides and rested them on your hips as you moved them rhythmically against his crotch. The hand then danced up your spine and tangled in your hair making you stand up but not stop dancing.

"I didn't say you could dance on anyone else tonight." That definitely didn't sound like the same guy.

You turned your head to the side to see who was standing behind you now. "Kyungsoo?" When did he get here? How long have you been dancing on him? You slowed down your pace, but his hand kept your hips steady as he helped moved them to the beat yet again. "Don't stop just because you know it's me. Keep doing what you were doing."

His breath was hot against your ear, sending tingles down your spine and straight to your core. You had the sudden urge to tease him, wanting to see how he would react. You bent over slightly rubbing your ass against him and looked back to watch his expression. His lip was between his teeth, a hand caressing your ass. Why was this turning you on? Perhaps you shouldn't have had so many drinks, but that didn't feel like the problem. You definitely weren't drunk or anywhere close to it.

He was growing hard against you, you felt it. Did you really have that effect on him or was he just a normal horny man? He tapped on your left hip, signalling you to stand up. He turned you to face him, lips ghosting over yours.

"Do you want to kiss me or do you want to keep grinding on me until I take you to a bedroom to fuck you dumb?"

"If I say yes just this once, are you going to kiss me well enough to make me want to fuck you?"

He smirked and licked his lips. "I guess we'll have to see then huh?" He leaned in, wrapping a hand around your throat to squeeze the sides just gently. His lips were soft but the kiss was hungry. He dragged his teeth over your bottom lip before swiping his tongue over it asking for entry. Once granted, his tongue danced with yours deepening the already sensual kiss. His other hand found its way down your back and gripping your ass. Damn, he was a great kisser. So far the rumors were true and you wanted to beat yourself up for wondering if everything else was just as factual.

He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting the both of you. He stared at you with hooded lids, a thumb rubbing over your lips. "How you feeling?" He knew the answer but you weren't ready to let him win just yet, even though he technically already has. "Too scared to say you want this dick now?"

"Fuck you Kyungsoo." Your words were venomous but the throb between your legs was just as lethal.

"Maybe you'll get the chance to if you fix that mouth of yours princess." He released his grip on you and walked away into the crowd to no longer be seen.

You stood there, thighs threatening to squeeze to ease some of the pressure on your clit. Fuck, maybe your friend was right, you do want to fuck him. You spent all these years trying to deny your urges for him, but tonight you might have to drop the facade to get what you want.

You walked around trying to take your mind off the man you swore you didn't have feelings for. All those drinks had your bladder full so it was time to find a bathroom. A few girls complimented your outfit as you made your way up the stairs through all the kissing couples and groping dudes. Most of the rooms were locked and you know they wouldn't be vacant for a while. Hopefully there was an extra bathroom somewhere before you actually peed on yourself.

Thankfully, the door at the end of the hall lead to a really nice bathroom, its size making you believe it was the master. You took in the restroom in all its glory while you sat on the toilet. Cam's house was huge, his parents must be rich. After releasing all the liquid in your bladder, you went to explore some more. You opened up a few doors that ended up being closets when you heard groans and grunts coming from one of the others and curiosity got the best of you.

When you opened it, you saw him. His head was back and his eyes were squeezed shut, his hand tangled in the girl's hair that had her lips wrapped around his dick. Of course he'd find someone else to suck him off after he kissed you like he loved you not too long ago. He noticed the new stream of light entering the room and looked down to see you standing, watching in the doorway.

He licked his lips and bobbed the girls head faster while keeping piercing eye contact. Shamefully, this had you sopping wet. Your panties were sticking to your core uncomfortably now and seeing how he looked at you made you want to jump him.

"Are you going to stand there frustrated or are you going to come join in?" He was inviting you, seeing if you'd take the bait and let him have his sweet victory.

It's nothing you've never done before and you felt like you would pass out if you didn't cum. Why not take it if he was offering it? You slowly strut over to the bed and climbed on top of it, sitting next to him. He was bucking his hips upwards into her mouth but all his attention was on you. He reached a hand under your skirt, feeling the growing wet patch on your panties. He slid the fabric to the side and teased your folds with his finger.

"You got this wet from watching me or has she been purring since I kissed you earlier?"

He's such a cocky bastard but he was right, you have been no good since that kiss earlier. "Does it matter or are you going to do something about it?"

He clicked his tongue and pinched your clit making you yelp in surprise. "Sit on my face while I think about it." He leaned back so his back was flush against the bed and tugged on your hips. You were turned so that you faced the girl blowing him and your ass pointed towards his face.

He used two fingers to spread your panties to the side and play with your clit, spreading the mess over them before he plunged them into you. You immediately squeezed around his fingers causing him to let out a low moan. He breathlessly told you to take them off and you did so without hesitation, resuming your previous position. His breath danced over your heat, teasing you more with his fingers.

"Kyungsoo-fuck...please just...stop teasing." Your hips were trying to move down onto his mouth but his hands on the back of your thighs kept you in place.

"I thought you could have patience with me? That's what you told me before."

You clenched your teeth in annoyance. You knew he was going to tease you until you were begging, you should have never agreed to this stupid bet. "I didn't come up here to have you annoy me, you make me so sick."

At that, he let go of your thighs, your pussy crashing down on his face. His tongue came out and pressed circles into your clit making you let out a breathy "oh". His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place as you squirmed. It felt amazing. 2 out of 3 things were right so far, only one thing left to confirm all the rumors. The girl who diligently bobbed her head, released him with a pop and looked up at you. "You take the dick, I take the balls? My jaw is tired."

A weird thing to bond over, but your mind was fuzzy and you'd do anything to have him keep going. She sunk down lower on her knees and sucked each of them into her mouth, a deep groan coming from him, sending vibrations through your body. You whined when you saw just how big and thick he was, head still leaking precum. You carefully kitten licked up his shaft and at the head. It twitched, leaking even more of the sticky liquid. You glided him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked as far as you could go before his tip touched the back of your throat.

He reached down to hold your head in place as he bucked up into your mouth, his other hand working its fingers into you as he sucked on your clit harshly. You were a moaning mess now, trying to breathe through your nostrils as tears threatened to fall. The hold on your head softened and you took the opportunity to come up and breathe, only resulting in a violent coughing fit.

The salty taste of his precum on your tongue was amazing, you craved more. You wrapped your hand around what barely fit in your mouth. You hadn't noticed you were sharing until your tongue collided with something that felt oddly similar. You and your "new friend" were both kissing at his head, lips occasionally brushing against each other. She looked a lot more drunk than you did but he had you both captured in a spell, so you probably looked no different. He was rolling his hips so it could slide between both your wet mouths.

His fingers picked up the pace now, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm was close and you hoped he'd let you have it. As expected, he pulled out his fingers and pushed up on you to move you away from him. He tapped on the cheek of the other girl and sat up. His chin glistened with your essence, his eyes dark with lust.

"On the bed, ass up." The was a sense of dominance to his voice, only adding to the slick that your pussy released. When you bent over on the bed, he landed a harsh smack on your ass causing you to lurch forward.

"Fuck Kyungsoo stop..."

"Hmm, you like that? The way your pussy is fluttering right now, I don't think you want me to. Watch." He brought his hand down on the other side, a loud echo in the room. It stung but in the best way possible. You couldn't help but moan into the sheets. "See how much you love it? Tell me how much it makes you wet."

"I'd never do tha-ah!" another smack, this one leaving a handprint.

He sighed deeply, "looks like I have to fuck the brat out of you."

He gave you no time to reply as he lined up with your entrance and slammed inside, your slick walls making it easy for him to move in and out. He was ramming his dick into you, his hands gripping your hips enough to leave bruises. He instructed the other girl to rub her clit while she kissed him and to not stop until she came.

You couldn't see but the kiss sounded sloppy. His thrusts were fast and you weren't sure how he was multitasking right now, or how he hasn't cum yet. He leaned away from the kiss so he could wet his thumb in his mouth and insert it in your ass, adding to the overall pleasure. You were screaming at this point, his dick constantly hitting that gummy spot in you. Your orgasm was quickly approaching again, your eyes rolling back, your toes curling.

"K-kyungsoo, p-please lemme cum this time. Please."

He didn't hear you, or so he acted. Your walls were clenching on him tight, ready to pulse around him if he let you cum. The girl above you screamed his name when she came over her fingers. A few more seconds were all you needed to tip you over the edge, but he slowed in you, almost coming to a complete stop. You craned your neck using all the strength you had left in your body. There better had been a good reason he ruined your orgasm like this.

There was a shift on the bed making you turn your head. The other girl was leaving, looking satisfied with her long awaited release. She left the room as if she wasn't just making out with the man who still has his dick inside you.

"Kyungsoo please just let me cum." You were desperate now, just wanting to finally get things over with so you didn't feel the aching pain anymore.

"I hope you didn't think I was going to let you off easy." He says, lifting you so that your back was pressed against his chest. Even the slight movement sent tingles to your pussy. "You can get what you want when you beg." His hand was around your neck, making you arch against him, his dick moving ever so slightly.

"Why would I do that when you know what I want?" It was hard not being bratty because you were so stubborn. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take though.

He brought his free hand down to slap your clit. "Bad girl, that's not what I wanted to hear."

Your body jolted from the slap, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. "Please Kyungsoo, I really need to cum."

He was at your ear again, his breath warming your entire body. "Then beg slut." He pushed your head back into the mattress and began to pound into you. Your breath getting caught in your throat as you tried to moan. "Just beg and I'll make you squirt."

The way his dick rubbed against your walls was intoxicating. His name rolled off your tongue like it was the only one you knew. There it was again, that same knot waiting to snap. He knew you were close, that's why he thrust his hips viciously, making you moan and whimper uncontrollably. You had to do it now, you really needed this and God was he making you feel so good.

"Please don't stop, I need your dick to cum. I'm desperate now, please." Tears stained your cheeks as you confessed.

He pulled you up against his chest once again, hand back around your throat. Yet this time, he was plunging his dick so deep in you at this new angle. "Say it again, you're so what?"

"S-so desperate, Kyungsoo please!"

"Good girl, I knew you could do it. You wanna cum on Daddy's dick so badly don't you? Want Daddy to help you cum?" You nodded quickly, not being able to utter a word with his tightening grip around your throat. "Say it. You can do it."

"I want to cum on Daddy's dick, fuuuuck."

He loved hearing you choke out your words, feeling your pussy squeeze him like this. He had you right where he wanted you, having waited for this since he first laid eyes on you. He knew it'd be a challenge since he couldn't control his desires with anyone else. You were perfect but seemingly unattainable as you threw him side eyes and gags in disgust. When you agreed to this bet, he never thought he'd actually succeed but he had to make you believe he would just so he tried harder.

Seeing you here with tears streaming down your cheeks, moaning like it's the best sex you've ever had; he wanted nothing else than to relive this every change he got. Kyungsoo sped up even more feeling your walls twitch around him. There was no stopping this time. His other hand rubbed ruthless circles on your clit, finally giving you the pleasure of reaching your high. You gasped as he let go of your neck, a high pitched call of his name and you squirting all over the bed sheets.

It was mind-blowing. It had you seeing stars, your ears were ringing, your body was limp. 3 for 3, the rumors were all true. Who knew you'd be doing your research tonight? He stilled in you not long after, his warm seed filling you up to the brim. There was no better sight than seeing you all fucked out with his cum dripping out of you; he almost got hard again.

You were still breathing heavily as you tried to recover from your high. You felt the bed dip down and a heavy arm wrapped around your torso. When you opened your eyes, his big ones started back at you.

"I usually wear a condom but I couldn't help myself tonight." He gently rubbed your cheek as he looked in your eyes lovingly. This wasn't the Kyungsoo you were used to. He seemed calm, sweet, loyal. Just the person you needed him to be in this moment.

"Is that what you tell all your hoes?"

He rolled his eyes but a smile crept across his face. "Bratty to the end I see. And no, I've only told you that."

Admittedly that made you blush. Were you the first to fuck him raw? That didn't seem true, but you'd rather believe him for now. There was silence in the room, clashing with the blasting music coming from downstairs.

"Maybe it's time for a reputation change."

You ticked an eyebrow upwards, "Oh? Tired of your bad rep now?"

He smiled again, this time a lot more innocently. "For you? Definitely."

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17 & 18 of the group situations for any of the polycules <3

Finally getting to this one with Marcus and Kiatcarmen's polycules :3

17 - One of the characters in the group has been replaced by an evil doppelganger. How does the group figure out who it is?

Marcus: gonna be honest, if he seems too relaxed there's gonna be suspicion. Yera would be the hardest to fool because she is both discerning and has known him the longest. So she has a pretty solid sense of how much emotional constipation and anxiety and depression he has.

Yera: this one might be a challenge because while everyone knows Yera pretty well, her MO is to have fun. So as long as the doppelganger doesn't do anything that is obviously at someone else's expense/actually mean, they could probably explain away just about anything. But they would also have to remember the ten million little moments she has shared with people and if they forgot, Gren and Hossan would figure it out.

Umedes: the biggest mistake a doppelganger could make is treating Umedes' alienness and relative distance from everyone else as an excuse to stay aloof and do whatever. Pali and Gren would figure that out easily (Marcus would kinda figure they were just trying something new and of course they're tired of him. he's such a sad boy).

Hossan: he defines himself in very specific ways. Yera and Gren would know something is off the second he starts using words like "kinky" and "polyamorous" about his triad.

Pali: it's way too easy to try and play Pali as conniving and scheming but she really is not an evil mastermind type. Her goals and her door have to be just open enough to keep Umedes or Marcus or Gren from figuring it out.

Gren: he's the slut spouse, not the seductive spouse. He's not much for innuendoes or specifically flirting, versus just being really nice. So really any serious seductiveness will have everyone wondering if he's okay.

Heith: the doppelganger would have to walk a fine line between being very cynical and also not being depressed, which would be hard with Marcus tipping everything depressionward. Unfortunately Marcus is also the one Heith spends the most time with and is most likely to notice something is wrong.

Kiatcarmen: it would be hard, ngl. But she's not equally mean to everyone or mean to them in the same way. Still, as long as they don't do something as obvious as badmouthing Jimmy, they might go undetected if there aren't any nuances that Jimmy or Pirianus pick up on.

Ashmalo: the giveaway would probably be him being vitriolic about Kiatcarmen, or him being overconfident as a dad. It's kind of a toss up who would notice first but my bet's on Orvi, since he's both very observant and friends with Ashmalo.

Jimmy: probably getting involved with Marcus and Minaya too much. He's always been distant from them, and any deviation from that would be odd to everyone else.

Pirianus: his whole MO is opaque to everyone else, yet it does follow a pretty predictable logic of being extremely emotionally repressed. If he got more transparent or just less judgmental it would be a tip-off. Thade would probably figure it out first.

Caladea: the biggest possible mistake is to assume that she is both soft and kind of weak-willed in all areas of her life. The only people who believe that are the ones who have never seen her strategize with Ashmalo or met her in the bedroom. The opposite is true too: what Caladea would talk back to Kiatcarmen, or talk to her at all if it wasn't necessary?

Thade: he can be annoying, but he chooses his moments because he wants attention more than anything. Someone constantly being annoying just for the sake of being annoying would raise some flags.

Orvi: it might be possible to skate past Thade and Caladea if they got some small details right. But either the complex web of politics in the court or an overdeveloped sense of power from Orvi's personal surveillance network would trip them up.

18 - One of your characters is sick in bed. What do the rest of the characters do to help them feel better?

Marcus: the most often repeated phrase with him is "take the pills". He's so ready to just suffer through it but nobody will let him. And pretty much everyone will come to say hi to him at one time or another but Umedes will be there the most.

Yera: she has the window cracked open so that someone can hang out on the other side of it and be somewhat protected from whatever has her sick. But she's suffering not being able to be around anyone and they try to be extra social with her in other ways to make up for it.

Umedes: half the time they won't even tell anyone they're sick—they'll just recede into their chambers. They don't want to make people take care of them, but they almost inevitably get found out and taken care of anyway. I think there's some kind of Vick's equivalent for scales and that's what they use, and it's hard to feel too much like a burden when hot guys are insisting on giving you a scale rub.

Hossan: he hates being sick so much. He will take the pills without being told though he doesn't always believe they do anything. But Gren and Yera have discovered the best way to make him less miserable is just to give him a space Switch and not bother him too much while he plays games in bed.

Pali: Umedes and Gren especially are checking in frequently to make sure she hasn't decided to return to work while they weren't looking and make sure she has enough water and snacks and such. Luckily she doesn't like working in bed, so it's hard for her to pretend she wasn't working.

Gren: for the most part they all just staying out of his bedroom, because he's determined to sleep it off. But it's also answering his messages as quickly as possible so he can get his meals in before going back to sleep.

Heith: she will let Marcus in to hang out with her periodically and also Gren so he won't worry, but mostly she wants soup and to be left alone with the space netflix password.

Kiatcarmen: she has Jimmy on video call half the day every day, because she doesn't want to get him sick, but she can't be without him. The rest of her time is spent either watching trash TV or sleeping. She used to just rely on the staff to leave what she needed at the door, but she's discovered that Pirianus is only too happy to play her nurse, and sometimes she lets him.

Ashmalo: he doesn't like being sick by any means but he does like that Caladea takes it on herself to take care of him. She doesn't hang around a ton, just because it's boring for her, but she will make sure he has everything he needs and massage his shoulders and tuck him in.

Jimmy: he tends to have a short temper and very little energy for socializing when he's sick, but he also can't stand being left completely alone. So he will have Kiat or Caladea on video chat for a few minutes here and there.

Pirianus: well, in his ideal world, Kiatcarmen would dote on him like he dotes on her, but he has to make do with mostly Thade, who operates on a strict "don't shoot the messenger" policy. Thade is just delivering stuff. Don't blame him for anything that goes wrong, just send him to get something else. But Thade is also decently likely to not be home when Piri is sick, so then it's Orvi, or some representative of Orvi, fetching things, and occasionally Caladea will see him until she gets tired of him, and even more occasionally Kiatcarmen will drop by.

Caladea: she wants everyone to stay away from her. Well, maybe Orvi or Thade or Ashmalo can sit far away from her and talk to her from there. But for the love of god do not let in Pirianus, because he wants to be her Big Brother TM, but he's just overbearing.

Thade: if he's perfectly honest he kinda prefers getting sick in his hotel suite in Landris, because then he doesn't have to think about socializing with the polycule beyond his phone—he can just call his assistant Wyn to get him some stuff and then chill in his space. In the palace Orvi and Caladea and Ashmalo are checking in on him, and that's nice, but why do they all have to do it every day. Can they not just coordinate.

Orvi: he has tried to just be sick in peace but Caladea won't let him. Which is mostly a good thing, honestly, because otherwise he would just vanish for a week, and would barely interact with anyone. Ashmalo and Thade will also visit him, though he's not sure if Ashmalo only comes if Caladea tells him to.

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Heyo thought I’d drop some random tf2 hcs and stuff cause of ur post :D

- scout and Pyro get along really well and scout will draw for pyro. Scout likes them cause he seems to actually listen to scout talk

- Engineer is pretty oblivious when it comes to people having feelings for him and hes (kinda accidentally) decent at flirting tho

- Engineer is like a father figure to scout and it makes spy really jealous lol

- Demo is really good at karaoke

- Since spy is good at finding this out about people based on body language etc. he knows exactly who has crushes on who in the base and he thinks it’s SO OBVIOUS but it’s not to the rest of them and he’s really close to just screaming at everyone that they’re blind and to just kiss already. He’s just forced to watch all these pining idiots dance around each other and he hates it

- Heavy and Medic have a book club that is just the two of them

- Scout would be a good dad later in life if he had a kid

ohohhoho interesting. Cracks my knuckles.

-scout and pyro friendship truther until I DIE. I find the idea of scout going from being terrified of this weird “thing” to just being besties with Pyro kind of hilarious. I think they can both do art pretty well actually! I like to think they run around towns and do graffiti together.

-Nodding at this. I also think it helps that (to me) hes naturally very friendly and polite because of how he was raised and like half of the people on his team havent heard anything nice from another human being since they were actual children (if that.) Is he good at flirting or are your standards dangerously low? Is it both? Great question!

-Ive always seen engineer as more of a low-maintenance uncle figure to scout If That. They’re just kind of a pretty standard close older dude with a lot of life experience and younger dude with fuck all going on friendship to me. and tbh ive never. Really been able to get behind the idea of spy being “jealous” of any sort of relationship Scout has with other mercs. Whether it’s him being weirded out by father standins or judgemental of potential partners. I don’t think he doesn’t have a weird relationship with seeing scout bond with the other mercs but i feel like it’s just sort of. Idk. A little more of a unique issue for him.

-Accepted. Though i think “good” for him ranges from “genuinely good singing” to “loud, overconfident, and having a great time getting half of the lyrics wrong.”

-As much as I think it would be fun if spy was surprisingly emotionally dense, i cant deny his canonical skills in that sort of field. That’s like. His whole game. I think his approach to trying to help anyone with romance is “he wont unless youre prepared to basically just inflate his ego for the sake of a few tips.” A la expiration date.

-no doubt in my mind that heavy and medic dont agree with a single thing that the other gleams from reading books. Said with love. They will argue about meanings and subtext and the value of interpretation until it sounds like someone’s about to file for divorce and then end with “so same time next week ^_^?”

-I will be so honest with you. I do not know if i could ever see scout being a father, much less a good one NDGSKHJDKNJJ.

Actually . Hm. Thinking about it. I could. SEE it in a sense. I think he would have some good steps to go off of because of his Mom. Unsure of how good his ma’s parenting was but she at least was very caring toward her kids. He’d have that. But i think he’d have to be a lot more emotionally mature to be able to process how his own current issues with dads and fatherhood would healthily translate into being a dad himself. I could see him being really laid back and maybe a little too “im not just your parent, im your friend,” and any hypothetical kid he has would Not take his ass seriously. I think having to parent a teenager would kill him.

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Questionable Decisions

Chapter 1 - 3.4k words

Summary: Being a grad-school student with Connie and Jean as best friends is a lot of fun, but you find yourself in a precarious situation one night after Connie's friends Annie and Mikasa join you and the guys for drinks at the local bar.

Tags: Attack on Titan modern!AU, Attack on Titan college!AU, Annie x reader (kinda), Jean x reader, bisexual!reader, afab!reader

CW: NSFW, masturbation, drinking, alcohol

****Minors DNI****

It’s only 4 p.m. and you’re just barely able to keep your eyes open through your last lecture of the day. Finals week is approaching much more quickly than you anticipated and you’re behind on some major projects, but motivation is dwindling and procrastination keeps taking over. You’re past trying to focus on the lecture, so you pull out your phone to text your best friend Connie.

“I’m about to pass out in class right now, I’m so bored.”

“lol that sucks dude. did you wanna come over after you get out of class?”

“Yeah that sounds good. I need to work on my project proposal, but I can work on it while I’m there.”

“aight bet. idk what time Jean is gonna be back, but we could grab a drink when he gets home if you need a break.”

“A drink sounds pretty damn good right now.”

You zone back into your applied biostatistics class and try your best to focus on the material. You love neuroscience and you don’t regret choosing this major, but after grinding through the first two semesters of your master’s degree it’s taking every ounce of your willpower not to take a gap year. You start thinking about getting drinks with Connie and Jean later and the thought of Connie’s overconfident approach to flirting with girls at the bar makes you smile to yourself. Finally you hear your professor start to wrap up the lecture and you make a beeline for the door.

The walk up the stairs to Connie and Jean’s apartment feels extra long today. Maybe it’s just the mental exhaustion adding to the psychical fatigue. You hang out with Connie so much that he got tired of having to get up to let you in while he’s gaming online with his friend Bertholdt, so he just gave you your own key. You’ve never met Bertholdt since he moved across the country for college with his best friend Reiner, but Connie has told you all about them and how they begged Annie to go with them when they decided to move. You’ve only met Annie a few times, but you have a good sense of her vibe. She’s working on a master’s degree in kinesiology at the same university you attend so you see each other on campus sometimes. She usually seems pretty closed off, but you’ve seen her laughing with her friend Mikasa on campus and it’s like seeing a totally different person.

Once you walk inside the apartment Connie moves over to give you room on the couch and offers to get you a snack, but you’re so behind on your project that you accidentally cut him off to ask if you can use his kitchen table as a desk for a couple hours. You set up your laptop and textbooks and put on your headphones to block out the sounds of disapproval coming from Connie as he plays Overwatch. It felt like an eternity of checking your notes, cross-referencing, and meticulously typing out the appropriate methods when Jean finally walks through the door smiling over at you.

“Hey you.”

You instinctively roll your eyes at him. You know Jean well enough to know that he’s a natural flirt, but you can’t stop the slightest blush from appearing on your cheeks when he directs his flirtatious energy at you. Before you can reply to him Connie blurts out,

“Dude where have you been? I've been getting slaughtered in game without you.” 

“Sorry bro, one of my coworkers had an emergency and I had to cover the last couple of clients he had coming in. You guys wanna go get a drink?”

You immediately close your textbook and push your chair back from the table making Jean laugh.

“That bad huh? First round is on me then.”

“I appreciate it. Sorry you had to work late.”

“Nah it was nothing really. I’m just sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Yeah, you better be.”

Jean pretends he’s hurt by your sarcasm before going to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes. Connie asks if it would be okay if he invites Mikasa and Annie. You see no problem with that, in fact, you get a little excited at the idea of getting to know them both better.

Jean comes back out of his room in joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt with the Vans logo on it. You try to distract yourself from looking at the casual flex of his muscles as he stretches his arms up over his head. Connie decides he’d prefer to walk, so you guys set out for Sina on Tap. You listen to Connie tell Jean all about his plan to find a girlfriend tonight as you hold back the urge to poke fun at him. Once you get inside you see Mikasa and Annie at the bar throwing back a couple of shots and you can’t wait to have one yourself. You know you’ve been in need of a break and a good distraction from school, so you’re hoping you can let loose tonight. Mikasa sees you and the boys and she waves you over to her. Connie gives Annie a little half hug and asks her what they were drinking and then turns to Jean,

“Well Jean, you said first round on you right buddy? That’ll be 3 tequila shots, we’ve gotta catch up to them.”

Jean orders your shots for you and you take it back no problem with a swift bite into the slice of lime on the rim. You feel Annie’s eyes on you and you turn to try and start a conversation with her.

“So what made you want to go into kinesiology?”

“I originally picked it at random cause I thought the pay would be worth it, but at this point I actually find it really interesting. What about you? You’re in neuroscience right?”

“Yeah, I want to work on neurological solutions for hearing loss. I would be devastated if I wasn’t able to listen to music or hear my friend’s voices anymore.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty big goal. That’s cool.”

Annie talked to you for a while longer before Connie challenged her to a match of pool and Mikasa followed them over to the tables. You looked at Jean and joked that Connie pulled two girls instead of his usual zero and he chuckled. You guys just sat and sipped your beers for awhile before Jean asked you,

“So what do you think about Annie?”

“She’s cool, I still don’t really know her, but I feel like we could be friends.”

“Nice. I know that would make Connie happy.”

“I wanted to ask about that, do Connie and Annie have some kind of history? I saw the way he looked at her when we first walked in, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him initiate a hug.”

“Annie and Connie? Nah, no chance. She and Reiner were super close and Connie helped her through her depression after he and Bertholdt moved across the country. I know it was her choice to stay here, but I think it really hurt her to be left behind.”

“Damn, I can imagine so. I’m glad she has Connie then, and based on what I’m seeing right now I’m glad he has her too.”

You and Jean both look back over at the pool table where you see Connie attempting trickshots behind his back. You notice the way Mikasa is watching Annie laugh at Connie’s performance, and with some observation you start to understand their dynamic a little bit. You watch Mikasa’s eyes trail down Annie’s body taking in her tight black jeans and her oversized flannel. You see her eyes flit back up to Annie’s smile in an instant with adoration on her face. You turn back to Jean to confirm your suspicions,

“Are Mikasa and Annie…”

Jean cuts you off,

“Dating? I don’t think so. Mikasa has always seemed protective of Annie even though Annie can absolutely take care of herself. I don’t know if the attraction goes both ways though. I’ve never asked.”

You look back over at the scene unfolding in front of you and realize you’re a bit envious of Annie. You wish you had someone that looked at you with the level of care that Mikasa’s face is conveying. It’s been a couple of years since you’ve let anyone get close to you emotionally. Your mind trails off into thoughts about the last relationship you were in. A relationship that left you feeling like domestic life was a cage. It’s not that you wanted to date tons of people or sleep around, but you felt like you were constantly being told how to live your life and truthfully, your ex had some beliefs about traditional gender norms that became a major turn-off. Jean must have noticed that you were staring off into space cause when you snapped back to the present you heard him ask,

“Were you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught in my brain. What did you say?”

“I was just talking about how it always seemed like Annie had feelings for Reiner, but nevermind about that. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just some memories from the past.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay… you wanna drink about it?”

You laugh at Jean’s successful attempt to bring you back to earth. He flags the bartender over and orders you a couple more beers and another shot. You both throw your shots back with ease and decide to take your beers over to the pool table to join your friends. To everyone’s amusement Annie is showing Connie the right way to attempt a trickshot from behind the back. She sinks the 10 ball in the side pocket and smirks at Connie. Connie shrugs his shoulders trying to appear unimpressed, but you can see the boyish excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth. You watch as Connie and Annie finish their game with Annie easily pocketing all of the stripes in just a few turns. After she sinks the 8 ball she turns to ask who wants to face the winner and Jean jumps at the opportunity. You watch as Annie meticulously reracks the balls and lines up the cue. You notice the rings on her fingers, gemstones wrapped in delicate wire, dainty enough to appear feminine, but drawing enough attention to her hands to feel a bit sensual. You watch her shoot the breaking shot sinking the 3 ball. The raise of her eyebrows conveying careful consideration of what her next move will be. She sinks the 6, 2, and 5 balls before she just slightly misses her shot on the bright-yellow 1 ball. Jean observes the table with a fervent look in his eyes.

“Damn, you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“Why would I? Can’t keep up Kirschtein?”

You giggle in admiration of the confidence rolling off of Annie’s tongue. Jean looks over at you with a shocked look of betrayal on his face. He can be so dramatic when he gets competitive. 

“You’re rooting for her now!? I thought we were friends.”

You roll your eyes at him and smirk at Annie.

“Can’t argue with talent, and from what I’ve seen Annie is the most talented player in the room tonight.”

Annie gives you a shy smile and you can’t tell if it’s the low lighting playing tricks on your eyes or if a light blush really did just spread over her freckled cheeks. You realize it must be the latter when you notice Mikasa glaring at you from behind her beer bottle as she takes a long sip. There’s a fluttering in your stomach that you can’t ignore as you realize the guys are looking back and forth between you and Mikasa trying to assess what just happened. Jean breaks the tension by lining up to take his first shot on the table. He sinks the 11 ball and just barely misses the corner pocket with his following shot. Annie lines up her next shot and makes quick work of the 1, and 4 balls before she asks Connie to grab her another beer from the bar. By the time Connie comes back Jean has managed to sink three shots before missing the fourth. He walks around the edge of the table to where you’re standing and leans into your ear to ask you what the hell you’re thinking by flirting with Annie like that. You tell him you didn’t mean for it to come across flirtatiously. Truthfully though, you have always thought Annie was beautiful. You start mulling over all the times you’ve seen her around campus in her doc martins and her layered crystal necklaces. Always listening to music with her bulky headphones on over her sleek blonde hair pulled back in an effortless bun. You feel a tension pooling inside of you and you don’t dare look over at Annie or Mikasa for fear that they might see your thoughts written on your face. This is the first time you’ve ever consciously considered Annie in this way and you get flustered by the flood of thoughts rushing to your head. Connie’s hand on your shoulder startles you enough to shift your focus and you see that he’s gotten you another beer. You must’ve had at least five beers and two shots by now, and you can feel the warmth coming over your body as the alcohol affects your senses. The game wraps up nicely with Annie sinking the 8 ball as effortlessly as breathing, and Jean and Mikasa make their way to close their tabs at the bar. Jean walks back over to you and Connie to ask if you’re ready to go.

“Yeah I’m ready, you didn’t have to pay the full tab though. I thought you were just buying the first round.”

“It’s no problem. You and Connie can split the next one for me.”

“Deal.”

You say bye to Annie and Mikasa taking note of the tension on Mikasa’s face when you address her. You realize this might become an issue, but the alcohol has caught up to you at this point and you decide to pocket that thought for another time. As you walk back to Connie and Jean’s apartment with them you decide you don’t want to call an uber to take you home, so you ask them if it’s okay if you crash on their couch.

“You know you don’t need to ask us. You’re always welcome at our place,” Connie says lightheartedly.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed at their place overnight. There have been several instances when you haven’t had the energy to drive home after a late night study session, or haven’t wanted to spend the money on an uber. You’re always grateful that the guys let you stay whenever you need to, and you always keep an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack. You walk up the stairs following Connie’s lead and make your way into the apartment. Connie asks you if you’d like to take a shower and offers up his bathroom to you. As much as you would like to feel refreshed before bed you don’t have anything to sleep in except the shirt you’re already wearing.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in if I shower; the only clothes I’ve got in my backpack are jeans and a crop top.”

Jean mocks your unpreparedness and offers you one of his t-shirts for the night. You kindly accept his offer and tell Connie that he can shower first if he wants to. Connie obliges and makes his way down the hall to his room and bathroom. You sit opposite Jean on the couch and he asks you if you want to watch a show while you wait for the shower. He puts on a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and asks if you want anything to drink. While he’s in the kitchen getting you a water bottle your mind starts to linger back on the thought of Annie blushing at your compliment. The thought of her beautiful freckled cheeks blushing just for you forces a sheepish smile to your lips. Before you can catch yourself Jean comes back into the room,

“What are you smiling about?”

“Oh, um, nothing. I think the tequila is making me loopy.”

“Since when are you a lightweight?”

“Since tonight I guess.”

It’s a horrible cover up for your real thoughts, but it’ll do for now. Connie comes back into the living room shortly after and tells you that his bathroom is all yours. You ask Jean to get you one of his t-shirts like he said, and he tells you to go pick one out for yourself. You go into his room and open his closet door to look for the softest shirt you can find. It’s a black shirt with the Guns and Roses logo on it. You walk back into the living room and ask him if that one is okay. He says it’s fine, so you walk down the hall to Connie’s bathroom to take your shower. Once you step in under the hot water you realize how wet you are. You can’t believe the thought of Annie got you this aroused, after all you barely know her. Your hand dances around your clit for a moment while thinking of her. You feel a need growing inside of you and you slowly slip two of your fingers inside your slit hoping you can take care of yourself before going back out into the living room. You move your fingers in and out of yourself at just the right pace and feel the pressure in your body building. You curl your fingers up into the spot that will send you over the edge. You come thinking about Annie’s cute little face underneath your pussy. After riding out your orgasm, you realize you’ve been in the shower longer than need be, so you wash yourself off quickly and hop out of the shower as fast as possible to avoid suspicion. You wrap yourself up in a towel and brush your teeth. You feel the warmth left over from your orgasm in your legs and it makes your pussy start to ache with need. You know you can’t do anything about it since you’ve already been in the bathroom much longer than you should’ve been, so you decide you’ll take care of it once the guys are asleep. You throw on Jean’s t-shirt and pause a moment to take in the distinct smell of him that lingers on it. You’ve never noticed Jean’s natural scent before, but now that you’re enveloped in his t-shirt you can’t help but take it all in. When you walk back into the living room Jean and Connie are both gone. You hear Jean’s shower running and assume Connie went to bed. You see the folded blankets they left for you, and you go to work making the couch into a bed. Once you’ve laid down you realize how warm your body is. You can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol, the arousal, or both. You start to move your hand towards your clit when you hear Jean’s shower turn off. A few minutes later he comes into the living room to ask you if you need anything else for the night. You tell him you’re all set, and he tells you goodnight. Once he closes his door you let your hands wander to your breasts, pinching your nipples and massaging them with greed. One of your hands instinctively travels down to your clit where you start rubbing small circles making yourself squirm underneath your own touch. You inch your fingers further down into the pool of warmth forming between your legs. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. You start fucking your pussy with your fingers, doing your best to suppress a moan as your back arches up from the couch. Your free hand is groping your breasts as you feel yourself spasming around your fingers. You move your free hand to your clit and start rubbing it delicately to avoid overstimulation. Your body is on fire with an aching need as you slam your eyes shut imagining Annie kissing down your body and sucking on your breasts. Your fingers are curling inside you and your body is spasming in response numbing all your senses. You open your eyes and freeze when you see Jean staring at you by his bedroom door, shocked.

chapter 2

[frienderbender]

everyone’s favorite it couple! or at least mine.

don’t know if i’ll be able to draw anything new today (maybe later) but for now i’ll just reshare a bunch of old rikki/nikki stuff and talk about them

so if it’s not obvious, rikki is my favorite character. i’m not gonna get into all the reasons here (though i am more than happy to talk about him any time), and i made nikki for him because he very much felt like a guy who had a super hot offscreen gf/wife. so i can say she did kinda start out as just “rikki kixx’s girlfriend” but she quickly became her own character, as well as someone very central to rikki’s development and characterization.

their presence as a couple was based off of famous celebrity relationships of the 90s and 00s, and i imagine in-universe they were one of those very “it” couples. they were glamorous and rich and sexy; they were THE rockstar/model duo.

aside from appearances though i wanna talk about their actual dynamic. at the risk of sounding cheesy, i wrote their relationship in a very “they complete each other” sort of way. they are in-tune with each other’s needs. it’s a relationship built on mutual respect and love for the other. rikki needs someone who is pragmatic and can keep him grounded while not being a stick in the mud. someone who is just as fun-loving and ready to party but will also make sure he gets up and works the next day. nikki, being this person, needs someone who will allow her to be more open and will happily and genuinely love her true self rather than the persona she puts out for the general public. they’re loyal and possessive of each other; they are both so madly in love and will do anything to give the other what they need. they enjoy each other’s strengths and can understand each other’s weaknesses. 

but enough of that. what about the lore?? what’s the rikki/nikki lore??? well. there’s a lot. i can link certain posts or you can just ask me more specifics if you really wanna know (or just ask me anything about either of them i will talk your fucking ear off). BUT i can give the sparknotes version:

it was around 1994. rikki and his band, symbol of chaos, were at a popular LA nightclub doing the usual rockstar stuff: drinking and smoking and being generally loud. rikki got up to order more booze when he saw a woman sitting at the bar by herself. she’d turned around in her chair to look out at the club, and when rikki saw her face…it was love at first sight. being the overconfident twenty-something he was, he sauntered over to her. he smiled and opened with “my friends and i were just on MTV.” to which she smirked and replied “i don’t watch TV.” and from that moment on rikki knew she was The One. 

they ended up spending the rest of the night flirting and talking and when they got kicked out at like 4AM they went back to rikki’s car and fooled around. she wrote her number on his arm in lipstick, and he called her immediately the next day. so like, a couple of hours later. anyway they go on some real dates and then make it official and the rest is history!!!! 

there’s so much more and we haven’t even touched on things like my AUs or their kids but i’ll save that for another time. i’ve talked long enough. if you read all this then uhhh thank you. i love you.

[kinkyjaems]

7 Minutes with Nomin

Nomin Smut

Word count: 2.4K

Jaemin and Jeno x fem!reader

Includes: Smut, threesome

“You should wear this skirt” Your best friend Giselle hands you a short plaid skirt. You hold it in your hands until you decide you should wear it.

Mark and a couple of friends are having a party in their shared house and you and Giselle were invited. You were a bit nervous though. The thought of seeing Jaemin and Jeno made your heart bounce.

Lee Jeno, the sweet and most kind-hearted boy you know. He wouldnt hurt a fly. The way his eyes looked when he smiled, how got shy very easily, a little quiet and the cutest little beauty mark on his cheekbone made you smile without knowing.

Na Jaemin, the most confident person you’d ever met. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind. He knows he’s attractive. The way he pushes his hair back with his tongue poking his cheek. He can sometimes be a cute weirdo but just him looking at you is enough to make you swoon.

The only problem right now is that they both like you. Of course, Jaemin makes it more obvious by holding you, bringing his lips so close as if he’s about to kiss you but then quickly pulling back. And Jeno, sending you cute messages throughout the day like “I went out today to eat but I wish you were with me :(“ and “I walked past a flower shop and saw some roses that were as beautiful as you”. If one were to ask you out, you wouldn’t know what to do. You did wanna break the other heart and ruin your friendship.

“You okay?” Giselle looked at you a bit worried, seeing the way you were lost in thought. “Yeah, I’m fine” you replied with a small smile. “Okay well, let's go party!” She dragged you out of the house and into a taxi.

The whole taxi ride was torture. You couldn’t stop thinking about what could happen. You can never really expect what happens at a party. You hookup, you drink until you were knocked out, you get sick all over the house.. so many thoughts were making their way into your brain as you got closer to the house.

You ring the doorbell and way welcomed my Mark giving you a huge hug. “Hey guys, so glad you could make it. You can have a seat over here if you want, drinks are over there and the food right next to them..” As Mark was showing you the whereabouts, his words started to go through your ear and out the other side and you see Jaemin by the drinks table staring at you up and down while sipping on his red solo cup. Suddenly another man starts walking towards Jaemin looking down at his phone. He looks up at you and you see it's Jeno. He gives you one of his cute close eyed smiles and waves at you. You wave as a soft smile appears on your face at home cute he looks.

“All good?” You hear Mark say as he brings you back to reality. “All good” Giselle says with a thumbs up and you just nod. You and Giselle walk over to the couch and you sit down. “I'm gonna go bring us some drink, ill be right back” You wanted her to stay with you since you weren’t a big fan of parties and din tiles being alone, but you also wanted to go with her but quickly change your mind since you were nervous about being around Jaemin and Jeno.

You start to scroll through your phone not knowing what else to do until you see a pair of shoes in front of you thinking it's Giselle. You look up and to your surprise it's Jaemin. “Hey,” he said as he looks at you and you greet him back. He goes to sit next to you as you hear another familiar voice. “Do you want a drink?” Jeno says with his eyebrows raised. “Giselles already getting me one, thank you” you smile.

Giselle comes back with your drink and you all got into a conversation with some flirting going around from overconfident Jaemin and shy Jeno.

“Ayo, listen up” Mark announces from the middle of the room. “Let's play some games, starting with 7 minutes in heaven” he smirks. The whole room looked excited to join in the circle except for you. You didn't know many people at the party and didn't wanna have sex with someone you didn't know. “I think I'm gonna sit this one out,” You say to Giselle. “Come on” she pulls your arm “Let's have some fun”. You both sit down on the floor next to each other and Mark puts a beer bottle in the center. “Alright, I'm gonna spin the bottle and whichever two people it lands on will spend 7 minutes in heaven”.

He spins the bottle and your heartaches as you get more anxious. You thought that whoever is in front of you is most likely to be paired with you if you were picked. You saw both Jaemin and Jeno in front of you. Jaemin who’s looking at you in a seductive way and Jeno who’s staring at the bottle, eagerly waiting for it to stop.

The bottle gets slower until it stops. You look at it in disbelief as it's pointing right at you, already knowing who you could be paired up with. You slowly look up at the boys looking at each other and back at you. The whole room is filled with whispers. “Looks like we have a tie” you hear Mark say. The bottle is pointy right in between them.

“Who will it be?” He asks you. You try to speak but you're unable to get the words out. “Why can’t she just take them both” You look to your right and see Johnny. You’ve never wanted to hit a guy so hard on his pretty face. “DUDE! YOUR A GENIUS” Mark replies. You see Jaemin and Jeno stand up and start to lead you up the stairs as people start cheering and you get so embarrassed and red.

As they lead you to an unoccupied room, you can help but think about what was gonna happen next. Are you actually gonna have a threesome? Will one of them end up leaving? Will you be the one to leave? You finally arrive at the room. “Were here princess” Jaemin whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You take a seat on the front edge of the bed, not knowing what to do or say. “Are you nervous” He bend down in front of you, taking your hand in his and smirking up at you. Before you get to talk, you feel a warm breath against your ear. “Don’t be, angel, we’ll take good care of you” Jeno whispered, lightly nibbling on your ear lobe. So you’re really gonna do this, aren’t you?

The thought of them fucking you at the same time was hot but you didn’t want this stupid game to ruin your friendship.

Jaemin was staring at you in the eyes and slowly leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He broke the kiss to look at you for consent to do more, and you lean in. Jeno goes at your next softly, placing wet kisses up and down until he snaked his hands down to your core and traces small circles around it. You moan into Jaemins kiss and you feel him smiling against you.

“Does that feels good?” He asks, and let out a breathy yes as you break from Jaemins kiss and rest your head on Jenos shoulder. Jaemin also starts placing wet kisses on your neck and lightly sucking on randoms patches of skin. They both stop and bring you farther up the bed so they have more room around you.

Jeno hovers on top of you until he crashes his lips onto yours aggressively, sticking his tongue into every corner of your mouth, not leaving one spot untouched. His hands find their way under your shirt touching you all over until he places them on your hips. He tugs on it asking you for permission to take it off you allow him, bringing it over your head and his along with it.

He breaks away to look at your body and dives back in giving you a kiss from your chest down until he reaches your skirt, pulling it up so your panties are exposed. He then quickly removes both articles of clothing. “Fuck, you already wet” He huffs.

“7 minutes might be a little too short to destroy you” You look at Jaemin who’s palming himself next to you. He saw you quickly look at his bulge and smirks before leaning closer to you. “You want us bad don’t you” He whispers into your ear. “You want us to fuck you so hard you won’t be walking for days”

Jaemin starts kissing and sucking hard at your neck while Jeno teases you by licking your core. Quiet moans leave your lips from all the small pleasure you were receiving from both men. You entangle your fingers in his hair wanting more.

Unexpectedly Jeno pushes deep indie of you to make your back arch in pleasure. His whole length rammed inside of you so perfectly as you looked at him seeing a small smirk crept on his face. He knows he’s big.

You start moaning uncontrollably from Jeno hitting the spot with every thrust. Jaemin who’s now stroking himself removes your bra with his free hand and attaches his pink lips to your nipples. Sucking them and tracing small circles with his tongue, using his free left hand to masses and play with the other one.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and lip-smacking on your breasts. Jeno starts to get impatient and tell Jeno to fuck you doggy style so he can fuck your mouth at the same time.

Having to switch positions messed up the pleasure you were getting from Jeno but he was quick with his ways and managed to get back on track. You watch Jaemin as he removes his pants and boxers, waving his dick in front of your face.

Your unable to grab it with your hands from Jenos thrusting, with your hands being your only support so you won’t collapse. You try to move your mouth forward but Jaemin stops you. He lips your chin up to look at him“Don’t get too greedy” he says, placing his tip on your tongue. “Can you deep throat?” He says softly. Even though Jaemin is a confident guy who knows he hot, he has his soft moments too. “Angel, let me know if it hurts or you want to stop okay?” You nod and he moves his cock into your mouth, starting off slow, going faster making sure you adjust.

Surprisingly Jaemin was a lot softer than Jeno who rammed into you without warning. Not that you didn’t like that or anything but it would be nice to know.

You manage to deep throat without gagging while trying to use one hand to massage his balls. You hear moth males moan in sync. “Jeno,��� You say in a muffled voice from Jaemins length. He understands your close and takes this as an opportunity to go faster. “Say my name, Princess” Jeno says. You moan his name, again it was tough trying to talk while having someone's cock shoved down your throat.

You finally come as a wave of pleasure leaves your body. “Fuck” You hear Jeno say. His thrusts become sloppier as he finally comes in you, letting it drip down. He massages your clit with his finger, using both your juices as some type of lube.

Jaemin's thrust into your mouth becomes slower and slower until he comes, filling your mouth up with his warm insides. You try to swallow it all with some leakage at the side of your mouth. He flashes a wide smile at the sight of you. Jeno comes over to help your out by kissing you passionately and cleaning you up with his tongue.

They both sit ups straight and look at you with curiosity. “What?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Who are you picking?” Jeno replies. Your eyes widen in shock. “WHAT?!” You shout ‘what do you mean who do I pick?”. You were so confused. Did they just fuck you and expect you to chose? Of course not, you could never do that.

“He means which one of us will you date?” Your jaw drops open. “Was this planned or something?” You're really hoping your not gonna get the answer you were thinking of. “It kind of went better than we thought” Jeno starts. “We asked Mark if he could announce the game sat in front of you to get picked with you. We also made sure the circle would be big so the bottle has a higher chance of landing in between two people which was us an-”

Before Jaemin could finish. You hop off the bed and grab your clothes making sure to clean yourself up. “No wait,” Jeno says as he pulls your arm lightly. “We just both like you and thought this was a good way to decide. “You think the best way was for to see who I liked better in bed?” They were both silent. You shook your head in disapproval. “I'm not picking between you too” You walk towards the door but before you could turn the knob, you hear Jaemin say something.

“So you’ll just have to have us both them” You look at him thinking about it at first. Honestly, you didn't mind having them both at the same time. “I guess ill just have to have you both then,” You say with a smile, leaving them both with their jaws hanging.

You walk down the party fixing your hair trying not to look like you just woke from a 1,000 year nap. You find Giselle who’s passed out on the couch and go to grab her. “Hey,” she says as she opens her eyes. “I'm so-“ She leans on you as she passes out. You drag her to the front door getting ready to leave. “You're leaving already” You look around to see Mark. “Yes, and I really don’t appreciate you helping out Jaemin and Jeno to get a chance to fuck me” his eyes widen. “Look it wasn’t my ide-“ You flick him on the forehead before heading out to a taxi and driving back to your place.

The whole car ride back home, you couldn’t help but think about how they could be if the time wasn’t so short. Maybe an all night experience for next time.

PLEASE TELL ME IF U WANT ME TO MAKE A PART 2. Im really tempted to make one but I want your thoughts so please let me know! :)

[shihalyfie]

A guide to the 02 kids’ personalities and overall demeanors

I’ve already covered the deeper details of each 02 kid’s character arc and development throughout the series, but I figured I might dedicate a more specific post about the complexities of their outer personalities, and their behavior patterns on a day-to-day basis. 02 is the kind of series that doesn’t really spell out what the characters tend to do or don’t tend to do, or what boundaries they will and won’t cross, which means it can be a bit of a challenging task to track their behavior over fifty episodes and figure out the patterns. Fortunately, these characters are written remarkably consistently over said episodes, so we have a lot to work with!

Disclaimer before we continue: In general, all of my 02-based meta is specifically written for the Japanese version in mind, but this especially applies to this one, because the majority of the nuances of the demeanor and personality traits described below were not retained in the American English dub at all (please see this post for more detail). As a result, please understand that if you’re working from the perspective of having only seen that dub, and the contents of the below post sound completely different, that would be why.

Daisuke and V-mon

Believe it or not, I would say that Daisuke is actually the most difficult to nail the nuances of out of this entire cast. This is probably a really weird thing to hear when the usual fandom mantra is that he’s “flat” or “lacking in development”, but I think the deceptive part is that while he’s simple-minded and himself doesn’t think in complex terms, analyzing his behavior as a whole and how he approaches things actually involves a lot of very delicate balances, and getting that exactly right can be very easy to mess up. Daisuke’s not a rude jerk who looks down on anyone, not in the slightest -- but he’s also not a saint who can do no wrong, either!

I think the easiest analogy (which I’ve brought up several times on this blog already) is that Daisuke is like a puppy, but not just any puppy -- a tiny puppy that barks very loudly at anything it perceives as threatening (regardless of whether it’s actually threatening), makes its feelings very clear with obvious likes and dislikes, and can do some phenomenally stupid things in a bid to please others, but in the end means no malice and only wants you to be happy.

This is to the point where I’m just going to have to bullet-point this, because there’s so much going on at once:

Excessively emotional: One of Daisuke’s earliest profiles refers to him as having “an excessively large range of human emotions”, and really, a lot of the humor surrounding him has to do with the fact he has incredibly dramatic, overblown reactions to nearly everything around him. So if he gets a little annoyed or suspicious of people making fun of him, he tends to get really dramatic about being upset, and when he experiences only a minor setback, he acts like it’s the end of the world, and when he’s emotionally hurt, he sometimes even gets set on the verge of crying (you can especially hear this in Kiuchi Reiko’s delivery). Even Daisuke himself doesn’t tend to get caught up in it for too long and gets over things surprisingly quickly, so you can take it as him just constantly being too wrapped up in the mood -- but when it really is a serious situation, he gets truly emotionally invested in it, too.

Too easy to read: Because Daisuke wears his heart on his sleeve and is dramatic about everything, he’s awful at hiding anything. Any attempt at trickery or trying to disguise his intentions quickly blows up in his face because he’s too simple-minded and too transparent.

Not malicious: Daisuke only ever lashes out or gets angry at others when he thinks others are doing something he disapproves of, or when he thinks he’s being attacked; he’s very warm and kind to everyone otherwise (even in the earliest parts of the series, when he’s at his roughest, you might notice he’s very soft around Chibimon, as if understanding that his partner is now in a very small and delicate form and needs to be treated accordingly). In other words, Daisuke is very quick to get defensive, but he has no malice or reason to be condescending towards anyone otherwise, and he’s perfectly friendly with people even when they’d provoked him earlier (because he doesn’t really hold grudges). He doesn’t attack people without reason; even when he voices dissent against what someone is doing, he very rarely, if ever, insults a person or their character directly. Even when he’s trying to state his opinions (such as when he bids for the others to accept Ken), he never forces them down others’ throats and accepts that they disagree with him, even if he’s clearly not happy with their disagreement.

Easily critical and suspicious: Daisuke is a very bluntly straightforward and honest person, and he seems to get most set off by people who act suspicious; note how his early-series outbursts towards Takeru tend to be when Takeru’s acting evasive, and in Hurricane Touchdown, he catches onto Wallace’s shady behavior even before he starts flirting with Miyako (Daisuke’s own method of trying to seem attractive to others involves just “doing something cool and hoping it’ll impress others”, so he seems to dislike the concept of flirting as a whole). Because of that, he catches easily onto “things looking off”, so he tends to call it out (even if sometimes he’s overdoing it and there isn’t actually anything significant to be upset about).

Supportive and adoring of others: Other than the moments when he gets set off, fundamentally speaking, Daisuke likes other people, is perfectly willing to acknowledge them or heap praise on them when they do something awesome, and generally cares for their well-being. He’s easily defers to others when he understands they’re better than him at something, and he even has a decently realistic scope of his limits (see how he’s perfectly aware he’s likely to lose the soccer game in 02 episode 8, and figures he might as well enjoy the experience). This is even taken to its logical conclusion in the Kizuna drama CD when he “credits” his friends for giving him amazing and insightful advice when all of it was actually pretty ordinary stuff they’d done offhandedly. It also means that, given his penchant for getting emotionally invested in everything, he has a huge emotional stake in making sure his friends are doing okay, and supports them accordingly.

Deferential to seniors/elders: Tying into the above, you may notice that Daisuke takes a properly respectful and soft tone towards his elders and seniors in nearly all occasions, even to the point of occasionally using proper polite-form language around them. All things considered, Daisuke is a pretty well-behaved kid.

Constantly getting strung around: As much as Daisuke looks like he’s aggressive, in actuality, it’s very easy to get him to back down if you argue against him strongly enough, and since he has such a “the heck is that?!” attitude all of the time, you can see him constantly getting strung around and at the mercy of things happening around him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have enough will to put his foot down when it becomes a really important subject (especially in the second half of the series), but it’s very often when he’ll be talked down by others around him and shrink with an “oh...okay...” In fact, this is why a lot of his actions aren’t nearly as reckless as they might be otherwise; as much as he’s a bit hot-headed and likes to lead the attack, he also has a sense of self-preservation and intimidation when things look a bit too dangerous, and will only push forward in such a case when there’s something he really believes in at the other side of it.

Lacking in self-awareness and insecure as a result: While Daisuke doesn’t have any signs of persistent self-hatred (on the contrary, there are times he arguably comes off as overconfident), it also seems that he has practically zero awareness of how he himself is doing -- which means that he ends up rolling over like an idiot trying to get others’ approval and trying to impress them, even when it’d be clear to anyone else that he already has that approval. This also likely ties into the fact that he’s perfectly capable of acknowledging others’ accomplishments and skills (see above), so you might even think that the problem isn’t so much that he thinks he’s bad as much as he keeps comparing himself to people he perceives as being that much more awesome. (Perhaps symbolic of this, he apparently has a complex over being shorter than Takeru and Ken, despite the fact that he seems to be of perfectly average height for a kid his age.) It seems that his only bar for how he’s doing is dependent on everyone’s reactions around him, hence why his ridiculous antics are significantly less pronounced when he has proper emotional support and friends to keep him in check. It’s also important to consider that this applies to his apparent crush on Hikari as well; his crush mainly manifests in wanting her approval very badly, and it’s mostly visible in terms of him losing a ton of brain cells in her presence and bending over backwards to please her or impress her. He never actually says in words that he’s interested in her, nor does he ever show signs of intending to seriously ask her out, so it’s something that’s only apparent because of this behavior, and it’s very likely he hasn’t even seriously thought through what would happen if she actually accepted him in return. You can basically see this as an extreme version of the way Daisuke tries to get approval from everyone else, and this trait of his noticeably dies down whenever there’s more important things at hand, or when he seems to be in the midst of getting proper validation from those around him.

Simple-minded and pragmatic: What’s usually referred to as Daisuke being an “idiot” comes from the fact he doesn’t play well with complex thinking, tends to settle for very simple explanations or answers, and more thoughtful types like Ken or Iori will often have to fill that part in for him. However, because Daisuke is so simple-minded, he’s sometimes the most pragmatic person in the group, because he doesn’t overthink things or get principles of theory caught up into everything. So if Ken is clearly not showing any indication of doing bad things anymore and is actively working to help, Daisuke believes he should be allowed to help regardless of what he’d done in the past, and if they’re dealing with the situation of potentially having to kill a living enemy, Daisuke points out that hesitation would have resulted in even more casualties. In essence, in a situation where everyone’s running mental loop-de-loops, Daisuke will usually be the first one to snap them all out of it and go “uh? Guys?” Moreover, this trait of his makes him very good at spotting glaring threads or asking questions about the elephant in the room, because since he works best with things that are right in front of him, he can’t not notice it.

Enjoys the little things: Because Daisuke is so simple-minded, it’s very easy to please him (this is why his chosen career path is something as simple as ramen making). Daisuke likes his friends, and appreciates even simple things around him, so he’s happy with even simple pieces of happiness -- hence, why he’s fine with potentially losing the soccer game in 02 episode 8, because he’s ready to simply just savor the experience of getting to play against a respectable and formidable opponent.

Note that the main reason Daisuke never seems to bring up any of these issues with himself within the series proper is simply that he doesn’t seem to be aware of them -- he’s too simple-minded to understand what’s going on with his own behavior in depth, and hence, this is how he can say he’s not worried about too much by the time of 02′s finale, especially since by that point he has a proper support group that’s already helping him deal with most of his issues anyway.

Daisuke also has the roughest speech pattern out of any of the 02 group (similar to Taichi and Yamato in Adventure); he has a tendency to shorten words a lot and use “rough” variants of words (for example “-nee” instead of “-nai”).

Mischievous, friendly, and playful, V-mon is pointed out even by official sources to be much like his partner (far more so than usual), and it’s likely a byproduct of the fact that Daisuke himself is very honest and straightforward about his emotions and thoughts, and so since he has nothing to hide, V-mon is pretty much exactly like him -- with the major difference being that he’s a little more outwardly friendly and less likely to lash out angrily. So he’s effectively Daisuke without that very thin abrasive exterior, and because both of them are so like-minded and friendly, they get along extremely well (albeit with quite a bit of comfortable bantering on the way there).

Ken and Wormmon

Ken is the more intellectual type that Daisuke isn’t, and even after his stint as the Kaiser, it’s clear that he’s still quite studious and naturally interested in studying things. Looking closely at his style of dress and way of carrying himself (note how he lays down his chopsticks in 02 episode 36) indicates he’s also a rather tidy person in general. Being someone who’s capable of thinking things thoroughly, this makes him able to have a lot of deep insight into both intellectual and emotional issues, but because he takes things too seriously sometimes, he can sometimes come off as a bit overly stickler or insistent (note Daisuke and Ken’s Shopping Carol, where he subjects Daisuke to a long-winded lecture about the history of Christmas, because, really, he’s a nerd), or lead himself down the wrong direction when he’s having a hard time being straightforward (such as when he comes up with some very flimsy theories about why Jogress might be dangerous in 02 episode 28).

In fact, Ken’s disposition could be considered to be the opposite of Daisuke’s in many ways; while Ken is much softer and more conciliatory on the surface, he’s actually much more assertive and strong-willed by default, and it’s made clear that, even after his reformation from the Kaiser persona, he could still be vicious if he wanted to, he just doesn’t enjoy it because he doesn’t like it and it goes against his belief system (note that he even offered to "dirty his own hands" in lieu of the other kids if push came to shove and Archnemon had to be killed in 02 episode 29, even though he clearly wasn't enthusiastic about the idea). In fact, he has a very strong sense of responsibility and believes heavily in making up for what he’s done -- recall that 02 episodes 26 and 49 involved snapping him out of it by reminding him that there were things that needed to be done, and that he himself still had many things he wanted to do that wouldn’t be addressed if he’d stayed fixated on his past. Thus, Ken doesn’t deny nor avoid anything he’d done, and he isn’t even all that prone to self-pity -- it’s just that his tendency to put too much responsibility on himself means that he also takes a while to accept everyone’s support, too, because he doesn’t like the idea of putting burdens on others.

Because Ken is actually one of the more straightforward people in this group and a fairly honest person (at least, as long as he’s not lying to himself), he might hold himself back a little bit in order to not be rude, but he doesn’t do it nearly to the same degree Takeru or Hikari would and is much more willing to speak his mind when he has an opinion he wants to voice or needs to sort out his thoughts on something. Conversely, he’s not nearly as cold as Iori can get when criticizing things (he’ll certainly be firm, but not as incisive). Most post-02 materials also indicate that he’s not above being a tease or even a little mischievous (see Armor Evolution to the Unknown, Diablomon Strikes Back, Daisuke and Ken’s Shopping Carol).

Ken uses a speech pattern that’s slightly more casual than Takeru’s, but not nearly as rough as Daisuke’s. While anime will often have speech patterns substantially change between different personas of a character, other than Park Romi’s delivery of a more condescending tone for the Kaiser and a significantly softer one for Ken, nothing about his speech pattern is substantially different between the two personas (not even the first-person pronoun), indicating that, in the end, they’re really the same person after all, just manifesting the same personality traits in different ways.

Wormmon is affectionate and clingy, unfailingly loyal to Ken, and his biggest advocate during a time when Ken is trying to relearn how to love and accept himself -- meaning that he ends up very important to providing Ken the initial support he needed before Ken allowed other friends into his life. Wormmon isn’t all nothing but clinginess, though -- he has some insight about the weight of his experiences when prompted (02 episode 46), and in fact is more than capable of calling out Ken’s behavior when he’s being unreasonable or throwing himself into denial (see 02 episodes 27, 30, and 49).

Miyako and Hawkmon

Miyako approaches everything she likes with an attitude that makes her come off as constantly having bubbles and hearts around her. When she likes something, she says so. When she doesn’t like something, she says so (and she will go off when she’s on a roll; see 02 episode 14). In fact, part of the reason she so infamously voices her opinion on people being cute is, quite simply, that it’s her honest opinion. (Note that she never actually tries to ask them out or anything -- she just wants to make it very clear that they’re attractive.)

For the most part, she adores the people around her, and, like the others in the 02 group, she’s perfectly respectful towards elders.  She also loves poking her nose in others’ business and trying to be as helpful as possible, which is good in that she ends up being a huge help to others, but also not good in that sometimes she overdoes it a bit (when Hikari calls her out for being a “handful” in 02 episode 31, the word she uses is one that literally means "a little too overly involved in others' business").

Miyako is the one who gets everyone up in high spirits by being cheerful, and whose cheer rubs off on everyone else around her (see her cheerfully leading the charge into the Digital World with her “Digital Gate, open! Chosen Children, let’s roll!” catchphrase). This is something the rest of the group catches onto very quickly, asking her to supply the “usual cheer”, and the later episodes of the series especially drive home the fact that her presence and antics bring happiness to those around her.

Miyako has a similar “chaotic, sloppy, and straightforward” demeanor to Daisuke, but there are some key differences. Unlike Daisuke, who’s bluntly honest about his opinions mainly because he doesn’t really hide things in general, Miyako’s opinions will be out of her mouth before she can control it. In other words, she has a nasty case of foot-in-mouth syndrome. In addition, while Daisuke tends to have a very thin skin and lashes out defensively out of instinct, Miyako takes things much more at face value and doesn’t blow a fuse nearly as easily, but because she’s significantly more assertive and aggressive, she’s much more prone to doing what she wants on her own whims instead of backing down to anyone. In fact, Miyako is significantly more emotionally sensitive in the long run, so while Daisuke tends to blow a fuse more easily, he’s also able to shrug it off and move on more quickly, whereas Miyako has a thicker skin, but when she does take emotional pain, she takes it much more deeply and harshly. She also tends to get overwhelmed easily by stress and panic, which makes her one of the more prone to running around in circles and doing frantic things in the midst of it.

One thing you might notice about Miyako is that she’s actually more critical of herself than anyone else in the group is; most of the time they act with mild exasperation at her antics but don’t tend to criticize her directly, whereas Miyako is very��aware of her own shortcomings and is constantly either criticizing herself or comparing herself negatively to others (see: 02 episodes 10, 14, 18, and 31 especially). If she slips up and does something that stepped on someone else’s toes, it doesn’t take her long to realize that she’s messed up and want to do better. So while she generally tends to act the most in-your-face and aggressive, she also doesn’t necessarily want to be this way, and suffers from self-confidence issues and a poor opinion of herself.

Miyako uses a feminine speech pattern that’s a bit more casual than Hikari’s (she noticeably is willing to use the word anta for “you”, which has a bit of a connotation of being abrupt and in-your-face, especially with Daisuke). She’s also the most likely to physically manhandle things, both in the affectionate (hugging people) and aggressive (grabbing things and jumping on them in order to attack) senses.

Hawkmon is repeatedly referred to as being like Miyako’s “knight”, since he has absolute loyalty to her (in spite of her ridiculous antics often meaning he gets strung around by her) and is effectively in charge of minding her so she doesn’t get too out of control. While his overly polite and gentlemanly demeanor initially seems like a sharp contrast to Miyako’s aggressive and messy personality, you might also notice that, at their cores, the two aren’t all that different -- both are unfailingly loyal to others, and both also have a penchant for dramatic theatrics and being a bit overly proud of themselves.

Iori and Armadimon

The key thing to know about Iori is that he’s not stoic because he’s not feeling fervent emotions, but rather because he’s constantly holding them back (this is especially apparent if you look carefully at his facial expressions and Urawa Megumi’s delivery, where you can tell his facade is often “slipping” even when his words would indicate otherwise). Since Iori is trying to live by the ideal of being a model citizen, especially under the very formal environment he was raised in, he comes off as mature for his age, but it’s very important to not forget that, underneath all that, he’s still an impressionable nine-year-old child with the wide range of emotions and immaturity of one, and when he does emotionally fall apart, everything tends to burst out (see 02 episodes 16, 44, 47, 50). In addition, Iori is never condescending about the fact he usually acts more mature than the others; the impression is that he’s much more strict with himself than he is with others, and in fact still does look up to his elders in the 02 group even when they’re obviously a lot messier than he is.

The “need to be a model citizen” is something looming over Iori’s head at almost every moment, and it’s the easiest way to understand the way he acts in a nutshell. Iori is focused on the idea of “becoming a proper adult”, which means that he’s adhering to all of these principles because he feels they’re necessary to live a proper and honest life as per the formal manners that his family background trained him into. But like a young child who insists “you have to do this because those are the rules!” all of the time, Iori is over-applying all of this, and even his own grandfather advises him that he really needs to chill (02 episodes 5, 24). In short, he struggles with thinking flexibly and understanding that life isn’t all that clear-cut, because he’s a young child. Since he also tends to bring out these things in relation to “what my father would do/say”, it’s implied that he’s basing all of this off of having only hearsay to work off of in regards to what his father was actually like, to the point of aspiring to an impossible, saintlike version of him he’d created in his head.

Note that Iori’s “rules” have less to do with institutional rules (that would be more of a Jou thing) and more to do with self-imposed personal rules; for instance, he doesn’t mind sneaking into school during a holiday when it’s obviously not hurting anyone (02 episode 6), but he struggles with things like wasting food (02 episode 3) or not formally introducing himself to an elder (02 episode 5). So in other words, his adherence to principles has heavily to do with “the right and proper way to live” more than anything, and what he believes is the right thing to do in a given situation.

Iori’s journey in 02 is largely fueled by the fact that, as an inheritor of sorts of the Crest of Knowledge, he has a sense of “I want to know and understand more” whenever he sees something that makes him curious, but unlike Koushirou’s desire to learn more about the world around him in terms of its technical workings, Iori mainly wants to know more about people. The reason he begins to let go of his inflexible mindset is that he has the humility to understand that he still has a lot more to learn and understand, and when he sees behavior from others that doesn’t make sense, he does his best to learn more about it -- hence how his aggressive probing into learning more about Takeru allows them to reach an understanding and eventual Jogress, and how he’s able to eventually reassess his own view of human morality and emotions.

Iori sticks out in that he almost always uses the formal variant of Japanese in most situations (nobody else in the 02 group does this). However, formal in this situation doesn’t necessarily mean polite; Iori doesn’t believe in flattery and will bluntly state his opinion in said formal tone, and will be very cold towards something he sufficiently disapproves of or doesn’t have any respect for, which can make him even come off as passive-aggressive at times. (Noticeably, while he still asserts his own opinion, he does refrain from criticizing the others in the 02 group too much, presumably because he respects and looks up to them a lot as his elders, regardless of how chaotic they can sometimes get.) In addition, because a lot of his demeanor comes from him restraining himself, when his emotions are sufficiently pushed over the edge, he loses grip on the polite form and starts “lapsing” back into the casual one.

Because Iori was so young during 02, and because the events of its story ended up really upending his view of the world, the huge eight-year gap between 02 and Kizuna makes it difficult to predict certain things about his demeanor at the time of Kizuna (especially since his own voice actor commented on the difficulty of conveying the nuances of Iori’s character, thanks to only being able to work with the limited time frame of a movie that doesn’t put him in the kinds of emotionally drastic situations that push him to his limit). That said, everything we’ve seen of him in the movie itself and the drama CD makes reasonable sense; now that he’s much older, he comes off as having much better restraint on his emotions and coming off as genuinely calm, but he’s still not one for flattery, and you can still see very minor slips in his facade every so often.

Armadimon also initially seems like a sharp contrast to Iori in terms of demeanor, in that he’s much more casual and laid-back, and he’s indeed a huge factor in reminding Iori to chill once in a while -- but, much like Iori, he prods and asks questions about anything he’s curious about. This initially seems to be out of simple-mindedness because, being a Digimon, he doesn’t understand human society that well, but his very basic questions often end up snapping Iori back to reality in realizing that he’s getting hung up on things that don’t actually make practical sense. Urawa also felt that Armadimon fills in some of the void that Iori’s late father left behind, in that he provides Iori with unconditional love and helps guide him.

Takeru and Patamon

Takeru is the kind of person who seems to dislike major disruptions to the status quo, so he doesn’t say anything inflammatory that’ll rock the boat. It’s very difficult to get him to talk about serious topics related to his deeper personal feelings (02 episode 17, 35, Spring 2003), and even when it’s clear he might have more misgivings on the situation, unless it’s an urgent situation where it needs to be brought up, he won’t voice his misgivings too clearly for the sake of not causing trouble (hence why Daisuke is so unsure what to make of him in the early episodes of the series, because Takeru constantly fails to clarify his own position in favor of a “good for you” or “sure, you keep believing that if you want” attitude). This also makes him the most likely to awkwardly change the subject or try to distract with small talk, and it means that, even when he’s saying cheerful, pleasant things, it’s very likely there’s pain or uncertainty under that initial facade. (Note that while his suspicions of Ken during 02 episodes 25 and 27 aren't nearly as vicious as Iori's turn out to be, we learn that he's still willing to quietly accuse Ken of working for his own self-satisfaction in the latter episode, but he never brings this up to anyone but himself.)

Because Takeru isn’t  necessarily doing this to be consciously dishonest, it does mean that he also has positive applications of this tendency to take everything in stride and keep the peace, because he ends up keeping the more extreme personalities in the rest of the group in line and acts as an effective mediator. You could say that he has a pretty high amount of tolerance and a capacity for taking everyone’s points of view in mind. However, since it’s also very difficult to tell what he himself is thinking, his use of this as a poor coping mechanism for his personal trauma leads to a tendency for him to suddenly explode in a mess of emotions whenever something gets too personal, leading to sudden conflict, and with others at a loss in terms of how to deal with him (the most extreme example being 02 episode 19, but also present in 13, 11, and 34). This “two-sidedness” is why it ends up having to be the more consciously methodical Iori who steps up to try and understand him better as his Jogress partner.

Fortunately, Takeru shows signs of becoming more straightforward in the aftermath, although you can see that he still has a penchant for mild flattery and “trying to hold back for the sake of not being rude” all the way up to Kizuna (but, again, this can’t be said to necessarily be a bad thing when it means he has a valuable skill as a mediator).

Takeru has a fairly neutral speech pattern that comes off as casual but not too aggressive or assertive (not as absurdly polite as Iori’s, but slightly less assertive than Ken’s).

Patamon initially still seems to be “immature” in the same way he was in Adventure, which initially seems to widen the gap in personality between him and Takeru, but looking closer reveals that the differences aren’t as big as they seem; Patamon seems to have gained a capability for slyness and active trolling behind his playfulness (see 02 episode 7), not entirely like Takeru starting to use his evasiveness in a teasing-like manner. Moreover, Patamon does actually seem to have gained a bit of proper maturity in the meantime; see how he instructs the Baby Digimon on convenience store food in 02 episode 3, and in general seems much more willing to take independent action in ways he didn’t always in Adventure. Noticeably, Takeru’s difficulty with his own convoluted feelings means that he can’t even have a proper heart-to-heart with him about it on the situation (most glaring in 02 episode 34, where it’s implied that Takeru would rather leave Patamon to be happy right now instead of bothering him about it), especially because he’s clearly having difficulty even working it out with himself. However, despite their ostensible differences in mentality, Takeru and Patamon have no difficulty getting along at all in 02, and, other than Takeru pampering Patamon a bit, there isn’t all that strong of an impression of them being so mismatched -- perhaps because, in the end, they really aren’t all that different.

Hikari and Tailmon

Taichi stated in Adventure episode 48 that Hikari has a problem where she's so selfless and thinking of others that she'll never speak up about her own problems. Hikari states in 02 episode 31 that she compulsively cannot speak out about her own feelings even if she wanted to, to the point she’s jealous of Miyako for being able to be more open (even if it means being overkill at times). As a result: if Hikari’s talking about “the right thing to do”, or something for everyone’s sake, or something that’s relevant to other people and what’s best for them, she will be extremely vocal and quick to act, and she’s not above even chipping in with criticisms (see: 02 episodes 19, 32, 44). In fact, she’s fully capable of being playful or toying with others if she really wants to (see how she casually manipulates Daisuke into calling a lunch break for everyone in 02 episode 6).

The moment the issue at hand is about herself, though -- her own feelings or pain, or something that might hurt others’ feelings (hence the presumable reason she dodges Daisuke’s affections rather than proactively doing anything about it), or something that would put a burden on others for her own sake -- she completely clams up and refuses to do or say anything, and when bad things start happening to her, she resigns herself to her own fate and concludes she can’t do anything about it. Hence, why she takes such a defeatist attitude towards the Dark Ocean swallowing her up in 02 episodes 13 and 31, and why it’s such a big deal if she even so much as asks for help. 02 episode 31 indicates that Miyako reaching out to her is an important step in breaking her out of her shell, and the Kizuna drama CD -- which has Hikari assertively declare something she personally wants -- heavily implies further that Miyako was instrumental to this becoming possible.

Hikari is compassionate for others to the very end, expresses pity for BlackWarGreymon as early as 02 episode 31, and catches on quickly to Ken’s feelings on himself in 02 episode 37 (and even back when she’d been more skeptical about him in 02 episode 25, she never seemed to have real personal distaste against him as much as she still wanted to make sure he was trustworthy first). But although she’s one of the most compassionate in the group, she’s also one of the most assertive in the group. This leads to something that initially seems like a paradox: she’s actually more fervent about the need to fight than the more aggressive Miyako is. Miyako is, ultimately, emotionally caught up in everything and briefly falls apart at having killed LadyDevimon in 02 episode 44 (even despite knowing how horrible of a person she’d been), but Hikari is the one who points out that there would have been more victims if they hadn’t. 02 episodes 25 and 43 had made it abundantly clear that Hikari didn’t like it at all, but she states in 02 episode 37 repeatedly that they need to prevent there from being victims -- meaning that she values the importance of protecting all lives, including those who would be hurt in the process, and thus has some of the more resilient guts when it comes to the prospect of fighting to save others. Again, her hesitation only comes into play at its worst when it has to do with herself; working to save others is a no-brainer.

Hikari uses a casual feminine speech pattern that’s less in-your-face than Miyako’s, but she’s still a bit more casual than she was in Adventure, when she used the more polite watashi instead of atashi. Interestingly, Tailmon herself seems to have mirrored this as well, presumably because now that she’s had more time to recover from her miserable life under Vamdemon, she’s able to enjoy her life a bit more freely. This means that, while Tailmon is still the most mature and put-together of the Digimon partners in the 02 group, she sometimes acts a little more casual and playful in a similar way to Hikari, and while she has a certain degree of stuffy personal pride (see how she wasn’t very amused at how frivolously the other Digimon were playing around in 02 episode 3), she’s still open to enjoying herself a little more freely. Hikari, for her part, becomes surprisingly like-minded with her during those times -- see them in 02 episode 12 -- and, as stated earlier, it’s not like Hikari isn’t up for making tough decisions when they’re needed, either.

[unabashegirl]

This is gonna be really confusing lol but I’ll try it out! Could you do one where the reader has never seen David’s vlog but she works for him makes it a priority to make you watch them so he goes to your house and makes the reader watch them and he kisses her or something because he was just in love with her the whole time! It kinda sucks but I thought I could try!!

Not confusing at all! I changed a few things around and added some. I hope you like it! Let me know! 

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David watches her from the other side of the room, simply captivated by her effortless beauty. Tonight, she looks exceptionally beautiful against the warm, dim candlelight of the restaurant. She looks straight out of a magazine; out of the entire table is she who stands out. She rarely wears her hair up, but tonight is the exception. Her hair is pulled back into a delicate, low bun. She wears small, shiny earrings that give her a touch of elegance and poise. She bears a tight, rose dress that makes him nervous — in a good way.

“You got something right here” Her head is thrown back, her lips are parted in mid-laugh when Ilya interrupts David from gawking at her. David looks down at his lap and picks up his cloth napkin and wipes the corners of his mouth.

“What is it?” David asks confused as he looks at the residual. 

“Drool. You are drooling for her” Ilya rolls his eyes at his best friend. His behavior is absolutely outrageous. Ilya still can’t understand how his overconfident friend refuses to ask the girl out. It’s been almost a year since she had started working for him. “Just talk to her or invite her on a date. Just do something!” 

“She is my employee, Ilya. Also, she probably has a boyfriend” Natalie turns on her chair, it’s her time to butt in. 

“She is single. She has been for quite some time” Ilya smiles at Natalie across the table. “Just ask her out. We are waiting for you to do something”. 

“That doesn’t change the fact that she is my employee” David treats people like their friends before anything else. 

“Who cares? You have never set boundaries for any of your employees and now that you like a girl you want to? — Do you think that’s fair with yourself?” David sights understanding what his friend is  implying “You treat Natalie like she is your sister, not your employee” 

“I think you have to treat yourself with more kindness, David. You are always making everyone around you happy, but what about you? You also deserve some happiness and if being with Y/N is going to bring you that then do it!” David nods along with everything that Natalie is saying, but he can’t tear his eyes from Y/N. 

Her lips are wrapped against the border of the glass of white wine that she has been enjoying throughout dinner. She softly places it on the table before leaning over,  resting her head on her hands with her elbows on the table. Her eyes scan the people at the table with a small smile still very present. She is taking in the moment, this is what she loves the most about her job. The fact that everyone is so close to one another; makes her want to keep working until she is seventy. It has been her greatest pleasure. As her eyes finally reach the end of the table, they land on him. Her smile grows at the sight of him, she lightly waves at him from her seat. 

David smiles back and waves back as he continues hearing the pep talk that Natalie and Ilya are giving him. Before he can mouth anything at her, he watches her yawn making his heart swoon at her adorable expression while doing so. 

“Tired?” He mouths at her from the other extreme of the table. Her eyes are watery from the big yawn, so she has to blink a few times to finally see what he is trying to say. She nods back at him while continuing to smile. 

“Dessert?” He mouths back hoping that she will offer to have some with him and they would finally have some alone time. 

“Maybe to go?” Now it’s his time to nod back at her. 

“Are we ready to go?” Zane asks loudly interrupting everyone’s conversations including David’s with Y/N. “I want to go partying!” He raises his hands in the air and shakes his hips at Corinna that sits at his left. 

David takes that as a clue to ask for the bill. It only takes them a few minutes to gather the credit cards and sign vouchers. David is the first out of the restaurant followed by Natalie and Ilya. They hand their valet tickets and stand around by the door,  trying to coordinate the rides to the club. 

“Stassie, Madison, and Kelsey are coming, Dave,” Jeff confirms as he scrolls through the messages with them. 

“Oh, this is going to be good!” Zane claps his hands, “Who is coming from here anyway? Actually — who is not coming?” 

Y/N’s hand goes up in the air making everyone turn their attention her. David instantly frowns as he steps forward, closer to her. 

“Why not? You look fucking hot in that dress” Corinna is the first to protest as she grabs her hand. “We are going to have so much fun” she wines, they have grown close since Y/N has started working.

“Maybe next time — I am very tired. I had a killer workout today and I might have just eaten too much” Corinna pouts and pulls her into a hug. 

“I’ve had one of those days and you know what helps? — alcohol!” Jeff insists as he crosses his arms. He is not convinced. Y/N rarely goes out clubbing with the squad. There is always an excuse for her not to go. 

“Why don’t you ever want to hang out with us? Are we not fun?” Toddy asks from behind Y/N. She looks down at her feet as her cheeks get flushed by the attention that she is getting. 

“Just come for a few minutes. You don’t have to stay all night” Heath inputs, David remains quiet as he watches her begin to get uncomfortable by the pressure that everyone is putting on her. 

“Ok! Enough! She said she doesn’t want to go. Stop pressuring her” David comes into the rescue. Y/N smiles kindly at David. “Do you have a ride home?” He ignores the back talk and mumbles from everyone.

“I’ll take an Uber home,” She says with her gentle and soft voice that is music to his ears. 

“Absolutely not. I am taking you home and not buts” Everyone reminds quietly as they stare at them interact. 

“But David—” 

“ I said no buts, Y/N”  His voice is demanding and stern. She shuts her mouth and swallows back her response. As in a queue, David’s Tesla is pulled in.

“Are you coming, David? After you drop Y/N off?” Ilya asks as he steps to the front while David tips the valet and unlocks the car. 

“Yeah” He walks to his side after the doors of the car have risen. Y/N  waves at everyone and follows after him. It’s the first time that she ever sits on the front seat of the carr. David usually has Natalie or Taylor in the front. She quickly buckles herself in as the doors lower and shut close. 

“Thank you for taking me home, David” She is quite nervous. She has never ridden in a car — alone with him. She can also sense some kind of tension. 

“Why aren’t you going?” He blurts out,  his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. David knows that she is lying. David has observed her for far too long to notice how her mannerisms change when she is lying. She looks down at her lap and shakes her head. 

“I am actually tired” There it is — another lie. The tone of her voice changes and she gets fidgety. She also avoids eye contact at all costs. “Maybe next time,” She says under her breath. 

“I hope so. You aren’t missing much. Either way, you’ve seen it on the vlogs” David rests his arm on his door and drops his hand lower on the wheel, getting in a comfortable position. There is no rush to get to her house. She bites her lip and pulls back a thin strand of hair that has escaped from her bun. 

“I’ve actually never seen the vlogs” Y/N reveals, feeling ashamed and kinda embarrassed. She has obviously seen the raw material when David is running around with the camera on his hand. But she has never seen the final cut. 

“Wait — What?” His head snaps her way, he wants to look directly into her eyes just in case she is lying. He looks at her for a few seconds before looking back at the road. “There is no way. I feel kinda offended, Y/N”  

“I am sorry. I just haven’t come around to it” She bites her lip as she plays with her rings. 

“This has to change. You have to watch them all — from the very beginning,” David sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ve got some homework to do tonight” She giggles and nods. 

“Alright. I’ll get to it” David runs his fingers over his lips trying to hide the wide, silly smile that he has persisted since the moment that she had gotten in the car. 

It’s all very silly to him. He has turned down and pushed away many girls. Beautiful women that hundredths of men desire, but for him, they didn’t seem authentic enough. None of them have ever been able to capture his heart, mind, and soul as Y/N has in the short moment that she has been in his life.

He doesn’t know how to act around her. David also doesn’t know if she feels something for him too. When it comes to flirting Y/N’s isn’t very evident. This is the reason why David has delayed confessing his feeling to her for so long. He doesn’t know how she is going to react. What if she doesn’t like him? And she quits because she can’t stand the pressure? What is he going to do then? He rather not tell her and have her around forever than losing her and never seeing her again. 

“Thank you again, David,” She says as he pulls up into her apartment complex. “You are too kind and I promise I’ll watch the vlogs” 

“There is no need to thank me, Y/N. It’s been a pleasure” It really has— for him at least. 

“Have fun tonight” She unbuckles herself and gets out of the car. Y/N gives him a perfect view of her long, tan legs when she shuts the door and walks into the lobby. He sights loudly in the car and presses his forehead against his wheel after she steps on the elevator and disappears from his sight. 

“Fuck” He says to himself.. David lets go of the break and pushes on the gas. 

Y/N turns on all the lights of the apartment as soon as she gets in. She hates the darkness. She also wasn’t planning in roaming the apartment in complete darkness when she hasn’t memoried the placement of the furniture. Y/N has just moved in. David pays her much more than her previous job, granting her the opportunity and luxury to move in a more comfortable apartment. It’s still a bit small, but she is only one, the doesn’t need that much room anyway. She throws her keys on a glass table by the entrance. She bents down and undoes her heels. The cold floor against the warm sole of her feet instantly reliefs her. She hates wearing shoes within the house. Therefore, she settles them right by the front door; reminding herself to pick them up tomorrow. 

Just as she sits on the couch and unties her hair —the doorbell rings. Y/N frowns and cautiously walks up to the door. 

“Who is it?” She asks as she stands on her tiptoes and tools into the peephole to be sure that it isn’t a creepy person. 

“It’s David!” Y/N is taken back by his reappearance. She already believed him to be at the club, drinking with everyone and partying. David stands behind the door and patiently waits for her to open the door. 

“Hi” She greets him with a wide smile like she hasn’t seen him tonight. “Come in” She opens the door wider for him to walk in. David nods and steps in before she shuts the door and locks it. “Is everything okay?” She is rather confused. 

“I don’t believe you’ll watch the vlogs so I am here to supervise that the work is done correctly” Y/N nods at him with a small smile. “If that is okay with you” He doesn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable so he first tests the waters.

“Okay then! Even better. I’ll love some company. Let me just change out of this dress. I’ve eaten too much and it’s become unwearable” David chuckles before she disappears down the hall. He exhales loudly; relieved that she has accepted him in. He had sat in the car for at least fifteen minutes trying to come up with an excuse to spend more time with her. David notices the small pile of shoes by the entrance so he slips his off.

He looks around the apartment, interested in seeing the other side of her that she keeps private. There are a few pictures of her with her family. A particular frame makes him smile, is the one of her with the entire group, including him. The picture sets right by the TV on a shelf of her build in media center next to a little cactus on a plant pot. He can remember the day that the picture was taken as clear as the day. She had been pranked as part of initiation to the squad. Unfortunately, the prank had made her cry and he had promised her and himself to never prank her ever again. That’s the day he noticed that he was genuinely infatuated by her. 

“Hey” Y/N walks out wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and a clickbait hoodie. “Would you like something to drink?” 

“We never had dessert,” David says, craving something sweet— perhaps her. 

“That’s right” She purses her lips as she thinks about what she can she quickly make for them. “I think I have the perfect thing” She has been saving it for her own indulgence, but she could share it. She quickly shuffles into the kitchen as David walks up to her couch and settles down. “Are you not going out tonight?” Y/N says from the kitchen as she opens the fridge. 

“I don’t think so” 

“Why not?” 

“I would much rather be here with you than in some club” She almost drops the spoons on the counter. Y/N smiles widely and refrains from doing a little dance. She grabs the brown box and spoons and heads back. She places the box on the coffee table and hands him a spoon. 

“What is it?” David asks as he leans forward, curious to what it contains. 

“Hershey Chocolate Cheesecake” It’s her favorite. She rarely buys t it because she easily gets hooked and she has been trying her best to watch her figure and live a healthy lifestyle in all aspects. She has even started joining the boy’s beach workouts and hikes. There hasn’t been a gloomy day that they haven’t uplifted her. 

David had heard about her joining the workouts too. At some point, in his desperation, had considered joining just to see her and spend some more time with her. Unfortunately, his tight, busy work schedule prevented him to make it. 

David is the first to taste it. He can instantly taste why she likes it so much. It’s the perfect combination of sweet and salty. The cream cheese and chocolate complement one another. It also has different types of chocolates including dark taking a bit of the cloying away. 

“Do you like it?” She asks after a few more mouthfuls. Y/N feels like she is sharing this big intimate secret about her. Sure — she works for him and spends most of her day around him, but he has never been introduced to her little world. She knows his world perfectly, every single crook and dent, but he is oblivious to hers. 

“It’s delicious” He manages to say as he leans back on the couch. He takes the time to admire her attire and comfort. She is more relaxed and laidback than earlier. He also can’t ignore his urge to pull her into his arms and cuddle her for the rest of the night. “About the vlogs”. 

She stops herself from taking another bite from the dessert and switches on the TV. As soon as she opens her Youtube, his face pops out in her recommendations. 

“Should we start from the beginning or backward?” Y/N’s eyes scan quickly the titles of the vlogs. Some instantly call her attention more than others. 

“Whatever you’d like” He could care less about the vlogs. Truthfully, it is all an excuse for him to spend time with her. It’s refreshing to know that she hasn’t seen them. She is clean and untouched. She has a clean slate of him. Her view on him isn’t influenced by outside media. She only knows him like David, the guy she works for and not the man that buys his friends expensive cars — thanks to SeatGeek.

Y/N clicks on the latest one before leaning back. She scoots a bit closer, searching for some warmth. David doesn’t mind, he finds it comforting. She leans over him and for a second he is confused. Then she pulls a grey fluffy blanket to cover them both as they enjoy dessert and some comedy. 

Quickly, chuckles, giggles, and laughs erupt within the apartment. David keeps an eye on her as she excitedly watches the vlogs. Her eyes widen with surprise at every single bit. They roughly watch ten vlogs before she stops it and turns her attention to him. She shifts her body on the couch and faces him. 

“Did you always know you wanted to do this?” She asks as she leans her head against the hand that she has prompt up against the cushions of the couch. David shifts on his spot just to face her too. 

“No, not really. I didn’t think I could make a living out of this” She is close enough to him that she can smell his cologne and aftershave. “I have a question for you now” 

“Shoot” Y/N eyes met his as they both lean against the cushions, completely captivated by their talk. 

“Why didn’t you want to go out with us tonight?” She smiles weakly, biting the inside of her cheek, battling deciding if she should tell him or keep it to herself. She exhales and runs her hands through her hair. 

“The girls,” Y/N says trying to lead him to the reason without saying it out loud. 

“What about them?” His head hangs on the side as he squits trying to piece everything together. 

“They are just all over” She mumbles, breaking eye contact with him. 

“All over what?” He leans in trying to comprehend what she is trying to imply and say. 

“Over you. They are always all over you” Y/N blurts out, covering her blushed face with her hands. That’s when it all came together for David. She does have feelings for him. She is just so much better at hiding them than he is. 

Meanwhile, Y/N is embarrassed and ashamed that she just basically admitted to being jealous of the other girls. She wants the ground to swallow her whole and just disappear. That’s when she feels his long fingers wrapping around her wrists. 

“Look at me Y/N” He uses the same voice he used at the restaurant. There is no hesitation or room to object. Y/N relentlessly lowers her hands and meets his eyes. His hands release his grip on her wrists and move up to her face. He holds her delicate face in his big hands as he stares into the eyes that have made him lose sleep for quite some time. He leans in and lightly brushes his lips against hers. She shuts her eyes, absorbing all the different feelings that he has managed to develop within her. David plants the first peck on her lips, it’s delicate; soft; gentle. It’s painfully slowly followed by another to which Y/N responds to. Just like he has imagined it for so long, her lips are gentle and pillowy. She is more than what he has imagined. He properly kisses her, one of his hands grab her by the back of her neck, intensifying the kiss. Whilst his other hand, he presses against her lower back. 

He kisses her slowly not wanting for the moment to ever end. David can’t believe that he has waited so long to do this. He regrets waiting for so long. He pulls back and pecks her lips a few more times as they both recover from the intense kiss. 

Her cheeks are painted crimson red. She doesn’t know what to do or say. She only hopes that she isn’t dreaming and if she is then she hopes that she never wakes up. David’s fingers gently caress her cheek as he looks at her trying to come up with the right words. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” Y/N smiles at him, “I am sorry it took me so long to make a move” He feels the need to apologize. “I’ve liked you since the first day” 

“Good because I have too” David grins before pulling her back into another breathless kiss. 

[with-love-anu]

Chances

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius is the asshole of your group who seems bent on pissing you off

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius being a bully

Word Count: 1,848

Asshole. He was a complete nauseating asshole. Honestly you didn’t know why you let him get that much to you. You tried to breathe. That fucking man-child Sirius just ruined your notes. Those notes you spent so much time creating and what was his response again? Ooopsie.

“(Y/n), you’re really scary when you are angry.” Sirius said performing spells to repair the damage.

“Am I?” you scoffed. “Perhaps, if I would have been, people would not try to test me!”

“Hey calm down, chill, okay?” He said with a smirk that made you wish to rip his mouth. “Here’s your notes; as good as new.”

He looked smug at the moment, gesturing the notes towards you as if trying to calm a rabid dog. Argghhh. Maybe you would become one, Sirius was in fact capable of bringing out worst in people. You snatched your notes and went away with a huff.

“You can thank me later!” Sirius called after you.

He hated you. That had become a well known fact. Why? You had no idea. You remembered being actually friends with him once. Good friends. Then one day, he just turned cold. You had tried to talk to him. But between him ignoring you completely and him shouting, “Are you that dumb, I don’t want to talk to you; move along!!” in front of the great hall you got the message. You remember running into the washroom and crying your eyeballs out. After that you stopped talking to him. You still hung out with Remus and James. Whenever he would be in the group, he would sometimes make snarky remarks at you, or ignore you otherwise. You would reply back with a scoff or just roll your eyes and continue your conversation with others. It hurt, it really did; but you had mastered to not let it show.

It was the potions class. Professor Slughorn had placed a golden yellow potion in front of you all. It looked gorgeous. Bubbles burst around, making it look heavenly. You fidgeted in excitement. You knew what it was.  

“Can anyone tell me what this is?” the professor asked. You shot your hand up immediately.

“Yes, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Felix Felicis, also called "Liquid Luck", is a potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It is meant to be used sparingly, however, as it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence if taken in excess.” You said in one breath.

“Oh, so you took it today before coming to class?” Sirius sneered and everyone rolled out laughing causing your cheeks to burn. You stared straight ahead not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction. You bit your tongue. Your mother taught you, bullies would always try to get on your nerves, to reply or remark back will only make them stronger.

“Be nice to them, it will have a far greater effect. Help everyone and never speak words full of hatred. Doing that you not only hurt the person you say it to but also yourself. We don’t get to choose people who come into our lives, they maybe good or bad. Most of them will disappoint you, hurt you; but you must remember- you are stronger. I am in no way am telling you to let people take advantage of your generosity. You will be stronger because you didn’t cause the same pain which made you want to kill them, smack them, kick them in the shins so they cry out.” You giggled. Your mother smiled.

“Let go. Move on. Ignore them. It takes strength, it’s a power that belongs only to the greatest of men.”

But urge to smack him right in the face so his jaw broke was so damn strong. You took a deep breath, in and out.

“Mr. Black! How dare you! You just insulted one of my best students. You need the potion much more than she does, even to pass this class! So, I would insist you to take out your book and start studying.”

You did not expect that. People around you snickered and snorted. You didn’t dare look at Sirius. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t. You remembered him sitting for hours in the library with Remus to work on potions. Perhaps, this was a bit too harsh.

***

You were all sitting in the library, talking about the upcoming hogsmede weekend.

“My Lily flower here, has finally agreed to go out with me as a couple!” James said putting an arm around Lily. Lily blushed.

“Well, you did promise me anything I want from honeydukes.” She told him leaning into James embrace.

“(Y/n) what about you, got any plans?” Remus asked.

“You’re asking (Y/n)? I doubt she could get a date in a million years being the know it all, we all know she is.”

You sucked a breath. James and Remus glared at him and were ready to launch when someone put an arm around you.

“(Y/n), babe?” you turned to see Sebastian standing close behind you.

Sebastian and you were weird friends. You were completely honest with one-another, understanding each-others choices and flirted with each other for fun. You would definitely count him as one of your best friends.

“Guys can I borrow my girl for a moment?” Sebastian said flashing a grin towards your friends. My girl? What was he doing?

Everyone nodded and Sebastian took you a little away, but you were sure everyone could still see you. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian when he placed his hands on the sides of your waist.

“Listen (Y/n), I heard that ass-hole talk shit about and I couldn’t help it. You’re one of prettiest, kindest girls in school and I would have taken you out any day but that would just have complicated things between us.”

He was helping you?

“God! Am I that pathetic?” You said looking away not sure what felt worse.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I am just going to assume you didn’t say that. Really? You believing that piece of shit now?”

You let out a small laugh smiling at Sebastian.

“You’re the best!” you said sniffing.

“Of course I am! I am bloody perfect, darling!” he said kissing your cheek.

“Okay, so you are coming with me next hogsmede weekend. We’ll show those fuckers what a perfect couple looks like.” He said with a glint in his eyes.

You laughed.

“Is that so, honey?” you said playing with his tie.

“Oh yes, baby girl!” he said with a wink, leaving.

Unknowns’ to you Sirius watched your interaction with Sebastian with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. He hated it. He hated himself. He was in love with you since the 2nd year and in the process of realizing it he panicked. He thought maybe if he was mean to you, you would hate him and return the favor. But you never did. You continued to behave civilly to him and even came forward to help him when he was struggling. And how did he repay you? By being an ass. His heart clenched every single time he teased you to get on your nerves and his stomach twisted in knots. He could never have you. Not someone as sweet as you.

***

You were going through the corridors when you heard shouts. You turned and sprinted towards their direction. You saw Avery and Mulciber dueling with Sirius. They shot a spell towards him and he fell back.

“Expelliamus!!” you shouted and caught their wands. They widened their eyes.

“You’ll get these back from Slughorn” you said in a sharp tone that left no arguments. They huffed and walked away. You turned towards Sirius. Shit he was bleeding.

“Fuck- that’s a nasty cut Sirius!” you said concerned. You concentrated and performed some healing spells. Sirius watched you intensely.

“This is going to sting, okay?” you said to Sirius but all he did was stare with an expression you couldn’t quite place. So, you returned to patching him up, trying not to squirm under his gaze.

He hissed. You gulped and tried not to shake. After you finished, you helped him stand. You looked at him and noticed he was still watching you.

“I’m gonna go and give these to Slughorn,” you said indicating the wands. “You go back to the common room and eat something, preferably chocolate.”

“Why?” he said his eyes not leaving you.

“Why what?” you asked confused.

“Why did you help me, even though I am so awful to you?” he asked.

You huffed. So, that is what this is about. As angry you were at him all the time, you couldn’t see him being beaten mercilessly.

“I am a prefect. I am supposed to stop fights.” You said as you turned to leave.

“I’m sorry” he called out loud. You turned and said, “What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the biggest pile of dip-shit you’ve ever seen. For every single mean comment I said not meaning it. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, for being so bloody damn rude even though all you’ve ever been was sweet to me.”

You stared at him. He was apologizing?

“You’re a great person (Y/n), I don’t think I’ve seen anyone match your beauty or your wit. You’re so generous that I sometimes wonder if it’s humanely possible, whether you’re real. You help anyone and everyone if they need it, never asking anything in return. And I’m grateful and thankful for how you’ve treated me and am insanely humiliated at my own behavior.” Sirius huffed. It felt like every single thing he had pent up was coming out. He wanted to shout, to scream, to let this wonderful girl standing near him know, know that she was amazing, that he was sorry, that he… he liked her so damn much it had started to hurt him. Breathing deeply he looked at her.

You were stunned. You didn’t know what to say. Your ex-friend was giving you all these praises and compliments and sincerely apologizing for being a goddamn git. You knew for a fact that the word “sorry” never came out of Sirius’s mouth; not even for teachers.

“Well, say something?” Sirius said in a small voice.

“I don’t know what to say. You’ve been so rude to me since so many years that I started to be disappointed on just seeing you. Now, you’re saying all these things, which are flattering but, how could I forgive you in just one day? How could I forget what you did to me?”

“Don’t. I want to ask for a chance, to remedy what I did wrong. I know it can’t be done overnight, but I’ll makeup for it eventually. I promise.” He said sincerely.

“Work for it. If I think you're as sincere and want my friendship as much as you say, I'll give you a chance. Not a moment before.” You said. Sirius nodded slowly. You took a deep breath turning and leaving. What did you just agree to?

A/N: Let me know what you think!

[iwachansthighs]

more details on the klapollo mlb au!!

ok, i am back with some of the details of the klapollo miraculous au! thank you for supporting my lil au! i love you all <3

so, to the important stuff. 

so, first off, apollo lives with his sister trucy and adoptive parents, phoenix and miles (defense attorney and prosecutor respectively), because narumitsu is canon in anything i create. phoenix have a law office and apollo helps out some times. 

next, klavier’s parents were extremely wealthy and deceased. he’s been living with his older brother kristoph since their parents’ passing (about 5-6 years), who is an extremely talented and prestigious defense lawyer. he never leaves his home, only for trials and extra important events. clients come to him if they want to request his services, never the other way around. klavier is practically alone as kristoph isolated him in homeschool and kept his music career only as a solo artist with no tours and limited social media. 

that is, until both end up in the same year attending themis legal academy in the same class. apollo wants to become a defense attorney like his father and klavier, a prosecutor. they end up in the same classes, except for a select few where their chosen professions differ. other people in their class would be athena, juniper, sebastian, robin, hugh, and others. (im debating putting in characters like kay and ema, as they would go into a detective course and not a law course. you could argue that being a detective is law-enforcement and would need knowledge of the law.)

now onto the fun stuff. :)

klavier is instantly recognized as the solo artist and is bombarded by people. (chloe could just be an oc or if i find a character fitting enough) apollo initially thought of him as just an overconfident asshole. then the umbrella scene or something similar happens and apollo starts to notice how compassionate and kind (and hot) klavier is and begins to catch feelings. however, unlike marinette in the original show, instead of stuttering and becoming a blushing mess, he bites back with sarcasm and becomes a blushing mess. (basically a big ass tsundere)

now, both of them help master fu (yes; im keeping him the same. im debating whether to make it misty fey or someone of the like. maybe since they deal with mystical things, i feel a fey lady would fit the part rather well.) they get their miraculouses, apollo the ladybug and klavier the black cat respectively. when apollo meets tikki for the first time, they don’t exactly connect well at first. apollo is a logical/cynical person so when a mythical ladybug looking thing he’s never heard or seen before pops out of a pair of earrings, he is very skeptical. 

meanwhile, klavier and plagg get along great. klavier is ecstatic when he first meets plagg as he is able to make a friend that can be with him 24/7, not considering that plagg is a mythical being, plagg really likes klavier and vice versa.

when the kwamis then explain their powers, klavier is a little hesitant when plagg explains that he can give him super cat-like abilities and the power to destroy. however, as soon as klavier donned the black cat suit, he immediately believed it. apollo however was hysterical, not believing a thing tikki said. when he donned the ladybug suit, he was silent for a long while. he then just says “wow” as he takes in the fact that he really is a superhero.

then black katze (klavier) and truth bug (apollo) met and katze is immediately attracted to the boy under the alias of truth bug. he proceeds to tease and flirt with his schatzi, but truth bug never really reciprocate and just blows him off.

thus the love square begins. apollo likes klavier who is secretly is black katze who has a crush on truth bug, but he doesn’t like him back because he’s secretly apollo who has a crush on klavier and doesn’t know that black katze is secretly klavier.

(i’m actually so down to flip the love square and have klav like apollo and truth bug to like black katze. would love to hear your opinions on the love square!)

and so the main story of miraculous kicks in, with the different people who happen to be close to our main heroes getting akumatized, which lets the two bond and get closer to each other. i’m actually pretty excited to design akumatized ace attorney characters. 

also it’s kinda obvious but i was planning on having kristoph being hawk moth, though i’m not too sure yet on what his motivations would be. i’m also trying to decide if this au would need someone as natalie/miyura and if so, who it would be. 

if you have some ideas for the au, please let me know! i would love to hear y’all’s opinions on my ideas and if you have some better ones!

[snakeboistan]

Karaoke Night

So for the past few weeks, I have been obsessed with listening to anime voice actors sing Japanese covers for Disney songs. I recently stumbled upon this gem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCcpEhxesR0 and I found it really sweet/hilarious that the Japanese lyrics for ‘Kiss the Girl’ are completely different to the original English version and I thought: hey wait a minute. My two Assassination Classroom OTPs (Karmagisa and Maeiso) literally sing the OPs so they should canonically have really good singing voices. Plus, I wanted to give a chance for Nagisa and Isogai to fluster the heck out of their overconfident boyfriends so thus this fic was born!

“Alright guys,” Maehara sang as the group of four made their way towards a building that had flashing neon lights decorating it’s bricked exterior, “we’re here~”

Isogai yelped when Maehara pulled on his hand and began walking at a brisker pace towards the entrance whilst Nagisa and Karma continued walking in tandem with each other. As it was the weekend, the two couples decided to spend the day by going on a double date to a small amusement park -  and by double date, I mean Karma and Maehara would run amok whilst Nagisa and Isogai would babysit them and try to get a moment of peace. On the whole, they had a good time: they went on all of the scary roller coasters, won a few prizes at the games, ate delicious food and just had a very fun time. When the day was nearing an end and the sun began to set, Maehara suggested that they could go to this karaoke bar that he frequently visits. Whilst Isogai and Nagisa were reluctant to go (and Karma was only too happy at the thought of watching Nagisa sing), they were easily convinced to ‘at least check it out’ - partly because Maehara promised that they would have privacy and partly because Karma swore that he wouldn’t post any pictures online or send them to anyone. So off they went.

The blonde opened the door and gestured for Isogai to enter with a blinding smile and  gentleman’s bow, “after you.”

Isogai giggled and walked in, closely followed by Nagisa and Karma. The entire interior was bathed in purple and blue light, covering the black tiled floor, dark blue walls that held vinyl records and dim fluorescent lights that were bent to resemble music notes, and red sofas with an indigo glow. Out of nowhere a young man with platinum silver hair and dark brown eyes came bounding towards them with a friendly grin, “Maehara, it’s good to see you again.”

Maehara laughed, “Same here, man. Guys, this is my friend, Mayu. He works here. Mayu, this is my boyfriend Isogai, and my friends Nagisa and Karma.”

Mayu smiled at them, “Nice to meet you all.”

“Same here.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“‘Sup.”

The golden-haired boy turned to the older male, “Say, Mayu, any chance we could get a private booth? Nagisa and Isogai here happen to be a bit shy.”

“Sure thing,” Mayu gave a good-natured laugh as the boys in question blushed, “follow me.”

Once the four had entered an empty room, Mayu closed the door behind them and left them to their own devices.

“So now what?” Isogai asked as Karma and Nagisa looked at the microphones and giant TV screen.

“We sing, obviously,” Maehara answered.

“Hey, Nagisa,” Karma smirked, “why don’t you go first?”

Nagisa’s pigtails fluffed up, his eyes wide and cheeks pink, “Wha-what?”

“Yeah,” Maehara grinned, “you as well Isogai. Might as well go first and get it out of the way.”

“Well, what do you say, Nagisa?” the brunette asked the shorter boy, “might as well get it over and done with.”

“I-I suppose so,” Nagisa said, “but what should we sing?”

Isogai’s golden eyes light up as if a lightbulb turned on in his head. With a conspiratorial smile, he whispered something into the blunette’s ear. Nagisa turned to him and murmured, “wait, really?”

“I think we should,” Isogai spoke low enough so that the other half of their group couldn’t hear, “since those two seem to find amusement in making us flustered, we ought to turn the tables around, don’t you think.”

Nagisa soon found himself smirking along with his class representative, “I think that you are absolutely right.”

“Oi, what are you two whispering about?” Maehara called.

“Oh nothing,” Isogai smiled pleasantly, “why don’t you and Karma sit down whilst we get ready.”

Karma and Maehara looked at each other in confusion before sitting down on either ends of a sofa, as Nagisa selected the song and joined Isogai on the slightly elevated floor that was meant to serve as a stage. With a microphone in hand, the blunette began to softly sing once the music began to play.

I’m cute and waiting silently

What are you waiting for 

Please understand and

Look into my eyes

Stop talking and just kiss me

As the words left his mouth, Nagisa slowly sauntered upto Karma, swaying his hips as he did, and stood on the other side of the table that Karma was sat behind, smiling and winking at the end of the last verse. This was Isogai’s cue to begin singing in his own dulcet tones.

If you like that

I know what to do

If you want to kiss both me and my lips

You don’t have to say anything

Kiss me soon

Isogai did the same actions as Nagisa: walking up to Maehara’s table and singing to him whilst standing about a foot away, even leaning in as the final words had left his lips, before pulling back. As soon as Isogai did his part, Nagisa walked away from Karma and joined him in the chorus.

Sha la la la la la you’re a shy shy boy kiss me

Sha la la la la la I’m sure it will go well so kiss me

 Maehara and Karma were frozen in their seats, faces dusted with a light pink that would’ve been almost impossible to catch under the dim lighting. However the way that their mouths hung open slightly gave the two singers all the information they needed - they got these boys hooked. They both grew more bold, swaying their bodies fluidly in a synchronised dance and even going as far as to blow kisses at their significant other after every time they said ‘kiss me’. Then Nagisa began his solo once more.

Love is now entering in a quiet river

When only two people flow

I'm waiting silently kiss me

 This time, he didn’t just walk up to Karma - he climbed on to the table so that he could rest himself on it, stomach down so that his face was only a centimetre away from the redhead’s. On the outside, he was the picture of smooth and composed but on the inside he was cackling madly at the flustered look on his boyfriend’s face. Isogai was no better, giving Maehara a smug smirk and raised eyebrow (Nagisa guessed that this was probably revenge for all of the flirting and pick-up lines Maehara gave him during study hall yesterday in class). For the final time, the two sand together again, swaying their bodies with the lyrics.

Sha la la la la la for the first time

Kiss me with courage

Sha la la la la la I’m sure it will go well so kiss me

Sha la la la la la put this feeling on a song kiss me

Sha la la la la la the song is singing

Like this kiss me

They both slowly made their ways towards their respective boyfriends as the song ended. Whispering the final words to them as close as possible.

Kiss me soon

Kiss me soon

Kiss me soon

Kiss me soon

And like that, the music ended leaving two very smug-looking and two very flustered teenage boys.

“So,” Nagisa giggled, poking Karma’s red cheek, “what do you think?”

“Maehara,” Isogai called, waving a hand in front of the blonde’s dazed face.

Both of them soon found themselves being given exactly what their song asked for.

[himbowelsh]

Tough choice but may as well go in order. Guarnere, please. Thank you.

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Bill is very verbal about his affection. When he cares for someone, he’ll say it loud and proud. He’s always had a big mouth, but that just means he ain’t shy about telling people exactly how he feels  ---  and he’s liberal with praise, when it’s earned. He also shows affection by standing by people, having their backs through anything. If Bill will fight for someone, it means they’re worth it; if he fights with someone, it means he loves them.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

*confused Guarnere noises*  what the fuck is a flower   Look. He’ll go to the florist, flirt with her a little bit, and pick up something nice. That’s the best he can do. He can look very handsome marching up with a bouquet in hand, but don’t ask him what the hell’s in it.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not a fan of most chocolates. To be honest his nonna used to make her own  ---  she had a recipe for sweet chocolate that was to die for, and Little Billy was her favorite taste-tester. Compared to hers, store-bought chocolate just don’t cut it. 

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Let him handle everything and he’ll be a happy man. Let him cook the dinner himself  ---  he’s got a special love for cooking, especially when his partner’s gonna be enjoying it  ---  let him arrange the table, let him choose the music, let him decide where they roll around at the end of the night. Bill likes being in charge. Granted, he’s drawn to partners who give him a run for his money in that department...  but his ideal date would be an intimate night in, just the two of them, all planned out by yours truly.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Bill hugs like a football coach. Very enthusiastic, kinda rough, lots of back patting and “good job, son” energy. He’s...  not good at tender hugs. If he’s trying to pump someone up, sure, he can manage that, but...  hugging somebody to comfort them? He’s not so good at that. Bill has trouble being soft, but can be very supportive when needed.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Shameless, and shamelessly dirty. He takes flirting to a new level. Bill loves to buy people drinks and chat them up, even if he doesn’t plan on going home with them at the end of the night; it’s fun to just see how far he can push, and who’s willing to play along with him. (Nothing’s sexier than someone with a smart mouth, who can sass him right back.)

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

No one would call him bad at it, but he doesn’t always...  hit the nail on the head. He tries, and will absolutely go to four different stores just to find something he knows someone’s looking for. Left to his own devices, he’ll come up with weird gifts, though. A pack of very colorful socks, an apron for a friend who can barely cook, a build-your-own-bookshelf kit for someone with no damn time. He thinks his gifts are great...  but it’s easier to just give him a list.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s quick to give it away to the right people. Bill’s got great instincts, and is good at reading someone’s character  ---  it’s what draws him to the friends he ends up keeping for life. Bill only gives his heart to those who are able to hold their own, who are worthy of it. He ain’t got time for fairweather friends. Either you earn Bill’s love, or you don’t.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Annoyingly easy. He’s not gushy about it, but he likes saying it, and it’s obvious in how often he drops it  ---  sometimes declared loudly to their assembled group of friends, but most often muttered in a low voice, for his partner’s ears alone. Why shouldn’t he love saying it? It’s true.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Bill Guarnere don’t get jealous, cause he knows exactly who he is, and exactly who the other guy’s not. His partner might play around to get him riled up  ---  and hell, he’ll do the same thing  ---  but he trusts they’d never look at anyone else seriously. Trust is a major element in Bill’s relationships, and he’d never really fall in love with someone he couldn’t have faith in.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Bill’s exactly the sort of overconfident bastard who sees a kiss as a door to something more. He doesn’t have Prince Charming instincts, but his kisses are a team effort; he’s under no illusion about calling the shots, taking his cues from his partner how far they’ll go. If they don’t want his mouth somewhere, it’s not going there. His kisses are pure fire, electric, all teeth and tongue and shameless nips. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s also a mutterer, which depending on the partner is hot or annoying as hell. He’ll grit out words of praise or curses in between kisses, pressing them against the dark marks left on his partner’s skin, until they flush an even deeper red.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his people. Bill considers a select group of folks his  ---  and once you’re in, there’s no easy way out, ‘cept for proving yourself a total jackass. Bill’s ride-or-die for his whole (massive) family, and his extensive friend group. Yeah, he’s got some he’d do more for than others  ---  Babe’s the only one he’d hide a body for, and he’s still got that thing Lip asked him to hold onto in his closet  --- but Bill loves fiercely, and would risk it all for any one of ‘em. 

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Bold of you to assume there’s a difference between morning sex and night sex to this man. Bill’s ready to go at any time.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Extremely confident, to the point that it seems like he’s compensating for something. He’s not  ---  that’s the best part. Bill gets riled up very quickly, and in bed he is heated, driven, and very physical. He loves lifting his partner up by their thighs and moving them around the room, loves pressing them against walls and leaving deep red marks on their neck...  vocally expressive partners really get him going. He’s not shy about dirty talk, and even less shy about letting his partner take the lead. Bill’s very much of the “work together” mindset in bed. He can go multiple rounds at a time before getting worn out, but sometimes he’ll get a cramp in the middle, and then it all goes to hell (ft. the Not Sexy kind of cursing).

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Bill has a commanding way of speaking; he doesn’t make a big deal outta being eloquent, but he captures people’s attention. He knows how to be listened to. Sometimes this can make it hard, in quieter moments, to express what’s really in his heart, when he’s so used to speaking only the boldest words, but...  Bill Guarnere always manages.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Bill needs someone who gives as good as they get. He’d never be happy with a shrinking violet; they’ve gotta have punch to them, a good sense of humor and firm head on their shoulders. He needs somebody loyal, a partner who’ll be by his side through thick and thin  ---  ‘cause even he’ll admit, he’s downright exhausting sometimes.  A person with a temper, probably; someone with confidence, who says what the hell they think. Great curves are a plus, especially a nice set of boobs. Bill’s always gonna fall for someone with fire, who can keep him on his toes, and hold him up even if he’s only got one leg to stand on.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh, he’s gonna ask. Ain’t no question, as soon as he’s got the ring, Bill Guarnere’s not wasting a second. It’s just a matter of when  (as soon as he’s 95% sure he’s gonna get a good answer) and how  (out to dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe afterwards, taking a walk through the park. He wouldn’t want many eyes on them, but he’d want to do it somewhere special  ---  a place he and his partner could take the kids to years down the line, to boast about how it all started here.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s no fuckin’ tights-wearing, wishing-well-singing, ‘someday my prince will come’ asshole, but sure, he’s a romantic. Bill’s got a flair for romance; he knows how to show his partner a good time, and loves doing it, just to see the warm gleam in their eyes. Dancing all by themselves, eating a candlelight dinner he made, taking a romantic bath together...  all in the Bill Guarnere playbook, sweets.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not really? Look, Bill had a lot going on as a kid. He was everywhere at once; all the neighbors knew him as a holy terror, and the ones with any sense told their daughters not to get near him. Romance wasn’t first on his mind.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

Absolutely. Point blank. Love is love, and some people are meant to be together forever. Anger can fuel a hell of a lot in you, but love’s more powerful than all of it. Anger can move mountains, but love can build them outta thin air.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Nope. He’s a resilient bastard. Sure, he’s had his share of rejection (and smacks in the mouth), but Bill’s not the type to take it personally.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Well, he’s definitely never sat on the couch in his boxers eating a box of chocolate alone, and that definitely hasn’t given him a complex about giving his partner the best damn Valentine’s Day every goddamn year. (No Bill, cancel the hot air ballon, you don’t need it  ---)

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Oh, hell yeah. Just give him the right person  ---  and he’ll find ‘em, don’t worry about that  ---  and Bill’s hopping on that one-way train straight to domestic bliss. He’s not in a big hurry about it, so long as his partner knows what’s what  ---  if he’s in a serious relationship with someone he really cares for, it’s a foregone conclusion to Bill that they’re gonna get married eventually. (He wouldn’t even think his partner might have a different viewpoint; if they did, it’d shock him to his core.)

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Definitely. Some are sweet, some are perverted, and some are a little bit of both. He uses them liberally.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Protective could be his middle name. Bill is an incredible guy to have on your side in a rough spot; sure, he swings before he thinks, but he thinks while he’s swinging. Excellent man in a fight. No one steps in on Bill Guarnere’s loved ones and gets away scott-free, and he goes especially berserk if it’s his partner being threatened.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Not...  a number he’d be proud to admit to his Mamma, but he’s no virgin. Bill got up to more mischief overseas than he could ever find in Philly. Probably about...  8 - 9 partners? And no, he’s not careful where he sleeps. He’s gotten used to the taste of penicillin, and Doc Roe’s left a few brochures under his pillow. 

[camilliar]

undercutting v. undermining

You can now file this under “things to think about for the podcast” --

Something that’s undercut the success of OMGCP for me, at least in Y3 and Y4, is that it often plays the serious parts too light, and takes too seriously the parts that should have been funny, or should have had their gravity undercut.

Jack’s proposal, for example, is a moment that falls hugely short for me. I like Zimbits, okay, I’m Zimbits-neutral; I like it when it’s well-executed and what puts me off of it in fandom is the generic way it’s handled -- and how seriously it’s taken -- by most of the fandom, or at least a certain segment of Zimbits fans. But I like this pairing and think it has potential! I like to write about them! I like other people’s fics about them! Their early flirting was charming and their first kiss was a show-stopper that got me and many other people hooked on this story for good reason. The problem, to me, is that the author seems to have forgotten (or maybe no longer cares?) that these are cartoon characters, not real people. Jack is, canonically, an awkward fucking weirdo. Bitty is a walking stereotype. The endearing things about them is that they’re cartoonish exaggerations playing against their own type. For Jack to play a proposal seriously is severely out of character. He’s not smooth. Dating Bitty for two years shouldn’t have made him smooth. They’ve known each other for a while, so they get each other, and that’s different than being smooth.

Jack’s proposal needed something to undercut the weight of the moment -- he forgets what he wants to say and reverts to hockey cliches? He gets nervous and Bitty takes over? One of their friends screams something inappropriate from the sidelines? The problem isn’t just that it’s OOC; lots of things are OOC, and part of what makes comics and cartoons fun fandoms to be in is that they’re not pegged to the real world as such so they can be character-breaking for entertainment purposes. This is merely a bland speech about how he loves his boyfriend. The sentiment should be implied in all of this, not textual.

Good writing would give these characters a proposal -- if they must have one -- that couldn’t fit in any other piece of media. If I copied and pasted this one into a Stan/Kyle fanfic, it would work equally well. “My life started when I met you” is so completely unspecific to this particular story! Maybe Jack really believes that? Bitty’s response could be, “That’s sweet but it’s very cliche” and Jack is like “I Googled ‘how to propose’?” See, that’s very dorky, that’s an endearing way to undercut the schlock that’s both true to the comic and something that, at the end, has encumbered it to the point of indifference, for me.

I feel like the author knows this; it seems like, in the most halfhearted possible way, she’s trying to be a little lololol goofy here, but she’s unwilling to take her own set up any way other than too seriously. But, it’s not working. Bitty faints? Also cliche. It turns out all their friends were there? Also cliche. And then, they’re all just like “yaaaaaaay” -- you need something to cut the treacle here. It’s so easy to project onto this that it means nothing for Jack and Bitty!

This is a comic where Bitty starts out in strip one as a little ingenue who walks into the Haus with a pie and is horrified at what happens next. His expectations are cut down and his world expands -- the end of this story has been bent to his will, not the other way around. It’s not working for me. Weirdly enough, that moment just got replayed in the last strip, and it retcons the thing that was charming about it in the first place -- Bitty wasn’t a shaky mess, he was overconfident and affronted, a fish-out-of-water who barged his way into the Haus and started making pies in the kitchen a few strips later. Maybe, mayyyyybe, you can reach in here and extract the possibility that Bitty was on-camera in that first strip, and now that he’s a grown-up adult man we’re finally peeling back the flawed narrative device of his vlog--but I don’t think so? I think it’s just the goal and tone of this story having mutated over the years into ... something else, something that’s unwilling to piss off its own fans by daring to treat its own characters as anything other than real people whose feelings might be hurt.

I mentioned that first Jack/Bitty kiss, over 2.18-19. Please look at this in sequence:

The text at the end makes this work -- it cuts the tension! It severs BItty’s attention, and the reader’s attention, calling both back from the brink of a daze and into the realm of the real-world, where time moves and gestures have weight. There’s a cinematic quality to this that feels unreal -- it is unreal! This doesn’t happen for fucking anybody! It only happens to fictional characters. You need something to disrupt that. You’re in a shitty room with crappy blinds and bare lightbulbs in a decrepit frat house, the exact place this should not be happening. The moment is being punctured to stave off contrivance.

Further to my point, this moment is itself undermined in the Chirpbook, where it’s revealed what Jack texted: something totally banal, totally mundane. I guess people wanted to know. Why? It ruins this, ruins what makes it an affective and effective moment. Who cares what Jack wrote? It’s so much better to imagine -- but this moment, which worked great before, is being weighted down by over-mythologizing it. The reader knows what just happened. They know how Jack and Bitty relate to each other. The whole thing is being rewritten as a banal romance.

Again, any character in any media could have the text exchange that Jack and Bitty are shown having in the Chirpbook, and it destroys the meaning of this moment by robbing it of its specificity: the dingy room, the Sharks sweatshirt discarded on the armchair, the college-issue desk chair Bitty falls into, which has those slanty safety legs on the back so you can’t fall over. That is specific to the house -- the Haus!!! “I didn’t realize how much I was going to miss you until I said goodbye” is something anyone could say, and it’s already implied in the comic. You don’t have to reinforce it over and over, unless you’re buying into your own legacy, reiterating it to lesser and lesser impact.

[xiubaek-13]

Not Much of a Sex God

Requested by anon: Hi author nim! Can you please write a scenario where the reader sleeps with either Xiumin, Baekhyun or Chen and they act like they are the best sex she'll ever have but they actually suck in bed? I think your sarcasm would fit this perfectly.

Ok so I love you anon. I have had the best time writing this because I keep laughing at how mean I'm being and it's just been so much fun. <3 I'm so mean omg.

Reader x Baekhyun

Warnings: Fuckboy Baekhyun, smut, teasing.

Word Count: 4,752

       "I gave her the best sex of her life, she should thank me!" You didn't think you could roll your eyes any harder even if your life depended on it. The guy at the booth behind you had been bragging about his sexual prowess the entire time you'd been in the club. You'd come out to celebrate your friend getting a promotion at work, not to hear about how magical some dude's dick was and all the adventures it had been on. His friends weren't much better but this guy was definitely the loudest. You made a mental note to glance at the table when you next went to the bar to put faces to 3 men that you were not ever going home with. In your experience guys who felt the need to talk about how excellent in bed they were generally were lousy lays. "Hyung, it was so fucking hot. I was pounding into her and she was screaming my name like I was her new religion. Aish, you wish you were as godlike in bed as I am." The nerve of this jerk. Who has this much self confidence?! You felt slight satisfaction when you heard one of his friends tell him to shut up.

You looked across the table at your two friends Mina and Soojung. Mina had gotten a promotion at work and Soojung had dragged both of you out to celebrate. Soojung had always been the lively one of the three of you. She was always up for adventure, especially if there was dancing or alcohol involved. Mina on the other hand had always been the mother of the group. She was the youngest but she was the only one who seemed to have her life sorted out. Mina had a long term boyfriend who doted on her, she had a great job in a marketing agency and had just been promoted to team leader for a whole floor of the office. Soojung had almost finished her doctorate at university and she worked all kinds of strange and varied jobs to help pay for her education. The three of you used to live together but Mina moved out last Spring to live with her boyfriend. You were a personal assistant for a stock broker so your work hours varied depending on his schedule. Thankfully this week he was on holidays with his wife and children so all you had to do was turn up to the office during normal business hours and sort through messages and emails.

It was rare for the three of you to get together at a club these days. Mina was clearly disgusted with the way this guy was talking about his conquests. You were unfortunately used to it. High finance bred a lot of rich jerks and they loved to over share about their weekends and sexual escapades. It annoyed you how they spoke about the women as though they were just objects and had lost all value once they'd been fucked. You recalled the one unfortunate work Christmas party when you went home with one of the brokers only to hear him bragging about you a couple of days later. What he'd been describing in detail to his co-workers was definitely what the two of you had done but he sure hadn't rocked your world. He had been only interested in chasing his own release and in no way cared about your needs.  In that moment you were so enraged that you walked straight over to the desk he'd been leaning against and tapped him on the shoulder. He shot you an overconfident smile when he saw you. "Sorry babe, I don't do seconds. You know it was a one time thing right? It would be unfair to all the other men out there if you kept getting to have me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think I actually wanted to sleep with you again after the other night? No. I just wanted to let you know that for the good of all women you need to either learn how to properly fuck a woman or just stop having sex because what transposed between us was in no way pleasurable or exciting. You should treat women different to your own hand or just stick to masturbating." You remembered how hard his co-workers were laughing as you walked away.

You looked over at Soojung. She'd been uncharacteristically quiet since the fuckboy in the next booth had started bragging. You nudged her with your foot. "Hey, you good?" She nodded.

"That dude is just killing the vibe. Also my drink is almost empty Mina, it                's your round next isn't it?"  Mina nodded and practically ran from the booth, happy to get 5 minutes away from the other booth.  You were out to celebrate Mina's promotion but you couldn't help laughing becasue you were certain she would have preferred a nice dinner somewhere not a drunken dance night. That was all Soojung.

As soon as Mina was gone Soojung leant towards you. "Hana told me about this guy. He's here with his two friends every week and he brags about some girl he's fucked every single week. Hana slept with him like a year and a half ago and she told me he had no idea how to please her in bed then we came here one night and saw him bragging about how great he was. Hana was so pissed off and embarrassed." Great. So he was exactly like the guys in your office. At least you knew how to deal with them. Soojun knew how you dealt with fuckboys so you figured this was why she was telling you about Hana and Mr. Thinks He's A Sex God in the next booth. That poor girl.

You weren't shy so if you liked a guy and wanted to sleep with him you did just that. If you ever heard them bragging about how amazing they were and how lucky you were to have slept with them you would walk straight up to them and give them an assessment of their skills in front of everyone. Guys at work mostly stopped trying to sleep with you because they thought you were a bitch but some saw it as a challenge. They jumped at the chance that they'd be the ones who would rock your world and they would then truly be a god among men. So far, it hadn't happened. They were either too eager to please, showed off too much or simply lacked any skill in making you come.  These guys needed to be taught a thing or two about passion and mutual pleasure.  Possibly even a certain guy in a nearby booth. You'd just have to see how the night played out.

"I swear, she was begging me to fuck her. Got her so worked up that she was all Please Daddy, I'll be good, please just let me come. It was so hot." Your brain was screaming at him to shut up because you were reaching your limit with how often this guy felt the need to bring up his sex life. After 15 minutes had passed and Mina still hadn't returned both you and Soojung decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing ever if you lost your booth so you both headed towards the bar in search of Mina and your next drinks.

As you passed the booth you stole a quick glance at the 3 men who had been invading your celebrations all evening. You would be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that they were extremely attractive. One had short dark hair, his whole face was lit up as he laughed at the other two. His eyes were like little crescents as he laughed and  he had an impish grin plastered on his face. He looked like sunshine and trouble all rolled into one. The next one had short blonde hair, stunning cat like eyes and a cute gummy smile. He was currently  was grabbing the nape of the last guy's neck to shut him up. The last guy was undoubtedly the one who had been boasting all evening. He was handsome, and he clearly knew it. He had red hair which was slightly longer than the other two. You could tell he was cheeky as all hell just from the grin that formed on his face as he squirmed to get out of the second guy's grasp. You turned and continued towards the bar, you needed that drink and to be away from this booth now.

You found Mina just as she was about to head back towards your booth with drinks. Instead the three of you downed a few drinks at the bar and decided it was time to dance the night away. The three of you made your way down to the dance floor and started to move with the music. The DJ was playing classics mixed in with thumping tunes with dirty, sleazy bass lines. It was excellent music to dance to so it wasn't long before you lost yourself to the music. Every now and again a guy would approach you, offer to buy you a drink and ask to dance. You'd accept the drink and the dance until they got too handsy then you'd send them away.  It was a sad that you were not surprised at how pissed off and rude they became the moment you tried to send them away. One guy in particular was not giving up easily. You'd already told him to go and yet he was still trying to convince you to leave with him. You struggled to believe that he actually thought he was flirting with you or that he had a chance.

"I just wanted to make sure you were old enough before I showed you my cock."

"Sorry, I can't see things that are invisible."

"Why have you gotta be such a bitch?"

"Well you clearly didn't hear me saying no so I had to make it more obvious for you. Now get lost." The man swore at you a few more times before finally leaving you alone. Before Mina or Soojung could make their way over to you he stepped into your line of sight.

"Hey, are you alright? That dude was cursing you pretty badly."  The overconfident yet stupidly attractive redhead was staring at you with a slightly concerned face.

"I'm fine, he's just butthurt that after buying me a few drinks and dancing I still refused to sleep with him." He laughed at you and made no attempt to leave. "Can I help you?" you stared at him, taking in his features. He was wearing the hell out of the eyeliner he had on and the smirk on his face coupled with the seductive yet playful gaze he was giving you was, against your better judgement, turning you on. You blamed the drinks. It was easier to blame the alcohol.

"If you are ok with it, how about we dance for a bit? Just in case that guy or any one of the 5 others that you have sent away come back to harass you." Your eyes widened as you realised he'd been watching you for most of the night. He might have been attractive but his words were a bit creepy.

"I might pass on that since you just admitted to staring at me all night." He feigned being offended, his hand flying to his heart.

"I have in fact, been staring at a lot of women. In case you haven't realised you are on a dance floor," he gestured around you to make his point "and I was over there watching the entire dance floor. You caught my interest when every guy that you rejected came stomping past me while cursing you on their way to the bar." You laugh, not realising just how many guys you'd shut down tonight. You didn't care that they were pissed off because you had done nothing wrong. Each of them had come to you, asked to dance with you and to drink with you and none of that meant you had to fuck them. It was not your fault that they felt wronged, they just thought they were entitled to something when they weren't.

You looked up at the guy standing in front of you. You were old enough to know that he would pretend not to be like all the other guys but he'd eventually try to sleep with you. The difference here was that you felt some attraction to him even though you knew he was a jerk. You were pretty sure you were older than him but that could be fun. Younger guys took direction well after you knocked their egos down a few pegs. You knew he'd brag about his conquest but at this point you kind of didn't care. If he sucked as much as Soojung had implied then you might just have to call him out on it. It had been awhile and so far he was turning on the charm. Add that in with the drinks you'd had and how annoying he was earlier was starting to fade from your memory."Well if you are going to stay and dance I'm going to need your name. I don't dance with strangers." You winked at him, turning on your own charm.

You saw it in his gaze. He thought he had you. "I'm Baekhyun, now does the lovely lady have a name?" He smirked at you as he moved closer. You gave your name and just as the next song started you added "but you can call me noona." Baekhyun spun you so that your back was pressed against his chest as the thumping bass filled the club. You started to grind against him, moving rhythmically to the music. You heard a low groan from his throat before he started to match your movements with his own. His hips moved in sinful ways and you weren't sure how someone with hips that moved like his could possibly be bad in bed.  Dancing like this with him was turning you on and you were sure it was having an effect on him as well. Both of you kept grinding into each other as the song built up, you could feel the heat starting to pool in your core.

Your arousal grew as the song continued but you refused to let him know he'd gotten to you so you just kept dancing. You knew you were having an effect on him, you could feel it every time you ground yourself against him. The song transitioned into another song that sounded like it belonged in a strip club. The dirty bass line bringing out bolder moves from you. The two of you were essentially dry humping on the dance floor so it was of no surprise to you when Baekhyun spoke into your ear. "Please tell me you want to get out of here with me. I want to ravage you and make you scream my name. I promise, you won't regret it." And there it was, the pick-up line you'd been waiting to hear. You were intrigued by him now. You'd been told that he was lousy in bed but the way he'd danced with you, the way his hips moved, and the way his fingers traced small circles into your flesh all pointed towards him being more than capable of pleasing you in the bedroom. At this point you just had to know.

You turned to face him and were met with the full force of his lust filled gaze. Now that was pure sex. You licked your lips and he closed the gap, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was heated and you gave into it. Baekhyun's tongue collided with yours and your mouths moved against each other desperately. When you finally broke the kiss Baekhyun looked at you and said. "Do I take that as a yes because if that was how you say no then I think I understand why those guys were cursing you." You laughed and assured him that you did, in fact, want to leave with him.

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"See, I told you you'd be glad you rejected all the other guys last night. They would not have rocked your world the way I did."

You were lying in his bed trying to understand how he'd managed to do that. "Sorry, what?"

"Ah, I see, I fucked you so good your brain isn't working property." He grinned proudly, thinking you're confused response was due to being all fucked out.

"No, more like it was so bad that my brain is trying to erase it from its memory." You didn't get it. In the club he'd danced so well, and had been so in tune with the movements of both of your bodies but as soon as you'd gotten to his place it was forgotten. He rushed through foreplay and somehow those perfect fingers had not gotten you off. Then he somehow managed to almost not use his hips while thrusting into you. It was up there with the worst sex you'd ever had but unlike the other guys, this one had everything he needed to be excellent... it boggled your mind.

"What?" His tone shifted to defensive. You had hurt his ego but at this point you didn't really care. You'd been so aroused when you'd left the club only to be thoroughly disappointed in everything that happened afterwards.

"Sorry, was that good for you? Because I'm still waiting for the multitude of orgasms I was promised. Do you honestly think that if you just stick your dick in a girl and thrust until you come that she'll automatically have had the best sex ever? If you do you really need a lesson or fifty in how to please a woman." You were being mean but you were frustrated and still a bit drunk.

"What the fuck?!" You weren't sure if his tone was turning to anger or if he was trying to hide being hurt by your words. After all, he thought he was a sex god.

"Honestly, how can someone with fingers like yours not know how to properly use them? How can someone with hips like yours not use them properly? Why do you rush though foreplay? I just...I don't get it."

Baekhyun's face dropped as it finally sunk in that you weren't teasing him. He looked so pitiful as he pouted. "You're seriously not kidding are you? You're telling me I'm a lousy fuck?"

"Sorry...but yeah, I am. You have the foundations for being a phenomenal lover but you lack skill. I'm honestly confused about how you aren't better than this." You sat on the bed in silence as he absorbed your words. You looked around the room to locate where all of your clothes had ended up and you tried to remember where the exit was. It was getting awkward in the room. You'd had sex then told the poor guy that it was terrible sex and he looked so defeated. You kind of just wanted to leave and forget this whole evening ever happened.

You moved to leave the bed but Baekhyun's hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. He couldn't even make eye contact with you before he finally spoke. "Fine. Help me."

"What?!"

"Help me fuck better." You could hear how hard it was for him to get the words out. How much it hurt his ego to admit that he needed improvement. Did it have to be you though? Couldn't he just watch some decent porn and learn?

"I don't know..." You'd never thought to help the guy improve before. You weren't sure if you could help or if you could handle it if he didn't get any better. One round of bad sex was one thing, one right after the other was just depressing.

"Noona, please?" He all but whined those two words.

Those words, how could you refuse him when he'd said them like that? He'd sounded so needy and it shattered your resolve. "Fine, but on one condition."

"Anything noona. Just help me."

"You will not brag about this to anyone or I will tell everyone in great detail about how I had to teach you how to fuck a woman." Baekhyun nodded and waited for you to tell him what to do. "Do what you normally do and I will tell you what you are doing wrong so you can work out how to fix it."

It took him a few moments to gather his resolve. Baekhyun gently pushed you back down so that you were lying on the bed. He positioned himself over you before leaning down to capture your lips with his. His kiss was gentle and uncertain, his soft lips moving against yours. He moved from your lips to your neck, lightly sucking on a spot that made you shiver. He noticed this and continued to pepper your throat with kisses, occasionally moving back to suck on that spot. "Don't rush Baek, take your time."

He moved one hand to cup your breast, shifting his weight onto the other arm he was leaning on. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, lightly pinching, causing you to gasp. He shifted down so that he could take one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as he pinched the other. You moaned as he lightly bit your nipple.  He shifted his head over to your other breast as his hand travelled down to your entrance. "So wet, I must be doing something right." He was sounding cocky again but this is where everything went bad last time.

His fingers moved to  rub your clit but he kept missing the spot. "Baek, slower and to the left a bit." He slowed his ministrations and moved his hand over to the left. When he got the right spot to sucked in a breath. "Right there. Fuck."  He dipped a finger into your entrance and you groaned. He slowly pulled his finger back out and pushed it back in. He inserted a second finger and continued until you stopped him.

"Noona?" He listened as you instructed him to curl his fingers and find your g spot. It took a little while but when he found it he wasted no time in making you a moaning mess underneath him. You ground yourself onto his hand, moaning again as his fingers stretched deeper. He all but growled above you, his fingers moving a bit faster, then scissoring slightly.  His movements were hesitant but growing surer.   He obviously understood what he had to do even if the effectiveness was an uncertainty.  You whimpered his name when he scissored his fingers and that was all the encouragement he needed. You thanked a higher being that he was a fast learner. Once he had worked out how to use his fingers properly you had been unable to form coherent sentences. You felt your orgasm building and your hips started to buck into his fingers. You needed more. Those fingers were amazing but you craved more.

You moved to grab his arm and pull him back up to your face but he moved in the opposite direction. You gasped when you felt him nibbling and kissing your thigh as he made is way closer to your centre. Instead of giving you what you wanted he passed over to the other thigh and continued to bite and suck. "Please."

"Please what noona?" He moved his head so that it was only just out of reach. You could feel his breath hitting your aching core. Normally you'd be up for all of the teasing in the world but after already being deprived of your orgasm the first time round you were desperate for your release.

"Baek, please. I need to feel you. I need you to make me come. I don't care how but I need it. Please Baekhyun, please." Your begging was doing wonders for his confidence, slowly building it back up after you'd shattered it all but 20 minutes ago. His tongue made soft, little licks around your clit, curling down and around your opening.

When you cried out, Baekhyun looked up at you and chuckled. “You like that?” As he spoke, his fingers pumped slowly in and out of your dripping centre, making sure the tip of his middle finger dragged along your g-spot.

You whined and nodded your head while riding Baekhyun's fingers. His tongue swirled around your clit as he rubbed his fingers against your g spot. You were so close and when he picked up the pace with his fingers you started to come undone. This was one area where he needed no guidance. Why the hell didn't he do this the first time round?! You could probably forgive bad sex if you got eaten out this well. His fingers moved with more force and his tongue flicked your clit at a unrelenting pace. "I'm gonna come, fuck. You are so fucking good at this."  Your orgasm ripped through you, your body tingling all over and your vision going blurry.  Baekhyun slowed his movements as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

You pulled him back up to you and kissed him hard, surprising him. You could taste yourself on his tongue as your kiss deepened. You ground your hips into him, hoping he'd get the message.  He moved himself between your legs and you could feel his cock pressing at your entrance. "Fuck noona, I need to fuck you." You bucked your hips in response and he thrusted into you in one fluid motion. He felt so good inside you, stretching you in all the right ways. He snapped his hips back and forth and you remembered that you needed to fix this. A guy who could dance like him should be better than this. You tightened your legs around his waist, preventing him from pulling out as far as he had been. He whined but you cut him off when you rolled your hips into him.

"Baekhyun, use your hips like you do when you dance. Trust me, it feels so much better when you use your hips more." He slowed his movements down and started to incorporate a roll of his hips into his thrusts. "Fuck, yes. Like that, just like that."  Ever the quick learner he started to use more force as he ground his hips against you before thrusting deeply into you. You cried out and screamed for more. This was what was missing before. This is the sex you had wanted after dancing with him in the club and you were finally having your world rocked.

"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last much longer. You are taking my cock so well." His pace quickened and his thrusts hit relentlessly hit your g spot. Every time he ground hip hips into you it stimulated your clit and you were moaning his name so loudly you were sure his neighbours hated you.

"Harder Baek, fuck. So close. Please." You could only get out a few words at a time as every thrust stole your breath away. He shifted so he could slam his hips into you, your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving. Your second orgasm tore through you quickly followed by a loud moan from Baekhyun as his own release hit him. The two of you collapsed into the bed, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. You were both trying to catch your breaths before speaking. Baekhyun found his words first.

"Better?" He smirked at you.

"Well..." You couldn't help but tease him, especially when he was so sure of himself again. The look on his face was priceless. "Baek, I'm kidding. That was fucking amazing. I told you that you had everything you needed, you just needed a little direction. I don't think I can walk so I'm not leaving this bed anytime soon. Baekhyun let out a breath you didn't realise he'd been holding and visibly relaxed next to you.

"Good, I don't want to move." He rolled on his side and pulled your body against him.  As your breathing returned to normal the two of you drifted off to sleep.