#i just want to look up and enjoy the view

[intromortal]

✷ OUT OF OFFICE ⸻ P.JS

your coworkers can't begin to imagine what goes on between you and Jongseong when no one's watching.

this work contains ⋆ smut ⋆ minors do not interact ⋆ workplace relations ⋆ jealousy ⋆ brat tamer jay ⋆ toxicity if you squint (it's okay this is freak central we enjoy it) ⋆ alcohol consumption ⋆ don't like don't read! ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list

length ⋆ drabble ⸻ 4.1k words

✷ NIA — heyyy... how y'all doin... quick snack before i finish the actual fic i'm working on

smut warnings under the cut ⋆

mean jay ⋆ choking ⋆ degradation ⋆ punishment ⋆ male masturbation ⋆ orgasm denial ⋆ oral (m!rec) ⋆ brief shoe humping if at all. more like mention of it ⋆ body shots but make it nastier ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ reader fucked around and found out ⋆ like two singular instances of praise

There is something about men like Park Jongseong—men in power, men who seem to always have it together and every situation under control—that makes you want to slowly strip them of their restraint piece by piece, as if playing jenga, until it all comes crashing down.

You take pride in knowing how to get Jongseong to crumble in a just a few moves.

"I told you to only wear that when we're around friends," Jongseong says as he follows you through the entrance, hot on your heels. He rids himself of the jacket that is making sweat drip from his hair and down his forehead, then pulls at the collar of his shirt.

You ignore the bark in his tone, and twirl around in front of the huge mirror in your living room. You wanted a floor to ceiling one, but the ceiling in your and Jongseong's apartment is so high, you had to request it to be custom made. Expensive, but worth the money, and you can't wait for it to be delivered. You have plenty creative ideas on how to better utilize it, ones you're sure Jongseong is also eager to put in practice. "Don't I look good, boss?"

You don't need to look back to know he's probably staring daggers right through your back. He hates when you call him boss with that little mocking tone you reserve only to get under his skin. You two have equal power in the company, he is not your boss and you are not his, but within the walls of your bedroom, you enjoy messing up the dynamics a bit.

The light from the overhead lamp catches the diamond decorating your ring finger as you smoothen down the silky fabric of your dress. The ring is proof of Jongseong's devotion to you, the sight of it a reminder of your time spent all the way in Italy, just the two of you in a beach resort with the dreamiest view.

Ever since the engagement— which was kept a secret from pretty much everyone— Jongseong had softened down. You don't know if it's the prospect of a life together, of a family, that's making him go easier on you during your most intimate times, but one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place is the never ending game of cat and mouse you two got accustomed to playing. One you aren't ready to give up yet, or at all for what matters.

So, you take matters into your own hands. If he hesitates to play, that just means you have to bring out the big guns.

"That was a business dinner, not some random brunch with your girl friends. You were not dressed appropriately." Jongseong walks up to you and grabs your waist with a roughness so uncharacteristic of him. Everyone knows him as calm and collected man, never prone to anger, heart of gold. Only you get a peek into this side of him, the more jealous and possessive one he keeps hidden in the shadows. Knowing it's something reserved for you only makes you want to poke the bear all the more.

"A very uneventful dinner, my girls' brunches are way more fun." You know the reason for his anger is not because your dress doesn't conform to whatever dress code was put in place long before you or Jongseong got into the business world. It's a front he's putting up, to not admit that what he really feels is jealousy. Jealousy because he had to sit across you, pretending you don't live at the same place, pretending he's not balls deep inside you every other night, pretending he isn't the man who proposed to you months ago. Jealousy because he had to see his very rivals openly flirt with you all night long, uncaring of the ring on your finger that should have been enough to keep them the fuck away from you.

He's mad because he knows you and how you love playing games, he knows you push him on purpose, and as aware of it as he is, he can't help but fall for it every single time, even when it means giving you exactly what you want.

He bunches up the cream colored silk in his fist, his wrist glimmering with the heavy watch you got him for his birthday, and the slight movement is enough to uncover what you are wearing underneath.

"Is this your idea of fun?" He laughs, and the sound is devoid of any humor. It makes a shiver runs down your spine, but it also tells you you are on the right track.

It's the same lingerie you wore for him on the night he proposed, the one he spent hours picking out during one of his business trips instead of resting at the spa of the five star hotel he stayed at. It's white and embedded with a shower of diamonds. The best money can buy for his own jewel waiting for him back home.

He specifically bought that one for the special occasion, claimed you as his in it that same night. And you wore it around the very men trying to surpass him, crossing your legs here and there to give them a peek.

Jongseong is an enjoyer of the finer things in life. The tiniest detail of his life is hand picked by him personally to display his refined taste. From the bedding he imported from across the globe, to his very personal wine cellar stocked by Mr. Sim's private collection, to the fragrances he wears daily, formulated with the help of the most talented perfumers. All of it has to fit perfectly to his taste and parameters. He is a man of sensations, the touch, the smell, the feel. They all awaken memories in his mind, that's part of the reason why the lingerie you wore the first time he made love to you as your fiance had to be perfect. But now you have tainted it.

And for that, he has to make you pay.

"Come on, it's just the panties. I didn't even wear the bra, so it doesn't count," you say, putting on your best pout. You know it's useless when you meet his gaze and find his pupils blown out, the warmth you're accustomed to being met with seemingly gone.

Jongseong's other hand slides up, feeling the dress under his palm, taking his time in cupping one of your tits. He's careful, almost sweet in his exploration. If his eyes didn't tell you another story, you would think the anger had evaporated out of his body. It's what tells you he's not letting you off the hook easily this time, but deep down, it's what you wanted all along.

You meet his hand with yours, smaller fingers caressing the skin of his wrist then sliding up to intertwine with his longer, thicker ones. You guide him to squeeze your chest, enamored with the way he looks at you, like you're the most beautiful piece of art he has ever laid eyes on. Like you're his and in dire need of a reminder. "It's nice right? Custom made in France."

He lets out a hum. Then, moves his hand to rest on your neck.

Your breath hitches. He barely applies any pressure, but the weight alone is enough to make you want more. You crave the fuzzy feeling that courses through your veins when you let Jongseong decide how much and when you get to breathe, the delicious lightheadedness that comes with it.

It's what gets you going, the knowledge that you could say your safe word out loud and he would drop his hand immediately. Knowing he would rush to reassure you and take care of you like he usually does. There's power in granting someone else your submission, and at the end of the day you both know it's you who is calling the shots.

You follow his hand again, pushing to get him to apply more pressure on the sides of your neck. Even when you know you're gonna let him do whatever he wants, you enjoy making him work for it.

He frowns, and you smile. You can practically guess what he's thinking: if he punishes you, he's giving you exactly what you want. But if he doesn't, he's letting you off the hook with not so much as a slap on the wrist. No matter what he does, you have already won.

Jongseong makes his choice for the night. His grip on your neck strengthens, and you wheeze when he brings his face impossibly close to yours, whiskey and mint breath fanning on your lips. There's a something in his eyes you don't think you have ever seen, the look of pure unadulterated fury. It looks much like obsession does, in the way it's icy cold and not burning hot like one would expect. It stings like dry ice, like frostbite.

He has never looked better, and your thighs move on their own, squeezing in search of relief. You bite your bottom lip to silence any sound threatening to spill out, but Jongseong sees right through you. He sees the raw lust overtaking your body even when you try to deprive him of the show.

"You enjoy pissing me off, don't you?" he asks, venom dripping past his lips. You want to kiss it off of him.

"You're—" He squeezes, and you gasp. You have to gather strength to finish your sentence. "Easy to piss off."

"I think I've heard enough from you tonight." He relents his grip on you, smoothing the wrinkled mess on your dress like he wasn't just choking you mere moments ago. "Go sit on the bed. Dress on, don't make me repeat myself."

You follow his instructions, much to your surprise, like your legs are moving on their own. Half the reason is the sternness in his voice, you can't recall a time when he has ever sounded quite like that. The other half you guess is curiosity, when it comes to punishing you, he rarely makes detours.

When you walk into your room, you find it tidy just like you left it before heading to dinner. Your side of the bed is overflowing with pillows while Jongseong's only has two. One is the pillow he uses when sleeping and the other one is heart shaped with a case printed with his favorite picture of you. You got it for him as a joke, half expecting him to laugh and then never think about it again. Instead, he treasures it like it's the most precious gift you could have ever given him, despite how poorly made it is. Even when most of the pillows on your shared bed end up on the floor during the night, he makes sure that one never does. You think if it came down to it, he would rather lay on the floor himself.

If Jongseong is pleased, he doesn't show it, because soon enough he walks into the room with two brown labeled bottles of red wine and stemmed glasses, not sparing you a single glance.

He takes his sweet time reading the back of each one, unscrewing only one bottle open. It's his way of getting back at you, making you wait. Each second that passes makes you more curious about what his next move will be, about how he is gonna punish you. Your eyes never leave his figure, his buttoned shirt doing nothing to hide how the muscles of his arms work as he untwists the cork. Your hungry gaze travels down, devouring him inch by inch, finding him already hard in his dress pants. No matter what he says, you know he enjoys this little game as much as you do.

"Can you be quicker?"

"I told you I've heard enough." The cap gives up with a pop. Finally. "No more talking unless I ask questions."

He pours a glass, then dangerously walks up to the bed where you are sat and hands it to you. "Open up."

It takes you a few seconds to comply, but ultimately, you do. You keep your gaze fixated on his as he tilts the crystal glass, pouring the bitter liquid down your throat. It stings on its way down, it paints your lips in hues of red.

When Jongseong removes the glass from your lips, you poke out your tongue to clean the mess left behind, gaining a hum of satisfaction from him. Still, it's not enough for him to voice out any praise.

He pokes his thumb into your mouth, lowering your jaw open to make sure you swallowed every last bit. The action is innocent to the untrained eye, but the execution is so charged with lust, it has you squirming on the edge of the bed. "Is the wine to your liking?"

You nod, but he quirks his head, waiting to hear you say it out loud.

"It's nice," you say, voice still rough from earlier.

"Good. That's good. I'm glad." He puts the glass down on the shelf facing the bed, right next to the bottles and the corkscrew. "Because you'll have more of it later."

He leaves you no time to process his words, grabbing a fist of your hair and pushing your face right on his crotch. The surprised gasp that leaves you is muffled against the cotton of his dress pants, and it takes you a second to understand what he wants you to do. "Stick your tongue out for me—yeah just like that."

He guides your head with his iron grip on your hair, letting you mouth at his clothed cock until his pants are soaked with your spit. It's messy and obscene, it leaves you wanting to feel his skin on your tongue, to get an actual taste. You want him to take his frustration out on your mouth, to use it like his own personal toy, and you make sure to show that to him.

"You're so dirty… look at you, so eager to please. What happened to all that attitude from earlier, mhh?"

You lick a long stripe, from the belt to the underside, putting more spit in it the lower you go, looking for any reaction.

When he bites down on his lip to keep a sigh of pleasure in, you feel emboldened enough to grab the button holding his pants together with your teeth, pulling it between them to signal him to take them off. Instead, he pulls your head off of him completely, ignoring your whines.

"Awww baby," he mocks, titling your head up. "You thought you'd get what you want so soon? You know better than that."

He undoes his belt and his pants, then leans back against the desk right behind him. "You've been such a bad, bad girl all night. I think you don't deserve to have fun yet. Am I wrong?"

"Please, I'll be good from now on." You look at him, glossy eyed. But he's way past the point of being impressed by your words. All you do with that filthy mouth of yours is lie anyway.

"We'll see about that." His shoulder relax with a sigh as he palms his cock briefly, alternating between squeezing the outline and stroking it, before dipping his hand down the waistband of his boxers. He takes it out, revealing the length to you too. It looks delicious in his hand as he gives it a few experimental pumps, the red tip glistening with accumulated precum, more abundant with each stroke. "Stay put where you are. No touching yourself until I give you permission. Understood?"

You're too lost in your own thoughts, too in awe of the sight before you to really register what Jongseong says. Your mouth waters as he works his hand around his thick girth, and you wish it could be your lips wrapping around it instead. Your hand runs down your body, still covered by the dress, looking to give yourself any sort of relief from the pressure that has built inside your belly, a feeling no amount of squeezing or grinding down on the linen bed sheets is enough to satiate any longer.

Jongseong catches you instantly, and stops moving his fist. In return, this snaps you out of your daze. "I said, no touching. Try that again and you're not cumming for a week. Yeah?"

"Yes. I'm sorry," you meekly say, snapping your hand away from your core like it burnt you. You believe him when he tells you that, because it has already happened. The first time he threatened it, you ignored it, convinced he wouldn't actually leave you dry and hanging. You learned the hard way Jongseong doesn't really take promises lightly.

"Good." He resumes his movements after ridding himself of his shirt, torso glistening under the light. He starts off slow and steady, deliberately showing off just how thick he is because he knows it's your favorite thing about his cock. It sits heavy in his hand, and every few strokes he squeezes, recreating the way your cunt clenches around him when he's buried in you to the hilt.

More than anything, it's the sounds he makes that really get to you. Jongseong's little moans and gasps might just be your favorite things in the entire world and being the one to rip them out of him is something you take pride in, it's your motivation to keep going when you're tired and spent. He sounds beautiful as he keeps jerking himself off, his hair slowly getting wetter and wetter with each movement of his arm.

The veins running down his length look fuller, and so do those on his arm. A sick part of you wants to bite down on the flesh of his biceps, leave your mark on him for everyone to see. There's no worse punishment than not being able to touch him, and after so many times he's tried to put you in your place, he might have actually cracked the code on how to get you to behave for at least a little while. Jongseong continues working on himself, his brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes closed, imagining who knows what.

It's only when he looks at you to check if you're keeping your hands to yourself, and finds you with your arms glued to your sides, eyes teary from desperation, that his movements falter. He throws his head back, stuttering through a chain of fuck fuck fucks, fist squeezing on his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot. He takes a few seconds to regain control, breathing so heavily you would think he just ran a marathon.

When he's sure he won't cum from your sight alone, he opens up his eyes again to take your disheveled form in. One of the straps of your dress fell down, and the silk got all bunched up at your waist, culprit panties on full display. Your makeup is smudged on your cheeks, but he thinks you look better like this anyway. He almost caves in.

"Come here," he says, but most of the anger and bark in his tone from earlier is just a faint accent. He's a weak man for you, unfortunately for him.

You get on all fours on the floor, literally crawling to be at his feet. He grabs your face to caress it, sweet and gentle, runs his fingers along your jawline. There is the faintest twitch of a smile on his features. He wants to cave in. "Do you know your place now, baby?"

The light hits your features in a way that almost makes you look angelic, but you're a much more devilish creature. And when you nod, the hunger in your eyes betrays you. Jongseong wants to cave in, but he doesn't.

He gives you a light slap, its sole purpose is to admonish you, not hurt. He grabs your face again, this time with more strength, and squishes your cheeks together. "But I don't think you do yet."

A hiccup leaves your lips when he lets go of his hold on you and turns to the shelf behind him, the little glimmer of hope you held out on now trampled under his foot. "Please— I'll be good, I'll listen to you from now on, I'll do any—"

Jongseong interrupts you, full glass of wine in his hand and an amused curl on his lip. "Yeah? Then prove it to me. Get to work." He lets some of the wine fall down his torso in little streams of red. It drips down his abs, the hard ridges shaping the flow of the liquid. It goes lower, and lower, and lower down his v-line and thighs.

You stare at the imagine, enamored with it, mouth watering as your eyes follow the droplets' descent down your fiance's body. You're so captivated Jongseong has to remind you to take action with another light tap on your cheek.

You lick a stripe of wine off of him, from his thigh to his pelvis, reveling in the way his leg bounces under the stimulation, under the sheer power of your sultry gaze locked on his. His Adam's apple bobbles when your tongue traces its way to his cock, red and angry from the edging he subjected himself to. You go to wrap your hand around the base of his length so you can suckle on his tip, coax more of that delicious salty precum you adore out of him, but his hand swats yours away.

"No hands, keep them behind your back. Show me how you use that mouth."

The order has you gushing in your panties, now too ruined to ever be worn again. Your thighs are slick with want, from all the wetness seeping out of your poor untouched cunt, from all the times you have clenched around nothing ever since the night started. You know the only way to cum is to follow Jongseong's orders until he's happy and satisfied with your compliance.

So you do. You bring your hands together behind your back, pretending an invisible restraint is keeping them out of the way, then bend forward to take his tip inside your mouth, giving it a few experimental sucks that have his hips stuttering to push more past your lips.

You take more in, trying your best to relax your mouth as you do so because he's so thick, but the sight of your struggle makes his throb.

"That's it. Good fucking girl. Such a good girl for me."

The praise hits you right where you need him most, and you can't possibly hold in the moan you release around his girth, the vibration making him throw his head back in pleasure.

He lets more wine dribble down his body as you work your magic on him, the liquid cold against his scorching skin. Some of it gets on your dress, staining it, and you think this might have been his plan all along.

"Aw. Look at your dress, now you won't be able to wear it anymore. What a pity," he groans. "So good, your mouth is too fucking good."

You double your efforts, and Jongseong coos at you. "Poor little thing, you wanna feel good too, don't you?" He sets the wine aside again, opting instead to push the hair out of your face so you have better access to his cock without anything getting in the way. "Wanna get a pillow to hump?"

You make a muffled sound of displeasure, and he laughs. Of course, he knows that's not what you want.

"What is it then?"

You think he's about to pull you off of him so you can speak, but he doesn't. He keeps you in place, mouth on his length right where it belongs, and instead expects you to voice your needs without a chance to breathe.

You want to tell him it's his touch that you crave, and you try your best to, but it comes out incomprehensible, a muffled jumble of sounds that don't quite hold any meaning.

"I'm sorry, couldn't hear you. Try again?"

Tears prickle your eyes, squirming in your spot, at his mercy and on your knees for him. You try again, with even worse results.

Eventually, he relents. His shoe moves, pushing under you, until it comes in contact with your dripping clothed pussy. Your reaction is immediate, a long drawn out moan at the smallest, faintest contact. He teased you for so long, you think even a brush could be enough to make you come undone. Yet, he makes you work for that too.

"Hump my shoe then, make yourself come if you want to so badly." He bends down, fist still in your hair to pull your head backwards. "But hold it until you make me cum first. After you swallow all I give you, then you get to let go. Understood?"

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The Story of Us: Chapter 7

pairing: logan sargeant x famous!fem!singer

summary: logan and you have been keeping a secret from everyone but it might be time for it to come out

a/n: while I do my best on most of my works to be race neutral, this one is very very very self indulgent 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n2: this is the end! Thank you all for following along! That said — I’m open to write more for them in the future!

a/n3: I still don’t understand instagram so - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also I still hate twitter so I’ve replaced it with Bluesky

Masterlist | Taglist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Valentine’s Day

Private Messages, Logan and y/n

Private Messages, Logan and Oscar/Alex/George

Private Messages, WAG Chat

Bluesky

user1: what??

user2: please say sike right now

user3: this is NOT what I wanted to wake up to…

user4: haha this is a joke right???

↳user5: it better fucking be. I can’t have my American driver off the grid…

user6: what the fuck are they thinking?

↳user7: that’s what I want to know??

↳user8: right? To piss off the y/n fans?

logansargeant: lol

↳user9: what does this mean? What do you know??? WHATS HAPPENING???

↳user10: come on and give us something please

user11: oh my god we knew it was gonna happen but I didn’t think it was gonna be so soon…

↳user12: WE KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN?? WHY WASNT I TOLD??

↳user13: yeah we knew it was gonna happen?? Since when??

↳user11: since the beginning of the year? Have you completely missed vowles dislike and shafting of Logan? How long they waited to resign him last year?

↳user14: the shafting is real — Logan has scored more points for Williams this year and he still got his car taken away…

↳user12: but Logan??

↳user11: I knowwwwww. I can’t say goodbye to Logan…

Bluesky

user15: no but for real! They’ve been so quiet about all of this…

↳user16: that’s so sus…

user17: right??? There has been NOTHING but that strange lol from Logan and complete silence from y/n!

↳user18: I know we’re going into summer break but I’m gonna need literally ANYONE to say something about this situation

user19: I just bet y/n has something up her sleeves…

↳user19: she’s been too quiet for something this big…

↳user20: she better!

y/n

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y/n: mornings, noons, and nights with you 🩵

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logansargeant: I’ll spend all my days with you

↳y/n: 🩵🩵

↳user25: ok but what does this mean?? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

↳user26: PLEASE

user22: couple goals!

↳user23: do I want to be y/n? Or do I want to be Logan?

↳user24: how about a secret 3rd option?

oscarpiastri: enjoying your break?

↳y/n: I always enjoy my time with Logan!

user27: the hand paintings though…

↳user28: look at the size difference there though!

↳user29: I want that so much

lilyzneimer: can’t wait to see you guys later!

↳y/n: counting down the days, lovely

↳user30: what do I have to do to become part of this friend group??

carmenmmundt: it was a pleasure to see you again 💚

↳y/n: you too, darling

↳user31: hello jealously my old friend

user21: so gorgeous!

alexandrasaintmleux: You, Kika, and I definitely need to get together soon with our fur babies!

↳y/n: literally name the time and place — Marshmellow and Croissant will be there!

↳francisca.cgomes: Simba and I are packing our bags right now!

↳alex_albon: Lily, Otter, and I are feeling neglected right now!

↳y/n: Lily and Otter are very welcome!

↳alex_albon: what??

↳lilymhe: we’re on our way!

↳iamrebeccad: so are Piñón and I!

↳charles_leclerc: what about us?

↳carlossainz55: you are stealing my dog?

↳alex_albon: a lot of dogs?

↳y/n: girls and fur babies only!

↳logansargeant: and me?

↳y/n: of course!

logansargeant

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logansargeant: summer breaks spent with you 🩵🤍

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y/n: nowhere else I’d rather be 🤍🩵

↳user32: oh my god the matching hearts…

oscarpiastri: thanks for the invitation out

↳logansargeant: it was just what we needed to end the summer break!

↳y/n: always

↳user33: they hosted a bonfire 🥹🥹

↳user34: I need to know who all was there!

↳user33: oh same…

alex_albon: ok but where were you feeding the giraffes??

↳logansargeant: 😂😂 sent you the info dude

↳alex_albon: thanks mate

↳logansargeant: 😉

user34: i so so so love the relationship between Logan and the rest of the grid…

↳user35: don’t really care for how long it took to develop though…

charles_leclerc: the drive-in was particularly amazing!

↳y/n: I told you! Best way to watch a Disney movie

↳user36: they also hosted a movie night?!?

↳logansargeant: we did!

user37: ok but is no one gonna talk about the painting picture???

↳user38: no you’re right we really need to talk about it good lord…

↳user39: back muscles 🤤🤤🤤🤤

↳user40: but imagine her sitting on him to draw that…

↳user41: that’s hot 🥵

Bluesky

user42: YES!

↳user43: HES BACK!!

user44: what? But wait what?

↳logansargeant: I’m driving for Williams next year! Hope this helps

↳user44: only slightly!

oscarpiastri: glad to see you’re back!

↳logansargeant: never actually left

↳user50: please give us something more than this

alex_albon: great! I didn’t want to have to break in a new teammate

↳y/n: no new teammates here!

↳logansargeant: not for a while at least…

↳user51: ok but now you’re just doing this to be mean…

oscarpiastri: did you really have to copy my tweet?

↳logansargeant: i absolutely did, thanks for the template

Bluesky

user52: THE EVIL HAS BEEN DEFEATED?!?

↳user54: Santa thank you for the early Christmas gift — I promise I’ll never ask for anything else ever again…

↳user52: same!

alex_albon: Thanks for all the support these past 2 seasons! It was an honor to work with you

↳user55: that’s such a dry af comment

↳user56: must have been a hard team to work with…

user57: and if I say y/n…

↳user58: no this has her hands all over it

↳user59: seriously?? Do you think she’s the answer to everything??

↳user57: everything? No. To this? Yes

↳user58: if it has to do with Logan? Absolutely

logansargeant: You’ll be missed in the garage

↳user60: ok no this is a dry as shit comment!

user61: I’m so used to giving and now I’m receiving!!

user62: bye bye LOSER

user63: 🙏🙏🙏🙏

user64: GET GONE!

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f1: Logan Sargeant has been signed to the Williams family on a multi-year contract

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user65: our emotional support American driver!!

user66: WTF is a kilometer!!

user67: caw caw 🦅🇺🇸

↳logansargeant: the cry of my people!

↳user68: makes us proud Logan!!

oscarpiastri: congrats Logan!

↳logansargeant: thanks dude!

↳user69: now it’s your turn Oscar! Get that long term contract!

logansargeant

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logansargeant: she said yes!

On a more serious note, y/n you are everything to me — the light of my life, the moon and stars in my nights, the best part of my brightest days and the comfort in the darkest nights. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me and I praise it everyday. I’ve been ever so blessed to be by your side and I’ve never been happier when you said yes.

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oscarpiastri: Congratulations!

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y/n: Oh Logan…there was never any doubt that I would say yes. Loving you, being with you, choosing to spend my life with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done and I wouldn’t change a thing that led us to where we are now.

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lilyzneimer: Congrats on finally asking the question Logan! And congratulations to you both!

↳logansargeant: I had to make sure everything was right first! But thank you

↳y/n: oh Logan…everything is right with you 💜💜

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More Notes

This is slightly opened ended — I have no idea what goes into owning a team, who should be team principal…and I don’t know if I’ll ever write that out. I might write their wedding one day though…

[insomniadreamzz]

I want all of you

G!P Powder x Fem!Reader

Contains G!P ofc, overstimulating, no protection, dom!Reader, Sub!Powder

Well since all of you waited for this and wanting this so much I am ofc giving it to you ❤️

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You knew Powder felt a little insecure about her size, she was always shyly looking away whenever you started to go further from making out like you were right now.

Of course you made sure to reassure your girlfriend, wanting to make her feel more relaxed. It’s not the first time you saw her naked but there was still a hint of nervousness coming from her. „Come on baby…you know I love you just the way you are. Don’t be shy.“ You mentioned as your hand slowly ran up and down her shaft, making her squirm under your touch. Powder bit down on her lower lip, her eyes looking down at you, making eye contact as she let out a soft hum. „M-Mhhn…I know.“ She answered, her cock getting hard in your hand. You were already so wet by just seeing her like that, it turned you on so much. The size of her cock wasn’t big but just perfect for you. She was perfect enough to hit your special spot and that’s what you were yearning for, getting up to take off your panties before positioning yourself on top of Powder, your wet folds rubbing against her, making her cock wet with your slick, gaining a soft moan from her as she placed her hands on your hips.

„That’s much better…you know I love to feel you inside me.“ You tease, raising your hips as you then let her slip inside of you, making you moan out softly at the good feeling of her filling you. You saw Powders expression soften as she felt just as good, humming softly. „Fuck…you feel so good..“ She said, keeping her hands on your hips while you moved, riding her cock.

Of course you didn’t think about stopping. You exactly knew what Powder liked even though she acted shy in the beginning, you knew she couldn’t get enough of you just like you couldn’t get enough of her. Your movements got faster as soon as you got used to her cock inside of you, your wetness dripping down on Powders thighs.

The room got filled with the sounds of your moaning and the wet sounds your bodies made, knowing Powder was close when her painted nails were digging into your skin, making you smirk. „Are you gonna cum? Mh?? That’s okay just cum in me, I want it all.“ You said with a seductive voice, making her moan out in return, making you feel her cock pulse inside of you as she released her cum inside of you but you didn’t stop, you kept on moving, riding her even more harder than before, feeling a bit of cum dripping out of you, already knowing you will cause a mess on the sheets. Your own juices squirting out of you as you came as well, your pussy clenching around her cock, wanting more.

„Fuck-..fuck please! I-I am so sensitive-…ah!“ Powder whined, grabbing you more tighter, her cock was still hard, making you know she was still turned on even though she felt sensitive right now and overstimulated. „It’s okay baby you can give me another one can you?“ You kept on teasing her between your moans, keeping on riding her as your pussy clenched more on her, you felt just as sensitive but didn’t show it, wanting to be in control and get all of your girlfriend.

You kept on riding her for a while, Powder had already her second orgasm, more cum dripping down her balls since you were too full of her but you wanted more, a third one. You tried hard to hold back your own orgasm so you could manage to milk more cum out of her.

Powder lost her mind at the intense pleasure, her nails leaving marks on your hips snd her eyes rolled back into her head, the only thing she could do now was moaning and whining, babbling something inaudible as her mouth hung open. You enjoyed the view so much it turned you on even more. „F-Fuck…fuck yes cum into me again, make me full. I want to get every…single…ngh!…drop.“ You leaned down kissing her as you both moaned into each others mouth before rising up again to slam your hips down as you rode her hard and fast, feeling your own orgasm getting closer. „Ah! God-…fuck! I am gonna cum, I am gonna c-…“ You got cut off by your own orgasm moaning loudly as your legs were shaking of the intense orgasm, making her cum as well with a loud moan, filling you up once again. Powder really wanted to give you all she had, to give you everything you wanted and it satisfied you. You collapsed on top of her, her arms wrapping around you as you both panted heavily, her cock still buried inside of you. „P-Please I can’t-…“ Powder started but you cut her off with a gentle kiss before smiling. „It’s okay you did a very good job my love.“

Soon you got off Powder, seeing the tip of her cock being all red, she must feel so sore already, making you pout playfully. „Awh…my poor baby.“ You mentioned before leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of her cock, making Powder groan as her body shivered at the contact.

„Anything for you my love.“ Powder answered, making you smile happily. You knew you had to spoil her the next day to make up for that torture. And you will.

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NO WAY BRO ❕❕

seven. moonstruck (written)

۶ৎ synopsis: sim y/n, sim jake's sister, has known lee heeseung, her older brother's best friend, for ages. In her mind, he sees her like a little sister, but in reality, he has lost all his girlfriends because of his feelings for her, too bad he's afraid of her brother's reaction.

To be honest, you were very excited for today. Yesterday, Heeseung told you to be ready for a date, and it’s not like it’s your first one with him, but something in you feels different about this one. You got the dress code, which is a dress, but since today is supposed to be kind of cold, you also decided to get some pants just in case it’s really cold; you could just change. Heeseung is picking you up in three hours, so you slowly started getting ready. You were kind of happy that Jake is at some sports camp, and you can just be with Heeseung as much as you want, but the fact that he doesn’t know about all of this is kind of eating at you. He is your older brother, and you always told him everything, but now you have this huge secret. “Ah, whatever, Heeseung will tell him soon,” you think to yourself as you finish your makeup. You kept it classic with some soft makeup and a long black dress. You were finishing getting ready when you heard a knock on the door.

“Coming!” you shouted, and went to open the door.

“Hi,” there he was, looking so handsome with pretty flowers just for you.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Shall we, beautiful?”

The two of you headed to his car and began heading to your destination.

“So where are we going?” you asked, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he smirked at you. “What’s this, though?” he asked, pointing at the bigger bag that you brought.

“Oh, this? It said that it’s going to be kind of cold later, so I brought some pants just in case I’m cold.” He nodded, “Good job, smart girl.” You felt kind of dizzy after his words.

After about thirty minutes, you arrived at a pretty building. It’s a fancy restaurant; you can’t say you’ve been to one before, but there’s a first for everything.

“Hello! Did you book a table?” the receptionist asked.

“Yes, it’s under the name ‘Lee Heeseung.’” Why is he so charming just talking? you thought to yourself.

“Ah, I see it. Please follow me to your table.”

The vibe inside the restaurant was much more comfortable than you would have imagined. It does look fancy, though, and almost everyone is dressed well. You and Heeseung sat down and looked through the menu, ordering something after some time. "So, how do you like it here?" he asked. "It's very nice; I like it!" you said happily.

"I'm glad," he smiled. And right at that moment, your food arrived.

You enjoyed a nice dinner, just chatting away, reminiscing about some things from the past and getting to know new things about each other. After the meal, Heeseung insisted on paying the bill since he was the one who took you out on this date, and after some initial resistance, you eventually agreed.

"Where to now?" you asked. "Hmm, how about we go stargazing?" He asked "I love that idea." You replied.

And so the two of you made your way to the nearest hill. You were actually glad that you brought those pants with you because it started to get very cold, and Heeseung also gave you his jacket. The view was amazing—pretty stars and the city in the distance. Heeseung lay down, and so did you, putting your head on his chest.

"You know," he started, "I think I’m moonstruck by you." You laughed a bit. "Isn't it starstruck?" He smirked. "Well, the moon is bigger and shines brighter than the stars." You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

After some time in silence, you sat up, and he did too after noticing you. You could feel the tension between you two and felt like you had to do something about it.

"Can you kiss me?" you asked, surprising him and even yourself by doing so.

Heeseung didn’t say anything; instead, he slowly came closer to you. He cupped your face gently and leaned in for a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you felt electricity course through your body. The kiss was soft yet sensual, revealing exactly how he felt. After a while, you let go, both of you as red as tomatoes and just staring at each other. You burst into giggles, and he did too, both feeling happy.

"So, can I finally be your boyfriend?" Heeseung asked nervously. "I thought you’d never ask." You captured him in another kiss, confirming your relationship with him.

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۶ৎ pairing: brother's best friend!heeseung x reader

۶ৎ genre: smau, brother's bestfriend, forbidden love, angst, fluff, crack

۶ৎ emi's note: AHHH they are official!! but jake still doesnt know... on a side note I’ve been having so many problems with this chapter and taglist so if anything is wrong pls let me know and I will try to fix it 😞

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PUTTIN' OUT | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (One Shot)

Pairing - Rafe x Female Kook! Reader

Summary - She’s the hottest caddy in Figure Eight, and he’s the rich, irresistable golfer who knows exactly what he wants—and it’s her. The tees are high, the chemistry is hotter, he’s about to turn her world upside down—on and off the course.

Word Count - 2745

Content - Heavy angst, intense flirting, lots of teasing, golfer/caddy girl dynamic, suggestive but sfw.

The sun hung high over the country club, its rays beating down on the manicured greens where the usual sounds of golf balls echoed in the air—distant thwacks of clubs, the soft chatter of players, and the occasional curse. 

Today, none of that mattered as much to you. Rafe Cameron and his usual crew—Topper and Kelce—were on the course, and you were the hottest caddy they’d ever had. 

You couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Rafe's behavior every time he showed up. It was the way he always seemed to get more flirtatious the more he came around. You’d worked here long enough to know the drill: flirt with the members, stay professional, and pocket the tips. But Rafe? He played his game differently.

At first, it had been just casual banter—his usual cocky comments that made your heart skip a beat. But over time it was like he was testing your boundaries, pushing the limits of how far he could go without crossing the line. And the more he did it, the more you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You weren’t some naive girl falling for his charm; you knew how to play along. 

Rafe wasn’t the only one who noticed what you were doing. Topper and Kelce were just as amused by the back-and-forth, occasionally chuckling as they watched their best friend flirt endlessly with you.

You enjoyed teasing him just enough to keep him on his toes. You’d smile just a little too coyly when handing him a drink, lingering just a second too long when you caught his eye. You didn’t need to say anything; your actions spoke louder than any words ever could.

Sometimes, when you bent over to grab his drink from the cooler, the short shirt you had to wear for work would ride up just a little, giving him the perfect view. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered, the way he tried to act like he didn’t look, but you knew better. The way his jaw tightened, the slight shift in his posture—it was all the confirmation you needed. You were playing him, and he was loving every second of it just like you. 

You relished the attention, fully aware of the effect you had on him, and the more you caught him staring, the more you enjoyed it. After all, you had learned how to make him lose focus—just like he had done to you in the past.

The more he came here, the more he got hooked on you. The game wasn’t just about golf anymore—it was about who could outplay the other in this little war of wits and flirtation. You were no longer just the caddy who took their drink orders. You were the one he couldn't take his eyes off, the one who kept him coming back for more, the one who made him lose his focus.

You cruised the course in your golf cart and rolled up to their hole with a cooler of drinks, wearing your best smile and the kind of confidence that only came from knowing you looked damn good in your caddy outfit. 

“Hey, fellas, what can I get ya?” you asked, leaning against the cart just a little too casually.

Topper shot you a wink. “You’re lookin’ good today, as always. You keepin’ cool?”

You flashed Topper a playful smile, your eyes moving over to Rafe, who was already watching you with that familiar, smirking intensity. You could feel the heat radiating off the sun and the way his gaze burned through you like he was trying to figure you out all over again.

"Of course," you replied, voice light but knowing, "Just staying hydrated.”

You could see Rafe shift in his stance, fingers gripping his club a little too tight. 

“Anything for you, Rafe?” you asked, leaning in just a little closer, giving him a chance to make his move. The way he swallowed told you everything you needed to know. He wanted you to get closer. You were close enough to hear the faint rustle of his shirt as he adjusted his position, his eyes never leaving yours.

His voice was low, just a hint of that cocky edge he always wore. “I’ll take whatever you’re offering, sweetheart,” he said, his lips curling into a grin that could melt steel.

You felt a thrill race down your spine at his words. He was playing with fire, but so were you. "Hmm, are you sure about that? You don’t even know what I’m offering yet." You let your words hang in the air, teasing and suggestive, watching as his gaze sharpened with interest.

Kelce, trying to break the tension, let out a loud laugh. “Easy, man, you’re gonna get burned if you keep looking at her like that.” But you could see the amusement in his eyes—he knew exactly what was going on, just like Topper did. They were both enjoying this little game between you two, almost as much as you were.

You grabbed a cold bottle from the cooler, popping the top and handing it to Rafe with a soft brush of your fingers against his. The touch wasn’t accidental—of course it wasn’t—and you saw the way his expression faltered for just a second, his eyes momentarily glazed.

“Thanks,” he said, voice a little rougher than before. You could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but the slight tremor in his hand as he took the bottle told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re welcome,” you said, your voice as sweet as honey. You knew how to keep him hooked, just enough to make sure he came back for more. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Rafe didn’t say anything right away, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. He wanted more. And you were going to make him work for it.

As you turned to head back to your cart, you caught a glimpse of Rafe out of the corner of your eye. His eyes were on you again, tracking your every move, as if he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

You could hear Rafe’s voice behind you, a little louder now, the cocky edge back in full force. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a caddy quite like you,” he called out, making sure you heard every word.

You smirked to yourself, knowing this little game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"Well, Rafe, you haven't seen anything yet," you said, your smirk growing wider. You were in control now. 

As your shift comes to a close, the sun is dipping lower, and you’re unpacking up the cooler and gathering your things. The day’s teasing Rafe lingers in your mind, and just as you start heading toward the parking lot, you hear footsteps behind you.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice calls out, a little breathless, as if he’s been waiting for the right moment. You turn to find him standing just a few feet away, his usual cocky grin now replaced with something more serious. His eyes are on you, and there's a spark of something more intense than before.

You raise an eyebrow, "What’s up, Rafe?"

He steps closer, that familiar edge of flirtation back in his voice but mixed with a challenge. “You know, you’ve been teasing me all day,” he says, his eyes scanning your outfit—your skirt, specifically. “The way you’ve been bending over, the way you’ve been looking at me, making sure I notice you... you don’t think I’m gonna let you get away with that, do you?”

Your heart races a little at his boldness, but you keep your composure. "What are you gonna do about it, Rafe?" you reply, your voice smooth and knowing.

He smirks, stepping even closer, not quite touching you, but close enough that you can feel the heat from his body. “I’m challenging you to a game of mini-golf. One-on-one. The winner gets... whatever they want.”

He lets the implication hang in the air, making sure you understand exactly what he means.

You lean back, arms crossed, giving him a playful smirk. “Oh really?” you ask, cocking your head.

His smile widens, clearly amused by your response. “Really. If you win I’ll give you exactly what you want, sweetheart,” he says, drawing the word sweetheart out in a way that feels both daring and intimate. "No limits. No hesitation."

A flicker of excitement sparks in you at the thought of what you might be able to ask for. You keep your gaze locked on his, the challenge now fully in motion.

“Well,” you reply slowly, “I’m game. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I'm not here to lose.”

Rafe chuckles, the sound low and teasing. “Neither am I.”

The two of you head to the mini-golf course, the playful competition already beginning as you both tease each other during the game. As you play, you keep it lighthearted, but the tension is undeniable. Every time you sink a tricky shot, Rafe can’t help but throw out a compliment or a flirtatious comment.

“Nice shot. You’re good at this,” he remarks, a little breathless. His eyes flick to your lips and back to your eyes, making it clear he’s enjoying the game in more ways than one. “But I am still ahead.”

You flash him a mischievous grin, the challenge now fully alive in the air between you two. “Not for long,” you reply, voice low and confident. “I’ll be taking my prize, Rafe.”

He leans against his club for a moment, letting his gaze linger on you, clearly amused by your confidence. “You really think you can win? Just like that?” He smirks, crossing his arms and watching you line up your next shot. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to beat me.”

You could feel the words almost slipping from his lips, and for a moment, his usual cocky tone wavers, just enough to make you want to push him a little further. "We'll see about that," you murmur, eyes glinting with a teasing challenge.

As you approach your ball, you notice Rafe watching you intently, his focus not entirely on the game anymore. You take your time lining up the perfect shot, deliberately slow, making sure he sees every movement you make. His gaze never leaves you, his lips curling into an amused smile as his eyes flick to your legs and then back to your face.

"Taking your sweet time, huh?" he calls out, his voice hushed but playful like he’s caught in the trap of wanting to see you win just to keep the tension alive. "You really think I’ll let you catch up?"

You glance at him with a raised brow, your lips curling into a sly smile. "I don’t need much time, Rafe. I’m just setting up for the best part.” Without missing a beat, you sink the ball into the hole with ease. "Boom. Another point for me."

Rafe lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Alright, alright,” he grins, his fingers lightly tapping the side of his club, the competitive fire in his eyes flickering. “Guess you’re not as bad as I thought.”

You roll your shoulders back, stepping up for the next hole. “Not bad? You’ve got a lot to learn, Rafe. I’m only just warming up.”

He watches you carefully, his smile tightening into something more focused. “I don’t know,” he says with an exaggerated shrug, “I think you’ve already given me a run for my money.”

You sink another shot, this one a little trickier, and his reaction is immediate. “Damn, you’re really making this interesting,” he says, voice tinged with admiration. “But even if you keep hitting shots like that, I’m still in the lead. That’s gotta sting, huh?”

You feign a frown, giving him a playful pout as you walk over to the next hole. “You think I’m worried?” you ask with mock disbelief. 

He chuckles, but there’s something deeper in his eyes now, a mix of desire and challenge that only makes you more determined. He leans in just a little, his voice taking on a teasing edge. “What’s your plan, sweetheart? You gonna keep bending over like that to distract me?” He smirks, a glint of mischief flashing in his gaze. “Because if that’s the case, we might as well forget about the game.”

You meet his eyes, the playful banter now thick with something more, something that makes the game feel secondary. A rush of heat runs through you, but you don’t let it show—at least, not completely.

"Wouldn’t want to give you too much of an advantage," you reply, keeping the teasing tone, but with a challenge of your own. "But if you’re that easily distracted, I might just take advantage of it."

He leans closer, almost as if daring you to make the next move. “Don’t play with me, babe. You’ve got my attention now.”

You smile, holding his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, feeling the tension between you two stretch to its limit. “Guess you’ll have to keep your focus, Rafe. The game’s still not over.”

His lips curl into a devilish grin, and it’s clear he’s not backing down. “We’ll see who’s got the focus in the end.”

You both continue through the course, the back-and-forth banter growing more heated with each hole. 

As you both line up for the final shot, the air between you two is thick with tension. He looks at you, not quite smiling anymore, his gaze intense and challenging.

“You ready for this?” he asks, voice steady, but you can hear the underlying hint of something more, something deeper.

You nod, matching his intensity with your own. “I’ve been ready all along, Rafe.”

As the last shot looms, you both line up for the final hole. You take your shot first, the ball rolling just a little too far off course to make it. A sigh escapes your lips, a mock-frustrated sound, but your eyes are still locked on Rafe.

“Guess it’s your turn,” you say, voice dripping with playful submission. "Good luck, Rafe."

He steps up with a cocky smile, rolling his shoulders as he lines up the ball. "Don’t worry, babe," he says, his voice casual but confident. "This one’s in the bag."

With a swift, smooth swing, Rafe sinks the ball in one clean shot. He throws his club aside, his gaze turning to you immediately, almost predatory.

“Well, looks like I win,” he says, his smirk deepening. "And since you promised me whatever I want…"

You stand there, the anticipation making your pulse race, every fiber of your being drawn to him. You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you know what you want, Rafe?" you ask, voice teasing but also giving him full control of the moment.

He takes a step closer, the tension between you two crackling. “I’ve known what I’ve wanted for a while,” he says, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “I just didn’t think you’d make it this difficult to get it.���

A shiver of excitement and something else – something more primal – shoots through you at the way he’s looking at you. It’s all heat, a pull between you both that’s undeniable.

"You’re really making me work for this, huh?" he says, his voice dropping into something darker, more insistent.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want, Rafe. You just have to say it," you murmur, your voice dropping to match his intensity, every word laced with a quiet promise.

Rafe’s eyes flicker over you with that knowing, predatory smile, his gaze never wavering from yours. “Let’s go,” he smirks, his hand wrapping around yours as he pulls you toward his truck.

The drive is a blur, his hand never straying far from you. Every touch, every glance, sends sparks coursing through your skin, making it impossible to ignore the heat that’s been building between you two all night. 

He parks the truck, the engine still humming in the silence between you, and when he turns to face you, it feels like the world stops. His gaze is heated, and intense, and you know, without a doubt, that what’s next is inevitable.

But before either of you can make a move, you share a lingering look—a quiet acknowledgment that the night, in all its anticipation, has only just begun.

I don’t know how I feel about this one you guys lmk what you think??

[honeyshiddendesire]

Cross Guild + Shared Kinks 

Characters: Mihawk, Buggy & Crocodile 

Warnings: voyeurism kink, teasing, degradation, doms, bondage, misuse of d.f. Powers, pet names, use of toys, hair pulling, choking, oral sex/throat fucking

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Voyeurism 

Mihawk is a man who loves keeping you on your toes and he would never openly let you know that he wanted you to make a show for him. Instead, he would opt by buttering you up all day and night, starting by cooking you a wonderful dinner with a deliciously paired glass of wine. Take you to sit by the fireplace for a succulent and scrumptious dessert, the heat of the fire nothing in comparison to the way his hands run along your body. Then after your cheeks feel warm and your heart is racing he would slowly peel himself away from you with a sly smirk. “Mi amor do you realize how stunning you are?” He would wait for your answer and when you give it to him, he would lean close and tell you to show him just how stunning you are, especially for him. 

Crocodile on the other hand makes you give him a show for punishment. All up close and personal you would sit atop his desk as he leans back with his cigar smoke invading your senses and clouding your brain. “Come on princess, show me what it looks like when you listen for once.” His cold hook would run along your leg forcing it to open wider so he could get a better view of the way that your freshly done nails would play with your pussy. Unlike MIhawk who would admire in silence, Crocodile would give instructions on how and what to do for his pleasure. Your eyes would struggle to meet his gaze but every second you would look away was another second of your torture. “I want to see how pretty you look cumming all over my desk.”

Buggy loves making you his pretty clown star when he’s been stressed beyond belief. Everyone all day was nagging him so when he needs to blow off some steam then he’ll have you sprawled out on his circle bed with your hands using his cock like a dildo. Pleasure for you and pleasure for him. But in these moments he didn’t really want to participate, instead he wanted to see what you would do, he wanted to see you vulnerable and broken for him. “You look like a damn clown whore like this. My little clown whore fucking herself with my cock. Pathetic.” When Buggy was mad he would let you know about it, your hands shaking as you try to fuck yourself on his dick. Your eyes would plead for some assistant but this was Buggy’s show and you were the star, it would be rude if he were the one to jump in the main act. 

✨One thing all these men have in common is making you the star of their pleasurable show✨

Toys and Bondage

Mihawk would totally restrain you any chance he got, velvety ropes stretching you wide across the posted bed. Whenever you were restrained he would cover your eyes as well, wanting your senses to be screaming in panicked pleasure. “I love when you can’t run from me. Stuck here for me to do whatever I want to you. Does it make you nervous, my love?” As much as it would make you shiver you still enjoyed yourself knowing that he would take care of you, even if some pain was inflicted you knew Mihawk would make it feel good. The man took great pride in dominating you. Even when he used bondage for punishment he always took you in his hands seriously. “Remember the safe word.” Mihawk would always remind you as he would hold a vibrator against your clit until you couldn’t think anymore. Tears would spill and your limbs would tremble against the bed. “I want you to scream so much in ecstasy that you forget my name.”

Buggy like mentioned before Buggy would use himself as a toy. His cock plunged into your greedy pussy as you ran errands and went about your business. It would be hard for him to cover up his cheeky grin whenever you would try to cover up little squeals and whimpers. “What’s the matter superstar, you’re looking a little under the weather? Maybe you need to lay down.” If Buggy catches you in the hall alone or anything you better expect him to push up on you. When it comes to bondage Buggy doesn’t mind you tying him up every once in a while but no doubt will his mouth start flying just to see how far he will push you. “Ha! You think you could break me huh rockstar? I’d like to see you try you damn clown whore!” When it came to him tying you up though, you better have stretched before hand because he would totally suspend you in the air. Your body strung up like a gymnast ripe for his taking just how he liked it. 

Crocodile lovedddd trapping you for his pleasure and fun. Instead of ropes he opted for some classic handcuffs, nice and simple and also easy to undo with one hand. Crocodile would cuff you to the bed or his chair whatever he’s in the mood for and if he was feeling a bit lazy then he would just cuff your arms behind your back as you rode him. “I never thought my little princess would be into cuffs but look at you go. Filthy girl.” Crocodile wouldn’t care for toys that much but if you needed some brat taming then he would have no issues cuffing you to the bed and taping a vibrator to your clit as he would pound into your pussy. Pretty gemmed butt plugs would be an added punishment as well because after he would fill up your pussy with his seed then he would fill up your ass next. “I want you to be a good little slut and take every drop so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours next.” 

✨ Pretty ropes and toys never looked so good till they seen them used on you ✨

Choking & Hair pulling

Mihawk would sit in that pretty throne of his next to the fireplace with you on your knees rubbing against the plush carpet as your throat contracted and choked on his thick length. “Naughty girl spitting all over my cock like a whore.” Mihawk would lick his lips as he watched you suck his dick down to the base, your mouth not able to contain all the saliva that was dripping out. “Mmm, I knew those pretty lips of yours would look better sucking my cock.” Mihawk would love pulling your hair and forcing you further down. His hands pushed the hair out of your face so he could watch you choke and cry from how deep he thrust in your throat.. “I love the feel of your lips on me dear.” If your eyes weren’t so watery you would probably notice the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

Crocodile would definitely not shy away from fucking your throat raw, his hand pulling your hair so tight you thought some would rip out from the hold. “Dirty slut getting spit all over me- fuck- keep it up princess.” He would spit all kinds of filth at you as your throat stretches to accommodate his well endowed cock. Your fingers would be clawing his thighs as if that would help the burning in your throat, it wouldn’t though. Crocodile would wind your hand around his wrist like a damn cock sucking leash, a wicked scowl painting his face. His hook would peel your shirt off to watch your tits spill out, drool dripping down your chin to splatter all over your chest. “I gotta have you sucking my cock more often baby girl, it’s a really good look for you.” 

Buggy would get you to suck his cock by telling you that you should go put your hair up. “Hey beauty queen, you know what would look cute on you? Putting your hair up in that ponytail that I like so much.” A clownish grin being seen on his face and you would totally complain because when he asked you like that you just found it so hard to say no. Your hair pulled back without a strand out of place, as your eyes would look up to meet his gaze. Unlike the others who face fucked you to tears, Buggy would force total eye contact. “Keep those eyes on me, diva. Want to look at you as I shoot down your throat.” Buggy would try and keep a simple pace pulling and pushing you on his cock, but the closer he got the harder he would fuck your throat. Cursing and groaning like an animal, “Fucking slut, keep swallowing my cock. So fucking close. Gonna cum down all over this slutty little throat of yours .”

✨ They loved doing your hair in the prettiest ponytails with their hands as the hair ties ✨

[junkdrawerfan]

I have thoughts about Bruce & Parenting:

One of the reasons Jason runs away from home to find his birth mother (and eventually dies) is because Bruce benched him. Removing Robin from Jason made Jason think his time at the Manor was coming to a close, triggering his desire to return to his neighborhood which leads to him find our Catherine isn’t his birth mother. And all that heartache -- and the pain to follow -- stemmed from a misunderstanding that Jason thought he was “adopted” to be Robin while Bruce was just looking for a son.

This misunderstanding is never resolved. I would argue it is one of the keystones of the modern Jason-Bruce arguments. And it is never resolved because Bruce doesn’t know Jason didn't want to be Robin. After all, Jason genuinely enjoyed being Robin and Bruce thought he was being a "good dad" because he was making Jason happy while protecting him physically. After all, Jason asked to be Robin just as Dick did.

But why did Bruce allow Robin to be created in the first place?

My hypothesis… my interpretation is as such:

One of the failings of Bruce’s parenting with Jason and Dick is Bruce allows the child to set the expectations in the parent-child relationship.

You can see this A LOT in Bruce’s biggest blunders with Dick. When Dick was young (NINE!), Bruce let Dick decide to be Robin, throwing himself into danger, and running lead on cases without a lot of oversight or boundaries from Bruce. This pattern of behavior carries over into their civilian life. This has lead to interpretations of their father-son relationship being more like brother-brother in the early years. All of which, Bruce allows because Dick is physically small enough that Bruce can protect him from danger. Weirdly it’s the same logic small dog owners use to avoid teaching their dogs: why bother training them to stop jumping when you can just pick them up and move them. Of course kids don’t stay small forever.

As Dick got older and Bruce attempted — most likely subconsciously — to course correct by setting expectations like Dick needs to take his safety more seriously and slow down on hero-ing to allow for a civilian life, Dick is shocked and insulted, seeing it as Bruce not trusting him. When in reality, expecting your child to pursue some kind of job/college post high school is a not an unrealistic expectation nor is questioning if that child really wants to continue heroing, a very dangerous profession, into adulthood where Bruce can no longer protect him.

The problem is these expectations are being set way too late. Dick and Bruce have been operation for so long under Dick’s desires that it is such a shock to the system/routine that when it all comes to a head after Dick is shot by the Joker (triggering Bruce’s PTSD) it leads to a massive falling out. Of course, Bruce goes way too far in attempting to control the situation when he takes Robin away in a misguide attempt to bench Dick.

Of course we know how that works out.

Years later, once Jason is older, starting to push back against Bruce’s teachings, and is getting too big to hide under the cape, we see the same issue popping up. Bruce sees Jason acting out/getting angrier and is afraid Jason has killed a man (The Diplomat’s Son) and benches Jason. While Jason is used to following Bruce’s lead in the field, Jason definitely sets the expectations in their father-son relationship. So when Bruce attempts to take the reins by benching Robin — the one area in their lives that Bruce’s kids listen to Bruce — it, again, feels like a betrayal. This all culminates in Jason running away because he doesn’t feel stable at home (the same way Dick did).

(Side note: You could argue this is because Bruce’s biggest parenting influence is Alfred. Bruce views Alfred as a father figure but Alfred is never able to fully step outside his role as butler, no matter how much he wants to. This meant that Alfred the Butler enables Bruce a lot. That coupled with Alfred’s own violent past meaning Alfred doesn’t have a good frame of reference of what a child can handle in the first place, we end up with Batman.)

I don’t think Bruce really fixes his parenting until he gets Damian.

With Tim, Bruce provides stability — to the point Jack Drake feels threatened by Bruce’s presence in Tim’s life — but that is because Bruce is strictly the “mentor” in Tim’s life for the first few years, which helps establish a pattern in the relationship where Tim listens to Bruce’s expectations in and out of the mask. It also helps that Tim is less confrontational than Bruce’s other children and is less likely to argue directly with Bruce and more likely to go around Bruce while feeling guilty while he’s doing it lol.

Damian, from day one, is looking for a parent. And at this point — between Tim and Cass and fixing his relationship with Dick — Bruce has started to figure out how to manage his kids. This all culminates in a father-son relationship with Damian where Bruce, as the father, sets the expectations in and out of the mask. Bruce makes a lot of effort to bond with Damian in the Batman & Robin comics after he comes back from the dead. Bruce makes Damian go to school and expects him to socialize. He sets the moral framework for how Robin operates (which Dick started). After Damian comes back from the dead, Bruce knows Damian’s friends and is involved in his romantic life. He engages in Damian’s hobbies and encourages them. He also scolds Damian when he breaks the rules or tries to lie without ripping away Robin (shockingly low bar I know!).

Of course, I wouldn’t say Bruce is earning any parenting awards and I’m still reading about Damian and Bruce’s relationship so I’m sure there is information I’m missing. But Bruce seems like a much more involved parent now than he did with Dick.

But this is my interpretation of Bruce’s parenting so far!

[leashybebes]

However— well, is Tommy a reliable narrator to himself? Sure, Eddie basically stopped talking to him, but what about Tommy? Did he also delay replying to the 118 so that the time between messages stretched out? Did he think they were only trying to be nice by keeping in touch with their teammates’ ex (never mind that he was Hen and Howie’s teammate first) and he’d prefer to not have their ‘pity’ and cut them off (again)? Did he cut them off preemptively and doesn’t see it that way because if he did then he’d have to also face the fact that he’s a little messed up? We probably don’t have time for them to delve into all of this on screen but it’s interesting to chew on. For reasons.

(Chim gets a pass for the post-throat slashing time of no contact because he was… let’s say preoccupied.)

oh 100% hang on let me get my coffee

okay, SO. mr unreliable narrator over here, mr enjoy it while it lasts, is never going to be the one with the full picture, because he sets it up that way - intentional or not, i feel like tommy is someone who has his view of the world and his role in it and just quietly, fatalistically makes that happen.

so i can totally see a world where no one from the 118 reaches out, full stop. but, y'know, phones work both ways, thomas. BUT. for tommy, that's buck's family. they're buck's people. (and look, my wife has a much closer relationship with her family than i do, and a much larger circle of friends, and it took me WAY longer than six months to start feeling like they were our people, not her people i got to hang out with through her.)

we know that tommy's a jealous guy, and we also get the sense that he's pretty fatalistic, so if no one reaches out, i can see that landing for him as "well, obviously. they never really wanted me around, of course i was never gonna be part of that" and just exacerbating his envy, but also his sense that that chapter of his life is Over Now. i can see the lack of contact from hen and chim actually not stinging that much (or tommy telling himself it doesn't sting that much, genuinely believing that, my king of unexamined feelings) because they're not friends, right? chim calls him when he needs a favour, but they're not close. he's not on hen's christmas card list (and that's genuinely fine, i mean zero shade to anyone involved here. they were friends by the time he left the 118 but for all we know they were mostly or entirely work friends). so i can see his internal monologue about that, his confirmed belief being 'well, hell, i wasn't enough for them to want around on my own merits before, why would i be now'. (again, this is not shade on hen or chim. phones work both ways and my special little guy is fucked in the head.)

eddie's gotta sting a little more because they were friends, right? actual friends. but if we're taking tommy at face value, then we have to assume he feels some kinda way about being friends with eddie once he and buck are together. i don't think he actually thinks anything is happening/has happened/will happen with buck and eddie, but we do get this delicious hint with that little scoff about eddie's straightness that maybe tommy has experience of that queer classic - losing years of your life being besotted with your ride or die straight bestie (sal!!!! but uh. that's a separate post.).

i lost my thought. wait. okay, so i think one of the fundamental mismatches is that for six months buck was in an x-rated rom-com and tommy was navigating something unbelievably fucking complicated because talking? communicating? who does that when you can just make up a scenario and stick to it like your life depends on it. (worth noting there's no way that scenario ends well for him, but uh, that's why i love him. go listen to settle for me from crazy ex girlfriend lol)

i can ALSO see the other part of what you said. tommy says eddie 'pretty much' or 'basically' (can't remember the wording right now and not in a position to check) stopped talking to him which does leave room for some contact. (it could also be read as a kind of deflection of the ouch of it all but ymmv.) so i can see a world where eddie sends a 'man wtf happened?' message which...tommy's not going to reply to that. he's just not. but changing the subject immediately is too obvious so he has to wait a while to say something innocuous, and it just kind of fizzles out.

whatever happens, whether it was zero contact or intermittent, declining contact, my special little guy, my world champion runner, my sad sad man was 100% thinking 'yeah, that tracks'. we definitely don't have time for the show to delve into that, and honestly it's not really that kind of show so i wouldn't expect it, but rest assured i am C H E W I N G

[shyamanuensis]

Things those Slytherin Boys do during sex that make your mind blank - part 1 (mdni)

that little request for consent; "can we?" "please baby?" "do you want me to stop?"

the way they struggle to control themselves at the very start

kisses; fuck the kisses. slow and passionate turning into barely there nips of your bottom lip to eventually just become their mouths hovering over your own spilling out moans and groans

when they become vocal. bonus points if it's linked with praising phrases. "you like that don't you my angel?" "taking it so fucking well princess" "gonna behave my little slut? yeah thought so."

placing a finger on your tongue to keep your silent while they pepper kisses down your neck and across your chest. bonus points again for when that finger runs down your body and begins to tease your clit

whispering "mine" when they go down on you. along with this; that grab of ownership where they wrap their arms around your thighs and you know you're not going to be able to move

they're never pussy drunk for only a minute or two, they could be down there for hours if they choose to be and your mind is always reset anytime they gaze up to make eye contact with you and murmur into your thighs that they enjoy the view

the way they toss your legs over their shoulders like you're a rag doll

hands roaming your thighs, your stomach, your breasts as they whisper "so fucking soft baby girl.."

heir tongue skimming across your skin to taste every single flavour etched across it

the slow way they tease you out of your clothes to the point you can't remember when your shirt came off or where you left your skirt

the smirk which tugs at the corner of their mouth at how your eyes roll back when they choke you. it's always feather light at first. why rush your arousal?

the way they spell their name out as their thumb draws on your clit. total ownership. totally fucking hot.

teasing your folds with the tip of their cock through your soaked panties. why rush?

pinning your wrists high above your head and instructing you that you can "look, but not touch."

gripping your chin to force you to look at them; into their eyes, not breaking the gaze as they slide deep into you and your eyes widen a smidge before they roll back

their first few thrusts are heavenly but then they pause and stop and your body shudders beneath them, that little whine of plea eluding from you begging them to move again

that chuckle from deep down in their chest when they know they're in total control

how they don't wait for you to keep up with them, tossing you around like a doll into the next position they want you in

they'll edge you for hours followed by "nuh-uh princess - did I say you could come?" every single time they feel you close to undoing

if you're into it; slaps and spanks. out of the blue when you least expect it there's also hair pulling, but none of that animalistic shit; we're talking they weave their fingers deep into your messy locks and will use that to guide you around

while you're still at Hogwarts, they'll use their wand as a paddle and whip. ha, that's a lie - they'll use it way past graduation

[softtdaisy]

Heyyy congrats on the 2k 💌

I wanted to request charles leclerc with birds of a feather by billie eilish some sort of high school sweetheart thing if you could

Thank you 💞

summary. Five times Charles realized you were his soulmate; one time he told you.

words count. 2 954

song. birds of a feather by billie eolith

a/n. I really hope this is what you expected, I got inspired in a very soft and sweet way and I had a lot of fun writing it so hopefully you love it 🩷

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1. The celebration

Growing up with Charles, you always got the feeling you would spend the rest of your life with him. You couldn’t explain it. 

Sure, you didn’t want to imagine a life where you wouldn’t get to see your best friend every single day. Even if it was just for a brief phone call that lasted only two minutes. When you two started dating, it became more obvious that you wouldn’t want to have another lover than Charles. 

But more than that, it was like you two were made to be together. And the universe seemed to enjoy proving it to you with silly things. 

Charles was the first one to point it out.

The first time he noticed that you two seemed to get good news at the same moment was during his first F2 season. You followed him to Bahrain to watch the first race. Making sure to be there to celebrate when he won the sprint race for the very first time. The following Monday, you got a call from the company of your dreams asking for an interview.

The next race in Barcelona a month later, when Charles won his first feature race, the same company called back to announce they were hiring you. 

Charles didn’t say a thing. But he noticed how this kept happening every single time. And when it was something related to the both of you, you were always together to hear it. You learned you got the apartment of your dreams during a casual footing and got the adoption paper for your dog right when Charles walked through the door.

Until one day, years after his F2 season, he finally slipped it out. 

“Don’t you find it funny how we always celebrate good things happening to us at the same moment?” He asked you suddenly, having nothing to do with the precedent subject.  

Charles had invited you to a restaurant in Italy after he achieved another win at Monza. Something that happened right after your boss had praised you for something you’ve been working on for weeks now.

You laughed at the thought. “What’s your theory?” But he could tell from your look that you weren’t making fun of him but were simply amused by the situation. That was very much true, now that you thought about it. 

“I don’t know,” he started, drinking his wine. “I just guess we were meant to be.”

“Because you doubt it?”

Charles stayed silent for a second, just appreciating the view in front of him. You. You were the best view. You, always so happy by his side, you that seemed so perfectly made for him. Like two pieces of a puzzle that only worked together.

He leaned towards you, his hand moving to your face to cup your cheek. You loved how when he did that, his thumb was always caressing your skin. Every single time. A habit so natural for him. 

“Never,” he smiled before giving you the sweetest kiss. 

2. The text

“Tu te rends compte que t’es vraiment niais?” Pierre laughed at his friend.

Charles rolled his eyes at the remark. He might be a little silly or cheesy when it comes to you; he might even be proud of it. He had no reason not to be when he was so happy and in love with you.

The two have been hanging out in the hotel, looking for some calm after the qualifying day. Charles got the pole, and with Pierre in the top 3, the two have been asked absolutely everywhere. He didn’t have the time to call you.

You had a hard time following him everywhere this season but always managed to be there as much as possible in any other way. You didn’t want to make him feel less supported—even if it was something that could never cross his mind.

“Let me be in love, dude,” Charles replied with a laugh that only made Pierre laugh even harder. He put his hands up in a defensive way because he learned after all these years of seeing you together that there was something he could do to stop Charles from being a pure lover boy with you.

Charles had just hung up from a phone call with his mom, who called right when he arrived there. With the time difference, he waited for you to finish the lunch you had today. The thing was, Charles knew that if he sent you a text right when he was out of the circuit, you would have put everything aside for him. 

Sometimes you both fight about putting each other first. Most of these fights were silly; just each one of you wanted to prove you were the best at this. But you already argued about how this mustn't become toxic for either of you. You didn't want to reach a point where you loved each other so much you forgot about your own life. 

And so he waited a minute. One single minute. Before he sent his text.

“Tell me when you’re free so I can call you, honey.” 

And right when his message appeared on screen, yours did too.

“It’s over, mon amour; you can call when you want.” 

Charles’ cheek turned red at the sight.

It wasn’t the first time you both managed to send texts at the exact same time. Sometimes it made sense, like right now, because you were both waiting to call each other. But most of the time, it couldn’t be predicted. Charles could even remember how many times you both managed to send each other the sky from where you were, your food, or an “OMG, I need to tell you something!!” with a few seconds apart. 

He knew you screened most of them, finding it so funny. And he was glad that there was proof it wasn’t all in his head.

“No way, it happened again?” Pierre said, looking over at Charles' phone to see that indeed it happened again. “You two share the same brain at that point; there is no other explanation.” 

Charles got up, ready to dial your number. “I think we do, yes,” he replied with a soft smile. Because he loved the idea of being so similar. 

3. The crowd

Fratelli d'Italia was playing again in the circuit. Charles was having one of the best seasons in his career, but he would never ever get tired of hearing the Italian anthem playing. And mostly seeing the team, his friends, and his family singing it from the top of their lungs.

It hasn’t been an easy race, and multiple times, he really thought he would have to DNF. If he was in some silly romcom, he was so sure that it would have been the moment Fred would have asked you to give him some motivational words on the radio. But that wasn’t possible, and well, that was probably for the better because Charles wasn’t so sure how he would react to hearing your voice during the race.

Yet, the idea of you being in the circuit for one of the few races of the season you could come to was helpful. Sure, Charles never relied only on your presence here to do great results. But he would be lying if he said it was a plus to know that somewhere, you were there looking for him.

And that when he would win, you would be around to celebrate it with him.

The thing was, being such a massively appreciated driver, Charles didn’t really find the time to celebrate with you before going on the podium. All the mechanics ran to him; his teammate chatted with him until they both went to the podium. 

Some may have noticed he frowned during the anthem, just for one millisecond. 

Because there was one thing Charles was good at.

It was finding you in a crowd of thousands of people.

His hand was still on his heart while singing the anthem with everyone. Something you were doing too. But Charles never stopped looking at you. You were his anchor. 

When the anthem stopped, the applause started. Charles knew he had a window of only a few seconds to do what he wanted. And he took it.

“I love you,” he mouthed with a big smile on his face. You could see him on the screen. And so did the world. But it didn’t matter. 

Because this was one of his favorite moments. How the world seemed to stop. It was only you and him. 

And if Charles couldn’t really see it, he knew that you said it back. He could tell. Each one of your I love you's always went directly to his heart. And it never missed its shot. This one didn’t either.

Like in the end, your love was always meant to be directed to him in the first place. Just his was to you too. 

4. The trend

You weren’t the biggest fan of the “wag” thing. Sure, you were one. That was undeniable at that point. But since you started dating Charles before he was an F1 driver, you sometimes had a difficult time getting used to being treated like one.

The photographers who were running to get a picture of you when you arrived at the circuit, the fans asking for selfies, the edit made of you and Charles together. And that was without talking about all the comments and remarks, positive and negative, made about you. 

So most of the time, you were putting social media aside and trying to forget the world knew about you because of your couple.

But sometimes, you can't escape them. Especially when the trend was fun and you had a good time looking at it.

“Did you know we were compatible on so many levels?” you asked Charles from the bedroom. 

You were lying on your bed, wearing a too-big Ferrari merch shirt from last year that was perfect to chill—and to flirt with Charles, who could resist you even less when you were wearing his color. 

You looked up and laughed when he passed only his face through the bathroom door, his toothbrush still in his mouth. “What did you mean?” he mumbled. But he was quick to rush to the sink to rinse his mouth. 

So you waited until he sat back next to you, his head on your shoulder, to look at your phone to give him an explanation.

“The fans,” you started again, a hand falling on his naked thighs to caress his skin, “they used a trend that’s going on right now about showing how people are compatible on different levels.”

You put on a video that you saw earlier about you two. Charles watched as he saw what the fans used to prove you two were made to be together. Your astrological signs, your birth date, similar features you shared, a beauty mark you shared that you had no idea how people noticed in the first place. Some were funny; others were more serious.

But the global idea was that the whole world was convinced Charles and you were made to be together. 

One video even called you soulmate.

“At this point, I’m pretty sure we can’t break up or the universe will explode.” You laughed, watching yet another video about that.

But Charles was only looking at you. 

He was pretty sure that his universe would explode if he ever lost you.

5. The flirt

“Charles, I need you to meet someone!” he heard his agent say.

To say that Charles wasn’t that pleased to be at this party was an understatement. The season was more tiring, and he couldn’t wish for anything less than just a night of peace in his hotel room. He felt like everyone around here wanted a piece of him, and he couldn’t keep enough energy to have a chat with you these days.

He loved his job; he loved this championship, but how he wanted a break from all of this.

Yet, Charles kept a smile on his face when he turned around and saw the person his agent wanted him to meet so badly. He recognized her from god knows which campaign his sponsor did these past weeks. She was a model. 

“Nice to meet you,” he said in a very polite tone. He offered his hand, trying to keep some distance. Sadly, Charles knew that each one of his movements was analyzed, and he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

He hated the moment when you weren’t there and haters started to think it was some proof you weren’t a thing anymore. Because as soon as he was pictured with anybody, especially women, they would become some love interest in a story that didn’t exist. 

It turned out it was Charles who was soon uncomfortable when the model kept his hand in hers and started to caress it. “It’s a real pleasure,” she whispered, like it was a secret.

But he didn’t want to share a secret with anyone but you.

When he moved his hand to get it free, the model groaned. Charles didn’t get it, because it would have been a very inappropriate reaction for simply releasing his hand. But then he noticed how she was rubbing her palm. “You pinched my skin with your ring.”

He looked down at his hand. And couldn’t contain the smile when he realized it wasn’t any ring that hurt her by accident. 

It was the one you offered him for your anniversary, a month ago. The last time you talked about getting engaged, you both agreed that this was too soon and you would rather wait for him to achieve his dream. So the whole wedding organization wouldn’t be impacted by the craziness of the season.

“I can marry you at 20, 30, 50, or 70; I don’t care, Charles. As long as I have you in my life forever.” You told him when you discussed it.

Yet, you loved the idea of him wearing a ring that proved he was yours. And he couldn’t blame you since he did it multiple times in the past already, always happy to spend his money on his love for you.

“Sorry,” he said in a hurry, already taking his phone in his hand to send you a text. 

Right when he sent you a “I won’t believe what just happened.” He received a “I hope your party is going well!”

You were there. All the time. Even when you weren’t. 

+1 

“Un discours, un discours!” You heard everyone sing in the room, asking your boyfriend to finally make the speech he promised he would do but still hasn’t.

You turned around to see him and watched as his cheeks turned a beautiful and very red color—how appropriate to celebrate his title with Ferrari. You put your hand on his shoulder to lean closer to him and couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, adding a new tint of red to it. But mostly, as you expected, to see him chill at your touch.

“Go ahead, mon amour; they are waiting for you.” You told him, still bringing your thumb to his skin to wipe away your lipstick. You loved teasing him, but you still weren’t the mark-your-territory type of girlfriend. “You won the championship; I’m sure you can make this speech.”

“You better be right on this one,” he laughed, still not sure he could do it. Especially not after the multiple champagne glasses he drank tonight. 

But still, Charles got up, smoothed his shirt, and put a kiss in your hair before walking to the center of the room. He gave his mother a genuine smile, but his eyes fell on you one last time. It was like the kiss you blew him at that moment went straight to his heart from the way he sighed and finally turned to his guests.

“We fucking did it, guys!” Charles said loudly in the microphone, causing everyone to scream and applaud at the memory that yes, finally, il predestinato gave Ferrari its title.

And so Charles started to thank everyone in the team, making sure to not forget a single person. Making sure everyone in this room knew how grateful he was that he had been so well looked after this past year. You watched as he took the time to look at the person he said the name to every time and how he was taking the time to say a nice word about them. 

You feel the tears growing in your eyes when he talks about his family. Reminding him of the old days back in Monaco and how far he had come to achieve his dream. 

And then you heard your name. 

“And you,” he started, landing his eyes on you. He waited a second, making sure he wasn’t the only one looking at you. Making sure the whole room knew who you were—even if it had become almost impossible for them to ignore you. “I would have never, ever, done half of this without you. Having you by my side all these years and these past months has been the biggest encouragement. I love you, mon amour.”

Everyone got up and started to applaud, you included. Because of this, most of them didn’t notice Charles open his mouth again. They missed the smile on his face, all the love that came from it, or the look he was giving you at that moment. And mostly, they missed the last sentence of his speech.

Or maybe that was his plan from the beginning. 

“You’re my soulmate.”

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Barking anon here, desperately waiting for your ghost fic!! Hoping its full of delicious angst hehe🤞 Also, in your fic, ghost wasnt drugged up, but IMAGINE a pining “definitely hate each other” scenario where the reader (a brick wall like ghost) is drugged up and ends up being a cutie patootie and ghosts pov is just aaajahsjsbshshjsAAAAA. Ahm. Anyways. Love your writing 💥💥💥

You May Never See It

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!Reader

Summary: “The fact that, despite himself, to know you was to admire you; to love you, even.”

Warnings: None except for surgery and use of nitrous gas for said surgery. If I missed anything, please let me know!!

AN: I love peeking into Simon's mind and seeing what a weird little freak (affectionate) he is about Common Human Emotions. I tweaked the prompt a bit, but I hope you still like it!

You felt weird.

But it wasn’t a bad sort of weird; it was simply unfamiliar.

Your body felt tingly, your mouth sore. Your skin was hot, but not uncomfortably so, as you absentmindedly dragged your fingers over your arm.

It was almost like you were checking to make sure it was still there, making sure they hadn’t lopped it off as some sort of extra precaution after taking out your teeth. You laughed quietly at the thought, as if the surgeon had decided your teeth weren’t enough, and that your arm would have to go, too, to fit some sort of pre-established quota.

You felt malleable; floaty and content.

The cotton in your mouth made it hard for you to run your tongue over the smooth dents in your gums, harder still to feel the stitches that crossed over them. It didn’t stop you from trying, though, as curiosity got the best of you.

Your trips to the infirmary usually took place after the more thrilling missions, and lasted no longer than an hour. You made sure of it.

You walked in, you let them bandage or stitch you up, and you left.

Now, though, you weren’t so eager to leave. You were comfortable. You were finding your own amusement and enjoying it.

What had started as a vague pulsing in your jaw had quickly become unbearable, and though you’d been uncomfortable, you did your best to suck it up.

You could admit that you were stubborn—difficult, even; headstrong to a hellish degree. But you could not admit when you needed help.

You were ashamed to.

You didn’t need that kind of attention, didn’t want to be viewed as a shrinking violet in what was already such a boys’ club. You hated the notion that you might be seen as anything other than the capable soldier you knew you were. Thus, you found yourself preferring to blend into the background, avoiding unnecessary acknowledgement, doing your job without distraction.

You were fine being stubborn. But you would never be weak.

There were times where it was hard; moments where you truly did want the attention and the care, where you craved a tender touch and a guiding hand.

But that’s when you looked towards Ghost.

He was a guiding force, in a way. His presence certainly encouraged you to be just as cold and domineering, if not more so, than he was. Not that it was a competition, but if it were, you’d like to think that the results would be neck-and-neck.

If Ghost could remain so collected and indifferent in the face of everything he’d lived through—not that you claimed knowledge of any details—then you could keep up your walls.

You felt entitled to it; empowered by him. Appreciated for who you were, your presence alone being enough for him.

But you’d never tell him that. You’d never tell Ghost that you cared, or that you hope he cared, too.

Still, you had to eat. You had to sleep. And when the pain in your mouth began to hinder your ability to do even that, you’d finally given in, letting Price march you down to the infirmary himself.

Though you tried to remain the same stoic force you’d always prided yourself in being, the nitrous was stifling your apathy. You felt happy, smiling absentmindedly, greeting visitors and nurses with overwhelming enthusiasm.

Your mind kept wandering, and for once you let it roam freely. You didn’t say as much—you wouldn’t dare admit it aloud—but Ghost was your main source of enrichment as you lay confined to the infirmary cot.

Thoughts of him, anyway. Fantasies, you might call them.

Wondering if he’d be tender to you if you told him how you looked to him for reassurance, for silent support. Wondering whether that tenderness would translate into a gentle intimacy, chaste kisses and hot touches.

You didn’t even care—you couldn’t if you tried.

You found yourself enjoying the carefree rush; being the center of attention in the quiet infirmary, being giggly, laughing at nothing but the increasing creativity of your daydreams. You spoke openly and gleefully to anybody who stopped at your bedside, and you didn’t care.

When Soap and Gaz wandered in, you didn’t notice their amusement, the way they smirked at your delighted responses and the small trail of drool that had emerged from behind the gauze and over the corner of your lip.

When Gaz asked if you needed anything, and your only response was that you’d “like to see Simon,” you were unsure of where the sentiment came from, but more than willing to share it. And you were completely unaware of the knowing look that the Sergeants exchanged over you; the way Kyle mouthed ‘Simon’ and how Soap had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from prying.

You felt completely uninhibited.

It was nice.

~~~

Simon felt weird.

It wasn’t the good sort of weird, either. It was the kind that made him anxious; antsy to do something but unable to do anything at all except pace around the barracks and wait for his nerves to settle.

And he’d never say it���he’d barely admit it to himself, even as a thought—but the source of this anxiety was you.

You and your unceasing stubbornness; your willingness to ignore your own pain despite the obvious distress; the constant battle that was knowing you.

The fact that, despite himself, to know you was to admire you; to love you, even.

But he wasn’t even going to think about it.

He wasn’t going to think about how dreary the infirmary was or how lonesome your bedrest might be. He wasn’t going to think about how you’d be hurting and sore, and he wasn’t going to think about how he had absolutely no power to ease that struggle for you.

He didn’t even know what a wisdom tooth was, and he decided that, even if he did know, it would change absolutely nothing—he still wouldn’t care.

Not that he was thinking about it. He wasn’t.

And when he happened to pass the infirmary, it wasn’t because he was curious or concerned—he was simply taking a scenic route around the base.

“Oi—”

Simon turned his attention towards the call, watching Gaz and Soap saunter out through the doors of the infirmary. He nodded, silent, as they approached.

“Ye look tense, LT.” Soap smirked, no real worry in his voice.

Simon scoffed, unresponsive and unwilling to feed any of Soap’s teasing.

“Come to visit the Sergeant?” Gaz offered a less prying prompt.

“No,” Simon shook his head, “No.”

“Maybe for th’best,” Soap chuckled, mostly to himself, “She’s outta ‘er head.”

Simon stared at him, waiting for further explanation.

“Actin’ loony.” Johnny continued, looking at Gaz for support.

“Must have her on every type o'drug there is.” Gaz nodded, smiling.

“Never seen the lass so happy.” Soap grinned, sighing out the last word almost as if he felt a sort of sympathy for you.

“Right.” Simon didn’t bother asking any questions; his interest, he felt, was best kept to himself.

“Said they’ll wear off in a few hours,” Kyle shook his head. “Sure you’re not gonna stop by ‘nd see her?” He quirked a brow, trying not to seem too probing.

Simon sighed, rolling his shoulders back slightly.

“Don’t see a reason,” he shifted his gaze from Gaz to Soap and back. “Jus’ a tooth.”

“Teeth,” Soap smirked. “S’a shame, LT—she’d like a visit from ye.”

“Mm.” Simon tried not to roll his eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Soap nodded, “‘Less she was askin’ for a different Simon.”

He laughed, eyes creasing at the corners and shoulders shaking gently before Gaz nudged him.

“Insubordination.” Kyle mumbled, unable to hide his own amusement.

Soap put his hands up in surrender, looking at Simon.

“Jus’ told her we’d pass th’message along, s’all.” He quirked a brow, smirking, before walking off.

Simon tried not to appear stunned, suddenly acutely aware of how he was carrying himself and making sure his body language didn’t give away any changes in feeling.

You asked for him?

By name?

“She did ask after you, LT,” Gaz spoke up as if reading Simon’s thoughts, gaze returning to him after watching Johnny walk off. “Seemed keen on seein’ ya.”

Kyle patted Simon on the shoulder before turning to walk off after Soap, leaving the Lieutenant to nod absentmindedly at the notion that you, for whatever reason, had inquired after him.

His mouth felt dry, and he could feel his pulse jumping in his wrists, but he pushed through the doors of the infirmary anyway.

And you were smiling; you were laughing at nothing, eyes glittering and kittenish as you tilted your head from left to right in inattentive glee.

Simon’s knees could’ve buckled—you looked so docile and sweet, and the sound of your laugh was almost musical.

When you turned your head enough to see him approaching, you grinned, waving at him.

“Hi, Simon.” You sat up slightly in your bed, tongue poking out between your teeth due to the space the gauze took up in your mouth.

Now Simon’s knees did feel genuinely weak; he took a seat by your cot and crossed his arms, trying to keep his posture professional, though he leaned forward a bit, drawn to you.

“Comfortable?” He prompted, quirking a brow after a brief period of silence.

“Feel like a cloud…” You grinned, throwing your arms up against the pillow behind your head.

“Like you’re on one?” Simon asked.

“Like I am one.” You sighed, turning your face to offer the grin to him directly.

Simon nodded slowly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards beneath his mask.

“Seem ‘appy about it.”

You closed your eyes, face adorned with a small smile as you leaned back against the cot with only a small hum in response to him.

Simon couldn’t help but rake his gaze over you once your eyes had closed. He felt free to do so; the knowledge that you wouldn’t see him struggling to keep his expression stoic behind the mask—his eyes going soft and brows dropping—made him feel that it was safe to admire you.

“I’m happy you’re here, Simon.” You sighed out the words, eyes still shut, smile still glued to your lips.

You said his name so gently, and he could feel his breathing go unsteady for a moment.

“Why’s ‘at?” He grunted, voice calm, if not a bit gruff, despite his inner turmoil.

“’Cause I like you.” You reopened your eyes, grinning up at him and, as far as he could tell, speaking in total sincerity.

“Yeah?” Simon quirked a brow, analyzing your features as if trying sniff out a lie.

“You’re nice.” You nodded, tilting your head slightly, almost like you, too, were examining him.

He scoffed, leaning back in his seat.

“No ‘m not.”

You glared momentarily before your features went soft again.

“Shut up.”

Ah. There you were.

“You’re good at your job,” you began to rattle off his good qualities. “You share your cigarettes.”

“Don’t share ‘em,” Simon smirked, finding it so easy to fall into this sort of playful banter with you, regardless of your drugged up state and his uncertainty regarding your praise of him. “You steal ‘em.”

You waved him off, the action appearing to be something like an afterthought.

And though he knew it was mostly the drugs talking for you, he enjoyed the enthusiasm of your words, the manner in which you flattered him. It wasn’t something he heard from you often, and he felt a sudden pang of guilt at the realization that he rarely ever commended you, either.

“…S’nice o’you to say, though.” He conceded, voice going gentler around the edges.

You nodded, smile morphing into an excited grin that caused the gauze in your mouth to move forward ever so slightly.

“Now compliment me, ok?”

He gave himself the permission now to laugh freely; the quiet rumble of amusement was huffed out behind the fabric of the balaclava as his face was overtaken with an awkward grin.

“What d’you want me to compliment you for, then?” He uncrossed his arms, settling his elbows on his knees to meet your gaze more comfortably.

“Say something nice about me.” Your smile faltered for a moment, though your eyes stayed wide and animated—you looked like you were trying to carefully explain the concept of a compliment to a toddler, taking it very, very seriously.

“Anything?” Simon prodded, enjoying the ability he had now to tease you so freely.

“Anything.”

“Anything at all?”

He was stalling, just a bit.

He had plenty good to say about you, but the compliment in itself wasn’t the problem. If anything, he struggled to pick one thing, one minute detail that he could gift you praise for, without risking the dam opening and flooding you with all his hidden away affection for you.

It was the act of issuing the compliment that he found so difficult. 

You stared at him expectantly, and he tried to avoid your gaze by rolling his eyes in faux exasperation.

“You’re a good soldier,” he sighed, dropping his face to look at the ground before he found the motivation—the confidence—to look back up at you again. “A very good soldier.”

You grinned.

“You think so?”

“A very good soldier,” he nodded, echoing the sentiment, “Who’s actin’ like a complete nutter cause o’some nitrous.”

“I feel nice.” You giggled quietly, and it made Simon’s chest feel funny.

“I know,” he nodded again, letting his gaze soften and stay that way, despite the way you still looked up at him. Maybe he didn’t mind letting you know, in his own way, that he was having a nice time being near you right now. “I can tell.”

There was a stretch of silence. Your gaze flickered around the room, finding joy in tiny things that only you seemed to notice while Simon continued to stare at you, unabashed now.

“I do like you.” You spoke up again, still staring into the distance and smiling lazily.

“Y’said.” Simon nodded, ignoring the brief pang of whatever it was in his chest that kept making an appearance.

“But I’m serious,” you turned your face to him again, suddenly seeming incredibly earnest despite the way your eyes still reflected a hazy, drugged out happiness. “I mean it.”

“Sweet o’you.” Simon caught your gaze with his own.

“Now say you like me, too.”

“I do,” he huffed a short laugh, practically sighing it out as he tilted his head at you. “Didn’t think I ‘ad to say it.”

“I like hearing it,” you leaned back in your cot again, turning on your side so that your whole body faced him. “I like you.”

“Talkin’ in circles now, sweetheart.” Simon rolled his eyes, not out of annoyance, but a genuine urge to banter with you.

“I like when you call me that.”

This got his attention.

You rarely, if ever, responded well to nicknames. The last time Soap called you ‘bonnie,’ you’d nearly taken his head off, and when any of the soldiers—Simon included—slipped up on their Britishisms and referred to you as anything but your callsign or rank, you refused to acknowledge them until they called out to you properly.

“Never seem to…” Simon looked at you with uncertainty, waiting for the conversation to bite him in the ass, for you to reveal that you’d been fucking with him this whole time.

“It’s unprofessional.” You sighed.

“But you do like it?” He prodded, somewhat selfishly hoping this meant he could continue calling you pet names without any pushback from you.

“…It’s pretty.”

He smiled. Simon smiled, and though it was hidden by the balaclava, he knew you could see the way his eyes creased, his grin wide and genuine.

He was more than willing to admit his affection for you in this moment, if never again.

“So are you.”

You looked at him curiously, and it was clear that even in your drugged-up state you were confused by his fondness.

"Should have said so when I asked for a compliment.” You quickly fell back into the giggly state you had been in, and Simon began to wonder how much laughing gas was too much laughing gas.

“Thought y’only wanted one?” He leaned back in his chair, face tilted just enough to keep you directly in his line of sight.

“I can have another.” You appeared to be attempting to subdue the eagerness you felt, but your voice gave it away.

“Well, ‘ere you go,” Simon sighed, “You’re pretty.”

You grinned, pressing your cheek into the pillow under your head and scanning his form.

“Do I get another?” Simon mused aloud.

“I…” You faltered, staring up at him dreamily and seemingly deep in thought. “Do you want one?”

“Up to you, sweetheart,” he used the term freely now, mostly to see how you’d react, “Can live without it.”

You continued to stare, lost in your daze of drugs and gleefulness, before finally speaking again.

“I like your mask.”

Simon nodded. “I’m—”

“I like it better when you have it off.” You cut him off, the look in your eye now more akin to the brief moment of pensiveness you’d experienced earlier despite the wide grin you still wore.

Simon swallowed, still waiting for you to pull the rug out from under him, to hear you say you were only kidding and that you couldn’t care less.

When you didn’t, when you continued to stare up at him in your tender daze, he exhaled slowly, audibly.

“…Thank you.” His tone was more serious now than it had been this whole time, his hands going a bit shaky at the notion that you enjoyed seeing his face.

The notion that you cared enough to tell him so.

You just nodded, still resting against the pillow; your eyelids became increasingly heavier, the joy fighting the exhaustion.

“Tired?” Simon muttered, still reeling from your words.

You sighed out a small yawn, bringing a hand up to fiddle with the gauze in your mouth.

“Sleep,” he moved to stand, bringing a hand down around your forearm. “’N don’t touch ‘at.”

You grunted, eyes closing as you grumbled up at him, though you dropped your hand from your mouth.

Simon swallowed again, pulling his hand back and shoving it into his pocket.

He allowed himself one more moment to stare down at you, to drink you in as if it were the last opportunity he’d have to do so.

Maybe it was; you were so goddamn vigilant all the time, he’d never allow himself the pleasure of gawking at you like this if it weren’t for the drugs in your system.

With a soft sigh, one that saw his lungs squeeze tight from lack of air, he turned to walk out.

“Thanks for visiting, Simon.” Your voice was soft, and when he turned—a bit too quickly—to look at you, your eyes were still closed.

He shook his head, closing his eyes, too, for a second.

“Course, sweetheart.”

~~~

He knew, realistically, that you wouldn’t remember; that anything you did retain from the brief period he had spent with you while you were high off your ass in the infirmary would be limited to flashes and fuzzy snippets of conversation.

Still, Simon drummed his fingers on his thigh as he waited, watching his office door so intensely it might as well have been his full-time job.

He ground his jaw, as if stretching it, fully conscious of the absence of fabric over his skin. It always felt like he was missing a part of himself when the mask was off.

When he heard a knock, he cleared his throat.

“Open.”

You stepped in like you owned the place, like his office was part of your own domain. And it did something to him—it always did something to him.

But he kept his composure, watching with apparent disinterest as you stood at attention.

“At ease,” he grunted, watching your posture relax. “Feelin’ better, Sergeant?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, though he watched you falter slightly when your gaze settled properly on him.

Your stare burned him a bit, the clear movement of your eyes as they flickered over his bare face made him feel self-conscious.

He was suddenly hyperaware of the lack of effort he put into his appearance.

“Is there a reason you called me in?” You remained stoic, unshaken by his change in appearance and refusing to mention it, but he could still see your eyes wandering.

Simon grunted an affirmative, trying to ignore your unreadable expression and reminding himself of your previous enthusiastic praise of his appearance.

“Wanted t'check in,” he nodded, “Glad you’re doin’ a’right.”

“Yeah,” you huffed softly, the expression you wore almost mistakable for a smile. “Me too.”  

Simon hesitated for a moment, looking up at you before sliding something forward on his desk.

“Wanted to tell you ‘at this was…” he sighed, “Well done.”

You looked down at the thin stack of paper he’d pushed towards you, feeling a heat at the tip of your ears when you realized it was a report you’d turned in right before getting stuck in the infirmary.

“Very good work.” He nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

“…Thank you, Lieutenant.” You swallowed, muttering as you glanced between him and the report.

Simon nodded again. It wasn't much—it was the bare minimum, really—but he wanted to try. He wanted to make it clear that his praise wasn't a one-off; that he was more than willing to commend you in any and every capacity to the best of his ability, despite his previous shortcomings.

“‘At’ll be all, Sergeant.” He looked up at you, meeting your gaze. For a brief moment, he saw the same sparkle in them that he had seen in the infirmary, and he grit his teeth to avoid the feelings it stirred in him.

“Thank you.” You repeated.

You hesitated for a moment, no longer analyzing him.

“Nice to see you,” with all the confidence he expected from you, you looked him dead in the eye, “Without the mask, I mean.”

“Can’t ‘ide perfection,” Simon tried to play it off, though his gaze bore into you, “Not all th’time, anyway.”

You nodded, letting your face drop towards the floor as you smiled softly.

Simon returned the gentle expression with sincerity, hoping you’d see it for what it was.

Affection; pure and unbridled, in the only way he really knew how to offer it.

The beat of silence you experienced then wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was familiar; a reminder of why you enjoyed working with each other. It was almost cozy, even—a reminder of why you appreciated each other’s presence. Though, per usual, it remained unsaid.

You straightened yourself out, turning to leave.

When your hand fell onto the doorknob, Simon spoke up again.

“You’re a good soldier, sweetheart” his voice was gruff, the usual gravelly sound of his accent was present, but the words made you stop. “A very good soldier.”

Without turning to him, you nodded, walking out of his office and shutting the door behind you.

The way you blushed so profusely made you wish you owned a balaclava.

Your heart beat eagerly against your ribs as you pieced together his choice of words; the suddenly all too clear memory of his praise of you in response to your giddy admiration of him. And you felt weird.

But it wasn’t a bad sort of weird.

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girl i know | choi seunghyun + kwon jiyong

pairing: choi seunghun x f!reader x kwon jiyong warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral, deepthroating, slight facefucking, brief spanking, choking, name calling, overstimulation, a smidge of angst, brief smoking, fluff, and two guys who have a hard time figuring out how to share. note: i intended for this to be shorter, but it just kept going. i hope you all enjoy!

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Seunghyun and Jiyong are both very different men. In public, Seunghyun generally likes to be the center of attention, especially when he can make people laugh. Jiyong, on the other hand, was more reserved, comfortable staying in the background to let his friend be the leader. In private, however, it’s the opposite. Seunghyun is calm and calculated, preferring to take his time building you up to your climax to make sure you feel him all over. Jiyong is more erratic, the king of excess, not stopping until he’s made you come at least two times. No matter what, you were always satisfied and so were they.

You had started casually sleeping with both of them around the same time, though Seunghyun was first. After a night out with Seunghyun and his bandmates, you ended up in his hotel room to watch a movie and, as it goes, one thing led to another. It was only a few weeks later that Jiyong happened after a conversation involving the most orgasms you’ve had in one night – the answer was one, and Jiyong was upset for you. He said it was only right for him to show you the way it should be done.

You were clear with both of them about your intentions: you didn’t want anything serious and you would be seeing other people, which they both agreed to. You never talked with them about the other, but you never thought that you were hiding it. You assumed they knew that you were sleeping with both of them because they were best friends and they always told each other everything.

As you were preparing to leave for work, Jiyong asked you to meet him outside of the warehouse where they were filming the video for Zutter to drop off his earbuds that he left at your apartment. Of course you agreed, knowing that you would likely get a few of his signature sloppy kisses out of it. When you pulled around to the side of the building, out of view of the crew to afford you some privacy, you sent Jiyong a message to let him know you’d arrived.

It didn’t take long for him to exit the building, keeping his head low as he walked hurriedly towards your car. It made the meeting feel clandestine, but you knew he was a private person and was trying to keep a low profile. When he slipped into the passenger side of the car, he let out a long sigh and looked at you immediately, something burning in his eyes already.

“I’m not going to fuck you in my car, if that’s what you were expecting.”

You were lying; of course you would have done it if he asked, but you wanted to joke with him to  gauge his mood. He laughed, shaking his head, picking up his earbuds from the center console and slipping them into his pocket.

“Come here,” Jiyong invited you over with a crook of his fingers. You leaned towards him, meeting halfway across the armrests to kiss. At first it was softer than you expected, but, as if he needed to switch into his alter-ego, he deepened the kiss, having you inching closer, hand fumbling to unbuckle your seatbelt to allow more movement. “I want you to come over to mine tonight,” he muttered against your lips, his hand tightening on your throat, keeping you close. “I have a new set of sheets we need to break in.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you agreed to meet him later at his home. When he began to whisper in your ear, telling you all of the filthy things he planned to do to you in his bed, he gently bit your earlobe, as if to give you a preview of what’s to come. You smiled sheepishly, nuzzling your head against him, your fingers toying with the star necklace he wore.

“I think we’ve been caught,” Jiyong’s  tone was amused, and you were unsure what he was referring to, until your eyes fluttered open, finding Seunghyun standing several feet away from your car, a cigarette between his lips. “I’ve been talking to him for weeks about the girl I’ve been fucking.”

“Wait, you never told him that it was me?”

“No, why would I?”

“Shit,” you muttered, exiting the car and walking closer to Seunghyun.

“Well, you did tell me that you were sleeping with someone else,” he spoke before you had a chance, pausing to take a puff on his cigarette. “I didn’t expect it to be my best friend.”

“Seunghyun, I’m sorry. I assumed you guys would talk to each other about who you sleep with.”

“You’ve been sleeping with him?” Jiyong’s voice didn’t sound upset, but confused as he walked up beside you. The only thing you could do was sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt a headache coming on.

“I didn’t plan on this,” you began to explain. “It just happened with both of you.”

You didn’t want to explain, part of you felt like you shouldn’t have to since you were clear that you weren’t exclusive with either of them. Another part of your mind was screaming that you should apologize, because they both certainly looked like their feelings were hurt. It wasn’t your intention — you thought that maybe they were into it.

“I’m sorry,” you said, keeping your voice soft. “I thought you guys were turning it into a competition or something. Like you were both trying to outdo each other. I’ve been getting off every night, so I had no complaints.”

You paused long enough to gauge their reactions, but neither of them gave any indication of their feelings. You were sure that you could come up with better apologies but knew that it was getting close to your rehearsal time, and you couldn’t be late.

“Listen, I have a dress rehearsal in thirty minutes,” you said. “I’m more than happy for us to talk about this some more—”

“Go ahead,” Seunghyun interrupted. “We’ll talk later.”

You only nodded, assuming that they needed time to talk through some things together. You turned from them, walking back towards your car, but you stopped for a moment to spare them another look with a smile on your lips.

“I love the suits,” you said. “You guys look sexy.”

But now, it’s been three days and you haven’t heard from either of them. You find yourself distracted wondering if you ruined things with both of them, or even worse, ruined their friendship. It plagues your thoughts as you shift into autopilot while finishing your makeup for the show.

You should be thinking about your performance. It’s the first time that you’ve been one of the lead dancers for a group, and your focus should be on putting on a good show. But instead, you’re thinking about Seunghyun and Jiyong. You wonder what they’re doing now, and what they talked about after you left them. Thankfully, after a final pep talk with your fellow dancers, you’re able to lock in to focus on giving your best performance.

You’re paired with Hae-il, the rapper of an up-and-coming band that you’ve been getting acquainted with over the last several weeks of rehearsals. He’s funny and kind, doing everything to make sure you are comfortable especially since one of your dances together includes some heavy touching and a kiss. You aren’t nervous about any of it — you’ve been in more dance routines than you can recall, and are comfortable with any type of performance.

What you didn’t expect is Seunghyun and Jiyong seated in the balcony, speaking quietly back and forth to one another. You spot them during one of the group’s opening songs, and wonder if they’re attending to support a new group or to see you. Certainly it doesn’t have anything to do with you, at least that’s what you tell yourself so you can focus on your dancing.

When it’s finally time for your big dance, Seunghyun and Jiyong have been watching you all night. They’d mumble back and forth, barely taking their eyes off of you, but their expressions never changed. You could not read what they were saying or thinking, and it drove you crazy. You have to push the feelings from your mind to focus on your choreography – you’re a professional, afterall.

You’re center stage with Hae-il while he raps his verse. You’re in front of him grinding back against him, with his hand pressed to your pelvis to keep you firmly in place. The next move has Hae-il spinning you around so you’re face to face, and he smiles excitedly at you, slipping his hand down to grab your backside, keeping you close. The last steps include a dip where he grips your thigh, lifting it to pin it to his side, so that his crotch is pressed against you. You can hear the crowd cheering, but you lock eyes with Hae-il, preparing for the kiss.

You’ve never gotten a response from a crowd quite like the one you receive when you finally kiss Hae-il. In your mind, the kiss felt like a peck, your brain on autopilot like it was during all of your performances. When you and Hae-il switch places with another dancer and singer, you drop into the background and pick up the choreography while they have their solo.

You didn’t notice Seunghyun’s and Jiyong’s reactions to the choreography and the kiss. If you had, you’d have seen Seunghyun’s absolutely scandalized expression when Hae-il grabbed you. You would have seen Jiyong laughing as you kissed Hae-il. But more importantly, you would have seen the shift in their expressions when they saw the way you smiled at Hae-il after the kiss ended. You’d never known Seunghyun or Jiyong to be jealous, so the thought didn’t occur to you that a simple smile to what you considered a friend would set off their proposition for you.

Jiyong texts you when the show ends, asking you to meet at Seunghyun’s home so you could all hang out. You’re relieved knowing that you haven’t completely ruined your friendship with the two men, and immediately text Jiyong back to let him know you’ll see them soon.

An hour later, you park at Seunghyun’s, and grab your belongings from the passenger seat, keeping your head down as you enter his home. Seunghyun greets you at the door, taking your bag so you can slip your shoes off. You notice that he and Jiyong both are wearing the suits that they wore those few days prior during their video shoot.

“Do you need anything to drink?” Seunghyun asks as you sit on the sofa beside Jiyong.

“No, thank you,” you smile at him, watching him sit on the other side of you.

You chat idly for a few minutes before you notice that they’ve somehow managed to scoot closer to you, leaving you very little wiggle room between them. Your mind races, wondering what they’re thinking about as they suddenly grow quiet. Thinking about being so close to both of them like this, smelling their cologne, hearing them breathe steadily, feeling the heat resonating off of them…

“I think I need some water,” you say, finding yourself parched suddenly.

“I’ll get some,” Jiyong says, his tone clearly amused.

When he leaves you alone with Seunghyun, you peek to the side to see his eyes already on you, blinking slowly with a faint smile on his lips. It’s a look he’s given you before on nights similar to this: the two of you would sit quietly on the sofa beside each other until he couldn’t take it anymore, and would lay you back on the sofa while he got on his knees and ate you out for what would feel like hours. You blush when you think of it, breaking eye contact with him to look at the floor.

“Are you shy now?” Seunghyun asks. “Did you think of what happened last time you were here with me?” His tone is a little more teasing than you’ve grown to expect from him, and you still can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes again, not yet. Not when you don’t know what he and Jiyong discussed.

“Seunghyun, please,” you say. You mean for him to stop looking at you with that intensity, but Jiyong reenters the room with a glass of water in his hand, almost skipping towards you.

“I love hearing you beg,” Jiyong chuckles, handing you the glass. “Though, when she begs for me, it’s a little different.”  The heat hits your cheeks, spreading from your neck as you catch his implication, so you take a long sip of your water. “Oh, Ji, just like that!” he teases, pitching his voice higher. “Please, don't stop!” He plops onto the sofa beside you again, spreading his knees wide, and with a long whine, closes his eyes and throws his head back.

“I’ve never sounded like that before.” You intend for your voice to sound confident, however, a quake finds its way through, and you hope neither of them notice. Judging from the way Jiyong whips his head forward to stare directly into your eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, you know you’ve been caught. “I haven’t,” you insist, trying to cement your argument, but Jiyong is already shaking his head, swooping closer to press his lips to your ear.

“You’ve sounded way worse.” You lose yourself in the way his breath feels on your skin, the smell of his cologne making your head spin. “I’ve talked about it with Seunghyun,” he continues, mouth now pressing against your shoulder to deliver a small bite through your shirt.

“No, you haven’t.” Without intending to, you crane your neck as if you are inviting him in, an offer that he quickly accepts, teeth softly claiming the skin near your pulse.

“He has,” Seunghyun murmurs. “He said you’re the neediest girl he’s ever been with. I’d have to agree with him.” Your heart rate accelerates as Jiyong’s teeth near your jaw and the bites start to turn more aggressive, as if he’s attempting to leave a mark. “Are you serious, Jiyong?” You expect for Seunghuin to sound hurt, but instead his voice is sharper, angrier. You open your eyes and tilt your head to look towards him, finding him glaring at Jiyong with his eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“Uh-oh,” Jiyong says, with a smirk. “Am I in trouble?”

“We haven’t even discussed our idea yet,” Seunghyun says. “You’ve never been able to control your urges.”

“Not when it comes to her. I would have thought you felt the same.”

“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not here?” you say, gently shoving Jiyong away by pressing your hand to his chest. “What ‘idea’ are you talking about?”

“We talked about how things could move forward,” Sunghyun begins, crossing his legs so he can lean against the arm of the sofa. “I think we were surprised that you chose to be involved with both of us, but now that we talked about it, it’s clear that we have the same goal: to make you feel good.”

“We don’t care if you want both of us,” Jiyong says. “We thought maybe you’d like to try something new…” At first, you don’t pick up on what he’s suggesting. You glance back and forth between the two men, taking in their slightly devious expressions, and that’s when it hits you.

“Are you guys…do you mean a threesome?”

“I bet you’ve thought about it before,” Jiyong teases, pinching your side.

“Maybe,” you reply, looking towards Seunghyun, who has suddenly grown very quiet. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I want to do whatever you want,” he replies, leaning towards you for a kiss.

Generally, Seunghyun’s kisses remain tame, even when passionate they do not feel possessive. Tonight, however, you know Jiyong’s eyes are on you, and certainly Seunghyun is aware he is being watched. So he slides his tongue into your mouth with more determination, enough to earn a small whimper from you, your fingers grasping his tie to pull him closer. With a soft chuckle, he pulls away, his teeth faintly nipping at your bottom lip which causes you lean in to him for more.

“Easy,” Seunghyun whispers, licking his lips.

“That felt excessive,’ Jiyong says. “I can tell you don’t do that too often.” Jiyong’s voice, while still playful, is full of provocation, as if he is trying to point out the distinction between himself and Seunghyun as lovers. You can feel Seunghyun tense at your side, most likely preparing to tell off his friend, but you press your hand against his thigh to stop him.

“You’re both different,” you say. “One of you has things that you’re better at than the other. But it’s balanced.”

“I’ll bet I can figure out the things I’m better at,” Jiyong mutters, leaning in to kiss you now. His mouth doesn’t stay on yours for long, however, as his mouth trails down to your throat again, resuming his previous task of biting your skin. His fingers gently wrap around your throat, holding you in place as he works to leave a mark on your neck. “I’ll bet…” he breathes. "Seunghyun doesn’t do this, hm? He doesn’t like leaving his mark on you. I’ve never seen any marks that I didn’t give you."

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Seunghyun mutters, as Jiyong leaves a final kiss on the mark he’d created on your skin. “We agreed that we’d take care of her together if that’s what she wanted. I’m not going to spend the whole night arguing with you.” Jiyong smirks at his friend, shrugging his shoulders in response.

“Not my fault you don’t want to claim your property,” Jiyong says.

You notice the look on Seunghyun’s face, as if he takes offense to what Jiyong implied. Pulling your right leg up to press your heel into the cushion of the sofa, you hike your skirt up enough to show Jiyong the nearly faded hickey that Seunghyun left on your inner thigh.

“Some of us like to be a little more discreet,” Seunghyun says, a newfound smugness to his tone.

“Alright, settle down now,” you laugh, dropping your leg and smoothing out your skirt. “If we’re going to do anything, you guys need to chill out. Let’s put on a movie for a while.”

“Fine,” Jiyong shrugs, taking your glass of water so he can have a sip.

It takes longer than it should for you all to decide on a movie, but Seunghyun makes the final call and puts on something none of you have seen before. While the movie’s credits play, you get comfortable, laying with your head in Seunghyun’s lap and your legs stretched across Jiyong’s. You all remain quiet once you’re comfortable, and you take the opportunity to think about the proposition you’ve been given.

You’ve never been involved in a threesome before, though you have thought about it on a few occasions. Specifically, you thought about it with Seunghyun and Jiyong. Once you started sleeping with both of them, you assumed this would be what your relationships would lead to. However, after the looks on their faces a few days prior, you had already wiped that idea from your mind.

As you think, you zone out, not paying attention to the movie at all. Sensing your disconnection, Seunghyun takes hold of one of your hands, rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion. You smile up at him, your heart swelling at how soft his expression is. For a moment, you’re lost in Seunghyun’s eyes, until you feel Jiyong start to stroke your shin, as if he wants your attention, too.

Raising Seunghyin’s hand to your mouth, you press the knuckle of his index finger to your lips, and bare your teeth enough to gently bite him. Making sure that Jiyong doesn’t feel left out, you shift your leg enough to press your heel to his knee, shoving softly – enough to let your skirt hike up and give him a view of your panties.

“How do you think we would explain this if Daesung and Taeyang walked in?” you ask, with a small laugh.

“Explain what?” Jiyong says, craning his neck to see what kind of panties you’re wearing. “That you're a slut?”

“Hey!” Seynghyun snaps, snatching his hand from yours and smacking Jiyong on the arm with the back of his hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jiyong giggles, playfully cowering from Seunghyun, and shielding his arm from another possible attack.

“Calm down,” Jiyong replies. “I guess you two don’t do the name-calling thing, huh?” It takes a moment for Seunghyun to understand what Jiyong says, and you feel your cheeks flushing as realization spreads across his face.

“You call...?” Seunghyun drops his gaze from Jiyong towards you where you still lay with your head in his lap. “He calls you a slut? You like when he calls you that?” Unsure if your cheeks flush from embarrassment or excitement hearing the words coming from Sunghyun’s mouth, you bite your lip, quickly glancing to Jiyong then back to Seunghyun.

“Yeah,” you breathe, biting your lip.

“Likes it?” Jiyong scoffs. “She fucking loves it. You want to talk about being needy? Try wrapping your hand around her throat and calling her a slut, you’ll see how desperate she can get.”

“Jesus Christ,” you groan, only slightly annoyed while you feel the ache between your legs. Jiyong slips his hand between your thighs, pinching the spot where Seughyun had left a hickey. “Fuck, Ji,” you whisper, trying to maintain your composure, though your voice betrays you, the response you gave coming out as more of a moan than you intended.

“See? It doesn’t take much with this one.’

“Full of surprises,” Seunghyun murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your throat.

“If you would relax once in a while, then maybe you could try some new stuff with her,” Jiyong says, looking across you to Seunghyun. “I’ve told you before I think you’re too restrained when it comes to women. Sometimes they like you to be rough with them.”

“Okay, stop,” you say, slapping their hands away from you as you climb off of the sofa to stand before them. “I told you guys to stop talking about me like I’m not here.” You smooth your skirt out, glaring between the two men.

“Sorry,” Jiyong grins, holding his hands up.

“Please, sit back down,” Seunghyun says, patting the seat beside him. “We’ll stop.” You let out a huff, feeling yourself shaking with the overload of different emotions.

“I need a minute,” you nod. “I’m going to use the bathroom, maybe have a smoke.”

“Should we…pause the movie?” Jiyong asks, gesturing towards the television. “I don't want you to miss any of it.”

“Do you not feel comfortable with this?” Seunghyun asks, his voice gentler and more tuned-in to the situation than Jiyong. However, when Jiyong hears the tone of his friend’s voice, his expression changes to match the concern that Seunghyun is giving you. Maybe you were too harsh with them.

“It’s okay,” you say, softening your voice. “I’m not saying I don’t want us to do this. I would like for you two to stop being quite so argumentative, though.” You take the glass of water from Jiyong once again, giving them a smile. “If you can’t get along, then how do I know you’ll be able to share?” you add, your smile turning into a teasing smirk.

Before either man can speak, you turn from them, heading towards the kitchen. As you wash your glass, you can hear the men in the other room talking to one another in slightly hushed tones; their voices are sharp and it’s clear that they’re arguing. Normally, you wouldn’t smile when you hear your friends having a heated conversation like this, but you know that they’re taking your advice and trying to work things out.

You give them a bit of time, stepping outside to get some cool breeze on your heated skin while you smoke a cigarette. Your mind races with visions of how the rest of the night may go, and you decide to speed things up a little, before the men inevitably start bickering again. When you step back inside, you slip your panties off, dropping them into your bag in the guest room. Smoothing your skirt out again, you walk back into the living room to join the men, who have stopped arguing and are quietly watching the movie.

“Hey, babe,” Jiyong grins, sitting up higher in his seat. “We missed you.” You notice that they’ve both removed their jackets, and Seunghyun loosened his tie; you wonder if they got so annoyed with one another that they needed to cool off as well. With a smile, you quickly swoop in to kiss Jiyong gently on the lips, then lean towards Seunghyun to kiss him as well.

“What was that for?” Seunghyun whispers, grabbing your hips in an effort to pull you onto his lap, but you giggle, pulling away from him so you can wedge yourself between them on the sofa once again.

“Sorry for running off,” you say, staring at the television, trying to understand what’s happening in a movie that you’ve already missed ten minutes of.

“Don’t apologize,” Seunghyun says. “We’ve been competitive as long as we’ve known each other. Sometimes we don’t realize we’re doing it.”

“It can’t be easy dealing with both of us,” Jiyong adds, snatching one of the oversize blankets from the arm of the sofa, and spreading it out over all of your laps. “We’ll catch you up on the last few minutes.”

Once they make sure you understand what you missed in the first several minutes of the movie, you all settle into a comfortable silence again. Beneath the blanket, you hold onto both of their hands, resting on either man’s thigh. It feels gentler and more romantic than you expect of the situation, and you realize that they’re waiting for you to take the next step.

You lick your lips and spread your thighs just a bit so you don’t draw too much attention to yourself before you guide Seunghyun’s hand between your thighs, unlacing your fingers so he takes the hint. You notice the change in his expression from the corner of your eye, but he tries to be discreet, pressing his hand against your inner thigh. You’re sure your grip on Jiyong’s hand tightens the higher Seunghyun’s hand creeps, but he doesn’t seem to react. As soon as Seunghyun’s hand reaches your wetness, he noticeably reacts, straightening out his back, and leaning closer towards you.

“Have you not been wearing panties this whole time?” Seunghyun’s voice manages to be soft and deep all at once, his fingers stroking lazily over you. The noise he releases in your ear, halfway between a grunt and a moan, makes you blush, almost feeling shy. “Maybe…Jiyong was right about you being a slut,” he whispers, dragging his damp fingers across your inner thigh. He tilts his head to peer beyond you, getting Jiyong’s attention as he grabs the wrist of the hand you are holding, pulling it between your thighs.

“Well, what do we have here?” Jiyong smirks, when Seunghyun releases his grip.

For a moment, you can only see the television in front of you, trying to remember what is happening to the characters, but as soon as Jiyong’s fingers begin to stroke your clit, you snap back to focus. With a whimper, your head drops to Seunghyun’s shoulder so you can angle your head to peer at Jiyong.

“Good girl,” Seunghyun whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to allow you to shift your body closer to him, your back pressing against him now. Another whimper echoes in your throat, your legs beginning to feel restless as Jiyong’s fingers tease your clit faster.

“Here,” Jiyong says, grabbing your thigh with his free hand, and yanking it so that your leg drapes over his lap to give him more access to you. His fingers speed up already, rubbing quick and tight circles, only making you drip even more onto the cushion below you.

“Please, Ji,” you whine.

“Doesn’t she sound hot when she begs?” Jiyong asks, looking beyond you to see Seunghyun.

“She does,” Seunghyun murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “What are you begging for, baby? Tell us what you need.” Your words start to leave you as you feel surrounded by the two men, your senses overwhelmed. “Hey,” Seunghyun says, softly, as your eyes slip closed. “Stay with us. We’re just getting started.”

Much to your surprise, Seunghyun’s fingers begin to curl around your throat, applying enough pressure for you to feel your breathing strain. Instinctively, you spread your legs wider, your hand blindly feeling for Seunghyun’s leg, fisting his pant leg. At the same time, you feel Jiyong shifting from the sofa, throwing the blanket from your laps and dropping to his knees on the floor. He grabs your leg nearest to Seunghyun, and guides it over his lap, which Seunghyun happily accepts, gripping your thigh with his free hand.

Jiyong resumes his teasing of your clit with his fingers, but now uses his other hand to begin teasing your entrance. You whine, shifting your hips, your hand now gripping onto Seunghyun’s arm that is around you, his hand still grasping your throat. Jiyong’s eyes lock with yours from his spot on the floor, a devious grin spreading across his lips.

“More,” you whine, not sure who you’re talking to specifically.

“Anything for you, babe,” Jiyong says, slipping two fingers inside of you. You moan at the intrusion, knowing how much Jiyong loves to make it hurt just a little bit – a sensation you always welcome.

“Be careful,” Seunghyun says, his voice strained as though he was trying to hold back his frustration.

“She likes it when you’re rough with her,” Jiyong answers, laughing and nodding his head towards his friend. “Tighten your grip on her throat, and watch what that does to her.” You can feel Seunghyun tense against you, so you nuzzle your head against him, hoping it urges him on.

Seugnhyun’s fingers tighten around your throat and you let out a soft, strangled gasp in response. Your back arches, desperate to feel him touching you even more, so you grab for his hand that still braces your knee on his lap. He takes the hint, helping your leg drape over his knee so he can cup your breast over your shirt, squeezing softly like he always loves to do.

While Jiyong continues to pump his fingers into you, deeper until you feel his ring inside of you, he begins to suck on your inner thigh, clearly attempting to leave a hickey of his own directly next to the nearly faded one from Seunghyun. When Jiyong shoves his fingers into you particularly hard, you let out a noise much louder than you intended, causing Seunghyun to release your throat, slightly panicked.

“Fuck, it’s okay,” you assure him, dragging his hand back towards you by his forearm. This time his hand grips your jaw softly, angling your head towards him so he can see your eyes. “It’s okay,” you smile, nodding your head. “It felt really good, baby.” Seunghyun is entranced, caught up entirely in the way you’re moaning and rocking your hips against Jiyong’s rough movements.

Seunghyun releases his grip on your jaw, his fingers tracing over your lips and you instinctively part them, so your tongue touch his digits. Feeling the invitation, Seunghyun eases two of his fingers into your mouth. It wasn’t something you’d done with him before, but you think about it almost every time he touches you – his long and slender fingers delving between your lips, touching your tongue.

“Damn,” he mutters, kissing the side of your head. “Did you teach her this?” His gaze cuts to Jiyong and you lower your eyes as well, finding Jiyong’s eyes already on you, transfixed by what you’re doing to Seunghyun. 

“No, that’s all her,” Jiyong breathes. “It’s hot.”

At the sound of Jiyong’s voice, hushed and slightly dazed, you feel yourself clench around his fingers, and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth from the sensation. He stops rubbing your clit and lowers his hand to adjust himself within the now strained material of his pants. Still sucking softly on Seunghyun’s fingers, you slip your hand between your thighs in an attempt to touch yourself.

“No, no,” Seunghyun says. “That’s our job.”

Seunghyun slowly withdraws his fingers from your mouth, grabbing your wrist to move your hand back onto his thigh. He reaches over your leg, fingers finding your clit immediately as his hands bump against Jiyong's, both of them finding a place to share. It takes a few moments for them to sync up, finding a perfect rhythm but unfortunately it doesn’t last long as Jiyong starts to pump his fingers faster.

“Slow down,” Seunghyun says.

“Speed up,” Jiyong counters, with a smirk.

“Jesus, can you please just get it together?” You try to make your voice stern, but it comes out in more of a whimper, your body feeling overwhelmed, already on edge. “I’m so fucking close, just please make me come.”

The two men share a look, and you feel Seunghyun begin to match Jiyong’s rhythm, his unoccupied hand now pressing to your throat softly to hold you against him. Your breath comes in quick, uncontrollable pants, becoming too blissed out to even think. You struggle to keep your eyes open when Jiyong starts muttering to you about how hot you look, and Seunghyun praises you for how good you are.

You try your best to work your hips against their motions, but in an effort to not draw attention, you are slightly subdued. Still, you feel yourself approaching your climax.

“So good for us,” Seunghyun whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple, his fingers keeping up with the quick thrusts of Jiyong’s fingers just as you feel the tension inside of you begin to snap.

You don’t hold back your moans, rolling your hips to meet the movement of their hands, wanting the sensation to continue forever. They don’t slow their pace, working you hard and fast to work you through your climax. Your nerves begin to feel as though they are on fire, your body becoming hypersensitive, so you hurriedly stop their motions, relaxing against Seunghyun.

“Fuck,” you breathe out. “That was incredible.”

“Oh, we can do better,” Jiyong grins, slowly pulling his fingers from you. Quickly, you take them both by their wrists, yanking their hands towards your mouth so you can clean their digits of the taste of you. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” Jiyong mutters, watching you carefully.

“Me neither,” Seunghyun agrees, his voice tight. “Come here.” Seunghyun moves you how he wants you, helping you along as you straddle his lap. His hands set firmly on your hips to pull you down on top of him, allowing you to feel him through his pants. His fingers deftly unzip your skirt, snatching it from you and discarding it to the side. “I’ll show you how to take care of her,” Seunghyun says to Jiyong.

“Let me guess,” Jiyong says, sitting down on the sofa. “Slow and sensual.”

“You don’t have to rush things,” Sunghyun says, guiding you to slowly grind against his pants. You whimper at the sensation against your already tender clit, so you set your hands on his shoulders to support your movements. “Does it feel good, beautiful?” he asks, peering up at you with a tender gaze that usually accompanies your solo nights together.

“Yes,” you whisper, nodding slowly.

“But you love it fast, too, don’t you, angel?” Jiyong’s voice is different from Seunghyun’s – he’s teasing you by being sickly sweet, clearly making fun of the way his friend is acting. 

“I love it however either of you want to give it to me,” you say, leaning towards Jiyong, and grabbing a handful of his shirt, pulling him closer so you can kiss him deeply. He chuckles against your lips, pleased with himself, but you quickly bring him back down to earth by rubbing him through his pants.

“Fuck, there’s my little tease,” Jiyong hisses, breaking the kiss.

You grind yourself on Seunghyun’s lap while you still touch Jiyong over his pants, trying to keep in time. Listening to both of them breathe, small groans of satisfaction barely audible, so you try to get them to do more. You kiss Seunghyun, still trying to split focus between touching Jiyong and grinding on Seunghyun’s lap, but Jiyong catches your hand to stop you.

“Focus on your boring grinding,” Jiyong says. “No wonder you always come knocking on my door if he makes you get yourself off like this.” Seunghyun breaks from the kiss, whipping his head towards his friend.

“If you don’t shut up–” he begins, but you grasp his jaw, turning his head back towards you to kiss him again.

“Cut it out, Ji,” you mutter against Seunghyun’s lips. “I want to hear both of you moaning.” When Seunghyun kisses you deeper, your hand wedges between your bodies so you can unfasten his pants, and pull him free from his briefs. You shift yourself towards his knees so you can have room to tip your head down and spit carefully over his length.

“Jesus,” Seunghyun whispers, a small chuckle cracking from his throat. As you slowly begin to stroke over Seunghyun, you notice Jiyong hasn’t even started unbuttoning his pants yet, but simply watches you with a grin on his face.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” you tell him.

“You’re telling me what to do now, are you?” Jiyong scoffs, an amused expression on his face. You decide to stoke the flames of the competition between the two men, knowing you can only benefit from it.

“Seunghyun likes it when I tell him what I want,” you say, putting on your most innocent and pathetic voice, biting your lip.

“That’s right,” Seunghyun grins at you, barely taking his eyes off of the way you continue to stroke him. “I love for my baby to tell me what she wants. That way I can take care of her needs.”

“But if you don’t want me to…” you begin, noticing the very slight irritation on Jiyong’s face. He lets out a quick huff, unfastening his buckle and beginning to work on his pants next. You grin to yourself at his reaction, both of your hands now stroking Seunghyun, twisting in opposite directions.

“F-f-fuck,” Seunghyun stutters, his hips bucking up of their own volition, nearly knocking you from his lap. “Jesus Christ.” He lets out a strangled groan, running his hand over his hair as he keeps his gaze on your motions.

“I taught her how to do that,” Jiyong boasts, stroking his hand over himself in time with you.

“You both have taught me so much,” you say, bringing back the innocent voice you tried before. “And you both know how to take such good care of me…” They’re both watching your face now, distracted by the way you’re bolstering their egos – you take the opportunity to guide Seunghyun inside of you, settling down all the way.

“Oh, god,” he gasps, grabbing your hips again.

“Mmm, baby, you feel good,” you mutter, grabbing onto his tie and pulling him to lean towards you. “I like feeling you this way.” Seunghyun nods his head, pressing a kiss to your lips as he rolls your shirt up your body.

“You feel amazing, too,” he mutters into the kiss, breaking to pull your shirt over your head. Using his grip on your hips to help you rock slowly, he lets go after a moment, allowing you to roll your hips as you see fit. “Do you know how sexy you look?” Seunghyun asks, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

You don’t have time to reply before Seunghyun begins to kiss along your neck, down to your collarbone so he can leave gentle bites. You crane your neck to give him the access, your eyes now falling to Jiyong, who you realize you’ve been neglecting. When he catches your gaze on him, he licks his lips, nodding his head down towards his lap, where his hand still slowly strokes over himself. You smirk, beginning to move faster in Seunghyun’s lap, matching up with Jiyong’s movements.

“I know what you’re doing,” Seunghyun says, giving your skin a final nip before he sits back again to look at Jiyong. “Are you trying to control how fast she goes?” Seunghyun tries to sound annoyed, but his words are breathier, too affected by what you’re doing to him. Jiyong shrugs, not hiding the smirk on his face.

“She tells you what she wants, remember?” Jiyong retorts.

“Oh, my god, enough,” you snap, ceasing your movements altogether. “This is the last time I’m going to tell you guys to get your shit together, before I’m going home.” You slide Seunghyun from inside of you and climb off of him, standing in front of them. “Move,” you direct, waving both of them from the sofa, which they hurry to comply with. They watch as you settle onto the sofa on your knees, resting your forearms on the arm of the sofa and looking back to the two men expectantly.

“Where do you want us?” Seunghyun asks.

“You choose,” you reply. Jiyong hurries to kneel behind you on the couch, and Seunghyun clearly drops his shoulders. “Disappointed?”

“No,” Seunghyun replies, stepping in front of you, his hand slowly stroking his length. “We don't do this very often, but I know how much you enjoy tasting yourself on me.” You would have blushed if you didn't already feel overcome with emotions, so instead you open your mouth, waiting for him to slide onto your tongue.

Once you wrap your lips around Seunghyun, taking him as far as you can for the moment, Jiyong takes the opportunity to guide himself into you from behind, which makes you groan around Seunghyun. For a moment, you all can only make satisfied groans, getting accustomed to your new positions. You’re the first to move, replacing Seunghyun’s hand with your own so you can begin to bob your head over him slowly. Jiyong slowly pulls out of you until only his tip is left inside, something you find to be uncharacteristic of him. Just as you are preparing to take Seunghyun back into your mouth, Jiyong thrusts his hips forward again, rocking your body forward so that Seunghyun goes deeper into your mouth than you expected.

“Jesus,” Seunghyun groans, setting his hand on the back of your head and giving you a look to check if you’re okay. You nod quickly just as you and Jiyong repeat your movements; Seunghyun runs his hand through his hair, closing his eyes. “Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbles.

“Wait until you feel her from back here,” Jiyong replies, holding your hips so he can set a steady pace of thrusts. “Let me ask you something, my angel…that Hae-il…” You pull Seunghyun from your mouth, stroking over him as you wait for Jiyong’s next words. “Does he know that you’re a little slut who likes having two dicks inside of her at once?” Jiyong continues, and you can only whimper in response. “Oh, he doesn’t? When he was kissing you, and touching you…acting like he knows how to take care of you, do you think he knew that you already have two men who would do anything to make sure you’re satisfied?”

“I’ll bet he thought you were going to go home with him tonight,” Seunghyun says, joining in with the teasing, much to your surprise. “He thought he had a chance with you…our little slut.” You whine, your eyebrows furrowing as Jiyong starts to thrust harder. With a gasp, you part your lips and slide Seunghyun back into your mouth, taking him deeper and stroking your hand over the rest along with your bobbing.

With each rough, and deep thrust, Jiyong drives you forward, causing Seunghyun to finally hit the back of your throat. You gag softly when he pushes himself deeper, but he immediately tries to pull back, concerned that he’s pushing too far. You grab him by his hips, moaning around him to try to signify how much you like the feeling of him pushing into your throat.

You’re sure you hear the two men talking as you struggle to take Seunghyun deeper. Jiyong slows his thrusts to give you the opportunity to take as much of Seunghyun into your throat as you can, and you can hear him brag to his friend about how he taught you the way to deepthroat. Of course, Jiyong had and you loved doing it, but Seunghyun is bigger, which your throat isn’t quite used to.

With tears pricking at your eyes, you keep your hands on Seunghyun’s waist for support as you take as much of him as you can down the back of your throat. The noise he makes feels as though it comes from his hips, vibrating through your body, and causing you to moan around him in response.

“Wait, wait!” Seunghyun gasps, gently shoving you backwards so that he falls from your mouth. You let out a few coughs, trying to pull in a breath as you peer up at him from under your lashes, innocent.

“I can’t believe I’ve never had you that deep in my throat before, baby,” you mutter, as Jiyong resumes the quick pace of his thrusts. “I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it, because you’re so fucking big.”

Seunghyun strokes over himself watching his friend thrust into you hard enough for your arms to give out on you, instead opting to lean against the armrest. Jiyong adjusts you so that you’re leaning further over the edge, putting an arch in your back, hips cocked up towards him. Once he’s satisfied, his pace becomes swift, plowing you forward again and again until your climax is in sight.

You slide your arm beneath you, your fingers desperately rubbing at your clit as you moan Jiyong’s name, begging him to make you come. His speed feels impossible, his grip on your hips bruising when he thrusts even deeper than you thought he could. When your orgasm hits, you feel your legs begin to tremble, more moans of praise falling from your mouth as Jiyong continues to work you through your climax.

“Oh, my god, Ji, fuck!” you gasp, trying to pull away from him as you feel that he’s trying to work straight through to another climax, but it’s too much. Jiyong laughs, slapping you hard on your backside when he finally slows his thrusts.

“You’re tapping out after two?” Jiyong teases, slipping from you and gently running his fingers through your wet folds. “You did four in one night just a few weeks ago, remember?”

Of course you remember. How could you forget? You had to take the next day off of work because you were exhausted. Still, you want to feel Seunghyun now; you’ve never felt him at this angle before and you know he’ll be able to get in even deeper. You crane your head to look towards Seunghyun, begging for him with your eyes.

“You want me, baby?” Seunghyun asks, rubbing his hand over your cheek soothingly.

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head.

“I’ll show you how it’s done,” Seunghyun says to Jiyong as the two trade places.

“I already made her come twice,” Jiyong scoffed. “It won’t take much for a third.”

You allow the men to readjust your position, scooting you back to let Jiyong sit on the sofa in front of you so that your head is above his lap, while Seunghyun settles onto his knees behind you. Jiyong wastes no time, guiding your head lower so that you can take his length into your mouth, covered with the taste of you.

Seunghyun’s fingers softly trace between your thighs, not meant to tease, but it still makes your body twitch from the sensitivity. His other hand rub gently over your spine, soothing you as he eases himself inside of you, pushing in as deep as he can go. You moan around Jiyong, your movements stuttering as you get used to the feeling of Seunghyun inside of you.

“You’re okay,” Jiyong mutters, his voice softer than you would expect. “You can do it, babe.”

Seunghyun gently grips your hips, as though he is trying to avoid the bruises that Jiyong left in his wake. His movements are excruciatingly slow, pulling almost entirely out of you before gradually pushing back into you, hitting deep inside of you each time. You whimper almost nonstop around Jiyong’s length, taking him in time with Seunghyun's pace. You can tell from the way Jiyong’s legs fidget that he wants you to go faster, but you take advantage of the rare opportunity to tease him.

You all manage to set a slow pace, the air heavy with your panting breaths. Your mind is foggy from the overstimulation, so when Jiyong pushes his hips up against your face, driving his length deeper into your mouth, it catches you off guard, causing you to clench harder around Seunghyun.

“Shit,” Seunghyun hisses, his hands sliding higher up your body, resting on your waist. You instinctively begin to bounce yourself back against him, urging him to go faster, your hands fisting the sofa cushions as you attempt to take Jiyong all the way into your mouth with each bob of your head. “You’re doing such a good job, baby,” Seunghyun praises. “You’re our good girl, hm?”

Jiyong’s hand presses to the back of your head to hold you still, his other hand bracing against the armrest so he can thrust upwards into your mouth, moving faster and hitting deeper at the back of your throat. You groan, relaxing your jaw to let him move as he pleases. Seunghyun’s grip tightens on you, beginning to thrust in time with Jiyong’s movements.

“Couldn’t help it?” Jiyong laughs breathlessly to his friend, and you can hear Seunghyun return the chuckle.

“She feels so good like this,” Seunghyun replies. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer, baby. Do you want us both to finish inside of you?” You let out a long, whimpered moan around Jiyong’s length, trying to nod your head against Jiyong’s grasp. “Let her talk for a second,” Seunghyun says.

“You wanna say something, my angel?” Jiyong smirks, resting back onto the sofa to allow you to pull him from your mouth.

“Fuck, please, I’ve been so good for you both,” you whine, your hands stroking over Jiyong the way that he loves. “I want to feel you come in my pussy, while Ji comes down my throat. Please, Seunghyun?”

“Jesus,” Seunghyun whispers, thrusting harder and faster, trying to recreate the way he watched Jiyong move. “This is how you need me, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you respond, giving him a quick pleading look over your shoulder.

“Open up,” Jiyong commands, nudging his hips upward.

When Jiyong angles his hips so he can push his tip into the back of your throat, he stays still, holding his hand on the back of your head to keep you where you are. You gag around him, your fingers twisting against the fabric of his slacks, as Seunghyun thrusts into you harder and faster, inching Jiyong all the way into your mouth.

“Holy shit,” Jiyong breathes, pressing his head back against the sofa. “It’s never felt like this, babe. You’re incredible.” You struggle to maintain him as Seunghyun keeps pounding into you over and over. When finally Jiyong pulls your head off of him, he grasps your jaw to have you sit up enough to peer into his eyes. “You’re doing so fucking good,” he smirks. “You didn’t realize you could be this nasty, did you?”

“No,” you breathe, working yourself back against Seunghyun while you jerk your fist over Jiyong. “I’m so close. Please let me come.”

“Anything for you, good girl,” Seunghyun mutters, leaning forward to press his chest against your back, the friction of his clothes against your bare skin sending you reeling.

Your eyes close, getting lost in the sensations, feeling Jiyong's fingers begin to play with your clit. Seunghyun’s hand gently holds onto your throat as he keeps thrusting, his other arm around your waist to hold you against him. Your body trembles, and you can only reach over your shoulder to thread your fingers through Seunghyun’s hair as you tumble into your climax.

You’re certain they’re praising you – it’s clear to tell from the tones of their voices, but you can’t focus on the words, your mind blurring into pure bliss. You can feel yourself dripping down your thighs, moaning like you’ve never been pleasured in your life. In your state, you forget that you’re meant to be returning the favor to Jiyong, so you drop back onto your hands, to take him back into your mouth in hopes that your instinct will take over.

Seunghyun and Jiyong both thrust into you as if you simply belong to them. Truth be told, you’d say that you do. They find a quick and hard rhythm together and keep working until finally they both reach their own orgasms, filling you up from both ends. You swallow everything you’re given, and you reach behind you to hold onto Seunghyun’s hip to keep him buried inside of you.

“Oh, my god,” Seunghyun gasps, leaning over you to pepper kisses across your back. “You’re perfect, baby. You did such a good job.” You let Jiyong slip from your mouth, and you lick your lips, cleaning them of the taste of him.

“Holy shit, that was hot,” Jiyong sighs, cradling your head so he can pull you towards him, kissing you softly. “Seunghyun is right; you did good.”

“Mhm,” you hum, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m gonna clean up, and run the bath,” Jiyong says, giving you one more quick kiss before departing, leaving you along with Seunghyun who is still inside of you.

“Are you okay, my sweet girl?” he whispers. “We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No, I’m great,” you whisper. “I want to kiss you but I should brush my teeth first.”

“Normally I’d say it doesn’t matter, but I don’t think I want to know that much about Jiyong,” he mumbles, and you laugh breathlessly. “I’m going to pull out now.” You nod slowly as he gently removes himself from you, rubbing your back soothingly. “Do you need me to carry you to the bath?” he asks, his voice still gentle.

“No, I think I can manage. Just give me a second.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Seunghyun leaves you alone on the sofa, presumably to get himself cleaned up as well. You relax onto your side and close your eyes, your breathing finally back to normal. You aren’t sure how much time goes by – realistically it was only a few minutes, but you feel yourself drifting to sleep momentarily.

“Come to the bath; we’ll get you cleaned up.” Jiyong’s voice sounds distant, but you can feel them urging you to your feet, holding onto your arms as they walk you towards the bathroom.

As they help you into the tub, and begin to clean you up, you wonder what will beyond tonight – will this become a normal occurrence? Will it go back to the way it was? Or was this the last time that you’d be with either of them? Your mind feels too overworked to figure it out, so you try to push it from your brain, focusing instead on the two men who have treated you to quite an interesting night.

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Townhomes for Large Families | Sims 2 Apartment Lot Download

500 followers! Wow! Thank you to all of you who have given this page a follow. I'm glad that you are enjoying the homes and hope they are making your neighborhoods prettier and happier places. 😊

As a little gift I've put together my first official apartment lots: Mapleview Terrace built on a 5x3 lot, and Hydrangea Court built on a 4x3 lot. These lots are free of CC that is not Maxis made. The Season Pre-Order bonus swingset is included in the larger lot, but if you use the Sims2Pack Clean Installer you can opt not to install it if you don't want it.

These townhomes were built especially for your larger sim families. Each home comes with 3 bedrooms--the larger lot even has one with a 4th bedroom!

The down side is that this means they are on the more expensive end of things and they aren't even that fancy looking in my opinion! The Mapleview Terrace apartments come furnished and will cost $3590-$3822. The Hydrangea Court Apartments are unfurnished except for the kitchen and bathrooms and will cost $3874-$3884.

But, let's take a short tour and you can decide if they are worth it for you.

These apartment lots were meant to be a set. They are fairly simple and non-descript on the outside, and you can line multiple lots up for a whole community of cookie-cutter apartments. 🤣 Feel free to paint them different colors though if you wish.

I originally built the shell on the larger townhome lot shortly before Apartment life came out. The goal was to have a place to stick the Maxis families that came in the sim bin so that they would have access to a telephone and not be unreachable except for as "walk-bys".

Here's what they look like at the back. These apartments are nearly identical in floorplan layout, one has 3 units and the other only has 2.

Mapleview Terrace:

Hydrangea Court: Putting solar panels on the roofs can help off-set the cost of rent I discovered, thanks to the helpful members of a Sims 2 Facebook group. 😊 The other lot has them too, but they just didn't make it into the picture.

Let's take a look at the floorplans!

Mapleview Terrace - 1st Floor:

Mapleview Terrace - 2nd Floor:

You might notice a slight theme to each home. But feel free to remove the furniture and redecorate if you want.

Here's what Hydrangea Court looks like. The layout is pretty much identical to Mapleview Terrace, but I did put nicer appliances in downstairs:

One more thing, The neighborhood view for the larger lot has the maple trees seeming to do a little "wave". It's just because I rotated them when placing them, but they should all be in a perfect row on the lot. :)

If you notice anything "off" about these apartments please let me know and I will try to fix the issue. If it's something that can only be accessed in build mode and the option is greyed out you can use this cheat and fix the thing: 'boolprop AptBaseLotSpecificToolsDisabled false' ...Just don't forget to turn it off by typing 'true' in place of 'false' when you're done!

A huge thank you to the folks in one for the Sims 2 groups on Facebook for letting me know what apartments needed or didn't need. 🎉

500 Followers Gift - Townhome Apartments Set: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run it through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

This home uses 1 piece of CC, which is a Maxis pre-order bonus item from Seasons that you may already have in your game. It can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want it though.

CC List (Included): -Seasons Pre-Order Bonus “Garden Swing of Bliss and Harmony”

Default Replacements Shown: -More realistically colored Hydrangea shrub from @peppermint-ginger If you don’t have these in your game your Hydrangea shrub’s flowers will look neon blue. Purple Lupin shrub from Peppermint-ginger If you don’t have these in your game your Lupin will be blue. -White Wall Top Texture Replacement by Maranatah at Mod the Sims -Neon panels removed on the Forbidden Fruit bar/island default by Shastakiss. Pay attention to the special instructions. If you only want the Maxis counters adjusted with no additional new recolors you'll only need to pop "shasta_CEP_nl_nightclub_island_bar.package" in your downloads folder. -FreeTime bedding defaults by CuriousB

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Want to improve the look of your game, or grab some “Lost & Found” Maxis objects? Check out this post.

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An Unexpected Meeting 1/2

Summary: While waiting for Tango to get back, Impulse suddenly enters the room. Some discoveries are made on both ends and Jimmy finally meets Imp and Skizz for the first time.

Word Count: 5273

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It's finally here!!! The fic you have all been waiting for! Jimmy meets Impulse and Skizz for the very first time! I hope you guys enjoy!

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 “And so then finally Impy opened up to me a bit more and we became friends. To the point where Impulse was willing to room with me again the next year.” Tango finished off his story with a smile. He was currently laid on his bed, sitting slightly up and against his pillows and the wall. Jimmy, the one he was telling the story to, had started off on his chest but had slowly wandered his way down to Tango’s stomach throughout the story.

 It was strange having someone so tiny walk on him but at the same time, he could barely feel it. If he were to let his mind wander and take his focus away from Jimmy, it would be easy to let his small weight slip from his mind. Not that Tango could do that even if he wanted to. He was very aware of Jimmy all the time. “But Impulse still likes to keep the divider up.” Tango pointed his thumb off to the side, where the large divider hid Impulse’s side of the room from view. “Guy likes his privacy I guess. Can’t say I blame him though.”

 Jimmy nodded and looked toward the divider. Though he was used to it now after coming to hang out in Tango’s room multiple times, it was still a bit strange to see, especially in comparison to the open area of Grian and Joel’s dorm. “Well, it works out for us.” Jimmy said, moving his eyes away from the divider and back to Tango. “It means there’s less of a chance Impulse will see me if he suddenly comes in.”

 Tango hummed in agreement but was then quiet for a moment. Jimmy looked over at him at the sudden silence and noticed the slight furrow of his brows that usually signified Tango was in deep thought. Jimmy was just about to question him on what he was thinking when Tango beat him to the punch. “By the way, no pressure or anything of course, but have you thought about…ya know…possibly meeting our other friends? Like Impulse?” Tango asked curiously, watching Jimmy’s face closely for his reaction.

 Jimmy blinked and glanced over at the wall to think for a moment, turning back to meet Tango’s eyes a moment later. “I have and…they honestly sound really great. I would love to but, I mean, I just don’t know if I’m ready yet. Besides, it’s only been, what, a month since I officially met you? I think…I want to give it some more time.” Jimmy paused but then smiled at Tango. “But I do eventually want to meet them all, yeah.”

 Tango smiled back at Jimmy. “That’s perfectly fine. You take all the time you need.” Tango was just happy that Jimmy was willing at all. He knew for sure Jimmy would get along great with the rest of their friends. But for now, he would settle with telling him stories about them and their hangout, in preparation for Jimmy to meet them.

 Tango opened his mouth to say something else, but paused when his stomach grumbled angrily.

 Jimmy let out a small noise of surprise, not quite a full on yelp but close. He sat up straighter, his hands jumping away from where they had rested against Tango’s stomach. He could feel the grumble of Tango’s stomach, the vibration it created moving him ever so slightly. It was…very weird. Jimmy looked down at Tango’s stomach with wide eyes. He’d obviously heard the rumble of human stomachs before, but never when he had been on them. He looked back up at Tango, his eyes still huge.

 Tango chuckled, though he did at least look sheepish, especially as his laughter caused Jimmy to bounce slightly. He forced himself to stop laughing and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I think that’s my body telling me it’s time for lunch.” Despite the awkward angle, Tango reached over toward the nightstand to grab his phone, being wary of Jimmy still sitting on his stomach. He looked at the time and hummed. “Yeah, it’s already one. Probably should go grab something.” He glanced back down at Jimmy. “Feel like staying for lunch?���

 Jimmy nodded, grinning. “Yes, please! Grian and Joel won’t be back from their classes for a couple more hours anyway.”

 “Sounds like a plan then.” Tango shifted slightly, realizing this was not a good position for ordering food. So he reached his hand down and carefully cupped it behind Jimmy before moving to sit up. Jimmy looked behind him at the hand now at his back but otherwise didn’t so much as blink as Tango sat up and caused him to slide fully onto it. “You feel like anything in particular?” Tango asked, already opening his phone up to the many food apps on it now that he was in a better position.

 Jimmy righted himself and settled more comfortably on Tango’s hand as he thought for a moment before shrugging. It was very rare for him to have a preference on what to eat, usually perfectly content to let his humans choose. They knew a lot better than him in this department anyway. “Whatever you want is fine by me.”

 Tango hummed and looked through his food apps. “Honestly, I’ve been craving Mexican food lately. Specifically from this one restaurant. Only problem is they don’t deliver.” Tango put his phone down. “I could run and grab it since it’s only about a ten minute drive from here. Do you want to come with me?” Tango asked but Jimmy shook his head.

 “I’m okay, I can just wait here.” Jimmy replied. The thought of going to a busy place like a restaurant or grocery store always had Jimmy feeling nervous. So far, he had managed to stay behind when any of his humans were going out, and Jimmy still intended to keep it that way.

 Perhaps eventually they’d manage to drag him out to a restaurant and such, but he was more than okay delaying that for as long as possible.

 “Alright, if you’re sure.” Tango lifted the hand holding Jimmy and set it down on the nightstand so Jimmy could get off himself. Jimmy did so, hopping off Tango’s hand and standing up straight, lifting his arms up to stretch once he was back on solid ground. 

 Tango watched him fondly for a moment, a small smile gracing his lips. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that Jimmy was real. That all of this was real. He was so impossibly tiny and yet despite their size difference, Jimmy had still wanted to be his friend. Jimmy finished stretching and looked over at Tango, who startled at the sudden eye contact and snapped his gaze away from Jimmy. Jimmy blinked but let out a fond huff when he realized what Tango had been doing. 

 With Grian, Joel, and now Tango, Jimmy had gotten used to the long stares and fond looks his humans liked to give him. 

 Tango cleared his throat to try and expel the embarrassment of having been caught staring before standing up. He grabbed his wallet and keys, which were on his nightstand to Jimmy’s right. “I shouldn’t be too long.” Tango said. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

 Jimmy nodded. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” Jimmy said and Tango hummed in response before heading toward the door. He sent Jimmy one last wave before exiting his room and closing and locking the door behind him.

 Jimmy leaned back against the lamp and let himself relax, knowing it was going to be at least a half hour before Tango came back. He opened up his bag, something he always took with him when visiting with Tango, and pulled out his sewing supplies. He was currently working on his stitching, trying to get as precise as Cleo did on his clothes. He knew he didn’t need to worry about making his own clothes anymore, something he was still very thankful for, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have other ideas he wanted to do. Besides, working on his little project was a good distraction while he waited for Tango to come back.

 It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later, just as Jimmy had finished up his fourth stitch, that he heard the familiar sound of a key in a lock. He glanced up toward the door, briefly wondering how Tango had been able to get back so fast. But those thoughts quickly disappeared as someone who was certainly not Tango walked in.

 In a panic, Jimmy quickly rose from his spot and rushed behind the lamp to hide, all the while shoving his sewing supplies back into his bag. As his back hit the lamp, he froze, his breathing paused as he waited to see if he had been spotted. Thankfully, there was no sudden gasp or surprised yelling to be heard. The human only closed the door and walked onto the other side of the divider, missing Jimmy entirely. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, though his body didn’t relax just yet.

 Jimmy peeked his head out from behind the lamp but, other than a few shadows, he couldn’t see anything past the divider. Still, if this human had a key to the room, this could only be Impulse, the human he had heard so much about. Jimmy decided to continue watching as the shadow of Impulse moved further into his side of the room.

 “Huh, I thought for sure Tango would be here.” The human spoke out loud to himself. Jimmy was taken aback by the sudden voice but quickly recovered and continued to listen.

 There was a moment of pause as Impulse’s shadow showed him setting his bag down by the foot of his bed. “Right, yeah, he probably went out to get something to eat.” Impulse spoke again but Jimmy frowned at the strange wording. It was almost as if he had answered someone else… Jimmy quickly reminded himself that phones were a thing that existed and rolled his eyes. Impulse was probably just talking to someone over the phone, which would make a lot of sense considering Jimmy couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation.

 “Well, I can’t imagine Tango will be out long but gotta get any chance we can right? Wanna come on out?” Impulse said after another brief silence and Jimmy couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Okay, that was weird. Jimmy might still be unaware of a lot of human sayings and such but he was pretty sure that was a weird thing to say to someone over the phone.

 Impulse’s words were followed by the sound of some faint shuffling and Jimmy found himself stepping away from the lamp and heading more towards the middle of the nightstand in the hopes he could see better. He could still really only make out a blob of shadows, but he definitely wasn’t seeing an added blob of someone else. So just who was Impulse talking to?

 “Finally! I thought I was gonna suffocate in there with how long those classes were.” Another voice suddenly spoke up and Jimmy froze. He knew perfectly well how voices sounded when on the phone, speaker or otherwise. There was always this sort of static to the voice, no matter how good the quality of the call. That being said, the voice did not have that static overlay to it. No, it…it sounded like it was actually in the same room.

 “You say that, and yet, who is the one who always asks to come with me?” Impulse said with a slight teasing tone.

 “Well, okay, maybe your pocket is comfortable. Maybe. But I stand by the fact that those classes were too long!” The other voice exclaimed and despite the fact that his words were exclaimed, his voice was not nearly as loud as Impulse’s. 

 Phone calls were loud, especially when they were put on speaker. The voice mixed with the background and static added by the phone always grated on Jimmy’s nerves because of how loud it was. And though the voice wasn’t undisguisable, obviously since Jimmy could hear him just fine even from the other side of the room, it was so clearly quieter than that of a phone call. 

 And then his actual words hit Jimmy like a train and he felt frozen there on the nightstand as the realization washed over him.

 It couldn’t be. There was no way. It had been so long… too long. And the fact he was also with a human was just too much of a coincidence. It couldn’t be…

 But who else would talk about how comfortable a pocket was?!

 That other voice was a borrower, it had to be. 

 Impulse had a borrower with him.

 He could barely believe it, but here it was right in front of him. After all this time without seeing another borrower, the one he does finally find also seemed to be friends with a human. They had to be friends, a borrower wouldn’t otherwise talk so casually with a human or go to classes with one in their pocket. 

 It was crazy and coincidental and Jimmy didn’t know how to process this information.

 “Where did my charger go?” Impulse’s voice cut through Jimmy’s thoughts and he focused back, realizing he had missed a bit of the conversation. There were some more shuffling noises, most likely caused by Impulse looking around for his charger.

 “Tango might have taken it again.” The borrower said and man, Jimmy was not going to get over that. “Cause I swear it was plugged in and hanging off your nightstand when we left this morning.”

 Impulse hummed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He sighed. “Tango really needs to find his own charger. Because one of these days he’s gonna lose mine.” Impulse chuckled a bit, his tone full of semi-fake annoyance. The borrower laughed as well, more heartily than Impulse had, and, though he didn’t know why, Jimmy’s heart hurt at the sound.

 Another borrower was right there. So close and yet so far.

 Even though he had tuned back into the conversation, Jimmy was still so shocked that he didn’t realize what the conversation actually meant. Not until it was already too late and Impulse was rounding the divider into Tango’s half of the room. Jimmy’s breath hitched as Impulse came into view but he felt frozen to his spot. Jimmy could only stand there helplessly as he watched Impulse’s eyes scan the room looking for his charger, only for them to suddenly lock onto Jimmy.

 Impulse’s eyes widened.

 Jimmy couldn’t breathe.

 “What the…” Impulse practically breathed out, the words barely loud enough for even Jimmy to hear. He felt stuck by the human’s gaze and it was only after Impulse took a step forward that Jimmy finally managed to unstick himself. He scrambled backwards until his back came into contact with something solid. He jumped, only to realize it was the lamp, which he continued to press back against as his eyes never left Impulse’s.

To Jimmy’s shock, though maybe he really shouldn’t have been considering Impulse’s borrower friend, Impulse seemed to deflate a little seeing how scared Jimmy was. He raised his hands in a placating gesture as his eyes went sad. “Oh, wait, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Impulse tried to reassure, his voice continuing to be soft, quiet, and steady. And then he did something no other human he met thus far had done. Those same hands he had just raised were quickly placed behind his back, hiding them from sight. Jimmy blinked, realizing what the gesture meant.

 “Dop? What’s going on over there?” The other borrower called out from past the divider, still on Impulse’s side of the room. Both Jimmy and Impulse looked over in that direction at the sudden voice, despite the fact that neither of them could see past the divider. Impulse looked back over at Jimmy, noticing his gaze had also been pointed toward Skizz’s voice.

 Impulse took a step back, keeping his hands behind his back and his eyes on Jimmy as he turned his face slightly in order to reply back. “Skizz, you are never going to believe this.” Impulse said, his voice now only slightly louder than a breath. Due to the lack of anything happening and no longer feeling like he was being backed into a corner, Jimmy felt safe enough to push himself off against the lamp and take a few steps forward. 

 Impulse seemed to notice this and gave a small smile. “That’s my buddy Skizz.” Impulse said, motioning over toward his side of the room with a tilt of his head. “He’s like you. A borrower.”

 Again, Jimmy had gathered as much already but actually hearing Impulse say it? It made it all the more real.

 “Wait…Impulse are you actually saying-?!” Impulse cut Skizz off, though not unkindly.

 “Yeah, Skizz. I’m…I’m looking at another borrower.” Impulse said and it made Jimmy wonder if Skizz was in the same boat as him. That he, too, hadn’t seen another borrower in a very long time. 

 Based on both of their reactions, Jimmy could guess it was more than likely.

 Jimmy met Impulse’s gaze again and, somehow, the human’s gaze softened even more. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Impulse said again, feeling the need to reiterate that. “Skizz could tell you as much.”

 “Y-Yeah! Impulse wouldn’t hurt a fly! I would know, I’m the one who usually ends up killing all the bugs in the place.” Skizz said, ending with a laugh. The way his voice stuttered though, Jimmy could tell he was still reeling from the shock. Much like he still was.

 Slowly but surely, Jimmy felt himself relax. It was clear to see what was going on here and he knew, without a doubt, he could trust Impulse. And not just because he was Grian, Joel, and Tango’s friend. But having the word of a borrower on a human’s side, even if Jimmy didn’t know said borrower, was still not to be taken lightly. And since Skizz was so adamant that Impulse was good, Jimmy felt perfectly safe to drop his guard.

 This whole situation was certainly a sharp contrast from his past experiences meeting humans. But it was far from an unwelcome one.

 “I believe you.” Jimmy said softly, pleased to note his voice didn’t waver. He looked Impulse in the eyes. “I know that you won’t hurt me.” Jimmy said, his lips forming a small smile. 

 Jimmy watched as Impulse relaxed, a look of relief on his face. Though there was also a hint of confusion as well. “Really?” He asked.

 Jimmy nodded and pointed with his thumb in Skizz’s direction past the divider. “I mean, you do have a pretty valid source.”

 “He sure does!” Skizz exclaimed once more. Jimmy couldn’t help but note his voice seemed to have changed though. It was a bit closer and seemed more out of breath. Before Jimmy could ponder on that too long though, Impulse spoke again, gaining back his attention.

 “Right, I guess I do.” Impulse said with a fond chuckle. His hands slowly fell back to his sides and Jimmy didn’t so much as flinch at the movement.

 “And uh…I’m actually pretty familiar with humans anyway.” Jimmy admitted, albeit a bit hesitant. He didn’t know why he felt a bit nervous at revealing that but he was. Jimmy watched as Impulse’s confused look came back.

 “Wait, what do you-” Impulse cut himself off suddenly though, as movement had caught his eye and he looked down. “Whoa, Skizz, what are you doing?”

 “I couldn’t just stay put knowing there’s another borrower over here!” Skizz exclaimed, his voice more clear now that he was past the divider. Jimmy blinked and rushed over to the edge of the nightstand, kneeling down to look over the edge. He only managed to catch a flash of movement though before a hook being thrown up caused him to scramble back and yelp in surprise. 

 The hook caught on the grain of the wood and Jimmy watched with wide eyes as the string tensed with the weight of someone climbing on it. Jimmy waited with bated breath, only for that breath to catch in his throat when a hand shot up and gripped the edge of the nightstand. Jimmy continued to watch as Skizz then used that hand to hoist himself the rest of the way up.

 As Skizz righted himself, his gaze fell on Jimmy and their eyes met. They both froze, looking at each other with barely concealed awe. It had been so long since Jimmy had seen another borrower. He almost couldn’t believe there was another of his kind right in front of him.

 It almost made tears come to Jimmy’s eyes. He’d been around people so much bigger than him for months now, and nobody long before that. And though he loved his humans dearly, it was still never quite the same as having someone his own size there next to him. And Jimmy could see that clearer than ever now that he was meeting Skizz eye to eye.

 He took in his features almost hungrily, noticing the fact that Skizz seemed to be a few centimeters taller than him first. From there, he took note of his black hair and bright blue eyes, a sharp contrast to Jimmy’s own hazel eyes and blond hair. Jimmy also took note of the faded scars that lined his arms and face. That was a little concerning, but then again, even with a human by your side being a borrower could be dangerous.

 His clothes also seemed hand stitched, of course, though not with the same precision that Jimmy’s clothes were made with. Jimmy realized either Skizz was doing it himself, or perhaps Impulse had taken up the task. Either way, neither were as precise as Cleo. He didn’t think anyone could be as precise as Cleo though.

 Jimmy looked back up at Skizz’s face and realized Skizz must have also been looking him up and down. Their eyes met again and Skizz’s face morphed from shock and awe to glee as a large grin overtook his features. He took a step forward, finally breaking the silence that had fallen over the entire room as soon as their eyes had met. “I can’t believe it.” Skizz said, his voice soft, quiet. Though not for long. “You’re real!”

 Jimmy couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at that. “So are you!” Jimmy said, a large grin forming on his own face to match Skizz’s.

 “Man I…I haven’t seen another borrower in ages! It’s just…wow. Heh.” Skizz let out a little laugh, still grinning even as he wiped at his eyes. Impulse couldn’t help but take a step forward, worried for his friend.

 “Skizz?” Impulse asked, his tone very much showing off that worry.

 “Sorry.” Skizz’s laugh was wet this time. “I’m not really sure why I’m crying.” Skizz wiped away some more tears before he looked back up and met Jimmy’s gaze again, grinning even wider. “Looks like I’m not the only one though.”

 Jimmy blinked and reached up, feeling that his cheeks were wet. Oh. He laughed. He supposed meeting another borrower for the first time in 7 years really was getting to him. Jimmy wiped at his eyes and as he opened them again he realized Skizz had stepped closer. “Hey, I know we just met and all but…can I hug you?”

 Jimmy blinked, eyes wide at the request. But he couldn’t find it in himself to deny it. In fact, he wanted that hug too. Just as badly. “Y-Yeah.” Jimmy stuttered out and that was all Skizz needed before he closed the gap between them and surrounded Jimmy in a bear hug.

 And oh.

 Oh.

 Jimmy hadn’t hugged a person his size in so long. Hugs between him and Grian or Joel were nice, don’t get him wrong. He loved the way they had figured out how to hug. But it didn’t beat the way someone's arms would wrap around your body and squeeze you without the risk of it being too much. Jimmy lifted his hands and finally returned the hug, putting just as much force behind his squeeze as Skizz and burying his face into Skizz’s shoulder.

 He’d almost forgotten how this felt.

 He never wanted to forget again.

 It felt like they were standing there forever just holding each other and hugging but really it couldn’t have been more than a minute before they broke off the hug. Though as they separated, Skizz remained close, keeping a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. Jimmy couldn’t help but be thankful for the contact, the feeling grounding him.Their tears had all but dried though Jimmy still felt like he could start up again at any moment. 

 Skizz grinned at him and then turned back toward Impulse. “Dude! Are you seeing this?!” Skizz said and Impulse chuckled. His hands were now crossed in front of him as he looked down at Skizz fondly. Jimmy was reminded of the way Grian, Joel, or even Tango would look at him sometimes and smiled.

 “I am! I can’t believe we’re meeting another borrower.” Impulse said with a large grin and Jimmy could just tell how happy Impulse was for his friend.

 “I know, right!” Skizz said and then his eyes widened a bit, as if he suddenly realized something. He turned back to Jimmy, giving him a sheepish smile. “Geez, where are my manners? Sorry, it's been a while since I’ve met someone new. And by a while, I mean the last new person I met was this guy over here.” Skizz joked, motioning toward the human before continuing. “Anyways, I’m Skizz and that’s Impulse. What’s your name?”

 Jimmy smiled, of course he had already known their names, Impulse’s from his own friends, and Skizz’s from hearing it over the course of the last few minutes. But it was nice to have some proper introductions. “I’m Jimmy.” Jimmy said simply but with excitement still coursing through him. He still couldn’t believe there was another borrower in front of him.

 “Well, it’s nice to meet ya Jimmy! I gotta be honest, you’re taking all of this,” Skizz pointed back and forth between himself and Impulse. “A lot better than I thought another borrower would. I thought you’d at least have some questions.”

 “I mean, I do have some questions.” Jimmy said, looking between the two, almost following Skizz’s movements as he had pointed. Though he hadn’t seen a lot, he could already tell the two were really comfortable with one another. Which told Jimmy that they had to have known each other for quite a while already. “But like I was telling Impulse before, I’m pretty used to humans already.”

 Skizz blinked at that, his head tilting in confusion and his brows furrowed. “Wait, do you mean-” Skizz started but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. 

 Everyone froze as their eyes snapped over to the door, watching as Tango opened and closed the door behind him without actually looking into the room first. From what Jimmy could see, he was holding a plastic bag full of food. “Hey, sorry about that, it took a bit longer to get there than I-” Tango cut himself off and froze as he turned around and noticed that Impulse was in the room.

 Impulse very quickly and deliberately moved in front of Jimmy and Skizz in order to block Tango from seeing the two. Tango noticed this immediately since that was where he had left Jimmy before he had gone out. Tango cleared his throat, trying to smile despite his growing worry. “Hey Impy! I didn’t know you’d be back so soon…uh, whatcha doing on my side of the room?” His voice was a bit higher due to his nerves and he prayed Impulse didn’t notice.

 “Oh! Uh, just looking for my charger.” Impulse said, also hoping Tango wouldn’t notice how nervous he was. Both humans were terrible liars but fortunately, they were so worried about how they themselves were appearing, that neither noticed how bad the other was as well.

 Skizz used this opportunity to turn to Jimmy, his eyes determined as his grip on Jimmy’s shoulder shifted down to his wrist. “Come on, Impulse will keep Tango distracted while we hide.” Skizz whispered and then wasted no time in pulling Jimmy over to the edge of the nightstand. Jimmy blinked before pulling back and gently getting his wrist out of Skizz’s grip. Skizz stopped and looked at him, confused. “Jimmy? What are you doing? Impulse can only distract him for so long.”

 “No, it’s okay! Tango…Tango actually knows about me already.” Jimmy explained and watched as Skizz’s eyes went wide with shock. “But you go ahead. I understand if you don’t want another human knowing about you. I’ll wait until you're hidden to get Tango’s attention.”

 Skizz blinked and suddenly looked like he was in deep thought. His eyes went from Jimmy’s to Impulse’s, and then toward the direction he had been pulling Jimmy to, before finally he settled back onto Jimmy himself. He let out a small breath. “You trust Tango?”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened. He thought back toward the entirety of the last month, of him hanging out with Tango when he could and getting to know him better. The beginning might have been a little rough but Tango had saved him. And since then Tango had been nothing but kind and careful. Jimmy didn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, I do.”

 Skizz thought for another moment before nodding to himself. “Alright, then I won’t hide either.” He walked back so he was standing at Jimmy’s side once again.

 “Really?” Jimmy was a bit shocked at that. Sure, Skizz was friends with a human already but Jimmy was far too aware of just how nerve wracking it could still be to meet another one.

 “Well, if he’s got your approval then I don’t see why not.” He shrugged. “Besides, Tango has been Impulse’s roommate for, like, two years now. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about wanting to meet the guy.”

 Jimmy smiled. “You won’t regret it.”

 Skizz laughed. “I better not.” He joked and Jimmy chuckled before turning his attention back up toward the humans. 

 The two were still talking though from what Jimmy caught it was still the same nervous back and forth from when they had first started. Jimmy caught Skizz’ gaze once more and with one more nod from Skizz, Jimmy took in a deep breath and cupped his hands over his mouth. “Impulse! It’s okay, Tango is my friend!” Jimmy yelled up at them.

 The two humans froze, their eyes wide at each other as they processed what Jimmy had said. Impulse hesitated for a moment, looking back over his shoulder to see the two borrowers giving him a thumbs up. He was mostly surprised at Skizz also agreeing but he moved out of the way despite that, letting Tango see the two borrowers standing on his nightstand.

  Tango’s eyes widened as he looked back and forth between Jimmy and Skizz, his gaze occasionally going to Impulse as well. Jimmy could just see Tango’s mind racing a mile a minute as he tried to piece together what was going on. “J-Jimmy?”

 Jimmy smiled, though it came out more sheepish than he had intended. “Tango…I’d like you to meet Skizz.” Jimmy introduced and then looked at Skizz again, his eyes going soft. “He’s a borrower…like me.”

[winterbiite]

2hollis

wrote this for a friend !!!!!!!! sorry its not that long but BE GRATEFUL I WROTE IT aauuughhh

"sorry to come by so late," hollis smiled sheepishly, sliding off his shoes as he entered your apartment "just didn't wanna forget to get it, y'know."

you nodded, remembering last night. you, hollis, and some other friends were hanging out at your place when the boy had left his sweatshirt at your place. he texted you around late 9pm, and now it was 10 and here he was, blond hair messy and tousled, baggy sweats thrown on with a fitted, almost compression, white tee.

"i washed it for you." you said as you lead him further into your apartment, the piece of clothing lay on your couch, folded neatly. it felt a bit awkward to be with him alone, in your house, especially this late.

"that's so sweet of you, thanks," hollis looked down at you, causing your face to heat up. despite his intimidating appearance and aura, hollis was a pleasant person to be around, "your place smells nice." he felt a bit embarrassed as the words slipped out his mouth, realizing that it may sound weird for him to say.

you grinned at him, eyes trailing down to his long blond hair which hung down. "d'you wanna hangout for a little bit? you might as well since you're already here." you weren't going to take no for an answer. he'd made the trip, after all, and it was your pleasure to be hospitable to him.

"sure, that'd be great, actually." he slumped down on your couch as you made your way to your kitchen, the open style of your apartment providing him a view of your back as you opened a cupboard. his eyes lingered on you, legs manspread comfortably.

you fiddled with the lid to a bottle of vodka, planning to make a vodka-fanta for the two of you. you knew he enjoyed them because he had a few the last time you saw him, and you also happened to like them. you were close to getting it open before two hands suddenly came into view, pressing into the counter next to you, essentially pinning you where you were. your head quickly turned to the left, hollis right by your shoulder.

"need help?" he spoke just above a whisper, causing your eyes to widen and heart skip a beat. so his flirty jokes the other night weren't just jokes. you hadn't answered before he got the lid off with ease.

"hollis.." what were you supposed to say in this moment? that you were just friends? because did friends cause your core to become wet despite not even being touched?

"can i touch you? i really just need to feel your skin.." he admitted, and you nodded with a hum of approval. "i need to hear you say it." hollis wanted verbal conformation, and also just to hear your sweet voice again.

"yes- you can teach me, hollis.." you paused as he slid a hand under the hem of your shirt, feeling your bare skin at your waist area "please.." you whispered as his face lowered to your neck, the scent of your bodywash faint on your skin.

he could feel himself slowly letting go of the nice boy facade around you, his needy and dirtier side showing, but he wasn't anywhere near what he wanted to do, what he'd imaged doing. his lips grazed against your sensitive flesh, hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing it back and forth.

his long hair tickled your arms and neck and you fiddled with the ends of a strand of it, a whine escaping your dry throat.

he had you on your back on your own bed, legs spread with nothing but your shirt and panties on. he looked down at you, hair falling down and gracing your face gently.

"you got a hair tie?"

"on my nightstand" you looked to the side, his eyes following your gaze. he got up from pinning you, grabbing it before returning to look down at you. while maintaining eye contact he slid the hair tie between his teeth, holding it there as he gathered his long blond hair. once his locks were ready, he used the hair tie to put it into a bun, getting it out of the way. the sight only made you wetter, knowing he was teasing you.

hollis slid your panties down, lowering his face to your aching sex. he looked at you once more before he gave you a few gentle licks, not wanting to be rough with you. atleast not yet.

chills were sent through you as he sped up the pace of his licking, your whines and groans gaining volume. he alternated between swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and running it up and down, occasionally stopping to target your hole.

you rolled your hips, but he pressed you down with a hand on your abdomen as he got messier with it, letting himself go. when your thighs closed, he used his hand to pry them open, tied up hair occasionally brushing against your skin.

you placed a hand on his hair, pushing his face further down into you. his tongue was long and skilled, a deadly combo. you could feel his nose rub against you which only added to the stimulation, your dirty noises becoming more frequent.

"keep going, fuckkk.." you cried out. he'd been more gentle and slow in the beginning, but now he focused on giving you as much pleasure as possible, as this was something he'd dreamed of for too long now.

"yeahh, make a mess like that," his lips grazed your pussy as he spoke, tongue returning back for a few seconds before he spoke again "you're so beautiful.. 've always wanted this."

his hand slid up your thigh, fingers circling your entrance and rubbing against you, adding stimulation as his tongue continued lapping and eating you out hungrily. it didn't take much longer for you to reach your limit, loud whines and groans filling the room as you came down from your high. the sensation of his tied up hair against your thighs only made you crave him more.

"i need to feel you inside me" you watched as he slowly got up, looking down at you with lust in his eyes. this wasn't the same respectful and chill guy you'd hung out with the night before, his true colors were out.

"'gonna fuck you 'til the sun rises"

[urdreamgirlangel]

Choose yourself this time | It all starts from within ೋღ 🌺

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(Wrote this one to myself bc I have been stuck in a sort of rut which is why I started this blog and I am determined to get out of it. If you don't resonate with something i said, then it wasn't meant for you.)

How do you expect to be viewed a certain way when you don’t even consider yourself as such?

“I wanna be breathtakingly gorgeous,” but you’re always looking at yourself as ugly or unattractive, saying the worst things about yourself, thinking that someone could never choose you, not up to someone’s standard like girl you *are* the standard.

Even if you don’t believe it, you literally have the power to change your life just like that. No one is gonna do it for you. So you have two choices, sit there in the same position you’ve been complaining about or make the change.

If you’re willing to make the change, you have to acknowledge that your desires are meant for you, don’t try to force the process. Whenever I manifested consciously, I wasn’t obsessing over something. Obsessing over a desire is like going backward for most people. So to change it up, you could pick one thing you enjoy doing- journaling, visualizing, affirming, listening to subliminals and do that when you want to, not out of obligation. Hold the belief that whatever your desire is, is happening or will happen- whichever you feel more comfortable with.

For example, you want to manifest a group of friends, so you’d just belief that they’re already coming/there rather stressing over it. You don’t even have to believe. You can just tell yourself what you wanna hear or flip your thoughts.

You’re a person, too, don’t be mean to her.

Choose yourself this time.