#propane party

[zaroffs-submarine]

Yes I see the irony of this meme coming from something Atlantis-related and me using my Atlantis F/O for it. With that being said… actually I have no clue what I was gonna say next. Just take it.

[generalzar0ff]

please help my poor cat he’s tired and wants to go home

[nsxx99]

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[doctorslippery]

I tell you whut, I fugging love it when someone is a dick to me when I make a point. Fuck 'em. I know how the block button works.

[seat-safety-switch]

Hey friend. I know we all managed to escape the holiday season by the skin of our teeth, but it's time to start thinking about next holiday season. After a couple years, or in some of our cases, a few decades of feral snarls at anyone who comes near your house, people expect you to go out in the world and interact with human beings again. That means you need to update your "talk like a person" list.

When I first started socializing, I thought it would be easy. All I'd have to do is find another person and start talking about the things I liked. Then they'd talk about the things they liked. Then we would be instant friends and throw each other into a fountain and drink coffee together, like on teevee. Unfortunately, it didn't quite happen that way. It turns out that the things other people care about are really boring, and they think that the things I care about are really weird.

To survive, I've developed a sort of party planner kit, but it's only useful when you keep it up to date. Let me explain by way of an example. Here in Canada, a lot of people like ice hockey. It is a perfectly valid sport, but you are expected to have opinions about it in order to have polite discussion with people. I have developed exactly three opinions, and use them at random when interacting with new people. Unfortunately, the opinions need to keep up with the times.

In hockey, as in life, players move on or get injured, teams move to different cities, and the Zamboni® is no longer powered by a propane-fuelled Volkswagen inline four from the 1980s using an overcomplicated carb hat arrangement. See, that last one? I did it again. To help keep this from happening, I have to do some research, and update my bon mots to make sure that they're the bon most they can be. I do it around now, when my motivation is at its peak and it is too cold to interact with any other human beings. After spending about an hour googling for "who is the worst NHL player right now" and "A1 vw rabbit coilover conversion kits for british lever shock cars" – shit, I did it again – I have my inoculation against other people thinking I'm weird. You don't think I'm weird, right?

This can work for all kinds of other sports, and even business events, if you live in a country that hasn't yet invented sports. I strongly encourage you to figure out three facts about something that is popular, and use them in rotation like me. Hell, you can probably get away with two, as long as you immediately make up an excuse to leave as soon as you've run out of ammo. And that's what the holiday spirit is all about.

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 04 Hwa & Joong — double penetration // anal

➥ dom!Seonghwa × bratty!Reader × dom!Hongjoong summary: After a few drinks and a slip of the tongue, Y/N and her boyfriend, Seonghwa, invite their friend Hongjoong back to their hotel room. wc: 6.7k (sorry. she's wordy lol) warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship (Seonghwa), alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors dni!): threesome, protected sex (both Hwa & Joong wear condoms), oral (f receiving, m receiving), anal (f receiving), double penetration, biting, dom!Hwa, dom!Joong, bratty!Reader, Hwa is a little rough with his hands, pet names (baby, angel, etc), I think I got everything lol Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @rdiamond2727 Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: I've had so many dreams about threesomes with these two so I got a lot of content in my head lol I hope you enjoy this piece for Kinkuary! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“I can’t believe he didn’t know his toupee was lopsided!” You giggled, setting your glass down as your boyfriend, Seonghwa, reached over, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, smiling as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“It was so funny!” Hongjoong said, grabbing the half empty bottle of soju and began pouring more shots. You grabbed your full shot glass and waited for the two men to do the same, clinking the glass together before downing your shot quickly.

Hongjoong let out a whoop, causing Seonghwa to kick him under the table. “Shut up, you idiot,” Seonghwa chuckled, looking at his best friend. You joined in his laughter, giggling behind your hand at your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Sorry,” Hongjoong said with a grimace. “It’s been a while since I’ve drank like this,” he added, shaking his head and grabbing the bottle to pour more shots.

“I think the last time I drank like this,” you said, raising to press your finger to your lips in mock thinking. “Was that party at Wooyoung’s,” you concluded. Seonghwa groaned, rolling his eyes. “The party where he insisted we play strip truth or dare?”

Hongjoong nearly choked on his water, having grabbed the bottle to take a sip.

“He made you what?” He asked incredulously, making you giggle again as the alcohol mixed in your system.

Seonghwa shook his head, giving you a fond smile before looking at his best friend.

“It’s so dumb. He just wanted an excuse to take his clothes off,” Seonghwa replied as you settled into the cushions beside him.

He’d chosen this restaurant because it was attached to the hotel you and he were staying in but also because they had these private balconies for rent. The table was low, almost like a coffee table, with two black cushioned loveseats on either side and matching armchairs on the ends. The balcony had two square pyramid shaped outdoor heaters, powered by propane with a glass tube up the center that held the flame.

The food, which had been excellent, was mostly gone and several empty bottles of soju sat on the table top.

“I think Woo just wanted everyone naked, to be honest,” you added, snuggled up against Seonghwa as one of your hands reached up to play with the hair at the base of his neck. Seonghwa nodded, shrugging as he looked up at you.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” he said, smiling as you erupted into more drunken giggles.

Across the table, Hongjoong watched the exchange with a fond smile on his face. After all, it was he who introduced you and Seonghwa in the first place, wanting two of his closest friends to meet and was pleasantly surprised when the two of you hit it off so well you started dating.

You caught sight of him grinning at the two of you like an idiot. “What are you smiling at?” You asked, tilting your head and drawing Seonghwa’s attention back to Hongjoong. The younger man shook his head, looking down at his shot glass with a smile. “I just never imagined that things would work out so well for you two,” he said softly.

You exchanged glances with Seonghwa. “Are you… jealous?” Seonghwa asked, proceeding with caution.

Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head again. “The opposite,” he answered, looking up. “I couldn’t be happier for you two,” he answered before holding his shot glass up. “Here’s to you two lovebirds,” he said before throwing back the shot, you and Seonghwa following suit.

The conversation shifted quickly.

“So tell me more about this strip truth or dare game,” Hongjoong said, reaching to grab a leftover piece of sushi and popped it in his mouth.

“Oh god,” Seonghwa groaned again while you laughed.

“It was so funny,” you answered as you started to explain the mechanics of the game, reiterating how Wooyoung totally made up the rules on the spot. “So it gets to me,” you said as Seonghwa grabbed his non-alcoholic drink and took a sip. “This little shit,” Seonghwa scoffed as you playfully hit his chest.

“You can’t tell me he wasn’t saving that question specifically for you,” Seonghwa said as he set the glass down.

Hongjoong watched you two, waiting for the next part.

“He asks me to pick truth or dare and I had already done a dare the previous round, so naturally, I chose truth,” you explained as Seonghwa placed his arm on the back of the loveseat behind you.

“Naturally, of course,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. He knew you well enough that you hated playing truth or dare in any setting because it always ended up turning into a game of I dare you to kiss so-and-so. Hongjoong couldn't deny he hated that growing up. No one had any imagination as teenagers.

“So he asks me-,” you started but Seonghwa interrupted you. “Technically, he asked us,” he said.

“He asks me,” you said again, ignoring your boyfriend. “If I’ve ever had a threesome,” you finally manage to get out.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up at the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to ask a question like that, especially in front of Seonghwa.

“Uh, no,” Seonghwa interrupted again. “He specifically asked you if you’ve had a threesome with me and him,” he corrects, nodding towards Hongjoong.

You scrunched up your face and looked at Seonghwa. "Wait. Did he specifically ask if it was with you and Joongie?" you asked. "I don't remember that." Seonghwa shook his head, leaning forward to grab his drink and held the glass out to you.

"Here, babe," he said before explaining further.

"You were a lot more drunk than I was that night," he started. "Wooyoung specifically asked if we'd ever had a three way with Joong," he continued as you took a long sip of the drink your boyfriend handed you.

Hongjoong’s heart was pounding in his chest as he processed what was being said. If Wooyoung really asked that in a room full of people, he had to have thought it actually happened at some point and since he mentioned it in front of other people, they had to think the same thing now.

"You told him no, of course," he finally said, relaxing into the loveseat across from his two closest friends. You nodded, handing the glass back to Seonghwa who took a sip of his own.

Seonghwa set the glass back down and shook his head. "No you didn't," he countered, causing both you and Hongjoong to look at him, mirroring the same confused expressions.

"Yes I did!" you retorted indignantly. Seonghwa shook his head again. "No sweetheart, what you actually said was 'not yet.'"

Seonghwa’s words hit Hongjoong like a truck and he suddenly felt his pants growing tighter. 'Not yet? What does that even mean?' he wondered as you and Seonghwa bickered back and forth.

Finally, you conceded, assuming Seonghwa was correct because he has been much more sober than you at the party.

"My bad," you said with a shrug as you settled back against the sofa, one of your hands resting on your boyfriend’s thigh. Hongjoong couldn't help but imagine your hand on his thigh and --

'Stop it!' he scolded himself mentally. The last thing he needed was images of you on your knees in front of him as your mouth--

'Yah! What are you doing!'

Hongjoong shook his head, realizing he'd zoned out of whatever conversation you and Seonghwa currently were having. He leaned forward and snatched his bottle of water.

He was too busy downing his water to notice the way Seonghwa's attention shifted to him, albeit very briefly. He noticed the change in Hongjoong's body language almost instantly.

Best friends were usually pretty perceptive about one another.

Hongjoong replaced the cap of his almost empty bottle of water and set it back on the table, trying to force his brain to focus on anything other than you on top of him with Seonghwa behind you, hands gripping your —

'Stop thinking about your best friends like that!' Hongjoong mentally admonished himself. 'What is wrong with you?!'

Hongjoong would be a liar if he said he hadn't fantasized about you before but that was ages ago, when you were teens and before you even met Seonghwa. It wasn't like he wanted to date you or bring those fantasies alive, he was just a horny teenage boy then.

But if he was just a horny teenage boy then, what was he now? Sitting across from his best friend and his best friend's girl, fantasizing about her touching him.

Seonghwa could tell Hongjoong was having some sort of internal struggle and he could only guess it had something to do with your accidental admission that you may or may not want a three way to happen. Ever since they'd brought it up, Hongjoong had shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tried to relax, and drink some water.

Clearly, the thought was affecting him and Seonghwa could only guess what was going on in that imaginative brain of his best friend.

He decided to try something; something that might give him an idea of just how far he could take this.

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to whisper in your ear, not missing the way Hongjoong watched you.

"If you want that little fantasy of yours to come true, do what I say."

It was well known to Seonghwa that you were more than willing to have a threesome. He knew it early on when you started becoming intimate. Seonghwa had never given the idea much thought, mainly because he didn't want to share you with another man, nor did he want to try to focus on two women.

It had never crossed his mind, until the night of the party, that Hongjoong could enter the equation and Seonghwa found himself not hating the idea.

If he was going to share you with another man, might as well be one he trusted fully and who did he trust more than his best friend?

Only you.

Hongjoong watched with wide eyes as Seonghwa's free hand moved, gliding up your leg, past your knee and up the side of your thigh and pulled, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you leg up over his lap, almost so you were straddling him but not quite.

'What the fuck?' he wondered.

"S-so you mentioned you'd done a dare at the party?" Hongjoong stammered, mentally cursing when he heard his own voice break slightly. You didn't react to it but Seonghwa certainly did and the smirk the older man gave had Hongjoong’s blood boiling but not in anger. No, definitely not in anger.

"Oh," you said with a nod. "Yeah, the dare was to show everyone the last racy photo I sent Seonghwa," you said, cheeks burning under the heated gaze of your boyfriend and now your best friend.

Seonghwa glanced up at Hongjoong in time to see the darkened gaze he sent your way. It gave him an idea.

"You want to see it?" he asked, drawing both yours and Hongjoong’s attention. "W-what?" Hongjoong asked, causing Seonghwa’s smirk to grow.

He looked at you, the hand on your thigh giving your skin a light squeeze. "Show him the picture, baby," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

You hesitated for a moment before remembering what Seonghwa had said only moments ago. 'If you want that little fantasy of yours to come true, do what I say.'

You leaned forward and grabbed your clutch that lay on the table, pulling out your phone and unlocking the screen before started to scroll through your camera roll.

Hongjoong's eyes flickered from you as you searched through your phone and Seonghwa, who leaned forward to grab the bottle of soju and poured three shots. As Seonghwa grabbed his shot glass, he leaned back and you murmured something about finding 'it.'

Heart pounding, Hongjoong waited until you got up from the sofa and moved around the table to sit on the arm of the loveseat he sat on. You held out your phone and Hongjoong looked up at you before carefully taking the device from you, as if it would explode.

Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa one last time who nodded towards the phone as if to say go on. Finally, he allowed his eyes to look down at the screen and felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart pounding even harder as his pants tightened even more.

On the screen was a picture you'd clearly taken in the mirror. It was dimly lit in the room you'd taken the picture in, no doubt your bedroom as he could see a bed, the edge of a computer desk, and the million plushies that adorned your bed.

And there you sat, kneeling with your ass resting on your heels as you faced away from the mirror. Your back was arched, giving off a perfect view of your ass.

Hongjoong could see you peeking over your shoulder but your phone was covering your face as you had snapped the photo.

You were scantily clad in a cropped white tee but the focus of the photo was quite clearly your perfect ass, a black lace thong dipping between your cheeks.

Heat rose to his cheeks as he studied the photo. His eyes were so focused on the screen that he didn't see the way Seonghwa watched him with a curious expression.

He saw the way you bit into your bottom lip as you watched Hongjoong.

He wondered what was going through your mind at that very moment. He could almost see the wheels turning.

Seonghwa cleared his throat, drawing your attention but Hongjoong’s stayed on the screen. “Can you do something for me, angel?” Seonghwa asked, knowing that specific nickname had a particular effect on you.

You nodded slowly, eyes meeting Seonghwa’s heated gaze and prompting him to smile at you sweetly.

“Take the phone from him,” he said, nodding towards Hongjoong. You reached over, lightly snatching the phone from Hongjoong and breaking the trance he seemed to be in. Seonghwa held his hand out for your phone. You stood up and walked over to hand it to him wondering what he was planning.

Seonghwa took the phone in one hand before taking your hand and pulling you down to whisper in your ear.

Hongjoong watched the way your eyes widened and you pulled back to look at your boyfriend with a shocked expression. “Are you sure?” He heard you whisper to which Seonghwa nodded, the same smile on his face as he let go of your hand and leaned back against the cushions.

Hongjoong’s eyes followed you as you walked around the table and took a seat beside him. He turned his gaze to look across the table at Seonghwa who sat back, arms resting on the back of the couch as he watched the two of you with dark eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong finally managed to ask, trying to ignore the heat of your body next to his.

The alcohol was having more of an effect on him and it made him extremely perceptive of your close proximity.

Seonghwa’s eyes turned to you quickly and nodded, seemingly encouraging you. Hongjoong tore his gaze from his friend to look at you as you leaned in, one of your hands lightly grazing his thigh as you leaned forward, lips inches from his.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, frozen under your simple touch. “It’s okay,” you simply answered. Hongjoong looked from you to Seonghwa who made no effort to move, only watched from his seat. And then it hit Hongjoong. Seonghwa had whispered something to you earlier before he told you to show the picture.

And then again just now, he’d whispered something Hongjoong couldn’t hear.

His head turned back to gaze at your face inches from his. His eyes dipped to look at your lips before looking back up to meet your eyes. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

The next moment, your lips were on his and it was like a switch flipped. Hongjoong’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He barely had time to register what he was doing before he pulled back from your kiss and immediately started apologizing. You silenced him with another kiss, your lips moving against his as your hands moved up his chest, one stopping at his shoulder while the other moved up into his hair.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured against his lips. “I know you want this,” you added, rolling your hips and grinding against his prominent erection. Seonghwa had noticed early on but you hadn’t seen it until you were studying him while his focus was on your phone. Your boyfriend was clearly much more perceptive than you.

“What about—” Hongjoong muttered but his words were cut off by your lips back on his before you pulled back slightly. “He’s the one who suggested this,” you answered. Your lips moved against his cheek, down the side of his face as you kissed down towards his neck, stopping to nip at his skin.

Hongjoong let out a sigh, tilting his head as you teased him. His eyes landed on Seonghwa who was merely watching, a smirk on his face as he saw the effect you had on his best friend.

“You can touch her, you know,” Seonghwa said, nodding towards you. Hongjoong hesitantly let his hands move, sliding them down your waist to your hips, stilling for a moment before running his hands over your backside, gripping and pulling your hips against his, letting out a soft groan at the feeling.

Watching you grind yourself against his best friend was something Seonghwa had never even given a thought to but now that he was watching it, he was realizing how much he enjoyed watching you get worked up.

Your lips met Hongjoong’s again in a heated kiss, lips parting as your tongue entered his mouth, exploring and finding his tongue. It was messy, rushed, and very different from the way Seonghwa kissed you.

Everything your boyfriend did was precise, calculated, and measured but with Hongjoong, it was chaotic, hasty, and erratic. His hands were everywhere, lips moving against yours and tongue fighting for dominance.

It made your heart pound but it also made your panties stick to you as your arousal grew with each grind and pass of Hongjoong’s tongue over yours.

You heard Seonghwa clear his throat from behind you and broke apart from Hongjoong, turning to glance back at your boyfriend.

He was leaning forward, downing the rest of his drink and got to his feet. "I'm gonna go settle the bill," he said, walking around the table as you slid off Hongjoong's lap. Seonghwa stopped beside you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before looking at Hongjoong.

"Finish your drinks and meet me at the elevator," he added before moving to the door, pulling it open and stepping back into the restaurant.

Hongjoong's eyes returned to your form as you giggled, fingers covering your lips as you sat there. "What the hell just happened?" Hongjoong breathed, feeling many things all at once.

"Did he really tell you to do that?" he asked, to which you nodded. "He did," you answered, scooting to the edge of the couch, grabbing a piece of sushi before getting to your feet and grabbing your clutch.

"Come on," you said thickly, covering your mouth as you swallowed the food. "He's waiting for us."

Hongjoong downed his water and got up, following you as you led the way through the restaurant, bidding goodnight to the hostesses and managed to make it out into the lobby where he could see Seonghwa waiting by the elevators.

As the two of you approached, Hongjoong felt as if this is where the fun would end but he was surprised, yet again when Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders and looked him in the eye.

“I think we should take this upstairs,” he said softly, glancing at you. Hongjoong watched as you nodded and then as both of his friends looked at him.

“Joong?” You asked sweetly, holding out your hand. “Will you join us?”

Hongjoong hesitated. They were giving him the choice to join them upstairs or leave.

The answer was obvious.

Hongjoong stepped forward, taking your outstretched hand. “I’d love to join you two,” he said with a smile.

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Had Hongjoong been told he’d end up in bed with two of his best friends, he would have told the person who said it they were insane and that would never happen.

And how wrong he would have been.

As soon as the three of them left the elevator, you were on Hongjoong, lips against his, pulling at his jacket as Seonghwa unlocked the door to their hotel suite and led the way inside.

Once inside, things moved faster than Hongjoong could process.

You had him stripped of his jacket and shirt, pushed onto the bed and on top of him before Seonghwa had managed to turn on the dim hotel lamps.

“Take it easy, baby,” Seonghwa said from somewhere else in the room. Hongjoong couldn’t find him as he was too busy focusing on the way you were grinding against him. “This is all new to Joong.”

It was only a moment later that you had Hongjoong stripped, his cock in your hand as you stroked him slowly. “Shit,” he groaned, falling back on the mattress as he felt your tongue drag up the bottom of his cock, taking the head into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

He had fantasized about this, sure, but the reality was much better than his imagination.

“She’s good at that, isn’t she?” Seonghwa asked, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the way you took Hongjoong into your mouth, bobbing your head and letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, filling the room with lewd sounds.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong answered. “S-so good.”

Seonghwa’s smirk grew, drawing his eyes from his best friend to look towards you, reaching out to affectionately stroke your hair. “Such a good little slut,” he purred, hand stopping on the back of your head.

“I know you can take more in that pretty little mouth, though,” he added, firmly pushing your head down, forcing more of Hongjoong’s cock in your mouth.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he ordered as you sank down. “That’s it.”

Hongjoong let out a choked moan as his cock slid deeper, the head extending down into your throat. “Fuck!” He grunted as you gagged, throat constricting around him.

“She’s very good at taking cock,” Seonghwa praised as he held your head in place for a few seconds before letting go, allowing you to pull back and breathe in a full breath.

“I can tell,” Hongjoong said in a shaky breath.

Seonghwa stood up, moving behind you and pushing the fabric of your skirt up, revealing your lace thong. His hands smoothed over your ass before delivering a harsh smack to your left cheek, causing you to moan and your body to jolt.

“Keep going,” Seonghwa ordered. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

You let out a small giggle, pushing back against Seonghwa’s touch and earning another spank. “Don’t be a brat in front of our guest, baby,” Seonghwa said sternly.

“Or what?” You asked, challenging him. Seonghwa let out a growl and Hongjoong heard the sound of material ripping and you gasping as you tried to sit up.

Seonghwa pushed you back down. “Did I say you could get up?” He barked, causing you to whine in protest. “Do as I say or you won’t get to cum tonight.”

You whined again but obeyed, knowing full well Seonghwa would follow through with his threats.

Hongjoong let out another groan as you took him back into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before letting your jaw relax and sinking down on him, taking the full length into your mouth.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa whispered, his fingers toying with your cunt before pushing two inside you at once causing you to moan around Hongjoong’s cock.

“Feel free to be as rough with her as you want, Joong,” Seonghwa said as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your wet heat, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit in time with his fingers.

“Fuck her mouth if you have to. She can be a real brat some time,” he added.

Hongjoong’s fingers combed through your hair, his hand moving to the back of your head and pushing down slightly. “Come on,” he urged. “We both know you can do better than that,” he added, his more dominant side slipping out.

You let out another moan as Seonghwa’s fingers moved faster, thrusting into you. Hongjoong forced your head down further, pushing the tip of his cock back into your throat again. “Right there,” he groaned. “Just hold it for a second for me, baby,” he added.

Seonghwa chose to ignore the use of the pet name. He’d deal with it later.

He reached up, unzipping the back of your dress and quickly undressed you.

“Scoot back,” Seonghwa ordered, looking over you to Hongjoong. “I need space behind her.”

Hongjoong moved quickly, pulling you off him and scooting back before pulling you forward carefully and guiding your head back to his cock.

Seonghwa climbed onto the bed behind you, kneeling and grabbing your hips.

“She might lose some focus but I’d rather her be fully prepared.”

Before you had a chance to reply,” Hongjoong had forced his cock back into your mouth. “Keep going,” he said in a low tone. You would have to remind yourself to get him back for his attitude later.

Seonghwa’s hands held your hips in place pressing light kisses to the backs of your thighs, biting at the skin before his tongue pressed against your clit, teasing it with light licks and flicks.

You moaned around Hongjoong’s cock as Seonghwa ate you out from behind, his tongue lapping at you, pushing into your entrance.

He could feel your thighs shake under his grip and pulled away, ignoring the way your arousal covered his lips and chin.

Wordlessly, Seonghwa got up from the bed and moved to a small bag on the desk.

Hongjoong glanced over as Seonghwa dug through the bag and returned moments later. He tossed something to Hongjoong. “You’ll need that,” he said as Hongjoong picked up the foil packet.

“Keep her busy,” Seonghwa added as he returned to his spot behind you. In his hands he held a bottle of lubricant and a…

“Is that a butt plug?”

Seonghwa glanced up at his friend before looking back to the toy in his hand with a nod. “It is,” he answered simply.

He popped the top on the bottle and dribbled a good amount of the lube onto the tip of the toy.

Snapping the bottle lid closed, he tossed it onto the bed and took one side of your hips in his hand, moving the toy to spread the lubricant against your asshole.

“Talk her through this,” Seonghwa ordered. “And you might want to take your cock out of her mouth,” he added.

Hongjoong pulled your mouth off him, pulling you up level with his face. “Just look at me,” he said, combing through your hair.

You felt Seonghwa’s hand on your hip give you a gentle squeeze.

“Relax, baby,” he said softly, waiting until he saw your muscles unclench before he started to slowly push the tip of the toy into your tight hole.

You let out a gasp at the intrusion. “Shhh, that’s it,” Seonghwa said as he stilled, waiting for you to relax again. “Keep talking to her,” he said to the younger man.

Hongjoong took your face in his hands. “You’re doing so well,” he said in a low tone, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just relax, Y/N.”

You nodded, biting into your bottom lip as you forced your body to relax under both their touch.

Seonghwa continued pushing the toy into you until it slipped in, leaving only the flared base sticking out. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your lower back. “Good girl,” he murmured again.

“Put that on,” Seonghwa said, nodding towards the condom he’d thrown Hongjoong earlier.

While Hongjoong fumbled with the foil packet, Seonghwa undressed, removing his shirt and pants and leaving his underwear on. He leaned over your back, his lips inches from your ear.

“You okay, angel?” He asked quietly. You nodded, turning your head to smile at him. “I’m okay, Hwa,” you said, your voice a little hoarse. Seonghwa cringed internally, but pulled you into a sweet and gentle kiss.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he whispered against your lips. “Hold on for just a little while longer,” he added, making you nod again.

Seonghwa pressed another kiss to your lips. “Now get on his cock.”

You moved as quickly as you could, straddling Hongjoong’s lap and reaching down to line the head of his cock with your entrance. “She likes to be on top,” Seonghwa said, dragging his fingers up your sides and back down to hold your hips. “But don’t let her do all the work,” he added. “She likes to tease.”

With that, Seonghwa pushed you down, forcing you to take all of Hongjoong’s cock quickly and making both of you gasp out, Hongjoong from the sudden sensation of having your walls gripping him tightly and you from feeling fuller than you’ve ever felt with Hongjoong’s length buried inside your cunt and the toy in your ass.

“How does she feel, Joong?” Seonghwa asked, resting his head on your shoulder.

“So fucking good,” Hongjoong replied, moving his hands to your hips, urging you to move.

Seonghwa smirked, turning his head to whisper in your ear.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He asked, moving one hand around to your stomach. “Do you feel full?” He asked, pressing down on your stomach and causing you to moan out. “Go on,” he said softly. “Fuck yourself on his cock.”

He pulled back to watch as you rested your hands on Hongjoong’s shoulders and lifted yourself slowly, sinking back down on him. “Holy shit,” Hongjoong breathed out as you continued to move.

Seonghwa watched, keeping his eyes on where yours and Hongjoong’s bodies met, one of his hands moving to palm himself over his boxers.

"Keep going, baby," Seonghwa said, encouraging you as you moved, rolling your hips and sinking back on to Hongjoong.

Seonghwa just needed a couple more minutes before he could take the toy out of you. Just a few more.

Giving you some more time to adjust, Seonghwa took the time to remove his underwear and open the second condom, rolling it on carefully before he cautiously grabbed your hips, slowing your movements.

"Relax, baby, I'm gonna take this out now," he said softly, grabbing the base of the toy firmly and slowly easing it out. "That's a good girl," he cooed, setting the plug aside and gently rubbing his hand over the small of your back.

“Keep still,” Seonghwa said softly, kneeling behind you. Hongjoong held your hips in place, reminding you to relax and keep breathing.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Seonghwa added in a whisper, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the tip of his cock to the hole that wasn’t currently being filled.

You took a deep breath as Seonghwa pushed the head of his cock into you, causing you to gasp at the sudden sharp sting. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Seonghwa asked, stilling immediately.

You nodded vigorously. “Just shocked more than anything,” you answered, the stinging being replaced with a dull pain. Anal play wasn’t new to you and Seonghwa but you’d never had his cock in your ass, just a finger or a slim toy.

“Holy shit,” Seonghwa hissed, sliding further into you and nearly groaning at how good your walls felt gripping him so tightly.

It was much different than what you were both used to.

“How are you doing, baby?” Seonghwa asked, keeping one hand firmly on your waist, the other moving around your front to gently grab your throat and pull you back against Seonghwa’s chest. “You doing alright?” he whispered in your ear, to which you nodded.

“‘M so full, Hwa,” you whined.

Your boyfriend chuckled softly, gently pushing you over onto Hongjoong who still had a firm grip on your hips.

Seonghwa tapped his friend's hands lightly. “Move them to her waist, keep her in place.”

Hongjoong did as Seonghwa instructed, taking hold of your waist, switching his hands placement with the older man who now had a tight grip on your hips.

Without another word, Seonghwa pulled out slowly only to push back in just as slowly.

He gave you a few shallow and slow thrusts, testing your limits before picking up the pace when you urged him to move faster.

As he set a steady rhythm, you let out a gasp, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full.

You’d never felt like anything like it before. It was incredible.

With Seonghwa’s hips meeting your ass, you started to push back against his thrusts, forcing Hongjoong’s cock further into your cunt.

Hongjoong cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed around him but it was paired with the odd sensation of Seonghwa’s cock moving inside you from a different angle and entrance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers digging into the sheets as Seonghwa thrust into you faster, hips hitting your ass and filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.

“You gonna cum already, baby?” Seonghwa asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You seem to have forgotten your manners in front of our guest,” he added.

Hongjoong caught onto what Seonghwa was hinting at.

“That’s right,” he said, adding onto the older man’s thought. “Isn’t it guests first?”

“I believe you’re right,” Seonghwa said, not giving you a chance to answer, not that you could form a coherent thought anyway with both their cocks filling your holes.

“Feel free to cum any time, Joong,” Seonghwa added, slowing his hips to a roll, burying his cock inside you as far as he could. “Wait,” you panted, pushing yourself up onto your hands but Seonghwa was quick to force you back down.

“Uh-uh, angel,” he said, his hand on your back between your shoulder blades and keeping you bent over. “Let our guest finish.”

You had no time to form a sentence before you felt Hongjoong start to thrust up into you, cutting off your words with a yelp as he chased his own orgasm.

“S-shit,” you stammered, grabbing fistfuls of the bed linens. “Ah! Joong!” you whimpered, thighs shaking from the intensity of his thrusts as it drove you further and further towards your own orgasm.

“You gonna cum, Y/N?” he asked, hands gripping your waist tightly, his painted nails pressing into your skin. You nodded with another whimper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock?”

Seonghwa wasn’t one to normally get jealous but the way Hongjoong was speaking to you stirred something inside him but he pushed it down. He’d deal with his feelings later.

Tightening his grip on your hips, Seonghwa started moving again, thrust into you from behind, purposely offset from Hongjoong’s thrusts.

Your grip on the sheets tightened, moans leaving your lips with each calculated thrust from both men.

You weren’t going to last much longer but you knew Seonghwa would punish you if you came before Hongjoong so you held on as long as you needed.

Luck was on your side as Hongjoong’s hips stuttered. “Fuck. ‘M gonna cum,” he groaned, giving you a few more thrusts before he came with a low moan, filling the condom. His hands fell to the mattress as he rode out his high, eyes shut as he basked in the feeling.

You were next to stumble over the edge, coming with a whine and taking Seonghwa with you as your walls convulsed around both cocks inside you. Seonghwa’s lips were right next to your ear, urging you to cum before his own hips slowed to a stop, coming into his condom, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and making you cry out.

To keep you from collapsing onto Hongjoong, Seonghwa held you up, pulling out of you and lifting you off Hongjoong, laying you on your side before slumping onto the mattress on the other side of you, opposite Hongjoong.

The room was silent save for the sound of the three of you trying to catch your breaths.

Hongjoong was the first to move, getting up from the bed and heading into the bathroom. He returned a moment later, stooping to grab his underwear and pants and pulling them on before he knelt down to grab Seonghwa’s underwear and hand it to the older man who thanked him.

Hongjoong walked over to the mini fridge and opened it, thankful there were bottles of water. He grabbed two and turned to find Seonghwa half dressed and carefully helping you up. “I know you’re tired, baby,” he said softly. “But you need to go to the bathroom,” he said, helping support your weight.

Hongjoong held up one of the bottles, silently communicating with Seonghwa who nodded at the side table. Hongjoong set the bottle down and opened the other, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid.

While you were preoccupied, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, buttoning it up.

He was looking for his socks when you emerged from the bathroom with Seonghwa. Hongjoong tried not to smirk as you walked over to the bed on shaky legs.

Seonghwa walked over to his suitcase and returned to your side with one of his shirts, helping you put it on and then tucking you into the bed, leaning over to kiss your temple.

Hongjoong managed to find his socks and was pulling his shoes on when he heard you whine something he couldn’t make out. “There’s not enough room on the bed for all three of us to sleep baby,” Seonghwa murmured, making Hongjoong’s cheeks burn. You wanted him to stay?

“But Hwaaa~” you whined. “It’s okay,” Hongjoong interjected, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I got a nice big bed waiting for me back home, Y/N. I’ll be fine,” he added with a smile.

“Promise me you’ll text when you get home?” you asked, trying and failing to mask a yawn.

Hongjoong’s smile widened. “Of course.”

Seonghwa picked up his phone from the side table and tapped away on the screen.

Hongjoong leaned over your sleeping form, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Get some sleep Y/N,” he said softly, pulling back and standing up. He knew his welcome was wearing out and it was time to go.

“I’ve ordered you a cab. We had a lot to drink earlier,” Seonghwa said as they walked to the door.

Hongjoong glanced back at your now sleeping figure. “She’ll be okay, right?” Hongjoong asked, eyes shifting to look up as his best friend who offered a genuine smile.

“Yeah. She just needs to sleep,” he replied. Hongjoong turned to open the door but hesitated. He turned back around to face Seonghwa.

“We’re cool, right?” he asked, looking up at Seonghwa. For a brief moment, Seonghwa’s facial expression was unreadable, almost as if he was thinking, before it morphed into understanding. “Yeah,” he said with another genuine smile. “We’re cool.”

Hongjoong nodded in understanding, feeling a weight lift off his chest.

“But don’t think I’ve forgotten you calling my girl ‘baby,’” Seonghwa said suddenly, narrowing his eyes at the younger man who simply smirked at his best friend.

“What, are you jealous?” Hongjoong asked, noticing the way Seonghwa’s lip twitched as if he was fighting the urge to smile before the older man spoke.

“It’s not jealousy if she’s already mine.”

[elbiotipo]

I think Hank Hill would be so happy under communism. He would go to all union meetings and be proud his work is being recognized. He would be like "I'm glad the party is paying proper attention to the propane and propane accessories industry I tell you what"

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Who would like to own a property that's name literally translates to "Fart?" The late owner was a retired, decorated Viet Nam navy veteran from Brooklyn, NYC, who fell in love with the Terlingua, TX Ghost Town. The property is up for sale for $1.3M.

Every year he had a fundraiser to benefit the Fire Department and the EMS, called The Rocket Fuel Party.

Inside the fence is a full-size conning tower of a submarine, a replica of a sailing ship, and a small Statue of Liberty that lights up at night.

The owner's name was Jimmy and he began building a fleet.

He also built a propane-powered volcano and tiki bar to complete the south seas feel.

The submarine USS Thresher (SSN-593) was the lead boat of her class of nuclear-powered attack submarines in the United States Navy. She was the U.S. Navy's second submarine to be named after the thresher shark. On 10 April 1963, Thresher sank during deep-diving tests about 350 km (220 mi) east of Cape Cod, Massachusetts, killing all 129 crew and shipyard personnel aboard.

That's most of the history of Passing Wind.

The property has fallen into disrepair and needs a new owner to bring it back to life. This is the closest structure that I can see that looks like it was the tiki bar.

Here's the trailer Jimmy must've lived in. It looks to be in good shape from the outside.

And, there's also this building.

The land is 3.44 acres. I guess the new owner would have to be interested in military history enough to want to invest in making an attraction dedicated to it. I have no idea if this would be a tourist destination.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/Highway-170-170-Terlingua-TX-79852/2054487857_zpid/?

[nomgeonmunchie]

Propane

[angie-long-legs]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse!

Kill V. Maim by Grimes

I got in a fight, I was indisposed, I was in despite all the wicked prose, but I'm only a man, and I do what I can [...] B-E-H-A-V-E, arrest us! Italiana mobster looking so precious, B-E-H-A-V-E, never more, you gave up being good when you declared a state of war! I don't behave, I don't behave, oh eh, are you going to the party? Are you going to the show? [...] Oh, the fire hurts alright... the people touch it, I can't touch it, even though it's mine

Butterflies... by Slayyyter

Crystal blue in my head, butterflies, now all dead. Tears for you, crack the whip, heart in two (heart in two), in your bed... Candy hearts in my eyes, you brought me back to life, star crossed love in the nighttime, then you pushed me aside again (Ow!)... I feel sick 'bout the things you put me through, once again I'm not holdin' out for you, I won't watch, now your life is invisible, what the fuck ever made you so miserable?

Born Slippy (Nuxx) by Underworld

Drive boy, dive boy, dirty numb angel boy, in the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy, she was a beautiful boy, and tears boy, and all in your inner space boy, you had hand girls boy and steel boy, you had chemicals boy, I've grown so close to you [...] Let your feelings slip boy, but never your mask boy

Circus by Britney Spears

There's only two types of people in the world, the ones that entertain and the ones that observe... well, I'm a put-on-a-show kinda girl [...] I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins, spotlight on me and I'm ready to break, I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage, better be ready, hope that you feel the same, all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus

Celebrity Skin by Hole

Oh, make me over, I'm all I wanna be, a walking study in demonology [...] No second billing 'cause you're a star now, oh, Cinderella, they aren't sluts like you... Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses, can you stand up or will you just fall down? [...] When I wake up in my makeup, have you ever felt so used up as this? It's all so sugarless, hooker, waitress, model, actress, oh, just go nameless! Honeysuckle, she's full of poison, she obliterated everything she kissed, now she's fading somewhere in Hollywood, I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh... You want a part of me? Well, I'm not selling cheap

Drunk Walk Home by Mitski

I will retire to the Salton Sea at the age of 23, for I'm starting to learn I may never be free, but though I may never be free, fuck you and your money, I'm tired of your money... And I sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night, with no one else in sight... You know I wore this dress for you, these killer heels for you... See the dark, it moves with every breath of the breeze

Panic Attacks in Paradise by Ashnikko

Panic attacks in paradise, piña coladas, I'm terrified, I swear I'm not cryin', the sun's just bright, I'm havin' the best time of my life! Panic attacks in paradise, hyperventilating under candy skies, tellin' myself that this is fine, I'm havin' the best time of my life... It's a big joke, ha ha, I love laughin', it's a big hoax, your self-help happy, 'cause I'm okay, I'm pure propane on an open flame, watch me blow up

Addiction by Doja Cat

I am addicted (a little), under the influence (a little), and it makes me want to dance (a little), an itch I just can't scratch, addiction... I've got such a pretty body, looks prettier when I'm a mess, and I just like to call him daddy 'cause the first one he up and left, and you can relate to broken girls, I've been a day without it, I'm proud of myself, baby can you break the curse? I'm so gone I believe in magic

Judas by Lady Gaga

When he calls to me, I am ready, I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs, forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain, even after three times, he betrays me [...] I couldn't love a man so purely, even prophets forgave his goofy way, I've learned love is like a brick, you can build a house or sink a dead body [...] Ew! In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance; fame hooker, prostitute, wench vomits her mind!

Bag of Bones by Mitski

I'm all used up, pretty boy, over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off... See my hands, pretty boy, what do they tell you? 'Cause I've looked down at them not knowing why, and after everything's done and I'm all undone, you can hear my high heels walking on, clickity-clacking through the night; I'm carrying my bag of bones [...] I know my room is a mess, over and over again I tell myself I'll clean tomorrow; just move the stuff up off the bed and do what you came here to do, but first open up a window for me and let the cool air in, feel the night slip in as it softly glides along your back, and I hope you leave right before the sun comes up so I can watch it alone

tagged by: @hazbinned tyty this was so much fun!!

tagging: @top-shelf-tender @arcanepactguile @sirserpentine

[zaroffs-submarine]

Hello and welcome!

This is my selfship blog, where I ship with Vinny Santorini from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, although some other f/os might appear. Who knows!

The #vinny tag is for content of only him, but #propane party is our ship.

I hope you enjoy your stay!

[generalzar0ff]

Will posting my Atlantis self insert in the main tag get me killed? Let’s see.

guyssss GUYS its ok there’s a canon character here too. He’s just my boyfriend, that’s all! 😁

[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI.

Special special special thank you to @basilisa-scorpii for beta reading; and thank you to my main squeeze @icy-spicy for dropping the best acronym I've ever heard in my life! If you're a fan of King of the Hill, you might find a familiar line🤭 And I cannot believe I actually forgot to include @quinloki who inspired Killer and Kid in swimsuits that sparked this chapter's theme - that insta reel is still in my bookmarks🤤🤤🤤

Killer directed and organized the tributes the crew had brought to his shared house with Kid, Wire and Heat. Today’s live stream was going to be a special one – the weather had finally gotten warmer for longer and their unused pool needed some TLC. So did Killer’s Summit E-470 propane powered grill.

His beloved cooking space.

Shaking his head excitedly, he finished typing up the recipe list he planned to pin on the live stream’s chat board. Everyone brought their own side dish, dessert, or drink specials. Killer only planned to show off cooking meat on the grill. That was easy enough to instruct on air compared to the delicious smorgasbord of food that was piling all over his kitchen.

Drooling at the overwhelming smells, he helped carry the food outside. Sneakily taking small bites out of the Hawaiian macaroni salad, watermelon feta salad, and a whole pollo asado taco, he began setting up the camera equipment.

“Alright is everyone set and comfortable? Starting the live stream in 5 minutes!”

The crew shouted out in acknowledgement before resuming their laid-back activities. A party’s a party after all. 

Rocking the, quite frankly, sluttiest pair of low-rise swim trunks that really only served to cover his goods. They were blue of course.  Killer pulled his hair into a high ponytail and waited on his housemates to bring out the meats and beer. A blue and white striped face mask was covering his lower face.

Kid brought out the steaks and burgers. He was wearing obnoxious yellow swim shorts that stopped at his lower thighs. In equally tacky theme, a cartoon rooster was displayed in the center of the shorts with dialogue off to the side. It read: Don’t stare at my cock.

God’s be damned, Killer wanted to beat him up.

Wire stepped out in a speedo that was entirely too natural looking on him, walking with grace that one wouldn’t have thought the tall man had at all. However, it wouldn’t be Wire if he wasn’t wearing some type of netting – a fishnet crop top covered his broad chest. 

Heat, always copying inspired by Wire’s fashion sense, was also wearing a fishnet crop top in blue with matching swim trunks.

The assignment was simple –look ridiculously ripped, as possibly allowable without violating TikTok’s guidelines and terms of service. So far they were all in line with the rules, but as always the risk lied with Kid. Killer glared at the text on swimsuit and considered kicking the redhead in the dick for always acting like one.

Heat handed the grill master his apron: a simple blue cover with pockets, with a custom jolly roger embroidered in the center. The symbol resembled Killer’s mask with two scythes crossing behind it. A small chef’s hat hung off the skull’s head.

“Thanks Heat you did an amazing job!”

Going Live In…

3…2…1!

LIVE

“Hey everyone, KillerCook here with a special episode of Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer. Today, we’re having a pool party~ And every good pool party is composed of three important elements: food, drink, and fun. Drop a ‘hey!’ in the chat to all of our co-workers and friends!”

The i-pad was going off with all the pinging notifications from viewers trying to say hello. In the background, the crew began cheering and hollering, pushing each other into the pool and going back to their conversations as Killer dived back into his show.

“For drinks, we’re knocking back classic beers while we stand over this grill.” Killer slapped the hull of the steel frame. “This gas-powered baby can grill so much food but she’s also hot to handle. Propane may be a clean burning fuel, but she can also be a dirty girl. Which makes beer the perfect accompaniment to keep cool.”

Killer took a step back from the heated grill and began to put on his apron. The notifications were going WILD and he didn’t need to check them to know why. Sweat was already beaded on his body, running between the grooves of his tanned and toned muscles. Cheeky smirk hidden behind the thin, fabric mask, Killer tied the apron off and stuck a steel straw in the beer can. Expertly tucking the straw under his mask without disrupting the way it sat on his face, Killer took a refreshing sip.

“Saturdays are for the crew, don’t you agree, guys?”

His housemates whooped and cheered behind him and again the notifications went off as the men moved their positions to be seen more clearly. Lavishing the attention and sounds of microtransactions tipping them, they clashed their beer koozies together and flexed for the camera.

“Wire, please pin the recipe note to the chat board. Since everyone contributed a little something to this party, I made a digital recipe book for you all to enjoy our favorite foods! While I grill the meat, Heat and Wire will take you all to the table to show off our spread, you’ll get to see the people we see on a near daily basis, and maybe get a glimpse at how intense pool volleyball can get!”

“Hey Killer, can I read off a comment?”

“Hng, yeah go for it.”

Wire grinned, “404errorbrainnotfound asks, ‘Will you be showing off your meats, my good sir?’”

Alas, Killer was not wearing his helmet so his flush was visible to the camera. From cheeks to chest.

Kid stepped up. 

“Oh yes, but not just his. I’ll be showing off mine, as will Wire and Heat. Lucky viewers today, ain’t that right, Kill?” He slapped Killer’s back forcefully.

“Yes, and since you’re so eager to talk about it, how about I turn it over to the reigning Boss of our enterprise, PunkNeverDied69?”

Kid gave Killer a confused look as he was pushed to camera center. Killer only walked away, turning his neck and face just enough to give him a ‘fuck around and find out’ look.

“’Kay. So.” He grinned, shaking it off. “Am I showing off the beef or sausage first? White or dark meat?”

The sound of notifications pinging aggravated Killer so he turned up the commercial-free summer playlist. Returning to his beloved grill, he exchanged his fabric mask for his helmet. So much for going casual, he thought . 

“So now that you know our set up, it’s time to grill. The beef and chicken wings were pre-marinated, the hamburger meat has the seasonings worked in, the shrimps are-” he waved his hand at the platter of raw shrimp- “shrimping. I’ll be rotating out different items to cook as efficiently and quickly as possible. Don’t want the other food to spoil, and I definitely don’t want to stand in the heat longer than I need to. Heat, Wire, I’m handing it off to you now. Kid, grab me a piña colada.”

The camera view became rocky and shaky as everyone moved around. Finally, Heat turned it face forward so he could address the audience. 

“Hey guys, look at this insane buffet! Comment which ones you wish you could be eating right now!” 

Panning the camera at each dish for 10 seconds, Heat hovered over the table while Wire gave a brief summary of the dishes, their components, and his own taste review as he and Heat sampled the plates.

When they reached the crew, they were asked to vote on everyone’s favorite dish and/or drink.

“Whoever made the piña coladas is on one, mate! Shit’s STRONG!” House giggled.

“The bruschetta’s real tasty,” Dive said as she dived back into her plate of said snack.

“We really like this cheese and bean dip!” Bubblegum held out the bowl he was sharing with Pomp, U.K., Reck, Hop, and Moai; purple corn chips falling from their hands as they eagerly snacked on the appetizer.

Jaguar bounded to the camera with a plate of salmon ceviche, “Nu-uh, this is by far the best dish on the table!”

“Are you all high?! The tzatziki potato salad is the best dish no contest,” Boogie had his nose upturned at the others, who all in turn deadpanned him back.

“Who the FUCK brought JUST BEANS?!” Disc-J yelled from the table.

A small argument broke out over the real best dish at the table, which quickly grew violent as shoving commenced. It took Kid yelling profanities across the yard to settle the dispute.

Wounded egos were quickly forgotten as Hip came out carrying a platter of homemade popsicles and Compo brought out a deep pan of tres leches rum cake.

Out of piña colada mix, Gig swapped out the double barrel drink dispenser with two new flavors: peach daquiri slushie, and strawberry margarita on the rocks.

Heat panned the camera to Killer who was hard at work grilling shrimp, chicken, and hamburgers; he was happily swaying to the music and occasionally taking a sip from his beer bottle with a lime wedge inside. His back muscles tensed every time he flipped and swapped out food, his hip flexors tightened for every bump his waist made to the beat of the playlist.

“OI! LET’S BREAK THE VOLLEYBALL TIE FINALLY!” Papas smacked the water ball into the pool as Emma secured the net.

“FUCK YEAH, LET’S GO!” Kid cried out, taking a running leap and cannon balling into the pool.

Wire took over filming since he’d been legally barred from playing pool volleyball anymore. A story he teased the audience with but ultimately did not spill how or why. 

Flipping the perspective from Killer’s grilling and gossiping to the quickly intensifying competitiveness of the volleyball game, Wire was having a hard time choosing a scene to focus the camera on: Killer’s hilarious quips of Kid’s top 10 blunders or rather filming Haikei spike the volleyball right into Oscar’s face.

Wire’s indecision was decided quickly as Killer’s excited shout grabbed his attention. The food was done! Calling Heat and Kid out of the pool, Killer began piling the last of the grilled veggies onto a separate platter. Noe and Mosh tagged in as the back-ups, got a STERN mini lecture about the pride of the team, and were pushed into the pool by Kid.

Killer sat the phone on the camera stand to finish off the live stream. With the help of his housemates, they held all the meat platters for the audience to see while Killer listed them off. Beef kebabs, cheeseburgers, loaded hotdogs, sweet and spicy ribs, Italian lamb chops, seven-spice pork chops, tri-tip with chimichurri, Hawaiian style ribeye, Harissa grilled chicken, grilled shrimp skewers, blackened shrimp, and grilled cauliflower steaks.

Kid, almost drooling eyed it all before a suspicious look came over his face, “Hey Kill, not that I’m complaining, but isn’t this a little too much food? We’re still not done with the dishes on the tables.”

“Hmmm, yes, I was wondering when you would notice that,” Killer mused. Tapping the phone’s screen so he could check the time, “Ah and they should be here in 3…2…”

“HEEEEEEYYYYYY KIIILLLLEEERRR!!! JAAAAAAAAAGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” A way too happy to be here sounding voice rang out off camera. Kid looked as if he got kicked in the balls.

“You invited THEM?” He hissed, a vein in his forehead threatened to burst.

Sanji called out, “I know you said not to bring too much so I only made pesto mozzarella chicken sliders, rotisserie chicken salad, crab cakes, and that creamy poolside pasta I know you like!”

“I brought tangerine creamsicle cake!” Nami smiled sweetly.

“I brought a barrel of tequila,” Zoro huffed, carrying the barrel over his shoulder as the Straw Hats came through the wooden fence gate that surrounded the property’s yard. 

“And I brought COLA!” Franky whooped, following right behind Zoro.

“I didn’t bring anything because I assumed Sanji or Killer would ensure to provide enough for everyone,” Robin said shamelessly, pulling back her wide brim hat to send both men a wink.

Sanji and Killer sighed happily.

Killer, Heat and Wire worked quickly to make room and place for all the cooked dishes over the tables, sending Kid to bring more furniture to accommodate the additional meals. Kid was cursing the entire time as Luffy hung off his back, trying to hold his attention to tell him about his latest adventures. Finally grappling the little freak off him by yeeting him into the pool, Kid sought refuge behind Killer who was removing his apron as he started the sign off.

“I hope you all enjoyed the live stream today; I know I had a lot of fun. Gonna go ahead and end it here because I’m FAMISHED! Tune in next time when I whip up a fun summer dessert – lemon blueberry cheesecake. It’s easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

He moved to turn the live stream off when he was distracted by Kid clearing his throat and backing away from him.

Kid smirked daringly at Killer before turning that cocky look to the camera, “Little self-promo here, you can find me at my new OnlyFans account, KillerCoc —AUGH!” 

Killer tackled Kid into the pool before he could finish the sentence.

The camera fell off the stand as Heat tried to end the stream. The notifications were blaring frantically as comments poured in before he successfully closed the app and turned off the phone. Wire turned off the wi-fi for good measure too. 

Bonus: The comment section

BarbzisthatGorl:  WHAT DID HE SAY?! WHAT IS THE ONLYFANS?!?!?! WHAT IS HIS ONLYFANS PLEASE!!!!!!! KillerCook: His account was reported for spam and got locked down, sorry can’t help you! PunkNeverDied69: Judas😡

TheO-FaceisREAL:  I would purposely drown to have PunkNeverDied69 give me CPR (Clenched Pussy Resuscitation). Scream_Maim_Fire: He would purposely let you drown too.

Smokkadakush: Heat, you looked great out there! What was your favorite dish from the table? FlamingHot420: Aww. I loved the grilled watermelon with tajin seasoning, thanks for asking!

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[starset21]

Always

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may currently be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under the name @.itswildflower

Looking for more? Chicago Fire Collection Masterlist 

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: cannon typical depictions of fires/accidents, canonical death

“House 51. Anyone. Report. Report! Severide, report! Casey, report! Ambo 61, come in!” The Chief kept yelling into the walkie. “Truck 81, Squad Three, report! Mayday! Mayday emergency! Mayday emergency! Anyone from House 51, report! Report!” Emergency alarms rang out around them. Grunting Kelly sat up, his ears ringing a little from the blast. He stood up and looked around. “Hey, Chief! Severide here. Roof collapsed. We'll need assistance,” he reported as Newhouse stood up. “What the hell happened?” he asked. “Propane tank from the top floor. Squatters cooking on open flames. I jumped for the stairwell,” Kelly told him. “Yeah, me too,” he said as he hauled Capp up. “All right... spread out. Get eyes on everyone,” he ordered. “Hey, Casey! You copy?” he tried into his walkie. “Yeah. Down here,” he heard called out from the floor below. “You okay?” he asks over the edge. “Think so,” Casey told him. “All right, we're coming down.” Members of Truck 81 were helping each other up. “You okay?” Cruz asked Mouch. “Yeah.” 

Hermann saw legs under some rubble. “Over here! Man down!” he called out. The crew rushed over. “Oh, God. Mills, easy, easy!” They tried to calm him as he grunted in pain and moved as soon as they pulled the rubble off. “My leg!” he grunted. “Calm down, Mills. Just breathe,” Herrmann told him. “Let's make him a splint.” They jumped into action and Mills yelled out in pain as they splinted his leg. “Where’s Halstead?” Casey yells, hearing a pass alarm still going off. Severide looks up and squad jump into action, following the sound of the alarm. “Halstead!” they yelled as they approached. It was coming from another pile of rubble. “Dani!” Kelly yelled as they dug it away and pulled chunks off. She groaned and opened her eyes as the pressure was lifted off her chest, making it a little easier to breathe. “Hey, there you are pretty girl,” Kelly’s face appeared over hers, taking the cracked oxygen mask off for her. They finished unburying her and she let out a weak cough. “Everything hurts,” she managed to tell him. “We’ll get you out, just sit tight Halstead, Casey, we got her!” Severide yelled out. “Dawson? Shay? Come in,” Chief tries. “Hey, Chief. Mills may have a fractured leg, and Halstead’s hurt too, she’s conscious but we don’t know much more than that,” Casey called into the walkie. “We got more of everything coming. Can you get them out of there?” Chief asked. “I think so.” 

“Any eyes on Dawson or Shay? I can't reach them,” Chief asked. Kelly looked down at Dani. “Go,” she coughed. “Shay! Call out!” he yelled as he and Casey jumped into action looking for the two paramedics. “Dawson? Shay?” Capp turned to Dani, “Let's get you out of here. Ready?” he asked. “Yeah,” she let out a shaky breath. “On three, all right?” Tony told her. “Let's do it, one... two... three. Go!” They pulled her up easily though she cried out in pain. The other members of truck had pulled Mills up at the same time and were helping him out in front of her. They helped her past where Dawson and Severide were doing CPR on Shay and out to waiting paramedics, “Where’s the pain?” one of them asked. “Everywhere but I think I cracked some ribs,” she managed to get out as they helped her onto a stretcher. They placed an oxygen mask on her as they got to work, loaded her into the ambulance, and drove off. 

When Dani woke up she groaned and turned her head to take in her surroundings, she must have passed out en route. She could see that her left arm had a cast on it and that Kelly was sitting in an uncomfortable-looking chair, asleep. “Severide,” she tried, her voice scratchy and dry. She cleared her throat and tried again and this time his eyes snapped open and went to her immediately. “Hi,” he breathed, his eyes watering for what felt like the thousandth time in 24 hours. He stood, bringing her a cup of water. She took a few sips before handing him back the cup. A few tears made their way down his face and she grabbed at his hand after he had set the cup down on the little table, squeezing it. “Let me, uh, let me go get the nurse and tell the others,” he told her, wiping his eyes. Dani nodded and let him go, as much as she didn’t want him to. A few minutes later, the doctor and a nurse came in and explained everything. X-rays revealed a few broken ribs and a broken arm, as well as a few bruises and minor cuts but luckily the broken ribs didn’t puncture a lung or anything else. It would be at least six weeks before her ribs would be healed and it would likely be another two after that before the arm was healed based on the severity of the break. The nurse administered some more medication while the doctor finished by telling her she’d need to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation before taking their leave. 

There was a knock on the door. “Hey hotshot,” the middle Halstead sibling greeted as he opened the door and entered the room. “How are you feeling?” he asks. “Like a million bucks,” Dani told him sarcastically. Jay just raised a brow. “I got hit by falling debris Jay, it’s a hazard of the job,” she huffed. “I’m fine.” Jay walked over to her bed and sat down at the foot of it. “Will sends his well wishes but he’s not able to get time off,” he told her. “Again, I’m fine, no need to drag him away from his big-time job in New York,” Dani waved him off with a roll of her eyes. There was another knock at the door and some of the 51 crew were clearly waiting to come in. “I’m going to get out of your hair, love you, call me when you’re going home,” Jay told her, squeezing her leg and standing. “I will, love you too,” Dani tells him as he exits. Chief Boden, Matt, and Kelly came in and gathered around the foot of her bed. “How you feeling Halstead?” Chief asks. “I feel as good as I can feel all things considering, how’s everyone else? Mills? Shay?” she asks. “Mills has a broken leg but like you with rehab, he’ll recover, probably around the same time as you,” Matt tells her before looking at the Chief. Dani swallowed, realizing something else was wrong. Looking at Kelly she asks, “And Shay?” He shakes his head and looks down at the floor, refusing to meet her eyes. “Shay was unable to be revived, blunt trauma to the head,” the Chief told her. Dani was shocked, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, her mind unable to wrap itself around the fact that one of her friends was simply gone. A memory of them laughing from the other night at Shay and Kelly’s apartment flashed through her mind. “Everyone at Firehouse 51 is incredibly grateful that both you and Mills are okay, rest up,” the Chief tells her, patting her leg and heading for the door, leaving her with the two lieutenants, her best friends.

Dani bit her lip and shifted so she sat up a little more than before. “Dawson? How’s she doing with everything?” she asks. “She’s taking it pretty hard but putting on a brave face,” Matt told her. Dani looks at Kelly again to see him staring out the window. “Listen, Dani, don’t worry about us at the house, just focus on getting better and getting out of here,” Matt says as he leans down to give her a gentle hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We both know that I’m still going to worry, but I’ll give it a try. I’m fine Matt, get out of here, go be with Gabby,” she tells him. Matt looks her over before he nods. “I’ll see you later Dani,” he tells her and heads out, leaving her alone with Kelly. “Can you come lay with me for a little bit, Kel?” Kelly shook his head, looking out the window. “I don’t wanna accidentally jostle your ribs,” he tells her. “Kelly, don’t make me ask again, get your ass over here and lay down with me,” her voice wobbled a little, “please.” Kelly wiped his eyes before moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. “Happy?” he muttered, not really looking at her. “Kelly,” she reached out for him. He finally gave in and moved to lay on his side, facing her, taking extreme care not to jostle her in anyway. Dani took his hand in her uninjured one, and held it close to her chest. “I’m so sorry, Shay was a good friend and I’m going to miss her,” she told him. “Me too, I just don’t know what I would have done if we had lost you too… I’m so glad you’re ok,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against her temple. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” she tells him. A moment of calm silence passed between them. “Can we put some trashy tv on?” she asks and Kelly nods, reaching for the remote and turning it on, flicking through the channels until she tells him to stop on Friends. At one point Dani laughed at something, which turned into a cough and ended with her wincing. “I’m going to turn it off if you’re going to end up hurting yourself because you’re laughing,” Kelly threatens. The newest dose of pain medication was beginning to kick in and Dani yawned. “I’ll be fine, just turn it down a few clicks, please.” Kelly obliged and they went back to watching the show. Dani shifted and snuggled into Kelly further, comforted by the scent of his cologne and was out like a light within minutes. Unbeknownst to her, Kelly pressed a kiss to her head and settled in, not moving again until a nurse came into check on them an hour later.    ~

She knew Matt was coming to bring Kelly back to work when she saw him pulling up the drive of the cabin and met him on the porch. “Dani,” he greeted, pulling her into a hug. “He’s ‘round back cutting wood, maybe you can talk some sense into him 'cause I certainly can’t at the moment,” she tells him when she pulls away, waving her casted arm to the side gate. She had at least another week with the cast and another one after that plus a few tests before she would be cleared for duty again. Matt nodded and she went back inside as he headed for the gate. “Hey. How you doing?” Matt greets him. “Great,” Kelly swings the ax and cuts through the wood. “Fish been biting?” Matt asked. “Jumping in the boat,” Kelly tells him, stacking the wood up. “So, uh… Are you coming back to 51?” Matt asks after a moment of tense silence. “That house is cursed, Casey. Nothing but misery and heartbreak there. There's a guy out near Grays lake who does boat repairs. He said he'll sell me a piece of his business, so…” Kelly trails off. 

“Pretty quiet up at Grays lake. All figured out then?” Matt asks. Kelly nods. “Then I guess I should be heading back,” Matt tells him. “Come any time,” Kelly offers as Matt turns to walk away. He instead turns and holds out a worn-looking book. “Hey. One more thing. Boden still writes down all the calls we go on by hand. The date, the call itself, and what we did. And do you know what he writes in the column on the far left? The lives we saved. The ones that made it out alive. That we rescued. The badges... on the wall… at the Academy? Andy's. Shay's. Don't represent death. They represent the lives we save,” Matt tells him, leaving the book on the stump where Kelly had just been cutting wood and walking back out of the gate, waving goodbye to Dani. It was a while later that Kelly came in, the haunted look in his eyes a little lighter than it was before. “One more day,” is all he says. Dani sets down the wooden spoon she’d been using to stir the dinner she had been making and moves around the kitchen island to embrace him in a tight hug. 

[marthfador]

My son did indeed have a KotH birthday party.

I love it

I hope y'all had a bbq with the world's finest clean-burning propane fuel

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 get prepared to cry

Summary: Judith and Aponi sing together

Warnings: fluff

Panic Attacks

Judith walked around her mom's house, hearing a guitar but not knowing where it came from.

She had been here for almost a week... and while she needed to find a way back up to heaven, she couldn't help but feel like she wanted to stay.....

As she walked, the music got louder until she fell across her mother, playing guitar in the living room of the home.

Judith tilted her head, vaguely recognizing the song.

Aponi played the guitar as best she could, given how little she practiced. She preferred piano.

Nevertheless she began singing.

Typical of me to go and ruin the party Everybody says they love me, but I'm still brokenhearted They call me Polly Pessimism, I'm a macabre Barbie (I love you)

As aponi sang, Judith walked closer, her head tilted in curiosity as she quietly sang the backing vocals.

My boyfriend wants to love me, but I won't let him I've been predisposed to trauma since I was 11 So I wrote a couple albums to let out some aggression

Judith smiled to herself.

She had been to a few of her mothers shows, but she had never really heard her actually sing for fun.

Judith felt like she knew her voice... it felt soothing... as if it was an angel's Ina dream.

And Judith smiled as she knew the song.

Taking a breath, she joined in.

I hate that I'm so Self-deprecating More comfortable in bad situations Sucker for a little devastation And this always happens

Aponi turned to Judith, surprised, but still keeping her voice in Check before letting out a smile and scooching over so Judith could sit.

Panic attacks in paradise Piña coladas, I'm terrified I swear I'm not cryin', the sun's just bright I'm havin' the best time of my life

As the girls sang, Judith couldn't help but feel more connected to her mother than anyone else she had ever met.

It was a good feeling.

Having a mother.

And Judith felt that as she sang along.

Panic attacks in paradise Hyperventilating under candy skies Tellin' myself that this is fine I'm havin' the best time of my life

As the girls sang, aponi handed the guitar over to Judith, teaching her with her hands how to keep the guitar going before turning around and playing the piano.

As she did, Judith began singing the background vocals.

It's a big joke Ha ha, I love laughin' It's a big hoax Your self-help happy 'Cause I'm okay I'm pure propane On an open flame Watch me blow up

Aponi smiled at Judith as she sang.

Her daughter had a beautiful voice, and aponi knew she would never be able to never hear it again.

The pride she felt over her daughter was so strong that aponi could practically feel her worries melting away.

My boyfriend wants to love me, but I won't let him I've been predisposed to trauma since I was 11 So I wrote a couple albums to let out some aggression I hate that I'm so

As Judith sang, she looked over to aponi, her eyes widening as she saw her mom, not in a demon form...

She looked... human?

Judith kept singing as she looked at her mother, seeing how she closed her eyes and felt the music as if it was her very soul.

And for the billionth time, Judith wondered how in all the universes, her mother wound up in hell of all places.

Self-deprecating More comfortable in bad situations Sucker for a little devastation And this always happens

As aponi and Judith sang, the room seemed to get lighter, a bright yellow glow washing over the room instead of red.

Judith looked around in surprise as she sang.

Panic attacks in paradise Piña coladas, I'm terrified I swear I'm not cryin', the sun's just bright I'm havin' the best time of my life

Judith took one more glance at her mom before closing her eyes as well, falling into the music just as she did.

And Judith could feel it.

The warmth.

The happiness.

The relief that came with singing.

Or more specifically, the relief that came with singing with her mother.

Panic attacks in paradise Hyperventilating under candy skies Tellin' myself that this is fine I'm havin' the best time of my life

As the lyrics came to an end, the two girls continued to play their instruments, their eyes remaining closed as the feeling slowly dissipated.

When Judith opened her eyes, everything was back to normal.

Including the form her mother was in.

But deep inside she smiled to herself because she knew...

Somehow...

Redemption is possible.

And somehow.....

Her mother would get there.