#like literally it just popped into my head like hey you're gonna be mad about the arch enemy v photographer controversy today lmfao

[crmsndragonwngss]

Can you share more of the Arch Enemy drama? Or did I miss a post you already did?

Oh no this happened a while back, long before I changed the direction of this blog. But sure, I’d be happy to! And I'm sorry this took so long! I wanted to get all my facts straight and cite all my sources, and then my brother called and I talked to him for like an hour lol

Anyway, here's a very lengthy rundown under the cut!

First, it’s fair to note that Jeff’s split with Arch Enemy in 2023 was amicable and he only had wonderful things to say about them. When the real drama went down with the photographer happened in 2018, he said absolutely nothing, which idk I think that speaks volumes. Jeff Loomis isn’t one to rock the boat and never really has been, so this wasn’t a surprising reaction at all. I’d love to hear his thoughts on it, but that will never happen. I'm not sure about whether the rest of the band weighed in on the controversy. I don't follow any of them and never have.

But anyway, basically what happened with Jeff was Michael Amott, founder, guitarist, and songwriter for Arch Enemy, essentially froze him out of the songwriting process. Jeff had expressed in 2018 that he had lots of ideas he really wanted to pitch to the band, but was always met with a firm pass because supposedly none of his ideas fit with the style Arch Enemy was known for. He went on to say that he had written several songs for Will to Power (2017), but they didn’t make it on the record, again because of style, but that he did get to do some solos that time around, which made him happy. He didn't get to write anything for Deceivers (2022) either.

Like imagine hiring Jeff Loomis, the lead guitarist and songwriter of Nevermore, one of the greatest bands that ever fucking existed, and then never giving him a chance to actually be Jeff Loomis. That’s not a coincidence. Alissa White-Gluz even said that she wanted to work with Jeff in her upcoming solo project, which has yet to happen because she's been too busy with Arch Enemy. She even noted in 2015, a year after Loomis joined the band, how good the band's chemistry is on stage, despite, y'know, the whole not allowing him to write anything part.

Now don’t get me wrong, Michael Amott is a genius and a legend in his own right, but holy shit, you call yourself the man’s friend and then let him stagnate in the band you asked him to join? The fuck? Also note that Christopher Amott and Nick Cordle were both credited as songwriters in albums they appeared on. Loomis is the only guitarist in their personnel history to only have one credit next to his name (not including a temporary touring guitarist). I guess we'll see how they credit Loomis's replacement, Joey Concepcion (who is Christopher Amott's... I guess you could say protégé, so do with that information what you will).

Also, as an aside, Michael Amott has a notoriously toxic outlook on the metal scene. He's stated that he doesn't listen to current metal, his reasoning being some better-than-you if you've heard it once you've heard it all bullshit. He's also said that he thinks metal should stay underground, stating that, "this is an alternative to the mainstream; it's an alternative to all that very premeditated, cynical approach to music. I mean, this is something that's from the heart and soul, and I want it to stay that way." Y'know, implying that only underground music can possibly be from the heart and soul, despite Arch Enemy themselves being one of the most mainstream death metal bands in the industry (which Blabbermouth hammered home in the lines below that particular quote). The dude has always read as an asshole to me, but that's just my opinion.

Now on to the meat and potatoes of why I strongly dislike Arch Enemy, which is what I have a feeling you're actually asking about. This is where the band outed itself as a vitriolic hit team, and the entire reason I will never listen to their music again. As a photographer myself who has had my work exploited because the thieves didn't value or respect my copyright, this hit real close to home for me, so I admit that I may have taken and continue to take this a little more personally than perhaps I should, but I digress.

The controversy centers around the tremendously talented J. Salmeron, a Dutch concert photographer and journalist for Metal Blast Magazine. He's also an attorney, and is no stranger to issuing take down notices. Essentially, one of his photos was reposted by Thunderball Clothing, who designed Alissa White-Gluz's stage outfit, in a misguided effort to use the image as advertisement. They reposted it from Alissa's instagram, who had reposted it from Metal Blast. Salmeron, and indeed many togs who do this sort of work, often allow artists to repost pictures of themselves without asking for permission first. It's... really not polite to do that, but it's usually not commercial in nature so most folks'll let it slide. People often wrongly assume that they are allowed to use photos of themselves for free and for whatever they want just because they're in it, and metal frontwomen are no exception. The photographer is the sole copyright owner of any image they take, full stop. If you wish to use a picture of yourself that a photographer took, you'll usually have to pay for it.

So Salmeron sent the clothing company a take down notice that you can read in full here, but this is the part that pissed everybody off:

In general, I charge a fee of at least €500 (five hundred Euro) to businesses that have posted my work in an unauthorized manner. In this case, however, I would be willing to forget about this problem and let you keep up the above post in exchange for a donation of €100 (one hundred Euro) to the Dutch Cancer Foundation. This is an organization that seeks to benefit cancer research as well as improve the quality of life of cancer patients. I can send you a link for the donation (which would be direct to the foundation, not through me) if you accept this method of payment.

Instead of responding to the take down notice, the designer of the clothing company decided to email Angela Gassow, former frontwoman and current manager of Arch Enemy, accusing him of threatening her. I really, really recommend reading Salmeron's article, because he gives a brief once over of what exactly is and is not legal regarding photography copyright, as well as highlighting the truly shitty and grossly exploitative behavior many musicians aim at photographers, who are fellow artists and who are just as essential to the music industry as actual musicians are. Also, keep in mind that the designer did apologize to Salmeron. She admitted to her mistake and attempted to rectify the situation, which Salmeron privately and later publicly accepted in an effort to shield her from a lot of really undeserved hate overzealous supporters lobbed her way. This hate was NOT a result of Salmeron's article, it was a result of Angela and Alissa straight up lying about everything.

Long story short, Salmeron ended up getting banned from all future Arch Enemy concerts for life, and so did his publication. Then Angela and Alissa both attempted to slander him all over the industry by copying in the label reps and booking agents they work with, whom Angela promised would alert promoters to the falsehoods she invented to demonize him in a blatant attempt to destroy his career. She ended up destroying the clothing designer's career instead, but she'd never admit to that. The best part? This isn't even the first time this has happened. Another Dutch concert photojournalist, Anouk Timmerman, was blacklisted from shooting Arch Enemy shows for life in 2009 after she asked Angela Gassow to take her photos off of her personal website, lest she be invoiced 75,000 euros per photo, for a total of eight photos.

So yeah, they're just really toxic, shitty people and I'm glad Jeff Loomis finally decided to ditch 'em lol

[grey342]

Hii! I’m so glad to see someone currently writing bradley cooper fics because honestly PHIL CAN GET IT. i wanted to request maybe a jealous!phil where reader goes on a friends bachelors trip and knowing Phil’s past he gets all angsty, as smutty as you’d like :) honestly anything you’d write id love!!

Don't leave me

Jealous! Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil's girlfriend goes on a trip for a bachelorette party and he's not happy about it.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Phil being dramatic, Phil being jealous (Obv), lingerie, slight handjob, P in V, riding and praise.

authors note - Thank you so much for this request and the sweet compliment! I gotta be honest i'm not a huge fan of angst so I made Phil a lil more dramatic and kinda sassy. I still hope you like it :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

This man is gonna be the death of me.

The main thought running through your head whilst packing. His remarks and whines can be heard from the next room.

Your close friend was having her bachelorette party this weekend but, she also wanted to spend a couple of days with the bridal party before her wedding. So you all decided to spend a long weekend in Vegas. And Phil is not happy about it.

"I mean, I don't get why you have to go," you roll your eyes at him, "it's not like she's your best friend."

"Oh yeah? And who is?" You retaliate, smirking.

"Me." He scoffs, as if this is obvious information, walking into the room. You take one look at him and start laughing.

You're not stupid, you kind of guessed why he was so mad about you going but now. He's made it really clear for you.

"What's so fucking funny?" He says confused, placing his hands on his hips. A gesture you would usually find attractive but right now, it's making you laugh even harder.

"I just, uh, I can't believe it," you say in between wheezes, " I mean. I had an idea but now it's so obvious." You quietly chuckle.

"What? What is? You're not making any sense." He declares, clearly getting frustrated. After calming yourself down you finally say-

"You're jealous." Apparently, it's now his turn to burst out laughing.

"What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" He managed in between laughs.

"You're jealous. You're so insistent on me not going, you're trying to tell me all the bad things about the girls. I mean you literally just said "she's not your best friend, I am." You're SO jealous." You clarify.

He's silent just staring at you. You can see the clogs turning in his head to try and come up with a good response. You swear you can see the light bulb appear on top of his head.

"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better about leaving me. For a whole weekend might I add." He says almost sassily and walks out of the room. Clearly proud of himself.

"Sweetie," you sigh, "it's only three days. I'll be back before you know it. We can text throughout the day and call every night." You try to deal.

"Or I have a better idea... don't go and we can talk all day and all night. Face to face."

You groan in frustration. You cannot believe this is the type of conversation you were having with your grown ass boyfriend. Pick the sassy men they said. You internally roll your eyes.

You walk into the living room to see him practically pouting on the couch. Scoffing, you go to walk away when an idea pops into your head.

"Hey Phil, if you stop complaining right now you can have your present early." He looks at you confused.

"What the fuck do you mean "present"?"

"Well since you are so predictable," you emphasise the last word, " I knew you would act like this when I said i'm going on a trip. So, I bought you something as a "sorry for leaving you, you big baby" gift."

"You did?" You can see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes my little princess but, clearly you are a lot more upset than I anticipated so i'm willing to give it to you early. If you want it that is." You wager. There's a long pause where he's weighing out his options.

"Okay," he clasps his hand together, " I have decided that I would like my present early. BUT I still want one for when you come back." He leans back on the couch, glowing with pride.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He rubs his hand together in anticipation as you leave the room.

Moments later you're shouting down the hall, "close your damn eyes." He grunts in disapproval.

"Okay and open." He does and your met with a groan that also sound like a moan.

"Oh baby." You're stood in front of him in a lingerie set, barely covering anything. Plus it's in his favourite colour.

"Am I forgiven?" You say, moving down to straddle his lap.

"Yes. A million times yes." He exclaims instantaneously as you giggle.

His mouth meets yours passionately, with your teeth and tongues clashing. His hands make their way down to your ass and yours to his chest. Pushing him lightly so his back meets the couch.

His slowly starts to kiss your jaw, then down your neck and finally the top of your chest. He looks up at you, almost pleading, and you give him a look of approval. His hands move around your back to unclasp your bra.

He slides it off at an agonisingly slow pace. When the bra is fully off he stares at your chest in awe. He moves his head down taking one nipple in the mouth and groping the other. You let out a content sigh.

He switches over, repeating the same process as you began to rock slowly, back and forth, on his lap. His moans vibrate on your chest as your breaths turn into pants.

You reach down in between you and start pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants, indicating you want them off. He knows what you want and immediately begins to pull them down. You look down and eagerly take him in your hand. You swipe your thumb over the tip and began pumping up and down.

"Fuck.." He groans. You push your panties over to the side and slide onto him. Both of you moaning in unison. You'll never get used to the way he feels, filling you up perfectly.

Once you're both ready, you begin to move back and forth, riding him. His hands take sanctuary on your hips, slowly guiding you. You lean down, placing your mouth on his, capturing his groans in your mouth.

"You're doing so good. Riding my dick so well baby, my good girl." He says against your mouth. He reaches down and starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You whimper at the contact.

"Oh fuck, do that again." Obeying his orders you do it again. He uses his other hand to begin assisting you in bouncing up and down. Your movements begin to change pace, going faster.

His groans and your whimpers becoming louder. He dick twitching inside of you, indicating he's close. You ride faster and bounce harder. He in turn, quickens his movements on your clit and his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises for later.

"Oh shit, Phil.. I'm close."

"I know honey, I know hold on a lil longer." He pants. Your cries being the response. Your head thrown back, eyes screw shut.

"Hey, look at me. I wan't you to look at me when you cum." He demands. You immediately open your eyes and stare into his. His gaze possessive.

"Oh fuck, Phil." You whine.

"Let go baby, give it to me." That send you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over and your body began to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit." He says as he fills you up, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from your highs, he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful." He places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Mhm, i'm still going." You stand up and start walking towards the bedroom.

"Ah! Come on honey, i'm the love of your life! You can't leave me!" He calls out, following you.

[autistic-inmate]

SUPERNATURAL LUCIFER X FEM!READER

(Reader is referred to as sister)

- You joke around with Lucifer and your brother, Dean, doesn’t like it :)

fluff 😇

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I walked into the room that my brothers were in, "Where's Clarence?"

"Not sure, said he had some angel business to deal with." Dean muttered as he continued to stare at his laptop screen. I sighed and fell down onto one of the chairs "I'm booorreedd." I whined and nobody said anything, "Ok I guess I'll go annnd.." I paused while I thought about what to do, "Find a case." Normally they would 'advise' not to because it could be dangerous on my own, but they didn't even look up. Maybe I should elaborate, "Actually you know what? I'm gonna go find a vamps nest." Ok they definitely wouldn't let me go alone. But I still got no answer.

"Ignore everything I just said, I can't be bothered. I think, I'm just gonna go talk to one of the angels." I hoped that would get their attention considering they dislike most of them. "Hey, I should go talk to the devil, I mean he's probably pretty lonely." Ok that must have gotten there attention. Nope, still nothing.

Alright well, "Lucifer. You know? Satan?" That caught their attention and Dean glared at me but I smiled innocently. Sam looked at me over his laptop, "What? Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out and I feel like I haven't slept in years, did you say something about Lucifer? Has something happened?" I could tell I hit a bit of a nerve by mentioning his name but how else was I supposed to get their attention. "No, well yes I said I should go talk to him 'cause he's probably lonely." I smiled innocently at them again but they didn't look very happy.

"Don't even joke about that. I don't want you anywhere near him." I could tell Dean was serious but I didn't understand why. Well, I did, I knew why. He's killed people, he wanted Sam as a vessel, he tried to start the apocalypse and he is Satan. But I know a side to Lucifer that they don't, a side to him that's not all death and destruction.

I was about to speak but I felt the temperature drop. I saw the panic in Sams face and Dean reached for his gun by instinct. "You called, darling?" Oh joy, Lucifer is here.

"What a pleasant surprise." I turned to face him with the fakest, most cheesiest grin I could manage. "You were thinking off me so damn much that it basically came to me like a prayer, why were you thinking about me, Y/N?" He smirked as he walked closer to us and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about how much of an ass you are, my brothers here were agreeing." I smirked right back at him and he scoffed "I know you like me really and you enjoy my company more than anyone else's, you're not fooling anyone." He shrugged slightly like what he had just said was painfully obvious.

"Ok that's enough, I can't take it anymore. Lucifer what the hell are you doing here, really?" Dean looked pretty mad that I was joking around with the devil but who can blame me, he's quite funny when he's not trying to start world war three.

"You act like I'm about to try and start the apocalypse Deany, I mean c'mon, I'm totally over all that now." He smiled like he just told Dean he'd bought him some flowers and baked him a cake. "Right of course, I'm sorry for assuming the worst from the literal devil, you must've just popped in to give me chocolate and watch a movie with us." Dean spoke sarcastically and Lucifer pretended to be offended and shook his head. "Wow. I know you don't like me, but that was harsh. I mean, I really did come here to watch a movie. Not with you exactly, but that is the reason. I can't believe you think so lowly of me Deano." Lucifer matched Deans sarcastic tone and it just pissed my brothers off even more, meanwhile I found it to be good entertainment.

"First of all, stop adding letters onto my name. Secondly, if you mean that you came to watch a movie with my sister? You can forget it. I won't let you get anywhere near her." Aaaaaand protective brother mode is officially on. "I'm already near her." Lucifer scoffed as he walked closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Dude get your big ass arm off of me." I tried to shrug his arm off but he added another arm so he was giving me a really weird side hug, successfully trapping me in his arms.

However before I could complain anymore, a sudden gunshot echoes throughout the room and it makes me flinch. Lucifer let go of me with a grunt. "Ouch." He pouted like a child that didn't get his own way.

I turned to look at him and realised that Dean had shot him. "Was that really necessary, Dean? I can handle myself against big ole pouty satan over here." I felt him poke me at the insult so I looked back at him to see him still pouting and I giggled. "Yes. It was completely necessary. I told him that I wasn't gonna let him near you, Y/N. I don't like how close you two seem, all buddy-buddy and shit, it's not right. Has he got you under some sorta spell? Do you need help, Y/N? 'Cause I definitely do not have a problem with killing the devil himself." Dean looked between the two of us practically giggling like a pair of school girls.

"Yes Dean, he has me under a very powerful spell." He didn't look impressed with my sarcasm. "Whatever, but you hurt her and I swear I will find a way to end you." And with that promise he left the room. We both looked at Sam and it was pretty awkward for a second before he cleared his throat "Yeah, Well I- erm- I need to carry on with this, so.." He got up and walked out with his laptop.

"Wow. You know, you could be here to kill me and both of my brothers just left me to be murdered." I joked and turned around to face him.

"You know I'd never hurt you though, right? You are one of the very very few humans I can tolerate." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as he looked down at me. "I know." I nodded and it was quite for a moment as I looked at him, taking in his features. Damn, his eyes are so pretty and his hair looks so fluffy, I want to just run my hands through it so fucking bad.

"So," I cleared my throat like I was trying to get rid of the tension in the room. "What movie do you wanna watch, Luci?" My eyes widened slightly as I realised what I had called him, but it was too late, he had already heard it. "'Luci' huh?" I was about to start apologetically rambling before I noticed a grin spread across his face. "I like it, but only from you. I don't want some demon walking around calling me 'Luci ', it'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled, "Oh and I'm 99.9% sure that you forgot I can read your thoughts, your eyes are pretty too." His smirk was back as he cockily walked out of the room, leaving me stood on my own in embarrassment.

[the-fiction-witch]

Shut Up!

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day Fifteen

Kinktober Concept Incest

Smut Incest / step sister x step brother / full sex/ raw sex/ cum inside

I made sure the place was clean or well clean enough when I heard a knock at the door, I sighed and went to open it up but I was taken back "Hey Benny" Beth smiled jumping to give me a hug "Hey, Beth!" I smiled hugging her happily letting her in "What are you doing here?" "Layover and the flights have been delayed until nine tonight, I figured I could sit in the hotel bar feeling sorry for myself or pop up and see you" she explained wondering though setting her jacket on the chair and her bag on the table "relax I'll be out of your hair by eight"

"No no it's fine it's just uhh not who I was expecting" "Oh? You expecting someone?" She chuckled turning leaning in the chair crossing her arms "Kinda" "I thought the place seemed clean, what you got your girlfriend coming over?" She joked heading to make herself a coffee "Ohh god no" "Don't keep me in suspense then" she laughed But the door knocked "Excuse me" I sighed walking as slowly as possible not really wanting to answer the damn door but I pulled it open begin faced her I just let her in without even speaking

"Hello to you too" she snapped heading inside hanging her black fur on the rack and heading inside with her red suitcases "ohh I didn't realise I'd have company" she smirked as she stood in my apartment in her knee-high black boots, black and white plaid mini skirt and white cream jumper, her thick dark hair with intense curls her hair pinned back with a small clip on each side just above her ears "Uhhh hi," Beth said rather surprised "Beth Harmon" she said offering her hand

"Y/n Watts" she smiled giving her hand a shake "No, you are not" I snapped heading across the apartment "Mom took it so I'm gonna use it" she snapped "I don't care, you're not a Watts don't use it" "I can do what I bloody well like Benjamin" "Uhh explanation please?" Beth asked "Y/n this is Beth, grandmaster and a good friend of mine" I explained "Beth this is Y/n. My…." I trailed off not wanting to say it "I'm his sister" She rolled her eyes "Step sister" I corrected "Huu he's never mentioned you" Beth spoke up "He doesn't like me" she smiled pinching my cheek as she walked across the apartment "Why would I? You've been nothing but shit to me since you turned up into my damn life" "Can you be civil for five damn minutes!" "Whatever," I sighed heading to my chair Eventually, Beth and y/n came over and the three of us sat chatting for a while even if I had to drink to even tolerate her but that's pretty much how this usually goes. "So what are you doing in New York?" "Touring a show, figured I'd be cheap and come stay in this dismal place then getting a hotel the whole time," she explained "and I promised the folks I'd check in on my stepbrother" "A show?"

"Y/n's an actress" I smirked "And you're a chess player. Folks are thrilled about that" "How exactly is this all set up?" "My dad met my mum and had me. Mum died and he got remarried" I explained "My mother met my father and had me and then my father died so my mother remarried. And then we became siblings" "Step siblings" I corrected "He's always been pouty about it," "Yeah because you just turned up and inserted yourself into my life" "You literally inserted yourself into my space" "In case it wasn't obvious we shared a bedroom" I sighed "You were an evil thing" "So we're you" We all chatted for a while until Beth had to leave for her flight, leaving me alone with y/n. "Guess you're not just a loner chess boy" she smirked going to unpack "I'm letting you stay here to be nice. don't be a dick because I am more than happy to throw you onto the streets" "No, you wouldn't" "I would" "You are such a cunt" "me! I'm not the dick here" "yes you are you've always been a dick" "You're just mad I took half your pocket money" "You broke my favourite chessboard!" "You decapitated all my stuffed animals!" "You sewed love hearts on my jeans" "You faked an allergy so we had to give my cat away" "I wasn't faking that cat made me sneeze. Because he was a huge fluffy thing and you never brushed him" "Maybe I would if I wasn't dealing with the fact you cut my pigtails, twice!"

"You waxed my pubes while I was sleeping!" "You broke my doll house!" "You just fucking turned up! I was still in a bad place after I lost my mum and you just fucking showed up! you and your mother. we'd barely buried mine and you just showed up. and I was expected to just put everything down and accept a new mum and a sister. I never wanted anything to do with you" "You think I did! Need I remind you my dad was barely buried too before I had to pack my life up and get shipped across the county, all I was told was we were moving, and when I got there I had a new dad and some jumped-up stepbrother to deal with. Don't blame me for turning up into your life, I didn't turn up I was dragged kicking and screaming" "You boo hoo precious little princess, you always were" "DO you have to be such a bastard about everything-" She yelled I was beyond angry, all I wanted to do was shut her up! tension boiling over I grabbed her face and kissed her mostly just to stop her from talking but the moment our lips touched it felt so heavenly like all the frustration melted away she pulled back and we both just stood bright red in shock "Fuck-" "Yeah…" "where did that come from?" "I have no idea"

"It uhhh it was kinda nice" "Yeah, it was. Weird But nice. I mean terrible awful and very very wrong." I explained but she grabbed my face and kissed me, I kissed her back wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer until we both pulled back "It is nice" "It is, but very wrong, very very wrong, your my sister." "Stepsister" she corrected "Don't encourage me." "That's encouraging?" "Ohh shut up y/n" I smirked pulling her into a kiss and grabbing her ass squeezing it hard as we kissed she happily and eagerly kissed back rubbing her hands around my shirt, soon enough we were walking we kissed heading over to my bedroom until we stopped as her legs hit the bed so I pushed her down on my bed and climbed between her legs "This is for all the fucking years I spent in a bed next to you with you teasing the living crap out of me" "Did I?" she giggled "Don't play innocent you used to sit in your fucking bra just to tease me" "And how many times did I catch you masturbating while I was sleeping"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you came and took care of me" "Diddo" she smirked pulling me back to her lips heavily made out for a good while until I pulled away "We can't this is crazy-" I began but she smirked and turned on her stomach grinding her ass against me "Fuck it!" I groaned grabbing her hips and grinding hard on her I quickly undid my jeans and stroked my stiffening erection she giggled and tugged her panties down, I didn't waste any time burying myself deep inside her and started to pound fast and hard "Ughhhh fuck! You were an evil little thing, their precious little princess, I'm gonna fucking ruin you" "Ughhhh! you couldn't ruin me if you fucking tried. I remember your first girlfriend who walked out because you came in her hair" "I kept quiet about you fucking your eight-grade science teacher" "I passed didn't I!" "Yeah because you blew him under the science bench! you always were a little slut" "Like you weren't? those three girls you had in your Austin hotel that you never shut up about?" "It was a foursome there pretty rare I was allowed to get excited. I guess four people in one go isn't a lot for you is it?" "Ughhhh just shut up and fuck me, Benny!" She yelled moving back and forth in time with my thrusts we both got faster and louder she pushed herself hard against me as she squealed loudly hitting her orgasm I kept going working into her intense tightness until I hit my own burying myself as deep as possible. When I caught my breath I pulled out and lay in bed with her, "I think that helped. got the frustration out" "Yeah I think you're right" I nodded "We can't ever tell anyone about this" "I wasn't planning to" she laughs "Relax, genetically there's nothing between us we're not related by blood at all our parents got divorced we'd be nothing again" "Like that's gonna happen, too are smitten with each other and always have been" "Yeah, can't fault them for loving each other." "Fucked us up though" "No matter what you do you fuck your kids up, that's just having kids" "Yeah hence why I aint having any" "same." "Ohh don't tell them that they'll lose it they know neither of us is gonna give them grandkids" "I mean I'll give them grandkids if they want them" She smirked glancing at me "Lets not fucked the family tree up too much y/n"

[spamtoon]

DCRC Week 3 Paperinik

i'mmm fumnking late again but its okay its okay this is a little treat after homework alright. ohohoh. i get to like chill and relax and think about this funny silly comic okay. once again goofy liveposting

ah yes out of everything you've faced evronians little boy duck is the worst thing there's been. i mean like yes he DID kick ass with those uno weapons but like

goofy ahh stances. this is how a grunt trinity should be i htink. these are the beaglevronians in my heart

the fucking way uno's literally just like nuh uh! nuh uh! i'm so.look at him. look at uno he's so fucking goofity. donald is so tired.

Why is the other panel fucking phrased with m.egavolt connotation I'm so mad. its beautiful i'm so fuckin gmad sorry i'm thinking about mega.volt you know how it is

donald forgot to bring his weapons. megav.olt moment

dammmm okay. work it girl. at first i was literally like aw come on dont introduce a human looking character and then she just does that. alright. i can get down to this.

i could call a tow truck... but then my heroic repuattion would suffer... its okay duck avenger darkwing rode around with a random trucker guy once and got called a vampire in terms of reputation you're fine.

flopped

donald??? getting rest???? now that's crazy...

uno's fucking five head and smug ahh talking. i love you uno...

xadhoom and her fucking fire hands she's so. she's sooo

the fucking way the little action panel goes and then ends with donald fucking. steam rolling the evronians

she... i do not have anything to add i am just listening and seeing where this goes okay. the fucking scene where donald takes care of her and she's just like "?????" im so

i do noooot like the humans on this page but ITS OKAY BECAUSE TRIPLETS!!!! HI TRIPLETS oh my cog bucees is real

ohhhhhh she's so silly i love her actually. the way she gobbles that baking soda you go girl

no eay oil... spamtoon g spamtoon reference..

okay so. theyre trapped there. and the thing is gonna be they have to like work together to. stretch the bubble or something. another issue where im like alright how are they gonna write themselves outta this one

omg she used to be green holy fuck i love her. omg. ouhghgghhghgghh... i feel like that could have been built up to more with the way they did it in this issue and how easily they solved it but like oh. ooh. makes me wonder if her planet was the one the evronians were invading in the beginning. when scientist characters...

the fucking way they just had uno pop the bubble. shoutout to xadhoom just casulaly killing evronians. and duck avenger being like alright. the fucking way she ouhgohgohghghghgh she so angy...

im so mad the fucking cheerful little walk. she's so happy. i'm so... she would have sacrificed herself.......... uno's fucking eyes being alligned like that i'm so. donald saying Glom

HOORAY okay good issue. i love her i enjoy her character but i also feel like it was rushing a few things in terms of pacing y'know? but maybe thats because im like. tired as of reading this and need to go to eepy town but hey! thats paperinik! farewell gamers maybe i'll read don rosa and the next issue of paperinik tomorrow but lorrrrrd knows if i will

[cycle-verse]

After leaving the room, Dream headed downstairs, and the first thing he heard was a voice.

“Uncle dream? How’s dad?” Gradient asked, his phone in his hand but his hands shaking.

"He'll be ok... no need to worry..."

“I’m just… if dad is hurt then papa and Stain hurt too and… PJ is driving me mad and I just want to call him but I can’t,” he didn’t say who he wanted to call but it was obvious that this person was a comfort to him.

"What makes you think you can't...? I'm here to help you guys, make sure everything stays in order..."

“Because my phone isn’t track proof and I’ve already been seen by one of HIS lackeys, entering outertale,” he frowned, “I’ve been texting him since Stain isn’t here to help me and I just… it’s getting late and Stain will probably stay with dad and…” he was rambling, panicking, but it was common knowledge how he was nearly codependent on his brother.

He sighed softly before moving to take gently Gradient's face in his hands, "Hey, hey... it's ok... do you want to go up and see Ink and Stain...? Leave me to take care of everyone...?"

“But I’m supposed to take care of them too… I’m the only one PJ listens to when they’re being mean… I…” he’d always been like this, trying to be the caretaker, and with growing suspicion of memories it would at least help it make more sense as neither parents ever put that weight on him.

"Gradient, please... it's ok to take a break... just take a deep breath, ok...?"

“I can’t take a break! I thought I could and then Dad got hurt! I need to protect my family, I can’t lose anyone else,” and that confirmed it, that he remembered the girls because he hadn’t lost anyone else. “I can’t fail again,” and may it be mentioned he was literally a baby then. “I’m the one who helps Print with their homework because they can’t read, I’m the one who Bluescreen hangs off of while they need to run around, I’m the one that stops PJ from being mean… I’m the one that helps Stain with his nightmares when he’s scared to wake up our parents… I can’t just… stop,” so much on his shoulders that his parents likely didn’t even know he did.

"And I'm right here... I can help Print, and Screen, and I can handle PJ... you need to go be with your parents and brother... know they're ok... because you deserve that pleasure..."

“I…” he hid his face against Dream. Just about then, Moku wrapped his arm around Gradient. “Don’t cry…” the kid whispered

Dream carefully hugged Gradient, "You heard the kid... don't cry... go see your parents..."

“I… okay…” he wiped at his tears before turning to find Inks room. “Why was he sad?” Moku asked once he was gone, tilting his head.

"Because he's stressed... he just needs a small break and he'll feel better..."

“Okay… I don’t like seeing them sad…”

"I know, sad is never fun..."

“Sad is yucky… Pops was always sad,” he whispered

"I know... but we just have to try our hardest to make them feel better..." He moved to scoop Moku up. "How does food sound...?

“Food sounds good!” He smiled brightly.

He nodded, walking over to the kitchen, "Good, 'cause I'm gonna finish up what Error was making."

“Yay! Papa was making good stuff!” The good stuff happened to be a taco salad with the meat already finished but left to the side half-hazardly.

He nodded, moving to start finishing it, "I might not be as good a cook as Error, but I'll try me hardest, just for you." He paused a moment to boop Moku's nose.

Moku giggled madly.

“Pops had a picture of you,” he said softly. He’s a kid with no filter, but he said it so calmly as if it was meant to be a comfort. “He said you were always so nice,”

"Ah, I... I imagine he still has it... but I try my hardest to be nice because then mean people will realize it's better than being mean."

“He talked about you a lot… I’m glad I’m here with you at least,” he continued to smile, leaning against Dream.

He nodded, "I'm glad you're here too, that way I can help take care of you."

He smiled more at him before reaching to try and grab some food while Dream worked on food

Dream jokingly pulled it away from him.

“Fooooooooood,” the kid laughed

"I know, I know, I'm almost done."

He giggled more.

"Just gimme a few more seconds."

“Okay!” He smiled brightly

He smiled a little, soon handing him a completed taco salad before calling the others

Moku squealed and moved to try and carry it into the dining room. He tripped and almost spilled it before running to the dining room and sitting down

Dream made sure it didn't before moving to carefully bring the rest to the dining table for the kids to eat.

PJ thanked him with a grumble while the blues both smiled at him, Screen trying to get Pic into a high chair.

Dream moved to assist, carefully putting him into the high chair before moving to feed him, "There we go."

“There we go!” Screen echoed before moving to sit as well. “Thank you Uncle Dreaaaaaam,”

"Of course, Screen."

Screen giggled and began to eat. Moku ate quietly as well while Print began to complain about homework again to his siblings, a common topic to the kid who struggled severely to read but they hadn’t gotten a test to get him tested for dyslexia yet.

"I can help you with your schoolwork after dinner if you like."

“Thank you, Uncle Dream,” Print smiled. Everyone seemed happy except PJ who was trying to hide a glare. It could simply be from being taken away from their time with their friend, but there was more to that.

Dream finished feeding Pic and stepped over to PJ, "Hey."

PJ looked down immediately, their fists balling.

"You're upset..."

“Why would I ever have a reason to be upset?” They snapped but their eyes softened a bit and they looked away. “They were calling Pal weird again all day before you got here,” Screen called out to Dream, “they don’t always mean it but Gradient kept telling them to stop so they didn’t make Pal sad,”

Dream didn't really pay attention to what Bluescreen said, "It's ok to be upset..."

“Upset over what? The fact that everyone else has someone who wants them if something happens? That Pal gets a parent worth it while I spent over a year in a void and I have no clue what would happen to me if my parents died!?” They snapped before looking down, “I’m a construct of magic, what happens when that magic is gone?” The whispered

"You *are* the magic... it won't just... disappear... and if anything happened... you all would stay with me... you'll never be alone again, PJ..."

“You don’t get it… I’m nothing without them and just… why does Pic get to have a childhood but I had to spend almost two years in a void? Why?” They whispered.

Dream moved to carefully kneel by them, "Sometimes the world is worse than we want it to be... but you are your own person... you can make sure of that... it may feel like it... but you don't need to depend on anyone or have anyone depend on you, to be you...:

“I just… it hurts… pal has you and that’s so strange, he’s the only one and just… why does he get three parents when I couldn’t even get two at first? And I love Dad and Papa now but just…”

"I know... I really understand how you feel... and you have them now... they won't just... up and leave... and they've also got a long time before either of them would pass..."

PJ hiccuped but they didn’t cry, crying was hard for their body to do because, you know, being made of ink

"I know... it's ok... it feels bad but I promise it'll get better..."

They reached to hug him, hiding their face against him.

He gently wrapped his arms around them, "There you go... it's ok..."

PJ continued to cry against him, even if it was just dry sobs. This day was hard on the three eldest kids but at least the littler ones were oblivious

Dream rubbed their back, trying his best to comfort them and tell them it would be alright.

After a while, they calmed down and looked at him. “Thank you…”

"Of course... I'm here if you need it..."

They nodded and hugged him again. “Seriously… I hope you know you’re really important to my family… you’re a big part of it,”

"I know... I'm not perfect... but I'm trying..."

“You don’t need to be perfect… obviously my parents don’t care,”

"Doesn't matter... no one's perfect..."

“Exactly…” PJ sighed deeply before looking at their phone. “I like the think Omni is perfect, Omni is the friend I was with,”

"That's usually how people feel in situations like this, and that's ok..."

They smiled a bit. “I think a lot of people are at least close to perfect… even my siblings.”

"Ya, and people can definitely get close... but, you know... we all try to act perfect... and it might never work because we're just not meant for that... but as long as you're trying your hardest... that's what really gets you places..."

“I know… I know…” PJ sighed and looked down at their phone. “Omni is calling me…” they whispered

"You can answer it..."

“You sure?” They asked, holding their phone to their chest.

"I'm sure... I'll take care of your siblings..."

“Okay…” they smiled a bit and picked it up.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alrighty! I'm showered and clean and teaching my hair to do it's wavy thing! Time to read through more of Knightfall! Volume 2 I believe I'm up to

OH. OKAY. JUST THROW BATMAN'S BROKEN BODY INTO THE STREETS!

Cool, Scarecrow adn Joker aren't seeing eye to eye, hate that. That's going to end in disaster when Bane has already fucked up the city by showing them Batman's broken body

...I'm sorry. Is Joker fucking IMMUNE TO FEAR GAS?!

Oof poor Tim. Boy is understandably worried about losing Bruce and Batman

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...sudden art style change? Like. Very scratchy and scribbly. Incomplete almost... either this is supposed to represent what is coming through to a comatose Bruce or this issue was rushed

Okay going back in time a little. 3 weeks previous

And Two Face is having an episode

And of course Bruce was all "Nope, you're not coming Tim, it's not safe"

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Yeha you really should have let Tim come along, you probably would've had some help in that water fight

Ah. Still mad about Batman changing the terms of their alliance whihc... entirely fair honestly

Bruce. Tim just saved your life. There were very few options to save you and keep Harvey alive and he had to make a split second call where there were no good choices

Oh thank fuck, Bruce woke up and even corrected himself and look at Tim sob! My baby!

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Oof, Bruce is understandably taking this so hard

Oh heeeyyyy Selina. Don't work for Bane. I love you, don't do it

Also, Shondra? Maybe you shouldn't kiss your patient? That's a lil weird

Time for Jean-Paul to step into the role of Batman for a bit though I do love that Tim's first thought was to ask Dick and Bruce immediately said "no he's his own person and has his own responsibilities"

Hm... little early to be thinking that you should spill everything to Shondra. Think on it some more first, Bruce

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Really? You're gonna trust that flyer? There's so many red flags here

Oh! And we're looking at virtual reality. Cool! This is not going to end well and given the cover art, Scarecrow is gonna pop up any second!

Hey Jean? Maybe don't immediately break all of those rules? Some of those are for your safety

Oh hey Lonnie

Okay cool, Scarecrow's doing some casual brainwashing with fear! That... typically doesn't work very well and has some awful side effects!

I mean... you're not entirely wrong, Lonnie. But also, you don't know that there's someone else under the cowl at the moment

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Hoo boy, the fear conditioning is... definitely something. It's holding for now and will continue to hold cause comic book logic

And Jean Paul, you're hitting too hard and this mantle is already getting to your head. You're desperately needed but you're 100% gonna flip shit at some point

So they're painting Scarecrow as a weird guy who was ultimately very poor and also kind of generally awful? And he believes people would've listened to him if he could hoard more books and he had money? Buddy... you literally randomly chase birds and shot flowers as part of a discussion about the psychology of guns. You had some other stuff going on

Ooohhh boy. Total chaos. And someone's lil gas container fell into the sewers. That's... ooohhhh that's a poisoned water supply and sewage line

Not surprised Lonnie knows how hypnosis and conditioning work and even uses those tactics themselves

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At least Jean Paul knows to keep himself in check. He can't kill whilst wearing the cowl and shouldn't kill at all

Oooohhhh shit, Anarky's gonna set off Azrael

Okay not entirely. He's off kilter but he... can't feel the fear fully? Oof

But he's definitely off kilter and he'd better take Tim out with him next time. He was willing to let a boy die to take out Scarecrow

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Scary in all the wrong ways isn't a bad description, Tim

Hoo boy, Jean Paul is gonna get into trouble

And all while Jack and Shondra are about to be held up in the Drake house with Tim out on patrol

You tried, Bruce, you really tried

And Tim you really need to tell Bruce about Jean Paul going off the rails because he's a danger to everyone including himself rn

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Tim's so tired, he hasn't even noticed his dad is missing

Eeeyyyy Oracle! Barbara my Queen!

Yeah Jean Paul is definitely losing control

Cool Bruce, Alfred and Selina on their way to Bane's home. Tim's just found out his dad is missing and Jean Paul is absolutely slipping back into his old programming

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Snrrrk Gordon not expecting Jean Paul to still be there before he's done talking

Tim's so alone rn poor boy

...Jean Paul released them?! To follow them back to Bane?! Clever but wtf?!?!

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Hoo boy. You lived this time JP by pure luck but you're terrifying Gotham and wrecking the reputation

Jean Paul is definitely falling back into whatever his old programming was and he's just out for blood. For a crusade

Eeeeyyy Nightwing! Big brother to the rescue!

-.- You look like you stepped out of a mecha anime, my guy

Welp. Bruce is gonna have a hell of a time getting the city to trust him again when he's able to take the cowl back

He might have resisted the impulse to kill but I certainly wouldn't continue to trust him, Tim

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....I'm taking a test at the library tomorrow and then i might linger long enough to read the next volume if I'm not totally exhausted mentally

[respitelocklyre]

Notification: Respite💀🌹⚰️ shared a story! Say hi!

[The following update is posted in the form of a video]

[ID: A vertically-oriented video depicting a black and white tiefling with long, upwards-spiraling horns, silver hair, and brown eyes. They are filming themselves walking down a dirt path. Surrounding them are various stalls selling wares; it is night time but the market is well-lit with various magical lighting sources. Walking next to them and slightly out of frame is a taller owlin. He is brown and white, with tufts of feathers sticking out here and there. He's wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and an assortment of necklaces decorated with bones, teeth, talons, etc. His wings are tucked behind his back. The tiefling is smiling at the camera while they talk and the owlin waves at the camera.]

Transcript:

Hey guys! I thought it would be fun to hop on my stories quick to show you all this super cute pop-up that I'm at! I'm here with Javvy! [the tiefling holds up their arm to show that they're holding hands with the owlin] It's called the Seelie Market! It's this fae night market that showed up outside the Strixhaven campus today, and I can't tell you how gorgeous and, like, kind of eerie it is.

[The camera flips to show the rows of stalls lining the illuminated pathway as they continue walking]

Not in, like, a bad way, but in a cool, mysterious kind of way; the atmosphere here is still festive! It's kind of circus-y but like..."dark carnival" sort of circus. Plus, look at all these artisan vendors. It's sooo important to support small businesses, y'know? They don't even use gold here, it's all trade based, like a little creative commune! If you're in the area or see that it's coming your way, you should def check it out!

[The camera flips back to show the couple again, but mostly the tiefling]

The first vendor we hit up was a literal talking dog that was, like, selling a bunch of cute trinkets. All you had to do was trade a trinket of your own to get one. Javvy got me this beautiful set of hairpins [the tiefling turns their head to show off a shining, opalescent pin in their hair]. We literally just left my friend Mettie there because I knew he wasn't ever gonna want to leave- I think one time he spent, like, 2 hours in front of a single shelf at an antique store back in our hometown.

[Turns to the owlin, laughing] Did I ever tell you that story? Oh, my goddess, I think I ran around the place, like, 10 times before he'd finished inspecting everything and holding the old guy who ran the place hostage by asking where he got every little trinket. He seemed happy to have someone to talk to at first, but, like, we didn't even have any money 'cuz we were kids- the old guy got soooo pissed when we left without buying anything. [Pauses] Well, okay, he might've been mad because I did break a tea set. He didn't let us back in unless we had money after that.

[the camera flips suddenly to show a bunch of fruit stands] Wait, look! They even have a farmer's market kind of thing going on. There's fruit stands all throughout. The berries were really fresh, and the prices were [pauses] uh...basically dirt cheap. Really good deal for locally sourced produce.

After that we went and got our fortunes told, too! They have this cute setup for tarot readings right in the center of the market! [The tiefling holds up an intricately decorated card labeled 'The Throne'] They even let us keep the cards! I got this one- it was something about, like, new responsibilities and how only I'd know if I was ready for them when the time came? I guess I need to do some introspection. Jav got a reading, too- [Glances at the owlin] uh, but...I mean, the whole thing is definitely bogus, even if it is fun!

I know Mire and Willow went in ahead of us, but they seemed pretty set on seeing the rest of the fair so I didn't get much of a chance to talk to them about their readings. Willow has been way interested in seeing the masked guy on the poster- I think it's the main act in the little circus performance they put on! They probably headed in that direction. Last I saw Sersh I "encouraged" her to get a reading, too... Hopefully the psychic gave her whatever card tells her to stop being such a boring stick in the mud [snickers].

I'm not sure where Lulu or- [grimaces] ugh, wait, I see Thad by those cute dolls I wanted to look at, actually. Did he buy something...? [Huffs and begins walking faster, pulling the owlin along] Whatever, we'll go there later. There's plenty of other stuff to check out first, like [pauses, squinting at something in the distance] the card collector? Sure, let's go see what that guy's all about. [Turns to the owlin] Does that sound good? [The owlin nods and agrees] Maybe they take the cards we got from our fortunes and do something with them...?

Alright, guys, I'm gonna hop off while we check the rest of this place out! I'll be back on later if anything cool happens, [they glance over at the owlin] or I might just post a little update-slash-summary video tomorrow so I can enjoy my date [the tiefling winks at the camera before the video cuts].

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

1-14-23 for the show questions thingy with violetta

The show I think I've rewatched the most

Definitely Violetta no questions asked. Back when it was on netflix I rewatched episodes so much I know can quote entire swedubbed episodes

A show I loved when I was younger but upon rewatch it wasn't as good

Girl meets world. Mind you I was only here for Riley and Maya and I literally did not care for anyone else, which also meant I missed on some really problematic plots.

A show I loved when I was younger and upon rewatch realized it was just as good, if not better

PHINEAS AND FERB. Seriously it never gets old. Just as funny today as it was then.

A show I watched thinking "hey, why didn't I watch this before?"

Soy Luna. I refused to watch it for years (and also the fandom kind of scared me off watching it. Sorry to older SL fans but y'all scared the crap out of me). But then as I started watching it, I was like "huh... this ain't too bad".

Still, I do not think I would have liked it when it originally aired. There's a lot of shows I just refused to get into when I was younger and liked as I was older. Some stuff I just couldn't appreciate until later.

Quote something from any show, first one that pops into your head

"But the years went by, and... I still don't like her." - Quote from Good Luck Charlie.

A show I refuse to ever watch again

13 reasons why. I felt bad every second I watched it.

Which show do I wish had more seasons the most?

RISE OF THE PINK LADIES is a big one! But it could have ended when it ended too. A bigger one is probably I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS. YOU CAN'T END IT ON A CLIFFHANGER?!

I am also still pissed One day at a time got cancelled, even though it did get 3 and a half seasons.

Which show do I think had too many seasons/episodes?

Glee... sometimes I think both Family Guy and Simpsons have too many seasons but they go on for so long that they somehow get back again???

Any show I'm watching right now?

Mostly just rewatching the same shows I'm always watching. Rewatching a little of Revolutionary Girl Utena rn.

My favorite character in -insert show-?

You picked Violetta. My favorite character is Francesca.

My least favorite character in -insert show-?

My least favorite character in Violetta is probably Germán. No one has made me as mad as him. Gery is close but she's also a teenage girl and only in one season, so I feel like she can change with some maturity... maybe.

Which show have I found myself engage in shipping the most?

Violetta lmao. I loved all the canon ships as a kid (minus Germangie I always hated it), and now I'm still big on ships, even though nowadays it's more non-canon than canon.

A show where I did not care for any ships at all

I can't come up with a concrete example right now. The only one I can come up with right now is like... Rugrats/All grown up? We've seen them as literal babies and now we wanna ship them just because they're preteens now? (also I find it a little disturbing seeing people make ship art of them as babies. They're not even potty trained and you're drawing them kissing?????????)

Which show has the best fandom according to me?

I'm gonna be honest and say the asoue fandom. Both for the show and for the books too. The way people come together and theorize, headcanon and interpret scenes and dialogue... it's so fun! This series is begging you to analyze it and it's a blast!

Plus, the people I've met in the fandom have often been so cool, and so fun to chat to.

The most unpopular opinion I have about a show?

The most unpopular opinion I have about a show... hmm...

You know, every time I get asked unpopular opinions I forget every single one I've ever had. I feel like I'm gonna be able to answer this when I'm about to fall asleep and realize a perfect answer. But for now I can't.

[bakubub]

In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

Taglist: @3daa & @itsgiorgiaz

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[jazokoushi]

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

a/n: This is my second time writing this cause it got deleted some how :,)

Warning: Slightly nsfw just a little bit of dirty thoughts hehe <3

Word Count: 1.2k+

Literally no and I mean NO ONE asked for this headcanon but with my love of a good back cracking and my love for Mr. Eren Jeager this is a hc that causes me massive BRAIN ROT (and hopefully it will engulf your thoughts too hehe >:) )

When Eren was in school to become a chiropractor he will constantly use you as practice because none of his friends trusted him

"Oh, Armin you just see this new thing I learned today! I know you've been having neck problems recently and I think I can help" Eren says and pulls up a video to show Arming the technique. You watch the blood leave Armin's face as he watches the chiropractor places the patient's head in his neck cracking it "Actually my neck has been feeling a lot better lately! No need to do that Eren, but thank you for the help!" Armin rambles. You try to hold in your smile as you watch Armin try to come up with an excuse and you see Eren turn his head to you "That's a shame, oh didn't you say you were having neck problems babe?" "You're not putting me in a chokehold Eren".

He continually asks you to allow him to practice stuff on you because he claims he does not get enough hands-on practice (you think it's just because he likes to touch you)

Some times makes you roleplay as a patient, but they never go right

You sit on the bed waiting for Eren to come in already holding back your laughter. You and Eren have tried doing this before but it either ends with you awkwardly laughing at Eren being serious or unexpected makeout sessions not that it bothered you. Hearing the bedroom door open you compose yourself as your boyfriend walks in with his hair half up half down with his reading glasses on (not prescribed he just thought they would make him look smart). "Good Afternoon Mrs. Jeager, I am Dr. Jeager and I will be treating you today. Can you tell me what has been bothering you?" he rests against the dresser in your shared room. 'This is kinda hot' you think to yourself for a split second but hop back into character "Uh y-yeah. I have been having some bad back pain recently and it's really bothering me" You say as Eren writes on his clipboard nodding his head. "Okay, can you lay on your back for me, love," he says and you raise an eyebrow at him, but don't vocally question his choice of words following his instructions.

His hand starts to press on parts of your back feeling the tensed areas as he talks to himself about how he could reduce the pain. "Alright I need you to give me a deep breath in," Eren says as you feel his palms get placed on your back. You do as he says and feel Eren push down on your back hearing a popping sound. You curse under your breath as Eren rubs your back and leans down to your ear level "C'mon I know you can be louder than that", you can feel him grinning as you lift up to hit his arm. "Eren! You were doing well!" you groan as Eren rolls his eyes "Hey! I resisted my urge of slapping your ass we all can't be perfect!"

After that, you refused to be his practice patient

Gets mad at you when you crack a part of your body incorrectly

"Babe! You're gonna fuck up your neck if you keep popping it like that" "I'll be fine" "Yeah whatever don't come running to me when you fuck up your neck and end up looking like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame" "As long as you still love me"

You feel bad that you can't help your boyfriend whenever he is suffering from pain but always offer him a massage when he comes home from work

Makes a TikTok trying to give people tips (and also to prove that he is still cool) but are only met with comments with people drooling over him

You were leaving the grocery store with Eren when you get a text message from Connie. 'CHECK THE COMMENTS' he wrote followed by a string of crying emojis and attached to the text was one of Erens TikToks. "Holy shit," you say to yourself looking at your boyfriend getting 100k likes on the video followed by 80k comments. "Are you just gonna stand there? Hello?" Eren looks annoyed at you as he puts the groceries in the car but you look so focused on your phone Eren moves over to look at what you were looking at.

"Dr.Jeager do you need a dog? I can bark!!" you say and Erens eyes widen as he hears you read the thirsty comments giggling after everyone reaching for your phone as you gain weird stares in the parking lot.

BONUS: Brother Bonding <3

One time one of his patients was Zeke

"Eren did you hear what happened to Zeke? Poor thing messed his back up and probably won't be able to play for a while" Carla tells Eren as he looks at her with a blank expression. "He has the best doctors around him he'll be a fine mom," he says raising an eyebrow at her. "Well even if he does I told him that if he ever wanted to try a second opinion he could come to you," she says causing Eren's eyes to widen "That's a funny joke mom, for a second I thought you said you told Zeke to come to me for treatment," he says as Carla remains quiet "Mom? Tell me it's a joke" Eren raises his voice a bit "like hell I will help him out!"

Carla expected Eren to react this way and asked you to convince Eren ahead of time

"Babe it's not that bad, I mean it's not like you're going to therapy or anything it's just you and any other patient" "Wrong! It's Zeke," he says causing you to roll your eyes. You get up from your seat on the couch and move behind Eren and begin to massage his shoulders. "Look, maybe you two can find a common ground: a shared hatred toward your father. You never know you could get closer to him and earn some new clientele" you say as Eren remains quiet. "Did my mom put you up to this?" "No, of course not hun".

Eren eventually agreed to treat Zeke

"So about that family discount" Zeke jokes as Eren greets him at the front desk but Eren keeps a straight face and turns around walking away. "Uh... I was joking" Zeke calls out and follows behind Eren trying to catch up.

Eren is intentionally rougher with Zeke than he is with other patients

"Ow- hey aren't you supposed to warn me before you do that- ow" Zeke lays on the table as Eren cracks his back. "I told you to breath in, I can't force you to follow my directions" Eren mumbles and a light bulb pops off in his head. "Hey, Zeke.. have you been suffering from any neck problems?" "Uh.. y-yeah?" "Perfect.".

Coincidentally you decided to bring Eren some lunch (def. not checking to see if your boyfriend killed his half brother)

"What are you doing here?" Eren raises an eyebrow as you hold a bag of burgers in your hand with a smile. "What? I wanted to surprise you Dr. Jeager" you wave the greasy bag in front of his face before he takes it from your hand giving you a quiet thank you. "I didn't kill him, he is okay, he should start playing again soon," he says looking at you with a bored expression "Huh? Who?" "So now you wanna play dumb".

I'm thinking about making this a series but THANK YOU FOR READING <333

[binniesthighs]

Hey! Can I request a minho smut where y/n and minho are boxing partners and theres that sort of tension at every practice you know? And the boys keep telling you he likes you but you dont listen and theres pining and then finally at that one practice he makes a move and that leads to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I love your writing so much and I think you're absolutely great🥺

ANON I love the way that your brain works I’m losing my MIND over this one. oh my gosh and I’ve been dying to write some minho so this has given me the best excuse!!! also thank you so much lovely! It makes me feel all fuzzy inside knowing that ya like my writing! and you’re great was well anon ;) 

pinned | reader x minho |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: boxer!minho, boxer!reader, boxer au, pining!minho ahhhh, skz side characters, friends to lovers, growing feelings, minho is whipped for the reader, praising, sexual tension, oral (r & m receiving), marking, unprotected sex (stay safe loves!), soft shower sex

Word count: 4.2k

“Again! Minho, watch your footing, you’re tripping all over yourself.”

Seungmin threw a towel in the general direction of your sparring partner who nearly missed it flying at his head. Beads of sweat waterfalled down his forehead, and it got stuck in his scalp, turning his hair into strands.

“Getting tired?” You jested as Jeongin tightened up your gloves.

He smirked out a little, “Tired? I’m just getting started.”

“You’re losing your edge Lee Minho. I’ve knocked you down at least four times already.” Jeongin helped you by squirting water into your mouth. The cool drops felt heavenly falling down your neck.

“Distracted then?” Hyunjin whipped his disheveled blond hair into a hair tie. “Something on your mind?”

In one sweep, Minho ruffled up his own hair with the fabric of the towel “Distracted? No--”

“Listen Minho, I know that I’m not looking the most glamorous right now but you should get your head back in it, I’m barely breaking a sweat.” You shoved him a little with your gloved hand, handing out a teasing grin.

Your partner bounced a little in place, shaking out his limbs. “Alright...”

Any other day, it would have been Minho who had you stumbling down to the mat, breathless and muscles aching. It was always a mystery to you where he got his stamina from when he was in the ring with you. Outside of the ring, no one could have ever guessed that boxing was his pastime--the giveaway was his knuckles: they were nearly always bruised.

You had met Minho and the rest of your friends nearly a year ago when you joined the gym, just looking for something new to try. Seeing as you and Minho were nearly the same size, it made sense for the two of you to be partners. Even though he was quiet around you, he would always put up a fight. Beating him for once was exciting. When you were the one standing, it felt good, admittedly. The little rush to your head when his body hit the floor was too exciting to ignore. You could really get used to the way that he would stare back up at you, lip quivering just slightly and his abs seizing under his shirt. It was cute almost, you had thought, when you saw the way that his expression would soften underneath you.

Jeongin waved you over to strap your head gear back on with a tiny cringe. “As your friend, I’m gonna tell you that you stink...rather than not saying anything about it.”

Your gloved hand mimed a punch to his face. “Thanks for the info. I’m hitting the showers after this.”

The rest of your little group gathered near to the edge of the ring, towel drying themselves of their own sweat and shadow boxing the air around their fists.

“I’ve been watching from over there...damn Y/n…” Changbin sauntered up, throwing his jump rope over his shoulder. “You’re really improving.”

“I had a good teacher, handsome.” You clicked out a little salute to him.

“Ahhh, stop flattering me.”

“Let’s start.” Minho butted in while he popped in his mouth guard.

“Hands up!” Seungmin called.

The burning of your hamstrings had told you that you were nearing your limit for the day, but nothing felt better than chasing your victory over him once more. In his eyes, he held a darker kind of confidence this time: it clouded his eyes which narrowed. When he would focus, Minho seemed to inspect every single part of your body like he was planning exactly where he wanted to hit first. His eyes would dance around your frame for just a few seconds, then he would know your first move.

Want me to go easy on you this time? You jested under the plastic of your mouth guard.

His right fist hooked directly at you before you had registered it, colliding right with the foam of your headgear. He had hit you with such a force that it felt as if he had shook your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Hands!” Changbin growled from the sidelines, and you did as you were told.

In a couple ways, boxing was like dancing, except you were trying not to get all wrapped up in your partner’s arms. The goal was to prevent him from touching you, so your feet would bounce and skip around him in circles, never letting his steps dominate you. With every twist of your bodies, they would interact with the other, it was all give and take. Perhaps like dancing, the tension between you was tangible, but instead of harmony, there was a dissonance.

Minho swung at you to your right, and you bobbed your head in response. As you chased him back, the plastic blue under your feet would crinkle. Your hands never left the cover of your face only until the few milliseconds when you would make a swing of your own. Had he bopped a second too late, you would have given him proper payback for how hard he had punched at your face.

Seungmin barked out more combos for the two of you to battle in attempting first. It really was like the perfect dance: every time that one of you would swing, the other would float around it.

“Get a hit in! Quit playing with him!” Changbin chuckled from the sidelines.

“Minho! Come on!” Hyunjin spurred his friend on.

As he would, Minho’s curious eyes focused back down on you again, scattering around while he calculated out some kind of invisible equation as he inched you toward the edge of the ring.

“Slip! Slip!” Changbin grabbed onto the bouncing ropes of the ring and Minho hooked into your side.

You twirled your body out past him, letting his punches meet the side of the ring. Your motion had caught him off guard once you had escaped his attempt to pin you.

Now he was the one that was pinned.

In his excitement, Changbin bounced up and down, “JAB JAB!!”

Minho’s focus faded after you had squatted and carried out your swing to his side, and another to his arms covering his face.

“Your stance! Minho!” Seungmin gasped as Minho tripped himself to the ground.

The rest of the group leapt into the air, hollering into the echoey and concrete space.

Minho’s body hit the ground with a thud. His gloved hands became clumsy as he tried to brace himself, and his face was cleanly met with the blue mat.

Your victory was short lived once you saw the way that his eyes wrinkled upon his fall.

“You okay?”

“--Fine.” His words winced through his teeth. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Jeongin bunny hopped into the ring to undress the velcro of your gloves and headgear.

“Don’t lie to me Minho, you can’t lie about these kinds of things.”

“I said that I’m fine.”

Your free hands helped him to his feet. “Have Chan look you over ‘kay? I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to hit that hard...”

Minho shook out his wetted hair once he was free of his headgear. “Stop apologizing. I’m gonna head to the showers.”

Without another word, he slipped under the ropes, hunched a little as he tossed his tape away.

Hyunjin handed you your water which you took thankful gulps of. “Do you think that he’s mad at me?”

“No. It’s not your fault.”

“My fault?”

Hyunjin shrugged with a little smirk. “He’s doing it to himself.”

“Doing what??”

“Boxing knock all the logic out of you? Are you seeing okay?” Hyunjin waved his hand in front of your eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Ahhhh Y/n...silly little Y/n. How many times do I need to tell you?”

“No...this isn’t about that again is it?”

You guzzled down more water and were just a little tempted to flick some of it over on Hyunjin’s unrealistically gorgeous face. Anything but this again.

Changbin threw a white towel at you. “It’s honestly comical at this point.”

“Not you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“He’s literally fucking falling over himself for you and you still don’t see it.”

“I’m not seeing anything because there isn’t anything to see.”

“I can’t believe you.” Changbin and Hyunjin exchanged equally unimpressed eyerolls.

“You said it yourself ‘Bin, I’m getting better. All this practice and I can finally beat him. Why aren't you celebrating with me Mr. “I’m-The-Best-Boxing-Teacher-You-Will-Ever-Meet-Or-Know?” If, if he’s got a thing for me, why hasn’t he said anything?”

Changbin sighed out. “I don’t know, I don’t know how the hell he works. No one really does. He isn’t really the sharing type.”

“You ask him.” Hyunjin announced point blank. “If you’re so skeptical, ask him.”

An unwanted heat assaulted your cheeks. “I’m not--”

“--Oh my god, are you scared to ask? ~Mmm-how unlike you~” Hyunjin patted your head like you were a little dog. His eyes widened. “Are you saying that you feel--”

“--You know what! I’m going to hit the showers too. I’m a mess. Don’t hang around.”

“It never hurts to ask!” Hyunjin called after you, giggling a little in his own teasing way.

“There’s nothing to ask!”

((       ))

“Lock up when you’re done!” Chan’s voice rang through the empty hall of the gym, flicking off a couple lights behind him.

The green-white fluorescent lights above you buzzed with an insect-like ring and flickered every view seconds. Up high on the concrete walls, opened horizontal windows were cracked, letting in the humidity of the summer night, and carried in the sound of crickets singing their nighttime ode. The dark corners of the room seemed perilous compared to the single ring that was lit just for the two of you.

“Minho, I’m exhausted, how much longer do you plan on staying?” Your punch mitts fell to your sides.

“Just a little while longer. I’ve just felt...kinda out of it this week. I could use the extra practice.” His eyes shied, “I appreciate you staying after.”

“Let's just get this over with.” You raised your mitts in front of your face, holding your ground.

Minho huffed out a determined breath, then swung at them with all his might. The sound of the tight fabric patted through the room. His eyes didn’t meet yours for several minutes, his pure focus on each carry though of his arms sent little shock waves to your wrists. Time ticked past on the particularly loud clock nailed to the walls and caged in a little metal grid.

Rather than striking up a conversation like you would, Hyunjin’s voice taunted over and over in your mind like a curse.

“It never hurts to ask!”

Minho stepped back, catching his breath. “I think I’m good now.”

“Great!” You snapped your thoughts back to the moment. “I’m gonna wash off before I head out...you?”

“Probably. The water at my place as been fucking freezing lately, I swear that my landlord is a criminal.”

“Oh...sorry about that.”

“ ‘t’s fine. I’m talking with him tomorrow.”

“I’ll head in with you then…”

((       ))

Chan’s gym had a propensity for having facilities that were usually slightly off-- the automatic lights being one of them. If it wasn’t for more of the high-set windows, it would have been pitch black in the locker room, but the nearly full waxing moon filled the whole room with brilliant silver light. Among the metal of the lockers and the porcelain sinks, the room seemed to be bathed in a bluish tint.

“He’s really gotta get the lights fixed.” You said aloud, merely just trying to say anything to fill the quiet of the room.

“Add it to the list.” Minho breathed out a snicker. “That fourth sink hasn’t worked in weeks.”

“Really?”

The two of you had made some sort of unspoken rule being in the room together: backs turned, not daring to look at the other while you undressed, somehow it seemed like the respectful thing to do. The cold tiles met your bare feet, and your damp skin met the cool air. Suddenly the warmth of the shower sounded like the most enticing thing you could imagine.

Minho’s presence behind you intrigued you sneakily, thoughts pervaded your mind that you hadn’t expected.

Hyunjin had almost asked you if you had feelings for Minho. What would you have said?

You pulled your towel over your body, tucking it in place. “I...I wanted to apologize for the other day. I got too cocky. I shouldn’t have jabbed you that hard, and on your side. That wasn’t...fair of me.”

“I said before, drop it.”

You turned, and the sight of him nearly startled you. You had never totally imagined what he looked like under those white shirts that would cling to his sweating body, but it was nothing like this.

Minho’s back was magnificently sculpted and his shoulder blades curved and poked out from under his skin almost a bit like wings. The curve of his spine traced down his back in a perfect line, and it arched a little as he twisted his body around. Two little dimples peppered right above his waist. Close to his ribs, a little purple mark faded into the pale of his skin.

“I-is that…”

You advanced closer. In the blue light of the room, your eyes couldn’t make out what it was, but you suspicion twisted knots into your stomach.

Minho jumped a little seeing how close you had drawn to him after not hearing your silent footsteps.

“Is that...a bruise? Did I bruise you?”

Panic set in Minho’s eyes. “--No! No, that’s from a couple weeks or so ago, some stupid accident, I can’t really remember.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded.

“Well...if you’re lying, I’ll--”

“--What, punch me again like that?”

Minho’s smiling eyes crinkled up slightly and you felt yourself met lightly into them: his smile was something that you knew you had always found to be adorable. Seeing him like this brought memories of him on the mat, flat on his back, those same eyes looking up at you in his awe.

“Haha. Funny. No, I won’t hit you.”

“Good. That did hurt though.”

“...sorry.”

Water dripped from a sink somewhere, and Miho’s hand lingered on his locker door.

“I haven’t hurt you before...have I?”

“You?” In your confusion, your brows scrunched together. “Not that I can remember I think. I know that it looks really dramatic when I fall but--”

“--I don’t want to hurt you either, you know right?”

“It’s just boxing, Minho, it’s not too serious, I know that you’re not like, out to get me or whatever.”

Under the silver-blue moonlight, Minho’s pale skin seemed illuminated. “Hmm.” He sighed.

When he faced you, you could see his pronounced collarbones and the way that his arms stretched out the muscles underneath. Never would you have imagined him to look this breathtaking. You chalked it up to being tired, but creeping little thoughts wove around your brain, whispering tantalizing ideas.

Silently, you wondered what he would feel like under the touch of your fingers. Every single curve of his body you wanted to trace, just to see where they would lead. You hadn’t noticed, but Minho had watched you as your eyes journeyed over him, just as his eyes had done countless times to you before.

You held his eyes tentatively with Hyunjin’s words on your tongue. “Minho, can I ask--”

Minho’s answer was hastily given to you in the form of him clambering his lips into yours while he drew you into his bare chest; he was much warmer than had imagined. There was something frighteningly intimate about the both of you meeting in a tangle of skin and lips; the heat of his chest and yours mixing. He had kissed you so suddenly that you seemed to stumble over your own lips deciding if you wanted to kiss him back. While he was needy, the way in which he ran his lips over yours was more caring than fleeting and impulsive. He knew exactly what he was doing as he gave into the magnetism drawing him into you.

Your partner’s hands cascaded down your back, drawing little squiggles down your spine, causing your legs to buckle slightly. He flooded your mouth with his kisses, each one more searing than the last, each one desperate to tell you what his words couldn’t. At last, you let your shocked body return to him, kissing him back. The moment that you did so, he shuddered into you, clawing lightly at your back. The tiniest “oh” from his lips moaned into your mouth and he shifted to tangle his hands up close to your scalp, drawing you even nearer to him.

He murmured onto you,  “I can’t tell you how long I’ve had to hold myself back.”

It was the slick of his tongue running over your bottom lip that sent you spiraling for him. Just as you had wanted, you let your hands traverse all around his chest and his back, following the lines in his body as if they were a treasure trail to something that you could barely comprehend. Your touches on his skin turned his breaths into unsteady little whimpers that traipsed in between your mixing of lips and heated exhales.

“Mm-please...come with me?”

((       ))

Condensation had gathered heavily upon the deep green tiles of the shower wall while it too dissipated up into the air of the dimly lit bathroom. Swirls of the white wisps entangled around you and you breathed them heavily into your lungs. Under the warmth of the water, your body felt perfectly at ease: your aching muscles too revealed in the feeling that the heat brought, and Minho’s kneading hands worked at every knot in your body while he touched everywhere he could...as if he was starving for it. Handfuls of your skin filled up his greedy palms.

“You’re so beautiful. Everything about you...I’ve always wanted to tell you…” Minho kissed down your neck lapping at your nerves and disrupting the trailing of water down your body. “You-you make it so hard for me.”

“Hard to do what?”

“You’re irresistible.”

Minho’s words escaped from his lips like fresh honey while you were left to melt under them. After being so quiet around you, you felt yourself a fool to have ignored everything that was in front of you; and for being as stubborn as you were.

Further down your body, Minho let his hands fall down your own chest, ghosting his fingers over your nippes. The softest touches from his hands made your buds harden instantly, and your arousal pooled obviously within your sex. To steady yourself, you had thrown your arms over his shoulders and scratched at the combination of water and strings of muscles on his back.

“I-I should have listened, Minho...I’m-mm-so sorry.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” He broke for a moment to catch your gaze. “Can I show you? Can I show you how much you drive me absolutely crazy?”

Minho coupled his words with the scrape of his nails down your arms. Every touch that he gave you was needy and testing. You set yourself giddy a bit thinking of how he must have imagined this very moment countless times.

Your hot breath tickled the wet skin of his neck where you returned his kisses. “You can do whatever you want.”

With your permission, Minho’s body appeared to tighten. Where he had pinned you against the wall, his painfully hard member dripped out his eager pre-cum, and throbbed against your belly. Your mind ran free thinking of the ways that you would show him attention as well.

“Mm-tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

Minho let his kisses waterfall next to the flowing water down your skin farther and farther until he had hovered over your own sex which had grown painfully swollen waiting for his touch.

In the silver moonlight, Minho’s brown eyes glistened while he looked up at you, teasing you with his tongue, never granting you the full satisfaction. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile seeing how you reacted to his agonizingly slow lapping.

“~Y/n~” He sang, “You taste so good.”

“More…” You pathetically pleaded. “Stop-stop teasing me...Minho.”

He did as he was told, granting you more of his mouth, and sucking steadily and purposefully as you grinded into his mouth for even more. Minho reached behind you to grab out handfuls of your ass in his hands, lovingly kneading the skin at the same time. Water droplets had showered over his face, and strung together his eyelashes in a way that you could have sworn made them look as if they sparkled.

Before your orgasm hit, you demanded of him, “Come up here.” The way that his dick had twitched while he had sucked on you was becoming too hard for you to ignore.

With your finger tracing along his jaw, you kissed into his mouth, “My turn.”

The tiles were a bit hard on your knees, but after you had swung his beautifully thick thigh over your shoulder, nothing mattered as you had found your perfect angle.

You have him sloppy kisses all along his length and bit into his thighs, indulging in him, pulling at the skin where he was much more sensitive than you had expected. While it was contradictory, you gave him as many hickies as you could on the skin of his milky inner thighs. The purple love bites were gorgeous on his shaking legs.

“oh god.” He moaned out.

Your tongue teased him for a little while longer, then his hands told you what they wanted you to do. He had braided his fingers deep into your strands, and pulled your lips up to meet with his tip.

“God, I want you so bad, please, y/n.”

Just as how you had felt when he was at your mercy on the mat, he was all yours now: yours to take apart, yours to put back together.

“Needy baby.” You cooed into his leaking slit. “That bad?”

“Are you going to make me beg more?”

“Maybe I like it?” Your wrist jerked at him at last.

“Please give me your mouth, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Cute.”

Upon fully taking him in, Minho gasped out so sharply and loudly, it even surprised you. Never had someone been so needy for you, it was intoxicating. You took him in gradually deeper and deeper, pushing down your throat. All around you, the showering water coated you in an ocean of comfort; it trailed down your hair and fell down the sides of your face and your arms, no place was untouched.

Minho’s pruned fingers dug into your shoulders, “get up--fuck--”

At first, his fingers entered you, teasing your hole. Your stringy slick mixed with the water clinging to his fingers. The orgasm that he had once started within you pooled heavily and tightened at your core.

“Show me Minho, give it to me.”

He instructed you by picking you up into his arms, then pinned you against the tiled walls, back flat against the cool stone. His fingers dug into your ass, aligning you over his dick. It took all of your strength to wrap your arms and legs around him, but he held you back with ease.

“I-I’m not too heavy?”

“No. Not at all, you’re perfect for me. All of you.”

Together, you shivered at the feeling of connection once he had entered you, instinctually finding each other's lips between the water.

Minho’s thrusts started out slow and careful, planned almost. He was intentional in the way he reached as deep inside you as he could and listened to every response of your body.

“Mm...keep going,” you panted, “like that. ‘Feels so, so good.”

Time faded into non-existence this way with Minho dragging his hips in and out of you with a tantalizing speed. More than anything, it was the closeness that you felt taking him in so wholly, feeling every inch of his length. Each time that he grazed you deep, you sunk deeper into him, becoming weaker and weaker in his arms.  

“I’m so close. Can I cum?” Minho’s brown glistening eyes pleaded to you.

You nodded eagerly, and it was if a switch had flipped inside him. All at once, he shoved your body harder into the wall, screwing you into it. His arms flexed where he held you, and his chest flushed red as he neared his release. When he did, his face was near euphoric as he milked himself completely into you, reaching one hand down to give your sex more attention, using his thumb to apply pressure.

When you reached your release, you could only helplessly convulse in his arms, thighs quivering against his hips.

Minho cradled you as you came down, smoothing the top of your head, then eventually helping you stand on your own. “You okay?” He took both sides of your face gently in his palms. “By the way, what is that you were gonna ask me earlier? Sorry…”He bashfully grinned at you. “I had other things on my mind.”

You took his face in your hands too, firstly brushing over the little mole on his nose, then delighting in the soft hairs of his cheeks.

“It’s okay. I got my answer.”

[koko-bopp]

Sribbles

mark lee x male!reader

word count - 0.8K

genre - FLUFF, university!au

contains - a bit of swearing, internalised homophobia? blushy mushy mark.

synopsis - mark has a crush on you, it's a feeling beyond ignoring at this point; he can't help but stare at you from across the room, he can't help but blush when you lock eyes and he can't help but scribble your name in his notebooks; it's become a guilty pleasure.

Mark literally borrowed a pink pen from his friend, it was just a colourful alternative from the blue and black pens he's been using to decorate the corner of his notebook. It wasn't even intentional; some days he'd just be writing your name and adding hearts and he'd just blink for a minute when he realises what he's doing. Other days it became a guilty pleasure, he'd bite his lip feeling criminal for thinking about you like this... but your name looks so pretty.

You're not even in the same major as him. He'd met you at the library when he had gone to greet Kun; both you and his friend being in the medical faculty. Your smile was just so captivating; and then he'd catch you in the University food court, with some of his other friends, in study halls. It became a routine to just admire you from afar, on the same table you and his friends were sitting on if he got really lucky.

"What you got there?" Johnny just pops out of nowhere, coming behind Mark who just shut his notebook like he was withholding top-secret information, mumbling a quick 'nothing' as Johnny sat across from him on the table in the campus courtyard. Johnny rolled his eyes, picking up the soft-drink can with the straw sticking out from the top that belonged to Mark, taking a sip of the drink, "Sure, because that wasn't suspicious," he says, before furrowing his brows at the drink, and sliding it back to Mark, "That's not Fanta, bro."

Mark looks away, using his elbows to keep the book in place on the table, "What's up?"

"Saw you sitting alone, dropped by, thought you were studying, thought I could help even though you're doing visual communications and I'm over in law– but hey, what the fuck? you're my friend–" Johnny explains, taking another sip of the Fanta before frowning and putting it back again, "Yeah, then I see you using a pink pen in an empty notebook."

Mark avoids looking at Johnny. Yeah, they're friends, and Mark is very comfortable around the guy, but he's not gonna tell him about his obsession with you. Mark just nods, way too suspiciously, "That's.. nice?"

"C'mon," Johnny presses, "Who's the girl?"

"I- The what?"

"Oh my god," Johnny leans in towards Mark, squinting at him for a quick minute, trying to read him through curiosity, "Dude. Are they a dude?"

Mark's eyes widened. He didn't like you! No, wait, he liked you, but he didn't like-like you! It was just admiration! He doesn't– he's not– surely it's normal to write the name of a guy who doesn't really know you all that much? You're just really worth looking up to? You're attractive but not 'i, a fellow dude, want to kiss your lips out something attractive'. You know, it's just... it's not gay, "Johnny, I'm not–"

"Mark, dude, you say that, but your face is so damn red you look like a tomato," Johnny interrupts, sitting down in his seat again, "Also, nobody is straight. I refuse to believe it anymore."

Mark didn't say anything for a moment. He couldn't bring himself to admit it for the longest time but hearing someone else say it made a bit of sense. It might be a little gay, but– no, it's not, he's just enhancing his comradeship...

"... Are you gonna tell me who it is? You don't have to, but, I hope you know you can trust me."

Mark was going to give a name, but he was interrupted by the sound of a familiar, very familiar, voice yelling out; "Johnny!"

Johnny's face lit up, waving at the man who called out his name and indicating the guy to come his way, "[Y/N]! What's up?"

You walk over to stand next to Johnny, giving Mark a big smile as you clasped your hands on Johnny's shoulder, "I was heading to Medical to help Kun with his project, and I saw you with..." You look at Mark for a moment, you know exactly who he is, but you had to stop yourself from giggling at the redness of Mark's cheeks, "Markie, are you alright?"

You know his name? "I- yeah! I'm okay! I think I'm just running down with a cold," he coughs, looking at Johnny who has a sceptical expression on his face. He's so bad at pretending, Mark's just praying that Johnny doesn't catch on.

"Damn," you mumble. You reach forward with the hand that was on Johnny's shoulder to place the back of it on Mark's forehead, checking his temperature. The poor boy wanted to start crying with how flustered he is; you spoke to him, you were worried about him, and now you're touching his face, and not moments ago was he decorating his notebook with your name. "Mark, holy shit. Your burning up, you should go home."

"T-trust me, I'm okay–"

"Can you drive?" You asked, your hand moving down to his cheek. Johnny almost started laughing, Mark looked like he'd melt. "I can take you home if you like."

What's happening? Who's doing this?

"You know. I think you should take up the offer, Mark. [Y/N] is a medical student, he'll kiss your wounds," Johnny feigned his sympathy, finally catching onto the boy that caught Mark's attention. Mark wanted to glare at him, but maybe also thank him, he hasn't decided yet.

"Okay, okay," Mark nodded, looking up at you with a smile and red cheeks, your hand still on his face, "I, er, my apartment isn't far from campus, I really hope it's no trouble.."

You rolled your eyes, "Don't be silly. Let's go, I'll make you soup too."

You'll make him soup too? Johnny's got a stupid grin on his face, a whole 'i know who it is' look and Mark can't even be mad, he's just gotten everything he's ever wanted in a matter of minutes, and he's barely embarrassed himself.

Skipping one lecture for the boy who's name you scribbled in your notebook isn't a horrible idea..

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Caution to the Wind: PART 3

For Part 1 Click Here and For Part 2 Click Here

Pairing: yoongi x reader ft. Namjoon (brief)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, a lot of first times, Solo (m), Oral (m) (f) receiving, hand job, triggering themes (anxiety attack), 

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia​ @loveyoongles​ 

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS PART IS SOLELY FROM YOONGI’S PERSPECTIVE. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Yoongi:

Yoongi sat there, outside of the music room, his leg shaking frantically, waiting to be called so he could submit his entry exam. He had been working on this beat for months and it was finally perfect. It was a requirement for this music program to pass an entry exam in order to use their studios during the semester. To say Yoongi was nervous was an understatement. He cleared his throat for what felt like the hundredth time. He scratched at his neck, yanked on his ear, and picked at his calloused hand. “Come on.” He groaned under his breath. He had already been waiting an hour, an hour he could've spent with Y/N. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and thinking back to last night. How sexy she sounded when she moaned his name, her glistening core, and her gorgeous body under the flowing shower. “Calm down Yoongi.” He whispers to himself when he feels his cock twitch.  

He looks at the music room door, wondering what was taking so long with the student before him. He picked at his hand again, grumbling to himself, flashes of Y/N's pert nipples dancing in his head. He groaned, angry with himself that he was unable to shake her from his mind. He closed his eyes again, thinking back to the shower, her body on full display. She didn’t bother to hide herself the way he did, ashamed that he was once again hard after having just cum. Would she blame me though? Watching her wash her body was probably the second hottest thing he’s ever seen. He was sure to stand sideways, hiding himself as much as possible. “Aren’t you gonna wash up?” She giggled. “Yeah, you just take up so much space.” He teased, hoping she didn’t notice how much she affected him.

“Alright then, I’ll give you your space.” She smirks, rinsing off and ducking out of the shower. Yoongi was sure to peek from behind the curtain to be sure she was fully gone from the restroom before he began to stroke his aching cock. “Fuck.” He whispered, moving his hand quickly over his thick shaft. He couldn’t believe what just happened in that bedroom, couldn’t believe he had just showered with Y/N. Watching her play with herself was probably the highlight of his life. He was sure she would tell him no to his proposition. She was gorgeous, such a catch and he was... well.... him. They had been best friends for years, since they were kids, but that friendship had blossomed into so much more for him. She was his rock, his everything. The literal highlight of his day. How would she react if she found out that he had a growing crush on her? Maybe she felt the same way or maybe he was just fooling himself, either way he was honored she let him see her so intimately.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so gorgeous. I want you so bad. Sss- So fucking hot.” Yoongi whispers under his breath, tugging at his balls. He bites his lip, feeling his body tense, that delicious tug in his scrotum. He moans as silently as he can, his hand working his tip furiously. His mouth falls open when that familiar feeling raptures his body, his balls jumping up right before he turns his cock up to unload his seed onto his stomach. He’s a panting mess, still slowly working his length, moving forward into the water to rinse off.

“Min? Is your name Min?” Another student calls from across Yoongi, snapping him out of his fantasy. Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he looks over to the student confused. “Are you Min Yoongi?” The kid asks again. Yoongi nods. “Okay then, you're up. The professor stuck his head out to call you.” Yoongi nods again, his cheeks reddening, the feel of his erection against his thigh keeping him from moving from his seat. Suddenly the professor sticks his head out from the music room, “I don't have all day! Is Min here or do I need to move on?” Yoongi throws his hand in the air, grabbing his backpack from the floor and using it to cover his lap as he walks into the music room.  

“Major?” The professor asks blandly. “Music Production.” Yoongi grumbles, feeling his face heat. The professor nods, taking a seat and nodding towards the open laptop. Yoongi looks over blankly. “Should I play my track?” He asks. “Well, I surely don’t want you to rap Mr. Min.” Yoongi clears his throat, moving towards the laptop and sticking his thumb drive in. He scrolls through the files, locating his track and playing it for the professor. He begins to nod his head to the beat, calming a bit when he sees the professor do the same. “Should I explain my method?” Yoongi asks. “Assuming I don’t understand music theory?” The professor counters. “No, I didn’t mean....” “You can turn it off.” He snaps, sitting up and scribbling on his notepad. Yoongi swallows hard, turning the track off. He feels his heart racing, waiting for the professor to give him his grade. “I like your work Min. Your mouth not so much. B+. You can expect an email with details on where to pick up a studio scan card on the day of move in. Have a good one.”  

“With all due respect sir. I feel like the track is worth more than a B+.” Yoongi scoffs, nervously. The professor nods, leaning back in his seat, “Play it again.” Yoongi moves to play the track again. The professor nods to the beat, leaning forward to scribble down more notes. “Turn it off.” He demands. Yoongi stops the track, staring at the professor. “B-.” The Professor declares. “What! Are you insane? Do you know how long I worked on this? I could sell this right now and make millions.” Yoongi word vomits. The professor smirks. “Like I said Mr. Min. I like your work but your mouth not so much. I like the beat, but it isn't perfect. If it were, you wouldn’t be here trying to get your degree would you. You’d be out there making said millions. Now can I assume that you still want that B+ or are we settling for a B-.”  

“What an asshole!!” Y/N shouts when you meet up with her and describe what transpired. “It’s fine. I took the B+. At least I passed the entry exam.” “That’s fucked up Yoon. You should report him.” Yoongi sighs deeply, holding open the door to the burger joint you both decided to eat at. “It’s fine really. I met a cool kid after. We exchanged numbers.” “Oh?” She stops suddenly. “Yeah.” “A girl or....” Her voice trails off and Yoongi’s eyes pop open at the realization of her assumption. “No! A guy,” Yoongi laughs nervously, “Namjoon. He’s taking Music as well. Passed the entry exam also, so we talked about possibly working together in the studio. I got good vibes from him.” “Well look at you making college friends already.” She teased, walking to the line to order. Yoongi shook his head, digging his hands into his pocket for his card to pay for the meal.

“You think I should go home tonight? Talk to my parents.” He asks, the pangs of guilt gripping him. “Finally ready to say sorry. Do you want me to come with?” “I didn’t say all that. I was just thinking maybe I’d try again to get them to see things differently.” “I feel like that’s a great idea Yoongi. If it feels right, then you should go for it.” Yoongi smiles watching Y/N order for the both of them. She was so supportive and knowing he could count on her made him feel confident. So confident, he moved towards her, waiting for just the right moment to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She giggles when he pulls away. “What’s that for?” She asks. “Being amazing.” He shrugs, moving forward to give his card to the cashier. “Sorry sir your card has been declined.” “Excuse me? That’s a mistake, can you please try again.” Yoongi swallows hard, shoving the card back at her. She swipes again and the machine beeps. She looks up at him and shakes her head. “It’s ok. I got it. Maybe the machine is messed up.” Y/N offers, pulling out cash.  

You both take a seat and wait for your number to be called. “Hey, you ok?” Y/N asks but you are too busy reading and re-reading the text from your mother. ‘Yoongi, until further notice, you have been CUT OFF.’ “Yoongi! Hey!” Yoongi finally looks up at Y/N, swallowing hard and turning his phone to her. “They cut me off. Its why my card didn’t work.” He mumbles, staring down at his feet. “Holy shit! What the hell?!? How could they!!” “I knew they were pissed but.... it's fine. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change anything. I’ll just get a job and work nights to pay for myself this semester and then apply for a scholarship next year. I can do this! I’m fine. It’s fine.” Yoongi assures her, even though it's really himself he’s trying to assure. His heart begins beating rapidly, the throws of anxiety slamming his entire body. “Can we walk?” He blurts out suddenly, a cold sweat hitting him. “Yeah of course.” Y/N jumps up just as they call your number. Yoongi runs out the restaurant, Y/N running to catch up with the bag of food in her hand.  

“Talk to me Yoons, you look sick.” “I can't breathe.” Yoongi confesses, his lungs feeling heavy with every breath he takes. “I just need to sit.” He says suddenly, plopping down on the side of the street, gasping for air. Y/N begins to wipe away the sweaty hair his forehead, but it only annoys him. “Please don’t touch me ok.” Yoongi shouts. “I’m sorry. Of course. Yoongi, please, take a deep breath. I think you're having a panic attack.” Yoongi feels sick, his stomach turning and heart racing. He drops his head between his knees, gasping for air. “I’m ok. This is ok. I can do this.” He whispers to himself. “Yoongi, you need to go talk to them.” Y/N whispers and with that Yoongi yells out to the universe. Everything inside him boiling over, tears flowing in succession with his struggled breathing. “I knew they were mad but fuck!” He throws himself into Y/N’s lap, who immediately rubs his back, rocking him back and forth. “It’s ok Yoongi. I’ll help you through this semester and we can come up with a game plan for next year. I promise you're not alone. This is a minor hiccup in what is going to be the best four years of your life.” Yoongi hears everything she’s saying but all he wanted to do right now was feel sorry for himself, he had no use for logic, logic he can use tomorrow. Today, right now, he wanted to hate them and himself.  

“You ready for this?” Y/N asked, the both of you standing outside of your parents' home. Yoongi only nods. “Let’s get this over with.” Yoongi puts his key in the door and attempts to turn it, but it doesn't move. “They changed the fucking locks!” He shouts. “Calm down. Remember what we talked about. You get more bees with honey than vinegar.” “Sure. Honey.” Yoongi responds, slamming his fist on the door. “Jesus Yoongi!” “Fuck them!” He snaps, slamming his fist on the door again. They don’t get nice, not after the stunt they pulled. “Hey! Open up. It's your son! The one you disowned but an hour ago!” The door swings open and Yoongi’s father is standing before you both. “Son.” “Father.” “We have much to discuss, perhaps better without Y/N here.” “She stays or I go.” Yoongi was not up for negotiating. “Fine. Come in.” Yoongi nods to Y/N to follow him in. “You can have these back.” Yoongi declares, giving his father the old keys. “Yoongi, please understand that we wish it didn’t come to this. You still have time to change things. A simple major switch.” “I don’t want to switch majors.” “Maybe study Medicine and minor in music. Compromise.” “I don’t want to be a doctor.”  

“Son. We want what's best for you.” “By cutting me off and leaving me to sleep in the streets?” Yoongi shouts. “You’re always at Y/N’s house!” Yoongi’s mother shouts from the kitchen. “You never make it, so I want to be here! Always pressuring me to be someone I am not! Why can't you just love me as I am?” Yoongi shouts at her. “We do love you as you are son, but music is not a future.” Yoongi’s father inserts. “I’m good at it. You just need to believe in me.” Yoongi all but pleads. Yoongi’s father sighs and Yoongi can see the ice chipping away. He drops to his knees before his father. “Appa, Jebal.” Yoongi feels his father's hand on the back of his head. “NO,” his mother screams, “You have one week to get out! You can go stay with Y/N until you move to the dorms. No compromise.” “Mrs. Min, please. He’s your son.” “Yes Y/N he is, and he has brought me no greater dishonor than this. Now, no more talk. Please leave.” Yoongi feels his heart break into a million pieces, and he makes his last plea to his father. “I’m so sorry Yoongi. Here, take this.” He digs in his pocket, handing Yoongi cash, and kissing him on the forehead. “You must go. Your mother will have it no other way.” Yoongi nods, standing up, tears burning to unleash. “May I gather some things?” He asks his father. “Of course.” His father replies. Yoongi bows and quickly moves towards his room.  

“Help me grab some of this stuff.” He tells Y/N. “Yoongi, wait a minute ok. Maybe we can talk to them some more.” Yoongi gives a pained chuckle, knowing she means well. “It’s over Y/N, I can give your mom this cash for letting me stay with you guys for a bit or maybe I can ask for an early move in date with the school, but this isn't an option anymore. So, please, grab the keyboard and the laptop. Let me get a bag.” Yoongi packs as much of his equipment as he can along with clothing and he and Y/N make their leave. “Son!” Yoongi hears from behind him. “Wait!” His father runs up to him. “Please, here, I like to put away extra cash just in case. You know we love you, but we have bigger dreams for you than you may have for yourself. If things get to be too much trouble, call me. I love you.” Yoongi’s father hugs him and hands him a rolled-up wad of cash, running off back into the house. “Let’s get a cab. This is too much to lug around on a bus.” Y/N offers. Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead looks back at his home, hoping to see someone in the window. I’ll prove them wrong; He thinks. I’ll make them proud of my decision. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” Y/N cuts into his train of thought. “Don't be. Just, thanks for being here with me.” He isn't sure if he could've been as strong if she weren't with him. “I’m always here with you Yoons. Let’s get to my place. We can eat and talk to my mom.”  

“Okay, so turns out my mom is pulling an all nighter at the law firm working on this huge case so she won't be home tonight, but we can talk to her tomorrow.” Y/N explains, tossing her phone on her side table. “No problem. Thanks for calling her, maybe it's better to just talk tomorrow. We can sleep on everything that happened today. I’ve been looking up information on emergency housing and early move in dates for the school ever since we got here.” “Why?” Y/N snaps. “Well maybe because I'm currently homeless.” “Yeah, but not really. My mom isn't going to say no to taking you in Yoongi.” Yoongi can't help but laugh. “It’s one thing to spend a couple of nights but not to live. Besides what happens when you get a boyfriend, or I get a girlfriend. I don’t think either will be happy with us sharing a bed.” Yoongi scoffs. The idea sounding stupid as it leaves his lips but still something he should bring up. Their arraignment was just temporary, and knowing this, he felt the need to remind himself often to keep his feelings at bay. “Yeah, well we don’t have either of those things right now so who cares about that,” She rolls her eyes, unabashedly changing into her pajamas in front of Yoongi, while continuing her rant, “For right now let's talk about you staying here at least until we move into the dorms. Now, I’m going to crash because it has been an eventful day. Try to get some sleep at some point.” Yoongi nods, watching her crawl into bed, ass on display in her red thong, his mouth open. “I'm just going to work on some music and then I'll come crash.” He assures her, wondering if this was the new normal. Seeing each other nude, changing in front of each other, soft kisses just because. He cleared his throat, trying to shake the idea from his head to focus on music.  

Two hours later, Yoongi rubs his eyes, shifting uncomfortably in just his boxer briefs. He really should get some sleep, he thought, seeing it was already 2am. He stretches his body, looking over to the bed at Y/N fast asleep, cuddling a pillow, her lips slightly parted. Why is she so pretty? He groaned, sliding his hand over his face. He released a sigh, opening a private window on his laptop. He looks over at Y/N again, still fast asleep. He clears his throat gently, typing in his favorite porn site. His cheeks heat with slight embarrassment. He shouldn’t feel as dirty as he does. After all the things they’ve done together, he should feel confident enough to wake her up and tell her he’s feeling needy, that after the day he’s had, he just wanted to cum. Unfortunately, he isn't, he’s still so shy, not to mention the fact that her taking control and talking dirty to him was such a turn on he thinks he may have a kink for her dominating him. He groans again at the thought, his cock slowing coming to life. He clicks on the sites search bar, typing in blow jobs. He looks over at his sleeping friend again. Coast is still clear. He begins scrolling through the recommendations, trying to find the perfect video. He needed someone who looked just like his sleeping Y/N.  

He scrolled and scrolled, the anticipation building inside him, until finally he found a video that was close to perfect. He clicks it immediately, no longer able to contain himself. He bites his lip watching the girl on the screen bob up and down with ease, never losing eye contact with the camera. Yoongi felt his body heat, his cock fully hard now and peeking out the thigh of his underwear. He leans forward, covering his mouth to keep from moaning at the sight of this woman work. She soon removes herself from her boyfriend's cock, stroking it gently. “You like that baby?” She asks and Yoongi can’t help but nod in response. “God.” Yoongi whispers when the girl quickly bobs on her boyfriend's cock again, faster than before. He has never had a blow job in his life but just imagining what it felt like had Yoongi’s blood on fire. “Ready to swallow my cum baby?” Her boyfriend asks. “Shit.” Yoongi whispers, palming at his warm erection against his thigh. The feeling so amazing he could swear he feels it riding up the back of his head. He moans a bit, rocking his hips, his headphones sliding forward. “Shit.” He whispers, going to grab them when he realizes, they aren't falling off but being removed from his head by Y/N.  

His mouth drops open and he scrambles to close his laptop. “I.... uh.... I'm sorry.” He panics. “Why?” She asks, lowering herself down to her knees. Yoongi’s eyes slowly widen. “I.... uh.... because.... wha- what are you doing Y/N?” He asks a little whinier than he’d have liked. “Trying something new.” She whispers, leaning forward to lick at the precum that has collected onto his thigh. Yoongi can't help but jump a bit, taken back by her actions. She’s so confident and forward. He wonders if she knows how much it turns him on. “Y/N, you're so sexy.” He whispers, moaning when she wraps her lips around his drooling tip. She suckles a bit before letting go the feeling jolting through Yoongi’s entire body. “Take off your underwear.” She instructs. He jumps up quickly, tugging down his underwear, his cock spring out. “Such a gorgeous cock.” She teases, licking her lips. “Ohhh, fuck.” Yoongi mewls, desperate for her. She smirks, moving forward, wrapping a hand around his length, stroking gently. “Oh God! Just like that.” He pants, his head rolling back. “Ask me.” She whispers with a flick of her wrist. “Wh-what?” “Ask me to suck your cock.” Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat and he whines a bit at her command. “Please.” “Please what Yoongi?” “Please Y/N, suck my cock.” He begs, his cock twitching in her hand, lust flooding his vision. She smirks up at him, positioning herself between his thighs. She once again wraps her mouth around his sensitive tip, suckling on it softly. “Ah, fuck. That’s so fucking good.” He pants.

Yoongi grips the arms of the chair, trying to keep from losing his shit further. This was real and fuck it felt so good. He couldn’t help but stare at her work. How focused her movements were, how her hand held the base of his cock steady while her wet mouth worked his length, drool dribbling down to his pelvis. He was so happy her mother wasn’t home to hear the desperate, needy moans that fell from his lips. The same moans that seemingly fueled her to bob up and down on his length, taking more of him into her warm mouth. She was so fucking wet, hollowing out her cheeks and then relaxing her jaw as she worked his manhood. Yoongi moaned as softly as he could, gripping the chair, sure he would rip them off at this rate. He desperately wanted to hitch his hips upwards, the feel of her uncontrollable drool pooling under his balls had him wanting to grab her hair and guide her further down but he didn’t want to push things. She soon removes her mouth from around him, a soft whine escaping his throat when the cool air touches his hot cock. “Do you like this? Am I doing it well?” She asks. “Yes. It’s so good. So fucking good.” She smiles at his response, licking a long stripe from the base of his cock up to his tip. The blatant teasing driving him wild, he just can't help but hitch his hips forward when she licks another stripe up his reddened member. She chuckles softly, looking up at him with lust in her eyes. “Can I touch you here?” Her free hand tucking under his scrotum, massaging at his balls. Yoongi’s head falls back, this was something he loved to do to himself but to have her do it to him was something that he never imagined happening.  

She wasted no time waiting for his response, instead, gobbling his cock up again, bobbing quickly up and down all the while massaging his balls. “Fuck! Y/N, this feels so fucking good. You’re amazing! Tug on them. It feels good when you tug on them.” He instructs, so overcome and no longer worried of what she will think of his neediness. His body felt so warm, and his cock was harder than it had ever been. She gently tugs at his sack, and he cries out, not caring how loud he is. Something flips in her and she relaxes her throat a bit, allowing for more of Yoongi’s dick to slide into her throat. His legs falling apart a bit to aid her. Was she really trying to deep throat him? The thought sending him into overdrive, feeling a tug deep in his balls. “Fuck, Y/N, if you keep this up, I won't last.” He groans, sucking a breath in through his teeth. She comes up for air, unable to take all of him. She shakes it off, not taking much of a break, bobbing again on as much of him as she can, using her hand to stroke the parts of him she can't reach. Yoongi gasps, the feeling so overpowering, he can't help but thrust up into her working mouth. “Just like that, ohhhh fuck! I’m really not going to last. Ohhh God. Fuck. Y/N, please. I need to cum.” He grips at the arms till his knuckles are white. She shakes her head at him, and his eyes widen at the realization that she's EDGING HIM!!?!  

He drops his head back with a long-drawn-out groan, trying to think of anything but the burning need to cum. His mind goes to water and how much he hates getting wet. That one time in middle school when he came home early and his parents where fucking on the couch. He grimaces at the image. His need to blow his load slowly dissipating. He looks down at Y/N diligently working and the need to cum comes back with full force when she locks eyes with him, sucking and stroking like her life depended on it. “Ohhhh, no no! Water, ice cold water.” He groans, closing his eyes tightly. She stops what she's doing, drawing Yoongi’s attention back to her. She removes her sleep shirt, her perfect tits on display. Yoongi can't help but reach down and touch them, rolling her perky nipples between his fingers. “You’re so sexy Yoongi. So good for me. You wanna cum baby? You can cum now, just let me know when you're going to cum ok.” She instructs. He nods, panting like a dog in heat. She takes his length in her mouth again, bobbing and stroking so fast, it doesn’t take long for Yoongi’s orgasm to build up. He moans her name over and over, his abdomen tensing, his balls tightening. “Now, now baby. I’m gonna fucking cum right now.”  

She takes a moment to just suckle on his tip, sending surges of electricity throughout his body. “Shit baby, I can't hold on.” He pleads. She moves away, stroking his cock with one hand, and lifting her tits up with the other. “Cum on my tits. I want you to so bad baby.” She pants. “Fuuuuuck!” He exclaims, placing his hand over hers to stroke his cock, aiming at her gorgeous breasts. He growls at the amazing feeling that surges through him when his prostate begins to pump, that first spurt shooting out of his tip and onto her waiting bosom. She gasps when his warm seed hits her chest. Yoongi pants desperately, moving his cock around to fully cover her in his climax. They both stop moving their hands and she leans in to suckle at the final beads of cum that accumulate at the tip of his cock. Yoongi sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, overstimulation stinging. “Ah it's too much.” He moans. She unlatches and begins to rub his cum into her mounds. Yoongi is so turned on by her display that he reaches down, lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the bed.

Yoongi lies her back on the bed, panting hard as he pulls her red thong off her body. “Yoongi.” She moans out when he drops between her thighs. He’s never done this before, but he’s never wanted to do something more in his life. In this moment, as he buried his nose in Y/N’s sex, if he had to choose between music and tasting her, he would pick tasting her hands down. “Yoongi, please, make me cum.” She begged causing Yoongi to take a deep inhale of her delicious intoxicating scent before his tongue darts out of his mouth, collecting her nectar on his tongue. He moans into her cunt, her taste a swirl of tangy and sweet. “So fucking good.” He breaths against her, resting his body flush against the bed, gripping the flesh of her thighs. She hungrily spreads her legs for him, gripping his locks, and pulling him close to her dripping folds. “Eat my pussy!” She growls, yanking at his hair. “Yes baby, anything for you.” He coos, diving into her wetness. He licks at her gorgeous folds first, swallowing back her juices with deep hungry moans. His mind begins to race. Am I doing this right? Is she enjoying this? Should I use my hands like in porn? “Lick here,” She pants, yanking him away by his hair to point at her swollen bud, “my clit.” He nods, licking her juices from his lips.  

He lowers his head between her thighs, gliding his tongue over her clit. A sharp gasp escaping her lips, her back arching. Yoongi’s skin gooses at her response and a surge of excitement courses through him. He begins to roll his tongue in quick flicks over her sensitive bud, the sweet sounds she’s making his reward. “Oh Yoongi. This is so good. Faster. G-go faster.” She gasps, thrusting her hips into his face. He groans into her sex, the feeling of her gyrating against him causing his cock to come back to life. He starts swinging his tongue side to side as fast as he possibly can, his appendage soon growing tired. “Can I use my fingers?” He pops his head up to ask. She’s completely out of breath but nods. “Just don’t put them inside me. I’m not ready for that yet.” INSIDE!! Yoongi’s brain screams. “I... No.... I won't.” He stutters, lowering back down. He brings a hand up, wrapping his mouth around her clit and slurping. “SHIT! Yoongi, oh fuck!” She cries out, bucking forward. Yoongi places his first two fingers on either side of her hardened nub and begins to slide them up and down quickly. The combination of his saliva and her juices aiding his moving fingers. She pants frantically, tugging at his now sensitive scalp, bucking into his face. Yoongi switches between suckling and rolling his tongue against her clit, moving his fingers in succession with his greedy appendage. “Yoongi! Fuck! Oh, Fuck! I’m going to cum.” She cries out, her walls beginning to quake causing her entrance to pulse against Yoongi’s chin.

He hums in approval at the feeling of her fresh juices leaking out on his face, her body tensing with one final tug on his scalp before relaxing. Yoongi finally pulls away when he feels her body relax, lifting off the bed, his massive erection on display. “Come here. Kiss me.” She gasps, arms outstretched. He gently falls into her arms, latching onto her soft lips and swirling his tongue around hers. He moans into her mouth when she grabs onto his cock, quickly stroking it against her abdomen. He tries to pull away, tell her she doesn’t have to, but she wraps her free hand around his neck to keep him latched to her lips. Her hand moves with ease, he’s so turned on, his cock is freely spilling pre-cum. He mewls and moans desperately into her commanding mouth. Her wrist twisting, hand twirling over his tip just how he likes it. He whines now, the only wat he knows how to warn her of his impending climax. His body tenses and his core tightens like it never has before. Before long, he’s grunting against her lips, his cock shooting the best climax he’s ever experienced between their bodies.

She finally releases his swollen pout, kissing him once more softly. “You didn’t have to.” He whispers against her lips. “I know. I really really wanted to though.” She smiles wide, leaning in to kiss him again. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” Yoongi doesn’t want to play games anymore. He just wants to be with her. He smiles softly, fighting against his shyness, the words on the tip of his tongue when he swears, he hears her door close. They both look up frantically at the door. “Shit! Was that your mom?” He whispers. “I don’t know. Shh. Let me listen.” She whispers, arm still wrapped around Yoongi’s neck. “I should get dressed. We both should.” “It’s ok. Don’t freak out. I’m sure she’s not home. She said she wouldn’t be home till the morning.” “Technically its morning.” Yoongi snaps, his heart thumping against his chest. “Just relax.” “Fuck. If she finds out about us. She’s going to freak.” Yoongi groans. “There is no us Yoongi. Just two friends hugging. Even if she walked in, she can't be sure what she saw.” Yoongi scoffs, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “No, yeah, you’re right.” “Exactly. So, what did you want to say before?” “Uh, nothing. I’m gonna shower.” “Ok.” She says, leaning forward to kiss Yoongi again. He closes his eyes even though he shouldn’t. His heart betraying him with a flutter when he knows this is just temporary. He gets up and moves towards the bathroom. “Hey!” She calls his attention. He looks over to her and she winks at him, throwing herself back into the plush bedding.  

[leerongrong]

[1:59] the need to throw your phone across the room grows every second best friend!jaemin doesn’t reply to your messages, the last message you sent was 30 minutes ago and he still hasn’t replied. you figure his phone’s notification must be broken from the amount of date outfit photos you sent, now you're starting to regret trusting his gut to choose the outfit picnic date!jisung would like the most.

the day has been perfect, blue clouds and warm weather to accommodate the date jisung asked you out on just a week ago. said boy had planned the day out for weeks, only gathering enough courage to ask you the week prior. he had shyly reminded you again of your date yesterday, to bring some dessert and to meet him at the river. you’d asked him whether you needed to dress nicely or not and his answer was, “you always look pretty no matter what you wear.” with a heavy blush on his cheeks that made you blush too.

you had finished your hair and makeup roughly an hour ago and you’ve planned on either wearing a dress or a skirt, both options seemed uncomfortable as you'll be sitting down the whole time and you'll dread washing the grass stains but you still feel the need to impress your date.

“finally!” jaemin’s specially saved ringtone played on your phone, the melody very catchy and you'd found out it was one of his songs, you pressed the accept button immediately. “nana, i’m gonna be late!”

“i know, i know,” he gushes, "i just finished lecturing jisung- he wanted to wear a hoodie on your date! can you believe it?”

“na jaemin, i will literally spread your netflix password if you don't pick from one of the photos right now.”

“wear the skirt. jisung likes skirts.”

the adrenaline’s still running high in your system the moment you arrive. the river is tranquil with not many people there, just a few sitting on benches and some cycling near the park. the river is flowing smoothly as it should, with countless trees planted around it in purpose of giving shade from the sunlight and under one of them, you spot jisung.

the boy’s laid out on an open mat and while he is facing the other way, you can clearly see him twiddling with his fingers and you giggle, glad that you’re not the only one nervous for this date. you walk slowly onto the grass, hands on your skirt so that it doesn’t go flying when the wind blows. you see a picnic basket in front of jisung, multiple types of food surrounding him and a stereo speaker on his lap.

“hi.”  jisung’s head snaps up at the moment your voice hits his ears, getting up quickly on his feet to greet you with his own smile. “hey.”

you’re changing positions ever so often the moment you plop down while music plays for the both of you, the melody sweet and gentle as you try to eat in peace, conversation and banter flowing like the river in your view. jisung’s hands are twitching and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with your endless moving. “do you want to use my hoodie?”

“what?”

“you look uncomfortable in you skirt.” his cheeks are pink and he avoids eye contact while rummaging his backpack, hands popping back into view along with a gray hoodie. “i thought it’d be helpful.”

“thank you, sung.” your plates are placed on the ground while you reach out to take his hoodie, both of your hands brushing for a moment and you blush at the contact. you’re quick to hide your face as you pretend to busy yourself with putting his hoodie on your lap while he’s quick to avert his gaze to the laptop in his backpack.

multiple people pass along the both of you while you eat dessert, kids jogging around and playing soccer while you two watch the clouds move along, sometimes pointing out their shape and what they reminded you of, sometimes even laughing at the shapes jisung comes up with.

“you want to watch a movie?”

the two of you sit side by side, a comfortable distance in between while jisung sets up his laptop and opens netflix to watch a movie. while the movie’s duration shortens, so does the distance between you and jisung, the two of you shoulder to shoulder when the movie hits halfway and it takes everything in you to rest your head on his shoulder, heart beating faster while you wait for his reaction.

jisung is quiet for some time, his body going stiff after you laid your head down. the boy trying to take deep breaths as discreetly as possible. ‘she smells like strawberries and vanilla.’ jisung takes one deep breath, almost coughing when he hears you take one too. ‘come on, jisung. be a man, be a man.’

your heart jumps out of your chest when you feel fingers intertwine with yours. you'd imagine what holding his hand would be like before, only now experiencing how big his hands are and how they're slightly calloused and you feel shy to think about how his slim fingers fit perfectly intertwined between yours, the smooth texture of his palm underneath yours.

the rest of the date goes smoothly, both of you silent as he slowly walks you to the front door of your house. the night air is fresh and cold, slightly nipping at your skin under jisung’s hoodie. he's looking down at his feet the moment you reach the door, your hands ready to push it open and go inside to scream into your pillow. “i had a great time.”

“i- yeah- me too. i had a great time too.” his smile is flustered, cheeks pushed up as he smiles bigger at you. you see him slowly raise his hand to wave as he turns to walk back home. “good night.”

you're bitting the inside of your cheek, eyes trailing after his figure and you cup your hands to your mouth to scream out. "jisung, wait!"

your feet have never moved this fast in your life, you scramble down the side walk to meet him halfway, stopping yourself before you crash into him. under the streetlamp, you decide jisung looks more ethereal anyone else ever would, the thought of seeing him again soon filling your tummy with butterflies. you raise yourself on tiptoes, planting a kiss onto his cheek and making a mad dash back to your front door. you push the door open and wave at him, giggling when you see his tomato like red face. "let's do this again soon, yeah? walk back safe, good night sungie."

the door clicks shut as you slide down the wooden surface, heart beating so fast you press your palm on it, hoping to calm it down. your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and you're not sure how long you’ve stayed in that position until multiple dings from your phone snaps you out.

[20:01] nana🐰

how was your date?

[20:16]  nana🐰

jisung just came in looking like a tomato

[20:17] nana🐰

why does he look like this???

[20:17] nana🐰

hellooo????

[20:18] nana🐰

oohhh you kissed him! and asked for another date!!

[20:18] nana🐰

he looks like a love struck fool

[20:19] nana🐰

p.s jisung's going around like an idiot looking for his hoodie. its with you right?

[20:20] nana🐰

p.s.s jisung just realized its with you & says you can keep his hoodie. he said, i quote, “hyung it looked better on her than it ever did on me.”

[20:22] nana🐰

heheh jisung says your hair smells like strawberries and he likes it

[20:25] sungiiiee <3

please don’t read hyung’s messages!

[20:26] sungiiiee <3

i had a really good time...

[20:36] sungiiiee <3

i'll call you tomorrow, goodnight♡

[20:37] hyuck 🤡

he’s smiling so hard at his phone i’m scared his face’ll fall off.

[20:37] hyuck 🤡

it took him a whole ten minutes just to send a heart. love sick idiot.

[20:34] nana🐰

i hope he makes you happy as much as you do him. it makes me happy seeing him like this. tell me about the date tomorrow, now get some rest okay? good night.

[20:37] to: sungiiie <3

too late for that sksksk. your hoodie looks good on me huh?😳 good night sungie♡

[20:38] to: nana🐰

dont worry nana, he made me smile like no one ever did... good night.

[nolanhollogay]

“ are you not afraid of the consequences of your actions? “

antreggie shenanigans time 😎

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Ant was more than a little drunk, but somehow he was the clear-headed person in this situation.

"This is stupid. And a bad idea. Bobby is gonna be so mad at you," he said, watching Reggie fail to boost himself up into the open window.

Reggie was trying to break into Bobby's house to retrieve a book Ant had mentioned that Bobby hadn't returned. Well, "mentioned" was putting it lightly. He had drunkenly babbled about missing his copy of Romantic poetry that Bobby had borrowed three months ago, and cried a little because everything made him cry all the time, especially when he was drunk.

Reggie – who was completely sober, and supposed to be watching over Ant because Alex couldn't for the night – had decided that the best course of action was to steal the book back.

"But I bought you that book, so it has sentimental value, and Bobby shouldn't get to hold it hostage," Reggie said.

"Breaking in is dumb. I can just ask for it back, and like cry on him if he doesn't give it to me. And this is rich people territory, what if they call the cops?"

Reggie scoffed. "They won't call the cops. It's, like, one in the morning. No one is awake. Now boost me up."

"I'm not doing that," Ant grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you not afraid of the consequences of your actions?"

"Why not?" Reggie asked. "You're already an accessory to the crime, might as well participate."

He had a point, even if it was an incredibly stupid one.

"I hate you. I'm breaking up with you."

"Whatever you say, babe."

Ant linked his hands together to hold Reggie's foot, trying not to fall as he crouched down because his coordination was impaired, lifting him so he could pull himself through the window.

"Wait!" he said, belatedly, "How am I supposed to get in?"

Reggie popped his head back out. "You're not. Just sit there, I'll be back in a second."

That was a horrible plan.

"Reggie!" Ant said, trying to keep his voice quiet. "Reggie, come back!"

Reggie got caught approximately thirty seconds later. Ant watched the light come on and heard Bobby say, "Reggie? What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Uh, I'm here to get Ant's book back," Reggie explained. Ant thumped his head against the side of the house. He was so stupid. They were both stupid.

"Ant? Is he here?" Bobby asked.

Ant could practically hear Reggie start to panic. "What? No. It's just me."

Bobby stuck his head out the window and made eye contact with Ant, obviously trying not to laugh.

"Hi," Ant said, waving awkwardly.

"Hey, man," Bobby replied, smiling. "What book did you need?"

"My poetry book. The Romantics. It's green," he explained. Bobby nodded.

He passed the book through the window and Ant hugged it to his chest.

"We good?" Bobby asked and Ant nodded. "Cool."

Moments later, Reggie was climbing back out the window, even though he definitely didn't need to do that.

"Night guys," Bobby called.

Ant waved goodbye as Reggie said, "Night. Sorry about breaking in."

As they started the walk back to Reggie's house, Reggie bumped his shoulder into Ant's, smiling dorkily. "I'd say that was a pretty successful heist."

"You literally got caught."

"But you got the book back, didn't you?" Reggie poked him in the side. "Didn't you?"

Ant rolled his eyes but nodded. "Yes, I did. Thank you."

"No thanks necessary," Reggie said, grabbing his hand, "I would break into a ton of places if it meant making you happy."

Well, wasn't that sweet?

Ant fought a smile as he said, "Yeah, yeah. This better not become a habit of yours."