#i'm thinking that they haven't slept together yet but are really close friends

[missmiscry]

" knock knock " dylan walked into glenn's apartment as if it was her own, that was the level of trust that they both shared. " got you a couple song ideas, maybe we can work on them if you are in the mood ? " she asked while offering a friendly smile as she walked in to the same room as she was in. / @intimaecys 2/?

[slackerlifewhere]

random thought #4: no romance

I appreciate that the author doesn't add a romantic subplot for her characters just because they're of the opposite sex.

Like Cage and Taylor who, if this is a tv show, would've immediately been tagged as a couple even if they're just good friends. They're the best of friends who really care deeply for each other and right from the start, I never saw their bond as a romantic one. It's special since they understand each other so well because of their burdens and similar sense of humor. Like imagine how devastated Cage must've been in TBoaH. It must've been like losing a part of herself, her other half.

Yeah, I can see the idea that they can be a couple but it's so nice to see that the author just focuses on their friendship throughout the first part of TCF instead.

Then there's that time when Cale had Rosalyn and Choi Han help out Lock.

Cale clapped once, before pointing at Choi Han and Rosalyn.

“That is why we will pretend that you are the mother and father, or, if you do not like that scenario, then you shall be the older brother and older sister. You two will need to figure out how to protect him.”

- Chapter 30: You

I love the fact that Cale just gives them options to choose from so they can feel comfortable with each other. Especially since he knows they literally just met a few days ago. I also think that they just give off sibling vibes. Like Rosalyn and Choi Han never gave off anything else but friendship or family vibes and it's just so nice to see it happen.

I don't hate romance, okay? I actually love them. That is, when I look for that specific genre. If I'm not looking for it and it's there, I usually feel annoyed. Sometimes, it's not tagged but it still happens in the story.

I just find it exhausting at times when novels or tv shows push for romance when there's no need or reason for it. Especially the love at first sight trope. That one just aggravates me.

Like they can explore how close two characters are without putting a romantic context to it. In fact, the "romance" that we get in TCF are mostly from Deruth and Violan and from Deruth and Jour. It can't be said it's romance either since the focus on them is about the whole family instead. Other characters never show any sign of being in love with someone either.

And I also love the fact that Cale, the main character, doesn't have a romantic relationship throughout the whole first book. He has no time for one since he's in the middle of a war, he's focused on protecting his friends and family, and he's busy fighting some crazy bastards. He never looked at another person and thought he was in love.

If Yoo Ryeo Han ever adds romance later on, ✨I still hope she doesn't✨, it's easier to accept since I know these characters are close to each other. They've been together since the beginning. They bonded and experienced a lot of good and bad things together. Although it'll be weird to me...

[On an unrelated note: If this whole post looks weird, it's because I haven't slept yet]

[bteezxyewriter12]

Competition

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Som much sex, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, cum eating, semi public sex (getting caught), dacryphilia, dirty talk, wall sex, floor sex, cock riding, sex from behind, missionary, rough sex, slow sex, tummy bulge, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Yoongi POV

Walking into the dressing room, I find my best friend across it, whispering with Hobi

I roll my eyes as I walk towards her

I've been looking for her for ten minutes

She wasn't answering her phone and now I see why

"You really giving me a hard time?", Hobi says to her as I get closer

They're both so engrossed in their conversation they don't see me coming

"It was a one time thing Hobi", she answers

My curiosity is piqued

What was a one time thing?

He snorts, "Right. That's why I slept over and we kept fucking right?"

Shock enters my system at his words

They kept what?

Did he say fucking?

What the fuck, they slept together?

When?

"That's why you were crying, begging for my tongue over and over, coming in my mouth again and again", he says, "Because it was a one time thing"

She was begging for him?

No way

An insane amount of jealous explodes in my veins

"Look Hobi, yeah you're good ok. And I'll admit it, no one has gone down on me as good as you ok"

Bullshit

He is not better at oral than I am

I'm the king of oral

I've never gotten any complaints, in fact all I've gotten is praise and begged to keep going

There's no fucking way he's better

No way

"And you did fuck me really good. But that's all it was. Sex. And I'm not sure it would be a good idea for us to keep fucking"

"Why not? I'm attracted to you and you're obviously attracted to me. I know what it would be. Just sex. A friend's with benefits thing. I'm game for it"

Friends with benefits?

When the fuck did he think of that situation?

"Friends with benefits?", she repeats

No, not happening

He can't have her

He can't

Lately my feelings towards her have changed

To where I see her more than a friend

But as a fuck buddy or a girlfriend I haven't figured out yet

But I want to be around her all the time, spend time with her

And if she does this friends with benefits thing with Hobi then I'll never know

But there's one thing I know for sure

I can eat her out and fuck her better than he ever could

"Let me know", he says to her then leaves, going towards a makeup artist

She shakes her head, then turns to me, jumping when she sees me a few feet behind her

"Oh hey Yoongi", she says nervously

And I make up my mind

"I have to talk to you", I say

"Oh, yeah ok", she agrees

"Come on"

She follows me out of the dressing room and I go into the first empty room I find

She enters and I take a breath as I close the door

"You slept with Hobi?", I ask, turning around

Her eyes widen, "You heard"

"I mean you guys were talking about it in the middle of the dressing room and you weren't exactly whispering"

"I uh...yeah. I did"

"When?"

"Uh last week"

Just last week?

Where the fuck was I?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs, looking down, "I don't know. I guess I was worried you'd be mad"

The thing is I'm not mad

Or maybe I am but at the moment the biggest thing I feel is jealousy

"I heard him...brag about his skills"

Her face turns red, "Yeah, I didn't know he was a bragger like that"

And it's now I decided to take the plunge

"I can do it better than him"

Her eyes snap to mine, complete shock in them

"Uh...what?"

"I can do what he did better", I say, holding eye contact, "I can eat you out better. I can fuck you better. I can make you feel better"

Her mouth drops, "What the hell Yoongi? It's not a competition"

But it is

Hobi unknowingly started a competition because of my feelings for her

If I didn't have feelings for her, I wouldn't care if she slept with him

But I care

"I can show you I'm better", I tell her

"I..uh...I....uh..", she trails off, "I uh...I don't know if we should do this"

She's hesitating but she wants to

If she didn't she would of said no immediately

"Do you trust me?"

She looks at me sharply, "Of course Yoongi. That's not even a question"

"So trust me now"

She hesitates for a split second, then nods, "I do. Ok"

Her words sink in and I stride right to her, crashing my lips against hers in a searing kiss that takes my breath away and lights a fire inside me

Her arms move around my neck and it feels so right

I move my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as she can get, my tongue against hers, my body screaming for hers

As I kiss her, I undo her jeans, slipping my hands under the waistband of them and her panties

Breaking the kiss, I kneel down on my knees, pulling everything off her, my eyes on her small pussy

So pretty, fuck

"Yoongi, oh fuck", she moans when I lick her small clit, feeling it spasm

Fuck, I like that

Pushing her legs open, I push my tongue on her, licking up her cunt slowly, feeling her on my entire tongue, taking in how she tastes

And fuck she's good, so sweet, like fucking candy

How she tastes this good I don't know but I'm glad she does

"Yoongi, oh my fucking god", she moans as my tongue continues to pleasure her

I move the tip of my tongue up in-between her slit, her swollen lips parting for my tongue, her juice all over my mouth, dripping down to my neck

"Mmm", I moan, moving one of her legs over my shoulder, pushing my face deeper into her cunt, my tongue flying up and down

My god, I can't get enough of eating her cunt

It's just everything, the feel of her, the taste, the scent, she's intoxicating

Circling her hole, I tease her, feeling her legs shake under my hands, hearing her cute whines

Dragging it out a few more times, I finally plunge my tongue in her cunt, the immediate clenching sending pleasure down to my hard cock

Licking out of her hole, I run my tongue all the way up, flicking her clit when I get there

"Oh my god, Yoongi!"

Chuckling, I run my tongue down and wiggle back into her pulsing hole, moaning into her

Her hand snakes down to my hair, grabbing a fist full as she moves her hips, fucking her pussy on my tongue

I'm so here for it, gripping her ass hard and I move my tongue all over her- in her hole, between her swollen lips, over her clit, everywhere my tongue touches I lick her

Rolling my tongue over her clit again, she moans, "There Yoongi"

I press my tongue against her pulsing clit, massaging it as her shouts of pleasure fill the room

I'm enjoying this so much, it's actually insane

I don't think I've ever liked going down on someone as much as I do right now

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tug and play, her pussy gushing all over me, drowning me and I love it

I slurp on her clit like my life depends on it, reveling in the constant throbs against my tongue

"Yoongi", she moans, my name sounding so pretty in her voice

Her hand tightens in my hair, her hips desperately snapping into my face, her legs trembling

I don't stop and the next suck has her screaming my name, coming hard

Dropping my tongue down, I shove it up her cunt, letting her cum around it while I use my fingers to rub her clit

"Yoongi, oh my god. Yoongi!", she whines, her pussy clenching my tongue over and over

I can't wait to feel her clench my cock like this

I swallow all her sweet cream, sucking around her hole to make sure I get it all

My mind is blown at how good her cum tastes

I mean it's cum

Shouldn't taste as good as this

Only when she finishes do I pull my tongue out and lick her cunt clean

Pressing my lips to her skin, I kiss up her body, sliding my hand on her cunt, playing with her clit

She shudders against me as I reach her neck, pressing peck after peck to her skin

"You taste so good", I whisper in her ear, burying my fingers in her and starting to move in her tight cunt, "So fucking sweet, like candy"

She moans and fuck, I can't get over how pretty it sounds

"Gonna wanna eat your pussy everyday", I tell her, loving how her body shivers against me, her hand grabbing my arm to hold on, "Gonna let me?"

Moving my thumb to her clit, I play with it while I fuck her with my fingers

"Yes", she whimpers

"Good girl"

Pressing on what I think is her spot, she cries out in pleasure, her hand squeezing my arm harder

Found it

"After you cum on my fingers, I wanna stuff you with my cock"

She makes a soft squeaking sound that's so cute

"I want this tight cunt around my cock. Want these swollen lips wrapped tightly around me. Wanna make your pussy cream around my cock"

"Fff..fuck", she moans

I keep moving my fingers, making sure I press on her spot every thrust in

"Wanna make my best friend cum for my cock", I say lowly

"Oh god"

I smirk as my thumb presses harder into her clit, her pussy throbbing tighter

"Gonna let me fuck you?", I ask

"Yes!", she yells, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Good girl"

Driving my fingers in she moans my name, coming

She floods my hand with cream and I keep fingering her through it

Then I pull my fingers out of her and look in her eyes as I shove my fingers in my mouth, sucking her cream off them

She gapes and I just smirk as I lick her cream from my palm

"Told you I loved the way you taste"

She just nods, her cheeks so red

"Gonna fuck you now"

She nods wordlessly again

Undoing my belt, I kick off my shoes and get my pants and boxers off, so ridiculously excited to be inside my best friend

She pulls my shirt off me, throwing it on the floor as my hands lift her up, her legs wrapping around me

She reaches down between us, aligning my cock to her hole, as she begs, "Please Yoongi. Fuck me. Want you to fuck me"

I can definitely do that

Moving closer, I push into her tiny hole, the pleasure of her stretching around me so fucking intense

"My god, you're fucking tight", I groan, slowly moving inch by inch inside her, her pussy sucking me in slowly and latching on tightly

"Mmm so big Yoongi", she cries, her head leaning against the wall, "Fuck your cock is so fucking big"

I smirk because yeah it is

Never had a complaint about my cock before

Shivers run down my back as I get all inside her, her soaked cunt throbbing so fast around my length

"Fuck Yoongi", she murmurs, her legs tightening around me, "God, your cock fills me so good"

"Yeah well your tiny cunt took me so well baby", I smirk, "Pulling me in like you wanted me inside you"

"I did", she moans, "I do"

"Good jagi. Want you too", I answer, pulling her shirt up and off, her bra following

I eye her big tits, moving one of my hands around one boob, squeezing softly

Pulling my cock out, I slam back inside, her moans fueling me to go faster

I get a fast hard pace going, splitting her cunt wide open, wrecking her

Her pussy takes me perfectly, clenching down as I move back in, her hands plunging in my hair, pulling as she cries out in pleasure

It feels so fucking good and I live for the way her cunt is pulsing and drenching my cock

Thrusting in, I slam into her spot, her pussy gushing juice out, her body arching off the wall

"Yes, there! Oh fuck! There", she cries as I indeed make sure my cock hits her there every single stroke

"Feels good?", I ask

"Yes", she nods, her body shaking in my arms as I fuck her tiny spot relentlessly

"Oh god, oh god", she chants, her eyes wet, a few tears escaping down her face

And that does nothing but turn me on even more

I move my hands up her back, pulling her right against me, her soft sweaty skin against mine, holding her tightly as I increase my thrusts, fucking her hard

And she just cries for more, asking me to go harder

"Yeah baby, cry for my cock", I urge her, watching the tears fall down her face, "Am I fucking you that good?"

"Yes!", she sobs, clinging onto me tightly

"Mmm yes jagi. Let me see those tears. I love it. Crying on your best friend cock, begging to fuck your sweet pussy harder"

"Yes, yes, yes", she whimpers

Fuck, I never had a girl want me this much

Never had a girl cry for me like she's doing

Never had a girl as wet as she is

"Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me. Listen to how good your sweet pussy takes your best friend's cock"

"Mmmhmmmm", she moans, her fingers twisting in my hair, the nails of her other hand digging into my shoulder, pleasure radiating off her body

"Sounds so pretty", I murmur, listening to the arousing sounds

I can listen to that all fucking day

"Yyy..Yoongi", she stammers, her body shaking with each stroke, her pussy impossibly tight around me

"Yeah jagi?", I ask, the pleasure so fucking intense, so goddamn good

"I...I....", she babbles, her eyes closing, her sobs more frequent

I know she's close

I can feel her

"Gonna cream my cock baby?", I tease, listening to her whimpers, "Decorate my cock with your cum?

She bites her lip, nodding

"Good girl", I murmur in her ear, "Cum around my cock baby. I want to feel this little pussy lose it"

"Yoongi!", she shouts, coming at the next thrust in

Her pussy spasms uncontrollably as she clings onto me, pleasure like I never felt before tidal waving into my body

I gasp, the bliss so much I have to try hard to keep standing as she screams my name over and over, her body shaking hard against mine

I've never felt like this from a girl's orgasm

And I'm immediately addicted

Once she finishes, I kneel down on the floor, laying her on the carpet

I can't stand anymore, not after that pleasure

And I need to feel it again but I don't think I can take another of her orgasms without falling

Pushing her legs to her chest, I resume pounding into her little pussy

"Yoongi", she cries, her hands gripping my forearms so tightly

"I need you to cum again", I tell her, watching her swollen pussy lips petal open for me each time my dick slides inside her

"Yeah", she whimpers, taking the pounding I'm giving her, her pretty body soaked in sweat

Leaning down, I lay my tongue on her stomach and lick up to her neck, her sweat tasting so fucking good

I think anything on her will taste good

"So good baby", I smirk, sitting back up and destroying her little pussy

She whimpers, her eyes on mine

"Oh my fucking god!", I hear

Snapping my head up to the door, I glare at Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung, standing in the doorway, each one with shock on their face

When the fuck did the door open?

"Get out", I growl, stopping but still buried inside her, her begging for more

"I..uh..the shoot", Jungkook starts, his eyes wide as plates

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she cries under me

"Oh my god", Tae mutters

"Get out!", I shout, making them jump

"Sorry!", Jimin yells, grabbing the door handle and slamming it closed

"Yoongi", she moans and I forget what happened, continuing thrusting into her

Her pussy is so messy, cream all over my cock, a thick ring of it around my base, driving me fucking crazy

"Fuck, look at you creaming my cock like this", I tell her, mesmerized, "Pretty little cunt swallowing my big cock so eagerly"

She nods, moaning, "Feels so good Yoongi. Fuck, more"

"I'll give you more", I growl, driving my cock deep in her hole, "I'll wreck your pussy until I'm the only one you want inside you. Until my cock is the only one you crave"

She nods, her tears so fucking pretty

"Oh yeah, that's what you want?"

"Yes", she whines, "And...and ..and"

"And what?", I demand, "Tell me what you want"

"I wanna swallow your cum", she whimpers

God, that's the dirtiest thing she's ever said to me and it's such a turn on

"Yeah baby?", I smirk, fucking into her harder, my cock throbbing, "Wanna suck my dick?"

She nods, gasping, "Please"

"Ok jagi", I agree, "Cum for me first then you can suck me off"

"Ok. Ok", she whines, more tears streaming down her gorgeous face

Burying inside her again, I hit her spot and watch her tiny hole spasm around my cock as she climaxes

"Yes baby, yes", I groan, ecstacy slamming into me as she screams my name, her pussy working my cock good

I keep moving, fucking her through it absolutely loving pushing through her tight cunt

When she finishes, I pull out, watching my cock and her hole stay connected through a string of her creamy cum

Fuck that is something I've never seen before and can get used to seeing

Moving next to her head, I grab her hair, moving my cock to her mouth

"Open"

She does, letting me push my cock in, her mouth sucking immediately, pleasure running up my spine

"Yes baby, fuck"

She sucks desperately, spit all over the place, her hand moving around my cock not in her mouth, jerking me off at the same time

"Fuck you're mouth is so good", I praise her, watching her push down on my cock more, her sucking driving me crazy, "You gonna take all of me?"

She nods, her gorgeous watery brown eyes looking up at me as she bottoms me out, choking around my length

I pull back a little so I don't hurt her but she shakes her head, going down again

Her throat spasms around my shaft as she swallows repeatedly, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine

"Ccc..can I fuck your throat?", I choke out, so close

She nods, keeping her mouth open for me

Holding her in place by her hair, I pull out then thrust back in, moaning from how utterly good it feels

I move over and over, her throat taking me just as good as her pussy does

I feel small sucking sensations every time I bottom out, awed that she's still blowing me

I watch her as I throat fuck her, listening to her moan around my dick

"I'm gonna cum", I groan, right there, "Gonna swallow all my cum for me?"

"Mmm hmm", she nods want in her brown eyes

That drives me over the edge and I bury my length and spurt my cum down her throat, the ecstasy feeling amazing

True to her word, she swallows eagerly, again and again, milking my cock desperately

"Joanne, fuck, yes good girl", I groan

When I finish, she stops, letting me pull out of her mouth

She closes her eyes, breathing hard

I sit next to her, running my fingers in her hair, breathing hard myself

This was seriously the best sex I ever hand

And my best friend gave it to me

Mind blown

After a minute, her eyes open and she struggles to sit up

I help her, her eyes slowly moving up to mine

I smile at her bewildered look, then lean down and kiss her

I don't know why I'm doing it, it just feels right

Breaking away, she says, "I think you're really late for the photo shoot"

I chuckle, "Yeah. Guess I should get going"

She nods

I stand up then help her up and we start the task of getting our clothes back on

Right before we're about to leave the room, I stop her

For some reason I don't want to be apart from her

I don't think about it as I ask, "Wanna come over after the photo shoot?"

She raises her eyebrow but smirks, "Yeah"

Then she walks out of the room

Ok then

I smile as I follow her

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"Off now", she demands between kisses, her hands pulling at my boxers

As soon as I parked my car and we got into the apartment we're all over each other

It wasn't even a second inside before our lips were glued to each other's

We somehow managed to get into the living room, clothes strewn along the path we took

She drops my boxers and I step out of them, then start pulling her panties down

Kicking them off, she bangs her leg into the coffee table, groaning in my mouth

"Are you ok?", I ask, as she sinks to the floor, her hand against her calf

Kneeling down too, I move her hand, seeing a bruise already forming

"Jo-"

"Who cares?", she says, on her knees and pulling me back to her lips

Ok well if she doesn't care then I guess she's ok

I kiss her eagerly, just wanting to be back inside her

"Lay down", she says, breaking away from me

"Uh-", I start

"Lay down", she says, pushing me back, "I want to ride your dick"

Oh well ok then

I lay down, moving my legs under the coffee table

She immediately climbs in my lap and I'm hit with her gorgeous body that I neglected to look at before

I was too busy feeling and looking at her cunt

But goddamn her body is fucking gorgeous

Perfect

With huge boobs

She spreads her legs wide, her feet flat on the floor, her hand holding my dick up

Her hole is already leaking, some of it dripping to my tip, turning me on so much more

She aligns me to her hole, sinking down on my head

"Fuck", I moan, watching her sit more and more on my cock, the familiar tugging of her pussy so good

As soon as she bottoms me out, she's already moving, sliding up and down my dick, throwing my entire body into bliss

"Yes fuck", she whines, bouncing on my cock so hard, her boobs jiggling so much

Her arms move behind her, her elbows on the coffee table as she leans against it, riding my dick like no one ever has before

Her tight cunt is creaming my cock so much already, it's all over my lap, not just my dick

Her legs are spread so wide, I have an amazing view of her hole splitting open as she takes me back in, her swollen lips wrapped beautifully around my length

Her head falls back, her bounces so fast, hard as she moans so erotically

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes Yoongi. Oh my god Yoongi"

Hearing her moaning my name is such a fucking turn on

I want to hear it over and over, her voice so beautiful calling me

Her chest is heaving, beads of sweat trailing down her body towards her tiny pussy

She picks up her head, looking at me, lust in her eyes, her sweaty hair clinging to her body

Fucking ethereal

The sound of our skin slapping each other mixes with the loud squelching sound her drenched cunt makes when she takes me back in, making pornographic music sounding in the room

Add her moans to that and it's something I can listen to forever

"Yoongi!", she yells, "I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum"

Somehow her bounces become more rapid, more wild, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

"Can I cum on your cock?", she cries, "Please, wanna cum on your cock"

"Yes jagi. Fuck, cum for me", I shout, wanting to feel that ecstacy again

"Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!", she screams

Her body stiffens and shakes as she orgasms, squirt pouring from her cunt like a waterfall, completely soaking me

Her screams are beautiful and watching her cum is amazing as pure pleasure slams into my body

"Oh fuck", I moan, her cunt pulsing hard around my cock

"Again", she cries, as she finishes

Slipping down my dick, bottoming me out, she grinds against me, my head rubbing against her spot, "Again, Yoongi again"

"Yeah baby. Go ahead", I urge her

Her hips move quickly, hypnotically in a circular motion and I can't take my eyes away from her

As she grinds on me, her cunt spams hard around my cock, sending spikes of pleasure through my body

"Yes, yes fuck", she murmurs, her eyes closed, leaning back as she moves, "Fuck such a good cock. So fucking fat, so big. So fucking hard"

My mind explodes hearing her talk about my dick

"You like my cock jagi?", I ask, leaning up on my arms so I can sit up slightly and watch her better

"Love your cock Yoongi. Fuck, opens my pussy so well", she moans, her circles getting faster, "Love having your cock inside my pussy"

"I love being there", I assure her

Her fluttering around my length is getting faster, she's close

Leaning forward, I press my fingers to her clit, feeling it throb as I rub

"Yes, oh god", she cries, soaking me more

"Cream my cock baby", I murmur, "Make a pretty fucking mess"

"Yoongi!", she yells, tightening so much, her head leaning back, exploding all over me, bliss filling me

Her movements stall as she cums but I keep moving my fingers, rubbing her clit to keep her coming

Her cream leaks around us, the sight fucking mesmerizing

"Oh god Yoongi. Yes Yoongi"

Her body relaxes when she finishes, lifting her head and looking at me in amazement

"Good?", I ask

"Amazing", she breathes

"Good"

Pulling her to me, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her wildly

She throws her arms around my neck, her fingers moving in my hair, pulling as she kisses me back

"Need to fuck you", I murmur between kisses

"Yeah Yoongi. Fuck want your cock so bad"

Oh fuck yeah

Pulling her off me, I maneuver her around, getting her to face the table on her knees

Shoving her down on it, I get behind her, shoving my cock inside her waiting cunt

"Yes fuck", she cries as I bottom out, her hands squeezing the edge of the table hard

Pulling my cock almost all the way out, I shove back inside, hitting her spot

"More Yoongi!"

I move quickly, thrusting into her warm pussy over and over, the feel of dragging in and out of her cunt so intense

"Fuck this pussy is perfect", I murmur in her ear, "Swallows my cock so easily. Throbs so greedily for me"

"Yes Yoongi", she whimpers, taking the pounding I'm giving her

Moving my arm around her, I press against her lower stomach, feeling it bulge everytime I fuck into her, driving me crazy

"This pussy takes my cock so deeply", I murmur, "Wants me all inside"

She nods, breathing hard

"You were made for me", I tell her, lost in the pleasure, lost in her

"Yeah Yoongi. I was", she whimpers

Pulling her back against me, I take her hand, moving it to her stomach, making her feel my cock move inside her

"Feel me fuck you jagi", I murmur, keeping my hand on top of hers, "You feel how deep I am inside you?"

"Yes", she shivers, "Fuck, harder Yoongi"

"Harder baby?", I tease

"Harder. I can take it", she groans, leaning her head against my shoulder

"I can fuck you harder baby but you have to cum for me"

"Yes, I will. I promise"

Touching her legs, I spread them wider, speeding up my movements and force, her dripping cunt leaking everywhere

She moans in my ear as I look down, her pretty neck on display and I get a sudden urge

Sliding my hand up her body, I wrap it around her neck, her pussy squeezing the life from me just as that moment

"Mmm is this what you want?", I tease, "You're pussy got so tight as soon as I grabbed your neck"

She moans wordlessly, her eyes closing

"Want to be choked?"

"Yes", she whispers, making my cock throb in excitement

I've done this before with other girls and I know I'm not going to hurt her

I know it's going to feel good for her and she's gonna cum so intensely

"You've been choked before?", I ask

"Yes"

I'm surprised at that, "By who?"

"Hhhh...Hobi"

Jealousy floods my body at his name

"Hobi?"

She nods

"Did he feel as good as me?", I growl

"No...no", she moans, tears running, pleasure all over her face, "Nnn..nobody fff...feels as good as you"

"Did his cock feel as good as mine?"

"No! Fuck no!", she shouts

"Did he fuck you as good as I am?", I demand, slamming into her with each word

"Nnn....oh god Yoongi!", she cries, pleasure hitting me hard as she cums suddenly

Her hands grip my arm, her nails digging into my skin as she rides out her orgasm on my cock

When she finishes, I continue fucking her spot, growling in her ear, "Who fucks you the best? Don't fucking lie to me"

"You do! Oh god you do"

"Are you lying?"

"Nnn..no! Yoongi no!", she sobs, "You're the best. Fuck you're the best!"

"Damn right"

"Please", she cries, "Wanna cum"

"Again? You already came so much. Such a greedy cunt"

She nods, "Wanna cum on your cock. Want ..want .want...."

"What jagi? What do you want? Tell me"

"Want you to cum deep inside me", she wails, shocking me, "Please Yoongi. Wanna feel your cum in my pussy. Please"

"You'll get it baby", I promise her, "First you have to cum around my cock one more time"

She nods, hiccuping, "Ooo...ok. Choke me please"

I comply, squeezing her neck as I pound into her sweet pussy

Letting go, I let her breath then choke her again

Her cunt tightens, pulsing so hard, making me groan in pleasure, "Yes fuck. Good pussy"

Loosing my hand, she breathes, then I cut her air off again, pushing through her tightness, feeling each throb acutely against my cock

Her body shakes against me, her nails digging into my arm as she cums, feeling her pussy crying cream

When I let go of her neck, my name breaks the silence as she screams

Her orgasm throws me head first into my own, ecstasy washing over me as I shove my cock deep into her and cum inside her

"Joanne! Fuck jagi!", I yell, feeling her cunt milk my cock as unbelievable pleasure overtakes me, stars bursting in my vision

I've never fucking cum this hard before, my body is fucking shaking

We ride the pleasure together, holding her against me

When we finish, she slumps against me, her head leaning back on my shoulder, her forehead against my neck

I breathe in heavily, keeping her against me so she doesn't fall over

Pulling out, I maneuver so my arm is around her back and my other is under her legs so I can pick her up easily

Standing, I carry her to the bathroom

"Jagi, can you sit up for me?", I ask her as I put her on the sink counter

"Hmmm?", she murmurs, her eyes opening

"Sit up for me baby?"

"Oh, ok", she answers sleepily, sitting up

I still hold on to her because she's swaying but I'm able to reach a hand towel and run it under water

"Open you legs for me baby", I ask her

When she does, I move the towel between them, cleaning her up

I wet my hand and run it through her hair to wipe away some sweat

Taking another towel, I wipe her face, her neck and her chest

When I finish cleaning her up, I clean myself up while still holding on to her

I smile when I look at her, her eyes closed as she sways softly

Pulling her back in my arms, I pick her up again and carry her to my room

Putting her in my bed, I move the blanket over her

"Where... Yoongi...where are we?", she asks, her eyes opening tiredly

"In my room jagi. You're gonna stay with me tonight ok?", I tell her

She nods so sleepily, "Are...are you gonna hold me?"

I smile

Most definitely

But I don't want to seem too eager

"Do you want me too?"

She nods, yawning, "So much. Always want to be in your arms"

I'm shocked hearing her and I wonder if she knows what she's saying

Or if she's just babbling because she's exhausted

I don't know for sure but it sounds as if she's thought about me as more than a friend too

I lift her face to mine, her sleepy eyes gazing into mine

Without thinking, I lean down, pressing my lips to hers

Her hands slide slowly up my chest as she kisses me in the softest, sweetest kiss I've ever had

I fall into her kiss, into the feel of her soft lips against mine

It's everything I didn't know I needed, didn't know I wanted

And I want it with just her

When the kiss ends, she snuggles against me, her head slotted under my chin, her face against my chest

I just smile as I wrap one arm around her, keeping her against me

I run my fingers in her hair with my other hand, feeling the soft strands fall through my fingers

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I say, "Night Jo"

"Night Yoongi", she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my chest

I smile widely as I continue to play with her hair

And it's in this moment, holding her in my arms, cuddling with her that I realize I'm utterly in love with her

It wasn't during sex or eating her out or even hearing about her and Hobi that made me realize it

It's now, in the feeling of how she belongs in my arms, in the feeling of wanting this every night, wanting her next to me every night, in the feeling of not knowing a better way of spending my night than with her that I know I'm in love

And I know, I'll do anything to be with her

Absolutely anything

"I love you", I whisper, fully expecting her to be asleep

"I love you too Yoongi", she murmurs, not opening her eyes

Instead she cuddles into me more and within minutes she's asleep, soft snores coming from her

She has no idea how she just rocked my world

No idea

And I can't wake her up to ask her about it

She's exhausted and she needs sleep

I just hope that I can fall asleep soon so I'm not tortured with thoughts of what will happen tomorrow

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Fingers slowly run in my hair, feeling good as I wake up

I slowly open my eyes, her gorgeous face filling my vision

She's looking at me so lovingly and when she sees I'm awake, she smiles her gorgeous smile

It takes my breath away

She moves closer, kissing me softly

I kiss her back, moving my arms around her, holding her right against me

Her hands move into my hair, her leg going around my waist to get as close to me as possible, the kiss getting heated

Her wet pussy is rubbing against my cock, making me hard

Sliding my hand down her body, I feel her skin tremble against my fingertips

Getting to her ass, I squeeze, pushing her against my dick, my head slipping into her hole

Her hips move down, taking me more inside her and I take that as a cue to move

Pushing my hips forward, I sink into her tight pussy, opening her up on my cock

I slide all the way in, my head against her spot, her body shivering against mine

I pull out then slip back inside her so slowly, feeling every inch of her spreading for me

She moans in my mouth and I swallow it willingly

As I thrust softly into her, I move her on her back, going on top of her

Her hands move to my back, pulling me down, her soft skin flush against mine

Her legs open around my body, letting me thrust into her easier

"Yoongi", she moans between kisses, the sound of my name so pretty in her voice

God, I'm going to want to hear that all the time

I move just a bit faster, still going slow, feeling absolutely everything so acutely

Every clench her pussy does on my length, every gush of juice, every suck pulling me inside her, every inch of her spreading around me

I feel every tremble of her skin, every soft kiss, hear every moan, feel her fingers digging into my back, clinging to me

Her hips move, rolling into mine, meeting my strokes and taking me in deeper

My head hits her spot every thrust, my pelvis rubbing her clit with each move, her pussy getting so tight each time I go in

"Mmm baby", I murmur, both of us moving together, "Feels so good"

She nods, "So good"

I'm in so much pleasure it's insane

I had no idea that slow sex could be so blissful

But of course it's with her

I wouldn't want to feel this way with anyone else

Only her

"Yoongi", she murmurs, so close, her cunt gripping my cock in a vice grip

I am too, the pleasure incredible

Her arms move around my neck, her fingers in my hair, her forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard against each other's lips

I drive my cock into her as she meets me, going in fully

Her body arches as her pussy throbs uncontrollably around my cock, coming all over me as she whimpers my name

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

Ecstacy tidal waves over me, stars blasting in my vision as I spill my cum inside her

"Joanne! Jagi, fuck"

"Yoongi"

God, it feels so fucking amazing

When we finish, I look down at her, her eyes are already on me

Her fingers bunch the back of my hair, her head lifting, her lips against mine again

I fall into her kiss, wanting her in my arms forever

"Yoongi", she murmurs between kisses, "I love you"

Happiness washes over me as her words sink in

And I realize that she was telling me the truth last night

She really loves me

"I love you Jo", I answer between kisses too, "I love you so much"

She breaks the kiss, looking at me so lovingly

"Do you mean it?", she whispers, "Because I don't think I could take it if it's just something you're saying in the moment. I have been waiting for you for a long time. If you don't mean it then tell me right now"

I had no idea that she's been waiting for me

She's had other boyfriends, I didn't think she saw me that way

She never showed me any indication of her having any feelings for me

I didn't know I had feelings for her until recently

But I love her and I'm not letting her think I don't love her

"I mean it Jo", I tell her, "I started having feelings for you recently. As more than a friend. But it wasn't until last night that I realized I'm completely in love with you"

She hesitates, "Was it because we had sex and then you realized it?"

I shake my head, "No baby. It was when I was holding you last night. When I realized how perfect you fit in my arms, how good it felt to hold you. When I realized that I want you with me every night. That I want nothing more than to spend all my free time, all my nights with you. That's when I realized I'm in love with you"

She smiles softly, "I'm in love with you too Yoongi. For a stupidly long time"

I run my fingers in her hair, "I'm sorry I took so long to see you jagi. But I swear, I will make everything up to you. I promise I'll show you how much I love you everyday"

She smiles nodding, "I promise I'll show you how much I love you too naekkeo"

I smile widely, so utterly happy I have her love

Pressing my lips to hers, we settle back into the bed, arms around each other and just kiss

We're not getting out of bed anytime soon

And I wouldn't have it any other way

[vulpixisananimal]

(Self harm scars below the read more!)

(You wake up.)

(The last time you woke up, you got a name.)

(Null.)

(Null, nothing, nobody. Blank slate. Actor. Tool. Whatever. You don't know why you chose it, maybe it's because that's what you are, a nothing.)

(No, not a nothing. You exist now, after all. You curl your fingers, feeling the warm sheet on your body. That's right, you had made it to a bed. You open your eyes.)

(You're alone in a room, big enough, one bed. Looking to your side, you see the signs of a second person who had already gotten up and dressed. You must have slept through it.)

(You look at your hands, you hold them close, stretch them to the ceeling, clasp them together. They're wrong. They're frail, pale, with teltale scars on the wrists. They're not your ams. Sitting up, you see your legs. Shorter, you're short. Your hair is a mess. Your body aches and you haven't even done anything yet. This is the body of somone who spends their life traveling, being sneaky, and couldn't lift a sword to save their life. Yet, it was your body.)

(Null Null Null. . . Where did you come from?)

(You stood up and walked to the window. It was raining. Your memory is mixed, jumbled, confused. On one hand you remember that ever changing house, you remember fighting that person who you couldn't touch, and you remember a play. Many plays.)

(On the other hand, you had memories of a city of bright lights and rain. You could remember the blood, and the tears. You could remember how time bent to your will, how everything slowed around you. You remember the masks, the little girl, that panoramic feeling, and-)

(And you remember that it's all fake.)

(Everything. All those memories. They're not, real. They're of a story, a play, a show. It was a tragic story. One that you loved, or Siffrin loved, as a child. You couldn't remember all of it, but you could remember enough.)

(That's why you're Null.)

(. . . You get dressed. You don't like it. "Your" clothes feel off, distracting, annoying. You don't know how you lived with it before. The hat was distracting, your hair was distracting, the eyepatch was distracting. You hated it, you really, really hated it. You rub your wrist.)

(Come to think of it, you had yet to be "in charge" alone. Finally. Might as well meet the rest of your companions. Companions? Fellow actos? Friends? You'll figure out a good name. You head downstairs.)

(Ah, the common area. There were a few people there, as well as a couple of your companions. Mirabelle was sitting at a table with some plates of food on it, she was writing something, and Isa was chatting with one of the other patrons.)

(Isa was talking to some tall girl with silver hair and a winter coat. At another table were two other people, one with hair down to his shoulders and a cloak, and another with a fancy vest reading a book, they were bickering. Seeing you come down, Isabeau quickly said goodbye and went to Mira's table and waved you over. You join them.)

"Good morning Siffrin!" (Mirabelle says cheerily.)

"Morning." (You say, get into character.) "Did I miss much?"

"Hah! Not at all Sif!" (Isa said, sitting down.) "Sif, right?"

"Yep!" (You lie.) "I slept like a rock."

"I'm not surprised, we had a long day yesterday, eat up!" (Mira said cheerily, oh! The food was for you! It was samosas, you start to eat.)

"Everyones doing their own thing right now." (Isa thought for a second.) "Bonnie's becoming best friends with Jan in the kitchen. Nille wanted to get unpacking properly. Odile. . . I think is still asleep? And Ramos went for a jog."

"Ramos jogs?" (You say, tilting your head.)

"Yup. They're a good runner, better than me." (Isa says.)

(You think back to when you fought them. Upwards of ten times you had to try that fight, they were fast. You roll your eye.) "And they said they weren't strong."

"Exactly!!" (Isabeau waves dramatically.) "It's just mind boggling if you actually get to know them. Sure they're not a hard hitter but that's fine! They're fast! You're like that and you're the strongest here!"

"Yes, it's because I'm fast." (You wave a hand, voice dripping with sarcasm.) "The time loops have nothing to do with it at all."

"W-well--" (Isabeau stumbles over his words.) "I-I mean, you were strong anyways?"

"You flatter me~" (You chuckle, this was fun.) "Who were you talking too, by the way?"

"Oh!" (Isa looks over to the girl with silver hair, she's writing in a notebook.) "She's a traveler, like us! We were swapping stories."

(Hmm, you smelt a lie in there.) "Nothing too personal, I hope."

"O-oh! Of course not no!" (Isa turned back to you.) "Just a friendly conversation."

(You let it go. If needed, you'll interogate her later. You finish up your food and stand up.) "I think I'll go on a walk."

"Didn't we do a lot of that yesterday?" (Isa asks, jokingly.)

"Well, yes, but. . ." (You look off to the side.) "I noticed there's a Favor Tree. I wan't to go see it."

"O-oh, will, will you be alright?" (Mirabelle asks, worried.)

"I'll be fine. No wish making for me, either." (You respond, smiling.)

"Just be careful of the rain, Sif!" (Isa encouraged you. You smile back, say your goodbyes, and head to the door.)

(It was a light rain. A nice rain. You felt the raindrops fall onto your hat, and slide off of your cloak. You stay there for a moment, feeling the rain, hearing the rain. It's nice. You walk towards the Favor Tree.)

(It's up a short hill, a well worn path marking where to walk. It was a large tree, you didn't know what kind. Turning to look behind you, the homestead looked much smaller now that you were further away and above it. How many people have gone through here, you wonder. How many have made their wishes, correct ritual, or not. You don't know, it didn't matter.)

(You stood at the base of the grand tree. It's branches spreading up and around you, engulfing the sky in a natural painting of a lightless night. The rain was gone, here. It was eaten by the leaves and wood above you. It was nice.)

(You had no wish to make. You had no wish you WANTED to make.)

(You sit down at the base of the tree, the soft earth is comfortable beneathe you.)

(Who are you, Null? Who are we.)

(For the first time, you've been able to walk on your own. Talk on your own. You met your companions, even if it wasn't under your own name. You're living in this world. But. . .)

(You close your eyes. To sleep? No, no. You wanted to talk. Talk to them.)

(The book reading one and the cloaked one belong to @fungal--wastes and @neoncityrain)

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

--

God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

[bryce-bucher]

.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #7

Environment AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART:

Finally, I've gotten around to making the environment art for the one level that I've got rn. I've been playing the system shock remake, and I really love how that game creates the illusion of grungy detail that reveals itself to be very low-resolution textures up-close. I knew I wanted the game to look like of grungy for a while now, but I didn't know exactly how I would go about achieving it. I toyed with the idea of layering photocopy textures over everything, but I eventually settled on using low resolution textures that are dithered with web colors. I'm quite happy with how it ended up looking. I think it has a source engineish vibe that reveals itself to be more colorful and strange up-close.

The Textures:

The process for making these is a lot simpler and less time consuming that how I usually make textures. This is mostly because I'm relying a lot more on the baked lighting to make things look good in this particular game, so the textures can get away with being less detailed. I'm mostly just grabbing stuff off of websites like textures.com and adjusting the contrast / coloration before shrinking them down and lowering the color depth. Here are some examples of how they look wowee wow:

Lightinggg:

For this game I'm using baked lighting as opposed to vertex based or realtime. I really like how it looks, and it ends up saving me a lot of time. If you don't know how baked lighting works, basically I place lights around a scene in unity, and then I use anything but unity's built in lightbaker that is bad and sucks (I use bakery) to essentially turn the lighting into a texture map that is placed on the mesh. It turns lights into textures basically. It is a lot more performant than real-time lighting, and it usually looks a lot better as well. With this game's particular art style, everything really ends up coming together with the lighting, and it would look pretty trash without it.

Cameo Skinz:

I've always really liked putting cameos in my stuff from artists that I'm friends with and/or take a lot of inspiration from. In this game, I plan to include a lot of unlockable skins for the player character that are characters from games / animations / whatever that I like. So far I've made a couple to breakup my time working on environment art. Check um out:

This one is Peter Shorts from an upcoming game called You Are Peter Shorts. I loved this dude at first sight and it was the first skin I ended up making. He was really fun to make because he has no body or hands, so I ended up making his head/torso one big thing that is attached to the head bone. You are Peter Shorts is made by the talented ondydev who I don't think I've actually asked permission to include this skin yet. If it doesn't end up in the final game pretend I didn't post about it lol. You should check out their previous game Tres-Bashers if you haven't.

This one is Appy from Brawlers World! Brawlers World is one of those creative projects that is so great that it gives me envy. I'm honestly so excited to be able to have this little dude in my game, and I think he ended up fitting into the art style super well. Those are the only two skins I've made so far. I have a lot more planned including Nova from Anodyne 2, Frog from Jamphibian, Knight of Trye from Knight's Try, Orbo from Peeb Adventures & Orbo's Odyssey, and some characters from my own stuff. They aren't a high priority right now because I have to actually make the game first, but I'll probably make a few here and there to curb burnout, and I'll show them off whenever I do. I am v passionate about the cool shit my peers are making, and I hope other people are too.

Conclusion:

idk it's like 8 am and I haven't slept. I've just been workin a lot while listening to the magnus archives. I guess I can turn this conclusion into me talking about the magnus archives. I'm on episode 197 while writing this so im almost done. It is p cool and I like how much it changes tonally overtime. It really feels like a big long journey, and I like media that can do that kinda thing. It is now a series that I will forever associate with the development of this game considering I listened to it all while working on it. It's kinda funny how that happens. Sometimes I'll be in a location in one of my games and it'll make me think about some video essay or w/e that I was watching while making it. Anyway, have a good day every1 pls tyty

[michelle-is-writing]

Unexpected ch.2, Spencer Reid

Word count: 4.4k~

Read the first part here!

It isn't that hard to lie and say you need an emergency transfer to where your parents live. Thankfully, I'm able to do such a thing and move into a house similar to the last one I had when I lived in Las Vegas. I'm even more thankful to gain a good position at the FBI agency there, but I'm not all too thrilled about having to leave my best friends at Quantico. I knew them for only a short year, but it felt like I knew them forever.

Four months of the same work I once did months before pass, but this time, I've had to do it a bit differently. Instead of being able to travel to other agencies and help review specific cases for them to solve, I'm forced to stay at my agency and continue working there. It turns out the FBI doesn't exactly like their pregnant workers traveling, no matter how far along they are.

In my second month of working, I found out I was pregnant through a sudden spell of vomiting and fever. When one of my co-workers took me to the doctor, they did a blood test, and like any other unsuspecting parent, the news hit me in the face. One night of passion, sadness, and hurt lead to that moment where I was given the two exciting words that I had least expected.

"You're pregnant!"

When I was first given the news, I was excited, and I still am. I've always wanted kids, but I've always wanted to have kids that had a father present in their lives (preferably, in this case, Spencer). Going by the fact that Spencer most likely hates me for my sudden absence from work and leaving in the middle of the night, I can presume he doesn't want anything to do with our baby. Who would? But at the same time, can you blame me for leaving?

I felt alone in a relationship with a guy who acted like he barely knew me when we had known each other for our entire lives. I felt like I knew Spencer like no one else, and vice versa. I was wrong about something I would have bet my life on, and it was absolutely mortifying.

I still love Spencer, and I will never stop loving him. I think out of everything, that's the most painful thing. The high probability that he hates me now comes in second, which is why I haven't told him about my pregnancy. That, and I presume he never wanted kids - so, how can I push that onto him and make him not only hate me but a child he helped create? Why would my child ever deserve that?

Without fail, Penelope has tried to call me once every week ever since I left, and I just can't answer her calls. As stated once before, me leaving out of nowhere is embarrassing. I know that the gang is concerned about me leaving without saying anything, but how can I face them without lying? I can't just tell them I left because I knew Spencer didn't love me like I thought - that would've just added insult to injury.

However, the call Penelope sent this week was followed by two consecutive text messages.

Answer me right now or I will hack into any information about you there is available!

I mean it!

Because I knew she really did mean it, I answered her next call without hesitation.

"Hi, Penelope," I answered her, my voice drained of all emotion. Sitting down on my couch with my phone held against my ear, I placed my free hand over my small baby bump and lightly rub it without even thinking about it. I love my ever-growing child with all of my heart, and I haven't even met the baby boy yet.

"Don't 'hey, Penelope' me!" She almost shouts into my ear, causing me to close my eyes with guilt. "You haven't called, texted, emailed, nothing! You have sent me absolutely nothing explaining why you left! Why did you leave?!"

Her question makes me want to vomit, and I know I can't lie to her. "Spencer and I slept together the night before I left," I explain blatantly, hearing an immediate response only seconds later.

"So what?! Was the sex lousy? Did he not do it right?" Her questions roll off her tongue without pausing. "You have to teach the boy! He hasn't had that much experience in the past years, so you have to give him pointers and-"

"Pen, he couldn't get Maeve off his mind," I cut her off, tears rolling down my cheeks. As much as I'd love to laugh at Penelope's usual actions, I can't when I'm thinking about that night. "H-he mentioned her right after we were done, and I realized I would never be enough for him. I-I just couldn't face him after that, Pen; I just couldn't."

Unlike last time, Penelope halts her words before letting out a single-word response. "Oh," She mutters, every ounce of anger or frustration gone from her voice. She knew how I felt about Spencer and how I had always felt about him, even when we were younger.

A few more seconds pass before she speaks up again, her voice now a bit quieter. "But why couldn't you call me back or anything? Why'd you have to ignore me?"

Penelope's softly spoken words break my heart, and with the already falling tears, I can't hold back the new ones that arise. Biting my lip to prevent myself from sobbing out-loud, I take my hand away from my belly and raise it to cover my mouth. I never wanted to hurt anyone - I truly didn't - so, it hurts to hear that I ended up doing so anyway.

"Penelope, I'm pregnant," I shakily confess, shaking my head as I continually cry. "And I couldn't tell you, or Spencer, or anyone, because Spencer never wanted any kids! He never wanted me, Pen!"

Every word that leaves my lips is followed by my hands waving around frantically as I close my eyes with a shake of my head. It physically hurts to admit all of this to Penelope. Not only does it hurt, but it's embarrassing. I'm by myself with no one around me, the only guy I've ever loved doesn't want me, and I'm pregnant and scared to death. I have never felt so alone in my life, and it sucks.

"...Does he know?" Penelope asks, making me instantly sober up.

"NO!" I nearly shout, my eyes shooting open. "No, Pen, you cannot tell him! Whatever, you do, do. not. tell. him!"

"But, he deserves to know, (Y/n)!" Penelope argues, making me cry even more. She just said the same thing I've been debating with myself over the past two months, and to hear her say it makes me want to just fall asleep and forget about my problems. She's right, and I know it.

"He. doesn't. want. kids. Pen!" I repeat myself, placing my hand to my forehead. "And he doesn't want me either!"

"(Y/n), he does! He does want you!" Penelope tells me, making me shake my head. "When you left, he didn't talk to anyone. He just... he shrank into himself and never came back out! When we saw that you had transferred to the Las Vegas Unit, Spencer submitted transfer papers! Just to be with you!" Her words shoot right through me, making me pause in my actions as my eyes go wide. "He got denied, and when you didn't respond to my calls or his calls, he thought... he thought you didn't love him."

"Oh, God," I mutter, shaking my head. "I never stopped loving him, Pen - how could I? H-how could he think that?" I ask, not expecting an answer back from Penelope. "I tried to do everything I could to make him feel loved, to let him know I loved him and only him!"

Leaning my head back against the couch, I sink further into the plush material with a sigh. "When in reality, I was the one who never got anything like that back," I explain, my voice slow and calm now that I've let out the things I've been holding back on saying for months now. "I was the one who felt like I was never good enough no matter what I did or how hard I'd try... I would always be second-best - and that was that."

"If only you know how wrong you are, (Y/n)," Penelope tells me, sounding like she's crying too. "I-I know you won't believe me, but none of what you are saying is true. Absolutely none of it," She adds, "Spencer loves you with every ounce of his being, and you are not second-best to him."

"Pen..." I drag on, sighing.

"I know you don't believe me, but you have to," She states, before letting out a sigh. "I miss you, girl-genius, and I want to come and see you," Penelope confesses, making me lightly smile. "I miss our fashion conversations and shopping trips, and I've been sad the entire time you've been gone!"

Once all of her words process through my mind, I smile fully. Despite the shit that I've done, she's still the same fun-loving, girly-girl Penelope that I was close to in Quantico, and somehow, we're still close.

"I miss you too, Pen," I tell her, placing my hand back on top of my risen belly. In response, two little feet kick against my hand, making me smile. "I... I'm off for the next couple weeks if you want to come and see me," I tell her, "I think I'd like it if my baby boy met his aunty."

As soon as the words leave my lips, Penelope gasps. "You're having a boy?" She asks gently, making me giggle. I guess I didn't include that when I first told her. "That's it - I'll be coming in on Friday!"

I grin. "Don't rent a hotel room!" I tell her, standing from the couch to walk into the extra room in my house. I didn't think I'd be having anybody stay over for a while, so I didn't put any sheets or pillows on the guest bedroom bed. "I have a guest room here at my place, so don't waste any money on a room."

"Okay, okay!" She cheers, making me smile even more. "I'll get a flight and be over there in no time. I love you, and I'll see you then!"

With that, I tell her I love her back and we hang up. With my phone now in my hand rather than pressed against my ear, I move to sit on the mattress and sigh. I wasn't expecting Penelope to say everything she did, nor did I expect her to be so forgiving of me. Although, it is Penelope we're talking about here, and I don't think there's ever been a moment in her life where she wasn't understanding. I told her my problems, and in spite of loving Spencer like a brother, she listened to me and understood where I was coming from.

"I'm sorry you had to hear what your mummy told Aunt Pen," I apologize to my bump, my hand still resting against it. "Your daddy really is a great guy with a big heart, but mummy wasn't meant for him," Despite my heart cracking as I mutter these words, I smile and circle my hand around my bump. "However, mummy knows that you and I are meant to be, and no matter what, you will always be my little boy."

With Penelope calling me on Wednesday night, I didn't have to wait long for her arrival. I even went out and bought some lilac sheets for the bed so she could be on new ones, and I also got a pair of peacock themed earrings for her while I was out. I have to admit I'm a bit excited to see what she has to say about the nursery I've put together myself. I painted the walls with pale blue paint and then stenciled ducks throughout the middle of the wall. The furniture is all made out of a Walnut wood shade, and the curtains match the walls with a yellow ribbon holding them together.

On Friday night, I put everything together for Penelope's arrival and smile to myself. A part of me wants to believe it's just her that's coming, but another part of me is telling me that she's bringing Spencer with her. I'm partially scared, but at the same time, I'm not. What happens, happens... and there's nothing I can do about it.

Hearing a knock at the door, I close the kitchen drawer I'm currently digging into and move onto the next one. "Come in!" I shout, digging through the mess of kitchen utensils to find the pair of earrings I bought for Penelope. What interrupts me is two little feet kicking me as I do so, making me stop and place a hand to my belly. "Not now, little one!" I whisper with a smile, feeling my baby boy halt in his kicking. I can only hope he'll be willing to listen to me like this when he gets older.

Just as I find the black gift bag with the peacock themed jewelry in it, I hear my apartment door open and close. It isn't a peppy voice that I hear a few seconds later, and instead, a voice that I've wanted to hear for what feels like such a long time. Now that I hear him speak, I realize my mother's intuition has already kicked in.

"You know," the deep, yet boyish voice begins, making me stop moving. "Standing for long lengths of time can slow down the growth of a fetus, and cause premature birth as well as prolonged pain in the lower back."

A few moments pass before I slowly place the jewelry on my kitchen counter and turn around to see Spencer standing a few feet away from me, his hands wrestling with each other. Despite my mind telling me not to, my body takes charge, and I look into Spencer's eyes to see him gazing at me with glossed-over eyes. Once he sees my bump, his mouth lightly drops. "You..." He begins, holding a hand out. "You look amazing."

Leaning back against the counter behind me, I look away and harshly swallow, my throat feeling like it's being squeezed closed. "Spence..." I say the name I've always called him, but nothing follows it. I don't know what to say to Spencer at this moment, and going by the short silence that follows, he doesn't either.

"Why..." he starts, making me look back at him. This time, his tears are falling down his face freely. "Why didn't you tell me?" He finally asks, gently shaking his head. He truly doesn't realize, and even if I tell him, I don't think he'd understand.

"I know why you left," He explains, walking toward me with unsure steps. "And I-I realize that it was so stupid to talk about Maeve after we... we-we," Spencer stutters, making me shake my head as I bite my lip. "I never meant to send you away, (Y/n); I never wanted you to leave," He confesses, a tear trailing down his cheek. "That was the last thing I wanted you to do."

Once again, in spite of every signal my mind is sending me, I watch myself step forward and wipe Spencer's fallen tears away, his head leaning into my touch as I do so. With tears gathering in my eyes, I watch with bleary vision as Spencer lets out a shaky sigh before looking down at my bump and gently smiling. "It-It's mine," He states the obvious, making me smile as the tears finally fall.

Leaving my hand against the side of his face, I take his hand into my free hand and place it against my stomach, his warm fingers pressing against my belly with a softness I've never felt from him. "He is yours," I explain, emphasizing the sex to him. Instantly, he picks up on it and lets out a short noise of happiness, making me want to hug him to death, but I don't think I can handle that at this moment.

"Spencer, do you... do you want me? Have you... have you ever wanted me?" I ask him, his eyes instantly flickering up to meet mine.

"Every day of my life, yes," Spencer tells me, nodding his head up and down repeatedly. "My words to you about Maeve w-were not an attempt to tell you otherwise, I promise you," Watching as he shakes his head, I see him visibly struggle to swallow. "I just needed to get that out, and with you, I felt like I could tell you anything," He confesses, a few seconds passing before he shakes his head again. "And I felt that if I didn't let out my feelings, I wouldn't be able to move on, and then I wouldn't be able to give you all of me in my entirety because there is nothing I want more than that."

More tears sliding down his face, he leans down and lays his head against mine. Meanwhile, the tears haven't stopped falling from my eyes either, and even though I've felt hurt by Spencer for these past few months, I know he's telling me the truth. "I want you, (Y/n); you're all I've ever wanted," He tells me, crying even more as he shakes his head. "If you would have told me that I messed up that night by saying the stuff I did that bothered you, I would have apologized until the end of time for you. I would've done anything just to get you to stay."

At this moment, I feel guilty for not only what I've put myself through for these last months, but Spencer as well. I'm glad that he understands why I felt the way I did, but what I'm unhappy about is the fact that I was the one who wasn't understanding. For five seconds, if I had seen the difference in how he said his last words to me rather than what he was saying, we wouldn't be in this predicament. We wouldn't have been without each other, and we wouldn't have gone through so much by ourselves with no one to fall back on.

"If I wasn't pregnant with your baby," I start, my voice wary and slow. "Would you have still come back for me?" I ask, pulling my head away from his to look up at him.

In response, Spencer simply smiles and nods. "Even if you had left in the morning and told me goodbye, and you came here without our son growing inside you, I would have still fought for you with my life," He confesses, still smiling. "When I was young, I was stupid and I let you go without a fight," Spencer then shakes his head. "I don't want to do that again - I can't do that again."

Once again, I know that what Spencer's telling me is completely truthful and coming from his heart. For once, he isn't saying statistics or facts about what is going on around him, and instead, he's speaking up about himself and how he feels. He's not reading from a textbook or informative journal - it's all coming from him.

"I don't want you to do that again either, Spencer," I admit, welcoming his arm as he wraps them around my waist and slowly pulls me close. With my bump pressed against his practically non-existent stomach, I smile, feeling two little feet kick in response. My boy has never reacted like this when I've hugged people in the past - maybe he somehow knows who I'm hugging, and perhaps he's excited.

"I love you, (Y/n)," Spencer states, his other hand coming up to hold my cheek. Looking up at him, I see tears still flowing down his cheeks like before, although there are fewer this time around as his smile remains on his lips. "I love you so much, and I want you to see that so badly."

Spencer Reid - the man who avoids drama at all costs, rarely takes risks, isn't too great with social interaction, and who doesn't always show his emotions - is currently standing in my kitchen with his arms holding me close to him as he confesses his true feelings. At the same time, he's interacting with our son in ways he doesn't even know about, and for once, he's fighting for me by taking a six-hour flight to get to me and try to win me back. At this point, I never realized that it's something I've wished for with all my heart ever since I left.

"I do see it, Spence," I tell him, giving him a tearful smile. "I see it right now as we speak, and I see it looking back too," I add on, watching as his face never changes at my words. He probably doesn't believe me, or he doesn't want to because he's mad at himself for waiting for so long to do such a thing. "I see everything, Spencer, and I will always love you too," This time, my words do make a change occur, and I'm thankful to see it's a positive one. "Besides, I always have."

In response, his smile widens before he leans forward and plants his lips against mine. However, the kiss doesn't last long as Spencer soon pulls away and pushes his head into my neck. "Please, forgive me," He pleads, sounding broken like before. "Please, please, please," Spencer repeats the word over and over again until I speak up.

"Baby, I forgave you long ago," I tell him, only to earn a head shake in response.

"No, no, not just for this," Spencer murmurs, raising his head from my neck. Leaning above me, Spencer stares into my eyes while gently swaying us in our embrace. I don't think he knows he's doing it.

"Back when we still lived here in Las Vegas, I-I moved everything out of the apartment without telling you. I was in a rush to get moved into my dorm while moving my mom into Bennington that all I left was a note, a stupid note!"

Every word that leaves his lips afterward doesn't reach my ears. He left me a note? When I went into the empty apartment, there was absolutely nothing in there! If there was a note, then I surely would have seen it.

"Spencer," I cut him off from his rambling, and for once, he stops speaking. Turning my eyes up to his, I gently shake my head. "There was no note in the apartment. I-I went in, and every-single-thing was gone; it felt like you wanted me to feel forgotten, and it hurt."

Once I'm done speaking, Spencer leans down and places another kiss to my lips, apologies following afterward just like before. "I promise you, I left a note - I swear I did!" Spencer's words come out in a rush as if he were scared that I wouldn't believe him.

"It's okay, Spencer. I believe you," I assure him, nodding. "The owners of the apartment probably came by and cleaned up since there was absolutely nothing left - no furniture, pictures, curtains, nothing."

At that, Spencer shakes his head with squinted eyes. He then goes to say something, but quickly cuts himself off with a sigh. "No matter what, I love you - I loved you back then too," He confesses, his eyes flashing over to mine. "I thought for the longest time that you wanted nothing to do with me, hence why you never tried to see me."

If only he knows how far that is from the truth. For so long, I tried to find him. I searched everywhere online, but nothing ever came up except for old news articles about how smart of a kid he was. It wasn't until I joined the BAU that I realized why his online presence was so scarce - it was for his protection.

"I searched for you for a long time," I tell him, smiling at him as I reach up to cup his cheek. "But, I could never find anything on you. I never thought to look at our employee list though."

Laughing at my words, Spencer shakes his head at the irony before sighing once again. "I looked for you too, but I always got scared when I found you," He confesses, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd want me meddling in your life."

Just like before, his words break my heart. There are too many damn things that have gone wrong in our relationship that could have been solved way before now. "Let's... let's not let another misunderstanding ruin our relationship again - please," I plead, wanting nothing more but to be close with Spencer without anything holding us back.

Liking the idea, Spencer smiles back and nods. "Let's," He agrees, leaning forward to plant his lips onto mine. As soon as he does, the baby boy in my belly begins kicking again, prompting me to place both of Spencer's hands on my stomach. Feeling his son kick, Spencer pulls away from the kiss to let out a mix of a surprised gasp/laugh, making me giggle with him. "I love you," He tells me, turning his smiling face back to me with happiness written all over it.

Smiling back, I lean farther into him with his hands still pressed against my swollen tummy, my head leaning against his chest. "I love you too," I respond, feeling as if the only things around me that matter are Spencer and our son.

Thanks to Penelope (who I doubt is even coming down here and is probably waiting for me to return to Quantico), I finally get to be with the person I feel to be my soulmate, once and for all.

This may not have been the way I wanted to start a family, but I can't say I'm ungrateful for us now. Finally, after so many years, things are cleared up and no longer blocking the possibility of Spencer and I loving each other. For once, we finally get to be with each other in peace and utter devotion - nothing else.

[lost-walmartbag]

Can I please request a Kyle x reader fic based around Romeo and Juliet?

Warning: N/A

Background: Y/N and Kyle have been best friends ever since they were babies. An unknown reason separated your once close-knit families apart. And the once best friends no longer spoke but not because they didn't want to.

Status: Ongoing

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The peace by your side: Prologue

You weren't allowed around anyone from the Broflovski family. This has been a fact for years now. It wasn't always like this. When your mom was pregnant with you she used to hang around Sheila all the time. They were best friends. They were pregnant at the same time and had bonded over it.

They would sit at Sheila's kitchen table and talk. Talk about anything they could think of. Talk about what names they had picked out for their babies that had yet to come, all while their stomachs were next to each other, not yet touching, but close enough to feel each other's warmth.

You were born first, but only early by a day. The next day Kyle came and ever since that day you and Kyle were together all the time. Your moms didn't work, so it was easy for them to spend all day together.

You two were best friends and while Kyle had other friends he would spend most of his time with you. He would do his homework with you. Pick you to be on his kickball team before anyone else.

You would speak to other kids and were friendly but you never considered anyone your friend. Except for Kyle. Kyle was your friend. Kyle was your best friend. And you were his.

You and Kyle took your first steps together, spoke your first words around the same time, slept in the same bed on the weekends, and ate every meal together. It was that way until you both were six.

In February of that year, your family stopped eating dinner at Kyle's place. In March, Kyle no longer came over on weekends. In April you and Kyle stopped talking as much even at school. And in May you two didn't have your birthday together like you did every year.

You saw it coming but that didn't stop you from crying into your pillow after you blew out your candles.

Kyle felt it too. His birthday felt so lonely without you. Every year you two would blow out half the candles, leaving the other half for the other. This year Kyle blew out all his candles.

A/N: BTW I'm taking some inspiration from not only Romeo and Juliet (but set in modern times) as well as 'If He Had Been With Me' by Laura Nowlin. If you haven't read it you 100000000% should. I was sobbing but I'm a crybaby so take that with a grain of salt. This is gonna be a series so stay tuned. This is just a little taste before chapter 1 comes out! And honestly already got the ending written out and I really hope it brings ya'll to tears. Thanks for reading, love yall 🩷🩷

[btskitten7]

Chapter v: A deadly favor (part 3)

Ship: Min Yoongi x fem reader

AU/Genre: Mafia!AU

Rating: M

wc: 7.2k (all parts together)

Chapter warnings: spicy scene (oral f. Receiving. Fingering. Implied love making) Yoongi getting drunk (and very sad) stalking mentioned. Selling drugs.

Chapter summary: this is where Yoongi’s mask starts to slip and he’s having difficulty keeping it straight. He knows his lies are going to catch up to him and it’s getting to him. Namjoon betrays Yoongi without knowing the extent of his betrayal. Yoongi’s dad is an ass here :/ Hoseok is closing in on you. This is where things are going downhill.

taggs: @shadowjellyfishfest @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelyamc

Yoongi knew this was a mistake, he felt it in his soul. There's no doubt he trusted Namjoon but the little voice in his head became louder and louder. For the first time, he was questioning Namjoon’s intentions. He didn't have much time to think about it any further, but he wasn't done with Namjoon yet.

Later at the dinner, Yoongi didn't say much as he always does. Whenever he would go with his dad to meetings in the past, he'd always sit back and listen. Yoongi was always watching his surroundings, he had no choice. Growing up a mob boss's kid had its perks but it also had many disadvantages. The worst one was the many attempts on his life.

It's why he's not sure if wants to have children. Even after he's gone from this life, he'll always be known as a mob boss kid and now mob boss.

People always saw his father being unfaithful to his mother so they would target his life thinking it'll get his father to do anything. It did, but it also forced Yoongi to live his life in fear most of the time. It pushed him right into the life he wanted no part in.

Yoongi looked back and forth at the two men talking, listening to every word. He didn't even touch his food or his drink. It was like he wasn't there. A small part of him wasn't. He had major concerns but he knew he couldn't voice them, at least not in front of his father's friend.

"Can we get the real reason why we're here?" Yoongi interrupted, over the small talk. He could care less about the many women they slept with or how much they spent of their fucking shoes.

Min chuckled.

"Ah, excited to get started." Min's friend said happily. Yoongi couldn't believe the likes of him was in the drug trade. He was always so happy and cheery. It always came as forced and fake to him. Honestly seeing his face pissed him off. He despised the man so much, he didn't even want to learn his name. Something about him made his skin crawl. When he becomes boss, he's going to make sure they never deal with him again.

"Not really. I'm eager to get back home and to sleep." Yoongi said with a deadpan voice.

The men around him laughed at his response, except for Namjoon.

"I agree with Yoongi. If we're just here to talk about women and other topics then we could have done this at home." Namjoon agreed. Yoongi's eyes traveled to Namjoon then back at the man.

Then men sat there in silence which was a first for the whole evening.

"Well you heard my underboss. Let's get this over with. We both have important shit to get to"

Min chucked again. He loved seeing his son become the king he always wanted him to be.

"Well Sebastian, you heard my son. Let's get down to business. What will it take to get involved with your...investment" Min asked with a smirk.

" It's different. You have to prove yourself loyal and reliable. You can't be a risk." Sebastian turned serious which tickled Yoongi.

"Can't be a risk..." Yoongi mumbled to himself followed by another chuckle.

Namjoon sighed softly. Min nodded.

"Haven't we've always shown that we're loyal to you? We've given you protection. We've stood in your place to eliminate any problems for you. What else do we have to prove?"

"You've done that. You've shown your loyalty. But your son has not," he started." Who's to say that he won't be a liability to me and my investments? I know you. I don't know him"

Yoongi laughed completely astonished.

"How do I know you won't be a liability to me? How can I trust you? I'm only going off of what my father has told me and what I've seen. I don't know you." Yoongi explained.

His words dismayed Sebastian. Yoongi already didn't want to participate and if he is going to  be an asshole, he will walk out right now. They didn’t need him. Like he needs them

Min looked at Sebastian with a condescending smirk.

"Having my son by your side is a good thing. We have connections that you don't have even with all your little investments."

"One day you can have it all and the next," Yoongi said looking dark and serious, "you don't have anything at all. I can walk away from this 'meeting' and still make millions. You can't be sure that you'll be able to walk away from this table let alone back to your wife and kids"

Sebastian's widened eyes displayed fear. He looked over to Min who also shared the same dark glare. As his eyes continued across the table he realized he was in a room full of Korea's most dangerous men. They could kill him right now and get off free. No one would even bat an eye.

Yoongi didn't like to bring up people's personal life because he wouldn't like it if someone did it to him in a situation like this. The only difference between him and Sebastian, you could get rid of anyone that brought you up. Sebastian cannot.

Sebastian cleared his throat and let out a nervous chuckle. "I was just testing you son. You seem pretty trustworthy to me I’ll have everything set up by the time you leave here"

“Great” min smiled.

"So, Yoongi. What have you gotten yourself into nowadays?" He asked, quickly changing the subject.

Yoongi lifted his eyes to the man. "What is there to get into? Nothing excites me anymore, not in this life”

"Awww, stop it. There has to be something you are into. Or at least catches your eye?" He chuckled.

"Nothing," Yoongi said plainly. No one questioned Yoongi's attitude, he always spoke like this during these things.

"So, yn doesn't excite you?" Min said looking over at Yoongi. Yoongi's eyes shot straight at his father. Namjoon felt the wind leave his chest. Namjoon's father sat there with a smirk on his face.

'Why the fuck would he bring up yn?' Yoongi asked himself.

This wasn't a regular friend's dinner. This is a dinner with who could turn on their family at any moment they're pressed to. Bringing up Yn, would only cause her protection to be jeopardized. Yoongi was pissed and he couldn't hide his anger.

"Leave her out of this," Yoongi said.

"Who's yn?" his Sebastian seemingly confused but excited. Yoongi's father chuckled at his son's reaction.

"It's a woman my son has fallen in love with. She's quite the catch if you ask me" His father said ignoring Yoongi completely.

"Seems pretty exciting to me" Namjoon's father added. Namjoon looked at his father with the most disgust. If he would have known they would act like this he would have told them to do it on their own, regardless if they tell him or not.

Yoongi's blood began to boil but he had to fix this. He had to be convincing.

"I'm not in love with her. There you're wrong." Yoongi said coldly.

Namjoon, Min, and Namjoon's father sat there shocked.

"Oh so she's just something to do to pass the time or until you are bored with her?" Sebastian asked.

"Precisely. Anything could happen to her and it wouldn't phase me either way." Yoongi started as he stood up not giving them a chance to ask another question. "I'm going to retire now. I have things to look over in the aspect of my business. So anything else you can take up with my underboss since he's been so helpful" Yoongi said looking at Namjoon with almost hatred in his eyes before leaving the restaurant.

Yoongi didn't even call his driver. He just kept walking. He knows he was just lying but it still hurt him to even say something like that about you. You were his everything. He would die for you.

He's utterly in love with you.

But he had to throw them off. He had to protect you.

Yoongi's eyes began to sting with tears. He slowly starts to realize that there's going to come a time when everything is going to fall apart. He knew his time with you was limited.

A couple of hours later, Yoongi found himself in a bar, drinking the night away. He was long past drunk. He was shitfaced and should probably call his driver or Namjoon. Yoongi threw himself from the bar and stumbled out.

Pulling his phone out, he tried his hardest to focus his eyes on the screen to dial your number. He probably shouldn't do this but he needed to hear you tell him you loved him.

"Mm..hello? Are you okay Yoongi?" you asked sleepily which made Yoongi's heart swell and his eyes tear.

"I-I'm not okay. I n-need you" Yoongi said, hiccuping in between his words.

You sat up in your bed with a concerned frown.

"Baby, what's the matter? How can I get to you?" you asked rubbing your arm nervously.

"I-I-I-I need you to tell me you love me. That you you you are in l-love with me" Yoongi stuttered, slurring his words. You sighed realizing Yoongi was drunk. You were still concerned but you knew he was there with his father and Namjoon.

"Baby, you know I love you. I am completely in love with you. You know that there is no one I rather be with" You reassured him. All you can hear was him crying and thanking you.

"Baby did something happen?" you asked but Yoongi didn't respond. All you heard was a bunch of shuffling and two voices.

"Yoongi?" you asked worried.

Moments later you heard a car door open and close.

"Yn? Yn? It's Namjoon. I got him. I'm going to put him to bed. We partied too hard I think" Namjoon said nervously as he chuckled.

For some reason, you weren't convinced but you had to let it go since you probably couldn't get through to Yoongi.

"Okay...please have him call me in the morning..."

Namjoon agreed and hung up the phone finally getting into the car after he settled with Yoongi.

"Go. Now" Namjoon told the driver before he turned to a crying Yoongi. His once-perfect hair was now a mess as he kept running his fingers through it anxiously.

"You made me do that shit! You made me lie! I FUCKING LOVE HER. I'm fucking lost without her. I'm in love with her why'd you do that to me?!" Yoongi yelled letting out all his anger.

Namjoon didn't respond, he just allowed Yoongi to rave back to the hotel.

The next morning, Yoongi felt horrible. His head was pounding and each time he moved, he felt he was going to puke. He groaned as he turned over.

He didn't even know why he drank so much. It never made him forget anything nor did he feel great afterwards. Namjoon came in with some aspirin and water. Yoongi looked over at him then went back to hiding his face in the pillow.

"What? I can't fucking sleep either?" Yoongi snapped. Namjoon sighed and sat the stuff on the nightstand next to him before sitting on the bed.

"Yoongi..."

"What do you want Namjoon?"

"I just need to know my hyung is okay."

Yoongi scoffed. If he wasn't feeling so sick he would argue back with him. But he wasn't up to it.

"I'm fine. I'm ready to go home." Yoongi grumbled.

"I already arranged for the jet to take us back as soon as you are ready. But I think you should call yn. She's been blowing up your phone all morning."

Yoongi frowned and threw the pillow to the side before grabbing his phone. Seeing all the calls and texts, he knew he had worried you.

"Yoongi! Are you okay? Namjoon said you guys went out for drinks, did you drink too much?" You asked relieved he finally called back. Yoongi sighed 'Another lie. Great' he thought to himself.

"I'm okay Blossom. I just went a little too crazy last night. I really had a lot of fun last night. I should be home in a few hours" Yoongi said rubbing his head.

"Baby...I don't think you are being truthful.." You say. Yoongi's heart dropped as his head darted up.

"What do you mean baby?"

"Last night you were crying. You kept begging me to tell you I loved you and I was in love with you. Something you should already know. Then after Namjoon got you, you kept calling leaving messages, and texting me. If you had fun, why were you crying?" You asked concerned.

Yoongi cursed himself, instantly regretting calling you.

"Baby, I promise I had fun. It's just that once I got wasted I just missed you a lot. I just needed to hear your voice. That's all Blossom, promise"

You sighed "Okay Yoongi...I'll see you soon. I'm going to go back to sleep for a bit"

"Okay, baby. I love you" He tells you, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"I love you too, Yoongi. I really do. So much" you say before hanging up the phone.

Yoongi sighed and threw his phone on the bed feeling defeated.

~~~~~~

"Why are you so gungho about this woman? Weren't the roses enough? Who cares that she's Yoongi's girl" Taehyung asked.

Jimin looked over at Taehyung sighing softly. Till this day, he wishes things were different but he could never admit that out loud. At least not to his own best friends.

There’s always a bit of pain that comes to Jimin when he hears Yoongi’s name. They were close. Extremely close.

But he chose his side and Yoongi had chosen his. They have to stand on it. For life.

"I have to admit, even though she saved my life, you are acting like she saved yours," Jimin added. Hoseok chuckled and leaned back in his seat as he watched the security cameras from the hospital. He liked watching you work, he couldn't believe that Yoongi found a pure soul, a nurse at that. It's pretty ironic to him.

"I'm just interested. At first, I wanted to just repay a debt but now? I think I'm going to have a bit of fun." Hoseok grinned. “Do you think our friend has told her about his lifestyle?”

“I don’t think so. She doesn’t really seem like this kind to be okay with this sort of behavior” Jimin admitted watching the security cameras.

“If he did, he’s ignorant for letting her just go out into the world with no protection.” Taehyung added.

Hoseok grinned and nodded “interesting” he said.

Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other and then back to Hoseok.

"Don't tell me you're about to take Yoongi's girl" Jimin asked.

Hoseok chuckled.

"Define...take," Hoseok chuckled before finishing "Let's just say, we’re interested in making a new friend"

Hoseok smirked and signaled one of his capos to come forth.

"Yongbok" Hoseok called the young man to which he came quickly and bowed.

"Yes sir" he responded.

Hoseok smiled and looked at Taehyung and Jimin.

“Why don’t you two answer like that? You always give me back talk”

“We’ve known you too long to kiss your ass.” Taehyung smirked while Jimin chuckled.

"Things never change do they,” Hoseok chuckled. "Get me everything you know about that nurse. Follow her, befriend her, stalk her- I don't care just get me the information and do not hurt her. Report back when you've collected something."

“I can do that sir. I shall get started right away”

“Wait-“ Jimin stood “why don’t I go with him? It’ll make more sense for me to. She did save me and Yongbok could play like my concerned little brother.”

“And what if it doesn’t amount to anything more than a simple ‘thank you’ and ‘your welcome’?”

“Then I have another plan. Just trust me”

[nausikaaa]

Bold Game

thanks for the tag @asocialpessimist and @alexalexinii (you tagged my sideblog but i figured i'd do it here)

rules: bold the things that apply to you (i also put in pink my own comments)

APPEARANCE

I have blonde hair (i did as a kid, but not anymore) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (two in each ear) // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (in the past, not anymore) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily (i still have scars on my back from getting badly burned last year!) // I have freckles (they're very faint though) // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

ACTIVITIES & INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe (my mam and sister are a professional chefs and bakers and all my friends say i'm a really good cook too) // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (just not in front of people) // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year (i prefer standalone books but i did read Inanna, the first in a Gilgamesh retelling series, and i just started the Roman Mysteries series because my friend loved them as a child) // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks (when i can afford to!) // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend (my one and only ex was one of my best friends, we broke up and stayed friends and then they moved away for uni and we haven't spoken in a few years) // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online (my lovely friend @neoptolemid!!)

SEASONAL

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (only sometimes) // I enjoy thunderstorms (so long as i know the farm animals are okay, i LOVE the sound and atmosphere) // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire (i think every british person has at one point for Guy Fawkes night) // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean (the deep sea fills me with so much fear and confusion it just morphs into pure rage) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season (nope, spring is the best. similar weather but my seasonal depression starts to leave and all the baby animals are born)

MISC

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (well that depends. train, yes. car, no.) // I am the mom friend (yes unless by best friend is there, then she out-moms me and i become the chaos child) // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (i'm not in school anymore) // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love (that's a pretty loaded statement, i'm still on the fence there) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs (i've had 5 over my lifetime but only ever 2 at a time)

i don't know who has done this yet, but i tag @dilfaeneas @ileadacharmedlife @shivrcys @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @sunshinesalmon @purplemoths @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @alleycat0306 @shemakesmeforget and @shrekgogurt

[beesflowers]

Hey hey bee! I'm just thinking...

Aizen would kinda be good friends with Shin just cause they both can play guitar so could i just have a fic of them playing together(while probably talking about their gfs cause miya and ena kinda close) ?

For aizen general description, he's in class 2-A, he is a smart boy but lazy one you know one of those guys that slept in class but somehow got good grades? Yeah that's him. He loves sewing and playing guitar. He's also the one that confesses to Miya first even though they're not in the same year. (Aizen is a 2nd year while Miya is a 1st year)

Aizen is also a disciplinary committee just like an! He does his job sometimes. He has a younger brother but will not be mentioned much. He absolutely adores and a fan of leoneed.

This is his relationship with canon characters<333 and yes he's online friends with nene as they would often play games together

Also if you actually want to make him talk about miya, i would gave you the basics of her personality. Miya kinda has dissociative personality disorder which makes her kinda like two-faced? She's could be seen going from energetic to moody/passive-aggresive from time to time. She tried to maintain her personality now and is getting better with aizen as her supporter! (God i love them both sm)

Im planning on making a 2d model of miya and aizen if I'm not too busy + i haven't started making aizen's stamp yet omg

Also sorry if I'm ranting too much-

-❄

Answer: Of course I can! And don't worry about rambling! In fact I'm glad because I can write headcanons/fic a bit better! So here it is Also, I really hope I got Aizen's personality well but if not then feel free to tell me! ^^

𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃'𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒜𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃

Characters: Shin Hinomori, Aizen Arisugawa

Type: platonic

they definitely have guitar practices together! maybe even like once a week? Maybe even twice?

it's not a band thing or anything like that, even if they may treat it that way... they're just doing it to get a bit closer, play together and maybe relax after long day!

but of course it's not JUST practice! I can see them bringing some snacks and talk when they take a break from playing to not overdo it!

so Shin definitely talks a lot about his sisters and lover as well! So Aizen probably talks about Miya too!

"Honestly Ena can be a bit too much of a tsundere sometimes but I guess that's why I feel in love with her!"

"You just like tsunderes, huh?"

"It looks like it! But believe me, she can be sweet!"

"So she has mood changes? Like Miya?"

"Yes! You can see it like that! Except Ena is tsundere on daily basis but in private or when she's feeling a bit affectionate, she changes into cutie pie~"

their usual subject are their girls but I think they can talk a bit about Shiho and Leo/Need in overall too!

"Have you heard? Leo/Need is releasing new song this week!"

"Ah yes, Shizuku and Tsukasa had their meeting yesterday... release date is about in 3 days... but I have sister there! So I managed to get it for you early!"

I find it canon that Shiho get's 4 copies of their songs. One for Shizuku, Tsukasa, Shin and Aizen. Of course she will give it like she doesn't care and rest of Leo/Need just forced her (wchich is indeed the reason for first time she does it) but she's doing it because she likes them~

which also makes two boys practice a bit different! Hinomori will never listen to their song before meeting with his friend so they both can have first reaction together!

I think they'd listen to their song before practice so if they really like the song, they might try to play it together!

[luescris]

Just wanted to say some things!:

First of all; I wanted to ask, if you have seen/seen anything about the new Season 4 Special that just came out! I think it came out the same day as the new TMNT MM trailer too. Man, what a day. I slept most of that day, and woke up to the LMK and TMNT fandoms freaking out (and me freaking out w/ them too!) What a thing to wake up to. If you have seen and/or seen anything about the new LMK S4 special, then what did you think about it?

I loved what I have seen of it so far, and what I have seen being posted about it; so far! There has been a couple more mixed posts I have come across, but most people seem to be having loving it (and breaking apart over it; due to what happened in it), so that is cool!

I remember seeing a LMK poll about what Season, plus their Special was their favorite, and while I love all the seasons and Specials, I ended up going w/ S3 and it's Special (just that whole season, man. That, and LBD and Not-Mayor were such good build-up villains/villains man. And so many other reasons too), but Season 4 was a close 2nd for me (S3 and S4 were the closest in that poll), now that the S4 Special is out now, man, I don't know anymore. I think S3 and it's Special is still my top favorite, but idk, S4 and it's Special could top it for me, or being tying with it. It is either one of those two things, or a close 2nd for me.

What about you ? What is your LMK favorite season and special; if you have any? I know it can be hard to pick, because all the seasons and specials are good imo.

Also, ty for being a SWK apologist. He has defin. made his mistakes, but he is trying to make up for them; he does so much to make up for them and to protect the people he cares about. Can he be too secretive (and him being secretive is some part in due to more deeper parts of his past being hard to talk about and because he took a lot of responsbilty on himself. Thinking it is his responsibility to fix things and protect everyone imo), and has he made mistakes both in the past and present (though everyone has made mistakes)? Sure. But like I said, he tries to make up for them, and he really does try to more permantently deal with problems (which, people can debate if that is too final/much or not if they want), but he either gets stopped from doing so, or they somehow sometimes come back.

He and Mac and some of his friends have had mistakes with each other. But honestly; they all have. And SWK is making amends/starting to make amends for his own. And now; S4 Spoilers:

It looks like him and Mac are going to start to heal and make amends w/ each other, so that is very nice/cool! ^^

End of Spoilers. (I don't want to get too much more into S4 Special Spoilers, in case you haven't seen it/seen much about it yet).

Anyways, thanks for being a SWK apologist. I love him and his character too! He is one of my favs. in LMK. MK is another one of my favs., such a great and interesting character and mc/protagonist. I have more, but I don't want to ramble all day about LMK here, so I will just stop with these two.

I love ur Pfp and Tumblr Banner picture.

I got more to say, but I will save that for another Ask, since this getting long, and this is a more LMK-focused Ask, and the next one(s) will probably be more TMNT-based.

Ask 1/?.

Alright, here we go. *Rubs hands together*/lh

Firstly, I just wanted to say that I am so sorry this response is so late, but now that I've seen both LMK and the Spiderverse movie (I think that's mentioned BSBSBS), I think now would be an appropriate time to respond to your ask! :D I'm gonna put a read more thing after this paragraph just in case people don't wanna read all that I gotta say lmao 😂

Next I want to say thank you for sending me an ask!! :D I don't know if you have seen what I posted, but I am unfortunately not as into LMK as much as I once was, and the turtles are to blame for that 😔😅 Though I will still watch it!! How could I not, it's still the best thing I've ever seen in my life!! This season's special was. Whoo boy. I don't even know where to begin

Azure really did just want to help people. He really did want to make the world a better place, and the way he sacrificed himself while having tears in his eyes I just-- 😭😭😭😭

I don't know if I have any favorite seasons or episodes in particular, honestly! :0 Like I said it's all so good, though before I think I would've said any and all episodes that have Wukong angst in them LMAO 😂

Speaking of him though, I agree with you!!! I think he's got a long way to go with learning how to do. Well, a lot, but it certainly doesn't make him bad, nor did it ever

Do you think he was so against Azure because he knew what it was like to try to search for power, and already knew the concequences?? O: Or something like that I don't know if I'm explaining my thoughts right right now haha 😅

And YESSSSS I'm so excited to see how they're relationship grows in the future!! :D I myself think that they consider themselves brothers instead of lovers, so I'm really looking forward to what happens with them! ^3^

Please ask all the questions you'd like!! I can't promise you I'll get to them quick, but I will get to them eventually, lmao 😂😅

Thanks, see you again!!! :D

[lifeonthemurdersim]

Subconscious Thoughts Fandom/Universe: Saints Row / Double Boss AU Characters/Pairing: Boss x Boss AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here)Word count: 1,245 words Synopsis: Casey's worst nightmares are the ones where she's alone. Fortunately, she never truly is. Author's Note: Another that's not really kinky or gorey more a cute little thing. Zoo is @zoo-the-saint's Boss. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post here! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Outdoors/Public Goretober prompt used: Nightmares

The dreams were horrible tonight. Fucking horrible.

It wasn't even just the usual re-living of deaths this time, this one was far more abstract; she woke up in a cold sweat not even remembering what was happening apart from one really important aspect that shook her to her very core.

She was alone. All alone.

Her eyes crept open, wondering if it was close to morning already so she could forgo the attempts to get back to sleep and go get some breakfast. Unfortunately, it was only 2.17am. She groaned, closed her eyes again and pulled her blankets right up over her head. But her mind remained firmly awake, making her chew at her lip and think shitty things about herself and force her body into positions it couldn't sleep in. Even if her conscious mind insisted she could deal with it, her unconscious didn't want to go back to that feeling of overwhelming loneliness. It couldn't deal with "alone" at all right now, actually.

She usually slept naked but she'd crashed in her bra and panties tonight. Still, she probably shouldn't rock up to her best friend's room in lingerie in case it came off as a proposition. Which she wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't be knowing them but still. She wrapped her comforter around her shoulders and stumbled out of bed.

She wasn't sure whether to knock or just creep right in and nestle in next to him, she knew by now he wouldn't mind the latter but if he was still up the former seemed more polite. When she reached Zoo's door, however, it was already open and the light was on, her co-Boss being nowhere to be seen. She blinked blearily and headed out to the living area. He wasn't there either, but the door out to the fire escape was ajar.

She wrapped herself up a little tighter as she stepped out into the cold winter air, walking through clouds of her own breath as she trudged up the fire escape to the roof. Sure enough, Zoo was up there, in pyjama bottoms with his leather jacket slung over the top, leaning against one of the rails and smoking.

"'Sup, valued colleague." Casey greeted as she approached him, with a surprising lack of enthusiasm in her tone considering she had meant it to be humorous. "Little 2am nicotine hit just couldn't stop screaming at ya?" Zoo chuckled slightly, taking a long drag as he turned to look at her as she approached, leaning onto the rail beside him.

"Haven't bloody slept yet." he confirmed. "Stupid poxy... thoughts had to go and get in the way." He offered her the cigarette without really seeming to think about it. She smiled and took a decent draw on it, letting the smoke back out slowly before handing it back to him. Just a little hit would do for now. "What about you, love?"

"Eh, usual." she replied. "Got to sleep just fine but shitty little nightmares woke me up."

"God we're a mess." he commented with a sigh.

"Comes with the trauma, sweetie." she pointed out, poking a hand out from the cover to pat him on the back. "I'm sorry you're having a hard time though." she said more softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. He shivered slightly.

"It's fine... I spose." he muttered, leaning down lower as he looked over the city. Casey looked too. She wondered if Stilwater would find the Saints' leaders as fearful if they knew they were sulking on a balcony together wallowing in their insomnia. She felt Zach shiver slightly, his chest was bare under his jacket and she knew how cold he always got. She was careful to keep her eiderdown covering her front so she wasn't flashing the whole city- not that half of them hadn't already seen it- but managed to pick enough of it up to wrap around him too.

The leather of his jacket was cold against her bare side, but he looked to her with an appreciative smile that made it worth it. He returned the favor by snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He frowned in surprise, patting her bare skin slightly. "Are you... naked?"

"No." she responded, side-eyeing him and smirking slightly. "I have underwear on."

He arched a brow at her with an intrigued look, pausing for a moment. "Well that's a shame." he finally retorted.

Casey snorted. "Is it really though Zach?" she asked. "Would seein' my boobs really make it all better?"

Zoo chuckled. "Wouldn't have done any harm, love." he pointed out, nuzzling into her hair slightly in a way that made her skin tingle all over. "Maybe it'd distract me 'til I felt better."

"This isn't a TV show, Zach." she laughed. "Either it'd just be weird or we'd end up fucking again."

He smirked back. "And would that be so bad?" he asked. Her eyes travelled over his face, incredibly close to hers now.

"No." she replied, leaning in to him even closer, their noses just barely brushing. "I think it would be, as always... very... very... good."

It was all very instinctive; Zoo closed the gap between them slowly, his scarred lips meeting her bitten ones. He tasted of cigarettes and booze and vaguely of metal; maybe blood. She wouldn't be surprised if he got into a fight again at one of the bars he frequents on sleepless nights. Still it's seductive and addictive as always, drawing her in, neither of them really relenting as the kiss drew them both in deeper; tongues meeting slowly, bodies shifting closer, Zach's teeth biting down on her bottom lip as they drew apart. He trained his gaze on her and she met his gaze hungrily.

"Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with us?" she complained, shaking her head.

"You're gonna have to be more specific, love." Zoo joked, brushing away a stray strand of her hair. He hesitated. "Do you... not want to-"

"Oh I want to." she interrupted quickly, worried she'd accidentally persuade him out of it if she wasn't careful. "I... I want you, Zach, I'm just worried if we do this too often... we're... we're gonna end up exactly where everyone always thinks we are."

"In a... relationship?" Zoo asked, speaking the words as if they were distasteful.

"Well don't say it out loud." Casey replied, scrunching her nose up.

He seemed to take on her concerns, but as usual, his response was quick. "Case... this... this is just us being us, y'know?" he pointed out. "If everyone else doesn't get that then fuck 'em, quite frankly."

"Yeah, you're right." she said with a slight smile. "I'm overthinking this."

"See, that's not good for you, I much prefer to underthink." the male Boss joked. "Guess that's why we balance each other out a bit."

"Here I was thinking we were the same person." she said with a little smile, then paused. "But yeah. You're right. We do." Zoo smiled back at her.

"What do you really want love?" he asked, reaching out a hand to the side of her face so their golden eyes locked each others' again. "Right now, no overthinking... what do you want?"

"I wanna fuck you." she replied, with a little bite of her lip. "Right on this fuckin' rooftop."

Zoo fixed her with an oddly affectionate smile, giving her a wink as he pulled her back to him. "That's my girl."

[myownwholewildworld]

okay i don't even know where to begin with this??? i read this chapter nice and slow because i just needed to soak it in being the finale - and it's now past my bedtime BUT no regrets. zilch. nil. zero. cero patatero.

excuse all my babbling but i need to take this all off my chest otherwise i am NOT sleeping tonight :D

i just love how the story was set up, how they kept coming close but never quite, so it got me on my tiptoes wondering "will this be the one?" but that's life really - full of surprises, of doubt, of fear, of missed chances, of unspoken words, of regret. and this story was so real, so believable, because of it. love is beautiful yet messy too, and this translated the realness of it all so well.

there were a few times where i died and then came back to life like mulan's mushu:

jokes aside, this, the whole series, is a masterpiece. the writing was impeccable and so were the world building, the characterisation, the dialogue, the internal turmoil.

i'm just so chuffed that they ended up together, because i was close to having an arrhythmia towards the end HAHAHA i'm a sucker for happy endings so this will most deffo be my comfort fic forever t.t

ANYWAYS i am leaving some more thoughts that i wrote down as i was reading because i just don't know any better c:

first, me when i read “infidelity” and “angst with a happy ending” in the tags:

“You have four years of chores to make up for.”

YOU TELL HIM BABE 😭

When you rush from the back, bag slung over one shoulder, his barstool sits empty. Nothing left in it but the ghost of a person you’re starting to worry might not even be your friend, not in the real way, the right way, but in that skin-splitting way where you call someone you haven't spoken to in years my friend from high school. Permanent, yes. But not current. Past.

i was punching the air here. WHAT THE FUCK JAVIER? COME BACK AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. this whole paragraph shattered me and was this close 🤏 to violence.

He’s moved to a small, square table by the clouded windows, a drink on top across from him, waiting for you. 

okay sorry i might have overreacted a little.

Or, not where you got it right, but got it differently, because it’s not that in this one you’ve gotten it wrong. But there must be worlds where you love each other in the same way at the same time.

my heart clenched so badly i almost dialled 999 thinking i was having a heart attack.

“No, baby, celebrating you.” […] “Gettin’ married.”

<proceeds to throw a rock at javi, then tackles reader to the floor> COME ON NOW.

“Mateo,” you say again, louder now. “What happened to not wantin’ a reunion?”

not the groomsman she fucked 😭 yeah girl what happened to that eh?

Only when you crawl in on Mateo’s side of the bed do you realize that for two years you’ve let your future spouse sleep on the side of the bed you’ve always favored. For as long as you’ve known Javier, he’s slept on the left and you the right. Or you always did before. Slipping back into your side after two years on the opposite doesn’t feel strange, to your surprise. It probably ought to. But this way, all it takes for Javier to have a place in your bed is for you to give yours up like you’ve merely been keeping it warm. Waiting for his return.

honestly this whole moment was so sweet but so heartbreaking because you can literally taste her yearning. never let mateo sleep on that side of the bed because it was javi’s side.

Maybe that’s some version of you, though you’re certain he never looked at you quite like that. Never with so much obvious meaning. Not that you remember, anyway.

he did 🥺 someone tell her he did! he does!

You swallow and push into the crowd. Just have to find your friends, get another drink in your hand and the ghosts will wipe away. You pass Javier at sixteen, at nineteen, at twenty-three. There he is on that lost New Year’s Eve, perfect in his blazer and stealing gold champagne. 

this? perfection. nothing to add, your honour.

“Javi,” you mumble. “But you’re good?”

SHUT UP JAVI, LET THE WOMAN TALK, SHE HAD SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY, I KNOW IT

His forehead drops to yours, flushed and so fucking heavy as you cradle his cheeks, thumbs stroking his fallen face. “You sh’d hate me,” he sighs, close enough to hear him swallow. To feel his dread drumming in your own skull. To feel his ruin like it’s crumbling you, and you don’t know why.

i was crying actual tears at this point. you could feel the agony emanating from these two so raw, so fresh. AH, the angst, the lovely angst.

Neither of you are saying it. Neither of you will. But you both know what made you take a jackhammer to your fucking life—say goodbye to a good man, send him running three states off to get the hell away from you—and you both know it’s sitting on your bed like he belongs there, like it’s his and was never anyone else’s. In some other life, you’re angry. You hate him. You’re bitter for a while.

the way I SCREAMED???? OKAY I THINK MY HEART MIGHT NOT BE BROKEN AFTER ALL?

“Okay,” he says. Sounds strange, you think. Strained.

i know he was holding back tears here, imagining this dress could of been for him, marrying the love of his life c’:

This drought in the air. Either way, something ends the moment his mouth meets your stomach, however separated your skin.

probs unrelated but my mind jumped to "an end to drought" and i just melted away 🫠 don’t know if this was intentional or not but girl did i swoon!

There’s a kind of pride in his exhaustion—brought about by the effort of undoing you—he carries himself like a man who knows he’s done a good day’s work and earned his rest.

someone give this man his payslip because he has delivered. 🫡

“You need to go,” you tell him, hardly a whisper. Not strong enough to speak a full-volume lie.

okay false alarm my heart is INDEED broken. i leaned back so hard i almost fell backwards. EXCUSE ME? i get her because the fear of losing someone when you’ve just had them is suffocating, but ????? kill me now.

It’s where it always is, beside the scissors and matchbooks and knot of rubber bands saved for rainy days, the aged carton of stale cigarettes, but your eyes catch on something new as it shifts inside the moving drawer. 

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. SHE’S FOUND IT.

“She wanted it saved,” he says, eventually. “For you.”

Never with his head turned in your direction, never appearing to notice you, but here. 

i bet he’s noticed her every. single. fucking. time. they’ve crossed paths. i biblically need javi’s pov on this?? maybe? just sayin’ 👀

In an instant, time collapses. A single, brief anomaly. You and Javier are eleven again. Sixteen. Eighteen—trying for the first time—then twenty, then twenty-nine. You are thirty, in the same city. You are fifty-five. You are older than your parents are now. You are wrecked by age.

coming back to this analogy? genius. i just loved the brief reference to their future too.

And Javier does, like he too has waited your whole lives to tell you exactly where he belongs.

i wasn’t joking someone call 999 now. it’s urgent.

I LOVED THIS AND I LOVE YOU FREYA. if this was a book, i'd be snatching it off your hands. like, would really buy this in a heartbeat. i'll be writing letters, emailing, calling and pestering netflix from tomorrow so this whole story becomes canon.

okay bye i'm gonna be a walking corpse tomorrow with less than 5 hours of sleep but mate was it worth it 😃

I'LL CARRY YOU: part III

THE FINAL CHAPTER

RATING: Explicit (18+) | PAIRING: Javier Peña x f!Reader WORD COUNT: 16.4k Content Warnings under the cut in case you wanna avoid spoilers!

SUMMARY: When Javier returns home, for good this time, you must confront what you are to each other after all these years.

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He knows what he’s doing and you hate that it works. You hate that on this fucking day, he’s here. Cheering you up. Taking some of the weight without you having to ask. Trying to get you to smile. Face hidden in your hands, you shake your head again. “Not a fuckin’ chance.” But he knows you better than that, doesn’t he? So he rounds your wrists with his hands and pulls gently, dragging the shield from your expression with a hazing smirk. Morning light is gentler with him here—when you woke just an hour ago the sun through your bedroom curtains was javelin in both eyes, but now the room is rosy as a peach slice, almost kind. Javier, sitting on the foot of your bed that for three weeks you’ve slept in with one half empty, smirks up at you like he’s already won.

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[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 11 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

One Month Later

I was really enjoying living with Jona.

Nothing had changed in our relationship other than the fact that we were living together.

That meant that I slept in the same bed as him and we fooled around but we still hadn't actually fucked.

I didn't know what was stopping us.

He would rim me or finger me and we would give each other blow jobs but his cock hadn't gotten even close to my hole, yet.

I was watching T.V. when I got a phone call from Jona and I quickly picked it up.

"Hey. I was going to order dinner soon. When are you going to be home?"

He groaned.

"I'm really busy at work and I'm going to be here late. I need to ask you a favor."

"Um... okay."

"Will you pick up Ethan from his baseball game?"

He asked hesitantly. I didn't say anything at first.

I liked Ethan.

I saw him a few days a week when he spent the night at the house but I had never spent much time alone with him and picking him up from his game... that was so parental.

"Sure," I finally said.

"Thanks, baby," he sounded grateful.

"I'll let you know when I'm leaving work. Love you."

And then he hung up.

I slowly took the phone away from my face and stared at it.

Did he just say...?

I shook my head.

No... he didn't mean it.

It was just an automatic response to someone when you cared about them and were getting off the phone with them.

I mean that was a plot in a lot of shows and movies.

It happened all the time.

It didn't mean anything, I told myself again.

We hadn't said those words to each other yet and Jona knew it was a big deal.

It was just an accident.

I thought he might call me back and apologize for the way he ended the call but he must have never realized it because the phone was quiet.

I sighed, snapping myself out of this daze.

I needed to pick up Ethan, I couldn't worry about this right now.

I pushed those words to the back of my mind and got up from the couch.

Don't over think it, Beau.

As I waited in the parking lot at Ethan's school, I was hoping that Jona told him I was picking him up.

It would be weird if he didn't.

I cared a lot about Ethan... more than I expected to... but the age thing got weird a couple times.

No matter how serious I got with Jona, I didn't want to start acting like Ethan's parent.

It wasn't fair since he already had two and he especially didn't need to be parented by a twenty-five-year-old.

Suddenly, the car door opened and Ethan said...

"Hey, Bea."

I smiled at the nickname and waved while he slid into the car.

"How was the game?" I asked as I did my routine, checking all the mirror incessantly before putting the car in reverse.

"Seatbelt, please," I said and Ethan clipped his seatbelt in.

"It was good. We won, so that's always good, right?"

"Right. Congrats," I told him, smiling over at him and then focused on the road again.

"Thanks."

We fell into a comfortable silence after that.

I never felt awkward around Ethan, at least after that first day so I wasn't sure why I was wary of picking him up.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Yeah, of course."

He paused and then just came out with it...

"How did you know you were gay?"

I was little shocked by the question but I responded quickly.

"I always kind of knew. I had my first crush on a boy when I was like five and it was pretty obvious to my parents from the beginning."

"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.

I glanced over at him, worried.

He was looking down at his hands in his lap.

I chewed on my lip.

Was he trying to say that he was...?

"Why haven't you asked your dad about this?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I can't. I'd be too embarrassed. Dad was like... a fuckboy growing up. He wouldn't understand."

I giggled a little.

Ethan gave me an amused look.

I smiled over at him before focusing on the road again.

"Why don't you tell me what's been going on?"

He sighed.

"It's my friend. My best friend. I don't know... I just don't look at him as just a friend. I don't think about girls at all, I just think about him. I could never tell him. My heart will just end up broken."

My eyebrows drew together.

"Is there's no way your friend feels the same way?"

He gave me a devastated look.

"No, definitely not. He would hate me if he knew."

"I'm sure he wouldn't, Ethan. Not if he's your best friend."

He just shook his head.

Soon we were pulling up to the house.

"Why don't you invite him over sometime. I have pretty good gaydar," I told him and he gave me a suspicious look.

"Or are you too embarrassed to be seen with your dad and me?"

I parked in the driveway.

"Well, you guys are kind of embarrassing sometimes."

"Then I have accomplished something in life."

Ethan laughed.

That seemed to bring him out of his poor mood and I was glad I could take his mind off it.

His smile fell a little and then he said...

"Please, Bea. Don't tell my dad."

I touched his shoulder.

"I won't."

"Thanks," he said, looking grateful.

"You can always talk to me, Ethan," I told him.

"Thanks, Bea."

I smiled, lip quivering a tiny bit.

And then I reached over the console, bringing him into a tight hug.

He laughed, hugging me back.

"Just don't do this in front of my friend, okay?"

"No promises," I said as I squeezed him.

He grumbled but squeezed me back.

[cherrycola27]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Blaze)

Warnings: Language, drinking, Smut, insecurities, virginity, Minors DNI 18+

Frustration. That's all you can think of right now as you make out with your boyfriend on the couch of his apartment.

Why are you frustrated? What reason do you have? You're a Navy pilot at the top of her career, you have amazing friends, and a boyfriend who you are certain God took extra time making, with both his looks and his personality.

You had a man, who despite his questionable fashion choices, loved you more than anything in the world, who looked at you as if you hung the moon, who worshiped the ground you walked on. Rooster Bradshaw was perfect.

You knew then man loved you and you could feel the evidence of his desire straining against his jeans as you straddled his lap while you kissed him.

So why were you so damn frustrated right now?

You were frustrated because at thirty years old, you were a virgin. And in the six months you had been with Rooster, you never told him. He definitely wasn't one to pressure you into sex or anything in that neighborhood. You had told him you wanted to take things slow, you felt like he was the one for you and you didn't want to screw it up.

That, and some well executed blow jobs seemed to satisfy him. You weren't necessarily hiding the fact that you hadn't had sex from him, but it embarrassed you. How many thirty years old had a man that looked like him and treated them the way he treats you aren't weren't jumping their bones?

What was even worse is that you hadn't done anything in the intimacy department. Though previous boyfriends had tried you psyched yourself out and shut them down, much like you had done to Rooster in the past. Sure you had given, but had never received

You knew deep down he would be able to make you feel good, but the thought of having to tell him scared you. What scared you even more though, was a conversation you had accidentally over heard between him and Hangman a few days ago at the Hard Deck.

"Rooster I know that Blaze has got to be giving you a run for your money in the bedroom." Hangman said to him. "Actually we haven't... we haven't slept together yet." Rooster admitted sheepishly. Hangman almost spit out his beer. "Bradshaw you guys have been together what... six months and you haven't screwed? You're a better man than I am because if it was me I might start looking elsewhere" Hangman finished.

You were too embarrassed to stay for the rest of the conversation. But in the back of your mind you wondered if Hangman was right. What if Rooster started to look elsewhere because you weren't sleeping with him? What if he got tired of waiting? You couldn't lose him because of your irrational fear, so you made up your mind that tonight you were going to have sex with him, virginity be damned.

You were almost naked in his lap, down to just your bra and panties. You were trying so hard to let yourself fall into this moment, to enjoy it, yet you felt like you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

"Rooster —wait... Rooster, I'm sorry, stop." You stated pulling away from him. You could feel the tears building. His hands went to your thighs rubbing soothing circles on them.

"Honey are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong Blaze?" He asked, his voice deep with concern.

"No, it's not you Bradley, you're perfect." You whimpered out as the tears streaked your cheeks.

"Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He asked pulling you close to him.

"It's not you, it's me. I, I..." you couldn't finishing

"You what?" Rooster asked, worried about you.

"I— I've never— I'm... I'm a virgin Rooster." You finally confess to him.

"Oh" He responds softly as if he isn't sure what to say next.

"I've never had sex, I've never done really anything. It's pathetic I know, and feel so bad because I know you have and that you want to. I know you have needs, and then the other night I heard you and Hangman talking about how if he was you he would go looking somewhere else for those needs to be met and that freaked me out because I don't want to lose you so I figured I could just get over it and we could do just it, but, but I'm scared." You spill your guts to him.

He takes your face in his hands a day wipes your cheeks. "Y/N, honey... I don't care if you're a virgin, and I would never leave you because we aren't sleeping together. Hangman is an ass and I told him as much after he said that. If you aren't ready, if you aren't 100% I'm fine with waiting."

God Bradley really was perfect. "But I am ready, I want this, I want you." You whisper.

"Okay." He responds before kissing you. The next thing you know, Rooster is lifting you off the couch and taking you to his room.

"What are you doing?" You ask. "I wanna do this the right way. I don't want your first time, our first time together to be on a couch. I want to take you to bed so I can properly love you.

You silently nod your head and wrap your body around Rooster, clinging to him like a koala on a tree.

His grasp on youis tight as he carries you through his home, his lips never leaving your skin as he kisses your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, any inch of skin that is exposed to him that he can get to.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he kisses a sensitive spot behind your ear and you let our a breathy moan.

"Fuck sweetheart, that sounds so good, can't wait to see what other sounds I can get out of you." Rooster whispers in your ear as he opens the door to his bedroom and gently deposits you on his bed.

"Get comfortable baby. I'm going to take my time with you." Rooster tells you as you. You slide into the center of his California king and lay back on his pillows.

To him you looked like an angel with your hair fanned out around your face. The lace baby pink set you have on is a stark contrast to his grey duvet.

You look at him with big doe eyes through your long lashes. God, you look so fucking innocent, he can't believe that he is the one that gets to have you first, that you trust him enough to do this, that he is the first one to ever see you like this, and if he has it his way, he'll be the only one to ever have you.

"Darlin, God, you look—fuck, you look amazing." Rooster tells you as he moves onto the bed.

He pulls you flush against him as you lay on your side and kisses you again. This time it's sweeter than before... like he is trying to savor you.

His large hands find your hip. He guided your leg over him. Bringing the two of you even closer. He trails his hand up and skims over the lace panties you are wearing. His hand travels further until it finds the clasp of your bra.

"Can I?" He asks. "Yes." You breath out. He flicks it open with one had. Of course he would be able to do that.

He pulls the lace away from you and you roll onto your back. You quickly bring your hands up covering yourself.

"Honey, don't do that. You're beautiful. I want to see you." He tuts as he pulls them away from your chest.

You take a few deep breaths. You aren't scared, this is Bradley, your Bradley who tears up at the ASPCA commercials on TV. You're just neverous.

"I'm going to touch you now. Y/N, if I do anything you don't like, or you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?" He states.

You nod your head as one of his hands comes up to skim your breast.

You gasp at the sensation. He continues to palm it when his mouth finds your other one, he tentively captures your nipple in his mouth.

"Ah" you gasp as your hand flys to his hair. "Everything okay?" Rooster asks you. "Yes, feels good." You reply.

He tongue circles the sensitive flesh causing you to squirm underneath him. He keeps it up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

The sensation has you grinding your thighs together, seeking some much needed friction.

Rooster can tell you want more. He slowly trails his lips down your stomach and stops at the waist band of your underwear. He peppers your hips with kisses before looking up to you, a silent plea for your permission to continue.

You shake your head and he carefully pulls them down your legs and drops them to the floor.

He grabs your ankle and trails wet kisses from it to your knee before switching to the other. He peppers the inside of your thighs with kisses, sucking and biting a few marks into them, claiming you as his.

"Rooster—" you breath out, not sure how to ask what you need.

"I've got you darlin." He coos before tentatively licking your slit.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, hips jerking off the bed. "So sensitive, so wet, and all for me." He says to you or to himself, you aren't sure.

He starts out slow, tongue sweeping long, broad strokes through your folds before he circles it around your clit, cause you to moan his name, God it sounds so good to him, he continues.

"Baby you taste so good, sweeter than fucking honey." He tells you. You aren't able to respond because his full lips are wrapping around your clit sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

"Oh Rooster, feels so good!" You cry out slipping your hand into his hair and grinding down on his face.

He continues to alternate linking and sucking on your clit, everything feels so good, you can feel an orgasm approach, but you need more.

"Roo— Bradley, please I need" You don't know what you're asking him for.

"What do you need pretty girl, tell me what you need." He coaxed you.

"You fingers, I need them in me please!" You gasp.

"Okay baby. Tell me if it's too much." He states before gently pushing his middle finger into you.

"So tight." He whispers. He slowly works his finger through your folds, finding that spongey spot inside you and stroking it.

You throw your head back and cry out his name. Soon his ring finger is slipping inside you to join his other.

Your hips grind down on his hand, chasing a feeling that no one has ever made you feel.

The grip you have in his hair tightens as he spreads you open further for him. His face is buried deep in your core, his nose bumps your clit as you grind against him, the fine hairs of his mustache further adds to the pleasure.

His broad fingers scissor your walls drawing you closer and closer to your peak.

Rooster grinds his hips into the mattress, enjoying this moment, perhaps even more than you are if that's possible.

Soon, your clenching around his fingers as they work in tandem with his mouth.

"Roo—Bra—I—I" you don't know how to tell him.

"I know you're close baby, let go. Cum for me pretty girl, I want to watch you fall apart for me. He encourages you.

His words cause the band to snap and soon, you're cumming all over his face and hands, but he doesn't stop. He continues to lap at you as if you're his last meal, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you, it's almost too much and before you even realize what's happening, you cum again, crying out his name as your thighs clamp around his head. White spots cloud your vision and you arent sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

Thankfully you don't have to decide because he has mercy on you and pulls your legs off of him and climbs back up the bed.

"You still with me pretty girl?" He asks brushing your sweat slicked hair from your face.

"Thank you, that—that was something else" you tell him panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Don't thank me just yet baby." He winks at you.

"Do you want to keep going, we can stop if you want to." He assures you.

"No, please, I don't want to stop, I want you so badly Bradley, I want all of you. I want to give you all of me." You tell him as your green eyes meet his.

He cups his hands around your face and kisses you sweetly before removing his boxers. He reaches for his night stand and fumbles in one of the drawers for a minute.

Then it dawns on you what he is looking for.

"I'm on the pill." You blurt out "And... well... obviously I'm clean." You continue.

"I'm clean too... are you sure?" Rooster asks.

You nod your head. "Okay." He states before kissing you again.

He lays you flat on your back, head propped up on some pillows before he moves his body over you.

"If it's too much, or it hurts, or anything and you want to stop, just tell me." He says.

You smile up at him knowing that he is going to take care of you.

You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His arms are by either side of your head, steadying himself, you grip the sheets at your sides as he slowly pushes into you.

You knew he was big, and you also knew he tried to warm you up with his fingers, but his cock still stretched you as he pushed in. You could tell he was going slow. The stretch of him burned, a few tears pricked your eyes, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this so badly.

"Almost there baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well." Rooster praised you sensing your discomfort.

After what felt like ages of him entering you, he was finally buried in you to the hilt.

He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

Your hands left the sheets and went to his back, drawing him closer to you.

"Are you okay baby? Do you want to stop?" He asked, feeling how tense you were.

"No, I just need a minute, I feel, really full." You try to explain to him.

You took deep breaths as you slowly began to relax around him. You drew in a deep breath and slightly adjusted your hips, causing Rooster to hiss.

"Bradley, you can move. Just go slow please." You told him after what felt like ages to you buy was maybe only a few minutes.

His hips began to gently rock against yours. Testing the waters to find out what you liked, what gave you pleasure.

At first your nails dug into his shoulder blades, but as he continued, your relaxed and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

Soon, he was picking up the pace as your sounds turned from small whimpers to moans of pleasure.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Baby that feels so good. Oh God Rooster, right there—just like that!" You cried out when he hooked your legs over his shoulders giving him a a chance to thrust deeper into you. The angle at which his cock was driving into you made it graze your g-spot over and over again.

"You feel so good around me pretty girl. Can't believe you trusted me enough to let me be your first. My fucking beautiful baby, your pussy was fucking made for me." Rooster praise you as he continued to move against you.

His fingers gripped the meat of your hips bringing them to meet his thrusts. You were sure you would be able to count ten finger shaped bruises on them tomorrow but you didn't care.

He moved faster again you, enough to push you towards your peak, but not enough to hurt you.

Rooster knew there would be a time where he could be rougher with you, but this was your first, he wanted you to enjoy it. While he wanted to go faster and harder, because fuck did you you feel good around him, and damn if he didn't want to cum deep in you and make you so cock drunk that you forgot what your name was, because he did, this wasn't about him.

No, this was about you. You weren't some random girl he had taken home for the night, no, you were the love of his life and the woman he was certain he was going to marry.

You trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him, and he wanted to make sure you were satisfied.

"Bradley, faster, harder, please." You moaned underneath him. He picked up his pace slightly, pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust.

You were on cloud nine. Each snap of his hips wound you tighter and tighter. Rooster was taking such good care of you. He was everything you ever could have wanted.

He continued to push into you, bringing his hips flush with yours each time.

You felt like heaven around him. The way he filled you was perfect, the way your walls clenched him, he had never felt anything like it, nothing came close to this feeling head had right now. The euphoria of being one with you. Not even flying made him feel this good.

Rooster never understood what some of his friends told him about taking someone's virginity, about how it was one of the greatest things they had ever experienced.

All of the women he had been with had experience.

He thought his friends were full of shit honestly, but boy, was he wrong.

Now he knew what they meant. It wasn't just how you felt around him, it was the connection you shared that made it so much better

The fact that he was the first one to draw these sounds from you, the first one to give you this pleasure. The first one to feel the velvet of your walls wrapped around him... it was fucking addictive and he was sure he would never get enough of it.

He had never thought of himself has the possessive type until now, you were his, all of you was his and his alone. The way you squeeze around him and pulled him in, the way your body accepted him, felt like it was made for him, and well, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever let someone else experience this.

He wanted you all to himself, forever and always.

"Babe, are you close pretty girl?" He asked as his hips began to falter. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"I'm close, but I don't know if I can again. I want you to cum Rooster, you can if you need to. You already made me feel so good." You told him earnestly.

Rooster thought it was so sweet how you wanted to take care of him, but he needed to make you cum one more time.

He craved the feeling of your velet heat clenching down on him and milking him for all he had.

One of his hands left your hip and came to were your bodied met. He began to draw tight circles over your clit pushing you to the edge.

The new feeling overwhelmed you. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as a third orgasm rapidly approached you.

"Fuck, Bradley... I'm gonna cum!" You cried, rolling your hips to meet his.

"That's it pretty girl, I know you can do it." He encouraged you as his rhythm stuttered.

"Open your eyes baby, I want to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart on my cock pretty girl." Rooster commands. Your eyes snap open and with one, two, three more deep thrusts you cry out his name while your body shakes and pleasure overtakes you. You cling to him for dear life as he falls over the edge, spilling into you.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually the weight of Rooster's body on you becomes too much and you push him off.

He smiles at you, it's goofy and a little lopsided from the post sex high.

"That was amazing." You tell him.

"Best I've ever had." He tells you.

Now it's your turn have a goofy smile.

He pulls you tightly against him. You could stay like this forever, but suddenly you are aware of the sticky sensation between your thighs, and your need for the bathroom.

"Rooster, I need to pee." You say sheepishly. He just laughs.

He give your a quick peck on the lips before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. He gives you a few minutes to take care of business before he comes back with one of his shirt and a fresh pair of boxers on.

He sets you up on the counter next to him.

He wets a cloth in the sink and cleans you up. Then he slips his shirt over your head and carries you back to the bed before tucking you into some fresh sheets.

He curls up beside you and you bury your face into his chest. Your body suddenly heavy with sleep.

"Bradley." You mumble against him.

"Yes baby?" He asks stroking your hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too pretty girl, I love you too."

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