#dragging the members or intentionally

[chevelleneech]

"i was more curious to know how do you go from "we didn't meet/call eachother" on July 14th to applying for Buddy program"

Anon I mean this in the nicest way. This is not what the real conversation is. Please follow real non shipper Karmies who have corrected this translation MULTIPLE TIMES. You have real legitimate non shipper Karmys, telling you this is not true. Jk never said anything about not calling. So we can let this mistranslation go. This has been explained by Jk solos too and others. Cause the translation got JK dragged and they wanted to clear it up. What Jk did was tease Jimin and say when Jimin was free he didn't find JK and when JK was free Jimin didn't find JK. He playfully put all the blame on Jimin and Jimin said that is not true, he did. Jk was starting up Jimin lives. Do you not think he can pick up that same phone and call Jimin? They were meeting clearly, but apparently not enough to Jk's liking. Hence the you're here FINALLY. And regardless if they see each other every day, they can still agree to enlist together, because they are the closest at the end of the day with each other and each other's families, regardless. And you wanna go through something with someone you know you are extremely comfortable with and never gonna get tired of, since you see each other every day in the buddy program. As for the Special Forces thing, what JK wanted to do, is not what Tae is doing. It would have required longer serving & he would not be back on time. It would have been a lot more fun, yes, but he also wouldn't have Jimin. And if it was really important for Jk to be with Tae, then Tae could have joined JK at 5th division to enlist as his buddy. That did not happen. Its time to let this go.

And well if you think they're closeted, sometimes you have to read between the lines of their dialogue & not over think it, cause they certainly ain't gonna give you the full story.

The anon didn’t say anything wrong for you to respond with, “I mean this in the nicest way.”

Saying they didn’t call each other or meet up is still valid, because even with JK saying what he did, the only people who know for a fact he was being playful is himself and Jimin.

You guys are so hard pressed to make it a fact that Jimin wasn’t in the “wrong”, that you’re refusing to let anyone else have an opinion on the conversation. The translations from the show weren’t wrong, they just weren’t 100% verbatim. But saying someone didn’t reach out is the same thing as saying someone didn’t call. Calling is reaching out.

I mean, I get it, people don’t want anyone being dragged over mistranslations, but the show didn’t mistranslate. They used different wording, which is fine. Especially since it isn’t something that drastically changed the conversation. Your whole upset over what the anon said is because you guys keep putting it in your heads that people taking JK’s words at face value for the most part, somehow paints Jimin in a bad light, when it doesn’t.

You guys want it to be playful teasing because that’s the only way y’all are able to accept their bonds. As having no conflict whatsoever, and that’s not realistic. They said they hadn’t seen each other. JK “joked” Jimin didn’t reach out. So what? You can’t say just because we saw JK starting up lives filled with JM content that he could have picked up the phone but didn’t, because you don’t know that he didn’t. They didn’t talk about whether or not JK reached out, but also… we all saw how often he asked Jimin to hang out. He made it all of our business by doing it online, for whatever reasons.

At the end of the day though, Jimin and Jungkook know what went on between them, and they chose to give us a little glimpse of it at the start of the trip. But there is no way to claim anon is happily okay with mistranslations, just because you and many others would rather nitpick exact wording.

Jungkook said what he said, and Jimin presumably didn’t what he did. Neither of them, as far as any of us know, did anything wrong though. Because we don’t know what happened, so we can’t say JK was only teasing or that Jimin wasn't denying something he did indeed do. At the same time, how JK felt about their bond and proximity in 2023 is his right to feel. So even if Jimin did reach out once or twice, if Jungkook feels like he didn’t do it enough, then that’s how he feels. That doesn’t mean Jimin was wrong for choosing not to reach out as often.

Jimin has his own life the same way Jungkook has his, and once again, we do not know what caused them to lose out on being attached at the hip the way Jungkook was used to. We also don’t know why that would have frustrated JK in the first place, because as far as we know, they’re just friends. So why would he feel any type of way and why would he so consistently do it on a public form, then say, “Finally!” when Jimin shows up, if he was only joking? There is no answer for that, because they didn’t give it.

Anyway, disagreeing with people is fine. It makes sense to come to your own conclusions as best you can, but acting like you know better just because you’re choosing to believe people who speak the language makes no sense. Take in their translations and understand that wording may not always match up, but they don’t know the details either. Yes, they can say, “They were speaking in playful tones.” and that should be factored in, but JM and JK are also professionals on camera. They weren’t about to hash out their shit for us to see, with serious tones and argumentative wording.

They were poking fun and being sarcastic, because they were on camera. Truly, how often have we seen the two of them argue? We only even know about a singular time, from seven or so years ago, and you can’t tell me it’s because they just don’t. The members argue. They’re human, but they don’t show us, because they likely don’t get into too many conflicts about music and business. It’s likely only personal drama, same as any other close circle of family and friends.

So, whether you like it or not, it is okay for people to interpret their car conversation as, “Hmm, seems like they may have had some tension between them last year.” And if they think Jimin was at fault, so be-it. It doesn’t change anything, and JK saying as much should not have gotten him dragged. The same way assuming Jimin is the reason he and JK didn’t see each other much, is not a reason to drag Jimin.

This is their business, and while we can observe and make our own assumptions, we aren’t getting any answers to the nitty gritty. And neither are Korean fans. They just happen to speak the same language.

Lastly, anon was clearly just wondering if they went directly from not hanging out much to enlisting together, did that decision come earlier on or at the last minute. It’s okay to not pretend like you know it all, which anon did. They don’t know the members and thus are curious about their motivations. But as I said, it’s possible they made this decision a long time ago. So you’re not offering anything productive to our conversation by acting like anon asked something stupid or is against Jimin or JK. It was a question.

[eskumii]

yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha + darling who's secretly half uchiha hcs

TITLE: " LIKE WATER, LIKE BLOOD " — navi. — general yandere!sasuke hcs.

NOTES: i've been randomly feinin over naruto again and this idea just won't leave me alone :'D don't press me on lore specific stuff i just yap and pretend it's true ok. also i accidently posted this b4 it was finished ... if you read that, no u didn't.

☆ you're no stranger to the fact that your mother had an affair with an uchiha man a few years before the entire clan was slaughtered like cows. your father had been a high-ranking official in fugaku's inner circle, but you had never learned his name, even when he secretly visited you and your mother on weekends between his missions and clan dealings.

☆ this is not to say, of course, that he was a bad man. he often tried to instill core uchiha values into you (never dishonor the uchiha clan name, always seek to carry on its legacy and strength, etc..) but nothing ever seemed to stick. you were more interested in the little trinkets he would bring you: necklaces, bracelets, hair ribbons, hand fans, and various other accessories that were often branded with the uchiha symbol. none of it was ever worn out in public, though, so you just hung them on your walls instead.

☆ after your father's death, you eventually distanced yourself from the uchiha side of your identity as it had always been steeped in secrecy and the fear of scrutiny from the third hokage/konoha elders/villagers who felt strongly about the nine tails attack. after all, you aren't supposed to exist. you're not sure what your mother was thinking when she got knocked up at such a politically fragile time, when the uchiha clan were still under fire for conspiracy and treason.

☆ at the academy, you intentionally avoid sasuke. you've probably spoken to him a handful of times—many of which were him telling you to get out of his way, or to shut up if you were talking too loud with your friends (your assigned seat was directly behind his, unfortunately).

☆ it isn't until much later after you graduate from the academy and are placed into teams that sasuke somehow finds out you're also an uchiha. whether someone told him or he just... knew, you do not know. at this point, you haven't seen him in months (you're on different teams), so him appearing on the landing outside of your open window is a very startling jumpscare.

☆ he takes one look around your room, which has uchiha merch strung up all over the place, and is immediately pissed at you. all this time there was another surviving member of his clan and he had no clue? and it was you, of all people?

☆ sasuke always thought you were weird and suspicious during your days at the academy. whenever he interacted with you, you would cower from him, almost looking ashamed. you were adept at everything he was and, as much as he used to hate admitting it, you were often his competition when it came to scoring at the top of various skill tests. looking back, it all makes sense: the blood in your veins is special, as uchiha children often are. as he is. and now, instead of callousness, he feels a kindling of pride at your excellence.

☆ it takes no time at all for everything to change between you and sasuke. after he barges his way into your room (you don't how he found out where you live in the first place?!), he forces you to explain why you lied about being an uchiha. you have no choice but to comply after his threatening glares pin you into submission and he refuses to let you past him until you talk.

☆ sasuke really doesn't care that you're a "half uchiha." you descended directly from a member of the uchiha clan so as far as he's concerned, you're his kin through and through. this discovery immediately sparks something primal in sasuke, like a desprate clinging to preserve what has been, and to protect what can be.

☆ you're often dragged away to secluded places by sasuke—the training grounds, usually. you try to fight but sasuke is just stronger than you and you are easily wrestled into defeat; a reoccuring pattern that makes you feel unsafe around him. but despite your growing feelings of contempt towards sasuke, he is brutally relentless in his pursuit of you or, rather, his pursuit of molding you into a proud uchiha who is willing to restore the legacy of his clan with him.

☆ the uchiha boy is a little worried that you lack so many of the values that he himself has been taught by his parents and itachi. you don't know much about the sharingan nor the clan's signature great fireball technique. so he starts there.

☆ let's be honest though: you're not interested in being lectured on the history of the clan by sasuke, but you're not entirely opposed to learning a new jutsu so you allow him to train you for now. whenever you mess up or ask too many questions, he'll sigh in very clear annoyance but bites back any insult as a mercy to you.

☆ you notice how much more patient he is towards you. how he quietly praises you when your little flame grows, how he immediately checks on you when you're winded from using too much chakra. there's a general closeness that never existed before (sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, physically guiding your hands into signs, or poking your forehead when you say or do something he thinks is dumb). it's all strangely... intimate.

☆ the frequency of his visits begin to increase as the days go by, and there were a few times where you would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing over you. obviously, this scares you, and you have to keep sasuke's sudden intrusions into your bedroom a secret from your mother, so you begrudgingly agree to his strict schedule of meeting at his apartment at least four times a week instead of him breaking into yours.

☆ in the following months, you see a side of sasuke that you're sure no one else has seen. one that isn't carefree, but deeply emotional and reactive, especially when it comes to you. soon enough, he reveals his plan of revenge against itachi to you. you're shocked that he would go to such a length, and the sentiment is not shared by you at all.

☆ before sasuke leaves the village, he of course tries to convince you to come with him. you aren't a fool, though. despite settling into your uchiha heritage at this point, you're no destined avenger. you followed along with sasuke's strange intrusion into your life thus far, but this is where you draw the line. you refuse.

☆ "no? what the hell, [name]? you're an uchiha." he'll spit heatedly, arresting you by the hand when you turn to walk away from him. "your duty now is to kill itachi and restore our clan. don't think for a second that you can just run away from this. from me."

☆ and... he's right. one way or another, you find yourself a traitor to konoha for the sake of the blood that binds you to sasuke. what happened to his family, he won't let happen to you. this time, he's the one who'll kill to protect the one he loves, even if you hate him for doing it against your will.

[cornsoupflavour]

Office Space Rivalry (aespa NSFW Smut)

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

Requested by: @shockbot54

Office!Giselle/Aeri Uchinaga x Office!Male Reader

Tags: 3.4k words, rivals to lovers, wholesome?, romance, creampie, build up, office siren

You sat at your desk. It was yet another day of being a regular office worker at SM Entertainment, surrounded by piles of paperwork. In a world filled with idols and popstars, you can't help but feel a little damp about it all. The hum of the AC droned throughout the silence of the office accompanied by distant keyboard clicking.

You sat at your desk. It was yet another day of being a regular office worker at SM Entertainment, surrounded by piles of paperwork. In a world filled with idols and popstars, you can't help but feel a little damp about it all. The hum of the AC droned throughout the silence of the office accompanied by distant keyboard clicking.

Your eyes occasionally caught glimpses of Giselle, a member of aespa who had taken up a job amidst her break from stardom. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders as she tapped away at her keyboard, her expression sullen and distant. You couldn't help but feel a pull towards her but stopped yourself. Her presence here has squandered your opportunities to gain a promotion, or at the very least made it ten times harder.

Giselle's hiatus from the limelight was a recent and well–kept secret. The public knew little about her personal life, only that she'd be away for a bit and won't be joining the performances. But here at SM Entertainment, the company was aware of her need for a break. She was dressed in a black blazer overcoat and a long flowy white skirt. A silver necklace with a small 'A' charm dangled between her cleavage.

The office manager passed by your desk with an air of importance. "Y/N, you'll be working with Giselle on a special project. It's for a new idol's profile, which includes a short bio, her discography, and a photoshoot concept."

You nodded in acknowledgement as your boss walked over to Giselle's desk to let her in on the same news. As he walked back to his office, you could see the disgruntled visage of Giselle peaking right above your desk divider.

You let out a drawn out sigh as you reluctantly made your way to Giselle's desk. The two of you never saw eye to eye, and your distaste for her was palpable. Maybe it was your jealousy... Maybe it was just that you wanted her so bad and you couldn't admit it to yourself. Giselle, on the other hand, couldn't stand your uppity attitude, regarding you as just another brown–noser.

"Good morning, Giselle. Looks like we've been assigned to work on a project together." you said, your voice monotonous and devoid of emotion.

Giselle looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Fantastic," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

With that, the two of you began to begrudgingly work on the project together. Your dislike for each other radiated from your pores. As you two scrolled through the new idol's information and material. Giselle would intentionally misplace important folders, and you would occasionally interrupt her while she was voicing out an idea to steal said idea. This back and forth would increase in passive–aggressive animosity gradually for the course of the first few weeks of the project.

On the first checkpoint, the two of you presented a draft of the idol's profile. The manager looked pleased and thanked you for your hard work. "It's a great start, and I believe with a few more tweaks, we'll have a solid profile. Keep up the good work, you two."

You and Giselle both nodded, unable to muster a smile. As you parted ways back to your respective desks, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered between you. It was like, despite not clicking on a personal level, you and Giselle complement each other well on a business level. It had been a tiring, stressful and oddly entertaining few weeks, but you two had made some progress... with the project, of course.

As the weeks dragged on, the project began to slowly take shape. You found yourself unable to deny the professional synergy between the two of you. Giselle, as an idol with experience, gave insight into the music industry, allowing you to form a cohesive and realistic looking profile for the idol. This gave you two the edge and even sped up the progress by a substantial amount.

As you worked on the profile, you found Giselle's opinions invaluable, much to your chagrin. Every time you'd disagree, you couldn't help but reflect on it when you got home and realised how right she was. She knew exactly how to word things to make the new idol's story more relatable and engaging. It pained you to agree or even highlight her ideas and opinions but... her knowledge is what helped you two progress this far.

The discography was a slightly different beast. Giselle's experience in the studio helped guide the project in the right direction. You'd listen to the songs she recommended, incorporating them into the discography, and as a result, the new idol's work was steadily becoming more cohesive. Despite still being in aespa, Giselle opted for you to go through the discography of other groups and idols.

The photoshoot concept was where Giselle shined the most. With her fashion sense and styling, she could see the complete picture of how an idol's story should be told through visuals. Not wanting to let the rivalry go, you'd argue over the smallest details, like the color palette and the type of props. Much to your dismay however, you'd eventually settle on something that worked for both of you.

Tensions between the two of you had seemingly eased. You were unable to pick her apart anymore for you never had a reason to. It felt like you might be on the path of... becoming friends... You found yourself laughing at her sarcastic remarks and even cracking a joke or two. The project brought you closer in a way you didn't expect. You could feel yourself wanting to be closer, wanting to be around her, wanting... her? However, there was still a simmering animosity there, like a fuse waiting to be lit.

On the day of the final presentation, the two of you were decked out in your respective work attire. Giselle was in a short, black dress with long sleeves that hugged her waist and curves, paired with black, knee–high boots. You, on the other hand, were in a navy blue suit with a crisp, white shirt beneath. Once again, you felt your disdain towards her challenged as the way she dressed sent an odd feeling surging through your body. It's like you couldn't look away.

The two waited in a meeting room, sat on opposite sides of the long desk. The manager walked in, his expression impressed. "This is fantastic work, you two. You've done an excellent job in bringing this new idol's profile to life. It's a perfect reflection of who she is. I should put you on more projects together."

The moment the manager left, Giselle smirked. "You know, for a minute there, I almost thought we were a team." Her tone was slightly aggravating, and her words were a clear jab at you.

You clenched your jaw, the familiar dislike and disdain for her bubbling back up. "Y–Yeah, well, it was all an act on my end. You're lucky I needed this project to succeed." The words were spoken without a single glance in her direction. You felt an odd ache in your heart, it was almost as if you actually thought things were straightening out between the two of you.

Giselle's eyes narrowed, and she stood from the desk with a huff. "Whatever. I'm going to head out for lunch. I'm too hungry for this right now, Y/N." With that, she stormed off.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you stood from the desk as well. You made your way to the desk to lay your stuff down before heading out of the building to grab lunch, you noticed that it seemed to be raining heavily and brought your coat with you. That's when you spot a familiar curvy figure at the building's entrance, hiding just out of sight. You walked over to her as you stepped out of the sliding glass doors.

"I thought you were heading off to lunch, what happened?" you asked, your tone smug.

Giselle looked up at you, obviously not pleased to see you, "...are you blind or something? It's raining, and I haven't got an umbrella. I'm just gonna sit here and wait it out."

You playfully pouted as you too looked out at the pouring rain. You sighed and hung your head. "Get up." You gestured for her to stand up before taking your own coat off and handing it to her.

She hesitated before grabbing it reluctantly and scurrying off into the rain.

"HEY– THAT'S MY COAT–" you chased her as she ran.

You couldn't help but stand for a moment and laugh to yourself as this hiatus–ridden idol ran through the rain using your suit coat as cover. You shook your head before braving the downpour yourself, trying to catch up with, but she seemed to be quite fast. Her black dress hugged her curvy frame, and for a moment, you couldn't help but admire how well it fit her. Wet strands of her hair clung to her face as she turned back to face you teasingly, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of protectiveness.

You ran through the rain as she did the same. Eventually, you caught up to her, finding shelter under a building. "Jeez, for someone in high heels– you run fast..." Giselle glanced at you, a hint of a smirk forming. "Yeah? Well, I'm hungry, sorry if you can't keep up~" she tossed the wet coat into your arms, granting a look of slight discomfort from you.

You began to ring your coat out as she approached you once more, "When you're done, just come and find me. I guess I could let you eat with me." As quickly as she approached, she left, back towards the table. 

About half an hour passed, you sat adjacent to her, enjoying a delicious meal. "Thanks for the jacket... by the way." You raised your head from your meal, nodding with your mouth full. "Don't worry about it. Figured it was the least I could do since you kinda helped us get the project done as quick as we did."

"Sorry for throwing your jacket back at you..." she apologised with a hint of brattiness. It was as if she wasn't really sorry. "It's fine. You don't like me and I was kinda expecting you'd do that."

She sighed before turning to face you, "And what do you want in return?" She batted her eyes, her confidence and sex appeal on full display.

You cleared your throat, feeling the heat in your cheeks. "Uh... Just pay for lunch, and we're cool," you stuttered out, trying to play it cool.

"Fine," Giselle replied, her face returning back to looking void.

As you two continued eating, Giselle started to open up. She wasn't letting you in on her lore, but more of just, coming out of her shell and speaking to you. You found yourself laughing at her jokes, enjoying her quips and sarcasm. The more time you spent with her, the more you realized you were starting to fall for her. You couldn't deny the way her gaze made your stomach flutter, or how her touch sent shivers down your spine.

Giselle, however, tried to maintain her distance. Every time she caught you staring, she'd make a snide comment or change the subject. You could see the unapproving glare in her eyes, but it only fueled your desire to win her over. It wasn't that she hated you, she was just, not into like that... not yet, at least.

However, as time went on, more lunches and work sessions went by, and Giselle began to open up around you. The sarcastic remarks became more playful, and the subtle glares disappeared.

One evening, a few minutes till the end of the work day, your manager approached your desk to let you know that you and Giselle will be joining the new idol on a tour. You looked up, your expression surprised. "What do you mean? You want us to buy tickets for all her shows?"

"What? No– You two will be joining her as she goes around for her tours. I'll book you one extra room for you two to share because that's how much we've got left of the budget. No funny business, or do, I don't really care."

His voice growled at the end as he turned and walked to Giselle's desk to tell her the exact same thing. As he left, you could see Giselle's eyes poking right above the desk dividers, a knowing eyebrow raise etched on her face. A few days go by and you two have found yourself in a hotel room together after the new idol's first performance. Giselle, now much more comfortable with you than before, leaned in close to you, her chest almost touching your arm. "Y/N, I think you've done a great job with this project," she whispered in your ear. You could feel her warm breath, and your heart raced.

"Wha– Huh?" you stuttered, your cheeks burning red.

She smirked before returning to unpack her things. "You wanna go out for a drink?" She asked, her ass swaying in the air as she reached down for her suitcase. You couldn't help but be drawn to her, like she was some sort of siren. You slowly approached her before deciding to grab her waist and gently buck yours against hers.

"What are you doing?" Giselle asked, standing back up. "You need something?"

You snapped out of your trance–like state, "Huh? What? Oh, uhh nothing. Sorry, just uhh– Yeah, it's nothing." You waddled back to your side of the room, blinking sporadically. "Yeah, I'd be down for some drinks." Giselle raised an eyebrow at you, not entirely sure of what just happened, but decided to brush it off.

You both arrived at the bar later that night and ordered a cocktail each. Giselle sipped her cocktail, her hair tousled, and her makeup a tad smudged from the hectic day of watching over this new idol. But your gaze settled on Giselle, entranced. As the night went on, the air grew thick with flirtation.

Eventually, Giselle reached out and took your hand, her fingers entwined with yours. "Y/N, I don't know what it is about you, but you've grown on me," she admitted, her eyes searching for yours, unsure.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "And I've grown on you, too, Giselle," you responded, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It was an odd feeling. You could tell she was still quite reserved but she said it. You'd grown onto her. Maybe... just maybe, you should seize this opportunity, with a kiss...

You leaped into her arms, pulling her close for a passionate, deep kiss. The grumpy and unapproving façade slipped away, replaced by passion and desire. Her tongue began to intertwine with yours, as both your hands gripped onto her ass. Was this the cocktails? Certainly not, right? It can't be that you two got this drunk over one cocktail.

But alas, it wasn't the alcohol. It was the gradual build up of desire fostered through business rivalry and the need to be better than the other. You couldn't take it anymore, you lifted her into a bridal carry and rushed her back to the hotel room. Your frantic movements looked as though you were about to piss your pants. You probably were, but not due to poor bladder management, maybe just excitement.

Once in, you slammed the door shut, still holding Giselle in your arms. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, echoing yours. With a smirk, you laid her on the bed, the sheets crinkling beneath her. Giselle's plaid skirt clung to her hips and thighs, and her black lace panties revealed themselves.

She nodded, a hungry look in her eyes. "Then have me~ Take them off, Y/N."

You slowly pulled her panties down, until they reached her ankles. Giselle lifted her legs, slipping them off, revealing her moist, wet folds. Your cock twitched, eager to be enveloped by her. You licked your fingers before gliding two of them over her folds.

You unbuttoned your shirt, letting Giselle gaze at and caress your chest with her fingers. "Damn, you were hiding that from me?" Your pants pooled somewhere on the room floor as you lined yourself up with her entrance. Giselle laid there, her eyes teasing but also begging. She adjusted her glasses and rolled her top up, just enough for her gorgeous twin girls to be seen, still confined by her lacey black bra, but not enough for her top to be off.

"Not yet, Y/N~ You wanna see them? Feel them? You've gotta earn it~" She teased, tracing your jawline with her finger. She reached up and grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for another, intense kiss. The kiss was deep, hungry, and passionate, your tongues mingling as you plunged yourself into her.

Breaking the kiss, you feel your cock bottom her out, the tip of your cock already dripping with pre–cum inside her. "FUCK– YOU'RE SO TIGHT–" Giselle's eyes widen as she feels you inside her for the first time.

"NNGH~ Fuck yes, Y/N!" she responded, her voice shaky with desire.

You smirked as you began to pound her roughly, your lips unable to pull themselves away from hers. She bit her lip, moaning softly.

"Aahh, Y/N, I'm...", she let out a breathy moan, "...so full. You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

You smirked, thrusting in and out of her slow and steady at first. Giselle's legs wrapped around your waist, her nails digging in.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." Giselle moaned, arching her back, hips moving to match your thrusts.

Giselle's desire is burned brightly within her, and you loved feeling the power of being inside her. You're in control, the rhythm of your thrusts increasing in speed, causing Giselle's moans to grow louder.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop... Mmmf~" Giselle encouraged, her moans garnering more intensity.

You couldn't, you wouldn't stop. Your thrusts quicken, your hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. You lean down to kiss her, your mouths crashing together, your tongues tangling, each thrust aligning with a sharp inhale from Giselle.

The heat between the two of you was intoxicating, and Giselle's moans grew louder, her grip on your back tightening. You can feel the walls of her pussy gripping you tighter and tighter, milking you for all you're worth.

"You like this, don't you? You like feeling my cock bottom you out."

Giselle nodded, her eyes rolling out as her tongue stuck out. You leaned down and used your teeth to lift her bra off her tits before helping yourself to them. You flicked each nipple with your tongue, letting your head swim onto them like a baby being breastfed.

"Y/N, I'm... I'm gonna cum... oh, God, Y/N," she panted, her walls clenching around you as she reached her climax. "Please– Kiss me–"

She pressed her lips onto yours as she let herself indulge in your taste. She felt your cock twitch and throb within her. "Cum inside me. Breed me."

Hearing the way she begged and commanded nearly pushed you over the edge. "I'm... I'm close, Giselle..." you panted, your thrusts became more frantic, the build–up to climax an intense, heady feeling.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, her face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum with me, Y/N, I want to feel you cum inside me. Fill. Me. Up."

You gripped the sheets tightly, your thrusts growing more erratic, your cock pulsating inside her.

"Oh God, Giselle– I'm gonna cum~!" you shouted, your cock twitching, the tip of your cock pulsating inside her, spurts of hot, thick cum flooding her insides, your body trembling. Giselle screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down onto your shaft. She shuddered and gasped.

You collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, a mixture of sweat and lust coating your bodies. "Fuck– Giselle– I– I–" you struggled, pressing a kiss to her lips, spent.

She's panting, her chest rising and falling. "That was... unexpected... We should uhm... do more of that... maybe not tonight, but we definitely should..." Giselle says, her hand tracing your back, her fingertips gentle, her eyes filled with a newfound appreciation for you.

You smile, gazing at her, "I agree, I came so hard... But I'm glad I could... surprise you, Giselle."

Her smile is small, tender, her eyes soft and forgiving. "Yeah..."

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[lixie-phoria]

bff!stray kids and the little things they do when they have a crush on you

pairing : stray kids x reader | genre : fluff | warnings : none

🧿 ┆ CHAN - he stalks your pinterest saves to see your latest interests

He doesn't do it in a creepy way, i promise. he just likes to go through your latest pins and find out what you're into and surprise you without you even having to tell him!! He spoils you so much :(( You recently saved a really cute fit inspo? He's going to order it for you. Saw you saving pins of pretty bouquets? You'll find the very same one in his hands as he picks you up from work. This man is such a sweetheart you're so lucky.

🧿┆ LEE KNOW - purposely forget his hoodies and tshirts at your place so you can wear them

Is it really an accident that he forgot his hoodie at your house for the fifteenth time even after you reminded him multiple times? Of course! Or at least that's what minho insists. He's never going to tell you that he intentionally forgets them at your place because it gives you an excuse to wear it. he will never tell you how delusional he is and how much it plays into his fantasies of you dating him when he sees you in his clothes. He's such a simp lmao please.

🧿 ┆ CHANGBIN - will buy anything that reminds him of you

He misses you so much on tour and can't stop thinking about you :(( even the smallest objects remind him of you. He goes to a beach in Australia and sees a shell whose colors match those of a really pretty dress you have? He's going to take it without a second thought, somehow managing to make a hole in it and looping an expensive chain through it because the shell may be simple but he loves spoiling you rotten with expensive gifts too. He sees a potted plant in some foreign country that looks somewhat like the one you have at your place? Of course he's going to buy it. Please don't ask him how he plans on getting it through airport security. He's too busy thinking about you to worry about all that!!

🧿 ┆ HYUNJIN - he lets only you paint his nails and do his make up!!

He's going to be sooo whiny as you drag him into the cosmetics store at the mall but anyone can see the stars in his eyes as he looks at your excited smile. The second you're in he's going to be all over the place, picking out items he thinks would go well with your features. And if you want to try out any of the products, he's offering himself before you can even pick the samples. Loves to have you paint his nails, try a new shade of lip gloss on his skin or the texture of a new blush. he will do anything for you. he does not care about the looks he gets as he proudly walks around with all 10 finger nails painted in mismatched colours.

🧿 ┆ HAN - He always let's you have the first bite of food

lover boy is so whipped i cannot stress enough. whenever you guys go on dates hang out, he purposely orders a starter he knows you like and insists you have the first bite. always. if you accompany him on set he remembers to carry snacks so he can share them with you and fights any member who tries to take some hahaha

🧿 ┆ FELIX - always takes your input when getting ready for a comeback

you see all those funky hair colors felix sports every comeback and pulls them off every single time? yeah thats all you. never once has he failed to ask you what colors you'd like to see him in. and he won't listen to you complain about how it might potentially damage his hair. you want to see him in blue? he's already texting his hair stylist l. you've been into purple lately? he's already discussing the different shades with you. it's so sweet and he loves it when he can finally show you the new look.

🧿 ┆ SEUNGMIN - "accidentally" takes your stuff so it gives him an excuse to drop it off at your place and see you

seungmin being upfront about his crush on you? of course not. he's such a baby lmao will never have the courage to tell you but he also doesn't know how to explain why he always wants to be around you. so he comes up with a (supposedly) fool proof plan!! he takes your stuff whenever you guys hang out so it gives him an excuse to come over and give it you later on. if you're ever missing a clutch clip or your lip gloss best believe he has it. and watch him laugh it off as an accident. he gets so embarrassed when the other 7 see right through him hahaha but he'd rather be teased because its worth seeing you

🧿 ┆ JEONGIN - aggressively confesses his love for you

he's so adorable. he isn't really sure how to navigate your relationship because its all so new to him but he also wants you to know that he genuinely likes you. so he sticks to saying i-love-you's at the most random times and so aggressively it nearly scared you the first time. so many of his good morning texts read along the lines of good morning i hope you're up or i will splash water down your pretty face. don't forget breakfast because it's important for you. if you forget it, i will fight you. i love you 😠😠😠😠 but once you catch on it's obviously got you giggling and blushing because it's such a jeongin thing to do and honestly how could you not fall for him when he's just awkwardly trying to confess how much he's in love with you

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @jiisungllvr (send an ask to be added/removed)

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[peppertoastuniverse]

the heat of summer – geto suguru

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, switching povs, just 2 idiots in love, lots of fluff, suggestive gojo, soft sugu, suguru being the biggest doting mother hen who just wants to love you and make sure you're ok summary: suguru geto wonders if it’s the summer heat that’s the cause of his flushed face and erratically beating heart or if it’s because of you. wc: 2.8k

“stop.” he warns, voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers.

stretching out his broad frame on his bed, geto stares up at the ceiling humming casually. it was his favourite time of day. he enjoys watching the darkness of the evening overpower the golden edges of the disappearing sun, the intense heat from the day diluting into a pleasant warmth. a pleasant breeze dances through his opened window, rustling the pages of his carefully abandoned book on his bed. the book that you bought him last week. you showed up at his door during this time, slightly out of breath with excited eyes contrasting your dishevelled uniform. you must have just came back from mission with gojo. pressing a hardcover book into his palms before beaming “suguru! I brought this back for you from Kurashiki! i.. i thought you’d like it.” you were so sweet. you thought of him.

he smiles at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser within his chest, stomping on all reason in his brain. a foreign warmth bathes his chest in a tenderness that he couldn't understand. his brow furrow slightly at this strange feeling. he exhaled slowly as to appease his erratically beating heart, weaving his now sweaty palms through his loose dark hair to distract himself.

huh. must be the heat. or.. was it because you were- smack. a cool package striking geto’s contemplative face, effectively knocks him out of is reverie. a welcome distraction in the form of a.. popsicle?

narrowed violet eyes trail up to his best friend's confident stance, large hands splayed across the open door, pale face immensely pleased with himself. “dude, what the fuck?” a tinge of annoyance colouring geto’s words, satoru was always so careless. raising an eyebrow, the beginnings of a cheeky grin decorating gojo’s proud face, “what? did I get the wrong flavour, baby? wanna taste mine then?” quickly crossing the threshold into geto’s tidy room, waving his own purple popsicle his best friend’s face, dark glasses sliding down ever so slightly to reveal blue eyes full of mischief. gojo was practically vibrating from boredom. "..or do you wanna taste something el-" gojo cackles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "enough." suguru spits with an amused scoff, as gojo’s snickering lingered in the summer air. accompanied a quiet mutter of thanks, geto carefully opens the packaging of the shockingly blue popsicle. placing the plastic wrapper on his bedside table while gracefully moving his body into a seated position. he sighs softly, enjoying the coolness of the treat and the sweet flavour dancing on his tongue. “- ehhh? that's it? you usually try and beat my ass after something like that. tired again, suguru?” gojo's boisterous voice was too loud and lively to match the hot, sluggish summers of Tokyo, but geto noticed the slight tinge of worry laced in it. stepping quickly to take a seat by geto’s side, gojo intentionally jostles the bed, playfully bumping geto's knee with his own in the process. frowning geto easily takes the bait and kicks him back with a disproportionate amount of ferocity, earning a wide grin from the white haired boy. “satoru, if you want to fight go bother someone else.” "oh believe me –  i tried. nanami and haibara were sent on that mission this morning, ‘member? and shoko already threw me out of her room." gojo whines rubbing the back of his neck, licking his dripping popsicle hastily. bright eyes scanning geto’s room until he noticed the book. the book that you dragged gojo all around Kurashiki to 4 different bookstores to get. turning his head he eyes his best friend’s suspicious face in glee. “don’t tell me you’re still pouting, suguru? ….you’re still worried about them?” gojo asked poorly attempting to hide his amusement. oh. geto wonders why his heart starts beating rapidly at the mere mention of you, or why all of a sudden the intense summer sun was back in his room. "nah, it's just the heat – it must be getting to me." geto side steps, easily masking his slight frown. biting the last bit of his popsicle, voice slightly muffled as it melts in his mouth. “they just texted me, y'know. they're fiiiiiine. they'll be back in a few hours!” gojo teasing tone stifled as he chews on his purple stained popsicle stick.

geto unconsciously lets out a sigh of relief. you were okay. he was glad that you were okay – of course you were. you could hold your own during missions, you were reliable – albeit a little too reckless for his liking sometimes, and you had a tendency to be self-sacrificing when it wasn't needed but - wait.

gojo and you… texted? since when? gojo's face whips to his, the beginning of a shit eating grin threatens to spill from his lips “.. and they asked about you too.” geto's heart lurches, fighting a pleased smile. “yeah well, they ask about everyone." an easy excuse.

it's definitely not the summer heat that made his face flush.

you sighed audibly - japanese summers were really a punishment. you really couldn’t take the heat - it was too intense, too brash – it overwhelmed you until you were breathless. as you felt your uniform begin to stick uncomfortably to your skin you huffed. you couldn't wait for autumn. strained muscles, a few minor cuts on your legs and a stinging left arm were the souvenirs of your first solo mission after your recent promotion to grade 1 – thankfully this one didn’t go too badly. stretching lightly you groaned when you heard the faint pop of your aching joints. at least you had the cicadas and the faint moonlight to keep you company as you made the trek back to jujutsu tech.

a refreshing breeze danced through your hair and you hummed in pleasure, appreciatedly. gingerly you raise your arms, gathering your messy hair into a ponytail out of your face, exposing your sweaty neck. reaching to your wrist, grabbing the black hair tie that he gave you last week. you remembered his observant eyes recognizing your irritation at your unruly hair getting in your face during training. calling your name, you found yourself situated in between his long legs, his fingers, lightly weaving through your hair, slightly tugging it, coaxing your locks into a ponytail, "there, we go…" he'd mutter tying it off easily and patting your head for good measure. he thought about you.

you smiled at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser that would somehow make a home within your chest. arriving so elusively, spreading to the flushed plains of your cheeks decorating your face with an air of bewilderment. you inhaled sharply, noticing the vibrations of your unevenly beating heart. you grumbled involuntarily playing with your hair, twirling it around your pointer finger.

ugh. must be the heat. passing the torii gates, you could almost feel your soft bed and plush pillows. You groaned prematurely imagining your dorm room fan, blowing on your skin. maybe you could watch a movie to wind down or take a cold bath. or maybe...he would be up and you could drop by to–

a rustle interrupted your thoughts.

turning briskly, your cautious face painted in surprise when you saw his emerging figure in the darkness.

geto.

it seems as if he wasn’t expecting to see anyone either. eyebrows quirked, sleek black hair let loose around his broad back. instantly geto's posture straightens out in the dim moonlight as your eyes meet his. was he.. nervous to see you? you shake the silly thought from your wandering mind. probably not, why would he be nervous to see you? “suguru!” you smile tiredly with a wave. "whatcha doing here?" approaching him with a slight bounce in your step despite the protest of your muscles.

"just out for a walk." he answers smile matching yours. "mission go okay?"

if you weren't as equally observant as geto, you wouldn't have noticed him tucking his fidgeting hands into his loose pants or his amethyst eyes give you a quick once over, slight crease on his brow. "it wasn't anything i couldn't handle.. but i'm all gross and tired." you answer, trying to appease his worry, ponytail swishing behind your back.

“you’re bleeding…” geto’s long strides meet your smaller figure, quickly approaching you with renewed intent. You could feel the heat of his meticulous stare on your left arm, your own eyes glancing down surveying the damage. "huh? oh. that.. it's fine, just a scratch –" geto can't help but feel exasperated by you sometimes, you're too kind almost to the point of being naive. you’re just so thoughtful, always putting other people first – trying to reassure him while you're actively hurt and bleeding. he doesn't like that. you needed to take better care of yourself, realise that you’re important too.. you’re important to him.

your eyes widen slightly when you feel his long fingers gently encircle your right wrist, effectively guiding you to sit at the benches behind you. pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket he glances apologetically at your face briefly before pressing it to your wound to ease the bleeding. you flinch slightly in response. "suguru – really! i'm fine, it's nothing–" nose scrunching up in protest. he interrupts you with a rather sassy deadpan glare catching you off guard. if you weren’t so exasperated with his coddling you would’ve laughed. but it’s just like suguru to dote on you. picking your battles, you roll your eyes, gently slapping his knee without any real vigour. “suguruuu,” you whine dramatically. “stop.” he warns voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers. you’re about to protest again but you don’t expect his serious expression as he meets your pouting face.  you do what he asks and if he keeps looking at you like that you’ll do whatever he wants. so you sigh impatiently, admitting defeat with a grumble. with him you always folded so easily. you watch him as he works, the gentle growing glow of the moon accentuating his soft features. you notice the slight furrow in his brow as he cautiously lifts the handkerchief to peek at the wound accessing it’s severity. his sharp jaw unconsciously tensing thoughtfully, high cheekbones accentuating his sleek eyes, the curtain of black hair billowing down the nape of his long neck occasionally catching the warm breeze. you never realised how handsome he was. your fingers couldn’t resist the temptation as they brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking the silky threads behind his ear affectionately. geto slightly stills with the intimate action before melting to you fleeting touch. fingers trembling, you hesitantly drop your fingers, curling your hand into your lap. contact severing far too soon. geto and you sit in a comfortable but thoughtful silence as he fusses over you. with him it felt like you didn’t need to fill in the silences, you could just exist in the same space and find comfort knowing that he was beside you. his strength and raw power were always the first thing people saw but to you it was his quiet kindness. what you appreciated about him was his gentle nature, his presence was comforting and reassuring like the retreating sunlight on your skin at twilight. under his gaze, you’ve never felt so cared for.

"do we have to cut it off? am i dying? ooh dang, i was really looking forward to listening to satoru complain all day about the heat tomorrow," you quipped sarcastically, breaking the silence. "seriously? you complain just as much about the heat maybe even more–" his large hands stilling, his right resting lightly on your thigh, skin beneath his palms burning. "is that any way to talk to your patient, sugu?" you interrupt him casting a cheeky smile, as geto rolls his eyes. "hmm, it should be okay for now. but you should really be more careful next time. at least visit shoko once in a while – you're not invincible. " he chastises you. "pffff, and miss out on quality sugu time? no way!" brightly exclaiming, stretching out your legs. he chuckles, the sound adding to the vibrations of your unsteady heart. if he laughed again you swore you might have a heart attack. he looked so relaxed like this – so free. you felt that geto was one to hold his own emotions so close to his chest that they threatened to consume him from the inside. after all, he was so busy taking care of everyone else, who would take care of him? you wanted to carry his fraying thoughts, to keep the the storm above his shoulders at bay, to help him bear the weight of the curse of being human. black hair falling as he shakes his head, "you're ridiculous, you know that?” he pulls the handkerchief away to check on the wound one last time before tying the makeshift bandage loosely, satisfied. you whisper your thanks as his warm hands withdraw. you crave the missing contact immediately.

resting his hands on his knees, he looks at you in amusement before his quickly flicker to ground at your feet.

“you know that you can get quality sugu time anytime you want, right?” he says with curious sincerity.

you savour his rare bashful expression. this was a version of geto you rarely saw and you couldn’t help but coo internally. he was always so confident and sure but seeing him like this felt like you got to see the real version of him, a proposal to form a new, deeper bond of trust. “yeah, but we’re both being shipped out all the time now. I never get to see you anymore…” you voice trails off, growing softer with unexpected vulnerability. your shy eyes squint up to dark sky, choosing to be swallowed by the sky instead of the abyss of his eyes. absentmindedly you ramble, words spilling almost carelessly, "it would've been way more fun if you were there with me today." "oh, just me, eh? did you miss me that much?" lightly bumping his knee to yours. you can hear the slightly cocky smile on his face – all shyness gone – voice bright, pleased with your admission. "pfff uhh – i…. okay. i meant if everyone was together!" you added, hastily, pursing your lips realising he didn’t see through your poorly veiled bluff. "hmm… i dunno, it sounded better when it was just me," he slightly pouts, his palm cradling his cheek as he peers down at you. you bump his broad shoulder with yours, his sweet smile temporarily hypnotizing you, making you forget your injury. you stiffen with a quiet wince, hoping he didn’t hear. but nothing gets past geto, especially you. swiftly, he winds a strong arm around your lower back stilling you. geto shifts to check on your wound, you feel the rumble in his chest as he tuts. his concerned eyes flash to yours.

“hey. hey, easy there. can't have you bleeding out on me again." you fidgeted slightly looking anywhere but his face for you knew that if your eyes met that you’d simply combust. geto observantly notices your stillness and soothes you warmly, intuitively rubbing your back moving impossibly closer to your feverish body. you feel like you might die like this.

“i thought about you... when you were gone," voice soft, barely there as if he was letting you in on a secret and he was unsure if he himself wanted to admit it yet.

p­­­lunging into the abyss you looked into his twinkling eyes, perhaps the stars were hiding in his eyes tonight. “...you weren’t worrying about me, were you?”

"i know that you're capable, but sometimes i cant help it..." sighing slightly, the tips of his ears flushing at the confession.

you allowed your head to find his firm shoulder, curling into his warmth, recognizing his vulnerability. being mindful of your injury, geto rests his head on top yours with a contented hum. Your eyes softening, “don't worry sugu, i'll always come back..."

i'll always come back to you, your heart quietly admits, surprising even yourself as you further bury yourself in geto. but it's almost too soon, too overwhelming to voice it out loud. you feel his gentle caress tighten around you minusculely, interrupting your spiralling thoughts, comforting you even when you didn’t even know you needed it. the combination of the weight of his head and his comforting scent further grounding you reassuringly. your body relaxing, melting into each other.

" .. i missed you, too." he says softly, his eyes carrying a confession of something more. you feel his shy grin, before glancing back at his flushed face, finding a mutual expression reflected in his eyes.

you're not sure if it's the summer heat or this sudden close proximity that makes you feel dizzy. maybe it was the gentleness in his tender touch stroking the embers of something new in your heart.

for now you're content with holding onto him just a little longer.

a/n: u best believe i made geto and and gojo have matching popsicles lol because that’s canon

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 10: Spanking

Jung Wooyoung x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Spanking DUH, possessive Wooyoung, bratty reader, brat taming? you two are friends, reader is an Ateez member, I think that's it.

TW: The reader is described as having a pretty fat ass, if you're insecure about your flat butt like I am, then maybe this story isn't for you. Some content maybe be difficult for bubble butt sensitive viewers.

Word Count: 1,064

You and Wooyoung are really good friends, closer than most other members in the group, and he secretly had a bit of a crush on you. You had a big one on him too, secretly teasing him by bending over or touching him a little too long. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you loved every moment of his flushed or sometimes even frustrated expression whenever you teased him.

Currently, you two are in dance practice with the rest of the members, practicing for the upcoming concert tour. As the lineup goes for this dance, you are practically right in front of Wooyoung for the song the whole time, so you had quite the idea. A terrible, horrible, very bad, brilliant idea.

Your shorts are always incredibly short, the target of many complaints from Wooyoung since it messes up his dancing, almost always giving him a hard on. So, with this particular number, you decided to turn the slut notch up to 11, bending over, sticking your ass out, and arching your back as much as you possibly can.

Wooyoung grows more and more sexually frustrated as the practice session goes on, the bulge in his pants becoming harder and harder to hide from his fellow members, and it's all your fault.

It's so fucking hard for him to see your plump ass and not just squeeze it, run his face through it, fuck it, dear god anything. He wants to grope it so bad but that would make the friendship a little awkward, just a little bit.

But FUCK, seeing that wonderful bubble butt jiggle in front of him during every practice and not being able to do anything with it is complete torture, and he knows damn well that you're doing this shit intentionally, you fucking bitch.

Once practice FINALLY ends, you walk over to Hongjoong, who gives you a light spank on the ass.

"Good job today Y/n, though your dancing was a little too..." He pauses, trying to find the right way to put it. "Too sexy."

"Thank you!" You expressed graciously, not exactly taking his backhanded advice like he wanted.

"Don't you think it's a bit... much." He said kindly, trying to phrase it in the best way he can. Suddenly, Wooyoung walks over to interrupt the conversation.

"Far too much, it's really difficult to dance with his ass in my face." He confessed angrily to Hongjoong, raising his voice a little due to the sexual frustration you're giving him.

Then, Mingi walks over and gives you a light spank on the ass, making it slightly jiggle.

"Good job today." He told you with a gentle smile, but that light spank was Wooyoung's thirteenth reason, so he's about to do something about your slutty attitude.

Without another word, Wooyoung grips your arm and takes you away from everyone else, dragging you to who knows where, gripping tightly enough to leave a bruise. He walks quickly as you stumble behind him, trying to hold back the massive smirk your face desperately wants to make. He soon reaches his intended destination, the recording studio, where no one can hear how loud you scream. In a sex way not a murder way.

He quickly sits down and throws you on to his lap, taking your shorts and underwear off and throwing them to the other side of the room, you won't need them for a while. He does all of this within a blink of an eye, both disorienting and turning you on.

"You're fucking leaking, I bet you just loved showing me this perfect ass! Flaunting it in my face, fucking tease!" He nearly yelled at you, gripping your cheeks tightly, almost hard enough to bruise, finally being able to get his hands on the one thing he's wanted for months now. His tight grip makes you both whimper in pain but also shriek in ecstasy, the duality of men. His grip on your plump cheeks only tightens, making your shrieks only louder.

"No one's going to help you, fucking slut! I have you all to myself." He started loudly. Wooyoung finally spanks your bubble butt, watching as the plump flesh jiggles from his hard slap. "Fucking finally, that's so fucking hot."

But one slap isn't near enough for him, not after all you've put him through, so he goes to mother fucking town. He slaps your ass HARD, over and over again until both of your poor cheeks are a bright shade of red. He spanks one, then the other, waiting to watch them jiggle and once that stops, he does it all over again.

"Sorry okay! That really hurts!" You whined, but secretly you adored how mad you've made him with your constant teasing, loving the way his hand felt as it smacked your now hot burning flesh.

"You like this don't you? You like how I'm punishing you for weeks of being a total slut!" He yelled angrily, delivering a particularly harsh slap, making you screech in pain and pleasure.

You respond to him with a simple yet effective cheeky shrug, this REALLY pisses Wooyoung off, which you can tell from how he gives your cheek the harshest slap yet, causing the loudest pitch you've reached in your entire life; Hongjoong would be proud of such a note. At this point, neither of you can tell what's louder, his spanks or your moans.

Wooyoung then goes back to continuously spanking you, slapping your cheeks over and over at an excruciating pace, projecting weeks of sexual frustration into your poor ass, making it terribly sore. It hurts like a fucking bitch, but you kind of love it. Your shrieks of pain turn into pitchy moans of pleasure at the sensation of his hand slapping your ass with such force and ferocity.

Once Wooyoung has let out all his sexual frustrations on your perfect ass, he gently rubs the tender and sensitive flesh, gently kissing your cheeks, a complete contrast to his previous aggressive behavior.

"Now you know what will happen if you pull that shit again." He warned, giving you ass one more hard slap, making you shriek in the recording room.

"Good to know, now I know what to do if I ever want to get spanked or..." You let on, giving him a wink, which earns you a final harsh slap on your ass.

THE END

[oct0bra1ns]

Love in war

Synopsis: Even war wouldn't stop his obsession. Pairing: Yandere Soldier x Doctor!reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others, yanderes notes: I just realised i have no pinned post, oops reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Yandere soldier! Who's well trained and the most capable member of his unit. The one who gets the least amount of injuries.

Yandere soldier! Who finally gets a chance to see you, the doctor who's been saving his units lives again and again, and falls in love with you.

Yandere soldier! Who starts intentionally going out on more dangerous plans and getting into risky situations just so you can patch him up.

Yandere soldier! Who gives his teammates easier and more harmless jobs so he can keep them away from you.

Yandere soldier! who keeps coming back to you even after you keep scolding him for every injury he comes back with. If you want him to stop, perhaps you'll have to keep him with you all the time.

Yandere soldier! Who lets you grab him and drag him away to treat his injuries even when he's much stronger than you.

Yandere soldier! Who ends up picking up your work so that if you ever get hurt, he'll be the one to patch you up and not something other filthy person. Of course he'll opt to tell you he learned it just to help you out with the others.

Yandere soldier! Who gets rid of anyone that raises their voice against you, even if they're higher in rank, no one gets to yell at you.

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Hashira 🍆 Size Ranking

Warning: if it ain’t obvious, this contains smut lmao — therefore Muichiro is 100% not included in this. We’re talking about 🍆, length, girth, all the fun stuff. So if PPs make you uncomfortable keep on scrolling babes </3

A/N: these low key stress me out cause I feel like people can get pretty defensive over these types of Headcanons. Especially if my own thought differs from yours. Regardless, these are just my personal takes/HCs. My word is not law so do not be upset if my HC does not match yours / don’t feel the need to change how you HC these things to fit my POV. This is why I refrain from describing size in my fics, I want y’all to imagine it in a way that you like lololol

Lastly, idgaf if you see some of this as unrealistic, these are fake, fictional drawings of men, if I wanna give Gyomei a 44ft long 🍆, I can and will (I didn’t but you get the point.) Anyways enjoy my personal thoughts on this matter

1. Himejima Gyomei

Is anyone fucking shocked that this 7’2 (220cm) man is packing the biggest schlong among the male Hashira?

I mean let’s be logical real quick, his dick is as big as the rest of him. This man’s dick is dragging on the floor.

Soft: 11.2

Hard: 12.3

Call it unrealistic idgaf this man is LONG

Girthy too, he’s fucking beefy all over

This man’s dick will feel like he’s shoving his wrist up in there ong bro

It curves downward slightly when hard, I mean shit that thing is heavy, it stands no chance against gravity

2. Uzui Tengen

Again, the man is 6’6 (198cm).

Height comes into play when it comes to our two tank Hashira

Therefore none of you should be surprised that they are the top two

Soft: 9

Hard: 10.3

Your guts are getting rearranged, he knows the length he has but often underestimates how far he can go…

He’s long but doesn’t have a crazy girth to him, which thank fuck it doesn’t take as much prep to take him

He’s pretty straight when hard and manages to flex it and keep it up (he totally does dick tricks & you can’t convince me otherwise)

3. Tomioka Giyu

I’m standing by my “big dick Giyu” head canon. I just know this man is packing a weapon down there

What’s crazy is he wasn’t even aware of how good he had it until he overheard other corps members chatting

Soft: 6.3

Hard: 7.4

He’s got a decent girth and as weird as it may sound, it’s pretty, like really pretty to look at

When hard, it curves upwards and stands at attention which makes him a bit embarrassed

He knows how to use it, because of that he’s pretty confident in that aspect which is wild for him

He will also rearrange your guts unintentionally (or intentionally hehe)

4. Shinazugawa Sanemi

I don’t wanna hear one PEEP from any of you that Sanemi should be above Giyu.

My man is forth on the list but that ain’t mean shit, he’s still got a lot going on down there

Soft: 6

Hard: 7

He’s girthy, will tear you up girth, needs thirty minutes of prep minimum because of how wildly he fucks girth

He sticks straight out, no curve in sight and honestly looks like he defies gravity.

He’s like Tengen, can do dick tricks. But unlike Tengen he doesn’t make that known / show you lmao.

He’ll break your back, he may even hurt you (fully unintentional) if he gets too into it. That thing is fr a weapon

5. Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s fifth on the list but trust me he’s not lacking

He’s second smallest, but he’s not small, if you get what I mean. It’s kinda like how we rank the Hashira weakest to strongest but regardless they are still the strongest in the corps… that make sense?

Soft: 5.8

Hard: 6.8

He curves upwards, very prominent veins running along his shaft (heh, shaft)

Girth wise, he’s about normal. Not too intimidating but def offers you a good stretch, forgoing prep is real bold tbh

He’s a quick learner so he quickly masters how to fuck you

He will strive to go as far as your body will let him, so expect to be bruised / sore

6. Iguro Obanai

My king. He may be “smallest” among the Hashira men, but that doesn’t mean shit.

He’s not self conscious of his dick, he knows how to use it. He’s also pretty content with it’s size

Soft: 5.6

Hard: 6.5

See? You can’t come for me cause he ain’t even SMALL

Obanai’s dick is pretty, too. It curves upwards slightly, since he’s pretty pale, his veins are prominent

He’s got an average girth, he doesn’t need to prep you forever to get you ready. Which works in his favor cause he likes to “punish” you with no prep & going in raw

He can and will abuse your cunt, he’s not satisfied until you genuinely can’t walk without limping for a few days

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

(banner made by @redvexillum tysm darling 😭💜🥰)

Vox is upgrading and you get a little impatient waiting.

Vox x FReader

Smut, cw: Penis in Vagina sex, fingering, fellatio, somnophilia, dub con at the beginning, erotic electrostimulation.

Upgrading...

Walking into Vox’s screen room as he was late for dinner. 

“Vox? Are you in here?” You call out in the quiet room, he’d told you he’d be upgrading today but should be able to join you for dinner, so when he missed dinner, you naturally went to see if everything was okay, part of you slightly worried, mind racing with doubts and insecurities, maybe he was tired of you... 

When you rounded his large chair, you found your concerns were completely invalid as you see Vox is still mid update. The loading information on his blue screen proof that he wasn’t intentionally staying away from you.  

You’d missed him so much, so without hesitation climbed into his lap, just wanting to be close to him, his body felt much the same as always, firm and warm, he smelled like home, it was comforting. 

Sitting and caressing his defined chest you watch as the percentage ticks up from 36 to 37, this was certainly taking a while.  

Vox of course didn’t respond to your touch, but it did slightly annoy you, you were used to him responding to every little touch and sound from you, as you mused you begin to wonder what else he would or wouldn’t respond to. 

With a devious smile and a kiss to his very warm bezel your hand caresses lower exploring your partners body, muscles twitching as he otherwise remains still, his skin soft under your fingertips, you feel a surge of triumph as the twitch means he can respond. 

38% his screen declares; you begin to slowly undo his belt after looking around. The door was closed, locked and most of his monitor room was powered down, waiting on the master to resume functionality, you categorise in your head to make sure you won’t be caught.  

The sound of the zipper sliding down his fly was deafening in the silent room as your greedy grin split your face, heat already pooling in your lower belly, body responding already recognising it’s desire. 

39%... Slotting your legs either side of his thighs on the chair to give you more room you pull him gently free of the confines of his trousers, his thick heavy cock warm but still very soft. 

40 %... Experimentally you rub the tip of your finger along the soft, familiar shaft... No reaction... Damn. 

41%... You lick your finger this time and place the wet digit on his spongy head, dragging it around teasing the most sensitive part of him, your eyes focused on your actions as you concentrate, your brain excitedly running through what more you could do to get his big cock hard for you. 

42%... Right there, you notice the slightest twitch. So not completely unresponsive in this area either, you think to yourself, not noticing how the upgrade seems to have sped up a little. 

43%... Palming his member feeling the soft warm flesh malleable in your hand, you lean forward to see if kissing his collarbones and neck would help in your plight. 

44%... You have to rest his head back against the chair, tilting his screen back to give you access to his skin as your hand never ceases kneading, trying to tease him into responsiveness... 

45%... You feel his pulse beneath your tongue, teeth and mouth then sucking a bruise right on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, you feel another twitch in response, making you smirk. 

46%... It’s not enough, you huff slightly frustrated, your own sex starting to throb needily in anticipation, slick beginning to ruin your underwear. 

47%... instead with shaking eager hands you reach up, reluctant to part from your hold on his cock for long you unbutton his shirt as fast as you can, tearing a few buttons off in the process, pushing it open sloppily before returning to teasing and rubbing his member, your tongue and mouth now stimulating his nipples, tasting his skin frantically, moaning as how good his body always feels for you, grinding on his thigh as your core pulses feeling so hollow without him. 

48%... Getting slightly frustrated as your efforts garnered nothing, you bite down, teeth sinking into his pec and to your satisfaction feel a bigger twitch in your hand than last time, he always loved it when you bite, you think smugly, but he still remains stubbornly limp to your frustration. 

49%... You sigh, kissing his chest from clavicle to each pectoral, peppering him with love and licks, just enjoying him for a moment before deciding... It’s time to pull out the big guns. 

50%... Without even bothering to get off his lap your hand finds its way under your own skirt, tearing away the wet flimsy lace so you can utilise your best chance. Hiking your skirt up and out the way, exposing yourself in a way that would usually have him blue screen at your brazenness. 

51%... Dripping, and swollen in need, your heat gets positioned right over his stubborn member. 

52%... Your arms wrapped around his neck to support yourself, hands gripping the back of the chair given his current state you know he can’t actually support you and you’d rather not risk it, as the screen would hurt if you lost your balance and dragged him tumbling down on top of you in the process. 

53%... As soon as your burning sopping need makes contact with his warm softness you moan, memories of past experiences with your talented man flitting through your mind making you ache more. 

54%... Your moan increasing in volume as you feel him harden slightly, rutting the semi hard member through your soaked folds, grinding your clit against his pelvis needily with a whine as it gives you some traction, his cock clearly recognising where it belongs too. 

55%... “Come on Vox...” You whine needily, cheeks flushed as you grind wantonly against him, cock sliding deliciously through your folds. 

56%... You feel a slight zap, your clit burning slightly, it makes you moan and twitch, your speed increasing, slick coating him even further as you hump him, but his cock remains at half-mast frustratingly. “Please.” You whimper. 

57%... You find it hard to stop, the feeling of his flesh on yours still so delicious, so instead of giving up on this venture you try one more thing. 

58%... Pulling you top off and flinging both it and your bra to the side you continue grinding against him like you were paid the most handsome sum, practically giving him a lap dance, desperate for him now. 

59%... In reality, your desire for Vox still burns as bright as the first time you’d ever met... Touched... Fucked... Your hips rolling as you moan at the stimulation on your clit as it gets a bit of a zap again from the electrical discharge, making it swell and throb with angry need. 

60%... “Fuck Vox please, I need you... Your Babydoll needs you... Fuck why are you so fucking sexy.” You plead, hoping he would just come to and fuck you, for a moment you swear you saw his hand twitch, but you blinked, and it was as unmoving as ever. 

61%... You moan as you continue rocking your hips whispering pleas against his screen as you kiss areas not busy with his update, not wanting to fuck anything up. 

62%... Your front pressed to his, trying to bring him to full hardness, trying to make his body react through muscle memory, your softness pressed against his hardness, your tits and nipples squashing against him, your body giving way to his just the way he likes.

 

63%... You try for several more minutes begging and praising him as you do, dragging your body against his, your cunt making such sloppy wet sounds as it coats his cock, if her were awake you’d be embarrassed for being so wanton. Rolling your hips and dragging your nipples up and down his chest as you kiss his shoulder, feeling yourself get more and more stimulated, but it’s not enough. 

64%... You try biting him again but no such luck, just another small twitch. 

65%... You get struck with another amazing but awful (in your mind) idea, but the thought of losing your stimulation from his body makes you want to ignore it, it is so difficult to tear yourself from him... But you manage. 

66%... You slide off his lap regretfully, groaning, tears pricking your eyes, you capture the waistband of his trousers as you descend, dragging them down with you so you can part his thighs, which your do, and even mostly flaccid it's still a glorious sight to gaze up at, his blue skin almost luminescent, and he looks utterly sinful all dishevelled with only an unbuttoned shirt to keep any semblance of modesty. 

67%... Licking your lips you take in his musky scent mixed with your arousal, taking in the sight of his half hard soaking wet member appreciatively as a bead or pre-cum glistens on the end... So, something is definitely working, you think gleefully. 

68%... Lapping at his tip making his cock practically jump, tasting both of your combined flavours with a moan you internally celebrate at the biggest reaction yet. You know you’re on the right track. 

69%... Your mouth eagerly envelops his cock, a full explosion of your essence and his salty musk floods your tongue, and you moan, the vibrations cause a pulse of him in your mouth, and you moan as you’re treated to another drop of his pre-cum, greedily devouring it. 

70%... You suck and lap eagerly at his further hardening length with glee, more confident and invested in your endeavour than ever. 

71%... You moan as his newer state of hardness allows him to slide slightly deeper inside your mouth. 

72%... Vox tastes so good your eyes close and you moan around his cock, vibrations running up his shaft as you suckle incessantly for a while, just enjoying the feel of him in your mouth. 

73%... He hardens incrementally more with your tongue lathing and lapping at him on every bob of your head taking him deeper, the lagging weight as he’s still not fully hard weighing heavily on your tongue, its actually quite an addictive feeling bringing him to hardness inside your mouth like this. 

74%... Your fingers wander between your thighs, unable to take any more or to resist as you start rubbing and teasing your swollen throbbing little clit. 

75%... Moaning again at the contact on your clit, making his cock twitch and pulse again in your mouth, treating you to more cum in reward for the provided vibrations. 

76%... Your fingers glide through your own dripping slit, teasing your entrance, suckling fiercely on his cock like a lifeline. 

77%... Working so hard to get him harder, he’s not quite there, you can tell by how he feels in your mouth despite his size already starting to make your jaw ache. 

78%... You finger your flooded hole needily whining at the lack of depth and girth, at the lack of Vox. 

79%... Knowing what you’re doing will bring you what you need, you double down sucking and licking him needily, probably harder than you’d dare if he were fully conscious, but you were starting to hurt you needed him so badly. 

80%... Your fingers matching the pace of your mouth trying to suck the life right back out of him as he uploads more and more of his update, you wouldn’t have been surprised to see the numbers decreasing with the power of your sucks. 

81%... You can’t wait to surprise him with your efforts, knowing how much he’d fucking love to wake up to this, and to hear of your work ethics to get him all ready for you. 

82%... He had once told you it was impossible to get a reaction from his body during these sort of moments, his upgrading time practically freezing his body with the effort of the information rushing through him. 

83%... With the amount suction from your mouth you’re surprised you’re not bruising him already, but you seem unable to stop yourself, or to be more careful of his precious ‘goods’. 

84%... Determined to prove him wrong, smirking as he gets ever harder for you, making you feel so smug, even as your fingers fly in and out of your clenching core. 

85%... Sucking, teasing and moaning you abandon your slit to rub your wet fingers against his balls, one last ditch effort to finish the job so you can get to the main seminar. 

86%... 87%... 88%... Tugging, sucking and moaning, your tits pushed tight between his calves... Working away at him, until finally... 

89%... Success! His throbbing and pulsing size matches exactly how you remember him always feeling in your mouth, jaw sore but you can’t keep the huge smile off your face. 

90%... Moaning in relief and arousal, you indulge yourself by sucking on him a little while longer, just tasting and feeling all the ridges of his cock and moaning as the drops of pre-cum gift you more frequently now. 

91%... Finally, you withdraw, letting his cock out of your mouth rubbing your jaw from the ache as it bobs slightly from the release angle and the throbbing it’s still entertaining you with. 

92%... Wasting no time (in case he goes back down), you re-take your position clumsily straddling his lap, skirt no more than a belt at this point. 

93%... Moaning as his finally rock hard, impressive member slips and slides perfectly through your slick, rubbing yourself down it as the burning need is soothed slightly from the friction. 

94%... Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan again, considering he’s not even awake the amount your moaned for him already would embarrass you too if he ever knew, his tip lining up with your entrance with ease from how utterly drenched you are, slipping into place and nearly impaling you fully, if you weren’t holding yourself high enough on strained shaking legs that is. 

95%... Groaning in bliss you sink slowly down on his ready throbbing deliciously filling cock. 

96%... Panting as he stretches you so wide your head buries against his chest as you take in his scent, letting the burn of your hole stretching for him be all that fills your senses. 

97%... Recovering enough, you raise your hips, feeling every inch of him sliding back out, torturously slowly. 

98%... You revel in the feeling of his cock spreading you open so wide, teeth buried in his right pec again, paying no mind to the heat from his screen above you nor what it says as you're careful not to hit your head. 

You go to slide back down his cock slowly and gasp as a pair of strong hands grip you hips suddenly and slam you down while rutting up forcefully within you making you cry out in ecstasy as your insides ache and rejoice from the rough treatment his cock driving through your channel and hitting the resistance at the end brutally, as hot breath fans across your neck and ear as his voice finally washes over you, as you whimper and spasm... 

“I hear my Babydoll needs a good fucking... And just couldn’t wait for me to be ready. Well you’re certainly going to enjoy this, right Little Love...? For your efforts...” He thrusts up hard again inside you, his grip on you forcing you up and down on his cock. He fucks up into you praising you as you cry out, he controls all of your movement, fucking you and making you fuck him in turn, forgetting the rest of your body as you cling to him helplessly, his strength already making your mind blank from pleasure. 

“You’re such a good needy little Doll for me... So desperate for my cock... such a needy good little Pet,” the praise rolling off his tongue making your cunt flutter around him already as you clench and nearly cum then and there. 

Panting and gritting his teeth at your sudden tightness he gives another harsh thrust, “Just... For... Me!” Vox bites your neck as you moan almost screaming, your body clenching around his cock with every harsh drag out, trying to keep him buried deep inside you hot wet channel, the wet slapping sound of every slow hard thrust from him as he whispers praise and curses in your ear. 

Vox makes every thrust strong slow and measured to keep you unable to do anything other than what he drives your body to do, and moan of course. 

“How fucking good you feel around my cock Doll, fuck yeah what a way to wake up, your tight little cunt working away at me desperate to cum because nothing else will do.” He growls as you mewl for him. “Fuck you love my cock so much don’t you Babydoll? You fucking love taking it deep in that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

The marks on his chest start increasing as his thrusting makes you bite him with every tantalising bruising thrust, every measured plunge designed to drive you senseless. 

Vox moans and makes his own noises of pleasure as his punishing bite in return causes you to grip his dick so tight he struggles to even make the next thrust. 

“Relax Doll, I’ve got you, your Vox is here.” He croons as you breathe and nod, eyes unfocused, looking up at him to see the same adoring lust filled look in his eyes that you can feel in your own, his smile making your heart skip a beat. 

He presses his lips to yours gently, his thrusting easing up on intensity a little as he deepens the kiss, just enjoying every part of you softly for a moment, his little jolting thrusts, your pulsing gripping hole, his hands gliding over your body, tweaking your nipples, your little whimpers in his mouth. 

His tongue tangled with yours as your nails continue biting into his skin deliciously, both of you just moaning together, you’re able to join in again, gaining just enough lucidity, you start rocking your hips again, his cock sliding back and forth inside you, grinding against every spot as you moan, his hands teasing your tits as your clit rubs on his pelvis deliciously, you starts fucking yourself on him harder, impaling yourself on his hard cock you can't stop moaning with every thrust he indulges you with. 

He breaks the kiss resting his fuzzy warm screen on you with less of a glitch than usual... The new liquid cooling system clearly doing its job. 

“Vox.” You Moan desperately, causing another slight glitch at the sound of your strained exquisite whine. 

Bathing in his blue light, keening and arching your back, you press your tits into his hands more firmly, your own hands coming behind you to grip his knees making you both moan as the angle reveals the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you with every roll of your hips and thrust of his. 

Your stomach bulges out slightly from the angle too and Vox rests one hand right over the top groaning as he feels himself inside you. You sob slightly as you can feel him on both sides of the partition, the intensity overwhelming as his pace increases incrementally, as your heat burns with such an intensity you fear you might black out, your whole-body trembling, so very turned on both of you can only make sounds of pleasure for a time. 

Wet flesh slapping wet flesh, gasps and moans, and hisses filling the air. 

Vox ramps up the tension once more, his thumb rubbing against your needy swollen clit like a balm and a fire all at once, especially when, with a cheeky grin he sends a little zap through his finger, making you cry out and suddenly get thrown over the edge violently. 

His arm winds around your back swiftly as you nearly slip from your precarious perch, your whole body convulses, cunt clenching rhythmically as he speeds up his thrusts, holding you close, fucking into you, the squirting spraying out of your cunt with every pulsation utterly drenching him below the waist and up his stomach, but he doesn’t cease his brutal thrusting, making a mess everywhere in the process. 

Vox presses your limp body against him, cradling you to his chest, arms wrapped around your back holding your body tight, his strong biceps bulging, his thrusts reach such a speed and intensity even in your boneless state all you can do is moan and take him, every thrust ruining you, bringing the heat right back to your core just as only he knows how. 

“Fuck yeah Babydoll, such a good little pet for me, so fucking perfect, as usual... Gonna make you cum one more time, you will won’t you? Just for me pet I know you want to, you’d do anything for my cock wouldn’t you? Even when I can’t give you anything back, that’s how badly My Doll wanted me. Come on love take it. Fuuucck you feel so good on my cock, I’d fucking live like this if you’d let me!” 

Vox babbles desperately into your hair as he fucks and fucks and fucks into you, growling in frustration trying to hold back his own release, he stands up his hips never faltering their pace, fucking up into you as you reflexively wrap your legs around his waist.

Vox uses a bolt of electricity that goes through both of your bodies making you both moan as your sex burns and throbs again, right back to the beginning again, desperately needing to cum, almost like you hadn’t already had such a mind-blowing orgasm, if it wasn’t for the sheer exhaustion and pleasure humming through your veins already that is. 

You find out why the sudden change of scenery as you’re pressed down onto the now reclined and vacant chair, and that does it, he uses his weight as the driving force behind his forceful thrusts now, jamming his cock inside you so forcefully you can’t breathe. 

You whine and moan, so loud his sound receptors ring, oh and such delicious sounds escaping you indeed, he can’t get enough as you twitch and pulse around him once more so rapidly too, his smug grin stretching his face as he observes your utter debauched state, taking his time to appreciate the sight of you so undone. 

“Yes Doll that’s right, do it for me, you know just how to respond to your Master now don’t you, be a good little slut and cum for me again so I can fill up your pretty, tight, perfect little cunt! You want my cock even when I’m not awake, will you can have it in abundance Doll, take it anytime anywhere, as long as you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.” 

He moans biting your collarbone this time when your back arches enough to give his bulky head access, rutting into you with abandon, he pinches your clit with another zap to drive your over the edge once more as you scream his name, your cunt pulsing and spasming. 

The ecstasy is so good... Too good, even as you feel more squirt surge and flood from your intense release and Vox bury his huge cock as deep inside you as possible, bottoming out, balls slapping your arse, you black out, the sight of his screen glitching burned into your retinas. 

Coming round to him still pulsing and gently thrusting inside you, feeling the last vestiges of him flooding inside you, you moan. 

“Ah you’re back” Vox says, looking incredibly smug, “think it was about time you had a turn at that.” 

You can’t help but laugh and it makes him moan, spasm and glitch as it makes you clench around his sensitive cock. 

“Uno reverse” you cackle a little out of it as you somehow manage to taunt yourself, his laughter joining in with yours at the silly joke. 

Pulling out of you for his own insanity while laughing along with you, kissing you soundly, his chuckling soon stops, pride and desire in his eyes as he looks at your flushed messy state, his seed dripping from your well used cunt. 

“Fuck Babydoll, I fucking love you.” Vox whispers against your lips, pressing his screen to your forehead, the warmth not as much as you were used to after a session. 

“I love you too Vox.” 

Peeling off his shirt and wrapping you in it, pulling up his trousers and buttoning them loosely, belt still hanging, he scoops you up in his strong arms, cradling you making you feel so safe and small, ready to take you to give you some well earned pampering, work can suck it for a day, he’d take tomorrow off. His queen has earned his time in spades. 

You both share another slow loving kiss, he uses the opportunity in your distraction to use his disorienting powers to zip you both through the electricity circuits, to his room, so you both don’t get seen in such a state. Giving you a chance to recover from the transport he knows you dislike, with a playful grin he drops you down on the soft bed, you huff a laugh again at his joyful antics, quickly getting over the travel. 

Vox’s mood is clearly very high right now, you shiver as the throbbing ache between your thighs and weakness on your legs reminds you why, you almost moan from the memory alone, you can’t believe he fucked you so good you passed out, you’ll have to be careful of that in the future now, considering he was usually the victim there you can foresee how much he’s going to enjoy making you do that again, and again. 

Vox gives you another soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheeks before he goes to run a bath for you both, returning with two glasses of champagne, you accept your glass with a word of gratitude and sip delicately as he downs his, eyeing you hungrily again, a shiver running up your spine at the predatory look in his eyes. 

“Haven’t you had enough?” You tease almost nervously. 

“Of you my delicate little Flower... Never... I could never get enough of you. Hell, now that I’ve had these upgrades I want to see if we can go all night, I want to test my limits!” Vox says making you shiver as his eyes go hooded and his voice deepens sensually. “And yours.” He growls, nipping at your ear as your whole body erupts in goosebumps. 

“But first...” Vox scoops you up, his voice lighter again, kissing you, he carries you to the bath, waiting for you to discard his shirt so he can place you gently in the warm water, as you sink into the bubbles they make you moan at the relief on your sore and pulled muscles and aching core, you see another flash of hunger on Vox’s face. 

You watch him greedily as he discards the small amount of clothing left on him as your eyes drink in his sexy body, finally getting a chance to appreciate the sight you’d never get tired of seeing. 

He slides into the bathtub behind you, he sits massaging your neck and you feel a twitch behind you, thumping into your back, you moan knowing exactly what it is. 

“Already?” You chuckle. 

“What can I say my pretty little Petal, you’re so fucking sexy.” Vox purrs, two claw tipped fingers tilting your face up to his as he devours your mouth once more, his tongue filling your mouth as you both give as good as you get. 

“Don’t worry Pet, I’ll be more gentle from now on, don’t want to break my Babydoll after all.” Vox smiles, peppering your face with kisses. 

“So, what do you say Love, ready for another round? Think you can handle all of this now?” Vox’s grin is so sharp, so deadly, so enticing, you almost moan just from the sight, his arrogance palpable, you can tell he’s still so absolutely pleased with himself for the state he put you in earlier. 

“How’s a girl to refuse?” You grin in return, trying to match his teasing. 

“Fuck Vox you’re so sexy too you know.” You throw his own words back at him making him kiss you again enthusiastically, his hips jerking up and you feel his cock rub up your spine. 

“I like this upgrade!” 

[grapefives]

REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

[wonryllis]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEIR CRUSH CALLS THEM BABY.

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍.

( NOTES. ) enhypen as dumbstruck loverboys. fluff. fem!centered. lowercase intended. unedited. 981wc. from my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ LEE HEE-SEUNG. 이희승 you both went to spend time at the karaoke while the other members went to the arcade intentionally leaving you two alone knowing heeseung’s crush, at first you both sing a lot of pop and trot korean songs and later when you’re a bit tired, you put some slow romantic english song and while heeseung sits to listen as it’s your turn. you sing a lyric containing the word baby turning to look him in the eye the moment you say the petname, both of your cheeks burning hot and heart beating fast, eyes locked as the song plays in the background. “are you flustered baby?” he asks when you turn away in an avoiding manner, giggling and laughing at you shying away. when it’s his turn, he chooses a similar song and sings it while looking at you.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK JONG-SEONG. 박종성 jay is busy, playing on his nintendo switch with all his attention invested in there. you on the other hand are trying to find your phone which niki stole minutes ago, moving around the dorm looking for a peek of it from somewhere he could have stuffed it in. just as jay is done with a level, passing it with satisfiable scores, you spot your phone right next to him on the couch deliberately close to him so you won’t be able to see it. without realizing it slips from your mouth and jay is left stunned not being able to process your words,“baby can you please pass me my phone?” he silently gives you your phone while his mind keeps replaying your voice calling him baby and smiling and getting happy internally. remembers to you call you baby from next time.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ SIM JAE-YUN. 심재윤 the boys have practice for an upcoming award show, so even when it’s lunch time already they barely have time to go get some food and therefore you take up the job of asking each one what they want to eat and get it from the hybe cafeteria for them. when it’s his turn it unintentionally slips from your lips,“baby what do you want?” he freezes the moment he hears you, and you purse your lips as he turns to look at you like ‘what did you just call me?’ with happy hearts in his eyes almost smiling. he thinks he hallucinated you calling him baby because of his massive crush on you but he swears you actually said it but then he needs to make sure it was real, “I’ll have anything you get for me…baby?”,and the look you give assures him it was.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK SUNG-HOON. 이희승 you, him and jay are out spending your free time on the streets of hongdae, window shopping and shopping. at one point jay goes his own way, leaving you and sunghoon in another shop trying on a number of hats to find one which satisfies sunghoon enough to buy it. unfortunately it that shop you’re unable to decide on one and end up leaving walking ahead looking through the shops to see if any other has good ones. it is then when you spot a black one which exactly like the imaginary one sunghoon had described, in excitement you beam,“look baby!” dragging him in and putting it on,“this one’s perfect!” you don’t realize it but he does, mumbling under his breath,“baby..- baby?” grinning and thinking about it for the rest of his life day.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ KIM SUN-WOO. 김선우 sunoo and you are at the candy store, picking out sweets, candies amd jellies for the rest of the members back at the dorm and for yourselves. you’re trying every single sample available and reading at the back of the packets and bottles how it’s supposed to taste like to choose one you would love. it’s like your own hansel and gretel candy house adventure. and once you find one whose taste absolutely tingles your taste buds you can’t help but call out to the boy in all excitement, “sunoo, baby this one tastes so good! you should try it, here!” rushing to him and shoving a piece into his mouth. definitely he realizes what you just called him, it makes him giddy and with every bite he’s thinking baby baby baby, now he’s never gonna get over you.

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ YANG JUNG-WON. 양정원 today half of the boys are gone for a schedule while three of them including your secret crush jungwon, are having a day off at the dorm and also being victims to your baking trials which might or might not be edible at times but that depends on your mood. fortunately you’re feeling a rush of happy adrenaline almost done with some macarons. when you’re watching the three have it later, especially jungwon you ask without a filter, “do you like it baby?” to which jungwon first replies without a thought, “yes baby i do!” only realizing what he said when the other two snap their heads towards you both in a what and what twice for each ‘baby’ making jungwon look at them and you back and forth, “did you just call me baby?” “did I? oops.”

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ NISHIMURA RI-KI. 西村力 “you’re supposed to do it like this!” niki shows the move on his character trying to make you understand how mariokart works as you three play late night. you try copying and successfully move past him after sometime now aiming to cross heeseung. towards the end you’re in the lead while heeseung and niki are just behind in a tie and that’s when niki uses a bullet on you and you’re off the victory shouting at the scene, “baby no! what did you do!” at that he’s leaving the game in a shock, “baby?! you called me baby?!” while heeseung is crossing the finish line as first. “you lost!” you try to distract him embarrassed, “I don’t care-” heeseung cuts him off, “you just called him baby yk?” and niki’s hyper, “yes yes yes! what?” and confused.

TAGLIST ( open. )

[angelltheninth]

Your Wish is My Command

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, after mission sex, clit stimulation, teasing, fingering, encouraged masturbation, cunnilingus, praise

Word count: 1.5k

Ao3

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: It's no secret that he's my second favorite member of the Batch.

The two of you barely made it into Crosshair's room before he pushed you onto the bed, his mouth hungry and hot against yours, hands roaming across your body, squeezing and spreading your thighs so he can slot between them comfortably, his boner getting more and more prominent by the second.

"Someone's eager hmm?" You smirk against his lips, your hands quickly working on getting rid the hard armor making a barrier between your bodies. "What's gotten into you I wonder?"

"Hn, into me? Nothing at all. Although I am very much looking forward to being inside of you my darling. You made me... excited during today's training exercise. Were you doing that intentionally?" His fingers dragged along your inner thighs, his middle finger finding your clit even through your clothes.

You take a deep breath, hips lifting off the bed to meet his fingers, "Not really. It's nice to know I have that effect on you. Although it might pose a problem on the battlefield."

Crosshair chuckled against your neck, his breath ticklish and warm, "Well if that were to happen would you be opposed to helping me with my problem. In a tent, or perhaps even outdoors? You'd have to keep quiet for me though. Now that is the real challenge." Both his hands now worked on getting rid of your clothes, he needed to get you naked. "And you know how much I love it when you scream for me."

"Fuck." You bucked your hips wildly, your hands now shaking, "Off. Now damn it."

"And I'm the eager one? Don't worry, I'll give you everything you need. Maybe eve more then you can handle." The mildly threatening smirk and look in Crosshair's eyes sent tingled up your pain and straight to your clit. Fuck you panties have to be absolutely ruined by now. And true enough when Crosshair pulled them off you that assumption was quite correct. Before you knew it you were naked under him.

His gaze was as hungry as his mouth, trailing down your body until he reached your nipples. He took the stiff peak into his mouth, eagerly sucking on it while he rolled and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger. He was a little rough but it wasn't anything he wouldn't kiss better later.

When his teeth bit and pulled on your hard nipple you couldn't help but arch your back into him, your moan bothering on a fine line between pleasure and pain. He stopped. He fucking stopped. You looked down at him, his eyes locking onto yours as his lips formed into a cocky smirk.

"Yes? Is there something wrong doll?" You clenched your teeth and narrowed your eyes at him. Fine. If he wasn't gonna do it you could easily take manners into your own hands.

You plunge your middle finger deep into your cunt, your walls squeezing hard around the digit, "Absolutely nothing." You move your finger quickly, making sure to make a lot of lewd, wet sounds for him.

"Oh, I see, that's the game we're playing tonight. Well then, I hope you won't mind if I do this then." He left teeth marks along the underside of your breasts as he made his way down. He looked on as you fingered yourself and slowly moved our legs over his shoulders, "You're so beautiful sweetheart. Keep fucking yourself for me."

You swallowed back a moan as you introduced another finger. Your eyes almost fluttered closed when the sensation of his lips sucking hard on your clit made them snap back open. Your free hand flew to the back of Crosshair's head, scratching and pushing him further against your cunt.

He moaned at your taste, the little vibrations sending more arousal to coat your fingers and thighs. He lapped at your clit like he was starving, alternating between harsh and gentle, between sucking and licking.

"Wait, wait, stop for a moment." With what little strength you had left you pushed his head away, your fingers slipping out with a wet slick sound. You were about to cup his cheeks when he turned his head and licked the tips of your fingers. "I... fuck." You took a deep breath, "I want to come around your cock Crosshair. So... take those off already, or else I might rip them off with my teeth."

"Oh I love it when you're bossy. Makes me want to… put you in your place even more." He gave your fingers one final lick before he moved back, taking his armor and underclothes off, not caring where they landed in the dimly lit room.

"And where is my place?" You challenged.

"Where else?" He smiled in an almost predatory way as he crawled back into bed, his hands hooking around your thighs and lifting you up while he sat onto the bed, leaning against the slightly cold wall, "On my cock."

A needy gasp left your lips when he lowered you against his cock, your lips spread and getting him wet enough for you. You couldn't help but roll against him.

"It's alright babe. Take it. Ride me as much as you want." You're used to taking orders from him on the battlefield so you don't even give his words a second thought. You're on your knees above him. You're lining his cock up with you're entrance. And then... you're sliding down the hard length, your fingers paling in comparison to the pleasure you're experiencing from him being fully sheathed inside your fluttering hole.

His mouth finds your breasts again, his hands wrapped around your back, traveling up and down, encouraging you to move. Again you do so with out a second thought, your thighs and hips doing most of the work as you rise and fall on his cock.

"That's it. Just like that. Take what you need. Be a good girl and take it all. You deserve it sweetheart. You deserve my cock, only you." His praise and loving words only spur you on further. Pretty soon you can hear the bed cracking slightly as you ride him harder, faster, each time sliding up so only the broad tip is left inside before slamming back down with force.

"Fuck, holy shit!" Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your mind filled with noting except the thoughts if Crosshair, his eyes on you, his mouth hungerly switching between your nipples, kissing, biting and pulling. His cock hot and pulsing inside of you, the trickles of his cum making the sliding easier at every slam of your hips against his. "More, fuck, I need more. I need your... oh fuck... your finger on my clit."

His lips leave your breast with a wet pop, "Your wish is my command." A rough thumb presses against your clit, Crosshair strategically pressing and rolling his thumb every time your hips meet, which makes your walls clench hard around his entire cock, "Keep squeezing darling. You're getting close aren't you? I can feel how badly your cunt wants to come."

"Not want to. I need to. Please, make come love. Make me come!" You bite into his shoulder to muffle your scream as he starts to buck your hips into yours, the hard slapping sounds of his cock in your cunt finally being the thing that pushes you over the edge.

"Where do you want it my darling? Inside or outside? Tell me." His words came out as a growl. It occurred to you that he must have been holding back a lot, usually he'd come at least once by now, even over your thighs. He loves seeing you covered in his cum.

This time however you know exactly where you want it, "Inside. Do it inside, make my cunt yours."

"Oh darling, it already is." He grabs handfuls of your ass as he lets loose, exploding his cum inside your still trembling walls, "You wanted it inside, so take every last drop." Crosshair nibbles on your ear as he empties his cock, keeping you still as you shake and whimper on top of him. "Good girl. My good girl is so good at taking my cum."

"Yes." You hiss into his neck, your teeth desperately nipping at him as you try to regain your senses, "I love when you fill me up."

"Oh?" Crosshair smiles, his lips kissing your shoulder, "Well I'm happy to oblige any time you want me to. And you..." You yelp as he flips you over, his cock still deep inside, his hips snapping quickly against yours, "You'll gladly take it every time." He spreads your thighs so he can have a clear view of your full cunt dripping with his cum, even with his cock still inside you. "How many more do you think you can take tonight?"

You gulp and pull him down, "As many as you'll give me." You press your lips against yours, he swallows you moan as his lips begin another slow rhythm. Looks like you're not getting any sleep tonight.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Could you do an imagine about sharing a bed with the AR team and/or DEFY members?

(GFL) AR/404/DEFY Sharing a bed with their S/O

BOO, SQUAD 404 JUMPSCARE!

M4A1 is actually rather comfortable sharing a bed, plus not like she had any room to complain. Beforehand she had to make do with the dorm's beds, which were alright, at best.

Granted she's a little jumpy since she's afraid she might accidentally hurt S/O with her weight, but her fears are pushed aside when S/O moves intentionally closer to her.

Hugging them tightly, M4A1 takes a deep breath and nuzzles even closer to them.

(M4A1) "Good night, S/O..."

She feels them smile against her arm, squeezing her hand gently back.

(S/O) "Night..."

In her mind, she swears that nothing will ever hurt them, letting more of her emotions out as she holds one of the few humans she's grown to love closer to her core.

M16A1 is obnoxious when it comes to sharing, since she sprawls out and snores loudly.

How a T-Doll can even snore is beyond S/O, but they've learned to stop questioning things when they saw her get drunk somehow.

And on that note, she usually smells of Jack Daniels, not that S/O has time to realize that as M16A1 accidentally hits their face as her hand flops onto them.

(M16A1) "Mngaaah......."

(S/O) sigh

Well, at least she wasn't stealing the blanket.

Yet.

Since STAR is on the shorter side for a T-Doll, she's able to squeeze in with S/O on the bed rather easily.

Not that it helps the blush on her face any.

(ST AR-15) "Um...I'm not uncomfortable, am I?"

(S/O) "The opposite, actually."

STAR lets out a small squeak when S/O wraps both their arms around her and pulls her into their chest.

In which she takes a deep breath and melts into their hold.

She could get used to this feeling...

Ah yes, SOPMOD, her girlfriend/boyfriend, and her smaller clone of herself in between.

Honestly, it feels being a family considering SOPMOD Jr is snoring happily away.

With her mother not being that far behind, to S/O's annoyance. But something about the sight was also endearing.

They were machines, but they sure as hell acted just as human as every other person S/O had met.

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Mehehhe...."

(S/O) "If anyone could dream of electric sheep, it'd probably be you, SOP..."

Surprisingly, the bed is comfortable with S/O, Junior, SOPMOD, and even Junior's Dinergate all sleeping together. If a little cramped.

RO is flustered to be sure, yet she still embraces S/O without question.

(RO635) "H-Here, you can scoot in a little if you're about to fall off."

(S/O) "Is this an excuse to hug you?"

(RO635) "I...!" sigh "No, but I won't mind..."

RO doesn't take long to succumb to S/O's embrace, smiling herself as she rests their head on her chest.

RO is definitely the big spoon on the bed, but her heart will melt if S/O decides to be it one night.

Not that she has the metaphorical heart to admit that aloud.

Especially since she felt so embarrassed with what they were doing right now to begin with.

45 is a bit teasing whenever S/O gets in close to her.

(UMP45) "Hm, if you wanted me next to you, you could have just asked.~"

(S/O) "H-Hey now, how was I supposed to know this place only had one bed?!"

Joking aside, 45 is a bit rigid at first when it comes to sharing a bed.

She was not used to such intimacy, T-Doll or human.

But its a sign of great trust since she even decides to share the bed, always having to look over her shoulder given the nature of her squad.

Her arms hesitantly snake around their back, but she eventually gives in and snuggles closer, feeling a little vulnerable doing so.

Zero hesitation!

(UMP9) "FINALLY! A fluffy bed!"

She didn't get much of a chance to sleep on one since her team was always on the move, and wasting no time she drags S/O with her to the mattress.

With a deep exhale of satisfaction, she hums to herself as she plops her head directly onto S/O.

(UMP9) "Hm...! Comfy!"

She giggles a lot before finally falling asleep, with the two of them holding tightly onto each other.

HK416 will mutter German profanities the entire time, but still gets into bed with S/O regardless.

Even if she is blushing the entire time, she'll never say that she wanted to share the bed.

(HK416) "Just scoot over already."

(S/O) "Hah, okay okay."

She won't initiate the cuddles first, but when S/O eventually hugs her, HK416 will just scoff.

As long as they didn't tease her, she wouldn't direct the swears at them.

Probably.

Floor? Tree? Bed? It didn't really matter to G11.

Sleep was sleep.

But she had to admit, sleeping in a bed with S/O was the comfiest.

Surprising no one, G11 immediately passes out with S/O holding her like a teddy bear.

(S/O) "Why are you always so tired...?"

(G11) "...I dunno. But your arms feel nice. Keep them on me so I can sleep..."

(S/O) "Hah, as you wish."

12's smirk grows by the second realizing the situation.

(AK-12) "Well, I suppose we have to share."

She'll 'accidentally' bump into S/O the entire time, claiming the reason was that she couldn't see in the dark.

Which was just a boldfaced lie.

(S/O) "12, do you really have to move around so much?"

(AK-12) "I have to get comfortable to sleep, S/O."

(S/O) "And that requires your arms to go all around me?"

(AK-12) "Is it? I couldn't tell!"

She said with a faux gasp, making S/O roll their eyes.

94 is comically stiff the entire time, trying to sleep completely straight as to not impose herself on S/O.

Only for that objective to fail when S/O grabs 94, unintentionally making her squeak at the sudden embrace.

(AN-94) "S-S/O? Is this not uncomfortable for you?"

(S/O) "I think I'd be moreso without you next to me."

Her cheeks flush at their flirting, and just lays with S/O on the bed.

Though a small smile begins to grow as she wraps her arms around S/O as well, loving the feeling of being needed like this.

Even for something so small.

15 did not mind sharing, though she had to be the big spoon, considering her size.

(AK-15) "If you need me to adjust, please let me know. I will be entering rest mode now."

(S/O) "Hah, doubt I'll need to."

WIth a hum, 15 closes her eyes as she lets S/O move closer into her hold.

Obviously by their vitals they were very happy about this arrangement.

At least the one bed made things more efficient, but she hoped that it wouldn't get S/O too excited since they were still jittery.

15 made no comment and instead let it slide, as long as it didn't affect S/O's performance.

Thankfully, 16 was a bit on the smaller side of Machine Gun T-Dolls.

The entire time, she has almost a sinister smile to her face upon realizing there was only one bed.

(RPK-16) "Oh? You look a bit nervous, S/O."

(S/O) "And you look a little too happy with this arrangement..."

(RPK-16) "I thought you liked being so close to me!"

Her voice pretends to sound hurt, though her amusement is clear to tell.

The entire time, 16 is just noting S/O's reactions to her movement and the very little space in between them.

If it weren't for the fact that this was an operation, she'd have tried something solely to gauge their reactions, but perhaps that was something to try at home.

Angelia is barely fazed, if at all.

(S/O) "There's only one bed?"

(Angelia) "Yup. I had it arranged this way."

Before S/O could begin asking, she already began undressing herself, waving her prosthetic hand dismissively.

(Angelia) "Saves us money instead of having to rent a bigger room. Plus, thought you'd like it."

(S/O) "I-I mean, I do but!-"

(Angelia) "Get flustered later, we need all the sleep we can get for tomorrow."

Despite her dismissive tone, she is pretty amused by their reaction.

If only this wasn't a mission, then she could really appreciate this situation.

Maybe when they got back, she could invite them over to her dorm, but those were later thoughts.

She at the very least makes sure both her prosthetics are facing away from S/O to not make them flinch from the cold metal under the blanket.

[plaidos]

For the record I think some of the queens that have been in dropout were transfem? This isn't intended as an actual defense or anything (if anything it's worse to me, since if nothing else they could've like, reached out to some of those women again and had them on not as their drag personas, if they actuslly wanted transfems on instead of going "Haha drag is funny"), but i don't think they're like, intentionally avoiding the overlap there. Although I do think it's likely they consider even cis male queens "close enough", that sounds about right!

it’s awesome if they had nonbinary/transfem queens on, i really hope that’s the case but yeah you’re totally right — it’s still pretty stark if the majority of your content featuring transfems is drag queens but you get like recurring nonbinary cast members who were cafab all the time; i feel like the majority of dropout clips i see have a cis queer or a transmasc/TME nonbinary person but…. i think i’ve only seen Persephone Valentine in like one! i know she’s in more stuff than that but it’s like…… i hate how interchangeable with drag they see us?

[the-love-cult]

ramble about black forest cookie.. you're like the ceo of shrignold so this is basically just the butterfly in the land of cookie run is it not?

I'm going to start by disclaiming that I have religious trauma so my experiences with it might mix within my discussion here. Do not base everything I write up here as "fact" Beginning this by saying this event embodied the dark consequences of coerced loyalty and the harmful influence of distorted teachings, Since despite everyone in the CRK fandom joking about her being a "simp" or an "obsessive fangirl" there's a deeply unsettling aspect to a cookie pledging her devotion to a WITCH (The equivalent of God)

There is no doubt, no wavering, no conflicting thoughts that might indicate Black Forest wishes to withdraw. She is fully surrendering herself, as if offering herself willingly as a sacrificial lamb, while her actions are encouraged and permitted. Her involvement is so profound that even Pastry, another member of the St. Pastry Order, is visibly disturbed, highlighting just how deeply flawed and troubling this situation truly is.

As if it weren't troubling enough that Black Forest was determined to have the crowd chant and follow her during the rehearsal, the entire setting feels unnervingly off almost as though it’s intentionally private, and for a reason.

THIS IS NOT NORMAL IN THE SLIGHTST. There’s a clear distinction between loving someone and becoming unnervingly fixated on the belief that you can marry GOD. You’re manipulated into thinking it’s the right thing to do and instead of anyone warning "Hey, this is dangerous! Maybe you shouldn’t go through with this!" it was encouraged, pushed forward, and enabled!

Revered Mother Cookie (the very abuser we all know all too well) should not be overlooked especially considering what she did to Pastry. Naturally she’s finding ways to justify this which is deeply hypocritical when you think about it especially with her involving Red Velvet. But that’s a conversation for another time.

This event might have appeared innocent at first but Black Forest was dragged back into that cult. Her "lovesick" emotions are far from healthy.. she’s clearly brainwashed. It’s easy to miss if you’re caught up in the cute interactions with Wedding Cake Cookie or ignore the subtle details but it’s impossible to deny just how unsettling it really is.

Let’s not forget that she’s been conditioned to think this way since childhood. From a very young age she’s been secluded for this. In isolated, insular religious environments, it’s unfortunately common to manipulate children because they lack the understanding and are more easily shaped to fit a certain narrative.

All of this to her becoming a CAKE BRIDE I just don't know how not MORE PEOPLE are talking about this. The event is so good I feel like people need to remember it's not as innocent as it looks. It truly has sweet moments but it's deeply uncomfortable if you take it apart. I've not been into Cookie Run for a bit now but this event spoke to me I appreciate it so much

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You found me - one-shot (complete)

13k Explicit Hangster AU - Soulmates first words are on your skin. Started for the Bingo. Jake is a singer and Bradley is the newly arrived member of his security detail. Tooth-rotting FLUFF and SMUT.

YOU FOUND ME

                Why can you not stay where we fucking tell you to?

                Jake hadn’t ever intended to make music his career. His sister definitely had, and he’d just been dragged along to drive her around, and because he was already there he’d often help out with either singing or playing one of the instruments. They’d both grown up surrounded by music, and now she’s his most fiercely-loyal supporter, but also never lets him forget that he’d never be where he is if it hadn’t been for her. He loves it most of the time, but the touring starts to drag, although meeting fans around the world and getting to travel is amazing. He just gets homesick sometimes.

                Also the fame is double-edged. He’s glad his words are where they are, a small cramped script right in the curve of his inner left thigh right beside his groin. Almost impossible for anyone to see or get a photo of, even when he’s done nude photo shoots. Of course, it had started the rumors that he’s mark-less, which is a rumor he’s okay with being out there. It stops the people trying to match with him at least, but it doesn’t stop the people who simply want to try and be with him because of the fame.

                However his words are pretty damned specific; he’s had a variation of them said to him a number of times over the years, which always makes him give a double take. Always false alarms though. Kind of embarrassing when he thinks about the potential meaning behind them, like he’s a child being scolded for wandering off. Like right now. The concert is over, he’s done the glad-handing with the fans that had the money to burn to buy VIP backstage passes, has had too many photos taken, his cheeks hurt from smiling the fake media smile too much. He’s tired and lonely and he just wants to sleep for days. Three more concerts to go and then he gets to go home.

                The crunch of gravel underfoot has him turning his head and he lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes. Caught again. Not by fans or anyone dangerous, but definitely someone who isn’t pleased to find him out here alone. It’s the new guy. He can’t remember his name, other than it starting with a b, because he’d automatically gone with the alliteration with bodyguard. So B-something. He should really try and pay more attention, but the guy had been brought in late, in the last Australasian stretch of the tour because Javy’s dad had had a heart-attack and had needed to get home ASAP. So this guy had been brought in and the introductions had happened during sound testing a couple of days ago and Jake doesn’t think the guy likes him very much, doesn’t think they’ve exchanged a single word to each other.

                However Jake thinks B-something might feel about him, he’s sure he’s a professional. He certainly looks the part, fucking built, taller than Jake by only an inch, but broader, and fridge-like comes to mind, his pants clearly straining against the thick muscles in his thighs as he stalks toward Jake, clearly angry and he sighs internally, an apology already forming on his lips, because he doesn’t like to make other’s jobs more difficult. He doesn’t intentionally wander off, but sometimes he just really misses the peace and quiet of wide-open spaces.

                “Ugh, yeah, you found me,” Jake mutters, the words slipping out and he’s aware it makes him sound like a petulant spoiled kid but he can work on his image later. Maybe when he’s not surviving on adrenaline and caffeine, dead on his feet. He is ready for this tour to be over.

                “Why can you not stay where we fucking tell you to?”

                “I’m sorry, wait, shit, what did you say?”

                B-something is looking at him in shock, eyes and mouth all wide circles and okay, that makes all the tiredness he’s been feeling turn to fizzing energy in his veins. Holy shit. He just found his soul mate.

                “You… you said my words.”

                “And you said mine. If that wasn’t already obvious.”

                “You really need to not wander off, I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know where you are,” B-something says, his tone softer, gentler and Jake laughs silently; privately thinks his days wandering off are now gone, not with a soul mate to get to know. However he’s going to have to admit he doesn’t remember his name. Ugh. What a way to seem even more like an asshole.

                “I’m sorry, I know we were introduced only a couple of days ago, but I don’t remember your name…”

                “Bradley Bradshaw.”

                “Bs… lots of bs, that did stick in my head. The alliteration.”

                “Some of my friends call me Bradbrad.”

                “Well, I’m Jake. Uh. Call me Jake.”

                “Not Mr Seresin?”

                “No!” Jake responds instantly, vehement.

                “So, what do you think we’re working with here?” Bradley asks, and it’s going to take Jake a while to get used to using his name. His mind is offering up potentially ridiculous lines Bradley Bradshaw the bodyguard built of beautiful bricks I want to lick. God he definitely needs some sleep. And proper food. Not necessarily in that order.

                “Huh?”

                “What kind of bond do you think we’re working with?”

                “Oh. Uh,” he swallows roughly, because he’s an out and proud not-straight man, and soulmates generally get a free pass anyway. Except… “Hopefully not platonic,” Jake provides, and the slow smile Bradley gives him makes his skin prickle and he’s suddenly feeling a lot more awake.

                “Okay. Well I guess we’re going to go one a few dates and see where they take us…”

                “What do you mean?”

                “Well, it’s a potential. Not a guarantee right? Only fifty percent chance it’s romantic.”

                “You want to date me?”

                “How else am I going to get to know you?” Jake opens and closes his mouth, because he has a good point, instead just nods his head. “Come on. Let me get you back to the hotel.”

…            …            …

                Bradley hadn’t known what to expect when he’d been asked to urgently take over the security detail for Jake Seresin. Finding his soulmate had not been anywhere near the list of things to expect. The very tired man who is half-walking, half-stumbling as if drunk is somehow meant to complete him in ways he doesn’t know yet, and okay, Bradley’s open to the possibilities. First though, the guy needs sleep. And maybe food.

                He sends a quick message through to the other two, Rueben and Lee, lets them know he’s found him and taking him back to the hotel room. That some room service wouldn’t go amiss, although he fully expects Seresin’s, no, Jake’s PR manager Natasha to be there waiting for them, no doubt ready to rip him a new one. That woman is terrifying. He pushes open the door and sure enough she’s there, pausing in her pacing and she turns to them.

                “Jesus Jake! What were you –”

                “He’s hungry and tired and he won’t go wandering off again. At least not without me.”

                “Well great, that’s another six days. Perfect,” Natasha says, her eyes rolling so hard Bradley’s surprised they stay in her head.

                “It’ll be the last time. Promise…” Jake says, but he’s swaying and Bradley pushes him down into a chair at a table, leaves a hand on his shoulder where he just rubs gently.

                “I’ve heard that before,” Natasha says.

                “I mean it this time Nat,” Jake mumbles and Bradley glances at his. Probably another ten to fifteen before food gets here, and he needs to keep Jake awake enough to get food into him.

                “You think you can stay awake long enough to have a quick shower?” Bradley asks, crouching beside him.

                Natasha is frowning at them and Bradley looks to her, eyebrows raised. He’s going to have to tell everyone else in the team that he and Jake are soulmates, but he also thinks it can maybe wait a couple of days. At least until after he and Jake have had a proper conversation, which necessitates Jake being well-rested and fed. And the sweat from tonight’s show rinsed from his body. He can take care of his most basic needs at least. It’s not what he signed up for when he took on the job to act as bodyguard, but it’s definitely something he’d do for a close friend, and that’s something Jake Seresin will become to him, at a bare minimum.

                Jake is nodding and mumbling under his breath that he can manage a shower, and Bradley holds back the offer to help, or hold him up. He’s not one to rush into things when people aren’t his soulmate, he’s not about to do anything rash with the man who is. He does start the shower and get everything gathered for Jake to change into, tells him he’s leaving the door cracked and that he’s only giving him ten minutes before he sends Natasha in to get him out.

                “That seems a little over and above the job requirements,” Natasha says, expression shrewd and Bradley just shakes his head, refusing to say anything. If necessary he’ll send Rueben in, doesn’t want to encroach on Jake’s space and mind any more than he already is with their soulmate revelation.

                “He really needs a decent night’s sleep and a break.”

                “Well, we have a ten o’clock flight to Wellington tomorrow morning. He has his third to last show there. He’s got three radio segments to do, but they’re short. He can do something touristy and have a break in the afternoon.”

                “He’ll probably need to nap in the afternoon. He’s dead on his feet.”

                “He has the following day and night off, then the last two concerts in Auckland.”

                Bradley is better at hiding his eyeroll than Natasha is, sounds like a whole day off Is a luxury. Screw that. Not much he can do about it now though, he’s not been in charge of this itinerary at all. He might get input in future ones though.

                “Where is he spending his day off?”

                “Well, he originally wanted to go mountain biking and zip lining, but Javy vetoed it.”

                Bradley snorts, because he’s well aware of what Javy thinks of heights. The mountain biking is maybe a little risky while on tour, but he’ll look through it. With Logan and Rueben onboard he’s certain they can manage to figure something out. He hears the shower shut off and glances at his watch again. Eight minutes. There’s a knock and Bradley goes to go and open the door; Rueben there with a bag of items but also a covered tray and he can smell something warm and cheesy and with garlic and his own mouth is watering and he meets Rueben’s eyes.

                “Perks of being the star I guess…” Rueben says, grinning and Bradley gives him a what are you going to do look back, because this is their job right now. His job is to keep Jake safe and secure. It’s not to ensure he has fun on his day-off, but…

                “You’re good with zip-lining and mountain biking, right?”

                Rueben’s eyes light up, and that’s his answer right there.

                “Yeah man! Javy vetoed it…”

                “Javy’s not here anymore. I am. We’ll discuss and make plans tomorrow.”

                “Cool.”

                He takes the bag and tray, snorts in amusement at Rueben’s little salute and waits for the door to click closed and lock to engage before turning back to see Jake standing there, towel wrapped around his hips and he’s glad Jake has already said that he doesn’t think it’s a platonic bond, makes him feel a little less guilty about where his mind is going.

                “I left you clothes to change into,” Bradley states and Jake smirks at him, clearly still tired, expression soft but clearly unapologetic.

                “Did you? I must have missed them.”

                “Go and get dressed Jake.”

                “You spoil all my fun…”

                Bradley rolls his eyes but Jake goes back into the bathroom to get dressed. Natasha is looking thunderous though and Bradley is pretty sure she’s about to metaphorically put his balls in a vice.

                “Do not fuck the talent Bradshaw,” she hisses, stepping close and lowering her voice.

                “I don’t intend to,” Bradley states, just as quietly, keeping an eye on the bathroom door. He’s not lying either. He’s here for work, and yes, Jake is his soul mate, but once the tour is over and Jake is back on American soil his usual security team will take over and Bradley can just… do whatever he wants. Won’t have to listen to Natasha Trace for a start. He and Jake can hopefully get to know each other properly, slowly. As soulmates, not as security detail and the talent to be protected. Not that Bradley’s not going to start treating Jake right from now, but Trace doesn’t need to know that until after he’s spoken with Jake. Knows how he wants to have this play out.

                Jake comes back on of the bathroom again, this time wearing the loose sweatpants and t-shirt Bradley had pulled from his bag, not really knowing if it was what Jake might want or not, but figured he could change into something else easily enough if he was already dressed.

                “It smells good.”

                “Yeah it does. Come on Jake, sit down so you can eat something…” Bradley says, and Jake settles back at the table, looking a little more alert now that he’s had a shower.

                “Mr Seresin,” Trace corrects and Bradley rolls his eyes, although he also makes sure she can’t see him.

                “I told him to call me Jake, Nat. Would be a bit weird otherwise.”

                “He arrived two days ago.”

                “And he’s my soulmate. So you can stop worrying. I’m tired. Not deaf,” he says, and he’s cutting the potato dish and forking it into his mouth. Bradley blinks. Okay then. Telling her now when Jake can barely walk in a straight line is apparently the timing they’re going with.

                “Are… Is he serious? Are you two…?”

                “Yeah. Bit of a surprise when I found him. Wasn’t exactly expecting it.”

                “What are your words?”

                “This isn’t a PR story Nat…”

                “No, of course not. Just… I’m happy for you Jake. Truly.”

                “My words are Ugh, yeah, you found me.”

                “Oh… that… did you not talk to each other when I introduced you to each other?”

                “Nope,” they reply at the same time and Bradley shares a grin with Jake, because he’s glad they didn’t, because otherwise their words would be very different. What they have is unique and there isn’t any room for doubt.

                “So, we’ve found the person who asks you why you can’t do what we ask. And it’s his job to make sure you do. I hope you appreciate the poetry of that Jake.”

                “Yeah yeah, I will. When I’m not about to fall asleep in my food…”

                “Okay. I’ll leave you both to it. I guess what I said earlier doesn’t exactly apply anymore.”

                Bradley shakes his head.

                “He’s tired and hungry and we have our whole lives ahead of us.”

                The smile Trace gives him is soft and Bradley is pretty sure he might be blushing and when he glances over at Jake he sees a similar look on his face, like Bradley is being sweet somehow simply be ensuring Jake’s basic needs are met. It does make him wonder about the kind of people Jake’s been with before if the bar is legitimately that low. Trace leaves, closing the door behind her and when he looks back Jake is definitely struggling to keep his eyes open, and he pulls him to his feet and starts shuffling him gently toward the bed. He pulls the blankets back and Jake pretty much falls into it. He tucks the blankets in around him, effectively making a cocoon around him, but Jake wiggles, arm reaching out and hand making a grabby motion.

                “What? What do you need?”

                “Join me?” Jake asks, but his voice is already slurring with sleep and Bradley can’t believe how fond of him he already feels.

                “You’re dead on your feet. Go to sleep.”

                “Oh. Uh… do you, could you…”

                “Go to sleep Jake. I’m not going anywhere.”

                He dims all the lights and heads back to the living room part of the suite, realizes that he’s probably going to get used to this type of luxury with Jake as his soulmate. That will take some getting used to. He tidies up the dishes and takes it to the door, opens it to find Rueben standing there, waiting. With Jake having told Trace he’s going to tell Rueben.

                “Hey man, you can head back to your room. I’m going to stay with him.”

                The look Rueben gives him is incredulous.

                “What the fuck man? I just lost twenty bucks. Natasha said you were going to do that.”

                “She played you, and had insider knowledge. Turns out Jake Seresin and I are soul mates. I’ve got him for the rest of the night.”

                “Holy shit… that’s cool. And you’ve got him for the rest of your life, tonight is a drop in the bucket.”

                “Yeah, I guess it is. I’m going to try and make sure he gets a fun day off after the show in Wellington. Can you help with that?”

                “Hell yeah. Just because Javy wasn’t keen doesn’t mean I was going to pass it up. I was ditching you and Logan for the day, but I can totally bring everything back together.”

                “Great. Thanks man.”

…            …            …

                He wakes up slowly, which is unusual by itself, usually he has an alarm or Natasha is shaking him awake and telling him he has to get up, while pushing a breakfast smoothie into his hands. None of that is happening this morning, instead he’s firmly wrapped in blankets and there is an arm around him, he can feel now the weight of Bradley’s body beside him, but he’s clearly slept on top of the blankets because he’s a fucking gentleman or something. He wiggles and shifts, wants to see his face and the arm around him loosens.

                “Morning…”

                “Morning.”

                “You stayed.”

                “Said I would,” Bradley says, and his smile is slow, his eyes searching Jake’s face like he’s trying to take in every little detail. “You feel better for the sleep?”

                “Yeah, so much better.”

                “Mmm. Good. Next time maybe just go straight to bed rather than running off hmm?”

                “You going to stick around and make sure?”

                “If that’s what it takes…”

                “Yeah? Just going to travel with me from now on?”

                “Think it’ll make everyone’s lives easier if I do.”

                Jake grins, huffs out a quiet laugh, but he’s not wrong.

…            …            …

                “So, can I know where my words are?” Bradley asks, because he has to admit he’s curious. Jake is his soulmate after all.

                “You want to see them?”

                “I don’t know… you’re looking very eager suddenly. Wait. Are they on your dick?”

                Jake bursts into laughter, his smile wide and free and he’s so fucking gorgeous Bradley can’t help but watch and just soak it in.

                “Close. Not quite though. They’re right on the inside crease of my thigh, against my dick and balls.”

                “I’ll have to save having a look for later then.”

                “Yeah? You don’t want to have a look now?”

                “I’m good with waiting. Always find the payoff is better with a little anticipation.”

                “We’re soulmates, meant to be good anyway.”

                “So we get a double whammy.”

                “Ugh. Fine,” Jake mutters, mouth screwing up into a displeased pout and Bradley wants to kiss it so badly, but…

                “At least let me take you on a date first.”

                “But I don’t have free time until we get home…” Jake says, and he’s definitely whining now and Bradley knew he had a reputation for being a bit of a brat, but he can’t help but find it cute and endearing and yeah, it’s definitely shaping into something that is decidedly not platonic in nature.

                “How about you let me worry about that.”

                “Oh. Really?”

                “Yeah. Really.”

                Then he bullies Jake out of bed and into another shower, flicking a couple of messages to both Natasha and Rueben to let them know Jake is awake and moving. He needs to go and shower and change as well, and everything is back in the room he’s sharing with Rueben. Which Rueben will no doubt suddenly enjoy having to himself seeing as he doesn’t imagine either he nor Jake will want to spend much time apart.

                By the time Jake is out of the shower there is food waiting, Natasha is packing his things and Rueben has turned up with Bradley’s own things. He pushes Jake toward the food and steps toward the bathroom with his bag and sees the realization hit Jake that he’s not even leaving his room to go and have a shower. The relief and joy and yeah, there’s definitely something to be said for making your soulmate look like that.

…            …            …

                For all the fact that he’s at the tail end of a world tour, he’s exhausted and he has a bone-deep ache for the comfort of his own bed it feels weirdly domestic in the hotel room when Bradley comes out of the shower looking all put together in a clean clothes; navy pants and light-blue button down, the staid uniform that every single member of his security detail wear and he doesn’t like the reminder that right now Bradley is effectively one of his employees.

                “Just a few more days…” Bradley says, giving him a quick side-hug and Jake has to bite his lip, because clearly Bradley could tell what he was thinking, and he’s not used to being so easy to read. It’s going to take some getting used to.

                The flight to Wellington is short, but the landing is not something he ever wants to relive. The wind makes the plane tilt wildly from side to side and when Jake looks out the window he can’t even see a runway, which is a little alarming considering he can see the white tips of the waves of the ocean below them. Then he’s being rushed off to do some radio segments and the crew are leaving to set up and Bradley is just close-by, always within touching distance, although his eyes are constantly moving and assessing for threats. Rueben is doing the same, but he’s also on the phone a bit and then checking something with Bradley and he’s watching them through the glass of the studio window, distracted when the radio-host asks the next question.

                It’s why he fucks up.

…            …            …

                Natasha is furious.

                He didn’t ever think he’d have to protect Jake from his own people, but he stands there, arms folded and watches as she rants about controlling the narrative and making sure Jake’s private life remains private, because blurting it out on radio that he’d found his soul mate in New Zealand wasn’t keeping it very private. He doesn’t think Jake has any regrets other than making Natasha’s job more difficult, and maybe his job.

                A popstar doing a tour isn’t newsworthy. However said famous popstar finding their soulmate in some far-flung part of the world is definitely more newsworthy and Natasha’s phone hasn’t stopped ringing. However, for Bradley, New Zealand is considered low-threat, and Jake has three concerts left and no-one bar Natasha, Rueben, Logan and himself know exactly what Jake’s plans are for his time off. Even Jake doesn’t know, which is maybe just as well given his sudden propensity to simply blurt things out.

…            …            …

                Once she’s finished yelling at him she tells him to get some rest and he looks to Bradley helplessly. Logan is slapping Bradley on the arm and following Natasha out of the hotel room.

                “I’m sorry. I wasn’t… I didn’t…”

                “Jake. I don’t mind. You’re the one in the spotlight. You get to decide what you share.”

                “Except I didn’t mean to share it, I was just… watching you and not paying attention to the question and it was something about my favorite part of being here in New Zealand, or the highlight of the tour…”

                “And you were looking at me,” Bradley says, and he’s smirking.

                “Yeah well… you’re nice to look at. Shut up.”

                “Not too shabby yourself.”

                “Don’t’ feel very hot right now. Nap with me?”

                “Yeah. Just let me check in with Rueben, then yeah, nap sounds good.”

…            …            …

                He doesn’t know which version of Jake he likes the most. Soft just-awake Jake with creases on his face from the pillow case, slightly pissy Jake when Bradley won’t do anything more than hold his hand or place a chaste kiss to his cheek or forehead, or right now, watching Jake perform on stage, his energy and showmanship getting the audience completely buzzing and singing along. He puts absolutely everything into his show and it’s no wonder he crashes so abruptly afterwards, coming down from the high. He’s pretty sure he’ll be able to help with that, eventually. Once he’s off Jake’s books as an employee. God, he’s really going to have to rethink his whole career if he means to follow Jake rather than taking security details for different people around the world. He knows what he wants though, and he hasn’t even kissed Jake properly yet, but that is not because he doesn’t want to.

                Jakes goes out for two encores, meets with some of the fans who won a competition and carefully deflects questions about his soulmate. Says he’s protecting their privacy. Then he signs things for nearly an hour; Bradley just stands off to the side and keeps a close eye on everyone. Rueben and Logan are also there because it’s meant to be his night off. He takes the bottle of water Natasha hands him and makes Jake drink it, then hands him a protein bar, raises an eyebrow when Jake pulls a face but he dutifully opens it and crunches down on it while scowling at him. Bradley just smiles and brushes a kiss against his cheek while it’s still busy chewing.

                “Holy shit. I just realized our jobs are like, a hundred times easier now…” Rueben says and Bradley looks up to find him watching Jake and him.

                “Mine too,” Natasha agrees and Bradley smiles, pulls Jake into his arms despite how sweaty he is, hooks his chin over his shoulder.

                “Mmm. Well, we’ve still got a schedule to stick to.”

                “Wait, what? Are we not staying here tonight?”

                “Nope. Sorry. I know it’s fucking awful, but we’re taking a very quick flight and then all day tomorrow, tomorrow night and then a lazy sleep in… all in one place, okay?”

                “One place for two nights?”

                “Well, what’s left of tonight once we get there, and then tomorrow night. Come on.”

                He gets Jake to shower and change into soft comfortable clothes, assures him no one will see him travelling. It’s easy because Jake didn’t even unpack, and Bradley just has him tucked up beside him as they get driven to the airport. The flight between Wellington and Rotorua is only a little over an hour. There are cars waiting for them and Jake is drowsy and easy enough to direct. He’s adorably snuggly and his heart twists with warmth as he runs his fingers through his hair.

…            …            …

                He’s sitting at the table, dressed and ready for the day ahead, reading through further information Ice and Mav have sent him, none of which really impacts his actions when it comes to Jake’s safety, when Jake finally stirs and blinks sleepily at him.

                “Where am I?”

                “How specific do I need to be?” Bradley asks and Jake pulls a face.

                “I preferred yesterday when I woke up and you were still in bed with me.”

                “Well, I did spend the night in bed with you. I just got up early, did a workout, then showered and got dressed…”

                “I missed watching you work out…”

                Bradley laughs, walks over to the bed and settles down beside Jake and takes in the fluffy hair, squinty eyes as he clearly protests being awake.

                “You want to see me get hot and sweaty?”

                “Well, I’d prefer other activities to get your hot and sweaty, but until you get off your high horse… it’s fine by the way. I respect it. But I just… I’m going to go and have a shower.”

                “Okay. I’ll have breakfast and coffee waiting for you.”

                Jake makes no effort to hide his morning erection, straining against his sleeping pants, and if he thinks it’s going to embarrass him he’s sorely mistaken. He just watches and when Jake glances back he just raises an eyebrow and smirks, amused when Jake blushes and then closes the bathroom door with an emphatic thump.

…            …            …

                Jake re-enters the room, showered and looking much more put together and rested, although he’s still wearing the clothes he slept in. He settles in the chair opposite and promptly hooks his ankle around Bradley’s.

                “Okay, so you never answered. Where am I? Where are we?”

                “Rotorua.”

                “Okay. That sounds familiar but I have no idea why. Care to explain?”

                “Well, thought I’d take you on a date.”

                “Yeah? What have you got planned?”

                “Well, I have to say I do feel like I got a playbook and cheated a little, but it’s still happening…”

                Jake waves an impatient hand, clearly wanting him to get to the point.

                “Ziplining. Then an afternoon mountain biking…”

                “Wait. Seriously? Javy said no to that…”

                “I’m not Javy.”

                “Oh my god. I want to kiss you…”

                “After our date.”

                “An all-day date?”

                “Yep. Still have Rueben and Logan with us though. Natasha is in Auckland having a pamper afternoon after she deals with the, uh, aftermath of yesterday.” Jake groans and Bradley laughs. “It’s fine, but there were some fans who had the super-pass and were standing on the stage and the media are convinced that one of them is your soulmate.”

                “Oh.”

                “Yeah. No one thinks it’s one of your security detail at least, who as far as most of the media knows has been the same for most of the tour. No one new you could possibly be trading first words with.”

                “Oh.”

                “And no press or media today or tomorrow. Two whole days where you can just… not think about it.”

                “Thank you.”

                “Thank Natasha. But I’ll be sure to pass it on… So I’m going to try and make today feel as normal and fun as I can. For all that we’re doing a whole bunch of touristy things.”

                “Yeah, a little touristy but also I’m just dying to do something different,” Jake says, and Bradley suddenly feels a lot more confident about the other things he’s tacked on to the day.

                “Well, it’s not quite an original date idea, seeing as you put it on your planned day off, but I thought that I could make it happen…”

                “Are you serious?”

                “Yep. Told you I wanted to treat you right.”

                The look Jake gives him feels charged with electricity, heavy, a little intense and a challenge all rolled into one. Bradley simply holds his gaze, reminds himself that he has four days of work, then the flight home and then he’s officially off the books. His restraint is being tested though and he really does want to kiss Jake.

                “Well, what are we waiting for?”

                “You to get dressed. For a start.”

…            …            …

                The four of them are fastened into harnesses and he resists the urge to check that they’ve got them all done correctly. Obviously if things go badly it’ll reflect on them, they’re probably being extra careful with Jake there. The safety briefing is quick but thorough, and soon he’s soaring through the treetops. He can hear Rueben whooping up ahead and grins, hears Jake’s shout of joy and then his own stomach swoops as he glides effortlessly from one platform to another. The forest is lush and green, rushing water below them is picturesque. The rush of wind, coupled with the views and the adrenaline it’s pretty exhilarating. He gets to the end and Rueban and Jake are both waiting and then Logan is joining them and he catches the look they share. Getting paid to do this kind of stuff is pretty amazing.

                Jake takes the obligatory photos with the staff, Rueben does the job of asking them to hold off mentioning anything on social media channels for at least twenty-four hours, ideally forty-eight. They happily agree when Jake mentions giving them a shoutout on his account when he gets to Auckland, that he’s currently avoiding social media. It doesn’t stop him taking plenty of photos though, and he notes Rueben and Logan are taking plenty of the two of them and he’ll have to thank them later. After getting them to send him the best ones.

                The café they’re heading to for lunch is apparently famous for their grilled cheese, winning national competitions, and Rueben had already done the research so he follows his lead. Rueben’s also the one driving them and Bradley’s not complaining that he gets to sit in the back of a car and get driven around, all while holding Jake’s hand as he looks through pictures. Fortunately it’s the middle of the week, which means it’s maybe a little quieter. Still people approach and ask for photos when they realize exactly who Jake is. Again they’re asked to hold fire on posting anything to social media but Bradley knows that with every photo taken the chance of their location being made known increases. Jake talks to them about enjoying his day off and he’s definitely a people pleaser, his fans are pretty understanding, wishing him well, although they’re also clearly looking around for who might be with them and also Jake’s soulmate.

                Then they’re on the way to mountain biking and he’s arranged hiring four bikes, Logan and Rueben taking the front. Rueben, with his experience, has arranged lifts back to the top each time, although both he and Logan give him shit for being lazy. It does make for a more pleasurable experience though, navigating their way through a network of trails through a forest. He’s never done mountain biking before, and he’s glad that he and Jake stick to the beginner trails, because even those have tree roots and drops that make him wonder if Rueben and Logan are going to come away with broken limbs. By the time they finish up his quads are burning and he’s regretting working out that morning, not realizing quite how active the day was going to be. At least they can all enjoy the next part.

…            …            …

                He catches Jake looking at him, eyebrow quirked and he just grins. Rueben pulls into a parking area and then hops out, making a call to let them know they’ve arrived. Then someone is there, then they’re all being escorted to a side door and ushered through softly-carpeted hallways and into luxurious bathrooms. Rueben and Logan disappear to their own, he was intent on them getting their own and letting him and Jake just have this together.

                “What are we doing here?”

                “Massage. Hopefully something relaxing. With mud.”

                “Um. What?”

                “I’ve been assured you’ll like it.”

                “Natasha.”

                “Natasha,” Bradley agrees with a grin, and he nods toward the shower cubicle.

                “Not going to shower with me?” Jake asks.

                “Nope… I’ve got my own cubicle.”

                “Well, that ruins some of my fun… wait. Is this like, a couples massage?

                “Yeah.”

                “Oh…”

                He never thought Jake Seresin would get embarrassed, not by being shown a little softness but it seems like he is, little streaks of pink appearing on the crest of his cheeks and Bradley doesn’t resist the urge to reach out and just squeeze his hand.

                “Go on. There should be a fluffy robe and sexy disposable underwear for after your washed off the dirt and sweat from the ride…”

                He’s also packed a change of clothes and some other essentials for later. Once they’re both showered and wrapped in matching robes Bradley presses the call button, an attendant appears to lead them to another room. It’s warm, dimly lit, calming and quiet music set the mood. He and Jake are led to tables side by side, where they can look at each other if they want to, although he notes Jake decides to instead shove his head in the hole and hide his face. That’s okay, Bradley can understand him feeling a little overwhelmed. He didn’t warn him about this part of the date and he wonders if he should maybe mention the next parts.

                Then they’re asked if they’re ready to start, then he’s being covered in warm… mud. It has to be mud. It feels odd, but the person massaging him though is good, the pressure of their hands soothing the aches in his tired muscles and he lets himself relax. He opens his eyes a little while later to find Jake watching him and he smiles softly, gets a slow sleepy smile in return which makes his heart kick in his chest. The sluice of warm water over his legs startles him and then he realizes they’re washing the mud off.

                They’re both rinsed clean and then towel dried, then the robes are there and they’re back in the bathrooms showering to get the last little remnants of mud off. Jake definitely looks more relaxed, and he somehow looks better, and he already looked good.

                “So, where are we going next?”

                “Private hot tub soak in the forest…”

                “Seriously?”

                “Yep. And then dinner and a walk…”

                “Wow. Thank you for this. All of it. Today.”

                “Want to give you every experience that you want,” Bradley says, because it’s the truth but also this wasn’t even difficult or original. He simply took what Jake wanted already and added to it. He thinks he’s going to find Jake surprisingly easy to please.

…            …            …

                “Here, got you some trunks.”

                “Thanks.”

                Then Bradley is turning away and he can see his words across Bradley’s left shoulder blade, writing messy and scrawling and definitely his and he lets out a little laugh, which has Bradley turning back to look at him.

                “What?”

                “Just… saw my words. Feel like I should apologize for my handwriting.”

                The smile Bradley gives him reminds him of the one they’d exchanged when they’d just been looking at each other while getting massages. He’s never felt this relaxed at the end of a tour before, and he knows, hopes, that it’s because Bradley is there. He’s sleeping rather than lying awake, feeling settled and grounded despite being miles from home.

                “Come on, get changed. We can cuddle and talk while sitting in the hot tub…”

                “Oh my god, that sounds amazing…”

                He changes quickly, tries not to focus on the fact that he’s very briefly naked and in the same room as Bradley. Then he’s following him out and it’s quiet, and he can see a few people but there a fair way away and it obvious that care has been taken to make the most of the surrounding forest to provide privacy. They walk down a boardwalk to a tub, and there is steam rising from the surface of the water, and also a nearby stream. Right. Geothermal waters. The steam gives an illusion of even more privacy, almost like it’s a different world and he drops his towel on the bench and steps over the edge of the tub and into the warm water, Bradley following hi,

                “Come here…” Bradley states, and then he finds himself nestled between Bradley’s thighs as his arms and legs wrap around Jake and he hooks his head over Jake’s shoulder and places a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

                “What if I want to cuddle you?”

                “Then we take turns. Just let me hold you for a bit.”

                “Yeah, okay with me,” Jake murmurs, settling relaxing further. He can see a jug of water with glasses off to the side, along with a platter of fruit and hums appreciatively. It feels like it’s been a while since his grilled cheese at lunch, but he doesn’t reach for anything, he has a question he wants to ask. “What did you think, about your words I mean?”

                “I thought I was either going to play a lot of games of hide and seek, or maybe be a member of a search and rescue team. Although, I did think the person would be more appreciative of being found if I was in search and rescue. What about you? Are your words why you have a reputation for trying to escape from your security detail?”

                “Not intentionally,” Jake muses. Thinks about it. “Maybe? I don’t know. I always finish a show and need some time to…”

                “Decompress?”

                “Yeah,” Jake agrees quietly, and he’s grateful that Bradley apparently understand that part of him already. Not the high-energy performer that his public image hangs from, but the quieter edges of him that ache for the comforts of home after. That Bradley might become that home now… it’s equal parts terrifying as it is exciting.

                “Just… can I have a kiss?” Jake asks, turning in the water to face him. He knows Bradley has his line drawn in the invisible sand, and he’s glad in the moment that it’s there, the knowledge that it can’t, or won’t, go any further.

                “Yeah. Of course you can have a kiss now…”

                Bradley has been affectionate and pressed so many kisses to his forehead and cheek, let his hands rest where they fall on Jake’s body when standing side-by-side, or guiding him through crowds. It’s been casual and easy, comforting in how easy Bradley had just offered the new level of affection.

                Bradley’s hand cups Jake’s face and it’s soft, slow and exploratory. He lets the water buoy him and he straddles Bradley’s thighs, loops his arms around his neck and lets himself press into it, firmer but not hard, just wanting to convey that he’s here, with Bradley and not thinking about anything else in the moment other than them together. He can feel Bradley’s hands on his hips beneath the water, a steady presence just holding him and he can’t get his head around feeling so settled and grounded while also feeling like he’s flying.

…            …            …

                Bradley meets up with Rueben and Lee, goes over the last few plans for the rest of the day. They’re both still on the high that they’re both getting paid to effectively have the best day off and if he can have them form part of Jake’s permanent security detail he’s going to do it. Jake comes out of the bathroom and grins at them all, but it’s his hand he reaches for, linking their fingers together and he doesn’t even bother to try hiding his grin.

                “What next? I’m starting to get a little hungry, so I hope you’re going to say food…”

                “Yeah, it’s food. Come on.”

                He lets Rueben and Logan take care of everything, the driving and security checks. His own eyes don’t stop moving, not until they all pile into one gondola and then slowly travel up the hillside, to where the restaurant sits. They’ll have the best view of the scenery and while Rueben and Logan are there, they’re also not sitting at the same table as them, a small private dining area set off just to the side. He has no idea what he eats, not even sure he does considering he doesn’t seem to have let go of Jake’s hand. Then they’re watching the sky turn dark, shots of pink and gold filling the sky over the lake and okay, it’s a pretty fucking perfect first date and it’s not over yet.

                They take the luge down the hill, racing each other and Jake laughs and it is unplanned and Bradley is very fucking grateful that none of them break anything, even if Rueben and Logan both look like they want to do it again if Jake suggests it. He doesn’t give him a chance to, takes Jake’s hand in his again and tugs him towards the car.

                “Come on… one more thing to do.”

                “What?”

                “Nighttime canopy walk through the redwood trees…”

                The look on Jake’s face is gratifying, the squeeze of his hand and grin that clearly indicates he’s more than happy that their date is not yet over. They’re not very far away, but it’s dark by the time they get out of the car. There’s another short safety briefing, and Jake smiles, signs an autograph but then they’re left alone to make their way through the canopy, suspended on purpose built walkways. There are lanterns casting shadows and it feels like the rest of the world has just slipped away from existence, leaving just the two of them.

                They need their hands free for holding on a lot of the time, some of the passages too narrow to consider holding hands anyway, but he stops them at every platform, wraps his arms around Jake and lets himself drop gentle kisses on Jake’s face, his lips, his neck. As the walk progresses the kisses become a bit longer, a little more heated, and he’s glad that while it might feel like they’re alone, there are people waiting for them. He has his resolve and ethics and he’s going to trying his level fucking best to stick to them. Kissing Jake is his compromise.

                The compromise is unfairly tested when they get back to the ground, Jake smiling and grateful, but his fingers gripping Bradley’s hand so hard it’s almost painful as they thank the operators for letting them book the entire evening. Then he’s being pulled along a little path, the light down here even less than it had been up in the canopy. Then he’s being pushed up against one of the trees and Jake is kissing him fiercely, hard and bruising, breath gasping out of him and he’s pressing his groin against Bradley’s thigh and grinding –

                “Jesus Jake…” Bradley groans, letting himself just enjoy it for a moment, he’ll stop. Soon.

                “God, can we… please… I… fuck. Sorry…”

                “Just… kind of like the idea of our first time being in your bed. Or my bed.”

                Jake groans, but it’s not one of pleasure, more of frustration and Bradley forces himself to stop, to just rest his forehead against Jake’s shoulder and breathe, and Jake mirrors the posture, his forehead on Bradley’s shoulder.

                “Oh my god, you’re a romantic.”

                “Yeah. Little bit.”

                “Ugh. Why me…”

                “You deserve to be romanced… also I don’t want us to have to hurry or have to be somewhere. I’ve waited my whole life for this, what’s a couple more days?”

                “You can’t be sweet and look so fucking hot. My brain can’t cope…”

                “You want me to apologize?”

                “No. Never. Just… give me a minute.”

                “Of course.”

…            …            …

                “Oh god, what is that smell?”

                “Sulfur. Active volcanic zone remember?”

                “And the whole town smells like this?”

                “Apparently you get used to it. We’ve been on the outskirts of the town mostly, so it’s… not as intense.”

                “Our first date, I’ll remember it every time I get a whiff of sulfur or rotten eggs… Great.”

                “Hopefully other things make you remember it too. Now come on, we have a flight to Auckland pretty early tomorrow.”

                “How early is early?”

                “Nine.”

                “Oh… that’s actually humane.”

                “It’s only a forty-five minute flight, so yeah, no early morning wake up.”

                Like the previous two nights they fall asleep together.

…            …            …

                The next three days and final two concerts whip past in a blur; apart from sleeping with Jake tucked carefully in his arms at night he’s the epitome of a professional, although both Rueben and Logan keep smirking at him. He subtly gives them the finger when he catches them, but he’s counting down the hours to hand-over now. Jake has had multiple interviews, fielded endless questions about his soul bond which he’s deflected by simply saying that his soul mate deserves their privacy. There has been no hint of gender or nationality, and Bradley is pretty sure Jake is treating it like a challenge now, to keep it a secret after letting it slip in the first place. He doesn’t mind either way, but does appreciate not being under the same scrutiny as Jake himself.

                Then they’re finally on their final flight home, they’ve spent a lot of time conversing, mostly through messages on their phones, exchanging dirtier and dirtier information and it’s been good, having such a serious conversation almost silently. If their phones ever get hacked then they’ll be in trouble but they’ve managed to get through some pretty meaningful and important discussions with minimal awkwardness, which has been an unintended benefit. Although he’s well aware it’s once again crossing over the now incredibly blurred line in the sand regarding his professionalism. However he’s pretty sure Jake isn’t going to allow time for any type of actual conversation before they end up having sex, so again this is something he’s prepared to compromise on.

                “You two are weird… Tour has finally finished. We’re on our way home. You finally have some privacy and you’re both sitting there, not even touching, staring intently at your phones.”

                “We’re communicating plenty,” Jake says darkly, shifting in his seat and Bradley grins, looks at the ceiling of the plane to avoid looking at Jake. He’d just shared that he really likes eating guys out, but that some guys don’t like his moustache because it makes all the sensitive skin just that little bit more sensitive. He’s pretty sure Jake is sporting a semi in his sweats, hiding it with a blanket draped over and he glances to him. Sure enough, Jake is glaring at him and Bradley raises an eyebrow, knows Jake can’t do anything about it right now.

                “Bathroom,” Jake spits out, and then he’s gone toward the back of the plane.

                Bradley feels smug until he receives the photo, Jake’s hand around his cock and he bites back a groan.

                Yeah, he guesses he deserved that.

…            …            …

                “Fucking finally… come on.”

                “You sure you don’t want to sleep?”

                “I’ve waited fucking long enough.”

                “Come on then, shower first… get clean hmm?”

                “No. Take too long. Just… something else first?”

                “You trying to give orders now?" Bradley teases, thrusting against him hard enough to almost knock him off his feet and Jake makes grabby hands, his fingers curling in the fabric of Bradley’s shirt and holding tight as they kiss and grind against each other.

                “Yes, I am if you don't want me to come in my fucking pants," Jake gasps and Bradley makes a considering look, because the idea of it, the accompanying visual is definitely something that turns him on. Stepping back, gentler and more careful than before, he slips a couple of fingers into the waistband of Jake’s sweats and pushes them down, leaving the underwear for now, because he’s going to see his words on Jake soon, up close and very personal.

                "Tempting. Another time," he promises, and then he drops to his knees and the way Jake’s eyes go darker is gratifying.

…            …            …

                Jake has to squeeze the base of his cock through the fabric of his underwear to keep from losing it right there. God, this is going to be over alarmingly quickly but it’s okay, he reminds himself, Bradley won’t care or judge and it’s going to be one of many times together, but he can’t help the small part of him that wants it to be perfect. God, maybe rutting against the thick expanse of Bradley’s thigh might have been perfect, seeing him on his knees right now definitely is, but maybe anything would be perfect right now and he needs to stop worrying about any of it and all of it. But he does want his hands on him and he holds a hand out, makes Bradley stand up and then leads him to his bedroom.

                “You did say you wanted to have a bed…”

                “I say a lot of things…”

                He watches as Bradley kicks his pants off. It's not the first time Jake's seen him naked, but it’s the first time he’s allowed to look. To touch. He's gorgeous all over, thick and strong in a way that makes him look bigger than he really is. When he reaches for the waistband of his boxers, Jake does the same, kicks his underwear off and then Bradley is there, fully naked, touching him everywhere, pressing their bodies together. Their cocks are bobbing around ridiculously but then Bradley’s hand is there, just catching and holding them both, more to guide than anything else and Jake groans.

                “Bed, come on. Want you on me…”

                It’s something he’d mentioned in their silent text exchange, that he likes feeling blanketed and pinned down, held and grounded. Bradley is walking him backwards toward his own bed and he lets himself fall back and then shuffles up, his eyes not leaving Bradley’s. Then he lets his legs fall open, runs a finger along the crease of his thigh and Bradley’s eyes track the movement.

                “Oh…” Bradley murmurs under his breath. Then he’s licking over the words and Jake almost jackknifes back up at the sudden ticklish sensation. “Mmm… stay where I tell you to huh?”

                “Asshole.”

                “Yep. Proud of it too.”

                Then Bradley shifts and moves Jake, so he can staddle Jake’s thighs and his hands are free to roam and touch everywhere; suddenly Jake can do the touching he so badly wanted to do and he grips Bradley’s thighs, and, God, Jake feels like he’s waited forever for this. Then Bradley shifts again and he’s close enough that Jake can get his hand on his cock, although Bradley is leaning down to kiss him. He thumbs the thick vein under the head of Bradley's cock, smiles when he feels Bradley's mouth open against his neck, feels smug. Tightening his grip and stroking in earnest, Jake angles his head down to watch his hand working between them. Bradley has a nice cock, thick and shiny pink where the head pokes through Jake's fist. Jake knows he's an asshole for feeling relieved about it. It's not like he would want Bradley any less if he had a tiny dick or anything, but it's nice not to have to worry about it.

                "Thought about this," Jake tells him. He licks his palm messily before reaching down to stroke him again, grip tight and slick with saliva, likes the fact that all he can see and feel is Bradley.

                It's been a while since Jake last did this for someone, and even then it was mostly just a step to get to the good stuff. Touching Bradley is different; Jake wants to know what he likes. He strokes faster and slower, tighter and looser, shorter and with a twist of his wrist at the end just to see what reactions he can get. Playing with Bradley's foreskin makes him hiss through his teeth, so Jake quickly gives up on that in favor of the long, tight strokes that seem to illicit the best response. He is rewarded with shifting hips and low, throaty groans.

                "God, Jake," Bradley murmurs drunkenly, tipping his head forward to mouth at Jake's clavicle.

                The way Bradley gasps out his name makes Jake's heart feel too big for his chest. Clamping his eyes shot Jake works his hand steadily, focusses on the little hitching sounds that Bradley makes on each upstroke. Everything is slick with spit and precum now, Jake's own cock leaking between them steadily. He's so hard it hurts, but it's easy enough to ignore when he feels Bradley's muscles twitch and shudder above him. Then Bradley shifts again, grabbing for Jake’s wrists, pinning him to the mattress. Wiggling a little, Jake's heart pounds when Bradley doesn't budge. Jake stares up at him, eyes wide.

                "I'm so into this. So into you," he tells Bradley in amazement.

                Bradley laughs, eyes crinkling fondly. He's lovely, he's so lovely, it drives Jake completely crazy.

                "You’re much too coherent," Bradley states, pushing Jake's wrists up above his head and stretching him out beneath him with a heated gaze. All the fantasies in the world have nothing on the way Bradley looks perched above him, eyes dark as he transfers both of Jake's wrists into one hand and runs the other down his chest. He touches him everywhere but where he wants, dragging a palm down Jake's throat, over his pecs and stomach then back up. Jake pushes his heels into the mattress as thick fingers rub against his left nipple, sending a shiver of electricity to his crotch.

                "Bradley," he gasps. "I don't need... I don't need much. Please."

                "Mmm," Bradley agrees, dropping his head to suck the abused nipple into his mouth. Squirming against his hold, Jake whines weakly. It's too much.

                He wants more. Needs more.

                "You're so easy for me," Bradley murmurs wonderingly, stubble scratching against sensitive skin as he talks. It's been long enough since Jake fucked a guy that he can't remember if stubble-burn always turned him on or if it's a Bradley-specific thing, the moustache is softer than he thought it would be though.

                "Yeah. Just for you," Jake breathes, because it's pretty obvious what buttons to push with Bradley. As he suspected would happen the illusion of control breaks, and Bradley shudders, pushing up to kiss him. Sucking messily at Bradley's tongue, Jake wants to pull his legs up to wrap around his hips, wants to be able to chase more friction against his body. His cock feels heavy and painfully hard between his legs, and Bradley is still hovering above him, infuriatingly out of reach.

                "Please, come on," Jake insists between kisses. "I need you. Come on, Bradley."

                Bradley makes a wounded noise into his mouth, hand fumbling as it slides between their bodies to finally wrap around Jake's cock. It's embarrassing how close he is already. Little choking sounds escape his mouth with every shift of Bradley's hand over the swollen head of his cock, the sensation almost too much. Thrusting messily into the circle of Bradley's fist, Jake's too far gone to care how desperate he might look.

                He wants to drag this out, wants Bradley touching him forever, but he's been ready to go off since Bradley kissed him three days ago. The hot, tight slide of Bradley's hand over him now is too much. His balls tighten and his entire body is jerking like his entire body is crying out for touch despite having it nearly everywhere. Bradley releases his wrists suddenly, collapsing forward onto his forearm and jerking Jake hard and fast.

                "I've got you, I've got you," he murmurs over and over into Jake's neck. The familiar rumble of his voice tips Jake over the edge, muscles seizing. Pleasure crashes into him as he jerks and spills, hot and messy all over Bradley's hand and his own stomach. Bradley whispers nonsense as he wrings him out, yeah baby, that's it, so fucking gorgeous, so good. Jake whines weakly as he spasms through the aftershocks, too blissed-out to care how dumb he might sound or look.

                He slumps and goes boneless, Bradley kissing messily along his neck and jaw. Still panting, Jake strokes clumsily up and down his back, trying to regain his wits. Bradley's cock is pressing insistently against his hip, so Jake slides his hands down to grab the flesh of his ass, pulling him forward. Moaning gratefully, Bradley thrusts through the mess Jake made of his own stomach, cock head smearing wetness up his abs.

                "Yeah," Jake breathes, encourages. He feels sluggish and come-stupid, but he wants to make Bradley feel good. He can’t wait to find all the ways  to make Bradley feel good, once he has a functioning brain again and he’s regained his hand-eye coordination.

                Turning his head, he nudges Bradley's mouth up for a kiss, simultaneously digging his nails into his ass. Bradley's hips stutter then thrust hard against Jake's belly, hand sliding down to grip his hip. Even half out of his mind, he's bossy, angling Jake's hips how he wants them and rutting against him. Jake leans back, reveling in how wrecked Bradley looks as he jerks harder and harder against him, mouth wet and open and eyes lidded.

                "Come on. Come on, baby," Jake whispers, rolling his hips with each thrust. He's so oversensitive it almost hurts, but he doesn't care. Bradley looks close. Licking his lips, Jake kisses him on the corner of his slack mouth. "I want it. I want it, Bradley. Come for me. Want everyone to know I'm yours. Come on."

                It's mostly nonsensical, but it seems to do the trick. Bradley scrambles for leverage, shoves Jake up the bed with two hard thrusts before going rigid and coming in long, groaning bursts over his chest and stomach. Jake gentles him through it, stroking his hair and shoulders and murmuring encouragingly as he shudders, trying to memorize the way Bradley's face looks all screwed-up and euphoric. Jake did that, made him look that way, and he knows he doesn’t need to commit it to memory because they’ll be doing this again, but he still wants to remember it. Bradley collapses to the side with an arm slung over Jake's stomach. Honestly, Jake would have kind of liked being squashed, but he appreciates that Bradley is as much of a gentleman about this as he is about everything else. It's part of his charm.

                "You good?" he asks.

                Bradley grunts in response, obviously still out of it, and Jake smiles. It's disgusting, really, how gone he is on him. Shifting closer, Jake turns his head towards Bradley and closes his eyes, happy to just lie there and enjoy the moment. It's almost too good to take in all at once and he suspects that’s partially due to the exhaustion catching up with him, feels himself drift in and out of consciousness. He feels the mattress shift and Bradley's arm slide carefully off his waist. There is a split second when Jake thinks maybe he's just rolling over, but then Bradley's weight is gone and he's alone in bed. He's not sure how much time passes before something warm and wet swipes over his stomach, startling him back into consciousness and he grumbles quietly about almost being asleep.

                "It’s this or a shower…" Bradley whispers, and he’s definitely looking smug when Jake blinks up at him. He's leaning over the bed, washcloth in hand, still completely naked, hair a complete disaster.

                "Shower… " Jake mumbles, because he’s pretty sure it won’t be alone. Not anymore, not when Bradley is around.

                “You think you can stand?” Bradley asks, and Jake immediately feels a surge of needing to prove that he can. Although…

                “You can make sure I don’t fall over.”

                And he gets Bradley’s arms around him, pulling him up which is what he was angling for.

…            …            …

                Bradley knows Jake has a stubborn streak, and a level of self-discipline that keeps him going despite how exhausted he might get. But he doesn’t have to draw on those reserves right now, he’d hoped Jake would fall asleep and they could revisit everything in the morning and yet here he is in the shower, a naked half-asleep Jake Seresin insisting he’s good for another round. Bradley would like to differ, but that seems to make Jake do nothing but dig his heels in so he’s going along with it for now.

                It’s nice, quietly soft, having just come he’s not really angling for anything more, just lets himself enjoy the warm and slippery feel of Jake against him, his tongue and lips and little hums of happy pleasure. Then he feels Jake’s hand grab his ass, fingers brushing over his hole and he grins into the curve of Jake’s shoulder, mirrors the exact same thing and is surprised when Jake pushes back against his fingers.

                “It’s not a race Jake. We don’t have to do everything in one night…”

                Jake whines against his neck, hips jerking.

                “I want to though…”

                “We have time.”

                He does try to make them they take their time, part of him wonders if they should maybe be waiting a bit longer, Jake’s been on tour for six months, was dead on his feet less than a week ago and was almost asleep no less than fifteen minutes ago. As much as he looks and acts like he’s bounced back Bradley is fairly certain that nothing but a couple of weeks rest is going to truly bring him back to his equilibrium. Despite all that Jake is going through the motions of washing his hair and body, and Bradley is doing his best to ensure he stays upright and doesn’t fall asleep and brain himself.

                “I’m just… don’t be too long… want you to fuck me,” Jake says and Bradley can’t help but raise a disbelieving eyebrow as Jake steps out of the shower and starts drying himself off.

                “I’ll be right there…” Bradley says, amused beyond belief because he’s not even hard, glad that Jake has such faith in his refractory period. He takes his time, pays attention to getting clean himself and lets himself think about the fact that there will definitely be more sex with Jake in the very near future. He dries himself off and walks back into the bedroom and has to bite back a laugh, because Jake has passed out cold, but also clearly had some serious intent. He’s gotten the lube out, his fingers are shiny with it, as is his ass crack and Bradley picks up the tube and places it on the bedside table safely out of the way, uses his damp towel to wipe Jake’s fingers and presses a soft kiss to his bicep.

                “Sleep well Jake.”

…            …            …

                He wakes up the next morning and he doesn’t think Jake has moved, still completely sacked out but still the most gorgeous sight Bradley has ever woken up to. And he’s certain he’s going to think that every morning he wakes up with Jake beside him. As he watches Jake shifts a little, just a little grind of his hips and Bradley bites his lip, an idea forming as he reaches for the lube and a couple of condoms. Then he slides a finger into himself, is generous with the lube although a little impatient with the actual stretching, his cock getting harder the more he thinks about Jake fucking him. He’d been very thorough last night, not really expecting Jake to be able to stay awake but still not cutting any corners. It does mean that he doesn’t have to take his time this morning, and he knows from his experience the last few mornings that Jake is going to wake fairly soon and he’d like to wake him up. No alarm needed.

                Wiping his fingers on the same towel he used on Jake’s fingers last night, he drops it, then leans forward to kiss Jake's throat, then the underside of his jaw before moving up to run his nose against the side of Jake's stubbly cheek. Bradley's lips graze the corner of Jake's mouth as he smiles again. Up close his dimples are deeper and his eyelashes are darker, and he’s so gorgeous and he’s all Bradley’s. Jake makes little sleepy grunts, his body stretching out to press against Bradley as he wakes and then he’s kissing him properly, shifting to press his hard cock against Bradley’s own.

                “Morning.”

                “Is it morning?”

                “Sure is…” Bradley says, rolling his hips to provide friction for them both, feels Jake shift in response to add to it. Maybe they could just rut against each other like this. Jake is groaning, muttering something which he can’t make sense of, too quiet.

                “How do you like it? Want to fuck me?” Bradley asks, which isn’t actually what he wanted to ask, but he’s getting a little distracted by how Jake’s body feels and he’s not actually fussy but he had an idea and he’d like to at least try it…

                “Yes yes yes.”

                “Or can I fuck you?”

                “I don’t fucking care right now… Just… did I fall asleep last night?”

                “Yep. While I was finishing up in the shower.”

                “God, I am so sorry. That is not sexy.”

                “Oh, it was okay… came in to find you passed out cold and had started fingering yourself without even waiting for me to watch…”

                “Oh my god, it gets worse…”

                “Going to let me open you up? Pretty sure you won’t fall asleep this time.”

                Jake doesn’t answer with words, just shifts and stretches, opens the drawer and then looks confused and Bradley holds out the lube.

                “Looking for this?”

                Jake glares at him, but it’s got no heat and Bradley feels his mouth go dry as Jake shifts again, legs spreading and shoving a pillow under his hips, challenge broadcasted in every movement and Bradley feels smug, thinking about his idea with what he knows Jake has said he likes in bed and what he knows about his own body. He was going to let Jake in on his idea, but he decides not to, his little sulking attitude should not be this hot.

                Jake’s ass crack is tacky with the lube he used the night before and Bradley ignores the sensation, just coats his finger and goes to town, his eyes not leaving Jake’s face, watching for discomfit although the expression on Jake’s face is almost belligerent. Bradley can’t help but lean forward and kiss him, catches each of Jake’s little gasps with his own mouth and works him open slowly and steadily.

                “I’m good, come on…”

                He takes him at his word, presses a kiss to each of Jake’s knees, wipes his hands and then reaches for the condom. Lets Jake take it from him and open it up, rolls it down his cock and then falls back again and shoves his ass in Bradley’s direction.

                “Subtle.”

                “Come on…” Jake snaps and then Bradley’s pushing inside, one long slow push and Jake moans, low and deep and Bradley shakes a little.

                “Fuck,” Bradley says against the side of Jake’s neck, breath humid and hot. He keeps his hips carefully still, waiting for Jake to give him the go-ahead.

                “Yeah, yeah… come on.”

                Bradley tightens his hand on Jake’s hip and then he’s pulling out, letting Jake feel every inch of him, before thrusting back in. He takes it nice and slow, knows he has time. Jake is shifting, trying to get closer, maybe wanting it harder. Regardless, he’s not using any words and Bradley just lets his hips roll in and out, picking up the pace in response to Jake’s breathing picking up speed. His own breath is coming in pants and he can feel his orgasm building, bends down to kiss Jake.

                “I’m not, I… I said…”

                “Shh… It’s okay. I got you. Think we’re made for each other…”

                “You feel good.”

                “Mmm. So do you,” Bradley says, his hips snapping now, thinks about Jake admitting via a message sent not even two days ago that he hardly ever comes when he’s getting fucked. It’s fine, Bradley’s not about to try and prove himself, but it does mean he can just chase his own orgasm and come as quickly as possible. Then he can focus on Jake and his pleasure. He jerks as he comes, his teeth pressing into Jake’s neck and god he hopes that doesn’t mark, that would be a little embarrassing. He gives himself twenty seconds, his thrusts slowing and he finally pulls out all the way, kisses away the expression on Jake’s face as he reaches for another condom and the lube.

                “Wait, what… what are you doing?” Jake asks, and his eyes are glazed and intense and Bradley feels a little shaky but he can do this, rolls the condom down Jake’s cock, strokes him a couple of times with lube before he shifts up so he’s straddling Jake’s stomach.

                “Told you I like being fucked after I’ve come.”

                “Oh Jesus fucking Christ…” Jake breathes as Bradley sinks down on his cock, his thighs trembling but then Jake’s hips are raising up to meet him and he lets gravity take over, groan into the shivery-shake of over stimulation that he likes. Sometimes he can come again, wonders if this’ll be one of those times.

                “Fucking hell… you…” Jake starts and Bradley has no idea what his internal thought process is right now but he’s looking up at Bradley like he’s everything and he feels pretty satisfied with himself.

                “Yeah. Fuck,” Bradley says, rotating his hips in a tight circle

                “Bradley…”

                “Come on. Want you to fuck me now…”

                “What?”

                “Want you to fucking rail me. Just… come on.”

                “Are you sure?”

                “Jake. Trust me. I’m more than sure.”

                Despite Bradley’s hasty encouragement and slight disgruntlement that Jake won’t just take his word for it, part of him is glad that Jake cares enough, although he’ll soon learn that when Bradley tells him he’s ready to be fucked, he really does mean it. Then Jake is pushing him off, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he moves Bradley around to where he wants him and Bradley realizes that those messages went both ways. Jake is remembering his own admissions about favorite position and he groans, lets his shoulders sink down to bear his weight, his ass in the air and Jake’s hands on his cheeks, pulling them apart and then he’s pressing his cock in and yeah, yeah, it’s going to be one of those times.

                Jake sets a brutal pace and Bradley reassess his consideration that Jake maybe didn’t take him at his word. His entire body feels electrified, nerves twanging and he manages to get a hand on himself, hears Jake’s startled intake of breath, his hips somehow picking up the pace and Bradley grunts, pushes back as he works his hand on his cock. It never really went soft, is feeling overstimulated but he knows from experience that pushing through that will make the second orgasm even better, will have an even sharper edge of relief when he comes.

                Jake knows this, his fingers digging into his hips as he fucks into him, their combined pants the only noises in the room and then he feels Jake’s hands slip a little, their bodies getting slicker with sweat and god it’s so good. This is likely it for them, not just here in Jake’s bed, but beds all over the world, but finding and making a home with each other. Jake had been right when he’d accused him of being a romantic, because he’ll follow Jake anywhere. Right now that’s leading him to a second orgasm within thirty minutes and he shudders and shakes, eyes clenched shut against the burst of white pain-pleasure from working his cock so roughly. Jake makes an unintelligible sound and Bradley is certain he’s also coming but he’s too lost in the haze of his own pleasure again and fuck, his idea to make it all about Jake completely backfired.

                He slumps to the side, gasps at the sudden loss of Jake’s cock inside him, his body feeling even more jittery as he comes down. Then Jake is there, pressing kisses over his back and shoulders, using the towel to wipe up the worst of the mess and he really doesn’t care much about anything right now, just wants to be held and feel the warmth of Jake close to him; which he’s definitely getting, being tugged over to the unused and drier half of the bed, encouraged to lie on top of Jake like a human blanket. He can do that.

                “So glad you found me…” Jake says, his voice quiet.

                “So am I.”

…            …            …

     Jake Seresin married his long-term boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw, this weekend, in an exclusive and highly secretive event. No word on whether Seresin’s soulmate was there or not, but we can probably assume that it is a platonic bond if he is marrying someone else. Bradshaw was very briefly a member of Seresin’s security detail before they -

                Kaysie looks at the words and starts digging, going back through Instagram accounts and the social medias of different places. There’s plenty of photos of Seresin and Bradshaw, their day in Rotorua incredibly well documented considering it was ostensibly a day-off for Jake rather than a PR exercise. The day after he’d unintentionally declared to the world that he’d found his soulmate, but a lot of the business posts and other posts are a day or two after the actual scheduled day off. Which was a few days after Bradley Bradshaw had joined the security detail. Her eyes narrow. That’s a hell of a coincidence, but there’s zero actual proof either way.

                She looks at the photos again, sees the joy and soft smiles and hopes that whether they’re soulmates or not, that they’re happy together and remain that way.

THE END