#it's hard for me to give an opinion on how pretty / attractive / hot someone is if I'm not familiar with them so I'm always like

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Vegetta is so handsome but if you line up every single one of his photos side by side he straight up looks like he could be 5 completely different dudes. How the frick does he look so different in every single photo

[sanzaibian]

April 7th

Hey journal !

This is going to be hard to write… but I’ve decided to write down my experiences in this little journal I just bought for like, $7 at the local thrift shop, so here I go.

So, I’m Jay Callaghan, a 25 year old student in STAPS, hoping to become a physiotherapist (hope when I read that in 10 years I won’t be embarrassed !), and I’m gay. Like, very gay, nothing in me for girls. But… let’s just say than in sports studies, being gay isn’t well seen. So I keep my hookups on the down low, and avoid talking about that part of myself to anybody else.

And to be honest, it really drives me mad. I’m always double-checking that I’m not too faggy for their eyes, I’m always fidgety when discussions shift towards recent “conquests”, and I feel like I just miss out on so many things. I mean, it has only been, like, a year and a half since I fully accepted that I’m gay ? But still, the impostor syndrome has never faded, and by now, I just want it to stop.

By the way, here’s a photo of what I look like :

Dare I say I look pretty hot ? Well, this just makes things worse, actually. Because then the guys are always like “Yeah, look at Jay, he must be pounding so much pussy” or something… I just want to scream to them that no ! I’m very much very pounded ! And that’s not to say there aren’t people drooling over me ! There are ! But they all hail from the wrong gender !

However, recently I heard about the brand new Conversion Powder by Eamora Co., some kind of drug made by that unknown pharmaceutical company. What’s special about this powder is that it advertises itself as actually being able to change sexuality, so to make someone straight. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wholly support LGBT rights and want for any kind of conversion to be willful – so, like, not conversion therapy. Plus, both the instructions manual and the few reviews I found said that the powder must be taken once a day for the effect to persist. So it’s not as if it was an effective conversion therapy. But… I feel like things would be so much easier if I was straight. I wouldn’t be in constant fear, I would feel included with the other guys, and I would just be normal for once.

So yeah. I just want to end this by giving out my opinions on men and women :

Men are so fucking hot, well-built muscles, with big juicy pecs and a great six-pack invites licking, the hose downstairs is the work of god, and I just want to rub myself against it, accept it in my mouth and in my ass. Women… are just women. I guess they do have pec-like stuff, but they’re just so stuffy, and big and all. Plus, they just aren’t interesting in terms of attractiveness ? Not to shit on them, but just not my thing.

Yeah, let’s see how well it ages. I’m taking the Conversion Powder right now.

The evening

Okay, so I think from now on I should write on the evenings, because this way I can recap the events of the day while they’re still fresh in my mind. Plus, when class starts again tomorrow, it’s going to be a pain to write in the mornings.

So let’s start with when I took the powder. As the instructions asked, I put it in a glass and mixed it with water, to drink. At first, nothing happened, but then I started getting a headache, and felt quite dizzy for a while. I don’t know how long, because I didn’t record myself, and I know that my sense of time probably got warped, but it did feel long. And then, it just cleared, like magic.

To be honest, it was very underwhelming. I thought that something would happen to signal if it worked or not, but I decided to still test out if it actually worked. So I opened straight porn, and there the magic occurred.

By instinct, I started by watching the guy, but honestly, he just felt boring at first. I tried to see how hot he was, because I could tell he was attractive indeed, but it just felt… wrong to think of him as attractive. Which was unsettling in its own right. But then came the woman, and let me just say that : she was heavenly. She had tanned skin that ran along her beautiful curves, skimpy black leather pants and bra that espoused her big hips and breasts, and long black hair flowing over her back, waving in such a tasteful manner ! My dick was immediately woken up in quite the surreal moment, and I couldn’t help my self.

I beat myself off furiously at her being railed.

And I don’t even feel bad about that. I even printed out one of her photos to remind myself of her… God, my dick is awake once again by once again seeing her !

After that, I must admit that I spent a lot of time gooning myself on all the stuff I missed out on when I didn’t like women. I even almost forgot to eat lunch !

The afternoon, I decided to go on a walk outside, to see if anything different happened, and honestly… once again, it was quite underwhelming. I really don’t know what I expected, taking this powder for me to be this underwhelmed ! It only advertised that it would turn people straight, and this is what it did ! On a technical sense. Because I may be, in fact, straight at the minute, but I don’t feel straight. I… don’t know how to articulate that, I think I’ll have a better answer to that question when I’ve spent more time on the powder.

So yeah, what I wanted to write is that, when I was walking in the neighborhood, I did have the same experiences as watching the porn : I felt it was weird to conceive of men as a subject of attraction, and I paid more attention to women, but nothing more, really.

Well, nothing much more to say, I guess ! I’ll continue taking it, because it doesn’t seem dangerous, and since I’m closeted it shouldn’t change much.

April 8th

This morning I took again a Conversion Powder, and although I did feel quite dizzy taking it, it was nowhere as much as last time. That does comfort me since if I do decide to stick with this, it won’t be that annoying after a while. I read up on how it works to see if these headaches are normal, but aside from the few internet theoreticians, I haven’t found anything tangible… Nobody really knows anything about it, plus Eamora Co. is basically a completely unknown entity, so I can’t really get to the bottom of this. I guess this here diary may be the current best source for how the Conversion Powder works ?

But the most important thing today was getting back to school. And honestly, there I found that the changes were more substantial. I don’t know if it’s because I have also been on it yesterday, but it felt much easier to get into the skin of the typical straight guy. I didn’t have to worry about seeming too gay, because I technically am not, meaning that the school experience was a lot more peaceful. I also felt more included during the locker room talks. It’s crazy, because when they started to talk about boobs, my dick just hardened ! They mocked me, of course, I felt quite ashamed, but a good kind of ashamed. Like I’m actually having a normal reaction !

God, here I am writing about that kind of stuff… Well, to whoever might read that (me included), I have a duty to present everything of note ! So you’re going to have to bear with the stuff I already know I’ll find cringey in a few months’ time.

So yeah. On that, I’ll go to sleep.

April 9th

Man, I want to cross out the whole section about the powder on the web I wrote yesterday. And also the “I’ll go to sleep”. I’m not talking to anyone !

But yeah, today, the Conversion Powder made the media rounds.

And the rounds it made, in barely a day ! We got LGBT associations speaking out for its immediate discontinuing, far-right think tanks asking for it to be included in all school and high school meals, and politicians scrambling to state their opinion. It kinda feels bad for me to be technically not aligned with the LGBT associations, since I’m taking it, but this was my choice. I’m deciding to become straight, and my current experiences point that it was a good one. I’m feeling more and more connected with my bros (yes ! I can actually call them that, now !), and everyone who I knew before taking the powder say that I’ve recently been in a better mood than usual.

However, I won’t tell others that I’ve been taking it. I was closeted, and I don’t want people to think that I’m self-hating or something… I guess I kinda was, but that’s not the point I was getting at. The point I’m getting at is that I don’t fit the new stereotype of Conversion Powder-takers that is forming, and I don’t want people to think I do.

Also, even if more attention has been shed on Eamora Co. and the powder, there still is no good answer to the questions I wrote down yesterday.

Better news, though : today when taking the Conversion Powder, I almost didn’t feel dizzy at all ! It’s almost as if my body has fully acclimated to the Conversion Powder. If it’s how it works, honestly. However… I feel like I don’t have anything much to say about that ? I know, I know, such an earth-shattering change occurred in me, and two days in I don’t have anything to say about it ? I guess reality do be like that…

April 10th

Yes, I didn’t write much cringey yesterday !

But yeah, nothing much happened today, as do Wednesdays usually do. Though I guess I must mention that on the bus there was a really hot woman, I couldn’t get my eyes out of her. After a while of me basically staring at her though, I noticed that she knew I was looking at her, so I looked elsewhere. I guess, now, I understand the straight male experience, since I indulged in the same kind of creepy behavior… that is something I’ll need to fix.

About Eamora Co., they put out a statement saying that their product is ethical, and does not constitute a danger for the LGBT community. Although I’m technically on their side, let me say I’m calling bullshit on that. Seeing how potent this powder is, it’s easy for bad actors to drug gay and bi people without their consent, and even though they can fight against this kind of drugging, this kind of practice could very well lead into them assuming they were actually straight all along.

Here you go, let me step out of my soapbox.

April 11th

Okay, so, you know, Abby… No, I guess you don’t know, checking back I didn’t talk about her at all in this diary.

So, Abby was (and still is) a good friend in my university. She doesn’t study the same stuff as I do, but we got to know each other in business management class. We hit it off quite well, even though I wouldn’t call her my best friend by any stretch (I had much closer friends back in high school), she went along well with my way of being.

But here comes the catch.

Now that I’m straight, I’ve noticed that she… is actually quite well-endowed. Plus, over the last few days I would even dare say that she’s actually… cute. I mean, look at her and dare not tell me that she’s not cute !

Okay, I do realize that no one is gonna answer me here… but still ! Diary ! Or anything ! Agree with me !

I think this means that I may be having my first straight crush… on who was basically my only true friend in this university… not the best look. But at least it proves that the powder converts both sexual and romantic attraction ! It’s a good observation to include in this diary.

So yeah… gonna see how it evolves…

April 13th

Oops, I forgot to write, yesterday !

So I just hung out more with the bros, it’s been so fun to just… chit-chat with them ! I feel like we have a real connection, like they get me, like I get them. That’s something I could never have had when I was gay, I was forced to just stay out of the loop with everyone. I’m glad I’ve decided to start going on the conversion powder, because now I can finally get to live a normal life ! … not to insult my former comrades, of course.

But with Abby… I must admit I’m not proud of myself, because I basically avoided her for the past few days… I’m getting so flustered when I’m with her, it’s really embarrassing, but now I fear she thinks I’m abandoning her… I’m also being so obvious ! Like, this morning Abby walked in front of me when I was hanging out with my bros, going to some kind of economy class, and I just blushed to hell ! The bros all clocked that I have a crush on her, and I fear she might too ! God, so embarrassing !

Tomorrow, since it’s Sunday, I don’t have class, so the bros asked me to go to the gym with them, and I’m 95% sure they’re gonna cook me alive for having that damn crush…

Help !

April 15th

I forgot to write yesterday again… I was so tired from the very intensive sesh that we had that I just went straight to dine and sleep, so give me a break, diary.

So, as I predicted… Saturday, the guys cooked me, and cooked me hard. They were like “why don’t you talk to her”, “you’ve seen her look”, “do the first move” and all, it was quite overwhelming while we were working out… But they were basically saying that I shouldn’t hesitate to ask her out, as even if it doesn’t work out there’s other girls to find…

God, this is the kind of advice that I would never have had if I was having a gay crush. Nobody would be there to be excited for me, they would all be uninterested to disgusted, and none could give me advice for how to do… because the only people who could would be the very kind I may want to woo !

So yeah. Out of my soapbox, today I talked to Abby… and I couldn’t do it. I chickened out, I didn’t ask her out… Like, I was just about to ! But then somebody let their coat drop, and Abby, kind soul she is, picked it up for them… and after that, my courage just disappeared, and I just brought up the topic of the Conversion Powder and the whole drama.

Yeah. About the Conversion Powder drama.

So, let’s just say that it got heated, and it became the controversy that everyone was talking about. I don’t know what my country will choose as a way forward, but some have already chosen to outlaw it… and the usual suspects have made it official “prescription” to “cure” gayness. I’m against both options, and although I think none will be taken by our government, they currently haven’t chosen a stance… I’ll keep a close eye on it, because I’d hate for my experiment to be cut short just because of them deciding for me…

April 16th

This time, I didn’t miss a day ! Yay !

So… I asked Abby out.

It was as if the stars aligned. Today she dressed in very hot clothes, and we had class together both before and after lunch. So I took the opportunity to ask her to meet with me at the park. But then, at the afternoon, it started raining… I was afraid that our meet-up would have to be canceled, but just before it was time to end the classes, the sky cleared up ! So we went to the park, and my favorite bench in front of the pond was free ! We sat together, and there, I asked her if she wanted to go out with me.

And she said yes !

God, it feels so good ! My first ever date, and not hookup !

I’m just buzzing with excitement, we’re gonna see each other this Saturday afternoon after class ! I’m already envisioning it : first we get together in a cafe, then we go to the park and visit its zoo at the same time ! It’s going to be perfect !

I’m so ready for it !

April 17th

So, I’ve told the bros the good news… and somehow, the conversation drifted on clothes, and we realized that I don’t really have any “date” clothes – or at least, not straight date clothes. They said that it wouldn’t go, and Terry and Joe took me this afternoon to the shops, as they said that, as “pussyhounds” they know what makes girls go apeshit. There, they encouraged me to buy a nice black dress shirt, dark blue jeans and a fancy belt, so now they’ve been added to my wardrobe. They also told me to prepare some cologne, a golden chain and a fancy watch, because they said that it’s the kind of details women always pay attention to, but I already have some of those, so I’m covered.

I guess I’m ready for my date ?

April 20th

Fuck, I forgot again twice to write in this diary. I guess I should only write in it when there’s something interesting happening, because I only seem to remember writing in it when something involving my newfound straightness happens…

So yeah. The date with Abby was magical. Never have I ever been more glad to have made the choice to become straight. When we met up, she was just fabulous. Dressed impeccably, in a way that, yes, made her boobs pop out wonderfully, but it also made her beautiful eyes twinkle, her luscious lips glow and her fluffy hair shine. And the way she walked, so agile, so dainty… Bro, there’s nothing that can capture how beautiful she is ! And she’s also so smart, and such good company ! We talked for hours, made cute poses in front of the animals, and even stayed together for dinner – although we went out to McDonald’s, not enough money nor organization to go to a fancier place.

Perfect ! Absolutely perfect !

This is the kind of experiences normal men have ! And they’re so much richer than anything these gay hookups ever gave me !

Taking the Conversion Powder was the best decision in my life !

May 4th

May the force be with you ! haha

It’s been two whole weeks since I last wrote in this diary, it was time for me to give you an update, diary.

The last two weeks have been hell, because it’s exam season. So between studying, working out and dates with Abby, I haven’t had time for anything ! Bro, even my dates were study dates ! But otherwise… Everything’s going swimmingly ! I’m pulling along with my bros, and my relationship with Abby is going wonderfully !

Really, I know I’m writing the same thing again and again, but ever since I became straight, everything has become better ! Like, I’m better as a straight guy than I would ever have been as a gay guy, I’m sure of that ! It’s… even becoming kinda weird to think of myself as ever being gay, honestly...

God, it’s so refreshing to be normal !

May 6th (the morning)

A bit of a weird update, this morning before my last exam, because… er… we had sex yesterday.

So here’s how it went. Yesterday, we had another study date, but this time at my place. It was boring, of course, but to get out of the boredom we decided to make some raunchy remarks in-between economics and anatomy. And it made us both quite horny… well, at least it made me quite horny, because my dick was just rock hard, ready to squirt by the end of the session… And then we continued the remarks, without interruption… I got closer to her, started touching her, she started touching me, and then the clothes started coming down…

And you kinda know how it goes, but for me it was special. Because I have a ton of sex experience, but none when it comes to shoving my dick in a hole. I did have quite a good time eating her pussy, wayyyyyy tastier tasty than dick mind you, and she did make me come by giving me a blowjob, but then came time to do the deed. I put my condom on, and then honestly… it was a blast. I came just naturally once I had my dick inside her pussy, I just thrusted, and thrusted and thrusted, a ton of times, as if I was plowing her. She was orgasming, I was orgasming, and when we finally came, we just laid there, cuddling, until we both began sleeping.

I’m writing that as she’s taking her shower, just after my Conversion Powder drink, so I won’t be able to write too much, but really… it was the best sex I ever had. Hands down. Really, it feels like straight sex has been designed to happen, unlike anal, blowjobs and all. God, I’m so glad to have taken the powder !

May 8th

Okay okay okay, BIG NEWS !

This afternoon, Abby and I went to a date in the park, and guess what – I mean, a diary isn’t gonna answer me, but yeah. Abby asked if I wanted to be her boyfriend !

It made me just so happy ! Like, finally for the first time ever I have an actual relationship ! I have a girlfriend !

I’ll announce it to everyone ! Well, I kinda already have, but I thought after that that I should write it down here. I’m becoming the model straight guy, and I couldn’t be more up for that !

May 19th

Everything is going for the best, a month and a half in ! (about)

I think I’m gonna stop writing in this book, because I think there’s nothing I can write in it that’s new ! I’m a normal straight guy with a steady relationship with my beautiful girlfriend, Abby, and I hope – and think – that we’re going endgame. Like she’s so beautiful and she goes along with me so well, you can’t understand !

I’m also bulking thanks to all the workout I get with the bros, here, look at that photo :

Oh yeah, I did decide to cut down my hair. It was so long, it was bothersome, and I already have Abby, so I don’t need to look attractive to anybody, just to her. Plus, it made me look faggy, even though I’m straight.

So yeah, you can guess I’m a living example of why the Conversion Powder is a good thing for people who want it ! I’m so happy, and I have found the love of my life ! It almost feels like it was meant for me to be straight !

So… goodbye, I guess ? Or to next time something worth writing about happens ?

June 1st

I thought I wouldn’t ever touch this diary again, but today I saw a ton of pictures on the internet saying happy Pride Month, and… it made me feel empty inside.

I remember last year when I went to local Pride, it made me feel so… not alone ? Like I was part of something bigger, of a community of people who suffer the same kind of things as I do. But when I see all those pictures, I just feel like it’s not talking to me. I don’t feel like I’m part of the LGBT community anymore, because I’m just a normal straight guy, and I guess it’s the first time I somewhat feel some regrets ?

Now, I looked at my local Pride, and apparently this year’s prominent topic is the Conversion Powder, trying to ban it, so even if I wanted to go in as an ally, I would be the embodiment of what they’re avoiding…

I dunno, I’m feeling very conflicted. And it’s not the kind of things I can really talk about with Abby, considering to her I was always a normal straight guy. So I guess I’ll write about it here when I feel like venting.

June 3rd

This whole Pride Month thing is really going to my head, I cannot help but think about it… I look away each time I see rainbows, I avoid LGBT news and I feel awkward each time I see someone being visibly LGBT…

But really, I think I’m being so obsessed by it that I’m triggering old memories of when I was gay, I almost caught myself checking out a guy… If I didn’t know I was on the Conversion Powder, I would have said I was living through a gay awakening…

June 5th

OKAY OKAY CODE RED IT’S CONFIRMED I’M SOMEHOW REGAINING MY ATTRACTION TO MEN !

It’s too much to only be Pride Month behind that. I’m actively being turned on by men… even though I’m taking the powder everyday… each time it happens I switch to a mental image of a woman, but it doesn’t seem to really do anything…. I’m straight, that’s for sure, but why is my body suddenly not wanting to respond correctly ?

Fuck, why am I writing this, it has to be a fluke, I’m sure… I must be quite horny, since Abby has been quite busy with her internship.

I’ll call her up, have some good straight sex like I should, and see if this fluke happens again tomorrow (hint : it won’t).

June 6th

It did.

If I could sigh on paper, I would. Trust me.

The sex was a bit forced, I’ll admit, but today when I went for a morning jog, I saw one of the most drop-dead gorgeous guy I had ever seen… He was quite muscular, but not too much, was tall, handsome, had great hair and a light dusting of body hair where it mattered. Plus, his pecs were quite prominent, it felt as if I could squeeze them and sleep on them, they were so juicy… Fuck, reading back I’m describing that guy like I used to describe guys when I was gay, even though I’m straight…

Tomorrow I’ll up the dose of Conversion Powder, I’ll see what will happen.

June 7th

Do NOT take more than one dose of Conversion Powder at once, learn from my experience.

When I took those two drinks, I had the worst headache I’ve ever had… and then I was hyper-horny for a good 6 to 8 hours, wanting to fuck women, fuck women and fuck women… I’m really happy I had nowhere to go today, since I just gooned myself to straight porn for hours on end, even forgot to eat. It was actual madness.

But then, suddenly, my horniness stopped. I was just… spent, sitting inside a mess of cumstains that were hell to wash out, not really understanding what happened to me.

I’m afraid.

June 9th

The situation did not improve, my attraction to men just kept coming back, to the point I can basically now call myself thoroughly bisexual. But I’m not under any illusion : my attraction to women is very likely going to fade at some point.

And it’s going to make me lose Abby.

I’ve also looked around on the web, and found that I’m not actually the only one to be “reverted”, as people seem to refer to it as. Apparently, it’s due to people being used to the drug : since it cannot actually change attraction, it only overwrites attraction. So it acts like a drug, the more you take it the less effective it becomes…

So yeah, I’m becoming gay whether I want it or not…

June 12th

It’s beginning. The end is beginning.

I feel it, how women are starting to interest me less and less. I’d rather be dealing with dicks than with pussies… I had sex with Abby yesterday, and I just wasn’t into it. It just didn’t feel as exciting, as wonderful as it used to be when I first had sex with her…

Even she noticed it, and asked if everything was alright with me. I lied about being tired because of training, but it will only get me so far… I need to tell her at some point, before it’s too late. But I just don’t have the heart to break hers, it would also break my heart to have to leave her… I really wish I could stay straight…

So much for being “normal”, eh ?

June 14th

This afternoon, we met for our usual Wednesday dates. And I gathered the courage to tell her everything.

I told her how I was gay, how I used the Conversion Powder, how I then had a crush on her, and how I’m slowly becoming gay again. I was so afraid telling her that. Because I absolutely was in the wrong, I kept her in the dark about an important part of myself, and I was afraid of her reaction… heh, it’s kind of my first coming-out, in a way.

However, Abby, blessed be her heart, took it in strides, and the only thing she became angry over was the fact that I decided to take the Conversion Powder… Turns out she’s bisexual, and is really against it, and I guess I became another example for her to latch onto to deem it unacceptable… We had a goodbye kiss, and I told her that I still had a few days of liking women, so we should do whatever last thing together as a couple as we can.

I’ll see what she has in store for me.

June 15th

Okay, today was wild.

Abby basically took a whole day off just for me, and invited me to her place. And I was barely inside her bedroom that she just came in with tons of sex toys. I’m not even sure where she found half of those… And so, we just spent the remainder of the day having sex in many a kinky setup… the last of my straight sex would be kinky sex…

It was great, I hadn’t had so much fun in a long while, especially worrying this much about the end of the Conversion Powder… and I feel that from now on I’ll know her body way too much for someone who will soon become her Gay Best Friend.

So yeah, a great way to close the straight chapter of my life. We’ve decided, with Abby, that tomorrow I’ll get off the Conversion Powder, and that will be our official break up.

June 16th

First day without Conversion Powder, and I’ve been in bed fighting the inevitable headache that such an action accompanies.

Abby was kind enough to come look after me, and it honestly felt really weird to look at her and feel basically not much happening in my dick. Only remained aesthetic attraction.

While she was here, I made her read this diary. It was quite a humbling experience, as she was basically reading through my heart. Her reactions ranged from laughter to concern, including a few realizations about our history together. I mean, I didn’t know she remembered the time I almost confessed to her but was interrupted by someone else !

She also told me that it was weird how I didn’t mention being afraid about the bros, and honestly… I find it also weird now that she mentions it. I dunno, when I decided to take the powder, fitting in with the bros was such a priority for me, yet today, I feel like I have such a good relationship that I wouldn’t trust them to care either way. But I did make a coming out message in our group chat, basically explaining the same stuff as I did with Abby. I’ll see how it goes, but currently Terry eagerly responded with a “I support you!!!!!!1!!!”.

June 18th

My headache was very strong, and I stayed in bed again yesterday, but by now I think it has passed. I didn’t expect the aftereffects of the Conversion Powder to be this severe...

I don’t think I’ll have much to say in this diary in the future, especially as I seem to be going back to the normal me. I mean, normal gay me. But since I’ve had a lot of time to think about this whole situation the past few days, I’ll write about my experiences here.

So, first of all, I’m glad to have made this experience of what straight life looks like. However, I also think that it was a mistake.

Basically, I think that when I did it, I took the easy way out. Pointing to an inalienable part of myself as being the cause of all my woes and then trying to remove it, it just shows a laziness from me. Like I can’t try and imagine what an actual solution looks like, I have to change myself before being able to fix stuff. However, I feel that this experience made me learn that I was actually able to do all the things I felt were lacking. Talking to Abby she made me notice that, aside from being straight, nothing really changed after taking the Conversion Powder, so all the things I blamed myself for making me look faggy just… didn’t. It was only me being afraid, and letting it talk rather than the rational mind. So all the good things I had when I was straight, I can just have them if I get out of the mindset that gay is bad.

So… yeah ! Although it still feels a bit weird to say, I’m gay, and I’m proud ! All my woes weren’t due to me being gay, they were due to me being afraid, so now I decide to not be afraid anymore ! I hope that whoever reads this diary (including me) will understand that they don’t need to take out a part of themselves to find happiness. They need to get over their fears, and only this way will the road to happiness will be opened !

Well said, love from the past ! -T

[dc-marvel-life]

That Dang Snake

Pairing: Hermione Granger

Summary: Hermione starts to get the attention of an unlikely Slytherin girl

Word Count: ~1k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(Not my GIF)

Hermione walks into the Gryffindor common room smiling thinking about the encounter she had with Y/N. Ginny is sitting on the couch and sees Hermione walking past.

“What got are you smiling so hard Hermione ?” Ginny says putting down her book and wiggling her eyebrows.

“Did my brother finally ask you out on a date?” Ginny says a little excited. Hermione looks around to see if anyone is around, and there is no one around. Hermione takes a seat next to Ginny.

“No, Ron did not ask me out. You know Ron and I aren’t anything” Hermione says.

“I know but that boy is so in love with you and I thought you were feeling him a little too,” Ginny says shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t know what is going on with Ron and me, but something crazy happened in the library today,” Hermione says and Ginny sits up straight wondering what news Hermione has to give.

“I would have never thought that someone would use crazy and library in the same sentence,” Ginny says and they both laugh.

“Anyways, I was in the library trying to study to stay ahead and Malfoy’s gang was in there making too much noise. I told them to quiet and  Malfoy called me a mudblood,” Hermione says and Ginny gets mad. 

“I swear I am going to find him and punch him in the face like you did last year,” Ginny says balling up her fist and Hermione puts her hands on Ginny’s.

“Calm down, the surprising thing is that Y/N stepped in and stop him from going any further. She even made them leave the library since they were making so much noise” Hermione says and Ginny looks in shock.

“You are telling me that Y/N Y/L/N stop them from picking on you. The same girl that never stops them from picking on you, my brother, and Harry. I am shocked. I know everyone says she is nice and all, but she never did anything like that before. What made her do it this time?” Ginny questioned.

“So we talked a little bit afterward and she said that she was trying to get on my good side,” Hermione says and Ginnys screams excitedly

“Oh my gosh, she is trying to get with you. You know I heard that she is great in bed” Ginny says and Hermione shushes Ginny.

“Don’t be so loud about it. I don’t want the whole house to know” Hermione says quieting Ginny.

“I get it, but it still is strange. Normally she goes after girls who are…..” Ginny stops herself before she says anything bad.

“What are you trying to say, Ginny?” Hermione says looking at Ginny to continue her sentence and Ginny sighs.

“Y/N goes after the really pretty girls who are easy and you aren’t that girl,” Ginny says defeated.

“I know that type of girl that Y/N goes for and I didn’t say I was even going to go after her. I don’t even know if I like girls” Hermione says.

“Yeah I understand that, but you have to admit that Y/N is so hot thought” Ginny laughs and Hermione joins.

“So how do you really feel about Y/N?” Ginny questions.

“I mean she is a pure-blood Slytherin who is arrogant and cocky, but she has the right to because she is so good at what she does. She hangs out with Malfoy and his gang so her choice of friends is bad and never defends us when Malfoy picks on us. The thing is she is so nice to everyone else though. She is smart and athletic with a great body…… gosh do I have a crush on Y/N?” Hermione says and Ginny starts to laugh again. 

“It’s okay you, me, and the rest of the school are all in the same boat,” Ginny says and Hermione looks surprised.

 “You are into girls? I thought you had a crush on Harry” Hermione says.

“I do have a crush on Harry but he is too dense to see that now. I have to have my opinions open. I do find girls attractive too. I mean look at Y/N, she is so fine. She is even finer when she plays” Ginny says and they both start to laugh.

Then Ron and Harry enter the common room and sit down with the girls. Harry sits next to Ginny and Ron sits next to Hermione. Ron awkwardly puts his arm around Hermione. Hermione and Ginny are just staring at each other when this happens.

“So what are you ladies laughing at,” Ron asks.

“Nothing Ron, just some girl stuff you wouldn’t understand,” Ginny says.

“Actually we were wondering if you guys were going to the Slytherin/Hufflepuff match tomorrow?” Hermione questions and everyone looks at her strangely even Ginny.

“You want to go to a quidditch game that isn’t our house?” Harry questions.

“Yeah, I am trying to get more into quidditch since both of my boys are playing this year. I want to be able to support you guys and that means going to more games” Hermione says trying to cover up the true reasons why she is going, to see Y/N.

“Well yeah, we are going to the game. We are scouting out Slytherin so we can make sure that we are going to crush them this year” Harry says then Ron and Harry give each other high fives.

“Yeah, we can all go together! It can be a date right Hermione?” Ron asks Hermione and Hermione freezes for a second. She doesn’t know how to respond because she has always been unsure about her feeling toward Ron. She never knew if the feelings were there because they spent so much time together and the platonic feelings are getting mixed up with romantic feelings. Now they are even more confused with the whole Y/N situation now.

“S-sure” Hermione stutters out unsure about her answer. Ginny and even Harry felt that it was being forced out. 

“Perfect, I can’t wait,” Ron says and Hermione moves Ron’s arm from around her. 

Taglist: @fanficaddictcore

[heyclickadee]

Saw another “why would Tech even be interested in Phee” take out in the wild, so here’s a partial list of Phee’s many attractive qualities, because the double standard of every other character vs Phee is exhausting:

(Quick disclaimer—this isn’t me saying anyone has to like the ship. You don’t. It’s fine. Don’t ship things you don’t want to ship. Dislike the way it’s been written in the show if you want. Ship these two with other people or with no one if you want. I don’t care. This is just me being tired of people being weird about Phee):

1. She’s smart. She can improv her way through dealing with death traps and she’s got an area (areas) of expertise that Tech knows relatively little about. That makes her interesting. Also hot.

2. She’s gorgeous. Look at her. She’s ridiculously pretty.

3. She’s a great storyteller. Yeah, she changes her stories every time, but that’s at least part of why Tech is paying attention, because he notices that.

4. She’s a stone cold badass. And she’s a FUN stone cold badass. Disarmingly charming stone cold badass.

5. She’s a remarkably good person. She steals artifacts so that refugees can hang on to a bit of their culture in diaspora. This seems to be what pushes Tech from, “Oh, she’s interesting,” to, “OH. SHE’S BRILLIANT AND I MIGHT BE IN LOVE.”

6. She’s not nice, but she is kind, and that’s honestly a quality that she and Tech share. Phee isn’t soft, she’s not going to talk in therapy speak, she’ll push a little hard sometimes, but gosh darnit if she isn’t the person who would always stop to help someone with a flat tire (or respond to finding out some friends are broke, jobless, and on the run by immediately taking them back to her secret refuge so they can rest and recoup).

7. She’s incredibly direct and unafraid to speak her mind and…okay. This is going to get long. And I know some people will disagree with this, and that’s fine because everyone is different, and wants different things. But. Speaking personally from my point of view. The fact that Phee gives as good as she gets would be a really reassuring quality to have in a partner. I see a lot of myself reflected in Tech, but one of the many, many ways in which we’re very different is that I’m a consummate people pleaser, and Tech is very much not. At all. I don’t think he has a people-pleasing bone in his body.

But, here’s the thing—about half of my people pleasing comes from being terrified that I’ll say or do something that inadvertently hurts someone, and that person won’t just tell me or give me the chance to explain or make things right. And for how that relates to dating, I had people—friends and family—keep trying to set me up with incredibly shy men through most of my early twenties, no matter how many times I objected, because they had this perception that I was soft, wishy-washy, and needed to be treated with kid gloves. And…no. I’m opinionated as hell. I’m relatively confident about certain things. I just shut down my ability to project any of that because I was terrified of running roughshod over people without meaning to. But when I’m around someone who I know is willing to disagree with me, who I know will explain why, and who I know will push back if I take something too far? About 90% percent of my people pleasing and social anxiety evaporates. I know I don’t have to walk on eggshells around them—and that they aren’t going to walk on eggshells around me, either. They’re going to be direct about their issues and treat me like a freaking adult.

And, honestly, the fact that Phee doesn’t walk on eggshells around Tech (who also gives as good as he gets—Tech isn’t soft, nice, or shy and retiring; he’s confident as hell and he should be, because hot damn)—is. I don’t know. I like that she’s direct, and that she will recognize and pull back if she’s gone too far. This is projecting a bit, but, speaking personally, I would rather be with someone who treats me like an adult and tells me what’s up even if it’s uncomfortable than someone who never, ever tells me when they’re upset because they’re afraid of hurting my feelings and just lets me stew in social confusion all the time.

8. She can more than hold her own in a fight and she carries a sword around. That’s hot, I’m sorry.

9. Phee’s fantastic with Omega. She talks to her like she’s a person, she doesn’t ever shut Omega down, she’ll tell her stories, she’ll joke around with her, and she’s generally very respectful while also not holding her to the same standard she would if Omega were an adult. She’s even a little protective of Omega, even though Omega isn’t at all her responsibility. I think the moment that took Phee from ‘cool’ to ‘fantastic’ for me was towards the end of ‘Entombed’ while the Deadly Giraffe of Death was collapsing; Phee’s right there trying to shield Omega alongside Hunter. And. Like. Omega is Tech’s baby sister, he’s probably going to notice that how Phee treats her. Massive points in her favor for this.

[bravo4iscool]

girl, I’m not gonna lie to you, I have some free time, and sometimes I really like to use it uselessly. and I found your ig account, then I did some other research and I found a lot about you and your family, so I could really rate you. And yes, I can say properly: you’re ugly.

now, you're kinda right, I give you that. some fit guys do like fat women, maybe one guy out of ten. but these are REALLY PRETTY WOMEN, 'cause I don’t deny that there are beautiful fat women, but they are usually rare, and that’s definitely not you.

I’m not seeking validation wtfff has nothing to do with anything, girl… you seem stupid. I just really found your behavior hilarious. like, how the false illusion of the new age got you, making you really believe in fairy tales. I mean, you're clearly so insecure, trying to pass as “I’m fine with my weight” while really trying to convince yourself that you’re desirable. and like, you’re not 😭 and it’s so fun when you talk about validation, because, you see, I may be petty or bitter or mean, or whatever it is. but, if you really felt confident, pretty, and good about yourself, you would just turn off the anon or ignore me. but no, you’re here, writing answers so you can post and be consoled. that’s how I know you feel pathetic and horrible about yourself, and need these other weirdos to help you fool yourself. you can ignore me, or reply me, it won’t make difference. you too fucking transparent, so easy to read.

or you wouldn’t be doing headcanons of really fit men attracted to you, because if you were desirable and if you really felt that way, you would just know, and not try to reaffirm yourself along with other equally UGLY FAT GIRLS. the main thing here is how out of touch you are with reality. close the tumblr, go to a nice spot in your town, where you KNOW there are hot guys, and please record yourself being chosen by them. if you're so sure of yourself. and open your instagram account, since you have nothing to hide and being ashamed. I mean, you’re pretty right? lol

y’know i’m not doing this cuz i’m insecure💀 also, i never said those hc’s were about me LMAO. i’m very aware that he and every other cod character is fucking fictional💀. this is just my hobby😗✌🏼.

also, why are you so keen about finding out about my personal life? wtf do i have to do with you? it’s fucking creepy to stalk my ig and all that💀. who tf do you think you are?

the only one being pathetic here is you, because you’re out here insulting me via anon haha. at least grow the balls to confront me correctly lol.

but yk, your stupidity and insecurity is pretty hard to ignore. you can have your opinion about me but let me be. i didn’t ask you for it lmao. also, i couldn’t care less about your opinion. you can think i’m ugly, idgaf, but stop annoying me with it.

and idk if you know but talking down on other people has to do with one’s insecurities, so maybe you’re the insecure one here😘.

and yes, i’m fine with my weight. i’ve come to terms with it, since i can’t change it without a medical intervention. is it so hard to believe that someone overweight actually accepts that fact or what? it says that says a lot about you actually.

also, i’m posting this so people can see that there are, unfortunately, still people with the iq of a fucking brick out there. i couldn’t care less about what they tell me. as i said, i’m perfectly fine on my own.

i’m actually laughing writing this because i won’t ignore you. people like you should rethink their life choices ngl.

you’re going crazy over a tumblr post and start to insult me as fat and ugly and you started to fucking stalk me. you’re being the prime example for insecurity rn💀.

your messages can get as long as you want them to be, i will respond to them because it’s sad people still think like you.

there are people out there saying all things about cod or ghost or whoever. if i don’t like them, i scroll, but i don’t start insulting and stalking the author of that post/headcanon/fic or whatever.

grow tf up and get a helmet💀.

[eastons-creations]

Even If

A/n: hehe uh happy marauder fandom depression day. enjoy this random thing. Btw this was written awhile ago in the middle of the night sooooo might now be that good lol.

“Remus!” Came a voice bellowing up the stairs as Remus read his book in their dorm room. The young boy fought a smile but rolled his eyes when Sirius came barreling through the door. Imdeidetly Remus’ eyes were drawn to his clouds of grey, instantly melting into them. The rest of this hot young black drifting away. 

Well…until Remus saw a flash of red. It was Sirius’ hair. It was bright red, curly, and short. Shorter then Remus had even seen it. Sirius’ eyes were filled with tears, because if you have ever come across the boy, you know, his best feature is his hair (well in Sirius opinion, Remus had very different thoughts on that (; ). So naturally…he's heartbroken. 

Sirius threw himself into his boyfriend's arms making his next words a little muffled through Remus’ jumper, “How bad is it?”

Yes…Remus was laughing. But how could he not? “Its not that bad Sirius.”

But Sirius groaned at these words and looked up at Remus with teary eyes, “Don’t lie…”

“I’m not lying!” Remus broke out in a grin at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Yes you are…”

“I am not!”

“You know how I know?” His eyebrows furrowed, while Remus raised one. 

“Mhm, how?”

“Cause you called me Sirius instead of Love or Babe or Si or pads.” Sirius' tears were freely flowing now and he sat in a criss-cross situation across the bed from Remus. “Are you not attracted to me now? Cause it will change back! I just have to get someone to help me.” At this point his head hung low and Remus knew he felt ashamed, “I’m sorry Moony…” His voice was meek and quiet. It broke Remus’ heart. 

When he and Sirius started dating it became clear very quickly how much his parents have had an effect on him, cause from the very beginning Sirius believed that he didn’t deserve Remus’ affection. He always worried he wasn’t pretty enough for him, or that if he let down his perfect hair and let it get a little bit messy that Remus would leave him. 

To Sirius’ his looks were everything. 

To Remus, they were only a bonus. But sometimes it's hard to convey that to someone. 

“Oh my love….Not at all!” Remus grabbed the front of Sirius’ shirt and pulled him to himself in a big hug (something that's always calmed both of them down), enveloping the smaller boy into his much larger form. “I’m sorry you feel like that baby. I think you are fucking beautiful no matter what. If you are fat and old, or young and short,” Remus tickled Sirius a little in the side, and Sirius let out a light chuckle, “Or dead and gone, and even if you're ginger…”

Sirius sat up quickly, his tears having dried, “I’M GINGER!” Sirius stands up and runs into the bathroom giving a loud shout into the mirror at the sight of himself. Remus smiled, grateful that his boyfriend is much more able to move past things than himself. 

After a few seconds Sirius’ blushing head poked over the side of the door. “I love you too dork…” Then his head disappeared again, and all Remus heard was him muttering about his hair. Eventually Remus got up to help him turn it back to his normal colour of black. And while Remus figured out what to do Sirius told him about the group of kids who had caused the mischief. Apparently they had put out some kind of potion in all the drinks at lunch to dye all the students' hairs red. Sirius ranted for most of the time about who possibly could have done it, speculating about if it was a slytherin or maybe a Hufflepuff. Remus kept quiet, but in his mind he had a certain Red head that would have been perfect for the job.

****

The ‘I love you even if…’s had continued on with their life. During their years at Hogwarts when Remus got dysphoria about his chest or his scars, Sirius would hold him and tell him ‘I love you even if…’s. Or when Sirius got a letter from his biological family or his brother said something, Remus would do the same. Once, after a mission for the order where Remus had to go off the radar for 2 weeks he showed up at home and muttered.. “Even if you're ginger…” before collapsing in his crying husband's arms. 

When Sirius escaped from Azkaban and was on the run he showed up at Remus’ house, looking through the window. But never knocking, never saying anything, cause ‘Even if you thought I killed them?’

When Remus finally saw Sirius alone after 12 years he hugged him and whispered, “Even when you leave. Even when everyone doubted you. Even when I doubted you.”

On the night Sirius passed through the veil Remus sat in Sirius’ old room crying and yelling out into the empty void, “Even when you're dead and gone.”

Finally when the final curse hit Remus on the field of Hogwarts he heard a familiar voice say to him, “Even when you take forever getting here.” The shorter form hugged him tightly, swearing to never let go. 

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Name: Nilza Maria Valdez

Nickname(s): Unless she knows you well, she's not going to answer to anything she didn't tell you to call her (sometimes gives an alias). Nillie WILL result in violence. Nil or Nils (her name is pronounced nil-suh) only acceptable from someone she likes. Pet names are a very case by case basis and rarely accepted.

Relationship Status: Most verses it's "cannot get any more single and unavailable". There's a few that have managed to get under her skin.

Gender: Woman.

Romantic Orientation: Bisexual and romantic but leans femme in her hookup choices, and would lean masc romantically if she tended to be romantically inclined.

Preferred Pet Names: She will often drop lindo/a if she finds you pretty. She is very headshy about love/amor- using it or receiving it. Papí is common with the dudes.

Opinion on True Love: Had it. She's the reason it's gone so clearly she doesn't deserve it. Would require a miracle to find again, and a second one to keep it.

Opinion on Love at First Sight: That's for movies. Lust at first sight? Sure.

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: Could be romantic but very traumatized. It would fluctuate.

Ideal Physical Traits: Her usual choice of women close to her in build or more slender is more safety than anything. It's easier to kick the ass of someone who doesn't outweigh and look over you. Her trust is limited. Admittedly she is a fan of pretty hair and eyes, those being her go to in men or women. Fuller lips are a close third. Bonus points for features usually frowned upon by western beauty standards, she rarely has the hots for most people Hollywood would typically fawn over.

Ideal Personality Traits: Not scared of her or her snark. Unfortunately, she also finds being scared of her attractive. Having a sense of humor is big, she does actually like to be goofy with someone she trusts. Likes dogs.

Unattractive Physical Traits: She isn't often a fan of blond hair. She's made the exception once. Unfortunately she suffers from 'my body makes me my money and keeps me alive' which means she is very conscious of it and self critical, and of others. She might not voice it out loud but she's fatphobic and won't do much thicker than herself.

Unattractive Personality Traits: Cruelty to vulnerable people. Bootlickers (capitalism/cops/whatever- hard pass). Liars.

Ideal Date: One where the person doesn't abandon her or die.

Do They Have a Type?: Tall men, usually dark haired, that are either Up to No Good, or Too Good for This World. There are exceptions but that is the typical.

Average Relationship Length: what's the average of 5 minutes to 2 hours? Do we include the year with Soren? Someone else do the math 💀

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: Parallel play. She's very content to just do her thing with her video games or her phone while someone does their own thing. Preferably on top of or under or touching her. Clothing optional.

Commitment Level: Usually won't even give her number for a second lay. Once she is in a situationship? Will kill or die for.

Opinion of Public Affection: So long as children aren't being terrorized in the process she has little shame.

Past Relationships?: Regardless of verse, her one and only real relationship was Soren. Which was an engagement until well...yeah.

tagged by:// @kylo-wrecked

tagging:// anymun who hasn't already done this meme and wants to share~

[zepskies]

hey!! this is for the supernatural ship exchange :)

* prefer male ships

* i'm a deeply empathetic person, i care a lot about others and sometimes i forget to care for myself because of it.

* I can be very silly, especially late at night. I like giving things voices, or petting every dog I see, or giving nose boops.

* on the flip side of my sensitive/kind nature, i can be very feisty. I’m also DEEPLY sarcastic

* i would consider myself a brave person. I don't struggle to have hard conversations with people (i don't like them but I'll do it),and I've stood up to every bully I've ever had

* i would consider myself a wise/intelligent person (i give good advice), resilient, but also easy going.

* INFJ | Pisces sun, cancer moon, libra rising, pisces Venus | Ravenclaw |

* In a partner, I look for someone who will support and listen to me. I also look for someone who is self sufficient (I can’t deal with laziness). Most importantly, they should be kind (i.e. If I’m ranting about things like sexism in a tv show, I want them to be able to understand why it’s important to me.)

* I’m the singer/guitarist in a rock band so music is very very important to me. I also love to draw and I read pretty much all the time. My ideal day is going to a coffee shop and then a bookstore. Which reminds me— I drink an obscene amount of coffee. I’m also a geek who does go to comic con (*boos are heard throughout the audience*)

Hey, lovely!! I’m very excited to dive into this for you. 💜

(For others’ context, we agreed to do a little ship exchange for SPN characters based on our personalities!)

I debated on this, but I kept coming back to one of our guys for you…

Sam Winchester

(More below the cut): ��️

Sam is also an INFJ: deeply a feeling type, introverted, intuitive, but also a very precise decision maker. Even though you two are the same personality type and have some hobbies in common, you still have plenty of differences to balance you out.

Sam would appreciate the fact that you're so deeply empathetic. Someone who cares about others is a very attractive quality to someone like him, who's very passionate himself, and has literally dedicated his life to saving people. And the fact that you take the time to truly listen to him is something he doesn't get very often (besides Dean).

He would also be very amused by your silly side, especially on late nights while researching for hunts, when you're both exhausted but trying to push through that invisible wall of tiredness. Maybe you'd take up funny ways to distract him from reading...

And maybe those funny distractions turn into fun distractions, where Sam may just have to clear off the table for you. 😏

Like you, Sam can also get a bit sarcastic at times. 😅 Sometimes you two might butt heads, all passive-aggressive like, but then he'll make it up to you with those earnest eyes of his, so you can talk out your issues more sincerely.

While Sam shares the quality of bravery, he would also see that and like that quality in you. He not only finds confidence attractive, but also someone who doesn't bend on her principles.

He respects the fact that you're so opinionated, and not only would he listen to your rants, but he would offer his own opinions respectfully, which could lead to some very deep and meaningful conversations between you. (Though he could also be a balancing force for you; if you have moments of getting a bit hot-headed, he'll figure out how to diffuse you. 😂)

He would find your career fascinating! He loves music himself (maybe not the same genres as Dean, but he does listen to rock music). He'd be very supportive, going to your concerts and sitting in the front row. Maybe he wouldn't be the most boisterous of fans, but he's certainly dedicated to you and your success. 💗

And as Dean so often teases him, Sam's a big nerd himself. He's probably never gone to Comic Con, but he's up for that experience with you, as long as you keep him close and help him navigate the cosplayers. (He has some experience with LARPing, so that's kind of close? 😂)

Sam would also love to go on bookstore dates with you. He'd take you to his favorite coffee shop (or yours), and he'd get coffee or tea depending on his mood. He might remind you every now and then that too much caffeine isn't all that good for you (but he really has no room to judge, so feel free to tease him about it 😂).

Then he'd browse the rows and rows of books with you -- whether it's a huge Barnes & Noble, an independent bookstore, or a second-hand thrift shop. He doesn't really care, as long as there's books (and you).

You two often find yourselves exploring the bunker's library together, wiping dust off of old books to see what little treasures you can find, whether it's a book you've read before, or something old and interesting you'd never find otherwise in this vast collection of knowledge.

You and Sam could snuggle up on the couch together and read in a companionable silence.

Sometimes his fingers brush up and down your arm absently, unintentionally distracting you. Or he smoothes your hair out of your face, or even sneaks a kiss or two. Moments like these are when he's his most content, and at peace.

Also, this man is by no means lazy. He may not be the best cook, but he has a "can-do" attitude to pretty much everything, and he's willing to figure it out with you and/or for you. If you need help, an encouraging word, support, or a listening ear, Sam can and will be your steady rock as a partner.

This was my first time ever writing a ship for someone, so I hope I did this justice for you @perseephoneee! I feel like I already know a lot more about you. 💕 And I'll be sending you my info shortly.~

[twistedtummies2]

Heyo, what opinions do your twst bois have about their Housewardens?

Oooooh...this is hard, because with a LOT of my OCs, I don't have really solid development towards the relationships they have with their housewardens. It's one of the points of character development on the bois that I'm weakest with, to be perfectly honest. I'll try to give you what I can without rambling too much... Something common with ALL of my OCs is that their relationships with their Housewardens are frequently...unusual. Billy is the one who has the most developed relationship with his Housewarden, so I'll start with him and attempt to be succinct. When he and Vil first met, they didn't get along at all. Because, frankly, Billy does not fit the obvious standards of Pomefiore: he's a hulking mass of blubber and muscle who is utterly shameless on many levels, and frequently seems to possess the mental faculties of a child. He is, in many ways, the diametric opposite to EVERYTHING Vil personally stands for. HOWEVER, over time, Vil has come to, at worst, tolerate Billy...and, at best, actually develop an affectionate fondness for the big oaf. He recognizes that, deep down, Billy does have the ideals of Pomefiore in his heart, he just expresses them differently; Billy, for his part, respects Vil immensely, and even looks up to him, always trying to please him, sometimes despite himself. He's one of the few people at NRC who can truly keep Billy in order. Nakoda and Leona have a relationship that is difficult to describe. Nako is something of an outlier in Savanaclaw; he's not a very good "team player," and isn't someone who enjoys following another person's rules. He's also someone who effectively is lost at sea, life-wise: he has ambition, and he has strong desire, but he doesn't know how to use them. I think, in some ways, Leona sees a little bit of himself in Nakoda: someone who has never been fully accepted by others, and who yearns for respect, admiration, and control. While the two often argue, Nako is always the one who ends up backing down first, and he will, eventually, do what he's told. Since it's bound to come up...Nako does think Leona is one hot number, but despite the physical attraction, he has no desire to eat Leona, and...well...SUPPRESSES the desire to get him into bed. This is mostly because he feels he has absolutely no chance with the latter (and he's entirely correct), and he pretty much has it figured out that he won't SURVIVE attempting the former. XD

Next, Reno and Idia at Ignihyde. On the one hand, Reno - just like Billy - doesn't really fit in with the typical standards of Ignihyde: he's not a media junkie, he's not a scientific mastermind, and he's at least somewhat more extroverted than the infamously reclusive housewarden. So whenever the two are in the same room together, sparks will inevitably fly: Idia gets frustrated with Reno's slowness to respond to things and crude behavior, and Reno just sort of rolls his eyes at a lot of Idia's...um..."Idia-isms," if you will. HOWEVER, there are two things that keep the relationship from truly being inimical. First of all, Reno is surprisingly dependable: his power is one Idia can use to his advantage in certain circumstances, and while he's not very good at UNDERSTANDING a lot of scientific stuff...he IS good at APPLYING things. Like, Reno can help BUILD machines or mix formulas, so to speak, he just won't fully understand why or how they exactly WORK. But if he's given good reason to obey, and is put to the task, he'll get it done. Second of all, Reno - just like Idia - is a gamer of all sorts. Idia is shown to love video games, board games, dice games, and I THINK card games, too (I'm not sure about that one, forgive me if I am incorrect); Reno is the exact same way, and I think the two get along VERY well when it comes to shared interests there. I imagine they actually do like gaming together pretty frequently. Heck, maybe Reno occasionally joins in on Idia's streams...double-heck, maybe Idia gets Reno to do some streaming on his own, much to Reno's delight. So they aren't enemies, nor even "frenemies," but they work best when their mutual strengths combine. James and Smitty are "problem children" for Riddle. Especially James. Riddle, of course, is a well-organized, orderly person who seeks total control, and has a hard time dealing with change or anything that doesn't go with his ideals and laws of conduct. He is a stickler for the rules, and even after the events of Chapter 1, it is hard for him to bend them TOO much without breaking, so to speak. James, really, is more like Azul than anybody else at NRC: a scheming ne'er do well who is very, VERY good at finding loopholes and exploiting things to his own selfish ends. As a result, he's often causing headaches for Riddle: he doesn't exactly IGNORE the rules or outright BREAK them, but he gets juuuust close enough that it's annoying. However, much like Reno with Idia, James is dependable in a pinch...and one thing he does have over Azul is that, when it comes to Riddle and his dorm-mates, specifically, he actually WON'T expect recompense. Why? James sees Heartslabyul as his "crew," and he feels it's important for the crew to work together when times get tough. The clash between himself and Riddle, essentially, is wondering which of them is REALLY the Captain. On that note, Smitty and Riddle get along a LITTLE better, mostly because Riddle understands that anytime Smitty DOES cause trouble, it's only because he's trying to do good by his best friend. When Smitty is independent from James, he is obedient, helpful, cheerful, and tries his hardest to be a good student, and Riddle respects that...it's just upsetting to him that, whenever James decides to act up, Smitty almost always goes along with that without question.

Maelstrom and Azul I've actually been trying to figure out a bit more. I don't have a lot to say on this one's front. Suffice it to say, Maelstrom - despite his own ego and the fact that sperm whales and cephalopds don't exactly get along in the wild - is actually quite respectful of Azul, and will do as he's told, most of the time, without much argument. He acts as muscle for Azul on many occasions, as he is the first to admit Azul is much more crafty and strategic than he is, and he does see this as a good thing. Azul, meanwhile, appreciates Maelstrom's strength and appetite much in the way he appreciates those elements in Floyd...and unlike Floyd, Maelstrom is less likely to go off the rails on a random tantrum. The remaining three bois in my roster - Elias and Theo in Diasomnia, and Grit Gravelle in Scarabia - I don't really have solid concepts for, in terms of how they get along with their dorm leaders. I know that Theodore and Malleus have a rocky relationship, and that will actually be explored when I get to Theo's "Chapter Story" in...you know...five billion years or so. 'XD But beyond that, there's not much I can say for any of them. These relationships, more than all the rest, definitely require development.

[erophonemic]

2, 3, 8, 13, 16, 17, 23, 29, 33, 45, 54, 55, 59, 64, 68 (If that's too many sorry I'm just curious about you and I think you're hot as fuck) (I absolutely did not pick 55 based on that fact *cough cough*)

Oh my, time to type hehe <33 Thank you for all of the questions dear~ 2. How old were you when you had sex for the first time?

18 in terms of sex online with a long distance partner, 21 in terms of sex in person.

3. Have you ever walked in on people having sex?

Nope! Except for a roommate having a rare grindr date, any sex in this house would usually involve me asdkfhsdkjfa

8. Do you own any sex toys? If so, what?

I have a We Vibe Vector vibrator that I'd love to hack at some point due to buttplug.io compatibility, but my partner has a few dildos that I use as well. I'm really jealous of my friend's glow in the dark dildos they look so cooll, I also really want a specific strappon, it's so rad. Maybe if I could get to the point where people would be interested in giving me money to support my content, or getting a job haha

13. Have you ever experienced DP?

I have not, alas

16. Do you like to watch?

As in, watch people in front of me have sex? That situation hasn't come up and if I wasn't in a sexual relationship with them I might feel out of place or not interested.

17. Ever been filmed or filmed yourself during a sexual act?

Absolutely, I have some here :)

23. One thing you haven’t done sexually that you are hoping to try.

Being the submissive of a threesome, and also more sex with transmasculine people would be lovely!

29. Have you ever accidentally sent a dirty pic or message to the wrong person/people?

Nope! I'm pretty careful about that

33. Whip or riding crop?

I'm not really that interested in pain from a tool because I like the human touch aspect more. Also in general a lot of my interest is in what my sexual partner is into, and he's into a lot of choking / biting / a bit of body slapping so I enjoy that more

45. Choking or hair pulling?

Both :) love to be held 🥰

54. Would you rather play dirty doctor or naughty detention?

I don't particularly associate the medical industry with sexiness, but I do like going to the dentist because I get to just lie back and be comfortable while someone messes with my mouth and tells me what to do haha

I just like the attention ^u^

I don't think I could get into "naughty detention" because I don't like the framework of being punished, and I have too many opinions about the way the school industry is poorly structured kjashflkjsf

55. What’s sexier nice eyes or nice lips?

It's hard for me to place sexiness in particular things like that, honestly. A lot of my attraction comes from if I'm impressed by that person or admire the way they think and feel like we can learn from each other. Aesthetics play a lot into it as well. I do think eyes are always pretty 💜

59. Ball gag or hand over mouth?

Oh both are lovely... I love hands and touch so much, ball gag sounds fun to be a drooly mess

64. Are you vocal during sex?

Absolutely, I love to whine and moan, I love to really get into the mindspace and enjoy myself >w<

68. Naked twister or strip poker?

Naked twister sounds more fun because there's more physical movement and silliness, whereas I'm not really interested in poker.

[unladielike]

    Though Hayate can be surprisingly open-minded and thoughtful, there could be no denying the fact he lacked the same cheeriness Vivian possessed; in fact, the difference between their personalities was like night and day, one may be surprised they even managed to get along at all... but through some miracle, they did, causing Alex to frequently have to hear about it.

    "Nah, you're good! To be fair, it's not like Hayupin would even be around to hear us gossiping about him... and yup, for as much as I enjoy giving him a hard time, he's still endlessly endearing! Then again, maybe I just manage to be fortunate enough to draw out his more delightful traits," she soon points out, allowing natural mirth to seep it's way through her tone. ...In fact, their relationship could pretty much be summed up as the 'me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic' meme, because ultimately, Hayate was unpredictable, to the point where he may be an asshole to another, but a tsundere with a big gap moe to someone else.

    Whatever the case, though, it doesn't take long for her to retrieve the phone back from Alex's hands before tapping out of the Draw screen and letting out a loud snicker when she proceeds to accidentally emulate her. "Seems to me you've been vivified!" Vivian jokes while subsequently scooting over on the bed so her girlfriend would have more space beside her.

    "G'raha Tia, huh? Now, that's definitely another cute 2D boy!" she later acknowledges. Granted, Vivian had never really played Final Fantasy XIV if only due to the fact Granblue Fantasy just had way more attractive looking characters, but from the screenshots posted online, she could definitely see the appeal. "Visually speaking, though, Thancred is more my type. I just personally find Nehan more up my alley because while it's true he doesn't have the same white hair Eustace does, he does wear an eyepatch, which boosts his hotness factor by fifty percent in my opinion," Vivian states, only to blink when Alex admits to liking Vikala more.

    "Whoa, really? Is it due to the fact her non-white haired version is a much cuter version of me? Still, I do know what you mean, since compared to all the Zodiacs, her design is the best! It's just a shame Cygames made her 14." Sure enough, she manages a sigh and sets her phone down next to her. Come to think of it, most of the Zodiac characters were adolescent girls, which was certainly a questionable decision in of itself. "But speaking of Granblue Fantasy, Lexy, how do you feel about cosplaying characters from it? Of course, I only ask, due to the fact I get the feeling you'd make a great Djeeta! Plus, I might be able to convince Hayupin to make you an outfit."

『🔧』 Alex had only wished that she had turned around in time to be able to catch Vivian's phone, should she have indeed dropped it. She was thankful, at least, that her reflexes were fast enough to catch it before it hit the ground - and, as she suspected, whatever she saw truly was valuable enough to warrant such masterful reflexes. Not that it would have mattered much, since her bedroom floor was carpeted, but it was nonetheless impressive!

"Yeah... I- I figured Hayate wasn't that kinda person. I- I mean, no offense to him or anything! As long as he's not, like-... a drag to be around or anything, then- then it's fine. Even if he is allergic to his own happiness." The only people she's ever known to be prone to such behaviour, of course, are those who are invariably annoyed with someone, to the point where nothing they say really has an impact on them. Lord knows, she's gotten in a few moods with coworkers that's rendered her in such a state.

"Regardless-" She stops herself, just for a moment - letting out a chuckle as she hands Vivian's phone back to her. "God, I'm starting to sound like you. Uhm- regardless, though, that is a pretty hot catboy. I don't blame you! I mean..." Just as quickly as she sits down, she lays back on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. "He's no G'raha Tia, but... he's alright, I guess."

It looks as though some of Vivian's nerdy tendencies have rubbed off on Alex after all. Maybe she's just trying a little harder to relate to her, it would appear... at least, up until she decides to speak again. "... I've always been more partial to Vikala, anyway. And- and, no, I'm not just saying that because she's the only other Granblue Fantasy character I've seen art of!"

[mariii1]

~LGBTQ+ Exclusive~

What will your first sexual encounter be like? 18 +

This is my first pick a card on Tumblr and I'm so excited!!! Lipgloss was the main inspo for this if you couldn't already tell. This is an 18+ reading, LEGAL ADULTS only :) Let me know what other pick a cards you want and readings are done below <3Edit: My Masterlist!

1: You might feel really nervous and embarrassed like wanting to hide within yourself. It something about genitals, I'm getting your own; you may just feel very insecure about them maybe dysphoric as well. You're very in your head about this, you may even feel pressured (NEVER have sex with anyone that pressures you; NOBODY is entitled to your body nor can they tell you what you can't and can do with your body, you don't have to have sex just because other peeps said you should) I'm getting the nervousness might make it hard to get aroused and just relax in general. This person who you're having it with may try to comfort you but I personally don't like their vibe. I feel they know you're uncomfortable but won't back down. They're extremely excited/horny but they don't get the memo that their partner doesn't feel the same way. In order to prevent this from being an experience, you may want to think about how you can better your relationship with your body and form new opinions on sex and sexuality in general.

2: Whats up to all my non binary folx??? I see you:) Cobrah-good puss is coming up, I'll link the song, this giving very much gay/lesbian vibes, a lot of people here are attracted to the same genitals they got. Wetnesssss, or lots of body fluids or lube, especially if d1cks are involved.  All the cards have something dripping or emphasis on the prrssy. Lots and lots of orgasms, you guys might feel very sticky from sweat and other body fluids. Some of you might be under the influence when this happens (I don't encourage doing things like this intoxicated) You're just gonna feel very good and I feel like the focus is more on you and you being satisfied. Whoever your doing stuff with is very chill, go with the flow type of person, even if they're cishet, they respect your identity fully (we love allies, especially when they eat us out 🥰) Yeah, think about the most arousing/ appealing scenario in your head and it will happen :)

3: Do some of y'all listen to hard techno? HEX?? Ifykyk That was v random anyway, you might feel alone? Not in a depressing way though like I think some of you consider penetration as losing your virginity so you might take it away yourself by using a d1ldo. You could have it in public, (some of you are sooo bold) you'll probably be intoxicated, like someone might just watch you touch yourself/ mutual master6ation vibs fr. Sounds v nice tho but honestly this is nothing too hot or even scandalous but I feel like this will happen where there's a lot of people. A lil quickie but make it solo and voyeuristic.

4: honestly might not be that great. Yeah I feel like its gonna happen then you'll be over it. A few of you are ace/aro trying to prove to yourself that you are... You might talk about it afterwards with a few friends or for some of you, your first experience has more than one other person involved. It might be pretty bad I'm not sure if you'll regret it though. Im not seeing pain or anything serious,  but there's a lack of interest it might be boring or not arousing at all. I feel you might do this with someone you don't care about or it could be someone very random.

5: This could take awhile to manifest/ happen. You'll feel very contradictory thoughts while its happening like you can't make up your opinion. Honestly what will happen will be different scenarios for all of yiu so maybe I'll do a reading only focusing on the physical side of it (let me know!) but you might really like some aspects and hate others. I think you're really just exploring, i think your partner/ whoever you're having this with is into helping with that. For some of you, maybe you've never  mastur6ated or watched p0rn or talked about s3x so you really might have no clue what will feel good and Im guessing you're trying to figure that out. By all means have sexual experiences whenever you want to, including masturbating; if it’s not personally something you care about and you're perfectly happy without sexual experiences, you don't need to pay attention to it, regardless of whether other people think you have to:)

6: I'm hearing focus by Allie x, this person could be older than you. This may be a very masc coupling (or actual couple) with you and your person and I mean that in terms of gender expression/identity. Age is really emphasized, maybe you find them hotter because they're older (also please pleeasse remember age is NOT just a number, the concept of maturity exists, science and common sense easily prove it) Very chill experience, for some of you, you may think its a bit lackluster. This will happen on a bed or somewhere private for most people. You guys may argue over what to do to each other,  oddly enough. They feel much more sure of themselves than you when it comes to s3x but you might just disagree on some things.  Like for example,  you might want to go all out (something like full on penetration) but they just want to give you a handjob and have you cum a few times then stop. They might not even let you touch them, not bc they doubt you or don't like you, but they have a weird mindset that your first time needs to be about getting pleased and feeling more confidant with your partner so they're only focusing on you. Its honestly kind of cute, they feel stubborn in that they want to do "the right thing". I like this (sexual) partner of yours.

[sunflowersoonyoung]

sugar & spice | dk & hui

w.c ↠ 5.8k

pairing/s ↠ dk x fem!reader, hui x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ supernatural au!, incubus!hui, incubus!dk, smut, dom!hui, dom!dk, threesome, oral, throat fucking, size kink, multiple creampies, hard dom themes, hair pulling, a tiny bit of degradation and choking, lots of dirty talk

description ↠ during the day, women flock to restaurant Sugar & Spice as if hypnotised. during the night, those whom attracted attention from the staff members arrive with bright red invitations, and the friendly customer service staff reveal ulterior motives.

warning/s ↠ a bunch of girls are hypnotised, some occasional spooky vibes (I mean they are demons), sexual themes, rough sex, lots of cursing

a/n ↠ omgggg so this was a bit of a passion project that ended up accidentally being a decently long fic, these two actually match well in my opinion because they both have dazzling smiles (and power vocals)! two of my favourite smiles in the industry ;-; Jesus this is hot I have no words, just enjoy it lovelies eheh

requested by anon

It was approximately lunchtime when Miyeon arrived at the front door of your apartment, dressed with far more effort than you had expected, a blouse and a pleated skirt.

“Am I going to be a third wheel today? Are we meeting your boyfriend or something?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You glanced down at your outfit, feeling significantly underdressed in comparison.

Miyeon was your closest friend, and you immensely enjoyed hanging out with her. Men regularly approached her when you went out with her due to her graceful conduct and pretty features. However, she always turned them down coolly and effortlessly.

To watch it was endless entertainment.

When you had chosen that particular statement to tease her with, it was mostly flippancy. You did not expect the shy smile that painted her pearly lips.

“Actually, I think you should dress up too, (F/n). I’ll help you pick something.”

You did not dress up often - not even to events that called for it. Ever since your childhood romance had tragically broken up with you, your heart had been arid and unenthusiastic. You were no longer fond of attention.

“What sort of place are you taking me, Miyeon? Why do I have to dress up for it?” You inquired as you searched through your wardrobe with her at your side.

“It won’t entirely make sense until we get there,” she answered, chewing the corner of her lip nervously, “but, it’s like…have you ever heard of those butler cafes in Japan?”

You nodded. Of course, you had; they were fairly infamous.

“It’s sort of like that, but it’s far more intimate. The staff smile at you with these warm smiles, as if they like you.” She sounded almost dreamy as she described it.

“Are you sure you weren’t tipsy?” You asked, a question intended to be a joke.

But Miyeon looked at you, her expression wavering with anxiety and desperation as if she were pining for someone. That overwhelming desire to see someone once more. Someone had a firm hold on her, something you had never seen before.

You decided to change the topic because her response had suddenly made you nervous.

“I won’t look nearly as cute as you do, Miyeon,” you pouted, that smell of old clothes wafting into the room. You had left most of your wardrobe untouched for over a year.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, (F/n),” she smiled warmly, “you’re pretty. You just don’t show it off.”

Together you both selected a dress, a stretch of sky blue, flowy fabric adorned with soft yellow dandelions. It reminded you of the summer. Today, however, it was being worn for only a mildly warm spring afternoon.

You had to steel yourself before leaving the house, because you had not dressed up for so long that it made you a tad insecure.

You both drove in silence for a while because it seemed your companion did not want to talk. Every time you glanced towards her, her face was twisted with nervousness. You decided you did not want to delve into that emotion.

“How’s the food at this place?” You inquired finally, instead of the countless questions that were heavy on your tongue.

“I don’t really remember,” Miyeon’s words were almost a whisper, “good, I think.”

You could not even laugh. There was something ominous about her response. Your usually composed best friend had transformed into someone else. Someone who was clasping the wheel with white knuckles, the speedometer a few ticks above the speed limit.

After a half-hour drive to the neighbouring town, you arrived at a restaurant in a secluded spot, somewhere you would never have guessed to check for a site to dine.

The exterior of the building was painted entirely black, as if in an attempt to disguise it. Dark green vines were crawling up the sides. White neon lettering was set above the front door, unlit but still bold against the dark paint. They read ‘Sugar & Spice’.

The car park was mostly full, and their customers seemed to be made up entirely of women.

Miyeon lingered in the driver’s seat for a moment, a slow, shuddering breath rising in her chest. And then she turned her head to you, abruptly filled with glee.

“Let’s go,” she said.

You walked together through the car park, weaving between cars. Miyeon led the way inside the restaurant, and you inhaled a short gasp upon following her.

In contrast to the warm heat of the sunlight outside, inside the building was a comforting coolness that brushed against your skin.

The floor was a black and red painted wood tiling, varnished till it glistened. The tables were dark black wood with red tablecloths. Everything was in shades of black and red, fitting together in a way that was not overwhelming to the eyes.

From the perfectly crimson roses in white vases, to the thin veils of curtaining that bled pale light into the room, to finally the glittery chandelier that hung above everyone’s heads, scattering golden stars across every surface beneath it - it must have taken a stroke of interior design ingenuity because it seemed beautiful in a way that resembled a dream.

And then there were the waiters.

No matter which one you looked at, you seemed to discover a beautiful man each time. They wore these maroon vests, these crisp dress shirts and dark ties, and you flushed as your interest zeroed in on their tight black pants that seemed to cling to the flesh of their thighs.

One of the waiters approached you upon catching sight of you and Miyeon idling near the front.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he greeted, flashing you a dazzlingly bright smile. The golden nametag pinned on the breast of his vest read ‘Seokmin’ in cursive. His inky hair was gelled neatly, revealing his forehead.

You had almost entirely lost Miyeon to the strange hazy atmosphere, and so you took over.

“Good afternoon. Do you have a table available for two?” You asked.

“Certainly, honey,” Seokmin replied softly, and you could not help but flush; that nickname was far too flirtatious, “this way.”

You trailed him by a few metres as he took you both through the lines of tables. He collected a pair of menus on his way through, tucking them beneath his arm.

Miyeon sat opposite you dazedly, her attention elsewhere. You realised she was staring pointedly at another waiter serving a different table.

“I’ll be taking care of you both,” Seokmin began, and when you turned to meet his gaze, he winked at you, “raise your hand when you’re ready to order, and I’ll be right over. Is there anything else I can get you in the meantime?”

You now understood Miyeon’s vague description perfectly. Seokmin maintained eye contact with you as he spoke, and you felt as if the general murmur of conversation began to fade away.

Everyone else disappeared from your periphery; only Seokmin was there. You bit your bottom lip hard, and his hold over you shattered. The room around you swayed and then came back into focus.

“Um, just a jug of water, please,” you answered thinly, and Seokmin disappeared within moments. You patted the tablecloth in front of Miyeon, and she jolted back to attention.

“S-Sorry,” she stammered, “what is it?”

“This place is weird, Miyeon-ah,” you said, unnerve coiling around your vocal cords and making your words sound tight, “these waiters are abnormal.”

Goosebumps emerged as the sensation of eyes on you grew loud. You turned in your seat sharply, but there was no one.

“I know, isn’t it exciting?” Miyeon’s smile was far too sweet, “But is abnormal the right word? I think you mean that they’re supernaturally beautiful.”

“No,” you frowned, “it’s abnormal. Can we just get a couple of drinks and then leave?”

In comparison to your frown, Miyeon’s was of irritation and a flash of anger, like lightning. Her tone was almost aggressive as she argued with you.

“No, we drove half an hour to get here.”

You had never known her to speak so sharply before. Then, finally, it dawned on you that something had come across her, like an enchantment or perhaps a spell.

And then you looked more closely at the other patrons. In the few moments that you observed the room, you saw multiple girls knock their drinks, spill their food on their shirts, dropping their cutlery.

You remained quiet about it, feeling nerves prickle on your skin.

Deciding you did not want to pay any more attention to Miyeon because the sight of your possessed best friend was frightening, you kept your attention on the rest of the building. In the shadows at the edge of the room, you saw Seokmin and another male.

They were transparent, difficult to discern as if they were blending into the dark walls, but you could just see them by squinting. It seemed as if they were arguing about something, their expressions fierce and their conversation hushed.

Suddenly, their heads both turned towards you as if they could feel your attention. Seokmin’s face was cold and severe, something far more unnerving than the strange hold he had had on your earlier.

You jerked your head down to your hands to break away from him, realising you had taken fistfuls of the red tablecloths. By the time you looked back up, Seokmin was right beside your table with a jug of water.

That bright smile was back on his features, but it no longer felt genuine and charming. You looked desperately to Miyeon for help, to no avail. She was still observing that other waiter.

“You were watching us?” Seokmin’s lips were close to your ears as he crouched beside you, his breath sending shockwaves of electricity across your cheek.

“I-I didn’t see much,” you stammered, but he simply tutted in response, “but you saw us, right?”

You could not even add anything else, words trapped in your throat. You only nodded curtly.

Seokmin scoffed, “I guess he was right.”

And then he reverted to his original appearance, that warm and flirtatious waiter you had first met, although now you knew it was just a facade. You had seen his true colours, and they were shades of black and grey.

“Have you decided on anything?” Seokmin asked.

Your head was still spinning as you answered, “just an iced coffee, please.” You did not feel like eating.

Miyeon ordered pork cutlet ramen. As you watched her eat slowly, swallowing spoonfuls of broth, sweat began to gather in the crooks of your body.

You spent the entire meal on edge. Repeatedly, you felt the burn of eyes on the back of your neck or the side of your face. Occasionally, you caught two dark irises peering at you from the edge of your periphery, but when you looked directly at them, they would be gone. You tapped your foot impatiently, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

It was not entirely a bad or uncomfortable sensation. It was just different, like a cold shower. But once you grew accustomed to the stream of cold water, it was pleasant. Perhaps you had missed the attention after all.

Finally, you managed to uncover the owner of the searing eyes. It was not Seokmin, whom you had been expecting, but another staff member, the same one that had been arguing with Seokmin earlier.

He was just as beautiful, with thick lips and raven hair that trailed past his ears. His smile was also just as gorgeous. You swallowed beneath his attention.

The stranger wore an outfit that differed slightly from the others. Everything was the same, except for a golden sash around his waist. As you wondered why it was different, he ducked behind the bar, and it struck you that he was a bartender.

And then finally, Miyeon finished her meal, and she had no more excuses to remain there, so you dragged her back to the car.

Upon sitting in the driver’s seat, Miyeon burst into uncontrollable tears, burying her face in her hands.

“M-Miyeon, what’s wrong?”

“H-He served someone else. I can’t believe she served someone else,” she sobbed.

You could only stare at her in disbelief, truly disturbed.

Once she had collected herself, she drove you home in silence with tear-stained cheeks. Though you had been shaken up by your experience that afternoon, you were also impossibly inquisitive.

That evening, Miyeon sent you a text.

I don’t know why I acted like that, I’m sorry. I was being irrational. It was like I was in a dream.

You only responded that you understood because you did, sort of, but you also did not. Because you would never truly understand what had unfolded before you hours earlier.

As it became a well-worn thought in your mind, you began to want to return to Sugar & Spice. You had so many questions.

Why do all these girls flock to that restaurant? Why did they all look as if they had been hypnotised?

As if reading your mind, you received a letter that following Monday.

It came in an inky black envelope, emboldened against the usual white paper ones. You turned it onto its back, and it had been engraved with your name in golden lettering, Miss (F/n) (L/n).

You tore it open and withdrew a piece of folded scarlet paper from within. It had only a few paragraphs written on it, which read:

Dear Miss (L/n),

You are invited to attend the Sugar & Spice Twilight Gathering,

We hope to see you at 9 pm next Sunday in your best formalwear,

Sincerely,

The Staff at Sugar & Spice.

You spent the following week treasuring the letter, rereading it and keeping it tucked away in your pocket to savour. Skimming the words made your heart flutter every time.

You did not know how they knew where to send it or what your name was, but you could ask that alongside your previously devised questions. It was yet another supernatural thing to come from that restaurant.

During your time simultaneously panicked and excited over the invitation, you pored through your old dresses. You were pleasantly surprised to discover a black dress that Miyeon had once insisted you buy, with lace trim on the short sleeves.

It was easy enough to find shoes to match - half of your formal shoes were black.

On the night of the gathering, you paced around your apartment fully dressed an hour before you were supposed to leave. Your muscles were rigid with anxiety and a twinge of fear. You even briefly toyed with the thought of not attending.

What if you became entranced like Miyeon and the rest of the patrons had been? Would they all turn their attention to you and drag you in?

A low curiosity hummed inside you, constantly pulsing within you. It drove you to attend just to relieve it.

And so, you ended up in your car, retracing the drive to the Sugar & Spice restaurant.

Upon arrival, you discovered an empty car park. The neon sign above the entrance was now lit up, glowing a muffled white light. It felt ominous.

As you got out of the car and began to walk, you could have sworn that the shadows around you were moving, flitting across the corners of your vision. Now you wanted to get back in the car and drive home, your heart throbbing out of fear.

But instead, you entered the building, leaving behind that strange car park.

The room inside was drenched in golden light and a gentle warmth that made you feel immediately safer. However, it also lacked the people you had assumed would be inside.

It had the appearance that it was closed. Everything had been neatened and cleaned, chairs stacked, and dishes put back in their places. But the light was on, and the front door unlocked, so it could not be closed.

Right?

You scanned the room idly, beginning to suspect the letter to be a trick.

“You look lovely,” a voice spoke directly against your ear, breathing a cloud of hot air against your skin. You flinched and stumbled away.

It was that bartender you had observed the last time you were here. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, a gentle and kind expression. You could not help but stare at his petal-shaped lips. His nametag read ‘Hoetaek’. By the time you finished examining him, his face was shining in amusement.

“Thank goodness. I thought I was here alone. Are…aren’t there any other people? I thought this was a ‘gathering’,” you commented, gesturing to the empty room.

“Oh, there are other people here,” Hoetaek replied with a mischievous lilt.

Seokmin seemed to materialise out of nowhere. You were beyond being suspicious at this point, however.

“I was the one that invited her, Hyung,” he said, pacing towards you both.

“There are no rules,” Hoetaek retorted. Suddenly the air became hot and heavy, clinging to your frame.

Hoetaek’s arm drew around your waist and pulled you against him, his hand on your hip.

“We can share,” he hummed, “can’t we?”

Seokmin furrowed his brow in irritation, “you’re ridiculous. She’s mine.”

“Well, you should have gotten here first. She was up for grabs the moment she stepped through the door. I’m not going anywhere, so you’ll have to share,” Hoetaek responded firmly.

For a moment they were both silent, having a wordless standoff as they stared at each other. Finally, you slipped out of Hoetaek’s arm, frowning.

“I wish you would both stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

You blinked, and Hoetaek’s face was dangerously close to yours; his body craned because you were shorter than him. You could feel his breath skimming against your lips, see the darkness swirling beneath his soft and playful facade.

“On the contrary, we’re speaking like that because you’re here, sweetness.”

Suddenly your legs felt unsteady. Hoetaek seemed to sense that because his arms curled around your back to hold you. And then, abruptly and unpredictably, he kissed you. It was only a curt kiss, but it was enough to spread a blush from your neck to your face. Hoetaek grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

“I-I…what was that?” You spluttered, the only words you could manage.

“He’s teasing you,” Seokmin’s light voice came from behind you. He had caged you in against Hoetaek.”

“So you’re in?” Hoetaek asked Seokmin, looking at him over your shoulder. In response, the latter wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling your ass flush against his hips. You melted against him, impulsively deciding to give in to whatever their plans were.

“We’re going to show you someplace special,” Seokmin hummed lowly, “but once you go in there, you can’t walk back out until we’re done with you.”

Although your throat was dry and your body was taut with nerves, you were so fucking horny for them. Ever since you had felt the warmth of their hands radiating through your clothing, you had lost all inhibitions. It was as if their touch was magic.

“Show me,” you replied.

Seokmin flashed that thousand-watt smile at you and then at Hoetaek, who reflected at him his own bright, toothy grin.

“Let’s go, then, honey,” Seokmin said, and they interlaced their fingers with each of your hands, tugging you forwards.

There was a maze of corridors in the restaurant’s back, seemingly stretching endlessly past what was possible for a building of this size. There was a pitch-black door at every turn with golden doorknobs.

Hoetaek and Seokmin were arguing about something again, but you could not discern their words. Arousal was buzzing against your ears, blocking them out.

They seemed to come to an agreement, stopping in front of one of the doors. Hoetaek opened it, leading the three of you inside.

A wall of flowery perfume washed over you, fogging your already cloudy mind. Inside was a beautiful, plush bedroom, matching the general theme of inky blacks and vibrant reds.

There was a velvety crimson sofa, a black duvet on top of a wide queen-sized bed, and a single, flawless rose perched in a delicate base. You sensed that the rose was the source of the fragrant scent that was so dizzyingly strong.

You were light-headed, so you swiftly moved to the couch to ground yourself. You blinked, and Seokmin had stolen the remaining space beside you, leaving Hoetaek to frown.

“Don’t make that face, bartender,” Seokmin was grinning, “why don’t you get us a drink~?”

Hoetaek examined you both for a brief moment and then replied, “if I leave right now, I’ll miss out on all the action.”

Seokmin’s fingers ghosted over the wispy strands of hair against your temple.

“I suppose by now you’ve figured out what we’re after, haven’t you, honey?”

You had not precisely thought it, but you had sensed it. That feeling as if they were going to devour you, but not in a way resembling the usual definition of that word. Like they were going to fuck you, to ruin sex for you forever. To make them your first thought when you were horny.

Actually thinking that made a cascade of heat run from your scalp to your toes. You became hyper-aware of Seokmin’s weight on the sofa beside you. Said male was leaning close to you all of a sudden, his nose grazing your cheek.

“Wow,” Seokmin breathed, “you started smelling so fucking good right now. Did you know that?”

Your vision was misty as you turned to look at him. Your interest fluttered over his broad chest, the tan stretch of the skin of his neck, his sharp jaw, and then his eyes, which were aflame with desire.

Seokmin reached over and smoothed his hand over your cheek.

“S-Seokmin…please do something,” you mumbled, rubbing your thighs together for just an ounce of relief.

“Hmm? Do what?” He teased. He was so close that you could feel the heat from his lips ebbing against yours.

“Don’t toy with her,” Hoetaek chuckled, his voice echoing from somewhere near your knees. He slid his palms between your thighs and parted them, pushing the hem of your dress up to your hips. Every time his hands met your legs, there were fireworks of excitement in the pit of your belly.

“It drags things out,” Hoetaek continued, his fingers creeping up between your thighs and grazing your underpants, “makes things go too slowly. We all want the same thing, and it doesn’t help to dance around the topic.”

You yelped when he hooked his fingers beneath your panties, making direct contact with your tingling pussy. He was sliding his index finger between the wet folds, and you had to grasp Seokmin’s broad shoulders.

“H-Hoetaek,” you gasped, a plea for more, and he laughed, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I disagree,” Seokmin interjected, drawing your attention back to him. His lips brushed against yours in the slightest kiss you had ever received, “I like drawing it out.”

You leaned forwards to kiss him again, and as if to prove his point, he ducked his head back.

“The more desperate you get (F/n), the better.”

You sighed in frustration, and he chuckled amusedly, grasping your chin and finally kissing you.

It was a deep, slow kiss that simulated this sensation of being sucked into him, and then Hoetaek pinched your clit, and your daze was shattered. You tried to gasp into the kiss, but Seokmin swallowed it up, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. The sweet flavour of his saliva permeated your tastebuds.

“Mm, you’re getting wetter by the moment, sweetness,” Hoetaek purred.

And then he licked a stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh!” You breathed, earning a low laugh from Seokmin, “baby girl, you’re so responsive.”

Hoetaek began to work your pussy with his lips and tongue, using techniques that felt more like magic than oral. It was impossibly good, even before he slid two fingers inside of you. You threw your head back, your hands flying to Hoetaek’s dark hair. You needed something to hold onto before you ascended into the ceiling.

Your focus zeroed in on the jagged pleasure that was rushing through you, unrelenting cries passing from your lungs.

“Don’t forget about me,” Seokmin whispered against your ear, “I think you need something to shut you up.”

You turned to him, disorientated, wondering why he was moving around so much and coming to face his crotch directly. He was on his knees, unbuckling his belt with deft fingers, and when he pulled them down, he revealed a hefty bulge in his plain boxers.

“S-Seokmin,” you stammered, and he flashed at you that impossibly dazzling smile.

“Our names are pretty heavy on your lips tonight, aren’t they, honey?”

With that statement, he dropped both his bottoms, revealing his cock.

It was tan and quite veiny as if engorged with cum, but also rather thick, resembling the girth of a can of soft drink. There was no way your jaw would comfortably fit around him.

“I-I can’t,” you began, but Seokmin’s hand was in your hair before you could express your concerns any further, and your head was overcome with thoughts surrounding the potential flavour of him.

Your jaw was stretched to its limit as Seokmin pushed his cock inside your mouth, aching with exertion. He dragged you forwards forcefully, your nose meeting the small, trimmed blossom of dark pubes above his dick. His tip made contact with the back of your throat, and you gagged, spit spilling down your chin.

“Is it too big for you?” Seokmin laughed, “but you don’t care, do you, baby girl? You just want me to fuck your throat.” He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, uncaring that you were spluttering around him.

The combination of that and Hoetaek’s constant ministrations made your head feel light, an orgasm coiling around your core. Hoetaek’s fingers crooked, and you choked around Seokmin, your orgasm crashing over your head. Your vision was speckled with tiny stars, your legs trembling violently.

Hoetaek was licking his now glossy lips, sitting back on his heels.

“Delicious~,” he hummed happily. You could only give him a side glance because Seokmin’s grip on your hair was still firm. Finally, he released you, and your head lolled backwards, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the pearly head of his cock.

You did not even bother to wipe your chin. Instead, you looked directly at Seokmin, inwardly begging for more.

“On your feet, honey,” he ordered. Your limbs were quivering as you stood, stumbling almost drunkenly.

Both males assisted you to the mattress, sitting you on the edge of the bed between them both.

“This dress is cute and all, but I need it gone,” Hoetaek commented, tugging at the waist of the black fabric.

“Agreed,” responded Seokmin. They exchanged a glance, and then your body was bare, even your underpants gone. You clasped your hands over your breasts, defending them against the cold air.

“Mm, don’t do that,” Hoetaek murmured, and it was his turn to kiss you. He took your wrists and pulled them away from your chest, revealing your nipples to the atmosphere.

Hoetaek was far more rushed in his kisses. It made you feel crazed and flustered, and his lips were incredible and honeyed. In the meantime, Seokmin’s large hands palmed your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You groaned when Seokmin’s heated mouth enclosed over your peaked buds, suckling them between his teeth.

“Ah,” you breathed against Hoetaek, “when are you both going to fuck me?”

Both of them laughed softly, sharing amusement between them.

And then they were staring you down, ravaging you with their gaze only. Your vision fogged in arousal. Out of desperation and without hesitation, you turned to Hoetaek and began to unbutton his pants.

He helped you remove them alongside his boxers, unveiling quite a lengthy cock. You wrapped your fist around the base, and Hoetaek’s hand grasped your neck in retaliation. He squeezed lightly until you let go.

“Ah-ah,” his voice was almost a growl, “not so eager, sweetness. You’ll keep your hands to yourself, and you’ll do what we ask you to do. Got that?”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling.

“On your hands and knees, with your ass facing me,” Seokmin ordered from behind you, and you were quivering because all of a sudden, the air was cold and thick.

You had thought they were being mean earlier, but this had been nothing compared to now. Every ounce of warmth in their tones had dissipated.

You fucking loved it.

“Open up,” Hoetaek barely waited for you to get comfortable on your hands and knees before grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled sharply, forcing you to look up at him.

“Ah!” You hissed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He laughed coldly and sunk your mouth down on his cock. He was so lengthy that you could only get about halfway down before gagging.

Behind you, Seokmin was running his cock through your folds, doused with your cum from moments earlier.

“I’m gonna be nice and fuck you, even if your tiny pussy can’t take me,” Seokmin drawled, “and I’ll cum inside of you first. And then Hoetaek’s gonna take his turn fucking you too.”

But the sound of Hoetaek’s cock sloppily fucking your throat obscured your hearing, and so you barely registered Seokmin’s words.

You did not care what his plans were, anyway, as long as they were to fuck you until you could not take it anymore.

Seokmin began to push his thick cock inside of you, and you had the abrupt realisation that he was just a little bit too big for you.

The stretch stung - you groaned in response. But, eventually, he bottomed out, and you were full of him.

“You took all of me, baby girl,” Seokmin commented, almost out of disbelief.

You hummed, looking up at Hoetaek with the best doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled, flashing you a fleeting arrogant grin before burying his cock deep inside your mouth, purposefully making you choke.

Seokmin began to fuck you, having hardly waited for you to adjust before pistoning himself inside of you. It took him mere moments to grow relentless.

Your eyes screwed shut tightly, your head spinning between the two cocks. Drool was collecting on your jaw and your nose; it was everywhere because Hoetaek was being rather rough.

Hoetaek tugged on your hair again, and you opened your eyes in shock.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. Your vision was blurred with tears as you tried to keep your gaze steady on Hoetaek, staring into his lust-darkened eyes.

“Tell me you want me to cum inside of you, (F/n),” Seokmin said, his voice rising in volume, “say it!”

Hoetaek pulled his cock out of our mouth, and you gasped out of desperation, “please, I want you to fill me up with your cum!”

Seokmin’s thrusts grew wild. Your arms collapsed beneath you, and you face-planted into the duvet.

And then he came; you could feel it. His cum was hot, and because you were already so full of him, it spilled out and trickled down the insides of your thighs.

You breathed heavily, exhausted, laying flat against the bedding. You could vaguely hear and feel them shifting around.

All of a sudden, strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you back against someone’s soft shirt. You blinked away the fuzz of your vision and recognised Seokmin, kneeling in front of you, baring his teeth in a cheeky grin.

“You can take more, can’t you?” Hoetaek purred, his hot breath fogging against your neck. The length of his cock was leaning against the plush flesh of your inner thigh.

“Please,” you slurred, and both of them laughed.

“You’re such a slut,” Seokmin growled, cupping your face and kissing you.

And as he kissed you, Hoetaek’s long cock pushed inside of you. Seokmin had stretched you out enough for him to enter you with ease, but he hit a wall inside of your pussy before he could bottom out, a spot that had remained untouched for your entire life.

It was simply a different sensation to Seokmin. Not better or worse. It was just as good but in a different way and equally as dizzying.

Hoetaek seemed more vocal in comparison to Seokmin - but perhaps that was just because his lips were so close to your ears. He was emitting these low hums from deep in his chest.

As Hoetaek fucked his cock in and out of you, Seokmin withdrew from the kiss to stare directly at you. Your eyes were half-lidded as you peered back.

“You look so fucked out,” he laughed, “I bet I can make you even more fucked out, though.”

Your mind was so sluggish that it took you a few moments to register his statement, and by then, his hand was already between your legs. He began to rub harsh circles over your clit.

“Oh my, fuck!” You exclaimed, having hardly expected that. Your clit was so sensitive that you came instantly, your vision whiting out as your pussy clamped down around Hoetaek.

Hoetaek breathed something between a laugh and a groan, and as you came down from your orgasm, you realised his cum was dripping down your thighs as well, his hot semen mingling with Seokmin’s.

Both of them released you, and you fell flat against the covers, fatigue seeping into every muscle on your body. The duvet was cool and comfortable, and you sunk into a blissfully happy state.

“(F/n).”

Seokmin was smiling down at you sweetly when you finally gathered the strength to turn your head towards him. They had both reverted to their kind, gentle facades that they had first greeted you with.

“Why don’t you have a sleep?” Seokmin offered, “we’ll keep you company.”

Hoetaek was sitting on the bed beside you, his eyes crinkling warmly.

“Really? I’ll get the sheets dirty,” you frowned, only now noticing the sheen of sweat layered on every inch of your body.

The two of them exchanged an amused smirk as if sharing an inside joke.

“Don’t worry, sweetness. These sheets have seen a lot,” Hoetaek hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You slept that night between two dangerously attractive men, waking with disbelief dawning on you once you recounted the previous evening.

They sent you off with a black piece of paper, and to summarise the text written on it; you were allowed to return to the restaurant at any time and steal them to satiate yourself.

You would spend countless nights shared between them because their hands, and their cocks, were so much better than anyone else.

[goddess-evelle]

Better than gold

Well, this is the first part of the story; I accidently made it very spicy. I had it done, and then I started writing the second part. I added a lot of stuff, and it ended up extra spicy. The second part is worst. The second part is very very very extra spicy not smut though not yet.

P.S. I know that Techno has said he is uncomfortable with shipping with other streamers. I know some people have said that he doesn't like nsfw; however I haven't found anything where he says that. BUT if any of you have a clip of it send it to me and I will gladly change the story. The NSFW part of the story is not too important so I can change it without a problem. Make something very very fluffy.

Summary: Techno has always been attracted to you and you are equally affected by him.  Both of your feelings intensify when you suddenly must live with his family. How will he be able to control himself when the voices go crazy when he is close to you. How can you avoid the pretty eyes that follow your every step and every curve?

Pairing: Technoblade x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive ( mentions of morning wood, sexual thoughts, sex dreams), NSFW ( in future chapters), The voices really, really like you. The voices are shameless.

The voices talk in italic.

Prologue

Part I ( you are here now)

Part II

Part III

Part I

Taking a note of the last mentioned Philza made sure to observe your interactions with Techno. Even now at 19 and 18 years old you both maintain the cute stares, blushes and giggles when you talked. However, things were going to change soon. When a specific someone grows old enough to have heats.

 P.O.V. Technoblade

I woke up to the sound of Tommy yelling something about breakfast, and how I should get up before he eats it all. I got the covers out of my body and stared down at the bulge in my pants it was getting annoying how this had been happening for a whole week. I had been waking up from the most vivid dreams for a week. The dreams had one thing in common y/n was always the protagonist, and to make this worst I always woke up with a raging hard on. Taking a deep breath; I made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower; I felt something bump into my chest. My eyes follow the track of who is in front of me finding y/n’s eyes staring back at me. I feel like my breath got stuck in my throat as I watch her hold onto her towel; small drops of water sliding down her neck following the lines of her pretty collar slowly sliding past her collarbone. My eyes follow the drop until it gets lost in the small cleavage seen; the drop gets lost past my point of view, and I find myself wishing I would see just where that drop is going to end up in. Surprised at the thought that came to my mind. Normally the vulgar thoughts were controllable, but today I just could not keep my eyes off her.

We want to see, let us see, I’m pretty sure that drop is going down her stomach, we need to see, let us taste, taste, TASTE.

The voices are quick to state their opinions as I try my best to stop my mind’s wondering, but it is too late as I felt my cock pulsate at the vulgar thoughts. I dismissed the feeling remembering that we are in the hallway just outside the bathroom.

It would take us only two steps to get them into the bathroom with us, get them into the bathroom with us, let’s see where that drop lead to, let’s show her what she has been doing in our dreams.

My mind comes back to the reality when I see her lips moving, and before the voices can comment I reply to her apology.

-Don’t worry about it; I just got distracted- My voice rough as I make my way into the bathroom. However, the voices don’t miss the way her breast push softly against my arm, and neither does my cock as it pulses yet again angry at the lack of attention is receiving. I close the bathroom door softly breathing in as the voices chant about her breast pushing against me.

Soft, soft, want to touch, soft, touch, squeeze, TOUCH, squeeze is better, SQUEEZE.

I quickly hop in the shower; trying to shut down the voices. I shut my eyes as the cold water falls from my body. Feeling as it almost burns against my hot skin. Fast breaths leave my mouth as I try to calm myself down from the pain in my lower parts. After my shower I go back to my room, and get dressed going downstairs to eat some breakfast.

I hope they made golden carrots, want golden carrots, carrots are good.

My eyebrows frowned at the voices asking for carrots, and the desire to eat carrots. Eating breakfast quickly (bread and berries) feeling slightly disappointed as I wanted carrot. Phil mentioned something about needing to get some blaze rods. Hoping that one of us would get them.

-Techno, Y/n can the two of you go get the blaze rods? I really need them- Phil said. Sighing I looked over at y/n who looked ready for the adventure.

- Well why can’t one of us just go? It would be quicker - I asked softly; taking note of y/n’s soft shivering at the rumble of my voice.

Nice she likes it, she likes us, talk in her ear, let’s see her reaction.

“It’s better if two of you go. That way I know nothing bad will happen. You two can leave tomorrow make sure you rest well.” Phil stated. The conversation ending quickly after that.

“Well, until then I’m going to make some golden carrots.” I stated softly. Earning a weird look from Philza.

“Techno you have 45 golden carrots left.” Philza said slowly.

“I… just want more carrots.”  I said softly earning a concerned look from Philza.

“Well, I can help you get carrots Tech.”  My head moved quickly at the sound of y/n’s voice.

Yes she needs to be with us, we want her close, keep her close.

“That sounds good, you can help me collect them.” I said noticing how my voice deepened slightly as I talked to her.

“Eh y/n? could you give me a moment with Techno?”  Philza asked looking between y/n and I.

“Sure, I’ll go get ready to pick the carrots.” She said starting to walk upstairs.

[americasass91]

The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18​ asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.  

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

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Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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Dirty Mind | Yuta (m)

Part of this playlist fic!

Pairing: Yuta x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+ only, mature language, explicit sexual content, protected sex

 She’s got a dirtier mind than my mouth. 

Holy fuck, the man is hot as hell. I’d let him absolutely rail the shit out of me, you thought to yourself when a mutual friend of yours, Mark, first introduced you to his friend, Yuta, after a victorious soccer game. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he smiles, showing off his pearly teeth, as he extends his hand out for you.

His long, black hair tied in a low ponytail that you imagine threading your fingers in between to pull on, and his long fingers painted with black nail polish that you want shoved knuckles deep in your pussy. 

You can’t believe you’re having such impure thoughts about someone you just met, but you couldn’t help yourself in the presence of such an attractive person.  

“Nice to meet you too, Yuta,” you take his hand in yours and shake hands.

When his attention is no longer on you because someone else came to congratulate Yuta on his win, you continued to gaze at him from afar until you felt a nudge against your arm, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Hey, are you staring at Yuta?” Haechan asks as he follows the direction of your eyes.

“What? No, I wasn’t,” you quickly deny, hiding your flustered face.

“Oh my god, you totally were!” he gasps.

You groan, “Okay, yes I was staring at him. Sheesh, I didn’t realize how obvious I was making it.”

“Holy shit, are you into Yuta?” he asks. 

“Maybe… god, he’s so hot,” you reply honestly. “He probably has a huge dick. Fuck, I would let that man rearrange my guts in all kinds of positions.”

“Ew, okay, I didn’t need to hear that,” he grimaces, disgusted. He wishes he didn’t have that visual in his head.

You meant it though. Bless Mark for introducing you to such a fine ass man. 

As a celebration for winning the game, his frat house throws him and the other soccer players that are in the fraternity a party. 

Thankfully, you had some connections, aka Mark and Haechan, so you only knew about the party through him and were able to get invited. 

Throughout the party, as you mingle with other people and some friends, you couldn’t help but occasionally search the crowd for a certain someone. 

Your eyes wander from people to people until you finally spot him with a beer can in his hand while chatting with his friends. Yuta sports a white tee and ripped black jeans, looking fine as always. 

Your head is empty besides the thought of riding Yuta’s thighs, staining his pants with your juices while he showers you with praises for being such a good girl. 

“Why don’t you just go up and talk to him instead of staring at him like a creep?” 

You look at Haechan with narrow eyes, “And say what?”

“I don’t know. ‘Hey I think you’re hot. Wanna fuck?’” he suggests.

“Are you crazy? I just met him like a few days ago, there’s no way I can say that.”

“I mean it’s better than just staring at him like a creep,” he mumbles.

Was I being creepy? You wonder and mentally slap yourself.

You tried, emphasis on ‘tried’, to keep your staring to a minimum of just a few quick glances, but unfortunately, you were not very good at being subtle with your staring because, damn, was it hard for you to look away from Yuta sometimes, so said man has caught you multiple times. He notices you staring at him, and honestly, you peaked his interest. He wonders what you are thinking about when you stare at him like that.

He finds it cute how you would awkwardly look away when Yuta catches you staring, your face turning a shade of pink pretending like he didn’t just catch you.

“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night,” Jungwoo states as he leans against Yuta. 

“Yeah, I know,” Yuta says as he takes a sip of his beer. “She’s pretty cute.”

“I can tell she’s into you. I even heard from Haechan that she talks about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuta perks up at this new information. “What does she say about me?”

“How you’re hot and that she’d let you rearrange her guts in all kinds of positions,” Jungwoo repeats Haechan’s words.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Yuta mumbles as he bites the nail of his thumb to suppress the grin spreading across his face. 

“Why doesn’t she just make a move already? She’s practically making it obvious.” Jungwoo wonders.

Yuta doesn’t think you would dare approach him first, so Yuta knew he had to make the first move.

I want to be the person that you do it to

After way too many drinks, you needed to pee so you excuse yourself to search for the restroom. You’re pretty tipsy but you can walk a straight line, so you can manage yourself just fine. 

After using the restroom, you walk down the hallway, passing by the frat member’s rooms, and stopping dead in your tracks when something captures your attention.

You don’t mean to be intrusive and just walk into someone’s room, but when you notice a soccer jersey hung nicely on the wall with the last name ‘Nakomoto’ in full display, you realize this must be Yuta’s room. 

You peek around to see if anyone is looking before carefully making your way into his room and close the door halfway behind you. You won’t stay long enough for someone to see you in the room, but you just wanted to see what his room would be like. 

His room is quite simple, a bed, a desk, a laptop, a closet, and soccer gear scattered around his room. It was a little messy, like the blanket messily tossed on the bed, and some papers and textbook thrown around the floor, but honestly it was what you typically imagined a male college student’s room to look like. Honestly, it kind of just screams Yuta in your opinion.

You walk up to examine his soccer jersey, imagination running wild with thoughts of Yuta fucking you while you’re wearing his soccer jersey. 

Oh, what you would give to make that dream come true to let Yuta do nasty things to you until you’re fucked dumb. 

After examining his room and jersey, you turn around to leave but your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you see Yuta leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed around his chest staring intently at you. How long has he been standing there and how did you not even hear him?

 “Hey, you. Whatcha doin’ in my room?” The man asks.

“Oh...I-uh was just- um- I wanted to admire your jersey up close,” you laugh awkwardly, cringing at your very lame and probably unbelievable excuse, but it was the best thing you could come up with under pressure. 

“Oh really? What do you think about when you look at my jersey?” he asks as he slowly starts to approach you. 

You gulp when he’s getting closer and closer to you. “I just thought about how cool you were when you won that soccer game.”

“Oh really?” Yuta stops when he’s standing right in front of you, blocking you from any escape routes. “I think you’d look cute in it.”

Are you just hearing things or did Yuta just say what you think he just said? 

You blush, “O-oh, thanks.”

He unhooks his soccer jersey from the hanger and turns to you, “But you’d look even cuter wearing it while I rearrange your guts on my bed.”

You feel your heart skip a beat before your face turns beat red now as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“So..I heard that you think I’m hot and you’d let me fuck you,” Yuta takes a step closer until his face is right in front of you, looking down at you with dark eyes, “Want to turn that fantasy into a reality with me?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing, and you feel something snap inside you. This devilishly handsome man right here is asking if you wanted to have sex, and who were you to say no? There was no way you were letting this opportunity pass. 

“Fuck, yes,” you breath out as your lips attack his in a hungry kiss. 

She just wants to fuck me all the time

That’s how you ended up in Yuta’s bed, wearing only his oversized soccer jersey, with your face down ass up, while his dick slams into your soaking cunt at an animalistic pace. 

Both your lips are swollen red from kissing and eating each other’s mouths. Your original clothes and his clothes are discarded all around the floor as you both try to strip as fast as possible. You get into his jersey while he rolls a condom on. 

The party is still going on outside but the door is locked, so no one can interrupt you two. But honestly, you and Yuta probably would not be opposed to leaving the door unlocked for someone to walk in on you while you’re in the middle of the deed. It just adds to the thrill of being caught. 

The blaring music from the living room helps drown out the sound of skin slapping against skin, the moans, and the bed creaking with every thrust.

His length is stretching your walls and filling you to the brim that you can feel every ridge of his dick. 

“Damn babe, you feel so good,” Yuta breathes. “Your pretty little pussy being stuffed full of my cock.”

“Y-yuta,” you whimper. 

“God, I could fuck you all day until you can’t walk for a week and you’re covered in my marks to let everyone know what a dirty little slut you are,” Yuta purrs.

The dirty talk is making you even more turned on. You can’t believe that this man is actually fucking you right now after fantisizing about this moment for so long. 

Yuta watches his member disappear inside of you as he thrusts forward. You look so small in just his jersey and he wants to absolutely ruin you. He couldn’t help but slap your bare butt, causing you to yelp.

You grip the bed sheets and throw your head back when Yuta repositions himself and brushes against a certain spot that had you seeing stars. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach is ready to burst and you disregard any thoughts of holding back your voice. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you could cry. Your mind is clouded with lust and desire that you can’t think straight anymore.

“I’m close,” you breathe.

Yuta’s thrusts become even more harsh and his grip on your hips will surely leave marks. He bites his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his dick because he feels his release coming soon as well.

With one final thrust, a silence scream escapes your lips as you release all over his cock while Yuta groans as he shoots his seeds inside the condom. 

You both pause for a moment, just catching your breaths while Yuta remains still inside of you. Your heads are spinning after that intense climax just now. You both stare at each other’s exhausted and sweaty state. 

After a few seconds, he pulls out of your entrance, leaving you feeling hollow and you whine a bit which makes Yuta chuckle. He discards the used condom into his trash bin and settles next to you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

You turn to admire post sex Yuta, his hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that accumulated on his skin and his chest rising up and down as he inahles and exhales oxygen. 

You smile before climbing on top of Yuta to take a seat on his lap, surprising the man. 

“Round two?” You suggest.

Yuta stares at you with wide eyes, shocked by your stamina of wanting to go again, before bursting out into laughter. “Ride me this time.”

Hopefully, no one will be looking for you or Yuta because you two might be at it for a while.