#he's on another level of sexy🥵

[dreamingofep]

Does anyone go through hours of writing and you're neck deep in smut and you have to shut your laptop or else you'll die by the mere thought of Elvis actually doing such things to you... i think it's just me but yeah that's how my day is going🫠

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

I love JAYSTEPH, hear me out! 🙌:

The Robin who died by the fans and the Robin that was resurrected by the fans... Is so poetic yet some people is against it, but I just fell in love with them and I want to support this ship after I was finally able to let go Timsteph and I know theres people who will be Timsteph forever and others that strongly dislike Jaysteph but I think there's more people that are just simply unconvinced so I have nothing to lose if I play business woman and try to sell this potential romance to them, it deserves a chance! Let's see the arguments against it that didn't convince me first:

Steph becoming Barbara 2.0... (what a bat-list she had: Dick, Jason, Tim in a video game and fucking Batman 💀 got her pregnant once, but I didn't disliked it when she was briefly with Luke fox) But the only options for Steph that are bat family members aside Tim are Cassandra and Jason because... Dick, Damian, Duke, Luke, Kate, Barbara 😂? Eh NOPE. And even if Barbara and Jason had a thing once it was doomed from the beginning, Babs and Jay only had in common being Joker victims and Babs follows 100% Batman's ideals (while Steph mindset allows her to understand better Jason's point). Also I think Jason idealized her, it felt like they weren't on the same "level"(Timsteph has the same problem, Steph used to kinda idealize Tim too),but with JaySteph feels different, I think they would see each other as equals, the vibes I get are that they could relate to each other better. Not to mention that if they start a relationship now it won't be the same as another Robin-Batgirl attempt, remember that when it was with Babs it was described as a long term crush he had on her (like Dick) while with Steph not only she was also a Robin (that went through a similar struggle as him), first she was Spoiler, her own independent vigilante persona (with a background Jason could totally relate with) that was 100% unrelated to Batman before she even became a Batgirl (a heroine that was independent from Batman but was inspired on him unlike The Spoiler) and currently she uses both Spoiler and Batgirl titles, in anycase this would be another Robin-Batgirl situation if it was with Damian, because Steph was Damian's Batgirl (they even reminded Dick his olds days with Babs) but he was 10 and she was 18 so obviously NOPE. The relationship would start NOW as their current selves by realizing mutually how much they understand each other better than anyone, they aren't joined by the Joker they would be drawn because of their personalities and the struggles they had with their own families and the rejection they suffered from the BAT-family (at different times but the struggle is the same). This is something neither Tim or Babs can fully understand.

They're like "siblings". Ha! NOPE. Strongly disagree. They aren't related biologically or legally and Steph isn't even in Bruce care like Duke, she is basically... " Your kid's best friend who eats your fridge food" and with the issue about her dating Tim's brother, some people who pulls the sibling card are completely fine with Steph being with Cassandra... So dating Tim's brother is not ok but is ok to date his sister? 🤨 And bringing back the first argument the only ones I see as Steph's 100% sibling figures are: Barbara who is the big sister figure and acts like one and Damian who is indisputably his annoying little brother but why is Jason seen as her brother? Because of the banter? That doesn't immediately make you a sibling, you know friends to lovers and rivals to lovers and enemies to lovers also have banter right?

Their respective most popular ships in the past: for Tim I already made a post about it and Artemis... I totally understand Jason 🥵😍, between her and Ravager I prefer her because Rose seems to be more like a very good friend with very sexy benefits but with Artemis there's more emotional connection... But my issue with her is the immortality factor (i mean the fact that she won't die of old age, she being hundreds of years old I don't care) and that Artemis deep down has too much "independent" Vibes, I mean that I don't see her wanting the long term relationship, she can't have it anyway because of her immortality. And there was the problem that it was perceived as another Amazon-bat attempt in a "trinity"(with bizarro) and as much as some people liked wonderbat (not me, it was a bit awkward) in the end it doesn't work well (look at Damian and WonderGirl Cassie in DCeased).

Some sort of fantasy about an "age gap", this one is ridiculous. Some people believe that Jason is super old for Stephanie... Well in that case Stephanie was way super old for Tim too 🙄, I'll just get to the point: Jason died at 15 and only lasted dead 6 months, Tim became Robin at 13 and Stephanie is one year older than Tim, they met when he was 14 and she was 15 so... Do the math, is being one year older than her TOO OLD??🤡 one year and half maybe? If we count the 6 month dead. I mean I know he sometimes looks older because of the way they draw him, like a huge muscle chunk and sometimes he has a beard (ajj I hate beards). And yes, I know they changed their ages currently but at much he is only TWO years older than her and she is over 18 or 19 so... Like I said the age gap argument is a fairy tale.

"They never or barely interacted before", just what kind of argument is this?🤡Do you want Steph to only be attached forever to the Batgirls and Tim or just be alone? Jason has been more allowed than her to interact with other people, how unfair but the point is... they'll have to start someday don't they!? Or just because they barely interacted in the past it means they can't interact more in the future? Is really that unbelievable that they could start hanging out more often and bonding? Is that weird? Have you never suddenly talked with someone you know but you barely interacted before and realized you had more in common with them than you thought? That's something extremely normal to happen! I don't see how it would be out of place with Jason and Steph 🤷‍♀️.

Now let's see how this ship started and it's potential:

The ship existed before they actually met, people already shipped the possibility: the two failed dead Robins and (yes I'm counting Steph as dead because her dead was meant to be permanent), but they never met before the new 52 reboot and when it actually happened... It was a classic not very relevant banter, the second time he was impressed with her with how she dealt with the Scarecrow and after that there was barely interaction... But then we got these exactly interactions that made me ship them very hard, passionately and strongly in Task Force Z:

ok, I'm an anime consumer, this kind of tiny details affect me very seriously, when you are used to see relationships in comics where the couple simply jump to sexy time right away and suck face hard and fall in love or feel attracted instantly we forget about the little things that makes us blush with yearning... you know, the moment something changes in how you see someone even if you still didn't noticed it and you just feel funny and don't know why. In this comic panels the relationship is not romantic and hasn't even begin being romantic, they aren't in love or are feeling attraction yet and that still remains to be seen but what is happening here is a change, is a start! Is the beginning and they way he reacts to her really get me fangirl squealing LOOK AT HIS FACE!!! Specially when she touches his wounded cheek... You can't convince me that this guy isn't touch starved and not so used to receive affectionate touching 😭, suddenly after a big beating he received Kindness from someone unexpected but that we all know... relates to him better than anyone in the bat-family but the best part is that she isn't there to just pamper him a little she just decided to have a nicer approach to him, she gave him coffee, she treated his face wound and she gave him a talk of tough love, she doesn't take his side 100% but she let's him know she is still a friend and then the last pages of the issue:

She was the only one who wanted to say goodbye because once again she understands him and because of that she is more tolerant and forgiving towards his actions than the others while still not being dumb and knowing he still is up to trouble and again... The little touches always get me, the way she caresses his hand with the plane ticket gets me screaming more than their hug 😭😭😭 ah this is also their first hug! And I'm kinda pissed because the height is WRONG! Jason is taller than her! It shouldn't look like she is hugging Tim😒.

All right now my official points about why I love this potential relationship:

This is very important, this needs to be a SLOW BURN, I know jaystephers, I know you want kisses and hot moments but NOPE, that can't happen anytime soon, first we need a lot of little details and little touches, emotional conversations that don't end in kissing but in hugging, a lot of little meaningful looks and gestures, we need the rest of the fans that are not convinced, to get used to see them together interacting but not specifically obviously romantically, it has to be wholesome but we can't jump and shove the ship down people's throats, that's a turn off. Keep in mind that usually DC writers write love like a switch on and off, look at what they did with Nightwing! Just how many true loves has he had? A lot of bullcrap text about how much he is in love and obsessed with every new girl and not to mention Tim (let's hope he sticks to his NPC cardboard walking bisexuality proof boyfriend and stops fooling around with Steph, our girl deserves better). A new love that has hit hard has to be believable, the potential with their personalities gives for a lot to work with: Jason is a tough bad moody broody boy who is actually very emotional and sensitive and so affection starved he fell into Damian trap when he hugged him, Jason just melted into the hug (before he got hit with a taser, Damian you little shit...) and thats where Stephanie comes, Steph is someone completely open, eager, sweet, foward and unapologetic with her affections and here Mister pride and prejudice lover Jason has a romantic side. Jaystephers I'm serious, this can't be rushed, absolutely not and I'm being insistent because I came from reading an insane amount of jaysteph fanfics that almost all of them end up being porn with plot, I mean really good plot and also very skilled written porn... but still! "BONK" 🔨 go to horny jail! That can't happen in the comics 😂😂. With a slow burn unconvinced people will have enough time to process just how good is this ship. Simply it has to become a Romantic friendship before a potential romance and then an actual romance.

They have come a long way on their personalities, currently they aren't the same as they were before so if they started now it wouldn't be like the chaotic kind of toxic mess that it was Timsteph, because at that time they were insecure and irrational teenagers, honestly the writers messed them up a lot and I guess there's still a risk a new writer will fuck them up too but I'd like to think that if some writer goes for it they really have to like this ship and will try not to make it a complete toxic or cringy or a messed up disaster, if a writer chooses to do it I want to think is because they saw how much in common they have, how much their personalities are compatible, how good they would work together and how much they can relate to each other. What I mean is that there is a background where they can start even though they were never that close before and is all starting now, there is a lot of material to work! They don't have to make up things they only have to let it flow naturally, just put them together in a room and let them interact. I mean, right now he is a grumpy bad boy and Steph is a perky ballbuster, let's see how that goes.

The potential Romanticism of this couple is something really underrated, the two failures as Robins that walked on the same path, they own to have yet the "talk" About their respectives deaths and the subject about how Steph failed as a Robin because of being a reminder of Jason, they should talk about had him not died he would have been the one meeting her instead of Tim and wonder how things would have been then... They should team up more often and strengthen their bond, the need to build a romantic friendship, a dynamic that could drive us crazy and by the time they start flirting is going to be the BEST!! Just remember how Steph flirts shamelessly on duty 🤭🤭 but with Tim it was a bit boring, he always turns her down because he is such a good serious soldier 😑 and gets mad but with Jason? Unless he is specifically grumpy about something he would totally flirt back and totally flirt in front of villains while fighting until the villains can't take it anymore and just ask to be knocked out 😂😂😂 and also the chance to piss off Tim is just too good, I need to see it 😂😂😂. I mean, one I love about most Jaysteph fanfics is that Tim is always fucking pissed and grossed out about Jason dating Steph but normally is never about jealousy he is just overprotective (but casually they also add a jealous Damian who can't help but criticize Steph's taste in men 😂😂, I think is canon that he had a bit of a platonic crush on her when they met).

They have a lot of similarities but they aren't exactly the same, the things they have in common actually was used as an argument against it saying that just like with Babs he only had in common being a joker's victim, people thinks "dying" Is the only thing he has in common with Steph and they are very wrong: They both are members of Gotham's lowest class, both had drug addict mothers and criminal fathers, also Jason's real mom betrayed him and sold him out to the Joker and Stephanie's dad orchestrated a kidnapping of her and in the new 52 he kidnapped her and her killed her (even if he didn't meant to) and had to get revived by Lazarus pit goo, the way they died was also caused by the same stubborn need of proving themselves to Batman, doing something extremely reckless, also I have to point out that Steph has been compared to Dick, Barbara, Tim and Jason but it was her similarities with Jason what doomed her before DC decided to revive her, the writers did a messed up job with the principal reasons Batman rejected her so adamantly at some point but the principal one was that she reminded him of Jason and ironically he trying to prevent her from getting the same fate was what drove her to act and ending up like Jason and they both were officially the first black sheeps of the bat-family. But even with all that their personalities are both opposites and complimentary, I mean that despite having a similar trauma, when Steph came "back from the death" (The first "death") she became more positive and hopeful than before, she used to be more cynical and angry and unlike Jason whose resurrection was just as traumatic as his death and was not in his right mind, Steph returned to Gotham to once again try to belong and be a proper vigilante, she wanted to keep trying and do the right thing and fight to be accepted unlike Jason who at first he only wanted revenge. Steph can understand where he is coming from and be more indulgent to him than the rest of the family but at the same time she would stop him from going too far, she has the bravery to fight off trauma like the fear toxin and the will to never give up, so I see how she would never give up on Jason.

And don't you dare give me crap about this ship being absurd or something because this is not even the most out of the blue couple DC has ever done! I already mentioned Tim and Barbara🤬, Batman and Barbara💀 but also Raven and Damian 😒, Damian and wonder girl Cassie 😐Batman and wonder woman😒, Superman and wonder woman😐, green lantern Jonh and hawkegirl🥰, Superboy and miss martian😍, Lego Batman and Lego Barbara🤪, Martian Manhunter and Rose Wilson😶, beast boy and Rose Wilson🤯 (married and with a daughter), Jason and fucking Taliah (damians mother) had sex with him 💀(I hope he had at least 18) Dick and Helena Wayne 💀, Dick and Zatanna😑, Batman and Zatanna🙄, Jason and Starfire🙅‍♀️ and recently Jimmy Olsen and Supergirl 🤔 so.... Really? Jaysteph is so out of the blue and weird that should never happen? 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 I'm not even asking to make it happen in the main canon! Most of these ships didn't happen in the main canon, who cares about the main canon? THE MAIN CANON KILLED ALFRED (you committed a blaspheme DC) and also the main canon destroyed Jon Kent childhood by aging him up 🤬🤬, this is why the main canon is not important anymore, this is why alternative universe and independent comics are more popular, like Supersons, Family Wayne adventures or the teen Titans series drawn by Piccolo... So is asking for too much to have Jaysteph somewhere? An animated show? An alternative universe comic? A fucking webtoon?? There's not a good convincing reason to not give a chance to these couple! Let them have a chance!! 😣😣😣😭😭🙏🙏🙏

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

dragons are sexy in general of course but Lichdragon Fortisaxx (Elden Ring) is on another level 😵‍💫 he’s all fucked up and terrifying and he looks like his very presence would also fuck me up, but god is that whole vibe sexy as hell to me. i want to see his ridged, distended dragon cock emerge from his mottled black scales and then fill me up with his rotten seed 🥵💗💗💗💗💗💗

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[mustanggg]

I NEED him beneath me 😮‍💨🥵

Hi, I’m not one for the story lines at the moment. I will get better at doing them though! I hope you like ❤️

Stretching I grimace at the suns rays that beam in the window straight down onto my face. I groan as I stretch my muscles, stretching my arms out above my head.

I feel a smile stretch across my face as I hear the familiar chuckle of Rick behind me. I roll over to face him and as I do my body shivers with the way his soft blue eyes rake down my body as a small smile adorns his beautiful face.

My eyes drop, transfixed, to his lips when his tongue pokes out to wet them and that action along has things in my lower body clenching and heating up.

I scoot over to him, plastering myself to his side. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the feel of his skin against mine. I rise up onto my elbows and lean down so our lips meet.

“Morning,” I mumble against his lips.

I feel giddy as his smile broadens beneath my lips against his. Pulling back I admire him from this close. His lustrous blue eyes sparkle as he gazes up at me.

Ricks a gorgeous specimen, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He attracts all the females and sometimes even the gazes of men when he’s walking down the street.

But there’s something different with the way he is now. It’s not just his soft and unguarded gaze. It’s the way he looks beneath me as I tower over the top of him.

Something absolutely possessive surges up in me as I stare down at him. I love leader Rick, the way he’s always so dominant and takes charge. But there’s something utterly special at the way he looks under me.

“Mornin,” his morning voice rumbles out and it’s so deep and sexy a moan slips out before I clamp down on my bottom lip, trapping it.

Like me, his eyes drop down to follow the action as though he’s transfixed as well. I feel my face heat up at the suggestive chuckle that rumbles up his chest as his eyes meet mine.

When my eyes meet his I notice a certain sparkle of smugness in his gaze at the way he knows he affects me and I drop my head into the crook of his neck.

His chuckle rumbles beneath his chest once more as his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him even though we’re as close as we can get.

“What’s wrong darlin?” When I hear laughter in his voice I latch onto the skin of his neck. Teeth lightly biting before I soothe it with my tongue.

His groan sends a zing down my spine, urging me to latch onto the skin of his neck once again. As I pull a piece of his skin into my mouth and begin to suck on it, branding his skin, his arms around me tighten as another groan slips.

I throw my leg over his hip, pushing myself up to straddle his hips. His hand’s instinctively drop down onto my waist, kneading the skin there as I bruise his skin, marking him for others to see.

I abandon his neck in favour of reattaching our lips. Our lips move together feverishly, desperate for one another on a level I’ve never experienced before.

The taste of him. Of Rick Grimes alone floods my senses and drives me mad. I grind down onto his hardness beneath me, desperate for some type friction.

His hands tighten on my hips, dragging me down against him harder. I mewl against his lips. Breathless we pull away from each other. Looking down at him my breath hitches in my throat. His darkened gaze and red punished lips make me rut against him more feverishly.

My hands wander down to his tanned broad shoulders. My mind flashes back to the many times I’ve latched onto those shoulders as though they were my lifeline as I soared to new pleasures he delivered with his body.

Eyes hooded, they follow the path my fingers trail along his muscular arms. Trailing back up to trail down to his chest. A smile blooms across my face as my eyes meet Ricks at the shudder that runs through his body.

“Cmon darlin, take what ya want,” he urges me on. Voice so thick with lust it’s deep tone rumbling beneath my hands planted on his chest.

My fingers trail down his stomach, lightly scraping before scraping back up to his pecs. I lightly scrape my nails over his nipple and take pride in the way his breath hitches and he jumps beneath me.

“Stop playin with me. I want you to fuck me. Now,” he commands impatiently.

We both knew that if he was desperate enough he could throw me off him and drove himself into me, taking what we both wanted. But I knew deep down somewhere he found it sexy when I took control and drew things out to tease him.

Relenting, I lift myself, bracing my weight onto my hands pressed against his chest. One of his hand withdraws from my hip to grab himself and line himself up with me.

I lower myself slightly, taking his tip and halting every movement. His hand returns to my waist in a punishing grip. Waiting a beat, I lower myself down the slightest bit more before I halt again.

A sigh slips out as I contract around him. Looking down at him beneath me I clench even harder around him as he looks up at me beneath his eyelashes. Cheeks flushed with slightly elevated breaths.

I tilt my head at him, a smirk slowly creeping onto my face as I purposefully clench around him again, teasing him.

“Darling..” he warns me as his hands flex around my waist, trying to control his urge to slam up into me.

“Hmm?” My eyes flutter as I continue to study him, unmoving despite everything in me wanting to slam down onto him.

“Cmon..” he groans out as he tightens his hands and shifts slighting beneath me. That slightest movement causes him to slip into me a little more. Both of us sighing out at the movement.

“Darlin, pleasee..mov-“ I cut of his desperate plea when I suddenly slam down onto him, welcoming him the rest of the way.

Our moans mix together as his eyes slam shut and his head tilts back further into his pillow. A look of pure ecstasy scrawled across his face.

His hands abandon my waist in favour of copping me beneath my thighs, impatiently lifting me back up to lower me back down onto him. His nails digging into me draws out a whimper.

“Faster darlin,” he encourages. He’s completely at my mercy. Situated beneath me and begging me to fuck him faster.

I raise up onto my toes and balance myself on my hands still braced against his chest. Smirking down at him I raise up off of him and slam back down onto him.

I resist the urge to close my eyes as pleasure courses through me and instead keep my eyes on Rick. How his lips are parted open and eyes fluttering each time our hips meet. His groans tumbling out my desperate then the last.

“That’s it, fuck that’s so good,” he groans out, supporting more of my weight beneath his hands as he helps me bounce on him, actions beginning to become more desperate.

I grab onto his forearms, trailing my hands to his wrist and gripping them in my hands so I can rip them from thighs, slamming myself back down onto him.

His eyes pop open, staring up at me as his breaths tumble quicker out of his lungs. I pin his wrists to his chest and brace them there with my weight as I draw myself up and drop myself back down onto him.

My back arches when he hits that bundle inside of me that draws out a more sharper and louder moan. His hips snap up into me in response. Eyes half open as he tries to focus on my face admist the pleasure he’s being subjected to.

Leaning forward slightly I position myself better so when I slam back down onto him he hits that bundle that drives me crazy again. His eyes brighten as he watches me beneath his lashes.

“Harder,” he challenges, eyes drunk on the way i writhe in pleasure above him.

I release his hands from his waist to brace my own on either side of his head, towering over him even more. His hands replace themselves onto my hips as he helps me bounce on him in shorter but harder thrusts.

My back bows even further at the assault on that particular bundle. I drop my forehead to his, breaths coming out in short pants as that knot inside me tightens so quickly my actions become animalistic as I drive to bring myself of the long awaited edge.

“So close. ‘M so close darlin,” Rick mewls beneath me as his actions become even more desperate.

I pull back from his forehead, to gaze down at him through my barely opened eyes. At the sight of his wet lips and crazed look locked on where we join and seperate I explode around him.

That knot that tightened unexpectedly quick unraveled slow compared to how fast it grew. My body tensed and my back arches even further as my movements came to a halt, riding out the pleasure lapping at every vein my body.

Spasming around him, Rick groans and holds me up off of him as he plants his feet to piston into me desperately, chasing his own release. I cry out again as his bruising thrusts hit that spot again, causing more waves to add to the pleasure of the first orgasm.

Tightening even further around him, Ricks hips falter as he bottoms out one last time and explodes, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut as he groans loudly throughout it.

Coming down from the addicting high, I collapse against his chest, body jelly and unable to hold up my own weight as my blood continues to sizzle.

Ricks arms come around me once again, securing me to his body as he isn’t against one another, spent in the best way possible.

We continue to embrace one another before I rise up above him on shaking arms. I feel a smile creep onto my face as I look back down onto him and take in the way his curls stick his forehead. Chest heaving as a light pink still dusts his cheeks.

I feel my smile turn smug as a satisfied smile crosses his face as his eyes flutter open and his now softened gaze meets mine once again.

@catt-leya - it’s been a while

[chubb-e-cheese]

I met my partner 7 months ago on an app for ethically non monogamous relationships. First impression was this dude is hot af. He has these gorgeous thick thighs 🥵, an adorable belly, perfect beard, full soft lips…. He is just a beautiful, sexy human. And then getting to know him I have come to realize that he is beautiful on the inside too. He’s so kind and funny and thoughtful and CALM and hard working and consistent. He’s just the best. We were both seeing other people when we starting dating, but those other relationships have naturally fizzled out. We’ve talked about closing things for a little while to take some time to build a good foundation with one another before we decide to open things up again. We’ve also discussed that we’re both ambiamorous, and feel that we could be happy being either poly or mono. So we have no expectations of the dynamic that our relationship will take over time. Maybe we will open things up, and maybe we won’t. It feels good that we’ve already had that structure at one point, and learned a lot of really good communication skills from having been poly. I’m really happy, and excited about the relationship that we’ve been building together. With this new shift, it feels like we’re starting a different level of dating with one another, and I’m excited to get to know him even more in this capacity.

Ayyy sounds so sweet! happy for you both :)

[austinslounge]

I'm sorry, but the Long Hair Austin Era was some next-level of hotness that I just can't even put into words 🥵🥵

I highly advocate for him to do another role where he grows his hair long. What do you all think? 🤔

[siriuslysatorusimping]

YES!! YAKUZA AU IS ALWAYS SO GOOD WITH JJK 😍 HOT MEN HOT WOMEN SPICY ROMANCE CRAZY DRAMA THE SEXY TATTOOS 🥵 CAN'T WAIT FOR IT 🥹

I have a question but I'm not sure if you have answered it before 🤔 about the yakuza au if you don't mind; Will Yakuza Goinko (yes we have chosen this ship name) be going the same route as Another Level (fwb to lovers) or Physical Paradox (friends to lovers) or you will be going a whole new route with their romance? 🤔 Because I have totally no clue how this Yakuza au will go, and I am so very excited about it!! 🫡🍷

I haven't answered this before (I don't think 🤔)

It's gonna be a bit of a straight to lovers 🫠 I've seen a few Yakuza fics that have enemies to lovers, and while that's very hot, I feel like there will be plenty of conflict coming from external forces (kinda like in Another Level). BUT, they won't be exclusive per se. It'll be a bit of a power imbalance, too, but he won't hold that over her too much.

Either way, Gojo is still gonna be sleeping with whoever he wants, but he's gonna be a bit possessive of Rinko 👀👀 Just remember, this is a Yakuza fic and their relationship isn't gonna be the healthiest of our Goinko (I still can't believe this is what we've chosen I'm dying 😂) AUs 😅

I might post another preview 🤔 Or I might just drop the first chapter 👀

[fighting4ml]

Been in love witchu. U make me feel like I ain’t been in love before. I ain’t ever want it. Seen it. Felt it. U ever felt seen. Like someone just sees you. Everything. Naked before you even take your clothes off. Good/bad. And felt like they seen you. Understood you. Wanted to protect you. Provide for you. Push you.

You ever carried a man in your spirit. His smile in the back of your head. His touch with every sense of joy. His laugh with every cry, not because they laughing at you but because they don’t want to see you to. His stamina on your step. Fuck. How did I get here.

I said only my husband would be able to realese me from keem.

One of my favorite and painful parts in my life was loving you. And even though it didn’t end the way I wanted… I’m still so very grateful it happened. No regrets.

I’m giving you to God tho Shawd. Ik if anybody can fix it. Anybody that I trust to have your back it’s him. Even when u went against mine. I asked him to forgive you. Cause idk… I think your soul has been lost for a long time and it’s almost like when I found you. I found myself. And I just … had a hard time letting that go.

It feels like leaving a part of me behind cause I’m a bitch ass stubborn mf. But I get it. I do. To many factors.

All I know. I seen you overcoming them all. More than that. I thought we could do it together. I felt like me by your side. And you by mines. Our dreams in a chokehold. U did make me believe in myself more even when you were trying to.

But … I believe you felt me the same way I felt you. U were just better at hiding it. Then did your dammedest to give me a reason. But not really. You swear the devil got you but I swear to God boy God is all over you.

Maybe that’s another part that attracted me to you. I loved seeing your highest self take control. So sexy. It was God. You can’t tell me otherwise. And Ik you’ll find him, he already found you.

I wanna talk. I wanna smell your beard and feel your heartbeat 🥵🥺😭 grossssssssssss

U don’t know me. But seeing the devil in you brought the God outa me. And if seeing the God in scared all the demons living inside of you. I still see you in there … that sweet boy surrounded by those demons. Boy I done slayeddddd for you in the spiritual baby 😭 they is after you. After your being. Your belief in self. Your faith. Your purpose. They wanna keep you stuck at level 4 thinking it’s 10 when you really built for 11. But shit let me tell it right.

Idk. I think God be telling me shit for a reason. And when the conclusion of you brings me peace Ik it’s of God.

U a grown man. I ain’t tryn tell you what you should or can do. I don’t want to control you. I want you to lead me. Show me what you truly want. Not what u lust. But what you desire. Tell me …

I can’t stand around and wait for ya. My heart I’m giving it back to God. Cause I really wanted to feel something real, magical, spiritual and he gave me you.

Not to be rude to God but I think he don’t like me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😭

It’s okay. I trust you G. Fuck him. Love him but fuck him. Iguess whatever.

I love you God. I trust you. We getting married wassup? You want me or sum?

[markantonys]

the gathering storm chapter 29-38

rand: starts reciting The List me: lowers audiobook volume

“the list always began with moiraine. that name hurt the most of all, for he could have saved her. he should have. he hated himself for allowing her to sacrifice herself for him.” yes, rand, she died because you were too much of a wuss about killing women to kill lanfear. and now you are enforcing your killing women wussiness by dwelling on moiraine and the list. do you not see the problem here.

rand mentions twice in this chapter that he intends the sun throne for elayne! neither in a way that indicates that she’s his girlfriend or even that he cares about her at all on a personal level, though, of course, but i am starving for crumbs over here.

lews therin adds min’s name to the list. min has been fridged for rand’s manpain and she isn’t even dead! an incredible feat.

“even if semirhage had been behind the action, rand was the one who had been too weak to send min away and protect her.” YEAH NO SHIT “he [still] hadn’t sent her away.” oh MY god. “min might die here, but if he sent her away, she would be in just as much danger. his enemies likely suspected that he loved her.” yeah because you’ve been keeping her around plastered to your side 24/7 and making exceptions to your Push Away To Protect rule just for her!! i’m going to scream! (clarifying once again that i don’t actually agree with rand that he needs to send all his loved ones away to protect him, it just frustrates me that he makes nonsense exceptions for min, constantly whines about those exceptions, and then continues to make them. especially considering that min is by far the most vulnerable of all his loved ones since she can’t channel, has no means of protection against channeling (like mat’s medallion), and also has barely any non-channeling-related combat skills.)

“it came to him that domani people were far less striking when gathered together like this. a flower in a field of weeds was always a sight, but if you passed cultivated flower beds every day, none of them drew your notice.” domani PEOPLE, rand? not just domani women? [files away in my Bi Rand evidence folder, whose other contents include every interaction rand has ever had with mat and with male forsaken] elayne having a bi panic over all the hot topless sea folk vs. rand surrounded by hot domanis and deciding there’s too much prettiness to even notice it anymore: fight

“people did not respond to anger. they did not respond to demands. silence and questions, these were far more effective. indeed, merise - a fully trained aes sedai - wilted before that stare.” “‘what you did, it was a foolish move,’ merise continued. ‘you should-’ ‘do you think me a fool, then?’ rand asked softly. respond to demands with silence, respond to challenges with questions.” this is very sexy of rand

“‘enough.’ he did not yell the word. he spoke firmly, but quietly. he made her feel the full force of his displeasure, his gaze seizing her own.” 😳🥵 can’t believe rand’s been on a baby boy → daddy arc this whole time

rand is carrying the saidin access key to keep saidin and the true power fighting each other so he won’t succumb to the temptation of either. “like two people, both yelling for his attention, they drowned one another out. for the moment.” we also learn later in the chapter that the reason the bore was made was because people wanted to drill into the dark one’s prison for a new power source, but that source turned out to be the dark one himself. a nice and long overdue history reveal! no offense to moiraine and lan but i’d much rather have had a prequel novel about lews therin and the forsaken. we only get their stories in tantalizing little tidbits! i would love it if the show did more with AOL cold opens/flashbacks than the books have done thus far.

RAND THINKS ABOUT AVIENDHA INDIVIDUALLY FOR 2 WHOLE PARAGRAPHS IN A ROMANTIC WAY!!!!! 📣📣📣

“it would be easier to tame the wind itself than to get [aiel] to behave like wetlanders. that made him think of aviendha.” ROMANCE!! “where had she gone, so suddenly? he could feel her through the bond, but it was faint - she was very far away. to the east. what business was there for her in the waste?” come on rand are you so uninvested in your girlfriend’s career that it doesn’t even occur to you maybe she had to go to rhuidean to become a full wise one? you know that’s a thing!

“he had hoped that he would be able to spend some time with her, but she’d pointedly avoided him.” you and me both my dude! but, interesting how you never once thought about her while she was actually around, yet now that she’s gone are claiming that you wanted to spend time with her. swear to god the narrative just Did Not Know how to handle the prospect of rand having romantic thoughts about 2 present girlfriends at the same time. only now that avi is gone is he allowed to think about her and acknowledge that he loves her.

“well, perhaps it was min’s presence that kept her away.” lmao even rand knows that min hates sharing and is A Problem for avi. “perhaps he would be able to keep himself from hurting her before death came. better that aviendha fled. his enemies didn’t know of her yet.” see, the problem with the Min Double Standard is that now it comes off as rand actually loving avi MORE than he loves min, since he’s glad his enemies don’t know of her but has been flaunting min in their faces this whole time. which is an impression i’m certainly not mad about 😌 (also, lanfear absolutely did know about avi, and rand knows that and just a few pages before this wondered whether lanfear could be alive again since ishamael is.)

“dobraine has never given us reason to doubt him. he even gathered support for elayne to take the sun throne!” rand: i trust this guy because he supports my wife. king shit and malewife behavior! also, i noticed him and lews therin thinking in first person plural quite a bit this chapter, which is an interesting development.

“four broad windows behind him - each large enough to walk through - ushered overcast sunlight into the room, and it fell on his back as he sat in the chair and leaned forward, one arm resting across his knees.” Rand Sexily Sprawling In Chairs AND Rand Being Sexily Silhouetted By Conveniently Placed Sunlight at the same time? oh i am being spoiled!

“he already had more problems with women than he knew how to handle.” why did establishing mutual love and commitment and warder bonding with all 3 of his girlfriends not change any aspect of rand’s love life in the slightest. he’s acting like he’s still in the “3 confusing women messing with my head” stage rather than the “3 committed girlfriends whom i know love me” stage. oh right, it’s because Men And Women Can Never Understand Each Other No Matter How Close They Are, how could i have forgotten.

rand continues to be very sexy in this scene 🥵 i hope for the return of Baby Boy Rand someday but by god am i going to enjoy Daddy Rand while it lasts. sentences i never would have expected to type back in eotw jfkjgh

i was today years old when i realized how apt it is for the slutty forsaken (graendal. not that they aren’t all sluts.) to make her base in the slutty country (arad doman)

“gawyn remembered very little of his father - the man had never been much of a father, to him at least” [slaps roof of the trakand siblings] these bad boys can fit so many daddy issues inside them. turns out one of gawyn’s few memories of taringail is overhearing him give galad sexist advice (never trust pretty women or aes sedai, and light help you if you have to face someone who’s both) so that’s fun.

“a few months later, galad would rescue gawyn from drowning in that very pond.” my boys!! we better get Baby Trakands cold opens in the show!

describing how lelaine is pretty in a dangerous way: “she wasn’t pretty like egwene, who made you want to spend time with her.” not gawyn out here with one of the sweetest descriptions of a love interest anyone in the whole series has ever given 🥺 i am still thinking about when egwene saw in his dreams that he sees her as more beautiful and himself as less handsome than they are in reality (in egwene’s opinion). maybe that moment was the origin of my first sparks of Loving Gawyn, now that i’m thinking about it, because we hadn’t seen much of him til then and i remember that that moment Got Me Good.

gawyn’s already figured out he can play lelaine and romanda off each other. smart lad! and he is just SO done with aes sedai, he and mat and rand really could have been buddies in different circumstances. on the other hand, gawyn hating brother-in-law #1 and being hated by brother-in-law #2 as a result is hilarious because family dinners would just be like

“his connection to elayne was the only thing he had with which to bargain, and he had to ration his usefulness to stretch it long. it irked him. elayne wasn’t a bargaining chip, she was his sister! but it was all he had.” baby booooy

more seeds in this chapter of gawyn being all mat-style “egwene’s in over her head and needs me to rescue her” and potentially setting up for him to pull a rescue mission that will be unwelcome to egwene, BUT he’s also noticing the respect the other sisters have for her and is realizing that she’s competent and not a pawn, so that’s good.

“but why did she refuse to allow a rescue? traveling had been rediscovered [so a rescue attempt would be easy]” “he needed to talk to her. then he could judge if her unwillingness to escape came from a fear of putting others in danger, or if it was something else.” over the course of his past 2 chapters, gawyn has advocated for 1) characters all being in the same location, 2) characters actually taking advantage of Traveling, and 3) characters communicating with each other. relatable king!

“gawyn didn’t have a mind for the game of stones lately...the truth was, he’d never been very good at the game in the first place” NOT ME PUTTING THIS EXACT THING IN A FIC MONTHS AGO do i know my boy or do i know my boy!

“he would give no loyalty to the white tower, but neither would he offer it to these rebels.” gawyn has progressed from “can’t decide which side to choose” to “i will simply not choose a side” bless his indecisive ass

“egwene and elayne held his heart and his honor.” ❤️❤️ what’s not to love about gawyn? his entire personality is being indecisive, loving egwene and elayne, and being overly obsessed with rand, which is also MY entire personality.

“rand al’thor. gawyn didn’t believe bryne’s defense of the man. oh, he believed that bryne meant what he said - but he was mistaken. it could happen to the best of people, taken in by the charisma of a creature like al’thor.” okay gawyn. let me get this (not) straight. you’re completely obsessed with rand and also see him as some sort of evil seductive siren with sexy charisma and persuasive powers? is there........is there something you want to share with the class? every time gawyn angsts about Needing To Choose A Side i yearn to make his arc a bisexuality metaphor, don’t tempt me any further sanderson!

but rand IS the sexiest and most fuckable person on the continent, so we can’t blame gawyn for having a confusing lil crush-slash-onesided-homoerotic-rivalry when the entire population of randland does too

gawyn also adds that rand “had fooled elayne herself” come on my man you know your sister better than that! i am DYYYYYYYING for my trakand family reunion! if i could pick only 2 of them to reunite, it would be gawyn and elayne. i need to see them discuss rand!!! and gawyn find out that elayne’s having rand’s babies jkdjfgjh oh my god

“that skill of yours with the sword is no small gift. where do you use it?” kid with veins popping out of his forehead meme and it’s me trying so hard not to turn this into a sex metaphor as part of gawyn’s Choosing A Side bisexuality metaphor

“‘i know you were never as single-minded as your brother. i suppose i should have seen this in you.’” “‘did you question, once?’ gawyn asked.” “‘then what’s the answer? where do you put your trust? whom do i serve?’ ‘i don’t know.’ ‘then why ask in the first place?’ ‘i don’t know the answer because there isn’t one. at least, each person’s answer is their own.’” “gawyn felt as if he didn’t know what the different sides were. let alone which one to pick for himself.” I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!! that’s it, i’m reading this arc through The Bi Metaphor Lens from now on and you will all have to suffer through it! now, do i ACTUALLY read gawyn as bi? not really (tho his lil rand obsession sure is some kind of something). but the metaphor!!!!

between Bi Gawyn and Daddy Rand i feel like this recap has been even more unhinged than usual so far. sorry about that. no i’m not. i’m just going back to my roots, my early series liveblogging was SO unhinged.

“‘we must have peace with the seanchan,’ [rand] said. ‘differences notwithstanding.’ ‘differences?’ flinn asked. ‘i don’t rightly think i’d call that a difference, my lord. they want to enslave every one of us, maybe execute us. they think it’s a favor to do either!’” FUCKING THANK YOU FLINN finally somebody acknowledges this! where was this energy in mat’s COT-KOD plotline?

rand asks after lan and nynaeve says “his actions are none of your concern” once again proving the Rand Is Paranoid But Only Because Everyone Keeps Things From Him theme lmao but rand has figured out he’s gone to malkier and says so, and nynaeve does reveal some further info.

“he deserves what he will get, for riding without the rest of us” “his death could serve me well indeed” RAND! show your father some respect!

“a very quiet place, deep inside of him, was struck with worry over his friend. he had to ignore that worry, silence it. but that voice whispered to him. he named you friend. do not abandon him.” 😭😭

“the colors swirled before his eyes, revealing an image of perrin standing by a tent with galad. why was perrin with galad of all people? and when had elayne’s half-brother joined the whitecloaks? the colors changed to mat, riding through the streets of a familiar city. caemlyn? thom was there, with him.” WHAT WHAT WHAT you can’t just drop “perrin is hanging out with galad” and “mat has reached caemlyn (and elayne)” on me out of the blue like this and then not let me see their plotlines!!! first time in my life i have ever been eager to return to perrin’s pov jkfjg also does rand just not remember that galad is also his own half-brother? that connection was truly so wasted, i hope the show actually does something with it.

“rand frowned to himself. he could feel a pull from perrin and mat, both distant. it was their ta’veren natures, trying to draw them together. they both needed to be with him for the last battle.” AND YET (according to what i’ve seen said) THE 3 BOYS ARE NEVER IN A SCENE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES i’m so upset!!!! the entire series was building to the 3 of them needing to be together at the last battle so why the fuck doesn’t it happen???

“[lan] is your friend, rand. light! and what of perrin and mat? do you know where they are? what has happened to them?” “they live.” “how do you know?” “i simply do. and they had better remain alive. i’ll have need of them both before this is over.” “rand! they’re your friends!” “they’re threads in the pattern, nynaeve. i barely know them anymore, and i suspect they would say the same thing of me.” “don’t you care about them?” “care? what i care about is the last battle. what i care about is making peace with the light-cursed seanchan so that i can stop bothering with their squabbles and get to the real battle. beside those cares, a pair of boys from my little village are meaningless.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THIS HURT MY FEELINGS SO BAD

and then rand blows up at nynaeve to the point of instinctively grabbing the access key, and nynaeve gets scared 😭😭😭

it makes me so upset that the majority of rand’s emotional arc/connections is anchored solely in min these days, when his relationships with the other ef4 matter so much more to me and make me feel so much more! because those were the core relationships we were introduced to at the beginning of the series, so by all narrative rules they should have continued to remain core throughout! ESPECIALLY rand and mat - rand spent the majority of book 1 alone with mat, his main motivation in book 2 was to get the dagger to save mat, and he continued to be anchored to mat and have a number of deeply emotional moments with him in books 4-5 (most notably rhuidean + rand using balefire for the first time to save mat’s life + mat’s (and avi’s) death at rahvin’s hands pushing rand over the edge and prompting him to use balefire again + the fact that rand’s Using of mat in tfoh (tricking him into revealing his battle memories) was his first real breaking point and the first thing that pushed him into deciding that he had to become hard and freeze out tears). by all narrative rules mat should have remained one of rand’s most significant relationship anchors throughout the series! and i’m not even speaking only from a cauthor shipping lens there! it’s just straight up narrative rules!

“he only had to keep things balanced a short time longer. then it could end. and he found that he was beginning to look forward to that end as much as lews therin did.” 😭😭😭

amazing how much more invested i am in a rand chapter when min is not present or dwelled on in a significant way at any point during it lmao

“[rand] wore a dark red robe with black dragons embroidered up the arms...though his hair was tousled from sleep, his eyes were alert. he strode into the sitting room, ever the king - even now, long after midnight and just awakened, he walked as if he were absolutely certain of himself.” 🥵🥵 god i cannot WAIT to see all rand’s slutty richboy outfits onscreen

in this chapter, min arrives with rand, has no dialogue at all, and then falls asleep for the rest of the scene. that’s it. why does she exist. she’s literally just an accessory for rand the same as his swords and fancy bathrobes. but min is at her best when she’s spending a scene unconscious and allowing me to forget she’s there, so i’m fine with this.

“stop. do you believe that i can kill you? do you believe that if i simply said the word, your heart would stop beating? i am the dragon reborn. do you believe that i can take your life, or your soul itself, if i so much as will it to happen?” this again! rand is about to make me act up for real!

“rand lowered himself to one knee, cradling the youth’s chin in his hand, staring into his eyes.” god i wish that were me

rand refers to tam by his first name in conversation with nynaeve which feels very strange, i feel like before he always referred to him aloud as “my father”

“many times before, nynaeve had seen affection in [rand’s] eyes when he regarded [min], but this time they were blank.” nice, we love to see that jfkgjh

in all seriousness, this whole convo between rand and nynaeve about the mountain that’s too tall to climb and survive the trip back down is wonderful!!! some of my favorite snippets:

“i continue to wonder why you all assume that i am too dense to see what you find so obvious. yes, nynaeve. yes, this hardness will destroy me. i know.”

“‘but that’s just a story,’ nynaeve said. ‘a legend.’ ‘that’s what i am,’ rand said. ‘a story. a legend. to be told to children years from now, spoken of in whispers.’”

“you all claim that i have grown too hard, that i will inevitably shatter and break if i continue on. but you assume that there needs to be something left of me to continue on. that i need to climb back down the mountain once i’ve reached the top. that’s the key, nynaeve. i see it now. i will not live through this, and so i don’t need to worry about what might happen to me after the last battle. i don’t need to hold back, don’t need to salvage anything of this beaten up soul of mine.”

“i can’t indulge myself. i’ll climb this bloody mountain and face the sun. you all will deal with what comes next. that is how it must be.”

boy, it sure would be a great time for someone to tell rand that he is expecting two babies! that sure would give him a much-needed reason to want to live past the last battle! it sure would be nice! genuinely, this HAS to be the sole reason avi and elayne aren’t allowed to spend any time with him whatsoever in this portion of the series, because the very first second they heard him saying things like this they’d be like “but our babies are on the way and they deserve to know their dad!” and that would be a game-changer for rand (or at least for show!rand who never wanted anything more than to be a stay-at-home dad, book!rand i’m not as certain about).

“the difference between you and cadsuane is that you actually care about me. she only cares about my place in her plans. she wants me to be part of the last battle. you want me to live.” EXACTLY!!! maybe it will become clear eventually, but as of now i just do not understand why cadsuane needed to exist at all in this story, she’s accomplished nothing. “for that, you have my thanks. dream on my behalf, nynaeve. dream for things i no longer can.” 😭😭

happy to say that this mat chapter did, for the most part, spark an enormous amount of joy! perhaps the most joy i’ve gotten from a mat chapter since he saved elayne from the gholam in acos!

first, we learn that mat has not actually reached caemlyn yet, so now i’m thinking that, since you guys have said that TGS focuses on rand and egwene and TOM on mat and perrin, those two books happen roughly concurrently and thus rand’s current plotline is a bit ahead of mat’s - rand is seeing mat in caemlyn, but in mat’s own plotline he’s still en route. so i’m guessing we’ll see how perrin and galad first cross paths later this book or next book!

MAT’S ELABORATE COVER STORIES FOR THE BAND i honestly think this might have been the hardest i’ve laughed while reading WOT hjdkfg usually when i say something made me laugh, i mean that it gave me an internal chuckle, but this time i actually was laughing out loud! for quite some time!

“you’re a new apprentice. thom knows you don’t have any talent, but he took pity on you because your great-aunt - with whom you’ve lived since your parents died in a tragic oxen stampede - took sick of the clover pox and went crazy. she started feeding you table scraps and treated you like the family hound, marks, who’d run away when you were just seven.” “you secretly harbor a love of painting, and you wish you could escape this life of death you’ve committed yourself to. you came through trusair on your way south, rather than taking a more direct route, because you love the mountains. you’re hoping to hear word of your younger brother, whom you haven’t seen in years, and who disappeared on a hunting trip in southern andor.” me crafting in-depth backstories for my sims and then never actually doing any gameplay with them.

this is Exactly the sort of tomfoolery, shenanigans, and hijinks i’ve been missing from mat’s pov in the second half of the series! anybody who says this part was stupid or a waste of time or making mat dumb for comic relief hates fun. maybe it’s not exaaactly something i could picture rj’s mat doing, but it’s hilarious so i don’t care. and plus, the explanation he gives - he’s so tired of being caught by danger unawares that he’s decided to painstakingly plan out every last detail of this scheme - makes sense and justifies it to me.

mat first mentions a twinkle in talmanes’s eyes, then, upon realizing talmanes is making fun of him, thinks “burn that twinkle” and by the light for half a second i really thought the audiobook was about to say “burn that twink”

“he did catch a glimpse of talmanes rolling his eyes. burn the man! there was good drama in those pages!” JDKFJG i think that after the last battle elayne should become mat’s sugar mama and patron of the arts (which is the same thing) and sponsor him to write plays.

“burn it, mat. you’re married now, he told himself. aludra was pretty, though.” i’ve said it before, but mat is absolutely going to cheat on tuon post-canon and they are absolutely going to have their messy divorce/civil war. this man NEEDS an open relationship! and rand’s polycule is right there ready to welcome him!

mat thinks about how he doesn’t know what to call egeanin (who was forcibly renamed leilwin by tuon) because he thinks it’s “foolish to go about changing your name just because someone said you had to” but he doesn’t blame her for “not wanting to rile tuon. she was a bloody stubborn one, tuon was.” because obviously tuon’s renaming of egeanin was just her being stubborn and egeanin not wanting to annoy her, rather than an issue of deeply ingrained brainwashing, hierarchies, and slave culture. sigh.

mat thinks it’s weird that egeanin continues to call herself leilwin even now that tuon is gone, and despite being so close to acknowledging that Something Is Fucked Up With Seanchan Culture And With Tuon Specifically, he concludes, “women! they made no sense, and seanchan women least of all.” sigh. but this was just about my only Sigh portion this chapter i think!

okay, we learn that mat is definitely still planning to produce the dragons for rand’s use! so mat is still planning to go to rand after all! i am content.

“mention of rand brought the colors swirling into mat’s vision, and he suppressed a sigh as he shook them away.” a sigh of longing, perhaps???

“maybe rand could manage costs like these, but mat certainly couldn’t. why, he’d have to dice with the queen of andor herself to find this kind of coin!” i see zero problems here, mat. elayne would LOVE to dice with you! and she and rand would LOVE to take you on as their sugar baby and spoil you with all the money to produce mass weapons you could ever wish for!

“but that was rand’s problem.” mat says fuck it, rand will have to be elayne’s sugar baby instead. “burn him, he’d better appreciate what mat was going through for him.” mat is hoping for a kiss on the lips from rand when they finally reunite (and he will get one).

mat and aludra’s brief flirtation/romance is actually acknowledged! “their eyes met for a moment, and mat realized he’d probably been too curt with her. maybe he was uncomfortable around her. a little. they’d been getting close before tuon. and was that pain, hidden in aludra’s eyes?” wait that’s so sad 😭 aludra deserves better. and mat deserves better.

“he took a deep breath. ‘look, i know that...well, it’s odd how tuon-’ she waved a hand, cutting him off. ‘it is nothing. i have my dragons. you have brought me the chance to create them. other matters are no longer of concern. i wish you happiness.’” 😭

“he felt a strange tugging, as if someone had hooked a fisherman’s line about his insides and was softly - but insistently - pulling on it. rand, is that you, burn you?” oh my god. in a series full of homoerotic ta’veren pull descriptions, this one just might take the cake!

“it was hard not to offend a seanchan. them and the bloody aiel. strange how opposite they could be in many ways, yet the same in so many others.” i’ve thought this too when we’ve seen references to the seanchan’s concept of shame (sei’something i think), an interesting thought i’d love the books to poke at more!

VERIN HAS ARRIVED!! she was straight up putting up “have you seen this man” posters of mat jkfjgjdfg i love her. that’s one way to reel in your local ta’veren.

“‘what do you want?’ he asked. ‘frankly,’ she replied, sighing slightly, ‘what i want, matrim cauthon, is to be cut free from your ta’veren web! do you know how long you’ve forced me to wait in these mountains?’” verin i love you. can’t wait to someday find out what the hell her endgame is and what she’s been up to and trying to accomplish this whole time.

rand arrives at falme and instantly thinks about mat twice (“memories of a time when mat had constantly ribbed him for wearing fine coats, despite the fact that rand tried to avoid them” “fain had led him to falme, bearing the horn of valere and the ruby dagger to which mat had been bound”)

“at falme, the shepherd boy had burned, his ashes scattered and blown away by those ocean winds. from those ashes, the dragon reborn had risen.” 😭😭

“min hadn’t come with him this day.” sentences that make you fistpump. “just a few weeks before, he wouldn’t have been able to keep her from accompanying him, no matter what. now she remained behind without a single protest.” don’t tell me min has actually finally learned her lesson about hindering rand in dangerous situations???

“rand reached down, touching the sword he wore at his waist. it was the curved one, with the scabbard of black, painted with the twisting dragon, red and gold. for more reasons than one, it made him think of the last time he had been in falme. ‘i killed a man with a sword for the first time in this city,’ rand said softly.” THIS MYSTERIOUS NEW SWORD BETTER BE TAM’S SWORD FIXED UP I SWEAR!!!

rand is having more issues than ever with losing himself amid lews therin, and now nynaeve asks if he’s okay and he says “we are fine” continuing the trend of more frequent use of first person plural. iiiiiinteresting.

(now in tuon pov) “his clothing was otherwise unadorned. as if he saw no need to distract from his face with finery.” rand is hot shit and he knows it

tuon wonders if the rumors that he grew up as a farmboy were just planted to make him seem like a man of the people, because he has such strong Noble Bearing. i love that she doesn’t even know the dragon reborn is her husband’s childhood friend. mat is good at keeping secrets and holding back info about rand from untrustworthy people, unlike many other characters!

“[marath’damane] were unnatural. dangerous. tuon could no more grow comfortable around an unleashed damane than she could tolerate having a grassfang twisted around her ankle, its tongue tickling her skin.” YOU ARE MARATH’DAMANE!!! WHAT A NARRATIVE WASTE!!!

we learn that the seanchan call men who can channel “tsorov’ande doon,” Black-Souled Tempests, which is maybe the sexiest title/group name i’ve ever heard in my life (other than prince of ravens which deserves to go along with a better spouse for mat)

“his words sounded a great deal like a demand. tuon had shown him great respect by placing him at her level, but one did not give orders to the imperial family.” “‘we expected to find a united kingdom, ready to praise us and lend us armies for the last battle. instead, we found a fractured land that had forgotten its oaths and prepared for nothing...it does not bring us pleasure to kill you, no more than it brings a parent joy to discipline a child who has gone astray.’” the seanchan make me so mad i can’t

“‘no,’ al’thor said, interrupting tuon. ‘but surely you can see that one ruler, with-’ ‘no,’ he said, softly, yet more firmly. more dangerous. ‘i will not see another person chained by your foul leashes.’ ‘foul? they are the only way to deal with those who can channel!’ ‘we have survived without them for centuries.’ ‘and you have-’ ‘this is not a point i will concede,’ al’thor said.” 👏👏👏👏👏 SEXY!!!! maybe rand’s seanchan alliance can have some rights, unlike perrin’s where he cheerfully sold off hundreds of shaido channelers into slavery.

tuon decides she needs to throw him off and says “‘perhaps [we could talk about] something we have in common.’ ‘i doubt there is much in that area that is relevant.’ ‘oh? and what of matrim cauthon?’ yes, that shocked him. the dragon reborn blinked, mouth opening slightly.” why does this give off vibes of “woman about to confront her husband’s lover with the fact that she knows about their affair” jdkjfgh

rand, upon hearing that mat kidnapped tuon: “well. i trust that mat had his reasons. he always does. and they seem so logical to him at the time.” trusting and exasperatedly fond boyfriend!

tuon thinks that the prospect of teaching mat to live properly according to seanchan high blood ways “seemed a shame to her - for reasons she could not explain to herself.” is this a sign that she likes him as he is? could there be hope that tuon has actually developed 1% as a character? very interesting.

NYNAEVE DEFENDING MAT 😭😭😭😭😭 AND RAND TOO!!! i simply HAVE to quote the conversation in full because it gave me so many emotions!

tuon: what type of man is he, this matrim cauthon? i must admit, i found him to be something of an indolent scoundrel, too quick to find excuses to avoid oaths he’d taken. nynaeve: don’t speak of him that way! rand: nynaeve... nynaeve: don’t hush me, rand al’thor. he’s your friend too. matrim cauthon is one of the finest men you will ever know, your highness, and i won’t listen to ill speech of him. what’s right is right. rand: nynaeve is right. he is a good man. mat may seem a little rough at times, but he is as solid a friend as one could hope for. though he does grumble about what his conscience makes him do. nynaeve: he saved my life. rescued me at great cost and personal danger when no other thought to come for me. yes, he drinks and gambles far too much. but don’t speak of him as if you know him, because you don’t. his heart is golden, under it all. if you’ve hurt him... tuon: hurt him? he kidnapped me! rand: if he did so, then there was cause.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i need to go lie down for an hour! this was so much!!!!! they love him so much!!!! nynaeve loves her kids whom nobody but her is allowed to criticize!!! also, get out of here with your fandom “mat is a bad friend to rand” narrative, even rand himself AT HIS WORST AND MOST SELF-ISOLATED AND UNTRUSTING says that mat is as solid a friend as one could hope for!!!

rand: mat’s just a thread in the pattern, i barely know him anymore, he’s not important rand when someone insults mat: mat is the best man i’ve ever known actually

oh my god cinematic parallels to show!rand “if i wanted a man i could do better” but then going “mat is the best man i’ve ever known actually” when egwene insults him in 1x07

crying at rand not once but TWICE going “well if - IF - it’s true that mat kidnapped you, then i know he was justified” we are 12 books into the series and rand is STILL taking a hard “mat has done nothing wrong ever in his life i know this and i love him” stance!!! my heart is very full right now!!! this and mat’s frequent thoughts about rand last chapter have been an absolute cauthor FEAST compared to past books lmao

but a second later rand says “mat doesn’t matter” and gets them back on topic, so he loses a small Good Boyfriend point for that, but he DOES have important shit to do so i won’t hold it against him.

“he leaned forward, trapping tuon’s eyes with his own. who could look away from those intense gray eyes, like steel? ...‘all that matters is need. and i need you.’ he leaned forward further, looming. his form didn’t change, but he suddenly seemed a hundred feet tall. he spoke in that same calm, piercing voice, but there was a threat to it now. an edge. ‘you must call off your attacks,’ he said, nearly a whisper. ‘you must sign a treaty with me. these are not requests. they are my will.’” 😳😳😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

gawyn is onto something, rand’s superpower literally IS just being so sexy and commanding that nobody can think of denying his will. once again i say, ta’veren aren’t real you all just want to fuck rand.

“tuon found herself longing, suddenly, to obey him. to please him.” first of all, mood, most relatable tuon has ever been, second of all, not even tuon is immune to Daddy Rand jdkfjg although in a minute she actually does manage to tell him no and send him away with no alliance.

we’ve now heard several times from several different characters about a VISIBLE darkness emanating from rand, which is super interesting!!! a consequence of using the true power maybe?

and tuon is now Officially the empress (she’d previously held off on declaring herself bc she had to meet TDR as an equal and the empress can’t meet anyone as an equal), and she’s planning to attack the white tower as a strike against rand. uh oh!!!!

another delightful mat chapter! while his first chapter this book was veeeery rough, i’ve actually really enjoyed the other ones! the zombie town did feel like a filler episode, but a fun one rather than an “oh my god we’re wasting so much time getting sidetracked” one. i was right to hope that separating him from tuon would improve him 200% lmao

verin says that mat pulled her to him, mat tries to protest that he’s “barely anything” ta’veren-wise compared to rand, and verin replies “you can’t hide your light in his shadow” romance! poetry! i love that line.

“‘it couldn’t have been rand’s fault, since i’d been able to leave that one easily.’ ‘rand?’ mat asked, dismissing yet another flash of colors. ‘you were with him?’ verin nodded. ‘how...did he seem?’ mat said. ‘is he...you know...’ ‘mad?’ verin asked. mat nodded. ‘i’m afraid so,’ verin said, lips downturning slightly. ‘i think he’s still in control of himself, however.’ ‘bloody one power,’ mat said.” as SOON as he learns verin has seen rand recently, mat wants to know not what rand is up to, but how he’s doing 😭😭😭 he’s so worried about him!!! and is upset with the one power for allegedly driving rand mad!!

“many would like to blame his temperament on saidin, but to do that is to ignore the incredible stresses that we’ve settled on that poor boy’s shoulders.” VERIN BEING THE SMARTEST MOST OBSERVANT MOST EMPATHETIC CHARACTER IN THE SERIES!!! HAS ANYONE ELSE ACKNOWLEDGED THIS UNTIL NOW??? wheel of time: 14 books. wheel of time if verin and lini were rand’s advisors and therapists: 1 book.

mat accepts that rand cleansed saidin without any hesitation or skepticism! “i guess i just think i should feel different, or something. the whole world up and changed on us, didn’t it?” i swear mat is like the only character to treat the cleansing like the huge deal it is! everyone else either didn’t believe it or was kinda like “oh whatever,” even rand and nynaeve.

“you didn’t ask where i got this [incredibly accurate drawing of mat].” “you’re aes sedai. i figured you...you know, saidared it.” JKDFJGKJHKJDF another instance of “maybe dumber than something rj’s mat woul’ve said/done but it’s funny so i don’t care”

obsessed with verin and mat’s dynamic. i would read an entire series of them being travel buddies. especially delightful bc it’s one of the few Mat vs. Aes Sedai scenes that actually feels like Mat vs. Aes Sedai rather than Man vs. Woman.

verin says she will take mat and the band to caemlyn tonight if mat will accept a mysterious sealed paper, not open it for ten days, and then follow its instructions. she is SO unnecessarily shady and extra, i love her. mat doesn’t want to promise to do something without knowing what it will be, so they compromise to mat won’t have to follow the paper’s instructions as long as he remains in caemlyn 30 days so verin can find him again and relieve him of the letter (since she might not need him to go through with its contents). i can’t wait to find out what’s in the letter!!

“was elayne in caemlyn? he’d worried about her, since her escape from ebou dar.” 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ MATLAYNE RIGHTS!!!! and he was just thinking that 50 days (verin’s initial price) was a long time to wait, but it wouldn’t be so bad to do it in caemlyn vs. on the road. which i’m interpreting as he wouldn’t mind sitting around for 50 days if he could spend them with elayne 😌

“if she was there, he might at least be able to get production started quickly on aludra’s dragons.” mat is thinking elayne would help in terms of cost, but we know that she’s something of an inventor and a military strategist herself, so oh boy what if i get to FINALLY see mat and elayne geeking out about inventions together the way i’ve always dreamed!!!

“thirty days, but at the end of them, i can go.” “or you can open the letter after ten days and do what it says. one of the two, matrim. i have your word?” “you do. but i’m not going to open the bloody letter.” i’m foreseeing an it’s always sunny in philadelphia episode title card: Mat Opens The Bloody Letter

mat sees that verin is carrying around a whole stack of sealed letters just like his jkdjfg what the FUCK is her game!! she’s just making up a bunch of fake letters to ensnare ta’veren with! i love her so much.

“the death of tuon” actually refers to tuon the daughter of the nine moons “dying” and being reborn as fortuona the empress. see, this COULD have been the moment where we think zuko has changed for the better but then he goes back to the fire nation palace to embrace his prince life and we think all is lost, but tuon has not changed one iota since we first met her so no emotional effect is accomplished by this rebirth whatsoever.

i had to read an entire min pov chapter and i’m being SO brave about it

lmao in all seriousness it wasn’t bad because min has so little personality and narrative relevance that she fades into the background of her own narration. in reality this chapter was Entirely about rand.

min says that she’s been dedicating more time to her studies “partly because she didn’t know what else to do” LMAO even she admits that she’s narratively useless!

“she liked to think that she was capable of taking care of herself. and she’d begun to think of herself as a last defense for rand. min had discovered just how useful she was as a ‘line of defense.’ she’d been about as useful as a child! in fact, she’d been a hindrance, a tool for semirhage to use against him. she’d been indignant when rand had suggested sending her away, giving him a tongue-lashing for even suggesting it. send her away! to keep her safe? that was foolishness! she could take care of herself. so she had thought. now she saw that he’d been right.” oh my god min showing self-awareness? in MY wheel of time? it’s more likely than you think! wow! she actually gets +1 point from me for this. since she started racking up negative points in tfoh, her positive points have been this, telling rand that elayne and avi love him too when she could have kept him to herself, ditto for making him talk to them in caemlyn in WH........uhhh yeah i’m drawing a blank on anything else.

min’s solution is to study and try to stay out of rand’s way. you know, if you’re so worried about hindering him and being a tool people could use against him, you could ask him to make you a gateway to caemlyn to hang out with elayne. Just A Thought. this is now the other side of rand’s constant “i’m too weak to send min away” whining: both parties acknowledge that staying together and flaunting their relationship is a problem that endagers the other person and they love to angst about it, but neither actually makes any effort at doing anything to resolve that problem.

“he looked at her differently now. when those eyes of his studied her, did they see only a liability?” that’s what MY eyes see! min, if you’re so worried about this why don’t you just talk to him. everybody says that min is so good at being rand’s emotional support but they never actually TALK about ANYTHING that’s bothering either of them. the ONE time they’ve done that in a truly meaningful way in the past 6 books is when they talked about rand’s ishamael nightmare and plans to break the seals earlier in this book.

we learn a little more about rand’s mysterious new sword: it was found “beneath the submerged statue” (maybe that was mentioned when we first saw the sword, i already forget) and feels “so old” and is power-forged and doesn’t have a heron mark. COULD it be tam’s heron-marked sword re-power-forged into a different-looking sword? or could it be callandor revamped maybe?

“min didn’t care what fashion dictated, [ramshalan the domani lord] looked ridiculous. like a disheveled peacock.” min you have NO ground to stand on when it comes to ridiculous fashion that makes people look like peacocks.

rand’s so annoyed when min and nynaeve both don’t understand his ancient history reference. mat would’ve gotten it! reason #438475 why mat should replace min.

sulin’s here??? what the fuck??? i thought she was with perrin??? did someone in perrin’s party send her to rand through a gateway and i wasn’t paying attention and missed it, or is this a Sanderson Inconsistency? well, i’m glad sulin’s with rand and wish she had been all along, so i’m not complaining.

“nynaeve wouldn’t get anything useful out of rand, not when he was in this kind of mood. they would just have to see what he revealed.” once again min getting failing marks in Actually Making An Effort To Communicate With Her Partner, No Matter What Sort Of Mood He’s In. “rand turned, looking at nynaeve. standing on the other side of him, min couldn’t see what was in his face, but she could see nynaeve grow pale. it was her own fault. couldn’t she sense how on edge rand was?” so min’s approach is to pipe down and/or tell rand only what he wants to hear when he’s being difficult, rather than to challenge or push back against him? that explains so much.

“cadsuane held me in a box, min. though cadsuane’s box had walls that were invisible, it was as binding as any that ever held me. her tongue was far more painful a rod than any that was taken to my skin. i see that now.” he’s RIGHT tho! this whole chapter is one long “narrative trying to make me feel that rand is Going Too Far but actually he’s right.”

such as rand balefiring the whole fortress out of existence to kill graendal, because he knows she’s far cleverer than he and he’d have no hope of besting her if they were to come face to face. yes, balefire is bad, and yes, lots of innocent people were killed, but honestly what else was he supposed to do? this WAS the most surefire and efficient way to kill her. and as nynaeve says, all the people in that fortress are so heavily under compulsion that a regular attack on the fortress would’ve resulted in them all dying anyway in their fanatic attempts to protect graendal (or maybe they would’ve been so warped by compulsion that even if graendal died and the compulsion lifted they’d be beyond saving, like the boy in the other chapter). now i’m thinking of the Central Series Theme of i medici my beloved, “sometimes you have to do bad in order to do good.”

i will say that, while in-universe this was the most surefire and efficient way, narratively speaking it is disappointing we don’t see an actual rand vs. graendal faceoff! but then, a number of other forsaken (asmodean) have also met anticlimactic ends (asmodean). unless it will turn out that graendal did escape the balefire after all? hmmmmmm

and this is rand’s biggest use of balefire yet, so there will no doubt be some real bad consequences on reality/the pattern from him burning so much of it out of existence. in that sense i will acknowledge he went too far. but also he’s right that balefire is the only way to kill forsaken permanently since the dark one can just reverse normal death.

“min felt at her neck, where the bruises of rand’s hand on her neck hadn’t yet faded.” literally why the fuck didn’t you ask for healing though. this is going to be my Extremely Minor Point That I Get Irrationally Annoyed About (same with elayne being sad that her bathwater had gone cold in a previous book when she could’ve just channeled to heat it up jfkgj THESE are the only kinds of lore inconsistencies/powers not being made use of i care about)

“how do you fight someone smarter than yourself? the answer is simple. you make her think that you are sitting down across the table from her, ready to play her game. then you punch her in the face as hard as you can.” why is this so funny jdkjfg i’m just picturing rand sitting down to play chess with a girl and just fucking DECKING her

“you have served me well, ramshalan. i will forgive you for boasting to lords vivian and callswell that you could manipulate me however you wished.” “my lord! i had too much wine that night, and-” “hush. as i said, you have served me well this day. i will not execute you. you will find a village two days’ walk to the south.” 🥵 oh to be told “hush” by Daddy Rand

“i did them a favor.” “a favor? rand, you used balefire! they were burned out of existence!” “as i said. a favor. sometimes i wish the same blessing for myself.” i’m so sorry rand but sometimes your emo lines are just so insanely emo that i start laughing instead of being sad. sorry.

“‘i wish moiraine were here,’ nynaeve muttered softly, then froze, as if surprised to have heard herself say that.” AWWWWW big “i need a real adult” energy lmao

“‘handle’ rand? that was another problem. nynaeve and cadsuane were both so concerned with handling that they failed to see that it might be best to help him instead.” as if min is not CONSTANTLY “handling” rand rather than helping him (see: her whole attitude during the far madding trip when she was burning his mail because she didn’t trust him not to do something stupid when he read it, tattling on his secret plans to cadsuane because she didn’t trust him to know what he was doing and be able to take care of himself, threatening to beat him AND to stab him when he wouldn’t listen to her)

and exhibit a, she’s like “aaaaahh i’m so worried about rand someone needs to make sure he’s doing okay” and then just fuckin spends the whole night tattling on him to cadsuane instead of, i don’t know, going to find rand and make sure he’s doing okay! like yeah rand IS too far gone at this point for attempts at comfort to be effective, but still. she could at least TRY. she’s always THINKING about how worried she is about rand but never actually DOING anything about it. just now, for example, she’s all worried in her narration about the effect that this balefire war crime had on rand’s soul, but while rand is there min does not say a SINGLE WORD to him about it, she just stands there silently angsting while NYNAEVE is doing all the work of trying to make rand see that what he did was wrong and that he’s going down a dark path.

“whatever the plan, someone would need to watch out for rand. his deed this day would be destroying him inside, no matter what he proclaimed. there were plenty of others worrying about what he would do at the last battle. it was her job to get him to that last battle alive and sane, with his soul in one piece.” terrible for two reasons, 1) literally explicitly confirming that min’s sole narrative function is to be rand’s emotional support animal, and 2) it’s another example of the narrative TELLING me over and over again that min is such great emotional support to rand but never actually SHOWING me. and the majority of the fandom also believes that she’s the only one who was able to anchor him and save him from himself etc. but it’s just because the books are constantly telling us she’s doing it but not backing it up with actual actions on her part! she always worries about rand but doesn’t actually talk to him about it! she thinks about how she needs to be there for him but when she’s actually in his presence she either stays silent and lets him do whatever without providing any commentary or advice or she bullies and browbeats and Handles him just the same way she here criticizes nynaeve and cadsuane for doing!

update for something i just thought of: wouldn’t this be just the perfect time for min to wish that elayne and avi were here? if my partner had two other partners and was having an extremely bad time of it mental health-wise, i would Absolutely be wishing for their other two partners to be there with me to help me support them! but of course, since min hates sharing and considers herself rand’s Real partner and the others his sidepieces, this never occurs to her.

cadsuane says nynaeve needs to find perrin!!! maybe we will get a reunion!!!!! oh i’m so excited!!

the prospect of nynaeve-perrin and mat-elayne reunions are on the horizon, and overall this section gave me such wonderful cauthor and matlayne crumbs that i’m going to focus on those so i can go out of this recap on a high note 😌

[pure-kirarin]

One piece characters & n udes they'd send / reaction to "send n00ds"

A/N : This was requested by anon. Thanks for requesting ! Excuse me for the horny :) These are for entertainment purposes only. Warning : N S F W + 18 Characters : Perona - Kid - Luffy - Zoro - Law - Sanji - Shanks - Hawkins - Caesar - Ace - Sabo - Nami - Koby - Doflamingo - Usopp - Mihawk DON'T READ if you are uncomfortable with this subject. [Mention of genitals] Stay safe like Law.

~The unsolicited dick-pic squad~

Kid

-Dude thinks sending a picture of his junk is an infallible technique to get laid. -Repeat after me Kid, a dick pic ISN’T a conversation starter. -Let’s make a tip jar to buy Eustass some manners. -I can imagine him surrounded by his crew saying like “Guys I’m gonna send this picture of my junk and it’s gonna be HILARIOUS.” with Killer trying to stop him :( "Captain just don’t". -To be fair...You’d be kind of fascinated with how big it is. -So it kind of works ? -Still a dick move (got the pun ?). Don’t send unsolicited dick pics. -It’s just a close up of his thing. -No elegance, no thought, pure testosterone.

Luffy

-What’s a “n00d” ? Can you eat it ? -I’ll explain why Luffy belongs to this category. First of all, he thinks so little of nudity, he probably runs around naked at times. -He doesn’t sexualize others bodies or his own that much so it’s not a big deal. -Probably finds the way his thing stretches funny af so he would snap a pic. -Sorry not sorry for the mental image. -Sometimes he sends an ACCIDENTALLY sexy picture. Like “I just took a shower :p” *sends a snap* -He just thinks that he needs to send a snap of everything he does because...why not ? But Luffy please don’t put a nude in your story :( that’s against social media rules.

~The blurry nude Squad~

Zoro

-Why would you want a naked picture of him ? That’s weird. -Please don’t ask for nudes he’ll send them to another contact by mistake. -But rest assured, if he ever takes a nude, it will probably be some blurry picture because he snapped it so fast and went out with his day. -For you Zoro-f*ckers, don't get disappointed. If he MANAGED to take a nude, it will be something after he finished working out.. -With the flash on since he forgot to turn it off. And that stuff makes his abs shine with drops of sweat. 🥵

Shanks

-He’s an old man he can’t use technology. -Multiple scenarios :

The random nude: You get a close up of his dick out of nowhere with a sad face asking “Some girl said my dick looked curved last night….is that true ???” 🥺🥺🥺

The drunk nude: Gets horny-drunk and sends a nude but his finger is on the camera.

“I sent you a picture of my dick please answer”

~ The No. nude squad ~

Law

-No. Nope. Not in a thousand years. -He’s going to judge you. Hard. -Y/N: “Babe I’m horny please send nudes :((((“ -Law: “No.” -Meme for illustration purposes - What about another meme. -Ask one more time and you’ll get muted/blocked/ignored depending on level of intimacy. -”The things I’d do for this girl…” you have a 5% chance of getting it if he feels like you REALLY wanted it and if you use the pleading eeyes emoji technique on him. 🥺 -It won’t show his face (safety™), picture goes from his V line to his thigh. Hands are slightly tugging at the fabric of his sweatpants pulling it down. His pubes are trimmed clean. -10/10. He's loaded.

Koby

-Y/N : “Kobyyy send nudees” -Koby : pikachu face -Don’t deprave the man. He’s still too young. -Can’t do it because it’s unsafe but also doesn’t want to say no to you. Flattered that you want to see a picture of him though ! -You’ll get that “nude” after three days, he needed that time to process his own emotions. -”Are you 100% sure that you want to see this Y/N??” This lil bean needs your written consent. - It’s probably a picture of him topless....But nothing below ??? Koby that’s not the purpose of the nude. -But he’s ripped and is looking away from the mirror, unable to make eye contact. And it’s just so adorable. 10/0 worth it.

Akainu :

-RIP. You’re not getting anything hun.

~The “artistic” Nude squad~

Usopp :

-Is this a trap ?? 🤡 -Artistic nude. But it’s a picasso. -Usopp : “You’re sus, are you sure that you’re not gonna show it to all your girl friends during a pyjama party and make fun of me ???” -Y/N: Usopp I- -Usopp: What, isn’t that what girls do ? ( kinda true tbh) -It’s an EDIT. He had the audacity to add a holo on his head and...He’s wearing Sogeking’s mask. Safety king. -If you were turned on, you’re probably turned off by now. -Usopp: Y/N ??? Why aren’t you answering ???

Doflamingo

-Kitsch as fuck. -Looks like a cover from a gayporn magazine. Posing and all. -Amazing setting, lighting, does this dude have a studio ??? -He has someone take a professional shooting for him. -His body is tan, dick is shaved erect and huge. The angle is from below so you have a nice view. Kind of intimidating. -Of course his face is included with his signature smile and shades. Safety? Pfft. He’d be flattered if they got leaked.

~The tease. ~

Sabo

-Some context: he’s probably been away for a long time and you wanted a picture for some sexy time. -Loves to tease and toy with you. -Sabo : “Oh you want a picture of me? What kind babe?” -Y/N: “You know what kind babeeeee 😤” -Sabo: “I can’t know if you don’t say it clearly smhw 🤷‍♂️ “ You cruel. Cruel man. -Y/N: “Okok. You know a sexy picture 🤐” Sabo : “😏😏😏 Good girl.” -You’re in for a treat girl. Two possibilities : First, he disappears for hours and you just think that he teased you and forgot about it. But when it’s almost night...You get a notification from him...And it’s a picture. -Close shot of his cock, gloved fingers against its base and pre-cum pearling from the base.🤤 -Another notification : “Babe you’re not answering, cat got your tongue? 😋” -Excuse us Sir, we all need a moment here.

~Get your coin girl~

Nami

-If you ask for a nude she’ll send you her prices. -Bikini pic : 30€ -Ass pic (nude) : 50€ -Boobs : 50€ -Feet pic : 100€ for an extra 10 bucks I’ll rate your dick ! 😘😘😘 -Y/N: “Babe we’re dating…Also WTF. you’re selling your FEET PICS?” -Nami: "Business is business. Laws of demand and supply babe :xx" -To be fair, her nudes are worth it. She’s built like an absolute goddess. She knows how to pose and look seductive. -Her nudes speak confidence. Shoulders pushed back making her chest look even luscious.. Legs are closed,, teasing a bit. -You’re getting your money’s worth. ~You're getting what you're asking for~

Perona

-Most likely a lingerie picture. -This. -Sitting in front of her big mirror. Her slender legs are slightly spread. -She’s wearing black heels with the lingerie. -How could someone make you focus on their face while sending a lewd ? I wonder. -But there’s something absolutely adorable in her pouty expression. -”You made me do this, you idiot ! Take a good look because I’m deleting it after 5 seconds !” -Hell no you’re not.

Sanji

-Sends one of the best nudes. Just amazing. -What ? His goddess asked for a nude picture of HIM ? Of course he has to make it look p e r f e c t. -The fact that he usually wears a suit makes it even more exciting. -Full body picture, shirt still on but unbuttoned showing his delicious abs. -Perfect lighting. HD quality. Anything for you babe. -Takes a nude with a cigarette between his lips. It adds some charm. -Dude isn’t just a snack but a full course meal. -Asks for a nude back and let’s be honest he deserved the nude. Spoil the man.

Hawkins

-Chances of getting a nude are tied. You have a 70% chance of failing. -But let’s pretend that the stars are aligned, that you did your moon ritual just fine. -And that you manifested day and night for a dick pic of our beloved magician. -You’re in for a treat, shit is artistic. Just like Sanji he’s still got his shirt on. You can feel that some thought was put into that picture. -His dick is pretty and pubes shaved. It’s also full erect. I would say that the size is respectable but not huge either. The way his hair flows against his chest is just...breathtaking. -On a funny note, his absence of facial expression is intimidating. Mihawk

-Let’s get this out of the way. He isn’t called the world’s best swordsman for nothing. -Doesn't send an actual "nude" but a picture of his dick print.

~The funny nude~

Ace

-Oh, our favourite himbo ! -”Would you like to see a funny picture ?” “Yes, sure, what’s it ?” “*sends a nude*” “HOLY SHIT ACE ! Say what kind of picture first I’m not alone !!!” -To be fair, he does take funny nudes. He’s probably contracting every muscle in his body af in it as well. -He’s on the sofa, flexing hard in some weird position and a duck face. -Ace: ”Whatcha thinkin about baby ? ;)” -Y/N: “thinking of blocking you.”

~The awkward nude dude~

Caesar

-A nude WHAT ? 😳 -A nude. You know. Picture of a naked human being. -Instant Panikk -Sir you’re 40 you’re not going to convince me that you don’t know what a nude is. -Shaky hands, absolutely adorable. He’d actually do it if you ask him. -googles :” How to take a nude ?”. Man needs some inspiration. -Ends up traumatized by his search result. ---

Shoutout to @donvampiro for always reading my stuff and making the funniest comments :*

Tag list : @undercoverweeeb @vemuabhi @straw-hat-steph @lazybutsmexy @fishandfuck

[orchidyoonkook]

YOONS, MY DARLING FRIEND, YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF YET AGAIN.

VIOLET I WILL CRY, THAT IS A THREAT. I LOVE YOU.

First of all, it was my absolute pleasure and honor to act as a soundboard in any small way for the genius that is this story. Thank you for bringing me into your beautiful creative process, it was so incredibly fun for me. 🥰

i REFUSE to let you downplay your help by saying "small way" THANKYEW VERY MUCH. You were an enourmous help and I will forever thank you for your friendship, kind words of encouragement, and general overall existence. It was so incredibly fun to have you along for the ride. I suspect it won't be the last time, be you willing.

Secondly, to anyone this may reach, I cannot recommend this story enough. The things Yoons does like an absolute certified pro:

*sobbing into my palms already*

• World building: The club scene in this oneshot is an entire reality of its own. The vibes VIBE so incredibly richly, giving the events and interactions between characters a context with intoxicating and transportive ambiance.

I love that everyone seems to love the club scene. I really took my time with that to try and nail the world building so I am THRILLED it's worked to my wanting for the readers. *happy dances*

• Rapport between characters: Whether it's tension-building banter, or heartwarmingly affectionate ribbing, the dynamics between characters here is something that seems to predate our little peek into their world, making our witness of the intense developments between Tae and PG so incredibly delicious. 🤤💕

They flowed so easily for me. It was like I was literally just writing down what I was witnessing in front of me. They felt so natural and real so I'm so so so happy this is how it comes across to you too!!

• Literary rhetoric: I'm talking chewy, delectable alliteration, gorgeously layered analogies, foreshadowing and allusion that has you kicking and screaming - you know, the stuff that gets you Pulitzer Prizes and all that. Here. For for us. For free.

Funny enough I was actually just talking to Remmy about this topic and how I wanted to integrate these things into the story. So I'm gunna pull what I wrote to them and place it here:

"One of my goals with this fic was to write with the essence and vibe of who Tae is. That goes down to like. The metaphors. The descriptions. Everything. I wanted it to feel like the reader (you) had him wrapped around them as they read."

Again I threaten tears at the mention of Pulitzers and kind words 😭😭♥♥♥

• Lads, lasses, and non-binary sexy asses: THE MOTHER EFFING SMUT. I won't go into detail here beyond saying it's as moving as it is filthy, as prosy as it is sinful. This is erotic art. As heavy as I can possibly state on 'erotic'. 🥵🔥

Guys, Gals and Non-Binary Pals I tried so hard with this one. I wanna get better at writing smut because for me, smut isnt just smut, it's the pinnacle of human connection. And I want so badly to do it justice. Therefore, once again, to have my hopes for this scene confirmed and encouraged brings me such warmth. SUCH. Warmth. And immense gratitude.

• Characterization: Taehyung, guys. He is so freaking in-character here that I was hiding behind my hands for most of my read, just trying to rein in my delulu to the point of retaining my sanity.

VI. VI I WAS TALKING TO REMMY ABOUT THIS TOO, HOLY SHIT. Tae isn't one of the boys's heads who I can easily get into. I'm gunna pull another quote from my convo with Remmy.

"I really wanted to nail his character and essence cuz he was always someone who's floated parallel to me. But we could never intersect. So I tried hard with this one cuz it was the first where the male lead didn’t come to me naturally no really had to work at it."

Basically, Tae is someone who I understand on a surface level, but he has a piece of art inside him I've never quite managed to grasp nor understand so it makes it hard for me to get him *jussssst* right. As artist of many varieties myself, I feel almost like an outsider when in comparisson to him, not in a negative way, he just seems to have the spirit of what I consider to be the true nature of an artist. The risks, the controlled chaos, his love of...what I see as very strange artworks that are just so him though.

It's incredibly reassuring as a fic writer, who's taking the personality traits of a person and trying to expand into a seperate universe with their likeness, to know that I succeeded in that task.

As always, this is beautiful story-telling wrapped up in a bow as BTS fan fiction, and I will continue to not understand how we get this lovely work for nothing more than the promise a of a few feeble words expressing our adoration for this work and its author.

FEEBLE. FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBLE!!!!???????????? VIOLET ANN ELIZABETH SIREN. (i am making up middle names) Dont you DARE downplay the incredible fuel yours and others words give creatives. I shouldn't have to say this to you considering you're a creative yourself and we've had the conversation of how much reviews like this mean to us. I will put your ass in time out. Don't tempt me.

Scolding aside: I'm crying. You've gone and done it now. Tears on cheeks, tissues nearby. CRYING.

You continue to amaze me, user orchidyoonkook. 💜

I. LOVE. YOU.

PG | KTH

Title: PG 

Pairing: Older Brother's Best Friend!Kim Taehyung x (F)!Reader

Rating//Genre: (M) | One Shot, Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut and Touches of Fluff

Summary: You aren’t delusional enough to think anything would ever happen between the two of you, not for a damn second. Be it the age difference, the fact that he’s your brother's friend, or the extremely high likelihood that he sees you as nothing more than Fourteen’s annoying little sister that he can use to rile said best friend up.

But that’s about it. Nothing more. And reality is something you’re able to keep a solid grasp on when it comes to him. You don’t let it go for the sake of acting on a one sided and unrequited feeling you know will pass… eventually.

Warnings: nicknames! a disgusting amount, language, assholes being assholes but being put in their place, brotherly love, sibling antics, tae is a swimmer and knows judo, also a Dan is--for the lack of better phrasing--a high belt level in judo. think of it like a black belt, OC cant keep it in her pants and neither can tae, mutual pining, lots of great gatsby references because I'm tyring to be that bitch (I am joking), tae has tats, OC's brother is an overprotective idiot but we love him anyway, slight physical abuse not by tae or reader or fourteen--basically someone grips an arm too harshly, some panic but no panic attack,

Explicit warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 11,521

Release Date: September 15, 2024. 12:00PM

A/N 1: The biggest most huge thank you to @violetsiren90 for being my sounding board, tech support and beta. She's a real one and y'all are sleeping on her work if you haven't alread read it. Go check her out!

A/N 2: My access to the adobe suite was aha....revoked. So! this is my first time making a banner and divider without photoshop. Therfore, the banner and the divider are a bit different than what I'm used to having XD. Tumblr is also absolutely destroying the qualty which is sooooo great. It looks wonky and blurry to me on desktop but fine on mobile so it is what it is. If i ever get adobe access again I'll probably come back and update the graphics.

Explicit Warnings: *ahem* nicknames, teasing, kissing, biting, marking (several ways), hand and finger kink (duh), voice kinklet (duhhhh), hair 'pulling' (m rec), semi public if you squint, hella foreplay, tae has a big dick, penetrative sex, oral (m+f rec), fingering, handjob?, multiple orgasms, body worship, switch like activities but mostly dominant tae, posessiveness, confessions, reader takes what she wants but so does tae, exhibitionism if you squint, slight cum play/eating, implied squirting, choking, cream pie. Pretty sure thats all of them. i never reailse how many i need to put until the list is done and wow *chuckes while blushing*

“Oi, can you fucking not? My sister’s right fucking there,” your older brother, Fourteen—nicknamed for his forever mental age—ridiculously and unneededly overprotective as always, says.

It is especially unneeded and ridiculous as he’s saying it to Tae, when all he’s doing is taking off his shirt to go for a swim in your pool. Like he’s been doing since you were tweens.

Well.

Since you were a tween and they were nearing the legal drinking age. But that’s besides the point. 

Best friend to your knuckle head of an older brother, you honest to god have no idea how they became friends. 

Taehyung is poetry and jazz and button up cotton shirts. Old book smell and expensive cologne, ringed fingers and whiskey, neat. The kind of vibe someone would get from being raised by a very successful lawyer for a father and a top ranking university professor of literature for a mother, while Fourteen is… your older brother. 

Maybe it’s a younger sister thing to not understand how her older brother has any friends. Considering you grew up with him, know all of his weird and gross habits, have a lovely dash of sibling bullying thrown in that you two share equally, and more. Yet, by some miracle, he and Tae manage to balance one another out. 

Tae—fucking somehow—makes your brother into a more presentable human being. He showers more than twice a week and wears deodorant every day now—even puts the seat down after peeing, a habit you’ve been screaming at him to stop doing since you could use the toilet. While Fourteen gives Tae a rougher edge he previously never seemed to be able to grasp, despite trying his best too. 

For example, the several delicate tattoos he now has all over his body, your favourite of which is an old timey record player on the inside of his forearm. They were something he’d been wanting to do for years, but only finally bit the bullet on and did once Fourteen took him when they were twenty two. 

Since then the collection’s only grown, much to your inner glee and mental dismay. 

And don’t even get you started on the delicate, thin rimmed glasses he occasionally wears—golden and the perfect shape for his face—or the ear piercings that just really fucking cement the tortured poet look that makes your heart clench every. single. time. you look at him. 

Similarly to what it’s doing right now, though no one ever knows due to your truly oscar worthy talent for acting completely oblivious to the beautiful shirtless man about to dive in. Call it over a decades worth of practice, and the fact that it’s also nothing you hadn’t gloriously taken in all teenagehood long. 

Every time you could get it. 

Which was a lot because Tae was on the high school swim team. 

For four years. 

And then the university swim team.

For another four. 

Teenage you was a lucky bitch. Now you’re only blessed with this sight when he comes over to swim laps or attempt to drown Fourteen. Which, admittedly, was still often. But not nearly as much as back then. 

The sight in question however, is curled black hair that frames eyes so warm you swear the sun’s relocated to his irises, and a jawline that makes the Statue of David’s pathetic in comparison. It’s fingers that make your mouth water from the way they flip book pages and thighs that make you think thoughts and things you never thought you would. 

It’s the scribbled text: ‘To err is human; to forgive, divine’ tattooed across his ribs, and a lean torso, muscled but not outrageously so. Just enough to have you forcing yourself not to stare at the delicate lines of his abdomen every time he comes over for a swim. 

Thank god for sunglasses. 

“Nah, I’m sure PG can handle it, Dumbass. I’ve only been using your pool every summer for the last 15 years give or take,” Tae says with a quirked brow and a half smile directed at you. 

Behind your sunnies, you heat up a touch, and internally sigh. Have you mentioned his smile yet? 

Because oh yeah, his fucking smile. 

Tae’s a nickname kind of person, hence why even you call your brother ‘Fourteen’. Taehyung’s called him Fourteen for so long now that calling your brother by his birth name just feels wrong. 

This being said, PG is Tae’s nickname for you. 

It stands for the TV rating ‘Parental Guidance’ because you’re younger by enough that when you were still under the age of 18, they—see: your brother and Tae because they’ve been joined at the hip since they met—were usually assigned babysitting duty. Very much the ‘take your sister with you’ sibling, but they never complained. Not once.

As much as you and Fourteen bully one another, you’re actually quite close when you aren’t verbally sparring—which is where his annoying overprotectiveness comes in. Even when it comes to Taehyung. 

“Yeah, Dumbass,” you copy, earning a smirk from Tae as he leans down to take his shoes off. “It’s just Tae.”

“It’s not about that YN, it’s about respect. You’re my little sister, and Fuckass over here,” you brother jabs a thumb in Tae’s direction, which earns you a second hidden smirk from the Fuckass in question, “Still doesn’t know how to respect that fact even after a decade and a half apparently.”

You shrug as Fourteen finishes his point and narrows his eyes at his best friend. Tae gives him a shit eating grin that screams ‘what are you going to do about it’ and your brother gives him a two fingered salute before shaking his head and taking off his own shirt. 

You take that as your cue to put your head back down because you don’t need to see that. 

Currently in very comfortable linen shorts and tank, you’re sitting on a padded pool lounger, rereading The Great Gatsby for the hundredth time. It’s one of the classics that never gets old for you, has the benefit of being a shorter read—therefore perfect for the poolside—and happens to be the copy Tae’d gotten you for Christmas a couple years ago. Pure coincidence, you tell yourself. Nothing more. 

With the beautiful addition of your very darkly glassed sunnies, it also makes the perfect decoy as you watch Tae over the top of the open book without risk of being caught. 

You firmly follow the rule of a little looking can’t hurt. 

You aren’t delusional enough to think anything would ever happen between the two of you, not for a damn second. Be it the age difference, the fact that he’s your brother's friend, or the extremely high likelihood that he sees you as nothing more than Fourteen’s annoying little sister that he can use to rile said best friend up—see: current shirt stripping debacle. It’s not the first nor the last time he’ll do something like it, and you’re pretty sure you and Tae have an unspoken agreement at this point to push as many of Fourteen’s buttons as you can together, just to see how far he’ll let it go before freaking out.

But that’s about it. Nothing more. And reality is something you’re able to keep a solid grasp on when it comes to him. You don’t let it go for the sake of acting on a one sided and unrequited feeling you know will pass… eventually. 

Despite the flames that rage and roar on in your heart. 

Despite the green light on the dock across the way tackling your brother under the water. 

You hold on. And only in these little moments of in between do you allow yourself to look. Pockets of time where a peek won’t be seen or recorded, and a moment of self indulgence keeps your sanity from trying to escape its tightly locked box.

You look and look and look until the green light is covered in fog once more, and the lid of the box seals tight.  

Another day, another glorious abuse of best friend privileges, Taehyung thinks to himself as he continues his butterfly down the imaginary lanes in Fourteen’s pool. 

He tries to come over at least three times a week. Four or five if he’s able, the more he’s over the higher chance he has to see you, not just Fourteen. But he’s rarely able to these days. 

Though the wind appears to have shifted in his favour today. You’re sitting on the lounge chairs again, reading away in the afternoon sun. 

It’s his favourite view. And it’s sweetened by the fact that you’re in the shorts he loves and reading a book he gave you. Something he’s done since before he could remember, really. 

Christmases and birthdays, he’s always given you a book. Usually a classic, sometimes something else. If it caught his eye or reminded him of you, he’d grab it and save it until the next Christmas or the next birthday, whichever came first. And you’ve always loved them, so he’s never stopped. 

They’re gifts that seem harmless to Fourteen, and for the most part they are. But these last few have been…different. Had deeper thought put into them. The titles, the story lines, the prose. He swears you notice it, but maybe that’s just his own wishful thinking. 

And he sure as fuck can’t be doing any of that. 

This cold water isn’t doing its job well enough.

Finishing his set, Tae swims over to rest before starting on his front stroke. Forearms hold him up on the edge of the pool, his chin balancing on stacked knuckles while his breath catches. 

He also uses this little break as an excuse to talk to you. He only ever freely can when Fourteen isn’t around, and right now his best friend is inside grabbing drinks, towels and probably relieving himself–which, knowing Fourteen—could take anywhere from thirty seconds to thirty minutes. So he has to take advantage of every moment he gets. 

“Got any new recommendations for me PG?” 

Books are an easy starting point when it comes to you. Fourteen may be a graphic novel at best kind of guy, but your brain can’t seem to inhale enough books to satiate it. And just the thought makes his temples rush with heat. 

He should dunk his head again.

You lower your Fitzgerald by one inch and raise an eyebrow to counter it. Just like your brother, you’re always one to give him a hard time. Make him work for every millimeter of ground conquered. And he’s pretty sure you have a smirk hiding behind the pages, though he can’t be certain due to the sunglasses hiding your eyes. 

“Maybe,” you say. “What do I get in return?” 

Answering that question about fifty different ways in his head, Tae decides none can be said out loud. He seriously needs to fucking reel himself in. Fourteen could return at any moment and the last thing Tae needs to have is a problem between his legs because you never make it easy for him. 

But rather than listening to his very rational thoughts and very logical brain, he instead decides to say fuck it, and croons in the voice that used to fluster you as a teenager. 

“What do you want in return, PG?” Hoping to soften you up, even the playing field a bit. 

And it works like a charm. 

Your body releases its tension on an exhale, your page is marked, book set to the side, and your legs extend and stretch before crossing at the ankle. It makes him wonder if your little girlhood crush on him still exists somewhere in the back of your mind. Probably not.

Scratch that. 

Definitely not.  

“What if I wanted a new nickname?” you ask.

Both his eyebrows raise in surprise. “What’s wrong with PG?”

“It makes me feel like I’m eleven,” you explain. And then hit him with a dose of his own medicine as you croon, “I’m not eleven anymore, Tae.”

No you sure as hell are not. And it kills him in a way that has him wanting to die over and over again. 

He could consider it. But he doesn’t think he’ll change it, not when PG can stand for so many wonderful things. Things you would never think he’d let it when addressing you. Things that would have Fourteen trying for drowning attempt number two thousand four hundred sixty three, and succeeding. 

“I’ll think about it—Fair?”

You ponder before agreeing. “Fair.”

“Now about those recommendations…” He reminds you, and that’s all it takes to get you going.

Fourteen comes out about ten minutes later, but by then, Tae has a new list of books to grab from the store, two laps under him with eight more to go, and you’re reading again—one bare leg bent at the knee he’s trying very hard to ignore when he comes up for air. 

By the time he’s due for another breather, you’re talking to your brother about plans for the weekend. 

“I’m going out early on Friday for Rei’s birthday, remember? And I’ll probably crash at her place after,” you say. 

Fourteen is sitting on the second lounge chair across from you, most likely playing a game on his phone if Tae had to guess. But at your reminder, your brother looks up.

“Fuck that’s right. Okay so no dinner then, I’ll just grab something on my way in.”

“Sounds good. What about tonight?”

Fourteen gives it about two seconds of thought. “How about Don’s?”

Your face lights up at the suggestion. “Fuck yes! I’ve been craving their milkshakes for like a week. Hey Tae!” you call to him. “Don’s for dinner? There’s a chocolate shake with your name on it if you’re down.”

Tae pushes himself out of the water onto the pavement and doesn’t miss the sly once over you give him while Fourteen chucks a towel at his chest, covering your eyes with his other hand. 

He catches the projectile before it can knock him back into the pool, and uses it to dry his hair.

“Dude! Seriously? Go find a fucking shirt or something, no one wants to see that.”

You swat your sibling’s hand away and give him a look that screams ‘grow up’ while Tae drapes the towel over her shoulders, a hand gripping at each end. 

“I’m only down if Dumbass is paying,” he says, smirking at your brother. 

“—What—”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” you agree, holding out your hand in his direction. 

“—Hey wait a seco—”

Tae grabs and shakes just to watch the steam flee Fourteen’s ears at the contact. He meets your eyes conspiratorially, and you both nod before rushing Fourteen. 

“—You fuckers!—” is all he gets out before Tae and you are grabbing an arm and a leg each and throwing Fourteen’s fully clothed ass in the pool. 

He curses the both of you out several times as he treads, drenched and dripping, up the stairs and out of the water. Tae throws him the towel. 

“You’ll pay for that, Asshole,” Fourteen tells Tae, and Tae grins. 

“Oh, I’m counting on it. Worth it though.”

“And you!” Fourteen says, eyes on you. “What the fuck dude? The betrayal to your darling, one and only brother hurts. I’m wounded,” he lays it on thick, walking up directly beside you. 

You're a hairsbreadth too late to realize when he shakes his hair out directly over top of you and you shriek, pulling your knees up, protecting the book under your shirt and behind your legs at all costs.

“Fourteen! The book! I will kill you if you damage it!”

Fourteen chuckles. “Payback’s a bitch Little Sister.”

You sneer at him, checking your prized possession for injury. Not a scratch. 

“And sopping wet is your colour, Jackass.”

“Big words for someone who can just as easily be thrown in the pool.”

You pause. Eyeing him directly. 

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

Your brother looks at Tae with an evil plot in his eyes and you screech as they both nod once. You drop your book behind you as they yank you up by your arms and fling you into the pool, too much momentum from them and not enough resistance from you leaving you matching your darling, one and only brother.

As you come up for air, two colossal splashes ricochet from the left and right. Tae and Fourteen having both cannonballed in on either side of you. You choke on splattered water for a second before you’re attacking them with splashes, merciless in your pursuit for revenge. 

“You both suck!” you half giggle half yell. 

“Yet you love us anyway!” your brother falsely—correctly—claims. 

You roll your eyes before trudging out, heavier and dripping with your soaked clothes.

And it's not until weekend plans are cast aside for current memories, Taehyung treating you all to dinner, and you treating everyone to milkshakes, that all is forgiven. 

It turns out Rei’s dad knows the manager of the most exclusive club in the city—Youth—and managed to call in a favour. So now you, her, and your other bestie, Lea, are all on the dancefloor to celebrate her birthday. 

Rei’s first request for the night besides not paying for a single drink, was to dress up in the hottest, sluttiest outfits the club's dress code would allow for. 

This, for you, meant a black, square necked, low cut, and thin strapped satin slip dress that hugged you in all the right ways, matching heels adored with ankle strap bows and a sultry makeup look. Lea chose a dark blue shimmery number with a high leg split, vibrant graphic eyeliner, and wedges, while the birthday girl found the skimpiest forest green mini dress you’ve ever seen paired with heels that wrap ribbons up her legs, and a subtle dewy look on her lids. 

She’s glowing, and needless to say, they both look hot and so do you. 

Rei’s second request for the night was to dance until you either collapsed or threw up, whichever came first. A goal you were all making a steady descent towards as the night progressed. 

That is, until your blood runs cold at the sight of your cheating ex boyfriend making his way through the crowd in a direct beeline towards you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You’re alone right now. Rei and Lea are taking a bathroom break. 

You insisted you’d be fine for ten minutes. It was just ten minutes. What could possibly go wrong in ten minutes?

But apparently god just loves to play jokes because here you are, three shots in, not emotionally prepared enough to be near him, let alone speak to him, and by yourself in this huge crowd of strangers while he’s making very good time on his route to you. 

Fuck! You do not want to deal with him right now or—fucking ever, actually. 

He’d cheated on you four times that he admitted too throughout your two and a half year relationship, all while faking being blindingly happy directly to your face. He’d lied to you and hurt you and made you wonder what you did wrong for him to do that to you. It took all of your third year of university and more therapy sessions than you care to admit to realize you were never the problem, and that he was a piece of shit. 

So, with quickly shrinking fifteen feet between you two, you try your best to hide from him in the crowd, only to run directly into him when you duck past a fellow club goer. 

Son of a b—

“Heyyy Y/N, how’ve you been?” he says like he didn’t destroy your entire sense of self worth for a couple quick fucks. 

You want to down three more shots just to be able to puke all over him. Intentionally, you haven’t seen him in years and just the reek of his stale ass cologne has you close. 

“Fuck off Micah, don’t you have somewhere you need to be sticking your dick—like a garbage disposal?” You snark, doing your damndest to not let him get close. But the throng of bodies surrounding you have other ideas and you’re thrown against your least favourite person in existence.

Delusional as ever, Micah sleezes, “Doesn’t seem like you want me to leave just yet, Kitten,” and you shove him off you as hard as you can while bile rises at the horrible name you used to beg him not to call you. 

You need to get off the dance floor.

Now.

Before you can, Micah grabs your arm and he pulls you back into him, hard.

Tae watches you out of the corner of his eye, wondering why in the hell you came to this club, of all the clubs out there. 

The club he was at. Wearing that and truly testing the limits of his self control.

Music blasts through speakers that move the ocean on the dancefloor. Bodies sway like waves, some crashing into one another with teeth and tongues and passion, others pushing with the current, grinding and gripping and grabbing at anything they can get their hands on. The louder and faster the notes whirl over their swells, the harsher the storm rages on, people flowing in and out of the eye when needed. 

He’s sitting at a booth on a dais high enough to watch you in the hurricane whilst being out of eyesight, notably with one or two faces he barely recognizes enough to most likely be your friends. 

They appear to be currents. They drag you into deeper waters and you let them, helpless to their siren call. Leading you to your place amongst the sea life, and reveling in the way the melodies wash over you again and again with every song that plays. 

His eyes follow you as you dance, curious if Fourteen knows you’re here before flinging the thought out of his head as quickly as it entered. You’re grown now, don’t need protection anymore. A lesson he learned the day you returned from university after graduating. 

No longer his best friend's kid sister who they kept an eye on, but a woman who was and still is growing into herself beautifully. A woman who is steadfast, strong and more often than not, correct in her opinions. A woman who is well read and equally if not more so well spoken when she deigns to acknowledge his existence. A woman who knows how and when to turn all of that off in order to team up with him in a roast battle for the books against her brother. 

He thinks of that day as the beginning of his downfall. 

He can humbly admit that his intelligence, demeanor and education are things that have been nurtured into existence by his parents and carefully maintained by himself with practice and both mental and physical exercise. He takes care of himself, inside and out. Exercises regularly, eats well, has good hygiene. He’s level headed and patient. Respectful and responsible. Controlled and competent. 

He prides himself on these things. Actively works towards keeping them maintained. 

And yet. 

Somehow when it comes to you, he is little more than a single brain celled idiot. 

All of the things he uses to measure his self worth evaporate whenever you enter his field of vision and he becomes fucking ravenous. And all of his focus goes into controlling himself.

He’d never noticed before, never thought of you in the way he does now. How when your currents break from formation and head towards the bathrooms, their outgoing force creates a riptide that some fuckhead with a stupid haircut uses to sweep in and dance with you. 

But you push him away. 

He doesn’t get the memo, and the mophead tries his best to yank you out to sea again.

Magma flows through Taehyung's veins, thunder cracks in his ears and all he can think about is storming through the crowd to steal you from said fuckhead by claiming you for himself.

But he won’t. 

Can’t.

All because of his darling best friend. 

Fourteen doesn’t know about his feelings for you of course. And Tae rather likes being alive and in one piece, two things he most definitely would not remain should he act on any of these feelings.

You are wholly off limits, forbidden. A little too young, a little too immediately related to his best friend, a little too perfectly his fucking type. It kills him every time he can’t even look at you without Fourteen going into what he calls ‘asshole mode’. 

So you remain in his very close periphery. Untouchable to the fingertips he aches to caress you with as you dangle your existence in front of him. Your wicked tongue, your delicious intelligence, your sexy fucking legs—fuck!

He has to stop thinking about you like this.

But that only makes him want you more. 

It’s like the gods handcrafted you for him. Every piece, every detail of you immaculate, but he committed one to many sins in his past life, and now they’ve locked you away forever as punishment. 

You float across the night sky, stuck in a golden cell. Its fourteen bars hold you hostage amongst the stars, all while he’s chained to the bottom of the ocean floor gasping for air. 

But fuck the gods and fuck their gilded cages. 

He’d break from his chains, swim to the surface of the sea and grow wings. Would break your prison apart with the sheer force of his wanting, then drag you down to the depths if it meant he got to keep you for himself. 

He would. He really, really fucking would. If his world wouldn’t implode completely if he did. 

So he keeps these thoughts to himself. Forces them down as they try their damndest to bubble over and burn him, because they will if he lets them. If any of them get outside these little moments, the ones where he allows himself to feel, he would burn and burn and burn until there was nothing left. 

Therefore, Taehyung has never been more grateful that his best friend was stuck on the night shift while he watched you dance and enjoy yourself, because it granted him this sliver of time to pretend like your brother doesn’t exist. 

That you are something he could let himself have, if you wanted him to.

And he’s solid in his decision to only observe, to stay inside his little moment, until fuckhead doesn’t get the message for the third time and Taehyung is out of his seat before he can think. 

Because Fourteen isn't here. 

And old habits die hard. 

“What the hell? Let me go, Micah!” You see his eyes then, red rimmed and glazed. He definitely has more than one thing in his system as his grip on you hardens further. The more you struggle, the tighter he grasps and—ouch, ouch, ouch, yank, fuck! Ow!—it’s really starting to hurt. 

“Just give me one more chance Kitten, I promise I’ll do better,” he whisper in your ear over the music, and you cringe back from how loud he is. But that doesn’t stop him from continuing, “I fucked up, I know I did. But that was years ago, and I learned my lesson. Just one more chance Kitten, just one more, and I—I promise. I promise it won’t happen again. It won’t. I really miss y–AH! What the fuck!?”

The hand on your arm releases the second Micah yelps in pain. You look down to see familiar ringed fingers around Micah’s wrist, clutching so hard they’re white knuckled and skin bruising. 

A broad chest comes to rest at your back, and an arm snakes around you. Its large palm rests on your stomach and hip as it pulls you tightly against its owner. 

Words covered in sharpest ice are spoken from behind you, their baritone so recognizable they have you melting back into him. 

Safe. 

You’re safe. 

Exhale.

“Do. Not. Touch. Her.” Taehyung growls so deeply, so powerfully, you feel the rumble from behind his sternum reverberate into your body. 

Micah’s focus shifts from his wrist to the man several inches taller and several years his senior still holding it. You watch as his face contorts from pained to confused and then to murderous. 

“The fuck are you to tell me not to touch my girlfriend?” Micah seethes, and you stiffen because no the fuck you are not, and haven’t been for several years. 

How blitzed out of his mind is he right now?

You don’t even get the chance to deny his words before Taehyung’s on Micah like fire to dried grass.

“Don’t make me laugh, Asshole. No way in hell an pig faced looking fucker like you could pull a woman like her. Now,” Tae roughly shoves Micah’s hand back to him, and it forces Micah to stumble into the people behind with the force. “Get the fuck away from My Girl before I make you My Problem. And trust me,” Tae says in a tone so dangerous, you’ve never heard him sound so terrifying in the fifteen plus years you’ve known him, “You don’t want me to make you my problem.”

And you realize, that this isn’t the Taehyung you’ve grown up with; seen through his awkward teen years and watched come into his adult life with. This isn’t jazz music and poetry Taehyung. 

This Taehyung has only ever come out the handful of times you’ve ever been in trouble. The one who studied Judo with Fourteen growing up, the one who has his fourth Dan. 

The one who does not play when it comes to you and your safety. 

It’s enough to know that Taehyung is more than pissed off, and more than a little ready to beat the absolute shit out of Micah, if the whiskey on his breath says anything about his loosened inhibitions. 

Micah seems to sense this too, and decides to back off. But not without a stupid macho expression and two middle fingers directed at both of you as he disappears into the crowd, and out of sight. 

You can feel the tension radiating off Taehyung in waves, a coil so tightly wound that a gentle breeze could set him loose, so you turn around and attempt to safely unwind. His hand moves from your stomach to your lower back, and you ignore the trail of wildfire it leaves in its wake because Tae’s eyes haven’t wavered from the spot where Micah just stood. 

“Don’t.” You say, loud enough for him to hear. And his flame filled irises snap to yours, burning. “He’s not worth it.”

Your words seem to bring him back somewhat because Tae sniggers. “Damn right he’s not,” then softens. “Are you okay?”

You look anywhere but at him, the reality of the last three minutes crashing down onto your head like broken glass while the both of you are still caught in the middle of the dancefloor. 

The people around you seem to understand something’s happened, and you’re left mostly untouched aside from the gentle nudges of inebriated party goers whose balance isn’t the best at the moment. 

Like the mellowed waves in the eye of a storm.

Taehyung seems to make sense of this at the same time you do, and lifts his free hand for you to take. Slipping your fingers into his, he leads you to an unused and out of the way emergency exit hallway somewhere in the back of the club. It’s completely empty and dark, undisturbed besides the occasional server passing by. 

It’s private. 

It’s safe. 

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

He lets go of your hand and looks at you again. “Now, are you okay?” 

The adrenaline is wearing off, and you can feel yourself start to shake. You ignore it. Sort of.

“I’m okay,” you say. But he’s eyeing you suspiciously and rightly so, so you repeat yourself, trying to convince your own brain more than his right now. 

“I’m okay, really! I’m good. I’m–” you exhale a shaky breath and he doesn’t ask before pulling you to his chest. Wrapping both his arms around you, one around your back while the other holds your head protectively to him. Your own go around his waist as you grip him back tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

“I’m okay,” you say again, muffled into his black high necked shirt, taking deep breaths of his soothing, familiar scent. You do it and again, and again. Repeating the pretty lie to yourself again and again until it becomes the truth. 

He doesn’t let go until you do, and you don’t let go until you’ve finally stopped shaking.

You look up into his eyes, and all signs of his previous wrath are gone. It seems the hug didn’t ground just you, it grounded him too. Got him out of the headspace that would’ve been required for action first, words later. But now the sun is back, it shines down on you, and you bask in its warmth. 

“I’m good now. Thank you,” you say in an even and unwavering voice, because you are. The panic and immense relief having washed over you, and you’re once again simply, pleasantly buzzed. 

Though you do have a new problem in the form of the warmth pooling low from the feeling of both his hands still on your lower back. 

You’re trying to convince yourself it’s his way of keeping you safe.

But the lock on your box has the key inside it, and it’s just begging for you to turn it. 

“Good,” he replies, still not letting go. And it’s chipping away at your sanity. “Who was that guy? I only caught the last bit of his pathetic ramblings.”

You wince. Due to a lovely combination of not being very active on social media, not being much of a picture taker, and the newly dyed hair Micah seemed to be sporting tonight, you’re not surprised Tae didn’t recognize him. 

“Ah. Uhm…That was...Micah,” you admit, unable to meet his eyes again. That’s when you notice his outfit tonight is all black. 

Oh you are so fucked.

 “As in Micah, Micah?” Tae asks neutrally, familiar with what your ex had done, just not what he looked like. 

“...Yeah...”

“I see.”

“Yeah...” You say again. Because what else could you say?

Tae cracks a smile. “Should’ve let me kick his ass. The balls on him not only to approach you, but to call you his—” he cuts himself off, biting the inside of his cheek before continuing in a hushed, caring tone. “After everything he’s done to you, you should’ve let me, PG. Consequences be damned.”

Your cheeks flame at the nickname so close to your ears. So tenderly said. And you honestly can’t tell if you still hate it in this moment, or if it’s only adding kindling to the fire his hands are fueling at the base of your spine. 

The new name he’d called you earlier, its ignition point. 

My Girl.

My Girl.

You swear, even in your panicked state, you’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe before inhaling far too much all at once. 

Fuck, what you won’t give to hear him say it again. But you’re 98.9% sure that’s the three shots of vodka talking. Trying their best to turn the damn key. And maybe they succeed in turning it half way—hell, maybe all the way, because you look him back in the eyes and hear yourself say,

“Maybe I should’ve, but I was far too distracted by the new nickname you finally gave me to give a single fuck about anyone else.”

The moment the last word is out Taehyung stiffens beneath your touch, fingers locked on your back, and you’re very pretty sure you just fucked absolutely everything up. 

Years of good behaviour, of keeping yourself in check. Of pockets of time and side long glances and knowing nothing would ever happen, stolen from you. By your own big, fat, adrenaline depleted, vodka loosened mouth. 

You're a second away from damage control before his grip shifts from your lower back to your hips. 

Higher. Tighter. Controlling. Oh fuck.

He leans down to murmur, “Liked the new name, did you?” in your ear.

Shivers shoot from your crown to your core and down to your toes. Having his deep, deliciously inviting voice so fucking close to your pulse point has you millimeters away from drowning in it. You know he can feel it course through you, just like you can hear the smile it makes him display away from your eyesight as he does. 

“You did then,” he responds for you, a cat toying with its meal as he lifts his head once more to look into your eyes. 

You don’t need a mirror to know the state of your pupils. Your gaze is glazed over in the sinful kind of way.

“I did,” you needlessly confirm, looking up into similarly blown out ones.

The fingers twined behind him release, and make their way around to his abdomen. They pause to splay for just a second at the defined ridges, before slowly crawling up his chest and meeting again at the nape of his neck. 

They play with the soft hair there, gently scratching their nails at the skin beneath where it grows and you watch as your ministrations cause his eyes to roll back, flutter shut, and his head to meet the wall behind him. A barely audible moan escapes the confines of his lips before he swallows,  the divine bob of his adams apple as he tries to regain his composure is the dawn of your undoing. 

“Fuck, PG that isn’t fair,” he groans towards the ceiling, his hands on your waist clamping down harder, pulling you so close your bodies touch in more places they definitely shouldn’t be. The contact has you reeling and all you want is more, more, more of it. 

More of him.

“PG isn’t the name you called me earlier,” you hum, yanking on a single loose strand and Tae sucks in a steep breath, biting the corner of his smirking lip with a canine. 

You want to hear him say it again. Badly. So you release the sensual grip you have on his nape, and let his head lul slowly back down to where it was, his deepening amber wholly fixated on your now entirely onyx. Your heart is begging for release from your chest, and for a moment you wonder if he can see your pulse thrumming in your eyes, because you sure as hell can feel it.

“No, it’s not. But it also hasn’t meant to me what it means to you for quite some time now,” his voice like honey, thick and dripping its way over your body. It’s making you dizzy and weighty with want. It has your mouth opening slightly as he leans closer still, knocking his nose gently with your own. Inhaling in your exhales. Teasing you. Making you work for it. 

“And what does it mean to you?” you ask, barely above a whisper, irises never straying from his as your bottom lip brushes against his in one solitary, intoxicating moment that has you more buzzed in one touch than three shots has had you all night. 

“Pretty Girl,” he breathes onto your lips, pushing his thigh between your legs at the same time he pulls you impossibly closer. You hear yourself moan ‘fuck’ at the contact it gives your throbbing cunt. Too focused on the need coursing through you like a live wire—your body pure water—to think about what you’re saying.

It’s a sweet sound and a violent pleasure he devours as his lips finally, finally, finally crash into yours, pinning you in place and allowing him to take every piece of you he wants. One hand slithers up your naked spine to hold you, your backless dress doing you every favour imaginable as his other continues to help you grind over his thigh.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you suck on it, causing him to jerk into you once with the rapidly growing want pressing into your lower belly. But your hands hold firm at his neck as you pull him into you, a knee lifting to meet his hip. Needing more contact.

The electricity filled pathways his fingers leave down your back, over your ass and across the bottom of your thigh to support your search for pleasure do nothing but spur on the overwhelming need to touch him everywhere. 

No holds barred. No clothes worn. Nothing stopping you. 

He uses his new grip to spin you around and press his hips into yours as your shoulders meet the wall. You’re left to moan sickly sweet sounds of bliss into his ear as Taehyung frees your mouth in favour of your jaw and neck, sucking gentle purple hues down the column of your throat and onto your collarbone. 

“Pretty Girl,” he whispers between love bites, “My Pretty Girl.” Over and over and it has you melting so far into him, the only thing keeping you apart is fabric and a potential audience. Though from the colour you’re going to have to cover with far too much concealer tomorrow, you don’t think he quite cares about that last part. 

It drives you farther into insanity. Years of want and restraint and pretty white lies you told yourself are crashing down on one another and it shows in the fervor of your touch, your wants, your pleads.

“Fuck, Tae—please. Please, I need you— please,” you beg, and the bite he leaves at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder has you gasping for air that refuses to be consumed gently. 

But Taehyung is a man on a mission. One who will not be deterred, and you can’t tell if he will be your pinnacle or your inevitable end. 

With what is very clearly great effort, Tae pulls himself back from your decolletage, only to kiss your lips once more. Open mouthed and dirty, tongue clinging to you like the only thing he’s concerned about is swallowing down as much of you as he can while you’ll let him, and you’ve never felt more desired in your life.

He’s hoarse as he says, “Not here. Not for the first time. Not…not here.” 

“Then where,” you ask, near impatient and far too eager as you let your hands roam wherever they want. And you find your thumbs tracing the waistline of his pants, dipping a nails width below where they should. They trail over the indented V of muscle you know is hiding under his shirt. He shudders. 

It makes you smile wickedly. 

“Then where, Taehyung,” you murmur into his neck with that wicked smile in your words as you trace your nose along his jaw. 

“Fuck, you’re something,” he says, almost pained, bringing you immense delight. To know you affect him as much as he does you. That you have him as much as he has you. 

Sly hands slowly pull his shirt from his trousers in an attempt to urge him on. It works, and his response is quick. 

“My place. It’s a ten minu—fuck PG,” he almost scolds as your digits toy with the hair at his navel, dipping lower—enough to feel the beginnings of something—but not low enough to discern anything. 

Yet.

 “Can you behave for that long?” 

You smirk. 

Retracting your hands, you hold them up to show you can be good, do a quick once over to make sure you're decent and spin on your heel to walk towards your booth. Tae is behind you immediately, hand placed low on your back, thumb rubbing circles on the sliver of skin it touches. You ignore the goose bumps that arise.

Rei and Lea are at your table, thankfully. You explain to them you ran into Micah and that it really shook you, so Tae’s going to take you home. They know who Tae is, so they’re not worried when they give you goodbye hugs or when they tell you to text them when you're home safe. 

You promise you will, and hope that the rest of Rei’s birthday goes well. 

True to his word, it’s a ten minute rideshare before you’re pulling up to a tall, black windowed apartment building.

You’ve only been to Tae’s a handful of times with your brother, mostly for things like pick ups for concerts and such, but now that you’re here—alone with him—you’re trying hard not to jump him in the fucking lobby. 

The pulsing between your legs has only worsened since you removed your hands from his waistline, and you’re close to crawling out of your skin with need. 

His hand stays in its place at your lower back as the elevator climbs. 

It’s not helping and completely helping at the same time.

Fuck.

Tae lives on the sixteenth floor and the view is incredible. It’s the first thing you see past the island when you walk in the front door. There’s the kitchen to the left past the entrance, which turns into the living space that’s furnished in a way you can only describe as pure Tae. 

Books littering every surface, warm neutral toned furniture to counterbalance the colourful artwork he keeps on the walls. There’s an old record player with a collection of vinyls in the corner and what you assume is this morning's coffee mug on the art book filled coffee table.

To the right of the living space is the bedroom. It’s a studio apartment, but Tae’s managed to keep the flow of the place beautifully with some creatively put, gorgeously decorated room dividers. And the tall floor to ceiling windows wrap around it all, showcasing the lights of the city as they blend into the stars in the night sky. 

Mesmerizing. 

Just like the man locking his door behind you.

A kiss is placed on the back of your neck as you slide out of your shoes at the front door. You angle your head to allow more space, letting the arm that folds around you bring you closer to him. The feel of his arousal begins to grow behind you once more and you push back against him. A faint grunt meets the shell of your ear before his hand delicately slides up from your lower stomach and past your sternum. It teases your neck for just a moment before it meets your jaw to turn your lips towards his. 

He captures them in a brutal kiss, drinking you in for all you’re worth and then some as his other hand replaces the one that now holds your jaw in place. He pulls you into him but you spin in his hold, throwing your arms around his neck once more and dragging him towards the living space. He sheds his jacket in the process, uncaring of where it lands on his floor so long as you are still kissing him. 

You only stop when your ass meets the top of the couch and Taehyung palms the back of your thighs to lift you, your legs wrapping themselves around his hips as you sit on its edge. 

He growls at the contact and it has you raking your nails down his neck and over his shirt as you open for him once more, tongues clashing and teeth scraping at the desperate nature you both share. You yank his shirt up and he breaks from your embrace for only the amount of time it takes for the fabric to hit the floor before he’s back on you, adding twin bruises to the other side of your throat. 

You let the strings holding up your dress fall naturally to the side, revealing your chest to him, and a  low, “Fucking hell,” is murmured somewhere below your ear before a nipple is in his mouth and you’re arching into his touch, slices of need shooting straight downwards. Giving no mercy to your attempts to draw out the pleasure. 

One large hand cups a breast, molding it to his wanting before he switches and you’re groaning into the air above you, begging him for more, determined to have his tongue anywhere and everywhere you can get it. He lavs at your peaked bud, roaming over the sensitive flesh, making you squirm at the sensations he’s drawing from you. 

You never want it to end as he makes his way back up to your mouth, dragging his bottom lip over all of the freshly deepend skin it trails in its wake, making you hazy with the feel of him and his marks. 

His delicate touch wanders the insides of your thighs and your cunt aches for it the higher it climbs. But it slides up not down, reaching around to your ass and hoisting you onto his hips. 

Turning, he walks the eight paces to his bed, places a knee on the mattress for support before setting you down. His lips never leave yours he crawls over you, settling his hips over yours for mere moments, allowing you to thrust only twice before he’s removing himself completely and sinking to his knees. 

The fingers you’ve spent way too much time thinking about can’t get enough of your skin as they skate down your sides, taking the dress bunched at your hips with them. You raise your hips to help him get the scrap of fabric off, leaving a delicate, black lace thong the only thing keeping any of your remaining modesty intact.

You watch as his now fully blackened gaze takes you in, jaw dropped in slight at the sight of you with your legs opened on his bed. Like you were the prize he’s been waiting years to claim, and now that you're here and that you’re his his, he can’t quite believe it. 

It’s then you realize that he wants you, and has been wanting you. That your attempts to stay in reality these last couple years weren’t just harder for you, but for him as well. 

It hasn’t been one sided.

He wants you. 

Taehyung. 

Off limits, older brother’s best friend, swim club participating, jazz and poetry loving, judo knowing, book gifting, perfect smile having, protective, Taehyung. 

Wants you. 

You can physically feel the gush that rushes from your core at the thought and you know Tae can see it through the lace.

“Holy fuck…you’re fucking drenched and I haven’t even properly touched you yet,” he rasps, unbelieving. 

“Then touch me and find out just how much I want this,” you whisper. Begging, pleading, praying your words have their intended effect. “How much I want you, Taehyung.”

The sound that leaves his throat is a mixture of a whimper, a groan, and a guttural noise indicative of pure desperate want as he takes hold of your legs and spreads them further. Those mother fucking fingers trace from your ankles to your knees accompanied by the occasional light kiss, back up your inner thighs, and finally to the spot where you’ve been weeping for him for the better part of thirty minutes with a heaping side of ten years yearned. 

He places one open mouthed kiss on the top of your clothed clit and that simple touch has you arching, lightning crackling through your veins with the pleasure it brings. Tae slides one single finger down your covered slit before pushing it under and pulling it to the side. 

At the mere sight of you he’s swearing so fiercely under his breath that you involuntarily clench and he can’t fucking take it anymore.

His mouth is on you and you buck at the sensation. Yielding you no mercy, his tongue swipes from opening to clit in one long lick that has you gasping, clutching bed sheets above and below your head to keep from screaming. 

“Oh my—Fuck—Tae. Ohmygodohmy—” you’re rambling. Incoherent. A mess. 

He’s consuming your very being, no nerve left untouched, no reaction too minimal for his learning as he snakes his hands around your legs to haul you closer, pull you deeper into his mouth and you can’t fucking take it. You’re screaming out at the intensity he circles you with, and you can feel your impending orgasm come rushing to the surface. You’ve barely even processed it’s begun before you’re spasming so hard Tae has to remove an arm from your leg to throw around your pelvis. 

His devious fucking eyes meet yours for one earth shattering moment as he slips two fingers inside and begins a secondary merciless pursuit on your already overwhelmed senses. Using the pads to press upwards in time to the motions he never ceased with his tongue, a second wave is cresting before the first has ceased and you feel yourself clamping down, legs holding him in place as the intensity of your release climaxes. 

You’ve never felt a pressure so intense before, it’s like your body is a volcano and you’re erupting for the first time while someone sets off fireworks from its peak. The lava flows in waves, your hand holding his hair as you ride his face, shuddering at the vibrations his moan into your cunt leaves on the most sensitive parts of your body. 

Gentle strokes and licks calm as your pleasure begins to wane and you can breathe in more than just stuttered inhales again. 

“Holy fu–” you try to get out, but your voice is hoarse, like you’ve been screaming the entire time. 

And fuck, maybe you have been. You sure as hell can’t remember or think of anything more than the warm fuzzy feeling currently radiating from every single pour in your body. The damningly  deliciously dizzying feeling in your head not allowing for coherent thoughts to pass. Your limbs are loose, your body wholly relaxed. 

You’re…Well. You’re fucking perfect right now. If you could stay in this moment forever you would without second thought. Locked in this room with him for all time sounds like the best way to live out the rest of your days.

Until you wince as Tae blows warm breath on your core and he chuckles, then does it again. 

“Hey,” you say, sounding much clearer now, “Stop that and come here.”

You slip your hand down his face and grab him by the jaw, pulling him up and over you. Tae tastes like fire and whiskey and ambrosia and you as you kiss him with abandon, near feral as you take what you want from him and he revels in it. 

He’s on his elbows and a knee over you, and you use it to your full advantage to palm him over his pants and—Fuck he’s big. No wonder he was so thorough on you. This is going to hurt no matter how much prep either of you did.

He hisses at the contact and that only spurs you on, grasping firmly at his base and roving up and over the head with the heel of your palm, squeezing gently in time with his reactions.

“Christ PG, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum in my pants,” Tae laughs into your neck before rising to sit back on his heels. He gets as far as undoing his belt buckle and button before you take over, sitting up and pulling him out. 

He is disastrously beautiful, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at just the idea of him in your mouth. 

Licking your lips, you hear him curse quite colourfully as you take the tip into your mouth and swish your tongue over the head. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

Tae raises one hand to his eyes and the other behind him to hold him up as you take him deeper, shaking from restraining himself so hard, murmuring to himself, “Oh fuck. Fuck me, can’t believe—so fucking good, pretty—perfect—ohmygod,” and you seal the motherfucking deal by taking him into the back of your throat and looking up into his eyes at the same time. 

Taehyung barks and bucks once into your throat before removing himself and throwing you down onto the bed. He looks furious in the way that gets your heart racing, your cunt thrumming and your breathing so fast your chest feels like it might shatter from the crosscurrents. 

He grabs each of your hands and raises them above your head, sliding his fingers up your wrists and between your own, holding them in place on his pillow.

Leaning down, he uses his lowest timber to speak darkly into your ear, teasing your swollen clit with the tip of his cock. Sliding back and forth, sending bolts of white hot need through you. 

“You drive me fucking insane,” he starts, thrusting, teasing, torturing. And you moan at the contact. 

“You make me want to throw away a decades old friendship just for the chance to touch you.” 

Thrust, tease, jolt, whine. 

“And what’s worst of all is you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted, the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, and you turn me into a complete idiot the second you enter the room. It’s like your fucking presence takes away all the working functions in my brain and leaves me with only the incurable fucking desire to make you cum until you can’t remember you own fucking name. Only mine.”

Thrust, squeeze, glide, jolt. “Tae...” you whine, delirious with pleasure, drunk on his greed and  delighted by his torture.

“I call you PG because it’s the only way I can get away with calling you anything more than your name around him.” He sounds almost angry with how low he growls. “And it means so much more than you could think.”

He leans further into you, so close now that his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

“My Pretty Girl,” thrust, “My Precious Girl,” moan, “My Perfect Fucking Girl.” 

He releases one hand to line himself up with your entrance. “That’s who you are to me. That’s what I’m calling you when I call you PG. My Pretty, Precious, Perfect Girl. My Girl.” He slips past your walls, sinking deep and you both groan in euphoric unison. “Mine.”

Tae pulls out, slow and controlled. 

Blissful. 

Then pushes back in, methodically. 

Torturous. 

Feeling every inch you can take, which is every single fucking one.

Inevitable.

Bottoming out for the second time, you whisper, “Yours,” into his ear, and he turns fucking ravenous.

Setting an absolutely ruthless pace, he claims your body, taking what’s so clearly always been his. Your legs wrap around him again, digging a heel into his ass as you drive him closer, harder with every push. Then lay claim to the one thing you’re able to, taking his lips with yours and biting down hard enough to draw the most sinful groan from the back of his throat. Hoarse, deep, almost broken with how raw it is. 

One hand bruises its fingerprints into your hip while the other holds him up over you, and you use this to your advantage, slipping one leg around his and flipping the both of you over. 

You trail your tongue down his jaw to his clavicle, he tastes of sweat and lust and sex and it is the most intoxicating thing you’ve ever consumed. Creating your own gardens of little blooming flowers down one side of his neck and up the other, Taehyung moans greedily into your ear as your ride to match his thrusts, sending him deeper while you decorate your willing canvas. 

Because as much as he wishes to lay claim to your body, you want to claim his as well. 

“Mine,” you say, positioning yourself to take over completely, using the springs of the mattress to do most of the work for you. 

“Yes,” he says. But that’s not good enough. 

“Mine,” you demand, and let loose, pressing down on the mattress with your knees rapidly, creating the glorious effect you wanted. You watch as the up force from the mattress causes Taehyung to be driven into you so quickly he throws his head back, mouth dropped in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YN, What the fuck—” he rambles, lost to the pleasure, biting his lip, going slackjawed, clenching and unclenching his fists into bedsheets that already have your handprints seared into them.

And you keep going, a little torture creation of your own. 

“Mine,” you demand again, and this time, it clicks.

“Yours! Fuck, yours. All yours, only yours,” he surrenders and you slow back down to a regular pace, breathless. 

It’s a great move but it’s exerting. 

You all but collapse on his chest and he takes over, thrillingly pissed off due to your power play. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he asks, and you clench at his tone. 

He removes himself and you whimper, but he’s maneuvering you like a ragdoll on the bed and you’re more than fucking willing to be thrown around. 

He’s kneeling on the bed, lifting your hips and sliding into you in a doggy style, but then he’s doing the most insane thing you think you’ve ever seen. With an arm around your stomach he brings your back to his torso and twists you both to face the open floor to ceiling windows. One of your legs is thrown over his that’s up to splay you wide for the skyline to see, and you can see your reflection in the glass. 

You look beyond fucked out, and so does he, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. But then his hand is sliding to your throat, and a whispered, “Is this okay?” finds your ears. You nod.

Gripping the sides of your throat, he slides his other hand to graze your clit before beginning his own version of the move you just pulled. Pumping into you at a pace that has your g-spot screaming from all of the attention it’s receiving, his fingers swiping deftly over the bundled nerves at the apex of your thigh whilst lightly cutting off the blood supply to your brain. 

It has you twitching and hazy and dizzy in seconds. You can see yourself losing to the feeling so steadily building at the base of your spine in the glass. Mouth open, body willing, the man who’s been at the center of your wanting for longer than you can remember, its deliverance. 

Dark, sex tousled hair, muscled forearms holding you up and driving you insane. Blackened eyes focused on you and only you through the mirror the darkness of the night’s sky has created for you. 

It’s that visual that sets you over the edge when he releases your throat, and you feel a gush flowing from where you two meet.

“Fuuuck yes. My Perfect Girl, cum all over my sheets, drench my cock. That’s it,” he purrs in your ear and it’s doing nothing but sending shock after shock into your already over sensitive and pulsing cunt, letting your consciousness float somewhere above or below you, you don’t really care. 

All you know is that you feel light as a feather and not of this earthly plane. 

Taehyung removes himself and lies you down gently. He’s back inside soon after and it just feels right as he fills you, like it’s where he’s meant to be. 

He hovers over you once more, and you lift a single knee to his hip, mimicking your position from the club as he thrusts into you with fervor, chasing his own high after delivering three mind shattering ones to you. 

Reaching one hand to his cheek, you hold him as he kisses you, working himself to completion. 

Using your other to deliver a few expert circles to your clit, so you can come together, you breathe in each other's release and  drown in once another’s embrace. 

You leave his name on your tongue this time. A gift. A cry so delicate that a tear falls from your cheek and he kisses it away.

Taehyung inhales sharply, before stuttering his exhale and an exquisite warmth fills you.

“F-f-uu-ckkk,” he shudders as he lets the aftershocks of his release claim you in the most basic and animalistic of ways. You drink in the vulnerable sound, taking his mouth with yours one final time as you bask in each other's pleasure. Silent but for catching breaths, exertion evident as you hold one another. 

Taehyung rests on your chest. Lines are sketched gently with your nails up and down his spine and into his hair as he comes down, content in the afterglow, where nothing is wrong and everything is perfect. 

Before consequences kick in and regrets form. 

When he decides he’s ready, Tae lifts and removes himself from you and you can feel the remnants of your combined efforts slide down to the bedsheets. 

Tae takes a single finger and gathers it up before pressing it back in. You hiss at the now tender flesh. Though the pain doesn’t stop the warmth newly pooling at the sight and feel and meaning. 

He pumps it back in once, twice before removing his finger and placing it in his mouth to clean off. Your cunt flutters at the sight and Tae smirks, leaning forward to share his findings with you in the form of a filthy, open mouthed, tongue filled kiss. It’s slightly salty, slightly metallic but you pull him back for one last lick when he tries to pull away. 

Watching him kneeling there, in the glow of moonlight, you realize just how truly beautiful he is. The shape of his illuminated profile, the expanse of his chest as he breathes in, the colour of his skin under silver rays. He’s stunning. 

You smile up at him, spent, sated and so astronomically fucked if your brother ever finds out. 

Tae must see the thought on your face, because he says, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll handle it.”

But you honestly don’t give a fuck about that right now. That’s a tomorrow issue. What you want to know is, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what, exactly?” He specifies. 

You sit up, eye to eye as he sits on the edge of the bed, one leg on the ground. 

“All of it. Any of it.”

There. 

Now it was out in the open. And the rest is up to him. 

You could drag yourself back down to reality. Chalk this night up to booze and bad timing and perfect timing. Could convince yourself it was just one night and that it would have to be enou—

“All of it,” he interrupts, the most sincere expression you’ve ever seen on him on full display. “Definitely all of it. Every last fucking word.”

You slump on your exhale, so fucking relieved you didn’t have to keep trying to lie to yourself that you could forget this happened. 

You’re laughing before you can fight it off, shoulders shaking. Smiling so wide it hurts. 

“Uh..YN?” Tae asks, clearly not sure how to take your reaction and you compose yourself. 

“That’s PG to you,” you say as you crawl onto his lap, and kiss him into oblivion. 

It’s interesting to finally sit on the dock across the way in East Egg. 

The fog is gone, the sky is a brilliant blue, and the little box you kept sits open next to you, the lock and its key lost somewhere to the depths below your feet. Funny how harmless it seems now that there’s nothing locked inside anymore, like it could never really have hurt you in the first place. 

You take in your newly emptied creation, and quirk a brow when you see it move. 

A wiggle at first, before it’s shaking and spinning and shrinking, turning from a box into a glass windowed locket. Golden and delicate and beautiful, with a matching chain. You ponder for a moment what it could be for, before turning to look down at the green light to your right. 

An idea strikes. 

Unclasping the little window, you lift the opened pendant to the green light. And to your delight, the emerald hue hops into its new home, closing its tiny windowed door. 

You smile at the clever little light, lacing the chain around your neck, resting it on the middle of your sternum, right above your heart. Its brilliant hue shining brightly through the pane for all to see.

Funny how the green light you so longed for, longed for you back, and is now yours for keeps.

A/N 2.5: This is what has been rotting in my brain for the better half of two weeks so please enjoy, it was supposed to be short and trope filled to cure my writers block but apparently I am incapable of short. But trope filled it clearly is. Overall tho, I'm quite pleased with this one.

A/N 3: As always, thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, - Yoon <3

Masterlist

[bonvoyagenoona]

Tangerine Dream | MYG

Pairings: Yoongi x Female Reader

Rating: 18 + | Mature | Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k | read on ao3

Synopsis: You and Yoongi fuck in a limo after a show. That’s it, that’s the story.

Genres | Content Warnings | Themes: New relationship, fluff, smut / unprotected sex, semi-public sex, kinda pwp?

Author’s Note: I wrote this on the way home from the Snoh Aalegra concert feeling grown, sexy, empowered, and some type of way about Min Yoongi. And then @mochilatae​ and @purgatorywriter​ started drabble battling. 🥵 Completely self-indulgent. Idk what’s wrong with me today. Enjoy.

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“What did you think of the show, Min Yoongi!“

His voice rumbles through the hi-hat flurry of flashes. “It was incredible. She’s an incredible artist.”

Another voice calls out to him. 

“Does this mean that we can expect a collab?”

Yoongi laughs and lets his neck slope forward. He looks back up at the crowd of reporters and journalists and shrugs. “I’d be honored.”

“How’d you learn about her?” a third voice asks. 

Yoongi takes his hands out of his pockets. His left arm curls around your waist and squeezes you tightly to his side. And his top teeth bite his bottom lip as he turns to you and gets ready to say, “My girlfriend.”

It’s then that they see you. And when they see you, it’s like they can’t believe they hadn’t seen you before. The world seen through Min Yoongi’s eyes is extraordinary. And that’s what you are. Absolutely extraordinary. You’re a heat that tiptoes. You’re a blaze started by a floating ember. You’re every day that each person on earth took the sun for granted.

Fine. You’ll share your name. But only because Yoongi loves hearing it. Saying it. Moaning it. He scrunched his nose when you teased him about not having heard her work before, and he scrunches it now as you recount the story. When they write their articles, they’ll be sure to share how beautifully you painted the picture of goldenrod patches on plush carpet, your thighs, and Yoongi's cheeks. Three editors will keep in the line about Yoongi pinching your hip. 

“You’re a natural,” Yoongi remarks, as the car door closes behind him.

“You set me up well,” you point out. 

Yoongi squints at you. And then it clicks. 

“You’re a pro,” he corrects, eyes growing as he slides closer to you, knees separating as he gets more comfortable. 

How many classrooms. Board rooms. Virtual rooms. Work chats. Family group chats. All places where you’ve had to dance and riff. “In my way,” you smirk. “Anyway, what’d you think?”

“Fantastic,” Yoongi sighs. “She’s so talented. And a master at maintaining such a calm, pleasant vibe. I don’t think I’ve been to that chill yet engaging of a show. And I loved the fog and neon lighting. Took everything up a level.”

“You catch that drummer’s double bass?” you ask, leaning forward. 

“Crisp,” Yoongi agrees. Your lips meet, with a crisp smack of their own. “Clean.” Another kiss. “Could feel it pounding in my chest.”

“Mmm.”

You hike your outer leg over both of his and straddle him. 

His hands are already in place for you, and you slide perfectly into him. He pinches your hips.

You moan and roll your hips forward and back.  

He slurps. Stares at your chest. “Here?” he asks.

“Anywhere,” you whisper, bending down to kiss him. “Everywhere.”

His hands slide down the legs of your ivory pants, then back up your matching, ivory, fitted crop, hands running over your breasts and settling on the clasp in front, accentuating your bustline. 

The lock unlatches with the tiniest click!

You whine and grind down harder onto him as he kisses you hungrily. 

“You in that light,” Yoongi mumbles, happy that when he closes his eyes, he sees you bending and swaying in neon tangerine, and when he opens his eyes, he sees you arching left to pull off your top. 

He reaches up and mashes his hands into your breasts. You cry out.

The driver rolls up the partition. 

Yoongi pulls your strapless bra down, lips burying themselves while his hands trace the band and work at the clasps. One. Two three. Four. Five. 

You gasp softly when he kisses your right breast, lips wet against your nipple. 

You keen, head falling back. 

He tilts his head left. The angle of his stone jaw widens, then tightens. Just before he starts to suck, he opens his eyes wide and watches to see how you’ll take it. 

You always take it so good.

Your voice floats out of you, shuddering on its way. 

He grabs your ass. Fondles your thighs. Thumbs run up your inner seams and press into your flesh. 

“You’re wet already?” he asks, watching the crotch of your pants deepening from ivory to cream. 

“Been wet since intermission,” you mumble, riding as he unbuttons your fly. “Can't hold it back anymore.”

Yoongi grunts at the thought, and as you balance your weight side to side, sliding out of your clothes. 

He lifts his hip from the seat and undoes his zipper, hastily pushing down the fabric and shimmying his boxers off. 

Normally, you’d second guess everything about this decision. But for this man, you will kneel. 

The floor isn’t as soft as your plush carpet, but it’s close. 

Yoongi whines when your tongue circles around his shaft. You run your lips along him lengthwise, holding him between the tip of your tongue and the back of your tongue, and he hisses when you right yourself at his crown. 

He quickly starts to pant, as you feel him harden in your mouth, and ease him into your throat. 

“Mm, faster, jagi,” he pleads.

You go slower. 

He whimpers and slams his temple against the headrest with each torturous swallow. His fingers thread into your hair and curl into a fist. 

Eventually, you give him what he wants. But when you start to go fast, too fast, he whispers, “Jagiya,” and uses his fist to hold you in place as he slides his hips back for his ass to meet the leather seat. 

He looks down at you. 

His top teeth bite his bottom lip. 

It plumps as it pops forward. 

You grunt quietly when you see it, hoisting yourself up, excitedly aching for him. 

When you sink down, he pushes down on your hips, and you sink even lower. 

He breathes out a shivering “fuuuuuck” at the feel of you quiveringly clenching around him. 

Your moan comes out in squiggles. 

You don’t know whose hips start moving first, but suddenly, they’re pounding against each other. 

You need more. More heat. More friction. More bounce. You force it out of each other. You force it out of yourselves. 

You never thought you’d ever call a pothole “well-placed” before, but now you know there’s one at this intersection. 

Yoongi’s eyes roll back. 

You squeeze. 

His left arm wraps around you again, holding you tight. He slides his right hand to the middle of your back. Fingers walk up the base of your spine. Flatten into your hairline. Gently coax you into resting your forehead on his lips. 

He grunts with each thrust. 

You nip at his collarbones. 

He grabs your ass with both hands. 

Pinches. 

You start to ride even faster, thighs pumping, calves frozen in place, absorbing every shock except the ones you want, deep, right into your system.

He hisses and starts frantically searching for your lips. 

You give them to him, and he latches on, whimpering into your kisses, and tugging on your bottom lip as his forearms tighten around your waist and strengthen his hold. 

He pumps up and into you, hard, fast, smooth. 

His hugging upper arms slam you down onto him.

You let out the desperate cry that’s been building in your chest. “Oooohh— yes, Yoongi!! Just like that!"

As he slides all the way down and forward, his back now resting against the seat, he cradles the back of your head in his left palm and smashes your lips. 

Which you both open when you come. 

You whine and pant and breathe into each others’ mouths, kissing each other with encouragement as your bodies wiggle and hum.

His eyes are so tender. 

You melt. 

You melt down his body. Your knees find the floor again, and your tongue finds his dick again, and your eyes are tender for him, too, as you gaze up at him and lick. 

“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. He props himself up on his elbows. And his cowlick shakes a laugh out of you when he asks, “What are you gonna do to me if we do collaborate?”

You smile devilishly, and lick the remaining cum from his slit. 

[scarofthewind]

Let me just say, I feel like Freddy Krueger when he was burned alive. MY SUNBURN IS ABSOLUTELY KILLING ME 😭 the one day I forget to put on some sunscreen this happens, but it’s just so hot where I am I needed to swim, buuuuut it got me thinking ...

Thomas Hewitt with his s/o taking a walk and on the Hewitt land and going to the swimming hole/pond etc. and then boom ! Skinny dipping with our sexy chainsaw man 😳🥵with some cute playfulness and nsfw omg that would literally make my body feel so heated and I ain’t talking about this sunburn lol

A/N: I hope this was enough to quench your thirst lol. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, sweet as candy

word count: 1.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

It was another record breaking hot day and you thought of something that would cool you down more than the fans scattered around the house that included some relaxation. Bounding down the steps to the basement, you catch Thomas' attention just as he lands another blow to the unknown arm he has chopped up on his work table. "Take a break," you tell him, watching him set the meat cleaver down and wipe his hands on his not-so white apron before following you back up to the main level of the house.

"Where are we going?" Thomas asked gruffly as you hand him a cooler full of food and a blanket you planned to use to sit on. "What's all this for?"

"I think we both need a good soak in the river. The water's always nice and cold and it'll feel good especially with this heat." You tell him, holding the screen door open as you exit the house, the burly man following you close behind. He's quiet as he walks beside you through the knee high fields of grass he reminded himself to mow later. The shade is nice once you hit the tree line of the woods and it doesn't take you long before you come upon the river, clear and beautiful as little sparkles of light dance on the rippling water.

You quietly moved to a spot with deeper water and a flatter land surface near it to lay the blanket out. "It's too hot to eat right now," you sigh, wiping the sweat from your forehead and taking your shoes, shorts and shirt off, dipping your toes into the water and making a noise at how cold it was. With a sigh, you slowly stepped into the water, letting it soak through your undergarments and cool off your skin.

Thomas set down the cooler and watched you for a moment, his eyes darkening as he watched your nipples harden through your bra. The man tried to bury the shame and embarrassment he felt as his pants grew a little too tight while eyeing you, but with a few movements, he was left in his boxers as was stepping into the cold water as well. Goosebumps rose on his tan, leathered skin as the water moved around him; it was very cold but soothing. "Nice isn't it?" You say with a happy sigh, leaning back and letting the water soak through your hair, a view Thomas nearly groaned at.

"Very," he grumbled, busying himself with trying to catch a small family of fish that kept circling him. You on the other hand were staring at your lover, loving the way the spots of sun peeking through the tree tops were dancing on his skin. His hair was curling even more now that it was wet and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he quickly reached in the water and snagged one of the fish.

He immediatley moved over towards you, opening his hands to a small fish that made one flap in the man's hands and jumped back into the water. Your laugh made the male narrow his eyes at you, "It's okay Thomas, there are plenty of other fish in the river." The man before you didn't miss the way your eyes drank in his broad shoulders and large frame, a hint of lust filling them as you looked back into his eyes. "What? Why are you giving me that look?" You asked, all jokes aside as he stared down at you with an all-knowing smirk.

Without saying a word, Thomas reached towards you and took you by the hips, pulling you against him; one hand left your side to cup your face and press your lips against his. It was times like these that you thanked the land owners for owning as much as they did so that no one could stumble across the way Thomas' hands were roaming your body.

It was sinful the way his rough, calloused palms drug across your skin, causing goosebumps in their wake. One large hand gripped the flesh of your ass and the other moved to push under your bra, fingertips pinching at your pert nipple. A soft moan left your lips and Thomas' chest rumbled with a chuckle as he pulled back. For a man with no nose, you were sure he could still smell the arousal pooling in your panties; not that he couldn't smell anyways.

"Why'd you stop?" You panted from the heat of the kiss, your hands pulling at his shoulders to get him to come back.

"Take them off for me," he says lowly, pulling at your bra straps and before he can blink, you're throwing the undergarments over by the blanket and cooler. The water was just covering your breasts, giving Thomas the perfect view of the tops of them.

"Don't worry about prepping me," you say, watching Thomas rid himself of his boxers. He gives you a worried look before you continue, "I'm still stretched out from this morning." Your words made the male flush with red as he pulls you close and groans in your neck. Reaching down, he grabs the meaty flesh of your thighs and hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms hanging around his shoulders, fingers playing in his hair.

"You're going to be the death of me," Thomas grunts, pushing his cockhead into your soft pussy, sucking his teeth at the feeling of your walls sinking down around his member. He doesn't move for a moment, letting your thighs stop trembling first and gently rubbing your back; he swears the shape of his cock is permanently molded inside you, especially with how your walls feel so familiar around the base of him.

"More like the other way around, big guy," you moan, pulling away from his neck to press your forehead to his. "But I'd die a very happy woman." You watch as a grin stretches across his face before he begins moving you on his cock.

***

"I think you scared away all the fish," Thomas says from the water as you lay on the blanket, sore and worn out. You were sure you scared off half the wildlife with how loud you were moaning. Sitting up a bit, you whine at the feeling of his cum dribbling out of your cunt and you grab a napkin from cooler to wipe it out. "Don't do that," Thomas' voice makes you freeze and you look over at him. He had one arm propping up his head as he leaned up on the river bank.

"I'm not leaving it in there-"

"You are, unless you want me to fuck it back into you." His words are playful but his eyes are dead serious and you groan, throwing the napkin at him and laying back once again. The rest of the time is spent talking, eating and watching Thomas try to catch more fish. By the time the sun starts to go down, you two are finally walking home, your legs had quit shaking a while ago and Thomas helped by carrying everything back. He made the effort to put everything away while you went upstairs and showered before climbing in bed. He came up a few moments later and followed your actions, flopping down beside you on the mattress and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

"Love you," he hummed with his eyes closed and his hair tickling your nose.

"I love you too, Thomas," you replied, a soft smile on your face as you brushed some of his curls out of his face. Even though the heat was the worst thing you had to endure, being with Thomas made even the hottest days ten times more fun.

[daddyhausen]

Kenny is very attractive…. But NJPW Kenny was another level of attractive, he was so sexy in that era.

kenny is sexy all the time but i agree NJPW kenny was just 🥵🥵

[zepskies]

@waywardxwords Thank you so much, my friend!! 🥰🥰 I worked very hard on this one lol.

Haha I'm so glad you liked that first Dean line. I thought it would be on brand for him. 😂

I also loved the sweet interaction between them when they were in the kitchen baking. I thought it was perfect how you wrote in some history for both of them (with Dean’s memory of his mom’s apple pie, and then for the reader when talking about George’s cancer). It was such a great way for them to be able to continue to learn about each other, and then dive into some fun.

Thank you so much for shouting this out! 🥰 I wanted this chapter to be more than the smut (though that was obviously the focus). They're still getting new tidbits of development with each other here. ❤️

I love the subtlety of him loving her hair down. Also, totally laughed out loud when she marked his forehead with flour and said “Simba”, and I 10000% read it in Mufasa’s voice (I won’t lie, I’m a Disney kid at heart 🤣).

Hahaa yes! I love that you love the "taking her hair clip" motif continuing. It's a small thing, but I wanted to find these little ways to make their relationship unique.

And lmfao YES! I'm so glad that LK reference hit for you. It's my favorite Disney movie of all time and I couldn't resist. (I'm a big Disney girl too.) 🤣

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Firefighter!Dean is so freaking hot 🥵😍 (I’m serious, it makes me want to go get myself stuck in a GD elevator lol).

Omfg girl, don't tempt me. Firefighter!Dean is straight up fantasy. 🥵❤️‍🔥 I'm having so much fun with it that I'd gladly get stuck in another elevator for a chance sighting.

I love that Dean really wants to assure the reader that this ✨sexy time shenanigans✨ is what he wants, but he wants to do it right. I feel like that was so important after the last chapter with all of the things Meg was saying…whether the reader realized it or not, I think she needed to hear it.

Yeah, thank you for bringing this up! This key part of Dean's character development will be important to remember for the next chapter lol. But I felt it was right for him to take a beat with her here. And I love that you said: "whether the reader realized it or not, I think she needed to hear it." 💯

I love this girl, lol. I love her spunkiness and her lack of fear around confronting him on important issues or concerns (last chapter) or telling him to get to it in the spicy 🌶️ moments lol.

I love that you love her!! 😍 I'm having really fun crafting her personality, pressing Dean when he needs to be pressed. But she's got flaws too, will be explored in future chapters.

The smut was absolutely ✨chef’s kiss✨ amazing. The perfect level of detail and I love that Dean wanted to make sure she was taken care of before anything else.

Thank you, my lovely!! 😭 I actually struggle with smut scenes the most. I probably revised that scene 20x times. 🤣 So I'm very glad you enjoyed it lol. My headcanon is Dean's a "giver," and he wants to make her feel as special as he thinks she is, even if he might struggle to say so in words. 😉

Finally, loved the part about the cake burning and how he (as a firefighter) should be concerned but he’s just like, -meh- 🤣 that made me giggle.

lmaooo ironic, right? This man, I swear. That part was so fun for me to write though. 🤣

ALL IN ALL, this was fantastic! After reading your preview for next week, I have NO FREAKING CLUE how I’m supposed to go a whole week without an update 😩 (don’t mind me, I’m being dramatic) but it gives me something to look forward to for next week!! Well, well done! Can’t wait to read more, friend! ♥️

Hahaaa believe me, it's getting harder and harder for me to wait until Fridays to post the next chapter. 🤣 And it's going to be a fun one! A little drama, a little fluff, the reader finally meets Sam, and she makes another visit to the firehouse... 😘💕

Smoke Eater - Part 7

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

🔥Series Masterlist

AN: So I don't know why it takes me exactly seven chapters to get to the smut, but so far that's three different series where that's happened. 😂 (Never Say Goodbye, Break Me Down, and now Smoke Eater. Go figure! 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Word Count: 6,200 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smutty smut and baking shenanigans, tinge of angst.

Part 7: “Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle”

You liked Dean’s apartment. It was on the second floor out of three, and a modest, clean, comfortable space.

Though overall it felt very “dude bro” in décor. You supposed that made sense, considering it was just Sam and Dean living here.

And while you still hadn’t met Sam (he was working late tonight), it gave you a chance to do something you’d been very much looking forward to doing with Dean… 

“Not for nothin’, this is probably one in three of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth,” said Dean.

True to his word, his mouth was full. You giggled as a flake of pasta spewed from his mouth.

“Oh really? Makes me curious about the other two,” you said mischievously. And you handed him a napkin to blot his face.

You sat across from him in the small dining room adjacent to the kitchen. The table itself was barely big enough to fit in the space, feeling more like a nook than a room, but it sat three people. That was usually enough for Sam and Dean, and occasionally Eileen when she came over.

Dean chuckled, his brows dancing. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out.”

Your face warmed at that, despite your amusement. You had made dinner, for which Dean had been more than enthusiastic.

“You mean I get an actual chef making me food? Sign me the hell up,” he’d teased.

Never mind that you weren’t an actual chef. You had focused on patisserie in culinary school. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he’d devoured two servings of salmon and fettucine alfredo, even down to the steamed broccoli. You had to admit, it warmed you inside to see him enjoy your food.

You’d promised to cook for him last week, and he hadn’t let it go until both your schedules opened up enough for you to come over.

He now hummed in satisfaction as he finished off the last bite on his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

“Thanks for this, sweetheart. I needa have you around here more often,” he said, tossing you a grin.

You smiled back. “It’s my pleasure.”

It wasn’t the first time Dean had invited you over to his apartment, but for the life of you, you didn’t know why it had taken you so long to accept.

…Well, okay, you did know why. You were reluctant to leave your grandfather alone, potentially all night. But George had been adamant about you going out for as long as you wanted, on the promise that he’d check in every few hours until he went to bed.

“Okay, ready for dessert?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean said. He still thought about those cookies you brought to the firehouse, almost a month ago already.

Damn, has it really been that long? he thought as he helped you collect the dishes from dinner. He followed you into the kitchen, where you already knew the lay of his land.

Sam couldn’t cook for shit, so it usually fell on Dean to be the figure of culinary expertise. But he had no problem making way for you, especially if you were going to look over your shoulder and wink at him like that.

“Good, because you’re going to help me,” you informed him.

Dean’s smile grew. “All right…what did you have in mind?”

While he started on the dishes in the sink, you hauled out even more ingredients from a big grocery bag you’d brought and stored in the refrigerator. He watched you out of the corner of his eye and spotted lemons, among other things.

“Lemon drizzle cake,” you replied. “One of my grandma’s recipes. I just need a mixing bowl and a cake tin.”

“Good, because we’re not very Betty Crocker in this place. Let’s just say my kitchen tools are limited,” he said, raising a brow at you. “You know, if you wanted to bake, I’m sure you’ve got all the proper bells and whistles at your house. We could’ve done this over there.”

You paused to consider the question he wasn’t quite asking, because he had a point. You could’ve invited him over your house instead. You joined him near the sink and leaned against the counter, tapping your nails on the tile surface.

“Well, as you know, I live with my grandpa,” you said.

“Good ol’ George,” Dean grinned. “That guy’s hilarious. Like the fourth Stooge.”

He particularly liked the story you’d told him about the time George had bought you your first makeup palette when you turned fifteen, but hadn’t told you it was face paint…the kind that clowns used.

“And I’d love for you two to get to know each other better. Don’t get me wrong. But barring the fact that we probably wouldn’t have much…privacy,” you pointed out with a subtle smile, trying to ignore Dean’s resulting smirk. Never mind that you two hadn’t needed “privacy” just yet.

“I guess I’m just not used to inviting people over. I’ve been trying to limit the exposure to germs in the house,” you admitted. At Dean’s quizzical look, you had to explain.

“My grandfather had cancer last year,” you said. “He had surgery to remove the mass, and did well, considering his age. He’s in remission now…but I’m still looking after him.”

You’d gone with him to see his primary doctor a couple of weeks ago for that persistent cough. While the doctor seemed to think it was George’s asthma acting up, you’d still scheduled an appointment with his oncologist.

And while your thoughts led you down an all-too familiar path, Dean processed this with a nod of his head. He shut off the sink. After drying his hands, he looked over at you and brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m glad he’s doing better now,” he said. His brows furrowed. “And your grandma passed just a few years before that?”

You nodded, letting out a deep breath. “Yeah. It’s been a long few years.”

So, Dean took an inventory in his mind as he rested a comforting hand on your back. You took care of your family. You could cook. You were beautiful. And still, you kicked ass at your job and seemed to have the rest of your shit together.

He had to admit. The more he learned about you, the more he liked you.

“Anyway,” you shook your head with a smile. “Sorry. Ready to bake?”

Dean’s lips quirked as he followed you to the other side of the kitchen. He stepped behind you and letting his hands fall to your waist. His lips skimmed the side of your head, pressing a kiss there.

“Okay, Rachael Ray,” he teased. “Teach me your ways.”

You were trying to measure out some sugar in the bowl first, but you giggled with a warm blush as he kissed his way down your neck.

“Are you actually going to help, or are you just going to distract me?” you volleyed back.

Dean hummed against the crook of your neck. “Can’t I do both?”

You picked up and egg and raised it level with his face.

“Hmm, should I try cracking this against your forehead?” you pondered.

His teeth playfully nipped your skin in retaliation, making you flinch with a yelp. The egg actually cracked in your hand.

“Shit,” you laughed, and you quickly dropped as much of it in the bowl as possible. But getting fractals of the shell in the bowl disturbed your anal sense of meticulousness. When it came to cracking eggs, you typically had nothing if not precision.

You shot Dean an accusatory look over your shoulder. He just grinned back at you.

“Am I helping yet?” he joked.

You chuckled dryly in response. “Just you wait.”

A few more minutes and “helpful” distractions from Dean later, you successfully had a cake batter in the bowl. You were hand mixing up a storm and sorely missing your Kitchen Aid mixer. Dean was right though; his cupboards had little more than one cake pan, one mixing bowl, and one wooden spoon.

At home, you had a modest collection of cookware and bakeware that rivaled Williams & Sonoma. Though that had been a gift from your grandparents, when you graduated from culinary school. (Your grandma had picked them out before she passed.)

“What’s your favorite dessert?” you asked Dean. You were pretending not to catch him sampling the batter with a finger while you buttered the cake tin.

“Ever?” he asked, rubbing a licked finger on his jeans.

“Yeah. Number one top favorite.”

“Hmm,” he contemplated with a cross of his arms. “Pie, I guess.”

You smirked. That explained his little man-child display a few weeks ago, when you’d tried to share his blueberry pie on your second date.

“What flavor?” you asked.

“I dunno. I’m not real picky,” he said.

“Come on. Everyone has a favorite flavor,” you reasoned. “I’m more of a cake girl myself, but even I love a blueberry pie.”

Dean eyed your teasing grin with a growing smirk of his own. He remembered that day in your office just as well as you.

“Okay, fine. Apple, I guess,” he replied. You gave him a mocking look.

“Really, the most basic of them all?” You tsked at him, shaking your head. “What happened to Mr. Rocky Road?”

Dean chuckled, but he leaned against the counter next to you. Instead of giving it to you right back, as usual, he looked more thoughtful. A gentler look grew on his face. It caught your attention.

“You know, one of my earliest memories…” He looked up at you then, more self-deprecating.

You realized he was about to admit to something, maybe embarrassing, or maybe just vulnerable. Your smile softened too as you paused in what you were doing.

“You can’t leave me hanging on that one,” you said. And you drew closer with a hand soothing up his arm.

He glanced over at you. “I remember being…four, probably. My mom made pies during Christmastime. Cherry, pecan, whatever. But my favorite was her apple pie. I still remember it, because I haven’t had a pie since that tasted like that one.”

Your heart clenched, but your insides also warmed. Not just at the story of his mother, but the way Dean told it, his voice softer, steady, and deep. It told you a lot about him without him having to explain; just like you, he knew what loss was.

You curled your hands around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Then your gaze drew back up to his.

“Have you talked to your dad since the last time?” you asked, a bit cautiously. “About his investigation of the fire?”

Dean sighed deep through his nose. “No.”

But despite his father’s warning, he had spoken to Sam.

“It’s different this time, Sam. The brand marks are the same,” Dean argued with his brother, this time in the living room. He sat on the couch while Sam stood, trying to process everything Dean had just told him about Mary’s potential murder.

“You saw the pictures yourself?” Sam asked.

Dean frowned. “No, but Dad—”

“Dean,” Sam cut him off as he gripped at his temples in frustration. “This is what he does. He sees evidence where he wants to see evidence. I’ve been down this road with him too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean gritted out. John had roped Sam into helping him a few times, using his ADA status to look into different leads that ultimately hadn’t panned out.

“They always look like connections to him, but they never end up being anything more than his obsession,” Sam said.

He was firm, and Dean understood why, but his gut was telling him that it was different this time…

Still, he had no choice but to let it go. For now.

Dean shook his head of that memory. Instead, he tried to focus on being here with you. He liked this little yellow sundress you had on, despite the fall chill starting to set in outside. As usual, your hair was clipped up away from your neck while you got ready to put the now full cake tin into the oven.

He came over behind you and freed your hair from the clip, letting it all tumble down. You yelped and glanced over at him.

“Dean,” you chided, even though you were smiling. “My hair’s going to get in the batter.”

“I’ll keep it away, don’t worry,” he said lightly. He curled some of your hair around his hand so he could once again press a tantalizing kiss to the back of your neck. He felt you shiver.

You subtly leaned back against him, even as you whined in protest.

“Can you just let me get this in the oven?” you asked on a laugh. He smirked against your skin. You did manage to get the cake in the oven, but his lips and teasing hands were unrelenting as you tried to start cleaning up.

So you felt you had to take matters into your own hands. A mischievous idea had you smiling. You reached out for some flour that had spilled on the counter.

You turned, and before he realized what you were up to, you marked his forehead with an arch of white against his skin.

“Simba,” you said in a deeper voice, trying to mimic Mufasa from The Lion King.

Dean’s brows rose along with his widening eyes. He’d never seen you do something that childish, but it sparked his competitiveness as he blinked a bit of flour out of his eyes.

“You’re real proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked.

Your little smirk was answer enough. You flicked a bit more flour onto his shirt.

Dean chuckled darkly. “Okay, you asked for it.”

Both a gasp and a giggle caught in your throat.

“Oh, no.”

He reached past you for some flour off the counter and flicked it down at you, into your hair, across your face. He grabbed your flailing wrist and marked your cheeks. All the while, his grin grew ever deeper at your shrieking protests.

But you grew devious. You stuck two fingers into the bowl and scraped out a gob of raw, yellow batter. You were fully prepared to fling it into his face, but Dean grabbed your wrist.

“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

He soon released you with a soft pop, before he did the same to the second finger.

Your breath hitched, and your blush was a living thing spreading down your neck, even as warmth pooled between your legs. By the time your second finger slid out of his mouth, you had to reach back to grip the counter just to steady yourself.

His arm slipped around your waist, and you reached for his face with both hands, bringing him down for the hottest kiss you’d ever had in your life. Teeth clicking, lips and tongues warring and devouring. Your fingers slipped roughly through his hair, while he gripped your hips and ass with a passion just shy of bruising.

You almost didn’t register the way his hands slipped under your thighs, to then heft you up onto the counter. You gasped into his mouth and clung tightly to his shoulders. He chuckled and positioned himself to stand between your legs.

“What, need a little warning?” he teased. Though he was breathless as your soft lips veered away from his, starting a burning path across his jaw and down his neck. You left the remnants of your lipstick all along the way, but it was the occasional graze of your teeth that had him moaning for you.

“Maybe,” you whispered coarsely against his skin, uttering a small laugh, “Sometimes I forget how damn strong you are.”

He scoffed. “Sweetheart, if I can heft a grown man on my shoulders up a flight of stairs, I can get you up on a little counter.”

You snorted in response. Perks of dating a firefighter.

And you shoved off his plaid shirt from his shoulders. Dean helped you by letting it drop the rest of the way to the floor, followed by his black undershirt.

You couldn’t believe this was the first time you were seeing him with his shirt off. It was a damn shame, really. But you caught the bit of smugness curving his lips at the way you were ogling, first with your eyes, then with your exploring hands over his toned arms and chest, and the solid plane of his abs, all the way down to his belt. You started undoing the clasp.

Dean couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he stopped you with his hands gently curling around your wrists. You looked up at him in confusion. To him, you looked unbelievably sexy then. Thoroughly kissed, hair tousled, a strap of your dress fallen to one shoulder while your lacey black bra peeked through.

Just the memory of having your curves in his hands had his dick hardening in his jeans, but he blew out a breath.

“Dean?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

His hands tightened on yours as he peered down at you. “Are you sure?”

You blinked incredulously. “Did I look not sure?”

He paused, licking his lips. He raised a hand to hold your cheek.

“I just…you know I’m trying to do this right with you,” he said. “I just want to know…”

He couldn’t seem to finish what he was trying to say, but you thought you understood. You smiled up at him warmly. You leaned up for a kiss, softer this time.

“Dean, I trust you,” you said. And you could finally say it with no reservations. “I think this feels real. More real than anything I’ve had in a long time… What about you?”

When Dean smiled, it was warm, melting away the doubt in his eyes.

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

He seemed sincere. Maybe this man spared few words when it came to how he felt, but you’d seen a glimpse of the deeper parts. He felt things deeply, down to his bones.

His fingers sunk into your hair, and he guided you into a kiss. It was slower, but no less heady and wanting than the first. Your arms wrapped around his middle, letting you flatten your palms against the muscles in his back. But just as you were getting comfortable, Dean broke the kiss. He flashed you a smirk.

Before you could ask what the hell he was about to do, he’d hefted you back into his arms and over his shoulder. You squawked in protest as your whole world tipped over. Your face thudded on his back with a soft oof, your hair loose and falling like a curtain. Your hands accidentally fell against his ass.

“Ooh, someone’s handsy,” Dean teased.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, despite your peals of laughter. “Is this really necessary? I think I can find your room just fine.”

“Call it an officer’s escort,” he supplied.

“That’s for policemen!” you argued.

You couldn’t see it, but you could imagine the way he was grinning from ear to ear as he carried you through the apartment. You never noticed just how long his bowed legs were as he strode onward. But it felt like his shoulder was digging into your appendix.

Grunting in frustration, you slapped his ass again for good measure.

Dean laughed. “Hey, you’re only fueling my fire, baby.”

He slapped your ass right back, since he had an even better vantage point. He even slipped a hand underneath your little sundress and squeezed the inside of your thigh teasingly.

Your answering yelp, and the futile kick of your feet, had him laughing harder. His cheeks were aching.

Finally he reached his room, where he shut the door with his foot. He was gentle as he eased you off his shoulder and laid you down on his bed. You let out a breathless huff once your head hit the pillows. Your face was all red from being suspended upside-down, your hair a mess, and your dress pooling over your folded legs.

You gave Dean a playful glare. “Get over here.”

His smirk deepened, but he obliged you. He chucked his shoes off first, just like you let your sandals slip off the side of the bed.

He soon made his way up the bed, until he was hovering over you with his arms braced on either side of your head. He liked the way you were all laid out for him over his sheets, your wild hair spread over his pillows. He’d pictured something like this before, but nothing came close to having you for real.

He just didn’t know you’d been dreaming of the same thing.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to truly fall for someone, not in a long time. You’d been too focused on pivoting after school, on building your career, on taking care of your family. You’d dated here and there, but nothing had stuck for more than a few months. Even then, you’d never felt half of what you felt right now.

It scared you a little, but it also made you feel alive. Being with Dean made you feel that way.

So you took his face between your hands. His stubble rasped against your palms and the pads of your fingers. You didn’t mind that though. He’d left it a bit long for a shave last week. When you’d mentioned off-hand that you liked the thicker scruff (thinking it made him all the more handsome), he’d kept it for you. 

Now, he seemed like he was waiting on your cue.

You guided him down to you. He kissed you hot and slow, while a hand moved to your waist and clenched in the material of your dress. He slipped a heavy thigh between both of yours. The pressure was welcome, but you wanted friction.

You bunched up the skirt of your dress and aimed to slip it off, but Dean stopped your hands.

“That’s my job,” he teased.

“Then how about you get to it?” you countered with a smile. He rose a brow at you.

“A bit bossy, but I can dig that,” he smirked.

His kisses dropped against your neck, down your exposed neckline, and he peeled down the straps of your dress one by one. Your breathing became more labored as he touched you, squeezing a breast over the bra as he exposed more inches of your body.

Your fingers carded through his hair on a sigh as he made his way further down. Though he finally got impatient enough to work your dress off all the way, followed by his jeans and your bra and matching lacey panties. He lavished attention what felt like all over your body.

Really, he was just strategic. He stopped in places where you lost breath, moaning his name. Like the spot just under your ear, where he sucked hard enough to make you see stars. Or over your breasts, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth, swirling with his tongue like he had the cake batter off your fingers.

His hands mapped out the soft planes and curves of your body for the first time, sometimes smooth and grazing, sometimes adding pressure that made warmth continue to pool between your legs.  

He went further still, wrapping an arm around your thigh and pressing nipping kisses along the inside. All the while his mouth drew closer to the place you wanted him the most. Even though you still raised up on your elbow and gave him a questioning look.

“Really? You want to…” Your voice came out in a whisper.

Dean looked up at you with puzzled brows. “Why not?”

You shook your head, your eyes widening marginally.

“No reason, I guess. I, um…I’ve never had someone do this for me first.” And certainly not on the first time having sex.

Dean frowned.

“Really?” he asked. “A guy’s never gone down on you first?”

You blushed. “Well, maybe with his fingers, but not…”

He shook his head and let out a breath. You felt it between your thighs, and your core clenched in anticipation.

“Okay, baby. I gotcha,” he said. He guided you back down with a gentle hand. “Just lie back and relax.”

You smiled, despite your lingering blush, and you stroked the hand that rested above your stomach. That hand soon slid down as he once again kissed and licked down your thighs. They quivered a bit as his fingers slipped between your folds.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he said in approval. You peered down at him, unable to help a smile.

“You want a medal?” you quipped.

Dean’s brows rose.

“Oh, I’m about to earn it.” His eyes found yours. “You know what my real favorite pie flavor is?”

Your brows knitted together. “What?”

A familiar smirk crossed his lips. “Cherry.”

Before your choked surprise could be broken with a laugh, he began. 

And he wasn’t lying, about any of it. The pads of his fingers began toying with your clit, and that alone had your breath hitching and your hips squirming.

He held you down with one hand on your lower belly while his tongue joined his fingers, seeking your heat and finding the hot channel where you craved to be filled. You gasped.

“Oh, God,” you uttered. Once his warm tongue began rolling inside you, you almost couldn’t breathe.

He worked you over with fingers, lips and tongue until you were arching off the bed, fists clenched in his hair and in the sheets, releasing broken gasps of his name. He didn’t relent until your thighs stopped shaking around his head. Your knees were damn near pinning him there.

He eventually withdrew, wiping his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. He moved smoothly back up your body and heeded the pull of your hands on his arms, and then his face. You tugged him down for a sloppy kiss. 

“How’s that for a first?” he asked breathlessly. His tone was teasing, but he was half-serious you thought, by the look in his eyes.

You were honest, without a hint of a joke. “Fucking incredible. Just like you.”

Dean wouldn’t admit it then, but what you said warmed him. He looked down on you with a smile.

Your hands caressed his face, down his neck and firm chest, and further still to caress his straining length over his boxer briefs. Dean let out a halting moan at your gentle touch. 

“What if I want to return the favor?” you asked with a smile. He made a sound deep in his throat when you cupped him more firmly, letting your thumb brush over the head.

Well hello, you thought. He was thick, and a bit longer than your first thought. Your already sensitive core tightened at the thought. 

Meanwhile, Dean squeezed your arm. His hot gaze bore into yours.

“Very, very tempting.” His thumb brushed your lower lip. “I’ve no doubt you’ve got some talents yourself.”

You smiled under the pad of his thumb. Part of you was contemplating some retribution, sucking it into your mouth the way he’d done to your fingers in the kitchen.

“But I’m thinkin’ I want to skip to the part where I have you coming apart all over again,” said Dean. His head bowed near your ear, though his lips skimmed the side of your face. “This time, from the inside.”

His voice was deep and threaded with grit. You bit your lip on a giddy laugh. You managed to nod, sweeping your shaky fingers through his hair.

“Okay, next time then,” you promised and gave him a sensuous kiss. “But first, just want to make sure you’re ready for me…”

You leaned down to slide his underwear for him, down to his knees. He helped you the rest of the way, kicking them off his legs. When he came back, you were sitting up.

You soothed warm hands along his thighs and took his cock into your hands. Dean dropped his forehead onto your shoulder with a grunt, again squeezing your arms as you touched him properly for the first time.

Dean had a habit of impressing you, and this was no different. You liked the feel of him in your hands, warm and thick and heavy.

After licking your hand to coat it with some wetness, you experimented for a moment in how you stroked him, trying to get a feel for what he liked just as he had for you. He gasped and jolted on one particular twist, and he finally stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

“Okay, baby. Keep that up and we’re not gonna get much farther for a while,” he said coarsely.

It was satisfying to know you’d made him feel even a fraction of how he’d made you feel.

You pressed a purposeful kiss into his neck. “I told you, next time I’ll take care of you for real.”

He chuckled, cupping the side of your face.

“Oh, you’re about to. Believe me,” he said.

He kissed you long and deep, until you were once again breathless. The two of you were kneeling in the middle of the bed like you had all the time in the world. And yet, you wanted him more than ever.

“I’m on birth control,” you told him between more fervent kisses, hands drifting, feeling skin to warm, dewy skin, breaths mingling.

“And I’m clean,” he said. You nodded, hesitating…

“It’s our first time,” you said. “Condom, just to be safe.”

He hesitated only a beat before he nodded back, agreeing to your request. “Yes, ma’am.”

He broke from you briefly. He turned and dug into his nightstand while your nails drew light patterns down his back. It was distracting in the best of ways. A trill of excitement had his hands moving quickly, ripping the foil packet open and fitting himself with the condom.

When he was ready for you, he turned and hooked an arm around your waist. You twined your arms around his neck, and once again, you let him lay you down. His kiss came first, and then his fingers between your legs, past your folds to stroke you back to life.

You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his hips. Though he surprised you again by hooking your legs over his shoulders. Your brows raised at him, and he shot you a wink.

“Trust me, you’ll like it this way,” he said.

You did trust him. Your hands caressed down his neck, down his chest, and you subtly urged him with your heels on his back, encouraging him where you both knew he needed to be.

And with one slow push, his cock was stretching your inner walls with slow, delicious friction. You both groaned at the feeling. His forehead pressed against yours. His hand trembled slightly, brushing your hair away from your face. And he began moving inside you in steady strokes.

Dean was putting his all into this tonight. He thought your promises to take care of him next time were as endearing as they were sexy as hell. Even now, you were touching him wherever you could reach, occasionally moaning his name in his ear, encouraging him with every thrust inside you.

Fuck, he was right, you thought. He was reaching places deep inside you, filling you to the very brim. And you were already on the edge of pleasure, brows furrowed, biting your lower lip so hard that your teeth nearly broke the skin…

Your fingers slipped down between you to further part your folds and rub your already sensitive clit. Dean caught the hint and moved your hand to do it himself, as in time with his thrusts as he could. Finally, you unraveled for the second time that night. Your gasp gave way to a moan.

Your tightening walls gripped him like a vice. His release hit him with the same force, choking a near shout out of him. His hand was a bit too tight in your hair, he realized, so he forced himself to ease up.

He petted over your hair instead as he came down with ragged breaths. After he released your shaky legs back to the bed, he leaned mostly on his elbow and thigh instead of sinking all his weight onto you.

You appreciated that. You soothed up and down his back while you panted for breath.

“Wow,” you managed to say.

Dean’s chuckle took him by surprise too.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He turned his head to press a sloppy kiss where your neck met your shoulder.

Just then, a distant-sounding jingle reached your ears. It was familiar…and you remembered it was the alarm on your phone, which was probably in the kitchen.

“Oh shit,” you gasped. “The cake’s still in the oven.”

He blinked. “Well, I don’t smell burning, so we’re good.”

“Dean! You’re a firefighter, remember?” you laughed, but you still tapped his shoulder so he’d roll over. Reluctantly he did, but he still took you with him, even after he’d slid out of you.

You yelped and clung to his shoulders to balance yourself. “I gotta get the cake!”

“Five more minutes,” he grumbled into your neck. He also liked the way your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“It’s going to be so…damn…burnt!” You punctuated each of those syllables with a playful smack on his arm, until he finally released you with a lazy smirk.

You shook your head and huffed in amusement. Sliding out of bed, you searched around your dress. The first thing you found was his discarded undershirt. You slipped it on real quick and cautiously padded out of Dean’s room. You didn’t know if Sam was back from work, but this was not how you wanted to meet him.

The halls were quiet, so you didn’t think he was home yet. You managed to get to the kitchen unscathed, where you turned off your timer and grabbed some oven mitts. You opened the oven and pulled out the cake, setting it down on the counter. Your eyes narrowed at the almost perfect dome on top.

“What’s the verdict, Chef Ramsay?”

Dean leaned in the doorway, dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. The view was delectable, but you sighed and gestured at the cake with a shake of your head.

“It’s burnt.”

“What? No, it’s not,” he refuted. He joined your side and stared down at the top of the cake, which was half browned. “Looks all right to me.”

“Trust me, it’s going to be dry,” you said, “even with the lemon drizzle on it.”

It was the perfectionist in you that smarted with disappointment. You didn’t want to serve anyone something you weren’t proud of, especially Dean. But he just leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said. “I’m still gonna eat the crap out of it.”

You glanced at him, unable to help a small smile. He grinned back.

“Anyway, I think it was worth it. Don’t you?” Dean said. He pulled you in towards him by your waist, and you went willingly, resting your hands against his bare chest. You let your nails drag against his skin a little as you contemplated.

You looked up at him with a grin of your own.

“Yeah. Definitely worth it.”

Dean later sat with you again at the table, this time with your chairs closer together as you each ate large slices of delicious cake (even if it was a bit dry). Out of the corner of his eye, he noted the copious number of dishes still left in the sink and the flour and batter sprinkled across the counter.

He knew Sam was going to have a conniption when he got home (in the morning at this rate). He was probably crashing at Eileen’s apartment tonight.

Good, Dean thought. That meant he’d have the place all to himself, with you.

“You know, I just realized something,” he said.

You knew that look in his eyes. He was about to say something smartass.

“What’s that?” you asked. He reached out and thumbed at your chin.

“I just got my dessert twice in one sitting,” he remarked. “That’s pretty damn good, if you ask me.”

You snorted in laughter. You also blushed, but you were unable to stop smiling either.

You set down your fork and eased back from the table. Your hand on Dean’s shoulder encouraged him to do the same, so you could sit across his lap. He welcomed you with a warm hand on your bare thigh. Already it was creeping under the shirt you borrowed.

You stroked his cheek with the back of your hand and gave him a mischievous smile.

“Think you could handle another serving?”

AN: 🫣 Was it everything you wanted it to be? lol I love me some baking innuendo. What did you like more: eating the cherry pie or making the lemon drizzle? 😏❤️‍🔥

In Part 8, Dean's past comes a knockin'...

Next Time:

While you were getting dressed, a phone buzzed on one of the nightstands beside the bed. It was Dean’s phone.

You went over to it curiously as you fixed the straps of your dress. The screen showed a missed text message from last night, around 10:00 p.m., and another one this morning. You read the latest one with a sinking feeling in your chest.

From Marissa: Surprised I didn’t hear back from you last night. The offer still stands. 😘

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[buckyhoney]

so i’m watching the defenders saga in order because i never watched it but i’ve been reading fics about frank and matt for like a year or more so it’s about time i watched it lol i’m on daredevil season 2 and you know the scene in the first episode where frank first gets introduced in the hospital omfg when i saw the boots i knew it was frank right away (it may or may not be because it was the gif on a boot riding fic i read…) and i’m not even kidding i screamed out loud from excitement and got all happy before they even showed his face because i knew it was my husband like i knew frank was sexy but watching him in action is🥵 my 🐱 was throbbing and that was only a little fight with matt i’m gonna get so riled up when i actually watch the punisher and other episodes with him in it especially if he fights matt again because i love them both and get worked up when matt fights too but i’m so ducking excited to watch more😩

frank in daredevil was another level of fine, when he's in jail? the white and orange jumpsuit had me feeling things i definitely shouldn't have been

i also know what boot riding fic you're talking about and that fic had me sweating