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entry333 · 6 months ago

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recap of introduction to entry 14 / to the ark ; program :

[june 20 2009] introduction - jay introduces the series and alex and what marble hornets was supposed to be , the following entries are raw footage from 2006 , hasnt seen alex since then

[june 20 2009] entry 1 - filmed in alexs house with no audio , peaking outside the window to spot the operator , implication that the tape had been going on for a while and this was the only odd occurrence on it

[june 21 2009] twitter - ‘due to interest in the youtube channel, set up a twitter account. updates posted here.’

[june 21 2009] entry 2 - before events of entry 1 , near the set of marble hornets alex was walking his dog and encountered the operator who is described as a strange tall guy which set off rocky . aftee going back home alex drives back to see if hes still there but hes not

[june 22 2009] twitter - ‘just realized i havent eaten all day. taking a much needed break.’

[june 23 2009] entry 3 - a series of clips taken from alex filming himself . clips are as followed :

-low shot of alex as he rips up papers

-shot of a forest at night

-shot of alex buying more film

-shot of alex typing before looking out his window and checking his watch

-blurry shot of the forest at day

-shot of alex driving

-shot of alex looking out the blinds before his phone alarm goes off

[june 23 2009] twitter - ‘feeling very disorganized.’

[june 25 2009] entry 4 - filmed at a park with no audio , alex walks around before catching a shot of the operator . jay suspects alex removed the audio himself

[june 29 2009] entry 5 - before marble hornets began jay and alex went location scouting with jay filming alex talking about the locations he wanted to use , each clip has severe audio distortion at portions as well as visual tearing. the first shot is done at the gazebo. the second shot is done at the firepit and near the climbing tower.

[july 1 2009] twitter - ‘not seeing any more tearing or distortion. at least i know what to look for now.’

[july 4 2009] entry 6 - possible continuation of entry 1 , the clip has no audio . alex is filming outside the window before catching a glimpse of the operator and moving the camera away and presumably running farther into the house . he turns the camera back to the window just as the operator leans over and walks by the windows

[july 8 2009] entry 7 - the description says ‘patterns emerging’ . raw footage from marble hornets . alex and brian are in a car . alex seems to be talking to brian and an unknown girl off screen , telling her not to say anything as the camera picks it up as brian laughs . alex starts to feed brian tims lines as brian starts to act . after the scene brian stretches and leans back , revealing the operator in the distance . alex has a sudden mood shift and decides to end the scene . the clip ends with severe audio distortion .

[july 12 2009] entry 8 - description reads ‘short entry. doesnt seem like alex.’ the clip shows alex scribbling on a drawing pad with various drawing spread out around him . the audio cuts off and he stands to turn the light off . the rest of the clip is too dark to see and the audio never comes back

[july 19 2009] entry 9 - raw footage from marble hornets . jay says he never say alex act the way he did in the tape . the tape shows tim and sarah at the gazebo acting out a scene . alex stops them to get them to redo it as tim mentions this is the eighth take . children can be heard in the background . alex stops them and sarah remarks on this . tim makes a remark of having nothing to do later and alex gets annoyed . they start again .

the clip cuts as seth begins to film again . this sets alex off who didnt want the camera turned off during the break . tim and sarah talk to eachother quietly as alex gets mad at seth . sarah asks for a script and seth and alex appear on screen . alex gets louder as he mentions seth brought his dog . sarah tells him to calm down . tim and sarah start to argue with alex . alex apologies and they start again .

[july 19 2009] twitter - ‘exhausted.’

[july 22 2009] to the ark ; regards - description reads ‘////////‘. multiple rectangle blocks of slashes of various sizes flash on screen before the word ‘closely’ appears

[july 23 2009] twitter - ‘finding it harder to sleep lately.’

[july 23 2009] twitter - ‘very strange video response to entry #9 from “totheark”. not sure what its trying to say.’

[july 25 2009] twitter - ‘very sick. 104 fever. need to sleep instead of looking through the tapes.’

[july 28 2009] twitter - ‘feeling better now. back to the tapes.’

[july 28 2009] entry 10 - description reads ‘more missing audio.’ the clip has no audio and shows alex running through the woods with a flashlight pointed to the ground. eventually he stops and looks through the trees before flashing light onto the operator and takes off running again. reaches a building and stops. spots the operator closer this time . the camera cuts to black .

[july 31 2009] to the ark ; the operator - description reads ‘\\\yes\\\’. the audio is the missing audio from the previous entry uploaded . text flashes on the screen to say ‘Lakes In Stillness will Take Every life of the Night.’

[july 31 2009] twitter - ‘another response from ‘totheark’ with entry 10.’

[august 2 2009] twitter - ‘agreeing with others. the video response ‘operator’ sounds like some of the missing audio. maybe from entry 10?’

[august 3 2009] twitter - ‘moving soon. need to take my mind off the tapes for a day or two.’

[august 9 2009] entry 11 - description reads ‘alex missed something.’ jay found another encounter with the operator but doesnt think alex knew. shot opens with alexs wall covered in drawings . he wakes up and takes the camera before walking into the hallway which had the lights on . he turns them off then goes downstairs . he looks out various windows but sees nothing . he turns the lights on before going back upstairs . alex points the camera back to the wall as he lays down . a shadow can be seen on the wall as the pages rustle

[august 10 2009] twitter - ‘feeling sick again.’

[august 11 2009] to the ark ; deluge - description reads ‘///‘. a shot of what looks like overhead lights flickering while a voice says something indiscernible . at the end the words ‘watching you’ flash on screen.

[august 11 2009] twitter - ‘totheark has responded again. its getting kind of unnerving.’

[august 27 2009] twitter - ‘been sick for the past week. still looking for entry 12.’

[august 29 2009] entry 12 - raw footage of marble hornets . alex seems to be acting more like himself . alex and brian and an unknown woman are shooting test footage of them walking down to the river . heavy audio and visual distortion is seen . the camerawoman points off the distance to the operator who the mistake as tim. the camerawoman says to herself , ‘what he was doing’

[august 31 2009] twitter - ‘waiting to see if totheark does anything.’

[september 1 2009] to the ark ; impurity - description reads ‘000000000’. the word begin flashes in the upper left corner before the screen begins to fill with 0 . cuts to a video of a plant in a thunderstorm alongside a frequency . the word operator appears in the plant . it shows zeros filling up the screen alongside the letters ‘T H E R E W A S M R E’

[september 1 2009] twitter - ‘as expected, totheark responded.’

[september 3 2009] twitter - ‘headache. need to lay down for a while.’

[september 4 2009] twitter - ‘blacked out last night. going to the doctor tomorrow.’

[september 10 2009] twitter - ‘latest tape has me in it, watching it very closely.’

[september 10 2009] entry 13 - description reads ‘i was close by’. alex is filming with jay next to him . he tells jay the camera battery is low and to go get one from the car which he does . alex continues to walk into the forest . the clip cuts to the sky before cutting again to alex sweeping leaves off of concrete to reveal the operator symbol . he steps back to look at the building before walking away . the audio cuts off and he begins to run . he reaches the building only to encounter the operator. the video cuts off.

[september 11 2009] twitter - ‘for those asking, i did go to the doctor the other day. couldnt find anything wrong with me.

[september 15 2009] totheark ; exit - description reads ‘remember me’. there is heavy audio distortion. the clip starts on a black screen with the letters ‘RAT’ ‘HE’ ‘ORE’ ‘TOP’ appearing before it cuts off to someone in the woods filming jay getting the battery from alexs car from entry 13. as he leaves the person filming runs after him. a beep is heard and the video cuts. the words WHEREIS THEARK flash on screen.

[september 17 2009] twitter - ‘it was ~3 years ago, so my memory of entry 13 is a little fuzzy. though i do remember going to get a battery out of alexs car.’

[september 17 2009] twitter - ‘definitely never noticed anyone filming me do so.’

[september 19 2009] twitter - ‘could not sleep at all last night. shaking. thinking of going back to the doctor again.’

[september 23 2009] entry 14 - description reads ‘beginning a search.’ the video starts with visual distortion as the camera is pointed at the door slightly ajar . slowly a hand reaches out and the operator opens the door . he stands in the door frame before walking inside . alex grabs the camera and turns the lights on before pointing it back to the now open door . he stands and closes it so its slightly ajar before laying down again . jay says thirty two minutes pass before alex changes the tape . it goes to a clip of alex bleeding from the head . an alarm beeps and the video cuts off . jay says he needs to find out where alex has gone.

[september 23 2009] twitter - ‘getting the same question a lot. nothing of interest happened in those 32 minutes. just the camera pointed at the door.’

[september 26 2009] to the ark ; program - description reads ‘000’ . starts off with a test screen before going to a shot of a house in the rain . the letter s is seen in the corner . various zeros and dashes appear in two columns. the words ‘bleed more’ appear on a black screen.

#mh #mh ; recap #marble hornets

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shoyoist · 2 years ago

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Hi rekhaaa! I was wondering on what are the Tokyo revengers boys' quirks r gonna be if they're in mha!! Any thoughts??

𝐓𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒' 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

been a long time since i got over my bnha phase but this shows that i'd enjoy giving tr characters quirks and writing spin offs for them LMAO — not proofread, but i had a lot of fun thinking of these <3 (i did say my inbox is closed for reqs) but if you sent me individual characters that i havent done, i'll answer w/ quirks for them too!! short hcs are fun hehe

ぞ | hmmm, TAKEMICHI would have the ability to see glimpses of the near future. if he were the protag of bnha, his story would be that he wasted the potential of his extremely useful quirk by choosing to live a plain, ordinary life without aspiring to become a hero. then something absolutely terrible happens, but he gets the opportunity to turn things around for himself and for everyone else, if he goes back in time and claims the rank of top hero and saves the world. op music starts playing and takemichi starts his hero's journey ☆☆☆

ぞ | MIKEY would have the ability to put people to sleep. not just sleep, actually, his quirk enables him to turn people's systems off and render them comatose. if we're talking side effects, he's just sleepy ♡♡ and falls asleep real quick when he gets tired. he's quiet, a little shady but also very sweet, and whether as a hero or a villain, he'd be super powerful and useful <33

ぞ | i'll do DRAKEN a favour and let him have his motorcycle body. he's a cyborg. like genos from one punch man !! he has to get his prosthetic limbs removed and maintained regularly, and needs oil changes LMAO. imagine being the mechanic that takes care of him though <33 or the scientist that creates new body parts and weapons for him.

ぞ | BAJI is like Four Arms from Ben 10 SKHFHKH, he's big and muscley and has four arms. the perfect person to turn to, when you need a good sukuna cosplay. by the time he graduates hero school, he stands at 6'10" ♡♡ and so popular with everyone. holds fan events and meets, is super fun and friendly, good with kids — and he never turns down those calls asking for help bec a cat got stuck in a tree and needs saving LMAO

ぞ | ok ok KAZUTORA would have blood iron manipulation. realistically, your blood doesnt have THAT much iron so this is leaning towards the fictional side — but yeah, he can control your blood (maybe the flow of it out of your body, after a slash?) via the iron in your blood cells. he would be a hero turned villain <33

ぞ | MITSUYA definitely works in the rescue division. he has restoration abilities. i'm not calling it regeneration because it doesnt work on living creatures or people. it works on non living formations and structures, like stone and all. he's one of the front liners of the rescue teams. they locate people trapped under fallen buildings and such, and then mitsuya carefully restores walls and pillars, fixes cracks in the ground, and creates a safe path to reach the people from. he's also really pretty, a good leader, and skilled at providing guidance and reassurance, so everyone has a lil crush on him <33

ぞ | PAH-CHIN would have super strength. he's a lil like sakura from naruto (are there other sakuras? bec i dont know lol) and he would work in rescue, too, but in the opposite way that mitsuya does, i guess. he breaks down obstructing structures like walls and rubble, and paves way towards the people in need of saving.

ok that's takemichi + the toman ot6 but let me think of some more.

ぞ | of course KISAKI has an intelligence quirk. his ability allows him to make foolproof, precise plans that lead him straight to his goal— the catch being that they're only arranged according to his heart's desire. every step of his vision has to be followed out thoroughly to completion, to reach the end goal. however, some steps are incredibly self indulgent (step four: kill takemichi. LMAO) therefore, he's a loner at work, and more of an anti hero type. he does what he wants, how he wants, by himself. unless he met someone that was fine with doing things all his way <3

ぞ | HANMA can speak to the dead. if you come to him with enough grief and longing in your heart, for someone that's dead, he can summon their soul by channeling the power of your longing, and bring their spirit back to the edge of life for a short period of time. he would be a villain with a tragic backstory that's only revealed much later — and he works as the recruiter for his organization, by scouting people with useful quirks that have lost loved ones. "hey kid, if you do this for me and my boss, i'll let you see your sister one last time." that typa beat.

ぞ | i feel like SANZU would have some sort of energy absorption quirk. he absorbs fear. growing up, he was timid and more afraid of others than others were afraid of him, so his quirk was kept in check. however, once he joined the villains' side, he became ruthless — his gruesome murders, skilled escapes and endless number of successful heists make him his organization's beloved poster boy (which honestly only helps people to recognize and therefore fear him even more u_u).

ぞ | SENJU has a camouflage quirk. she's able to change her body to match the colours of whatever she places both her hands against — and therefore, she's part of almost every stealth mission the heroes carry out. she's leader of her division, and gets invited to a lot of workshops and expos — she's got a million fans, and the bnha universe twitter is full of senju stan accounts i just know it !!

ぞ | KOKONOI has charmspeak. it fits him really well — he's an excellent talker, silver tongued to begin with, so when he applies his quirk and slides in, he's able to coax information out of anyone he wants, and get his way no matter what the circumstances. he would've considered being a hero as a kid, but then he gets strung into a villain organization, where he decides to stay.

ぞ | if i mention koko i must mention INUI, who has a shielding ability. he's able to reflect the effect of quirks off him to some extent, giving him some level of immunity to quirk based attacks — and he uses this alongside physical shields provided to him by the hero association's weapon devs, to be both a physical and a mental shield to himself and any one he partners up with.

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years ago

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HEY HOW ARE YOU?? HAVE A GREAT DAY :D (and oh oh OH you wanted lee kaito?!?)

honestly i havent seen if you ship or anything since i just read your toya and akito one but i like to think meiko and kaito have tk fights a lot

like kaito would trip on stage or something and meiko would playfully punish him with tks after the show auahahahah (sorryyyy im bad with requests, this is my first)

sorry if you already got a request or something buuuuuut if you did you can ignore this

buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut if you didnt............. 👀 i hope this idea helps?? lol

((if you dont have an ☯️ anon yet can i claim that??))

After show

HI THERE~! I'M DOING WELL! HAVE A GREAT DAY AS WELL!

When it comes to ships I'm pretty open minded about them, as long as it's not incest or y'know...illegal akskalsjakdh

Anyways, ty so much for feeding my Kaito obsessed brain!

I did change the prompt up a bit to incorporate an idea a friend of mine had given me prior, so I hope you don't mind aalskaksj

Hope you enjoy! :D

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Kaito x Miku (platonic) WxS Sekai

Lee: Kaito

Ler: Miku

Warnings: Tickles! My love for Kaito aisuaisjakd

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It was a special day over at the stage Sekai. All the vocaloids and plushies were rehearsing for their next upcoming play. Kaito's solo part was coming up, he went to do his dance routine but ended up accidentally tripping through it. Luckily Miku was there to catch him before he could hit the ground. Still, Kaito couldn't help but feel embarrassed and a bit frustrated.

After rehearsal was done for the day, Kaito went outside, still feeling embarrassed over what had happened. Miku caught a glimpse of him and joined him as well.

"Kaito~! Ehh...everything okay?".

"Yeah...I'm fine...".

Miku squinted her eyes at him, Kaito only stared back with a confused look.

"Y'know, you're pretty bad at lying. What's got you so upset?" Miku gave him her best puppy eyes, how could Kaito resist them?! That's easy, he can't.

"I'm just a bit upset over what happened earlier..".

"Whaaaat? But it was just a mistake! I'm sure you'll get it right the next time~!" Miku bumped her fist into the air energetically, but Kaito only sighed as he looked at the ground.

This sucks, Miku hated seeing her friends all upset. She was willing to do anything to make Kaito happy again, even if he didn't approve of her methods that's a lie he does. Miku grinned and giggled mischeviously.

"Oh Kaitoooo~" she said in a sing-song voice. Kaito knew that tone far to well, and it always lead him to trouble.

"Whatever it is you have planned, don't!" Kaito tried to sound as serious as possible but his cheeks were already getting heated and his voice sounded a bit flustered. Miku giggled again.

"I think you know exactly what I'm about to do~" Miku brought her hands up, teasingly wiggling her fingers at the male vocaloid. Kaito stared at her in pure fear and excitement before deciding to scramble on out of there! Miku wasted no time chasing after him, ungraciously tackling him face first into the ground.

"WAH-! M-Miku get off!" Kaito squirmed under her grasp, but he was effectively trapped. And to make matters worse, Miku pinned one of his arms behind his back.

"Not until you're happy again! Until then...tickle tickleeee~" she quickly dug her finger's against Kaito's side, making him chocke on a laugh. For some reason he was feeling stubborn and didn't want to give Miku the satisfaction of making him laugh, so he opted to bite his lip and thrash around. Not the best plan he came up with, considering how horribly ticklish he is.

"C'mon Kaito, y'know you wanna laugh~" she then moved her fingers up to his ribs and that's when the dam finally broke.

"Nahahahahaha!! M-miku stahaHap!" Kaito squealed and kicked his legs out from behind, he was too ticklish for this! Miku only giggled and kept tormenting the ticklish vocaloid.

After a while of some awfuly good rib tickles, Miku flipped Kaito onto his back. Kaito took this chance to catch his breath, knowing Miku she was far from done with him.

"Hehe I can see your tummy~".

"Huh-? EEP!" He let out a squeak at the sudden poke he felt on his bare stomach. Miku then flashed him a mischevious smirk, uh oh was all Kaito could think.

"Miku what are you- BWAH! AHAHAHAHAHA! M-MIKU NOHOHO!" Kaito shrieked and fell into a fit of hysterical laughter when he felt something soft and fluffy along his tummy. Miku was currently using the tail from her costume to tickle him! She truly was the tickle monster of the Sekai.

"Such a cute ticklish tummy you have~".

Poor Kaito squealed and cackled, kicking out his legs like a puppy. The ticklish dork covered up his face with his hands, too embarrassed from all the weird yet cute noises he kept making from the tail tickles.

Looks like Miku was having none of that though. She stopped the ticklish assault on Kaito's tummy and pinned his arms above his head.

"Aehehe...M-miku let me gohoho!" Kaito's flushed face got revealed once more, showing off his bright smile and watery eyes. He tugged at his arms but of course Miku wouldn't budge.

"Hmmm...are you feeling better now?".

"Mmhm!!!" Kaito nodded his head profusely, it was quite the comedic scene to witness.

"Hehe you suuuure~?" She playfully poked at his armpit.

"YeheHEs! Im suHUHURE!" Kaito squealed once again, almost bucking Miku off of him.

"You really really suuuuuuure~?" She gave his armpit a quick scribble.

"YEHEHEA! P-PLEHEHEASE MIKUHUHU!" Kaito threw his head back in laughter, too tired to even squirm or even think of getting away. Maybe being forced to endure Miku's tickle torture wasn't so bad after all. He couldn't lie, he was feeling much better now.

Looks like the heavens were in Kaito's favor, because shortly after Miku stopped tickling him. She let go of him and gave him room to breathe. He quickly curled up on himself, hugging his torso as stray giggles kept pouring out of him.

"Hahaha...t-thahanks..!".

"Hehe no problem~" she helped him up onto his feet. He was so giggly she was afraid he would fall down again!

"Also, could you please not mention this to anyone? It's kind of embarrassing..." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Too late for that!".

Kaito let out a startled gasp. In front of him were none other than the gang of misfits- I mean the WonderlandsxShowtime group, all grinning mischeviously towards him.

"Uhh...I-I uhm..." poor Kaito tried to come up with an excuse as his face heated up once more.

"Get him!" yelled out Tsukasa and Emu as the four of them charged straight towards him. Looks like Kaito wasn't catching a break today.

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This kept me wildly entertained during my long ass car trip aksjakajsla

Also im planning on writing a poly VBS fic soo if anyone's got any ideas feel free to send 'em in��

#☯️ anon #colorful stage tickle #project sekai tickle #tickle fic #tickle #colorful stage #project sekai #fic #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #kaito vocaloid #hatsune miku #lee!kaito #ler!miku #asksksksks #anon ask #anon request

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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haechan: the cocky | vol 2

━ welcome home to the housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, dirty talking, nicknames, dom!hyuck, penetration, oral (giving & receiving), slight degradation?, mentions of exhibitionist kink? ☆ WC: 3.6k ☆ SYNOPSIS: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: read vol 1 here if u havent already :) theres no plot yall its just smut,, this one a filthy one ha ha skjdhfgieas

When you enter Haechan’s room, his back faces you as he sits comfortably in his expensive gaming chair, clicking furiously at his mouse and practically abusing the poor device. “Why are you so worked up?” Your voice causes him to perk up, removing an ear from his headset.

“Mark fucking sucks at this game.” Haechan rolls his eyes as he speaks directly into his mic and Mark’s tiny muffled voice shouts back at him.

Leaning into Haechan’s face, his eyes leave his monitor momentarily to intently watch your actions. Your fingers grab hold of the built in mic and speaking lowly, you greet the other boy through the receiver. “Hi Mark.”

Haechan raises an eyebrow at your seductive tone and the happy smirk on your face when you hear Mark stammer back a faint, “h-hello, y/n.”

“Mark, I gotta go.” Before even letting Mark protest and throw a fit, he’s hanging up the call and forfeiting his winning streak to finally finish what you two had started. You’re laying on Haechan’s bed with eyes that eat him right up, a look of lust and desire.

His gaze bounces between the open door and the way your thin shirt does absolutely nothing to hide how erect your nipples have become. His signature face of disbelief: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff.

“What? Are you cold or something?” He snickers, getting up to close the door.

“No... I’m just..” Propping up on your elbows, you glance briefly down at your shirt and then, away at the ground shamelessly.

“Aroused? Turned on?” Haechan taunts as he leans down to hover above you, his fingers toying with the ends of the thin fabric. As much as you’re trying to avoid eye contact, he doesn’t allow for you to shy away for long.

“Maybe.” You gulp the pooling spit in the back of your throat, the tension rising in the room. “I came upstairs like you told me too.” Pouting, he finally has you fixated on him with a thumb on your chin.

Making eye contact with him is not only incredibly intimate, but there is something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Haechan looks at you. “Right, my good girl did what she was told. How much longer can she keep that up?” His whisper is hot against your skin, but he doesn’t lean in any more.

“Don’t test me, Hyuck.” You snap back gently, crossing your arms across your chest and almost immediately, Haechan pushes you lightly onto the bed. You yelp at the boldness, knowing that your bratty side might have edged him on.

“Hyuck....? Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” He smirks, and you wish for nothing more than to wipe it off his face. He has the absolute confidence to play with you all night if he wanted to. Cocky motherfucker.

“Do something, please.” The whine in your voice catches his attention, only fueling his ego more than it has already inflated.

“What does my pretty baby want me to do?” Haechan has the full audacity to sit back in his chair, legs spread wide and arms resting behind his head. He’s left you on the bed practically untouched, yet the moment you sit up, a small pool of wetness rushes in your panties.

He’s done nothing, but your body reacts to him too strongly for you to admit. “I want you to give me a kiss.” You mumble.

However, Haechan leaves no room for a pause. “Speak up.” His voice is low and dark as he watches you squirm in your shorts, your legs rubbing together for some friction. He just loves how needy he can get you to be.

“Give me a kiss.” A little louder this time, all the while being mindful at how thin the walls are. Haechan patiently waits for you to finish your beg, “please.”

He pats his lap for you to come sit, then opens his arms to invite you into his embrace. Your legs fall on either side of his thighs and his hands rests on your waist. Haechan peers up at the pout that hasn’t left your face and gently smiles. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

There’s a sense of rivalry when he uses that nickname, holding less of a soft implication than when he calls you baby. “You’re taking forever.” You groan, rocking against him with a frustrated whine.

However, he holds you steady by your hips and chuckles mockingly, “it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave it to you. I’m giving you more of an experience to remember the next time you want to rub one out.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fast forwarding these parts in my brain.” Rolling your eyes, your hands find themselves lightly on his chest. He feels rather solid through his black shirt, “you’ve been bulking up?”

“Yeah. Can you tell? Johnny has been waking my ass up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because Jaehyun has class.” Haechan presses you up against his torso and you’re impressed at how sturdy he feels.

“So that’s why we have two jugs of protein powder taking up counter space. Doyoung and I were concerned at how much the other two were consuming, but I guess the portion includes you now.” Your hands wrap around his neck to pull him unbelievably closer, the tips of your noses touching now.

Haechan stares at you with hooded eyes and breath mixing with your own. “What does it taste like?” Your question seems to hold a sexual innuendo, or it could be the tension in the air as you both try your hardest from devouring each other’s lips right then and there.

“Mmh, tastes like shit. Rather taste something else instead.” Haechan licks his lips and tilts his head only slightly. His mind is clouded with lustful, heavy thoughts of feeling your plushy lips against his own. And the possible taste of your tongue lapping with his brings him much excitement as well.

“Should I try some?” The power has slightly shifted into your hands as Haechan seems to be in a trance from your proximity and sensual drop in tone. But you’re both wrapped up in each other’s scent of shampoo and it’s enough to drive you both hungry for one another.

“Want your lips around something else.” His thumb pulls your bottom lip down just gently before slipping it into your open mouth. Your tongue circles his finger, slowly sucking to mimic the feeling of his cock. It sends tingles down to your lower abdomen and a small moan erupts from the back of Haechan’s throat.

Something pokes at your inner thigh and without needing to look down, you already know how turned on Haechan has gotten. He won’t be able to wait it out anymore. “So pretty.” Haechan coos as he drops his finger from your lips. “Do you still want your kiss, baby?”

“Of course.” You lean in thinking that Haechan is going to finally give you a good smooch on the lips, but he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He’s discarding your shorts and underwear, peeling it off your legs and tossing it somewhere in a corner.

He spreads your legs wide open, “holy fuck, you’re dripping.” And you’re so close to telling him to stop exaggerating until he gathers slick from your hole and it unleashes a small waterfall cascading onto the bed sheets. “Since when were you this easily aroused?”

Before you can retaliate, Haechan softly kisses your clit and slowly licks a long strip up your cunt. You arch into him, his lips pressing against you just a bit harder than the first time. Eyes are locked in on yours as he flicks delicate licks at your bundle of nerves. “Good girls get the best kinds of kisses.”

He will never be able to get enough of your taste or your legs squirming at the jolts of pleasure that run down them. The fact that stands is that Haechan inexplicably loves pleasuring women and performing cunnilingus, that’s undeniable. But there’s something very special about the way your body reacts to his smallest gestures and sensual words, so responsive and almost like, your body knows how much it wants him.

And if you two hadn’t been so cordial and polite about living with each other in the beginning and considerate of your other housemates, he would’ve fucked you a long time ago. It always felt as if Haechan was walking on thorns around you, making sure he didn’t cross the lines of making you feel uncomfortable.

Nonetheless, your pajama shorts do a terrible job at covering you up or the small moments when your shirt would ride up your stomach, he always found his stares to linger. And not to mention, all the moments he has walked by to catch a glimpse of you masturbating. Truthfully, he’d been masturbating to the thought of you too and only to find out that you shared the same interest in him.

You suppress your moans with your hand, afraid to risk the chance of getting caught by your other housemates. Nevertheless, your muffled moans encourage him to lick harder, building a quick rhythm. “Hyuck, please fuck me.”

It’s agonizing the more he edges you closer to your release. Haechan is addicted to lapping your endless flow of juices that he almost chooses to ignore your breathless plea. He lets go and the knot of pleasure in your stomach dissipates for the time being, your chest rising and falling rapidly to catch your breath.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak for a second.” Haechan doesn’t mean it as a joking statement, it’s meant to instill slight humiliation in you and with a bit of a teasing tone in his darkness.

You don’t take his words to heart, “I can speak and I know what I want.” Your voice is brighter than before, until Haechan’s grin turns mischievous and he’s plotting his next few words carefully.

“Use your smart words and tell me what you want then.” Taking off his clothes, his shaft slaps against his stomach with an angry red tip leaking precum.

The sight of his dick has you clenching around nothing and it’s obvious where your focus has shifted to. You mindlessly take off your shirt, “for a computer science major, you sure like words a lot.”

“For someone who’s ruining my sheets, you sure like to verbally under compensate how much you want me.” Haechan rubs his tip at your entrance to gather lubrication, a small whine escapes his lips as he’s trying his best to hold back from ramming into your wet cunt.

“Hyuck, please. I want you to fuck me speechless.” A sparkle catches in his eye as he’s gleaming at how the dirty words spill from your pretty mouth. Pulling you up, he holds your head steady and lightly taps your lips with his tip.

“Speechless? I guess you won’t be able to whine with my dick in your mouth.” And slowly, you invite his hot shaft into your warmth and the saltiness hits your palette. A long string of profanities fill the air when you lick the underside of his tip and hollow your cheeks to suck more of him.

“Do you think you can take the whole thing?” He moans and it shocks you how raspy his voice suddenly got. His hand is rests on the back of your head lightly, patting and smoothing your hair lovingly. If it isn’t for that lost lustful look in his eyes that represent an innocent curiosity, you wouldn’t have awarded his request.

Opening your throat, he slowly guides you further down his length. Haechan’s reactions are ungodly satisfying as he throws his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip in your hair.

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, I’m done messing around.” He manages to chuckle playfully, pulling you off his dick as a string of saliva draws from the disconnect. Pulling you by your hair, he tilts your head upward at him and he leans down to kiss you: open mouth, tongues lapping, spit mixing.

The kiss ignites a flame in your chest being that it’s probably one of the hottest kisses you’ve ever experienced. Haechan’s dominance is caring, yet strong enough to remind you just how rough he has the ability to be.

“Lay on your side.” You do as you’re told as Haechan unravels a condom to slip on. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in your core, you’re finally getting fucked. It’s not the first time you and Haechan have done penetration, but it’s definitely not enough times to satisfy your lust for him.

With your body facing the door, Haechan lays down behind you, a hand on your hip to press your ass against his shaft. “How cute. We’re spooning.” He taunts menacingly and reaching around to rub your swollen clit.

You yelp and Haechan covers your mouth instantly. You’re a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers work magic stimulation down below. Every squirm has you bumping your ass up into his hard on.

Just as his tip enters your wet hole, a knock on the door has you both halting your movements. Your heart is racing at the interruption and it’s not going to look too good with Haechan’s dick barely up your cunt and hand hovering over your clit. There will be no lie that can get you two out of this naked situation.

“Haechan, can I borrow your speaker?” It’s the voice of Jaemin. Of all the times that he actually comes home, you’re midway having sex with Haechan.

It doesn’t seem to bother Haechan though, maybe a bit agitated that someone interrupted the tension, but overall he doesn’t seem phased. Then, you remember all the times you’ve knocked on the other boys’ doors during their hookups and it’s gotten to the point that no one really cares. “For what!?”

“To use in the shower.” A jiggle on the doorknob panics you, but Haechan is lifting your leg in the air and enters you fully without a warning. You bite back a moan as Haechan buries his face into your neck. The initial stretch from his girth stings with pleasure and you relax into him when you adjust to his size. “Why is your door locked?”

“Fuck, is this making you more wet?” Haechan whispers lowly into your ear and a smile grows against your skin.

“Shut up.” You mumble, clenching around him every time Jaemin tries to open the door. He starts moving his hips into you, long thrust that jolt your body every time he enters.

Haechan laughs, “it’s in the bathroom already, leave me alone! I’m with someone.” He’s looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you have on the sheets. You feel all of him, his cock fills you up to the brim, grazing upon your sweet spot.

Jaemin scoffs on the other side, “okay. Use protection, kids.” And his shadow disappears from under the door. Haechan removes his hand and his hot moans fill your ears.

“No wonder why you leave the door fucking open. You want us to see you, don’t you?” His hips ram harder into your pussy, rougher and faster than before. The soreness begins to occupy your lower regions from how much Haechan stretches you. His dirty words aid you closer to your release. “Imagine if I didn’t lock the door and Jaemin saw me balls deep in you. You’d like that, huh? What a slut.”

Your legs feel like jelly as a familiar exhilaration surges through your limbs. “Speechless now, aren’t you?” Haechan smirks and drops your leg. Hands hold you by your waist as he bottoms out, his balls slapping your thigh slightly. Once he’s nestled in deep, he starts rubbing circles on your clit once again and you’re squeezing around him so well that he doesn’t need to move.

The added sensation brings you to your edge, along with the feeling of fullness. Without a fail, he always makes sure he takes care of you first. “I’m gon-- cum.” Words are jumbled in your scattered, empty brain. The release is on the tip of your tongue, the tips of your toes, Haechan’s rhythm on your bud doesn’t falter.

“Cum on my dick, baby. I want to feel you lose control.” His final encouragement leads you to your demise as your pussy clenches around him sporadically and your legs shaking from the pleasure. But it doesn’t stop, Haechan starts fucking you through your orgasm, so fast that it almost has you crying out of the intensity. His nails dig into your skin.

“Oh-- shit! Hyuck, I--” Haechan slams your hips down to match his and you’re holding onto the sheets for your life. The toe curling pleasure overwhelms you and you can’t tell, but you’re cumming again. It just never seems to stop.

With a last grunt and full thrust, you feel his dick pumping inside your walls. He kisses your shoulder tenderly and smooths over the moon crescents he left, “shit. I’m sorry for calling you out like that.”

“It’s fine. It was hot.” He pulls out and an emptiness disappoints you. Turning around to face him, you latch on and give him the biggest hug. “But I really just am forgetful! I don’t leave it open on purpose....”

“Baby, you say that, but do you also forget that you live with five other horny men?” He kisses your temples and sits you both up.

“That’s why I do it when you guys aren’t home.” Getting up, you start putting on Haechan’s shirt and slipping on your panties. “Do you think Jaem is done showering?”

“Probably, that guy uses 2 in 1 shampoo and body wash so he just lathers and rinses.” Haechan ties the condom and tosses it into the trash can. He slips on a pair of fresh briefs and starts removing his soiled bed sheets. “Come back and help me make my bed when you’re done.”

Nodding, you slyly walk out of Haechan’s room. You turn the knob as quietly as you can and shut the door softly. When you spin around, Jaemin walks down the hall with a towel around his naked shoulders and his black hair wet from his shower. His toned body is glistening with droplets as his sweatpants hang low on his hips and the waistband of his underwear peek out.

You’re so distracted by his appearance that you don’t realize he’s caught you leaving Haechan’s room. “Is that Haechan’s shirt?” He quizzes you, a smirk twitching his lips automatically at your doe eyed expression. “And are you not wearing pants, y/n?”

“I see you’re done with your shower.” You say quickly and you dash away to the bathroom. The moment you shut the door, you’re surprised by a random girl on the toilet.

“Sorry!” You both yell, covering your eyes at the sudden intrusion on both ends.

“I didn’t realize there wasn’t a lock on the door.” She says and you turn to face the door to give her some privacy.

“Yeah, it’s been broken for awhile now. We usually just put a sticky note on the door to show that it’s preoccupied.” You don’t even question who she is, denoting that it’s either Jaehyun or Johnny’s lady friend. “I’ll just wait outside.”

“Wait, do you live with Johnny?” She asks and truthfully, you’re not ready to go back outside in any chance that you’ll bump into Jaemin again. The bathroom is where you intended to hide until enough time is passed, while also doing your business.

“Yeah. We’re housemates.”

“Ah, that’s comforting to know that there’s another girl here. I thought it was just a house of guys, so I was a bit worried coming over.” Her voice sounds reassured and you’re exhaling out all the anxious air you had pent up since seeing Jaemin.

“That’s good. Men, am I right?” You try laughing to lighten the mood and surprisingly through the steamy suffocation, she giggles back.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen so many bottles of AXE body spray in one bathroom.” Living in a house full of men, you realize you slightly miss the bathroom talks with your girl friends.

“Look in the tub, there are four bottles of men body wash, yet they always use mine! It’s a hoax.” You announce excitedly, despite still facing the door.

“I have the same one! I fucking knew Johnny smelled like white strawberries and mint, but I couldn’t tell if the scent was from me or him.”

Maybe sometimes, it isn’t so bad living with a group of attractive men. You get to laugh with their hookups in the bathroom! And before you know it, Johnny is knocking on the bathroom door to the fit of giggles and questioning why there are two voices.

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.” He says.

“Damn, the sex was that bad.” You joke and Johnny fakes a laugh through the door.

“Let me know if Haechan is any better, y/n.” You gasp at his statement, but don’t respond. The flushing of the toilet and the sink running being the only noises in the room. You’re stunned. Knowing Jaemin’s big mouth, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“It’s nice meeting you, y/n.” Johnny’s hookup gives you a warming hug before leaving and when she opens the door to join him, you give Johnny the middle finger as your form of response.

“Nice meeting you too!” You yell back to her and shut the door to finally do your business.

Great, now everyone knows you fucked your housemate.

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urie · 2 years ago

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if i am very honest with myself i havent felt The Same about where i live since the summer/fall of 2020. between being tear gassed by my city police and having my local government lie about it and then everything that happened afterwards at the homeless camp, literally the constant threat of helicopters circling (100% a psychological warfare thing) and police surrounding us all the time and what felt like a failure in the end after all of that, idk, i feel hollow walking around my city. i dont like going near where all those things happened and unfortunately they were all kind of very central to the area and close by my house. it just feels weird, strange, different, all the above.

this is very very much a white privilege thing but i truly did not understand what it felt like to genuinely fear the police. i knew to be wary and i knew they couldnt be trusted, i knew all they had done, but i could not fully wrap my mind around it, in many ways i dont think most white people are able to, there is just a genuine mental block there caused by privilege

but for as brief of a time as it was, i did experience police brutality and excessive use of force, for the first time i was able to catch a glimpse of what that was like, and i have not recovered from that

i thought i was going to die up against that fence when they were throwing tear gas at us, there was nowhere to go. i still remember the way the sound of rubber bullets echoed around me and how i couldnt figure out what direction they came from and how helpless that felt. and that happened right in the center of my city and i still had to ride my bike past that spot on my way downtown. every time

and now i have this fear unlocked that i just couldnt have known before and obviously i know philly is not the only place that happened and police are bad everywhere but specifically seeing the ppd uniform just sends jolts through me now. even in totally innocuous settings

i remember one night in the fall i was dressed in such a way that made my identity impossible, whether i was male female white black etc, there was no way of sussing that out especially in the dark

and i remember standing in front of a cop car, thinking absently that they would hesitate to run a young white woman over, that i had an advantage others didnt, and i'd be fine, and i was using my status to put myself in situations that i'd have some protection

but obviously they didnt see me as anything but a person in their way and the fucking pig DID drive forwards anyways and i was so taken aback i fell and someone had to pull me up and drag me out of the way

and i remember that constantly. that being safe was kind of an illusion and as much as i thought i was fine and i wasnt being mentally affected by everything it obviously isnt true

idk this is just a ramble but

the pandemic made home feel weird, then the protests made me feel connected to my fellow philadelphians and a better future, then we got snuffed out and smothered in the end anyway, and everything looks strange and empty again, and what i have now is a helpless feeling, and ptsd

i want to believe 2020 did mean something and it will be a catalyst for a different future but i look around and cant see it and despair for that. i dont feel good about being here. just odd

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princeprince81 · 3 years ago

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Adventure#53: Chicken Pot Cum Drinks

Continuation from last story, we went for our Chicken Pot late lunch after our hot sweaty morning activities. (Which mall you all go find out yourself ba). The plan is after lunch then we come back to bath.

The mall is rather quiet, probably due to covid and also the thunderstorm. Joey is in her black tube (bra less as the tube is rather tight le), with a jacket over it, a pair of old denim shorts from BKK with loose opening and tiny black thongs.

Surprisingly there is a small queue outside chicken pot due to the cold weather. We joined the queue and wait for our turn.

While waiting for our turn, we saw my ex retired boss (chinese in his 60s), with his grandson, queuing slightly behind us.

"Isn't that C?" Joey asked as she recognised him, since she always joined me for the company events previously.

"Ya, he shiok lo. Retired liao and now can relax with grandson." I replied and I waved at him.

"Hello, nice to see u guys around. You all stayed around here too?" C came over to talk to us. "Long queue sia today"

"Ya, we just shifted into this area recently. Why not you join us lo with your grandson. Almost our turn anyway" Joey offered.

C went back to get his grandson and joined us at the table as we got our table, a corner bench table for 4. Me and C on 1 side while Joey and C's grandson on the other.

The first half of the lunch was normal, we were chatting about old times while C grandson ate quietly while watching his ipad (kids nowadays).

Halfway through the lunch, Joey is getting hot as I saw her unzipping her jacket. C who was sitting diagonally opposite Joey obviously saw her glistening cleavage and said "Hot right. This kind of weather eat this the best. Eat liao will sweat out."

Joey nodded gently and continued with her food. I can tell that Joey is being careful so that her jacket will not expose too much of her cleavage and her nipples through her tight tube as she is not wearing bra.

Then suddenly C's grandson ipad slipped from the stand and onto the table. Instinctively Joey stretched out to catch it, but at the same time hit the grandson's bowl. As a result, spilling the food and soup onto the table, and spoon onto the floor.

"See la. How you eat. Tell you don't watch ipad when u eat" C chided his grandson as he reached under to retrieve the spoon. After a long while, trying to reach for the spoon, I also bent over to try help C.

What a view we were seeing. Joey was sitting cross legged (her habit) with her black thongs clearly in view from the loose openings of the short shorts. No wonder C is taking his time. To make things worse, the spoon is right at the corner below Joey and C was squatting under the table reaching out for it, with his face right smack in front of Joey pussy. I am sure he can see glimpse of her pussy and even smell her sweaty and wet pussy which has just been fucked and cummed into.

Finally C emerged from under the table with his face all red. Joey is almost done cleaning up the mess on the table, with the help of the staff. By then, her jacket is already wide opened, cleavage in clear view with nipples clearing showing thru the thin black tube.

"Sorry for the mess. Thanks for cleaning up Joey." C apologised as we continued with the chatting and lunch. Nothing much happening.

"It's a pity here don't serve alcohol, if not we can enjoy better." I commented.

"Ya, I have a bottle of xo in my car. Sometimes bring to restaurant to drink. Still got 3/4 left. If you don't mind we can go your new place for second round." C offered.

Joey and me agreed as we headed over to our new place.

Once at the new place, we proceed with the usual of show flat walk around before settling at the sofa for our XO. By then, C's grandson is tired and fell asleep, so we let him nap on our bed.

Joey and C is seated on each corner of the small 2 seater while I sat on the floor in between them. "Looks like you are doing fine. Got pretty house and wife. That's good." C commented.

"No la, house so so only leh boss. Thanks to your guidance also ma. You more lucky. Can retire early and relax life now. Thanks for the XO also. Quite nice." I replied.

"Then wife leh? Haha." Joey interrupted as she adjusted her legs up onto the sofa and sat crossed legged. She must be getting high. As she was adjusting her position, once again, the tiny black thongs is visible from the loose openings of the shorts.

C eyes lit up as he replied, "Wife confirm good la. Pretty also la. Happy wife happy life ma. Cheers."

Soon we are almost finishing the bottle with C enjoying his views. By then Joey already dozed off on the sofa, with her head leaning against the arm rest, legs curled back towards C, showing the curvature of her round butt and butt cheeks.

C's grandson woke up and walked over as we finished up the last glass. He was standing in front of the sofa where Joey's butt was and tapping C with his sleepy eyes and spoke softly, "Yeye. I am hungry le. Can we go back?"

C bent forward, turned his ears closer towards his grandson's mouth and said, "Sorry boy, yeye cannot hear clearly. What did u say?" Unknowingly by doing so, C also ended up very close to Joey's butt with his nose almost at the opening.

It's pretty obvious that C is also awkward and turned on by it, as I can see a small bulge appearing in his shorts. At this distance and opening, he can definitely see glimpse of Joey's wet pussy and thongs and maybe even the ass hole. He can also smell the musky, sweaty pussy smell after our morning session of packing and fucking at home and also sweating at chicken pot.

What it seems like a short question from the grandson feels like an eternity. "Oh ah... Okok. Ah. Let's go back." C replied as he slowly stood up reluctantly.

"Joey is so tired ah. Haha. It's ok, let her sleep. We make our way first. Thank you for having us." C stood up and left.

I went back to the living and started clearing up. Joey is still well asleep with her position unchanged. What a sexy sight and I felt horny again after the drinking. I sat down next to her and adjusted my position and angle to be as where C was. Indeed I can see her butt and pussy clearly. I took a deep long sniff. Wow the smell is very obvious too. I continue to enjoy the smell and sight as my cock gets harder.

Then I slowly slid one hand in and caress her sexy round butt, also sliding my fingers along her barely covered pussy while stroking my cock with the other.

"Hmm.. Ahhh.." Joey let up a soft moan as she stirred from her sleep.

I slowly removed her shorts, leaving her in just the thongs and then slowly parted her legs. There she is, semi naked at the bottom, on the sofa with her legs wide apart.

As carefully as I could, I slowly ran my tongue along her wet pussy, savouring the salty pussy taste, tongue fucking her at times.

"Ahhh.. Hmm ahhh dirty ahh. Leh. .. Ahh" Joey moaned as she is enjoying with her eyes closed. "Nice.. Hmm..... Hmm.."

Seeing her getting wet enough, I inserted 2 fingers in one swift action as I continued licking her. That got her startled as she sat up.

"Ahh.. No... Ahhh. Its you ah. Scared me." Joey said in relief. "Where is C? Ahh...... Ok... Havent.. Ahh. Bathe leh.. Dirty.. Ahh"

I ignored her question and continue finger fucking and licking her pussy. "Your hubby is drunk and sleeping in the room ahhh. What a hot wife you are. Sexy big butt. Your chee bye taste so nice. So salty. Smells musky. Can smell the pee, sweat, pussy juice and cum smell." I began to role play.

"Noo not here C. Ahh. I haven't bathe.. Ahh.. Not there. This morning sweating. Ahh. No.. Ahhh.. Wet le.. Ahh." Joey joined in the role play as she is already turned on by then.

"You want it too right. Ahh. Wear so shorts and so small piece of thongs, teasing me since at chicken pot already. U horny little girl. What a naughty and dirty chee bye u have.又臭又骚." I stood up and placed my unwashed cock next to her mouth. "Come and let me enjoy too. You deserved this dirty cock too. Come enjoy the taste."

She bent forward and sucked my dirty cock in one go. It feels so wet and warm in her mouth. "Hmm ah.. Smelly. 好臭。好咸。ahhh. Ahhhh." she commented.

"You deserved the taste. Come let me give up more." I took my cock out, turned her over in doggy position on the sofa and fuck her hard. "So wet but still tight. Ahh. Ahh fucking wet u horny girl. You like it right. Getting rammed by my old cock. What a nice wet ass hole u have too. Its nicely lubricated by your juices le. You like it here?" I slowly push one finger into her wet ass hole as I continue to doggy her.

"Noo. Ahh. Not... Ahh. 屁股 dirty. Ahh not the ass.. Ahh. So wet.. Ahhh ahh. Le... So... Easy.. Ahh go in.. Ahh fucking..ahh my ass.. Ahh." Joey moaned out loud as I trying to make up what she is trying to say.

I continue finger fucked her ass while doggy her hard. All we can hear are our moans and piaking sounds. I fasten my pumping and fingering as we reaching climax. I took my cock out and cummed onto her ass, just outside her ass hole as she orgasmed together. She slumbered down with her head resting on the sofa seat with her ass still high up, while I stood there recovering and watch the cum slowly slid down onto her puckering ass hole and fucked pussy. What a sight.

We rested for a few more minutes before bathing together for the day. What a tiring day.

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seongsangi · 4 years ago

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giving you what you want (2)

author’s note: READ PART 1 IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY

pairing: seonghwa x reader x san

summary: you don’t know how things ended up this way, but you can’t resist what’s about to come. seonghwa knows you all too well, giving you everything you could have hoped for.

word count: 3.6k+

warnings/tags: threesome if you couldnt tell HAHA

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“That was hot,” you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turn around and your eyes are wide open, not expecting anyone else to be in the room with you.

"You can't tell me you didn't know I was here."

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You're unable to respond, what the fuck are you supposed to say when he catches you off guard like this? How long has he been here? Was he watching you and Seonghwa the entire time? What the fuck is going on? You can’t control your heartbeat, getting faster and faster it’s almost deafening. Seonghwa uncuffs your hands, freeing them after being bound for so long. You immediately pull the covers over your body, trying to hide yourself from the second set of eyes across the room. You should be angry and humiliated since your sense of privacy was violated, but your body is tingling and it’s not from either of those emotions. Your entire body starts to burn up, not sure where things are headed from here. Seonghwa has his sweatpants on again and walks to the other side of the room. “Surprise,” he says with a smirk plastered on his face, leaning against the desk. Your eyes dart back and forth between the two men, at a complete loss for words.

“I’ve already seen everything, no need to hide.” You clutch the sheets tighter, so confused and so embarrassed you had an audience and didn’t even know about it. So many questions are racing through your mind but you don’t know what to say or where to start. Seonghwa asks if he enjoyed the show.

“I didn’t know she would be that sexy. I almost wanted to touch her when you left the room for a few minutes.” They talk about you like you’re not even there, reveling in the way you sounded so pretty begging to be fucked. You realize he’s been there from the start. You knew you could feel someone watching you, thinking it was Seonghwa but now realizing it wasn’t him at all. “I don’t know what’s going on…” you speak up quietly.

“I think you have a pretty good idea.” He stands up from the chair and walks towards you, his eyes clouded with lust after watching you and Seonghwa fuck like crazy. He reaches for you, but you don’t move away, letting his hand rest on your legs. His touch sends shivers up your spine, even with the sheets still covering your body. You feel like you should pull away, but the way he’s looking at you leaves you unable to move a muscle.

“Seonghwa told me you’ve been thinking about me. Is that true?” he smirks when you bite your lip at his question. You look to Seonghwa, who has his arms crossed over his chest with a smug look on his face. What the fuck is going on?

“N-no, what do you mean?” you stutter, heart beating even faster than before as his hands slowly trail further up your leg. You can’t believe Seonghwa is okay with this, his best friend touching you right in front of him.

“You can’t lie to me princess. You told me everything I needed to know the other day,” Seonghwa responds, sitting down in the chair. “I know you remember.” He pulls out a box from your desk drawer, sliding it across the floor to the foot of bed. You know what it is without even looking at it. Shit shit shit what the hell you can’t believe this is actually happening right now. Seonghwa just pulled out your box of toys, the same one you were rummaging through the other day when he wasn’t home.

Your mind flashes back to how you used your favorite vibrator, getting yourself off to the thought of Seonghwa. You thought about how sexy he looked all dressed up in his suit and tie last week when you went to your friend’s wedding. You thought about him using his tie to restrain your hands, lifting your dress up to fuck you in the bathroom of the wedding hall because you begged him to. You thought about him cumming in you when he was done, leaving your panties a leaking mess. Your mind was going crazy with thoughts of Seonghwa, wanting him to come home soon so you could relive all those memories with him. Suddenly, your mind wanders to someone else. He looked just as good in his attire that day and you weren’t expecting him to catch your eye all night. Even when you were near Seonghwa, you found yourself looking around the wedding hall for a glimpse of San. You recall how absolutely gorgeous he looked sitting there doing nothing. When he pulled off his suit and rolled up his sleeves, you couldn’t keep the thought of his hands around your throat away. You watched him as he got on the dance floor, paying close attention to the way he moved his hips to the music. You imagined the possibility of him doing the same thing to you, rolling his lower body into yours and driving you wild.

You remember how you discarded the vibrator, opting for the dildo in the box to satisfy you instead. You don’t know how you ended up thinking about San, but at that point, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You recall how you’ve hung out with Seonghwa and his friends in the past, noticing San’s lingering gaze on you a few too many times. The smug look he would give you when you caught him watching you always made your heart race a little too fast, not out of fear of being caught by Seonghwa, but out of the thrill of knowing he’s watching you. You remember sliding the toy in you, feeling so full while imagining San fucking you instead of seducing you with his eyes. Seonghwa has never failed to make you feel loved and wanted, but there’s something about San that draws you in and you can’t explain it. You remember moaning San’s name over and over as you fucked yourself with the toy, unable to keep your desires for him at bay. You felt a pang of guilt after your high was over, hoping that this one time would be enough to get him out of your head. You didn’t know Seonghwa was watching you through the cracked door. You let out a whimper, remembering everything and cursing yourself once you realize he was there to witness it all. “Oh fuck, you saw that? I’m so sorry Seonghwa I didn’t-“

“I’m not mad at you baby. Why do you think I called him over here?” you look at San, who’s watching you with those intense eyes like he always does. You’re about to melt under the covers, biting your lip to stop it from quivering.

“We can stop right now and I can forget everything I saw. But I don’t think you really want me to do that, do you?” San knows what he’s doing to you, even if you haven’t said it out loud. His hand slides to your knees, inching the covers off you slowly, watching your face closely to see if there’s any hint of resistance. You’re so confused, Seonghwa’s fiery gaze and San’s hands on your bare skin leaving you disoriented. You don’t know if Seonghwa is testing you right now or if he’s actually serious about this. You never imagined this would be happening, even if you did think about San in that way sometimes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this beforehand, but I think the look on your face is telling us you want to keep going. Why don’t you show him what you did the other day?” Seonghwa says, trying to get you to say or do something.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” San reassures you, not wanting to pressure you if you really aren’t willing. You take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the situation. You’ve been caught red-handed and now you have to face the consequences, but is this even a punishment? You look at Seonghwa again, searching his face for any uncertainty, anything that would make you want to call it off if he isn’t okay with this.

“Don’t look at him, he wanted me here. It’s about what you want, sweetheart.” You look at San again and you can tell he’s ready to pounce if you just give him the go. The thought of having him take you like you fantasized makes you so aroused, getting wet again. He leans closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Do you want me?” Fuck, how can you say no to that? You hum in agreement, but it isn’t enough for them.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Use your words baby.”

You take a deep breath, ready to give in to your desires and let the dice fall where they may. “Yes please, I want you, San.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hold so much meaning. You let the sheets fall slightly, revealing half of your naked body to them again. San has been waiting so long, he doesn’t know if he can hold back. He pushes you on the bed, earning a squeal from you from the sudden force. He’s watched you get yourself off to Seonghwa all night, wishing so badly it was him instead. He straddles your waist, pulling the covers all the way off. He takes a mental image of your perfect body underneath him. This is better than his imagination and he’s eager to hear you moan for him this time. His hands roam your entire body, taking in the way your chest is breathing heavy for him, anxious for his touch.

“I thought I told you to show him something,” Seonghwa speaks up, making San’s hands stop where they are. He nods his head towards the box on the floor and you know he means it. You’ve never actually used the dildo in front of him, let alone in front of San. The idea of both of them watching you play with yourself is enough to get you moving. You lean down, arching your back and poking your ass a little more than normal, knowing they’re watching your every move. You pull out the toy and lay back down on the bed where you can get a good view of both men, spreading your legs open to slide the tip along your wet folds.

“God, you’re so hot,” San watches as you slide it in slowly, the stretch making you gasp. You squeeze your breasts, giving them a slow massage as you move the toy in and out. Keeping your eyes locked on San’s, you pick up your pace a bit, showing him how much he turns you on even if he isn’t touching you. Seonghwa sits back in the chair and watches the scene before him unfold, finding you irresistable as you pleasure yourself in this way. He knew you and San had something going on, even if neither of you were acting on your desires. He can’t deny that he felt a bit of jealousy when he heard you moaning San’s name, but he was ultimately more aroused at the thought of you and him together. He knew that blindfolding you and handcuffing you tonight would blow your mind, but he had something even better up his sleeve.

“Go faster babe,” Seonghwa loves that you can’t say no to him, moving your hand faster on command. He may be on the sidelines, but he’s still calling all the shots. Your moans are louder now, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of the dildo stretching you out.

“Mmm, San, fuck that feels so good,” you whine, making his dick twitch in his pants. He loves the way his name sounds coming from you, and even with Seonghwa in the room, he still manages to make you think about him. His hands find their way to your inner thighs, spreading your legs even wider and touching his thumb to your clit, making your legs jolt at the added pleasure. Everything about this is so hot, San touching you in your most intimate place, you fucking yourself to the thought of him, and Seonghwa watching it all from a distance. A part of you doesn’t feel guilty about your desires for San any more, seeing as how things have fallen into everyone’s favor. When your hand gets tired, you slow down a bit, taking a few seconds to rest.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Seonghwa’s stern voice making you turn your attention to him. You’re about to say something when San quickly moves your hand away, taking control of the toy and of your body. He fucks you fast and hard with it, making you arch your back and let out load moans, unprepared for his rough thrusts. He’s giving it to you better than you could have imagined, and it’s not even his full potential. If he’s fucking you this well with a toy, you can’t even fathom what he’ll actually feel like around you. You grip the sheets beside your head, letting your body fall under his spell. You look at Seonghwa again and you can tell he’s hard, getting excited over you losing your mind when San hasn’t even properly fucked you yet. San suddenly pulls the dildo out, laying down and ravaging your core with his tongue without warning. He’s moving so fast you can’t keep up, tongue lapping at your wetness. You grab the back of your knees, pulling them closer to your chest to keep them open for him. He’s eating you like a starved man, hungry to send tingles up your spine.

“Just like that, oh my god,” you can’t keep quiet, wanting him to know how good he’s making you feel. Your cries motivate him to keep going and you buck your hips into his face when he focuses on your clit. He holds you down, keeping you still as he attacks your core with his skilled tongue. San wants to savor this moment, finally getting the chance to make you cry out for him. He could stay like this forever, continuing to pleasure you until you can’t handle it any more. But he doesn’t think he would stop even if you were begging him to, knowing you can take it. He draws your third orgasm out of you tonight, sending your eyes to the back of your head and making your legs shake. When you try to squirm away, he holds you down even more, wanting to coax another one out of you. You look to Seonghwa for help, but the ultimate betrayal comes when he tells San to keep going.

“No, please wait I can’t,” you sound like you’re about to cry, but neither of them seem to care. They know you have a safe word and you’d use it if you really needed to, but you can’t exactly bring yourself to say it. Deep down, you know you want this and they know it too. You want him to give you a break but you don’t want him to really stop, whining as San doesn’t let up, making you climax again. He pulls away this time, leaving you worn out from two orgasms back to back. “You’re so naughty,” Seonghwa says as he walks towards you, caressing your head softly. You can barely hear him, too lost in the clouds to even notice that San has gotten up to take his shirt off. When you open your eyes again, both Seonghwa and San are shirtless, towering over your weak body and eating you up with their eyes. Seonghwa tells you to get on your knees. You do as he says, eyes darting between the two of them. You don’t know who you want more in this moment, but you sure as hell know you want them both.

You reach your hands out, palming both of them over their sweatpants. They fit so well in your hands, it excites you to think about how they’ll feel in your mouth. You pull San’s pants off first, wanting to taste him for the first time. You slide his rock hard member in at the same time you reach into Seonghwa’s pants, moving your hand slowly. San holds your head, guiding you back and forth on him, sighing at the way your warm mouth feels around him. He can’t tell you how many times he’s thought of this, and you look even better now that you’re faced with two dicks at the same time. You open your mouth wider, taking him in as far as you can. You give Seonghwa a hard squeeze when San hits the back of your throat, moaning when his hand tugs on your hair. Tears well up in your eyes as San begins to fuck your mouth, the sound of you gagging only fueling him more. He pulls away, giving you a chance to catch your breath before you turn to Seonghwa, letting him use you the same way San did. You love every moment of them in your mouth, but you still crave more. You look up at Seonghwa, asking him silently. You don’t even have to say anything, he just knows you that well. He tells San to lay down and tells you to stay where you are.

San lays down behind you as you position yourself in reverse cowgirl, allowing you to finally have San where you want him while still facing Seonghwa. San lines himself up to your core and Seonghwa grabs your chin to face him, gasping as you move your hips lower. “Fuck, so tight,” San lets out a breathy moan, grabbing a handful of your ass as you take him further and further. He’s relishing in the way your walls are gripping him so well, enjoying the view of your backside. Your mouth is left open, but no sound follows, lost in the feeling of San in you. Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you move your hips up and down. You look so pretty like this, taking his best friend’s dick but still focusing on him. He knows this is what you wanted and he made sure to give it to you just the way you like it. San is letting you do the work, loving the sight of you riding him. He spanks your ass a few times, making you squeal and ride him faster. Your hips are moving on their own, motivated by San’s moans and Seonghwa pumping himself, telling you what a good slut you are. You love when he calls you that, it makes you feel so dirty but so sexy at the same time. You know how much of a slut you are for Seonghwa, but with San underneath you, it makes you feel even naughtier.

San grabs your hair suddenly, pulling your back parallel to his chest. You have to catch yourself on the bed, hands holding yourself steady on either side of him as he props his feet up, pushing your legs wide open. The new position has you completely exposed to Seonghwa, who’s watching intently as San grabs your hips and fucks up into you, sending you into a wild frenzy. San rubs your clit so fast it makes you dizzy, his hard thrusts and quick hands making you scream his name. You’ve never been in this position before and it makes you see stars even with your eyes closed. You can’t see Seonghwa, but you know he’s getting off to the way San is abusing your core. You can’t hold yourself up any more and fall to the side, but he isn’t done with you. He gets up to sit on his knees, putting one of your legs on his shoulder and sliding right back in, pounding into you so hard you can’t do anything but let him have his way with you. Your fantasies couldn’t compare to the way he’s fucking you right now.

“You like it when he fucks you?” Seonghwa asks, pumping himself faster.

“I love it when he fucks me,” you mewl, looking him dead in the eyes as you moan San’s name again. You know it turns Seonghwa on to hear you say that. San grabs your face, making you look at him as he rolls his hips into yours, just the way you imagined him doing. He looks so hot, you’re still not sure if this is even real. “You’re so big San, you make me feel so good,” you let him know. “Don’t stop please.” He groans when he hears you say that, how much more tempting can you get? He’s drowning in your seductiveness and loves that look in your eyes, begging him to cum for you.

“Don’t cum in her,” Seonghwa’s voice has a hint of possessiveness, which you find even more attractive given the moment. San pulls out quickly, stepping off the bed and pumping himself. You waste no time in getting on your knees, facing both of them as they’re about to reach their high. “Cum on my face, please,” you plead, sticking your tongue out greedily for both of them. They sigh loudly as they find their release, painting you with their loads. You love the dirty feeling of them making a mess of your body, taking one in your mouth and moving to the other, wanting to taste them both on your tongue. They can’t believe how incredibly sexy you look on your knees for them, face and chest covered in their cum. You swipe a finger across your chest, putting it to your mouth and give them a mischievous smile.

“When are we going to do this again?” You’re insatiable.

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all-hallows-evie · 4 years ago

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Walking Wounded - 2

A/N: I’m not good with chapter titles LOL. Anyway...I have no excuses for why this one is taking so long to freaking update, my brain just wants to work on EVERYTHING but this. So...sorry about that. Hope it was worth the wait!

Warnings: F!Reader (sorry!), No Y/N, ReaderxDin, ReaderxBoba Fett, possible ReaderXFennec (havent decided yet), Canon Typical Violence, LANGUAGE

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The lurch as the ship makes the jump out from hyperspace is what wakes you. It isn't the rough jerk into atmo that you are used to on the Razor Crest, even half asleep you remember holding your breath at every jump that ship attempted. Every jump had pushed your belly into your spine.

This smooth slip from hyperspace into darkness and a field of stars is silent, the lack of shuddering metal is enough to bring your memories flooding back.

The kid.

The Jedi.

The way you had spinelessly left Din when he needed you the most.

You are curled up into a ball on the co-pilot's seat, you didn't even realize you had fallen asleep until now.

The red orange planet on the viewscreen is close enough that you can already feel the heat of the double suns mirroring off the sands on your skin.

“Your weapon still charged?” Boba asks from his seat.

You turn slightly in his direction, catching a glimpse of Fennec Shand sitting behind you. Her hands are busy cleaning a pulse rifle on her lap.

“Always.” You sigh as you stretch your back, it’s not the best night's sleep but it beats the floor of the Crest any day.

“Good. You and Fennec will enter first, leave the one on the throne to me.”

You try not to bristle at the vague way he walks you through your task ahead, you still had no idea where on Tatooine you were even going. You can feel Shand’s gaze on you, like she's waiting for any signs of weakness or trepidation.

Maker what had you been thinking?! This was the dumbest thing your broken heart has ever dragged you into!

The ship breaks atmo near a rocky mountainside, a natural spiked wall of orange and yellow sandstone curls around a collection of cylindrical towers, keeping it hidden from sight from anywhere but above.

Oh fuck.

You close your eyes in realization and let out a small breath, the hiss you mean to be quiet instead echoes in the cockpit.

“Problem, Princess?”

“None.” You reply as you run your tongue over your canines, “Just not quite how I imagined my day starting.”

Fennec grins from her seat, the spark in her eyes dangerous. "It hasn't been under Hutt control for a long time, if that's what you are scared of."

You try to think of a way to answer and not sound like a petulant child. You shake your head as you come up empty, "Nothing worse than the Hutts out here?"

Boba chuckles, "Not yet."

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Getting into the old Hutt palace wasn't a problem, a quick knock on the door and a well placed blaster bolt to the mechanical guard and the front door just slid open. You follow closely beside Fennec as you walk into the cool shade of the palace built in the mountain.

Two Gamorrean guards come to check on the sudden blast of noise only to be taken out with a quick shot from your and Fennec’s rifles.

The halls are silent again for a few more moments before another curious guard comes from the darkness of a staircase. Fennec gets him first, shooting the Rhodian between the chest.

He flails before he goes tumbling down a flight of stairs announcing your arrival to anyone in the throne room below.

"Fett like grand entrances?"

"If everyone thought you were dead, wouldn't you?" Fennec replies with a small smirk, as she pulls her rife close to her body.

The two of you make your way down the sandy steps, brushed somewhat clean from the body that just went tumbling down it only a few moments before.

The remaining grit crunches under your boots as you dip further into the darkness. Halfway up the steps another Gamorrean guard comes barreling up, one quick shot to the chest and he goes flying into a side room of the stairs almost comically.

In the middle of the dark pit ahead you can barely make out a white blob of a being sitting on a curved throne. A Twi'lek girl desperately pulls at her collar and chain as you approach.

Fennec is firing before your eyes have enough time to adjust to the darkness. As you touch down on the ground floor she has already taken out two guards to the right of the pale Twi’lek on the throne. You take out the Weequay to the left before he can steady his shot. The hall echoes with the harsh thuds of bodies as they drop one by one.

Fennec’s next target is the chains of a struggling Twi’lek girl on the floor. She tumbles over herself once she is freed from her chain and looks up to you two, eyes wide and wet with fear before she scurries away and disappears into a dark hall of the throne room.

The taking of the palaces takes moments, not even full minutes and when the only one left standing is the quaking Twi’lek you hear his footsteps slowly coming down the stairs.

You take a breath, eyes never leaving the target as Fett grows closer.

The old Twi’lek gasps at the familiar shadow that approaches from the stairs, “Boba!” He cries out with forced enthusiasm. He rambles on in Huttese, not your strongest language unfortunately, you can barely make out pieces, something about him being dead. Your eyes flicker to the man in question as he approaches the center of the room, coming to stand between you and Fennec, his weapons drawn.

The Twi’lek is barely done talking when the bounty hunter shoots him right in the chest, without a shred of hesitation. You let out the breath you were holding as the room falls silent.

The body has barely slumped over as Boba takes the side steps up to the platform the throne is sitting on, with a quick yank he tosses the deadweight to the floor.

Fennec smiles, a quick twitch of her lips and nothing more, as she motions you to follow her up the same sandy steps to the platform as Boba takes a seat on the throne. She leaves your side only to swipe a bottle of a bright blue drink from a nearby table. She uncorks it with her teeth before she takes a seat to Boba’s right hand. Her rifle held close to her hip.

You stand awkwardly a few feet from the throne, already questioning your place with these two.

Fennec belongs at his right hand. You’ve seen the way they work together, the short trip to Tython flashes through your memories. They are seamless when they fight, perfect complements to each other’s style. Something that you and Din had not been able to master in your short time together. Your mind wanders only to be brought back by Fennec clearing her throat.

Your attention snaps back as she motions over to Boba’s left side, his hand is up and extended towards you. Your eyes dart back to Fennec, panic plastered over your face.

Fennec makes the motion again, a little more stern this time as she points her chin towards his open hand.

You bite your bottom lip and approach, placing your right hand shakily into his once you are close enough.

He sets you down on the arm of the throne, Fennec to his right, you to his left.

Fennec takes a large gulp of the electric blue drink in her hand before she passes it to you, your fingers wrap around the slender neck as you bring it to your lips and down a swig before you think too hard about it.

“The easy part is done.” Fennec purrs.

“The rest of Tatooine will follow.” Boba replies.

“And if they don't?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Without even looking in your direction Boba reaches over to wrap his own hand around the neck of the bottle, easily covering your grip as he pulls the bottle closer.

“Then you get to earn your keep, ad’ika.” He replies.

You are unable to pull your hand away as he tips his helmet up and brings the bottle to his lips. Your heart races and heat rushes to your face.

You aren’t squeamish but it has been so long since you have been a part of anything even this close to intimacy, you try to push away the thoughts of Din but they come swarming into your mind. You would have killed to get this close to the other Mandalorian in the silver armor…

His hand leaves yours before you can make a bigger fool of yourself and you hand the bottle back to Fennec, all feeling leaving your body and you are sure there is a dumb expression on your face by the way Boba chuckles under his breath.

She knocks back another swig of the liquid as she stands and starts to look around at the fallen bodies on the platform, eyes sweeping over the objects on display.

You slide off the side of the throne sheepishly, still feeling completely out of place and instead you busy yourself with whatever is nearby.

"What was your trade?” Boba finally breaks the silence, “Bounty hunter like Djarin?" He removes the dark green helmet from his head and holds it over his knee.

"Nowhere near as good of one, I'm afraid." You sigh as your fingers trace over the knocked over bottles on a small shelf towards the back of the throne.

"She's lying." Fennec calls from the other side of the room, she pulls the lower drawers of a small cabinet open with the tip of her boot as she peeks inside.

Boba grins, "Fennec seems to think otherwise. What are you hiding, little loth cat?"

"Nexu, if what I heard back on Navarro is correct."

Your eyes shift over to the assassin, you try your hardest not to glare.

"Mercenary or assassin then?" Boba grows more and more amused the longer the conversation goes on.

"I only kill when the situation calls for it." You reply.

"Greef Carga used to put you in those situations an awful lot…"

You could swear Fennec’s grin was growing wider with every moment that she makes you increasingly uncomfortable.

"Jobs a job." You turn your gaze to another side of the room, this was becoming tedious and you are done talking about it.

"This wasn't a job," Fennec is suddenly pressed close against you now, your shoulders smashed together painfully, the tip of her finger pokes into the soft underside of your chin, pushing your gaze to meet hers, "This was personal." Her breath fans across your skin, only making your already warm face feel even more hot.

You snatch her hand away from you, "We haven't shared a bed enough for you to be asking such personal questions, Shand." You snarl before you can think it through, a rush of cool air runs across your heated cheeks as she steps away.

"Enough, both of you." Boba chuckles.

You both turn to face Boba, any tension instantly broken by the older man’s call.

"Fennec, check underground, find us any working transports."

She nods and leaves the room without another word, sliding her rifle snug across her back.

You turn to walk away from where Boba is sitting, your eyes scan the nearby door. You tilt your head as you follow the slope of sandstone steps that disappear to one side.

"Kyramud'ika...you go nowhere until I say."

"This palace is huge, we will have more places to clear-"

"I said you go nowhere."

"Then what was the point of inviting me here?"

"To keep an eye on you, in case Djarin wants you back."

"He had his chance," You snort back in Boba’s general direction in an attempt to push away any of those soppy wet feelings that still linger in your belly, "I was just body heat for cold nights."

Boba makes a sound that is half a soft sigh and half a sarcastic chuckle. "Out with it then, kyra'ika, what's Fennec going on about? What were you doing with the guild?"

You bite your bottom lip, scraping your teeth across the skin of your lip in annoyance, "Does it matter?"

"I won't send you to do things you can't handle."

"Can you let me be the judge of that?"

"No." He replies, "See this throne? This throne says what I say goes, and I say no."

Fuck. You have only met three Mandalorians at this point in your life, and you were starting to think this level of stubbornness is bred into them. "Yes then, I'm considered an assassin for the guild."

"No questions asked?"

"No." You reply, "I only kill one type of garbage."

He is silent, his gaze studies every flinch of your features.

"Snatchers." You reply with a shaky breath, "I only hunt those monsters who steal you away."

Boba is silent, his dark eyes boring into yours, “You were sold-”

“For parts.” You reply, “I wasn't young enough to be a plaything for the elite, so I nearly became spare parts. Until a Mandalorian accidentally took out the facility I was being housed in."

"Djarin?"

You shake your head, "No, another. I've felt in debt to the covert since then."

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Kyramud'ika - Little assassin

Kyra'ika - Same, but shortened

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sablesides-writing-corner · 5 years ago

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Mulan and Loceit!

Sorry if it's not what you expected, havent seen any Mulan movie since I was little so I dont remember much about it ;-;

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Logan was quite content with his life, and he was rather smart for someone of his social status. But of course there was only one thing anyone ever seemed to want from him, a husband. He'd just never seen the point in love, or feelings in general for that matter, it all seemed pointless. Yet there he was, getting ready to see if he could ever land the husband his family so desperately wished he would. Make-up itched, and clothing to, everything itched and he hated it. He hated these pointless rituals and matchmaking, hated love, hated feelings. But he sat and smiled, because that's what a good son does, sits and smiles and gets a spouse to carry on his family's legacy. His grandmother had given him a cricket, he never understood how that was going to help him, it was highly unlikely that such superstitions were actually true.

But Logan found himself hoping his grandmother was correct in her assumptions as he walked to the matchmakers house. He hoped he wasnt sweating, makeup ran when in contact with liquids, he thought about how stupid makeup was again.

He wasnt sure when he'd been called, he barely remembered it, but next thing he knew he was sitting on the floor, pouring tea for matchmaker and pretending to have a genuine smile. He didnt have to pretend for much longer, the tea stains on the matchmakers face made her look almost as if she had a beard. She reached for the teacup, and Logan noticed the cricket his grandmother had given him poking its head out from the cup.

"Let me refill that for you-" he said, taking the cup quickly and trying to stall for time. The matchmaker eyed him suspiciously. Logan felt beads of sweat on his forehead and began to panic. This was a bad course of action.

Next thing he knew, or at least wish he knew, the matchmaker was on fire and screaming at him to get out.

"YOU WILL NEVER FIND A HUSBAND, YOU WILL BRING ONLY DISHONOR TO YOUR FAMILY!" the words cut through Logan like a knife. He didnt care about finding a husband, or feelings, or love. But he did care about family, and the disappointed looks from his own haunted him.

It seemed like the day couldnt get worse. Yet somehow, it did. Logan's mother was told she would be sent off to war, and there was nothing Logan could do to stop it. He'd stayed up for hours thinking and devising plans, watching his reflection in the pond, wondering what he'd done to become such a terrible son, when he came to a realization. He walked to the wardrobe his parents had always told him to stay away from, that it was for his mother only, he shouldnt touch it. But when he opened the wardrobe and took out the armor inside, he couldnt see why. Perhaps they thought him to fragile for war, but he disagreed. As he put on the armor and took the sword his mother used to show him when he was little, he felt stronger, smarter, even. He hadnt thought it possible for him to get any smarter than he already was, he suprised himself every day now it seemed. He raced to the stables and found his personal favorite horse, a tan palomino.

"You think you can handle a journey like this? It'll be a while before we can get back," Logan didnt know why he talked to the horse, it was such a stupid thing to do, but it seemed to understand him, he could have sworn he saw it nod. No matter the reaction, he climbed onto the horse's back and set off for the army, completely uncertain of whether or not he would return.

About half way through his journey, as Logan slept one night, he heard something moving in the field. He blinked his eyes open and looked up to see the shadow of a dragon on some stone. "What the-"

"GREETINGS MORTAL- IT IS I- REMUS!" said the dragon. Logan looked around, and noticed a small green dragon with brown lines on its nose nearby, the cricket was holding a torch toward it. "IM HERE TO TELL YOU TO-" the dragon seemed to notice Logan staring at him, "Oh-"

"You're here to help me." said Logan, who quite frankly was not expecting much from the dragon.

"I know more about this than you do, violence is my thing," said Remus the dragon, who was small and nonthreatening.

"I'm sure you do," said Logan sarcastically, but he decided to e

accept the dragon's help anyways, he supposed a talking dragon for company was better than no company at all.

He hadn't expected this to be an easy feat, not remotely, but the addition of General Deceit was something he absolutely couldnt wrap his head around. The general had scars all along one side of his face, he almost looked like he had scales. The rest of the army found him intimidating, Logan found his pushing frankly annoying.

Logan would make one mistake and hear "I've seen better from a servant," behind him. It was, to be frank, a drag. Remus tried to help him several times, but that only seemed to get him into more trouble.

"Alright, I think I've seen enough from you," Deceit's eyes were cold and unforgiving as they bore into Logan's own, he'd never been scared of the general, but this particular instance was an outlier. "Your time in this army is done, I expect your things and you to be gone by morning, Logic," the name had been used on a whim, Logan frankly didnt understand how anyone bought it, but that wasnt his place to say. He watched as Deceit stormed off to watch the other recruits, and he made a decision. He was going to practice until Deceit had no choice but to let him stay.

It worked like a charm, Logan would never forget the look on Deceit's face as he gaped at Logan, sitting atop the log that so many others had desperately tried to scale the previous day. He took great pleasure in Deceit's revocation of his previous command. But this was a war, he had to remember that.

It hadnt really felt like a war, hed been having so much fun talking with the other recruits, and been so caught up in hiding his identity that he had almost forgotten. Which was why when they came upon the decimated remains of another village, Logan didnt know how to cope. They were overtaken soon after, and amid the confusion Logan had managed to screw something up that he couldnt repair.

"What, exactly, is this?" Deceit had his hand wrapped around Logan's arm, despite the opposing armies supposed defeat, Logan had made a grave mistake. He had forgotten all about the markings he'd left on his arm the day of his matchmaking, he'd hoped they would have come off by now, he wished they had. "So you're not even a soldier, then?" said Deceit, the hiss in his voice clearly audible. Logan tried to sputter out a response, but to no avail. He was left there, in the cold, as the rest of the army fled back home. Remus tried to console him, but it was no use. He'd failed to gain honor in any situation, he wasnt a good husband, he wasnt a good soldier, and he wasnt a good scholar. He wasnt good enough at anything.

Logan's horse whinnied, he turned around to see his enemies rising out from where he'd thought they'd disappeared. Frantically, he got back on his horse, Remus latched onto his shoulder, and fled back home, hoping to warn Deceit before it was to late.

The journey seemed endless, but finally, Logan made it. He searched the crowds and streets for Deceit, catching a glimpse of his yellow eyes withing a parade.

"Deceit!" he rode up beside him, the man ignored him. "Deceit, the armies didnt die back at the mountains, we're all in danger! You have to listen to me!"

Deceit turned to face him "I dont take orders from a low-class man who couldnt even land a husband, you are not a leader, and you are not a soldier, stay in your own line." he growled. Logan glared and lead his horse away.

"How dare he! Well if he doesnt want to listen then we can just watch everyone die from out here!" said Remus angrily. Logan ignored him, he was to busy trying to formulate a plan so his idea wouldnt come to fruition. He finally landed on something, but it still required Deceit's help.

By the time he'd returned to the palace however, enemy forces had already arrived. He enlisted the help of some of his army friends as a distraction and ran off to find Deceit.

"Do you believe me now!" he said, halfway sarcastically. Deceit through him a sword and rolled his eyes. Together they fought through the army. Logan had never really noticed it before, but Deceit's intimidating demeanor was actually very pleasing to him, and he fought quite well for someone with so many injuries so close to his eye.

Logan hadnt expected any rewards, he'd expected a reprimand, punishment, maybe even death for what he'd done. Yet as he faced the crowds of people cheering for him, he felt happier than he ever had in his life, he watched Remus giving him a thumbs up, watched his parents beaming up at him from the audience, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to face Deceit once again. The man rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "You uh, fight, well, for someone-"

"So nerdy?" Logan finished his sentence for him. Deceit flushed and Logan laughed. He said his goodbyes and headed back home.

He'd fully expected there to be no more suprises in his life, fore everything to go back to normal as soon as he put everything back in place. He should've known better, his life had been nothing but surprises recently, but at least this surprise was a pleasant one. Deceit's smiling face was a sight Logan had only ever dreamed of seeing again, and his words were something that caused even more joy.

"I'm in love with you, Logan, I dont know how or why, but its true," Deceit had told him. And Logan had smiled, hed felt it to, he'd never known what the word meant before, hed always thought of himself as a glitch in that particular system, yet here he was. Young, clever, and in love,and what a set of things to be indeed, he wouldnt change any of it for the world.

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hereforlukescruff · 6 years ago

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so its thursday. not drunk this time. feeling pretty shit today so lets work off that and do something softish. so you're a uni student and you're dating Luke. life is tough as fuck with finals and mid terms and you study A LOT and Luke is a really understanding boyfriend who gives you neck rubs and only distracts you when he knows you can take it ;) you've had a really tough week with SO MANY projects that you have barely been sleeping and Luke really wants to pamper you but doesn't want 1/?

to make it worse by distracting you so he just rolls with it. finally on Friday night you turn in your last essay and trudge up stairs only to find Luke has a bubble bath ready for you. he tells you how proud he is of you for doing you studies so well and helps undress you. you get into the tub and he does too, he sits behind you with you between his legs, back against his chest with his arms around you as he kisses your shoulder and your neck and your jaw and pampers you with love 2/?

SO MUCH Praise about how smart you are and it makes you laugh. his arms are wrapped around your waist but one hand slips down and begins to rub at you as you lean back into his touch and just enjoy it, eyes closing and relaxing for the first time in ages. he kisses your shoulder and murmurs “i love you” while working you up to your high, he makes you cum like that and it’s super soft and loving. he waits for you to be done with the bath and then helps you out of it, drying you off and taking 3/?

you to the bedroom where he lays down with you and kisses you. you know he’s being patient as fuck because you havent had a good fuck session all week cuz you’ve been studying and he’s been hard since the bath. you move to blow him and he stops you, telling you tonight is about you and making you relax. he pampers you with kisses and rubs at your skin and makes you relaxed while you tangle your fingers in his hair and enjoy it. its slow and passionate and UMF this guy is so in love with you 4/4

2.6k words of something under the cut idk im sorry

Luke knew when he could and couldn’t distract you from you’re studies, when you’d actually be open and responsive to it and this week wasn’t one of them. Finals were rolling around which meant that all your projects and papers were due before the exams, suffice it to say that you were stressed. There were just too many things to do and you felt like you were failing at all of them. Half of the papers probably made no sense but you turned them in anyways and you hoped to god that you could at least get partial credit for your psychology project. You had spent hours on it and you weren’t even sure that you did it correctly.

Too many times this week had Luke woken up at 4am only to find you bent over your desk, scribbling messy notes in a rush before your class. Tonight was no different when he went downstairs and saw you sitting at the kitchen table, half of a sandwich that he made you hours ago pushed to the side with an abandoned cold cup of tea next to it. His heart ached when he caught a glimpse of your face, red rimmed eyes indicating that you had shed a few tears over some assignment. You just looked exhausted.

Slowly coming up behind you, he rests his hands on your shoulders as he lays a kiss on the top of your head. You were so focused you didn’t even know he had woken up, tensing up at the unfamiliar touch until you realized it was just Luke. Tilting your head up, you catch his eyes as he bends down to give you another kiss, this time to your forehead. He stays like that as you raise your hand up, your palm against his cheek to hold him in place.

“Sorry, did I wake you? Go back to sleep, baby.” your voice soft as you didn’t want to disrupt the quiet, no reason for him to lose much needed sleep over your schoolwork. Beginning to massage the knots in your back, he says “No, just wanted to check up on you. Help you relax a bit.” The feeling of his hands makes your head fall into your arms that were resting on the table, you had lost count of how many hours you’d been hunched over but your back surely didn’t.

Papers were scattered all around you, notebooks from different classes all pulled out as you jump from subject to subject. Luke itches to do something, anything, to make this better as he feels useless seeing you like this with nothing to do to help. Every time he leaves to or comes home from the studio, he expects to find you asleep for at least a nap, but each time you’re wide awake, still sitting in the same spot at the table. He’s not quite sure when the last time you got a full night’s sleep was.

“What are you working on right now?” he asks, trying to make sense of your papers cause to him it all looks like gibberish. Raising the flashcards in your hand to show him what you’re doing, you tell him “Just testing myself on some definitions from my psych class.” with a shrug of your shoulders. At that, Luke moves and makes his way to the chair across from you as he sits down. Reaching over to you, he grabs the flashcards out of your hand. “Hey! What are you-”

Looking at the first one, he reads “What are the differences in beliefs of the Nativists and Constructivists in language acquisition?” Your heart fills with adoration for the man in front of you as he flicks through your notecards. Him waking up to check on you already had you feeling so loved and now here he was helping you with your work, your heart could’ve burst.

Seeing his eyebrows scrunch together as he goes through your work, he mutters to himself “Shit, what are you even studying?” You giggle at his comments cause, hell, at this point even you didn’t know. “So what’s the answer?” Thinking back on the question, you say uncertainly “Nativists believe that children have innate linguistic knowledge, that language isn’t learned, while constructivists believe children learn from exposure…..right?” your head tilted as you answer, trying to remember if it’s correct. “Yeah, it’s right. You’re so fucking smart, baby.” Your cheeks heat at the compliment, not used to the praise.

Sitting like that studying continued for a few more hours until Luke made you call it a night. “Finish in the morning, sweetheart. You’re exhausted right now, nothing’s gonna stick.” Reluctantly you agreed since the last half hour of your session was mostly just Luke calling your name to wake you from your unintentional dozing. Going up the stairs hand in hand, you relish the feeling of the mattress against your body. As Luke climbs in next to you and pulls you close against his chest, you didn’t need more than a minute until you’re in deep sleep. With one of Luke’s hands running through your hair, the exhaustion settles in quick as you feel a soft kiss press against your head.

“I’m done!” rings through the house as Luke hears the door shut. Walking into the living room, he catches sight of you dropping your backpack before you run towards him, catching you in his arms easily. He twirls you in a circle as you tell him about how you actually think you did well on your finals, that maybe not all hope was lost for you. “’Course you did well, you’re the smartest woman I know, darling.” You giggle as Luke nuzzles his face into your neck, tickling you with his scruff. All the stress of the last few weeks falling away with every moment you spend with him.

Putting you back on your feet, Luke reaches a hand out as he says “Come on, follow me.” He leads you up the stairs to your shared bedroom where he gives you a kiss and tells you to undress as he runs a bath. When he turns to walk towards the bathroom, you pull him back to you and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face down to your level. You attach your lips to his in a soft kiss before he disconnects and stares at you. “I love you,” falling off your lips easily.

He’d been so patient with you that you just wanna show him how much it all means. Making his way back into the bathroom to turn the water on, you hear him throw an ‘I love you too’ over his shoulder. You shake your head to yourself, laughing softly at his response while you undress to nothing, getting ready for the bath. Just imaging the feeling of hot water against your skin almost has you moaning, your body so tired from the lack of sleep and uncomfortable positions you forced it into as you studied.

You enter the bathroom when Luke turns to tell you something, his breathe catching in his throat at the sight of you naked. It had been a few weeks since you guys had done anything and he almost forgot just how stunning you really were. “Why aren’t you naked?” you tell him, a sly smile on your face as you do so. “Are you sexualizing me?” Luke rebuts jokingly as his hands go to the front of his shirt to undo the buttons. Helping him get the rest of his clothes of quickly, all you say is “Yup.” with a smirk on your face.

With the water at the perfect temperature, you slowly sink down and adjust yourself. Luke pushes you forward so that he could get in before grabbing your waist and flushing your back to his chest. You both sit in there silently for a little while, your head laying on his shoulder, just relaxing. “This week was absolute hell, thank god it’s over” you say out loud, filling the silence “and thank you for helping me, baby.” His lips begin to ghost over your neck, “Don’t thank me, my love, it was all you. You’re brilliant.”

Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulder as he continues to tell you how proud he is, “What are you proud of? I just took some tests, it’s not like I did something magical.” The tone of your voice allowing him to hear your insecurities, insecurities that he knew were bullshit. At that, Luke blows a raspberry into your neck causing you to squirm away from him in a burst of laughter.

“Oh my god, stop, no, I’m ticklish. What are you doing?” the smile wide on your face. “Anytime you say something that’s not true, I’m gonna tickle you.” he states knowing you’d do anything to not let that happen. “And when did we agree on this rule?” you tell him, your voice incredulous. “Right now.”

As you open your mouth to disagree with him, he blows into your neck again before you get any words out. You try to push his face away through your laughter but he’s stuck onto you not letting go. But slowly, the air against your neck turns into kisses against your shoulder while your laughter turns to short breathes and low moans.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time for sex and because of that, just a few kisses on your neck and collarbone have you moving against Luke’s chest. You feel one of his hands creep in between your legs, spreading them gently as his thumb reaches your clit. “Fuck” tumbling from you mouth as his fingers circles your clit and his mouth continues to leave marks on your neck. You reach the edge so quickly when Luke whispers into your ear “Cum for me, baby.” Moans echoing in the bathroom as you let go for him.

Your body relaxes against his chest as you have your first orgasm in weeks, school taking over every part of your life that you didn’t even have time to release the tension. Luke moves you so he could get out of the tub and grab towels for the both of you. Quickly wrapping you up and drying you off, he gives you a peck on the nose before putting a hand underneath your knees and gathering you in his arms. He drops you on the bed as the towel falls to your feet, leaving you in nothing.

The sight of you still damp from the bath and naked on your bed almost has Luke cumming then and there. You can see how hard he is as you sit up on your knees. As he comes close to you, you move to grab his cock before he stops you, “What are you doing?” he asks you with a furrow in his eyebrows. “Just wanna help you out a little.” you answer as you try to grip his cock in your fist again. His hand catches yours and pushes you away from him, “It’s all about you today, don’t worry bout me.” His words cause your body to heat up, unprepared for whatever he had planned.

“Lie back down against the pillows and spread your legs.” You followed the order quickly, falling against the bed as you opened yourself up for him. His stare had you feeling like you were on fire. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” he tells you as his own hands go to his cock, stroking it up and down before letting go and kneeling in front of the bed. With both his hands on your calves, he pulls you towards him so that you’re spread out in front of his face. You feel his warm breathe on your clit as his hands move up to your thighs, keeping them open. “Missed your pussy, baby. Been so long since I’ve tasted you.”

Your hips dig into the mattress as you look for any sort of friction, all the teasing leaving you in need for immediate relief. Finally, Luke starts kissing on your thighs, slowly making his way to your pussy. When he gets to your center, he licks one long swipe between your folds with a loud “Oh my god” coming out of your mouth. Because of your reaction, Luke doesn’t let up, his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit as your hands tangle in his curls. You press his face against you as he continues eating you out, alternating between sucking on your clit and moving his tongue in between your folds.

He notices your hands curling into the sheets as you start squeezing your thighs around him, a sign that you were about to cum. A few more licks at your clit and you’re cumming as you writhe underneath him, desperate to catch your breath. Thinking that he’d pull away after your orgasm, you jerk when you feel his mouth on your pussy again. “Please, please, stop, I ca- oh fuck” is all you can say when he slides a finger inside you, not waiting long before a second joins it. The feeling of his tongue coupled with the fullness of his fingers has you going over the edge for the third time.

You push his head away, not knowing what he would do as you try to regain control of your body from it’s shaking. Opening your eyes, you see Luke moving onto the bed in between your knees, “Can you take my cock, baby?” he asks. Still sensitive but your need for him so strong that you nodded your head to his question, wanting him to fill you up.

With no warning, Luke sinks into you in one thrust as your back arches off the bed, “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” His hands wander up to your breasts as he fucks you, fingers tugging and rolling your nipples, the combined sensation having you cry out. He keeps a hand at your breast while the other taps at your mouth, ordering you open. “Suck them,” he tells you when two of his fingers go past your lips. You swirl your tongue around them and suck on them like they were his cock, his moans matching yours. After they’re wet enough for him, his hand wanders back to your clit, rubbing it against his fingers as his cock slams in and out of you.

Your hands grasp on to his shoulders as Luke moves the hand at your breast to around your back to pull you up to him, practically riding him. Bouncing up and down on his cock, you feel the grip on your hips get tight, knowing you’ll find marks in the morning. Once again, your orgasm starts to build up when Luke pushes you back down on the bed, a hand at your throat as he fucks into you so deep. “Oh shit, Luke, I’m so close.” A few more thrusts and you feel yourself lose control as you come undone, only seeing white behind your eyelids. Luke’s thrusts grow sloppy until he hits it one more time and follows you over the edge.

Lying side by side, you’re both trying to catch your breath after the fuck. Luke recovers enough for him to get up and grab something to clean you both off before he throws it back in the bathroom and climbs into bed. His arms wrap around your waist as you cuddle into him, your forehead resting against his heart, when he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and whispers “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

#this is 2.6k what the ever loving fuck #idk what i did #dana you really just fuck me up huh #i snuck in a 'my love' know that i know luke actually uses it #catch me SOBBING #fuck this was something #jkljsklafjsadkl hope its good #the flashcards are my actual work that im not studying for my midterm in a week whoops #lh concepts #luke hemmings #lh #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings blurb #my writing #softforcal

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panda-noosh · 6 years ago

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Ohmigodtheyreopendidimakeit??. I'd like to request something with Kolivan, if that's okay with you. Maybe a royal from some planet enslaved by Galra was saved by Marmoras and hidden on Earth to ensure their safety. Years later the royal reunites with the ressistance leader as a partner of Voltron and to everyone's surprise, they've been lovers this whole time yearning to meet again? Idk i'll take literally anything Kolivan bc i love my baby just as much as i love ur writing ;u;

The people from Earth had arrived.

Kolivan hollowed out his cheeks, running his fingers along his braid. It had been two weeks. Two weeks of Earthlings coming in and out of the ship, none of them you, but all of them having a potential he couldn’t ignore. His mind was elsewhere, though, even as he recruited them and sent them on their way to whatever area of expertise he thought them worthy to work in.

He was preparing himself for yet another wave of disappointment, as sad as it was for him to admit it. Two weeks of looking for your face amongst the new recruits was beginning to ebb away at him, leaving him feeling hollow. He wanted to believe you had made it, that his efforts of hiding you on Earth hadn’t gone to waste - but the longer this recruitment process dragged on, the more he was beginning to doubt his own tactics.

“Everything okay, big guy?”

It was Lance, appearing at Kolivan’s side with a flask of hot chocolate offered forward. Kolivan tried his hand at a smile, reached around and grabbed the flask from the young Paladin, before his expression wavered and he was back to frowning at the door in which the new recruits would soon be bustling in from.

Lance seated himself beside him, sipping at his own paper cup of hot chocolate. Kolivan actually wasn’t a big fan of hot chocolate, but he humoured the Paladin anyway by keeping the steaming flask in his hand.

“You’ve been awfully distant lately,” said Lance. “I know you’re into the whole being mysterious thing, but we haven’t seen you in a while. You know you can tell us if something is bothering you, right?”

Kolivan was grateful for it, even if he struggled to show it. He had spent the majority of his life trusting only the Blade, the people he had trained, the people he would lay his life down for; the fact that Team Voltron had now taken such a swift liking to him surprisingly warmed his heart, no matter how cold he may seem from time to time.

“I think I hear the new recruits coming,” Lance spoke up suddenly, startling Kolivan out of his stupor. His head shot up, mouth opening just slightly before - sure enough - the doors in front of him burst open and Slav came bustling in, leading a new group of recruits into the meeting hall.

Kolivan stood up as Shiro and the other Paladins emerged from the back room, ready to greet the nervous looking people who had just arrived. Kolivan couldn’t help the surge of hope that immediately ran through his system, his yellow eyes training on the group in any attempt to catch a glimpse of you standing amongst them; you wouldn’t be difficult to spot, and Kolivan knew that. He would recognise you from a mile away, plus the fact that you were a royal. You weren’t exactly very subtle in a crowd, not with the way you carried yourself.

He nibbled on his bottom lip. Shiro was talking, but he couldn’t hear him. The crowd was murmuring, and he was certain that one of the recruits had asked about the Blade, but their question was answered by Keith, who quickly noted Kolivan’s distant expression and stepped forward to take the lead.

You weren’t there. You weren’t there. Yet again, another group of recruits had come buzzing through, and you were nowhere in sight. Kolivan’s heart fell into his stomach. He cursed the world, cursed himself for falling in love with someone like you - from the moment he had left you on earth, for your own protection, he should have known he would never see you again. He should have known-

“Oh god, sorry! Sorry!”

The noise did not come from the crowd.

Kolivan whirled around, the blood howling in his ears, because there you were. You had stumbled in from the back room, the very same room in which Shiro and the other Paladins had just emerged from; how had you even gotten in there in the first place?

Shiro rolled his eyes. “I thought I told you to be on time.”

“I’m sorry,” you hissed, trying desperately to straighten out the golden jacket you were wearing. In your hand was a large number of clipboards, all of which seemed to be sliding from your grip with every passing moment. “Have we chosen the new recruits yet?”

Kolivan could have been kicked directly in the back of the head at that moment, and he most likely wouldn’t have felt it.

He hadn’t been away from Voltron for that long. It had been a week, maybe two of his isolation - where had you come from? How had he not seen you, even heard of your arrival?

You hadn’t spotted him yet, considering Kolivan had taken comfort in the shadows. You were much too busy struggling with the clipboards perched on your hip, barely looking up when you waved your hand in Shiro’s direction, telling him to continue on with the speech he was making previously.

Shiro coughed awkwardly, turned back to the crowd and started talking. Kolivan wanted to listen, but then you were looking up and your eyes met his and suddenly there was no crowd. There was no speech being made, no important business to be dealt with.

It was just you and him all over again, and his heart was beating at a million miles per hour and he was saying a silent prayer to gods he didn’t even believe in because you were there, in front of him, after so many years of him struggling to communicate with you.

It was one step. That was all it took for him to shove past Lance and scoop you up into his massive arms. Immediately you buried your head in the crook of his neck, and Kolivan could feel the damp of your tears against his flesh, but he paid it no attention. The only thing he could really concentrate on was the feel of your arms around his neck and the way you felt so light in his arms.

The Paladins and the crowd had long since gone silent, watching the spectacle unfold in confusion.

“You two know each other?” Lance perked up.

You buried your head deeper into the crook of Kolivan’s neck.

“Very well,” Kolivan mumbled. He didn’t know if the Paladins could hear his reply, didn’t really care.

That was when you pulled away and pressed your lips to his own at long last. It was the moment he had been waiting for, but the moment he had been too afraid to initiate in the beginning - it had been years, after all. Years since he had held you like this, years since he had kissed you and made you feel important. Your feelings were bound to have shifted, no matter how much you hugged him now.

“Why aren’t you on earth?” Kolivan whispered against your flesh. “You were safe on earth. I needed you to stay safe...”

“I couldn’t leave you,” you replied. “I stayed for a few years, Kolivan, I really did, but the thought of you putting yourself into danger every single day, not knowing what you were doing or how you were - I couldn’t do it. I had to find you.”

Kolivan squeezed his eyes shut, squeezed you that little bit tighter. Oh, how he wanted to argue, how he wanted to call you stupid and irresponsible for even thinking of following him into the war that could end everything.

But Kolivan had learned to put himself in other peoples shoes. He imagined himself on earth, you in space fighting off things that had the intentions of pure evil; he would have done the exact same thing. He wouldn’t have even thought twice.

And maybe that’s why he pressed you a little tighter into his body, nuzzled his head a little deeper into your collar bone, whispered “I love you,” a little more fiercely - because you were here now, and Kolivan was realising now that he wasn’t ready to let you go again.

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yanjunmyworld · 6 years ago

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When This Story Ends

Pairing: Yanjun x OC

Gif: linyanjun8

Genre: fluff, supernatural

A/N: i was inspired after watching the 2018 little mermaid movie. Its such a good new take on the story if you havent seen it you should check it out! I hope you like this story! Dont forget to leave some feedback ^^.

The bustling crowds paraded through the old market of Tianzifang, looking for whatever unique presents they could take home to their lovers and families. Little did anyone know that down one of the alleyways laid hidden the famous Iqyi dance studio. Famous for its rigourous training and producing only the most dedicated of dancers. The class consisted oh 9 boys and 2 girls; which is where we find our lead male.

The harsh beats pounded through the speakers, as the young taiwanese boy practiced last weeks choreography. Yanjun always made sure to arrive atleast 20 minutes early to recap every piece they learnt. He worked hard to get into this academy and wasn't going to waste a single second of it. He always knew he wanted to perform and share his passion with the world. To hopefully inspire others to follow their dreams like him someday and this was going to be his first stepping stone. Despite this being the main reason for his early arrival, there was another situation which also made his early practices seem the best possible solution. Y/N was the only other person to always be early to class. She was the object of his desires. He loved to watch as her body so effortlessly and gracefully balanced out the moves she was performing. How she would get the cutest of smiles whilst dancing, revealing her two faint hidden dimples. Y/N and yanjun had always had a good chemistry together. They were always eachothers partners and constantly flirting with bad pick up lines. So much so, that the others always tried to set up ways to make them kiss or something to move their relationship along. However for the past 6 months no matter how much they flirted, she would always denie his request for a date and have a different excuse prepared. This frustrated the young male. He has always been a smooth talker and never void of a womans attention but no one compared to her. She was his perfect match and he would do anything to try and make her see just how much he cared for her.

One day, another class mate Zhengting suggested he follow the girl after class to see where she goes. That way he wouldn't have to listen to Yanjuns conspiracy theories anymore. So thats exactly what he did. He followed her to Shanghai rail station onto the express train for Jinshan. He stood in the carriage next to hers leaving just enough space for him to see her and still be hidden. To conceal his identity even more he put on a black snap back and face mask. As he adjusted the brace straps and smoothed down his white shirt. He watched as she smiled looking down at her phone, her bright sparkling doe eyes lighting up as she tries to follow along to the choreography shes watching. Cute he thinks. He recalled her mentioning something about living in Jinshan, when it dawned on him that she was most likely going home. Great. Now I'm gonna look like those weird creepy stalkers thanks to Zhengting. if she catches me, I'm done for. He thought.

50 minutes later they arrived at the small seaside town. Various market stalls lined up against the seashore, selling a variety of meat and fish as well as grills to cook them on. The town wasn't particularly busy, most likely due to the autumn weather settling in.

He followed her down the sandy beach as she gazed at the rippling turquoise water. Her lighting up,exactlt the same as when she was dancing. As he followed her, he noticed them arriving at a smaller more secluded part of the beach, with a small alcove to the side. He watched as she dug up a small seashell box and placed her phone, money and travel card inside; before re-burying it. What a strange thing to do. He thought. However things kept getting stranger. He noticed the female starting to strip off her clothes which brought a light pink blush to his face. No matter how much his brain was telling him to look, he adverted his eyes out of the respect he had for her. It was only once he heard a splash that he looked back to find her gone. He couldnt even see any ripples in the water. How could she just dissappear. That's when his thoughts kicked into overdrive. His first instinct was that she was drowning and so he quickly stripped off and rushed into the water to look for her. Once again finding no sign of life anywhere. That was until he heard a faint melodical voice and a light splashing. He started to walk as quietly as he could further into the ocean not caring that the water was now up to his hips.

Thats when he saw it. A aquamarine tail gently bobbing up and down against the current; as a young girl perched her elbows up on a rock. The more he stared the more he knew he recgonised that small face and bright brown eyes all too well. It was Y/N but with a tail. The young taiwanese male rubbed his eyes causing them to sting slightly from the sea water to make sure he wasnt seeing things. His mind couldn't comprehend what he was seeing to be true. Mermaids aren't real. He thought. He watched as she sorrowfully sang to herself as if the whole weight of the world was on her shoulders. Which was a 180 degree change from the happy go lucky gurl he knew.

"It's so enchanting,I'm trapped and drowning here for everyone to see.

They didn't notice.

How far away i am from everyone and everything.

Silly to have gambled with my heart out on the line

I guess thats just the way it goes. But I'm holding on

I know a day will come when i can be myself again.

And i hope someone will love me.

When this story ends."

Without thinking Yanjun rushed forward screaming out.

"Y/N"

He body jumped fro. the startle of his voice and as her eyes locked with his, they opened wide before she quickly dive into the ocean and swam away.

Since that day y/n had stopped comming to class. Naturally all the boys teased him saying he scared her off with his stalker antics. Which was sort of true but if only they knew. After a full week of absences Yanjun couldn't take it anymore. Everyday his head ran with thoughts and theories and how much he missed her; how he needed answers and he needed them now. Otherwise he would believe he really had gone insane. He decided from that point to go to the beach every single day in hopes of catching her once again. Atlas every day ended up in failure. On the 7th day, just as Yanjun was about to go home, he had the strongest urge to stay until nightfall. So he waited aimlessly staring at the ocean hoping for even a glimpse of her.

Finally he saw a glint of her aquamarine tail again. He made his way out into the ocean to see her perched up on the same rock as before. He stealthily made his way around another rock so he was close enough but still hidden in order to not scare her again.

"Y/N! please don't run away, i just want to talk... I'll even stay hidden so you don't have to see me." He pleaded.

"You do realise i know you have been there the whole time right." She sighed.

"What! I thought i was being an ultimate ninja."

He peered his face out from behind the rock only to discover no sight of her again. That was until he felt a splash of water trickling down his back, followed by a faint giggle.

"No,this is called being a ninja."

How he had missed her laughter. He turned around to look at her and studied every detail. How her long black wet hair shone under the moonlight. How she flashed the soft dimple smile towards him, earning his dimpled smile in return.

"I missed you y/n. Why don't you come to class anymore? Why did you run away? How are you a mermaid? I mean not that your not a hot mermaid but i always thought they were fairytales." He rambled on.

"Slow down Yanjun. I suppose i should answer every question, seeing as you havent left this entire week."

"You knew?"

"Yep"

"So you was just torturing me!" He laughed.

"Yes and no... I...I was scared"

Her voice trailed off as she sat herself uppn the rock bobbing her tail up and down and gestured for Yanjun to sit beside her. So he wouldn't catch a cold.

"I haven't been comming because i was scared what you thought of me. Scared that you had told everyone and that they would outcast me... i haven't exactly had the best luck with humans who found out."

"You don't know how insane I've been going without you! I even have to partner up with Justin and you know how unfocused he is!!! If i told people, they would assume I'm crazy." He laughed

"You might just be crazy Junnie."

She laughed poking his cheek. Yanjun then wrapoed his arms around her and pulled her down into his chest; gently stroking her damp hair and placing a soft kiss upon her head. Resulting in a small pink blush appearing on her cheeks.

"I would never hurt you y/n... you're too important to me."

"Don't you find this weird or disgusting?" She pointed to her tail.

"Nothing about you could ever be disgusting." He smiled.

She the wrapped her own arms around his waist, smiling as she listened to the soft beating of his heart. This was a new experiance for y/n and she was loving every bit of it.

"Tell me everything y/n...please." He pouted as he continued stroking her hair.

"Well...I've always been a mermaid. But one day i saw a group called Nex7 performing on the beach and i was so captivated by their dance style. I had always wanted to dance. The way human bodies could move like that on two legs was beautiful to me. Especially when i could see couples dancing together. There were so many wonders to the human realm that i wanted to be like you people... we have a legend in our species. That a mermaid princess made a deal to become a human for the sake of her love and if she failed she would return to being a mermaid forever. No one knows the ending of the story, so i went to our king and begged for my own chance. The king hates humans...but he's not heartless so we made a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

Yanjun's voice was very concerned by this point. What had she gotten herself into. Was it dangerous? Was the king actually evil? Is he gonna have to run a boat through somebody like in the disney movie? The possabilities were endless.

"I have 1 year... to pursue my dreams of dancing and finding love but i can only be on land for 4 hours before turning back... should I fail or fall for someone who is not my true love... i will be forced to remain a mermaid forever and never have the chance to become human again..." Her voice trailed off.

"So that's why you can't go on a date with me."

"It's not that i don't want too... but i physically can't."

"How long has it been?"

"11 months... my time is running out"

she sighed before diving into the ocean again, letting the salty water cover up her tears again befire resurfacing.

"How do you know if its true love or not if you dont try y/n."

Yanjuns deep brown eyes gazed into her own with such a pleading look, that she couldn't help but feel sadder. She liked Yanjun she really did, but if he wasn't her true love she couldn't take that risk.

"I dont know... one time a seer told me that we will have a instant connection and he has the blood of the ocean within him."

"Just give me a chance, I've been flirting with you long enough" he laughed. "I promise i won't kiss you or anything and i will come to the beach every day so we can date like this."

He smiled jumping off the rock and taking a hold of her hands.

"One chance y/n. Thats all I'm asking for."

She thought about it hard as she observed the young male. How his height towered over her but wasn't intimidating. That soft look he had in his eyes,whenever he looked at her and how they would sparkle when he was dancing. The way his dimples revealed themselves to her and how esoecially breath taking he was at the moment. With his short black hair a watery mess and small water droplets trickling down his abs. Her time would soon run out and she had to make a choice.

"Well even if you aren't my true love,with such little time it looks like im gonna be a mermaid anyway... so I will give you the chance Lin Yanjun." She smiled.

A small grin appeared on his face as he pulled her into his chest again. The heat between them made the cold nights ocean feel like a pin prick. He kept the promise of comming everyday with her after class so they could have their dates. No matter how many times Yanjun wanted them to skip classes so they could go on a real date, Y/n always denied him. She knew his passion for dancing was just as strong as her own and she couldn't let him waste his time on her. Especially if time did run out she knew her dreams would carry on through him.

They'd have picnics at the beach that Yanjun would spend hours preparing, thanks to Zhangjing teaching him how to cook. They'd slow dance on the sand and she would show him all her favourite spots and hiding places so he could always find her. Yanjun always wanted to steal kisses from her but it took all his energy to stop himself out of respect for their promise. The more time he spent with her the more he fell. The way she would sing him a different song every night. How she would gift him rare seashells or other treasures she'd stumble upon. He marked down every single date so he could remember what they had done and how long they had left. But as time went on he found himself not caring if she stayed a mermaid,he would find a way for them to be together.

Before they knew it,it was their last day together. Luckily it fell on the day of the annual beach festival. Various attractions and market stalls were set up on the beach and he finally convinced y/n to sacrifice their dance class so they could spend their last day properly. They walked up amd down the different stalls, y/n getting more excited each time as she had always wanted to attend one of these events. Yanjun made sure to buy never ending supplies of ice cream and candy floss as they ran up and down the beach playing. Dancing along to the smooth beats of the music playing. Y/n had always wanted to ride a ferris wheel and luckily enough one was there lit up by the multicoloured lights against the night sky.

As they headed towards the que,Yanjun noticed a fortune teller gesturing to him. He sent y/n ahead using the excuse that he needed the bathroom before heading towards the young male. The mysterious man was dressed head to toe in a red and black theme with his short black hair slicked back. He had a innocent smile upon his face as he gestured for Yanjun to sit down.

"I got a strong urge when i saw you to read your future."

"And you are?"

"I'm the great Fan Chengcheng. 100% accuracy, never failed." He giggled. "Now give me your hand."

"Why?"

"So i can read your palm idiot. The cosmic spirits are urging me to do it and if i dont they will never shut up."

Reluctantly Yanjun gave him his hand and the young male started to study it.

"You're a very interesting person, i see great fortune in your future... but theres something unique about your blood and the spirit inside you."

"Go on."

Yanjun made his way quickly back to the queue to discover y/n nearly at the front. She hit him gently for taking his time.

"If you were gonna poop,you could of said. Everyone kept looking at me pitifully like i was a loner."she pouted

"I wasn't! I got distracted by a seller and just about escaped! As long as no one hit on you that's all that matters."

Time passed quickly and they were already at the top of the ferris wheel. Y/N was fascinated by the view and how small the town appeared from the height. Her attention was so distracted it was like Yanjun wasn't even there. So he got up and sat himself next to her, pulling her into his chest again.

"Yanjun!!! I wanna see!"

"Let's just stay like this a bit...please."

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist listening to his heart beat again.

"I'm going to miss hearing this..." she sighed.

"This heart only beats for you,so without you it's non existant."

"Yanjun..."

"Even if i have to become a merman or something, I'll never leave you and I'll never love another person."

"You cant do that for me.... your hopes and dreams are worth so much more than this fantasy of us and you deserve so much love."

"I would give up my world for you y/n. I love you"

"I...i love you too Yanjun"

He took ahold of her hand and rushed them over to her spot as time was quickly running out. As she jumped into the ocean turning back into a mermaid, he glanced down at his watch. 2 minutes left.

" Yanjun... thank you for everything." She struggled to hold back the tears. "You are truly the most beautiful human I've ever met inside and out. my world has changed for the better because of you. I never thought i could find love, after the way the men in this world treated me. But i realise now, I love nothing more in my life than you."

"I told you from the day we met, that you were my angel that fell from heaven. I meant every word. I love you and only you. I will mever love anyone ever again. I will find a way for us y/n. So never forget me."

"I could never forget you Lin Yanjun."

Just as the last couple of seconds to midnight passed away, she pulled his neck down and placed her soft pink lips against his. Yanjun gently biting her bottom lip begging for for entrance as their tongues greeted eachother passionately and then she was gone.

"DAD WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS GONE!" WHAT SORT OF STORY IS THIS? SEE THIS IS WHY I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE IN MERMAIDS." the eldest boy yelled.

"I haven't finished the story yet son." He laughed.

"I believe daddy!" The youngest smiled gripping her teddy bear tight.

"Do you want to know what the fortune teller told him that day?."

"YES" they both screamed."

“He said you have the blood and spirit of a mermaid inside of you.”

Both kids looked at each other with eyes and mouths wide open.

“THAT MEANS!”

“That means it’s time for bed.”

A young woman walked into the room, her white dress flowing as she walked towards the two young kids and tucked them both into their beds, placing a soft kiss upon their heads.

“Mum, we want to know the end of the story!” The eldest whined.

“You’ll find out the rest, when this story ends.”

She sang slightly before giggling and turning on the night light for the children. The young man turned off the lights as he took a hold of his wife’s hand and walked out of their kids room closing the door.

“Yanjun we promised we wouldn’t tell them until they are older!”

“What’s the harm in them thinking it’s a fairytale for now. A beautiful romantic fairytale. It did me no harm!” he stuck out his tongue at her.

“That reminds me. You never told me Cheng Cheng said you have mermaid blood within you. Or that you met that sly Fan Cheng Cheng at all!”

She crossed her arms over her chest, looking towards him dissapprovingly.

“If I had told you, then our last moment wouldn’t of been as romantic...plus how was i meant to know he was the seer you met in the ocean, he was human!”

He laughed as he placed a kiss upon her lips.

“You ass! I really thought I was going to lose you then and you knew all along. Do you know how much courage it took for me to kiss you!”

“Not as much courage is needed now though.”

He winked and smiled picking her up bridal style carrying her to the bed in their bedroom and placing her gently down upon it. before placing another kiss on her forehead.

“Who would of known my grandfathers stories about a mermaid and a human were true all along.” He laughed

A/N I hope you liked it. The song she sings comes from the sound track of the little mermaid 2018 movie and is called when this story ends! Which is where i got the name of this fic from too haha. In regards to fated blood i’m taking a short break from it until i can work out properly where things are going with that, but i will have many more smaller fics in between that time.

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ineffablepjm · 6 years ago

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No Panties - Pt.2

Notes - AHH IM SO HAPPY PART 1 DID SO WELL! YOU CAN READ IT HERE IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY DONE SO! HERE IS PART 2 I HOPE YOU ENJOY ITS ALSO PROBABLY TRASH COMPARED TO PART 1 BUT WHATEVA

Triggers - We got all types of smut in here, fingering, dirty talking, cum play, degrading words, unprotected raunchy sex (lord help me), angst, fluff, ya know

Word Count - 4.9k

2 weeks ago Jeon Jungkook had you on a science table with your legs spread open and his fingers buried in you. 2 weeks ago was the first time you stopped wearing panties to school. 2 weeks ago you began to avoid Jungkook at all costs.

To this day your best friend Jimin knew nothing of what happened in the science classroom, all he knew, or so he thought he knew, was that Jungkook and you got into a heated, very heated, argument about him telling Namjoon to back off from you. It was difficult avoiding Jungkook especially since he tried his best to always run into you and catch even just a glimpse of you. He assumed that you avoided him because you were ashamed and because you didn’t feel the same way he did, but actually you avoided him because after that night you couldn’t stop thinking of him and the way he made you feel, but you feared rejection knowing his player past.

You closed up your locker and stared down at the flashcards in your hands, history, stupid fucking history. For some reason out of all the classes you had you struggled with history, I mean did you really need it? Your plan was to go to Yale for molecular biology, not for stupid fucking history. Your eyes focused on the words that connected to battles that happened centuries ago, to names that in some lifetime meant something to people, however, your studying was interrupted by a very enthusiastic Jimin.

“____!!! Guess what?” He grinned and stared at you, your eyes met his and you cocked your eyebrow confused as to what he could be so excited about but since he received no answer from you he sighed. “Fine, well the dance team is in need of some money, so we’re doing a fundraiser.” He beamed. You nodded and smiled.

“Don’t tell me, a carwash?” You plopped the flashcards into your bag and the two of you began to walk towards the 400 halls.

“No silly, carwashes are for clubs that aren’t cool, but the dance team is super cool, Minho is hosting a party, tomorrow night, $5 for girls to get in and $10 for the boys.” He spoke. “Apparently his parents are out of town for the weekend and I don’t know if you’ve ever seen his house but it’s massive.” You smiled slightly and nodded.

“A party? Your coach approved that?” You question.

“Well technically no, he doesn’t know, we’re just going to collect the money and then show up with it and say we-- Well im not sure what we’ll say but something will be said. The point of all this ____ is that you need to come, it’ll be a raging party and who knows maybe you’ll run into Jungkook.” He winked.

Jungkook. Your heart raced at the mention of his name and you shook your head. “I told you, I want nothing to do with him, ever since he told Namjoon that he needed to stay away I’ve made it my mission in life to forget him and not ever see him.” You sighed. “Anyway, yeah I’ll go only because you’re my best friend and I support your dance team, but I’m locking myself in a room and not coming out until people are so drunk that they don’t even notice me.”

Jimin nodded and grinned. “Sounds good to me as long as you come, are you tutoring Namjoon today?” He asked, you nodded and then you pointed to the direction of your class, queue for your goodbye, then you waved. He chuckled and waved going the opposite direction.

“Namjoon-ah...” You moaned and bit down on your lip softly as he pumped your orgasm out of you, he leaned over and pressed soft kisses to your neck. The two of you decided to take ‘tutoring’ somewhere else and no longer studied in the library, now you studied in the student parking lot in Namjoon’s car. His car had dark tinted windows and just to be extra safe he put his sun protector up on the windshield.

Namjoon hummed and he pulled his fingers out from inside of you and he slipped his fingers into his mouth sucking away the juices. You watched him and then pulled down your dress. “When did you stop wearing panties?” He chuckled and smiled. “Not that I mind I was just surprised at the easy access.” You simply shrugged and smiled.

“Being commando is easier than having underwear now.” You smiled. “By the way, there’s a party tomorrow at Minho’s house, it’s a fundraiser actually for the dance team, $10 for guys to get in if you wanna come, I’ll be there.” You smiled. In all honesty, you liked Namjoon, he was sweet and he made you feel good which was a bonus, but he didn’t give you any of the butterflies Jungkook did. Jungkook.

“Yeah, I’d love to come.” He smiled. “I’ll text you when I’m there so we can meet up.” You nodded at his reply and smiled.

“See you then.” You waved at him and got out of his car throwing your bag over your shoulder. You walked over to the ledges of the courtyard and sat down waiting for Jimin to get out of practice, he was your ride home. You placed your bag on your lap and pulled out your agenda clearing things that were already done. You took notice of writing things down to keep things fresh in your memory, tests dates, tutorings with Namjoon, you even wrote down the date you and Jungkook met up, you glanced at it and sighed scribbling it out to make it less visible. You closed the agenda and looked up your eyes meeting his. Of fucking course. Immediately you stood and made your way towards the entrance of the school, the butterflies roaring in your stomach and your legs feeling like jelly.

“____!” He shouted. You kept walking. “____! Hey, I just wanna talk!” You sighed and reached the doors but when you pulled on them they were locked. You groaned and sighed slowly turning around to face Jungkook. “Why’re you avoiding me? And now running away from me?” He asked stepping in front of you his arms crossed over his chest.

You looked at his face momentarily and groaned knowing he was too irresistible and you wouldn’t stand your ground by looking at him. “What do you want? You got what you wanted from me, so just leave me alone.”

Jungkook looked slightly shocked and he shook his head. “I got what I wanted from you?” He questioned and rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Is that what you think this is?”

“What else would it be? You bother the hell out of me all the damn time when we’re in school, and then once you get me to cum you move on I mean that’s what usually happens, so why aren’t you following normal procedure? You clearly only want to fuck and like I told you, Im a virgin so I won't fuck you.” You snapped your jaw tightening. Jungkook looked away and he scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes.

“You know what those weren’t my original intentions but you’re right, why the hell don’t I just move on? Wouldn’t wanna stick my cock in a slut anyway. I’ll let Namjoon have some of that instead.” He growled and stared at you intently, the words hit you like a shit ton of bricks and you stared at him, your blood boiled and you smacked him, the sound echoing through the awning. Your hand stung from the contact and you could see the pink shade quickly appearing on his cheek.

“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me like that again Jeon Jungkook.” You spat and quickly walked away from him the tears brimming your eyes. “Asshole.” You murmured and decided to just walk home. Jungkook cupped his cheek and you couldn’t believe you just did that, he had no reason to call you a slut, but he was jealous, more jealous than he had ever been I mean for fucks sake he saw you coming out of Namjoon’s car flushed just like you had been in the science room. He turned to see you walking away and he shook his head.

“Fuck!” He yelled out and bit down on his lip. He turned around and saw a few people still looking at him but he didn’t give them any mind. Jungkook marched over to his car stepping into and then he slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “Fucking dammit.” He groaned out and then rubbed his face. He turned on the engine of the car and drove off to Yoongi’s house.

The house looked empty from the outside, not many cars surrounded it and the music couldn’t be heard outside either. You stepped onto the trail and walked up to the door knocking softly, one of Jimin’s dance mates opened the door and smiled, he allowed you in without paying since you were Jimin’s guest. “Come on in love.”

Immediately the hot air hit you and you groaned stepping in through the hall. Your eyes widened as you saw the number of people already at the party, bodies danced, drank, smoked and most even kissed. You looked around for Jimin but had yet to find him so instead, you went towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water. You uncapped it and took a chug your eyes scanning the room, and then you saw Jimin. He was talking to a girl, her hand resting on his arm and you smirked softly. He was always quick to get girls to come to him, so instead of bothering him, you decided to try and find a room to stay in.

You followed a couple who was set off to find a room just like you, you watched as they disappeared into a room and you began to open doors trying to find an empty room. Most where packed and had people in them, but finally you found an empty room. You stepped in and sat down on the bed, you sighed softly and heard the thumping off the music before laying down and pulling your phone out.

You: Hey! Are you planning to come tonight?

Joon: I’m actually walking in right now, where are you?

You: some room in a hall, idk 😅 find me?

Joon: coming

You smiled softly at the texts and within moments you felt the door opened and you saw Namjoon. “Hey!” You smiled and he walked in shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled and came towards the bed where you sat up. He sat down and looked at you. “Jimin was looking for you, but when I told him I was gonna meet you, he kinda just laughed and walked off.” Namjoon shrugged.

You laughed and shook your head. “God he’s such a doof.” Namjoon looked at you as you laughed and smiled.

“____, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered and you blushed looking at him. “I’m sorry, I know we don’t usually get into our feelings but I just— I really like you.” He mumbled and softly held your hand. Your eyes met his and you continued to blush, you didn’t want to be rude and tell him you didn’t feel the same way but it wasn’t fair to lead him on either. “I know you might not feel the same, and it’s okay, but I just want you to know that I’m here..” You nodded at his words and then rubbed his knuckles.

“I know Joon... my feelings are really all over the place right now, and with school and all it’s really hard to focus on anything else..” You explained, technically it wasn’t all a lie. “You know the first person I go to after Jimin is you and there isn't anyone who I would rather spend time at this party with.” He nodded and without any warning, he pushed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened and you were shocked but then decided to kiss him back, your hand cupped his cheek and the two of you intensified the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you pushed it a bit with yours, he moved his body over yours and you lay down your hands going up to his hair. Namjoon and you had never shared kisses before it was purely just his hand in your pants, but this was different, he wanted more passion, more than just you feeling good.

His hands traveled down to your pants and he began to unbutton them, he gently pushed them down to your knees and his hand met your cloth covered clit softly rubbing it, you moaned into the kiss and your hips bucked up into his touch. You pulled away from the kiss and your eyes met him, Namjoon’s hand slipped into your underwear and as usual, his finger slipped into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes. He began to pump you slowly and then he increased his speed, the feeling Namjoon was giving you didn’t compare to the feeling that Jungkook had given, you missed it, the way he pushed two fingers in you and pumped you with no remorse and the dirty words that followed his actions, the way his tongue flicked on your clit, the noises that were so cynically sounding through the classroom and the way he tasted you and finally had you taste yourself. “Kook-ah..” you moaned out imagining it was him buried between your legs, you didn't even realize you moaned out the wrong name when it all stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Namjoon. “What’s wrong?” You stared at the boy whose eyes were wide and jaw was dropped.

“You’re joking right?” His gaze changed and he rolled his eyes getting off the bed, you were slightly confused until you realized and you covered your mouth. “This is a fucking joke.” He growled. “Tell me you didn’t just fucking moan Jungkook’s name.”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m so sorry Joon... I didn’t mean to, I swear.” He scoffed and then stormed out of the room. You watched him go and you pulled up your pants quickly running after him. “Namjoon!!” You yelled out but he ignored you and kept on walking. “Namjoon please!” You yelled and some couples around in the hall noticed. You sighed softly and let him go. You placed your hand on your forehead and then shook your head. What did I do? You stomped your foot cursing at yourself under your breath and leaning against the wall. Your gaze moved up to the crowds and you tried to spot Jimin again, but no luck. Instead, you saw Jungkook staring back at you, he was with a girl, he was smirking whispering things to her yet his eyes never left yours.

You imagined he was being dirty, telling her how he wants to go somewhere private where they could talk, and that would turn into kissing and then fucking. Your blood boiled because this was all his fault if it wasn’t for him you and Namjoon would still be in the room. His eyes scanned your body and you noticed he stared at your pants, you looked down realizing you never buttoned your pants and if he had seen Namjoon stormed off he probably knew what was happening. Jungkook shook his head and he wrapped his arm around the girl's waist and they disappeared into the crowd. You groaned and turned around finding your way back to the room. Once in you shut the door and threw yourself on the bed. Your eyes shut and you just thought about everything, did you really have to avoid Jungkook? I mean you could’ve just given in and let him do whatever he wanted to but you loved yourself too much to just to that. But what did self-love have to do with anything? If you loved yourself you would let Jungkook fuck you so good you couldn’t walk the next morning.

The music thumping as getting increasingly louder and you wondered if any of Minho’s neighbors would notice, but they were a pretty great distance from him and the house was large so it was unlikely they cared, you were sure somewhere in the house the music couldn’t be heard. So instead of sulking you picked yourself up and left the room in search of a more quiet place. You noticed the stairs at the end of the hall and you climbed up them, more doors were upstairs and you wondered how a person could have such a large house and not get lost in it. Straight ahead you saw a room, but this room was different, the doors were double and it looked like it would lead to some fancy dance hall or something. You looked around to see if anyone would see you sneaking into this room and when you saw no one you opened up the door and slipped in.

Your jaw dropped as you took in the surroundings, a large bed was smack center of the room, a chandelier hung above it and a large mirror was on one wall. You made your way to the bed and softly touched the comforter with your hand before taking a seat. You couldn’t get Jungkook out of your mind anymore, and even though you had slapped him the last time you encountered him you still wanted him, the thought of him with another girl made your blood boil but how could you ask him to come to meet you when you were still on thin ice with him. Your heart raced as you thought about texting him to come to this room. The better side of you told you do not, to just stay in here until the party died, but there was a side of you who insisted you texted him, who insisted you brought him here.

You: Jk, upstairs, large double doors.

That was all you said. You would give him a few minutes to show up before you would decide to just sleep or just watch a movie on your phone. Instead of just sitting here and waiting you stepped into the large walk-in closet and looked at all the clothes hung up. Some were men's clothes, but the majority were women, brands you’d never even heard of, and clothes with tags still on them. You didn’t touch in fear that something might ruin them but admiring them was enough. Your feet took you into the bathroom and you gawked at how large and fancy it was. A large tub with jets and beside it a nice shower, double sinks and all. You smiled at the thought of having such a nice bathroom--

“____...” His voice soft and velvety. Your heart raced and you could feel your knees weakening. “____.” He spoke again a bit louder this time.

“Jungkook.” You called out making your way back through the closet and then into the room where he stood. God, he was so mesmerizing. “Jungkook.” You said again stepping into the room and he turned to look at you.

“Look ____, I’m so sorry, I should’ve never called you a slut, I just, I saw you with Namjoon---”

“Stop.” You mumbled stepping closer to him and shaking your head. “I don’t care it doesn’t matter.” Your hand took his and you smiled softly. “Jungkook, I want you, more than anything I’ve wanted in a really long time I can't stop thinking about you, can't stop picturing you, and it’s hard to like you because well you have a reputation and that scares me.” You spoke.

Jungkook nodded and then sighed. “I know... But I swear, for you, I’d change.” He mumbled his hand interlocking with yours.

His words were exactly what you wanted to hear but you also knew that it was hard to believe someone like him would change just for you. “You’d have to prove that to me.” You whispered and he cupped your cheek.

“I will.” He smiled and then leaned down pressing his lips onto yours there was more that you wanted to say to him but his lips meeting yours made your worries go away, for now at least. His kiss was hesitant, scared even as if he took things too far you’d run away. Your hand softly slid up to the back of his neck and you pulled him towards you encouraging the kiss. He hummed softly and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other moved down to your thigh where he encouraged you to jump up, which you did wrapping your legs around his waist.

Jungkook pushed his tongue passed your lips as he walked towards the wall with the mirror. He pressed your back up against the cold glass and you shivered, he pulled away from the kiss his lips going to your neck where he softly left wet kisses, he settled on a spot behind your ear where he began to suck and nip at. Your hand tangled in his hair and gave him a soft tug whining out his name. He pulled away from your neck once satisfied with the color of the mark and with his free hand he began to pull of your shirt, you helped him and threw it on the ground, he pulled you away from the mirror, where you unhooked your bra and threw it down. Jungkook let out a sigh as he admired your naked torso. His free hand softly caressed each one of your breasts before settling on a nipple and giving it a pinch. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled.

Your hands traveled down to the hem of his shirt and you pulled it off revealing his toned body, you admired the way his stomach flexed as he held you and you could feel the dampness in your jeans intensify. He noticed your gaze and smirked softly but didn’t say anything, instead, he leaned his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples tugging at them and softly nipping them with his teeth. Finally, Jungkook let you down so you stood and he kneeled down on his knees. He began to unbutton your jeans and then looked up at your through half hooded eyes. “I wanna eat you out since I really couldn’t last time.” You softly bit your lip and nodded. He pulled down your pants and you stepped out of them. “Finally wearing panties.” He teased and you blushed.

“Sit on the bed facing me.” He ordered you did as he said and sat down facing him. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror while I eat you, okay?” Your eyes flicked to the mirror as you saw your naked torso in the mirror and Jungkook approaching. You looked at Jungkook who now kneeled in front of you, he pushed your thighs apart and he hummed, he could see how wet you were. His hand softly rubbed your clit over your panties and you softly moaned your eyes shooting up to the mirror, a blush rising on your cheeks. He increased his speed lightly before pushing his hand into your panties, Jungkook’s middle finger teased your entrance and he hummed.

“So wet for me baby, do you ever get this wet with Namjoon?” He mumbled and you shook your head softly moaning. He removed his hand and pulled your panties down around your ankle. He spread your pussy lips apart and he tucked his head in between you his tongue lapping on your clit, the heat in your stomach picked up and you leaned back your eyes shifting from the mirror back down to Jungkook. While he flicked his tongue he slipped in his middle finger and began to pump you his tongue continue to circle around, his eyes caught yours for a second and he smirked pulling away. “Eyes on the mirror or I stop.” You whined softly and looked at the mirror.

You felt so exposed in this position, Jungkook’s back to you his muscles flexing as he dove deeper into your core, moans erupted from your lips your hand tangled in his hair. For a second your eyes looked at your flushed body, nipple poking up in the air, chest quickly rising and falling, small beads of sweat plopping onto your exposed forehead. “Kook-ah..” you moaned out and closed your eyes. You were approaching your high and your walls began to close around his finger, Jungkook quickly pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue getting a good taste of your juices, he pulled away and looked at you.

“I still want to fuck you.” He smirked softly his eyes finally meeting yours. You licked your lips softly and then smiled nodding. Jungkook rose to his feet and he unbuttoned his jeans pulling them off and kicking them to the side. Your eyes trailed down his abs and down to the bulge of his briefs, your mouth practically watered as you looked at his growing member. Your hand softly reached out and touched him causing a hiss to slip from his lips. He wasn’t expecting you to do that so the move threw him off guard and he stood there stunned. Your hand softly rubbed him over his briefs and then you hummed.

“Take them off.” Jungkook nodded and he slipped his boxers off his member springing up and hitting his lower stomach, his hand automatically went down to his length where he pumped himself a few times. “I want to taste you.” You whispered and he smirked.

“You’re filthy I swear.” His hand cupped your chin forcing you to look at him. “Next time baby, I wanna be in you right now.” You gave him a devilish smile ad he lightly pushed you back into the bed, you laid down for him and he climbed over you his lips meeting yours again, the kiss was soft and slow this time, he was really savoring you, his lips still tasted of you and your hands traveled back up to his hair, without disconnecting your lips, Jungkook slipped his hand down to his cock where he spread his precum around his tip, he placed his member between your lips and softly rubbed it up against your clit.

You parted from his lips throwing your head back, the slick movements from his tip against your clit felt so nice and it made your pussy throb harder than before. “Fuck me Kook...” You moaned out one leg wrapping around his waist. He hummed and placed his tip against your entrance pushing in, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust, he just slipped in all the way. Your moans turned into cries and you groaned out at the pressure surrounding your entrance, a slight stinging. Jungkook didn’t move his hips instead he moved his lips down to your collarbone where he began to nip at you.

After a few moments, you softly pushed your hips up and his eyes met yours and he smirked softly. Jungkook hips began to move and he slid in and out in soft motions to not hurt you, the slick sounds were soft and not as bad as before until he began to quicken his pace. He increased his speed his hips now smacking against yours and his balls hitting you, the noise filled the room mixed with the moans from your lips and the sighs from his mouth. “Bet Namjoon never got to feel this good, god baby your pussy was made for me.” He moaned out, his hips continued their moves and his hand went down to your clit rubbing soft circles on it.

“Listen to the sounds you make, god you’re so sexy.” He kept up the dirty words and the growling against your ear and it only made you arch your back towards him. “Im gonna flip you over, face down ass up princess.” He pulled himself out, you nodded and flipped over resting your head on the bed, Jungkook pulled your ass up to meet his glistening cock, and he slipped back in again. This time he was more aggressive, his hips moving quick and his balls hitting your clit now, your moans turning into screams, his fingers dug into your ass cheeks.

“Jungkook-ah, yes!” You moaned out causing him to also moan, you could feel your high approaching and your walls were beginning to clench around him. “Oh fuck...” You moaned and he knew you were close but he didn't slow down, no he just picked up speed. His cock twitched inside of you and he knew he was close to.

“Come with me baby..” He mumbled leaning down over you his pace never failing, soon enough your orgasm washed over you and you let out a yelp as your whole body twitched and you swore you could see stars. You were too dazed to notice the warm liquid filling you up as Jungkook reached his orgasm with you, he quickly pulled out and stared at the liquids falling from your pussy.

“I came in you.” He mumbled and with his finger pushed in the cum that was falling, you heard him say this but instead of moving or saying anything you just laughed softly. “Im serious.” You nodded and laughed again. Jungkook couldn’t understand what was so funny, he laid down beside you and looked at you.

“Im on birth control.” You spoke and shrugged. “Irregular periods.” You smiled. Jungkook nodded and then looked at you smirking.

“So I can come in you all the time then?” He licked his lips. “Wanna go again?” He cleaned up with the sheets. You laughed softly and shook your head.

“I need a break.”

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bigbadwolf-16 · 3 years ago

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i had bonus thoughts about rahool and drifter so here they are

rahool and drifter arent dating but they could be in a world where drifter isnt an insane feral spaceman with rabies and heres the thing about that;

rahool knows it. hes intelligent and perceptive, he can see that theres something there, he knows how to tell when drifter likes someone and when hes playing games, but he can also see theyre so immensely different in some very critical ways that he knows it wouldnt work -- that doesnt stop him from casually looking the other way while drifter breaks rules, though and, hey, its been a long time since anyone's flirted with him even jokingly and he could use a little bit of harmless fun in his daily life.

because rahool is very. i dont want to say traditional? because that doesn't feel quite right, but if he were looking for a relationship with anyone, he would want stability and some level of sanity. something relaxed, something low stakes. hanging out with someone as unhinged as drifter is fun and, dont get him wrong, drifter is fascinating, but being friends with a nutjob and being in a relationship with one are two completely different levels of intensity. if youre friends with someone crazy, its easier to tap out of an insane adventure and be like no. nope, this is where i get off, good luck with that thing youre doing. and when youre dating one, the expectation to be there extends beyond the initial headcount when you get on the bus; its more intimate, its more personal, and rahool doesnt excel in intimacy. he doesnt have time for it, he doesnt have time for sidelong glances and dinner dates, and he doesnt have any desire to be emotionally or physically intimate with anyone. all the better because when was the last time drifter had a heart-to-heart with anyone where he wasn't cornered and down to his very last handful of quips, looking like a dog about to bite?

neither of them want to be that close to someone; rahool because he doesnt feel like its necessary and drifter because hes literally incapable of that level of trust to such an extent i wouldnt put it past him to sabotage a relationship, intentionally or subconsciously, when it gets to a level that makes him nervous.

and thats not to say rahool a fair-weather friend, because youd be hard-pressed to find someone more resolutely loyal than him just because, as far as hes concerned, it makes sense, but rahool operates in a black and white world where drifter exists solely in gray. drifter will break rules, he'll break laws, he'll break the fucking geneva convention for a laff and all for a bigger picture that only people like drifter or eris or elsie could understand. people who havent just been touched by madness, theyve been consumed. theres things out there bigger than rules and patterns and its that level of unknown danger that rahool just cant jive with - even as a man of science who actively pursues answers, there are just some that hes more content not knowing because knowing opens doors that he doesnt want to be pushed through. hes not osiris.

and drifter? oof. i dont think he longs for companionship, hes done perfectly well on his own for centuries give or take flings or brief friendships that were the perfect means to an end and partners that got snuffed because they got a little bit too close to the truth of the universe, and he knows that things dont last. nothing is eternal and when youre a lightbearer, even a rogue one, not even death is forever until you piss off the wrong people. hes spent his whole second life in survival mode because thats where the excitement is. thats where the bloodthirsty thrive. he could have stayed on earth, grown with the city, been some rule-following stooge barking at the vanguard about how this or that isnt fair or just, but instead he decided to live his life on the bleeding edge and thats where hes at his best.

where black and white break into gray and theres no right or wrong answer for anything so long as survival is still the final result and theres probably some good in him somewhere, you think, but nobody knows the motives behind his cooperation. every so often you catch a glimpse beneath the curtain where the man who talks about a good old-fashioned hive stew around the campfire and interdimensional space monsters becomes a man who can snatch a chunk of the nine realms and tether it to his ship, build a machine overnight that can decrypt the impossible when the cryptarchs themselves have spent uncounted years just trying to crack one sequence of code with lost knowledge only recently unearthed, and who somehow always has an answer for an insurmountable problem that even the greatest minds of the golden age just couldnt quite reach - a man, not a legend, whos not so much clinging to the last thread of his sanity as he is bungie jumping from the end of it because there are answers at the bottom of this chasm and so long as hes got his gun and his wits, he'll bounce back when he reaches the end.

to rahool, the drifter is incomprehensible, fascinating, ingenious, dangerous, and strange, and he wants to see more so he keeps a close eye on what the drifter lets him see, never under any illusion that hes gaining some unknown insight beyond what anyone else could find if they kept up - and very few can keep up. it takes a special kind of lunatic to understand the drifter, but all you need to see him is the knowledge that some things just have to be done for the greater picture and fussing over politics and tiptoeing around hard truths just isnt the way.

to drifter, rahool is the path of least resistance to information he finds useful, yes, but hes also someone (like eris) who doesnt expect him to follow protocols and doesnt expect him to be anything but reprehensible and gross, but also understands that - at least on a surface level, because the real hand cant be shown until the right time - drifter is also a man hellbent on making sure humanity is ready for whats coming next, because hes one of few who's not just seen it, but knows what needs to be done to stand against it. its coming, it cant be avoided, it cant be fought with heavy artillery and hope. he can rely on rahool not to try and stop him, not because hes stringing rahool along for the long con, but because deep down rahool understands that sometimes you need to get your hands dirty and not worry about what other people are going to think about it. theres just enough of a bastard in him to be worth liking, and drifter can respect that.

theres a part in good omens, speaking of, that kind of sums up drifters deal and why i think rahool would be so interested him exceptionally well and its this: "God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."

that, in a man, is what fascinates rahool so much and he splits his time between trying to solve immensely complex lattices of ancient code and trying to solve drifter and most days hes not sure which one is more impossible. but he does know one of the two slings a mean drink and isnt bad company when he isnt portraying himself as a man who isnt bothered by anything, is dangerous to even know, and who can and will eat anything that doesnt somehow manage to eat him first - and even thats up for debate if youve heard his stories. there are so many layers to the drifter that rahool could spend the rest of his life digging and still never break through the outermost surface and when your job is the scifi equivalent of data entry on roids, he's up for a challenge where hangups and failures still give interesting returns.

#meta #this got long im s osorry

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