#is definitely me saying the receiver is the only one allowed to say such style jokes

[transkingcobra]

Hm

[harstyle]

… I think I love you

Summary: you definitely like Harry, and he may like you, but your insecurities might be preventing you from ever finding out— featuring a friends-with-benefits situation, a heavy dose of self degradation and miscommunication between both characters.

Pairing: normie!reader x famous!harry

Warnings: there’s a lot of crying

Word-count: around 3.2k

a/n: this idea came to me when I saw this couple at a party yesterday and she was sitting in his lap and he was peppering kisses along her neck and I just love love, so here we go (obviously it wouldn’t be fun without at least a little angst tho). I did write this in like an hour and I didn‘t edit, so go easy on me :).

Harry was being weird.

He was touching her all over, pulling her to sit in his lap and peppering kisses along the expanse of her neck, all while keeping his arms circled around her waist. He was resting his chin on her shoulder, staying mostly quiet even though he usually always had something to say. He was stroking her skin, touching wherever he could get through to her winter clothing. He was ignoring all of the strange looks he was receiving from his friends, lips molding into a slight smirk against her skin as they spoke politics and gossip at the table.

Y/N had a horrible feeling in her stomach. It was unusual for Harry to show so much affection around their friends— the two of them had just agreed that their friends didn’t need to see so much of their arrangement. It wasn’t like they were dating, or better yet, in love, so keeping it to themselves seemed like the sensible thing to do. Don’t get her wrong; their friends knew about it, but Y/N and Harry mostly kept the physical aspects in the bedroom for no one to see. He surely had never been so blatant about it.

Her heart was pounding. To be fair, her heart always did that when Harry was around. Y/N had had a crush on Harry since she’d met him years ago, but back then she hadn’t thought she’d have much of a chance with him. Y/N had heard of him dating supermodels, rich girls with a ‘perfect figure’ and scandalous backgrounds and had always kept the idea of a relationship with Harry Styles far far away in the name of self preservation.

But then he’d kissed her.

He’d been drunk when he’d done it, but Y/N hadn’t cared in the slightest. When morning came, Harry had explained that he wasn’t looking for a relationship and that while he thought Y/N was wonderful, he didn’t want anything serious with her.

She’d remembered those words and lived religiously by them.

Only ever calling him when she really needed him, allowing him to knock on her door whenever he felt like fucking her, being okay with acting in the role of little play toy even though she’d always liked him.

And it wasn’t like their arrangement wasn’t mutual— it had started out that way, but it was slowly eroding her mind— exhausting her until all she did some nights was cry.

And even though Harry’s touch felt wonderful, and his confident display of affection had initially warmed her heart, all she wanted to do right now was cry. Cry because she was realizing, through all of this, that something like this was all she’d ever wanted. With Harry, without Harry— she’d been needing something real, and this wasn’t real. This was all pretend, a silly arrangement between two incompatible friends; one famous bastard and one delusional office job girl, his handsome face and her insecure mind.

She couldn’t handle being with him sometimes. She would open the door of her apartment, let her eyes trail over his features and doubt that he wanted to be there with her. It seemed so farfetched that he would want to fuck her, that he’d want to touch her body and kiss away her fears. She almost felt disgusted by it, by his touch, knowing that he’d touched other, better women— and many of them.

She always made him turn the lights off.

So there was no doubt that he was drunk out of his mind right now. Because why else would inform their whole friend group— not just select friends, their whole group which consisted of some mere acquaintances, of their relationship. Situationship. Whatever it had blossomed into.

Harry’s hand was burning against her stomach and she couldn’t do it anymore. She excused herself quietly to the bathroom. Y/N knew Harry’s house like the back of her hand, so she found it rather easily and walked inside. She didn’t lock the door, just washed her hands. Over, and over, and over again. She washed away all of her horrible, degrading thoughts and tried to drown out the mean voices.

You are your own worst enemy.

The knock she heard on the door was loud, but it didn’t interrupt her train of thoughts. She kept her mind on his hands, his wonderful hands, on her disgusting skin. She wanted to wash away the pain.

She could see Harry out of her periphery. She went back to the soap dispenser.

“You okay?”

Her hands became rougher with it as his voice invaded on her privacy. Her eyes became glossy as she turned on the water again. There was no doubt in her mind that Harry was watching her every move, but she didn’t really care about that.

“Y/N, turn the water off.”

She did it almost instantaneously, like she’d been needing somebody other than herself to tell her to do it because her mind wasn’t strong enough to convince her of it on its own. Harry grabbed a towel, slowly drying her hands and massaging them until they were warm and dry again.

He was staring at her, but she didn’t care if she looked strange to him now. She was strange. She’d always felt like she was faking around Harry— like she needed to be a certain version of herself in order for him to like her, and so there was this wall of pretentiousness that came with being around him.

Sometimes she wasn’t perfect or sensible, sometimes she wanted to wash her hands like a lunatic and cry all the while doing it, so he needed to finally see that. See the pain he was causing her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes trailing over her features delicately.

“Nothing,” she answered with her gaze on her hands, which were still in the towel.

“Do you want me to kick them out?”

“No,” she shook her head quickly, very decisive in her answer. “Don’t kick them out.”

It was a weird concept anyway, kicking his own friends out so he could… what, comfort her out of whatever state she’d landed in?

He took her hands delicately and interlaced them with his, throwing the towel onto the floor somewhere. She watched as it fell, as her hands found their new home in his, and finally looked up to see Harry already looking at her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, almost furious.

“Like what?” He had this innocent glint in his eye, void of any bad intentions and almost oblivious to her anger.

“Like you want to kiss me.”

“I do want to kiss you,” he smiled. Then he squeezed her hands, “can I?”

Y/N had never really learned how to say no, so with her silence, but also her body inching closer to his, came the approval he was looking for. He anchored a hand onto her jaw, allowing his lips to linger on hers with a solid grasp.

Her eyes fluttered shut, the tears forming in them finally released.

Y/N deepened it, trying to latch into him even more to make these feelings go away, convince herself that everything would be fine as long as Harry was actually kissing her, but the ill feeling in her stomach worsened.

She broke away from him, pressing her forehead to his chin, and shook her head. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He was still smiling. “What?”

Panic had risen in her chest, but she still wanted to go through with this.

“I want to end this.” This because she had no idea what they were.

Harry’s eyebrows drew together in concern but when he let his hands rest on her waist, she pulled away. “I can’t. I don’t want this anymore.”

“You mean— what, you mean us?”

She nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“Why… I mean, what… since when have you—“

“Weeks, I think. I need time alone, away from you. I can’t… I want something more than this.”

He pulled away, “oh.”

“Not with you!“ she rushed to say, later realizing that it had sounded a bit offensive when he frowned in response, “but I’m getting older and I need to feel like I’m going somewhere with my life, you know? Can’t just keep being somebody’s fuck buddy.”

The words tasted sour on her tongue.

“Oh,” he said again, and it drove her crazy. Why couldn’t he just say something other than that?

He was so enigmatic that it was hard to say goodbye to him, but she had to. She had to cut ties, at least for a little, so she could recover and find somebody who didn’t make her feel bad about herself, but also did everything else exactly the way Harry did them.

“Alright, if that’s what you want,” he nodded. It was robotic, his face stoic.

There was no fight in him— she didn’t know whether she was delighted or angered by it.

She was staring at him like she wanted to memorize every curve of his mouth, his nose, the exact shade of his irises. She knew this was the end, their demise, and if she never got to be close with him again, maybe it would be fine if she could look back and remember everything about him.

Y/N left Harry in that bathroom and headed straight home.

—

Y/N hadn’t seen any of her friends in a month. Her time had been overwhelmed with work and therapy, days spent at home crying because the lack of a romantic future in her life had finally sunk in. She was broken. She was hurt and ruined, and it had all really been her fault.

But she wanted to get out again. She wanted to see her friends and let her lips curl into a relieved smile at the sight of them goofing around drunk, or making jokes about how hellish it was to be alive.

She’d gone over the possibility of running into Harry and decided it would be fine, that she’d taken enough time away to cope with seeing him again.

He arrived at Sarah’s house at 10 pm, a glass of wine latched onto his glove-covered hand. Y/N watched from the kitchen as he gave her a hug, toed off his shoes and caught her eyes. He tried to smile, as did she, and raised his arm in a wave. Y/N nodded in acknowledgement, beginning to play with the bottle of beer in her hands. She was nervous. She was broken.

Her friends had seen it, of course, the exchange, but they stayed quiet. Neither of them had spoken about their falling out, but their scattered separate arrivals at house gatherings as well as her loud absence from the last few ones had confirmed things further.

She’d tried to avoid him, but Sarah’s house wasn’t as big as Harry’s. There was less space and everywhere she was, Harry couldn’t be more than a few feet away. There was a magnetic force that she was trying to ignore, as well as the pained looks he would be so blatant about.

Once things had quieted down, and the group had left to scatter in small gatherings around the fire place, on the couch, outside on the patio, Y/N felt it the best opportunity to sneak into the corridor where no one was around.

Well, no one but him. He always seemed to find her.

“I went on a date last week.”

Y/N sighed, “you’ve gotta stop following me around—“

“Because I hadn’t, you know,” he said, voice cracking and hand tightening around his glass, “I hadn’t been on one in months. Ever since we started, actually. Never thought it was necessary, or that I wanted to. But then you left, and I thought about what you said, and I really wanted to date. So I went to the bar, you know? I went to the bar and I… I saw this girl, and she was beautiful. She had long, wavy hair and she wore these really cute glasses, you know? Like, these brown tortoiseshell glasses similar to the ones you wear sometimes, and I fell in love with those glasses. Just fucking… couldn’t stop staring at them. I was thinking about you and about the night you left and I…” the words seemed to get lost somewhere in his throat, but he had this look on his face that mirrored painful confusion.

“Harry—“

“I want you to know that that was a really fucked up thing to do.”

That was it. After that, he left. He faced the other way and walked away from her. It wasn’t until he reached the door and opened it that she started following him.

“No!” She protested, “no, you don’t get to say that and walk away from me, you dick. You were the one who… who— just, you hurt me!”

That seemed to irk him (she’d wanted it to) because he turned again, stepping so close that she started backtracking, “I hurt you? I hurt you? You were the one who left!”

“Because you’re confusing as fuck!”

“What do you even—“ he shook his head, “you’re fucking quiet. You never tell me what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling and all at once, you burst at me. You never… you never say anything.”

“That’s what you wanted, Harry, so don’t tell me it’s only me when it was always about sex. You wanted the arrangement, you wanted booty calls, you wanted—“

“I wanted you to be you! The way you were when we were friends— so I tried to get you to open up, get closer to you, but you would never let me!”

Y/N was sure their friends could hear them from the living room, but she couldn’t find it in her to worry. “Why let myself get hurt when all this was was some stupid way to pass time? Cause that’s all it was, right? You call me, I call you— that’s fine, but it’s not worth exposing my secrets for.”

“Right, well I was under the impression things were going better but fine, if that’s what you think.”

She tutted. “Don’t do that. You told me you didn’t date, that we couldn’t start anything more and I never pushed you. I did exactly as you said.”

He blew out a breath, “things change.”

“I don’t know if you did, honestly.”

“I did.”

“You did?” She challenged, knowing it would blow up in her face. “What changed? Tell me exactly what changed, because it all felt the same to me! But I don’t know, maybe I missed your devastating declaration of love, or maybe I—“

“Alright, I love you, okay?” He was gripping his face in frustration, not nearly confident enough to look her in the eyes. In a more controlled tone, he repeated himself. “I love you.”

She scoffed. Out loud. It was followed by a laugh too, her scoff, and it reverberated through the room. Then she shook her head, and she couldn’t believe the audacity of him.

“Right, okay.”

He gave a sigh, tired. “Stop invalidating my feelings.”

His voice harbored just enough vulnerability for her to feel for him.

“You’re insecure about us, I get it. You were hurt, I understand. I didn’t want more when you did, I understand that too— but you weren’t the only one who got hurt in the end. It may have started out as a simple arrangement, but you know damn well things started changing months ago. I was showing you different sides of myself so that you would show the other, imperfect sides of you, but you never compromised with me. You wanted me to turn the lights off. You don’t even believe me when I say that I love you! Do you get how devastating it feels to tell someone that you love them and not only do they not feel the same way, they don’t even believe you could be capable of it?”

And she… she didn’t know what to say after that.

He was right, she supposed. She hadn’t considered his feelings in the matter.

“I do love you. I do. But if you think we’re a joke and we were never even real anyway, then fine.”

He’d started to distance himself, taking a few steps backwards from where she stood. She wanted to cry, but she didn’t want him to think she was trying to play victim— it was just what she did whenever she felt overwhelmed.

Y/N let him leave. Let him open the door and walk out, back to their friends, as she stood there alone. He was walking away from her.

And once the door closed, she burst into tears.

Her insecurities were mean, they were heavy on every part of her being right now.

She faced the front door leading outside and cried, trying to be as quiet as she could so nobody would hear her.

He did, though, or at least he had a feeling she was crying because he came back shortly after, almost like he’d been stood just outside regretting ever leaving. She could almost picture it, the door closing, their friends staring back at him with questioning glances— how he may have shut his eyes and released a deep breath before readying himself to get swallowed whole by the dramatics of it all over again. She was facing away from him, but her shoulders trembled in fear and he could kind of see her through the reflection of the door.

“Y/N.”

She shook her head.

“Y/N, turn around.” When she didn’t comply, Harry pulled her to the front of his chest, hesitant at first but becoming more confident as he felt her relax. His mouth was near her ear as he whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“Don’t, I’ve been horrible to you. And stupid.“

He shook his head. “It’s both of our faults.”

“I just… I always thought you wouldn’t like me as anything more than what we were and I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know,” he shushed her, pressing his lips to the side of her head and letting them linger there. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

He coaxed her around, never letting go.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

She sniffled, “I forgive you.”

He chuckled against her forehead, his chest heaving against hers. Her lips were curling into a small smile as well. She couldn’t help but mirror him.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I didn’t mean to… you know, say it like that in the middle of an argument. Shouldn’t have done that.”

She thought for a moment before settling on a subtle shrug. “Think I do though.”

He laughed, “you think?”

She moved to rest her chin on his chest, a glint in her wet eyes as she spoke, “if I say I know, will you date me for real?” She still sounded nervous.

His grin was wide. “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s a bit too soon for dating? I mean, I just told you I love you.”

The delight that sparked in her was all he’d been looking for. “I wouldn’t be surprised with how anti-relationships you are.”

Harry pinched her bum, rolling his eyes. “That was before I knew you think you may be in love me. Now I’m considering it.”

She looked extra cute because her eyes were still glossy and red, but she seemed happier, a smile completely molding her features. “Hm, well I guess I better know then.”

He leaned down enough to nudge her nose with his, “you probably should.”

“I love you,” she whispered, breath hitting his lips. “I know I do.”

He kissed her then, pulling her impossibly close. “Again,” he’d said, and she obeyed. He gave her two short kisses, mumbling, “again” over and over again until he had his fill.

He couldn’t resist the last finishing kiss, lasting just a few seconds longer than the other ones. “Let’s go home.”

—

the end!

[margotw10bis]

Welcome Back.JJK [m]

bestfriend!Jungkook x female Reader

Genre: drabble; smut (basically just porn)

Words: 3.6k

Synopsis: After almost two years of military service, you finally meet your best friend again. While you have planned a cosy night, his plans are a little bit on the physical side.

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving); dom!jk/sub!reader; unprotected sex; rough sex; praising kink; big dick jk; hair pulling; spanking; crying of how good sex is; choking

Part 2

18 months.

You've waited 18 months to see him again. You diligently mark each day on your calendar, waiting for him. The few weekends he was allowed in the civil life weren't enough to do everything you wanted and honestly, he was so tired that most of the time he just ate and slept.

But today it's different. Because Jungkook is finally free from service. You finally have your best friend back.

You've planned everything for your encounter: cake, embarrassing sign saying 'I CAN TAKE MY BUNNY HOME' and a whole night of snacks, games and movies, just like you used to do before Jungkook got into the army.

You're not the only one waiting for a loved one. A small group of friends and family have gathered in front of the military base, waiting for the soldiers to get off duty for good.

You are clearly feeling impatient, bouncing on one foot to the other. When some squeaks are heard from the crowd, you try to get a visual on the men coming outside by standing on your tiptoes but it's in vain. The only thing you see is a bunch of shaved heads...

It's only when some reunions decide to step aside that you finally see him. And gosh, you are so happy that you could fly. A big fat smile paints your face and Jungkook mimics you when he notices you and your sign.

He looks a little bit tired but he looks good anyway. The months he has spent in the army got him buffer — even though he was already a gym rat — and his military uniform just increases that. His hair is definitely short but he clearly let it grow a little. Honestly, he looks like a kiwi. A cute kiwi.

And his bunny smile is just the same: sweet and feeling like home.

When Jungkook walks to you and hugs you tight, you can't help but shed a tear.

"I missed you so much" You whisper, tightening your arms around his neck — you don't care if you're strangling him at this point

"Missed you too" He whispers back

"And..." You say as you are scooting away to grab the box you left on the ground "I got you a cake!"

Your excitement peaks through your voice, making Jungkook chuckles.

-----

It really feels like old times.

Jungkook's apartment hasn't changed at all. Well, you've been there a few times just to make sure that there wasn't any leaks from the upper flat, or to open the windows to change the air. But you missed it with Jungkook inside. It's like the whole place takes his energy.

As Jungkook takes care of his bag in his room, you settle everything you have prepared on his coffee table: cake and games. Several times a week, you were spending evenings together and you really want to find back this atmosphere.

You happily clap in your hands when your best friend appears in the living room. You light up the candles on the cake and start singing — not so good but you don't care — 'Welcome back, Kookie'.

Jungkook blows the candles and sits next to you on the couch. He has changed his clothes, opting for a style you know very well: baggy black t-shirt and oversized black sweatpants. He must feel good to finally dress as he wants.

"So" You start, already excited about this night "I have UNO, Monopoly, Cluedo but we can also play something on your Switch or we can watch a movie. I heard that the new one with Ryan Gosling is very n—"

"Y/N" Jungkook stops you

You can see he is a little embarrassed at the way he scratches his neck.

"Yes? Tell me" You encourage him, your usual sweet smile on your lips

"I don't want to be rude or anything, because it's super sweet what you've done but..." Your best friend chews on his lower lip — he used to chew his lip rings but they're gone "It's just that... I haven't done it for almost two years and I was expected to, you know, do it tonight"

Jungkook has a light blush on his cheeks that indicates that he is not as relaxed as his manspreading on the couch lets think.

But you're a little confused. You don't understand what he is trying to say.

"You don't want to play the games?" You try and Jungkook shakes his head lightly but doesn't dare to look at you "And you want to 'do it'? You mean going live on Twitch?"

Jungkook growls in frustration. It's so weird to talk about that with you. You're his best friend, it's not really the kind of conservations you two have.

"No!" He whines "God, Y/N, I want to fuck!"

You're speechless. And blushed. Because gosh, you never talk about that and you're also embarrassed not to have thought about it. You totally get that Jungkook wants to... blow off some steam.

You just didn't realize that he might have called one of the numerous girls that were crushing on him before he went to the army and asked her to join him tonight.

"Oh" You manage to say "I—" You clear your throat "I'll get going then. You can call me tomorrow or whenever"

You quickly stand up and try to hide the redness of your face. But Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you down. You clumsily land on his lap, setting your knees on both sides of his hips last second to avoid hurting him.

Your heart stops at the intimate position. Never in a billion years you could have imagined being like this with your best friend. Your breathing stops too as you get to see Jungkook's face so close, maybe for the first time in your four years of friendship. He is handsome, always has been, so you don't know where to look: his eyes — not in their usual doe shape but way more intense —, his cute bubble nose or his lips. Yeah, your eyes definitely settle on them, especially when he slyly licks them and coats them with a thin and shiny layer of saliva.

You gulp and don't really know what to do. Yet, it seems very easy for Jungkook because his big and warm hands caress your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me fuck you. Please"

You don't know if he is begging or ordering because his voice is so hoarse. It's really, really hard to resist. And maybe his hot breathe caressing your face makes you a little high because you nod.

You fucking nod at your best friend asking if he can fuck you.

Worse, you feel aroused by the idea if you consider how your pussy is getting wet.

In just one second, Jungkook's lips are on yours. The kiss is not sweet at all, it's rough and urging. You're never witnessed this side of Jungkook and you already can tell that he loves being in control. He always has been the nice and caring friend but right now, he is like a starved man. His inked hand settles at the back of your neck, preventing you from escaping but you have absolutely no willing to do so.

His mouth literally owns yours, pressing his lips so hard that your teeth clink but it's not like you really care — this awesome kiss fogs your brain with horniness. He slides his tongue between your lips and you hum at his velvet muscle against yours.

His hands tightens their grip, bringing you closer to him. Your boobs are pressed against his torso and there is no another place for your arms but around his neck. His short hair tickles your fingers but it feels so soft at the same time. Too bad the kiss completely occupies your brain that you can't appreciate the sensation in your fingertips.

As Jungkook abandons your swollen lips for your neck, his hands are traveling down to rest on your hips as they urge you to grind on his hardening cock. You roll your hips, pressing your core against his crotch and gosh, it feels good. You are so, so glad you've chosen leggings today because you can feel his bulge. You press harder and harder against it, trying to satisfy the need of friction your throbbing clit demands. You are so, so wet that it's embarrassing.

You can't help a sweet moan from escaping your lip and it seems to make Jungkook crazy. He lifts up your body to make you lay on your back and grabs the hem of your leggings, tugging on them and your panties at the same time. You're surprised that he doesn't slide your clothes all the way down but stops mid-thighs, just enough to get a full view of your cunt, already glistening with arousal.

You don't even have time to grow embarrassed at the idea of your best friend looking at your pussy because Jungkook is in a rush.

"Pretty" He whispers with a hot smirk right before he dives into it

His hands strongly maintain your legs up against your chest while his tongue rolls around your clit. It feels so fucking good that you can't think straight. Maybe that's why you can't have enough sense to mutter your loud moans.

Jungkook changes his pattern by taking a big fat lap from your entrance, gathering on his tongue your arousal that was starting to drop through your hole. Your head rolls back and your hips buckle up just to feel more of him.

"Taste fucking sweet" He praises and you don't know why you feel so proud of it

The wet sounds of his mouth on your cunt are sinful and at this point, you don't know if your pussy is covered by your arousal or Jungkook's spit but you don't care. It's even hotter than he is eating you out so messily. The sloppy sounds are scandalous but it arouses so much that you feel like going crazy.

When he harshly sucks on your sensitive bud, you gasp and shut your eyes close. Your hands desperately try to hold on something but there is nothing to help you down the path of this pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" You keep moaning

You're close, you know it. Your pussy keeps clenching around nothing and Jungkook's tongue doesn't slow down. His hands grips the flesh of your thighs harder, surely marking you with bruises, so you don't escape from the unbearable pleasure. And then, Jungkook decides to bring you straight to Heaven when his wet muscle enters you as deep as possible, making his nose bump into your clit. Your restrained legs due to your leggings and his grip only add to your arousal. You've never felt so overwhelmed by pleasure before but here you are: being eaten out by your best friend.

"Kookie, wait, I'm gonna— I'm gonna—" But you never finish your sentence

You scream something that sounds like his name as your legs shake in his grip and you cum on your best friend's face. Your walls clench around his vicious tongue that happily gathers your arousal pouring from your hole. You even feel him smirking against your cunt while he takes a final lap.

"Sweet juicy pussy" He says, making your blush "You're cute when you cum on my tongue, baby"

You don't really have time to catch your breathe because Jungkook grabs your waist and tosses you around so you're on your knees. He makes sure to bring your ass up, landing a harsh spank on your flesh. The stinging pain brings tears to your eyes but wetness to your pussy.

You rest your head on your couch, obediently waiting for Jungkook to pursue his needs.

"You're so fucking cute like that, your pussy full on display for me only, right?" He praises and claims you and doesn't miss how you clench

You both didn't know you had a praising kink but Jungkook will sure use it.

"You're gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you dumb, aren't you?"

You can feel the heat on your cheeks and you grow impatient to feel him inside you. Jungkook's hot, that's a fact. And the way he is acting right now makes you know that you won't be disappointed in his sex skills — not really surprising since Jungkook is good at everything.

You nod to answer, afraid to moan rather than to form words but it doesn't satisfy Jungkook. Another spank, way rougher than the first one, lands on your asscheek, making your jolt. A red mark in the shape of his palm instantly appears on your plump skin in the hottest way possible for your best friend. A sob leaves your mouth but you don't have time to realize it because Jungkook's tattooed hand goes up to gently caress your cheek, swiping away the tears.

"Talk when I ask you to"

His tone is quite severe and you're surprised how sexy you find it. You're never witnessed the dominant side of your best friend before, since you always saw him as a cute bunny.

"Yes" You reply, so politely, so innocently while your ass is up for your fucking best friend

"Good girl"

You hear some rustling of clothes, a sign that Jungkook is getting rid off of his shirt and slides down his sweatpants and briefs mid-thighs too.

You turn your head just enough to watch him pumping his absolutely huge cock. Your eyes widen as you wonder if you'll be able to take him. You haven't had a lot of partners but they surely can't compare with Jungkook's size.

The slight fear on your face is delightful for your best friend. He can see your pussy is tight and he can't wait to stretch your hole like it deserves to be. Honestly, he didn't plan to fuck you tonight. He thought he was going to text a random girl but after all, you're his best friend and you're the one who has planned a welcoming party.

Grabbing his thick dick at its base, Jungkook pats your sensitive clit with his tip. You jolt but moan, instinctively pushing your hips towards him. Some sticky links connect your pussy and his member in the most sinful way. Jungkook teases you again, rubbing his angry tip against your clit just to hear you groan his name.

However, he knows he won't last long and he has waited too long for a teasing game.

His free hand roughly grabs your asscheek, spreading it so he can fully see your beautiful cunt clenching. He lets a blob of spit slide along your puckered hole and down your pussy so he can penetrate you easily — actually, you are wet enough for that but your best friend just likes it messy.

He brings his cock to your entrance and pushes in. The tip is enough to stretch you out so much that the air is kicked out of your lungs. Your mouth opens, unable to make any sound, and your hand desperately grabs his forearm.

"You're so big" You gasp, another tear rolling down your cheek

It doesn't help that you're in this position: you can feel him better like this, aware of every since inch inside you.

"Too much?" Jungkook asks, genuinely worried

Despite how horny he is, he doesn't want to hurt you. If you tell him right now to stop, he'll do. Even though the way your walls throb are so fucking good, and he has just put the tip.

"No, it's okay. Just—" You take a deep breathe "Just wait a sec" You say

Jungkook nods and draws some soothing circles on your asscheek. And it works: he can feel you relaxing which allows him to slide more inches of his cock into your tight cunt.

You won't lie: the stretch is almost unbearable but the sensation of being so full makes you high. Way beyond clouds. You're feeling completely euphoric of your best friend's dick inside you.

"Fuck, you fill me up so good" You can't help but confess

"You're such a good girl, baby, taking me all" He smirks, rewarded you with a nice spank on your already red ass

When all his length is swallowed by your dripping cunt, you feel him deep, deep inside. You need a minute to get used to his size but it's damn hard for Jungkook to stay still when he has been waiting for so long and when you poor dripping cunt squeezes him so tightly. He can't control how his dick twitches, making you moan and clench tighter.

Your best friend attempts a faint dick stroke, earning a gasp or a moan from you, he can't define but the bliss on your face is unmistakable. This spurs him to pull out more, until just his tip is caged between your walls, and to slam back inside completely.

"Fuck, Kookie" You moan

"You like that, uh?" You nod frenetically, especially when Jungkook provides a rough cock stroke "Who knew you were such a good slut"

You don't quite know what to respond when Jungkook fucks you so good that your brain can't work. You just moan loudly, not caring one bit about Mrs. Kim, his 83 year-old neighbor.

The strength of Jungkook's poundings makes you jolt and if he wasn't holding you tight by digging his nails into the flesh of your ass, you'd be completely resting on your stomach by now. Even though his grip will surely bruise you, you absolutely don't give a fuck, not when you have such a good dick inside you.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby" He hisses when you clench around him

You're not sure you'll last long. And maybe your body is not connected to your head anymore because it only seems to seek for your release. You start to bounce back on Jungkook's cock, slapping your ass against his lap each time.

Your best friend watches in awe how naughty you become despite your usual innocence and he just wants to see your fucked up face more. For that, he grabs a good amount of your hair and tugs on it. Your back is so fucking arched that it feels like you're going to break in two but you don't care. The only thing you can feel is this good cock in you.

"Kookie, I'm so close" You whine

Jungkook might have the same goal as you: making you cum, because he wraps his other arm around your chest and lifts up against his torso. He makes sure to have a strong hold on you and forcefully provides you his amazing dick strokes.

The new angle is the perfect one, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedily and you have no other choice than to gasp. You've never been fucked this good and you don't even know how to breathe correctly anymore.

Jungkook's growls of pleasure as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and the sound of your skins clapping fog your brain. You grab his tattooed hand and place it around your throat. Jungkook gets the message and chokes you.

"You're such a naughty girl" He teases you, bitting your skin as he gives you powerful poundings "I'm sure that you like being fucked dumb, right baby?"

"Yes!" You scream despite your blocked throat

You're high on sex and low on oxygen: the perfect mix to bring you on cloud nine. It's like Jungkook already knows all the things you love about sex. But he is your best friend, he knows everything else so why not that? And if he is so good with you, then you don't mind sharing all your secrets with him.

"You're gonna come for me?"

You nod at that but almost bend over when Jungkook's vicious fingers find your clit despise your tied legs. He is circling it so fast that your legs shiver. Thankfully, his large palm around your air column prevents you from escaping his delightful treatment.

"Fuck, Kookie" You sob, shaking in his hold

"Cum for me, cum on my cock" He urges you "I know that you're a good girl and good girls cum when they are told to do so"

The specific knot builds inside you, and you don't know what you are saying anymore. You are not even aware of your tears on your cheeks and the drool at the edge of your mouth anymore. Your toes curl and you dig your nails in his forearms when you reach your high. White dots paint your vision, even though your eyes are closed.

You might be screaming Jungkook's name but you're not sure. You are just too far gone.

You fall miserably on your couch, trying your best to keep your ass up because your best friend hasn't stopped nor slowed down one bit. He has pushed you all the way through your orgasm and even beyond, so much that it's almost barely impossible for you to take him anymore. His dick is just too big, stretching your walls that are begging to clench.

"Please, Kookie" You beg, tears of overstimulation appearing on your face "Come now, I can't— I can't anymore"

"I'm almost there, hold on for me" Jungkook reassures you, his voice a little softer

He knows that you are taking more than you can right now: the way your body shakes is a clear sign. He is close too and a last slap on your abused ass helps him.

He pulls out suddenly, leaving your hole gaping and stupidly empty, and pumps his soaked with your juices cock to cum on your ass. The contrast between your red asscheeks and his thick white seeds is perfect. Jungkook pants while he looks at his masterpiece, a satisfied smirked on his lips.

Exhausted, you fall on his couch, almost falling asleep right after.

"You're okay?" He worries

"Uhm, uhm" You nod

"It's the best welcome party ever" He brightly smiles at your tired face and you can't help but give his smile back "Thank you so much, Y/N"

Part 2

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part one

authors note: well, i got some type of writers block working on two other RR wip's so opened a new google doc and ended up with this. prob gonna be 3 parts, maybe 4. there's an almost five year time jump after this one, can you guess why? also, joe's wife is an oc, not galina.

first time posting my roman writings on here and trying not to freak out tbh

warnings: angst, infidelity, language, suggestive content

song inspo: with me by destiny's child

word count: 4,000

You know that assignment everyone at some point in their education where they research what they want to be when they grow up and share it with the whole class for a grade? Yeah, that big mammoth of a question that somehow you’re supposed to have confidently answered before even reaching double digits.

That was always super easy for you.

From as far back as you can remember, you wanted to be a teacher. It took until you were in middle school, almost high school for you to settle on an elementary school teacher, college for a specific grade. But, the teaching profession always called to you.

You chalk it up to your grandmother, undoubtedly one of your favorite people in this entire world. She was also an elementary school teacher who taught until she was expectedly called home when you were 14. Some part of you wonders if you’ve never even allowed yourself to entertain any other professions because of her loss. She was your best friend, and following in her footsteps was wanted but also felt somewhat necessary. Like you had to in order to honor her and her legacy.

A couple years into your career, you still think about that, how you’ve known from such a young age what you wanted to do with your life. Well, one part. 

In other areas, maybe the most important areas, you were lost as all of the outdoors. Mostly in one area, if you’re being honest, and truthfully, it’s not even what you want in as much as it is how you get there. The path is relatively simple: find a man, fall in love, get married, have babies, live happily ever after.

It’s such a stereotypical trajectory, but one you’ve also envisioned for yourself since your late teens. You’d gotten partying all out of your system during the early college years, somewhat in high school as well. Now in your mid 20s, soon to be late 20s, all you want to do is prepare to eventually settle down. Sooner rather than later.

And the issue isn’t even having no prospects. You have a prospect, he’s just unavailable. 

Because he’s already fucking married.

But can you even call him a prospect when that implies there’s some chance? Because there’s zero chance. You know this. You know this very well, too well. So why you still allow him into your bed and inside of you is beyond you. Yes, the sex is out of this world, but you desire more than that. Maybe not at first, but almost three years deep into this arrangement, most definitely.

You still think back to your first meeting.

Your best friend won a contest that not only granted her two front row tickets to a Smackdown show but backstage passes as well. You met so many wrestlers that night, some you grew up watching on TV as the little tomboy that you were as a kid. But, it was one wrestler in particular: tall, muscular, hair more beautiful and silky than any silk press your beautician mother could ever style, that changed your life. Whether for better or worse remains to be seen. 

He was attractive, extremely, possibly one of the most beautiful men you’d ever met. But, the attraction was short-lived when you spotted the wedding band on his left hand. You’d be lying if you tried to say that was when the attraction sizzled out. It diminished, but it was still there. Still, you didn’t think much of it, that was until you received a call from a number on your phone that you didn't recognize. 

Why you even accepted the call is still a mystery. You never answered random calls, yet that one was an exception, an exception that resulted in you having an unexpected phone conversation with Roman fucking Reigns. He explained that he got your number from your friend who’d exchanged contact information with a wrestler she met that night as well. They were messing around too, that much you knew. And good for her. He, unlike Roman, was not married and therefore free to fuck around.

The conversation lasted much longer than it needed to, especially given the flirtatious nature it quickly took on. It was wrong, you knew this well, very well. He took vows, but you were also aware of those vows. And heat no point pressured you into anything, you could have cut it off. Flirtatious he was, but forceful he was not.

The conversations increased in frequency and length over a matter of weeks that turned into months, and before you knew it, your day started and ended with either a text or phone call from the wrestler. 

A small part of you knew that it would eventually escalate into more, a man like him seemed like he needed more. But, you stupidly tried to tell yourself that when that time came, you would remain strong and draw the line in the sand with just communication. Even if it was just as wrong as anything else.

It was a silly thought. 

Your resolve was weak.

You absolutely did not need to accept his invitation to fly you out to one of his shows, and you damn sure didn’t need to allow him to take you back to his hotel where your legs ended up wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you—among other things—until the early hours of the morning.

The days after that were rough. You felt absolutely disgusted with yourself. It was one thing to flirt with a married man, but it was an entirely different thing to fuck a married man. He wasn’t yours. He belonged to someone else. He had a life with some other woman. You had no right to insert yourself into that union, so you decided to sever contact with him, deleting his number from your phone and shoving the experience in the ‘biggest regret of your life’ box with no intention of reopening it.

Unfortunately for you, Roman, Joe, as he asked you to call him, was a persistent bastard.

You ignored his texts, so he called. You ignored his calls, so he texted. You ignored both, and this motherfucker showed up at your goddamn door. There were multiple times you could have and should have ended things, that being another perfect opportunity. If you told him to leave that night, not allowed him into your apartment, he would have listened. He was stubborn and resolute but also respectful. If you told him to leave, really told him, he would have done so.

But, you didn’t. You allowed him into your place and similar to the last time you were in his presence, ended up spread out on your bed with him balls deep inside you until you couldn’t feel your lower half. 

Now, fast forward three years later, not much has changed. You two don’t communicate quite as much in the day, and his visits are more spread out given the company’s current efforts at pushing him as the new face of the company. But, that doesn’t stop his visits to come see you and flights he puts you on to come see him, both of which always end with him leaving your legs jelly and throat raw.

All the while his wife sits at home unaware of her husband’s consistent residence between your legs.

The thought alone makes you sick, revolted at yourself, at how you’ve allowed yourself to reach this point in life. Closer to 30 than 20 and going on 3 years of being a mistress to a married man, a man who can never give you the future you want yet refuse to let go. 

Not that you’d ever allow yourself to really acknowledge why. 

That’s….that’s just too much.

________

Pillow talk was just something that naturally happened between the two of you. It made sense given that your relationship started out with just talking. He seemed interested in knowing more about you, about your likes and dislikes. He shared his as well. You weren’t beyond admitting that Joe was insanely easy to talk to, the flow of conversation always natural, never forced. There never seemed to be a dry spot between you two. 

And whether it was an innate ability to pick up on the emotions of others or just his, you could always tell when something was bothering him, could see when he came to you with a burden he didn’t want to discuss.

Not that that stopped you from asking. If he declined to talk about it, you respected it, didn’t push. But, more often than not, he would end up sharing things with you, mostly concerns regarding his career.

It seemed he visioned one thing for himself, while Vince McMahon saw another. He felt frustrated at times, especially when the fanbase started pushing back more. He never admitted as such, but you could see it hurt his feelings. How could it not? Kayfabe or not, Joe was still a real person with real feelings, regardless of the role he played.

And at some point, his visits to see you stopped always involving sex. That happened majority of the time, but there were occasions when he just seemed like he needed someone to be around, a distraction, someone to talk to. 

Someone like you.

“Come on.” You jumped up off the couch and offered your hand that he looked at with disinterest. “Don’t make me drag your big ass. It’ll probably break my back.” He lifts his brow, and you roll your eyes. “Joe, come onnnn.”

“Where are we going?” He finally asks, all the while sighing heavily and standing up. Though unnecessary at this point, he still takes your hand. You try not to think too much of the gentle squeeze he gives.

“To my kitchen.” 

Glancing over, he gestures with his thumb. “The place that’s like 3 feet away.”

You suck your teeth and shove against him. “Don’t be an ass. We’re gonna bake cookies.”

“Bake?”

“That’s what I said.” Though clearly skeptical, he follows you into the kitchen and watches as you start gathering supplies. “I spent a lot of summers with my grandma, and whenever either of us were having a bad day, she’d take us into the kitchen and we’d bake chocolate chip cookies. She’d always say there’s nothing a good chocolate morsel can’t cure.” 

Reflecting on those memories, so fond and cherished, brings a despondent smile to your face.

His eyes fall on you, sensing the sudden sadness. “You miss her.”

“Every day….” Shaking your head, you make a conscious effort to not make this about you and your grief. “Now, we need music.” You settle on some random “cookout” playlist that aids in setting the playful mood. To your surprise, yet not surprise, Joe keeps up without struggle. He's a fast learner, easily following along to your detailed instructions and explanations. Things get messy at times, as one does when baking, but it only causes the two of you to share laughter. Especially when you ‘accidentally’ get flour on each other. For you, it was an accident. His was definitely intentional. 

Still, between the laughter, light conversation, and New Edition serving as backdrop, it’s a sweet moment. 

“And now we wait,” you announce, plopping down on the sofa. “Wrestler by day, baker by night. Who’d a thunk it?”

He chuckles. “I never knew you could cook.”

At that, you nearly choke on the water bottle you’d grabbed off the coffee table. “Me? Cook? No. Not at all. There’s a reason every thanksgiving, my family only asks me to bring the drinks. My mom is the cook. Grandma was the baker. I can make cookies and a few select items. That’s it.”

You can still hear your grandma’s voice in the back of your head, chiding you for never allowing your mom to teach you how to cook. It just never garnered your interest, even when they swore up and down you’d never find a husband without knowing how.

Maybe they were right.

He joins you in the living room, settling on the other end of the sofa. “Maybe I could teach you then.”

His words—and offer—suprise you. “You can cook?”

“Don’t look so surprised.” He rolls his blue eyes. Some days you love the contacts, others you hate them. Today is a love day. They make his beauty even more exquisite. “Because of the big age difference between me and my siblings, it was just me and my mom a lot of times. They were either out and about or had either moved out. She’d ask me to help her out in the kitchen, and I picked up on a couple things.”

“You’re a fast learner.” That much is very obvious, in several areas of his life. “Was it ever hard? Like, not really having them around?”

He seems to think about her question before answering. “Yes and no. The twins moved to Florida when I was like three, and we became close instantly. It was like suddenly having two new brothers. Obviously, they didn’t live with us, so they weren’t always around, and those times were hard, I guess. But the older we got, the more we did together.”

The Usos. Also wrestlers trying to make names for themselves. He really does hail from a legendary dynasty. “I get that. It was just me and my mom, and she worked a lot to support us, so that’s why I spent so much time with my grandma. And I loved it, but sometimes it got lonely not really having siblings.” You look over at him, studying this massive specimen of a man who seems so unsure of himself right now, unsure of his future. He’d hinted at such during their prep, but you bookmarked the comment to revisit. “It’s all gonna work out, you know.”

His gaze is on you, partially disinterested, mostly in disagreement. Joe knows what you're referring to. He chuckles, darkly, “you sound sure.”

“I am,” you counter calmly. Moving to sit on your knees, you continue, “no matter what it takes, you make them respect you. You can do it, and when you finally find your footing, you’ll be one of the best to ever do it. Mark my words.” 

You’ve never been one to build up false hopes in anyone, far too familiar with the sting of disappointment. So every word leaving your mouth drips with sincerity. Joe is so much more than a “pretty face” or someone who got lucky by being born into a wrestling dynasty with a golden spoon in his mouth. He’s worked his ass off, you see how he works his ass off, so the last thing you’d want to witness is him become his own worst enemy by getting too into his head.

“You’ll see. They boo now, but pretty soon they’ll be cheering.” Moving to your knees, you lift your arms in a theatrical display. “Roman, Roman, Roman.” You yelp when his strong arms pull you into his lap, legs spread on either side of his thick thighs. “Would you let me hype you up? Like, damn.”

His smile, so beautiful and genuine, warms your soul. His spirits are lifted, and that’s all that matters. Joe’s hands are on your hips, palms massaging you through your shorts. You move your arms around his neck, resting on his strong shoulders “Thank you.”

It’s at this moment, you foolishly allow yourself to wonder. Wonder what it would be like for this to be the norm, for him to always return to your place when he has time off or in between shows. Wonder what it would be like to consistently be this safe space for him, to be in his corner and not just in the shadows, but in the light. To be supporting him ringside. To be his.

And for a second, you pretend. You pretend that you are his, and he’s yours. That this is your man, and you’re his girl. Just the two of you. Nobody else.

But the comedown from that is devastating, like a boulder sitting on your chest, a butcher knife to your heart. Because he isn’t yours. He never was, and he never will be. 

Mood sullen, you lower your arms to separate yourself. “I should…” You clear your throat, climbing off of him. The air is suddenly too stuffy, the room too small. You need space. “I should go check on the cookies.” 

Joe’s not stupid, far from it. You know that he has to pick up on your 180 in mood, yet he doesn’t pursue you, doesn’t ask questions, and you’re thankful for that. You need to not be around him right now, not so close, not so connected, not so in love.

You need to let him go. ________

“I can’t do this anymore.” 

Joe’s in the midst of sliding his shirt over his head, sitting on the edge of the bed when your voice, low and quiet, stops him mid movement. “What?”

“I said.” You blow out a big breath, unsure why your chest suddenly feels so heavy. “I can’t do this anymore.”

At that, he angles his body so that he can look at you, assess your face. He’s a big eye contact person. “What are you talking about?”

Irritation piques. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Joe.” Gesturing between the two of you, you kick the blankets off and quickly reach for your t-shirt that got discarded last night. Being naked in front of him suddenly feels uncomfortable. “This. It’s done.”

He pauses for a second and then shakes his head, resuming his dressing. “Okay.”

His tone is dismissive, like he doesn’t believe you. Like he thinks you’re playing around. Of course he would be in one of those moods, where he’s more irritable, less receptive and fucking stubborn. “I’m serious.”

“I’m not doing this shit with you right now.” Joe gets up and continues dressing himself, prompting you to climb out of bed and move in front of him. 

He can’t avoid his way out of this. You won’t allow it. It’s time to finally rip the bandaid off. 

You’ve sat on this for the last two weeks, since he last left your apartment and you realized you’d stupidly allowed yourself to fall for this man. Fall for a man who walks around with a wedding ring on his left hand, who’s always had that wedding ring from the moment you met him. You’re not upset with him, not as much as you’re upset with yourself.

You grew up the product of an affair, felt the stinging pain of being rejected by a parent whose selfishness resulted in the creation of life, a life he wanted no part of. Seen how your mom literally begged your piece of shit father to be in your life, to play some role. Heard how he cruelly rejected her, rejected you, calling you your mother’s bastard. A mistake.

It devastated you so deeply that you still can’t really talk about it without getting emotional. 

And yet, you idiotically found yourself playing the same role you used to judge your mother for: the other woman. 

It’s a role you stepped in, and one you must now step out of.

“There’s nothing to do.” You run your hands over your face and shake your head. Choosing to have this conversation at almost 4 o’clock in the morning probably wasn’t the best move, but you also know that if you give yourself more time, you’ll find a reason not to do it. And you need to do this. “You have a wife, Joe. A whole ass woman who loves you and would probably let you fuck her just as much as you like to fuck me. Go be with her, and if not her, find someone else, cause I won’t be that for you. Not anymore.” 

You’re not exactly sure what part of what you just said registered with him, but it’s obvious something did by the change of tone he takes. “Where is this coming from?”

“It’s coming from where it should have come a long time ago,” you answer, crossing your arms over your body. “This was never right, and I refuse to partake in it anymore. I won’t be your whore anymore.”

You didn’t expect hurt to flash in his beautiful eyes nor for him to move closer to you, that hurt intensifying when you back away. He can’t touch you. You can’t allow that, because all it takes is only touch, one longing gaze, and you’ll be putty in his hands. This has to end. “Is that really what you think you are to me?”

“I don’t know what I am to you, Joe,” you answer, honestly. It’s something you’ve battled back and forth with for nearly three years. Just what is it about you that keeps him coming back, keeps him in your bedroom, inside of you. At face value, it’s the sexual compatibility between you. Below the surface level though, there’s maybe more. You’ve never allowed yourself to venture there, and you’re certainly not about to right now. You know how you feel about him, but you refuse to really ask yourself how he feels about you. “And truthfully, it doesn’t matter, cause it doesn’t change anything.”

“So, that’s just it?” His voice is wounded, handsome face painted into a mixture of scowl and a frown. “Almost three years, and you want to throw it all away, for what?”

“For what…..Joe, you are married. You have a whole wife at home. Whatever issues you have that cause you to step out, work that shit out. Learn how to be with her. Cause I’m not doing it any more. I—I can’t.” Emotion imbues your voice toward the end, and you hate that shit. You don’t want him to see, to know, how much this has been eating you up as of lately. “I’m gonna be 30 in a few years. I want to be married. I want to have a family. I deserve that, and I’ll never have it as long as I’m messing with you, so I’ve gotta let you go.” You swallow the deep lump in the back of your throat. “And you’ve gotta let me go.” 

This time, this time you can see the part that wounds him, that digs into his chest. You’ve gotta let me go. 

Joe is fast, fast enough to move directly in front of you, large hands holding your face. He says your name, desperate almost. “Tell me what to do, tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Just….” He stops, and you close your eyes, refusing to see if it’s his own emotions coming up. You can barely handle your own cascade of feelings right now and refuse to take on his. “I can’t lose you.”

What you want…..

What you want is for him to never leave. What you want is for him to stay with you, to be with you. What you want is for him to have never met Jadah, never married her, never committed his life to her. 

What you want is for him to be yours and only yours, but what you want….is also what you can never have. 

“I—I want you to leave, Joe.” The words burn your lips, scorch your throat, ache your soul. “And this time….don’t come back.”

You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, to see the result of your heartbreaking, even if honest request. It’s because you know seeing him hurt will only cause your resolve to crumble, and you can’t have that. You have to be strong, have to be the woman your mother couldn't.

So, you remain there, remain silent as he steps away from you, his touch vanishing. There’s such an emptiness in his wake.

It’s only when you hear the front door of your apartment shut that you finally feel it, the caving of your stomach, the heavy lump move from the back of your throat, the release of the loud sob you didn’t realize you’d been keeping at bay. 

It’s when you finally allow yourself to feel all of the emotions of a woman who just told the only man she’s ever loved to leave. 

If only you knew his departure was just the beginning of the rest of your life.

[theemissuniverse]

(Not a request just chit chatting) like from absolutely silent to "talks you through it", how do you think all the characters rank? I wanna say Liu Kang is definitely talking you through it but idkk

ARE THEY SILENT OR DO THEY TALK? MK CHARACTERS

This is for female reader !

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. obvious smut. I’m not typing all that

(Only doing characters I care about ngl)

MASTERLIST

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 CHARACTERS

Liu Kang [ 10/10 ] is definitely talking you through it. I made NSFW headcanons and I mention this so if anyone wants to read that, go ahead. But anyway; Liu Kang likes talking the reader through their orgasm. A random headcanon I have is because Liu Kang is a god the sex is way more pleasurable for you. He wants to make sure you reach your high. Sometimes the pleasure gets so good you start running from him. He’s forced to pin you to bed (most likely the two of you are in missionary.) “Breathe in and out.” “You’re doing so good, my love.”

Raiden [ 8/10 ] will talk you through it. He does it more in a loving way than anything and doesn’t really notice that he does it. He’ll kiss your neck as you pant and allow you to claw his back. Raiden loves it when you cum on him. He receives more pleasure from you cumming than he himself cumming. “You’re almost there.” “I want to feel you, darling.”

Johnny Cage [ 10/10 ] is absolutely talking you through it but not for what you think. He’s doing it because typically he himself is about to reach his high so talking you through it also helps him get there. Typically he has you in doggy style so he’ll rub your ass and back soothingly when you announce to him you’re about to cum. “Cum on me baby.” “There you go. I knew you could do it.”

Kung Lao [ 9/10 ] will always talk you through it and if he doesn’t, he’s getting caught up in his own pleasure and is most likely about to cum. Kung Lao finds chasing his own high and yours exciting. Especially when you announce it. It’s like a challenge to him. He’ll always care about making you finish and making you finish good. Kung Lao usually pounds into you so good that you’ll start to run away from him. “Make a mess on me.” “You can take it. I know you can.”

Scorpion - Kuai Liang [ 7/10 ] will talk you through it if you’re really into it. When you first meet him, he’s silent during intimacy. A couple of moans and groans here or there. Nothing crazy. When you tell him how much it would turn you on if he did more-he happily gives you more. It’s a relief to him since he was holding back all the dirty thoughts he had about you. You’ll be a mess riding him and he’ll always help you. To be honest, he’s doing all the work. You’re too much of a mess on him to do anything but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s hot. “There you go, love.” “Keep going. I want to see you fall apart.”

Geras [ 5/10 ] can be silent or talkative during intimacy. Depends which one you get. If he’s not that riled up then usually he’ll be quiet with a few pants in the mix. But if he can’t handle how beautiful you look as he fucks you then he’ll definitely start talking. Nothing too much. “You look so beautiful.” “Keep going, darling.”

Rain [ 6/10 ] might talk you through it if he’s really into it. Usually it’s just some grunts and some silence but he doesn’t do it on purpose. He’s just really into it. He’s so focused on getting you to cum that he doesn’t really take it into account that he’s so silent. He loves your moans though. They turn him on like no other. If you’re announcing you’re about to cum, he’s definitely gonna help you get there. “All over me. You can do it.” “By the gods you look too good like this.”

Mileena [ 9/10 ] will most definitely talk you through it. Whether it be her rubbing your clit in circles or her being on top of you. Mileena will always want to satisfy you and she knows how to get you off. She loves when you squirm and beg for her to help you release. She would never deny you to cum though. You look too pretty for her to do that. “That’s right lover. There you go.” “I want you so much. I need you.”

Sub-Zero [ 5/10 ] will talk you through it depending if he’s in the mood or not. Usually he’s silent as ever. It’s really not in his nature to make any noise during intimacy. If he picks up on it that you like when he talks to you, he’ll talk you through your orgasm. Feeling you claw at his bicep or just feeling your pussy clench on him will give the motivation he needs. Especially when he sees you in a panting mess. “Aw, you can’t handle it?” “Come on, give me a good one, sweetheart.”

Syzoth [ 8/10 ] will talk you through it both out of making love to you or spurring out incoherent nonsense as he’s about to reach his own high. He’ll usually ask you repeatedly (even tho you say yes) if he can finish inside of you. Syzoth loves when you start to pant uncontrollably. “You’re so close, I can feel it.” “I love it when you look like this.”

Kenshi Takahashi [ 6/10 ] is actually silent during sex despite a few moans and groans here and there. He doesn’t do it on purpose. He just doesn’t have the desire to be loud. If you’re into though, he’ll go all out for you. Especially when you’re about to cum. Nothing matters to Kenshi more than you cumming. He has a breeding kink too so he’ll usually ask you during intimacy if he can cum inside of you. If you tell him yes, he’ll immediately wrap your legs around his waist and pound into you. “I can’t wait to cum inside of you.” “You’re all mine.”

Kitana [ 3/10 ] is not silent during intimacy. She’s moaning non stop but she will almost if not never talk you through your own orgasm. It’s not that she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t have that type of confidence to do that. Not only that-she’s incredibly submissive and is a brat so if anything you’d be talking her through her own orgasm. Kitana will be in a panting mess with you, waiting for her high to be reached. “I’m so close please.” “Oh, you know how to make me feel so good.”

MORTAL KOMBAT 11 CHARACTERS

Kano [ 9/10 ] is almost never silent during intimacy. If he is then he’s heavily concentrating on you to get you to finish. A misconception with Kano is that he’s selfish and while that may be true, if he is with a longtime partner that is not the case. He will always make sure you get there. Always. Even if he cums waaay before you. He loves to have you in doggy style and there’s nothing more sexy than you crying out that you’re about to release on him. “That’s it baby. Cum on me.” “All mine. Only I can make you feel this good.”

Scorpion - Hanzo Hasashi [ 6/10 ] will talk you through it if you want. He’s usually too concentrated to be concerned with making noise during intimacy. Ironically so, he’ll get mad at you if you try to keep your moans down or try to not to moan. He’ll just fuck you harder if you do that. When you challenge him like that, it gives him motivation and then he’ll really start talking to you. “I am the only man for you.” “You can be louder. I know you can.”

Noob Saibot [ 5/10 ] will talk you through it depending on his partner. He is either obsessed with you or he likes you, just not to the point of obsessing. When I say obsessed, I’m talking about to the point of worship. He only does this with women he deems as very strong minded and strong willed. If you are not like this, he has no point of obsessing over you. Again, if he’s not obsessed with you he is very silent. Even if you announce you’re cumming, he won’t say anything. Just stay silent as he fucks you. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care to get you to release. He actually does a lot. But if he’s obsessed with you, he’s talking you through all of it. Especially when you’re about to release. “Cum on me, my goddess.” “You look so good. You’d look even better if you came on me.”

Cassie Cage [ 4/10 ] will almost never talk you through it. It may be a shock because of her commander personality but Cassie is actually a brat. Not only that, Cassie is too focused on her own pleasure that she’s not even thinking about talking you through yours. You’re the one talking Cassie through it. Cassie is also a very loud moaner. To the point that the two of you cannot have intimacy if say you’d had company over or were at a hotel. Everyone’s hearing Cassie when you’re pleasing her. “Oh my god. Yes. Just like that.” “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Erron Black [ 7/10 ] can be silent or be really talkative. Depends really. When he’s silent he’s most likely trying to concentrate to get the both of you to cum but sometimes the pleasure is all too good that he has to talk to you. When you announce you’re cumming, you turn him on even more. If he wasn’t close to cumming Erron is right behind you if he knows you’re about to cum. He’ll suck and kiss all over your neck as he pounds into you. “Just like that, darling.” “That’s right, darling. Cum on me.”

Jax [ 8/10 ] will usually always talk to you. He loves hearing you moan for him. The two of you go for multiple rounds all the time. Jax can’t help himself when he’s with you. You look far too good for Jax to pass up the opportunities. He’ll definitely pound into you to the point you’ll start running. He’ll hold your hips in place as he pounds into you from behind. “What’s the matter? You can’t take it?” “I’m about to cum. You look too damn good.”

Nightwolf [ 4/10 ] probably won’t talk you through it. He’s more so a moaner. A very loud one. You ride him too good that he’s the one in a mess. Something about you taking control of him is something he loves so much. He tries to help you when you’re on top but honestly he’s in too much pleasure to do anything. Make no mistake that Nightwolf will try to hold himself from releasing so you can release before him. (It never works lmao.) “I’m almost there.” “Oh my love, I am not worthy of you.”

Kabal [ 10/10 ] is always talking to you. Always. He thinks it’s so hot when you fall apart by the hands of him. His stamina is good. Maybe too good. He could go at least five rounds if you let him. He’ll make sure that you get there. If Kabal is not ready to cum, he forces you to hold it for however long he needs. He thinks it’s hotter when you two cum together. There have been times when you couldn’t hold it and you had to cum on him and oh god does that turn him on even more. “Hold it just a little longer baby.” “Just like that, baby. Cum all over me. I can take it.”

MORTAL KOMBAT X

Takeda Takahashi [ 10/10 ] will 100% talk you through it every time. Without question. He thinks it’s so hot when you’re about to cum. While him cumming is an added bonus, Takeda is almost never worried about cumming and is always focused on you. Takeda is also always willing to try new things with you to get you to cum. Oh, don’t announce you’re about to cum though. You’re gonna drive the man crazy. “Come on, baby. Get it all over me. You look so good.” “Damn, I’m about to cum just by looking at you. You’re so pretty.”

Tanya [ 8/10 ] will talk you through it and is a pretty loud moaner. Sometimes you have to talk Tanya through it and others she talks you through it. Tanya thinks you’re so pretty when you fall apart underneath her. Nothing is more attractive to her than her having all the power over you. She’ll also overstimulate you if she’s really in a mood. “Aw, does my lover wish to cum?” “Lover, you look so good like this.”

MORTAL KOMBAT 9 CHARACTERS

Cyrax [ 8/10 ] will usually talk you through it. He’s a heavy moaner and sometimes is caught up in his own pleasure. Especially when either you ride him or he’s fucking you from behind. Damn, does he love to see your ass recoil with every thrust. When you announce you’re cumming, Cyrax will definitely feel motivated to get you there. Nothing turns him on more than him pleasing his woman. Nothing else matters to him more. Seeing you fall apart is something he loves to see. “You’re so beautiful.” “You feel so good. I don’t want to ever stop.”

A/N : this was long. If I didn’t do anyone that you wanted that means either I don’t like them, I don’t exactly care for them, or I don’t know how to write them to the best of my ability. And one thing about me is if I know I can’t write a character good-I will almost never try because what’s the point.

[sluttyten]

J.Crew

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twenty-Six: Gangbang w/ Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, & Jaemin

Word Count: 11,401

**Sixsome, double-penetration, anal sex, blowjobs, overstimulation, sub-space (kinda), aftercare

Making choices was never your forte. If you had to choose between two options, it was a struggle. 

Chocolate or vanilla soft serve ice cream? You would take a swirl. 

Dinner or a movie? Both. 

Cats or dogs? Definitely get one of each, or maybe a fox, which is kind of in between. 

Team Edward or Team Jacob? You didn’t understand why she couldn’t just have both. 

Settling on one option was just simply not something you were skilled at. And when you were faced with multiple love opportunities, that came with a whole new manner of stress over decision-making. 

Being the sister of an NCT member meant that choosing a bias in your brother’s group was nearly impossible. The number of choices was simply overwhelming, and even after meeting them a few times, you’d narrowed down your choices for a favorite, but you couldn’t simply choose just one.

However, a few of them chose you as their favorite. Your brother begrudgingly admitted to you once on a phone call that Jungwoo was rather interested in you. 

“He thinks you’re cute, and asks me about you all the time.” Your brother says, “Can you maybe just not flirt with the guys I work with?”

But you like Jungwoo. Maybe you flirted with him the last time you were around your brother and a few of his group members, but that’s just because Jungwoo was flirty too. 

Well actually, to be fair, you had also flirted with about half of the members. They all liked you, you couldn’t seem to make it feel like a problem, though your brother treated it like one. It was just one guy with a crush. There was hardly even a chance anything could ever come of it. 

Until about a week later. 

“Literally what did you do last time I saw you” is the annoyed text you receive from your brother one afternoon. “Johnny was just asking me about you, like when you’re gonna be around again.”

You won’t tell him about all the flirting, you just tell him that you can’t help it if his members like hanging out with you more than they like him. 

And it only gets worse from there. Each time you talk to your brother, either via message or video call or voice call, he mentions that at least one member has been talking about you. Occasionally a member pops in on the call to say hello. 

It’s only actually somewhat of a problem, this inability of yours to choose a favorite, when your birthday rolls around. A wealthy friend of yours decides that you need to have an extravagant birthday party, and she books a private room at a popular club, loads the place with alcohol, and makes a list of exclusive VIPs allowed to attend your party. Your brother and every member of his group are invited, though you don’t actually expect all of them to show up, or any of them. But several of them do show up. 

Your brother arrives first. Shortly after him, Jeno and Jaemin arrive together. 

You’re reminded of Jeno’s attendance at fashion week in the way that he carries himself. They’re both dressed nicely. 

Jaemin’s hair is a little messy, dyed back to black for now, matching his slim black button down and floral dress pants. Jeno’s hair is styled a little more, kept a warm shade of brown, and he’s wearing a deep orange velvet top that’s halfway unbuttoned, some dark pants, shiny shoes. 

You find it difficult to pull your gaze away from Jeno’s exposed chest and collarbones, difficult as well to not focus on Jaemin’s bright smile. Jaemin slides his arm around your waist while he talks to you, Jeno stands on Jaemin’s other side, facing you, looking at you like he could eat you up. 

This dress you’re wearing for your birthday party tonight is certainly much more revealing than anything they’ve ever seen you in before. It’s a black dress, the sides are entirely cut out, the front and back held together just by crisscrossing laces. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but there are no panties and no bra on under this dress, everything is held in place simply by how tightly this dress is bound to your body. 

You’re still talking with both Jeno and Jaemin when more of your brother’s group members arrive. 

Johnny, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo arrive together, pulling every eye in the club to them. 

Jaehyun looks the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Straight-legged black slacks, a tight black turtleneck sweater, his hair is black and slicked back with just a few strands hanging loose. He moves through the crowd like it’s water just parting around him, making way for him. 

Johnny’s dressed in a shiny dark blue suit jacket over matching pants and a plain white tshirt. His dark silvery hair fall attractively to either side of his forehead with just a small section of it falling down in front of his eyes, though he brushes that away so he can better see you as their trio approaches you, flashing you a charming grin and a wink. 

Your gaze last falls on Jungwoo as he stands in front of you. A semi-transparent black flowy top doesn’t do a whole lot to conceal the defined outline of his abs beneath, and the tight black leather pants he wears don’t leave a lot to the imagination either—there’s a bulge in the front, the shape of his ass in the back. And the way he’s looking at you, his gaze sweeping over you just as hungrily as yours has just passed over him, it feels like he has plans for the evening to make this birthday one for you to remember. 

A few of the others show up too, but your choice has been made in terms of favorites. Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, and Jaemin reign up there at the top of your list, and it’s clear to you as the night goes on that you’re something of a favorite of theirs too. 

While the other members that arrive move around, mingling and drinking and dancing, flirting with other people in the club, those five stick pretty closely with you. 

It’s difficult to be around them without just staring at them, particularly when you’ve had a few drinks in you. They’re all so handsome and stylish, looking like they’ve just walked out of a fashion catalogue. 

Your brother disappeared at some point in the night, probably sick and tired of watching his group members fawning over you, but you’re glad he vanished (not that you don’t love your brother; you would gladly spend your birthday with him if it wasn’t in a club, if you weren’t hoping to get laid tonight, probably by one of the guys that he works with). He would so hate to witness what occurs throughout the rest of the night. 

The first one to actually make a move is Jungwoo. 

He finds you by the bathrooms as you’re squeezing out past the line that extends from the women’s restroom. His hand is gentle and warm on your lower back as he draws you in to whisper something in his ear. You’re tucked against his chest, a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to hear him better even though he’s speaking loudly and his lips brush your ear with every word. 

You don’t entirely know what he says, only that he was telling you that you looked pretty, and he was really enjoying seeing you tonight. With his cologne intoxicating you, his heat surrounding you, and his lips against your ear, your heart flutters and you turn your head to brush a quick kiss against his lips. 

Jungwoo eagerly kisses you again, right there in that hallway, in front of a line of people. There are a few hoots and whistles, a couple cat-calls. 

You grab his hand and pull him away from there, dragging him out to the dance floor, losing yourselves somewhere in the middle as you pull Jungwoo back against you, kissing him again. 

There’s no telling how long you make out with him out there in the crowd, your heart singing because yes! You’ve finally made your impossible choice, choosing Jungwoo tonight. 

But after a while he communicates to you that he’s gonna go fetch some drinks for the two of you. You start to follow him through the crowd, his fingers loosely twisted with yours, but when you run into Jaehyun near the edge of the crowd, Jungwoo’s fingers slip away. 

“Do you want a drink, Jaehyun?” Jungwoo asks, still edging away towards the bar. “I’ll be right back!” And he leaves you there with Jaehyun. 

He looks down at you, all dark eyes and dark hair, dark wardrobe and looking very sexy in the whole ensemble. Shit, maybe you’re not so settled in your choice, because as you stand here burning under Jaehyun’s gaze, you realize that you would also very much like to be on your knees for him. 

You’re a little drunk. That’s your excuse when you press yourself against Jaehyun, your fingers light against his jaw as you draw him down to kiss you too. Jaehyun smiles as he kisses you, his hand resting lightly at your elbow. Your other hand dips down over the front of his turtleneck sweater. You can feel his abs under your fingers, hidden under the tight material. 

Jaehyun’s still kissing you and you’re still feeling him up over his clothes when Jungwoo returns with drinks for the three of you. 

It’s only because Jungwoo grabs Jaehyun’s hand and pulls it away from your arm that either of you even notice him. Drinks forgotten, Jungwoo just looks pissed off, and he turns and walks away after looking at the two of you with your dazed and innocent expressions. 

You return up to the private room after that, Jaehyun trailing behind you as you search for Jungwoo to apologize to. He’s sitting beside Jeno and Jaemin, tossing back the drinks that he’d purchased, ignoring how the two of them have their heads bowed together while they talk. 

“I’ll talk to him,” Jaehyun explains as he steps around you. “I think I know what to say.”

You let him go make excuses or apologies or whatever to the other man, and you steer yourself over to the table piled with drinks and snacks and cake and gifts for you. You grab a drink, grab a snack, hide yourself in a corner near the table to inhale both of them. You take another drink when the first is empty, and you’ve just downed that one too when you notice someone watching you. 

Johnny’s standing a few feet away, holding a slice of cake. 

“You okay?” He asks. “Maybe take a minute between drinks.”

But you grab another from the edge of the table, and you’re about to throw that one back too, when Johnny is suddenly right there in front of you, his hand around your wrist. 

“Slow down.” He takes the drink away, sitting it back down on the edge of the table. He briefly kisses your hand before he lays it back down on your lap. “It’s your birthday, why do you suddenly look so upset?”

Do you look upset? You just feel confused and worried. You don’t want Jungwoo to be upset with you because you do actually like him, but you’re confused because you like Jungwoo and you like Jaehyun, kissing them both was fantastic, but you also like Jeno and Jaemin. And Johnny. Having him right here in front of you, you want to kiss him too, but when you move forward to do just that, he lays a hand on your shoulder, holding you back. 

“You’re definitely drunk. Aren’t you?” He teases, lightly pressing at your shoulder so you sit back fully in the chair. “You just said all of that out loud.”

Oh. 

You frown a little. 

“Those are some complicated feelings you’ve got in there.” Johnny smiles kindly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to tap a finger against the side of your head. “But you don’t have to make a choice tonight. We all like you too, but it’s not like anything has to happen right now. Just, maybe, eat a piece of cake. Sober up a little. Okay?”

His voice takes on a tender tone, his hand dropping back down to squeeze your shoulder carefully. 

You accept the piece of cake that Johnny hands you, and if he thinks it’s weird that you eat it without utensils, just pinching off bites of the cake with your fingertips, Johnny doesn’t say anything. He just crouches there in front of you and watches you, laughing a little as you get a smudge of the frosting on your cheek. 

Johnny leaves you only momentarily to get a napkin, a bottle of water, and something else for you to eat. When he returns, he sits on the floor in front of you, and there’s something about having him there with his hair tousled and his expression soft and a little sleepy, that you think you fall a little in love with. 

The snacks and the water definitely help, and after a while you’re feeling a bit better. You still want to kiss Johnny, but to be fair, any time you’ve been around him sober you've wanted to do that too. 

Johnny helps you back over to the table where the other four are sitting. 

You feel like a little bit of a mess, still pretty tipsy and you’re pretty sure you have cake crumbs on the front of your dress. It’s not fair since they all still look so handsome and put together. Jungwoo doesn’t seem so pissed off now as he and Jaehyun are talking together. Jeno and Jaemin watch as Johnny helps you to sit down, sliding in right behind you. 

You rest your head on your arms. “I think the night’s about over. I’ve had enough to drink, made a mistake or two.” You turn your head to look at Jungwoo. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m just… confused and indecisive.”

“We can tell,” Jaemin says. “The way you’ve kept all of us hanging around you tonight, held on by strings of hinted promises.” 

You pout at him. “I’m sorry. I like all of you. I just,” you sigh heavily, “I am terrible at making choices! Ask anyone! And the five of you are putting a very big choice on me, like what the fuck? It’s my birthday, I don’t want to have to choose. And I can’t choose anyway. You’re all hot, all nice, all just, like, fucking perfect.” 

You think of the show The Bachelorette, and you feel like you’re in that same situation. Only this is less about entertainment and more about causing you internal strife. 

Johnny laughs softly, draping his arms over your shoulders. “I told you that you don’t have to choose tonight.”

You shouldn’t have to choose at all, that’s what you really mean. You shouldn’t be facing a choice. To be faced with five incredible men who all want to be with you at the same time, that’s an impossible choice for anyone. And before tonight you thought you were just trying to choose a bias in your brother’s group, not necessarily a guy to share your bed with. 

But they’re all looking at you right now. 

“I think I should leave.” You stand up, doing your best to climb over Johnny to get out from the booth, but you stumble, and end up plopping yourself right down in his lap instead. His hands securely wrap around you, and you can feel his hands against your bare skin at your sides. Feeling startlingly sober all of a sudden, you stand up, brushing his hands away, actually freeing yourself from the booth now.

You spin around and look back at all of them. They’re still watching you, all five pairs of eyes on you alone.

“I can’t choose. That’s my answer. Also, I can’t actually sleep with any of you, my brother would kill me and any of you for that if he found out.”

“Then we just don’t let him find out,” Jaehyun says, and he leans forward, his elbows on the table. “But don’t pretend like you don’t want us just because your brother might not like it.”

Still, you’re going to leave. You can’t just walk out of this club toting along an idol, and not expect the news to spread everywhere and definitely get back to your brother. When you tell them as much, they all exchange looks. They know how true that is. Dating rumors start with a lot less evidence than having a club full of witnesses seeing you leaving together.

Jeno speaks up then. “Why don’t we all help you home? You can’t leave alone, it’s not safe this late at night. We can get you home safely, and if we go all together, then it won’t look weird.”

“Besides, I drove tonight.” Johnny stands up, and he’s towering over you, holding his hand out to you. “So I can get you, the boys, and all of your presents home safely, sweetheart.”

The party wraps up very quickly after that. You make a quick pass around the private room to thank the people in the room for coming, to show your wealthy friend that you really, truly appreciate her throwing this party for you. The guys take care of transporting the presents down to Johnny’s car, and then Jeno and Jaemin wait for you to walk you down to Johnny’s waiting car. 

There are only five seats in the car, which isn’t exactly safe since there are six of you, but you fit just fine on Jaemin’s lap (with a seatbelt!), and Johnny’s a good driver. As soon as you’re all loaded into the car, he makes sure to let you know that he laid off the drinks a few hours ago so he’d be fine to drive, and you trust him. 

That’s something you realize as soon as the car is in motion. You trust all five of these men. They’ve never done anything to show themselves untrustworthy. Your brother has only ever had great things to say about all of them. You trust them.

You don’t feel even remotely drunk anymore as Johnny drives through the streets, following Jaehyun’s phone’s GPS directions to the hotel you’re staying at for the weekend. It probably helps a little that Jaemin has got a finger slipped beneath one of the laces at the side of your dress, and the electric feeling beneath your skin of him actually touching you–a deeply intentional touch, too–has you feeling wired and awake.

Jeno’s touching you too from his spot in the middle of the backseat. His hand rests on your knee where it’s draped over Jaemin’s leg. Each bump in the road has you moving in Jaemin’s lap, and you would have to be entirely ignorant to miss the swell against your ass, to miss the soft sounds Jaemin tries to swallow down when Johnny hits a speed bump going a little too fast or when he takes a curve and you somewhat unintentionally grind down on Jaemin’s erection.

Jungwoo sits oblivious on the other side of the backseat, but Jeno is fully attuned to what’s happening between you and Jeno. His hand strokes up from your knee, fingers dancing up your inner thigh towards the edge of your dress. Your pussy heats at the thought of him just throwing all caution to the wind and slipping his hand up under your dress, discovering that you’re wearing nothing that even resembles panties, giving him clear access to touch you.

But he and Jaemin both keep their hands mildly respectful. Just the touches on your leg, and Jaemin’s fingers tugging and dipping beneath the laces at your sides. 

When Johnny finally pulls into the parking garage of the hotel, backing cleanly into a spot, you reluctantly pull yourself off of Jaemin’s lap. 

He’s the last to climb out of the vehicle, the first to lift a few of the gift bag birthday presents, holding them in front of him as you lead the way to the elevator that will carry the six of you and all of your presents up to the floor your room is on. 

It’s really helpful to have all of them, because there are quite a lot of presents. It would have been impossible for you to carry them all by yourself, or it would have taken several trips up and down the elevator, but with all six of you, it takes only one trip. 

They all file into your hotel room when you open the door. All of the presents are deposited beneath the window at the far end of the suite. And as they dawdle, as you notice Jaemin trying to keep his hands folded in front of his crotch, you make up your mind at last. Your choice is made.

You’re not going to choose one of them.

As Johnny starts to lead the way back to the door, sighing a little before saying that they should get going, you step in front of him. You lay a hand on his chest, stopping him.

You’re going to choose all five.

“What if you stayed?” You say, looking first at Johnny, and then at the others behind him. “All of you. You can, like, take turns or… something.” 

Jaemin makes a choked noise. Johnny looks down at your hand on his chest, trailing his gaze along your arm, up to your face. He cocks an eyebrow at you, tilting his head a bit to the side as well. 

“Are you asking for, what, a gangbang?” 

You shrug. “If that’s what you want to call it. But I want all of you, I know that. You’re all here. Jaemin’s been ready to fuck me since I sat on his lap in the car. We might as well.”

“And what about your brother?” Jaehyun says. He moves over to sit down at the foot of the bed. “Thought you were worried about what he would think.”

“He doesn’t have to know about any of this.” You pull your hand away from Johnny’s chest, looking behind him. Jungwoo’s staring right at you, looking like he’s swallowed his tongue. Jeno’s looking at Jaemin already, grinning like this was somehow their plan all along, and Jaemin looks like he’s ready to just strip down and be with you. 

“Good enough for me,” Jaehyun says, and he toes off his shoes, leaning back on his hands there at the edge of the bed. “I’m in.”

You smile, walking away from Johnny to carefully climb up into Jaehyun’s lap. You pick back up right where you left off earlier before Jungwoo had interrupted. Jaehyun kisses you smoothly, his hands sliding around to your ass. 

“Alright then,” you hear Johnny say. There’s a soft jingling thud, like something hitting the surface of the desk the hotel provides. “If anyone doesn’t want to participate, there’s the keys. Go wait in the car.” 

A moment later, there’s Johnny, fitting right up behind you. He reaches around, fingers gentle against your throat as he tips them up beneath your chin, stealing your lips from Jaehyun. Johnny leans around, turning your mouth to meet his. Jaehyun finds satisfaction with just kissing your throat in the meantime. 

No one takes the keys from the desk. You’re still kissing Johnny when you feel the weight on the bed shifting again, and then Jungwoo’s voice asking, “How are we going to do this with all five of us?”

“Carefully,” Jaehyun answers, sliding his hands up under the edge of your dress, over your hips. “We’ll take turns.”

You moan, breaking the kiss with Johnny to look around at all five of the guys. “I want each of your to fuck me. That’s my birthday wish tonight. Even if it’s too much for me, I want you to keep going.” You don’t know how you’ll handle taking five cocks, but you want to do it all before the night is over. 

Beside the bed, Jeno and Jaemin are already stripping their nice clothes off, and while Jaehyun returns to kissing your neck, you watch the other two men pulling their clothes off, revealing skin. You admire Jeno’s defined abs, the V of his hips being revealed as he drops his pants, and his cock swings down against his thigh. Jaemin has an equally dramatic reveal, losing the fitted black button down to reveal an impressive set of abs, and he makes direct eye contact with you as he slides his thumbs beneath the waistband of his fancy pants, pushing them down to show off his bold erection.

Jaehyun only protests slightly when you slip backwards off his lap, moving away from the three eldest men over to the two naked men waiting for you. 

You kiss Jaemin first, his hands rising to cup your cheeks and pull you into him. Jaemin kisses you slowly, sensually, like he wants to remember this first kiss and savor it. 

Jeno can hardly wait for his turn, already sliding his hands over you, one along your belly and the other over your lower back. He all but pulls you away from Jaemin, kissing you even while Jaemin’s fingers are still lingering on your cheeks. Jeno’s the opposite of Jaemin: kissing you impatiently, hungrily, prying a moan from you as he sucks at your tongue, as he slips his tongue into your mouth too. 

You’re so caught up in their kisses, that you barely even register the sounds of the other men stripping behind you. Belt buckles hit the floor, clothes rustle, someone moans as they get a hand around their cock. Jeno kisses away from your mouth, along your jaw, down your throat. His hands on your belly and lower back move down as well until he’s touching your thigh, and much like you’d wanted just a short while ago in the car, Jeno touches you.

His fingers sneak up beneath the edge of your dress even as his lips leave your skin entirely, and Jeno sinks down to his knees. 

“Can I kiss you down here?” He asks, fingering the edge of your dress. “Do you want it?”

Fuck, yes, you want it. You nod eagerly, pressing your fingers against the back of his head as Jeno lifts the bottom of your dress, pushing it up over your hips to reveal to all of the men in the room that you’re entirely bare beneath. No panties. Not even a single hair remains on your pussy, courtesy of an amazing waxer. Your pussy lips are perfectly smooth and soft when Jeno scoots forward just a little more to give you a kiss.

His first kiss lands over your clit, a small gasp leaving your mouth, but it’s nothing compared to a moment later when Jeno really tilts his head for the angle, and this time he kisses your pussy as he would kiss your lips. His tongue traces along your slit, dipping inside for a taste, and Jeno making out with your pussy is possibly one of the most incredible things you’ve experienced tonight. 

Jaemin and Jungwoo both move to claim your lips at the same time. Jungwoo wins by a millisecond, capturing your lips, his bare chest bumping against your arm. Jaemin starts to complain, but he gives up when Jaehyun beckons him over to join him and Johnny on the bed, all three of them begin touching themselves to the sight of you getting eaten out by Jeno.

Jeno takes your leg, dragging your thigh up over his shoulder, giving him more space to fit in, creating a better angle. And it helps. His lips close around your clit, sucking gently in a way that has you gasping and breaking away from Jungwoo. 

You loop an arm around Jungwoo’s shoulders so he’s supporting most of your weight as you roll your hips down against Jeno’s face. 

Jungwoo watches you closely, his lips curling in delight as your face contorts with pleasure. One of his hands drifts across the front of your dress, rising up to your tits, finding your nipples pressing out hard against the fabric. His hands are big enough that Jungwoo manages to run his thumb delicately around one nipple while his middle finger reaches the other nipple to do the same. 

You arch your chest into his gentle stimulation, rolling your hips constantly down against Jeno’s warm tongue and sweet lips. 

It’s when Jeno’s fingers join his tongue that you lose control. 

His fingers slide through your slick arousal, gathering it up as he presses first one and then two fingers inside you. He moves quickly, thrusting them inside you rapidly while flicking his tongue over your clit. 

Your body feels like static when you cum, your pussy dripping down Jeno’s chin and cheeks, your body collapsing back into Jungwoo’s arms. Your legs are just noodles when Jeno pulls out from beneath you, wiping and licking at his lips and chin, his smile glistening in the lamplight as he stands. 

“Thanks,” he says, leaning in to kiss you with your cum still on his lips. 

“Stop hoarding her for yourself,” Jaehyun says from the bed. 

Jeno backs away, grinning as he looks over at the others. You and Jungwoo look over too, finding Jaemin with his fingers tight around the base of his cock, Johnny rubbing at his chest while neglecting his erection, and Jaehyun’s fisting his cock with only the pink tip peeking out from between his fingers. 

“God, I made the right choice,” you moan, stepping away from Jungwoo to climb onto the bed. You chose all of them, but now you don’t know where to actually start. You’re ready to get fucked, but who do you take first?

Jungwoo makes that choice, climbing onto the bed right behind you, he fits his body right behind yours. You can feel his cock against your thigh as he grinds against you, as his chest presses along your back, his arms coming down on either side of you. Jungwoo’s lips brush your shoulder, and softly he asks, “Can I watch you ride me, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Jungwoo,” you sigh. His lips travel from your shoulder along your neck, and you turn your head to give him better access. His hands slide around your body, pulling you upright against him as he straightens up into a kneeling position. You’re feeling breathless as he sucks at a sensitive spot. “Just, uh, untie the bows at the sides to get this off.”

“No, I wanna fuck you with it on.” Jungwoo slides his hands up the front, rucking it up on his way to touch your tits again. “I wanna see you come undone in your sexy little dress.”

One of the others murmurs their agreement, though you can’t see who it is. All there is right now is Jungwoo and his hands and his lips and his bare erection grinding against your ass now. He’s probably going to ruin this dress, you can already imagine the mess of sweat and pre-cum and cumstains that are going to be left on this fabric before the night is over. Maybe a good dry-cleaning will fix it, but somehow you doubt it. 

You write off the loss in your head. If this all goes accordingly, ruining this dress will be worth it. 

“I’m, uh, on birth control,” you announce to the room. You glance sideways at the other four. Johnny’s propped up against the headboard of this King size bed. Jaemin and Jeno sit at the foot of the bed, watching. Jaehyun sits more towards the middle of the bed, the closest of them to you and Jungwoo. His eyes are on your lips as you say, “So, are you all clean or does someone need to quickly go find some condoms?” 

You don’t know how active any of them are in their sex lives, or how careful they are. You don’t know how often they get tested. All you know is that all five of them confirm to you right then that they’re clean, nothing to be transmitted if you take all five of their cocks raw.

 Perfect. 

Raw sex is your favorite. You’re a little bit of a cumslut, not that you’re going to start this off by telling them all that, but maybe they’ll figure it out. 

Once Jungwoo is on his back beneath you, his hands at your hips tugging you down to straddle his lap, you feel excitement and nervousness flooding through you in equal parts. This is a big undertaking, this orgy you’ve signed yourself up for. 

Jungwoo’s cock stands tall and hard as you line yourself up, his cock nudging against your pussy beneath your dress. His hands flutter, resting briefly on your hips, running down your thighs, briefly flying up to touch your tits, back down to your ass. He’s restless and eager, hips twitching off the mattress as you tease your wet pussy in light circles at the tip of his cock. 

“Please,” Jungwoo moans, “Just take me in.”

You smile, dipping your hips, and at last sinking his tip into your warmth. You and Jungwoo moan in unison, and when you press both of your hands to his chest, your fingernails digging a little against his toned pecs, you drop your hips back, sliding his cock the rest of the way in. You settle down, fully seated on him. 

You take a moment, adjusting to the full feeling of holding Jungwoo inside you, how he’s hitting so well just like this. A spark of heat is already lighting up in your belly. And when you begin to move a second later, using your hands on his chest and your knees pressed into the bed as leverage, you know this is going to be fucking amazing. 

It’s like you press ‘start’.

Jaehyun moves to lie down adjacent to you, looking up at you as he runs his hand over his cock. 

Jaemin rearranges too, moving higher up the bed to get a better look, kneeling there as he jerks off. 

Jungwoo just lies back, looking up at you as you ride his cock. His fluttering hands still flutter restlessly, tugging at the laces along the sides of your dress as you rock your hips. The tight lacing begins to loosen, the material sliding a bit, and when his hands come up to your chest next, it doesn’t take much to have the top of your dress slipping to the side, exposing your breast for the first time tonight. 

He fits his fingertips beneath the loose fabric on the other side of your chest as well, and he flicks his fingers over your sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them, teasing as he lifts his hips up to meet your rocking hips. 

You whine, moving your hips a little faster. It’s made even better when he uses the rest of his hand to cup and squeeze your tits, pressing them together beneath the cover of your dress. 

Jungwoo starts to sit up, his lips parting and his tongue held out in a way you know he means to suck at your nipples. It’ll feel amazing, you know, but you’re not trying to cum again so early in this fun. 

You press down at his shoulders, forcing Jungwoo back down flat. 

You just moan, needy, rocking your hips down on his cock with a little desperation. Jungwoo, now denied your tit in his mouth, moves on from there by trailing his hands down your sides to your ass. 

He flips the skirt of your dress up, exposing your ass to all of the others, and he squeezes your cheeks in his hands, massaging and parting them so the other four can see clearly your asshole and beneath that his cock disappearing into your pussy. 

You lean over him, falling forward a bit from your sitting position on him. 

Jaehyun moans, and a sideways glance at him shows he’s stopped touching himself for the moment. His cock is blushing brightly, tip glossy with precum. 

Maybe you’ll take him next. 

But for now, Jaemin moves again too. He moves from just kneeling to standing on the bed, his cock level with your mouth as he strikes himself. You watch a clear bead of precum spear from his slit, and you can’t help yourself. 

Jaemin doesn’t make a sound as you lean in, tracing your tongue beneath the tip of his cock, scooping up that bead of nectar gently. He just watches in delight as you look up at him, as you open your mouth and kiss his tip. 

You hold Jaemin’s gaze as you take him in deeper, as you start rocking your hips again on Jungwoo, rocking bobbing your head on Jaemin’s length. 

But maybe you’re not as coordinated now because Jungwoo takes over. His hands on your ass hold tighter, moving you on his cock as he also thrusts off the bed into you. 

You take Jaemin in deep, swallowing around him, and you can hear how loud and wet it sound as you gag a little around him when he begins to slowly fuck your throat. 

Both Jaemin and Jungwoo take over control and you feel like a pretty little sexdoll between them. 

Jungwoo’s hands return to your chest, pushing the fabric off the dress in over your tits so they’re both exposed for him to play with as he fucks your tight, warm pussy. 

All you can do is whine and moan around Jaemin’s cock when Jungwoo sits up and at last gets his mouth on your tits. 

You don’t understand his fascination with them, but clearly it’s something of a fetish or a kink for him, because it’s only a moment later that he’s pounding up into you, gasping and grunting your name against your tits as he rushes into his orgasm. 

Your mouth falls away from Jaemin, gasping and moaning as Jungwoo cums inside you. 

Jungwoo is still thrusting, and as you sit up on him again, your whole body is rocking with the movements. He empties his load deep inside you, pressing his cock in fully to the base as he settles, pulling you down on him when his hips come to rest down on the bed again. 

He looks fulfilled, his eyes hazy a little as you look down at his face. You don’t expect Jungwoo to have the strength to do much else, but he surprises you a second later by flipping you over beneath him. Your hair spreads out across the pillow, the mattress now under your back as Jungwoo holds himself above you. 

He just dips in to kiss you. A deep, thorough kiss that leaves you breathless when he ends it, pulling away from you entirely. 

You look down the length of your body, finding that your dress looks fucked up, twisted around your body, flipped up to expose your pussy and abdomen. You have your legs bent up, knees in the air, and between the V shape of your thighs, you watch Jaehyun flip over onto his belly and crawl the short distance up the bed towards you. 

His hands slide over your ass, up your thighs, back down to brush his thumbs along your pussy. “My turn?” He asks as he lifts himself up, leaving a kiss against one of your knees. 

You hum softly, nodding, moving a hand down to meet his where it curves around your outer thigh. 

Jaehyun doesn’t waste any more time than he must. He situated himself between your legs, and an instant later, he’s pressing in. 

Your legs drape over his thighs, ankles knocking a little against his ass as Jaehyun spreads his legs open to slide even farther inside you.

Jaehyun is a man on a mission to cum. 

He goes hard from the start, coordinated thrusts, certain rolls of his hips. He knows what he wants, and that’s to cum inside you. Jaehyun folds himself over you, his lips trail along your jaw, hands grasping at the front of your dress, at your sensitive tits that are constantly at threat of spilling out from beneath the dress. 

When he kisses you, you feel like bursting. Jaehyun pours passion into the kiss, renewed energy into the way he’s fucking you. Half-formed whimpers leak from between your lips, and Jaehyun kisses them away as he presses you in half, folding your knees toward your chest. 

Your dress is fully twisted now. One tit exposed. One of the laces on the sides is coming undone, you can feel the loose strings of the bow tickling over your hip with each of Jaehyun’s thrusts. 

You barely even register that Jaemin is still kneeling at your side, struggling not to cum untouched to the sight of you gasping and moaning, tossing your head back against the pillow with a loud moan as Jaehyun hits just right inside you, as he keeps hitting that spot. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Jaehyun moans. His hips snap forward, cock gliding over that spot of absolute perfection inside you. He lowers his lips to your cheek, murmuring your name before he repeats, “Cum for me.”

You obey. 

Your head tips back against the pillow, chest arching off the bed as your orgasm powerfully rips through you. Your fingers twist against the sheets, against Jaehyun’s arms, finally diving against the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and you drag it up, hiding your face beneath it as you let out a loud moan when Jaehyun shifts the angle so he’s driving his cock only against the bundle of nerves inside you, shooting your pleasure level off the charts. 

You’re not even coming down from your high yet when you feel a pair of lips on your chest, sucking at your exposed titty, tongue tracing around your nipple. 

Jaehyun’s still fucking into you, breathy groans fall from his lips as he snaps his hips forward, the pace growing uneven and tighter as he approaches his orgasm, and the way that your pussy clenches around him and the way you roll your hips down to meet his thrusts carries him quickly there. 

The lips on your tit don’t back away even as Jaehyun presses over top of you again, pinning the head of whichever boy is on your tit between Jaehyun’s chest and yours. You feel a moan rather than hear it, the sound vibrating against your breast. Jaehyun however is seemingly ignorant of the other man. He pushes the pillow away from your face, and his lips crash against yours; he kisses you as he floods your pussy, grinding into you slowly to make sure he gets it all out inside you, not wanting to waste a drop. 

It’s only when Jaehyun eventually backs away, pulling out of you and leaving your body feeling simultaneously empty and cold, that you look down and recognize Jaemin’s head of black hair at your breast. 

He slides a hand down, dipping fingers between your thighs, sliding one finger inside your sticky pussy. 

He lifts his head from your tit. His hair is messy, ruffled up on one side. There’s a crease on his cheek from the laces of your dress. His lips are glossy with saliva. You pull him down into a kiss, moaning softly as Jaemin just fingers you. 

“I can feel the hyungs,” he murmurs to you. “Can feel their cum. Do you like it messy, huh? Is that why you wanted us all bare?”

Once Jaemin has two fingers inside you, you can feel his fingers curling, moving like he’s trying to scoop up the cum of the older two men. You look over, searching across the bed. 

Jungwoo’s nowhere to be seen, but Jaehyun’s sitting beside Johnny now, the two of them whispering to each other. Jeno’s moved a bit closer from the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Jaemin’s fingers and your pussy. When he catches you watching, Jeno bites his lip, his cock twitches untouched in his lap. 

“Jaemin,” you moan, pressing your hand to his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

You’re looking at Jeno as you say it, and you watch the way it affects him. His cock gives another twitch of interest. His hand drifts to offer some relief to his cock. 

Jaemin, to his credit, doesn’t hesitate to do exactly what you’ve asked. 

His fingers come out of you creamy with the others’ cum, sticky and slick against your skin as he moves your leg. “I’m gonna make a mess of your pussy,” he vows, and then he’s pushing his cock into you. 

You can already feel how he’s made an effort to make you a mess. He’s managed to scoop a decent amount of Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s cum towards your entrance, so as he thrusts in, you can feel the oozy lubricant of their cum. 

Jaemin’s been worked up for so long that you don’t imagine he’s going to last too long. He’d been so hard in the car just from you bouncing a bit too much in his lap, and after the aborted blowjob, all of the touching himself to watching you with the others, you’re sure Jaemin’s ready to burst. 

He fucks you hard and fast, each thrust accompanied by a gross (yet also disgustingly sexy) wet sound of the others’ cum being forced out and fucked back in. You can feel it dripping out of you, as well as being worked up by his cock, pushed back in. 

You pull Jaemin down to kiss you, and this time there’s no one to steal you away from him. This time you linger in the kiss, sharing moans and gasps of pleasure with him, your bodies moving together as you each work each other into a frenzy, clinging to each other.

When Jaemin cums, adding to the mess, he doesn’t pull away for a little while, just continuing to kiss you and lazily, slowly press his cock into you. Even his slow movements work for you, and Jaemin Carrie’s you into another orgasm, his name falling in a stuttering gasp from your lips. 

He smiles, pulling back just enough from kissing you to be able to watch your face as you go through it. And when you’re finished, heart still racing in your chest, he leans in to kiss you again softly. 

Now, when Jaemin’s gone, you truly feel empty and cold, a little bit lost in this big bed without one of the men there with you. 

It takes a moment before you find the strength to move, sitting up (cringing as you feel the messiness of the cum between your legs), and you look over at the other two. 

Johnny laughs when he looks at your face. “Don’t pout, baby. Jeno and I will get to you. Don’t you need a break or something?”

You shake your head.

“God, does your brother know you’re such a slut?” Johnny teases. “He always makes you sound like you’re a perfect angel, the perfect child for your parents that does absolutely no wrong, would never step a toe out of line or step into something as inappropriate as letting five of his friends make you a cumdump like a cock-hungry whore.”

You don’t know what Johnny’s exact intentions are with his words, but if he means to turn you on by degrading you, it’s working. 

“You’re such a slut, baby,” Johnny lifts himself up, moving around Jaehyun, so he can get closer to you. “Your little cunt is already dripping with cum, but you’re begging for more? Do you think you can take Jeno and I?”

“What, like, at the same time?” You ask.

Johnny pauses, staring you in the eye. It feels like it should be intimidating, but you just find it incredibly hot. 

“Do you want us at the same time?” He asks, and this time his voice is a little softer, genuine curiosity. “Can you actually handle having us at the same time? You want Jeno in your cunny while I take your pretty ass? I’d be glad to do that, baby. The whole time you were riding Jungwoo I was watching your pretty little hole, wondering if you’ve ever had it played with before. But you’re not that dirty are you, baby? You’re probably not daring enough to have let someone play with your ass.”

“I have!” You insist, feeling suddenly small in front of Johnny, degraded and subjugated by him. But you like it. 

You can tell that’s the answer he’s been waiting for. 

Suddenly you’re on your back again, Johnny leaning over you. He’s so big, blocking out your view of the ceiling, his hand spanning your entire thigh as he parts your legs. 

“No, wait,” you whine, embarrassed as he brushes his finger over the tight hole, smearing it with the cum leaking from your pussy. “I—I’m not prepped. I haven’t, you know, made sure it’s properly and totally clean.”

That in itself feels humiliating to admit. The five hottest men you know are trying to have sex with you, and here you are, telling them that you might have a dirty ass. Your face is hot with embarrassment, but Johnny just smiles and leans in. 

“I don’t mind,” Johnny tells you, kissing your cheek delicately. And then in a quiet voice, so soft that the others can’t hear it, he says, “But if you’re really worried about it, I won’t. Seriously though, I don’t care if it’s not totally clean.”

That sends a fluttering heat into your chest and belly. 

You’ve done anal before. It was strange at first, but good. Really good. And you know with what Johnny’s working with and his skill set, he’ll make sure it feels fantastic for you. You want it, but even with his reassurance, you’re still nervous about what he’ll find. But you nod. 

“Okay, go ahead.”

Johnny kisses you on the mouth, and it’s like you forget everyone else in the room. He absorbs your awareness so that all you can think about is his tongue dipping against yours, the heat of his skin where it makes contact with yours, and the lubricated press of his fingertip against your asshole. 

You zone out, admittedly, just sucked into a space where you can only think about Johnny’s lips on your skin, his tongue on your clit, the gentle touch and soothing way that he stretches your ass open for him. Your cheeks feel hot, tears in your eyes, but it’s not from pain and not from embarrassment even, it’s just all overwhelming and catching up with you, but you don’t want any of it to stop. 

And then Jeno’s there. He takes your hand, holding it, gently stroking his thumb across your knuckles as he brushes your hair with his other hand. He murmurs softly to you, though the words pass in one ear and out the other. But it helps. 

You cum on Johnny's tongue, riding the fingers he has buried in your ass. 

You don’t find out, don’t know and don’t care anymore either, whether you were clean down there or if Johnny found anything embarrassing as he fingered you open. All you know is it feels good when he finally sits up, his fingers still buried inside you. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

You nod at him from where your head is tucked against Jeno’s shoulder. “I’m good. Ready for you.”

Johnny smirks, and he slaps his free hand down against the side of your ass. “Then you’d better sit your pretty pussy down on Jeno, baby.”

You think you’d rather have Johnny inside you first, but he seems to know what he’s doing, so you listen to him. You roll over, sliding over Jeno, who just smiles gently up at you, hands diving into your hair to pull you down to kiss him. 

You feel Johnny’s hands on you, moving you and Jeno into position, holding Jeno’s cock just right as Johnny pushes your hips down. You slide right down, your pussy loose and wet with all the cum, you moan into the kiss, whining a little louder when Johnny smacks your ass and then slides his fingers right back inside your asshole. 

It feels so much more now that you have Jeno in your pussy while Johnny does this. Everything feels tighter and more intense, but Johnny keeps going, working on loosening you up even more for him. You’re moaning endlessly into Jeno’s mouth bouncing on his cock with each of Johnny’s rough thrusts of his fingers. 

You feel like you’re falling apart (in the best way) when Johnny finally pulls his fingers out and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance instead. But he doesn’t push in. He waits.

Jeno moans in frustration when you break the kiss, when you stop moving on his cock, but when you look back over your shoulder at Johnny (your gaze sweeping briefly over the other three, Jungwoo now returned from wherever he went) he’s smirking at you, the look ever-present. 

He looks at you and you look at him. 

“Well?” He says. “Aren’t you gonna ask nicely?”

“Johnny,” you moan. 

He rocks his hips forward, gliding his cockhead right over your entrance, moving you as well on Jeno’s cock. “Ask nicely for it, baby. Tell me how badly you want my big cock in your tight little ass. Tell me that you want Jeno to cum in your pussy like all the others while I claim your ass for mine alone.”

That does it. 

“Fuck,” you moan, dropping your head so your forehead bumps against Jeno’s chin. “Johnny, fuck, please. Please just—“

You don’t even get the rest of the words out. He presses in, smooth and slow, stealing the breath right from your lungs. 

Jeno goes still. His hands coming up to rest on your hips beside Johnny’s, both of them just holding you as Johnny presses in. It still feels very different, unusual. It’s been quite a while since you did anal, and back then you only did it a couple times with an ex who certainly hadn’t been as gentle or careful as Johnny was being. So unusual, in the way that having anything pushing into a place where things normally aren’t pushing into will be. 

When Johnny bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust. Jeno’s hand runs up and down your back, he places kisses along your chin and jaw, the corner of your lips. You just breathe, doing your best to relax, to change the discomfort into something that feels good, but you know that change is only going to come once Johnny starts moving. 

You move first, experimentally rocking your hips back. Once and then again, and then softly you whine, “Move. One of you.”

Johnny does. With his hands on your hips, he takes over, thrusting into you, moving you on Jeno as well. 

The mattress shifts as one of the others comes closer, but your eyes are closed, you don’t see who it is that takes hold of your chin, turning your face to the side. You feel the brush of lips, and then his mouth is gone but his fingertips stay at your chin. 

“Can you open up, baby?”

Jaehyun. 

You open your mouth, open your eyes, looking up at him with his burning gaze full of lust. You’ve wanted to suck his cock all night, though you didn’t imagine it would be in this situation. But you won’t turn it down, you’re pleased to get to be stuffed completely full with cocks. 

And that’s exactly what happens. 

Jaehyun takes your mouth, his hand curling against the back of your head as he begins thrusting into your mouth, somehow coordinating his movements perfectly with Jeno and Johnny’s. 

There’s never a single instant that you don’t have a cock buried inside you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. That discomfort fades away, replaced by pleasure and bliss as you slip back into that space of no thoughts, just lust, just taking what they give you like the cumslut cockwhore that Johnny had called you a short while before. 

Jeno cums inside you first. You feel the burst of heat in your belly as he loses his control, filling you with cum for the fourth time tonight, and he licks and sucks at your throat and chest, his moans vibrating through you as he loses himself. 

He doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t get the chance either. He’s still hard inside you, your pussy pulsing around him with each deep thrust of Johnny in your ass, and when you cum from this constant stimulation on all sides, Jeno cums with you, his teeth at your collarbone.

That’s the last of your energy, expended in that orgasm. 

It’s only Johnny’s hands on your hips, Jeno’s hands at your shoulders, and Jaehyun’s hands in your hair that keep you from collapsing. 

It’s Jaehyun’s cock alone that prevents every room in this hotel from hearing you moaning as Johnny ducks your ass now. He doesn’t hold back, intent on chasing his own orgasm with brutal, deep thrusts that you can feel in your belly. 

This is what you wanted tonight. It’s exactly what you were hoping for when you made that decision to have all of them in you tonight. You wanted this overwhelmed exhaustion, the feeling of being their sexdoll by the end, being a cum-covered and cock-drunk mess. 

When Jaehyun pulls out of your mouth, his cock spraying cum across your cheek, you know that’s exactly how you probably look. Covered in saliva, dripping cum. 

Now you collapse down against Jeno’s chest, your sticky cheek smushed against his chest, bouncing back on Johnny’s cock as he finally hits his climax. 

You reach back, taking his hand, holding tightly as he cums in your ass. You want to lock your ankles behind his legs, hold him there inside you so you don’t have to feel empty again, but you don’t have the strength to do that. 

You don’t have the strength to do much of anything except moan and whine as Johnny pulls out, as Jeno gently rolls you off of him onto your back beside him. 

You can only moan in delight though when none of the three of them move away, when Jaemin and Jungwoo move closer again. 

They’re all hard, even Johnny and Jaehyun who have just cum. 

They’re calling you a cumslut, but all you can do to react is to smile, to open your mouth and hold out your tongue. 

Jungwoo takes your mouth, straddling your head as he crushes pillows with his knees so he can sink his cock into your mouth. 

The others just jerk off over you. Someone’s got their hand between your legs, rubbing your clit until you’re weakly cumming again. There’s cocks on your tits, rubbing over your belly, someone’s glides over your throat. 

You can’t keep track of them anymore, sinking down into the warm place of pleasure where everything is just so good and blurry. You feel one of them slip his cock back inside your pussy, dipping down into your ass after a moment, another cumshot. Someone cums across your tits, another across your belly, Jungwoo cums halfway down your throat, pulling out to let the rest coat your lips and chin. Someone wraps your hands around his cock, and you can feel his cum shoot over your chest, dripping down between your fingers over your forearms. 

The last one cums over your abdomen, cum dripping down over your clit to your pussy to join the mess leaking out of you. 

You slump, absolutely exhausted, into the pillows. You turn your head to the side with a sigh, your eyes shut, and you could pass out right now. You still might. 

But then you hear Johnny, like the leader of your fuckfest, say, “We should clean her up. Baby, can you hear me?” His voice sounds distant when he says your name, and then he taps your cheek with his fingers. “Are you okay?”

You moan softly, mumbling that you’re okay, though you’re not sure that the words make it all the way out. 

You feel arms beneath you, scooping you up off the bed. You’re cradled against a chest, probably Johnny’s, as he walks you away from the bed. 

It’s Johnny and Jaemin who strip you in the bathroom, peeling the ruin of your birthday dress off of you. It was almost entirely unlaced by this point, barely even on you. They’d all cum on skin instead of the dress, but that didn’t matter, it had cum and sweat on it regardless. It falls to the floor. 

The two of them get you into the shower, Jaemin supporting you and whispering quiet words into your ear as Johnny gets the warm water running, as he helps wipe you down, rinsing away the cum and sweat. 

Jeno joins after a few minutes, slipping in to steal some of the shower’s spray, taking his turn to support you while Jaemin rinses off. But Johnny is the one who takes the most care with you. He’s the one who sinks to his knees to clean up your pussy and your ass, who scrubs your skin clean. It’s Johnny who dismisses the younger two, telling them to go help Jaehyun and Jungwoo with changing the bedsheets. 

Johnny finishes with shampooing your hair. 

You don’t want to get out. You like this. This tenderness after all of that. The warmth of the water and his bare skin against all of your bare skin, the way that he wraps his arms around you and holds you there under the shower spray, letting you cling to him. 

Johnny wraps you in a soft towel when the shower is over, he holds your hand as he leads you back out into the hotel room. 

There’s a mound of sheets on the floor, stripped from the bed. It’s taking all four of the others to put new sheets on the bed, and you don’t even want to know what excuse was given to the front desk for why you needed an entirely new set of sheets, or what comments the poor laundry staff is going to have when they launder the cum-stiff sheets. 

But once the bed is resheeted, you climb back in. 

It’s late. Very late by this point. You’re absolutely exhausted, and all you want to do is fall asleep, to cuddle and be cuddled. 

But all five of the men are once more back in their clothes, looking like untouchable, insanely attractive magazine models as they stand outside the bed. 

“Are you not staying?” You ask as you look at each of them. Jungwoo is the only one that holds your gaze, and you’re reminded of his eyes earlier tonight, when you first saw him at the party.  “Just gonna gangbang me and leave me?”

A few of them crack smiles at that. 

“I don’t think we’re all gonna fit,” Jaehyun says. 

That doesn’t matter, not really. (But it does, you just don’t want to believe it). 

Jaehyun’s the first to come around the bed, leaning in to kiss you. “I had fun tonight. From start to finish. Happy birthday.” 

It sounds like a goodbye, and when Jaehyun pulls away and walks straight for the door, you realize it is one. And Jaehyun can’t leave without Johnny. 

Johnny climbs in, leaving you a lingering kiss. “I didn’t take anything too far tonight, did I?”

You shake your head. “No, I liked it. All of it.”

He kisses you again, murmuring a goodnight, a happy birthday, a goodbye, and then he’s gone. He grabs his keys off the desk, and follows Jaehyun toward the door. 

When Jungwoo comes around to the side of the bed, you’re about to cry because are they all going to leave you in this big empty bed tonight? But he surprises you by slipping his pants off, pulling his shirt over his head, and sliding under the covers with you.

“I’ll stay,” he says, tucking an arm around you, drawing you into him.

“Jungwoo,” you sigh, pressing your cheek to his chest. 

“We have a schedule tomorrow. Or, later, I guess.” Jeno says, knocking his hand against Jaemin’s arm. “We have to get back to the form.”

Jaemin nods, his eyes lingering on you and Jungwoo as he starts to follow Jeno away from the bed. You wish he would stay. You wish they all would, but you’re happy that Jungwoo is staying. It feels right to have him here. You started the night with him, so it feels perfect that you’re ending it with him. 

The others call final goodbyes and goodnights and happy birthdays from the door. One of them shuts off the overhead  light for you, leaving only the bedside lamp and the bathroom light on. You watch from your spot resting on Jungwoo’s chest as they file out one after the other. Then the door shuts and it’s just you and Jungwoo. 

You sigh, closing your eyes, settling fully against Jungwoo. You can hear his heart beating solidly beneath your ear. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, so quietly that Jungwoo could ignore it. 

But he doesn’t. 

“For what?”

“You kissed me first tonight. We were having fun, just the two of us. And then I went and kissed Jaehyun and ruined everything.” You can’t lift your head from his chest, can’t dare to look him in the eye as you say, “It should’ve just been us tonight. I fucked up.”

“No,” Jungwoo lifts his head from the pillow, kissing the top of your head. “You didn’t fuck up. Yeah, I agree that kissing Jaehyun after you’d been kissing me and dancing with me was wrong, but I think it all worked out pretty well. That was fun and hot.”

You slowly lift your head, looking at Jungwoo’s face. He’s already looking at you, smiling. 

“Do you mean it? You’re not mad?” You ask. 

Jungwoo shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m actually allowed to be mad. I’ve known how indecisive you are. Your brother has told all of us that you can’t choose a favorite. I did briefly think earlier tonight, when you kissed me, that maybe you’d made a choice. But you’re not mine, I don’t own you or anything. It’s not something we talked about between our first kiss and the second or any of the kissing after that. I don’t have a right to be angry that you decided to kiss Jaehyun, it was upsetting in the moment, but I’m happy with the way that the night has gone. Like I said, it was hot.” 

You stare at him for a moment longer. And then, “Where did you go earlier? In the middle of all of that, I looked over and you were gone.”

“I needed some time to process,” he admits. “But I’m fine.”

I like you, the words threaten to spill out right then as you gaze into Jungwoo’s eyes. You do like him a lot. He was the first of the members that you really met and liked, he was the first you started flirting with and the first to flirt back. He was the first to become a subject in phone calls with your brother, the first to interject himself into calls as well. It’s always been Jungwoo that was first. 

But you don’t say any of that. 

“I’m really glad you stayed, Jungwoo.” You bury your face against his chest again. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

You still don’t know if you’re ready to make a choice, but as Jungwoo leans over to flick off the bedside lamp, dousing the room into darkness, you think you might be one step closer to narrowing down your choices to this man right here. 

Note/PSA: don’t do anal without lube, like they did here. This is a fic, it’s not a real example/accurate representation. You actually need lube, please, if you’re planning to have anal sex. 

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Oooooh I’m thinking about Cannibal Overlord Readers relationship with Vox in the AU

I think their relationship is far more aggressive than in the normal version. The disputes are more public, Vox definitely insults the reader publicly and tries to embarrass her, and whenever they’re forced to be in the same room and not allowed to fistfight, they’re hella passive aggressive with each other, throwing insults that can be argued as just “astute observations”.

Also just in general, what do the other Overlords think of the reader? I’m just thinking of Valentino trying to get Reader to become one of his workers and Alastor about to kill the moth himself lmao

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What do Overlords think of you? Cannibal Overlord! Reader x Alastor [cannibal chef! Reader Spin-Off]

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a/n: I LOVE THIS ASK PLS ILY FOR ASKING THIS MAKES ME WANT TO EXPERIMENT WITH READER'S RELATIONSHIP W OTHER PEEPS

Vox

He honestly thinks you're the fakest bitch in existence, and the person asking is right. They're far more aggressive at each other than in cannibal chef. With power at play here and everything, having control over more souls than the other is their main competition.

Cannibal Overlord embodying gluttony while Vox being greed. So, they will never get along ever. This man will attack every possible thing about you, from your clothes, fashion, things you like and your restaurant. It pisses you off when he talks badly about your restaurants, that you painstakingly managed to perfection. Your cute little devils did their best at providing the best service they could possibly give with their cute tiny little brains. You sometimes berate them for their mistakes however, they do their best to fix their mistakes every time. So, you couldn't bare when someone else other than you to scold them. They're dummies but they're your cute dummies.

The one thing that always, always ticks you off is when Vox brings in Alastor to your fights. Vox being a television/media demon and Alastor being the Radio Demon, it was inevitable that they'd cross paths one day. So, within your power you'd shelter Alastor when their little fights get too out of hand. This action of yours being broadcasted over the city, quoting your love over your demon servant. You'd laugh at him however, telling him your love story is much healthier than his and his moth's.

Valentino

He loves your food and style, let's be very clear. He was introduced to your restaurant when Vox couldn't shut up about you and your cheap ass restaurant. So, out of curiosity, he and Velvette snuck out and booked a private table by pulling a few strings. You, after hearing that the two Overlords had taken the time to dine in your establishment, gave them the best service you could offer--which is you serving their meals in their private room. You could say this was your attempt of buying them over from Vox and be on their good side just to tick off the box head.

Valentino and Velvette absolutely loved the attention they received from you and your staff. A quartet playing any of their preferred music, your most recommended menu items, and an expensive brand of alcohol. They of course couldn't help but rate the restaurant in real time as they're being served as chronically online as they were that they couldn't shut their mouths if they wanted to. This reaches the ears of Vox who immediately called them for betraying him, which they of course ignored to avoid being kicked out for being in contact with him at the moment they were in your turf.

After the meal, Alastor joins you in seeing the Overlords off in their limousine. The radio demon fumes as the moth takes your hand and licks up your arm. Which you gave him a fake smile before taking off your apron, wiping your arm and slapping it at him fiercely creating a red mark on the side of his face which he only licks with a sadistic smile and hands you his business card, asking if you were interested in making a film with him. Without a word, you hand it to Alastor who burns it with a smile of his own and politely asks them to leave before he did something about his rudeness.

Velvette

After her visit to your restaurant, she handed you her business card telling you that she was interested in making clothes for you, and that she'd be happy to give them to you as a gift for giving her so much inspiration during her stay. She was impressed with your mannerisms and how confident your held yourself while you wore your chef uniform. So, she thought you deserved to have clothes as an Overlord that showed off their power in a position such as yourself to be designed by her.

You didn't have any reason to refuse so you accepted it, under the request of it being done at your office than at their building. So, she completed the design after getting your sizes taken, you also requested to have a suit done for Alastor too, which she complied to and said she'd give you a matching one with his. After giving them to you, she asked for a selfie with you and your new clothes on to post on her social media account.

You became very good friends after that, you even shit talked about the boys when you had the chance to meet up.

(note: the suit with Alastor was your gift to him for your anniversary)

Rosie

YOU WERE DEFINITE BESTIES WITH ROSIE. Girl boss, Cannibal, great sense of humor, and gossip girlies. What's there to think about?

The both of you loved to share stories about your day to day, and even the latest gossip within the rings and who hooked up with who. You shared information on souls to deal with, or those to stay away from for a while. While you two enjoyed each other's company, you loved inviting Alastor to your get-togethers. He definitely was a girl's girl. He even joins in your gossips and shit talking on Susan.

Rosie feels happy for you when you lean against Alastor when you're together and how you eventually fall asleep when the three of you are together. She feels happy for you in the sense that you didn't have a great life when you were alive, you were cheated on and was left behind by your family, so when you found happiness with them her heart couldn't help but feel full.

"You're quite the lucky charm, Al. She doesn't fall asleep so easily, y'know?"

"? What do you mean? She's always fallen asleep so quickly since I met her."

"Oh really? That's surprising. It's not my place, but since how much she trusts you.. She's quite the insomniac, always working, dealing souls. Y'know overlord stuff. There was never a day where I wouldn't see or hear about her even in the dead of night. So, you're quite special for her to just fall asleep on."

"I see... I'll take that as a compliment."

Camilla Carmine & Zestial

They share the same opinion about you. You were well respected by them, being able to raise the ranks in such a short time was quite a feat when they see a figure as frail as yourself carry the weight of being an Overlord. However, when they saw your power, you undoubtedly deserved that title of yours.

That's to say you were also one of the overlords that were the easiest to talk to during and out of meetings. So, they're quite acquainted with you. They also don't mind your relationship with Alastor, since they also witnessed his prowess behind you.

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Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

[hopeluna-archived]

We lose brain cells when we are together....

Being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi

Characters: Shinso Hitoshi x reader (platonic)

Content: fluff, crack kinda?, little bit of Izuku Midoriya x reader, reader is a crackhead 'cause why not, also a kinda dark joke that my mom wouldn't appreciate, this is long and I have no regrets, this is so self indulgent💀

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Alright lets be honest here first. When you two first met, Hitoshi made some small talk but other than that didn't really wanna converse with you. The crack energy was too much for him. He kept his distance with you but no matter where he went, it was like the universe decided to torment him 'cause he always seemed to bump into you.

Time skip to a more run ins and you talking his ear off, there you were, two best friends. The dynamic between you is basically, You: Crackhead, Hitoshi: tired of the crackhead.

He'll act all grumpy when you drag him somewhere to hang out but don't mind him, he loves hanging out with you. Hitoshi also loves the fact that you don't see his quirk as "evil" as many people do.

If you are a cat person, he is in heaven. It will be a sacred ritual to go to a cat cafe once a week. If you cancel on the plans, well get ready to receive the silent treatment.

The sassiness between you two is high on this one. Its like you'll be minding your own buisness and he'll just randomly go "can you not? Your existence is giving me a headache". Of course he doesn't mean it <3

You two are attached at the hip a lot of the times. And with that comes speculations from people if you two might be a couple. When someone actually asks if you two are dating, Hitoshi would be like "pfft why would I date this ?" and you're there just like "bitch🤚 no cat cafe meetings for a month" and he'll crumble like "NOOOO" .

You are the only being in existence who is allowed to touch his hair. If you ever want to style it, he'll make a offended face but nevertheless let you do it and he'll keep it if you say and glare at anyone who makes a joke of it.

You constanly scolding him about his sleep schedule like yours isn't fucked up as well. Hitoshi will call you randomly at like 3 am to tell you a cat fact. Most of the times, his training with Aizawa stresses him out so you drag him to have a self care routine. God forbid you sneak a picture of him with a face mask and cucumbers on, he will bury you alive.

He acts like he hates it and will groan everytime you tell him stupid ass jokes. Though sometimes he laughs like that one time you went " 'Toshi, 'Toshi" "what?" "Whats the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant woman?" ".....what?" "......you can unscrew a lightbulb" and cue Hitoshi trying not to burst out cackling.

Friends don't judge each other, they judge other people together. This is a motto that you two go by. Ya'll be in a cafe or a park or just walking and you two would just judge other people together and roast them to hell. And Hitoshi acts all nonchalant but he is definitely interested when you come around and gossip about shit that just happened with other people.

The UA people didn't even know you existed until one day you decided to randomly pop up to embarrass Hitoshi. Its not that he avoided talking about you, its just that they never asked and he is a private person by nature so they just never knew about you.

Denki audibly, and dramatically, gasped when the usual stoic Shinso Hitoshi cracked a small smile on seeing you running at him full speed. The others were kinda surprised too when they saw how easily he conversed with you.

After that, your presence became more and more frequent around the group. One time Mineta tried to flirt with you disgustingly and after you quickly ignored him, Hitoshi dragged Mineta....somewhere. Nobody knew where Mineta was for two whole days, all while Hitoshi had a small smile on his face.

Hitoshi pretended to gag in disgust when one day you came to him rambling on about how lovely and adorable Midoriya is. He will however push you to talk to Izuku when the group is together 'cause he can see how much you like him.

So basically, being best friends with Shinso Hitoshi is definetely a whirlwind. He'll act all cool and stoic but with you its like his brain cells just die and you both radiate crackhead energy. And he'll always be there, supporting you, motivating you and being a shoulder to cry on.

And he will rarely say it but he is glad and feels lucky to have you as his friend.

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Simón and Ámbar are two very contradicting people and that's why they work so well. I'll elaborate:

Starting with Ámbar, she's someone who seems a lot, but isn't actually that much. With that I mean she seems very happy and in control and determined and like nothing ever gets to her, but as we get to know her, we start seeing she's actually incredibly lonely, comically indecisive when it comes to the simplest things, and has no real idea of who she is and where she belongs beyond striving to be number one at everything (because it's the only way she learned she can be loved.)

Ámbar, due to her childhood trauma with her motherly figure, is very independent, assertive, perfectionist and controlling. With these qualities, people usually go after romantic partners that they can 'control'-- that are subdued, sweet, gentle-- all the things their mothers weren't with them. The problem with that is that then these women can never relax (which is what they truly want deep down) because they are the ones who end up doing all the problem-solving in the relationship, the ones who always take the lead. Therefore, they should actually go after someone with more masculine energy instead.

We could say Ámbar did this by dating Matteo, but the problem is that Matteo was also too independent, perfectionist, and detached from the relationship, so neither of them really developed a deep emotional connection. (Which, let's be honest, neither of them was seeking, so it worked great for them.)

Then we have Simón, who at first glance would fit the 'feminine energy guy' thing perfectly-- He's sweet, gentle, easy-going, he puts other people first, etc.

BUT, turns out, Simón is the very embodiment of "Get yourself a guy who can do both." Because man does this guy can do both.

Simón might be a pacifist at heart, but he will not hesitate to fight for those he cares about, and he will call you out if you mistreat him because he has a very strong definition of what's right and what's wrong, and he will not allow people to purposefully behave badly. He might tend to go with the flow of what other people wanna do, but he is brave enough and independent enough to leave his country and fly across the globe with nothing more than a suitcase and a guitar.

He also has the drive to go after his dreams even when they seem impossible, and he declared his feelings for Luna the moment he realized he had them even when it could endanger their friendship-- He did not stay passive. Even in Season 3 when he was the most passive (aka staring at Ámbar from afar 24/7 but doing nothing about it) this inaction was not due to lack of confidence or drive (after all, he had the confidence to ask her to dance from the very beginning)-- It was because he knew Ámbar was not in the same place as he was. Ámbar at the beginning of Season 3 was having fun playing with Simón, even tried to manipulate him with the feelings he harbored for her more than once-- She was not in an honest place of "I want us to be together." Even later, when she was getting into that mindset, Simón kept his distance but he was clear about what he wanted if she wished to be with him. He had the assertiveness to say "I'm crazy about you, but I'm not gonna play into this if you don't put in some effort."

So what do we have? Someone who is empathetic and kind and chill enough for Ámbar to get that security and love she didn't receive as a child, but also someone who's strong enough, determined enough, and driven enough to allow herself to relax every now and then and let him take the lead of things. Our girl hit the jackpot and I am jealous every day.

By the way, let me just mention, for someone who by all accounts should have an Avoidant Attachment Style, Ámbar sure as hell lets Simón in a lot. This might be because the script needed it, but I wanted to point it out because it's very curious to me. (If you don't know what Avoidant Attachment Style is, you can click here to read about it.) I mean, she went from a superficial relationship with Matteo to basically crying in front of Simón every day-- That's huge! Sure, you could argue that she couldn't help it since she was completely destroyed inside, but even then, I think it speaks very highly of him that Ámbar considered him a safe space to vent to during those tough times. We got another example of that in Season 3 when she was upset after her phone call with Sharon and then Simón walked into the lockers and she hugged him, seeking comfort. It's like she can't stop herself from wanting him to 'catch her', if you know what I mean;) But of course, she didn't want to admit she was that 'weak', so she completely shut him out the next day (the infamous maracuyá juice scene, ugh, don't even remind me, it hurt.)

Anyways, I realize I focused too much on Ámbar's side of things in the relationship instead of what both get out of it, but I already wrote in a post once what Simón gets out of it, so I'll let that speak for itself.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I wrote this instead of writing Roads✌🏻

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Why Anita Driver should be Stopped - An Essay(ish) Post

Hi. So I don’t often do long posts like this, you probably know me as a fic writer and shitposter, but this situation has been irking me since I first read about it and so I only felt it right to explain why.

First off, I wanna say that I understand what she’s doing (I’m going to refer to Anita as she/her throughout this though I have no clue on the author’s actual gender identity). I think she’s very intelligent, using pastiche and parody to create content tailored towards a certain specific audience.

But as someone who knows their fandom history, and has moved in fanfiction circles for over 10 years, the attention one specific book I’m not going to refer to by title because I may throw up in my mouth a little, has received has me very worried for F1 RPF writers as a whole.

RPF has always been a main stay of fanfiction culture. Though there are many ‘antis’ who think it’s wrong and inappropriate to write about real people, RPF fandoms, think One Direction, BTS etc have always been some of the biggest out there.

And I’m sure you’ve seen as popular fan works such as the ‘After’ series by Anna Todd and ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ by E.L. James have transitioned from fan work into published original novels.

Because of this, fan works are booming. Fanfiction is less of a dirty little secret now, confined to locked sites and email chains, but is something that many people know about even if they don’t consume it themselves.

And so, enter Anita Driver. Capitalising on the BookTok trend of ‘spicy’ fiction (what I would call erotica), the author has taken it upon herself to self publish a novel in that similar style but using Daniel Ricciardo not just as inspiration, but as the main protagonist.

I get what she’s trying to do, I really do. I can see that it’s parody, it’s not meant to be taken seriously, but firstly it’s illegal and secondly it really puts fanfiction communities at risk.

Part One: Defamation

Legally, you can’t take someone else’s identity and profit off of it without their explicit consent to do so. There’s a reason Harry Styles became Hardin Scott, and Edward Cullen became Christian Grey. That’s someone else’s intellectual property, or their identity. You cannot legally make a profit out of that. The subject could quite easily build a lawsuit against the author, and the author would have no grounds for defence. There’s a reason AO3 do not allow you to share fundraising links or anything else similar to that, and it’s to protect themselves and the authors against possible lawsuits.

I’d also just like to add that there’s plenty of erotic F1 inspired books out there. I haven’t read them myself but I know that the ‘Dirty Air’ series draws inspiration from current drivers on the grid, but doesn’t explicitly mention anyone real by name! Every character is the intellectual property of the author, it is original fiction that can safely make a profit.

By using Daniel Ricciardo’s image and personality, Anita Driver is putting herself at risk, in this case, not for theft of intellectual property, but of defamation. I haven’t read the book, of course I haven’t read the book, but I can easily believe that the content within could be considered to be defamatory as it may damage public perceptions of him. Now I’m no expert on law, I took a semester of media law and that’s it, but people have definitely sued for less.

In U.K. law (which I’m going off because I know the most about it) “A statement is not defamatory unless its publication has caused or is likely to cause serious harm to the reputation of the claimant.” (x) It could easily be said that portraying Daniel in this way would cause damage to his reputation. We know his image isn’t squeaky clean, but having this book using his name could easily lead people to believe that he was in some way associated with its production. I don’t think anyone would like their public perception to be that they actively encourage and fund the production of erotica about them.

In a lawsuit, Amazon could also be held liable for this, as their website is the main distribution platform for the book, and Anita Driver is a pseudonym and and an unknown.

“It is a defence for the operator to show that it was not the operator who posted the statement on the website. The defence is defeated if the claimant shows that it was not possible for the claimant to identify the person who posted the statement.” (x) If Anita Driver remains anonymous, Amazon could easily be held liable in a court case. Because of this, it would be in their best interests to remove the book to avoid this. (I do not like Amazon, and while they would easily be able to fight the court case with their billions, it would be much easier for them to remove the book and avoid any possible cases.)

So honestly, it is easy to see why this book is a danger to the author. Now I’m not saying that Daniel would necessarily sue. I think he’d probably just laugh it off even if it does make him feel uncomfortable (which it probably does, it would me!) because he has more important things to do. But I honestly don’t know how F1 and Liberty Media might react to this, they would definitely be more likely considering Daniel’s Reputation in turn reflects their own.

Part Two: Danger to Fan Works

This leads me in nicely to part two, actually, because legal threats against fanfiction writers have been a real problem to various communities over the years. Anne Rice, creator of the ‘Interview with a Vampire’ series, had all works purged from the internet in the early 2000s, and threatened writers with legal action if they continued to post fanfiction.

Fanfiction has always been a niche. It’s a small part of the internet for those who want to put their blorbos in situations, or just to think about them fucking nasty. But fan works haven’t always been accepted. Many people still look down on fanfiction, particularly those feature OCs (original characters) or reader inserts.

Anita Driver’s book would be more at home on Wattpad than Kindle Unlimited. It is a fan work. It is written by fans, for fans, and should be kept to that specific audience (without paying for it of course, because as I said, it’s very illegal!)

A work of fanfiction being a book is nothing new, as I mentioned earlier, the ‘After’ series and ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ started out life as fanfiction. But when published, they were no longer fanfiction, they became original works of their own.

Putting fan works out in the open like that only threatens the F1 RPF community. It leaves us open, vulnerable, more so than normal. Sites like AO3 can only protect us to a certain extent, we can lock fics, sure, but that only stops those who don’t have an account from accessing our works.

If this one book is out there, who knows what may happen next. All it takes is for someone to say ‘I don’t want works featuring me published online and I will threaten a lawsuit’ and we’re back to email chains and password locked neocities webpages.

So it genuinely makes me worry.

And with the recent development of Dax Shepard sharing the book with Daniel himself, I feel that it’s all just too close. Fanfiction is never meant to be seen or read by its original subjects. Sure, they may actively seek it out if they want to, but unless they explicitly consent to it, they shouldn’t be seeing it. Daniel has had no say in the matter, it seems. It is being forced on him, which is going to look bad for the fanfiction community as a whole.

Part Three: Conclusion

Honestly, I don’t know whether I’m just being overly freaked out by this whole thing, I hope it just nicely blows over, the book disappears from people’s minds and we get to just keep our niche little side of the internet safe. But part of me is scared.

I’m scared for what may come, if the book is popular, will people try and emulate it? Will people start ripping fics from Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad to sell on Amazon to make a quick buck off the back of this? And will we have another Anne Rice type situation which kills the community completely?

I don’t know. And that’s what worries me. I hope that this whole thing blows over, that Daniel isn’t too freaked out, and that Anita Driver stops using ai image generators to make her book covers (Lance has waaay too many fingers on her most recent one. Caught you out babes x)

This is the end, for now. I suppose I’ll probably add to this if there are any more developments, and if anyone has anything to add (maybe some better law knowledge because mine is basic) please feel free!

Thanks for reading.

[scribeofred]

Writer tag game

I wasn’t tagged, but I saw the game via @coyote-nebula and want to play anyway!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

43 works

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

148,937

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Detroit: Become Human

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

tell the shades apart (my world is black and white)

Reflection

The 43rd Hour

Holding On

these dead roses bloom once more

5. do you respond to comments?

All of the comments with substance, yes!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Brushing aside works that contain canonical character death, probably a place where the water touches the sky, even though it’s an ambiguous ending.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don’t know if there’s one with an ending that’s more definitively happy than everything else, but bombshell has a very fun, flirty ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No outright hate, but I have received a handful of comments that basically amounted to “what you wrote in this story isn’t to my tastes and I'm going to tell you why you should've written what I wanted to read,” which. Y’know. Dldr 🙃

9. do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, though I’ve never publicly posted anything more explicit than a fade-to-black. Mostly I’ve written collaborative scenes with friends, either full-blown role-play style or more spur-of-the-moment snapshots than highly structured, fully fleshed out scenes. If I’m writing by myself, I tend to lean harder toward sensual and less toward outright E-rated PWP.

10. do you write crossovers?

Not in the strictest sense, although I’ve thrown ideas around with friends, absolutely. I’m more inclined to full-on AUs (e.g., the DBH characters in the Star Wars universe but not interacting with all of the canon SW characters). I tend to lose interest in projects too quickly to sustain crossovers or AUs of significant size.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Absolutely, it's actually my preferred way to write.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Starkiller/Juno was a formative one for me.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

The Skyrim rewrite. I have a solid 25,000-plus words hanging around, but they barely scratch the surface of the canon story, and I don’t play the game anymore, so. It languishes. I occasionally reread the Battle of Whiterun scene I wrote, though, because I do love it v much.

16. What are your writing strengths?

A tightly bound trinity of subtext, showing instead of telling, and descriptions. I always joke I never write text, I only write subtext. Learning how to tell sometimes instead of showing everything has been. a struggle. When I know the characters really well and can hear them clearly, my dialogue’s also excellent.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Follow-through’s the biggest one. I tend to get bored and thus uninspired fairly easily, so I usually need a strict externally imposed deadline or someone (like a coauthor) who’s otherwise waiting on my finishing a given piece for me to push through to the end. Plotting the final quarter of stories tends to give me a lot of trouble if I don’t come up with the ending right away. If I don’t know where I’m aiming, I wander aimlessly before almost inevitably moving on to another project. This is why most of my solo projects are relatively small.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Nuclear launch codes. No, seriously, it can work so, so, SO well, in VERY limited, bite-size pieces. Unless the work is intended for readers who are familiar with the languages being used, I prefer to see alternate languages used as flavor text only.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Star Wars? Self-insert territory ahoy 😂

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Am I allowed to say a WIP that most people haven’t seen? No? Probably thermal equilibria, chapter two specifically. The dialogue tickles me every time I reread it.

I tag @druidx, @wamblings, @ltcolonelcarter, @audreycritter, and anyone else who wants to play!

[solottrpgchronicles]

8. A Letter - The Lighthouse at the Edge of the Universe

Keeper: 2035

Date: Radius 11, year 120572

Temperature: 35℃

Weather: viciously stormy

Today, something unprecedented happened: I received a letter.

Of course I'm familiar with what letters are supposed to look like; I've observed people from different civilizations handling envelopes, messages in bottles, lyophilized parchment and even gaseous letters that can be read by inhalation after unsealing a special vase. I just had never received one personally.

The letter was in an old-style paper envelope I found stuck underneath the front door. It read as follows:

"Dear Keeper,

You probably have a different name now and can't remember me, but we used to be inseparable, many cycles ago.

If this letter finds you at the expected time, you might have started noticing the symptoms of a strange amnesia.

I've experienced those same symptoms before, and I wanted to share how you can start to remember again.

Find a mirror - hopefully you finally got around to fixing the one in the bathroom - and gaze into it every single day. Stare at your own reflection, directly into your eyes, and then shift your focus just behind your shoulders.

That's where you'll find your past memories, the past versions of yourself, ready to join you once you're able to see them clearly.

You might dismiss this as a prank, which is a perfectly reasonable reaction. I don't have definitive proof of what I'm saying, but... do you remember the space pirates? Can you recall anything specific?

It's important for you to recover you memories; even though you're content with your cozy life, with your mission of keeping the light shining at the Lighthouse, you should be allowed to make your own decisions.

Please, trust me; or rather, trust yourself. Don't let anything deprive you of your freedom.

-- Keeper 1010"

I finished reading as a feeling of unease spread through me; I pocketed the letter and took a brisk walk outside, half hoping I might spot the prankster, half knowing there was nobody else there.

Throughout the day I deliberately avoided the mirror, trying to convince myself this was indeed a prank.

And yet... I did have a few vague memories of the space pirates, but I couldn't place them. I had a feeling I met them in person more than once; I remember liking them, but I couldn't remember why.

I couldn't take the uncertainty anymore; I ended up marching into the bathroom and taking a good look at myself in the mirror, as instructed in the letter.

There was a tremulous, foggy silhouette just behind me, only visible through the mirror's reflection.

As I write, my mind is racing, seeking a logical explanation to all this. I don't know what to think, but I'm sure I won't get any sleep tonight.

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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called The Lighthouse at the Edge of the Universe, by lostwaysclub.

You can check it out on itch.io: https://lostwaysclub.itch.io/the-lighthouse-at-the-edge-of-the-universe

[fancyfeathers]

@istgtumlrifyoudothisonemoretime asked a question

Asgsdhagagfd ok so I haven't seen the movie too buttttt William's cape and style matches ghostface alot. I think it'd be funny of he was out murdering evil nobles like that. What's worse is seeing your abusive father being gutted to death and thinking youre next. Only to reveal after a long and frightening chase that its the man whose been courting you. Ok so alternatively in a horror movie I think 🩰 has amazing running ability and can put up a good chase. Louis and Albert's darlings would be more interested in playing detective. I think that Louis darling would have a more "beat him while he's chasing me" approach. Albert's Darling is just busy trying to solve the mystery

Okay I actually watched scream on the plane and while I am not a huge AU person, this fits so well in the modern AU

Like I could imagine that Louis’ and Albert’s darlings are college students, probably english and theater majors respectively, at the same school that William teaches at and William’s darling has a part time job working at a coffee shop near the campus, so the three of them becoming friends would not be difficult. I can imagine Louis’ and Albert’s darlings being roommates and visits William’s darling after her shift and like getting dinner together or spending the night at one of their places. Louis and his darling would probably meet when she needed to get something she left in William’s classroom and Albert’s darling and him would meet when he is having dinner with her family about a business deal since in a modern AU her family would be old money and business tycoons.

So I am imagining the three darlings getting together one night and talking about, and in another post for a modern AU, William’s darling ends up getting engaged to him after receiving quite a bit of help from him with her career and really felt like she could say no. So I am imaging the three of them talking about her engagement and then Albert’s darling gets a call from her mother and her friends think it’s nothing until they see how terrified she looks as she drops her phone as screaming comes from the other end of the line before the call is cut…

“Hey are you okay?”

“My… my parents were killed.”

The three of them are resolved to silence until Louis’ darling calls the police and after consoling their horrified friend, the police come and the three of them are questioned and soon the police leave and they are left alone again.

The next day, while Albert’s darling stays home with William’s darling, Louis’ darling attends her classes and then when she was going to go ask William for a copy of the notes for her friend, she notices something strange on his bag which practically blends in perfectly with the dark leather, dried blood.

She tells her her friends about what she saw and they try to shrug it off as nothing until William and his darling are at his and his brothers’ house and she is taking to Louis and spots the tiniest drop of blood under his shirt sleeve and when she asks him about it he hesitates before telling her it’s just from nicking himself with the kitchen knife when he made dinner, but then when she checks her phone to check a news update on a murder earlier that night. After that she excuses herself to the bathroom to text her friends about it and they tell her to leave right now, so when she leaves the bathroom she tries to tell William that she has to go cause she promised she would go on a run with her friends early in the morning and while she is grabbing her coat she didn’t even realize she left her phone right by William, allowing to see the notifications from her friends who are definitely onto them. He acts like nothing is wrong when he takes her out to his car to drive her home, that is until when he is just sitting there, not starting the car. Then when she goes to ask him what’s wrong, he just apologizes before he slams her head against the dashboard, knocking her out cold. Of course when she wakes up she is safe inside but of course she cannot leave and her phone is gone, but William will take care of her for the rest of her life.

Then when her friends notice her absence and begin looking into her disappearance and then one night on campus, the two darlings of Albert and Louis go snooping around William’s classroom at night, looking in her desk and office, and while they didn’t find a lot they did not find their missing friend’s phone, it’s broken though.

“Did anyone tell you it is rude to look through other people’s belongings?”

They almost screamed when they heard William’s voice coming from the classroom’s doorway.

“Oh we are so fucked.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hiya! Love your analyses and writing! I’m watching playthroughs of twst since it’s not available in my country, but reading through your analysis of the manga… do you think people like me would find more enjoyment in waiting for the manga to come out? I think you’ve said before (or someone else), that there’s more content regarding the house wardens backstories (or more nuance and portrayal of Riddle’s past). I can see lots of flaws in game (from the play though), but the way you showed us how much character is portrayed through the manga… I don’t know, maybe twst is better served through a different medium than the game?

Hahahah, I’m actually trying to write my own yuusona into getting isekaid into twst and I already know trying to adapt chapter 2 is going to take a lot of effort because it is by far my least favorite of all the chapters, that’s why I’m asking.

Thank you so much for your insight and I hope that you have a wonderful day!

[Referencing this post, this post, and this post!]

Hello, hello ^^ Thank you for enjoying my works~

I think each medium that Twisted Wonderland comes in has its own unique strengths and differences. I know that I’ve talked about how the manga excels at visual storytelling and conveying character without the same amount of dialogue as the game, but I wouldn’t necessarily say that the manga would provide more enjoyment than the game (though is it slightly more accessible) or that the manga is “better” than the game.

It’s true that we’re able to go into a little more detail about Riddle’s past, but I’d say it’s namely in new visual elements (like actually being able to see kid!Riddle, Chenya, and Trey, as well as a general idea of what Mama Rosehearts looks like; these are just silouhettes in the game). The manga does not provide any significant new information that the game lacks; the dialogue itself is largely the same. The manga is predominantly a lot of new visual information. I’d like to also add that the manga has the benefit of coming out after the game, so people already know what to anticipate from it, and thus are already primed to like or dislike the manga based on how well they received the same plot in the game.

There is a lot of content that the game has that the manga will not cover, such as event stories, vignettes, and homescreen lines, all of which serve to enhance the world and give more lore on each character. That alone is worth keeping up with the game’s content too!

Another thing to make note of is that the manga releases one chapter every other month (not counting for unforeseen or planned hiatuses and breaks), and we’ve only just started on Savanaclaw. With each subsequent episode getting longer and longer, it’s going to take literal years and years to catch up to TWST’s main story in the manga adaptation.

The manga also has a weird quirk where the protagonist seems to change every episode; if you get too invested in a certain Yuu, know that they won’t ever get a full character arc/they won’t be sticking with you until the final episode (Diasomnia). It’s not very good for those wanting a more consistent protagonist to follow.

I would say the manga also isn’t for people who prefer a medium that is more interactive or allows for more self-projection; the game is better for this, as though Yuu’s involvement is minimal, it does allow for players to imagine themselves doing basically whatever in the world of TWST. Of course, the game itself isn’t perfect and has its flaws. It’s definitely not a style of game for everyone.

Ultimately, whether you consume the game only, the manga only, or both… that’s up to you. You know yourself and your tastes the best, not me. I hope that you find my advice helpful and that you can make your own informed decision with it! ^^

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi hiiii

Allow me to help ease the boredom with some questions!

💎 If you could be in any of your fave's source media what would your power set be? I bet you'd be amazing no matter where!

💎 You receive a mystery gift package from someone! When you open it, you find an amazing evening gown with a set of jewelry just your style and exactly your fit. Beneath them is a note beside one single red rose. The note itself reads. "I adore you and would love to meet up with you tonight my dear. However, in order to do so, you must say my name as you read this note. Sincerely...." The note trails off, and you are left to guess who your mystery suitor is! Do you speak a name? If so, who? And do you use the outfit given to you as a clue for whom sent you the note?

💎 Okay okay that last one was like....three questions wrapped in one with a lot of set up, so let's tone it down again lol: Let's say you're up against a Big Bad, and it's just you vs them. What strategy do you implement to strike them down for good?

Thats all I got right now, but enjoy! Hope things don't stay boring for ya lol

Okay I'm sooooo excited to answer all these!

1. This one is difficult. There are so many good media. Let's go with...maybe I'd like to be a Saiyan. Especially with the ability to go super Saiyan! And the way that Saiyans grow in power with each fight and even experiencing defeat would make me stronger.

2. Ahhh this once has got to be Nanami Kento. His name would fall from my lips so damn fast. I would definitely wear the outfit. The man has good taste, so you know the beautiful gown and jewelery would be perfect! And I think that would most likely be a giveaway to whom it is!

3. Well this is tough. I am a quitter in a lot of ways, but I think in this instance, I would work so hard towards my goal. Powering through it with endurance and strength. Only to have the Big Bad change their mind and see the error of their ways in the end.

Thank you so much! I had fun answering these!