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[j-onedrabbles]

𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

✧   PAIRING: BANG CHAN X FEM!READER ✧ PLOT: listened to STUCKINMYBRAINAGAIN by Chase Atlantic and decided i needed to write angst + anon requests: "Hi hi! Could I request a Channie comfort drabble/fic were the gf!reader starts to distance themselves from Channie because of a really believable dating rumor they found online involving him?" ✧   CW: fem!reader, overthinking, dating rumor, crying, unhealthy coping mechanisms (using alcohol to cope), themes of cheating (there is no actual cheating), reader is written to be of drinking age but age never mentioned, ✧   WC: 1.5K ✧   NOTE: this was kinda sitting in my drafts with a rough idea of a plot then i got an anon requests and it clicked so enjoy

     It had to be a rumor. Right?

     Y/n scrolled through her Twitter, seeing her boyfriend trending wasn’t new but, curiously clicked it to see what he did this time. Only to find it was a dating rumor. 

     At first, she thought that Stay or div-1 caught them out on one of their dates but, as she scrolled, she found that it didn’t even involve her. It was another woman. Photos from afar— like most dating rumor photos were— but Y/n could believe this was her boyfriend and someone else, but it wasn't. Was it?

     Chan was friends with half the K-pop industry and she knew he had female friends. Could it be one of them? Maybe they were just hanging out?

     The longer she looked at the tag, the more her heart ached. Chan spent long hours at the studio working on music for 3RACHA and the kids. What if it wasn't music? Just an excuse to go out with someone else?

     The angel on her shoulder told her Chan would never. He was loyal. The best boyfriend anyone could ask for. But the devil was louder. 

    She got up from the couch and tried to busy herself with anything around the house. Chan had a packed week of schedules and had already told her he was going to crash at the dorms but he promised would text her when he had time—one week of not seeing him. 

     She couldn't even talk to the guys since they all had promotions to do. What if it was a staff member? She felt like she was going to be sick. Turning on their speaker and blasting a playlist— one without any songs her boyfriend had made, which was a hard feat.

     Cleaning the whole apartment while the random Spotify playlist played. She drowned out any noise in her head for as long as she could. Even made dinner for herself and turned on a movie. Silently eating as her phone pinged with a message. She looked at the screen to see the name.

Channie♡: hey baby, just got back to the dorms. How was your day? Y/n♡: okay. Just cleaned the apartment and made dinner. Channie♡: I’m glad you got something to eat love! Are you doing alright without me so far 😉 Y/n♡: yeah. The apartment feels a little empty though. Channie♡: I’m sorry baby 😣 I’m hoping this week goes by fast. I already miss you. Try and get some sleep tonight, okay? Y/n♡: You too. Talk to you later. Channie♡: Yeah, I’ll try and text you more throughout the day, yeah? I love you ❤️ Y/n♡: ily2

     Chan looked at the last text, he knew his girlfriend. She wasn’t one to abbreviate an “I love you”. Maybe she just wasn’t having a good day? Tired maybe? She did say she cleaned the whole apartment. He wished he could at least be with her at night but with all their promoting at the moment, it was just a little easier to stay with the kids at the dorms. He’d check in with her when he woke up, maybe send her some food tomorrow.

     But he noticed the time between her responses got more and more spaced out and cut down to one or two-word answers. He tried asking her what was wrong but she always said she was fine. It was at the end of the week when one of the guy's managers told him about the dating rumor. 

     He immediately thought the same as her. Their relationship was caught by fans or div-1. The staff showed him the photos and immediately knew it wasn’t them. Yeah, the guy had the same height and build as him, dressed similarly, and had his face hidden. He thought it was him too for a moment but it was the girl he was with. Complete opposite of Y/n. 

     He took a closer look at the guy. “That's not me or Y/n. How long has this been out?”

     “All week. We knew it wasn’t either of you but we wanted your confirmation.”

     All week? The same amount of time Y/n had been acting off. “Fuck,” he sighed

     “We can put out a statement denying it and announcing you and Y/n’s relationship,” The manager suggested 

     “Let me talk to her first. I think she already knows about the rumor.” Chan was thankful it was the end of the day and he finished the last schedule. 

     He hurried to make his way back home, calling his girlfriend along the way. No answer. 

     “Hi, you’ve reached Y/n L/n. I can’t come to the phone right now but please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

     “Hi, baby. I’m on my way home. We need to talk when I get there. I love you.”

     Y/n listened to the voicemail but did nothing. One week had her spiraling. She ended up taking out one of their bottles and pouring herself a drink. Just wanting the thoughts to stop at this point. 

     She didn’t know how much she had actually been drinking, just that her world was getting blurry a bit. She didn't even register the front door opening.

     “Y/n?” Chan’s voice called

     He looked around the living room before spotting her in the kitchen. Both kept eye contact before Y/n broke down. Tears slipped from her eyes as she put the glass on the counter. 

     “Baby,” Chan ran over to her and pulled her into his arms.

     “Is there someone else Chan?” Y/n said through tears.

     He noticed the bottle of alcohol and felt worse. She’d known about it all week and said nothing. Thinking worse to the point of drinking. 

     “There’s no one else baby. Let’s get you some water and sit down, okay?”

     “Is she an idol? One of the staff?”

     God his heart broke hearing that. He should have checked Twitter or social media sooner. Slowly he sat her on the floor and quickly grabbed some water from the fridge for her. He sat down across from her and soothed her tears as best he could before getting her to drink the water.

     “Can you look at me, baby?” Chan asked softly

     Y/n looked at him, sniffling as she hugged her knees to her chest.

     “Let’s go take a nap okay? Sober up a bit and then talk. Okay?”

     “Okay…”

     Chan reached his hands towards her to help her up and walk with her to the bedroom. “How much did you drink?”

     “Don’t know. Just wanted to stop thinking about the rumor,” Y/n said as he got her under the covers. “Things are a bit blurry.”

     “Get some sleep for now. I’ll be here when you wake up and then we can talk.”

    Y/n sniffled and wrapped her arms around him, trying to keep him close. Chan did the same. Not wanting to let her go at the moment. Y/n let his warmth lull her to sleep.

     Both ended up falling asleep till morning. Not intending to but that's what happened. Chan woke up first but refused to get out of bed. First time in a week he got to wake up next to his girlfriend and he wasn’t missing out on anything. 

     He ran his hand through her hair as he looked down at her sleeping form on his chest. Slowly she started the stir, waking to her pretty boyfriend looking at her with stars in his eyes.

     “Good morning baby.”

     “Morning,” she grumbled, cuddling into him more, “I’m sorry.”

     “It’s okay baby. I almost believed it too.”

     “Doesn't excuse me for accusing you of cheating. Should have talked to you when I saw it.”

     “Hey. The company didn't even tell me till yesterday and I knew you had already seen it. I know you get in your head sometimes but, next time you see a dating rumor about me, talk to me.”

     “Don't want any more rumors about you.”

     “They asked me if I wanted to confirm our relationship. Think that’d keep the dating rumors at bay.” Chan smiled and tilted her face up to him, placing a quick kiss on her lips. “If you don't want to, that's fine baby. But I love you either way. You’re the only one I see a future with.”

     Y/n teared up a bit hearing him say that. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him back into a kiss. Chan smiled and pulled her closer to him, moving his lips in sync with hers before pulling away and resting his forehead against hers.

     “Tell Stay about us. I’m okay with the world knowing about us.” Y/n told him

     “Think you're just being possessive baby,” Chan joked.

     “Says you,” Y/n laughed at him

     “I’ll call them later. Right now I need to make up for not being around for a week.”

     Chan kissed her again and rolled her onto her back, smothering her in kisses and cuddles.

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[james-is-here]

Babes, Okay, Cheat fic idea and guess what....I use my ex's actual name cause he was honestly a jerk on the brink of being a dick.

The plot twist is that this cheat fic is more like a revenge fic in a way cause- Well, just read it, it's better than explaining it 😅 the member I used is also a mystery and I gave Mn arm tats cause it's a weakness of mine.

Specifically for @succubus-hansol because filth. This smut is filthy and messy.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist (Imk if I forgot you or you want to be added.

You were none the wiser about what your boyfriend was doing. You loved Shawn and he loved you, you trusted him and never saw him badly, he was the sweetest.

You didn't suspect the new cologne on him, the new hoodie, bruises, new necklaces, hiding his phone, elated attitude when he visited you, giving you vague answers when you ask where he's going....

Wait...

You didn't give him those things and his recent hiding from you is suspicious. How have you not looked into it sooner? Especially when he use to shrug when you took his phone, now he makes up excuses as to getting it out of your hand.

"Hey, where you going?" "Um...my mom needs my to help in her garden. I'll be back later." Okay, that's suspicious. "Isn't your car with your brother?" "Oh, I'm taking an uber." "Oh, okay. Love you!" You yell but he's already out the door. That's what tipped you off, first he was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and loose fitting slacks and boots. Second, he hates getting dirty, he doesn't do anything that gets him or his hands dirty.

When he came home hours later, he was tipsy, swaying everywhere and tripping over his feet before collapsing onto the couch and you watched from the dining table.

His phone ends up on the floor and you take the chance to check it. You two shouldn't hide things from each other but he does and you can't help but to listen to the devil on your shoulder, while your angel is trying to get you to trust Shawn but all you do is block it out.

You pick up his phone and unlock it, surprisingly it's the same passcode as always and yet he keeps it from you. Opening his app history, you see his messages and see that he's texting someone with the cliche contact name of "Doordash". Did he really think that you'd think the app itself was texting him?

Doordash: You just left and I already miss you 🥺

Doordash: When can we meet up again?

Doordash: I'm free tomorrow, wanna meet up at the convenience store next to my place?

Is he...seeing someone behind your back? Clearly this person doesn't know about you like you didn't know about him.

Scrolling through other messages, your chest tightens when you check a chat and realize that's it's yours and he fucking named you "Grubhub".

There's other contacts and fake names that haven't had any interactions in years, you and "Doordash" are the only ones minus his family members.

You pull out your phone and open your uber that you shared with him. Last ride on your account was surprisingly thirty minutes away. Closing out of the app and opening your contacts, you make a new one and save the "Doordash" number before going back to the other persons number.

After forever of texting Shawn, you know how to play the part.

You: Of course ❤️ I'm free as well, what time?

Doordash: Five okay with you? Wanna take you out before taking you to my bed. 😏

Damn, whoever this was is one smooth motherfucker.

You: Oh I can't wait 😩 See you then 😘

You delete the messages on your end then put the phone back with Shawn and leave yourself a reminder of what you just committed to.

What's shocking is you don't really feel hurt that he's been lying to you. Maybe a little but honestly you think you'll survive without Shawn.

When your reminder went off, Shawn was passed out in bed still. He woke up on the couch, hungover and in pain, so he was sleeping the previous night off.

"Mn, where you going?" He mumbled when he heard you digging through your closet. "Boss called me in for a little bit for a staff meeting and I need to pick up my paycheck. Won't be gone long." "Mmm okay." He hums as he stretches before settling and promptly passing out.

Leaving the bedroom with jeans and a grey t-shirt hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, showing the black ink chinese dragon wrapped around your right forearm and ivy vines wrapped around your left.

You grab a white cap and your keys, slipping on your shoes then heading out the door. The drive is short and you have to park across the street but looking around, you don't see anyone possibly looking for someone else until ten minutes after the set time.

A guy wearing all black walked to the door of the convenience store and leaned against the wall next to it, checking his phone and then turning his head back and forth, this has to be him.

Turning off your car, you get out quickly then cross the street, leaning on the other side of the door. You wait a couple minutes, glancing at him a couple times before the bell of the store rings. "Excuse me, you both are loitering. Either come in and get something or leave." The store owner scolds and you went to speak but the other spoke first. "Sorry, Ma'am, I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-" You quickly jump in, knowing she won't take that as an excuse. "No problem, Ma'am, we'll get out of your hair."

You give the other a tight lipped smile and walk over to him. "Sorry, come on." He surprisingly follows you to the side of the shop and you both find a bench. "Um, so why'd you do that? I was actually waiting for someone." "Sorry, again. Who were you waiting for?" "My boyfriend. His name is Shawn. I really should at least go back, at least nearby so he can find me."

He goes to stand but you stop him. "So you're Doordash?" "I- Excuse me?" Sighing, you rub your eyes and lean back. "Uh, okay...Shawn wasn't the one that messaged you to meet him here. It was me. He's also my boyfriend..." "What? No, Shawn wouldn't do that to me." "I thought the same thing. He told me last night he was going to help his mom in the garden." He sat up and looked at you almost in realization. "When he left my place he said he needed to get home to take care of his mom cause she was sick." "He came home tipsy last night." "We...We drank last night, how the fuck didn't I make that connection?" He berates himself and slouches back against the bench.

You both stare at the road ahead of you before you speak up. "Well...I'm Mn. What's your actually name Mister Doordash?" "Doordash?" You snicker at his confused face, thinking about it he is really cute. "Shawn named you Doordash in his phone. I was Grubhub." "That's so dumb." "That's what I said!" You laughed and a small smile graces his face. "I'm Chris or Chan. Guess it's...nice to meet you? I don't know." "I don't know either."

You both stare at the road again but you turn to look at Chan. He really did look cute, you guess Shawn can choose good men. He has a good looking face, fluffy hair peaking out of the beanie he wore, and you couldn't help but take in every detail, including how soft his lips looked, then you realized they were moving.

"Your ink looks cool." "Huh?" You blink, spaced out for a moment. "Your tats, they look really cool." "Oh, thanks." "So...Since we're both currently ghosting Shawn, wanna go get something to eat? It's better than sitting here and honestly I don't want to go home yet." You notice he's looking down at his fidgeting hands and glancing at your arms.

"Yeah, beats failing to try and get back at him and not coming up with anything." Honestly, since looking through his phone, the devil on your shoulder has taken the reins and you honestly wouldn't mind getting back at Shawn by using Chan.

"Can I be straight with you?" "Um, I think that'd still make you gay." You shake your head with a smirk as you laugh, throwing your head back. "Oh, you got jokes, huh?" He lets out a laugh and it's clear that the awkwardness is gone.

"I meant, smartass, can I be honest with you?" He giggles and nods. "Yeah." "We go get food, I pay, and then we get back at Shawn." "We?" You hum and stand up. "Food first, honestly I'm really hungry. I'll tell you then, yeah?" He sits up, looking up at you and then sighing and standing. "Yeah, okay. You will pay, right? Shawn makes me pay." "I always pay." "Okay then."

He actually takes you to Changbin's restaurant, his best friend. A homey bistro Chan helped him make a reality. "Who's this?" Changbin asked when Chan brought you to the bar in front of the open kitchen. "Funny story, actually. Mn, this is Changbin. Changbin, this is Mn, Shawn's boyfriend." Changbin choked on the water he was sipping and almost dropped his cup.

"You're joking." Chan sighs and sits down, you sitting next to him. "Nope. Apparently we were secrets, even in his phone." "Ooh, what were your names?" Changbin has heard of fast food contact names but has never heard it in person so he was eager to hear as he leaned on the bar in front of him. "Doordash." Chan answered and you followed with, "Grubhub."

Changbin grimaces and whistles lowly. "That's sucks. Anyways, whatcha want to eat?" Chan orders his and you get the same thing, not really sure what to get since his friend's menu looked really good.

When he delivered your food, Chan immediately started eating but you messed with your fries. "Hey, daydreamer, you okay?" Changbin teases when he returned from another customer. "Oh, yeah." "Thought you were super stunned by your food but you haven't even eaten anything." "Sorry, just never been cheated on and I feel like I should be upset. I mean I am but I also don't care." "People react differently. Honestly, if I was you I'd get revenge sex." Chan choked on his soda, couching and gasping and you reach over and pat his back.

"Ch-Changbin!" "What? That's just me." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I like you...funnily enough, I've actually been thinking the same thing." "Seriously?" Chan cleans up the soda he spilled and Changbin lowers his hands. "Yeah."

Chan didn't know how to answer, he just looked away and this time it was him staring at his fries. "Well, sleeping with other people wouldn't really be revenge but I guess-" "Dude, of course it's not revenge. I meant you and Mn. I-I mean if you want, y'know." Then he glances at you. "He's not bad looking, if you don't take him I will." You chuckle shyly while finally eating your fries. "Plus, you do have a thing for tat-" "Changbin! Please...I love you, mate, but shut up." "Dude, don't yell at me, you literally look like you brought him on a date."

He suddenly looks around, an older couple in a booth, a younger couple a couple seats down from you at the bar, and a teen on a laptop with headphones on at a table near the window. Looking at you, he smiles sheepishly. "Sorry." "It's okay. Also wouldn't mind getting revenge with you." "Really?" "Yeah." You smile, looking down at the counter, glancing at Chan's friend then back to Chan. "Shawn is good a picking the cute ones."

He sighs, a shy grin on his face as he rests his elbows on the counter and covers his face. "He flusters easily, doesn't he?" "He's usually confident and flirty, this is a first." "Oh really?" Changbin snickers when you lean over to Chan and he doesn't notice. "Chan?" He uncovers his face to look at Changbin but jumps when he sees your smirking face, dropping his hands onto the counter with a small slap as he leans away, hiding his smile in his shoulder as he completely blocks the two of you out.

"You both are jerks." You lean back to your seat with a soft chuckle and watch Chan straighten back up. "Are you serious though?" "I'm not usually one to sleep with people I just met but yeah, I am." Suddenly Changbin is harshly setting down his towel on the counter and leaving from behind the bar and coming over to Chan, pushing him out of his chair then pushing you out of yours.

"For two people who just met, there's a lot of tension so go take care of it, lunch is on me, go, go, go." "Wait, I said I'd pay though." "Don't fight with Changbin, if he says it's on him, it's on him, I've tried." Chan answers you as his friend shoves you out.

"Go, forget Shawn, have fun, I don't know." He pushes you out the door and then shrugs at the end of his sentence. "I swear, why am I friends with him?" "I heard that!" He yelled from the other side of the door.

Standing there awkwardly, you put your hands in your pockets and look down at the sidewalk. "Um, we don't have to at this moment...we could just watch a movie if that's okay." Maybe a movie could relax your nerves a little. "Yeah, that's okay." He smiles and steps away with you following, taking you to his place which is surprisingly a block away.

His apartment was cozy, not too many decorations but enough to show his personality and what he likes. "It not much but it's mine." is what he said when the both of you entered. "It's nice." You replied.

Now you sat on his couch, he sat cross legged on one side and you were stretched out on the other, arms crossed lazily on your stomach. It was a bit awkward, just sitting there in silence but it was okay.

Chan suddenly moved to sit closer to you and you glance at him from your peripheral. "How long had you been with Shawn?" "Mmm a year?" "Damn..." "What?" "He was with you before me. Six months." You shake your head, honestly astonished with this information.

Bringing up his knees, you saw his hand reach out to your leg before it stopped and his arm wrapped around his legs. Bringing a knee up, your thigh moved closer to him and you readjust, an arm going over the back of the couch, and he moved slowly to mess with the threads of your ripped jeans, turning his head only slightly but mostly hiding his face in his knees.

He slowly moves from the threads to the edge of the rip and then his fingers slip into the rips, fingers soft on the small exposure of your thigh.

Hesitantly, you take his hand into yours, just holding it but he tightens the hold slightly and pulls it towards him while crossing his legs and holding it in his lap, not even realizing he's practically encased himself with your arms in front of him and behind him.

His fingers are light while tracing over the head of your tattooed dragon, tracing its body and turning your arm to trace the lightning around its body. You stare at the side of his head, watching his eyes take in the details of the ink.

For a moment, you get lost in his beautiful features. You suddenly act on impulse, his hands moving from your arm when you raise your hand to his chin and turned him towards you. "You trapped yourself." You said softly and his eyes move around rapidly and suddenly realize where he is. "O-Oh, sorry." "You really do like people with ink, don't you?" "Yeah. I-I don't know why...just looks cool."

Tilting your head, you move forward and kiss his cheek, then his jaw, and when he doesn't pull away you move under his jaw, your kisses were soft and were barely there.

He inhaled sharply when you pressed your lips under his jaw, specifically under his ear, and you graze your teeth over the spot to get his reaction, a barely audible whine, before biting and sucking. Biting his lip, he lets out a soft moan and automatically tilts his head to give you more room and you move your hand from holding his chin to under the other side of his jaw and hold him where he was.

Attacking more of his neck, his noises were soft and held back as he kept his mouth shut, his hand moving to your knee, nails digging into your knees and causing a dull pain but your jeans lessen it.

Your hand moves to his thigh as you move back on the couch, getting closer and pulling his thigh towards you which makes the male move, uncrossing his legs and moving just as close.

Without thinking, your left hand still on the back of the couch moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair then pull him back. That finally got a noise out of him, his lips parting and letting out a soft moan as he turns his head slightly towards you, lips still parted as his chest heaves out the soft pants he's panting out. His eyes wide and glancing at your lips, shining with spit from your recent attack.

You lean forward slowly, tilting your head and your lips barely touch before one of your phones is ringing. Pulling away, you look towards the sound and find your phone on the coffee table, Shawn's contact on the screen.

Looking back to Chan, he nods his head and you let go of his hair, leaning forward and picking your phone up before answering it bringing it to your ear at the same time Chan sits up, pushing you against the back of the couch and you watch as he throws his leg over your spread legs and sits on your lap.

"Oh-" "Mn? You okay, you've been gone for ages." You put the phone on speaker and hold it away from yourself as Chan places his left hand on your neck and his right on your bicep then leans into your neck, returning the marks that you gave him. "Ah~ Yeah, I'm okay, did you need something?" "No, just miss you. Thought it was just a staff meeting and getting your check?" "I-It was, boss kept me longer. He promoted me." "That's amazing!" That promotion was two weeks ago. "So you'll be home soon?" "Yeah, I should be. M-Mom asked me to stop and pick up dog food for Brexit." "Okay...Well, hurt back, yeah?" "I will." "Okay. See you soon, Mn." "You too, bye Shawn."

You hang up, tossing your phone onto the floor softly before placing your hands on Chan's thighs and turning to the left, laying him down and hovering above him between his legs. "You are braver than you look." "Thank you?" He asks with a laugh which made you smile.

"Now, can I continue what I was doing before I was interrupted?" "Yes. Please." Smiling, you lean down, barely touching his lips before you change your mind and lean up slightly, lifting your hand and thumbing his bottom lip, parting his lips further apart, his eyes locked on yours that are on his lips. "So obedient even though you just met me." His eyes flutter as he whines. You gently push his bottom lip back up so he closes mouth around your thumb and it's like automatic as he start sucking it. "How did Shawn get a hold of you? He hates being dominate."

He moans around your thumb when you push into his tongue then slip your thumb from his lips. "I-I'm m-more of a switch...but I haven't really, um, switched...guess I could only find subs so I never was one." "Well, now you can be."

Finally, you lean down and connect your lips, firm and absolutely certain that this is what you want cause when your lips connected with his full, soft ones and they parted easily for you, you didn't want to stop as you slipped your tongue in and swipe it along his, pulling a proper moan out of him and he sounds so good you can't help but groan in return.

His arms drape around your neck and pull you closer. In return, you act on impulse and lower yourself onto him and he moans again when your pelvis meets his, grinding your clothed growing hard-on into his.

Breaking apart for air, you move to his neck again and his back arches closer to you. "H-Hyung- Fuck, sorry." His hand flys to his mouth as you pick your head up. "So you have a thing for tatted older men?" "Am I wrong? I'm sorry." "I'm two years older than Shawn." "Same age as him..." Smiling, you kiss the corner of his mouth. "Then no, you're not wrong."

You lean back down, pressing your lips firmly to his before a ring tone goes off again. "Are you fucking serious?" You groan as you look up and grab Chan's phone, he takes it and answers but his hips still jolt up to meet yours. "Hey." "Chan! I'm bored~ Can we hang out?" "Um, one sec, can you call me back in a few minutes, I'm busy at the current moment." "Oh, yeah, sure." Chan hangs up, putting his phone on the table and pushing you off him to switch spots with him straddling your lap.

He pushes your shirt out of the way and drags his nails down your toned stomach before he comes to your belt, fingers fiddling with your buckle in fake struggle, fingers nudging into your bulge below the accessory as he pulls it apart, the buckle clinking against itself while he unbuttons your pants then slowly dragging down the zipper.

"Chan...Baby, go faster." You pant out before throwing your head back against the cushion when his hand palms you and opens your pants wider to fully hold you. Hissing at the sensation before huff out a moan and look back down at Chan's movements. "Fuck." "Baby make Hyung feel good?" He asked, his eyes wide and wanting as he bit his lip, humping into his own hand. "Yeah, baby. Shit, making hyung feel so good." His hand squeezes your bulge slightly before he lets go and pulls down your boxers.

Hissing at the cold air, you grip his thighs, attempting to pull him closer. "Hyung so...big...and heavy..." He purposefully lets some of his spit drip onto your tip as he begins to stroke you. "Baby, remember, Shawn's calling you back soon." "I know. You answer when he does and switch it to video call." "You crazy?" "For you? I am now. You think I'd let a guy and dick like you go?"

You chuckle as he scoots back on the couch, pulling your jeans further down to your knees and only pulls your boxers down to mid-thigh. "Gonna suck me off, Baby?"

His answer is taking your tip between his lips, tongue lapping at your pre-cum and swirling around your tip. "Fuck, so good." He takes more of you into his mouth, tongue moving rapidly on the underside of your cock, he moans as he pulls off of you with a 'pop' and exhales heavily as he strokes you, licking the underside of your cock. His actions all messy and sticky with saliva and pre.

His phone goes off again and you look over, grabbing it then looking back down to Chan who nods with a dazed smile and blown pupils. Answering it, you change it to video chat and point it at the ceiling before switching the camera to face the floor. "Chan? Why are you showing your floor, silly?"

He taps your thigh as he takes your cock down his throat and you groan as your head falls back, temporarily distracted as his warm, wet mouth takes you all the way in. "Ooh, you jerking off babe? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

You sigh out a moan, lifting your head then facing the phone towards Chan. "Wha- What the fuck, Chan?! You're cheating on me?!" You groan as he pulls up, his tongue sticking out as he reaches your tip and lets it rest on the pink muscle, his eyes blown wide and crossed slightly as he looks up at you. Your hand brushing through his hair, tangling in the strands and scratching his scalp, his eyes close as he moans. "Wait, Mn?! I recognize that tattoo, what the actual fuck?!"

"You cheated on us first..." Chan closes his mouth and starts bobbing his head, slurping and sucking, completely focused on your cock that he's become drunk on. "So don't go yelling at us." "This isn't fair." "What i-isn't fair is y-you cheating on me s-six months after we got together...a-and ch-cheating on Chan with me after that..." You get out through stuttery breaths as Chan's mouth felt so fucking good.

"W-We also know you were hiding us from each other. Doordash and G-Grubhub, really?" Chan gags on your length and gasps as he pulls back, jerking you off quickly as he rests your tip on his tongue again. "Fuck, Baby, go faster...gonna cum, baby, I'm so close." With your words, a moan, and a quick "Oh fuck!" You cum on his tongue as he keeps stroking you, humming at your release shooting into his mouth and when you finish, panting heavily, he licks your tip with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and shows his tongue mainly to you but Shawn was still yelling at the both of you.

He closes his mouth, swallowing your cum then sticking his tongue out to show you it's gone. You push yourself up, flipping the camera around before kissing Chan messily, tongues tangling together and you taste yourself on his tongue.

"We're done Shawn." You lean away from Chan and look at the phone, the younger male moving to leave marks on your neck as well. "Fuck both of you. This isn't fair." He hangs up and you laugh, tossing the phone away gently.

"Isn't fair, is he for real?" You think aloud before Chan is turning your head and kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he moves back onto your lap and your hands hold his hips. "Hyung, please fuck me, I need you so bad." "Here or your room?" "Fuck me right here, please." "You can beg better, can't you?" "Hyung, please stuff me full. I-I need your cock, need it so bad, please Hyung, please." His his rut into yours, grinding his clothed erection onto yours, moaning freely.

"Baby so needy for his cunt to be full, huh? Only needy for me, right? You'll be mine from now on, right? Always want my cock stuffing you, keeping you full?" "Fuck, Hyung, please~" His moan morphs into a whine as his hips move faster.

You lay him down, sliding off your pants and boxers before pulling of Chan's sweats, finding him wearing only the sweats as his cock slips from the sweats and lays on his stomach, hard and leaking. "Commando, huh?" "I-I always was when I met up with him...now only for you." "Shit, you're so fucking cute." You toss his sweats next to your jeans before taking off your shirt.

"So hot..." His hands find your body as you hover over him and lick into his mouth. Your hand slips under his hoodie, hands smoothing over his skin and pushing up his hoodie. "W-Wait, I want to k-keep this on." "Okay." Your hand squeezes his peck before you move your fingers to pinch his nipple. "Ah~ Shi- S-Sensitive." He moans, arching his back and throwing his head back.

"I'm not removing it, just lifting it up." You say as you push the hoodie out of the way before leaning down and biting his tit. His hands, now covered by the sleeves of the hoodie, find your hair, gripping it when you move to bite and suck his nipple. His moans were music to your ears as you let go of his nipple and kiss up to his neck, biting and sucking under his ear.

"Hyung, please." He takes your cock into his hand, stroking you lazily. "I need to prep you though." "No, please." "Have you bottomed before?" He nods. "Please, I-I want...I need it, Please. I want the stretch...please, Hyung." He begs and you kiss him, your cock still covered in spit as you prop yourself up next to his hip, his legs folding next to your waist and spreading wider.

"Fuck." He wanted to watch but you are way bigger than he anticipated as you pushed yourself in, moving your hand to the side of his other hip. "Hngh~ Ah fuck~" His voice became higher, whinier as he lets out choked moans. "S'good, S'big. Hyungie s'big, ah~" He whines softly as he brings his hands up, clad with sweater paws as he hides his face.

"Yeah? Baby feel good? I haven't started fucking you and you're cock drunk. Has it been that long since you've been fucked?" "Y-Yes." "Then I will give you all I have." "Please, Hyung." "Don't worry, baby, I will."

You push yourself up, sitting back with your hands on his knees, holding him open. "Fuuuck Channie Baby...." Your left hand slides down his thighs and splayed itself on his toned stomach. "You look so fucking good. Such a good looking body, how did I not find you sooner?" Leaning back more only slightly, you gather quite a bit of saliva and let it fall off your tongue, landing on his hole and your length before you push in more.

Your right hand joins your left before holding his waist tightly and pushing forward at the same time you pull him towards you until you're finally all the way inside him. "Fuck~ S-S'full...S'big, fu-hgnh~" He squirms, body restless as he adjusts and his chest heaving heavily as it felt like the air was punched out of his lungs, his hands wanting to push him up to see but they let him go and his back arches.

You move your hands next to his head, mouth attaching to his and you swallow his moans, licking along his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. You claimed his mouth feverishly as you pull your hips back, leaning on your arm without pulling away to bring his leg up to his chest and hook it over your shoulder, leaning onto the other arm and bringing his other leg up and pushing it out.

"Hyung! Fuck, Fuck, right th-there!" "Already?" "Y-Yes, Yes, please move. Please fuck me, fuck...fuck me a-as if w-we d-didn't just meet each other, please." "Shit, you're gonna be the death of me now."

You push back in hard and he yelps, back arching the furthest so far as the moan he lets out is practically pornagrahic, you immediately thrust into him quick and hard, hitting his prostate dead on and drawing a moan with every harsh thrust into him.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Baby. So warm, so good. Such a good boy, practically letting a stranger fuck you." As he looks at you, his mouth is wide open, moans falling past his lips, and his eyes are blown wide and glassy with want, need, and lust. "M-Mn, F-Fu-uck, Hyung-" He gasps at the harsh thrust, your tip punching into his prostate. "I-I..." He whines, closing his eyes and looking away, covering his face with his right hand.

"You what, baby?" "I-I...I-I can't s-say it...just met you..." "We're w-well past that, Baby, just say it." "Fuck, I'm sorry...I-I l-love you, Hyung...I'm sorry." Leaning down, you give him a kiss, biting his bottom lip before letting it go and returning to hover over him. "It's okay, Baby. It's okay. I love you, too. Gonna take you out after this, screw Shawn, your mine n-now. G-Gonna treat you s-so well, g-gonna spoil my baby."

"Hyung, Fuck!" He arches into your chest, head thrown back. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, faster, faster, AH FUCK!" Your hand wraps around his length, helping him closer to his high before he's cumming hard, shooting up to where his hoodie is bunched up on his chest and he squeezes hard around your length.

He whines in overstimulation as you keep thrusting into him. "Just a little longer, s'close, gonna fill you up, fuck it deep into your cunt." He clenches around you, making you moan softly at the feeling. "You like that? Wanna be bred? Want my cum deep inside you, have my babies?" He moans as his dick twitches slightly. "Fuck, gonna cum, fill you full, Shit~" You cum with a moan, groaning a moment later as you thrust into him deeply, barely moving your hips as he moans at the feeling of your warm seed fills him up.

"Don't...Don't pull out..." You chuckle tiredly, collapsing onto him with your face in his neck. "U-Unless you c-can carry me t-to m-my room, we're laying here." You gently let his legs go, moving your own legs in order to sit up and take him with you. He yelps in shock as your dick shifts but still stays inside him.

"Think you can lean back and grab your pants?" "No, I sleep naked." "Okay then." You grab his thighs and stand up, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving small kisses before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, cuddling into your arms.

"Do you have a plug?" "I'm hugging it." He mutters and you physically have to stop and laugh. "That's not...Really?" He giggles as you enter his room, closing the door behind you then moving to sit on his bed. "No, hold on." He detaches himself from you and leans to his right slightly to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a plug.

"Want me to put it in?" "Obviously." You take the object from him and he places his hand on your shoulder as yours move to his ass, squeezing the soft skin and spread him before lifting him up, you slip out of him with a slight squelch noise then replace yourself with the toy. "Fuck..." "You okay?" He whines, shifting on your lap as your hands stay on his ass. "S'empty..." You chuckle, kissing his temple. "I'll get you a bigger toy so you'll always be full."

He pulls back, meeting your eyes. "Really? Y-You don't h-have to, I-I was just saying that stuff to...get off." "Were you really? I was serious, going to take you out tomorrow and spoil the hell out of you. Sounded like you were serious too, remember? Can't let a good guy and dick like me go." "I-I did...Shit..."

"Do you want to be something with me?" "I do. You're so much better than everyone else." "Then from now on you're my baby, my sweet baby boy, okay?" He nods shyly, leaning forward to hide his blushing face in your neck. "I'm your baby boy, Hyung. I..." He hesitates and you kiss his shoulder. "I love you, baby." He whines, tightening his hold around your neck. "Mmm...I love you too, Hyung."

Taking him with you, you lay down under his covers before covering you both up, he snuggles under his blankets and closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he tucks himself under your chin, nose nuzzling at your neck and taking in your scent as your arms wrap around his shoulders and hug him close.

"Good night, Channie Baby."

"Good night, Mn-Hyung."

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

I’m so obsessed with your werewolf AU, it’s so good and I really enjoy your writing! This may be a weird request but how about a oneshot where Michael is finally caught and locked up again, but years after he breaks out again and returns to his s/o?

You can write it whenever you want, don’t feel rushed uvu have a really nice day! ❤️

That is an interesting one-shot request. I had to get a little break from the writing cause the last thing I need is a burnout halfway in the process. And another note, I'm not a huge fan of the other Halloween movies that has the whole Michael and Laurie siblings' plot point, so I'll try my best with this and try not to have a burnout.

And finally, Thanks Anon hope your day is going well.

===Return to me===

18+ Minors DNI

He went off on his usual routine when you left for work that day. When you returned from work, he was still away. He left a note saying he'll be back around 4 in the morning, so you didn't have to wait for him to have supper cause he usually fills up on his hunts. The night started to get late, and you decided to get to bed. You think to yourself you'll wake up tomorrow with Michael cuddling up as usual with him sleeping and arms wrapped around your waist close to his chest. You drifted off, hopefully to see him in the morning.

You awaken around 7 am. Noticing the lack of Michael in your shared bed, he left a note, and he said he would be home around 4. Where was he? You got up and checked your phone, a message from your friends saying they finally caught The Beast. Your heart dropped in your chest. No, it can't be. It was by the time you turned on the TV as the morning news talked about the capture of Michael Myers, The Beast of Haddonfield. Footage from last night played seeing your man being held with rope and muzzle with him snarling, barking and whining before he was tranqed to load him up in the Armored Car.

Your heart broke. He was now gone, captured after you've been together for 3 years now. You couldn't help but cry. You thought you'll never seen him again. You remember the first time you met him, he was about it eat you but spared you and later coming to your back door with a flower in his blood covered hands. Remember the first time you saw his face, your first kiss, the many times you and him went out in the woods on his back, the first time having a night of passion, all the cuddling and him always saying about the day of having pups. But it will never happen, Michael was caught during his hunt. He'll probably be back in Smith's Grove. You cried through the whole day in your house, the place you and Michael lived in.

His stuff was still here from the past 3 years. His various clothing, hair brush, a squeaky toy you gotten him as a gag gift for him, but he fell in love with it, and all the Polaroid pictures you take of the both of you. "He's gone, taken away from me..." You said as tears stand your cheeks and eyes reddened. "I hope one day, he'll return back to me." You said as you placed his things in a boxes till the day he comes back home.

6 Years Later

You were walking home from a friend's place late in the night and was thinking to yourself as you watch the twilight sky. You opened your door to your house. You couldn't bear to move out from the house it had too many memories of Michael in it. Locking the door behind and putting your coat on the rack, you noticed something off. The back door was opened. "Someone broken in?..." You thought. "The Key under the rock! Shit!" You yelled in your thoughts. Arming yourself in case the robber was still here, you heard heavy footsteps from the upstairs. Their in the bedroom. Slowly moving up the stairs, trying your best to not alarm them.

The door was ajar when you got there. You'll catch them off guard and knock them out and call the police. Taking a deep breath you charged into your room to see no one. "Huh?" You said. Unaware, the figure behind wrapped one around your waist and one hand coving your screams. You struggled under the grip until you felt the familiar lips on your cheek and low growls. "Hello Y/n, you missed me?" The voice, was it?

The grip loosened for you to look at the figure. It was Michael.

"Mr. Wolf?" You said as tears started to form in your eyes. "Hi little lamb." He said, stroking your hair. You started to cry and hug him. It's been so long. "Thought I wouldn't see you ever again." You said in tears muffled by Michael's shirt. "I cried for so long when I heard you were caught 6 years ago. I thought you were dead." You looked at him with watery eyes. "I thought so too, but I'm here now. I managed to escape and hicked hike under a tarp on a truck." Michael replied, wipping the tears from your eyes. "I remember your scent. You never left here." Michael said. "I couldn't. I have too many memories, our time together." You replied with a teary smile. "I kept your things." You told him as you made your way to the closest.

Boxes marked "Michael's things" were taken out of your closet to show Michael. 3 boxes worth of it, one for his clothes and the others his favorite things. "You kept them all." Michael replied, seeing his old things before he was caught. He picked up his hair brush he really liked. "I would fall asleep with one of your shirts to remind me of you, holding me in your arms at night." You said as you guided his arms around you once more. "I never forgot about you." You said hugging him tight. "I found love with you." He said as he lifted your chin up and kissed you deeply.

Michael's passionate kisses never did change over the 6 years. Kissing the special spot in the crook of your neck. "I wanted to do this for so long after getting out." He said in his low growl and lifted you up and on to the shared bed.

The night was filled with passionate pleasure. You moaned from the amount of it. He rolled his hips into yours as he took his time. He was waiting to do this after being captured, kissing your lips and your body throughout. "Do you remember when I said that one day you'll bear my pups?" Michael asked with low grunts. "I do." You replied with gasps, you close to your orgasm as Michael started to pick up the pace. He was close behind. "Well." Michael said as he grunt with teeth sharpening, claws forming, and fur starting to sprout. "Do you still want to bear them?" He asked. You both were getting closer to your climax as Michael started to change into his Wolf forme. "I. I. I. I. I Do." You were on the edge till Michael folded you into the Mating Press as he huffed and puffed till you both orgasmed. You screamed Michael's name as he howled driving his Knott deep into you pussy.

Holding you as you came down from your high. You never felt so good in so long. He knows where to hit your sweet spot, feeling his breath on your sweat drenched body as he pants with his clawed hands, holding you in place to finish filling your womb with his hot seed. You kissed that wet nose of his, smiling at him. He changed back as he pulled out and laid right beside you, kissing your lips and rubbing his hand over your tummy. "Will it happen, you, me, and sounds of little paws on the floor?" You asked Michael as he kissed your forehead. "Someday, Y/N. Someday." Michael replied as he wrapped you up in the sheets over your body to get some sleep after the cool down. Placing your cheek on his chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling his rising and falling chest.

"Welcome Home, Michael." You said as you close your eyes for some sleep.

[sickiebabytae]

If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things. 

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do. 

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up. 

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :( 

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself. 

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please." 

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up. 

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob. 

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you." 

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so. 

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat. 

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

[cchickki]

WIP Game

i was tagged by @malabadspice & @soft-girl-musings thank you loves ❤️

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

next chapter of Tomorrow Never Came - my Miguel x reader story. been stuck on this chapter since august.

next chapter of Beyond the Deep - my mass effect story. ive been working on this chapter little by little, but writing cosmic horror (especially lovecraftian horror) is complex so it definitely takes longer.

next chapter of both of my Crossing Path series (uncharted) - Sam Drake x OC. these are my main focus right now, since they’re literally 7 years in the making.

my peaky blinders fic Joanne - John Shelby x OC. I feel bad, I get messages on fanfiction.net about continuing this one still (haven’t updated it in 3 years) but I just don’t like the direction the show went.

I have a generation war (unsere mütter unsere väter) I’d like to finish, it’s an angsty romantic story about charly and wilhelm.

I’ve been brainstorming on a sydcarmy one shot (the bear) but have no idea how I’m going to go about it

I’ve also been brainstorming on a succession mini story or one shot focused on kendall and rava (succession), maybe one not centered around the plot of the show.

my rewritten story of a woman at war (band of brothers). Adding more stuff from the original, and it’s rewritten from an older fic so I was fixing it up. Even though I have all the material I need, been going through a history beta and adding all that extra stuff with extra research to make it accurate is tiring. I need to get back on it though, that story is my baby.

my inspiration for writing has been at an all time low, i literally haven’t worked on anything since early September. Hoping to get out of this writers block and depression soon so I can go back to doing what I enjoy.

I’m tagging (no pressure): @not-those-kids, @durrtydawg, @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius, @swaps55, @ghostofwinter, @feyhunter78, @lilsnatch, @libertatias

[plscallmeeren]

W I L L Y O U T A K E M Y C A S E ? P T 3

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: when texting turns to sexting, you decide to break the sexy ice (double pun intended), basically no plot other than that 👍 no comment

Warnings: Swearing; oral (female receiving); fingering; all kinds of sec ig; praise kink; daddy kink; top!reader; bottom!Jen; edging; smoking

Word Count: 2K+

You and Jennifer were practically an item. No labels or anything - after all, she was still officially your lawyer, but that didn't change the fact that you saw each other almost every day and never paused your texting.

You were currently lying on your bed thinking about this wonderful fact, pretending to read a book called Transactional Analysis that you were already two chapters into but certainly hadn't gained any knowledge from.

Your phone pinged. You were very pleased to find it was a picture from Jennifer, opening your chat happily. She had told you about a conference she was attending today. What could be so interesting there that she'd send a photo.

You read the message under the photo before opening it.

I snuck out of the meeting to send you this... hope you like it ❤️

Thoroughly confused, you downloaded the image, only to have your eyes practically bulge out of your skull.

The photo consisted of Jennifer, no top, skirt pulled to her ankles, pushing her breasts (lacy bra, simple black) towards the camera with a hand in between her thighs. The text across the middle read 'thinking of you 💋'.

Realising you had stopped breathing, you did so, deeply, pushing your head back into the covers of the bed, your own hand venturing south to cup the growing tent in your pants. "Fuck."

After a moment's calm, you typed back, seeing she was still online.

You wanna do this now?

Do what, lover boy?

You really want me to fuck you today?

If you insist...

A voice-mail followed her message, but this time you were prepared.

Well, perhaps not entirely prepared, because the sound of her moaning your name had you halfway over the edge already.

Take off your panties. Pull up your skirt and put on that top. Go back to the meeting. After, come straight to my apartment. No stopping on the way.

Whatever you say, daddy 😘

You heaved a breath, repositioning your pants. She drove you wild, that was for certain.

You had thought about fucking her before, of course. How couldn't you, she was gorgeous. And something told you it might just be different to sex with any other woman (apart from how much you liked her).

You were certainly no stranger to hook-ups, and you liked pleasuring women very much, not to mention getting a good blowjob or so, but you never actually fucked anyone.

You were scared, and that's all there was to it. Scared you'd be too big, too hard, that you would accidentally go too hard.

But this was She-Hulk. This was a big woman, almost incapable of injury, and how could that go wrong?

You were ecstatic. And you would be lying if you said you didn't listen to that voice mail more than thirty times in the next few minutes.

•••

Jennifer hadn't heard half of the conference points that she should have, but it didn't matter. She could ask a coworker tomorrow.

Her thighs aches from rubbing together for the past hour and her core throbbed to no avail, tensing and un-tensing and aching all over again. Her panties lay bundled up in her handbag as she climbed the steps to your cheap apartment.

She knocked, three times, four - the door opened, and your eyes were also dark. You both noticed the involuntary shaking of her legs.

"Nice to see you, love. How did the conference go?" you asked sweetly, taking her handbag from her as if nothing were going on.

"Uh- good. Fine. Just fine."

"You weren't distracted, were you? Wouldn't want your incredible mind focusing on anything other than the most important things." She followed you into the bedroom, watching as you sat down, took her panties out of the bag and set it aside, holding her underwear as if that were nothing out of the ordinary.

"W-Well, actually... I was thinking about you a lot. About what you might do when I came," she confided, but you only grinned.

"That's what I meant, sweetheart." She shivered. "Aren't you going to undress for me?"

She couldn't help but smile shyly as you connected your phone to the speaker and put on some steamy music. Her hands found the hem of her top and with hardly any hesitation whatsoever, she pulled it over her head.

"Good girl," you praised, pretending to be otherwise unbothered.

She dragged her skirt down her legs slowly, sensuously, gaining more and more confidence. Her pussy was immediately on display for you to examine, dripping wet and running down her thighs.

"What got you so wet, baby? Don't tell me you touched yourself."

"No, daddy, it's all you," she said sweetly, dropping her skirt 'on accident', turning around and bending over to pick it up, putting her ass and cunt on full display.

"You tryna tease daddy?" you husked, a tone of caution in your voice while it was obvious you were impressed.

Impressed was an understatement. You had never been this hard.

"No, never. I just wanted to show daddy what's his," she replied, voice a little high-pitched. You licked your lips at her willingness for you to claim her.

"Take it all off, don't be shy," you added, seeing as she was still wearing her bra.

"I don't think I can manage on my own," she cooed, so you gestured for her to come to you. Her bra was ripped clean in half. She shuddered.

"C'mon, baby, stand back and turn so I can look at you properly. Arms over your head."

Jennifer obeyed, turning slowly in circles so that you could scrutinise all sides of her.

She was perfect. Curvaceous in all the right places, love handles, hot neck, everything.

You both loved the power difference; you, fully clothed, in control, her, entirely vulnerable, naked, at your mercy.

"So pretty for me, my little girl. Lie down," you instructed, so she did, automatically spreading her legs in hope. "Now, I want you to be real loud for me, yeah? I wanna hear every little sound that pretty mouth of yours can make."

She whimpered, and you considered that a good start.

"I need you to use your big girl words, darling."

"Yes, daddy, I'll be loud."

"Good girl." You positioned yourself between her legs and placed a hand on each of her tits, massaging them placidly as she started panting.

You pressed a soft kiss to her left inner thigh, then her right, then one at the top of her crotch. She groaned in arousal.

Fingers rolled her nipples between their tips, a large hand closed around her wrists, mouth came up to meet her right breast and suck on it, swirling tongue around her nipple.

"Fuck- Mark me, please," she whined, a childish sound you weren't used to but were sure to grow to love.

Your teeth bit down on her tit, sucking and holding to form multiple purple-ish marks around her neck and breasts.

"You ready, little girl?" Your lips hovered over her pussy.

"Y-Yes, please, please, I need you-" Her begging was cut short when your mouth attached to her clit, sucking there instead as Jennifer's back arched.

An animalistic moan escaped her as she writhed under your touch, her nails bearing down on your back painfully, but you didn't mind. She could scar you for all you cared.

Withdrawing your hands from her tits, you pushed her legs apart further, guiding her legs over your shoulders as she spasmed.

"Oh- Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck- I'm clo- I'm- I'm-"

She couldn't string the sentence together. She had never been pleasured like this in her whole life, and you were only going to let it get better. Short, high-pitched moans matched your every thrust. The sound was pornographically angelic.

"Don't cum. You won't like what happens if you do," you threatened, determined to make her squirt.

She writhed more, moaning unspeakably loud - loud enough for the neighbours to hear at ease - when you pushed three fingers into her soaking cunt.

"P-Please, daddy, I can't- I can't- it's too much-"

"Look how good I'm fucking you, pretty girl," you interrupted your mouth's assault on her clit. "Look how I'm destroying your cunt. If you cum now, this won't be happening again any time soon. Look!"

She forced her eyes down to where you lay between her legs, her juices running over her tummy. You added a fourth finger when you saw the tears in her eyes, had them grow perfectly cold against her warm insides, but she wouldn't risk your threat if she could at all help it.

She wanted to croak out more begging, but was sure if she opened her mouth your entire face would be full of her.

You pulled away at her desperation, slowly withdrawing your four slick fingers and sucking on them as she looked at you.

"You did good, little girl. On your knees for me, now. Soon you can cum."

You helped her a little in getting on her knees as she trembled, positioning yourself behind her.

"You sure about this, honey?"

"Hold my hand?" she whimpered in response, and you gladly leaned over her to entwine your fingers.

"Now?"

"Yes, please, daddy."

You undid your belt, pulling your pants down just enough for your dick to spring out, which wasn't far.

You lined up at her entrance, biting back all the fears of hurting her, and slid slowly inside.

"Ow- fuck, you're big," she moaned.

"Is it too much?"

"N-No. No, it could never be. How do you fuck normal-sized people with that thing?"

"I don't, love," you confessed, and she noted even in a time like this how much this meant to you.

"Then fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before. I'll love it, don't worry."

She groaned again as you pushed yourself in to the hilt, slowly wondering if she could strangle you this way from being so tight.

"I need you, (y/n)!"

That was all you needed to hear.

You pounded into her with inhuman strength, relishing her occasional screams of pleasure as she bunched the sheets with her fists. You would be receiving a noise complaint in the morning. You couldn't care less.

"F-Fuck, (y/n)! Don't stop! Fu-"

She moaned loudly between the whining and screaming, a heavenly sound. She held onto your hand even tighter.

Something cracked.

A creak.

The bed collapsed beneath the two of you.

She shrieked.

You let out a primitive groan.

She squirted like she never had in her entire life.

You pulled out of her quickly, only then realising you had completely forgotten to use a condom.

Half your bed was full of white liquid.

You turned to examine the damage, laughing at the cliché of actually managing to break a bed.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, you quickly attempting to console her.

"It's just a bed, it's no problem, I'm not short on money-"

"No- I- Oh, I'm so sorry- Your back, (y/n)!"

You only just realised the teeming pain on the skin of your back where she had scratched you.

"Oh. Hey, that's okay, I don't mind a mark. Are you okay?"

"Am I okay? Did you see what I just did? I squirted. I don't do that."

You laughed and stood, picking her up with one arm behind her back and another under her knees. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"Fuck... you know, I'm so glad I took your case a month ago."

"Yeah. Me, too."

[tequila-starlight]

*slams door open* HELLO I HAVE COME FROM THE RECENT FIC THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD i am practically vibrating in anticipation for kinich to get that tribal chief quartet (or triad this time ig wayna isnt participating 😒) pipe in him

kinich being edged at the end and wayna cutting him off before he can really get into it was so saucy 100/10

i always love the way you write smut and am very happy you are in the fandom god bless

on an unrelated note: do you play any other hoyoverse/gacha games? if so, who are your favs there?

Anon, I’m giving you the biggest, silliest grin right now THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ❤️❤️❤️ I’m so, SO happy to feed you and learn that you enjoyed it 🥰🥰🥰

I’m essentially a Kinich blog at this point HAHAHA I swear I’ll write for other people too!! Just not today… or tomorrow… or the day after that… I can’t help it okay!! With Kinich the ideas just cum come so naturally!!!

Rest of response below cut! Warning that it’s pretty long!!

I’m afraid if Wayna got in on the action as well I’ll never upload it because of how LONG it’ll get 🤣 Or maybe before I can upload the story Genshin updates and reveals the Collective of Plenty’s chief who’s some hot guy with the biggest dick ever or something, and I’ll end up putting off on uploading to quadruple my word count again—

But hey! Wayna just said he wouldn’t fuck Kinich! Not that he wouldn’t be watching or, ahem, contributing a little (You see the effect his mouth and hands has on Kinich already)… Wayna has his reasons for not wanting to do it in front of the others, which Kinich will wrench out of him soon enough!! I’m really glad you liked the edging HAHA considering how much Kinich bullies his chief he shouldn’t have been surprised that Wayna retaliated!!

I’m always super grateful and happy to receive kind messages like yours, Anon. It’s like a shot of dopamine straight to my head 😆 So thank you for taking your time to write this!!!

Regarding other games, so far I’m only playing Genshin Impact! It’s a huge time sink + requires quite a bit of commitment, so I don’t really play anything else. I am aware of other games though! Usually through summaries from my friends but I do read the plot + watch cutscenes and dialogue for parts I’m interested in!

As my Fandom List states, I’m familiar enough with Honkai Star Rail to talk about it! I’m also familiar with Zenless Zone Zero, but to a much lesser extent. I’m super indecisive over picking favourites because I love all of them, and having a bunch of Star Rail ships makes it even harder…

If I had, HAD to pick, for HSR, my favourite will probably be Jing Yuan or Sunday (Who work amazingly together in a gameplay sense, funnily enough, or so I heard)!

Jing Yuan’s attitude is absolutely lovely to see, and he’s essentially a catboy in my books with his :3 expression and how languid he is! It helps that my man is also a walking magnet for doomed gay ships HAHAH

Sunday has the most compelling story + motivations for me at the moment! His trailer also hits so incredibly hard that I did standing ovation once I finished watching it 😆

Honourable mentions go to Boothill and Sampo!! Boothill’s animations and speech is top tier and I also love his optimistic attitude even in the face of adversity!! Sampo is Sampo so I don’t think I need to elaborate further HAHA he is the best clown ever!! Also Welt Yang because I love old men…

There’s so many people I like that I can’t mention!!! If not I’ll just be listing out everyone in the damn hand HAHA

I know less about ZZZ so the particular stand out here will be Lycaon! It’s HILARIOUS seeing the sheer amount of people he’s singlehandedly turning into furries. I don’t blame them, honestly, his design, animations, and personality is so beautiful!!!

I also really, REALLY love the fact that he’s the leader of his group. Most people tend to forget that butlers are often the head of other servants in a household, and not just the servant answering directly to the employers. So seeing focus on the managerial aspects of a butler is super refreshing!!

Seth’s super cute and he gets bonus points for actUALLY BEING A CATBOY??? (I’m still salty about Lyney… Genshin when will you give us a proper catboy we already have 3+ catgirls PLEASE) The Tom and Jerry reference he and Jane has going on is hilarious too HAHA

Honourable mentions go to Billy, Ben and Lighter. Watching Billy is weirdly satisfying with how bouncy he is, and Ben because I love the nonhuman designs in ZZZ. Lighter’s hot, no surprise there, with the cherry on top being that he’s the only man in a group called the “Sons of Calydon” HAHAHA

Phew, that got REALLY long there. I’m a huge chatterbox so I’m always happy to go off on a tangent HAHAHA Anyway, thank you once more for sending this!! If you actually read all of this, have some cake 🍰 🍰🍰

(I’m so sorry ladies I promise I love you too but I usually gravitate towards the male characters in waifu games… and the female characters in husbando games… what can I say I’m a contrarian HAHAHA)

[queer-boo-radley]

Not an ask but I wanted to say how much I love your “Bringing Down the Houses” series on AO3! This series is so fucking hot 🥵. I was get so excited when I get the email that you have updated it. It’s the dirties stuff I probably have ever read but it’s a favorite of mine that I am always going back to re read. But it’s not just hot, I love the actual plot of the story too. When I first came across it, I was like yah I’ll read it cuz it sounds super hot but then I stayed on with it because I love how you write! ❤️❤️

Hope you are doing well 😊

Awe thanks, I'm glad you enjoy my little stories and that they're something you feel you can keep coming back too. I should hopefully have the next one out soonish? Life has been kind of making me it's little bitch on all fronts, but I should have some writing time tomorrow. Thanks for the message and have a good one :):):)

[joongernaut]

rendezvous

pairing: johnny suh x reader

genre/warnings: friends with benefits, porn with (very little) plot, smut, unprotected sex, (barely) exhibitionism, some degradation, overstimulation

word count: 4.7k

prompt: N/A

author note: back again FINALLY with a finished fic 😁☝🏾 not 100% satisfied with how it came about or how it ended but i'm just happy to be finished so i can move on to the next fic LMAO so hope you enjoy~ if not then oh wellllll

•••

[4 new messages!]

john😙: heyyy bestie ❤️

john😙: ...

john😙: hello?

john😙: now what if it was an emergency, i could be dead right now

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at johnny's dramatic line of messages, letting out a scoff before typing away on your keyboard to reply back.

you: dead people don't talk this much the last time i checked 🤨

you: now what do you want suh

john😙: wow so fucking rude

john😙: i can't say hi to MY best friend now? MY favorite girl?

it was always funny how you could read him like a book. you could already see where this conversation was headed; being friends for years did that to people you supposed.

you: sounds like you want something... just spill it already before i turn my phone off for the night and you don't hear from me until tomorrow

john😙: alright 🙄 sheesh

john😙: i was just wondering...

john😙: think we can meet up later? like 9:30-ish

at the mention of meeting up with johnny at, of all places he could choose, the park (you knew the one) the lightbulb lit up in your head and you figured out what he was getting at.

you: oh

you: john lmfao

you: is this your way of asking to fuck again?

you bit down on your bottom lip at the thought. meanwhile, your message was read as soon as you had sent it, the three dots showing up almost immediately after and then two replies came.

john😙: idkkkkkk depends...

john😙: are you trying to fuck me again?

the question was straightforward, just as much as yours had been, and if you were told you'd be in a situation with your best friend like this a few months ago, you would have laughed. but considering you both had recently started teetering into 'forbidden' territory, one that normal friends wouldn't be so keen on stepping foot in to, it wasn't much of a surprise now. it started with a teasing joke at first. you had started rambling one day while hanging out with johnny, mentioning that you would consider celibacy if you had to go through another unsatisfied sexual encounter. it was a bitter statement but still left you two giggling while nursing a few bottles of soju. that's when he mentioned that it had been a while since he had gotten laid himself, jokingly suggesting that 'if you scratch my back, i'll scratch yours'.

you wouldn't have took the statement seriously into consideration (fucking your supposed best friend was never a good idea in hindsight) if it weren't for the way he looked at you after the words left his mouth. the playful glint in his eyes and the quirk of his eyebrow made you raise your own as a smirk appeared on his face that you really hadn't realized was that handsome until now. it was as if he were asking a question without even uttering the words, his tongue swiping over his plush bottom lip easily catching your attention and distracting you from all of the red flags that screamed for you not to go forward with whatever you thought up in your head.

and that was the first step in pushing the boundary between you two; still being very close friends but different now with sex in the equation. almost labeled as 'lovers' but not quite since neither of you knew where the other stood emotionally. personally, you were too afraid to ask and bringing in feelings after making it clear that you would remain as friends regardless of the circumstance was just a disaster waiting to happen. you didn't want to ruin what you two had and you could only assume he felt the same way. did you love johnny? yes, of course. were you in love with him? that was a question you'd rather push to the farthest part of your brain right now.

and what better way to distract yourself than with the offer at hand?

you: gimme like 10 mins lol

you: meet up at the usual spot?

john😙: yup yup

john😙: and make sure to wear something reallllll comfortable

john😙: i'll cya soon 🤗

•••

"hey, can i ask you a question?" you asked the man now beside you as the two of you walked to your destination: a park not too far from the both of your homes and essentially being the perfect spot in the middle of the two places. you had both drove your cars there and parked side by side in the parking lot before getting out and walking towards the gated entrance. "i mean you already did but yeah, sure, ask away." johnny replied nonchalantly, turning his head to look over to you.

"do you get some kind of thrill fucking out here in the open? like an exhibitionist or something? couldn't help but notice that we come here way more often to mess around than going to each other's house." you said, stopping in front of the gate. the park itself had certain hours of operation and technically, as of 8pm, it was closed. but it wasn't completely closed off to the public at night just in case anybody wanting to do some night running along the trail. it was easy for you two to get past the gated entrance with a simple push of one side that allowed a slim opening to squeeze through.

johnny let out a chuckle as you went through first before he followed suit. "you ask that now after we've been coming here, what, over the past 3 times? if i'm an exhibitionist, then you're an exhibitionist, too." he said, bumping his hip into the side of your body at the last word, making you stumble a bit. "i mean, technically it's not even that because there isn't anyone around watching us, now is there?" he went on, asking rhetorically as you continued to walk the dirt trail that led to the more forested area within the park. the area was mostly designated for small gatherings with 3 picnic tables in place but people sometimes would use it as a resting area for after a run. obviously it wouldn't be used for its intended purposes right now.

"oh, shut the fuck up." you retorted with a roll of your eyes, attempting to shove his arm as reparation for earlier only for johnny to firmly grab a hold of your wrist before you could reach him. "what? do you want an audience?" he replied, an annoying smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stared you down. you would be lying to yourself if you said the action didn't immediately stir something up within you, especially knowing what was to come, and the thought of someone also catching you in a compromising position while you were out in the open made your whole body warm up and start to tingle. you weren't going to give johnny the satisfaction of knowing that though. "are you going to keep asking me stupid questions or are you going to fuck me like how you've been wanting to?"

the sudden vulgarity from your own question must've stunned him for a second because he didn't move an inch at first, his mouth forming into a tight line as his eyes narrowed and flickered across your face. you were about to say something again, probably another smart-mouthed remark, but before you could his lips crushed hard against your own in a way that almost made you fall backwards if it weren't for the muscular arm wrapping tightly around your waist, holding you up right against him.

your breath caught in your throat, being caught off guard by the sudden action, but your body responded immediately and before you knew it you were kissing johnny back with just as much ferocity. he began walking forward, forcing you to walk backwards until your back came in contact to what you assumed to be a tree, pinning you against its bark while his tongue easily found its way past your parted lips.

johnny brought his other hand up to place it on the side of your face, tilting it to the side to get a better angle as your tongues intertwined before he wrapped his fingers around the front expanse of your throat. you couldn't help but let out a moan at the pressure of his hand around your neck, another slipping out a bit louder when his lips parted from yours briefly only to tilt your head to the side farther and attach themselves onto your neck. a series of bites followed by the trail of his tongue traveling from the lobe of your ear to the dip of your collarbone had you leaning more into his touch and the hand tightening around your neck only muddled whatever thoughts you had further. your bodies were pressed hard against each other now, perfectly placed to where you could feel his dick straining against his jeans and right up against your thigh.

he ground his hips against yours harder, the increasing friction not being directly on your pussy but the proximity making you wet with anticipation the longer he did it. "johnny... enough teasing." you huffed in frustration, your hand pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck and eliciting a groan from him. he pressed his lips back onto yours, biting down on your bottom lip and giving it a tug. "tell me exactly where you want me, princess." he says, voice raspy and in a lower octave sending a chill down your spine. "take a guess..." you muttered sarcastically, glancing between the two of you at your joined hips.

johnny's eyes followed your line of sight and then, suddenly (and much to your dismay) he started backing up and away from your body. you held back the whine that bubbled in your throat and threatened to come out until his hand came down and cupped your pussy through your sweatpants, the thin material doing absolutely nothing to save you from the way his fingers motioned harshly against it. it was almost impossible to hold back the sound as he pressed forward. "little fucking brat. i said tell me, not talk back to me." he growled out, the commanding nature making you press your thighs together only to fail now that his big hand was in the way.

the placement of his palm rubbed deliciously against your clothed clit, causing you to squirm in his grasp. "i'm not just- fuck, please, johnny, right there." you gasped, your body reacting way more at his actions than you'd like. but you just couldn't help it. "begging already? it's just my fingers, they haven't even gotten inside you yet." he teased in a mocking tone but you were too distracted by the circling motion around your clit and the fabric of your sweatpants moving against it to care or retort back. "can you just put it inside already?" you snapped a bit, growing impatient the more he touched you. johnny moved his hand further up and began untying the string of your sweatpants until they were loose enough to tug down to the middle of your thighs along with your underwear. a quick slap to your pussy made you exhale loudly and he slid his fingers down until they made direct contact with your clit, applying enough subtle pressure that made your body jerk forward in response.

"i've barely even started." johnny grunted while lazily moving his fingers in tight, quick circles around the nub. "so needy. you just can't wait, huh? you need my fingers that badly in your pretty pussy, is that all?" he pressed on questioningly, resorting you to a panting mess at his ministrations. when you didn't answer right away he began slowing down his hand movement, your head shaking back and forth quickly in protest. "no? then speak up. use your fucking mouth, tell me what you want."

you swallowed hard at his words, determining that right now was not the best time to be so bratty, now that you were aching for something m. "more. i-i want more. i want your fingers inside me. your dick, too. anything just... please, johnny, don't stop." you rushed out, nearly begging him to continue and he smirked down at you in response before leaning in again for an open-mouthed kiss. only, this time, you couldn't bring yourself to kiss back completely when two of his fingers slipped into your pussy up to his knuckles. "so fucking tight and so wet for me. baby, you're soaking." he mumbled against your lips, his thumb pressed into your clit as his fingers started a rapid scissoring motion inside of you, a silent cry falling from your mouth as you threw your head back onto the tree behind you. your body writhed around, only serving to help push his thick fingers deeper inside as he fucked them into you, his thumb on your clit relentless in its quick back and forth motion.

and through it all, there johnny was taking it you all in. enjoying every second of it with his bottom lip between his teeth. the fingers inside of you suddenly curled up and your walls instinctively clamped down around the digits as they brushed against that spot along your walls that had your toes curling up in your shoes. "wait, wait, wait." your words came stumbling out as your body tensed up, the familiar sensation in your stomach tightening up at an alarming rate but his fingers kept going, even seemingly picking up pace. "gonna cum already?" johnny asked, tauntingly. he could see it in the way that your hips bucked up sporadically, fucking yourself on his fingers, as your eyes screwed shut tightly and your body grew rigid as if you were trying to-

"do not hold back," he ordered, his fingers now thrusting up with a newfound vigor, being pressed into your g-spot repeatedly. "you can cum, i promise it won't be the last."

your eyes snapped open, the muscles in your thighs twitching, and you grabbed ahold of his shoulders for support as you didn't trust your legs to hold up for much longer. "look at me." he said, his free hand coming up to wrap around your throat again, tilting your head up until your half-hooded eyes met his darkened ones. "i said look at me... god, you're so gorgeous. want you to cum for me so bad, baby. you can do it." he cooed while egging you on. the sensations were becoming too much, his fingers fucking you while his thumb pressed into your now throbbing clit and the thing that pushed you over the edge being his hand squeezing tightly around your throat. your pussy fluttered around him as you let out a string of curse words and a wanton moan, body jerking and shaking as you came around his digits.

"that's it... good fucking girl." johnny breathed out, his fingers not letting up, still deep inside of you, while his thumb continued to work you through your orgasm. he pulled them out altogether once you were done, a shiver raking your body from the after shock and the lack of fullness, and he put his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. you could only watch on with a blissed out expression and slight amusement while you caught your breath. it wasn't new for johnny to make you cum more than once but this time in particular it happened almost embarrassingly fast. almost, if you actually gave a fuck.

while he was preoccupied, and once your body was finally calmed down, you placed a hand over the bulge in the front of his own sweatpants and gave it a firm squeeze. "already?" johnny asked incredulously with a raise of his eyebrow, teasing tone evident in his voice but you couldn't mistake the shake in it. you gave his dick another squeeze, a grunt being heard above you now. "yeah, already." you replied, hooking your thumbs into the side of his sweatpants and his briefs before tugging them hastily down on his thigh enough to where his dick sprang free. you lowered your head down a bit, hovering over his dick in your hands, before opening your mouth to let a collection of spit fall onto it. he moaned out as you let the spit run down the length of his dick before stroking from the base to the tip, rubbing it into his slit.

"you don't have to do that.." johnny says, feeling himself twitch in your grasp at the lewd sight. your eyes flickered towards his own and you locked eyes together. with his attention fully on you, you opened your mouth again while remaining eye contact and let another trail of spit travel from your mouth to his tip. "okay... but i want to." you said, your tongue running flat along the swollen head.

your mouth wrapped around it fully now, tongue flicking over his slit in a languid motion, as his body tensed up. "fuuuck." was all he could utter out, one of his large hands coming down to rest on the top of your head. your eyes fluttered as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, cheeks hollowing as you as you sucked on his head earnestly. "you're so fucking pretty like this," he said after a hitch of his breath, "pretty lips wrapped around me so well. you're so good at this baby, keep going."

this encouraged you to speed up the motion of your hand and began bobbing your head more, your throat opening up to allow more of his dick inside as your hand started a twisting motion around his tip. johnny's once gentle hands were now carded through your hair, gripping at the roots in a harsh tug that had your scalp stinging and your body vibrating. you moaned, swallowing around his dick, and he instinctively started to fuck your mouth in slow, shallow thrusts. this made your thighs press together tightly with a familiar need, suddenly remembering the feeling of the last orgasm that you had. this doesn't go unnoticed by him and he thrusts sharply making you gag before holding your head in place by your chin, the tip of your nose brushing against his happy trail as you deep-throated him. "you like sucking my dick that much that you can get off to it? f-fuck, that's so hot." he said with a shudder, letting your chin go so you could remove yourself from his dick and take several breaths.

johnny was tempted to push back into your mouth, already wanting to feel your tongue working around him again, but the sudden sound of footsteps made him freeze up. "get up." he said suddenly, pulling you up by your arm while your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "wha-" you had started until he placed a hand firmly against your mouth and shuffled the two of you behind the large tree behind you quickly. it was then that you had heard the footsteps approaching as well and you almost stopped breathing, suddenly too aware of how exposed you two were. and to makes things worse, it seemed the pair of feet stopped a few feet away from you by the same picnic tables.

"you gotta be kidding," johnny whispered with a roll of his eyes, clearly irritated by the interruption, "who comes to this part of the park this late?" he questioned to himself and you couldn't help but shake your head trying not to let out a laugh considering what you were just doing. you tugged at his hand for him to remove it from your mouth and he obliged. "yeah, i wonder... should we leave?" you asked quietly and he quickly peeked around the tree at the two, leisurely stretching their legs as they chatted to one another. "well, we can't exactly leave without them noticing us but if you want to..." he answered, starting to slowly tuck himself back into his sweatpants when your hand grasped his wrist stopping him. "w-what if i don't? what if we don't stop?" you said quickly, avoiding his gaze now but you could still feel his eyes burning into you. and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he said "then turn around and bend over for me."

you slowly followed his instruction, trying to make as little noise as possible, until you were met with the bark of the tree. you could hear him shuffling behind you a bit and you curiously turned your head to look at him only for him to let out a "tsk" as his hand moved your chin to face the tree again. "someone has to keep watch and make sure we don't get caught." johnny said, his hand now smoothing over your back to make your body lower as you arched into him. "fuck, yeah, stay just like that. remember to keep your eyes forward." he added, giving his dick a couple of strokes as he used the other hand to knead the flesh of your ass firmly. his thumb lowered to your pussy, parting your lips lips a bit, before languidly rubbing the slit with the his tip. you bit down hard on your bottom lip to force yourself not to whimper as loudly as he prodded at your entrance before slowly sinking in. not that he didn't think you could take it- he just knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy, to keep you wanting more. everything he did to your body was with with a purpose, right now being no different than any time.

johnny bottomed out inside of you, sharp hips connecting to the cheeks of your ass as he let out a sigh of content. despite your body already feeling like it was about to give out, you willed yourself to take a peek around the tree to see if the people were still there. unfortunately, they had even took a seat to take a rest now as they continued to talk idly and you felt a little bit nervous as risky as this already was. pulling you out of your thoughts instantly, however, johnny pulled back before sharply thrusting forward again making you let out a small yelp and you immediately slapped a hand over your mouth. it had to have been loud enough because in your peripheral their heads had turned towards the direction of the tree briefly and you moved your head away just in time so they didn't see you.. "johnny!" you hissed, trying to make yourself sound threatening but it sounded more like a plea. he let out a low chuckle, bending forward so his chest was now pressed against your back making his dick now press impossibly deep inside of your pussy. your knees buckled together growing weak but he put an arm around your mid-section to keep you hoisted up.

"all you have to do is be quiet, what's so hard about that?" johnny said directly into your ear with a growl as he rutted into you. the conversation of the people seemed to have continued on as they opted to ignore the noise and you were very grateful for it. "you must really want to get caught. is that it? you want someone to catch you getting fucked like a slutty little bitch, out in the open?" he rasped, the degrading words making your walls clench down on him hard as you swallowed thickly. he was so deep inside of you, stretching you out to the point where you felt like you'd be split open and you had to force your head not to drop down just in case you still needed to play look-out. "n-no, don't wanna get caught..." you tried to protest, a little moan slipping out once he stood up again and his rutting turned into more powerful thrusts now. the sound of skin slapping against skin was undeniable and your face couldn't help but heat up in embarrassment at the fact that the people around the tree that covered you would know exactly what was going on. you could hear the pregnant pause in conversation, most likely listening in closely to make out what noises they were hearing, and your body tensed up as you held your breath.

johnny was too lost in you to care now, only worried about the way your pussy gripped him and kept pulling him in as he pulled out and thrusted back into you again. the way you tried to hold back every sound he was coaxing out of you only made him want to fuck it out of you more. maybe this was a kink of his, amongst other things, as he recalls your question from earlier. footsteps could be heard from around the tree again and johnny paused for a moment until he realized that they seemed to be going in the opposite direction from their location and away from the two of you. "they definitely heard you, you know," he sneered, "there's no way they couldn't have." he gripped your hips tightly as he started back up thrusting into you harder and you finally let out a loud, drawn out moan. "even now you can't shut the fuck up. so whiny. here, make yourself useful." he said, pressing his fingers past your lips and into your mouth and you eagerly began sucking on them, stifling all of the sounds you were making. once they were slick enough, he removed them from your mouth with a wet and audible 'pop' before bringing them down and slapping them against your clit hard.

your head pressed into the tree as you tried to grip it with your hands to the best of your ability, using it as some type of support as you fucked your self back onto him. "please, please, please, please, please." you babbled in repetition, still sensitive from earlier and now even more aroused with almost getting caught, the lewd squelching of your bodies connecting being the evidence of that. you didn't even know what you were pleading for but, in response, johnny quickened the pace of his thrusts to a piston as his fingers rubbed, and slapped, and rolled against your clit in quick succession.

it came without warning this time, your orgasm violently causing your body to twitch and your pussy to flutter and clamp down on johnny's dick with a vice grip. and with his hand still working your clit and him pounding into you, the feeling was prolonged, tears brimming your eyes at the overstimulation. "tell me where to cum." he groaned, clearly reaching his breaking point as his thrusts began to slow and get sloppy. you threw your head back before turning your head to look at him behind you, the fucked out expression on your face causing him to reel. "inside, johnny. please cum in me." your words slurred together, feeling drunk on just the feeling of him still filling you up.

he grunted, eyebrows furrowing as his own body tensed up at your request. "whatever you want." he moaned out, a few more hard thrusts into your dripping pussy before he stilled deep inside of you with his dick twitching. you moaned out softly, feeling the warmth spread into your lower abdomen and seep out a bit once he dragged himself out of your pussy slowly. the two of you didn't waste much time after that to pull your pants back on, fixing yourselves before hurriedly making your way back through the park and out of the gate as quick as your wobbly legs could take you.

once you were back at your car, you turned to him and shook your head in slight disbelief. "on a scale of 1 to 10, how wild was that of us to do?" you asked. johnny ran a hand through his hair, shooting you a smile that glinted with mischief. "i don't know but we definitely have to do that again." he answered with a quirk of his eyebrow, making you roll your eyes. "you're a freak, you know that?" you scoffed light-heartedly as you made your way to the driver side of your car. "but i'm your freak," he retorted back quickly, the statement making you nearly freeze in place and want to squirm from the mere implication of said words. "plus, what are best friends for?".

surely not anything like this.

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[tuprefersbright]

Episode 10 commentary (pt. 2)

Part 2 of my long ass commentary :)

11. It's prom night! Trash used this time to give Gorya the red card. This man goes beyond my expectations, he really does. Her locker gets fallen down, and this is where everything starts. Talay pretends to save her, and makes her believe that Thyme gave her a red card again. HE'S AN ABSOLUTE JERKFACE.

12. On the other hand, we have our smart F3 trying to find information about Talay (also known as Trash). They're seniors, so prom is a very special event for them, but I love how they don't go to prom to help Gorya. They're like her older brothers :) ❤ While these two investigate, Ren flew off to Gorya. And Thyme doesn't know a thing, cause he had just entered the prom room with Ms. Lita 😑

13. It's getting serious; these asses are hitting Gorya like there's no tomorrow. I really can't with these people; do they have nothing to do?! She fainted, you asses! And you're clapping?! I'm done with all these shitty ass people.

13.1. REN! I LOVE YOU. He came to save Gorya, and the look he gave them was AMAZING. He's the quiet one in F4, so seeing him being angry was very refreshing to see. And his line too! AH I LOVE YOU ❤️

14. Between #13 to this one, shit happens once more. Our F2 is going through the CCTV to see who gave Gorya the red card, and how she got it. While this is happening, Ren manages to take her out of the stadium, and put her in his car, but Mr. Trash comes back and beats Ren. OH I HATE YOU TALAY. GO TO HELL. On the other hand, Lita and Thyme are at prom and she gives him cookies (he threw away the ones Gorya gave 😭). She made Thyme cookies, and they don't look exactly like the ones Gorya made, but A+ for the effort, right...? I'm gonna make a whole other post about this, so get ready 🤪 She asks him to make some room in his heart for her. I'm so sorry to break it to you, but the only person in his heart is Gorya!!

15. Now for the best part! I watched this whole episode, just to see this. And, I do not regret it AT. ALL. Lita and Thyme go on the dance floor, and put their flashlights up. When he took out his phone, he got a message from Mr. Trash himself.

Talay

*Gorya's picture*

If you want Gorya to stay alive, come here.

Come alone.

Even his messages sound like shit 😂 He's just a shitty person, in general. I want Gorya to kick his nuts. Any who! Thyme starts shaking, and his eyes start trembling after seeing those three messages. I mean, who wouldn't?! His love is about to get hurt due to his past actions. He needs to save her. The scene where he runs to her was freaking AMAZING! The emotions of Thyme were unbelievable. Bright is such a good actor ❤

And, that's how Episode 10 ended. Well, not really, cause MJ's story was shown. I wish they could've made F4 Thailand a bit longer; they could've added his story in the plot as well. They literally put his story so they can advertise KFC! ... they actually did pretty well with the advertising cause I wanted a burger after watching 🤣😫

This episode was a wreck, and I was a wreck after. But, like usual, every single actor/actress did amazing 👏

I will come back with a few more posts:

Gorya's cookies VS Lita's cookies (as I promised) You can read here tpb

Review of Episode 11's preview tpb

Gorya's slap, and why it makes sense. tpb

Thank you everyone for reading :) Have a great day/night (wherever you are ❤)

[galactic-academia]

He Should Know What To Expect

Alright, dear Anon, first of all thank you for your message, it makes me very happy, I don’t know what to say 🙈 ❤️ Then, since you know my blog, you also know I write horribly slowly BUT I read your request and I instantly had an idea, I had to stop what I was doing to start it 🤯 So, well, here we go 😃 I hope you will enjoy it ❤️

Rating: G

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Female Reader

Tags: Mycroft Holmes, Lady Smallwood, Anthea, Fluff, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Jealous!Reader, Plotting!Reader, Soft!Mycroft, Sweet!Mycroft, Mycroft Has No Clue, Anthea Is The Best.

Words: 1370

Summary:  Lady Smallwood wants to "have a drink" with Mycroft; he's confused, but Reader knows exactly what to do...

Notes: I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Gif is not mine, I hope you will enjoy it.

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Mycroft Holmes is a busy man, and it’s not a problem; not for you. When you started to date him - even before that - you were very well aware of his hellish schedule. He had a country to protect and it was the one and only thing which went before you in his list of priorities (you and Sherlock are at the same level). So, yeah, you were ok with never knowing when he would get home when he was working, when he would have to go in a rush when he was with you, if he would be able to call you or if you would receive messages or even freaking encrypted letters; it was alright. Because Mycroft Holmes was a loyal, dedicated man, and you loved him for that.

What was not ok, on the other hand, was for a saucy woman to try and flirt with YOUR man. Neither was the way you learnt about it. Yesterday, when Mycroft had called you, you were SO happy to hear of him! He had disappeared for several days and the encrypted messages you had received - his way to let you know he was a) alive, b) thinking about you - had been laconic to say the least. State secrets and all that jazz... But Mycroft had told you he would come home tomorrow evening - so today now - and it was widely good enough for you. Hell, it would have been heaven, if Lady Smallwood hadn’t put her haughty and powdered nose in a business which was strictly YOURS.

“Do you want me to pick you up, tomorrow?”

“No, honey, thank you, I have some socialzing duties to fill out before coming back home?”

“Socia- Wait, is that your way to tell me you’ll go to Sherlock’s?”

“Unfortunately not, Lady Smallwood want... How did she put it in, already? - Yes, she wants “to have a drink” with me.”

What you had wanted to say was “Is that a f*cking joke?!”, but you knew Mycroft. he was a genius, sure; and he was very good at predicting people reactions. But he wouldn’t be able to recognize someone trying to flirt with him if his life depended on it. So you had taken a big inspiration and calmly asked “I beg your pardon?”

“She wants to have a drink with me, wathever that means. And since she’s a member of Parliament, I hardly can say no now, can I?”

Nope, there’s no one as socially dense as your boyfriend. You shouldn’t find it so adorable, but, well, once again: you decided to date Mycroft Holmes.

“Yes, darling, you can, but you won’t, ok? Because I’ll come with you; when is your appointment?”

“Oh, hum, let me check... 8pm, is it good for you or should I call to reschedule?”

“Nooo, it’s perfect, love, I’ll be there. Tell Anthea I’ll pick you up.”

“Right, I still have to call Lady Smallwood, then; she said she would pick me up, and-”

“Don’t, you interrupt him, you know what? It’s better this way, I’ll call Anthea so she will pick me up and drop me at your office. We wouldn’t want to bother Lady Smallwood, would we?”

“I mean, no, but I would if it’s for making your life easier.”

God, you love this man...

“It’s perfect, love, don’t you worry. See you then, I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Lady Smallwood wanted to play? Alright, then; the game was on.

The next day, Anthea and Mycroft’s driver came to pick you up, just as planned. At 7:45, you were making your way trough the Cabinet Office to Mycroft. Anthea regained her desk in the middle of the room and let you scrape at her boss’ door.

“Come in.”

Mycroft, in the flesh, at last. You entered the office with a spring in your step; “Good evening, boyfriend of mine.”

The elder Holmes didn’t lift his head out of his papers, but he smiled anyway; “Good evening to you too, girlfriend of mine.”

“Can you ask the United Kingdoms to let you go long enough to kiss me hello?”

“I can try, but you know how very needy they are.”

“Certainly, do I have to throw a tantrum or can we amicably settle this?”

That had Mycroft looking your way, and even turning his chair to face you. “What is your proposition to avoid the tantrum? Wait, is that my shirt?”

A smug smile made its way to your lips. “I offer this arrangement: you’re all mine tonight and I’ll give you back to the country first thing tomorrow in the morning. And, yes, this in, indeed, your shirt.” Before your boyfriend had had the time to react in anyway, you plopped down on his lap.

As the embodied British Governement, Mycroft can’t afford PDA. He needs to look deadly serious, stern, cold, severe. You also understand it, it’s ok, as long as you have your fix of kisses and cuddles behind closed doors. People would probably be stunned, but he never fails to deliver. So it’s absolutely not a surprise to feel his hand coming to your waist for security, and the other to your cheek, because he finally tenderly kiss you on the lips. “Why did you put on a shirt of mine, sweetheart? Did something happen to your wardrobe?”

Romantic gestures, another field your boyfriend can’t claim to be an expert in... Never mind, you wouldn’t love him any other way. “Because I missed you, Mickey; I wanted to feel close to you, you see?” No, he won’t see, because “Don’t call me Mickey, you-”

Right in the trap...

“Not “Mickey”?; ok, what about Mike? No? Mickie-Mike? No, no, I got it: Mimi! Or-”

You loved to tease Mycroft, he was used to it; and he knew the only way to shut you up was to kiss the living breath out of you. So, he did. You curled your hand around his tie to bring him as close to you as possible. You didn’t lie: you’ve missed him, so you just gave as good as you get until a startled gasp made Mycroft break the kiss; Lady Smallwood had just entered the scene, following Anthea, who was doing her best to appear dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry Mr. Holmes, I thought you were waiting for Lady Smallwood and-”

Said Lady didn’t look pleased, she scowled right at you, but you were smirking, not even trying to look flustered, so maybe she had an excuse here.

“Why would you introduce Lady Smallhood here when you very well know I’m with Miss Y/L/N, I really can’t figure, Anthea!”

God bless your boyfriend’s “secretary” who knew very well she would be snapped to and agreed to help you in your plan anyway. You would make sure to whiten her later as well as find a way to thank her; Mycroft should still have Miss Adler’s number somewhere...

“Excuse me, Mister holmes,” this is it; either she forfeits, either you fight her for Mycroft. Whos till hasn’t no idea about what’s going on in his own office; “I... I was just coming to cancel our appointment and apologize. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Good night.” Forfeit it is.

You heard Lady Smallwood heal’s moving off in the hall; Anthea quietly shut the door while Mycroft tried to pull the pieces together. To no avail.

“I hate to ask, but could you explain me what just happened?”

Your smile turned soft; you played a nasty trick to everybody, but hadn’t had any bad intention.

“What happened; well, a woman asked you out, as in a date - yes, Mycroft, I know you didn’t know, don’t worry - and I just... Well... Asserted my territory? With Anthea’s help, by the way, so if you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me, she didn’t do anything I didn’t ask her to.”

“‘Asserted your territory’?”

“Is it all you memorized of what I just said?!”

“First things first, dearie,” he was smiling; good, “I didn’t know you were jealous.”

“I will put it down to you, love: you’re mine and I don’t share.”

You’re Mycroft Holmes’ girlfriend, after all, he should know what to expect! 

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Thanks for reading ❤️

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Rewatch: S4E9 The Moon-Splitting Festival & S4E10 The God, Enshrined

A horrible exorcists rewatch post. What is the horrible exorcists rewatch?

🌹Summary Natsume helps out a bunch of mushroom-looking youkai and gets into a dangerous competition. Natori runs into him while on another exorcist assignment. 🌹Canon Notes +this episode corresponds to manga volume 10 chapter 39-41 +apparently, most exorcists also communicate with paper charms showing a location and a time to discuss job requests +a festival for good harvests is a common thing in a lot of areas in japan +some people like natsume are powerful enough to break certain seals just by touching them and thinking about it

🌹 Comments 

surprisingly don’t feel like there is a lot of material to talk about; as a fourth season, natsume has been pretty well-adjusted, trusting more in his friends and allies. and as natori has shown up more than once in the past seasons, he’s more of a known quantity. but!! there are still some other aspects i wanted to discuss about this two-parter.

exorcists politics makes an appearance! i love that hiiragi gets more lines in these episodes; there are some parts of the exorcist world that natori naturally wouldn’t tell natsume about, but as hiiragi is someone who also cares about natsume and has access to the exorcists community as a shiki, she can tell natsume things in a more straightforward way, instead of the roundabout way that natori would.

the contrast between natori’s daytime actor self and serious exorcist self is also brought out sharply; first all the dialogue between the girls about his 100% Sparkle Mode was, just unbelievable:

"Did you see that? That mysterious smile! I can't tell if he's a playboy or pure of heart!" "That slightly shady aura of his is just too much!"❤️❤️❤️

the girls swooning about natori’s fake line about ‘a flower petal in your hair’ is a nice bit of levity, before the serious meeting scene between natori and the unnamed exorcist. from the use of the paper charm, we wonder if it’s expected that all exorcists have a basic grasp on using paper charms to send messages; why don’t they just use phones? or letters instead? (security reasons, maybe. you don’t want other exorcist rivals necessarily knowing where you live after all). the request from the other exorcist has a very very close deadline, to natori’s obvious surprise.  The other exorcist: I want you to find Houzuki before the festival ends. Natori: When is the festival? The other exorcist: Tomorrow. Hiiragi herself notes the uneasiness she feels about the request, and drops obvious hints about possible exorcist intrigue & plotting to natsume: 

“The request...the request was impossible to complete on time...I believe that the search for Houzuki was a pretense, and the real request was to seal away Fudzuki. I believe that Natori was assigned the terrifying task of sealing away a god in order to remove a threat that returns every ten years."

Why would another exorcist lie about an assignment? And even if surprised by the time limit, was there any reason natori had to accept the assignment? Loss in reputation, perhaps?

the ending does turn out to natori’s benefit; as a shiki, hiiragi and the others do have chances to listen to exorcist gossip, after all (what are the odds that the exorcist community has a burn book, raise your hands): "By settling the matter without banishing the god, Natori's reputation among the other exorcists has risen yet again."

natori’s reputation aside, the more caring side of his character makes a strong showing in this particular story. natsume yuujinchou generally is not a plot-heavy show; but all the fun is watching the incremental character changes. 

we get more of natori’s worry about his own shiki, and not enough worrying about himself:  Sasago: We cannot leave the master alone. Hiiragi, you protect him. Natori: I'll be fine, you all go. we get natori worrying that youkai were taking advantage of natsume’s kindness: "Was Houzuki truly sealed? When was he sealed? No, you were in quite the hurry when you asked. Natsume...He's a nice kid with strong spiritual energy, so maybe you're planning to take advantage of him for something...Perhaps your plan is to turn Natsume into the new Houzuki?"

[just dropping a quick fic rec here about something exactly like this: Worthy of a Name and the lengthy sequel, The Human Mask. 100+ incredible chapters!!)  for all of natori’s worry and his constant suspicions, this two-parter is a big step from the previous two-parter with Kai (see: The Boy in the Empty House). he is willing to listen to what natsume is trying to do to help the youkai, works with natsume, and is willing to listen also to the youkai’s story. the fact that natori hesitated about going on with the exorcist assignment as originally planned, and deciding to talk over his options on it is a nicer change.  there’s also an surprising simple, subtly emotional line from hiiragi that underlines previous natsume and natori parallels:  Hiiragi, to Natsume: I feel like you've gotten softer somehow. Will Natori ever become like that?

maybe he’s not as kind as natsume is now, but he was like that still has more chances to be like that in future story arcs. Previous posts: S1E9 rewatch. S1E13. S2E3. S2E11. S2E12-13. S3E6. S3E7. S4E1-S4E2. S4E8.