#i really wish i had my benefits so i can get my body checked out | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

iheartmapi · 3 months ago

Text

My Kink Is Karma

(Yes I shamelessly stole the tile from Chappell, anyways first time writing for Alexia!)

Alexia Putellas x reader

Summary: You’re in Real Madrid, so it’s no surprise that you and Alexia despise each other. Your club is playing a match against Barça which ends in Real winning, afterwards you and Alexia have an exchange of nasty words…Alexia subtly insults you in an interwiew which infuriates you, not too soon later when you’re at a club with your teammates it just so happens that Alexia’s there too…

Enemies with benefits. (But not really)

TW: heavy making out, grinding (kind of), alcohol consumption, crude language.

Word summary: 2,924

“Wishing you the best, in the worst way.”

Hundreds of laughters and cheering filled your ears…you and your teammates were all smiling ear to ear, the reason was simple, you just got done with a match against Barça, and won, you were bursting from happiness, but knowing how mad and disappointed your long time enemy must be right now also rubbed off on you positively.

In fact you were quick to look across the pitch, searching for Alexia. Seeing her mad or down on her luck in general was a massive treat for your ego, and there she was…”La Reina”, you scoffed inside your mind as you thought of the nickname, in your eyes that woman was far away from a queen. She was so far away from where you were, but you could feel the rage heating up inside her from your place already. You grinned, as you saw Alexia glance at you as well, she then turned back to her teammates, telling them something, from her body language it seemed like she was complaining, but who cares?

Well, this was finished, time to get back to your locker rooms. You walked alongside your teammates gleefully, chatting with each other about the match. You entered the locker room…chatters and loud voices filled the room, most refreshed themselves a bit, splashing some cold water, washing their hands and etc.

After talking with your teammates you went to your locker…you pulled out your phone having to check something, mostly messages from close friends and family members questioning how you were..you grabbed your duffel bag, phone in hand as you headed out with the rest of the girls, at that moment you felt buzzing, surely it was a call from your mother. You told the girls you’d catch up with them and that you just had to answer…

It was a typical casual conversation, just your mom congratulating you..the typical motherly worry about how you’re doing…that kind of stuff.

You finally hanged up, having said bye to her, the corridor was empty, just as you turned your head in the exits direction you suddenly heard a scoff behind you, you turned back, and as your brain took in who it was a scowl immediately befall your lips. It was Alexia, looking uptight as ever.

“What do you want?” You snarled at the blonde woman “Me? Oh I just wanted to congratulate you on your win” she chuckled bitterly, you shook your head in disdain, noticing how Alexia was inching closer to you. “Honestly Putellas, you can take your congratulations and shove it up your ass” you chided, she frowned at the remark “So considerate of you, are you really that pretentious that you can’t take a simple damn congrats?” You raised your eyebrow at how she was trying to play this off “Like you’d ever want to congratulate me out of the goodness of your heart…I know damn well you’re probably trying to curse me or something”

Alexia was now at an arm’s length, it seemed like she got even more mad at that “Are you calling me a witch?” She asked with an eerie mad calmness in her voice, “Perhaps, I think it’s fitting, I’d change it to ‘la bruja’ instead” Alexia’s brows furrowed, she crossed her arms “Why do you have to act like such a little bitch all the time?” You scoffed at the sudden intensity of her words “I’m not being a little bitch” you argued, “Yes you are, you’re a goddamn brat, a child, I have no idea how you even got into Real Madrid in the first place, I guess they just take the first buffoons they can find-“ you cut in “Don’t you dare call me that! I swear to God someday I’ll…” Alexia looked down at you “Someday you’ll? Can’t even finish your sentence? You’re pathetic” she retaliated, “Look in the mirror before you start calling me names! Do you have no self respect?” You snapped back, Alexia leaned against the corridors wall “I’m sure I know way more about self respect than you do…who knows just what you guys get up to” she scowled at you, now…was she trying to suggest what you think? “You sound very intrested, don’t you think that’s a bit weird?” For a second you swear you saw a light rosy colour dust Alexia’s cheeks, but soon that damned scowl came back onto her face “No.” She simply stated “Quit the remarks, Y/n” she then added, “You started it” you just raised your shoulders, clearly she couldn’t find anything to say anymore, the rosy colour came back onto her face, now staying there “You’re amusing, you know that? And I don’t mean it in a positive way” you rolled your eyes “Whatever you say, I don’t have time for this Alexia” and that’s how you ended the conversation abruptly before storming towards the exit, when Alexia was nowhere in sight anymore you started fuming, just who the hell did that women think she was? And what was it with that peculiar remark about what you “got up to”? Oh, who the hell cares…you weren’t going to let her plague your mind now.

That same evening, you and the girls from your team decided to go out to celebrate your victory at a club, your group was sitting in a car on your way to the club, you were feeling much better now, more at ease, now having forgotten about the accident with Alexia from earlier, that blonde pest wasn’t going to haunt you when you were trying to have some fun…and that’s the mindset you had at the moment, carefree and happy…but nothing lasts forever.

Your team friend had poked your arm, wanting to show you something important. “You haven’t seen this?” She said as she pulled out her phone and typed something in, she then brought it to you so that you could see…a video started playing, it looked like an interview, but with who? That question was quickly answered as no one else but Alexia fucking Putellas appeared on the screen, you frowned…why was your friend showing you this? After all EVERYONE knew you and Alexia were like a cat and a dog, you despised each other and didn’t care to hide it.

“So Alexia tell us…what happened between you and Y/n Y/l/n after the match? We heard people tell us that some heated words were exchanged between the two of you”

You saw Alexia smile and chuckle

“Oh me and Y/n? I can assure you all that nothing bad happened, we talked, yes…but I’m sure it’s just the adrenaline from a won match that spoke through her at that moment…we all know how young people are”

And with that your teammate pulled her phone back, turning it off. She looked at you, wanting to hear your opinion on this…inside you were RAGING after hearing that stupid subtle jab at you. “So she called you irrational basically” your teammate said “Yeah I got that” you answered, and then gulped trying to keep your emotions in place, “I think she’s just annoyed she didn’t win…and now she’s trying to get at me…it’ll pass” you added with a put on smile, you still couldn’t believe she had the sheer audacity, what a bitter woman that blonde was.

Some time later, you’ve made it to the club, now your mindset was kind of cranky from watching that interview…like your happiness was some fruit that was left untouched for too long and started rotting, but the cause for your rotting was the devil incarnate herself…You guessed you were just going to try to drink your problem away and have some fun FINALLY at last.

Your team kind of split, some girls going onto the dance floor, some to drink, some to talk at a completely different part of the club…you sat at one of the lounge couches alongside some of your teammates that stayed there..you excused yourself, wanting to get a drink for yourself.

The exact moment you stood up…you spotted something weird, was that…no it couldn’t be, but it was! Barça! Here at the SAME club your team went to…this had to be a joke, because you’ve never experienced fate playing with you SO much like right now..you shook your head, you definitely needed alcohol to ease yourself from this.

You quite literally stormed away towards the bar…you sat down at one of the velvet stool chairs, telling the bartender what you wanted and sighing as you held your head in your hands, you felt your happiness falling into pieces, becoming ruins of what used to be so great..

You got your drink and started drinking your sorrows away..you felt as if anything could go to shit at any moment knowing Alexia was here. And even though it was very touché, the worst happened.

“So you’re following me, eh?”

You blinked, once, twice, thrice- that cursed voice…you turned your head to look at the “stranger” who just spoke to you, and of course it couldn’t be anyone but Alexia…You laughed, laughed in pure pity for yourself “If I wanted to stalk someone, it surely wouldn’t be you” you retorted, Alexia smirked at your passive aggressive tone “So cruel as always”

The two of you sat there, you didn’t even feel uncomfortable, you kind of accepted the fact that she was here…”What are you even doing here?” Alexia began, weirdly this time her tone seemed to have no malice behind it, and so you answered truthfully “Well WE were going to celebrate this win tonight…and uh, you?” Alexia drummed her fingers alongside the bars counters, “It’s my birthday today”

You were almost tempted to wish her a happy birthday, but then you were reminded that “oh yeah this is my enemy” so you just answered with a simple “Oh”

“Tell me something, Y/n” you were prepared for some mean joke about you or something else of that nature “Are you perhaps loosened up from the alcohol enough for…” Alexia paused for dramatic effect “dancing?” You looked at her curiously “Dancing? I’m afraid there’s no one for me to dance with” you answered, “I want you to dance with me, then” she wanted…what? Your eyes widened “What? Haha funny…” she was probably only teasing you “Nope, I mean it” she confirmed her true intentions “let’s dance” dancing with your enemy? It was like something taken out of some cheap enemies to lovers romance book “Seriously?” You continued, being baffled by her “For Christ’s sake Y/n, I don’t have all the time in the world for you to constantly ask me that” the blond grabbed your arm, not too tightly thankfully, and pulling you after her.

Was this a dream? If it was then it made no sense at all…here you were, about to dance with her out of all people? Alexia moved gracefully through the crowd, it was almost enchanting to watch as she passed through the clubbers to get to the dance floor…

When she finally found a spot she thought of as good enough she turned around to face you again.

The look on Alexia’s face was one you’ve never seen before…she seemed almost determined to achieve something, but you didn’t know what. You felt as if time froze around the two of you, then Alexia started moving, this side of her was so…shocking to see (at least to you) she was like a beautiful siren singing it’s haunting song trying to lure in sailors, and in this case, you were the sailor for sure. She had this grace to her moves, she wasn’t trashy, not kitschy and her dancing almost seemed theatrical..

You knew you couldn’t stand there like a stick the entire time…so even though you moved a bit awkwardly due to her sudden outburst you did it anyway.

You felt Alexia’s hands creeping onto your shoulders, she wanted to connect this “performance” with you, honestly? You felt like a teenage boy seeing a playboy magazine for the first time ever. Your hands went to her waist after a short thought process, it felt as if each and every one of your grey cells dissolved though.

This wasn’t your first rodeo, sure you’ve been with women before, you’ve hugged women, kissed them, did a lot of other stuff with them…so what was diffrent about Alexia? Why did she make you feel this way even though you hated her guts?

So many questions, and so little time to answer them. Alexia suddenly twirled you around pressing your back to her chest, your heartbeats were as fast as a racing car when you felt her warm breath on your neck, people could see, for fucks sake your teammates could see- but for some reason you didn’t care at all…

You raised your hands to where Alexia was resting her own on your shoulders, lacing them together, Alexia must’ve received this gesture as some kind of agreement, as you felt her lips suddenly grazing your neck and shoulder…but key word; grazing. Did she want you to burn up from being flustered?

Alexia leaned in towards your ear, whispering in a low voice “follow me” with that her hand left you completely, Alexia stepped away, looking behind herself to make sure you were indeed following her, and you were…it’s like she hypnotised you. The same you from earlier this day when the two of you argued in that corridor would’ve scoffed at even thinking about you and Alexia in an intimate setting…yet here you were.

Surely it was made clear to you that she was making you follow her to the restroom, one could definitely imagine what two people

going together to a restroom in a club meant, you only hoped that it was empty right now…

When you two reached the door, Alexia grasped your hand firmly again, she pulled you in, it was almost as if she was getting impatient…it's easy to guess that once inside, Alexia pulled you into one of the stalls.

She locked the door, the plus of these stalls was that they were at least the kind which walls went down all the way, from the celling to the floor, no gaps.

the lightning was dim, but you could see the intensity burning in Alexia's eyes like two big campfires..

Her hands flew to your face, precise fingers gripping your jaw. She tilted it slightly…there was an exchange of glances, slowly you felt the heat of the moment overtaking you completely, Alexia’s eyes crashed onto yours, but when using the word “crashed” one shouldn’t thinking of cars colliding onto one another…it was rather like two swans instead of cars. Her lips moved against yours, she tasted sweet, you could taste the remnants of some fruity drink unknown to you, as her hands were busy with holding your jaw, yours went to her shoulders, as your kissed as if your lips were two dancers..your hands eventually ended up moving down to her waist, caressing wherever you could in the moment

You pulled Alexia even closer to you, your bodies now touching, the need to have her close to you was beyond of your comprehension…her touch, lips, body, hands…everything, was like a soothing balm to whatever pain was deep inside you.

The blonde groaned into the kiss, your bodies now following the movement of your lips and moving against each other as well, arousal was rising higher and higher, eventually Alexia pulled away for a moment…catching her breath, you could see her lips looking bruised from the kissing, they were like fresh strawberries…”I need you” you whispered desperately..and so the two of you got back to it again. The air in this fun-sized cabin was getting hotter and hotter, Alexia’s hands started moving freely, she was combing them through your hair, and you gripped her hips like a vice..it was crazy, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before…just as you thought you were going to explode you felt her hands moving down your abdomen, the woman you hated was doing all of this to you, and you loved it.

The stall’s lock moved, first, you came out then Alexia behind you, thankfully there was no one else but the two of you in the restroom right now, the two of you came up to the mirrors, you splashed some cold water on your face whilst Alexia took care of refreshing herself on her own, your hair was a bit disheveled. A weird calming silence hanged between the two of you, only the sound of rustling and water could be heard, outside of the pumping bass that reached even the bathroom of course…

You stood in front of the mirror, you turned your head looking at Alexia who was trying to make her hair look presentable. You took a breath

“Happy birthday Alexia” you said in a calm voice

She turned to you, a tiny bit surprised before the smallest of smiles graced her face “Thanks”

It was kind of weird to talk to her now after the whole stall thing…”Uh..I’m sorry for insulting you…many times at that” you started, Alexia shook her head “Don’t worry Y/n, I’m sorry..for being an asshole so many times” you smiled at her apology

“So we’re good?” One last time, you had to ask her this and end this conversation

“Yeah, we’re good” Alexia answered simply

And so the two of you left the bathroom, you said bye to each other before going off in diffrent directions of the club. After all…you had to get back to your clubs.

(Big thanks to @kshvue099 again)

#mapi leon x reader #barca femeni x reader #woso x reader #mapi leon #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #wlw #wlw love #woso fanfics #fanfic #la reina #barca women #visca barca #enemies to lovers #woso appreciation #woso community #woso soccer #woso #woso imagine

394 notes · View notes

apollodeath · 1 year ago

Text

Come over.

Summary: you and König have been FWB for a while and he’s back from a 6 month deployment and he wants you over. Now.

A/N: I made this in 2 hours and did not re-read… so, there’s probably mess ups. I apologize. I just wanted to post/write something smut filled. I can’t get König off my mind. So I wanted to just cave and write a one shot of him. Also written to the song “inside friend” by Leon Bridges ft. John Mayer.

MDNI 18+

Warnings/content warnings: size kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of wounds/scars from battle. Reader is referred to as You, love and Maus but mentions of pussy and breasts. If I forgot anything I’m so sorry.

Reader = purple

König = green

— ⋆ ⋆ ¤⋆ ⋆—

You sat at work bored scrolling on your phone. Since it was so cold out your shop didn’t get many customers. A text pops up and your eyes flicker to it then back taking a double take.

Your notification reads:

[König 💦]

A text from him surprised you cause last time you heard from him was 6 months ago. When he went on deployment. He was predictable and persistent which is why you liked being his… friend with benefits. His inside friend.

You feel your body heat up when you read his text.

[König 💦]

— hey. you think you could come over?

— I’m back.

You smirk at your phone texting back with the feeling of eagerness building. You hate to admit after König left you kinda just stuck to yourself not really interested in a partner or hooking up. Your hands could satisfy you, not as great as König but they worked.

[König 💦]

— hey. you think you could come over?

— I’m back.

— Hey yeah I can. Same time as before?

You placed your phone away once customers came in.

Time passed slowly now that you had König on your mind. The last time you saw him he was was slow and patient, taking his time to engulf you in his body, to devour slowly, he was moving so slow then, it felt like it took days for him to actually push into you.

You sit on your chair behind the counter feeling your pussy pulse to the thought.

He was fresh out of the shower and he started by simply kissing you. You went home around 5am that day and he went to the airport around the same time. You remember thinking you’d really miss him if he didn’t come back.

A buzz on your phone makes you check and knock your memories away.

[König 💦]

— I’m back.

— Hey yeah I can. Same time as before?

— of course. 7pm.

You go to text back when another text comes in.

[König 💦]

— Hey yeah I can. Same time as before?

— of course. 7pm.

— if you can come more soon faster. that would be best. I need you.

His texts were sometimes out of place. He didn’t know English well enough to text but in person he knows enough. Still his words ‘I need you.’ Literally made you a puddle in your seat.

You look at the time and it reads [3:37pm] you begin to think:

If no one shows up and it hits 4pm you were closing the shop and heading over.the perks of being your own boss. For the first time since opening your own shop you beg the world at this moment that no one comes in.

The world grants your wish and you rush to close up once your clock shows the correct time. You grab your jacket rushing home to shower.

Once you get back on the road to König’s apartment you feel your nervous energy turning to desire and hotness.

You text him:

[König 💦]

— of course. 7pm.

— if you can come more soon faster. that would be best. I need you.

— Omw. I need you too.

You flirt back and smile hearing your phone go off seconds after hitting send.

[König 💦]

— if you can come more soon faster. that would be best. I need you.

— Omw. I need you too.

— god. I’m already getting hard.

You smirk and text back while you’re stopped at a red light.

[König 💦]

best. I need you.

— Omw. I need you too.

—god. I’m already getting hard.

— Aww. I wanted you to get hard in my mouth.

You teased and started driving once again hearing your phone buzz a few times as you pulled up outside the apartment building.

[König 💦]

— god. I’m already getting hard.

— Aww. I wanted you to get hard in my mouth.

— Scheiße

— fuck*

You bit your bottom lip knowing he craved you the way you craved him. You get out of the car and go up to his apartment on the 5th floor. You breath in and out before knocking. You’re surprised at how fast he was to swing open the door. It’s like he was waiting by it. You laugh a little.

“Come in mein süßer Freund” he’s wearing some of his gear-like clothes. His sniper hood on, of course. It’s what peaked your interest when you fist met König in a library one day.

You walk in while König closes the door behind you, slowly looking around you see unpacked luggage by the couch.

“I hope it’s not to warm in here.” His voice makes you turn to look at him, you can tell he’s a little nervous like he used to be when you first met him; his eyes trace you like a feral dogs just smelt another dog in heat.

“It’s been awhile…” you spoke softly trying to break the tension.

“Can we skip that part?” he spoke just as gentle but more his bedroom voice. You knew the difference all too well. You nod in agreement stripping your sweater off exposing your chest to him.

“Welcome home?” You say with a soft blush spreading over your cheeks and chest. König’s apartment was heated perfectly for the winter outside but yet your body still had chills making your nipples rise.

He takes no time walking up to you lifting his hood over his lips locking his with yours, quickly grabbing your chest in both his hands kneading them placing your nipples between his fingers knuckles every knead slightly pitching them.

He was so sloppy and needy with his kisses, his hand movements were almost painful with how needy he is. You didn’t realise your own neediness until now. He made you whimper from these touches. He then wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you against his hips; through your leggings/sweater you felt his hard cock pressing against your tummy. His height was so dramatic his cock was above your waist it made you smirk and let a little giggle out.

König stopped the kissing to look at you.

“What meine liebe?” He asked slowly unzipping his pants.

“I think I forgot how tall you were.” You giggle a little again. König chuckles.

“I think I forgot how small you were, Maus”

You blush looking away then glancing at his bedroom down the hallway.

“I’ll take you there.” He reached over grabbing you and picking you up over his shoulder like a cave man had just gotten a fresh kill. It made you laugh.

“I think I also forgot how strong you are” you added as a joke. Saying all these ‘I think I forgot’s made him laugh. König placed you on your back on the tall, large bed. When you first came over to his apartment you realized that his bed came off the ground higher than most beds, when you sat on the edge your feet didn’t touch the ground. König looked at you from his standing position at the edge, he stripped his pants down along with his underwear then pulling his shirt off. You laid on your back just watching him. Admiring him. His cock stood curved at attention. He had a new scar you noticed; it was healed but fresher than the others. It looked like a jagged…maybe a bullet wound? On his upper chest almost shoulder. König noticed and shook his head.

“Don’t ask.” He grabbed your ankles pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. You nodded in agreement.

König took your leggings and panties in his hands pulling them down.

“Lift.” He said softly and you lifted your hips helping him pull them off. He breathed in and out taking you in, fully nude, laying on your back with your legs bent exposing yourself to him.

You felt yourself already leaking with excitement. It was the drive that felt like foreplay. He takes his cock in one hand placing the other on your mound placing his thumb softly on your clit swiveling it. His breath is heavy already just at seeing your body’s reactions to his thumb rubbing over your sensitive clit, lifting your hips to his touch, your legs spread more ready to take him whole. He guides his cock into you pushing in just quick enough to stretch you with a slight sting, it’s instantly replaced with pleasure making your head fall back into the bed. He glides in so easy your velvety, wet, warm pussy is sucking him in.

“I think I forgot how wet you get.” He stated through gritted teeth his voice dipped in pleasure. He tried to joke but the moment was all too serious to remember to try and sound like he was joking. He felt his stress melt off his shoulders as his cock twitches in you.

König starts thrusting short, hard patterns only taking his cock out 2 inches at most leaving the leftover 5 inches as he ruts his hips against yours.

His hands grab your hips tightly and you bite your lip hard feeling immense pleasure from this, his cock’s curve is just right to rub on the inside making you moan out his name and anything else that’ll come out.

König is whimpering/grunting at each thrust. His back is curled in. His face is above yours. You take this opportunity to reach out to his face mask suddenly he stops and his hand is around your wrist tightly.

“Don’t.”

“I just wanted.. another kiss…” you try catching your breath from everything. He slightly put fear in you but you understood his own fear of his mask coming off.

He nodded understanding now, he let your wrist go and picked you up pushing you to the center of the bed and crawled on, never disconnecting you two.

König leaned down lifting his mask up placing his hot mouth on yours, kissing you deeply and slipping his tongue in guiding your own tongue around his. He began moving his hips again at a slow pace softly gaining speed. You wrapped your legs around his waist pushing him in deeper and he broke the kiss to place his head between your neck and shoulder to then wrap his arms around you and got a steady position to start jack hammering in you. The bed began to thump the wall and the sound of moans and wet, warm skin colliding over and over filled the room. König’s hot breath on your neck felt like fire in the best ways possible. You arched your back feeling yourself building your climax.

“Tell me… M-Maus did you fantasize about me.” He asked through thrusts his voice shaky from his movements.

“Yes, I did!” You answered honestly on the brink of tears from how good the pleasure felt. How much you missed this. Missed him.

“Did you fuck anyone else?” He asked biting at your neck.

“No. No I-I knew know one could… oh god, fuck me like you.” You scratched at his back holding on to reality as best as you could.

“Good girl, good Maus.” He panted into your ear.

König places his hands once more on your hips steadying you to thrust in at a better angle.

Looking down for a minute watching your two bodies connect with the wet sloshing sound. His eyes are closed as he tries holding back his own orgasm. He looks up with half lidded eyes from under the mask and you can tell he’s just drunk off the feeling. His thrusts are becoming sloppy and twitchy as his legs are trying to lock in a flexed position.

“Cum for me.” You say softly with whimpers. His eyes roll back and head tilts back but he keeps going.

“I-i-…. I..” he can’t remember what the words are in English so he just shakes his head ‘no’

“Nein, ich möchte es noch nicht. Ich will dich mehr ficken” he grunts out even tho you don’t know any German somehow you knew what he wanted.

Translation: No, I don't want it yet. I want to fuck you more

König slows his thrusts to a soft pace sitting up on his knees more. He grabs you pulling you up to sit on his lap. You hiss at the sharp new angle of his cock piercing you. He reads your expression and lift you up slightly and starts to rut his hips up into you. You throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him in as you arch your back making your chest squeeze against him. König takes his arm and latches it around your waist to help lift you up and down his length like his own personal fuck toy; taking his other hand and placing it in your hair softly tugging not to hard just something to grab.

“Just like that” he breaths out.

“I’m gonna cum” you whimper out feeling yourself leaking slowly on to his lap. König can feel your warm liquid trailing down his balls and lap.

“Cum f’me Maus bitte, bitte please cum, cum bitte” he’s begging to feel you pulse on his hard cock. His words alone are enough to make you orgasm, you cling to him as your body shakes and your walls tighten around him. König can feel every squeeze of your walls milking his hard cock, it takes strength not to cum right away but he’s losing the battle.

König grabs your hips and pushes you all the way down his length to sit at his base. Your orgasm made you make a mess on him and the bed underneath. König felt just how feral that made him as he gripped you tighter and starts filling you with his own cum. You look at him and his eyes are shut tight and his grip on you is so tight you swear you can feel both of your heart beats in your body. You whimper some more feeling him inside twitch and pour stream in you.

“That’s it… that’s it König.. cum for me” he opens his eyes catching his breath, nodding yes.

“That-that felt um, uh…” he smiles and shakes his head laughing slightly “uh great? Good? Very good.” He chuckles you nod laughing a little yourself.

He slowly helps you raise off of him and lay back feeling your legs still weak and shaky. He crawls to your side flopping on the bed still catching his breath. You let your eyes close just soaking in the feeling. You feel him roll over then back onto his back.

“It’s only seven thirty…” he whispers. You look over to him and König has his eyes set on you.

“I have all night.” You state.

“I have until next week Tuesday.” He says teasingly. You giggle at him.

“Are you saying you want to cum again?” You tease rolling to your side taking your hand and placing it on his hot chest.

“And again and again…” he adds with a smirk you can hear on his lips. He’s always been a 2 rounds kind of guy. Rarely a 3 rounder.

“Take what you want.” you whisper trailing your hand down his body König stopping you at his waist.

“You said you wanted to feel me get hard in your mouth…”

— ⋆ ⋆ ¤⋆ ⋆—

a/n: I hope it’s good. Sorry about the ending just fading out I had no idea how to end this. I loved writing about König messing up English lol I hope the text portion wasn’t to confusing. Sorry for any typos again.

923 notes · View notes

tthatsonme · 2 months ago

Text

I wish u roses, by molly.

This is not unisex!! Can be used by MTF + this is lgbtq friendly.

— You’re pure temptation to everyone that you meet, most people know that they should probably steer clear of you before they want you too much. Obviously, you can’t attract anyone that you don’t want, but that doesn’t mean that half of the population of the gender you’re attracted to doesn’t want you, you’re truly too attractive for this world, people wonder if you’re either an angel that fell from heaven or a siren that traded her tail for legs and is now living as a human woman in disguise. They may never know. You have the same sex appeal as the songs Angel and Fue Mejor by Kali Uchis, So high and Streets by Doja Cat. You have the same amount of sex appeal as Margot Robbie, Ana de Armas, Alexa Demie, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, SZA, Angelina Jolie, and Sydney Sweeney. Even though you’re as equally sexy as them, you’re mainly interested in sensuality over sexuality, you don’t need to be nude to be attractive your face was enough in the first place.

— You’re as sensually attractive as Sade and Alexa Demie, you’ve mastered the art of sensuality, you’re the embodiment of the songs Like a Tattoo by Sade and Leopard Limo by Alexa Demie, you’re like my “Leopard Limo” subliminal come to life, you’re everyone’s type even if they don’t think you are, everyone wants you in some way, you’re the dream girl of anyone who lays eyes on you, whenever someone dreams of a nice girlfriend or wife they immediately think of you, people always associate you with sugar and honey because of how visually and physically sweet you are, you’re the definition of “eye candy”. The Kardashians WISHED that they had the same amount of influence that you do, you’re constantly influencing people because they want to be just like you, you don’t necessarily make people “jealous” but they may be a little bit envious of you. You don’t care that people copy you anymore because why wouldn’t they? Someone like you (someone who’s not a basic b) is bound to set a trend for two.

— You’re like the perfect mixture of Alexa and Maddy, on one hand you’re sweet and peaceful but on the other you’re overly confident and a “c*nty bad bitch” as they say + you hold as much influence on others as they do. You basically run the school that you go to, it’s like you’re mysterious yet popular, every time you walk into school it’s like a slow motion scene of the hot girl walking in in a 2000s movie, everyday is like one of those scenes. Everyone can’t help but stop and stare and check you out, people genuinely fw your confidence, your confidence is always through the roof, you could walk through a huge group of boys and remain unfazed. Kind of embarrassing, but people really are doing the most just to get you to look at them, they don’t even care what they have to do to get your attention, they’re at a point where they’re making a complete fool out of themselves just to make you smile. A very small but important detail about you is that you’re completely immune to peaking in high school or college whatever you’re in if you’re still in school that is, you’re completely immune to being social unaware or socially awkward, one of the many things that people love about you is your quick responses, people love your personality and how you’re so good at talking to people.

— Your face is physical perfection, whatever you don’t like about you face is now being changed permanently. Your face and bones are being forcefully shaped and morphed to become whatever you desire + all of the benefits from Opia’s desiredful 1 and 2 (body affirmations looped twice). And personal affirmations for desired, long, thick and beautiful hair, hair type, pattern, thickness, and colour. Your hair turns into a 1A hair type/texture whenever you straighten/flat iron it + it moves, looks, and feels like natural 1A hair.

#beauty #subliminals #manifestation #subliminalbenefits

32 notes · View notes

ghostaholics · 2 years ago

Text

ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ

Pairing: Johnny MacTavish x fem!Reader Warning(s): [ 18 + only ] friends-with-benefits (incoming); implied reverse sunshine/grumpy trope; mentions of sex (w/ dom and sub vibes but like it’s subtext; pining (mutual); religious imagery; angst (?); not much plot while Johnny is clowning around the entire time; I could not explain to you why reader is in a constant state of distress lmao Summary: Johnny thinks a FWB relationship would be good A/N: there will be a follow up; (I made Johnny sound incredibly Scottish?? I dialed it back in various parts for easier reading if you notice inconsistencies) - I tried to get this out as my winter break is ending soon, so sorry for the rushed intro and ending (I’ll come back to fix it after the term) Word Count: 2.7k Translations: [know/ken] [I'm/ahm] [don't/dinnae] [of/o'] [you/ye] [your/yer] [for/fer] [mom/mam] [can't/cannae]

He's an unwavering fixture in your life, a constant that you can depend on; you know that he's always been waiting at the end of your warpath for you in that special way where he can absorb every negative emotion without a second thought.

You’d asked Johnny to spar with you – a terrible decision on your part as you’re now suffering the consequences. He manages to do another take down maneuver that has you slammed onto the ground, your back colliding with the hard surface. It tears the breath out of your lungs.

His voice is low and teasing in your ear, a rough timbre that melts you from the inside out. "Tap out."

You're panting, gasping for air as best you can after being winded from his throw. Still, you show snark in the face of defeat. "Fuck you."

The accent is there. "C'mon hen. You really wan' tae keep this up?"

It is several more moments of him cutting off your air supply before you slap the floor in frustration. It only stokes the annoyance in you further.

He rolls over onto the mat, collapsing onto his back next to you. "Solid work. Gonna have bruises in the morning. Two-fer-o, but—"

“Let's go again.” Your body is sore and aching with a promise of further pain. It’s not enough, especially when you can feel all of the pent-up frustration and disappointment that’s followed you off the field. You wish that it had stayed behind, but you still carry it with despite your best attempts to shake it off.

He turns his face towards you. Sweat dots his temple. He appraises you for a second before he shaking his head. His mouth curls down into an expression of displeasure. “Nah, we're done for the day."

You, decidedly, do not agree with this.

You don't think, only react. Maybe you can catch him off guard. It's undignified, but you do it anyway. You need a win after these past few months, no matter how small and dirty. You swing your body, exploiting the momentum to pinch him into a headlock.

He's quick to act though, expertly avoiding your ambush. A flurry of movement – Johnny lays you out with brutal efficiency.

It's infuriating.

You huff out your annoyance, less than pleased at this turn of events.

He's straddling you, weathered and calloused hands on your skin. Thick fingers curl around your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. He leans in closer, the weight of his body pressing into yours. "Behave," he admonishes.

A wave of heat draws into your limbs at the command.

You instead, settle for narrowing your eyes at him.

"Thas' three, by the way,” he says around a smug grin. "But whose keepin' count, right?"

"Ready tae tell me what's got you so worked up?"

“What makes you think something’s bothering me?”

“Everybody and their mam’s noticed, hen. You’re not exactly doin' a great job o’ keepin' it under wraps. Hell, you were so strung out on the plane ride, I had to make sure ye didn’t accidentally take home a giant rod up the arse once we landed.”

“Did you just admit to checking me out?”

He did linger a few metres back after deboarding.

Johnny gives you a pointed look. “It was with your best interests in mind, bonnie,” he says solemnly. “Like wan o' those welfare checks. Just bein' a good mate and all that.”

“Thanks for your service,” you say dryly.

He’s a natural flirt at heart, a sweet talker to boot. It’s how he wormed his way into your life in the first place with nothing but boyish charm and megawatt smiles. He’s trouble, and the kind of personality that you never took seriously because for all intents and purposes, he did it with everyone.

“I hate tae be the one tae tell you the bad news, but you’ve also got this… face or somethin’”

“What face?”

“Like whenever my mam bitched at me fer forgettin’ my cleats an she had to swing by the pitch to drop ‘em off.”

“Johnny!”

“Tha's it – tha’s the one. God, you sound jus' like her, too. If I close my eyes, feels like ‘m right back home and she’s chasin’ me around with her broom.”

“I should’ve left you behind in Frankfurt.”

“Funny enough, she said somethin' similar when I was eight. Swear on my life. Now tha' one’s a good story.”

"Come back to my room." The offer is innocent. It's a familiar pattern, practiced enough times that you know the routine by heart now: side-by-side, leaning up against his headboard; third party – the company of an Ardbeg passed between the two of you like clockwork as he does his best to put your mind off of whatever circumstances have you in a piss-poor mood. The effort is always endearing. He tries so hard, the least you can do is pay attention. And you do, closely — so much that you've got the image committed to memory. He’s got permanent residence in that faraway corner of your head where all good things stay safe.

The other parts, you remember too well – ones that he doesn't know about himself. You can't help but notice the little details; they would have to be ripped from your brain for you to forget.

bright blue eyes, glassy and crinkling at the corners when's he had too much to drink and starts laughing at his own jokes

the smell of Scotch on his breath, vanilla and caramel and smoky, spiked with the spearmint from his gum that he chews throughout the day

moonlight, how it blooms across the profile of his face and shines on the scar engraved into his chin (got it because he saved your life and that was his penance – “How’s it look, bonnie? How’s it look?”)

his smile, magnetic and disarming – it draws you in, lowers your defenses and sways you into returning one that matches his own

when he speaks, it's a husky voice, wrapping around you like a blanket, lulls you to sleep as he regales you with all the ways he was a shite-stirrer as a lad and you inevitably drift off

It’s a fever dream, every time – a warm and pleasant haze that washes over you and heats your insides.

And it should not, will not ever happen again.

At least, not after last night, when you'd narrowly avoided the colossal mistake of leaning in and almost kissing him. He might've been too far gone to realize it – you're not sure. But you caught yourself, and that was enough grounds to put a stop to this whole thing.

"Need to ease up on the drinking. With the way we're going, I'll probably die from liver disease before I catch another bullet in the shoulder."

He lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, an action that reveals the hard planes carved into his lower abdomen from years in the military. A happy trail disappears down into the lining of his cargo trousers – something that you dutifully try to ignore. “Know wha' I think y’need?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You cross the space to grab your towel off the bench. You’re not all that interested in hearing what bright ideas he has to offer anymore, but you decide to humor him anyways. “What?”

“A good shag.”

Your head snaps back in his direction. “Oh my god, could you be less crude?”

His laughter echoes across the room. He thinks he's so fucking hilarious.

You hurl the towel in his direction. “Piss off, Soap!”

To your disappointment, he catches it – stupidly brilliant reaction time – before depositing it on his shoulder with relative ease. Johnny's looking quite chuffed with himself. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “When’s the last time you got one in?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Ah dinnae ken,” he says with skepticism. “Wi’ the way your hand-to-hand is, ‘m fully confident my arse is safe for now.”

You let out a low growl of frustration.

He keeps spurring you on. And Johnny, of course, brings up, “Was it March 18? Swear tha’ was the only time I’ve ever seen you in high spirits without my help.”

Your face burns with indignation.

Bastard.

His mouth curves into a devilish grin. He's looking positively thrilled with this newfound discovery. "’M right, aren't I?"

Your brain stalls as you try to come up with a lie, but the silence is more than telling about your circumstances.

His laughter has died down by ten-fold, but there's still a commiserating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tips his head in sympathy, like he's grieving a loss. "Oh, hen..."

You wait for the ground to open up and swallow you whole; it never comes. "Not another fucking word, Johnny."

So anyhow, he can’t bite back his opinions on the matter; he's relentless – too persistent for his own good. He takes a few steps forward, ready to put a hand on your shoulder in consolation. He's never had much consideration for personal space, always the touchy-feely type to throw an arm around you while walking into base after a good op, or drawing you into a hug when he knows you’re feeling down. The expression on your face must have him reconsider his decision, because he wisely stops in his tracks. "Look, it's nothin' t' be ashamed about. You’re sexually frustrated.”

"This conversation is over."

It's a fruitless endeavor. Whatever hope you've held about him dropping the subject is reduced to ashes.

"Jus' a bit o' a dry spell," he carries on – the primary objective is to inflict misery on you. Johnny takes it all in stride, now acting impervious to how much you want to curl up and die. He brings up your sex life as if it's as casual as talking about the bloody weather. "No wonder yer wound up so tight, though. Haven' had the company of a nice bloke in ages —"

You're utterly mortified. You cast your eyes to the ceiling, hoping for some sort of god to strike you down. It would be a merciful death. However, the plea goes unanswered, much to your chagrin. "I'm in hell," you say to yourself in disbelief. "I'm actually in hell right now—"

He continues, paying no mind to the internal crisis that you're suffering at the moment. "Got loads o' friends tha' I think you'd get along wi'. Have plenty o' them on speed dial."

"I'm doing perfectly fine on my own, thank you."

His eyes cut to yours. "I mean, judgin' from how strung out you always are, I'd say tha' whate'er you’re doin' isn' workin' so well. You sure you’re gettin' yourself off alright?”

You almost choke. "Jesus fucking Christ, that's not what I meant. I don't need you to set me up with anybody."

"Alright, hen. I’m hearin' ye loud and clear."

"Finally.”

“It’s just—”

“Johnny…”

"Can I say my piece?”

"For God's sake," you mutter.

He looks at you expectantly.

You gesture to him with an impatient wave of your hand.

“‘M sorry for giving you a hard time. Jus' have trouble believin’ tha’… well, y’know.”

“It’s opportunity. I’m not interested in spending leave with the company of strangers,” you explain. “And I don't exactly have many options on base – nevermind the fact that I'm spending every night slumming it with you."

He snorts at the last revelation.

You roll your eyes at him. You shoot him a look that says, Am I wrong?

“So ye haven’ asked Price or the L.t yet, then? They don’t seem like the relationship type. I think they’d do right by you.”

You give him a flat look.

He grins.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Couldnae help myself, hen. You know me.”

"Keep pulling my chain. See where it gets you."

He studies you for a beat. It’s an awfully long time for him to be thinking about this.

You wonder what his next daft comment will be.

It’s even more stupid than you expect.

“And so you thought about what would happen if you asked me?”

Idiotic, because yes, you've poured over it again and again. There are some lines that you simply shouldn't cross. You’re not entirely aware what your expression is – shock, annoyance? Both?

Either way, Johnny notices. "Don’t give me that look. It's a fair question," he supplies.

You turn your nose up at him, ambivalent. “Must think highly of yourself to assume that the idea even crossed my mind.”

He’s fast with a quip. “I know you’re thorough and tha' ye looked at every option available tae ye, whether it was actually possible or not."

“Clever now, are you?”

"You asked if I could spar with you earlier, aye? But from what I can tell, it didn't do shite. So if you wanna take your anger out on somethin’, I don’t see how this is any different. It’s jus' sex – like scratchin' an itch.”

“Sure,” you deadpan. “If the itch was in the back of my cunt.”

He barks out a laugh. “Aye.” His gaze comes to fix on you, blue eyes all hot and electric with a ferocity so intense it’s nearly scorching. "Ye get it."

Still, he waits patiently – the virtue of a saint.

“Johnny—”

This would never work, you try to say.

And maybe he can sense it. "C'mon," he rasps. His patience wears out, presumably. Then, the words of a sinner – wicked and shameless, unapologetic – they’re cut from the same cloth of forbidden things, a path that you shouldn't go down: “Use me.”

Something catastrophic happens to your brain. If you had any resolve before, it's nowhere to be fucking found now. Every rationale thought, obliterated. There are a million splintered fragments and you can't piece them together enough to form even a semblance of an appropriate response.

What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

Johnny always manages to fill the silence between the two of you. “Dinnae overthink it. I know your scrapin’ together every argument in the book to convince yourself why this is a bad idea. But before you say no, I can promise you tha' I have a thousand better reasons for why it isn’t.”

You're on the verge of capsizing. If you ask, you might never come back up again, and the temptation to go down is very, very appealing. When you finally regain your voice, it sounds like a broken prayer. "Give me one."

He doesn’t even have to mull over it that long. There's no hesitation from him. It’s like he’s had it waiting in the chamber this whole time. "We're close enough fer me to say that I'd do anything fer you, aye? Take what you want. I’m all yours."

“You say that to just any of your mates?”

His face is the picture of innocence. “Only for you.”

You’re stuck in time. Frozen. There’s just his confession still hanging in the air. It’s a long stretch of time before the cogs in your head start running again. You let out a shaky exhale. Fuck, I want you so bad — it's there. Almost, right on the tip of your tongue. Nearly bleeds out. It would make things so messy. “I‘ve got to clear my head. I'll — um, yeah.”

"O’ course." Johnny nods in understanding. There's a small smile on his lips. Polite. He takes a step back, makes space, returns to the sidelines.

You can finally breathe again.

He can’t forget his closing remark though – give you something to chew on. “You’re probably never gonnae wan’ tae be my sparring partner after this, but for what’s it worth, bonnie, I don’ mind the way you feel under me.”

Goddamnit.

#johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap x you #soap mactavish x you

259 notes · View notes

mightymelancholy · 4 days ago

Text

Vengeance Saga 🌊🔱 Could Be Improved (Mostly about Calypso though)

*Spoilers of course

This is a discussion about mainly Calypso and some changes I like to see. So, this is a totally brief explanation for what can be done to improve the songs to be the best they can be.

Also Calixyn Cares Too Much is an informative but not authoritative resource on musical theatere and mainly songwriting. I recommend checking out her Vengeance Saga review.

My Thoughts:

The two first songs of Vengeance could use some work because right now "Not Sorry for Loving You" and "Dangerous" are a little vague, and don't have too much information to chew on. Especially with Calypso given the source material so being clear what happened those 7 years would be nice, because the fandom is understandably split on her.

For instance reviving the cut song "Appetite" would be nice. Also "Cope With That" because Odysseus being in the middle of choosing ruthlessness and open arms isn't much we see. He's often going to extremes with such ideologies. The Sirens, and the Cyclops for example. Circe Saga was when he was being pretty normal even after most of his men died, which is interesting he didn't immediately use ruthlessness with Circe after that event. He acted rather politely when meeting her. Anyway NSLY (Not Sorry for Loving You) has the "There Are Other Ways" motif but Odysseus doesn't use any of Circe's teachings.

Circe didn't really influence Odysseus like the Cyclops, Poseidon, and Polites did. He learned the consequence for being too kind from Polites which results in him sparing Polyphemus and giving his home address. Being too ruthless with the Sirens by throwing their bodies in the water when they could've been used to feed Scylla. And Poseidon is his ultimate consequence and the monster he could become. But Circe doesn't really teach him anything that he uses down the line. Odysseus utilizing persuasion to trick Calypso would've made the most sense and made Circe feel like an actual impact on his journey. Sure she helped him get to the Underworld but that's about it. Also strange Odysseus talks about becoming a monster when he just showed mercy to Circe and that worked in their favor. I guess he's just traumatized from seeing his dead comrades/friends and mom so sure I guess. It's a little odd Circe isn't that important in the grand scheme of things similarly to Calypso. And I wish Calypso had a conclusion. Because it's crazy how Odysseus dipped and his last words to her were-

"I love you

But not in the way

That you want me to"

I know he got places to be but still 😅

Just Ody and Calypso having a split amount of time to sing about their time together, and how they got closer. Because in "Love in Paradise" Odysseus wanted nothing to do with her, but in Vengeance Saga they seem to be on good terms. Odysseus sounds genuine when he says "I love you". Ody lying by using Circe's tactics would be interesting and was planned with the cut song "Appetite" but they scrapped it but still kept the "The Are Other Ways" instrumental. A flashback of the two reminiscing about their time together would've benefitted NSLY and made it clear that Calypso being a SA abuser is non-canon. Because at first I was conflicted on her because I didn't know if what she did was canon to Epic or not. Now I know she's just clingy and a little freaky (which makes sense, she's been on Ogygia for 100 years) but information like that or lack there of can confuse people.

Just give them a flashback scene and we eliminate the Calypso being an abuser issue and give valuable insight on both Odysseus and Calypso lives together. Because her and the island are kind of a blip on Odysseus's journey which is crazy considering the 7 years he spent there. But because we don't know much what happened Calypso being heartbroken is more pitty than actually sad for the viewer. Like I hardly know this girl, and don't know what exactly she did to Ody. Because also in "Love in Paradise" she says-

"Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise

No one can come or go, my island stays unknown"

Like I think people who step onto the island can never leave or the place is just too hard to find. But what does "Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise" mean? Like I think this is why people can't tell if the SA is canon or not, because it could be interrupted that Calypso brainwashes people. Or maybe she creates a blissful illusion/dream, which can be either good or bad since she "brings no pain". But is this something you want your audience to make interpretations and assumptions about, especially if the team wants us to sympathize with her in NSLY.

Again this should be made clear that Calypso was just being patient with Odysseus's decision. I think that's pretty impactful and would be interesting to delve into. A few lines of Calypso counting the days and waiting for Odysseus to "finally" love her. Maybe she watches him walk along the shore line and sings "🎵Waaaiting🎶" like in "Full Speed Ahead" and "The Underworld". and then Odysseus sings that part but of course he's waiting for a sign or help to arrive so he can get home. Idk I'm not a songwriter just an aspiring one lol

Because right now Calypso takes up so much of the song when it should have been 50/50. I won't say much on "Dangerous" because it's pretty similar. Hermes talks a lot when we could've had a few more lines for Ody. Also explain how Hermes got the wind bag? How did he convince Aeolus? Did Aeolus catch wind of "God Games" and was instructed to give Hermes the wind bag? Did the Winions help Hermes or are they just following him to make sure nothing bad happens?

Again the songs aren't bad, not by a long shot. They just need some improvements is all. I love this show but I can't be biased just because the music sounds good or there's actually a hidden meaning & a ton of lore if you keep digging! Nothing wrong with overanalyzing the lore or characters at all, that sounds super fun! But people should be critical otherwise the things they love won't improve.

7 notes · View notes

merakiui · 2 years ago

Note

Meraaa the lunar love hotel is such a wonderful event!! I'm loving all the writings and menus you've come up with ✨✨

May I order a Flower Bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu with Ruggie, with the fluffiest cream puffs and fruit smoothie from the morning menu? Thank youu <33 I hope you have a wonderful dayy

ruggie bucchi x (gender neutral) reader cw: slight nsfw, friends with benefits note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re not sure where Ruggie finds the energy. It’s only been a few minutes since the two of you have climaxed and caught your breath, but in those short moments he’s already dressed himself and is flitting about the room, casting clothes into the laundry bin and waving his magic pen to summon a bowl of warm water and a washcloth into existence, humming absentmindedly as he goes.

“Do you ever rest?” you mumble into the pillows, turning over to grant him access to your back so that he may dab at the many bites and scratches that litter your skin, evidence of a particularly wild round. You sigh when the soft, moist rag collects blood and sweat in smooth, even strokes. “Rugs?”

“If I’m getting paid to rest, I’ll rest,” he replies with his trademark snicker. “Besides, I’m used to it. Leona’s got me running around for stuff all the time. This is nothing compared to that.”

“Still, it’s important to rest. Clean-up can wait. Come cuddle with me instead.”

With a smile playing at your lips, you peer at him from over your shoulder, observing the way his brows furrow. Your arrangement isn’t normally one of cuddly nature—rather it’s one built upon lust and physical attraction—but despite that neither of you are ever opposed to the unspoken intimacy that follows sex. Quiet, peaceful times wrapped in one another’s embrace, listening to steady heartbeats thrum beneath the other’s chest, admiring the stone ceiling, and discussing all manner of things, both good and bad, are some of your favorite moments spent with Ruggie. You’re not sure if he shares your love for the little things because you’ve never been able to read beyond his casual smiles and laughter, reminders that every slice of affection and care is merely friendly in nature. Friendly and nothing more. It will never be anything more, or so you’ve told yourself.

Sighing, he runs a hand through his tousled, tangled hair. “You’re really too good to me, ya know? That sorta kindness is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

“But you’ll save me if that happens, won’t you?” you tease.

“If there’s a reward to be had.”

“You’re so shameless!” You sit up despite the dull ache in your hips to smack his arm.

He recoils with an airy laugh, raising his arms in mock surrender. “If you want me to play hero, you’re gonna have to pay me first.”

Rolling your eyes, you angle your body so that you’re sitting directly in front of him. Your hands close around his, and the rag is locked in a cage of fingers. You lean in towards him. Ruggie stares at you, blinks a few times, and meets you halfway, your foreheads connecting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he whispers, running his calloused thumb over the top of your hand. “Didn’t mean to get so carried away. Honest.”

“You’re good.” Your palm cups his face. Blue-grey hues soften when they meet yours, and for a moment you think you’re peering into a shadowed oasis. “If that was your version of rough, it was awfully gentle.”

“Hey, hey... That’s gonna chip my pride! I can be rough!”

You giggle at the way his lips twist into a moue. “Yeah, yeah. I believe you. You’re the roughest, toughest hyena I know.”

Ruggie barks out a sardonic laugh, which soon sticks in his throat when your fingers find the scruff behind his ears. He never admits it, but you know he’s fond of the way you scratch him there, running your nails in soft, soothing circles. He leans into your hand and attempts to huff at you—as if he wishes to pretend like he’s averse to your touch—but it comes out in a pleased sigh instead.

“Why’re you so good to me? I’m not really good to you in return. I mean, I try to be. But...”

“You’re plenty good.”

“I stole your lunch last week.”

“I...kinda figured that was you.”

He snickers, but it doesn’t seem as mocking as it normally is when his pale cheeks color pink and his voice falters. “And... And you didn’t say anything? If that had been me, I wouldn’t have let the thief off so easily. Food’s valuable, ya know? Back home, you lose teeth and skin over mere morsels.”

“Then I’d better find a way to give you the world so that you can always eat delicious meals.”

He eyes dart elsewhere, his cheeks reddening a considerable amount. “Seriously... Do you hear yourself? That was so cheesy.”

“But could you imagine? Truffle pizzas with real gold flakes! Fancy chocolates imported all the way from who-knows-where! And a truckload of donuts in all flavors and shapes!”

Ruggie licks his lips, his eyes twinkling. “You’re literally describing the dream I had last night. Are we soulmates?”

“That depends,” you joke, smirking. “Are we thinking the same thing?”

“That our world lies in Leona’s wallet?”

“Wow! We really are soulmates!”

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re smiling widely, so dumbly in love, until Ruggie’s ears have flattened on his head and his expression mirrors meekness. It doesn’t fit on his face; you almost fear the reason for the sudden shift when his hand nearly slides out of your grasp, and your smile quickly vanishes. But then he tightens his grip, determined for a reason you can’t yet understand. He looks at you, shoulders squared awkwardly, and clears his throat.

“You know... Soulmates and stuff... Soulmates stay together, don’t they?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Being friends is fine and all. But... Honestly, I think we could try being each other’s world...o-or something like that. Soulmates who’re friends but...beyond that. Like, we do all the stuff we normally do as friends but also as lovers, ya know? Is that too cheesy? I have no idea what I’m even saying.” He shakes his head with a flustered scoff. “Being tongue-tied like this is so not cool...”

You watch him with wide eyes. “No,” you admit in a single breath, heart floating. “No, it’s really cool... I mean, you’re cool—really cool. I love you, Ruggie.”

Ruggie’s eyes are just about the size of plates when he absorbs that last line. “H-Hold on... You...” He squeezes your hand, excitement brightening his eyes. “You’re actually agreeing? You’re not just saying that, right? You can’t get a guy’s hopes up with that and then not mean it.”

“Of course I mean it!” you admit hastily, too riddled with nerves to even think about how awkward you must sound. “I... I’ve liked you for a while, but I never said anything because I didn’t want to make things weird.”

“I didn’t wanna make ‘em weird either!” He laughs in surprised disbelief. “Wait. Were we both on the same page this whole time and neither of us said anything?”

“I... I guess so.”

Ruggie smiles—a genuine smile devoid of deception and trickery—and pries the soaked washcloth from out of your hand so that he can tug you down onto the bed with him. The rag is tossed back into the bowl with a splash. You stare at him while he wraps the both of you in the duvet, his fingers massaging your aching hips. How he knows you’re in pain there, you can’t quite say, but you return his gentle touch with a kiss on his cheek. His ears flick, listening to a sound you can’t hear.

“You really like me, don’tcha? Your heart’s beating real fast.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t contain your love-drunk grin. “Don’t pretend like yours isn’t beating just as fast.”

Ruggie snickers and leans down to press his forehead to yours. “The fastest it’s ever beaten before,” he murmurs.

And isn’t that just the sweetest, heartfelt truth?

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie x reader #slight n/sfw #lunar love hotel 2023

321 notes · View notes

aria0fgold · 7 months ago

Text

Of gems and pages au in the brain again. I was thinking like: It's an au, I don't have to think much bout the friendquests and act 5 happenings when my au is set in a new loop+ scenario and then I remembered... That new loop+ relies on the act 5's loop a bit so now I got to thinkin more about the thing.

Like, with the friendquests, it'll turn out a liiil differently in that it'd be Odile's suggestion for Siffrin to check up on the others considering that the Siff in this au has no recollection of practically anything with the many loops that had occurred. Odile figures out that the others needed help with something and considering how the timeloop appears to be connected with Siff, thinks that it's important for them to be helping the others instead of her. So the friendquests goes like this now:

Odile suggests Siff check up on the others then asks Siff about it afterwards to figure out the next step. She finds out about Mira's bonding proposals and the fact that Siff needed to know Bonbon's favourite foods (for that one, instead of the focus being on Siff choosing, it'd be Odile). After finding that out during loops, Odile drops it as a hint like "I think I saw Mira looking over some bonding proposals, although, don't tell her I said that." and "I should stock up for Boniface's favourite foods. I have a list here, but I don't really need it anymore. You can have it." Meanwhile for her friendquest, she'll be the one to outright ask Siff for help instead of the other way around.

Also, the Euphrasie sequence still has Siff be the one to talk to her, that's also the biggest hint that Odile got about the timeloops being connected to Siffrin (Odile might also try to be the one to talk to Euphrasie too thinking it'd help, but... it didn't). So yea, those are the possible changes to the friendquests. Now for Act 5... Since Odile doesn't really benefit much to the spells the others unlock during the friendquests, I think there's no reason for her to seek them out and try to speedrun it the way that Siff did in canon. So the Act 5 sequence in this au is just directed at Siff. Odile reaching her breaking point and just confronts Siff about it, but horribly...

During that moment, Siff Will loop several times but he won't even remember much of it and it just upsets Odile more and more cuz it's clear as day! It's so crystal clear that the timeloop is connected to Siffrin and their emotions and their wish! SO WHAT IS HIS WISH?! But the more Odile pushes them for the answer in such an aggressive manner, the more Siffrin doesn't wanna speak with how horrified he is. And then Odile notices that, notices just how horrible she went about it and finally just lets go, and takes a step back away from Siff to cool off (and take the orbs in the clocktower while everyone isn't around).

She waits until everyone goes in the clocktower to go to the House. Maybe she can get an answer out of the King instead, maybe if she kills him herself, Something would happen cuz clearly she's-- whatever being is responsible for this's-- "Chosen One" of handling the timeloops being controled by her family member. The way the House warps in Act 5 warps in a manner that "keeps her away," it wants to stall her basically. Courtesy of the theory by someone else about the House during Act 5 warps according to Siffrin's desire of getting to the King faster. So here, it warps to the desire of keeping Odile out cuz as hurt as Siffrin was during that whole argument, when she didn't arrive in the clocktower, he fears that she might be doing something dangerous. And he's right.

Also, during the battle with the King, Odile wasn't being frozen in time the way that Siffrin was in canon. In this au, Odile fights that back and for a split second her lvl reached 100 during then. That has repercussions... which will be: Her body cracking aka getting turned into stone for not only using up all of her craft power but Nearly breaking the limit of which the body can handle. I say Nearly, cuz before Odile can blast the King away with a force of a thousand suns, the family members got to her in time, which broke her focus on the attack and she collapsed from it but it still doesn't change the fact that she Did nearly went past the limit there. And now she's Dying-- But wait! We have new loop+ for that :D

#aria rants #isat au #isat spoilers #of gems and pages au #ogap au #so now the ''everyone remembers act 5 loop'' is a Lot different. the only thatd be hurt by it is siffrin #also smth that im planning to do in the new loop+ is a swap in situation between odile and siffrin in that siff now Remembers the loops #thatd take place during new loop+ (not the overwritten timeline. the only one he'd remember there is the act 5 loop)#so its like being canon siffrin again. but with an odile whose life is in grave danger the more loops happen #also! odile Does still remember all the loops before and during new loop+. but only for a certain time #the more loops happen in new loop+ and the less her level becomes. the more she Forgets about the loops and herself #so then siff and loop will take on the role of reminding her about the memories that matter. theyd remember for her basically #soft moment between an odile in death row. a star. and a rogue. soon the others will join in too. just soft moment #despite all the pain and suffering im putting her through. i love you odile!

7 notes · View notes

bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years ago

Text

Rebounding/ 1

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader x Seonghwa, past Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- angst, previous sexual relationship with Tae, threesome with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, public sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow jobs, deepthroating, door sex, missionary, riding, marking, multiple orgasms, fight with Yoongi, angst

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @kjqueen05 @san-realblkwife

Masterlists- check out for more fics

📝Masterlists 📝ATEEZ Masterlist

📝Seonghwa Masterlist

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

🌟gifs are from Google

J POV

I want to go home

I don't want to be here, at this fucking event

But Tae asked me to come

And I'm still such a sucker for him

BTS and other groups are going to perform and we're all backstage right now

"Hey Jo"

I turn and smile at Tae

"Hey!"

He walks over to me with a beautiful blond Korean girl

This must be Raon

Lucky bitch

'Stop. Be nice', I tell myself

She hasn't done anything to me

She just happens to be dating the guy I love

Who he broke off our friends with benefits for

Yeah, no reason to hate her

"Jo, this is Raon. Raon this is Joanne. My best friend"

I smile, ignoring the pain I feel when he calls me his best friend

"So you're the best friend", she says, looking me up and down

What the fuck?

"Nice to meet you", she says smiling sweetly at me

It's such a fake smile but then I have a fake smile plastered to my face too

"Yeah nice to finally meet you. Tae used to talk about you all the time"

"Good things I hope"

I nod, "Yeah all good things"

The memory of him screaming her name the last time I made him come, slams in my head

He apologized but I knew the sex between us was over

He was imagining her when I was with him

That was the day my hope for him to see me as anything more than a fuck buddy, a best friend, died

'Push it away', I tell myself

"So you have, uh, a lot of tattoos", she says condescendingly

"Oh uh yeah. I like body art"

Her pointing out my tattoos makes me feel self conscious, and I rub my arm with the sleeve, trying to cover it up with my hand

Which is ridiculous

"Why so many? Especially on your arm?", she questions

I'm aware that she's looking down on me for having them

I know how people here see tattoos

Normally I wouldn't care but for some reason I care right now

"I just like them and I wanted them somewhere I can show them off"

"Hmmm", she says, "Do you have more?"

What is this?

Why is she grilling me?

"Yes. I have a lot on my body. I'm a tattoo artist"

"And you think that looks good?"

"Roan!", Tae whisper yells

I look right at her, "I like them and I think they look good. I don't care if anyone else likes them or not. Their opinion doesn't matter to me"

Tae glances at me, looking nervous

"Well that's great self confidence you have. I wish I had that", she answers

Is she complimenting me?

I don't know with her

She could be or she could be insulting me

But for Tae's sake I decide to be nice

"Thanks. You should definitely have that self confidence. Don't think too much about what other people think of you", I suggest

"Yes but it's not as easy for an idol"

I can see what she's saying but I don't know what to say to that

So I stay silent

"Tae, I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

He shakes his head

"I'll be back", she says, leaving me and him to stare at each other awkwardly

"Sorry about the tattoo thing", he apologizes

"Don't worry about it", I tell him

More silence falls and I hate how weird it is between us

"So how's it going with Raon?", I ask him

"It's uh good"

I raise my eyebrow

He doesn't sound too happy

"Yeah that sounds totally convincing", I answer

He just smiles sadly at me

"Tae what's wrong? You can tell me", I urge him

He shrugs, "I'm happy Jo. She's sweet, kind and surprisingly really funny. Like you"

I feel a pang in my chest hearing him compare her to me

I know she's better than I am

He prefers her to me

It still hurts after these 4 months he's been with her but I'm trying to get over it

"But?", I ask

There's something he's not saying

"It's just....she doesn't....she's not into some things I like. With sex"

I raise my eyebrow, "Ok...like what?"

He looks around, then turns back to me, "She doesn't like the daddy thing or any of the things we did that one time. When I handcuffed you?"

I remember that night

He fucked me hard and made me cum so much

It was because of him I found out I like choking and biting during sex

Pain with sex

But I'm not really surprised that Raon doesn't like that

It leaves marks and since she's an idol she can't have marks on her

Which is why I never left any on him except for that one time he asked me for hickies

"She doesn't? She said she doesn't?"

He nods, "She told me right away that she doesn't like that even if it's something I like or want. She won't do it for me or even try"

I feel bad for him because I know the daddy thing gets him going and he likes to be dominate

But I also know not all girls are the same

I can't fault her for not liking something

But I can for not even trying

She should try for him and if she really doesn't like it then she doesn't have to again

"Yeah it sucks Tae but remember that not every girl likes the same thing. Or even wants to try it. You just have to accept that if you want her. And you know you guys are still new. Maybe it won't be no forever"

Why am I saying this?

Why am I trying to defend her or make sense of what she's saying

I should be telling him to dump her if she's not going to try for him

That she's not worth it

But I can't

He wants her and she makes him happy

I care more about his happiness than mine, no matter how miserable it makes me

I can't take that away from him

"Yeah I guess", he answers

"Just give it some time Tae. She might change. You never know"

He nods, "Ok Jo. It's just..."

"Just what?", I ask

"Sometimes I...uh... I", he stammers

He what?

What is so hard that he can't just tell me?

He used to tell me everything so easily

He's been distant ever since he got with Raon

I mean I understand, he wants to spend time with her but he can text me sometimes instead of me always texting him

Or at least answer my texts or calls

"You what Tae? What's wrong?"

"Sometimes I miss being with you."

My eyes widen in surprise

I don't know what to do with this information

Normally I'd be happy

But he has a girlfriend now

And he can't miss it that much since he's still with Raon

"Do uh....do you miss me?"

What is he doing?

Of course I miss him

He's all I think about but I can never tell him that

"Tae....I don't....I don't think this is a conversation we should be having anymore. You're with Raon so anything you say or I say doesn't matter"

"I...I know...but it matters to me"

I look at him warily

What's the point of this?

He's just making me remember being with him

And it hurts

I can't be with him and he really doesn't want me anyway

So why is he torturing me?

"Please just answer", he asks quietly

I sigh

"Yeah Tae, I miss you. Of course I miss you. You're my best friend and we were with each other everyday for a while."

"Yeah but do you miss being with me? Sex with me?"

Is he trying to kill me?

"Yes Tae. I do"

He nods but before he could say anything, Raon comes back

"Miss me?", she asks cheerfully

"Of course baby"

"Shouldn't we go say hi to the guys?", she asks

"Oh uh, yeah ok"

He looks at me, "I'll see you later Jo, ok?"

I nod and watch them walk away

Fucking hell, this sucks

---------------------------

"So you're the leader?", I ask Hongjoong

I was just wandering around when I literally bumped into this guy

And I felt so embarrassed when I didn't know he was an idol

"Yeah. And a rapper. One of two", he answers

He's really hot

He's short for a guy but next to me he's a giant

His hair is blue and pulled into a ponytail that is so fucking sexy

He has really pretty brown eyes and his smile is beautiful

But he's nothing compared to Tae

"Your group is ATEEZ?", I ask, pulling out my phone and opening spotify

"Yeah"

I type in ATEEZ and find their discography

I make a new playlist and add their albums

"Ok, I added you guys to my spotify. I'll listen to your songs later"

"Cool", he says, "What do you do?"

"Oh I'm a tattoo artist", I answer

"Oh yeah? That's cool. But, no offense, how are you here? I thought only idols and staff could be here"

He's not wrong and I get why he's asking

"Oh I know BTS"

His eyes pop out if his face

"You know BTS?"

I nod, "Yeah, V is my best friend from when we were babies"

"Oh wow. You're so lucky. My members and I love BTS. We're huge fanboys"

I'm not surprised

Everyone loves BTS

"Maybe you can meet them today", I smile at him

"Maybe", he says

Silence falls between us and I guess the conversation is over

"You're really pretty", he says

My gaze slams up to his

He's looking at me, licking his lip

Fuck that just made me wet

I'm not blind, this guy is fucking sexy

"You too", I say stupidly

Then I realize what I'm saying

"I mean handsome. Not pretty"

He laughs, "I know what you mean"

He tilts his head, looking at me

"Wanna have some fun?"

Oh my God, he really asked me that

And I'm seriously considering it

I haven't had sex in four months

Not since Tae

And this guy is hot

So why not?

There's no one to tell me no

And I want to forget for awhile

"Yeah", I answer

He smiles, then takes my hand

"C'mon"

He starts walking and I follow him

He brings me to an empty room far from everyone and locks the door

He looks at me and I notice that he's nervous

I decide to make him feel at ease, so I move closer to him, brushing my lips against his

It's like that's what he needed because he pushes me against the wall, his tongue in my mouth

Damn he's a really good kisser

But Tae is better

'Stop'

I need to stop or I won't be able to do this

So I push Tae out of my mind and focus on Hongjoong

He pulls at my jeans, undoing them and pulling them down

I kick off my shoes and jeans

His hands go to my shirt next, taking it off then, my bra

He sucks my nipple in his mouth, making me moan loudly

"Fuck your piercings are so fucking hot"

"Mmmm hmmm", I moan

I start undressing him, getting his shirt and pants off

He gets them off, his mouth still sucking on me

"Fuck", I groan

His lips move from my nipple down my body, licking and sucking

God his mouth feels so good

While it feels good, Tae keeps coming in my head and I have to push him away

He's with Roan

He's fucking Roan not thinking of me at all

So I shouldn't think of him

Hongjoong goes down more, pulls my panties down and off

"Fucking hell, you have a piercing here too?"

"Yes"

"That's fucking hot"

I hold back a scream when I feel his tongue lick along my pussy

"Oh my God", I whimper

"Tasted good", he says into me

Fuck me

That's so fucking hot

His tongue moves faster, running all over me

My hand grips the doorknob so fucking hard while the pleasure rakes all over my body

He's fucking amazing with his tongue

His mouth goes around my clit and he sucks hard

"Fucking hell", I cry, my legs shaking

He switches between licking and sucking and I'm right fucking there

"I'm gonna cum", I moan, gripping the knob hard, my other hand going in his hair, messing up his ponytail

But I don't care right now

He sucks again and I'm done

"Fuck, fuck, oh god", I moan, coming in his mouth, my legs shaking hard

I feel his tongue keep licking and when I look down, I see his tongue lick, covered with my cum

He swallows it, then slides his tongue on me again

"So fucking good", he smirks, looking up at me

Fucking hell

He stands up, still smirking, my cum on his face

He wipes it with his fingers, then licks it off them

"Fuck", I whimper

It just reminds me of when Tae did that

He really liked eating me out all the time and for some reason he liked having everything all over his face

And he always said my cum tastes good too

I push Tae out of my head and focus on Hongjoong

I take a look at his body and fuck me

He's fit, his muscles in his chest and stomach

He's beautiful

Are all idols this beautiful?

I move closer to him, my lips on his neck, hands running up and down his back

"Shit", he whimpers

Oh yeah, I like that

I like hearing him

I loved hearing Tae too

'Stop', I yell at myself

Trailing kisses down his neck, I kiss his chest and move down

I lick, kiss and gently suck on the skin on his stomach but stop before I leave a mark

"No don't stop", he moans

"But...it's going to leave a mark. You're an idol.", I answer confused

"I don't care. I want you to do it", he pleads

Well, I guess I can if he's asking for it

"Yeah baby boy? You want me to suck here?", I smirk, kissing his skin

"Fuck yes", he whines

I kiss him again, then suck on thr skin on his stomach

The sounds he's making are so fucking hot

When I'm done, I move away, leaving a dark purple hickey on him

I press my lips to him again, kissing down more

Hooking my fingers in his boxers, I pull them down, slowly, and keep kissing him

When I get to his cock, I kiss down his length to his head

Jesus he's big too

Definitely not as big as Tae

But then no one is as big as Tae

Ignoring my thoughts, I lick his head, feeling his tremble

I can't help but smirk, then I take him in my mouth and suck gently

"Fuck oh my God", he moans loudly

I like that and I suck harder and faster

"Yes shit yes"

I want to make it feel better for him so I move down his cock more and more

His cock hits the back of my throat and goes down more as I keep going, getting him all in

If I can get Tae's huge cock in my mouth, I can get anyone's in

Once he's all in, I move back halfway off him, then slide him back in quickly

"Holy shit. How...how are you...fuck"

I keep going sucking on him as I move

"God I'm gonna cum", he moans

I move faster and his hand slams in my hair, holding me still as he thrust in my throat, coming hard

I feel him shaking from where I'm holding onto his thighs

"Yes fuck yes"

I swallow on his cock while he cums, getting it all down

When he's done, he pulls out, breathing hard

He's leaking so I press my tongue to his head, licking

I taste his cum and he does taste good

My licking makes him hard again and he grabs my arms, pulling me up

"Wanna fuck you", he gets out

"Yes", I agree

He slams me against the door, his mouth on mine, tongue against mine

My arms automatically go around his neck, while he wraps one of my legs around him

I reach down, holding his cock right at my entrance

He moves forward, his head getting inside

I let go, then grab his hips, pulling him to me, sliding him in

My body shakes as he gets in

God I haven't had sex in awhile and just the feeling of being opened again, of having a cock inside me, feels so good

"Fuck, so tight", he moans against my neck

"Fuck me", I ask, running my fingers up and down his back, "Please fuck me hard"

He nods, pulls almost all the way back out, then slamming deep inside

"Yes", I moan

He starts moving faster, slamming into me over and over

Pleasure fills my body, making me moan and hold onto him tightly

I feel him lift my other leg, completely picking me up

He grips my ass hard while he moves

"Fuck, faster.", I moan

"Yeah baby. I'll fuck you faster. And harder"

"Yes please yes"

He somehow moves faster, slamming into me so good

"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"

"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases

I shake my head, "No. I need to cum on a cock. And I want it to be yours"

"Mmm yeah. I want it to be on mine too"

He hits my spot hard and I yell in fucking pleasure

"There, fuck right there"

He laughs, then concentrates on that area

I feel my orgasm coming and I can't wait

I need it, I need to release this pressure, I need to forget everything and just feel

He moves again, and I snap, yelling his name, coming on him

"Hongjoong! Oh my God!"

I hold onto him tightly, my head against the wall, just feeling him, letting the pleasure take over

"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans

Suddenly I hear knocking on the door

"Fuck", I whimper

"They need to go the fuck away", he moans

"Hongjoong? Are you in there?"

"Shit", he murmurs

"Wwww...what?"

"It's Seonghwa. One of my members"

"Oh. Make him go away", I tell him, "I want more of you"

"Yeah?", he asks smiling

I nod

"Hongjoong?"

"Go away", he answers

"What why?"

"I'm busy"

He suddenly slams back inside me, hard, making me moan loudly

"What was that?", the guy outside asks

"Can I tell him?", Hongjoong asks, "Maybe it'll make him go away"

"Yeah whatever, just make him leave"

He's making me forget but with him stopping to talk to this guy, more memories of being with Yoongi are coming back

And I don't want them

"I'm fucking a girl. Go away"

I can't help but laugh

"Nice", I say

"What? What girl?"

"Just a girl", he answers, thrusting again

"Fuck"

"Is she hot?", he asks

He looks at me smirking

"Yeah, really hot"

I blush looking away from him

"Can I see?"

What the hell?

Seriously?

"Uh what kinda freaky shit are you guys doing at you're dorm?", I ask

"Nothing like that. We're just open with each other about when we're fucking girls", he shrugs

"Well?", the guy asks

"Are you ok with it?"

Wait what?

"You...you don't care? That he's going to see you fucking me?"

He shakes his head, "No. And he'll probably want to fuck you too"

Jesus

I don't know about that

I'm not against anyone watching though

"Let him in"

He reaches over, unlocking the door

The guy comes inside and locks it

He looks at us and holy shit

He's fucking hot too

"Goddamn, she is hot", he says, his eyes looking all over me, "Nice tattoos"

"Thanks?", I ask

He nods, "I'm Seonghwa"

"Joanne"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, then moves, carrying me to the couch

He lays me on it, then gets on his knees opening my legs wide

He snaps his hips, burying himself inside again

I moan from the pleasure and he keeps going, moving hard again

"Yes fuck", I groan

"My god she's fucking sexy", Seonghwa says

"She feels fucking amazing", Hongjoong answers

"Hey! I'm right here!", I protest

"Sorry", Seonghwa apologizes

Hongjoong keeps going, not paying attention to the other guy

"Can I...uh help?", Seonghwa asks

What?

Is he serious?

"Ask her", Hongjoong answers

Wait what?

"Can I?"

Oh what the fuck?

Should I?

What will Tae think if he finds out I fucked two guys one right after the other?

Well I doubt he'll care

He doesn't talk to me much anymore anyway

I make a decision

"Yes. Take your clothes off"

Seonghwa immediately pulls his shirt over his head and I gape at his body

He has fucking abs

And it's such a turn on

He gets out of the rest of his clothes, his cock huge and hard too

What the hell?

How am I getting all the big dick guys?

And his cock is just as big as Tae's

Holy shit

"Fuck Seonghwa, she likes your body. She just got so wet"

He blushes but comes over to me, kneeling down

Hongjoong pounds into me while Seonghwa leans down, his lips on mine

I open my mouth and his tongue slides right inside

My hand goes in the back of my hair, holding on tightly

His hand goes to my breasts as he touches my nipple

"Fuck, she just soaked my cock", Hongjoong whimpers

Seonghwa pulls away, looking at my body

"Fuck", he says as he notices my nipple rings

He pulls on it, pleasure spiking hard

"Fuck", I moan

"Her clit is pierced too", Hongjoong says, not stopping his thrusts

"What?", Seonghwa asks, look down my body, "Holy shit"

"Fucking hot right?"

Seonghwa nods then leans over, attaching his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard

Pleasure blasts in my body, making me arching up

I feel a hand on my clit and when I look, Seonghwa is playing with my clit while Hongjoong fucks me

This is fucking insane

Two guys pleasuring me

I never thought I'd be in this situation

But it feels fucking incredible and I don't want them to stop

Seonghwa pulls on my clit ring, making my hips slam up, meeting Hongjoong's thrust

"Fuck good girl", he moans

The three of us keep moving together and I'm kinda surprised at how coordinated we are

"Seonghwa, wanna taste her cum?", Hongjoong asks, "It's so fucking good"

"Yeah"

Mother fuck

"I'll fuck her until she's ready to cum, then I'll pull out and you lick her until she cums"

Oh my God

That sounds.....amazing

"Ok"

Seonghwa goes back to playing with my nipple

Hongjoong's cock is getting me so close

"Fuck she's gonna cum", Hongjoong groans, pulling out

"No!", I moan, hating the feeling of my orgasm retreating

Until I feel a wet, hard tongue lick me

Looking down again, I watch Seonghwa eat me out

His tongue slides slowly up and down, feeling so fucking good

His tongue runs along my clit making me moan

His tongue moves faster, licking my clit over and over

I feel my orgasm coming back

His lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking on me, tugging on my ring with his teeth

"Yes oh god!"

I can't stop myself, my hips move into his face over and over

"Damn Seonghwa, she's fucking your face"

He nods

"I like it", he says then goes back to me

Shit he's hot

I feel his fingers open me more, licking all over

I'm right there, I just need him to do something to make me cum

I feel his tongue slide inside and that's what I needed

"Fuck! Seonghwa", I yell, coming hard, holding his head against my pussy

He makes moaning sounds as he slides his tongue in and out

"Oh God", I cry, coming again, my legs shaking around his head, the bliss so fucking intense

When I finish, he moves away, kissing my inner thigh

"She tastes good", he says looking right at me

I can't

Do these guys all really think I'm good?

I don't have time to relax because Hongjoong comes back, flipping me on my hands and knees, sliding his hard cock inside me again

My back arches from the feeling of him filling me up

"Good girl", he smirks, "Seonghwa wants you to suck his dick baby. And I'm gonna fuck you while you do ok?"

I nod

I'm aware that I'm being such a slut but I don't care right now

I'm just shutting everything off to do this

I turn my head and open my mouth waiting for Seonghwa

"Look Hwa, she wants your cock in her mouth"

He comes closer to me, his cock close to my face

I lick his tip and he shudders

Moving my hands on his hips I pull him closer, wrapping my mouth around him and starting to suck

"Fuck me", he moans

Hongjoong moves into me, then pulls almost all out before ramming back in

Hard

He keeps moving, going slow but hard and deep

I pull Seonghwa to me more, taking all of his cock in my mouth

"How is she-", I hear him moaning

"I don't know but she did it to me too. Coming in her throat felt so good"

Like I did to Hongjoong I move my head, sliding Seonghwa in and out of my throat, sucking as I do

Hongjoong's steady slams build up the pleasure and I'm ready to cum again

"C'mon baby, cum", he asks

I snap moaning on Seonghwa's cock and explode on Hongjoong's

"Yes oh god yes", he pants, starting to move faster, pound into me mercilessly

Seonghwa is a moaning mess, eyes never leaving my mouth on his cock

Hongjoong's pounds bring me there again, making me release on him again, my body shaking on its own

"I'm gonna cum", Hongjoong yells

"Me too", Seonghwa whimpers

"Can I cum inside?", Hongjoong begs

I nod and he grips my hips so hard as he cums

At the same time Hongjoong cums in my pussy, Seonghwa's cums down my throat

I swallow Seonghwa's cum while my pussy throbs on Hongjoong, getting all his cum

I'm such a fucking whore

"My turn. I want to be inside", Seonghwa says

Hongjoong pulls out, moving away while Seonghwa sits next to me

He pulls me up, putting me on his lap

"Ride me baby girl?", he asks shyly and I nod

He kisses my lips as I reach down between up and hold up his already stiff cock

Getting him in position, I sink down on him, getting him all in

"Yes fuck oh god", he cries

I push him back against the couch, then lean back on his legs

I start moving slowly at first, teasing him

"Faster baby please", he begs

I smirk at him, "Is my baby boy begging me to ride him hard and fast?"

He nods, "Yes I'm begging you. Please"

I tilt my head, looking at him, "Good boy"

Moving faster I bounce on his cock, just enjoying the feeling of him going in and out of me

And by the sounds he's making, I know he's enjoying it too

He keeps murmuring "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again

I like it

I clench around him, making him gasp in pleasure

"I....I...nnn....need", he stutters

"What baby boy? Tell me what you need", I tease him

"I need you to cum on me. You're so fucking tight and I want to feel you get tighter"

"Hmm, you're lucky that your cock feels so good baby. I'm gonna cum real soon"

Seonghwa is different from Hongjoong

Hongjoong likes to dominate while Seonghwa likes to be dominated

Lucky for them I'm good at both

"Please", he begs

"Soon", I whisper, kissing his neck

I move my hips around, getting his cock to slam my spot

"Yes fuck", I cry

I keep moving, using his cock to fuck my spot over and over

I feel my legs start to tremble and I'm getting hot all over

I need to cum

I bring myself down on Seonghwa again, this time gripping his cock so hard, climaxing again

"Seonghwa fuck", I praise him, shaking on top of him

"So fucking good", he gasps

"Yeah?"

He nods

"Baby boy's cock is so good for me. Making me cum so good"

He whimpers and it's adorable

I keep moving on him when I feel lips on the side of my neck

"I'm gonna mark up your pretty neck baby girl", Hongjoong whispers in my ear

I nod, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin

"Seonghwa, fuck her. Now"

Seonghwa immediately grabs my hips and thrusts up into me

The pleasure is a blast in my body

Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa by the hair, putting his lips on the other side of my neck

"Mark her while you fuck her"

Again Seonghwa listens and sucks on my neck, while he slams up into my pussy

He's giving me a good pounding, hitting my spot every time

I'm gonna cum real quick

Both guys run their tongues on my neck, lips sucking in different spots

I feel fingers on my clit, rubbing in a circular motion and making my back arch into Seonghwa

"She's close", Seonghwa breathes, mouth back on my neck

Hongjoong moves his fingers faster on my clit and all the sensations combine together making me snap

"Seonghwa", I shout, coming on him again

He moans on my neck and I feel him cum inside me, warm and sticky

"Yes baby girl, fuck", he moans

When he finishes, he falls back on the couch and I go with him so tired

My face ends up in his neck as his arms wrap around me

I breathe in, catching his scent and fuck he smells so good

Hongjoong moves away from us and I just relax on Seonghwa

"I'm gonna see what the other guys are doing", Hongjoong says, pulling his clothes on, "Take your time"

Once he's dressed, Hongjoong leaves the room, leaving me and Seonghwa still on the couch

"Damn he was out quick", I comment

"Yeah he's a fuck em and leave kinda guy", "Seonghwa answers

"And you're not?", I ask

He blushes as he says, "Well no. I'm not gonna fuck someone and then bail the next second. I can't be up and running around right away"

"Yeah me too", I say

That's probably why we're still laying with each other

And if I'm honest with myself, it feels nice to be held, to lay with someone even if it's just for a few minutes

But all too soon he has to go, probably to perform

I tell him to get dressed and leave first since he has somewhere to be and I don't

As he dressed, I clean up the cum from both idols, once again, noting that I'm indeed a slut

I get my panties and bra on, when Seonghwa clears his throat

I look up at him, "Are you ok?"

"Can I...can I have your number?", Seonghwa asks me, his cheeks blushing

"Wait...are you serious?", I ask surprised

He nods

Well fuck me

I don't see any reason not to give it to him so I say yes and we exchange numbers

"I'll text you", he says and I nod, not expecting him to

I know to him I'm just a slut, someone to fuck, so I don't expect any texts aside from booty calls

And he's hot so I may just keep fucking him

He smiles at me and I notice how beautiful it is

He waves then leaves the room

Well that was an experience

It was fun while it lasted

Now I have to get back to my own miserable life

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

Tae POV

I watch Joanne talk to some idol

I don't know who he is but he's good looking

His hair is blue and I know she likes that

Her favorite color is blue

She loved when my hair was blue

Her favorite on me is black, then blue

After awhile I got tired of dying it colors like that so I stopped for awhile

She always suggested I dye my hair colors like that again but I didn't

Her own hair is an electric green right now

I was surprised when I first saw her

I haven't hung out with her in the four months I've been with Roan so I didn't know she changed her hair

Her hair was a bright red then black when we were together

She smiles at him, my heart jumping in jealously

What the fuck was that?

I need to relax

It was probably because I haven't spoken to her much while we're here and he's talking to her

I've been at Raon's side the whole time

The guy tilts his head and asks her something

She looks like she's debating her answer, when her face smooths over and she says something

The guy takes her hand and leads her out of the main room

Where the fuck is she going?

Why is she going anywhere with him?

Is she....

Is she going to have sex with him?

No, fuck no

"I'm going to the bathroom", I tell Raon

"Oh. Ok", she says as I start walking away, following Joanne in the direction the idol took her

I go down the hall, away from the main room and turn the corner just in time to see the idol pull her into a room

The door slams shut and I hear it being locked

I freeze in place

She's...she can't do this

She doesn't even know him

How is she just going to fuck a guy she doesn't know?

Why would she do that?

And why do I care?

I'm with Roan now, why do I care who Joanne sleeps with?

Because she's my best friend and I care about her

I don't want her getting hurt or catching anything

I stand there for awhile debating what to do

I should check on her

Continuing down the hall, I pass by the door, listening

"Fuck me", she asks, "Please fuck me hard"

My heart drops

She sounds just like when she was with me

Begging me to fuck her hard and fast

Now she's asking another guy to do it

"Yes faster"

I hear a slamming sound over and over along with her moans

Her moans that just used to be for me

"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"

"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases

"No"

I close my eyes getting so angry

She hasn't came in awhile so that means when she does it's going to be fucking hard and huge

And she's gonna do it on him

'Hongjoong! Oh my God!", she moans

She came

I know how she sounds

She came on someone else's cock

Not mine

"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans

I remember

I remember how good she feels and I'm so fucking enraged someone else is feeling it

I hear footsteps and I duck behind the corner

Another idol is walking by and he stops at the door she's behind

"Hongjoong?", he calls, knocking

Does he know that guy she's with?

He keeps talking but I don't know what he's saying

Suddenly the door opens and he goes inside

What the actual fuck?

She's not going to fuck both of them....is she?

I can't believe this

This is insane

She's being.....

No stop

'Don't call her that', I tell myself

Because honestly she's not being a...slut

She's allowed to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants

And I'm upset but I shouldn't be

She's not my girlfriend

I don't feel like that for her

So I have no reason to be angry

I need to get out of here

If she wants to fuck two guys, she can

But I don't need to hear it

As I pass by the door, I hear her moan, "Fuck, Seonghwa"

Anger hits me hard again

That has to be the other guy that just went in the room

I can't hear this

'I don't care', I tell myself as I keep walking away

But I do

I care a lot

And I don't want to think about why

---------------------------

Fifteen minutes later, she comes back alone

The two other guys came back before her and went back to their group

I'm still pissed off

She shouldn't have fucked them

She just met them

I hope she wasn't dumb and used condoms

Or at least had them

She comes closer to us and I see dark marks on her neck

My stomach falls to my feet

She let them leave hickies on her?

Fury comes back in my body and I clench my jaw

"Hey Tae. When are you guys going to perform?", she asks

Now that she's in front of me, I can see the hickies clearly

One is so dark, almost black

And she has another one on the other side of her neck, that one purple

"Tae? You ok?"

"Did you have fun?", I snap

Fuck

I didn't want to say anything

My stupid mouth ran by itself

"Uh what?", she asks confused

"With those two guys who gangbanged you. Did you have fun?"

Her eyes widen, "You..you saw?"

I roll my eyes, anger fueling me

"Of course I saw. I saw that blue haired idol take you and I was worried so I followed you. And saw him bring you to a room. Heard you begging to cum on him"

He face is in total shock but I don't care

I'm letting my anger take over

I shouldn't

I shouldn't care who she sleeps with

But I do

I do so much

I miss her and I want her to be with me

"Then I saw the other idol knocking on the door, going inside and I heard you moaning his name too"

"Oh god", she whispers

"Did you fuck both of them?"

Her eyes narrow, "That's none of your business"

I snort, "Of course it is. You're my best friend. I don't want you getting hurt or catching something."

She doesn't say anything, just looks away from me

"Did you make them use condoms?"

She bites her lip but shakes her head

She didn't?

I'm so fucking surprised

She doesn't know them

Doesn't know if they fuck any girl, if they have anything

"You're so stupid", I snarl

Her eyes widen, looking back at me

"No I'm no-"

"Yes you are. You fucked two guys one after another without condoms like a slut"

As soon as the word leaves my mouth, she looks like I slapped her in the face and I regret saying it

"Really? Because I wasn't a slut when I was fucking you right? Letting you cum in me whenever you fucking wanted?"

"That's different and you know it. You know me, you don't know them"

"Why do you care? You're fucking your girlfriend. It doesn't matter who I'm with"

I can't believe she's saying this to me

I'm with one person, who I'm dating

She's with random people

"I'm only with her while you're fucking two guys and coming out here with their fucking hickies on your neck"

"Then don't fucking look", she growls

I narrow my eyes at her, so fucking pissed off

"You know what if you want to be a whore, then go ahead. I don't give a fuck"

The hurt on her face and tears that flood her eyes, hit me hard and again I instantly regret calling her a whore

She just nods, looking away, "Ok"

She turns from me and starts to walk away while I panic

I didn't mean it

I need to apologize

Right now

"Jo-", I call

"Can't talk Tae. Gonna be a whore and find someone to fuck", she snaps, not even turning around

"Joanne, wait, I didn't-", I try again

"Leave me alone", she tells me and I stop

She's never told me to leave her alone before

I don't know what to do

Should I leave her alone or should I go after her

"Tae!", Raon calls, making me turn to her, "Where were you? You were gone for so long"

"Yeah sorry", I say, distractedly looking back for Joanne but I can't see her anywhere

Fuck

I fucked up and I need to find her to apologize

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

J POV

I need to get the fuck out of here

I'm on the verge of tears

Tae called me a slut and a whore

It hurts so much

I never thought he'd ever call me that or think of me like that

I guess I was wrong

I don't know why he's upset

He's fucking Raon

Why does he care what I do?

Who I fuck?

He's different than he used to be

Ever since Raon, it's like I don't exist anymore

He'd never have called me a slut or a whore before

He never cared who I had sex with before

And now he's grilling me, asking personal questions

Calling me names

I just want my best friend back

My Tae

The Tae I could tell anything, talk about anything with

The Tae who made me laugh, watched tv and stupid movies with me

The Tae who would ask for my help, my opinion on his music, who took what I said seriously

Not this Tae who calls me a slut and a whore

I should of never agreed to have sex with him

If I didn't, this wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't be hurt

It's my own fault I'm hurt

My own fault

#bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut #taehyung fic #kim taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #ateez seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #kim hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong smut #hongjoong smut

109 notes · View notes

moeblob · 2 years ago

Text

Before I post any art, I gotta say a thing. And I've told a few people already but I am gonna share it here, too.

TW; Anxiety (but like positive?)

At work I am quite well-known as "that person with anxiety". I think at most points, despite turnover rates of employees, at minimum 65% of all employees have seen me cry at work before. If they haven't, it's probably someone on night crew. The thing is though, it has it's really weird benefits? I'm absolutely not here to wish anxiety on anyone but when someone that isn't me has anxiety? A lot of coworkers will ask me to talk to the person in the middle of an attack because "hey you can relate".

And today all I had to do was listen to someone vent their work stress as she cried out back and vaped a little to calm down. Like, she didn't ask me to join her out back. A guy told me to go check on her so I did. And she just... let it all out. And as she calmed down and was about to go back in I told her "hey it's fine to feel better but if you go right back to where you were it's not gonna help anything. Go into the walk in cooler for a minute to literally cool off" and she paused and was like. Stunned. That it could be that easy. (note, the back? no AC. her station? the pizza station? ovens AND multiple people for body heat. outside where she vented? also hot!)

I just enjoy the fact that while it sucks to have anxiety, I've been there long enough to help multiple people through an attack because I'm just a small and little fella. The least intimidating person in the restaurant who has been seen crying more than any other worker.

I remember having my own anxiety attack and my GM at the time just walked over to me and stood at a slight distance and started to talk to me about a video game he'd been playing lately and when he left to get back to work, I felt better. He just ... rambled about something to distract me and it worked. I remember a manager who had real bad anxiety prior to working and had it under control who told me it was fine to feel anxious because your brain's stupid. And, as a restaurant, he's like "to your brain under an anxiety attack, you could have a line out the door or a lion at the door and it's the exact same sense of fear."

Basically, I haven't had super huge attacks at work lately but I'm still known for having them and for some reason, that gets spread around and no one ever acts like it's a defect. In fact, plenty find it relatable! And when I can help someone with advice I've gotten before or just distracting them with a silly story about the one time I walked in the back door and walked into the cooler and started to cry and shake and a manager found me and goes "did you even clock in yet?" and I shook my head and he told me to go home but after I sat in my car for a bit to calm down. It's nice to hear someone laugh when I tell them "so hey, at least YOU got to clocking in so you're getting paid to cry".

It's just wild how a little understanding goes a long way? How it doesn't fix anything but dang it really does help to just co-exist as "ah yeah I get that - do you want some water?"

#moe talks a lot #not art #i might delete later idk #but for now i just think its cool how my current legacy at work isnt that of being a crybaby #but a person who can help others with anxiety cause i CLEARLY have anxiety #its p nifty ! i can def think of worse reputations to have honestly #and the fact people do appreciate just having someone to talk to who gets yeah its irrational crying but #its still crying and its affecting work and hey i feel better now thanks #ok now i have to draw but since it got to be really long i cut myself off as a read more #ty for reading if you did !#but honestly as someone who isnt even 5ft tall im the least imposing figure you can be around #any who if you have anxiety and you made it this far GOOD JOB YOU DID IT youve done great so far

44 notes · View notes

plantsarepeopletoo · 1 year ago

Text

Only Friends Music EP3 (1/2)

What am I to you?

Another installment of the Only friends music series. The details continue to be amazing, all praise JoJo.

Quick recap, music is used in three different ways:

Just background music (Background) - It’s important and creates an atmosphere, like using Disco Frog for Mew and Cheum’s chat at the bar. These I will not use unless I see a theme or something important later.

Playing with Music (Playful) - It’s like body language, the music will pause, start up, move along faster or slower. It's intentionally moving with what is happening on screen.

Verbal/Vocal - Music that is telling us things. It could be songs that have names that seem important or have lyrics that may or may not be in the show. If there are lyrics I will include them, but will specify if they are in OF, and where they start and stop.

Master List here, in my pinned post. These will be long and split into parts, mostly because of lyrics and Music players. Written after EP4 came out, so some EP4 spoilers.

As always, thank you @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for help editing and song lyrics.

[1/4]

youtube

Song: Eyes in the Back of My Head by Katori Walker Scene: Nick asking twitter about Friends with benefits/Nick and Boston NC scenes Type: Vocal

The full song starts with Nick asking twitter, “Can friends with benefits turn into lovers?”. It ends when Boston lays on the bed. Did Nick finish? Who knows. Not that Nick is here for that right now, let me explain.

Lyrics:

Okay, let's try this I wish I had eyes in the back of my head I been workin' on my pride but the rest of me cares Every time I feel alive, it be love in the air You're my center, don't fold like it's vanity fair Every time that I be down then I'll be runnin' to you It's ironic that I'm scared but I'm callin' you boo Please don't ghost me Love me, hug me, hold me See me, grow me I see whole thing, bragging, boasting To all of my ** Workin' on my pride I been workin' on my pride, yeah I been really scared but a ** really tryin', yeah Never bite my tongue when it's something on my mind, yeah Baby you a gem, I'll never leave you undermined, yeah Pray that's just a phase and we get it back aligned, yeah Oooh Love, pray you stay around me forever and never leave me We'll go together forever, I know you need me It ain’t hard to love you, I promise that shit is easy I can see the future so vivid, I think it's 3D Stay the night forever and ever, I think I'm needy Bein' my reflection, my mirror, I know you see me See me Need me Easy Hug me Love me Trust me Love me Love me

Nick’s fallen hard, so hard, he’s using sex to plead with Boston to need him, love him, SEE him. Nick loves Boston, knows him better now, knows he can’t step out of the narrow box Boston has put him in, but now he’s cornered. Even though Nick sees himself in Boston, he has to keep his pride in check so he can play the submissive cute boy Boston wants.

“You're down for me. You can’t survive a day without me. I guess my status will be promoted soon.” He knows he’s being needy, Boston’s told him as much, so he’s doing the only thing he knows Boston won’t hate: Using sex to make Boston love him. Nick’s been throwing himself at Boston over and over, everyday. Until he feels sure that Boston will do anything to keep him from going away. Nick got brave, bringing up his status again with Boston. Boston says “It did. I’m your regular now.” Not what Nick was hoping for, he goes quiet.

Song: Daydreaming At Night by Heyson Scene: Boston and Nick discuss what they are Type: Playful

Song starts after “I’m your regular now” with a ticking sound, the keyboard chords come in when Boston becomes soft to him, and the drums start after “we did promote our status though” the music sounds more and more hopeful, mirroring Nick's mood. And as Boston stands up we get the vocals.

Nick’s other tool he can use to get Boston to bend, to become a little more soft to him, is to sulk. He did it in the darkroom, asking If he should be glad that he’s a favorite. He did it when he it asked what they were and ended up choosing Fuck Buddies. This time he’s getting Boston to give him a few more crumbs of hope. He'll do it again and again.

Song ends when Nick sets down the picture of the friends.

Song: The Jealousy song. I Still don’t know the real song title. Scene: Nick looking at what is on Boston's desk

We're shown the pictures and get another twitter response: Maybe he isn’t serious with you because he’s got feelings for someone else.

Last time this played was when Top saw Ray and Mew hugging by the pool in EP2.

Song Replica by I’MIN Scene: Boston asks Nick about CCTV Type: Vocal

Lyrics not in show, Google translated the lyrics.

I wish we were always together Because everything works Feels like day dreaming when I’m with you, I love my life don't disappear my everything The chemistry is like no other too You who were always with me whenever I was having a hard time The moment our eyes met share your thoughts telepathy between the two of us Look at me And no where no where can I find someone like you I recognized you at a glance, you are my replica We don’t need to see each other, to know that we’re on the same wavelength oh yea Why can’t we just meet tomorrow still, you are still looking for me I fall asleep thinking of you every day My heart is beating for you Why why why are you wondering I don’t know what more to expect Of course not You are me, I am you I really don't want to (bad translation, sorry) I'll go see you across the sea I'll do anything, tell me what you want I don't want to be alone again Let's try it first, me and YOLO Yeah I go side by side with you Like an ordinary lover on the weekend want to eat with you There's nothing wrong with what I said Throw away the thought that it won't work Without you, not okay okay To eat well and live well, low key low key It's okay to show all your heart I endured enough, it's unfair Baby I can feel it with you, Maybe you feel the same with me, too

This whole song hurts so much, unrequited love, maybe even obsession over someone who the singer thinks of as a replica.

It’s a simple scene, Boston comes to ask about cameras for the Hostel, and this cute song starts playing as they discuss security cameras. Nick brings up sound recording 3 times, Boston saying no each time, and Nick accuses him of not being interested in education.

Nick might be disappointed in Boston not wanting to share in what he likes. This is a maybe for me.

Nick wanted Boston to not just rely on him for camera stuff, wanting Boston to do some work on his own. This feels weak to me.

Nick is disappointed in Boston not wanting to be “educated” by spying on people. Nick is seeing himself in Boston, just like he tells Top in ep4. This is the second song that’s brought it up. So what in Boston is he seeing of himself? This is the explanation I like the most.

Boston is heavy handed with his manipulation, Nick is softer, quieter, quite literally. But they’re still out to get to their goal, they’re both obsessed. Boston uses mostly video surveillance, Nick uses sound, but I would not be surprised if he’d use anything he can get his hands on. Whatever is best for the situation.

Nick is trying to stretch Boston's morals, no matter what the education comment means. He tries three times to convince Boston to use sound recording. As @rocketturtle4 said, "He is trying to lead Boston astray." And I agree. Nick is soft, Boston is loud.

Song: ร้ายก็รัก by Joey Boy Scene: Top and Mew at the disco Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

Every time I watch dramas on TV There are some parts I can never be In the dramas, there are good guys walking around They must be the ones you fantasize about Back to reality, they and I have nothing alike Everyone regards me as a bad guy I guess good guys only exist in fairy tales I’m a villain, no matter how much I love you, I must die eventually, I guess good guys only exist in fairy tales I’m a villain, no matter how much I love you, I must die eventually, In the end, he’s the one who has your love, Though I’m bad and unruly, I love you dearly, I might not look decent but God destined me to be I wanna be a hero, but a villain is my role

Putting in what was heard in the show because the rest is much the same, I’m going to say I don’t have enough information on this. It looks like Top is letting down his barriers and is enjoying his time with Mew. This is a song I’d love to come back to in the future.

[2/4]

Song: All to myself by spring gang Scene: Top and Mew at silent disco, Beam comes to say hi. Type: Vocal

No lyrics in show, but the song lyrics are:

If I can’t be with you, I’d rather be by myself No, I can’t lie, I don’t want anybody else Those happy days, that we once knew So long ago, they still make me blue I want you right right right now If I could show you somehow How much you mean to me If you could only see Baby you know what I want, and nobody else No one but you Can make me feel the way I do All that I want is to have you to myself No one but you Can make me feel the way I do I lose myself when I think about you I search within, and I want you to find me I want you right right right now I want you right right right now If I could show you somehow How much you mean to me If you could only see

Watching this scene “knowing” Beam is a dealer, not a lover, makes me think Beam knows Mew is a potential partner, and he wants to mess with Top. Beam “I’m taking care of you well in and out of bed” Beam knows what he’s doing and I don’t think Top told the whole truth. I think there is more to Beam and Top's relationship.

Is the song from Beam and Mew’s perspective? This interaction did mess with Mew(and me)

Another option is the song is from Top’s point of view, a version of Top who wants to date Mew, but is being made into a villain who Mew has to hold at a distance.

I do want to say Top starts calling Mew his boyfriend after this at the Pool party. Although that was in front of Ray, who he was feeling threatened by.

Song: Eyes in the back of my head (again) Scene: Boston helping nick move Type: Vocal

Stripped down song, no lyrics, but the song ends with:

I can see the future so vivid, I think it's 3D Stay the night forever and ever, I think I'm needy Bein' my reflection, my mirror, I know you see me See me Need me Easy Hug me Love me Trust me Love me Love me

The song starts after Nick says “Besides, if I stay home, I can’t bring people over, right?”

He’s happy, he’s thinking about making sure he can be around Boston, he’s thinking about the future.

Song: Way out of New Orleans Scene: Sand and Ray making food Type: Playful

We start off with a double entendre.

Ray- “I’m hungry. Can I eat too?” Music starts here, guitar repeating a few times, joined by keyboard.

Sand- “Is there any duty I haven’t done for you? I’m your driver, drinking buddy, and shrink. And now I’m your chief?”

“There’s one more duty you haven’t said.”

“It’s a one-time thing. It doesn’t count.”

“It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing. I can eat more. It’s delicious.” Ray brings the food parallels back and starts the drums and bass.

“If you want to eat, help out. I’m sure you’ll love my Railway Fried Rice.” The guitar finally moves and starts to play a melody here.

Song: Don’t let me be this way by Sleepaway Camp Scene: Ray and Sand are eating Railway Riced Type: Vocal

lyrics in the show:

Using a tapestry As a map only leads To pattern Rеcognition

Full Lyrics:

I go to bed early And I hope when I Wake in the morning I'm someone different And I wake up And do the same things I Did the day before I'm losing it Oh God please don't Don't let me be this way, I Can't breathe, I can't I can't communicate, I Find every way To start another day and How many more Cycles before I Fade? Let me plot it out Let me steam away All the wrinkles In this fabric Using a tapestry As a map only leads To pattern Rеcognition I need an intervention And still Still it goes It goes and goes And still Still it goes It goes and goes And still Still it goes

As Ray and Sand are eating together, they continue the food innuendo. “It’s so good, I guess I have to eat it more often.” Sand replies “what is this? You’re not my special one. I don’t have to cook for you repeatedly” The music starts here, a bassline just repeating a riff. Sand reminds Ray again that they are not together, and that he said it was a one time thing.

“I’m not special yet?”

“We’re only friends. Friends who slept together.”

“That’s right. What? You think I want you as my boyfriend? Of course not. I just like to tease you. I like your stupid reaction.”

“You asshole. If you want a boyfriend, get yourself a boyfriend. Stop messing with me.”

As Sand walks away, Ray grabs his hand, and the music changes, we get rhythm guitar and wordless vocals. “Hey, Seriously, Are you ok with this?” More guitar as sand replies “Yeah, You’re happy, I’m happy. We don’t develop it. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Another change in guitar melody with “But I still want to talk to you” Sand reminds Ray, “I can differentiate between love and sex.” As they settle out the rest of it the music goes quieter again. Until Ray says “Finger-licking good.” and walks away, and we finally get the lyrics.

Stuck in a cycle, going around and around, we’re back at just friends, separating love and sex, Ray going off after flustering Sand “Finger licking good” “Priceless Night” They’re both making the same mistakes, Sand falling in love, saying he can separate love and sex. Ray falls for the person who saves him.

They can’t get unstuck from the cycle, they can't communicate, but every time they go around this cycle, they might hope that it’ll be different.

Ray himself is stuck in a cycle with his mom’s death and falling in love with his savior. Sand might also be stuck in his own cycle with the baggage of his ex and Top.

Song: The Jealousy song (The one I don't know the real name to) Scene: Nick looking up Top and Boston's instagram

Not a lot to point out. Boston is the first to comment on all of Top's post, and Top is horrible with captions. "My cribs"? really?

Continue to EP 3 part 2

Master list

#Only friends meta #Only friends the series #ofts #only friends #only friends music #only friends ost #Plant's OFTS Music #soundcloud #Spotify

21 notes · View notes

t4tvglow · 5 days ago

Note

Sorry if you've been asked this before or if it's too personal, but are you microdosing T or taking a 'standard' amount? I'm just asking because I'm a trans masc butch and I've thought about going on T, but I don't know if I want to micro dose or go with a more standard dosage. I have a lot of anxiety about the whole thing for many reasons! No need to answer if it's too personal. I hope all goes well with your job applications!

not too personal at all! gonna ramble a bit (also thank you!)

so i started T in 2020 after i got my top surgery (which was on destiel day... imagine waking up to That. whee!) pretty unorthodox way of doing things, but alas. started small of course, eventually worked my way up to the max dosage of 0.5, but then my blood started doing weird shit (it can raise your hematocrit and such, people with higher T levels can have more cardiac and blood stuff going on sometimes, just like E can affect your bones) so i had to be brought down incrementally until i was at fucking. 0.2 for fuck's sake.

after donating blood, i actually managed to get my hematocrit down to a nice regular number and bumped back up to like, 0.25-0.3, which is where i'm at now! it's a middling dose, but i take it every week. i try to do wednesdays so that my midcycle is a saturday, when i have more time to go to the doctor and get checked out. but also lately, i have been apathetic and lazy and Not Smart, so it's been anywhere from thurs to sat, lol. Don't Be Like Me.

so, really, there are a bunch of reasons a person might take a lower dose or not, you gotta go to your checkups and make sure everything else is in working order. nobody wants funky blood.

i totally understand your concerns, though. i'm about to say some Stuff but please do Not take my own flippity floppy feelings as me trying to discourage you from doing this; the benefits CAN outweigh the things that being Not A Man, Strictly™ can make feel kind of weird. every single person who transitions is going to feel different ways about the different aspects of how it changes your body and how it makes you feel is going to be personal, don't let anyone's mixed feelings influence your own true feelings and desires.

i'm personally torn between whether i think the lower dose i'm on is a good thing or a bad thing, because i am personally struggling with my transition right now and with feeling "attractive" (though for me a ton of that is internalized fatphobia more than being read as a guy)

so some part of me is like "let me go on the dose that'll make the changes happen Faster so i can lean into being more masc!" but then my nonbinary butch ass goes "but wait not too much" so it's like. uuuugh. it's not easy right now. but i don't know that stopping would make me feel better, especially because i do Not want my period back 🩷 lol!!!! like I do not want to Detransition necessarily, but sometimes i wish i read more as A Butch like i used to beforehand.

that's likely just because my personal life has led me to let other people think i'm a guy so they'll use my pronouns, though. people still ma'am me, my voice hasn't changed so drastically that people hear it as a man's voice yet, it just kind of Outs Me As Trans. totally destroyed my singing voice, too, which i do lament.

but overall i prefer my voice this way in the grand scheme, and i LOVE my body hair i am absolutely THRILLED by the body hair it's so much more comfortable this way and it feels sexy. the acne can be hard sometimes, but it gets easier. prepare for butt hair also that's one of the weird ones lmao and Scents changing can throw you off but you get used to it. it also impacted my hairline? but not too bad. my face shape Definitely changed like if i showed you a picture of pre transition me you'd be like "is that your cousin" because she is NOT me. i was very fem for a long time. had a short window of embracing being butch while i still had tits and felt really good. i don't regret my top surgery necessarily as much as I know that NEITHER option would make my nonbinary ass fully happy. i'd always, to some extent, long for the opposite of whatever i had going on.

shame we can't just take tits on and off. cmoooooon.

but yeah so that's my Journey and Current Place with testosterone. it's not the perfect happy story i wish i could give, but i wanted to be honest about how complex transition can be and how many things factor into how we can feel about it.

for me, fatphobia and a lifetime of comparing myself to women and always being insecure about how i look no matter what stage of my life i'm in kind of overtakes the joys sometimes, but that's just ME. that's my mental hangups and my things i need to unlearn, not a universal thing that will make Everyone regretful or upset.

there ARE joys, there are so many wonderful things about being on T, and i think if you've been thinking about it for a while and have things you want to see change, i say go for it! you only live once.

so! most important thing: you could always start by microdosing, and if you decide you wanna accelerate it, talk to your doctor! the same goes for if you ever wanna go back to a smaller dose. nothing is set in stone, it's a very fluid process that you can take at your own pace and you can start and stop (safely, by tapering) whenever you want!

i am sorry i ranted so much, there's a lot of this that i haven't gotten off my chest until now, hahaha. i genuinely hope this didn't disappoint or discourage you. transitioning medically has definitely changed my life in a multitude of ways, and there are some checks and balances to it, but at the end of the day, i'm making a new me! and that's a wonderful thing imo

best of luck with your decision! take your time, and just remember that if you're Super Happy, you can crank it up, and if you're not, you can dial it back down! very flexible. i hope you settle on an option that works for you and brings you so much happiness and excitement and comfort and peace 🩷

#asks #anon #gender tag

4 notes · View notes

csvent-2 · 3 months ago

Note

Genuinely I wish that the succubun mods knew that their incessant desire to remove any sort of artistic expression from their species by denying every non-GA design (because we know that the GAs get away with it easily) that's even slightly different from their cookie-cutter rules is actually incredibly off-putting.

I'm pretty new to the species and have already had two designs denied for stylistic reasons (i.e. that's how I draw buns in my art style, and it's close enough to what everyone else in the community does that it should be acceptable) that are pretty small and not even noticeable when I ask other community members/friends about it. I've even checked the current MYO and "official" masterlists and my buns look exactly like the vast majority of ones on there. Is it really that important that they have a tail that's 1cm thinner than how I drew it or a body that's only a few pixels shorter?

What is their end goal? Part of me thinks that Yves and Luca do this just so that they can discourage people from making MYOs, which would keep the species "pure" and only contain designs that they like.... because honestly it really is discouraging to new community members like myself who were genuinely interested in the species but are now having to jump through several hoops again and again just to get an MYO approved. It does make me want to leave the community and trash my designs, and I think that may be intentional.

It's pretty clear to me from other confessions on this blog that the owners actually really don't care about the community members (remember the anon that pointed out when they complained publicly about the community? I do). I just wish that the community members would stop sucking up to Luca and Yves just because they're afraid to speak out about these things. The species needs some new owners who are willing to listen to the community and make changes that would benefit the general members, not just the GAs and mods, because right now it feels very much like the GAs, mods, and owners are all in this fun little clique and have no disregard for the general members whatsoever.

🌸

#succubuns #csvent #closed species venting

5 notes · View notes

art-lover-genderhater · 1 year ago

Note

I bought sensible clothes

I wear boots or sneaker shoes

I no longer wear makeup or hijab

It’s a lot more freeing and I feel so much happier

but I just can’t knock of the feeling that I look masculine 🥲. I feel out of place kinda. Any advice??

Oh, my sweet love. Alright, my response will be long. Because I wish I could give you a hug and because I think know what you're feeling and I think its something that all women feel at some point: I have failed in my femininity. But you MUST keep reminding yourself that you cannot fail what is inherent. You are a female and thus all the things you do are feminine. All that every woman on earth has ever done is feminine and it takes a while to shift your own internal ideas of what make a woman…womanly. It is definitely difficult because we've contorted this idea of “femininity” to be one of a meek, selfless, hairless, thin, sexy, gentle object for men's benefit. ( “Femininity pleases men because it makes them appear more masculine by contrast; and, in truth, conferring an extra portion of unearned gender distinction on men, an unchallenged space in which to breathe freely and feel stronger, wiser, more competent, is femininity’s special gift. A major purpose of femininity is to mystify or minimize the functional aspects of a woman’s mind and body that are indistinguishable from a man’s.- Femininity, Susan Brownmiller ”). We in are actively encouraged to be nothing but meek and sexually viable habitually by all of those around us and are rewarded for compliance or made pariahs for ‘disobedience’. (Sonia Johnson so aptly said in ‘Losing our Minds ’ "Women are strong adult human beings. There must be daily reminders, daily terrors to keep us in our place.”)

But. You must do something very difficult for a while now – you must just exist. This is difficult because it is not something girls and woman are taught to do (“Women learn to exhibit, rather than inhabit their bodies” said Carol J. Adams, in The Pornography of Meat). You need to make a daily practice of being at the very least NEUTRAL about your body. Your body is really just trying to do its job of keeping you, sweetest lovely, functioning day after day and has never done anything out of malice, ever. That deserves even a little bit of tenderness, no? For the soft collection that is there for absolutely every moment you have ever had?

When I need a reminder I do a body check-in, thank it, and touch it and take a deep breath. These breasts amazingly store fat and make you more likely to survive starvation. Your arms can lift wood or carry a squealing niece or nephew. The hair around your lips, nose, arms, armpits, and between your labia all are working hard - catching pollen and bacteria and dust, regulating your body temperature, and alerting you when a little bug lands on you. On the sickest day of your life your heart was beating extra fast to get more oxygen to your lungs. When you had the happiest, most joyous belly-aching laughs with friends your belly was there jiggling along, your vocal cords let them know you enjoy their company so much you have to holler, and your tear ducts released tears to keep your hormone equilibrium in check because there was so much dopamine running through your body. Your lips and mouth gathered the most delicious, luxurious and abundant meals you have ever had, and your skin was extra sensitive to the sensations of the blanket on the coldest, most lonely days when you felt like dirt. Hands switched on the stove and stirred the pot and put a hand on a friend’s shoulder in assurance and examined the dirt and bugs when you were a baby and glorious thighs help you climb trees and jump over streams and they even slump and fall into relaxation on grass when you do.

The woman around me remind me I exist to be more than the adjective feminine. My aunt is fat and confident and takes up space and has a laugh so loud it fills the room. Its commanding and so fucking glorious when she laughs that I can’t help but feel her palpable joy. My sister lets her gray hairs curl just fall around her face with such ease and grace its almost comforting to see. She loves that she’s survived this long. My mother has arms that are sun-freckled and a little flabby but make for hugs are so soft because her body is soft and her face has wrinkles around her mouth where she’s smiled for years and her cheeks have a little bit of fuzz like a peach and and I love love love rubbing my cheeks against hers because it makes me feel like a child again and it feels extra lovely and it smells just like mom. And she has a mole on her forehead EXACTLY where my grandmother has it and exactly where I have it! Mole triplets! And I think that’s just so amazing? Her body makes me happy because she’s in it, around it, full of it, its just her and I love that lady. She’s a woman who is grown and loving and practical and she’s engaged with the world flab and lip moustache and all and it makes me see myself, my body, as my loyal companion in experience. We’ll grow more comfortable and generous and forgiving with ourselves with time, I think. In the mean time I promise, like practice, it gets better.. There will be off days, but gradually you feel whole and full and joyous like a cat that stretches or a dog rolling in grass on its back with its tongue out. Who cares about leg hair when you are enjoying the feel of sand and sun on your bum and salty ocean air in your nostrils at the beach? You are just here, experiencing. And you will give the other woman around you permission to do the same. You will even attract like-minded women into your life who laugh and sweat and argue and play and exist freely. Good luck on your journey, you lovely womanly woman , you :)

As a more practical extra:

I’ve been more purposeful of consuming content by woman focused on cool projects, not just makeup reviews or some shit e.g. this creator HannahLeeDuggan: who lives off-grid and take you along as she lives by herself, in a cabin and soemtimes in her van, but she also shows you how to make paper, how she builds shelving, cabinets, and fixes up her entire off-grid cabin by hand! There are also other cool creators like Haphazard Homestead: who teaches one to forage and identity plants that are edible or medicinal! So freaking amazing.

Remind yourself modern rituals of femininity are harmful & you deserve better: Corsets are dangerous, makeup contains shit so chemically dense and horrible for your most precious organ and protector against diseases (the skin), heels are TERRIBLE for your feet and stretch and hurt bone and muscle, shaving and waxing irritate the skin and put you at a higher risk of vaginal infection and diseases or overall cold-related illnesses,

Indulge and surround yourself with some art of women just existing, or doing normal like exercise or thinking (See one of my favourites Jenna Gribbon “Wrestlers” Series, Oil on Linen, 2019)

Maybe come back to some poems to help from women who came before:) My favourites are Mary Oliver- Wild Geese with that famous reminder that “you do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only need to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves”, Sandra Cisernos ‘At Fifty I am Startled to Find I Am in My Splendor’ (which makes me smile every time with how joyously she finds her lovely plump body "Solid, stout, bottom planted, firmly and without a doubt, filled to the brim I am.”) and Sara Kaye- The Type which has one f my favourite lines ever- “you are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat, you are not made of metaphors”)

9 notes · View notes