#idk i just wanted to write a muse sticking up for another in this way and bj sounded like a good opportunity

[ofyorkshire]

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"—Don't look up. And don't drink that." BJ didn't move as he spoke. His head stayed tilted downward, body cocked casually toward the room of bar patrons, pretending to be enamoured with how his rings glinted in the low light, or scratching at some invisible speck on his neck scarf. Ahead of BJ, a man in an ugly green sweater was just off to the toilets for a piss. Next to BJ, the person who he could only assume must be said ugly green sweatered man's date. Or, at least, someone the fella hoped would be by the end of the night.

          "He dropped something in your glass when you were talking to the waitress." His rings clicked as he fidgeted and he smiled distractedly at another patron. "You'd best give it here. Swapsies. He won't know. Hurry."

[kamesama]

I’ve been dying to see some Sukuna aftercare after some -ahem- rough play. 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 plssss I absolutely adore your writing style

yes. absolutely yes. i'm eating this up.

— lovely: ryōmen sukuna.

— notes + warnings: n/sfw because post-coital bliss; implied rough sex; lots of synonyms for 'wet'; otherwise i'm still your domestic fluff provider™, just a lil' spicy; female! reader x human? sukuna ( idk ); i literally don't know what else to say. — word count: 637

pearls of sweat spilled open across your skin, sticking to the linen bed-sheets. tension melted off your muscles and dampened the mattress. bedroom walls lapped up leftovers of your moans as you heaved, ribcage expanding only to have the thews in between the arched bones squeeze your breaths out.

with sukuna rolled away from you, your blush red thighs pressed against one another, as if to savour whatever remains of the gratification laid lurking between them. the movement was not so subtle, earning you a deep chuckle that seemed to scratch sukuna’s throat through layers of honey; sweet and thick.

a light shift of weight upon the dents in the cushion lead to an uncharacteristically tender kiss planted above the vertebra proudly standing between your scapulae. 

“always so insatiable, aren’t you?” sukuna’s voice dripped onto your skin, hot and balmy. his own lungs devoured the air more eagerly than usual; a giveaway that sweet exhaustion hugged him just as tightly. he extended his arm invitingly as he rolled onto his back, urging you to do the same — a demand that you satisfied swiftly and more than willingly, “come here, you naughty girl.”

your hand patted the space around you blindly, gaze too immersed in the sight of sukuna’s profile. it brought a foolishly pleased smile to your lips as you finally grasped the thin sheet, bringing it up to your loved up and bitten frame. 

sighing in delight, you laid your reddened cheek against sukuna’s skin as he pulled you close. his vast palm massaged your bare breast, fingertips trailing over the erect nipple lazily. all the while, you nuzzled into him, your nose nesting in the small depression on his neck.

stretched tendons and bruised skin wanted you to utter out a promise of never again, but the sheer delight coursing through your veins and getting sucked up by every cell in your body made you sigh yet again; an odd mixture of a moan and a groan, “it hurts, ‘kuna…” you mumbled, eyelids veiling your sight as they succumbed to the pull of exhaustion.

“does it, now?” he mused, as if utterly clueless. as if he wasn’t the culprit behind the ache in your flesh and the mulberry stains across your skin. as if he didn’t have you drench the pillow with vapour dripping off your breath and soak the linen with wetness gushing from in between your thighs.

he could feel you nod and purse your lips, “mhm.” 

with a grin, he continued to grope your breast, only for his hand to trail down the curve of your waist and across your hip bone. his amusement seemed to grow as his touch ghosted across the scorching surface of your bottom, still tainted with hand-shaped splatters of rosy red.

“whatever shall i do…” he murmured, sticking his crimson gaze to the ceiling and taking a selfish moment to savour the aftermath of his unadulterated indulgence. your breathing had calmed, your lungs no longer utterly starved. 

he liked you so; exhausted. overwhelmed. pressed against him as if he was some sort of lifeline; an anchor. 

but he couldn’t possibly leave you a tarnished mess, so sweaty and drenched, with that bothersome ache clenched around your bones. 

no. you’ve been too good, too sweet for him to let slumber take you so filthy, so ruined — even though you seemed to be slipping away already, ravished so thoroughly and screwed so senseless that you couldn’t bother to move a muscle.

it was lovely, truly.

“hey,” he called out, nudging you a little; just enough to stir you from still weak confinements of rest. goosebumps rose on his skin from the way your lashes caressed the spot on his neck, “not yet,” he chuckled, kissing your hairline as he sat up.

“not until we’re out of the bath, princess.”

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

[redroomreflections]

A Covenless Witch

Agatha Harkness x original child character (don't know what to tag this as)

Summary: Agatha encounters a curious young witch in the Woods who won't leave her alone. Soon enough she finds out the girl knows more about her than she lets on.

Note This is kind of an open one shot. Actually Idk what it is. I just wanted to write it since I loved Hillary Duff in Casper Meets Wendy and thought of her.

W/c: 3k

Agatha’s boot crushed a brittle stick as she made her way through the dense undergrowth, each step slow and deliberate. The forest was quiet at this hour, and she found a strange comfort. She shifted her grip on the firewood under her arms. She'd been needing it for a long time now.

As she approached the mouth of her base, her pace slowed to a crawl, taking every chance to enjoy the silence before the inevitable. Soon enough, she would encounter more witches who wanted to find the road. For now, she would enjoy the silence. It had taken her longer than expected to gather enough. It always did, but she couldn’t bring herself to hurry. This time of year always made her a bit antsy. She refused to acknowledge the tickling in the back of her throat or the burn in her eyes. It had been… what, a century and a half since Nicholas had gone? Two? The years blurred together now. All she remembered clearly was the ache. She sighed and shook her head. There was no use in getting emotional about it. What was done was done.

The sting had dulled with time, but the hollow it left behind remained a permanent part of her, like a scar too deep to heal. As she trudged forward, a flicker of color caught her eye, snapping her out of her thoughts. She paused, watching a small flower bloom at her feet, its petals unfurling in slow, careful movements.

"Interesting," She murmured to herself. Flowers of that kind didn't usually bloom in this part of the country.

She knelt down and brushed her fingers over the silky petals. She couldn't help the smile that graced her lips. "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" She mused. She felt a tingling on her fingers and a gentle warmth. A soft, white glow filled the space between her hand and the flower. Slowly, the petals turned into a rosy pink. However, it wasn't her magic that had done it. It was more light, airy, pure. It made her roll her eyes. She stood straight and scanned the trees, feeling the energy pulse like a heartbeat.

"Show yourself," She demanded. She was met with another flower much bigger than the last. Then, a giggle. Agatha scowled, dropping the wood to the ground. She took a step towards the flower, reaching her hand out to rip it out of the ground. "Fine, you want to play hardball." Agatha raised a hand, bending her fingers to emit her purple magic.

"You have to find me, silly." The voice, childlike in nature, called out to her.

Agatha let out an exasperated sigh, folding her arms as she surveyed the forest with narrowed eyes. “A game of hide and seek, is it?” Her voice held a faint, mocking tone, but her fingers twitched with purple sparks, ready to snap at the first sign of trouble. Whoever—or whatever—this was, it had no idea who it was dealing with.

Another giggle drifted through the trees, high and sweet, like bells in a soft breeze. Agatha’s scowl deepened.

“Oh, very cute,” she muttered, stepping closer to where the sound had come from. As her boot crunched against the leaf-strewn forest floor, another flower unfurled at her feet, this one larger than the last. Its petals were soft lavender, shimmering with that same pure light that made Agatha’s skin crawl.

“Enough with the flowers,” she snapped. “I’m not impressed with nature’s little parlor tricks.”

The voice didn’t giggle this time—it sighed, sounding almost disappointed. “You’re not much fun,” it replied, petulant, and Agatha could practically hear the pout in the words. “My coven always likes the flowers.”

A spark of curiosity lit up within her, and her brow furrowed. What in the world was this?

"Coven?" She scoffed a smile of disbelief on her lips. "What kind of a coven sends a child out to do their dirty work?" She had her doubts this was a child, though. "I don't see anyone else. You must be terribly brave or terribly stupid."

"I'm not stupid," The child stepped out from behind the trees. She was sporting a solid red hat and red overalls. Her blonde bangs swept past her eyebrows, and her glasses were so perfectly rounded it was almost cartoonish. The girl, perhaps no older than eight or nine, stood there, looking up at Agatha with wide eyes and an impish smile.

Agatha, however, didn't smile. She looked the girl up and down, then scoffed again.

"If you say so," she muttered, waving her hand. Purple tendrils snaked around the child's wrists, forcing them together and pulling her towards Agatha. The girl responded with her magic wave, prompting a dozen little spiders to travel up Agatha's body.

Agatha’s eyes widened for a split second before narrowing to dangerous slits. She grimaced as the tiny spiders skittered up her arms and shoulders, their little legs pricking against her skin. Oh, the nerve of this child.

“Cute trick,” Agatha said coolly, though her fingers twitched with the urge to flick the creatures off. With another wave of her hand, the purple tendrils around Winnie’s wrists tightened, pulling her closer until the girl stood mere inches away. The spiders paused unison, sensing Agatha’s magic, but the girl’s innocent smile didn’t waver.

Winnie looked up, not showing the slightest bit of fear. “You don’t like spiders?” she asked, her voice sweet and playful, but a glint in her eyes told Agatha this girl knew exactly what she was doing.

“Not particularly,” Agatha replied, voice low, her smirk sharp enough to cut. “But you don’t like being tied up, do you?” She gave a little tug on the magical tendrils, just enough to make the child stumble.

Winnie only grinned wider, not the least bit phased. “My magic’s stronger than it looks,” she said, tilting her head as though sizing Agatha up. As if commanded by an invisible signal, the spiders scurried up toward Agatha’s neck, their tiny legs prickling against her collarbone.

With an irritated flick of her wrist, Agatha summoned a gust of wind that swept the spiders away, scattering them into the underbrush. “Adorable,” she drawled, though her tone was more sinister than amused. “You’re testing your limits, aren’t you?”

Winnie gave her a sly smile. “You’re fun,” she declared, as though that settled things. “The others just tell me what to do. But you’re… different.”

Agatha scoffed, but there was a hint of satisfaction behind her disdain. She released the magic around the girl’s wrists, letting her hands drop. “Different? You’re quick to judge for someone who couldn’t tell a deer from a danger.”

"What's that even mean?" The girl narrowed her eyes.

"It means you're reckless, and you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. What do you want, kid?"

Winnie tilted her head. "Why do you keep calling me a kid? I'm a witch, just like you. You're old and boring."

"Oh, I'm a witch, am I? How presumptuous."

"Well, if it walks like a duck," She shrugged.

"And if it talks like a duck."

Winnie giggled. "Are all grown-ups so stubborn?"

"Mostly," She smirked.

"Do you have a name, or can I just call you boring?"

Agatha rolled her eyes. "If you must know, it's Agatha."

"Well, that's not boring."

Agatha began to walk away. She gathered her firewood with a flick and began to walk forward. "Go back to your coven, kid. I know your Mommy is looking for you or something." The word Mommy was dripping with disdain. 

"I'd much rather spend time with you," The girl practically tripped over her feet to follow her. "You're powerful."

"Thank you," Agatha didn't bother to look behind her. "Now run along."

"I'm Winnie," She introduced herself.

"Winnie," Agatha echoed. "Wouldn't have been in my wheelhouse for a name."

"Do you have kids?"

Agatha stopped short and glared at her. "No,"

"Then why would it be in your wheelhouse?" Winnie raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up, kid."

"Okay," She fell into step beside her, a skip in her step. "Can I walk with you?"

"No."

"Oh, please," Winnie whined. "It's a long walk to the town. And it's cold and dark. I bet you can't protect me very well if I get lost. I could die."

"If that were the case, it would be no loss," Agatha muttered.

"Wow," Winnie scoffed. "You're rude."

"I've been told," Agatha shrugged. "How'd you find your way out here anyway? I live away from town for a reason."

"I have my ways," Winnie grabbed a piece of firewood she saw on the path. She held it out to Agatha as some sort of peace offering.

Agatha snatched the wood, shooting the girl a warning glare, then tucked the firewood back under her arm.

"So," Winnie began. "How did you end up in the woods, anyway?"

"How did you, kid?"

"I'm not a kid. I'm a witch. And I'm eight. How old are you? You look really old."

"I don't look a day over thirty-four," Agatha frowned.

"So, you're old, but not too old," Winnie concluded. "And I found you because I can smell a powerful witch from miles away. Can you?"

Agatha huffed, but there was a hint of a smirk on her lips. “Smell a powerful witch from miles away? Not exactly. That’s a cute little trick you’ve got there, though. Very… convenient.”

Winnie’s grin widened, undeterred by the sarcasm. “It is! My coven taught me. They say a good witch should know who she’s dealing with.” She tilted her head, studying Agatha as if assessing her strength. “And you… you’ve got a lot of magic. More than anyone I’ve met.”

Agatha arched an eyebrow, a little flattered but more annoyed. “And you’ve met exactly how many witches, little Miss Flower Petal?”

“Enough,” Winnie said, her tone proud, chin lifting a bit. “They tell me I’m the best in my coven for my age. I can tell you’re strong, but you hide yourself. My coven doesn’t do that.”

Agatha’s expression darkened slightly, though she kept her gaze steady on the child. “Hiding has its advantages, trust me,” she muttered. “Keeps nosy little witches from sniffing around places they don’t belong.”

"Sounds lonely," Winnie shook her head. "What are you hiding from?"

"I'm not hiding. It's just not your business," Agatha shot back, her tone harsher than she intended.

Winnie was quiet for a few moments. "You remind me of my Mom. She doesn't let me have a lot of friends."

Agatha couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "Your mother sounds wise," She paused and looked over at Winnie. Agatha knew she had been entertaining this little girl long enough. She should just leave her in the woods and never look back, but Agatha's curiosity was piqued. There was something about this child, something powerful yet not entirely tainted by the world. Agatha wondered if she could have been like that if Nicholas hadn't... No, that was a train of thought, and she had no interest in boarding.

"Your mom should be worried about you being a friendless loser," Agatha finally said.

"You sure do have a lot of insults," Winnie commented. "I didn't see anyone coming out of your cabin, by the way."

Agatha narrowed her eyes. "You've been watching me." She figured there was more to this little girl than getting lost in the woods. 

"Yeah," Winnie said as if it were the most obvious thing. “Sorry, I lied earlier. Had to get you to trust me.”

"I don’t, and that's a bit creepy."

"Only a little."

Agatha rolled her eyes and picked up her pace. Winnie jogged to keep up with her.

“So,” she began again, her voice cutting through the stillness of the woods, “you know this road, right? The one that goes on forever?”

Agatha shot her a sideways glance, her brows furrowing at the sudden shift. “What are you talking about?” She was trying to play it cool, but the mention of The Witches' Road had her on edge.

Winnie’s eyes shone with the excitement of someone who’d just stumbled upon an old secret. “The Witches' Road. I’ve heard stories. They say it’s not just a road. It’s... a place where witches walk when they’re lost. A place between here and... somewhere else.”

Agatha’s lips tightened into a thin line. She didn’t like where this conversation was going. “Stories, huh? And where did you hear these ‘stories’ from, exactly?”

Winnie didn’t hesitate. “My mom says it’s not a place you go unless you really need it. But she didn't - I mean, she doesn't talk about it much. She doesn’t like to tell me about the road because she says it's dangerous.”

"Your mother is a smart woman," Agatha muttered.

"Well, I also heard you're the person to find," Winnie hinted. "You know how to get to the Witches' Road."

"I didn't realize you were looking to leave."

"I'm not," Winnie smiled. "I just want to see it. To prove I could."

Agatha hummed, her eyes scanning the trees, wondering if she would find more witches hiding in the shadows.

"So, you survived the Witches Road, right?" Winnie continued.

"I've never seen the Witches Road," Agatha shrugged.

"You're Agatha Harkness," Winnie furrowed her brows. "I was told you would know how to get there."

"You seem to know a lot about me, you little liar."

"I asked around," She shrugged. "My mom isn't a big fan."

"And I can't blame her," Agatha smirked.

"Can you show me?"

"No."

"But-"

"You shouldn't mess with the Witches' Road, kid." Agatha wanted. "I'm only trying to save you."

"I knew it was too good to be true," Winnie sighed.

Agatha's eyes narrowed as she scanned her, trying to keep the edge from her voice. "Who sent you, exactly?" she asked, the suspicion growing in her chest. This wasn't just some random curious witchling asking about the Witches' Road—this felt like something more.

Winnie didn't seem to notice the sudden tension in the air. She only shrugged, offering a mischievous grin. "A woman. She said her name was Royal or maybe Rocky. Something like that." Her expression shifted to confusion, as though she wasn’t entirely sure. "She said you’d know what to do."

Agatha froze.

The air around her seemed to thicken momentarily, a dull ringing in her ears as her mind raced. Royal. Rocky. She didn't even want to think her name for fear of the woman showing up. She hadn't seen her in at least fifty years. Avoiding death was one of her strong suits.

"Right," she forced out, trying to keep her voice casual. "She did, did she? And why exactly does she think I can help?"

"She didn't say," Winnie replied, and Agatha could see her eyes scanning her face, watching for her reaction. "She was pretty vague. I guess that's part of her job. She's a seer or something, right?"

"Something," Agatha muttered. Her jaw clenched, a muscle jumping at the corner, but her eyes remained steady on the girl. "Did she say anything else? Or just send you to find the nearest old witch in the woods?"

"She said a lot," Winnie replied with another shrug, her innocent gaze unwavering. "But most of it didn't make any sense. She also said she wasn't supposed to talk to me. She's kind of creepy."

"Aren't we all," Agatha replied, her own mind spinning. Winnie paused, glancing up at the darkening sky, the first hints of twilight creeping over the treetops. The air was cooler now, a soft chill settling over the woods.

“I should get back,” Winnie said, her tone thoughtful but resolute. ���But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Agatha didn’t respond immediately. She just watched the little girl turn and begin to walk away. It was strange—she wasn’t sure why she felt the urge to keep an eye on her. There was something about Winnie, something far too self-assured for her age, but Agatha couldn’t quite place it.

Winnie was almost out of sight when Agatha took a slow breath, her eyes narrowing. She wasn't about to let the kid walk off alone, not when she had made it clear she was headed for something dangerous. There was a reason Rio had sent this child to Agatha. She didn't want to think of the implications of that.

Agatha sighed, her mouth set in a firm line. “Tomorrow, huh?” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to anyone else.

She let Winnie get a little farther before she fell back into the shadows, deliberately putting enough distance between them. It was the kind of trick she knew well—watching without being seen. No one needed to know that Agatha Harkness had decided to stick around. Not just yet. She followed Winnie into another desolate part of the woods. This time, she noticed a few things. There was no one calling out for Winnie. There was no one looking for her.

"A covenless witch?" Agatha questioned aloud. That was highly uncommon. A witch without a coven was a danger to everyone around them. Covens taught witches control. Without that, a witch could become volatile and unpredictable.

Winnie had reached the end of the trail. It opened up to a small, dilapidated cabin. The roof sagged, and the windows were boarded shut. The door was crooked, held up only by a single rusty hinge. Winnie pushed the door open with a grunt, and Agatha watched, still hidden in the shadows. The little girl disappeared inside, and for a moment, all was quiet. Agatha stayed back, unwilling to risk being seen, though her curiosity burned.

After a few moments, she saw the flicker of a candlelight from within, casting a dim glow on the cabin's warped wooden walls. Agatha’s lips curled into a soft smirk. The child had found her way home to some quiet, forgotten place, far from the eyes of others. For now, at least.

As the light dimmed, signaling that Winnie had settled in, Agatha’s gaze lingered on the cabin for just a beat longer before she turned away. She didn't know why she saved the little girl from the wrath of the Witches Road. She didn't need to build a moral compass now. She almost couldn’t believe what she was doing. She had created the Witches' Road to trap witches, to harvest their power, to turn them into something she could control. It was supposed to be a tool—a means to an end.

But Winnie wasn’t just some witch she could use. She wasn’t a pawn. Agatha’s lips tightened, her mind wrestling with a truth she didn’t want to face.

She had expected to send Winnie to the Road after her probing, just like she had with countless others before, but something about the child had stopped her. Maybe it was the innocence, the purity of a witch still untouched by the harshness of the world. Maybe it was the curiosity in her eyes, the one that mirrored Agatha’s own when she was younger, when she still believed she could change her fate.

Her fingers curled into a fist, her thoughts spiraling. She had wanted power and control, and now, she was letting the child go free. With one last glance at the cabin, Agatha turned on her heel and disappeared into the woods. She wasn’t ready to confront what that decision meant. Not yet.

[wrathofrats]

Sits down cross legged on the floor

Consider; raindrop fucking, lazy and kinda casual about it while just musing about how badly they both wanna get their hands on the new bug. Phantoms so cute and sweet - Rain knows he'd be such a good boy, wants to prove it but Dew is convinced he's absolutely got a bit of a brat inside of him.

Dew wonders if he's weird like Aether and likes to play with his magic, Omega certainly did...Is it just a quint ghoul thing to be a freak??

Rain asks if his dick would be bigger than Dew's (Dew tries to pretend he's offended as if he doesn't share the same sentiment)

Just slightly provoking each other, a little bit of possessiveness hidden in there somewhere, while they talk absolutely nasty about Phantom...idk!

Is this smthn-

-Void

I’m honored I’ve finally been given raindrop writing privileges I hope I did them justice I know how important those freaks are to you

1.6k of exactly what it says on the tin folks. Warnings for degro, size shaming, mentions of physical punishments like bruises and blood, they’re a bunch of possessive freaks.

Ok have fun

Dew reeks of sweat and smoke.

His forehead is shiny, golden hair sticking to it as he tips his head back to allow Rain to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. They exchange heat in this position, Rain sat in his lap nestled comfortably on his cock while Dew massages his hips. He gets hotter the longer they sit, no real urgency to either of their movements, Dew would gladly burn if it meant being able to continue touching Rain like he’s a deity who has given him the grace of his skin against his own.

“Haven’t you noticed how he looks at us firefly?”

The words barely register in Dew’s brain as Rain lifts up off of his throat to speak coherently. Rain grinds his hips back lightly, causing Dew to suck in a deep breath. His grip tightens as he finally looks back up at Rain with a confused look.

“Who?”

“Phantom. Have you been listening to me or do I need to get up?” Rain sighs while Dew digs his nails into his hips, mumbling out a couple breathy protests.

“I’m listening I promise I- we’ve just been here for hours Rain cloud”

It had been more like an hour. The passage of time slowing as Rain moves at his own leisure. A casual pace to the roll of his hips even as Dew attempts to move them faster. Rain had already soaked the sheets below them anyways, can’t help himself, but Dew’s eyes cross every time Rain sits back to add another comment about whatever he had decided was the topic of conversation.

“Could get up if you’re not feeling it, thought you enjoyed it when I sit sweetly in your lap. Thought you wanted something pretty to look at”

“I do baby-“

“Then stop complaining”

Dew lets out another breath he didn’t know he was holding. He readjusts them in an attempt to relieve something about their position. At least enough that he can focus on what Rain is saying to him.

“Anyways, Phantom just looks so sweet doesn’t he? Probably would drop to his knees in the common room if we asked him” Rain repeats, a soft hand caressing Dew’s chin to force his gaze. He studies Dew’s eyes for any hint that he’s not fully with him, enamored with the way his pupils dilate. Finally Dew rolls his eyes and bats Rain’s hand away, grumbling about how he’s still there.

“You really think that freak is obedient?”

“More obedient than you are” Rain chides “besides, if he listens when you send him on stupid errands to annoy Swiss, I wonder what else we could make him do.”

Phantoms eyes spark when he sees Dew and Rain. A mischievous glint that has Rain wanting to drag him between them and use him as they please. A finger beckoning him over, pointing at the floor, hell Dew barely had to motion to the stage before Phantom had eagerly dropped to his knees while on tour. Something Dew has not forgotten, or let Rain forget.

“I’ve heard the opposite. Swiss gets chatty when he’s high” Dew snickers. There’s a hint of jealousy to his voice as Rain praises the new summon while seated on his cock. A petulant tone that only makes Rain bite his lip in curiosity.

“Is that so?”

“Said he’s a fucking brat, that he’s got an awful mouth on him” Dew groans as Rain bounces lightly just to hear that tone of his go breathy again.

“Well considering how often I let you get away with it, I’m not concerned”

Rain adjusts again with a wicked look. He loves watching the cocky attitude in Dew melt away as he clenches down on his cock. Dew is adorable when he’s jealous, Rain could work him up for hours if he didn’t think Dew may burn down the abbey about it.

“He’s greedier than you are princess, Swiss could spank the stupid toy raw and he would beg for more”

“Guess I enjoy the challenge. Swiss encourages the bratting though and you of all ghouls should know that”

More than once had Swiss worked Dew up enough to get smoke coming out of his ears. Laughing in his face before sending him back to Rain covered in bruises after taunting the one ghoul who usually couldn’t control himself. Always quiet and docile, but they all knew the work it took to get him there. Swiss dishes his punishments hard, that fucking sadist, purely encouraging a bad habit so he can have his own fun.

"Sometimes Swiss has to subdue him with quintessence just to get him to shut his mouth. Poor thing will apparently just talk and babble until he's fucked stupid"

Oh that idea intrigues Rain more than it should. The idea of Phantom being so loud and disobedient that even Swiss can't handle him sometimes? He licks his lips, quickening his pace bouncing up and down on Dew just thinking about it. His thoughts are awful really, the terrible sadistic part of him wondering if he could get Phantom to submit without having to use magic.

He knows how hard Swiss can go, he's left plenty of cuts and bruises on Rain to make that point clear. But Rain wonders if Phantom will allow him to go harder.

“I think we could take him firefly. Could just tie him up until he wants to be good if the bug gets out of hand.” Rain muses. Dew pants and curses beneath him, trying to grab at Rain to slow him down.

“Fuck baby-“ Dew moans. There’s an internal debate of whether or not to force him to still his hips, loving the way he looks bouncing up and down. His dark hair framing his face as he tilts his head back blissed out on Dew’s cock, small tits bouncing slightly, he looks ethereal like this and if Dew wasn’t about to completely ruin the moment he would've been more than grateful to continue to watch.

There’s a small pause that lingers in the air as Rain finally stills. He leans forward into Dew’s chest against, panting right by his ear.

“Hope he’s a bit nasty for us, hope he makes me fucking claw at his skin until he sobs. Get him real marked up and docile, see a bruised bloody thing at our feet hanging onto our every word” Rain huffs, breathy and a cocky lit to his voice that has Dew whimpering at the idea. One of Rain’s claws drags down the side of Dew’s abdomen for emphasis as he just nods and gasps at the sting.

“Do you think he’s got that awful quint trait of being a fucking freak with his magic? Do you think he uses it to get what he wants?” Dew screws his eyes shut as Rain clenches down on him again. Omega certainly has an awful streak of using his magic to his advantage, they’re sure that’s how aether got to be so bad. Just a taste of power and Dew’s convinced the kid will be hooked. Will play dirty just to get a cock in him.

“I think we can make a sweet boy out of Phantom. Won’t need any magic to get what he wants if he listens”

“And how do you expect to do that?”

Rain smiles almost maliciously at Dew, his sharp teeth almost reflecting the low light in the room. A sweet hand comes to caress the side of his face, a stark contrast to the filth Dew knows Rain is thinking.

“Oh I was hoping you’d be a bit generous droplet, I was thinking I could offer him the opportunity to fuck my cunt if he’s a good boy. Maybe if you’re good too you can watch”

Dew practically growls, “Id just have to fuck you afterwards. He can’t fuck you like I can, would love to see him try though”

“Oh is that so? You don’t think he’s bigger than you are?” Rain reaches below him to grab at Dew’s cock, showing how easily it slips out when he’s not actively grinding down on it

Shame burns in Dew’s gut, his face going bright red seeing how Rain’s fist almost covers him completely. A spurt of pre dribbles down his fist only adding to the embarrassment, not only feeling of seeing Rain actively coo over how small he is, both of them knowing how aroused it makes Dew.

“Shut up” he grits.

“Seen and heard a couple things that tell me otherwise. I think he could fill me up nicely” Rain sits back on Dew’s cock again, tsking in mock disappointment. He reaches down to rub between his folds, biting his lip as he circles lightly on his clit. Dew can see how wet he is, more slick leaking out of him as he touches himself.

“That’s even if I let him near you. Don’t even want him to look at your pretty cunt, should be all mine”

Rain spreads himself at the words, two fingers showing off his pink little clit, completely engorged. Strings of his own arousal connect his fingers as he shows himself off. Dew wants to drool, to beg to get his mouth on him. Needing the salty, heady taste of Rain on his tongue.

“Don’t get jealous on me now. Besides, you’re not in charge Dewdrop” Rain sneers.

Dew whines, Rain’s hand coming to wrap lightly around his throat. A final grasp at power that Rain knows will leave him helpless and quiet for him.

“If you’re so jealous I could just have you both fuck me. Get both of your little cocks in me and see if It even stretches me out. Sure mountain or aether is bigger than you two combined, would be a really sweet sight to watch you two try though.”

[vyainide]

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synopsis. I put my miscellaneous playlist on shuffle and attempt to write drabbles for Seventeen members based on the song

tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader for all, ALL OF THEM ARE UNEDITED (and could kinda be read as they're still idols but also not idk)!!!! s.coups⠀✦⠀lack of communication, established relationship, not really angst but discussion of breaking up, s.coups is pathetic and a fool in the face of love, it's sweet really ; jeonghan⠀✦⠀fluff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, domestic on objects (he beats up an oven 😔) ; joshua⠀✦⠀fluff, reader is sick, established relationship ; jun⠀✦⠀one sided love, unrequited love, weird ass couch metaphor (idk) ; hoshi⠀✦⠀real life "what are we?", fluff

from vyon. this is just a writing exercise because i have another angsty prose oneshot in the works; it's artist!xu minghao and muse!yn, idk why i always tend to write angst when it comes to prose oneshots but ohwell, also, my writing is heavily reliant on extended metaphors and the likes so take everything i write with a grain of a salt

،،̲ ﹕Choi "Dark Red" Seungcheol  ❟﹗ ❲416 words❳

Unfortunately for you both, Seungcheol was completely ready to abandon his pride and beg you to not leave him. Something about your relationship recently was filling him with dread━ how you were pulling away from him, how it felt like you had retreated back to the shore after leaving him unable to control the directions of his body against the sea. The sick feeling of anxiety continued filling him with everytime the sea crashed against his back, sending him upwards above the waterline and high enough to see your back on the shore, walking back towards the comfort of your towel and the shade your umbrella offered. Seeing your back facing him and the sea felt like you had left him in the mess that you two had made home for so long, the slimy seaweed wrapping around his feet and tugging, tugging until his head was underneath water and his last breath was wasted on calling your name even if you couldn't hear him.

Maybe he was overthinking, high chances were it was not about him or your relationship in any way possible. Maybe it was work related, family issues, an argument with friends, but whatever it was, it was affecting you two. Your withdrawal from the relationship mentally felt horrible, it felt like impending doom, like watching a lie you've told previously blow up in your face with no way out. Maybe Seungcheol should've had a mature discussion with you about whatever was bothering you, whether it be about your relationship or not but in hindsight, you couldn't make him think that you were going to break up with him and expect him not to fall to his knees, cradling your hands close to his chest like your fingers were the chambers of his heart.

Unfortunately for you both, Choi Seungcheol was not a man that let his pride get in the way of important things━ things like you. So when you're casually talking about how hard things have been lately, and how you want to stop doing everything and just get on a plane to anywhere, it's only natural that Seungcheol slides off the couch you're both lounging on. It's only natural that his face is contorted into one of extreme hurt and caution and when he says, "don't give me up, please don't give up," continuing on even when you're ushering him up, eyes blinking wide confused, "honey, I belong with you and only you," you should've seen it coming, he thinks.

،،̲ ﹕Yoon "Thinkin Bout You" Jeonghan  ❟﹗ ❲774 words❳

It should've been impossible for you to find Jeonghan more attractive than you already had been since you two met but somehow, it was happening. The living room had yet to be cleaned up, a lot of the snacks previously opened had been folded over and stacked on the low coffee table, empty soju and beer glasses had all been redirected to the kitchen, and there are a few miscellaneous arms and feet sticking out from underneath blankets, pillows in your peripherals. You shuffle around the shadows, trying your best not to step on anything that: a) might be a person, b) might be food, c) might be a wrapper, and thank the stars that Kim Mingyu had stuck himself with the group of boys that made teasing him their vocation. The house–warming party for whom you've forgotten through all the alcohol, unsurprisingly, turned into a drinking party when half of the boys had decided that nothing makes a good gift like meat and alcohol and so commenced the long night of bottomless samgyeopsal, kimchi, and beer mixed with soju.

The light of the kitchen is already on, sounds of smacking and grumbling becoming clearer as your vision does the same and you walk past the threshold and into the room. With his back turned towards you, Jeonghan is hovering over the oven with one hand leaning on the counter and the other pressing the buttons of the oven that you guessed wasn't working by the way he was repetitively pressing it. You silently find amusement in watching him struggle with working the thing until he curses, smacking his palm against the surface and you accidentally let out a loud 'ha!'. Yoon Jeonghan should look worse considering what time it is, how much alcohol he had earlier but he doesn't. Or maybe he does but you're too biased to notice or maybe the dream you've had previously wherein Jeonghan was stood amongst a field of flowers, the petals unable to rival the softness of his eyes made it impossible to think anything negative about him. Maybe it was hard to see Yoon Jeonghan in your dreams, watered with heaven's clouds and taking in nutrients from the same Earth that omce saw to the great Heracles with the sun dawning upon his features gracefully like he were the centre of the universe, and think that anything could make him unappealing to the eyes.

"Yn," he whined as you move to the oven, obviously stepping in to help him with it. You glance over the pot of water, the unopened ramen on the counter beside you, and when your thumb pressed down on the button, it turns on with a chirpy beep. "How'd you get it to work?" Jeonghan peeked over your shoulder, unconsciously pressing himself into your side with his fingers perched on your shoulder.

You mumble something hardly intelligible when you're met with Jeonghan's lightly flushed cheeks from the alcohol previously. He seemed to understand you well enough though because his eyebrows furrowed and he smacks the oven top again. "I've been clicking that thing forever."

Somewhere inbetween your delirious half asleep state and your alcohol induced zoning out, you managed an amused smile before you slip away to the corner of the kitchen where the kettle is to make yourself tea. A quiet humming of life begins in the kitchen, you slide over to open a few cupboards to look for cups and Jeonghan was where you once stood in search of chopsticks. He finds the metal utensils before you find anything that could even function as a cup, your eyes wander over to the bubbling kettle as you wonder if you even wanted tea that badly but a sound from Jeonghan makes you stop.

Infront of you, on the counter, there was a large mug. Painted in the colour of an eggshell, round with a strip of brown running around the bottom. You glance upwards to see Jeonghan grinning at you; it's a simple action, something you could do to a stranger in the street but your heart is suddenly seeping with love, the colour and flavour of Yoon Jeonghan flooding the liquid in your body until you were a murky existence tainted with your feelings for him. Between the alcohol and you still being half asleep, you hope the words are as unintelligible as you heard them to be. "I can't stop thinking about you."

But when you finally get the courage to glance at him in search of a reaction, the large grin on his face, green tea with sickening adoration, you know that he's heard you well enough.

،،̲ ﹕Hong "Heavenly" Jisoo  ❟﹗ ❲395 words❳

The door creaks softly, you hear the background noise of your friends slip into your bedroom before the door shuts again. Feet sounded gently across the floor, getting louder with each step and closer; the intrusion of someone makes you whine, not wanting to get out of bed. You make an attempt to burrow yourself deeper into the duvet, the scratchy pillow, rolling over to the middle of the bed where you believed yourself to be untouchable. A gentle hand feels over your reddened face, mouth open as you panted slowly; Joshua's pinky ring provides a little coolness that you find pleasure in. You still seemed a little out of it, eyes open deliriously before they taken in the blur of colours that is your boyfriend.

He's frowning, you think, as he mumbled something about your high temperature underneath his lips. "Hey you," he called out softly when he catches you with your eyes open. His hair is a little messy and he carries a faint smell of food with him. You shuffle over to where he's sat on the bed, leaning your head up to burrow your face into his stomach. "You feel any better?" He asks you as you shake your head.

The light from the morning hours catches in your curtains; the lullaby of the rain against your window calls you back to sleep; Joshua's hands wipe away the hair that's stuck to your forehead, resembling streaks of paint on a canvas. You clear your throat, "are you not going out today?" You managed to ask, your tongue odd and heavy in your mouth.

Joshua hummed a 'no'. Your head moves away from his stomach, looking at him with furrowed eyes. "If the boys knows I left you alone at home sick, they'll force me home anyways." He defended like it was the only thing keeping him from leaving.

You have no energy to try and force him to go, a smile on your face as you pushed yourself back into his stomach. Joshua asks you if you need anything, indulgent and caring as he hears your breathing slow down a little. You shake your head, parts of your hair stabbing through the fabric of his pyjamas bottoms and meeting the skin of his thigh in ticklish kisses. He smiles before bending down awkwardly and pressing a kiss onto your head.

،،̲ ﹕Wen "Strawberry Blond" Junhui ❟﹗❲508 words❳

There's a patch of bleach on the back of your couch— it's the size of Wen Junhui's head and takes the shape of your heart. It's ruined your couch but sometimes, you like to sit there methodically and lay your head against the mark. You don't know how long it sat there, burning through the colours of your furniture until it left its mark; you didn't even realise it had happened until Vernon had pointed it out when you were about to sit down.

"What the hell—" You looked up, annoyed at your couch being ruined but your eyes land on Jun and he doesn't seem guilty at all. His face is straightened, shrugging. Seungkwan is there to help you calm down (because you think you were also annoyed over something else that day) and Dino offers to help you look for a new couch but that's too time consuming and expensive so you decided to get comfortable with your ruined couch.

Living with a ruined couch isn't all that hard. It becomes the norm to see it there, you can't remember what your couch looked like untouched and pristine; it doesn't really affect your life until someone points it out or Jun's head is there, covering it up perfectly. He stands up and reveals the mark again and your heart aches in your chest. Sometimes, it's disbelief that takes you when you're forced to become witness to the lightened leather of your couch, how had he managed to sit there without you noticing, how you didn't even notice when he moved and you sat down to take his spot, how you had simply accepted that you weren't going to get a new couch.

Life continues on, even with the stained couch in your home. Your friends also become normalised to it— when Jun is not there, they laugh at you and the way he had pressed his head against the leather chamber of your heart and bleached through muscle. They make pictures out of it, create characters with whiteboard pen and draw over the varying colours of splotches and wipe it off so they can do it again. They create fantasical stories from it, smiling and laughing and they spoke a world where Jun was always there to cover up the mark as he lived beside you into existence.

You're greeted by the boys one day, outside your apartment with a girl. She's stood with Jun and moves in slowly, cautiously. She doesn't notice the bleach material of your couch as she sits down and leans the back of her head against it. Your friends look at her cautiously, at the glimpses of the ruined headrest they can see and then they look at you. Vernon tells you that Jun was somewhat interested in her, Seungkwan pats your back with a smile, and Dino asks you, once again, if you want a new couch.

You say no, once again. It's too expensive, too time consuming. You think it'll stay with you until the end of time.

،،̲ ﹕Kwon "Tren Tinh Ban Duoi Tinh Yeu" Soonyoung ❟﹗❲414 words❳

For Hoshi, some of the lines that restricted platonic love from romantic love blurs together. He hugs like he's making an attempt to crawl into your heart, he presses kisses on your skin like he's falling from the skies and it's the only thing tethering him from hitting the floor distastefully, he cuddles like you're an iv drip, keeping him alive and you're forced to breath out the reading of his heart beats.

It's something that used to be confusing to you, who held the two separate, sacred in their own ways but his friends are somewhat similar. Between the group of thirteen, there are unspoken rites that they keep to show live to each other in way that mixes the two together and so as you get closer to them all, you become more accustomed to it.

When Hoshi treats his friends like this, however, it's hard to try and scramble together an understanding of what he sees you as. Before you met his other friends, you thought— believed— that he held romantic feelings for you; he never brought them up however so you were left trying to stitch the pieces together into a shaky puzzle. The pieces are forced together into an ugly picture, the colours don't match and the lines are all erratic. You finally meet his friend group, so full of love for each other, and the puzzle falls straight through your hands.

"You okay?" A head lowered to your shoulder, Hoshi is stood behind you with your other shoulder held tight in his hands. You smiled, leaning your head onto his for a second before you're straightening up and he takes a seat next to you.

Your eyes glanced around the room— you won't deny that there's a part of you that wants him to push a little more towards romantic showings with you but. "I'm fine," you breathed a soft sigh as your eyes sparkled.

When you landed on the belief that Hoshi liked you, it led you down the path of slowly formulating a specific love that you held only for him. You thought Hoshi liked you so your mind pushed him past the lines of platonic love into the spotlight of romantic.

For Hoshi, you're stood somewhere between the stages of platonic and romantic love but that's enough for now. You're happy with it. (Plus, even Jihoon thinks that the love Hoshi keeps for you is a little different than the love he extends to them.)

[persphonesorchid]

Sunset Muse - KTH

Summary: Tae just wants to take photos of you 

Warnings: none 

Genre: fluff 

WC: 658 

Notes: finally wrote something for Tae! So yay! Back to writing again, go me!

Other works - Here

Taehyung smiles, watching you through the lens of the Instax mini Polaroid camera, only taking photos when you look away so you wouldn’t see the flash. There’s a strawberry candy straw hanging between your teeth, fingers dusted with specs of white sugar, no doubt, sticky and catching on the material of your cotton shorts.

There’s a little sound as the photo slides out of the slot at the bottom, not loud enough to catch your attention, and Taehyung easily places the photo on the floor with the others he’s taken throughout the day.

“Y/n.” He calls softly, nudging his socked foot against your thigh to grab your attention, which had been focused on the TV for a little over a half hour. You’re too busy lost in the show you’re watching to give him more than a little hum of acknowledgement, and a barely there turn of your head. “Look this way for a second?”

You wave your fingers at him, and he could see your brows furrow – you’re listening, though, not really. Taehyung knows that anything he says would go through your ears and you’d ask him about it later, but he needs you to focus now.

You chew absently on the candy straw, your other hand extends towards him with the packet of candy – most likely thinking it’s what he asked you for. Gently, Taehyung pushes your hand away and you shrug, taking another to chew on.

He leans forward and pokes your side with his fingers, and lets them linger there – a threat, he knows how ticklish you are. “The lighting’s good – you won’t miss anything.”

And the lighting is; the sun’s finally come out after hiding behind the clouds all day, breaking through the puffs of dark gray with burnt orange beams as it makes its descent. It spills into his apartment through the window he’d forgotten to pull the blinds shut for – caressing everything with a golden glow. There’s little patches of indigo and blush, looming behind a far away building, remnants of the rainy day blowing away on a light, calm wind.

He wiggles his finger into your side and you squirm, swatting at his hand but missing. Taehyung chuckles, “I’ll be quick, promise.”

You sigh, “I’m at the good part though...” You finally turn, sugar tumbling off the candy stick with the motion, “I can’t pause it because someone lost the remote.”

That someone was you, but Taehyung doesn’t correct, instead, he tugs on the end of your tee. “Come on, baby. Two minutes, I promise.” He puts up two fingers for emphasis, waving them at you.

You glance at him and then at the TV, “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” He says, following with the motion, and even though you narrow your eyes at him, he smiles and gets up, letting you get comfortable on the couch. You let him arrange you however he wanted, and it takes him two minutes, as he promised. He leaves you not long after, scooping up the photos he took earlier, he drops a kiss to your hair and shuffles off to his studio.

“Tae?”

He hums, poking his head back into the living room – you’ve tilted your head back on the armrest of the couch, “Are you coming back?”

“Yeah, I’ll be about five minutes...maybe...” Smiling fondly, Taehyung pats the pockets of his pants for his phone, “Wanna order some food?” Tucking the camera under his chin, he passes his phone to you, “I’ll be back, yeah?”

“Gimme a kiss first, loser.”

“Mean. I should be a brat too and just go do what I’m doing and ignore you.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” You laugh, shifting to sit up, you place his phone on the coffee table. “C’mon, give me my kiss and you can go.”

Taehyung kisses your cheek, darting off into the hallway when you whine and reach for him.

“That doesn’t count!” You call.

“You didn’t specify!”

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[brain-rot-central]

Writer Interview Game

thank you for the tag, @kittenintheden!

When did you start writing?

I didn't start writing like I write now until I was in my mid-late teens, but when I was a kid I used to draw stick figure comics of my friends going on adventures or having conversations about various things. My earliest writings are lost somewhere on ff.net and I don't even remember what my username was so, RIP.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I like works that read like journal entries. I used to eat that shit up hard as a kid. It made me feel very connected to the character, like an intimate view into their head and how they think and feel about things. Not sure what kind of genre that is, if it even is one. I'm able to describe what I like but I lack the knowledge of being able to say "oh I like this theme/genre." 11th & 12th grade AP english at work, I guess. If I like it, I like it.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Not really. I've had a couple comments from people say I write like Anne Rice and it was enough to get me to start listening to The Vampire Chronicles (granted I'm writing about a fictional vampire so I take it with a grain of salt). But I really just wish to write things that people enjoy reading.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Usually laying on my couch on my phone, lmao. I write/edit entirely on my phone and then post via desktop.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Not the best thing but weed tbh. Otherwise my brain is screaming at me that everything I do is stupid and discourages me from even trying to be creative.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Suffering, lmao. Everyone has to suffer in some way before getting to the good part. But I think that comes from a personal spot within myself.

What is your reason for writing?

I don't know, honestly. At first it was to explore sexuality because I've been very repressed for years in that regard, but as I go on with Sonnet it's touching certain parts within me that I didn't realize I'm not really comfortable with at all. And it's been a real fucking struggle continuing to write this fic. But I can't get my head into another state of switching to something else because I feel like I have to best it.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

When people tell me they've reread my work, but also when they spam comments about how dumb a character was in that chapter, or that it made them cry. Idk, to realize something I made invoked emotion in someone else astonishes me, always.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I just hope they enjoy what I put out. I don't ask for much else.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think I've gotten pretty good at describing emotion. Emotions have always been really hard for me to feel/work through and admittedly I'm severely emotionally stunted irl, so I try challenging myself by thinking about certain situations and what kind of emotional responses it would bring up for certain characters. And then I go from there.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Eh, 50/50. I haven't done much writing these days because I've pretty much lost my steam. Too much personal shit going on to really think about much. But I know I've written some good and some bad. But it's a struggle to allow myself to believe I write well.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I try not to think about that because I'm guilty of comparing myself to others constantly. To the point where I guilt myself out of wanting to write because "oh they did this so much better than me," or "oh their flow is so much cleaner, they articulated this so much better etc." So I write how I feel something would go in a certain situation. Which, I guess, is self-indulgent in nature?

[ignisnatione]

Me, minding my business: *-Writes my muses like I like writing my muses-*

Losers: I HATE YOU, your muses annoy me. You sometimes spell words wrong. Why do you write like your muses are the main characters?! MINE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER, YOU FUCK!

Me: Okay Regina, calm your cunt for a moment. Jesus, I'm just writing my muse and enjoying doing it. It's not my fault I enjoy writing my muses and YOU don't enjoy writing your muses, so my muses are able to get more 'screen time' you know. You could fucking write YOUR muse as if you are writing them as a main character, instead of, IDK, FORCING everyone else NOT to write their muse as better than your muses, when they are, and when your muses is a WEAK pale comparison of another, or doesn't like what mine, or other peoples muses have to say or some other bullshit. YOU can also, pfft, I don't know, can't add more brain cells to the count, unfortunately. BUT YOU COULD TRY WRITING YOUR DAMN MUSES. As if they are muses YOU are writing and not my problem.

Loser: But your muse did THIS to my muse, and now I don't have muse for my muse and don't want to even be here. BWAHMP BWAMP BWAMP!

Me: The fuck should I care? Seek help for your inferiority complex and call me never you waste of fucking time. When you learn how to ACTUALLY roleplay, instead just sitting there being a green monster with your envy issues. I'll be avoiding you in another group, because, I'm sick, and tired, of you people, running the RPC into the ground because you refuse to roleplay, and are mad at the people who do. I rather fucking roleplay with a fucking brick than see you in any more of the RPC crying about some nonsense and expecting your tears to be seen as anything more than crocodiles. You selfish, inconsiderate, bitch. AND your muses being mad on your part is the WORST portrayal I've fucking seen. Knock it the fuck off. "My muse is a sweet baby till I'm mad" worst fucking writing, you incompetent moron. It's YOUR muses personality, not YOURs, god. Stupidest motherfucker on the factory floor, honestly. You're the guy who would stick his damn hand in the meat grinder 'to see what it does' GRIND MEAT! Go anywhere else, get out of the RPC "What would happen if I don't roleplay my character" Well Gretchen, let's see, you don't get anything you deserve nothing, and everyone hates you. No matter how many times my muses make you feel bad, everyone HATES YOU MORE than you can ever make them hate me. And I'm tired of being the scapegoat for your bad behavior never being checked, because my imaginary person wasn't doing things the way you WANTED. You are fucking stupid. That's all. It's not my fault you're fucking stupid. It's yours! It's no one else's fault you suck. It's yours! Your responsibility is to sell YOUR muses. And your muses are cunts. And no one likes them because all they are is 'I'm am a sweet angle till you make my mun mad!' Fuck you. You aren't a roleplayer. You're an interloper trying to fit in a circle cutout when you're a square. You want designer muses, go play D&D and tell everyone about how stupid your muse is, they love that shit over there. I'm sure having two personality traits and the ability to fuck every situation you're in up will go swimmingly over there for your muses.

[claudiajcregg]

I love these! (Doing and asking :) 🙅‍♀️ 🤔 🏅☀️

Grrr. Tumblr ate the mostly written post because of course it did. Thank you for asking, Mia 💕 These were really fun to answer (and also hard). For someone who's really her worst critic, I do enjoy talking about my process and whatnot. I'm sorry in advance for all the rambling.

(If you want to ask me more, the questions are here ✨ )

🙅‍♀️ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?

I just don't see myself doing incest or bestiality. If we're talking more general things, I can't see myself writing cheating (with the asterisk of this being one member of the couple straying, and that there are possible situations where I wouldn't mind). Also, anything extremely violent, mostly because it's not something I often consume in media.

🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

Oh, maybe action and/or suspense? My writing style (intimate moments, conversations, just vibes) is not the most compatible, but if the situation arose... Sure! (I guess that, in a past life, I wrote around mysteries and crime and whatnot. I was too young then 😬 )

I also would love to be better at writing stories-within-stories. I absolutely do not have the talent to convincingly seem like the talented writers I'm doing. (Once again thinking of the fluffy memoir fic. And another one, which has a super fun premise, but my writing is failing it with this aspect, I fear.)

And not a genre specifically but collaboration? Again, I have super talented friends. I'd stick out like a sore thumb. I think it'd be fun!

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

I am my own worst critic but I would still probably say all of them, maybe? I saw something in them that I thought might connect with others and that's why they're out there. Even the ones that aren't (so many of them) and might never see the light of day. Writing isn't easy. It makes me nervous and makes me crave validation.

Anyway. The pageant answer is still true but as for actual ones, but using the way I would mentally refer to them, lol.

Big Block of Cheese 2008. I just saw it's at almost 100 kudos... excuse me what. I just felt it was something special from the moment I wrote it. I think I always would've posted it at some point, even if I hadn't made friends. None of my fics come close to it in terms of "love" and tbh, I'm fine with it.

St. Augustine. Just because it came to me so fast (I think it was mostly written in a morning?) and IDK, I love the scene. This one has broken out from most of my other purely CJD stories, whether it was timing or it getting recommended by the right people. It was nerve wracking writing something pre-canon but I think it went well! It was fun to write. I haven't read it in forever so I reserve the right to remove it from the list.

Obviously, star shine started it all but if I had a third spot... Portland. It's probably one of my flops (everything is, but this one especially) and yet. I recall being so proud right after I finished it and wanting people to read it. (It obviously grew since then because I can't shut up.) It's long, maybe unnecessarily so, but god does it get to me. I was in a writing rut (see next answer) and challenged myself to write 'canon' stories, and I think the two are good.

But... To be honest, the answer has to be my unposted multichapter. I always think it's bad until I read it, and it kinda hits, all imperfections aside. 150k words in 5-and-a-bit months (26/3 to 2/9?), 33 chapters. I wrote 2/3 of that in two months (with 19 being the last one I wrote before 19/5), until my muse decided she was done and I decided to actually change jobs. (I also wrote now-published fics like haunted by the notion or don't want you to go, as well as a bunch of other smaller ones, in between! WTF was I on in 2021? I think the mini reunion altered my brain chemistry.) I've considered just dropping a link to the unedited, unbetaed drive on the server one day, ngl.

ANYWAY. Too long-winded!

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

UM. All of them? real talk here, I don't get many comments so I love them all. I write for a show that ended 17 years ago, for a small (and surprisingly divisive) ship (their loss - there's so much talent) so I should've known going in. It took me some time to internalize it. I'm also not that good a writer, so I'll take it. Comments mean the world to me, even if it's a "lovely" or "great job." Just taking a few seconds means a lot and writers aren't kidding when they say it's motivating. It's also how I've made friends in the fandom so yeah! comments!

To highlight some rather recent ones!

Haunted by the notion got so many from so different people, and they were all so incredibly nice when I was terrified. All of those broke me, and might be the reason why I've been struggling with a followup! (And why I've been wanting to post again soon, rather than wait.) From the other stories, I have two ~recent ones~ I actually bookmarked because they broke me.

miabicicletta's (💕 ) on St. Augustine. I woke up on a Saturday and I remember reading it from bed and crying. It was so incredibly kind and lovely and I couldn't remember the last time anyone had written anything as long. I still think about it all the time. 🥂 (I've now realized Steph also wrote another lovely one ♥️ That story and the love it got, man.)

krazykitkat's on all's well + her comment on St. Augustine because her stories are some of my favorites. I couldn't believe that someone whose work I adored and have read countless times since I finished the show six years ago had read one of my stories, but had liked it???? Didn't compute. Doesn't compute. She's read many since (see St. Augustine, the most recent one), commented and left kudos on a bunch, and it still... blows my mind. (This one happened while I was flying back from Stockholm and was the first thing I saw when I landed.)

But really - so many people have left so many kind messages over the last couple of years, and I've probably gotten emotional at all of them. That there are people out there who are reading the silly little stories that have come out of my brain... wonders never cease.

[evintide]

what was the first muse that you’ve written, what is your favorite canon muse, & who is your favorite oc ? c:

questions for the mun » ★ !!

OH MAN that's a thinker... i'm sure i've written for another muse before her but the one that sticks out firmly in my mind is Sheena Fujibayashi from Tales of Symphonia. i actually played her on here for YEARS a long time ago but ended up dropping out of the tumblr scene for a multitude of reasons.

though she goes hand in hand with the next question! honestly Sheena is my ride or die girl, but Midna ( obviously ) comes in preeeetty close with her! i tend to stick with a muse and really just. sink my teeth into them so to speak, LMAO. both ladies have a lot of nostalgia for me and a storyline / setting / characterization that i adore and want to delve further into beyond what we get in their titles. so getting the opportunity to explore that through writing with others is always such an honor! ;w;

favorite OC is, without a doubt, my girl from xiv though. i'd love to potentially rp her at some point but... idk. she feels almost way too self indulgent to even think about broaching such a thing with others, so i figure it's best to keep her to my own sandbox. i have every intention on creating and/or commissioning a lot of stuff for her in the future, if my wallet allows, and i'm not sure i can even say that for any of my other oc's that have come before or after her.

[call-jupiter]

committing myself to attempting a chapter in the form of a true-crime doc for The Sycamore Tree lmfao should be fun but we’ll have to see how it goes. I like challenging myself and trying my hand at a variety of writing styles and this fic being my first rookie fic AND being as long and as… involved… as it is makes it a good sandbox for some experimentation. might scrap it if it pisses me off but the attempt will be made. I already know exactly what ground it’s gonna cover and everything so I’m looking forward to putting those chapters in proper writing (not just an outline) so I can really get to work on this one knowing fully how the relevant chapters before it panned out. it’s planned and all but I need to actually finish the chapters first bc I’m not… always great at following my own outlines. lol.

since I’ve been trying to flesh it out with subplots and side action and new characters and bottle chapters and things my outline has come out feeling structured very much like a season of television. so I thought it’d be cool to try and take one of the show’s unique episode formats and incorporate it in. turning Sycamore into something of like a… what-if for s5 on the whole rather than just a canon divergence that happens to start in s5? like I want it to be Large Scale. if my readers and I are committing to 40 chapters that range from 7-10k words each, I might as well use that space to its full potential.

I’m rambling. but what y’all are gonna learn about me the more and more active I get in the fanfic scene for this show is that there’s nothing I love more than using my socmed platforms to pontificate my little fic ideas instead of making private notes. do it on my twt all the time for bbc merlin bc that’s the place I promo those works. tumblr’s become a bit of a home base for my rookie content (which is just Sycamore rn but hopefully more in the future since I’m enjoying creating this one so much). that means these random little musings about potential fics or directions for those wips are mostly gonna land here. feel free to ignore them. or, hell, if I post some off-hand concept that you like go ahead and lift it for your own works. I think that’s why I like making notes this way tbh bc then if an idea is dead-on-arrival for me it could theoretically find life in the hands of another writer who came across it. like paying it forward or whatever but in fic prompts. inspiring myself and hopefully other writers in the process—since I know coming up w an idea is half the battle. might be a bit presumptuous but it’s like if I do it this way maybe I can make that part a bit easier on my future self or on someone else. idk.

anyway. love y’all a lot. like a lot a lot. the support is still mind-blowing to me. I don’t think I’ll ever quite wrap my head around it. very surreal. so hopefully you can bear w me and my aimless posts like this and my writing experiments that may or may not succeed. I’m so proud of this work so far but it’s such new territory for me and it really feels like it’s asking a lot of the audience to stick w it since it’s… so much. like I want the diversions from the main arc to feel natural and engaging. it’s difficult tho bc I’m not a professional or whatever. I’m not even someone w an english/writing/literature background or something. I’m just a pharmacology student writing some silly little fanfiction in my spare time.

what I mean to say is that I’m trying my damnedest to make it worth your time to read it all. even the parts that aren’t chenford or aren’t connected to the main plot. like they’re there bc I feel like it adds to the experience not bc I’m trying to pad the length. and ik that in my mind but sometimes I see the current word count or my projections for the final word count based on the average of the finished chapters and I question how it comes off. like I worry a bit that adding stuff like that could seem superfluous even tho it’s not my intention. I don’t want Sycamore to be long for the sake of being long. I want it to be long so it can feel like a whole universe. like a highly fictionalized thing still grounded somewhat in reality. not just a one-track story to get characters straight from point A to point B. you know?

idk what I’m saying anymore but. it all makes sense in my head. I just have so many thoughts about this work and I’m also just so excited to write it and publish it and let you see it but it’s very slow-going bc I want it to be as good as possible.

anyway. weird little draft note thing over. there was a point to this somewhere but I definitely lost it midway. lmfao. this is what happens when I forget to take my adhd meds and can’t focus enough to actually write but still want to feel like I’m making progress. whoops.

[honey-dew-woo]

I have another Bradley x reader request. Could you please write something where the reader brings their newborn to see him at work bc they are sick of maternity leave and miss the action (how they got the clearance idk lol) and Bradley just shows the baby off to his team? And then maybe if you aren’t sick of me yet another one where the babe is a little bit older and Bradley shows them the inside of a plane? I’m living for your content.

So its not exactly your request, but it did inspire me a lot, so its very similar to your request, if you want me to make another one that's more to a T your request, lmk! Also, this is going to take place a few years after the mission. Enjoy! <3

Warnings: I haven't editted it yet! LOL

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Maybe Being Suspended Isn't That Bad

The sight of the once black coffee now turning to a lighter brown as the cream mixed with a swirl of the wooden stick I held in the cup on the counter before me could only bring a small, yet content, smile to my face. Even with it being 9:00am, it was a well deserved coffee. I tapped the small wooden stick on the side of my mug before throwing it in the trash, careful not to spill any of the hot liquid onto my flight suit as I took a sip.

"Captain Bradshaw." I heard a voice muse, as I turned to the door, mug in hand. "As I live and breathe." Hangman winked, being pushed into the room from his spot in the door frame, Phoenix following in behind him.

"Captain Seresin." I teased, laughing before taking another sip, moving out of his way and to the break room's couch, allowing for him and Natasha to get their own coffee. "Where's Bob this morning? I thought he was gonna give a seminar to the new WSO's." I asked, as my back met with the cushion of the couch.

Natasha shrugged at me, but Jake actually responded. "He got sick this morning. Threw up right after waking up." He spoke casually, as he mixed sugar and cream into his coffee. This caused both Natasha and I to turn to him, both of our eyes wide as we offered shocked smiles at the blond.

"What?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and looking between the two of us before walking out of the room with his coffee.

"I take it Carole didn't want to go to school today?" Phoenix smiled, taking a sip of her coffee as she sat on the couch before me.

"No, but when does she ever? I left my phone at home too just getting her in the car is a struggle." I laughed, before Phoenix and I were snapped out of our conversation by a Lieutenant bursting through the door. They were out of breath, hunched over as they gathered themselves.

We both stood up, concerned. "What is it?" I asked, placing my coffee mug on the table. "Lieutenant Evers, what is it?" I asked, as the younger male looked up at me.

"Captain Bradshaw," he panted, before continuing, "Admiral Simpson needs you in his office," the lieutenant managed before needing another breath, "With Rooster as well. ASAP." He let out, sitting on the chair that Phoenix pulled out for him, offering him a water bottle.

"What did you sprint here?" Natasha asked Evers, concern lacing her voice before she turned to me. "Bradley's landing now. I'll cover your class. You're going over the Uranium plant mission, right?" She addressed, nodding her head towards the windows, as I saw Rooster's plane landing.

Distracted as I looked out the window I responded to her. "Yeah. I want them to try a similar, modified version of the course." I trailed off as my brows furrowed as another Lieutenant explained to Bradley, who had just hopped out of his plane, that we had been summoned to the Admiral's office.

It couldn't've been but five minutes later that we were both sitting in the Admiral's office. "Captain Bradshaws." Simpson nodded, his hands folded on his desk as Bradley and I looked to each other, soft smiles before returning back to Cyclone with confusion. "Why can't either of you answer your personal cell phones?" He sighed, only adding to Rooster and I's confusion.

"Sorry, Sir. Bradley was flying and I left mine at home." I explained, my brows furrowed as I looked to Cyclone. "Why?" I pondered, still remaining respectful to the Admiral.

"Your daughter's school called. She's been suspended. They want both of you to attend a meeting with the Principal and pick up your kid. They didn't say anything else. You've been approved for leave." The Admiral spoke, placing his glasses on his face before going to read paper. "You're dismissed." He nodded to the both of us.

We could only look at each other out of confusion before heading out to my husband's blue bronco. Neither of us bothered to change out of our flight suits, but we did put our aviator sunglasses on for the drive. "What the hell did she do?" I spoke, crossing my arms as we pulled up to the school.

"I don't know. What do five year olds get suspended for anyway? Stealing a juice box?" Bradley asked, looking at me seriously. I burst out laughing as he whined, lightly hitting me on the shoulder. "I'm being serious!" He insisted as we exited the car.

The metal doors of the school opened with a creak as Bradley and I walked in. The main office was the first on the right, and I followed Bradley in. "Hey kiddo." He smiled, speaking softly at our daughter before going to sit next to her. She looked fine, and I silently thanked the heavens for that. She smiled up at her dad, hugging him as he sat in the chair next to her.

I walked up to the desk lady, who looked at us confused, and I could understand. Two people walking in with flight suits on had to be confusing, especially for someone who probably doesn't even know what a flight suit is. "Hi. We're the parents of Carole Bradshaw. We were called about her suspension?" I asked, before snapping my attention towards the Principal's office door, watching an angry silouette in the door.

"You can't let whatever monster did this to my sweet Billy get away with just a suspension! I demand to meet with their parents!" I heard a woman's voice, and I turned to look at my kid. It wasn't an angry look more of a 'what the hell did you do?' look. She smiled sheepishly up at me, as her dad looked at her with a face of shock and concern, but his was less serious as he towered over the girl, leaning forward to actually be over her before smiling at her and winking.

"Is that them? Are they here-" An angry man's voice this time spoke, bursting out of the Principals door to see me and Bradley, in full flight suits- as Bradley wrapped an arm around Carole protectively.

The man was in a full suit and tie, he looked as if the only thing he was missing was a brief case. His angry eyes glared at Bradley, and Rooster's own gaze harshened, as if he was dealing with Maverick when those two weren't on good terms. Carole looked up at her dad concerned, and then turned to me when her dad didn't look down at her. I smiled as I met her gaze, kneeling down and opening my arms as she ran over to me, leaving her dad's lap.

The room was tense, and I picked up my daughter, holding her on my hip as she rested on my arm and hip. Bradley stood up shortly after Carole left him, holding his head high as he refused to break eye contact with the other man. "Billy wait outside. The adults need to have a discussion." The unknown man spoke, as the principal rushed out. I truly felt bad for him, he was a smaller man, glasses on his face as his age showed through his balding head.

"Let's all just calm down." He spoke, smiling weakly in attempts to defuse the situation as he stood between the two men. 

I smiled in pity at the short man, before setting Carole down next to me, holding her hand as he hugged into my leg. "Bradley." I spoke, as my husband whipped his head to look at me, his gaze softening. "Calm down." I smiled, calmly. Rooster nodded at me, taking a breath before turning to the principal, now ignoring the man in the suit. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Bradshaw." The man smiled at me, as if I had just paid off his student loans. "Now please, can we all sit down. Children too." He spoke, nodding to Carole and the other little boy, who I suppose was named Billy. 

The unknown man huffed before walking back into the office from which he had formerly burst out of, his child following behind him. The principal then offered a soft smile, as if to apologize, to Bradley has he held the door open.

Rooster gave the man a nod, and Carole and I could only follow as the Principal closed the door behind us. There were four chairs in front of the large wooden desk, the man from before and his wife sat in the two farthest from the door, their son standing on the other side of his parents.

The principal brushed past us and sat on his desk, and Bradley motioned for me and Carole to sit, opting to stand. I married an absolute gentleman. The man who I had to sit next to huffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms at Bradley's action.

Rooster payed him no mind, now stand behind me with his hands on the back of my chair, as I wrapped my arm around Carole, who leaned her head against me as we all looked to the man sitting across the table. "I'll start with introductions then." The principal spoke, smiling at us. "As you know, I'm Mr. Clearwater. This is Mr. and Mrs. Morris. Mr. and Mrs. Morris, this is Captain and Captain Bradshaw." The principal nodded, as Bradley and I awkwardly smiled at  the prudish couple next to us, who could only meet us with narrowed eyes.

This wasn't awkward. Nope. Not one bit. I turned my head towards Mr. Clearwater, and I brought my left hand up to Bradley's, him grabbing mine with no hesitance. I swept my thumb across his knuckles as the principal flipped a laptop on his desk, showing a video feed of a camera on the playground. 

The black and white film showed the little boy, who was now hiding behind his mom, approach Carole. Carole had been playing on the swing set, the camera facing her, so we only saw Billy's back. The video shows him pointing at her, and then she hops off the swing set. I watch my baby approach him, and the boy pushed her shoulders back. She then launched herself at him, and I could feel both mine and Bradley's eyebrows raise. The video stops as teachers rush over and pull her off the poor boy.

"So, Carole is facing a week's suspension." Mr. Clearwater addressed, as Bradley and I now had serious faces on.

"Okay, but what about the little boy?" Bradley asked, eyes focused on the man opposite side of the desk, ignoring the harsh looks of outrage from the Morris couple.

The question shocked the principal, who seemingly had to a double take. I squeezed Bradley's hand, to show him that I full-heartedly was with him on this. "Sorry?" The principal asked.

"What about Billy's punishment?" I asked, pointedly. "I mean it's clear he started the altercation. He shoved our daughter first, are you not going to do anything about that?" I spoke, letting go of my daughter and my husbands hand, crossing my arms. Rooster nodded from behind me in agreement. 

Mr. Clearwater opened his mouth to speak before Mrs. Morris cut him off. "Mister Clearwater!" She scolded, her face angrier than I think I've ever seen anyone be angry, "You can't seriously be suspending our son! That little monster," She sneered, pointing at our daughter, at which I leaned forward, pushing Carole slightly behind me as I narrowed my eyes at the foul woman. She turned her head back to the principal before continuing, "attack our pour baby boy." She cried, holding her son, who tried to squirm out of her hold. 

"Carole, Why did you attack Billie?" I asked, turning to my daughter. She looked up at me, with sadness in her eyes.

I could only offer a small smile to try to tell her I wasn't mad at her, just curious. "I can't tell you. You said never to say bad words." She responded, looking up at me.

Bradley ran his head down the back of her hair before addressing her, "You can some, just this once. What did he say to you?" He spoke, smiling at Carole with nothing but love in his eyes.

The little girl took a heavy breath, moving her gaze from her father to me. "He said that I was lying when I said you and daddy were pilots for the navy when we were talking about careers. He said that it was-" She paused, taking a breath and breaking eye contact before gazing back at me, "bullshit. And that you were probably just janitors or something." She spoke, as I held her arms, nodding.

I nodded, smiling at her before she opened her mouth again, this time shakier, "H-he also said," she stuttered, looking down as she kept speaking. My heart broke to see my baby girl this sad, "that if you guys were pilots that you were," she breathed, wiping tears from her eyes as I placed my hand on her cheek to console her, "shitty pilots and would probably crash and die." she finished, crying by now as I held her in my arms.

I looked briefly to Bradley, who now held an aura of seriousness about him, as his father had died in a plane crash. I held my baby as I looked angrily to the principal, eyebrows raised. "I think that's all we need then. Billy will retain a week of suspension, and while Carole did not provoke the other student, she still did attack him so she will also be facing a week's suspension." He finish, nodding at us as the Morris family stormed out, the mother practically dragging her son by the hand.

I sighed, picking up my daughter and handing her to Bradley as we made our way to the car. "Carole, you know we're not mad at you right?" I asked, turning around from the passenger seat as I looked at Carole, who sat proudly in the back in her car seat. 

She nodded at me, opting to stay quiet as she played with a doll, petting its hair. "I love you, baby." Rooster spoke, turning around from the drivers seat as he winked at Carole.

She smiled up at her dad, softly but still looked at her doll. "I love you too. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, princess." He spoke, his eyes now focused on the road before us. "Do you wanna come to Mommy and Daddy's work? You can see Auntie Nat." He spoke, glancing every so often in the rear view to look at our daughter. 

This seemed to do the trick, as Carole immediately brightened up, the earlier events forgotten about. "Yes please!" She cheered, almost jumping in her seat as I turned back to smile at her before facing front again, aviators resting on my face once again as I glanced at the time.

By now it was around 11:00, and I was feeling hungry. "Carole what do you say we go get McDonalds for lunch?" I smiled, facing my daughter who cheered once again. Bradley laughed, shaking his head as he moved to turn into the nearest McDonald's parking lot.

And one big mac, one ten piece nugget, both with fries and Sprite, and one kids meal later we were all at base. Bradley and I walked in, Carole holding Rooster's hand, her other hand holding her Happy Meal box, as she had little shades on her face. They were kid's aviators, that she insisted on having after her father and I wore our own so much. 

"Aunt Nattie!" Carole yelled, seeing a group of Lieutenant's all listening to Phoenix, as they stood in front of the runway, seemingly they were about to go suit up. The little girl dropped her father's hand and tenderly placed her Happy Meal box on the pavement beneath her before running up to her honorary aunt.

 Natasha spun on her heels, bending down slightly with arms wide open, grabbing the five year old and spinning her in the air, before allowing the child to rest on her hip. "Hello my favorite niece. Would you like to tell your mommy's class what they should always remember before they fly?" She asked the girl in her arms as I handed Carole's happy meal to Bradley, who didn't have a class right now. 

Carole perked up, smiling as she moved her head to address the group of Lieutenant's. Half of them looked like they would melt at Carole as they admired my baby. It would be the first time for this class to see them, as they were only three weeks into their course and it was the first time in awhile that Carole would visit Rooster and I's work. "Don't try to dogfight Auntie Phoenix or Momma C/S. They will always win. But, you can always beat Uncle Hangman!" She nodded as she explained to the Lieutenants.

Bradley and I burst out laughing, wondering when the hell Natasha taught her thought. "Yes Ma'am." A few of the Lieutenants sounded, giggling. "Alright. With that message, I'll give you back to your main instructor. Captain Bradshaw." She nodded at me, as I smiled and thanked her as she still held on to Carole, her and Bradley heading toward the break room.

"Right then. Did you guys just finish the simulated mission, or were you about to start?" I asked, as Lieutenant Evers was quick to respond.

"We just finished." He informed, taking his aviators off.

"And?" I asked, expectantly as I raised my eyebrows from behind my own sunglasses.

"No one succeeded." Arrow, a younger female Lieutenant, admitted, as I clapped my hands together.

"Alright then. Let's review." I spoke, opening the door to the base as the Lieutenants followed me, heading to the mission review room.

I was halfway into breaking down Arrow, Jackal, and his WSO Hotdog- Lieutenant Evers-, who had lost one too many eating contests,  before being interrupted by a knock at the door. I opened it to find Carole resting in Bradley's arms. I raised my eyebrows in confusion, but a smile put on my face from being greeted with my two favorite people in the world.

"How may I help you?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow at Carole.

"She said she wants to go to Mommy's class. So I figured I'd ask if you have an empty seat for us." Bradley spoke for Carole, who smiled shyly into her fathers chest.

This prompted a chuckle from me, as I opened the door wider. "I think I have a few empty seats in the front just for you, missy." I teased, winking at my daughter as I pinched at her arm. Bradley smiled at her, before turning to me to peck a kiss on my lips before entering the review room. "Thank you Captain Bradshaw." He teased, walking in as the Lieutenants faces brightened up at my daughter.

"Anytime, Captain Bradshaw." I nodded, a goofy smile on my face as I took to the podium once more. "Alright, where were we?" I asked my class, before smiling as I held up my hand, the clicker for the presentation behind me clutched in between my fingers. I narrowed my eyes briefly at the screen, before pausing the video. "Alright. Decision time.  Arrow, Jackal. You two were up against Phoenix in my F-35. You hadn't started the mission yet, when Captain Trace entered the scene as a bogie. What was your decision?" I asked, crossing my arms as I turned back to the Lieutenants before me. They didn't answer.

I sighed, placing the clicker on the podium before me. "Who was mission leader?" I asked, my hands now on the podium as I shifted my weight to my arms. Arrow raised her hand. "Alright Lieutenant Brookston, it's on you then. What did you decide to do when Hotdog alerted you of the bogie?" I asked, looking at the female pilot before me. 

"He didn't, Captain Bradshaw." She responded, chewing gum as she glanced over at Jackal and Hotdog before returning her gaze to the front. "They abandoned me without giving me a heads up to take Phoenix on a one-on-one. I continued en-route to the mission and hit the target. I then bailed out of the climb when I hit 8G's, ma'am." The Lieutenant explained.

I raised my eyebrows as I looked over at Jackal and his WSO. Expressing nothing but how unimpressed I was on my face, as I nodded at the pair. "What have you been taking notes from a younger version of Captain Seresin? Do you really think it wise to abandon your wingman to take on a superior aircraft on your own?" I scolded, as I crossed my arms.

Evers held his head low, listening to me as his gaze met the floor. Jackal looked up at me with a fire in his eyes. "It's not the plane ma'am. It's the pilot." He spoke, determined as I narrow my eyes at the lieutenant.

Carole raised her hand from where she sat next to her father. I looked away from the Lieutenant to point to my kid. "What's up Carole?" I asked.

"Isn't it always better to fight with your wingman than abandon them and try to prove that you're better than your enemy? You always say that its better to stick with your friends than to try to go out on your own!" She cheered before sipping her McFlurry. 

Rooster looked at her shocked, as the rest of the Lieutenants also had looks of shock pass over them. "Jackal can you explain why my five year old knows how to dogfight better than you?" I asked, as the young Lieutenant huffed. Smiling, I glanced at my watch to notice it was time for the cadets to have a break. "You're all dismissed." I smiled, as the Lieutenants left the room in a hurry, many of them high fiving Carol on the way out.  

I smiled at Carole as Rooster played with her and an airplane figurine that was lying around. "Carole, which plane is that?" I mused as my baby looked at me, and looked back at the plane. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, making a funny face and pursing her lips.

She looked between me and the plane, as if it was some kind of trick question. "It's an F-18." She determined, nodding as she handed with back to her father, who had the biggest grin on his face as he looked over at me. I smiled, closing my eyes as I nodded to her.

"That it is, sweet girl." I spoke, as Natasha and Jake walked into the room, the four of us- well usually five with Bob, would often use the break time as a lunch and get-together. To talk about cadets, and just generally hangout. 

"Uncle Jake!" Carole cheered, making her way out of the blue seat before running up to the blond male.

"There's my favorite girl!" Hangman cheered, picking up the small girl as Bradley stood up. Jake held the small child in his arm, resting her on his hip like how Phoenix and I did previously. "Oooh! A McFlurry." He teased, picking up her drink as she whined and hit him on the shoulder. "Ow. ow! Stop it! Here!" He laughed, handing the drink to Carole as he set the girl down in the blue chair before him. "Now I know how Billy feels." He muttered, causing Bradley to chuckle, as I sighed at the pair.

Carole sat clueless to the joke, sipping her ice cream shake before looking up at Phoenix. "Auntie Nat?" She asks, as Phoenix turned from where she stood.

"What's up, sweetheart?" Natasha asked, running her hand through Carole's hair.

"Why do you and Uncle Jake and daddy fly F-18's and mommy gets an F-35? That seems unfair." She pointed out, placing her drink in the cupholder as she crossed her arms judgmentally. I swear I saw Rooster sneak out his phone to take a photo of her in this position.

Natasha thought for a moment before responding. "Because you can't tell anyone, but your mommy flies better than everyone else here, so they gave her a better plane. But your mommy is super nice and shares with her friends, so sometimes she lets me fly her plane." She explained, squatting before the girl as Carole nodded, as if affirming the knowledge Natasha was telling her.

"But how do you fly without Uncle Bob?" She asked, confused.

"Your mommy's plane is just that good." Natasha spoke, before tickle attacking the small girl.

Carole giggled, and turned towards me after Natasha let up. "Mommy!" She called, as I looked at her.

"Carole!" I responded, as Bradley had moved to the computer that held my presentation, wrapping it up and shutting it down for me. 

"Can I see your plane? Like can I sit inside of it?" she asked, stars in her eyes looking up at me. God I was so screwed. That little girl could ask for me to give her the world and I don't think I could say no.

"Of course!" Bradley spoke, before going to grab his daughter, and carried her out of the room, winking at me as he walked out.

"So she's suspended from school." I spoke, as Hangman and Phoenix sat down, both turning to me with looks of shock.

Jake gave me a weird look. "What did she get suspended for? Saying a potty word?" He teased as Natasha jabbed him in the ribs. "Ow." he spoke, looking at the black haired girl, betrayed. 

"Nah. She launched herself at this little shithead who talked about me and Bradley not being pilots, or good pilots at least, and saying that we would die in a jet crash. Honestly I don't know how to even punish her for that, because I'm pretty sure Bradley and I would do the same thing if someone said that now." I explained, as I sat down on a chair with wheels in front of the duo.

"Just do the whole 'violence is never the issue' thing." Phoenix suggested, as she took a sip from her water bottle. I nodded, before wheeling across the room to my computer, closing it and sliding it in my bag.

"It'll probably be what I end up doing. I just don't want her to think Bradley and I are mad at her, you know?" I explained, as the two nodded in agreement. "You know she still asks when she can go to Uncle Jake and Uncle Bob's house." I teased, smirking up at Hangman.

Phoenix turned towards the blond, a giddy grin lacing her face as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. "She can sleepover today honestly. Bob said he's feeling better. I can call him right now and ask if you and Rooster want a night off." He suggested, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket.

"Honestly, you can take her for the night if you'd like." I nodded. "She doesn't have school tomorrow, so I need to find someone to watch her. I might pin her on Mav and Penny if they're not too busy." I thought. "Alright, you call Bob. I'm going to go stop my husband and child from stealing my third baby." I joked, referring to my plane as I walked out the door. Phoenix followed me, as Jake gave me a thumbs up from where he was standing on the phone at the back of the room.

The walk to the jet hangar wasn't long, and I soon found my baby sitting in the pilots seat, an oversized helmet barely resting on her head as she put her hands on the controls. "Wooosh." Rooster spoke, grabbing the helmet by one hand on the top, whirling her around as she giggled. 

"Why are they so cute?" I complained to Phoenix as we walked up as she giggled. She walked up to the plane as I checked my phone, a text from Hangman confirming that Bob would love to have Carole spend the night. 

I smiled as I walked up to the trio, Phoenix now making fake coms with Carole as Bradley greeted me by wrapping an arm around my waist. "How would you feel about her spending the night with Jake and Bob?" I asked as he looked to me, Carole happily distracted with Phoenix as she wore her father's helmet.

Bradley smiled at me, pulling me closer to him as he whispered in my ear, still making eye contact. "I'd love some alone time, Mrs. Bradshaw." He teased, winking before he tickled me. 

"Bradley!" I scolded, jumping as I jokingly pushed him away, only for him to pull me closer, kissing me on the temple.

"Yeah. I think a night with Jake and Bob would be good for her." He spoke, smiling as he watched Carole go 'pew pew' with the plane. I swear I could watch his heart melt as I pressed a kiss to his jawline.  "I love you." he spoke, looking at Carole before turning his gaze to me.

"I love you too." I smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips before being interrupted by Carole.

"Ewww!" She whined, causing Bradley to rush up and grab the helmet off of her, Rooster peppering her with kisses, despite her best efforts to shoo her father away. I smiled, watching my husband and my baby goof around as I could only gaze at them with love and admiration in my eyes. Maybe being suspended isn't such a bad thing.

[writefightandflightclub]

Hi there!! So sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had any advice on how you write Nathan? Whenever I try, he’s either too much of an asshole or way too sweet, and you always get that perfect balance of bastard to softy in your writing.

And if you don’t have any advice/tips, then simply think of this as a love letter to your immense talent and beautiful writing :)

Hi lovely,

Thanks for your ask (you’re not bothering me!)!

I’m so happy you think I get the balance right for him! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

It’s tricky to step back and reflect on but I did try to unpick things a little. Idk… see what you make of this and I hope it helps! 😄

Of course, these are just my personal thoughts and musings, and anyone and everyone else is welcome to chip in! I’m sure you all have great advice to share 😊

I mainly included some prompts and questions to consider, rather than trying to limit your interpretation in any way - we need your unique take on him! 😁

Position: what’s your position on how much of an ass he actually is? Is he a complete asshole but reader makes him soft? Is he a bit of an ass but mainly a bit misunderstood? Is he well-meaning but he simply shows his emotions / communicates in non-typical ways which people read as negative? Having a clear position makes it easier to demonstrate where he is acting out of character or not within a fic and might support the flips between assholey and soft. (We all have good and bad traits so pinning the limits of Nathan’s in your own interpretation might help? Is he cruel in X situation or about X thing but draws the line at X thing, for example? How does his assholery link specifically to his traits like ego, arrogance rather than being all-consuming. Where does it fall down to the more positive sides of his personality? This will probably help painting him as too cruel as well and making it harder to later pitch him as sympathetic.)

Nathan’s motivation and internal conflict: what does Nathan want and is there a conflict here (internal or otherwise). For example, is he a goner for reader and he is an ass on purpose to avoid showing it? Is he smitten but he’s oblivious, so his soft thoughts or actions are going to blindside even him? Does he think he wants to be left alone in peace, but doesn’t realise that’s untrue until reader is gone? Sometimes there might be a motivating force for being a dick rather than this aspect being a static personality trait. Does he have an outward behaviour which is at odds with his internal behaviour / thoughts? Also if we’re thinking about the transition from ass to soft, if you know the reason behind it it’s easier to unravel it later!

Other conflict: is there another type of conflict which makes Nathan and reader butt heads? What are reader’s flaws? Are they business rivals? Are they exes? Once this conflict is set up does the dynamic change once this conflict is removed? Is there an event or happening which puts Nathan in a vulnerable position or enables him to soften?

Nathan’s remorse / realisation: do Nathan’s behaviours change towards reader? Is there any motivating force behind this? For example, does he realise he’s gone too far? Does he express remorse or not? Does something happen to make him aware of the effect of his actions on reader where before he was in the dark? Is there a long-term character development or shift in priorities (why?)? Is he humbled for some reason? People do and can change and grow based on new information, so thinking about the depth and pace and direction of this change can help move him towards softness. It can be as abrupt or as gradual as you like, as long as the before / after is consistent in itself. You can also make him change reluctantly (happening despite himself) or eagerly (trying and either succeeding or failing) to change. Does he want to do better? Can he? Does he? Does he stick at it? Does he continue to put his foot in it? Does he double-down?

Interpretation and demonstration: how does reader interpret Nathan’s actions? How does he interpret theirs? Everyone has a different communication profile, different love languages etc. There may be a conflict in styles or modes of expressing fondness which initially leads to misunderstandings. You might want to decide how Nathan expresses affection (and doesn’t), how he shows he cares (and doesn’t), and how that relates to what reader is familiar with, wishes to see, and understands. To balance the bastard to soft ratio, it might be useful to think about areas where he might fail to show consideration, but then thinking about balancing that with an area he very much does. For example, maybe he doesn’t express care through physical touch, but he may always make sure you take your vitamins or whatever. Maybe he always forgets about your dinner dates but if you actually need him he jumps on a plane within minutes to get to you. Deciding what he values and whether that gels with what reader values is always gonna be useful! Also deciding what you personally just could not see Nathan doing. Maybe you think he would never buy someone a huge plushie for their birthday (though then sometimes it’s a fun way to play with a bastard-y character by subverting that and making them do the thing they would never). Maybe you think he would show his affection by telling you his fave episodes of Star Trek.

Characterisation from canon: questionable morals in some respects, for sure, but there’s a lot of ambiguity here which makes him so wonderful to play with when writing him, and deciding how much of a bastard you want him to be. We see a very distinct version of him in the movie, at a single point in time. There are no doubt qualities of Nathan which are inalienable: his ego, ambition, intelligence, quest for discovery etc. but for other traits it’s up for grabs whether you think he’d be, for example, just as manipulative outside of the setting of his experiment. Whether he’s just as controlling when he hasn’t spent months scripting every interaction and needs it to go just as he planned. Whether he’s as mean to people as he is to a non-sentient machine which he knows doesn’t have feelings. And so on and so on. He’s so much fun!!! 😁

Hope that helps, though I’m sure your interpretation is great already! Have fun with your writing!!! ☺️🧡

[fernweh-writes]

You could ask my question, if possible, of course. With the Slachers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent and Bo) with her beloved looking innocent and even angelic, but she is extremely jealous and possessive when a victim or survivor flirts with her slachers to the point of saying something in context: " he is mine !!" (while the reader embraces Slachers). What would be the reaction of the slachers, about the corpotamento of his beloved?

I don’t write for Jason, sorry but I can definitely do the rest. Since I don’t write for many slashers, with requests like this one I usually do a little snippet for all of the slashers I do write for. But I like this idea a lot so without further ado…

P.S. this took me so much longer than I expected, I definitely got a little invested in these lol. I left out Thomas and Jesse but I may go back and add them at a later time idk yet.

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Possessive S/O

Michael Meyers

Your innocent and kind nature would be one of the things that made Michael interested in you. You were the first person to take the time to actually figure him out rather than checking him off as Evil™️ and treating him as such. He also likes the fact that he can easily make you flustered, it feeds his need for control. Knowing that he can simply press himself against you and leave you blushing both pleases and amuses him.

We all know that Michael is very possessive. He often stalks you while you’re at work or out in town running errands. At this point, it’s no longer because he feels the need to be predatory, he’s just making sure that what’s his is safe from any harm.

One night you had decided to go out with a few friends, which Michael wasn’t very excited about, but eventually he allowed it. It was one of those busy clubs/bars that had opened recently, so of course the place was crowded. This left Michael with no choice but to ditch the mask while he followed you, another thing he wasn’t happy about.

He ended up sitting on the other side of the place by himself with his eyes glued to you. He didn’t like you being around so many people. Michael was so focused on watching you that he had barely even noticed the woman walk up and make herself cozy in the seat opposite of him. Now his attention was on her while she grinned at him like the Cheshire Cat, pushing her cleavage together to make it more apparent in her already low cut dress.

Michael could’ve sworn that you had teleported, after all he had only take his eyes off of you for a second. Now you had your arms wrapped around him with your head resting on his neck. “Can we help you,” you asked the girl in front of you. Michael had never heard your voice sound so cold.

The girl began to twirl her hair, not deterred by the fact that you were running your hands over Michael. “I was just wondering what such a handsome man was doing here all by himself,” she purred. She attempted to reach forward and grab his hand but you were quick to smack it away before Michael could even move.

“He’s not here by himself he’s with me. And if I were you I would keep your hands to yourself and away from what’s mine.” After you said that it didn’t take long for Michael to drag you back home. To him it was your way of saying that you were in fact a permanent part of Michaels life. Plus you threatening someone when you’re usually so polite was a change of pace that left Michael wanting. You can definitely expect the girl to turn up missing on the news soon after that night as well.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms adored your innocence and kindness. You never hesitated to follow the rules and care for him, which is why he kept you around. After all he needs a nanny that is actually going to take care of him. Brahms also had an easy time revealing himself to you since after the initial shock of it all you were delighted to find out you weren’t being haunted and that you weren’t in a huge countryside mansion all by yourself.

Seeing as Brahms is a major introvert and goes absolutely feral if there’s someone new in his house that he hasn’t allowed you usually have nothing to worry about. However, suppose something happens where Malcolm has to leave for a few weeks, meaning that a new girl is assigned to deliver the groceries until Malcolm returns.

You were in the kitchen chopping up ingredients for lunch when she arrived for the first time. You had to admit that she was pretty, she was tall and athletic looking with perfect curls. It was hard for you to not notice that she was blonde, Brahms had a thing for blondes…

“So Malcolm told me that Brahms isn’t dead or a ghost, is that right?” You didn’t like the fact Malcolm had told this random girl about Brahms but you muttered in agreement anyways. She helped you put up the rest of the groceries in silence, not speaking again until she had opened the door to leave. “So is he hot? Usually people with this much money that aren’t old are always hot. If he is I might just have to stick around for a little while longer.”

That struck a nerve. “He’s not available,” you said sharply and she faltered. “What do you mean?” It was easy to tell she hadn’t expected that kind of answer, much less the attitude you had suddenly adopted. “He isn’t single. So although he is hot, trust me, I would know, you can’t have him. He’s mine.” She quickly apologized and left, slamming the door shut behind her. You could also hear Brahms moving around in the walls nearby, letting you know he must have heard everything.

Shortly after you found Brahms wrapped around you while you finished making lunch. “So now I’m yours hmm?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You turned and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, one hand finding it’s way into his hair. After pulling away you told him, “You’ve always been mine Brahmsy. My good boy.” He let out a small whine at your praise, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

You were Vincent’s muse. He absolutely adored you from the way you acted to the way you looked. To him there was no aspect of you that wasn’t perfect. In other words he was absolutely obsessed with you. After all, you did take care of him and even helped Bo keep Ambrose up and running.

It’s no secret that Vincent was shy, but he was definitely intimidating as well. So you knew that the girl in front of him that was doing a terrible job of flirting was only doing so in a poor attempt to make it out alive. Still, watching her twirl her hair and smile at him made something inside of you snap.

“Come on handsome, you got to want some kind of company. I’m sure you’re so lonely here all by yourself… I could help with that.” She attempted to touch his chest but you grabbed her before she could. “Sorry,” you told her as you held both of her arms behind her back, “he already has someone keeping his bed warm. Didn’t your mother ever to tell you not to touch things that belong to other people?”

Vincent made quick work of knocking the girl out and carrying her down to the workshop. However, after dwelling on the thought he decided to just let Lester dispose of her body. He didn’t want to make you angry by turning her into a permanent wax figure for the town. Doesn’t mean that he won’t allow her to regain consciousness before killing her though, after all she needs to know her place.

Later on Vincent will make sure you never forget that he is yours the same way that you’re his. You can probably expect to have some trouble moving around the next day as well.

Bo Sinclair

Everyone knows that Bo is a major flirt. He enjoys watching the girls throw themselves at him, he just blames it on his “southern charm.” Although, he usually keeps you safely tucked up into the house whenever victims stumble into town. After all, “I can’t have my sweet angel in harms way now, can I?”

You never dwelled on how Bo dealt with victims, that was his business. Sure he had flirted with you a lot when you first showed up. Even now he was heavy on flirting and making inappropriate comments all the time. It was one of the things that made him Bo after all. So walking into his shop unaware of the newest batch of victims in town was a shock for you. Well not so much the victim part, it was finding Bo flirting with the girl leaning over the counter to display her cleavage that pissed you off.

She was smiling and blushing like she had a high school crush on the man in front of her. Not to mention Bo was unashamedly staring at everything she was flaunting. So yeah you were pissed, especially since he didn’t even seem to notice you were there. You quickly remembered the lunch you were holding in your hand, your reason for coming down here, and decided to use it to your advantage.

Instead of saying anything you just walked up behind him, setting his lunch on the counter right in front of the girl, effectively blocking his view of her boobs before wrapping your arms around him. Bo still didn’t shut up and acknowledge you so you decided to interrupt. “I brought you lunch baby.” The use of a pet name quickly made the girl Bo was flirting with falter.

“Oh, uhm, is this your girlfriend or something?” Before Bo could jump in you answered her. “Or something, I guess you could say. After all, he is my husband.” You looked up at Bo with the most lovesick expression you could put on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss. One kiss turned to two, to three, to a whole make out session in front of the poor girl. Bo’s hands began to roam around your body as well, making sure to squeeze all of his favorite parts of you.

When the two of you broke apart the girl was gone but Bo didn’t seem to notice. He was still to busy feeling you up. “Have I ever told you how fuckin’ sexy you are when you’re jealous? I’d never have guessed you had a possessive side to you angel.” You smiled knowing you now had his full attention, “Well surprise.”

He kissed you one more time, long and hard. “I promise we’ll continue this later up at the house. But right now I gotta go find that bitch n’ kill ‘er. You better be waitin’ on me when I get home darlin’.”

Billy Loomis

Billy was highly sought after by many girls due to his bad boy reputation. He always had girls throwing themselves at him wanting to be the one to fix him. You knew you didn’t have to worry, Billy wouldn’t leave you for someone else. He made it very clear that you were permanent. But still you couldn’t help but be irritated when they would flirt with him right in front of you.

You two were planning a movie night which meant a trip down to the video store. Apparently, Randy had the night off because some new girl was behind the counter. When the two of you first arrived she had been reading a magazine, not caring about the handful of people milling about. That was until she noticed Billy, not seeming to care that you were wrapped around his arm. She was watching him like a hawk.

You shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way she was staring down your boyfriend. Billy was observant and quickly noticed your discomfort. “Don’t worry about her babe, you know you’re the only person I’m into.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, “Now, do you want to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” You groaned, “Billy we’ve seen both of those movies a million times.” He smiled and held up Nightmare on Elm Street, “Well now we can watch this one and make it one million and one times.”

You rolled your eyes as he drug you to the checkout counter. The employee quickly perked up when she noticed Billy. “Will this be all for you hun?” She asked completely ignoring you. She didn’t even look down at what movie Billy had set on the counter before saying, “You have good taste, this is like one of my favorite movies ever. It’s a shame your little girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it though.”

“Cool, so who’s the main character?” You knew exactly what Billy was trying to do, elbowing him lightly. “Oh, uhm,” she finally looked down at the case, eyes lighting up, “oh, yeah it’s that really scarred dude!” Billy rolled his eyes, “No shit, what’s his name though.” You decided to have pity on the girl, “Ignore him, he’s a horror movie fanatic.” The girl mumbled, “Yeah no kidding.”

You smiled at Billy, using this as your chance to brag on the fact he’s yours. You knew him like no one else did. “He’s such a dork when it comes to the cinematography of these things but he’s my dork.” Billy hugged you from behind, “Yeah, whatever, you know you love me.”

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loved throwing huge parties at his house. He was well liked and well known so it wasn’t unusual for a lot of people to show up, many of which you didn’t even know. Because so many people knew Stu, it also meant that they knew his family was pretty wealthy. It was pretty common to find girls hitting on him and since Stu loved attention he was prone to playfully flirting back.

Usually you would hang out with your friends during these parties, not being big on socializing with new people. Most of the time you didn’t worry about Stu wandering off, he would always show up at your side again at some point. Half the time when he would reappear you would have to pry him back off of you. He could be quite handsy at times.

Now the party was winding down and mostly everyone left was on the couch getting ready to watch a movie. You excused yourself, and headed to the kitchen to get another drink. You froze when you saw a girl running her hands all over Stu, he wasn’t making any move to push her away. You decided to help him out with that.

“Do you need something,” you asked her as Stu wrapped himself around you. “Are you his girlfriend?” Stu laughed, hopping up onto the counter. He pulled you up onto his lap, “Yeah she is dude. Isn’t she hot?” The girl scoffed, “Don’t you think that she’s a little… beneath you, Stu?”

That set you off. “I think that slutty little bitches like you need to keep your dirty hands away from what’s mine.” The girl rolled her eyes before storming out of the kitchen. You hopped out of Stu’s lap and turned to face him. “If you let mother whore rub all up on you like that again so help me I will be the next one to commit a murder in this house. Understand?” Stu stopped smiling, his goofy personality faltering for a second. He then saluted, “Yes ma’am.” You nodded. “Good.”

Stu jumped down and threw you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp. “You look extra hot when you’re fighting over me babe.” He quickly climbed the stairs and you pounded against his back. “You’re going the wrong way, the movie is downstairs.” He made it quickly to the bedroom, throwing you down on the king size bed with a huge grin. “We can make our own movie babe. I don’t know about you but I’m thinking romance,” he rambled, crawling on top of you. “Rated R of course.”

[mingoyeob-archive]

Can you please do:

53: "We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain,"

41: "Dance with me,"

61: "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself,"

45: "Take.It.Off"

With Jungkook and reader.💜

Loads of love✨

under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

thank you so much for sending in a request 💜 💜 I love that you sent in multiple prompts cause it allowed me to really develop the story! I kinda went crazy with it tho, can you call 2.5k a drabble? idk but I hope you enjoy!

53: "We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain," + 41: "Dance with me," + 61: "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself," + 45: "Take.It.Off" - jjk x reader - word count: 2.5k

Your body swayed back and forth in your seat as the carriage wheeled over bumpy roads and rocky dirt paths. It had you gripping tightly to the underside of the leather seat to prevent yourself from falling to the hard cabin floor. Your gaze stayed trained out the window, watching the trees go by and the rain pouring down creating puddles along the roads. The small drops on the glass had your eyes zeroing on them, watching as they raced back and forth towards the edge of the carriage door. Oh how I tire of this dreadful weather you mused, a frown settling on your face at the thought.  Jungkook grunting as if to catch your attention was the only thing that had your head turning away, meeting dark brown pools that filled steely eyes.

“Are you upset with me?”

Any other day his question would have had you scrambling to pacify his concern, but today, your foul mood had you holding your tongue. Of course you were upset, he was taking you to the one place you hated the most - home. Well, what used to be your home, Uwhen felt more like your home now than that place ever did.

You fixed him with a blank stare. “Yes.” you say, voice monotonous and lacking any obvious emotion.

Your blunt response had Jungkook's eyes slowly widening as he registered just how bad he had fucked up. He never would’ve guessed you’d be this upset, he was doing this for you after all. When Jungkook first got the invitation to attend one of your fathers council meetings to oversee the trades occurring with other kingdoms he was completely set on denying the request; he was never one to meddle into things that didn’t directly affect his people. But one of his own advisors, Seokjin, had reminded him that as the new Duke it technically was one of his responsibilities to be there. Plus, according to him, a good opportunity to get you out of the castle.

“If I was her, I’d want to get out of here as soon as possible!” He had said comically, laughing at his own terrible joke loud and squeaky like. Jungkook frowned at the memory.

Had you said something to him about wanting to leave? he had wondered. Even though you hadn’t (you barely even knew the man), Jungkook’s worries continued to spiral out of control and he hastily had sent your father confirmation that he would be there and that he was taking you with him. He hesitated with his response trying to find the right words to make sure he didn’t make the situation worse. “I’m sorry I assumed you would be ha-”

Bang!

Jungkook's apology was interrupted by the loud sound of something cracking, the two of you launching off your seats as the carriage immediately leaned over on its side. The crash had you two falling out of your seats onto creaking wood, bodies crumpling onto one another and limbs draped everywhere. You had let out an oof at the fall, but Jungkook had seemed unfazed and if anything more pissed off than dazed. It took you a minute to gather your bearings, trying to determine which way was up and which way was down, but as soon as you did you realized you were staring directly into Jungkook's eyes, body sprawled across his chest.

It seemed like he had made an effort to try and catch you during the fall and somehow his arm had found its way around your waist, huge hand unintentionally landing directly on your ass. Your face heated up immediately. “Jungkook, your hand.” he just quirked an eyebrow, oblivious to what you were referring to which only served to make you more annoyed. "Take.It.Off"

He looked confused for a second before finally registering where his mischievous hand had strayed. Despite how he was internally freaking out, his hands had calmly retracted and instead moved to your shoulders to lift you back into your seat as if you were as light as a feather, catching you off guard. You could only sit there surprised at the action, watching as Jungkook’s giant figure struggled to stand up in the cabin, neck bending to duck out of the cabin when he opened the door.

“What the hell happened out here?!”

“I’m sorry my Lord, but it seems one of our wheels got stuck in a hole and broke its bearing.” The coachmen muttered embarrassed, cringing at the obvious anger that showed across Jungkook’s face. The driver's words had you sticking your own head out of the door, flinching as the ice cold rain immediately started drenching you.

“Well how long will it take you to fix it?!” Jungkook questioned irate.

The man avoided Jungkook's fiery gaze, rubbing at his neck, “Considering the craftsman isn’t until the next town, I’m not quite sure. We’d have to walk the rest of the way unfortunately and that could take the rest of the day and probably into the night, sir.”

Jungkook let out a groan, obviously upset with the coachmens words. He threw his hands up, turning in his spot to kick at the edge of the broken down carriage only to just notice that you had stepped out into the rain yourself. Immediately he walked over, boots stumping in the mud. “Get back in the carriage Y/N.”

You scoffed, “No way, you heard the man. We’ll have to walk and you’re not leaving me out here by myself to wait for you to return with a damn wheel.” You glared up at him, neck straining to look up and meet his gaze confidently. “Besides I think I can handle a little rain by now.”

“Rain has nothing to do with it. I didn’t plan on leaving you, I’m staying here. He can walk to the town by himself,” The driver let out a sound of alarm at his statement to which Jungkook paid no mind to. “He can send word to your father to get another carriage to escort us the rest of the way.”

“Jungkook, staying here would be the worst thing to do and getting my father involved would just be a nuisance and you don’t want to make him upset, do you? We can just stop at an inn and stay till the morning.” You were obviously trying to stop Jungkook from continuing the journey to your father. But he didn’t know that of course and he actually began to mull over the idea. The two of you stood in the rain for a moment glaring at each other, waiting for one of you to give up. When he realized that he wasn’t going to win, he let out a grunt, spinning on his heel to trudge down the path. The driver stared back and forth between the two of you, confused about what just happened. You just smiled at your plan actually working and followed behind him, satisfied with your accomplishment.

For a while the three of you walked, completely soaked from the relentless downpour with clothes clinging to your bodies. Thankfully it began calming down as you continued on the road, but the mood surrounding everyone was still tense. You could tell Jungkook was still upset as he had never stopped glowering at the forest ahead, eyebrows furrowed and jaw tense. His bristly mood had you sighing, perhaps it was time for you to try and break the ice.

“Jungkook.” you called from behind his towering figure, stopping in your tracks. He didn’t immediately respond, but after realizing you had halted he turned to look over his shoulder, offering you a grunt in question.

“Dance with me.” you say with a smile, beaming despite his obvious annoyance.

He merely arched a brow, finally facing you to stare at you blankly. Jungkook crossed his arms, “What?” he said.

You giggled, “I said dance with me!” you did a small spin in your spot, lips tilting up at the corners as you extended a hand in his direction. He just looked at it, face void of emotion.

“We're stuck in the middle of a storm and all you want to do is play in the rain.”

He sounded dreadfully confused, but that didn’t deter you from your mission. “Yes! In my opinion, mud makes for an excellent dance floor.” your voice dripped with excitement and when he didn’t show any sign of taking your hand you just took it upon yourself to take his hand from his folded arms and pulled him forward (it barely moved him but you get the jist).

Jungkook sighed and tried to stand his ground as you pulled relentlessly on his arms. The sound of your feet splashing in the mud made him cringe but regretfully he started moving to the beat you seemed to have made up in your head. You two spun in circles and moved back and forth down the path, making up your own dance as you went. The coachmen watched amused from the sidelines, clapping along to the two of you to mimic the sound of music. You knew Jungkook was trying to look like he was still upset, but you could tell it was an act and that he was starting to warm up to the idea as you went along. His arms started to loosen and his back started to untense, shoulders relaxing to make it easier for you to pull him along. He was even biting back a smile at the sound of your cute sounds and the hums you were letting out in tune to the drivers rhythm. At that moment Jungkook thought you looked absolutely enchanting.

Despite the hair stuck to your face, the bottom of your dress covered completely in mud and lingering scent of mildewy smelling soaked wet cotton, the drops of water stuck to your long lashes and the flush in your cheeks trumped all of those things. He had never seen you smile so hard or look so comfortable in his arms. Besides the accidental fall back at the carriage, this was the first time you had been this close to him since your wedding night and he could feel the heat radiating from your body, your hearts beating to the same rhythm. He truly felt like you were his.

So he watched as you continued to spin, laughs full of glee escaping past your lips. You even had the nerve to stick your tongue out in an effort to catch raindrops, showing off the long expanse of your throat and jutting collarbones. The sight had something stirring in him. And you must’ve noticed the change in his face because you stopped in your step, smile calming and eyes softening. You could tell he was deep in thought, so you didn’t feel the need to speak just yet. Instead, you just looked at him, eyes gazing up at him and swimming with admiration. Your shining irises peeking up below your lashes had your stare coming off as almost sultry and he felt his pulse quickening. When you picked up on the shift in his mood you decided to speak up. “Is something the matter, Jungkook?” you questioned, looking up with wide eyes. You looked so innocent. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted so bad to corrupt you.

Jungkook pulled you so close you had to strain your neck to stare up at him just before he dipped his head down, lips so close to touching. "If you keep looking at me like that I won't be able to handle myself."

Your breath caught in your throat and your face was full of surprise as you just stared at him speechless. It was almost as if you two were having some type of heated conversation with the way his dark eyes connected to yours. The tension was undeniable. But you two seemed to have forgotten that you guys weren’t the only ones out there on that dirt road, and the sound of the driver clearing his throat had you two stepping apart.

“Are you guys um...ready to keep heading towards the inn?” he mumbled, obviously uncomfortable. The two of you couldn’t answer fast enough.

“Yes!”

[binniesthighs]

multifandom soulmate aus ✨

soulmate (n): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✨ a/n: hello hello!! today on, “Ro’s self indulgent fics” ehehe i’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite kpop besties and how i feel like sometimes in a group, there’s the members who just stick like glue and it’s kinda like they were destined to meet that way! anyway hehe this concept is so fkn cute to me so i wanted to make some poly r-ship headcannons with some of my favorites! 

➛ disclaimer: the pairings that i use are def not all inclusive of all “soulmate” pairings out there, just the ones i know of atm! also, i know some of these groups better than others, so some will be more specific, and others a little more general! 

✨ groups included: stray kids, ateez, the boyz, monsta x, seventeen, txt, bts 

✨ feedback is always appreciated! who’s your favorite?✨

➛maybe if we’re feelin’ spicy i can do a part 2 with the ones i haven’t done yet ;) 

Pairing: idol x female reader x idol (see fandoms above!) 

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: established r/ship au, poly r-ship, sexual content (the usual stuff also including unprotected sex-please stay safe!) comfort ahhh, mentions of food alcohol  

*all photocreds go to ops :) 

both sfw and nsfw under the snip snip! 

♡ chanlix ♡

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omg where the hell do i start with chanlix we love our cannon soulmates 

arguably the softest fkn pairing on this list; being soulmates with chanlix is like meeting your other halves (thirds?). there’s some serious destiny at work here!! 

the three of you understand each other on a spiritual level--almost to the point where you could likely read their minds if you wanted to try haha. there’s also a really, really strong type of emotional intimacy that you share with them that’s out of this world. 

this soulmate bond is so fkn strong, the three of you could go through any hardships and come out of it stronger than ever! 

the three of you have cute lil nicknames for eachother that you thought up yourselves! 

 your families are close as heck! it’s really pure how by the three of you so many people can get close ahhh 

i think that chanlix would be really into more outdoorsy dates? camping, swimming, hiking, sightseeing, stargazing, picnics etc! felix also loves taking you on food tours! 

bc chan is chan, he really takes on such a protective role over you and felix, he would quite literally do anything for you two: forgot your notebook or documents on the way to work/school? he’ll drop everything to bring them to you. sad? he’ll get you your favorite food, tons of blankets, his hoodie to wear and your favorite movie/tv show to watch with you! if anyone hurts your feelings too he will square tf up. 

felix is the world’s most adoring boyfriend in so, so many ways. not only is he such a cuddle bug, he shows you that he cares with tons of acts of service similar to chan! this comes in the form of his baking of course and other silly little gifts he sees that reminds you of him. he isn’t the best at words sometimes, but will soothe you by giving you a little massage or by playing with your hair! 

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okay...😏 damn i’ve been wanting to write some poly chanlix so fkn bad ahhhh 

once again i really see chan taking the lead in more intimate situations. he really likes giving directions and seeing both you and felix carry them out! honestly he gets a bit of an ego boost seeing the both of you all whiny and fucked out ahhh 

here i come with my softsub!felix agenda oops hehe but this boy is frickin’ angelic for you and chan oml, he always asks for permission before he does things and eats praise up with a fkn spoon. praises alone really get him off: “does lixie like it when i play with his cute cock like this?” 

there’s something that gets the three of you ridiculously amped when you do all kinds of roleplay scenarios FRICK some favorites are pet play (you and lix being the kitties) teacher/student, roleplaying strangers, sex slaves, artist/muse, oh my god there was a halloween where you once did vampire roleplay you still think about it 🤤 

since the three of you are so comfortable with eachother, experimentation feels really safe! for example, the suggestion of shibari came up and now....let’s just say lix looks really pretty tied up ;) 

chan’s got a huuuuge (cock) and size kink!! he really likes topping both you and lix and seeing a bulge omg.... also when he can bulge your throats mmmhm! 

felix loves it especially when you ride his face, and he cold do it for hours! he looks so cute between your legs when he licks over and over your clit. he’ll ask you too if he’s doing good and you better say yes ;) 

favorite position would be all cuddled up and cozy with the two of them double penetrating you real nice and slow with tons of kisses and just touchin’ all over 

cockwarming cockwarming all day, every single time, without fail, it feels wrong if you finish without it! 

♡ woosan  ♡

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idk why but the first thing that comes to my mind is that in certain settings, ya’ll are loud as fuck AHA i guess what i mean to say as that as a trio, you are all super, super unapologetic and confident when around each other! this might have lead to you getting kicked out of a couple bowling alleys and karaoke places before... 

there’s a type of unspoken understanding that the three of you have that makes your bond so special. while you love eachother so dearly, it isn’t something that you really feel needs to be said out loud, it kind of just is! 

woosan are already really clingy on their own and when you come along?? you all can’t keep your hands off each other!! ya know how in movies there’s the whole “hand in the back pocket of your jeans???” woosan!! 

their energy together is so fkn chaotic but that's why you love them! they never fail to make you laugh and this is also the best way that they know how to cheer you up! 

Bc the three of you are a bit unbridled, it’s a bit hard to be serious at times when you go on dates/hang out with friends together so often you get some affectionate eye rolls haha 

wooyoung is someone that will try anything with you! hehe even if he knows that he mind not be that into it, he’ll still go with you! of course, he might say something snarky but he really does love just spending time with you! wooyoung also shares you with all his friends (changbin, yeonjun) so lowkey it feels like you’re one of the bros at times LOL 

san is a big fan of giving you gifts! oh also! words of affirmation too, san is someone who knows your insecurities well, so hypes you tf up all the time!! he especially loves buying things for you that he knows you’ll look pretty in just so he can compliment you ahhh 

at the end of the day however, there’s nothing more more that the three of you love than the tightest cuddles ever as you fall asleep! honestly, sometimes its a little too tight haha 

nsfw 

THESE BOYS FKN RAVISH YOU LIKE YOU’RE A FIVE COURSE MEAL 

and of course they expect the same from you as well! i mean....can you blame them??? these boys are sexy as hell and they frickin’ know it!! 

i have this super clear image of both of them stripping you down and rubbing massage oil all over your body and then giving you the turn to do it to them my lord...

sort of along this line, temperature play makes these boys feral. wax, ice, blowies with popsicles you name it 

both of them really just like being touched all over because they have the prettiest dancer’s bodies and just feeling hands on their muscles makes them loose it. 

wooyoung loves to mark the hell out the both of you in a really territorial way: all over your chests and necks even on your thighssss 

san, while he often does find himself in sub space, really easily can switch to dom you in the most beautiful way. everything with him is really intimate and raw: if this wasn’t already obvious haha he would like have a hand kink and loves seeing the way that his fingers look pumping in and out of your entrance and how your juices look as well. 

back too wooyoung, he’s the king of oral. whether it’s going down on you and sucking at your clit or deep throating with master level skill...foreplay is never boring with him! 

in my brain, i can see the both of them filling nearly position so this makes for an interesting dynamic to say the least AHA 

every once and a while, they’ll let you take complete control of the both of them while they just sit back and watch you with the most smug-ass grins that you’ll see in your life! 

AH another thought: woosan fkn love when you squirt on them, in any way this might look: when you’re nearly screaming in your overstimulation they want it all over them. 

favorite position would be 69 threesome style with all of your sloppy moans in-between <3 

♡  moonbae  ♡

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HEAR ME OUT the king of soulmates that know that they are soulmates but don’t take it seriously in the slightest istg this is my most favorite dynamic ahhhh 

there is not one dull day with these two boys, they’ll have you laughing in stiches until you can barely breathe like, the best kind of wheezy, silent laughter ya know what i’m talking about 

INSIDE JOKES literally so many inside jokes with the three of you 

Kevin is never scared to call your ass out, but that’s bc he knows you so well!! it’s all just jokes don’t ya worry ;) 

Along this line, your groupchat like has some random-ass name that’s also an inside joke

Jacob on the other hand is the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you, boy frickin’ melts. There is not a day that goes by when he hasn’t told you he loves ya morning and night. 

Also the best listener in the whole world, you can tell him anything and everything and he’s just sit and listen and give advice. 

Kevin loves you a ton a ton but just shows it differently! He remembers all the little things about you that you tell him to the point it’s scary how he does it so well 

Meme king Kevin would send you memes that remind him of you and Jacob

Lowkey i can see the both of them getting into the cutest petty arguments like which one of them you love more or think is more talented AHA again it’s all in good fun hehe 

it goes without saying but...it’s cuddle central up in here. 

THEY WOULD SERENADE TF OUT OF YOU oh my god it’s literally heavenly, Kevin would play piano and Jacob would play guitar FRICK 

You have oddly specific dates?? Like they would pick a movie to go see that the three of you would all hate just to meme the whole time. Jacob would still get invested accidentally tho. 

The way to both of these boy’s hearts is their stomachs so when you cook for them they would quite literally do anything for you 

nsfw 

ok ok so i’m a baby deobi so this is the gist of what i’m getting (i also did a little research LOL thank you @ deobi smutblr hehe) 

firstly i would like to say that i’m manifesting thigh riding with Jacob and i literally can’t think of anything else for some reason just p h e w and BOY does he love it too he thinks its so fkn cute to watch you! 

i get heavy, heavy switch vibes from Kevin with maybe some sub leanings??? either way, jacob def has soft dom vibes (oh god and occasional soft sub) to me but also has no problem with you taking control and doing what you like to him if that’s what you desire! 

kevin is impatient impatient and does not do well with your teasing. also...loud as hell, like, sometimes you have to tell him that he needs to calm tf down hehe (but of course you love it when he gets like that) 

separately, both of them are very different experiences i think: kevin is a fan of hard and fast, kitchen counter over the sofa type stuff sloppy toppy in risky places, and he loves to experiment too! 

jacob is also really different where he likes much, much more slow and intimate stuff like missionary, shower sex, real atmospheric stuff like candles and nice scents ahhh BIG fan of really fluffy pet names too like baby, princess, angel etc. super visual too omggg gets hard when you strip for him i think ;) 

together it’s a fkn whirlwind i’ll tell ya that. its like, honestly the most unique experience i can think of on this list because the two of them are so different. i will say that it can end up being really giggly and sweet tho! 

when it’s the three of you, kevin’s dom side comes out a little more so you’re left with these two lovely boys who want to give you all the attention! it’s lowkey a competition lol 

favorite position is when you’re sucking jacob off and kevin gets to do literally whatever the hell he wants with your pussy...i imagine that it might have to do a lot with edging if you ask me ;) 

♡ jookyun  ♡ 

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oddly, i find myself soft af for jookyun and idk how to describe it haha (considering that they can often be hard as hellll) 

the three of you are also really nonchalant, but this is really in the way that you just feel as if you’ve known eachother for a really long time! 

as we know, jookyun were a bit of an enimies to lovers arc (AHA) so with the time that they’ve spent building their bond, it’s strong asf! 

i like to think that jooheon and changkyun would really get a ton of artistic inspiration from you for their music. since both of them write and often reflect bc of this, you’re totally their muse! (they’ll write some nasty as hell lyrics thanks to you too LOL) 

while our lovely thicc mx boys have unbridled confidence at times, really, they are babie. and they are frickin weak for your pampering. 

because of this, the two of them would become flustered as all hell when you do lil things for them!! this could be making them some lunch or just giving them the off compliment that they look a lil extra handsome that day. 

your safe place is with them!! ahhh i would also like to add the number of slick ass grabs when you’re in public is a bit off the chain at times ahah 

the duality of this r/ship is really something to note LOL when you go out and about when the two of them you certainly get some stares bc they look a lil intimidating at times but when you and your boyfriends cuddle up on the subway you give all passerby's whiplash haahah

Kyun is someone who is insanely romantic. almost to the point that it is cheesy haha he’d treat the both of you to expensive ass dinners, beach vacations and maybe even matching couple’s jewelry like rings or bracelets! 

jooheon on the other hand is a little more toned down haha but has another side to him that fkn swells with pride knowing how breathtaking you both are...frankly, his ego skyrockets knowing that he’s got you both for arm candy if this make sense teehee 

the three of you call eachother “babe” interchangeably, so it can get a bit confusing when you’re all in the same place and someone says “hey babe?” you need a new nickname ooP 

nsfw 

hello and here i am to push the sub!changkyun agenda. first and foremost i would like to explain how this man is such a pillow princess with the most lovely bratty edge *sighs* all that kyun wants is for you to fkn use him and do literally whatever the hell you want!! this man daydreams about you riding him right then and there wherever the hell he is. 

also, kyun is the king of toys, both using them on you and on himself! need i also say breath play as well in the same giving and receiving form? more than anything he loves it when jooheon wraps his hand around his neck hooooly ahhh he prefers it when you tease his tip with a vibrator until he’s angrily red and begging for you to give him a break just for you to bend down and give a kiss to his pearly head which makes him jolt 

jooheon is often more of a soft to hard dom if you ask me and takes care of both you and kyun really well. also... he will manhandle the hell out of you if you feel up for it (cough cough your arm kink for him ) oh shit and his thighs....don't’ even get me started 

while the three of you often opt for the hard and fast (even in some more risque places--such as in the recoding studio) there are really some more intimate times that you share too! 

on one of changkyun’s vacations, in the middle of the night, when no one was in sight and the hot tub was free for use...it started out as a bit of making out but then turned into something else when you decided to straddle jooheon and he let his hands creep under the straps of your swimsuit...needless to say you were bouncing on both of their dicks while you were warmed by the crackling bubbles 

at times, jookyun can get a little needy and impatient without you, so this has lead to a couple situations where you walk in on them letting out their frustrations ;) of course, immediately then they’d love for you to join! 

kyun has an oral fixation too, sooo he may or may not love cockwarming with his mouth or sucking your fingers lightly when you go to suck his dick~ 

♡  junhao  ♡

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here me out with this one...but...there’s something really intimate about this relationship?? oh how to put this into words LOL junhao also have an insanely deep bond that really transcends if ya ask me haha 

while they both can be really goofy around eachother when comfortable the soulmate vibes are just...immaculate! this is all i can say? all three of you are just so connected in the way that you accept each other for all that you are and just kind of naturally gravitate towards each other even before you really knew that there were romantic feelings involved! 

first, i would like to say that out of all the pairings on this list, you three are classy as FUCK. seeing the three of you next to eachother is like seeing literally three models in the flesh. the way that you dress (sometimes even to match a little) is unbelievable bc you all just look so good? 

hand holdingggg wherever you go! holding hands across cafe tables, playing with each other’s hands absentmindedly hehe 

TRAVEL BUDDIES you would go anywhere with them and take tons of pics!! i mean the prettiest pics 

hao shows his love for you in the form of so many things, all of which he makes himself!! you inspire his physical art and drawings which he shares with you and he also loves to take clothes too and personalize them for you! 

jun on the other hand would take you to the studioooo and you could watch him danceee oh my gosh he’s literally so breathtaking and he would be dancing just for you with every curve of his body he’s so magical :’) then he’d ask you for feedback and you’d just be speachless...also loves to make you smile!! just being his goofy self he’s the best at it and thinks you’re so cute! 

there’s a ton of adoration in this relationship! tons of cute little displays of skinship that might look like a poke in the cheek or the fluffing of their hair ahh 

still, i feel like you would have kind of silly little nicknames for them that match their personalities and perhaps...you could have matching phone cases with these nicknames.... 

in this relationship there’s a ton of quiet moments that are really peaceful and indulgent such as watching sunsets, drinking wine together, just talking about life n stuff like that! 

nsfw 

hellz yeah we’re in for some more intimate-ass fuckin! but also....😏

this boys are kinky as shit but in like a really classy ass way lolll this is so hard to put into words. 

well, i’ll start with junhui catboy agenda so there’s that hehehe he would most def be into pet play: that could be like ears or pretty collars and of course calling you (or him) kitten. 

minghao is really versatile and doesn’t really like labels of dom and sub, he just does what he wants and what feels good to him! bc we’re talking about how intimate everything is, the kind of sex that you share with them is often never rushed but really purposeful and even planned sometimes! 

i also see there being TONS of sensory items that would come into play with junhao such as flowers, fragrances, aphrodisiacs, all kinds of fabrics for sensory deprovision such as velvet, silk, hemp rope, and so much more! 

BOTH OF THEM WOULD SOUND ANGELLIC i see hao as letting out really pretty soft moans that kind of trail on his tongue and jun sort of choking out gasps with a bit of a rasp to them when they cum or they feel turned on

oh god MIRROR SEX that's what i have to say about this 

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when any one of you would be feeling needy or pent up they can certainly do hard and fast with you between the two of them. especially when this happens, oh my god hao loves it when you moan really breathily into his mouth when you’re pressed against him ooooh shit 

and jun loves it when you bite into his shoulder too when he fucks you it just makes him feral 

actually, i could really see the three of you recording yourselves, or even taking pictures when you have more intimate moments to look at later, just for your own enjoyment or to get off when you’re without the others 

favorite position: hmmm mirror sex with you on top of minghao literally just kissing him and marking his body as jun eats you out until you’re dripping down to minghao’s cock which he jerks off too~ 

♡  yeonbin  ♡

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DON’T TOUCH ME IM SOFT  

admittedly i don’t know too much about this pairing but i do know a lil so i wanted to add them!! i also did a lil research hehe 

FIRST i would like to say that the three of you would without a doubt have the cutest puppy together, if not one, then two!! they would be little dogs with perfect haircuts and likely have their own instagram account which the three of you would run! they’d be instragram famous of course 

LITERALLY EVERY DAY ITS A FIGHT OVER WHOS CUTEST i kid you not this is an ongoing battle you’re all just...so weak for the other ahaha 

being in a relationship with them is like being in a relationship with your bestfriends! 

dates with the two of them can really range all over the place bc you just like having fun together! movie dates, breakfast dates, ZOO OR AQUARIUM DATES, taking little trips to places you haven’t been before or stay at home dates like having a little indoor picnic! 

soobin is really low energy, and would often opt to hang out with you at home or at a cafe while the two of you do your thing together! he lovessss when you bake or cook for him, literally whatever it is he’ll eat it! 

his smile is instant serotonin and the reason why you fell in love with him! the two of them together all smiley is your lockscreen! 

yeonjunie prefers going out with you clothes shopping and would DEF enable you to dye your hair a color that you’ve always been dying to do! he also loves showing you new music and blushes like heck when you tell him that you like the songs that he picks! 

in their own playful ways too, they’d always call you out on your bs LOLL but they just wanna motivate you! they’re your biggest cheerleaders! 

Deep down though, both of them are quite cheesy and would love to shower you with alll the stereotypical romance that you can take even if it makes all three of you cringe ahahah 

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NEEEEDY and literally so mf horny on the dl like it’s comical to how soft and shy they can be in real life situations 

oh my god this is a godly thought but i see both of them being both switchy as heck but not really bc they like how it feels to be in those different postions but literally....bc no matter what it is they are getting off lolll 

i see both of them having sub leanings but can get real bratty if they’re feeling it. 

yeonjun does have a dom side to him that just comes with his general confidence that he gets around you! when either of you beg from him he’s ready to let himself loose. 

im so sorry but they literally handed pet play to me on a silver platter with cat & dog and there is no going back for me. SO you’re in for puppy, kitty and bunny play (shhhh yeonjun’s got his fox ears too) 

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE THIGH HIGHS

both of them love being edged to high hell by you...no matter if it hurts...they kinda like it? 

at the same time, both of your boyfriends also love giving you all the attention at times too! i’m talking about one of them playing with your breasts while the other trails kisses down your body all the way down to your pussy aching for attention too

FUCK this might be just me but soobin eating you out>>>> a GODLY sight. 

i have this other fantasy of yeonjun with either lip piercings or nipple piercings or even a dick piercing someone plz tell me to calm down 

oh please...bubble bath with the two of them holy shit baby pink bubbles all around you while you take turns givin’ each other cute kisses ahhhh 

one more thing to the pile here would be hella mutual masturbation soo much of it. the three of you get off just simply watching eachother too and dirty talking how much you love the way the others look with hands rubbing themselves away with cute whiny moans~ 

♡ taekook ♡

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omg! this is my first time remotely talking about bts on my blog hehe this is so exciting!! i don’t really read too much bts ff so this is going off of my own perception! 

i just wanna say....there’s so much to unpack here LOL but like many of the soulmates on this list, these boys are ~whipped~ for you and eachother!! its so stinkin’ cute 

another thing about these expensive boyfriends is that they loooove to sing for you too! they’d sing you to sleep, when you’re sick, sad, or just had a hard day allllways hehe 

the three of you have sickeningly adorable nicknames for eachother, the kind that honestly make heads turn LOL 

jk would without a doubt get tattoos with you!! and wine drunk lollll he’s also a huge enabler so if there’s anything that you’re considering buying or doing he’d hype you up so bad you barely have to think twice heheh 

kinda like junhao they’d also make amazing travel buddies but less for the aesthetic, but for the luxury. you’d stay at amazing hotels and eat at Michelin star restaurants wearing luxury brands that they bought for you

i feel like this goes without saying, buuuut in this r/ship, its alll about the adoring glances from afar or even just right next to you bc they love you so much!! 

i also get a very protective vibe from them as well, you’re very special to them, and they never wanna see you in harms way or disrespected by anyone! this could even look like having their arm around you on the bus or on the small of your back in a crowd 

together, they’re the biggest jokesters and flirty as HELL they think that it’s so funny when they flirt out in public AGRESSIVELY just to make you a lil embarrassed hehe  

forehead kissessss and kisses on the back of your hand! 

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luxurious in this area tooooo 

they would rent out the penthouse or presidential suite to make an evening for you and pull out all the stops: expensive champagne, lingerie selected just for you, a breathtaking view of the city ahhhh 

ya all know how much i love my soft and intimateeee body touching and there would be plenty of this! they take their time undressing you and eachother and would plant kisses into the nape of your neck and shoulders as you do so! 

i would like to contribute to this conversation sub!jk bc this is something that ahhhhh i really like to think about as well as soft dom tae bcccc why not heheh 

these boys are utterly gorgeous under soft lighting and prowling all over your body too tho ahhh 

BUT! imagine teasing the hell out of jk, barely letting him feel your mouth besides fleeting kisses while tae drives his hips into you from behindddd 

in fact, these boys actually don’t mind a little voyeurism with the wide windows in your suite, opting to leave them open so there's a bit of thrill in the way that they fuck you too~ 

tae has a bit of...dare i sayyyy a power kink, so when you call him names such as sir, daddy, master etc oh boy 

jk himself is bit into sensory dep specifically with blindfolds especially when its your hands travelling all around his body making him shiver. 

both of them just looove cuming all over you as well: face, ass, thighs, belly, literally anywhere, they just think that you look amazing like that! 

there are a couple times here and there when the three of you also do a bit of cam work together for other people to watch--although it isn’t often, you rake it in when you do so. the three of you are a perfect fantasy! 

sex also can happen in odd places with you three too since you can just start feeling it and don’t really care ;) strangest place....hmm i’d say when you joined the mile high club with them~ 

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Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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