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yourlocalsmutwriter · 23 hours ago

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Lovers to coworkers - Jenson Button x reader

cw: mentions of fingering, creampies, actual spanking and cockwarming, age gap (reader is in her 20s, jenson is in his 40s), author loves dilfs and hates her clichés

"I have a job for you." Jenson says to you when walking into your shared apartment.

"I am employed, honey. Even though I wish this deadline from my publisher wasn't real, it is. Just like the fact that your lovely girlfriend is a romance writer.". You knew how he felt about what you do for a living. It was an icebreaker during your first date, and when you made him laugh so hard, he did a spit take at your first commissions, you knew he was the one. Thankfully for you, the writing you did had evolved much since your "man gets turned into underwear for his ex-girlfriend" days in college. It was insane how you rationalized that 10 bucks was 10 bucks.

Ever since then, you wrote like a machine. You were versatile, pitching different things to your agent. Poetry books, essay collections, general fiction, all of those were your favorites, Jenson's too. But what skyrocketed you to fame was the romance book you started writing after a drunken night with your boyfriend. You teased him about his "grid slut" days of the past. Asked him to tell you about it, warts and all. And he did, loving the way you crossed your legs as his stories of the past. He kept his hand between your legs as he told you about menages a trois in Monaco and public indecency in Italy.

Jenson fucked you raw that night for the first time and he'd been obsessed with you begging to be filled with his cum. He called you needy, greedy, desperately horny, his little slut. And as much as he tried to deny it, it wears him out. He likes slow things now. Eating you out for hours, orgasm after orgasm melting the time together. Having you stroke him as he's doing research. So when you whine and cum around him, he can't help it. Two more pumps and he's out like a light.

He wakes up hours later, thirst making his throat almost painfully sore. And you're still naked, aside from a pair of glasses, typing furiously on a laptop. He doesn't question it anymore but still tries to coax you into bed. You shoo him off, claiming something about "being in the zone" and continued writing.

You're particularly cagey about that one, but he can guess it has to do with F1 and specifically him. You ask about whether certain events would be accurate in a race. Learn all about his girlfriends passed and how they coped with his stardom. Finally, after months of pestering him, he gets an advanced reader's copy. It's a romance, and it's obvious that it's based on him. The female lead also has some similarities to you, which Jenson loves to tease you about. Both of you expect it to be normal. But social media gets wind of it.

The Booktok girlies were a force to be reckoned with. You should've known that, considering Mark and his controversially young girlfriend. Their "internet meetcute" was as cliche as one of your new plots. But the couple sure made good company on secret double dates. Nothing like beating the assumptions that you're sugar babies with a friend. So when she and the rest of the F1 romance community found your book, it was chaos. Thank God for pen names, because being Jenson's girlfriend on top of writing smut about him would be too much. But after your steamy work, everything shifted. Thanks to the feedback and sales, the book had become a sequel. Then a trilogy. Now, with a fourth one in the works, your partner was getting tired.

That's why, at the mention of your romance writing, he quickly bends you over his lap. He wastes no time in pulling your pants down, making your skin prickle.

"You know, you're bad for my PR, sweets. Do you think your fans have any respect for me?" He asks as he traces shapes on your bare ass. He's waiting to strike.

"Of course they do." You reply. You know the people reading your smut could be a little too into it. And you embrace it. Liking fanart, aesthetic moodboards, playlist. You have your own community and you love engaging with them. That's what sets you apart and partially gets the bills paid. More realistically, it's what helps you buy more books and also spoil Jenson's dog.

"Yeah, then why are they in my Instagram comments, all horny? Thought they weren't supposed to know that your protagonist is based on me." He wonders and smack, comes the first slap to your ass.

"I've built this image, you know." Another hit and he doesn't miss your moan at it.

"A book, almost 400 pages of my deepest, darkest secrets, so many hours of labor." Spanked again.

"17 years, that's almost a two decade career in F1, not to mention karting before and endurance after." Another strike, this time harder. Jenson ignores your pleas, just like he ignores the wetness of your cunt. That would have to wait.

"Took me years to shed the playboy image, so much effort to be serious and reliable on Sky Sports now. And you could potentially ruin it. We can't have that, now can we, sweets?" He asks and smacks you one last time. He drags his nails against the redness of your ass, making you feel the sting of his punishment. Which wasn't finished.

Jenson tells you to be a good girl and mount him, facing the other way. You love how he positions his mouth right against your ear.

"Let me tell you about the opening. It's an open kept secret, but they're letting go of Danica. Backlash from the fans and all that. So I figured, why not get a costar I actually get along with?"

"Jenson, I have no credentials. The public knows me as your girlfriend, it's gonna give nepo sugar baby." You say, trying to ignore your partner's hands on the cotton of your panties. You hate bringing up the age gap as well, but maybe it will remind him why this is a bad idea.

"First of all, everyone knows you're dating me for my looks and sex appeal, not my money. Second, you've been learning while researching your little smutty romances. You've seen every race this season and actually made some interesting points. Why not try it out?" He asks. He's stripping you, leaving your pussy completely exposed atop his jean covered crotch. You try to argue that you'd be a terrible pundit, purposefully using that word to piss him off.

"You'd be a fucking stellar commentator, love. And also a very pretty one, not that it matters." He says, gripping your waist.

"Let me prove it." He turns on the TV and opens the Sky Sports app. He puts on a random quali from this year and mutes it.

"Tell me what's happening and you get a reward." Jenson says and you can feel him unbutton his pants under you. You start with a general overview of the season, and when a camera pans to a certain driver you try to give a little tidbit of information. Your boyfriend adlibs with you, his tender voice becoming more clear and "TV like". Surprisingly, you can follow what he's saying. Even when he slaps the tip of his cock against your clit.

"Keep going, you're on air after all. Don't expect me to carry all of the conversation now." He whispers in your ear as you go silent. You try, providing some more fluff about the country and cheating by asking Jenson about his experience there. He responds by spreading you open and slamming into you in one thrust. Then he actually goes into detail about the track and some challenges.

"Talk the fans through Q1 and I'll move." He says as you squirm in his lap. Jenson's hands grip your hips, making you go still.

In order to "motivate" you, he places one hand on your nipple and the other on your clit. You try your best. You comment on tire choices, and purple sectors. You prompt him to fill your gaps. You even get heated as the time runs out, unsure who'd make it. As soon as you announce the 5 drivers that are out, Jenson moves. The short break between Q1 and Q2 is hell, with your boyfriend absolutely going feral.

"Aren't you so good to me, huh sweets. Taking me so well when I fuck into you. Being the perfect little cock sleeve. Don't get too excited now, we're just starting out." He says, just about as Q2 is about to begin. Then TV Jenson is back, he's talking like you two have an audience. You're too busy trying to get off, pussy clenching over him. As soon as he feels you do that, he pulls out, stopping right at the tip.

"Behave or we're stopping right now." He says and you delve into your observation about the qualifying session. Jense is a full on tease now, sinking you down on him slowly, giving it to you inch by inch. Then he's buried to the hilt and he stops. You relax into your commentator role, despite him throbbing inside of you. He won't let up, purposefully moving his body forward to see a technicality.

"Need glasses, Mr. Button? I know eyesight goes with age, but you're only 44. " You tease and are met with him spreading your legs even more and landing a slap square on your clit. You half moan, half announce the drivers who are out and your "career" is cut short. Jenson presses you flat against the glass coffee table, loving how your breasts are smushed against it. He wraps an arm against your waist and fucks you in earnest. Tip brushing your cervix earnest. Thighs shaking, toe curling earnest. Moans so loud they drown out the fact that he's still commentating earnest. As somebody takes pole position, Jenson makes you come and when the interviews come to a close, he's spilling his seed inside of you.

"You know, if you don't want me writing you like a whore, you should stop acting like one." You say. And even though he's getting soft, you're pulled to Jenson's thigh, smearing his cum over both of you. Round 2 is more predictable than the fact that you did not try for that open Sky Sports position. Because your slot with your boyfriend would have to be moved to after midnight.

#f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x you #f1 imagine #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #jenson button imagine #jenson button smut #f1 dilfs

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jayladfanpage · 4 months ago

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what jason ships are you partial to? reasonings and silly musings would be fun to hear as well :) My personal fav is jaykyle !

To be entirely honest, there's very few Jason ships I outright dislike, those being Jaymia, Jaytim, Jaydick (no real reasoning behind this one, it just icks me), and Jaykara. Everything else I can at least partially get behind. My FAVORITES, though...

Jayde/Sladejay is a big one. I'm obsessed with Jason dating older men and I do see Jason, at least in his villain era, appreciating the fact that Slade respects his methods and his ideology. Slade himself has a lot of hard-set morals and a deep, obsessive love for his family despite causing them nothing but pain, which sounds like a certain Gotham vigilante I know. Also, we all know Slade likes them younger. (Even though that's really bad characterization, it's still funny, so whatever) and I do see them genuinely making each other "better" in that villain power couple way. They wouldn't make each other good people, but they could make each other happy and content and fix their emotional cravings together.

Another big one is JayKyle as well! They're just so toxic and messy I fucking adore them. The epitome of "If we hate each other enough this might work." Both of them need to get dicked down good in order to shut up and the other is more than willing to do it. Jason being completely isolated when he was a hero vs Kyle being introduced to so many heroes at once it's hard for him to forge genuine connections with most of them in the beginning. Both endlesly getting compared to their better, more loveable predecessor. I'm insane

... Jayroy. And I'm not sorry about it. Obviously if you’ve seen my ao3 you're aware of how much I just adore them but. ARGH THEY MAKE ME INSANE. Part of this is because RHaTO was my first DC comic and I'll always be at least a little emotionally attached to it, for all that it sucks ass. Also, I do thing that Roy "Savior Complex" Harper would obsess over the idea of fixing Jason -- especially since Lian had just died when they formed the Outlaws in my timeline. I also think Jason would help Roy with his rampant abandonment issues ( @royboyfanpage has some great posts about that if you're interested) due to how unwilling he is to let go of people, RHaTO characterization notwithstanding. And I just think Roy Harper is really fucking hot and Jason deserves a kind, stern dilf with long hair

You may notice that none of these answers include women and that's because Jason's kind of a dick to most women he interacts with. I am excited to see where JayRose goes though!

#thank you for the ask!!#anon ask #mine #jason todd #red hood #jaykyle #jayroy #sladejay #dc comics #outlaws #cosmic mistake #others

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11queensupreme11 · 6 months ago

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I promised myself to wait a little more before reading but I couldn't focus when I just knew this was big.

So yeah, I end reading porn while my lecture... no regrets.

Me, reading chapter 31: Percy, your daddy issues are SHOWING my girl.

Can't blame you tho, your dad's hot. He's not a DILF, he's THE DILF, He deserves every capital letter.

Love that crazy blonde, have a special place in my heart.

Grover just got himself a VIP ticket to HELL, my boy, you just got yourself a target in your back and, all satyrs in both worlds are going to suffer for that decision even with Percy's help.

Poseidon promised to do nothing, but the rest of the family didn't

Love it, cause at least they know SOMETHING is happening now, kinda of. Well, now they KNOW she's alive and that's something...

Could be worse, wondering if Grover noticed her dress and what he's going to see about it. She has become a wife/prisoner? she did run away? Percy is using really expensive jewellery like mere rocks and can say something (a god? a god from a different pantheon?)

Anyways, she's now one bad fall from diving into the incest sin and I'm pushing her, after the first wet bed... well, we know they aren't known for their patience.

I'm rotting for Sun Wukong, just imagine what that tail can do 😏😏😏 (for once, I'm not being horny, but imagine him using that tail to push her close and hugging her. I'm a bitch for cuddles, make me blush like no porn has done before).

(Odin, the other way, is a DILF I totally respect ❤️👄❤️)

Chapter 32

Well, I did see this scenery come... but Zeus accusing Hera of being unfaithful? wishing it to be real, maybe with Ganymede, just to add more burn.

Totally deserves it, but you know, isn't happening.

(Sometimes, for a little bit, I feel sad for her. Her husband is The Bitch, has an almost impossible mission and no one is helping her... well, then I remember how she treated her husband's lover, literally kids, how she's just searching for Percy cause she needs her and then I'm fine, totally deserved)

(Now I'm rooting for the RoR gods, not because they're better, just cause at least they're honest about their feelings about humanity and, don't treat their children like guns with discount in Walmart)

Poseidon taking advantages from all his chances to discover new kinks with Percy (*screams, giggles, hides her face*). You're spoiling us, brat taming is my favorite kind of dom/sub smut, so this was gooooooooood for me

Poseidon just making her cry and then making her kiss him? Percy, you're living a wattpad history and is niceeeeee

Percy/Poseidon and Percy/Beelzebub fans, we're winning tonight!!!!

Beelzebub: A life with Percy or no life at all Me: Whatever you say king, I love your crazyness, don't change

He really is ready to save her, no matter if it means she's leaving him... a maturing king, love it.

Okay, we know he'd never send her to another's man arms (Sorry, I always forget his name), but he's TRYING and that's all I ask from him. He's closer than the others...

(Feeling like that TikTok "what if he's the devil? at least the devil has a job")

(What if he's throwing away her chances to go back home, at least he takes her to Midgard dates 🙄🙄🙄🙄)

Yes, I looking throught the BIGGEST red glass, not seeing red flags, just hearts around Beelcy.

Me:

Poseidon for the horny side and Beelcebub for the romantic side ❤️❤️

You know what would be amazing? Nico having to see all of this.

Imagine, the drama.

We know you love the drama queen, don't try to fool me, I know you survive from our tears and horny desires.

(Queen... just wondering... is this a harem history (Percy ends with all the yanderes) or just one of them? cause for now in my mind they have a horary where they share Percy like a divorce child)

Amazing like always ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YOU READ INCEST PORN AND CANNIBALISM DURING YOUR CLASS LECTURE??? 💀💀💀 i could never, i don't have the guts even when my phone has the privacy screen protector thing 😂

also, "all satyrs in both worlds are going to suffer for that decision even with Percy's help." yeah the satyrs in ror verse are still in deep shit even tho percy tried to help them, cuz even though it was only the GREEK council who saw it, this whole thing made BIG NEWS

can you imagine shiva, parvati, kali, and durga's reaction to hearing that percy was "violated" by an unknown satyr IN HER DREAMS?

or loki's reaction? or literally any god that knows about her and likes her???? or just gods in general (especially the protector of children gods) 💀💀💀 like, satyrs already have a terrible reputation, but to target a "one year old" daughter of poseidon IN HER DREAMS (which is unheard of for satyrs to be capable of, which makes it even more terrifying)???? they're FUCKED 💀💀💀

pan and dionysus are gonna have to put them into hiding or something lmao

there's more posy coming in in the futre, and as for beelzebub, he's just digging a deeper and deeper grave for himself lmao. he is singlehandedly ruining his own ship 😭😭😭 but at least he still has beelcy shippers on his side 💀

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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rubyreduji · 1 year ago

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(🎤) — most popular, (🎸) — personal favorite

other masterlists

LEE SEOKMIN

★ color me crazy (for you)

➥ 2.4k, fluff ➥ you've had a bad day, a bad week, at least you have seokmin there to help you impulsively dye your hair

★ overworked

➥ 2.6k, fluff, ft. platonic!jihoon ➥ seokmin just wants you and jihoon to take a break

★ balancing life

➥ 2.1k, fluff, angst ➥ surprisingly, life and death go hand and hand

boyfie seokmin + face riding (smut)

dilf seokmin x daughter's teacher reader (smut)

boyfriend seokmin x small tits reader (smut)

KIM MINGYU

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. minghao ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ take care of you

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ even when you are going on a date, mingyu is there to take care of you

★ lick the bowl clean

➥ 1.5k, fluff ➥ late night baking heals the soul, especially when done with a friend

★ good to be bad

➥ 10.2k, fluff, descendants!au, ft. wonwoo ➥ moving to auradon brings many new things, good and bad

★ a sheep in wolf's clothing 🎤

➥ 7.2k, smut ➥ kim mingyu is the biggest player on campus, so why is he coming to you for sex help

★ work husband

➥ 1.7k, fluff, ft. wonwoo ➥ your two coworkers get a bit too involved in becoming your “work husband”

★ my boyfriend's in a band

➥ 4.2k, fluff, minor angst ➥ there are many things you hate about your boyfriend

★ beach boobs babes 🎤

➥ 1.3k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu goes to the beach to cool down, but things only heat up

★ ice cream(ed)

➥ 1.8k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu really does try to be respectful, but it’s hard when you keep teasing him with his two favorite things: food and you

newlywed drabble (flluff)

XU MINGHAO

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. mingyu ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ opposites attract

➥ 1.8k, smut ➥ you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

★ apple of my eye

➥ 2.4k, fluff, descendants!au ➥ minghao’s arrival to auradon changes your life as you know it, and not just because he’s the son of the woman who poisoned your mother

minghao buying you the moon

BOO SEUNGKWAN

★ caught on camera

➥ 7.9k, smut ➥ being a cam girl is great, that is is until you have to consider your roommate

★ at the top

➥ 2.8k, angst w/ a happy ending ➥ it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

★ chicken

➥ 1.9k, smut ➥ the teasing between you and your best friend gets taken a bit too far

VERNON CHWE

★ high and fucked 🎤

➥ 2.8k, smut ➥ hansol is nothing to you but your ex-boyfriend’s roommate, but you still find yourself alone with him while you get high together

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. chan ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ he was a skater boy

➥ 3.6k, slice of life ➥ your skater boy best friend asks for your help to get with the head of the dance team

★ like a deja vu of heaven

➥ 4.4k, angst ➥ you meet your soulmate in a dream

★ weave your little webs of opacity

➥ 3.4k, fluff, spiderman!au ➥ vernon hates keeping secrets from you, but there's one big one he can't spill

★ the valentine's day date

➥ 2.8k, fluff ➥ the guys are determined to find vernon a date for valentine’s day

★ i like you, do you like me?

➥ 1.4k, fluff ➥ vernon knows you two will be best friends no matter what, so why is it so hard to tell you he likes you?

studio sex ft. jihoon (smut)🎸

vernon + spanking (smut)

reacting to you limping the morning after (smut)

LEE CHAN

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. vernon ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ concealed zippers

➥ 3.4k, smut ➥ you ask your best friend to zip your dress up

★ friends don't

➥ 3.3k, angst ➥ you and chan are friends, but friends don't do what you do

★ now spit, baby

➥ smau one-shot, smut ➥ you accidently send a meme to the wrong person, fortunately for you it sparks a conversation

★ do not touch

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

★ sweat pumpin', heart thumpin'

➥ 4.0k, smut ➥ when you get horny at rehearsal you want nothing more than to go home and take care of your problem, but you get stopped when chan asks you to run a dance with him, in the end you find a way to help each other out

★ omega envy

➥ 3.2k, smut, a/b/o ➥ chan goes into rut while you two are wrestling and you offer to help him out

warm bodied chan x cold reader (smut)

#rubyreduji #masterlist #seventeen #seventeen fanfic

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strang3lov3 · 2 months ago

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🌶️ Call me Bug/Buggy/Strange/Strang3, anything else you want to call me works too <3 I answer to everything

🌶️ She/her

🌶️ 20s

🌶️ Central time zone

🌶️ Scorpio sun, Leo moon, Sagittarius rising. I don’t really believe in astrology, so do what you will with this information.

🌶️ Mom to two void kitties, Gizmo and Jojo. They’re dicks. I love them. They’re the cats I post at the bottom of my fics.

🌶️ Smut writer - I don’t do fluff, love writing age gaps, dubcon/noncon, just making it wrong in any capacity. If my fics leave a weird taste in your mouth or make you laugh I’ve done my job. I’m open to writing most kinks, just nothing involving injury/gore because I’m a squeamish little weenie

🌶️ I am also a student, knitter, artist, tattoo enjoyer (if you show me yours I’ll show you mine), and a dilf/gilf enthusiast.

🌶️ Lots of nonsense going on here. Pedro Pascal, Kieran Culkin, David Dastmalchian, Depeche Mode, The Cure, MCR, TLOU, Succession, Silent Hill 2, The Sopranos, movies, art, cats, so many cats. I’m not sorry.

🌶️ I can be kinda shitty at checking my tumblr DMs, but in my defense, they fucking suck. Discord makes my dick hord so add me @/strang3lov3! I love to talk so don’t be shy :)

Other little things about me…

Appearance - I have green eyes and freckles and I wear big round brown tortoiseshell glasses. Long dark brown wavy/curly hair. Tall. Heavily tatted and very pale. Big, pouty lips. I prioritize comfort in my outfits, so I wear a lot of leggings and hoodies. I like to wear blue mascara and blue eyeliner, no foundation because it covers my freckles. Aquaphor for lip balm, sometimes a light brown lipstick. One day I’ll be brave enough to post a selfie lol.

Favorite foods - I love Thai and Indian cuisines, and I also love anything carb-y and cheesy. Pretzels and cheese, breadsticks and cheese, fries and cheese, mac and cheese. And I love eating fresh fruits and veggies. I love carrots, bell peppers, red grapes, strawberries, cucumbers with a little Italian dressing, cantaloupe.

Least favorite foods - TOMATOES AND AVOCADOS CAN GET FUCKED!!! Cooked tomatoes are a different story ofc, I have no quarrel with mariana sauce and things of that nature. But I am not into plain tomatoes. Avocados bother me a lot too. I’m also not a fan of raw celery, sushi, or fish in general. Hit or miss with peanut butter.

Music likes - Depeche Mode, The Cure, Father John Misty, Fiona Apple. Very into new wave, alternative, etc. My Spotify is linked in my pinned post and my bio 🩷

Music dislikes - any and all country, punk. I respect punk, just not super into the sound. I like my synth and whatever else.

Favorite perfumes - Dior Hypnotic Poison, Armani My Way Le Parfum, Michele Germain’s Séxual Noir, Nest Sunkissed Hibiscus

Nails - I rock my natural nails and keep them painted usually with something shiny, sparkly, or duochrome. I love holographics.

Fears/Phobias - afraid of puking and I’m afraid of bugs. Afraid of blood and injury. Not a big fan of injections/needles - tattoos are different. Tattoos don’t really register as needles in my brain.

Pet peeves - When people scrape their teeth on forks. The sound of people picking at their nails.

Favorite weather - overcast and rainy during the day, thunderstorms at night. I like snowy weather too.

Favorite colors - Earth tones and jewel tones.

Any/everything else - always cold. Cracking my knuckles often. I love jewelry, I love antiquing. My home is covered in weird art and stuff like that. I sit with my legs folded like a pretzel or like a gargoyle lol. I’m a very anxious and nervous person by nature. I watch a lot of YouTube.

#about me #housekeeping

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inadvisablebutinevitable · 5 months ago

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hellooo how would you rank the aftg characters personally? like in order of favorite to least favorite?

bestie I actually wrote a whole thesis essay response before realizing how unhinged it is so here is the abridged version: (note this is all for the canon versions of these characters, fanon ratings would probably be different)

Neil Josten

David Wymack

Nicky Hemmick (I know I know but it will take me 1000000 years to explain all my Nicky thoughts)

Kevin Day

Matt Boyd

Andrew Minyard (WHY IS HE THIS LOW?? Guys I don’t know I do love him I promise I would do anything for him)

Allison Reynolds

Jean Moreau (once again should be higher I love him I do)

Danielle Wilds (her and Allison could also swap places and I’d still be like “yeah that’s right” bc I love them both)

Catalina Alvarez (my fave tsc character besides Jean she means everything to me you don’t understand)

Jeremy Knox (I love him I do I just know nothing abt him)

Renee Walker (it physically hurts me to put her this low I love her so much I would die for her)

Laila Dermott

Aaron Minyard (don’t come at me pls I like him and I love fanon Aaron I just wasn’t Aaron’s number one fan in canon but I still have so much love and respect for him I swear)

Seth Gordon

I don’t really hate any of these characters I swear (except Riko he’s ranked so low he didn’t deserve a spot on the list) ((he’s a compelling villain tho)) (((Tetsuji is ranked like -100000000 I will never forgive Tetsuji ever)))

if you really want my never ending thoughts here they are under the cut:

warning for a long ass post I’m so sorry because sometimes even I can’t focus enough to read my own long posts

I have spent so long staring at this ask and trying to figure out how I can pit my children against each other but here is my best try: (this is in order of how much I enjoyed their characters personally when I was reading. The list would prob be different if I was ranking them as people and not as characters):

Neil Josten. It’s always gonna be Neil I’m sorry. Recency bias means that I’m currently thinking (and posting) abt Jean 24/7 but Neil Josten will always take the cake for me in ways I can’t even articulate. His dry humour and narrative choices always have me in stitches. He’s got so much trauma but he doesn’t want to do anything about it but push it down until he meets people he cares about and they found family him into actually healing. He cares so deeply and loves in such a subtle but incredibly strong way. I don’t know how to even express this without saying that the reason I can’t put aftg down every time I pick it up is because of Neil. He tells the story in a way that makes me want to know everything about literally every scene. It’s all Nora ofc but the personality between the lines is how I define “Neil” and I will never not love it. You’ve got me going and now I’m not gonna stop. I can’t even apologize for the length bc I will never apologize for yapping about Neil Josten I say that shit with my FULL CHEST

David Wymack. Do I even have to explain myself here? Those are his fucking KIDS and he would do ANYTHING for them while being a SASSY LITTLE SHIT about it the whole time plus he’s a DILF I would kill and die for him.

Nicky Hemmick don't shoot me pls LOOK do I think what he did to Neil in Edens was at all ok? Absolutely not. When I first read tfc I was HARDCORE hating on Nicky and then trk and tkm made him one of my favourite characters. I don’t think he’s perfect but I love the way he loves. It isn’t hard for him, none of the monsters had to prove themselves to Nicky, or even try to be a decent friend for Nicky to automatically decide that these were his people and that he cares about them. When we meet him Aaron is a homophobic dick to him and Andrew literally pulls a knife on him and yet we immediately find out that he willingly dropped everything and moved an ocean away from his home and his boyfriend to raise them both in the US and not ONCE does he act like he seriously regrets it. Me? I would be holding that shit over their heads every time they act disrespectful but for Nicky loving them despite the shit they put him through is not even a question. It’s not even just the twins too. That one scene where Neil asks “are we? Friends?” And Nicky is SO SHOCKED that Neil didn’t know and goes “oh kiddo of course!!” is my Roman Empire. Plus he’s hilarious obviously.

Kevin Day guys I love him ok, the first two books he compelled me but TKM he POPPED OFF. “I’ve never been skiiing” BANGER “I’m gonna be the deadliest piece on the board” GOOSEBUMPS, “My father comes to all my games” HAD ME IN TEARS. Don’t even get me STARTED on that sexy ass racquet hand switch at championships I’m going to combust. I love that he’s literally obsessed with exy and has the most complicated relationships with the mc’s of every book and yet steals the show every time. Kevin Day I love you.

Matt Boyd. I love him because he would love me for putting Neil first and kill me for not putting Dan before him. He loves his girlfriend and his homies and his sport and cars in that order. He’s a golden retriever who saw a team full of scary-ass wolves and still tries to be friends with them. He wasn’t a part of the “clique” that Neil was in but he did not let that affect his perception or love for Neil in any way. He’s been to hell and came out with just as much love in his heart as he did when he came in. He told Neil that he didn’t know if Andrew would be good for him but then he saw that Andrew fought Kevin for him and decided that he approved bc all that mattered to him was that Neil had someone who would defend him the way Matt would. Then he immediately becomes the #1 wingman right before the shower scene bc he would rather die than cockblock his homie. I love him so much

Andrew Minyard. Like Nicky, I was absolutely a HATER in book one and then he became one of my faves. I like that he’s brave and determined, standing despite everything when the world tried to put him down, but not without his flaws. I really appreciate that Andrew isn’t perfect, he struggles, he’s violent when it’s necessary and sometimes when it’s not. I love how he was always willing to protect Neil, despite everything in him telling him that Neil couldn’t be trusted. He’s a flawed man, but at his core, a good one.

Allison Reynolds is that girl. She reminds me of Andrew (both of them would kill me for saying that) because she takes no shit and gives no fucks. She’s who 16 year old me wanted to be when I grew up. She goes through every emotion in these books and comes out full of righteous anger and uses that to kick the raven’s ASSES and I’m so here for that

Jean Moreau. It’s weird to me that he’s so low because I love him he’s my special boy. I thought that he was interesting in TRK but Riko was a more compelling villain to me. Then ofc we learn that he was never meant to be the villain and he was ranked just below Kevin for me because I just wanted him to be happy. Then tsc happened and he became my hyper fixation. He has a VERY similar sense of humor as Neil except for Neil his jokes were directed at abnormal behaviour, and for Jean he just gets so appalled at the most normal things. I digress about his humor I love Jean and if u want to know why just read literally any of my posts

Danielle Wilds is my GIRL. Her story compels me so much and I really wish we got more backstory for her (obvs we got plenty considering the cast of characters is so huge but still… I want more). She loves her team so much despite everything and she works so hard to keep them together I wanna give her a hug and a kiss. (That scene in TKM right after Andrew breaks Riko’s arm Dan was the FIRST one to find Neil and she was so concerned about him she cares about him so much STOP they’re FAMILY I LOVE THEM)

Catalina Alvarez was my favourite character in tsc (aside from Jean) because I love her so much. @theresalwaysafiresomewhere said that cat reminds her of me and it was still to this day the best compliment I’ve ever received. I cannot name a single thing abt cat I don’t like so I’m just gonna keep going.

Jeremy Knox is only this low bc I still know nothing about this man. Reading his pov and seeing him thru Jean’s eyes was helpful in securing him a spot in my list of faves tho, I want to know everything about him please Nora please

Renee Walker also should not be this low it physically hurts me to put her here but like most other characters in this half of the list, she didn’t compel me as much until tkm. Just a personal thing I guess. I do love her though and I wish she got more time with Jean. It still bothers me that she loved Jean but was the bigger person about it and knew that they weren’t at the right place in their lives, and yet we don’t get to see how making this decision affects her. I think she deserves to be loved more. I hope she gets a happy ending the same way Jean does.

Laila Dermott I love her I just don’t really know enough abt her

Aaron Minyard I like him I promise I do he’s got some of the best one-liners! He killed drake did all that in college with an gf and all the power to him but really I think that fanon aaron just appealed to me way more. Canon Aaron just annoyed me because— gunshots actually you know what maybe it’s once again because unreliable narrator Neil hated him and Neil’s my fave so I had to be a hater too 😔

Seth. I know some fans love him and I respect that but I just… idk I don’t see the appeal. Fanon Seth is great tho I’m a fan.

Canon Thea is somewhere on this list near Laila again bc I love her but I don’t know enough about her to be like “yeah she’s my fave”. The version of Thea I created in my head based on the crumbs the books and the ec gave us, on the other hand… she’d probably be somewhere up there with Kevin

#long post #aftg #all for the game #the ask and the answer #asks #In this house we Stan Neil Josten

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eemcintyre · 2 years ago

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"The Firm" (1993) review

*Baby's first published movie review

*At least 90s Tom Cruise is the height of pretty.

Right out of the gate, I can tell you that this wasn’t the worst movie I’ve ever seen. It had a few good points for sure that I appreciated- I thought Jeanne did a respectable job as Abby, and girl was serving even at the funeral with that hairbow. Holly was also criminally underused as Tammy, who was my second favorite character in the book to Mitch. I missed queen Tammy. The autumnal aesthetic was also popping off and made me wanna eat some crunchy leaves. The jazzy soundtrack was good as music in itself, but a confusing choice for this movie that did not fit the mood and kept making me think I was watching “When Harry Met Sally.”

And that’s the extent of my praise; time to roast now. This movie is, I think, one of the most significant examples of why book-to-movie adaptations are always cause for some level of alarm. I could feel the filmmakers’ contempt for the source material emanating from the screenplay. The way that they were changing things even as minute and unnecessary as characters’ last names (Hodge/Hodges, Knauss/Krauss) and hair colors (Abby and Tammy are both magically redheads) just for the sake of changing them. And that’s to say nothing of the way the movie versions of the characters are devoid of any sense of nuance, and weirdly, sin? In the book, Mitch was a really interesting and relatable character because he was a person with flaws and inner moral conflict. He cheated on his wife (in a slimier way in the book too, I might add- no white knight scenario where he saves the girl and tends to her injuries) but never ended up confessing it to her, instead choosing to live haunted with the secret. He’s also a lot more demanding about money from the FBI and steals some extra from the firm as well, while in the movie he just gets a half a million and calls it a day. Additionally, he has a thinly veiled hatred for Abby’s parents and the book goes into much more detail about his own estranged family. Finally, his motivation for taking down the firm in the book is mostly about saving himself and the few he cares about, and less about going on some one-dimensional moralistic crusade full of monologuing about justice and the wonders of the legal system. But all of these flaws are what made Mitch human and his story interesting to follow. For me, personally, it’s not at all intriguing to watch a ~good character~ do ~good things~ out of ~good intentions~. Somewhat related but kind of opposite is also what they did to Avery- he was great in the book as the hedonistic loose cannon with no scruples who was slowly spiraling. And then in the movie they thought it was a good idea to throw in some weird redemption arc where he ~shows remorse for his misdeeds~ that felt so forced. Plus, this is me being picky, but Gene Hackman as a womanizing dilf was just not doing it for me.

Then there’s the plot, which had perhaps the most egregious of all the artistic blunders. Who on God’s green earth’s idea was it to water down all of the crimes Mitch had uncovered that the firm and the frickin mafia were accused of to… overbilling? The only thing Mitch gives the FBI proof of is that the firm was overbilling their clients? And then the mafia never gets prosecuted at all?? And this is noble and good for some reason because Mitch heroically refuses to violate attorney-client privilege and be disbarred, which in his state does not include if one’s client is committing illegal acts anyway so he could have literally turned over the mafia and still retained his damn license??? And this is also all on the premise that is trying so hard to be deep and edgy and philosophical: “well who’s really the bad guys, the mafia or the lawyers who protect them, huh?” Bro really thought he had something there but, um… both? It’s both. Oh, and then there’s no consequences for any of the information Mitch has given and the people he’s crossed, unlike in the book where he has to start all over in the middle of nowhere and leave everything behind, on the bad side of both the mafia and the government. In the movie, and I wish I was joking, he and Abby just hop right back into their old dinged-up car from the beginning and move happily to Boston like “Wow, that was a weird few months.” Ummmm... huh???

Overall, speaking of bad guys and their evil doings, the sense of dread, malice, and suspense that pervaded the book is just not there. I was constantly troubled by the feeling that something was Not Right, but didn’t know what, over the first big chunk of the book, and then once you know what’s going on, the stakes are so high and there is such a complex web of characters and their motivations and goals that you can hardly stand the stress and excitement wondering what will happen (which you do not feel sure about until the very last page). Sharing much less sensitive information and being on the bad side of fewer people in the movie, it’s hard to feel very concerned about how things are going to turn out, because the whole situation just doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. Nothing like the life-and-death risks of the constant chase from motel to motel and car to car over the last third of the book while Mitch, Abby, and Ray’s faces are also plastered all over the news.

This is all, of course, if one can even understand what is going on, which if you haven’t read the book, is really freakin hard. They tried to compress a book that’s more than an inch thick into a two-and-a-half-hour movie, which, though ambitious, is not a wise idea, especially when the book is already so convoluted with all its legal jargon and trying to keep track of all the characters and who knows/doesn’t know what. Honestly, the plot would have been much better executed with a “Fatal Vision” type miniseries, even just two parts, but preferably three-to-four. But alas.

The last thing I want to say, before I sign off of this unexpectedly long and hardass review, is: can anyone explain to me what in the fresh hell the random backflip scene was about? Because I can’t figure it out to save my life and it haunts me.

#tom cruise #the firm 1993 #the firm #movie review #john grisham #book adaptation #book to movie

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janatm · 2 months ago

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yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight || PUCKERBROS (ft. Gabe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Noah Puckerman ( feat. Gabriel Puckerman )

date & time: September 14, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: Puck's home

warnings: physical fighting between parent and child, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism/drug addiction, bad dad, abusive language (??)

summary: Jake and Puck agreed to having lunch with Gabe mostly to get him to do what he said and give Jake more financial support while he's in school, it turns into a shit show.

word count: 4,610

PUCK was not looking forward to this dinner. First, it took Gabe four fucking plan changes to settle on Puck cooking, his dad's favorite meal, at his place. Which of course just made everything more stressful, but at least Jake would be there. Although, it seemed like Puck was going to have to stop his brother from knocking their father out because there was no way Gabe wasn't going to say something out of pocket that warranted an ass beating. So, maybe that's worse and not better. Guess, he was going to find out. Thankfully, Maya wasn't there, the last time Puck allowed Maya to be there when Gabe was, it didn't go well, at all and ince then Gabe hasn't earned the right to see his grandkid. Going out to the backyard, he brought the seasoned burger patties, "Hey, can you get the plastic cups and shit on the counter and put them on the table out here? Then imma show you how to make a perfect burger." He said to his younger brother, setting the aluminum pan down next to the grill.

JAKE was not looking forward to this at all, but he was glad that they were doing this at Puck's place. Now, if he needed to throw a right hook at Gabe, at least it would be in private, and he probably wouldn't go to jail for it. It was truly a win win in his opinion. But he was going to try to listen to everyone and refrain from socking the man for as long as he could. He'd been outside taking a few thirst trap pictures when he heard his brother's voice. "This is just perfect for you, huh? Trying to get me to cook for myself?" He groaned as he went and grabbed everything from the counter and carried them out to the table, laying them out around the table. "I still stand by my decision of just coming over here for food, or letting all of my queer besties cook for me." He laughed.

PUCK threw a few bratwursts on the grill, laughing as Jake went inside to get what he asked him to. It had been a while since he'd posted a thirst trap and maybe he'd finally grown out of that. Or maybe he wasn't capitalizing on his DILF status enough. Everybody loved a hot dad. He wondered if Morgan and Eva considered him a DILF. As Jake came back out to set the table, Puck smiled as he determined the grill was almost hot enough and he made a mental note to do outdoor cooking more for family dinners. For a moment that's what this felt like, a normal stress free family dinner. Then he looked down at the pan of burger patties he took the time to grind himself, because honestly, his burgers were fucking elite and he didn't wanna hear his dad complain because he 'always takes the easy way out' and that he 'can't do nothing right'. Shrugging, he waved his brother over to come learn a thing or two. "I don't know man, Bree seems like the kinda chick who'd appreciate a man who can cook."

JAKE had been content with spending family time with his brother and his niece, and quite frankly that time had become the only real idea of family he'd ever witnessed. His mom wasn't as bad as Gabe, but she wasn't exactly the most reliable mother either, so what he had here now was much better than anything else. He was livid that Gabe wanted to roll in and disrupt that, but he would at least try to respect Puck's home until the man gave him a reason not to. Walking over and standing next to Puck, he rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex. "Oh please, she's fucking rich. She's probably used to fancy ass chefs cooking for her, not me or that white boy she called a boyfriend or whatever." He scuffed. "Besides, why date some poor ass dude from 'Bama if she expected me to cook for her?" He was sure that Bree was probably just gonna date someone of her caliber now, and he didn't blame her, but he was also trying not to care. "Anyways, why would I learn to cook when you've gotta do it for the world's coolest teenager anyways? It's free food and spending more time with my favorite niece, this arrangement works out better for me."

PUCK turned the brats over on the grill to get some color on the other side, scooting them over so there was room for Jake to put the burgers down. Of course, he'd already explained his charcoal and wood chip mixture, whether Jake was listening or not was another question. "Grab 'em by the paper." He said, picking one up to demonstrate. "Then put it own on the grill and pull the paper away." He scooted over so Jake could do it. "Put three more down." Now Puck was no relationship expert, but he was pretty well versed in what not to do. "People with her kind of money don't give a fuck about material things. They got nice stuff but that's becase they don't know anything else, doubt she even knows how much anythign she's got is. So money ain't gonna satisfy her, and your dick aint th e gist you think it is. But you time and energy, that's shit's priceless so she'll appreciate it. It'll impress her." It was his two cents that his brother didn't ask for, but it was his job as an older sibling to weigh in on shit no one asked him to."I'll still cook for you and the kid, but you're a grown man and grilling a burger ain't hard." He said, as his phone rang in his pants pocked. Of course it was Gabe, he showed the screen to Jake before picking it up. "You here?" he didn't even bother with a hello. "I'm five minutes out." Puck took a deep breath, watching the sausages on the grill turning them again. "Alright, the door's unlocked just come in and come to the back." He instructed. "Make sure my beer is cold." and with that he hung up. "Gabe's five minutes out." he said putting his phone back in his pocket.

JAKE wasn't sure why Puck was ignoring him and insisting on teaching him a thing or two, but he assumed it was just some big brother thing. And who was he to ruin that for him? Groaning, he tried to pay attention to what his brother was doing, nodding along before it was his turn to demonstrate what he'd learned. "This is torture, just so you know." He whined, but he still went ahead and mimicked Puck's actions, putting three more down and doing it exactly as he'd seen. Listening to Puck define how people with money were, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was probably very much true and it annoyed the hell out of him honestly. "You're half right there, but she does care about the money. She won't tell her parents to fuck off 'cause she's worried about getting cut off, so me cooking for her might be nice but she'd prefer the money." He hummed. But that wasn't his issue anymore anyways so he didn't care. "Isn't this what big bros are for?" He decided before the phone rang, and he just rolled his eyes at the mention of Gabe. he just toyed with the food as he let Puck deal with that. Once he ended the call and announced that Gabe was almost there, he groaned. "Fucking great." He muttered. "Does he know you're bisexual?" Jake asked. "Not that I'm gonna say shit, but just so I can be prepared in case he says some homophobic shit and I need to deck him."

PUCK smiled with pride as Jake put those burgers on the grill like a fucking professional. Thankfully, none of this shit took too long to cook, since the brats were beef instead of pork, they were already cooked so they just needed some color and that classic snap when you bite into it. As Jake spoke, it sounded like something he was telling himself, rather than something Bree actually said to him, but they had bigger bullshit to wade throuogh today, so his little brother's relationship problems were gonna have to take a backseat. Something he's sure Jake will be pleased about. I mean, if he's anything like him, talking about feelings and relationships and all of that was not his thing and it usually just made him mad. So he dropped it. "Alright, man, now we gotta flip them." He moved on once he hung up the phone. Getting the grill spatula he made sure Jake was watching before flipping it. "All you." he handed the spatula to the younger Puckerman, before answering his question. "Yeah, he knows. I didn't have some big moment about it or anything, one day he just called me up and was talking about random shit. Then asked if i was seeing anyone, any chicks or dudes." It had been weird and fucking random but probably one of the nicer convos he's had with his old man. "To this say i don't know how he knew, but i didn't deny it, just said nothing serious, then he hung up." Shrugging, Puck took the burgers off the grill to add four more patties and just like that, their Puckerbros bubble was popped. "My two favorite sons, that I know about. One of them sausagues ready for me?" Puck put the finished brats on a paper plate. "They ain't pork are they? Gonna have to stop wearing the star of David if they are." It took a lot not to roll his eyes. "They're beef and beer's in the fridge." Naturally, Gabe went to get the beer. "You good?" He asked Jake while they had a few moments.

JAKE was relieved when Puck didn't comment on the Bree thing again, since he wasn't sure just how long he could handle keeping up his 'fuck her' charade in one evening. Texting her had already been enough to make him falter just slightly, but he couldn't focus on her and Gabe all in the same day so he had to put that aside for now. Nodding when Puck said to flip the burgers, he watched him do it first before taking the spatula and doing it too. This wasn't really hard but that didn't mean he had to like it either. Listening to Puck explain the sexuality thing, he was somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to fuck Gabe up on his brother's behalf for that, which was a great thing for them all. Maybe. "That's good." He nodded just before they were being interrupted by the most hated man of the hour. The man coming in and calling them his favorite two sons made Jake furious, and now he was the one who needed a drink, but certainly not a beer. He watched the older man walk inside before turning back to Puck. "You got any bourbon? Scotch? Whiskey?" He questioned. Anything but a weak ass beer would take the edge off at this point. Gabe grabbed a beer and popped the top off before walking back outside to the table. "Alright, boys, grab some food and come sit down with your pops." The man stated, and Jake glared over at him. "Pops? Man, you ain't been my pops my whole life, so don't try to start that shit now." he hissed, and Gabe just chuckled. "Man, I don't know what's gotten into you kids, but I'm gonna blame your mamas. They ain't raise y'all right." Gabe stated as he dug into his sausage. "Alright, I'm gonna go...inside for a minute." Jake insisted, and he didn't wait for a response before he took off. Meanwhile, Gabe just shrugged it off. "Where's that feisty girl of yours, Noah? I liked her. Did you invite her so I can make her your new step mom instead?" He joked.

PUCK knew cooking wasn't something Jake had any interest in but he appreciated that he was doing it anyway. And he was doing it correctly, which meant his little bro was actually paying attention to him, and quite frankly that shit would've made the older Puckerman tear up if it weren't for the circumstances. But it did make him wonder what life would have been like if he'd always known about Jake, a part of him felt sad for them both that they only just now found each other. But hey, better late than never. The sweet moment was quickly replaced by tension when Gabe spoke, Puck could tell Jake was already pissed and he didn't blame him. Truly their father had a way of acting like every space he was in, he owned. It was fucking annoying, especially at a house Puck built with his bare hands. Fuck, Gabe. "Yeah, in the freezer i got a handle of Jack, get me a triple shot, at least." Puck said knowing that he was gonna need something to help take the edge off. Watching the exchange between Jake and Gabe, it broke his heart to know that Gabe was really this fucking shitty to all his kids. Somehow, he wanted to believe that maybe it was just him and Jake didn't have to hear his bullshit too, but he knew better. Watching his brother go back inside he grabbed a patty and started building his burger, deciding to ignore his father asking after Eva. "You just here to have a new table to get drunk at or you want something from us?" Puck decided to ask, before sitting down accross from his old man. "A man can't just wanna spend a little time with his kids?" Even Gabe laughed at those words. "Birthday's coming up." Jesus fucking christ, is this dude serious? "So what, this lunch is your gift or some shit?" He asked as his dad devoured his sausage and grabbed some fries, washing it down by chugging his beer and opening another bottle. "Don't get a fucking attitude with me, Noah. You're still the same pathetic little boy running around doing dumb shit trynna make other people see you 'cause ain't nothin' about you worth noticin;." Gabe spat out and Puck just sat there staring his father down but not saying anything. "That's what I thought."

JAKE might be interested in this cooking thing if Bree would grow a backbone and stand up to her parents, and then maybe he'd think about wanting to do this for her. Maybe. Not for now though. He did appreciate his brother looking out for him like this though, and maybe life would have been a little better if they'd found one another sooner. He was already over their dad now so as soon as Puck said where the booze was, he headed right back inside for it. Grabbing the Jack, she grabbed some glasses down, filling one for himself before chugging it back. This was about to be a long ass evening, that's for sure. He was trying to quell his over anger but as he walked to the back door and just observed the two. He truly didn't understand their relationship, or why Puck kept bothering, but he just refilled his glass and drank some more as he listened. Clearly Gabe was out of his fucking mind, that much he could tell. But when he heard Gabe talk shit to Puck and his brother didn't say anything back, Jake walked over and sat next to the older Puckerman. "Aren't you a convict? An addict or a drunk? A fucking deadbeat?" He asked, filling up the glass for Puck and pushing it over to him before he refilled his own. "Now you listen, half breed—" Gabe started before Jake waved a hand dismissively. "You're the one who fucked a white woman so me being a half breed is on you, dumb ass. Now, if you want all your teeth to still be in your mouth for your birthday, I'd advise you to watch how you talk to me and my bro." He warned. "And spending time with us ain't free, Gabe, so start writing a check or dropping some bands. I ain't Puck so in case you ain't noticed it, I have no problem beating your ass and kicking you out of here." Gabe was shook that one of his spawn had the audacity to talk to him like that, and he quickly turned to Puck. "Who does this lil punk think he is? You didn't teach him how to respect me?" The old man scoffed.

PUCK didn't know why he let his father talk to him the way he did. If he was anybody else he'd have decked them, fucked their girl or their man, laughed in their fucking face, at least a middle finger would've made an appearence. Maybe it's because he's his father, or maybe it's because this is how he had talked to him his whole life, maybe it's because deep down Puck's thinks he's right. One thing he knew for certain was the voice in his head that told him he was worthless and useless and dumb and unwanted and unlovable, was his father's voice. Just echoed words really. Every negative fucking thing Noah had ever thought about himself since he was six years old, had been embedded in his psyche by his own father. Being face to face with him, hearing it outside of his head was surreal, it left the usually loud and blunt man, speechless. Apparently Gabe read that as respect, which made Puck want to vomit. It felt good to have someone on his side, a voice that never wavered in it's rebuttal of the deadbeat. It gave him some of his confidence back and it felt good to sit up straight in Gabe's presence. "He'd probably respect you more if you did what you said you would and write him a check, give him a monthly allowence. You know, basic ass shit." Puck said knowing his dad wasn't gonna like that. "Now you got yourself a bitch and my bastard, you got balls?" Just llike that, Puck was on his feet and in his dad's smirking face. "The fuck did you just say?" And Gabe's smirk only grew, Puck knew it's what he wanted and he hated to give it to him but, "I said your bitch and my basta- and before he could finish that word Puck's fist was connecting with Gabe's jaw and in slow motion Puck saw the fight in his father's eyes as he lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, elbow shoved into Gabe's neck as his dad kneed him in the ribs.

JAKE didn't know why Gabe was expecting Puck to have taught him to bow down and take his bullshit, but clearly the man was bonkers. He had no idea what life was like in Alabama and how he'd had to learn to defend himself over the years, so backing down wasn't in him. Puck finally talking back and even defending him, to an extent, was a move in the right direction, but he should have expected what played out next. It almost felt like he was watching it in slow motion with the way Gabe said something, and then repeated it when Puck questioned it, and then the next thing he knew was that they were on the ground. "What the fuck?" He finally groaned out once he had time to process that this was happening. He had repeatedly said he'd knock the older man out but he hadn't expected him to have Puck pinned to the ground like this. "For fuck's sake!" Jake hissed before he stepped over and put Gabe in a headlock, tightening his arm around his neck tightly enough to choke him as he dragged him off of his brother. "Who's the dumb ass now?" He huffed as Gabe slapped his arm to tap out. "It's two against one, so unless you want to stay like this all night, you're gonna respect your grown ass sons, got it?" When Gabe slapped his arm again, Jake finally let him go and shoved the man a few feet away. Coughing to regain control of his breathing now that he was free, Gabe slowly stood back up and glared at his sons. "Oh, so y'all standing up for each other now?" He chuckled dryly, and Jake just shrugged. "Obviously. Now, can you write a check — for me and for Puck since he's had to deal with your bullshit for all these years — and then take some food to go?" The older man almost lunged at his youngest (that he knew of) for that, but he just turned to Puck instead. "Isn't this your house? Why is he calling shots around here? He bossing your punk ass around too? Man, I knew you were a little bitch but this is a new low, even for you."

PUCK sputtered as Jake got Gabe off of him, checking his ribs to make sure it wasn't worse than a bruise, but given his breathing was pretty easy he already knew the old man didn't have the strength to break anything. It was oddly cathartic to watching Gabe get choked out, finally he couldn't run that vile ass mouth of his. It was kinda peaceful. But Puck knew it wouldn't last, so he got up as he watched Jake throw their father away from him and Puck moved closer to his brother, moving subtly between them once Jke started speaking again because he knew Gabe might start swinging now that bo had been opened. But instead he reverted to what he always did which was make Puck feel like a pathetic useless little bitch and Puck could feel thirty years of this shit bubbling to the surface. "Why don't you come say that shit with your fists, I'll even let your old ass swing first." Puck said with a smile on his face, stepping a little closer to his dad and of course his drunk ass took the bait. One thing you could always count on with Gabriel Puckerman, he wasn't gonna back down from a fight. As Gabe threw his first punch, Puck easily dodged it. "For a guy who's famous for his bar fights I expected better." He said with a shit eating grin. Gabe didn't like that, and this time he managed to backhand Puck, but he wasn't phased. "My girl slaps me harder than that." He said, spitting the blood out of his mouth from his split lip. His dad had always liked rings. This time Puck didn't wait for Gabe to make a move, in a swift motion he got his arm behind his back and slammed his face into the plate of hamburger buns. But of course Gabe was still trying to fight, but Puck had a good grip on him and leaned down. "Don't make me put you in an ambulance, Gabriel." He whispered hoping Jake wouldn't hear. Once the fight left his father he let up. "I know your geriatric ass got a checkbook, so him him his fucking check and set up his monthly allowance." As his father turned to look at him it was the first time he'd ever seen him look at him like that, with some semblance of respect. "That boss enough for you?"

JAKE was so over this man at this point and she was hoping he'd shape the hell up and stop being a fucking idiot, but of course he had to make this hard. He refilled his glass with Jack and deciding to chug more of it down as his dad and brother went at it again, which was an insanely poor decision on Gabe's part. But hey, it was a show and he wasn't gonna complain about it. Grabbing a burger for himself, he watched Puck smush the other buns with Gabe's face before he picked up an untouched one, tossing his patty between the top and bottom slices and taking a bite. Clearly Puck had some pent up shit he needed to get out with his old man, and Jake wasn't gonna interrupt. H kept eating his burger until Gabe seemed to be coming to his senses as he took his check book out. "Nah, it's just you showing out in front of your brother. I'll let you have it for now. But little half breed won't be around at all times." He scoffed, making a check out to Jacob and adding a few zeroes before he tossed it over to him. Jake rolled his eyes as he picked it up and glanced over it. "Oh, so you do know my name? Shocker." Jake chuckled dryly. "But just so we're clear, I'm gonna be around. Puck and Maya are the only real family I have so if you think you're gonna keep treating my bro like shit, think again. We can kick your ass every time we see your sorry ass if that's what you want." He offered with a smirk, and that only made Gabe even more annoyed but Jake just shrugged at the dirty look he gave him. "We're not expecting you to be a father at this point, but how about you grow the fuck up? Get some help, get your shit together, and at least be better than the sack of shit that's standing here? If not for your kids, do it for Maya." He suggested before he turned to his brother. "Anything else you wanna add, or can I drag him the fuck out of here?"

PUCK honest to Jewish God didn't give a fuck about anything else Gabe had to say right now. Maybe it was the adreneline pumping through him still, or the fact that his dad just looked so pathetic to him now, but the talking down to him thing just wasn't hittin' like it use to. Letting Jake say his peace, Puck just sat his ass down at the table, and poured himself some Jack and downed it. Fuck his side hurt but no way in hell was he letting his father see he left any kind of mark on him. Thankfully he didn't think the backhand was gonna leave a bruise, since Gabe's drunk ass missed most of his cheek, but his bottom lip was definitely a bit fucked up. Watching this man he's been so terrified of his whole life get lectured by his 25 year old son was fucking entertaining. I mean, nothing more humbling than that. Puck made a mental note to contact his dad in a week or so to get the monthly allowence set up for Jake, because unless there's six zeros on that check, it isn't enough. At the mention of Maya, Puck knew he was going to have to figure out what to tell her about my dad's lip is fucking busted and he just wasn't sure he wanted to tell her the whole truth, he was still her grandpa and she loved him. But she was fifteen now, maybe it was time to just be honest. Shaking his head in response, Puck smiled, "I'm good." With that, Gabe grabbed some food and Jake pushed him out and the rest of the day was actually good. They laughed, they ate and for once in Puck's life, he didn't let Gabe ruin shit.

#alcohol tw #alcoholism tw #drug addiction tw #character tag ( noah puckerman )#puck ( ft. jake puckerman )#threads ( noah puckerman )

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puckhq · 4 months ago

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yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight || PUCKERBROS (ft. Gabe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ) & Noah Puckerman ( feat. Gabriel Puckerman )

date & time: September 14, 2024 sometime in the afternoon

location: Puck's home

warnings: physical fighting between parent and child, mentions of blood, mentions of alcoholism/drug addiction, bad dad, abusive language (??)

summary: Jake and Puck agreed to having lunch with Gabe mostly to get him to do what he said and give Jake more financial support while he's in school, it turns into a shit show.

word count: 4,610

#alcohol tw #alcoholism tw #drug addiction tw #jake puckerman ― 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜 #f2f °( ft. jake )#°𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙜 ↳ f2f

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List some facts about yourself! Don't be shy! :D

OMG ANON... THANK YOU SO MUCH! i hope you always sleep comfy, and nothing ever gets in your eyes!

-> somehow i managed to get through high school in one of the top scholars' programs, become popular, and even have my own fanclub that was recognized by even the principal. it was called "the aya fanclub society" and three of my best friends were the president, queen, and king respectively. ah. those were the days. making even the straightest girls gay for me. i never really dated anyone though? i think i'm just too picky when it comes to relationships, despite everyone wanting a piece of me back then lol. i felt like hannah montana having a double life.

-> i'm a the creme shop fanatic. i love cute stuff and their products are very good on my skin! i often also find them discounted so i can save a little coin. i've never really had a breakout ever since i started using the brand two(ish) years ago. (please do not use their products if you are allergic though!)

-> my favorite shirts ever are this mindflayer shirt i got off amazon AND OFFICAL MITSKI MERCH I GOT AT HER CONCERT THIS YEAR! my older sister spent a fortune, but she was happy i was happy. smiles are worth more than gold sometimes.

-> as a thirteen-year-old i had really big crushes on the dilf type characters from DC. deathstroke. ra's al ghul. vandal savage. lex luthor somehow???

-> my comfort movies are la la land, batman (1989), the aristocats, legally blonde, the wailing, the lego batman movie, heathers: the musical (even though it may not count as a movie), little women (2019), coraline, kubo and the two strings, kiki's delivery service, howl's moving castle, and ponyo. horror/thriller movies always somehow influence my life EOFNORNFCRORNFRK.

-> i actually dislike sweetened drinks. my friends are always shocked when i tell them that. i like my coffee black. i like my tea unsweetened with no milk or anything. one of my online friends said "you not liking sweet drinks goes against everything i know about you" and i think that sums up the effect pretty well. i... also don't really like chocolate or ice cream. sorry.

-> my favorite colors are black, pink, and green! as for my least favorite... yellow, orange, and brown. just... no.

-> i play multiple instruments! electric violin, acoustic guitar (a gift from my late grandpa), and some piano. i also am a black belt in tae kwon do... if that counts for anything o-o

#aya answers #sweet anons #anonymous

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robertsbarbie · 4 years ago

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wait y’all carlosponces was available 👀

#nothing but respect for my favorite dilf #eris: text

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blublublujk · 3 years ago

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it was destiny (3)

part 1 part 2 part 3

words count: 7k

summary: dilfy jungkook and milfy reader settle an agreement

pairing: dilf jungkook x milf reader

warnings: 18+, swearing, alcohol, heartbreak, children i think, fluff??, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, possessive tendencies, praising/degrading, spanking??, biting, blowjob, head (m. to fem.), multiple orgasms, protected rough sex) i hope that is all i forgot >.<

—> m.list

“How are things running at the hotel?”

“They are… running.”

“I hope you’ve been on top of things, Jungkook. I am expecting to be back in a week, if all goes well here in Japan.”

“I have Father, don’t worry about things here. We all look forward to your return.”

“Mhm, I’m sure. How’s my granddaughter?”

“Minsu’s great. Excelling in school, per usual.”

“That’s amazing. Nothing like her Father, that’s for sure.”

Jungkook decides to ignore his father’s words for now. “Alright, thank you for checking in. Things are fine over here, we’ll catch up another time.”

The line immediately clicks, the older man not even bothering to say ‘goodbye’. Jungkook groans, throwing himself in the mess of hotel sheets.

It wasn't usual for Jungkook to spend nights at the hotel— at least not this many nights. He was here to work after all, to make sure all things ran accordingly while his father was out on his business trips. The one he was on ran longer than usual, so Jungkook put it upon himself and took the hotel under his wings. Jungkook didn’t know the first thing about tending his father’s business but he did his best. His father trusted him with that much.

Plus, it was the least he could do.

Jungkook understood perfectly well that he had a daughter back home to work hard for. His Minsu.

Minsu, at times, would spend nights with her mom. Some nights she spent them with her favorite uncle, Kim Taehyung, but most nights Minsu spent her nights curled up beside her father. Jungkook loved Minsu more than he loved life itself; he'd do anything for her.

Like yourself, it wasn’t usual for Jungkook to sleep with a person more than once. Much less, for him to invite that person to spend the night in his hotel room.

That wasn’t until he met you, of course.

Everything Jungkook had once known confused him. He broke his own rules trying to get to you, and you’d let it happen every single time.

Jungkook remembers the words clearly.

Don't come looking after me anymore.

We’re done here.

After having the best sex of his life.

Jungkook also remembers the look you’d give him at the bar. Your body propped up in a position showing your most intimate parts, only for his eyes to see. Those lust filled eyes, forever ingrained in his head. Purposely wetting your lips, nearly begging to be fucked in front of the whole bar.

You were just as desperate as he was.

How could he avoid you if you wanted him just as badly? He never listened to you anyways, he always came back after you and you’d follow him.

The last thing Jungkook expected was to bump into you at his own daughter's birthday party. And Jungkook’s conscience was not going to let that go so easily.

“Daddy,” Minsu calls over the speakerphone, “Mom took me on the coolest sailboat!”

“Did she?” Jungkook can’t help but to smile. “Did you see any dolphins?”

“A million Daddy.” Jungkook laughs. “I wish you had been there.”

He could hear his daughter sigh across the line. There was a stab to his heart, as much as he had wished to be there for his daughter, he respected Seo-ah’s wishes to spend a weekend alone with her daughter. After all, she was there for Minsu whenever she asked for mother. Jungkook liked that about Seo-ah.

Seo-ah was the first woman he’d opened his heart to. The once strangers met in their first year of undergraduate classes. He fell pretty quickly, being that she was beautiful. She was incredibly intelligent. She was the girl of many people’s dreams. Parents loved her, she was the perfect partner in the crowd of a million eyes.

Everyone wanted to date Seo-ah, but she only had eyes for Jungkook.

Seo-ah had the brightest future ahead of her, she was destined for success. Seo-ah dreamed big. Unlike Jungkook, he didn’t dream too much. To be completely honest, Jungkook didn’t even like going to college. He dropped out fairly early in his undergraduate years and Seo-ah kept attending without him.

Everything was going okay for them.

Seo-ah graduated in the top 1% of her university. She then decided that her dreams were no longer in Busan. She moved to Seoul and started her nursing residency there. She fell completely in love with her career. Nonetheless, Jungkook was so happy for her. He started to work under his father, in an attempt to make something of himself. And in that he made great money, money he would have never seen, even if he had finished his studies. Jungkook and his family lived well. Seo-ah benefited from that.

He visited Seo-ah constantly, train ride after train ride, still madly in love with her and she with him. Jungkook spent many nights sneaking into her dorm room, often making love to one another. Sweet confessions were shared into each other’s ears, holding onto each other as if something would pull them apart in any given moment. They loved hard and that same summer they spontaneously decided to get married, planning a long future together. It was perfect.

Everyone envied their love.

Their love was beautiful.

Their love also created Minsu.

And just like every young couple, they were terrified. Even then, it was Jungkook’s most beautiful moment in life. Nothing will ever come close enough to compare to the emotions he felt when Minsu first came into his life.

“Daddy it hurts.” Minsu cried, wiping her filthy hands across her face, leaving trails of dirty stains behind.

“I know princess. This is why we don’t go out without our kneepads on, okay?” Jungkook cooed.

“I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?” Minsu sniffled, disappointed in herself. Tears falling down her face.

Jungkook shook his head rapidly. “I could never be mad at you, my little princess.” He caressed his daughter’s cheeks with so much tenderness, wiping every tear off her precious face. Silently, he promised a million things, but most importantly he promised her protection from anything and everything that could ever harm his daughter. He would do anything for Minsu and he’d work hard to prove that to her each and every day. Minsu was his whole life. “Let’s go get you some ice cream for being such a trooper.”

Then one day everything changed.

Jungkook doesn’t remember how it all started or why it happened. There was a fight, a meaningless fight between him and Seo-ah. He can’t even remember what the fight had been about. But he remembers the words that changed his life forever.

“I don’t fucking love you anymore, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shook his head, he couldn’t even feel the tears dripping down his face, instantly dropping to his knees.

“You don’t mean that, Seo-ah. Please. You don’t mean that.” Jungkook whispered weakly.

“But I do. Jungkook, look at me.” Jungkook couldn’t find the strength in him to look up. He wanted to run away at that moment far, far away, but his legs betrayed him. Jungkook feared that the words ringing in his ears would become a reality. Nonetheless, he looked up with all the strength in the world he managed to gather within the span of a few seconds. “I don’t love you anymore.”

Seo-ah didn’t love him anymore.

Then his world stopped.

Jungkook remembers the ache. His heart felt heavy. He could no longer hear his own thoughts. Words kept ringing and ringing and ringing.

I don’t love you anymore.

Jungkook, I don’t love you anymore.

Jungkook, look at me.

I don’t love you.

Can you hear me?

Jungkook.

He doesn’t remember where things went wrong. It all started with a meaningless fight. A meaningless stupid fight. That was all it was.

“One day my little princess.” Jungkook promised his daughter a happier future, a future where she didn’t have to feel this constant fear of feeling like she was picking sides, a home where she could have it all. The life his daughter deserved to live. “One day.”

One day, maybe even Jungkook could have it all too.

—

“Kook.”

“Mm.”

“Are you even paying attention to me?” Taehyung huffs, chucking a straw wrapper at him. “What’s wrong with you these days?”

Jungkook shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. “Nothing.”

Taehyung scoffs, like he’d believe that. “It’s not ‘nothing’ clearly.”

Jungkook shrugs.

He didn’t know where to start. Jungkook would have to explain everything to him. When he first laid eyes on you, when he first ruined a pair of hotel sheets with you, the moment he realized he was falling for you. Everything.

Maybe he’d also have to explain what he felt first hearing the pretty sounds your voice made. Sweet melodies coming from your lips. Your addictive scent. He swore he could smell and taste you all over him for weeks. Maybe he could start there.

“Just thinking.” Jungkook mumbles.

“I can clearly see that.” Taehyung leans against the bar, arms crossing. “How long have you been seeing her?”

Jungkook blinks. “Three weeks technically.”

Taehyung knew Jungkook better than he knew himself. It was clear when Jungkook had romantic issues going on. After all, Taehyung had been through hell and back with Jungkook. The divorce was not the easiest process for him and Taehyung was there every step of the way.

“I’m guessing you met her here?” Taehyung gestures at the bar, the bar you both knew fairly too well. The bar you both made a second home of.

“Mhm.”

“Where is she now?”

“Dunno.” Jungkook shrugs. “She hasn’t shown up here in nearly a month.”

Taehyung reaches over to pat Jungkook but stops about halfway. Jungkook struggled to express himself and he didn’t want to overwhelm him with so many emotions, instead he let him take care of himself.

“Have you tried calling her?” Taehyung suggests.

Jungkook scoffs into a dry laugh. “You don’t think I’d try that if it were that easy? I don’t even have her number, Hyung.” Jungkook starts picking off a loose string on his sweater, roughly tugging at the material.

“Do you know her name?” Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand in his, preventing him from ruining his clothing any further, giving it a light squeeze.

“Y/N.” Jungkook pauses to breathe. Even saying your name was intoxicating enough. “Her name is Y/N.” Jungkook swallows, looking around the bar, a bit uncomfortable to finally be speaking about you.

“And you met her here?”

“Yup.”

“Is there a reason why you think she’s been gone for nearly a month?” Taehyung prays Jungkook didn’t get ghosted. That this was all a misunderstanding. That whoever you were, he hoped you weren’t just ignoring his best friend for no reason. And that this had all been a misunderstanding.

“She’s a mother.”

Taehyung blinks, clearing his throat. “Ok. And?”

“Her daughter just so happens to be friends with my Minsu.” Jungkook takes a sip of his flavored soda, skipping alcohol today. “You can connect the dots.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “No fucken way.”

“Yup.”

“So what, did you just happen to bump into her while picking up Minsu from school or what?” Taehyung attempts to recreate the various possibilities of events in his head. All chaotic, all hilarious.

Jungkook lowers his head into his arms, scrunching his nose. “She just happened to show up to Minsu’s birthday party, that’s what.”

Taehyung attempts to hold his laugh, Jungkook looks up, shoving him. “Don't you dare laugh at my misfortunes.”

Taehyung then laughs. “I can’t even imagine the look on your face. Oh, I bet it was priceless!” Taehyung says between laughs, clapping at the concidence.

“Yeah, imagine how I felt.” Jungkook mutters. “The girl of my dreams, just casually showing up to my daughter’s birthday party and she just so happens to be the same person I’ve been sleeping with for the past three fucking weeks.”

Taehyung can’t help but be amused. “Girl of your dreams you say?”

Jungkook weakly nods.

“Tell me about her.”

Jungkook struggles to find the words, and it's not that he doesn't have any, he just has too many. He feels his head might explode if he thinks any longer.

“This is going to sound crazy.” Jungkook whines, shoulders dropping.

Taehyung pats his hand. “I’m all ears.”

“She’s amazing, Hyung. She’s beautiful. She makes me feel so many things, I couldn’t possibly begin to describe. She’s great in bed, not that it even matters. Would it be wrong to say I feel a sort of connection with her? Maybe like we were meant to meet each other in the way we did.” Jungkook shivers, maybe he was crazy. He probably sounded insane, but it’s what he felt towards you.

Taehyung takes it in, pursing his lips.

“She’s an incredible mother, she’s patient. She has this sort of attitude that drives me insane. Do I sound like a fucking idiot yet?” Jungkook stresses running his fingers through his curls.

“No. You sound like you really fucking like her though.” Taehyung points out. “When did you start liking her?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook blinks. “She plays hard to get but always ends up coming back. I guess I like that about her.”

Taehyung nods.

“She has a wonderful daughter, very kind.”

“She sounds great. Does she like you back?” Taehyung awkwardly asks, scratching behind his ear.

Jungkook shrugs, mirroring his action. “I think so. We’ve never talked about ourselves like that. But Hyung, this feels different. I know she feels it too, I can’t be the only one.”

Taehyung seems to understand. He sees the desperation set on Jungkook’s face and he almost feels bad, but if Jungkook is feeling this, then you might be too.

“I think you both should talk,’ Taehyung advises, ‘if you see her again.”

Jungkook nods, still a pout on his face. He doubts you’ll come back. It's been almost a month since the birthday party, it was the last time he saw you. What if he’s the only one feeling like this? How could he find you again if he knew nothing about you? Would you reject him?

—

“Alright. Enough for you.” Hoseok pulls your upper half off the bar. A new bar you made home for the past month, but it didn’t feel like home.

No, it would never feel like home.

Home was warm.

“No, ju— just one more puh—pleaseee.” You slurred wrapping your arms around him nonetheless. Hoseok carried you out the best he could, forcing you into his car before you embarrassed yourself any longer.

“But I don’t want to leave.” You pout, pleading eyes.

“Yes, you do. You weren’t even enjoying the drinks anymore. You’ll hate yourself tomorrow.” Hoseok says nonchalantly, dragging your feet inside the car. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.”

You nod, feeling a bit drunker than you intended. You could feel the alcohol buzzing in your ears, had you stayed for one more drink the outcome would have been horrifying. Hoseok was right, you weren't even drinking comfortably anymore, you felt sick. All that was is a distraction from a more pressing issue. An issue you didn’t want to deal with right now, but needed to.

Hoseok’s car was much warmer than that horrible forsaken bar. It smelled terrible there and the prices were even worse. Nothing was to your liking, but it was far from the last bar. The bar you made a second home of.

The place you first met Jungkook.

Jungkook.

“Hobi, take me to him.”

Hoseok looks over, giving you a hard face. “Absolutely not. You’re drunk.”

You shake your head, shifting closer to him. “He won’t hurt me. I know him, Hobi. You can trust me.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You don’t know him Y/N. You slept with him a few times. That means nothing to me. I won’t allow this, sit back. Hurry up.”

Hoseok was scary mad. So you sat back and collected yourself accordingly. It was the alcohol making you feel this way, it had to be. But, you couldn’t just let this go.

You missed him. You missed his sweet touch. He was always so good to you. He’d never do anything to cause you harm. You had to convince Hoseok of that.

“Hobi, listen to me,’ you begin, ‘Jungkook isn’t the person you think he is.”

“Please Y/N, I don’t think anything of him because I don’t know him. Let it go.” Hoseok’s voice was firm, matter-of-fact even, and he was not going to change his mind any time soon.

“Hobi, please. I’m being so serious right now, listen!” You beg, it's the least he could do, listen.

Hoseok pulls off to the side of the road, turning the car off, face still solid. “Speak.”

You gulp nervously. “Okay, Jungkook, he— he’s different. I know this sounds stupid but he is. Hobi, he makes me feel so good. I know how this sounds but it’s not like that, I swear. He cares for me, I know he does.” You whisper, sounding unsure and sure at the same time. You didn’t understand anything.

“Do you hear yourself, Y/N? You’re drunk and begging me to take you to a stranger. I understand you think you both have some sorta history but this does not mean you know him.” He scolds.

You groan, pulling at your hair. “I know I know. I’m not saying I know him but I do know him well enough to understand he’d never do anything to me. He wouldn’t harm me.”

“Okay, so let’s say I take you to him. How do you know he’s there? What is so urgent that you must see him right now in this state?” Hoseok crosses his arms. Now his face is emotionless, waiting for you to break it to him.

“I just need to see him. It’s none of your business.” You hesitate, crossing your own arms.

“Okay, then you won’t be seeing him today. I’ll take you home and you can see him tomorrow, when you are sober and stable enough. I’m sure you’ll go back to ignoring your feelings anyways, so this is on you. I tried.” Hoseok says, harshly. He turns the car back on again, eyes focusing back on the road. He wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings in any way, but he was tired of seeing you mope about a relationship you weren’t even in to begin with. With a person whose life you didn’t even know. He didn’t care who you dated, he just wanted to see you happy. Happiness is all he ever wished for you and Jia.

Hoseok didn’t know Jungkook nor did he care so much to get to know him, as long as you were happy nothing else mattered to him.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you.” You finally say.

Hoseok turns his attention back on you, a bit shocked you came to senses. “Go ahead.” He gestures.

“I feel I should apologize to him.” You confess.

Hoseok looks confused. “About?”

You start playing with your fingers. “I don’t know, everything?”

Hoseok blinks.

“I– I’ve been ignoring him, well more like ignoring myself. My feelings. He doesn’t ask anything of me and I like that, but he doesn’t deserve to be left in the unknown like this.”

“So, you plan to drop things with him? Officially?” Hoseok asks, curious eyes.

You think. “I don’t know. Maybe start with an apology and see where it goes from there.”

Hoseok nods. “Okay. How will we know he’s there?“

“Jungkook’s always there on Friday nights. He waits for me.”

Hoseok nods again. “Alright, sit back. I’m doing this only because I trust you and please, be safe.”

Suddenly, you felt sober. The thought of facing Jungkook after a month felt so scary. Maybe he didn’t care about this like you did. After all, you both meant nothing to each other. It was just two adults sleeping together. Two adults that almost made love to each other. He was perfect.

“I know. I’ll be okay.” You say, trying to calm his nerves and maybe a bit of your own.

—

Jungkook had been exactly where you expected him to be. He was in his hotel room watching a movie like he did every night waiting for time to pass. Every Friday night, he would start a movie and hope that by the end of it your knock would finally come, but it never did.

Not until today, weeks later.

“Y/N?” Jungkook looked more confused than anything. He didn’t expect you to show up at his door at almost one in the morning. He could tell you’d been out drinking. You looked beautiful, he thought. “What are you doing here?”

Awkwardly, you shifted between your feet. “I don’t know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile regardless. “Come inside, you must be cold.” He opens the door, gesturing for you to step inside.

“Thanks.” You drag your feet, making a seat in his fresh set of sheets.

Jungkook leaves the room then comes back carrying a glass of water. “Here.”

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You take a sip, setting the glass upon his table stand. He takes a seat besides you, giving you enough distance. Preparing himself for whatever it was you had to say.

You look around shifting nervously in place. “I don’t know where to start.” You confess, whispering.

Jungkook shakes his head, he looks absolutely stunning. Jungkook was so easy to like. He was so patient. “Take your time. We don’t have to talk right now.” He pats your shoulder in support.

He always knew what to say and what to do.

This killed you most.

“No we should. I— I have a lot to say.”

“Okay. Go ahead.” Jungkook almost looks scared. Like if he’s afraid to hear the words that will come from your mouth. He wipes his sweaty palms against his jeans. You don’t like seeing him like that, you would never hurt him.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Jungkook’s dumbfounded.

“I didn’t mean to leave for so long.” You explain.

Jungkook shifts in his own seat, wetting his lips. “It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything.” Jungkook was so kind.

“I know. But, I’m still sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” You say, your hand tugging the sheets below you. “Did you wait for me?”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear his response. Though he should mean nothing to you, he did mean something. You just weren't sure what it was that you felt towards Jungkook. You felt stupid.

“Yes.” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to reply.

“Why?”

Jungkook feels his face get hot. “I— I don’t know.” He stammers.

Jungkook hates his answer, but speaking to you was much harder than he thought it would be. He didn’t want to lose whatever it is he had with you. He felt something and he knew you could feel it too.

“Then, I’m sorry for making you wait.” You whisper apologetically.

“It’s okay.” Jungkook's voice is so soft, calm. A gentle smile sets on his face.

Warm.

“I really like having sex with you.” Your own eyes widen at your choice in words. What the fuck did you just do? You didn’t mean for that to sound the way it did. But, you couldn’t think of any better way to confess to him, especially in that exact moment. Maybe, you both could have each other in different ways. Ways that didn’t involve committing so easily. You couldn’t imagine keeping up with a relationship right now and maybe you feared rejection, so you decided to lead with that.

Jungkook didn’t seem bothered however. You were lucky Jungkook was so similar to you. Nothing you could say could bother him.

His smile widening. “I really like having sex with you too.” His fingers find yours on the bed, brushing against them lightly. “Is that all you came to say?”

You didn’t know how to answer. “Uh— yeah. No.”

He blinks, letting you continue your thoughts.

“Well yes. I just— I don’t want to stop seeing you and I totally understand if you aren’t into that you know, being that you have a daughter, responsibilities, I mean I understand you since I’m in the same position but I—,” you ramble but Jungkook’s lips cut you off, carefully pressing softly against yours.

You close your eyes for a second enjoying the moment, but he pulls off too soon. You wish you could live that moment a million times.

“Okay.” Jungkook says.

“Okay? That's it?” You question, still in shock. You could feel his sweet chapstick tingling on your lips.

He nods. “I want to keep seeing you too, in whatever way you allow me.”

“Okay.” You nod. “Then, that’s all, I guess.”

“Okay.”

“We should set some boundaries.”

Jungkook seems confused once again. “Boundaries?”

“Well, if we are gonna be sleeping together, there should be some set boundaries.” You reiterate.

“Okay.” Jungkook agrees. “You can start.”

“Okay. We should always use a condom. You go.”

“Done. Um, I don’t really think I have any boundaries. You can go.”

“Okay. I think we should keep meeting here. Sleeping at each other’s houses seems too… domestic.”

That hurt Jungkook a bit. Maybe he wished your relationship was a bit more domestic. After all, Jungkook knew he felt something more for you than usual, but if this is what it took to keep seeing you then he was willing to adapt.

“Okay.”

“Okay. You should take my number down.”

“Oh— oh yeah okay.” Jungkook reaches over to his table and picks up the device. His lockscreen being a picture of him and his daughter, they looked well dressed as if they had a special event to attend. Jungkook and his daughter were smiling ear to ear, cheek to cheek. “Here.”

You smile, rapidly typing in your phone number and sending a quick text to your own. “There. Now, I have yours too.”

He nods, a ping shortly follows coming from your phone. “Now what?”

“Now, we text each other. You know, whenever we are in need. If we are both willing and able then we meet up, have sex, and leave like usual.”

Jungkook nods. “Okay. Then, I have… one condition.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

“Don’t run off like you usually do. You can take your time. I’ll clean you off, we’ll talk and then you can leave.”

“Talk?”

“Mm, about anything. Just talk to me.”

“Fine.” You sigh. “Anything else?”

He shakes his head, his hair following the movement. He was breathtaking, you got so lucky, you thought.

“Good. I should go.” You stood up, taking your belongings with you. “I’ll call an uber.”

“No need. You’ve been drinking. I’ll drive you home.” Jungkook puts on his slides following close behind you.

“No. This was enough.”

“It's just a ride, Y/N. If after this you don’t want to accept a single ride from me then fine, you can find your own, but I won’t allow you to go out like this, especially alone.” Jungkook looks at you with caring eyes.

He was so sweet, so good to you.

He couldn’t be real.

“Okay.”

He took you home that night. And it wouldn’t be the last time he did.

—

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, did I interrupt? I texted you.”

Jungkook looked down at his phone, he was busy doing paperwork and never got your ‘you up?’ text in time. “I wasn’t on my phone. ‘M sorry.”

“Oh. Sorry. I can leave.”

“No.”

You look up at him, he looked ready to devour you just in the matter of a few seconds.

Jungkook pulls you in by your waist into his room, something he was already familiar with, shutting the door behind you. His lips found purchase on your quickly, taking your breath away almost instantly.

You and Jungkook promised over text to meet each other at least twice a week to fulfill both your needs. Already too quickly, the compromise was broken. You both didn’t care though. It had been the third time this week you saw him. Slipping away during lunch, coming late nights, any free time you had was spent aside Jungkook. It was perfect.

“Jungkook.” You breathe out in the middle of the kiss. It was crazy how different every time felt with him.

“Mm.” His voice vibrates into your mouth, biting your lip softly. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

You giggle into his lips. “Jungkook.”

He pops off your lips, raising his eyebrows. “Yes baby?” His hands cradling the back of your neck. You didn’t like when Jungkook held you like that, it all felt too… domestic. Or maybe you did like it, a little too much.

Ignoring your own feelings, your hands wandered Jungkook’s body, squeezing his waist. “I had a very rough day at work today.”

“You did baby?” Jungkook's eyes go soft.

All too domestic.

But you loved every second of it.

“Mhm.” You hum, stealing a peck.

“I’ll take care of you baby.” Jungkook promises, leaning in to kiss you once more. This time, it was more intense than before. His hand tracing your back pushing you harder against his front. He wanted to feel you everywhere.

His hands soon found the back of your thighs forcing you to jump into his arms. His tongue toying against yours, driving a whine out your lips.

You break the kiss following his sharp jaw with your lips kissing him just how he liked it. Jungkook’s legs found the bed dropping you both into it, letting you stay on top of him.

“You smell so fucking good, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, your tongue licking his neck biting it sweetly. “Mmh. You’re so needy. Was the past nights not enough?”

“Nope.” You deliver one last peck before moving back to his lips devouring them like they were your only source of oxygen left. Jungkook’s hands traveled all over you, before finding a tight grip on your ass pushing his hips against yours. You soon started to mirror his movements feeling him grow harder against you. A gasp slipping from your lips, feeling his palm smack your ass.

Jungkook broke the kiss this time, careful when flipping your back onto the mattress. Jungkook was aching to see you completely bare underneath him, as if the past few days you both hadn’t made more than enough time for each other’s pleasure. Jungkook was just that good. This had been the best deal of your life, maybe one day you would regret or he would, but not now.

Jungkook stripped you out from your clothes, his eyes tracing every curve. His mouth came down to lap around your tender nipple, the bud hardening against his sinful tongue. You couldn’t help but whimper as he tugged at it gently.

He placed a hand on your hip. “Don’t be quiet, let me hear those sweet sounds.” Jungkook rasps.

Then his hand came up taking your other hardened bud between his fingers making sure neither side was unattended, you were everything but quiet.

You were quick to learn everything about Jungkook. Even before the agreement, he was very obvious about what he enjoyed and you liked that he wasn’t shy to do what he pleased. Whatever he wanted, he took and you did the same, feeding off each other’s desperation.

Jungkook left his marks around your tender flesh burying his face between both breasts. He definitely had a thing for them.

“Jungkook.” Your voice was weaker than you’d like.

He looked up, lips parted, catching his breath. “Mm?”

“Lay down.”

Jungkook did just that.

“So fucken needy.” Jungkook hissed, watching you tug his sweats down along with his briefs. His cock sprung out already hard smacking his abdomen, swollen at the tip. You savored the sight.

You took his length in your hands, wrapping your tanty fingers around it. Your mouth came close to it before spitting on his sticky tip.

“Did you just spit on my dick?” Jungkook breathes out, eyes blown out.

“Mhm.” You nod innocently.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” Jungkook nearly growls, cock twitching as your hands start pumping his length.

You take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his pretty dick. You hummed at the salty taste, he was fucking delicious.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” Jungkook shivers, wetting his lips as he watches you take him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. Your spit started dripping down your lips down his length, every time you came up to the crown of his head. “You suck my cock so well.”

Your eyes started watering as you swallowed him whole, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jungkook buckled his hips forward feeling your warm mouth around him. He started to chase his own orgasm, gripping the back of your hair pushing your head deeper. Then thrusting his cock faster into your wet mouth.

His lips parted, leaving out breathy moans. “Oh, fuck. I’ll come like this.”

Hands pumped him faster, sucking around his swollen crown, taking your time with it. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he was so close. And it didn’t take long.

His breath hitched watching you pump his essense down your throat, swallowing every last bit of that salty taste. “Just like that, oh fuck baby.” Jungkook whimpered, rolling his head back.

Catching his breath, Jungkook pulled you back on top of him, tasting himself between kisses. “Such a good little slut. I’m gonna fuck you so good. Okay baby?”

You nod desperately tugging at his messy curls biting his bottom lip with purpose. The problems you once had at work seemed like nothing. Now, all you could think of was Jungkook’s cock buried deep within your legs. He was all that mattered.

Jungkook patted your side. “Lay down for me. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You always did what you were told. Jungkook was good at many things, but he was even better at eating you out. Always taking his time with you, leaving your legs shaking for hours. Nothing could compare to the way he made you feel.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time. His mouth attaching to your dripping folds almost instantly.

“So fucken wet and I haven’t even done anything to you.” Jungkook murmurs. “You want my cock that bad?” Jungkook purrs against your clit, flicking it at a vicious speed.

You throw your head back, face flushed. “Nnghh. Fuck. Yes.”

Jungkook softly bites your nub forcing a strangled moan out of you. “Answer me cockslut.”

“Yes, I do. I want your cock so fucking bad. Oh.” You moan desperately, his tongue soothing the bite lapping your sweet juices into his mouth, burying his nose deep within your entrance.

“Good girl.” He rasps, not bothering to come off your pulsing clit.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna come.” You whine, feeling his nails dig deeper into your thighs while he devours you furiously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Come all over my tongue, baby. Always so fucking sweet.”

Almost immediately after your legs buckled reaching your climax, dripping right onto his tongue. “Fuh—fuck Jungkook fuck. Nghh.”

He made sure to clean up with his tongue fairly well. Finally, coming back up to peck your parted lips. You felt yourself drop deeper into the sheets already feeling lightheaded. Only Jungkook had the power to leave you feeling this way.

“Tired?” Jungkook asks, doe-eyes softening.

You definitely weren’t going to leave this hotel room without fucking him. Your throbbing needy pussy would never forgive you.

You shook your head, propping back up. “No, fuck me.”

Jungkook laughed against your throat pressing an open kiss behind your ear. “Anything you want.”

Jungkook quickly reached over to find his box of condoms tearing it instantly, fitting the rubber tightly around his length. Your legs, already spread out for him.

He took his cock, placing it at the beginning of your entrance, slowly pushing himself in, not once taking his eyes off. Almost synchronously, you both moaned as he bottomed out.

“Uhh— fuck, Jungkook you feel so good.” Sweet melodies left your lips, Jungkook then snapped his hips forward fucking deeply into you. “Fuckkk.”

His hair started to stick to his forehead, sweat dripping down the sides of his face, fucking you exactly like he originally promised.

His hands gripping behind your thighs forcing them apart, setting a brutal pace between your legs. His own moans dripped from his lips. “Ughh. Such a tight little cunt.” He sneers.

You swallow audibly, dropping your head back against the sheets, feeling the ache between your thighs growing. “Fuh— faster Jungkook, right there.”

Jungkook increased the pace, hitting right against the sweet spot between your walls. His lips teasing right below your neck, pressing his lips against it.

Jungkook felt like he could fuck you forever.

“You like that baby?” He pants, desperately pumping himself into you, his thighs smacking the back of your thighs.

All you could do was nod. Jungkook knew he was fucking you well, he didn’t have to ask. But now that you knew his name, he would love to hear you use it often and loudly. Jungkook had possessive tendencies during sex, it was a curse and a blessing in disguise.

Jungkook smacked the side of your ass, barely hard enough to leave his handprint. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good. Let me hear you.”

The only response that came from you was shaky gasp, Jungkook was fucking you so good. Shoving his big cock frantically into your needy cunt, he was fucking hungry. His eyes filled with lust, making you feel all of him.

“I asked you a question.” Jungkook grunted, feeling your warm walls pump his cock deliciously. “Answer the question baby.”

You don’t even remember the stupid question right now, feeling intensifyingly close to your high. “Hm?”

“Who’s fucking you this good, huh?” He rasps, forcing your face to make direct eye contact with his.

“You Jungkook, you.” You breathe out, fucked completely. You gave up trying to fight how badly you were enjoying this. You wanted Jungkook to make you forget everything. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

The answer obviously satisfies him enough to buckle his hips faster into yours, your legs trembling underneath him. You were frantically moaning, reacting to his every move.

“That’s right baby.” Jungkook kissed your cheek softly, making you melt, your face was burning up. “Say my fucking name.” His voice is possessive, needy almost. “Uh, I could fuck you forever.”

“J— Jungkook Jungkook, oh fuckkk.” Your moans started to grow louder, you were so fucking close.

“I can feel you. You’re so close, baby.” Jungkook moans as you wrap your legs around him tightly, begging him to stay inside you. “That’s it baby, come on this fucken cock. Mark it yours.”

“Oh fuh— fuck, Jungkook. Fuck.” You came completely undone, losing your vision instantly, your back arching with every given thrust. The pleasure between your legs felt so intense and Jungkook fell close behind you grunting as he pumped the last of his seed inside the condom.

Both of you came crashing down, Jungkook falling close to your side, catching his breath. You actually enjoyed cooling down with him more than you’d like to admit. It felt nice being cared for after sex, even if it took him a whole five minutes to get up. You actually enjoyed it. He always made sure to get you whatever it was you needed. Jungkook was just too good at everything.

“You okay baby?” Jungkook coos after leveling his breathing. He took the filled rubber off, disposing of it.

“Mhm.” You answer weakly.

Jungkook laughs, fondly, his nose scrunching.

You liked that so much about Jungkook.

Jungkook was so beautiful.

“I’m sorry baby. Let me clean you up.” Jungkook left and soon came back with a wet rag, wiping carefully around your sensitive flesh. “You feeling better?”

You nod. “I’m sleepy.”

“We can nap before I take you home?” Jungkook already knew your answer to his suggestion.

“No, it’s okay. Let's talk now?”

Jungkook nodded, not pushing it.

That night you guys talked about your first time getting a job and what that was like.

To your surprise, you found out Jungkook’s first job was delivering pizzas. His boss would promise him that his pretty face would bring him a lot of money, which it did at the time, but not for long before regulars stopped tipping. You also found out how much Jungkook loved eating cheesy pizza even after working there for two years. You couldn’t even imagine a man like him working in such a place, he was just like everyone else.

Jungkook was not at all surprised to hear that your first job was babysitting. After seeing a glimpse of your relationship with your daughter, he knew you were a wonderful mother. He didn’t question that one bit. Jungkook grew fonder of you that night as he did every other night he spent by your side, and you of him.

Talking with Jungkook was never boring and it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be.

Jungkook made things feel so easy, life was simple.

It was easy to get used to.

Warm.

a.n: i'm so sorry this is so late :} i hope this update makes up for how late i was thank you for the support <333

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anantaru · 2 years ago

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Where do all 11 harbingers fall on a scale from "ew no" to "They're pretty alright looking" to "God damn please rail my brains out"?

🌸 okay nonnie, so:

ew no 🤢

pulcinella, because guys, i don‘t think i have to explain that, i‘m not into grandpa‘s 👺

signora, because i just really don‘t like her that much ??? again, nothing against her character at all but i just never found her appealing

they‘re pretty alright looking 😳

sandrone, because look, she‘s pretty and i feel like she‘s going to be very interesting (the theories about sandrone and katherine are so good!) but other than that i‘m not that interested in her as of now. (this 100% will change when she appears in game tho, that‘s just how i work🤓)

capitano, because i do love him but since you only gave me three categories i‘m going to try to spread them a bit more. If we think back on varka‘s letter where he‘s talking about capitano being in natlan, like i can barely wait i want to see him right now👺 he better be hot af under that mask too istg 😤

pantalone, because again, he‘s hot as fuck and all but right now i prefer other harbingers which i‘m so sure will change when we see him the first time in game. I like the fact he actually hates money and the little parallels between ning and him. Both of them grew up poor but ning likes money whereas he hates it 🧎🏻‍♀️not to mention how he always wanted a vision but never got one lmao whereas ning wanted to sell the vision 🤡 i love him 11/10 would let him hit

pierro, because he‘s fucking hot. He‘s a dilf and i have all those lil nasty headcanons about him in my mind <3 he‘s my favorite senior citizen next to zhongli and i like how everyone respects him! he‘s the leader of the harbingers after all so that makes him 10 times hotter imo 🌸

god damn please rail me 🫠

columbina, because she‘s so fucking pretty and from all the harbinger theories we got, hers are one of the most interesting ones by far!! also she‘s a great singer i bet signora appreciated it 👺 i love unhinged crazy girls they‘re my fave🤭

arlecchino, because guys 🤭🤭 i mean 🤭🤭 they‘re so fucking hot i‘m honestly blown away. The fact childe said she doesn‘t have one good bone in their body makes them hotter too, she‘s probably reckless, heartless and ready to impress 🤪🤪🤪 i‘d marry her 100%

childe, because as mentioned once he was my first genshin crush and he‘ll have a special place in my heart forever. I love whenever he fanboys about other dudes like capitano or varka. 💀💀 he‘s honestly adorable and such a great brother n my little war criminal 💝

scaramouche, because i love him 💝 ever since i first met him in 1.1 i adored him and how arrogant he was. I‘m so happy he‘s going to become playable soon and the way hoyo wrote his character is amazing as well! <3 i waited ages for that twink so he better come home 👺

dottore, because he might be my favorite harbinger right now next to arlecchino! i‘m obsessed with him and i feel like you guys might‘ve deducted that already from how much i write for him 🤭 he‘s unhinged and pure evil, those characters are incredibly fun to write about and just to enjoy. 🙇🏻‍♀️

#𖤐 anon'#꒰୨ 𖤐 ୧꒱ answered'

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years ago

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Oh my God, someone who writes about my current fixation, I love it (and you, you're awesome)

May I please, please, request a Doc Ock (either TSSM or 2004 movie) X fem!reader that's his lab partner, and while they work the have this Playlist going, and there's one specific song they have to take a break from working and dance with each other? (You know, get the blood flowing again, talk to another person, human contact, pine over the other, the like) (I'm thinking they either tango or waltz together, not alone)

They both obviously like each other, but too either shy or stubborn to say anything. So the dancing gives them both an outlet, a way to fantasize the life they would have together.

(Probably better suited for a Doctor Octavius than a Doc Ock)

(If you can't work with this, feel free to delete, no pressure, I get it)

(Again, you're awesome, ily)

(Also, where did you get your DILF hunting license? I've been doing it under the table for years, would love to go legit)

stoppppp you're too kind~~~~ i love you too anon <33 i gave you some mutual pining with TSSM otto for this bad boy. and i know you didn't ask for it, buttttttt...... i made the playlist for you on spotify!! it helped me write ngl. and about my dilf hunting license, you have to be at least 16 to take the test and get a permit and you have to get a psych eval done issued by the state to ensure that it isn’t just daddy/mommy issues, but if you pass then you’re good to go ;)

Soft Rock Mix ||tssm otto octavius x fem.reader

word count: 1232

summary: Work breaks are healthy. It's important to get up and stretch every so often! Dancing with someone could be a good way to get your blood flowing again... especially if you've been crushing on them for years.

trigger warnings: none :)

“Don’t worry about Osborn.” She frowned. “He’s just… rude.” A reassuring hand rest itself on his shoulder. Otto looked up at her and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. “I-It’s nothing. I’ve dealt with it for nearly 20 years. A-After all, I’m getting paid, aren’t I?” He slowly let a smile hint at his lips, causing her to guiltily smile in response and look back ahead of her. “You do a pretty darn good job here, Doctor. I just wish you were treated with the respect you deserve.” Taking open strides to the radio sitting on an open desk not far away, she plucked a CD from the sleeve book. It had “soft rock mix!” written neatly in sharpie on one side. Otto turned back to the work table, a now-lifeless actuator layed in a straight line in front of him. He heard the first chords of Bennie and the Jets begin to hum inside the lab and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, his cheeks warming.

The Soft Rock Mix was Otto’s favorite. It was one that he always found himself nodding his head to no matter how he was feeling. His assistant knew him well, though, that was to be expected after nearly five years of working at his hand. Otto pulled a welding mask over his face and burned the connectors together inside of the arms. Yn shuffled back to the table of her own and continued working. Osborn typically left a negative wake after any visits to the laboratory, but ever since Yn began to work with Otto… each time became a bit more bearable. A soft hum playing at her lips (she’d heard this mixtape many times now), she let her head nod in rhythm with Elton John’s keyboard. Her fingers danced across her own, less musical keyboard, typing out the progress report that Osborn had so desperately desired.

“. . . The work shown by Doctor Octavius and Doctor Ln -”

no, no… that’s not right. Click click click click click…

“. . . by Doctor Octavius will be listed here in full detail, as follows.”

Her back ached, as did most Oscorp scientists’, but with a deadline to be met for a full report that very night, there wasn’t much else she could do other than slump over and get it done. It always eased her, however, to look up and see her superior gently swaying to the mixtape he somehow never seemed to grow old of. If it hadn’t meant so much to him, she probably wouldn’t ever bother with it. He tapped his foot following the beat as another song she’d memorized faded out, and the gentle synth signaling the beginning of Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face poured in. Catching her attention, Otto swiftly walked to the radio and turned the volume up a bit. When he turned back around, he was grinning from ear to ear until he caught her humored gaze. He quickly flushed red and shrunk down a bit. “No, no! Don’t back down now.” She giggled, standing up from her computer chair and popping her back. “Here, may I?” She approached him gingerly and took his hands. “Wh-What??” His cheeks burned a bright crimson and she led him to an open spot in the laboratory.

She intertwined her fingers with his own and began breathing her breaths a bit quicker. Otto was at a complete loss, only able to follow her lead as the two of them ambled along into a sort of waltzing position. “Know how to dance?” She asked him, beginning to sway before giving him the chance to answer her. Luckily for her, he did! A gushing stuttering mess, he gently moved his feet in time with hers as the spun around the floor, labcoats flowing like expensive tailcoats and ballgowns. Otto couldn’t help but look at her hands which graced his own with their touch. Her skin was cold and soft, fingers slipping between his with delightful comfort and simplicity; though the feelings shared were anything but simple.

“You’re pretty smooth, Doctor!” She giggled, him revelling in her praises. “O-Oh, stop that.” He murmured, shying his gaze to the floor with a bashful grin. She pulled him a bit closer and softly nudged his chin up to look at her, and when he looked up once again he could have sworn he had seen the most genuine, loving glint in her eye. Maybe it was just the lights from the tanks full of acid or the flashing of buttons from panels on the wall, but the colors melted together into a visual cacophony that filled his heart so full he couldn’t help but let it spill back out; in the form of a soft gasp. “Everything okay?” She asked him, startled. “Y-Yes…! I-I’m… Everything’s perfect.” He stumbled in his words trying to piece together fragments of what he truly wanted to say. Her lips curled into a soft unconvinced smile, but she shook her head and dropped it. “A-Are you a fan of Billy Idol, too?” Otto asked her, desperately scrambling to fill the silence his catastrophic slip-up had left behind.

“I only know him thanks to you.” She replied, moving her hand down to his shoulder. She wondered, fruitlessly, if he liked to dance at home as well. Would they dance together like this if they lived together? Able to take him by the hands and waltz around the kitchen whenever they wanted, wearing whatever they wanted. They wouldn’t be confined by labcoats and nametags and button-ups and slacks. There would be no need for closed-toe shoes or long socks. Only pajama pants and t-shirts and maybe some house shoes if the tile felt particularly chilly that evening. The idea of living with Doctor Octavius made her face grow red and her smile reach her teeth in a shy recoil. “W-What are you smiling about?” He allowed himself to laugh with her as they swayed, meeting her gaze in the dim light of the buzzing LEDs. “You’re just a lot of fun to be around. Did you know that?” She quickly responded, completely avoiding the topic of her thoughts. The two had much in common. Otto’s eyes felt half-lidded after the compliment. “F-Fun? I-I wouldn’t say that. I’ve n-never been very fun. Y-Y-You, h-however…” Unable to complete his sentence, he trailed off in hopes she could connect the dots herself.

“Fun is ambiguous. I think you’re fun just the way you are.” She said, smirking down at him. “W-Why are you so insistent on flustering me…?” He said breathily, hardly able to stand on his own two feet. She spun around under his arm and grinned. “Because it’s fun.” She let her hands slip from his and she returned to her desk as the song faded away in a dwindling murmur of synth chords. Otto watched her as she took the same, long strides back to her chair and he couldn’t help but look upon her with the most fervent of admiration. Being honest with himself, it was more than that. There wasn’t one word he could think of to really explain how he felt about her, and so he stuck to what he typically did. He shuffled bashfully back to his workbench and picked up his torch again. Late nights were late nights, of course; but with Yn around? Like Osborn, they became a bit more bearable each time.

chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ybkayley/691215016131706880?source=share

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