#rudy au

[marukuroshima]

My AU’s family tree + Noelle and Rudy designs !

Also : Rudy, Asgore, Toriel, Philomena, Gaster and Eidothea were a group of friends when they were younger, so they kids used to play together as well (expect papyrus who was a baby and Felix and Noelle who weren’t born yet.)

A lot of drama happened, causing the families to break. Little Sans ran away from his dad and ended up being adopted by Philomena but sadly couldn’t bring Papyrus, who was only a baby… Papyrus never knew why his brother ran, since Gaster raised him normally. He’s not an abuser. Toriel got disgusted of Asgore and left with Asriel… The underground got split in two kingdoms… It’s a messy story, I admit it.

If you want to know more about my AU, you can check Troublemaker’s wiki page ! It contains a lot of informations, despite him not being the protagonist of it (the protagonists being Frisk, Felix and Florian/monster kid)

Here’s the link : https://undertale-au-fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Troublemaker!Sans

Anyway, back to the tree !

I wanted to add some deltarune characters for fun and also didn’t want Asgore to end up alone so Noelle and her father Rudy are a part of my AU ! Rudy works in a library in my AU. They won’t be an important part of the story, I just wanted a new beginning and a happy ending for Asgore ! So I decided that these two would have a cameo in my UT AU despite being Deltarune characters And beside, isn’t Deltarune technically an AU ?

Please don’t judge, I’m only doing this for fun!

Also, here are the ages of the characters !

+ •Rudy : 59

• Noelle : 17

(And many more coming soon !)

Hope you like my work ! Have a nice day/night !

[bluegiragi]

trapdoor.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Dreemurr of Sacrifice

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Back in the light world, Asgore is still dealing with the heartache of the sacrifice, even months later. Mayor Holiday is still set on moving ahead, though!

Yay, it's nice to finally get back to some light world characters here! More with the Dreemurr family will be coming along soon!

Alt text for these pages under the read more:

Page 1 Panel 1: a landscape shot of the Holiday house and surrounding garden, with Rudy and Asgore outside the fence and hollybush hedge. The Delta Rune is emblazoned over the door and spiky snowflakes decorate the roof and fence.  Asgore is walking by with a wheelbarrow. Rudy: “Asgore, you old goat! Been way too long!” 

Panel 2: A closer shot of the two men- Rudy is slim and dressed in a crisp tunic, Asgore larger and wearing slouchy overalls. Asgore: “Howdy Rudy. You’re looking well!” Rudy, hand on his knee, bends over to hack and cough. Rudy: “Oh y’know… well enough, I guess! How’s business?” 

Panel 3: Asgore looks down,ruefully scratching the back of his head. His wheelbarrow is full of droopy plants, ready for planting. “Could be better… Those soldiers hassle me almost daily. But, I’ve gotten used to it, so it’s all right.” 

Panel 4: Rudy puts a comforting hand on Asgore’s shoulder. “Aww hey, you can complain to me any time…” he says. Asgore doesn’t avoid the touch but he doesn’t seem comforted. 

Page 2 Panel 1: close up on Rudy, who jerks his head to look as far behind him the door of the Holiday house opens to show the silhouette of a woman in a long dress. 

Panel 2: Rudy: “But uhh, I’ll let Carol here say her piece first. See you, Asgore!” He waves and pushes the gate open to go back to the house. Asgore looks taken aback. 

Panel 3: A textless landscape shot of the front of the yard. Rudy, halfway back to the house, turns to look behind him as Carol comes out of the large Holiday gate to meet Asgore, who is hunched in a half-bow with his hand over his heart. 

Panel 4: Asgore: “Howdy, Mayor Holiday.” He doesn’t look up at her, and we see only the back of her head, not her face. Carol: “Good day, Asgore. I appreciate you stopping by, as I wanted to inform you personally.” 

Panel 5: Carol leans into Asgore’s space, and he leans away, cowed. Neither of their eyes are visible, but we see their mouths: hers stern, his distressed. Carol: “We will be conducting the Ritual again in three month’s time, at the harvest moon. You and Toriel’s presence is required.”

Panel 6: Bust shot of Asgore, dismayed. “A…Again? You’ve… found another one?” His hand is still protectively over his heart. 

Page 3:  Panel 1: We see Carol’s face for the first time: she is severe looking, with medium length hair, a stiff dress, and a choker necklace and ornate belt. Her hand is also over her heart, though more like a formal salute. “I have tasked QC with obtaining the child.” 

Panel 2: Carol’s speech bubble continues as narration. “She’s been quite diligent in her duties, and believes we now have one open to the concept of self sacrifice.” The scene shown is QC- a friendly, soft woman with wildly curly hair- appearing to be at a street market. She is speaking to a child with a bandana neck scarf (Clover, from UT Yellow), but there’s no dialogue. 

Panel 3: Another shot of Carol in profile, gaze fixed intensely ahead. “With the Ritual rites already perfected, this time we will be successful.” 

Panel 4: A wide shot of Asgore, hunched over his wheelbarrow of wilty plant starts and flowers. There’s no dialogue. His expression is despondent. 

Panel 5: Carol: “Is there something you’re withholding, Asgore?” Asgore: “No. We’ll be there.” We don’t see his expression. Her hands are folded sternly in front of her. 

Panel 6: She moves once again into his space, pushing past the wheelbarrow to lean in. “I know that you two have been avoiding us in public since the last Ritual.”  Asgore cringes away like a dog that’s been scolded. 

Page 4: Panel 1: Carol continues. “Toriel has hardly spoken a word to me since then. I trust there is an explanation?” 

Panel 2: Asgore wrings his hands in front of him. His speech bubble covers up his eyes, but his mouth is downturned. “Carol… Toriel avoids you so much because she respects you. She does not want a confrontation.”

Panel 3: Carol, her expression still severe, almost angry. “A confrontation?” 

Panel 4: Asgore, still cringing and looking down: “I don’t know.. if I can explain just how badly losing Kris hurt.” 

Panel 5: His narration continues from the previous panel. “She’d be so cross if I knew I said this, but…” We see the past, Toriel kneeling and clutching the blankets of an empty bed, crying hard. Asgore kneels beside her, holding her shoulders. He’s crying too, unable to comfort her. “The night of the sacrifice, when we got home… Toriel collapsed and wept so long and hard I was afraid her heart would simply stop.” 

Panel 6: Sill the past with present Asgore’s narration over the top. “And then, once Asriel left too… Both of our children were gone.” Left to right, in the interior of the Dreemur’s house, Asgore stands dismayed as an unhappy Toriel rushes after Asriel, who is walking out the door with a bag on his shoulder. He’s looking back but is clearly set on leaving. 

Page 5 Panel 1: Back in the present, Asgore is even more hunched in on himself, hugging his fists to his chest with his expression drawn tight and sad. “I know Toriel acts as though she is fine, but that’s simply because she is stronger than I am. The tension between us is so terrible that I’m afraid she’d leave me if she had somewhere to go!” 

Panel 2: Close on his distressed, panicky face, looking away from the confrontation. “And part of me can’t help wondering… w-what if we were…”

Panel 3: Carol jabs a finger in Asgore’s face. “We. WILL. Be rewarded for our sacrifices. Of this I am CERTAIN.” She’s stern, but her fists aren’t clenched- she’s controlled. Asgore shrinks under her words, looking up at her as he stammers “I-I know, but…”

Panel 4: Carol’s speech: “You talk of heartache. Kris was not even your child by blood.” Asgore looks down, ashamed. 

Panel 5: Carol continues, hand splayed over her chest. For the first time her expression is something other than stern, perhaps angry- still that, but pained. “Do you think your pain is greater than the one I feel, for December? Whom I gave away first?” 

Panel 6: Asgore plucks at his sleeve, looking away guiltily. “No, of course not-” 

Page 6 Panel 1: Carol’s brief moment of any other emotion is gone. She sweeps her arm to the side. “And yet I have put aside my grief for years, all for the sake of you, and everyone else, in this town. I will do whatever it takes to drive this invader from our doors, and restore this town to the peace it once had.” 

Panel 2: Carol’s face is almost a snarl. “All I require is that you, my oldest friends, trust me.” Asgore looks abashed. 

Panel 3: Close on Asgore’s downturned mouth, so none of the rest of his expression is visible. “Of course. Of course we do.” 

Panel 4: Carol draws away, her face returned to calm sternness. “That’s good to hear. Our children don’t need our tears.” 

Panel 5: Carol turns to go back into her gate, dismissing Asgore with a wave. “But our town does need our efforts.”  Asgore watches her go, putting his hands back to his wheelbarrow. 

Page 7 Panel 1: Another wide shot of the Holiday house and gardens, with Carol walking back to the house and Asgore outside the gate. Carol: “So I’ll see you both at the next gathering.” 

Panel 2: Asgore looks down at his wheelbarrow, despondently. His plants are all notably wilted. “Good day, Mayor.” The sky behind him darkens. 

[robinsgrl]

kildare nights. eight, blocked. previous ! next

gold at hand and no more treasures to hunt, the freshly graduated treasure hunters are left to deal with the simple life. as simple as a certain level of fame and millions of dollars in the obx can get you, at least.

an. moving too fast? cry to your momma about it 🙄 (me, i think im moving really fast) but seriously i love all of you so much i love it when yall are gasping and grasping with me 🤭🤭 sorry no jj interaction……. yall that’s my baby let him wrap his head around this

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[999jess]

TEXTS WITH FLIRTYBSF!JJ

suggestive content!

[diejager]

if you’re still writing for the monster 141, what about a bay hybrid reader, who is just on the edges on going into hibernation because the base is in a colder area/remote snowy location

I’m gonna assume you mean bear?

Cw: bear hybrid!readr, hibernation, binge eating, hoarding, tell me if I missed any.

Winter was creeping closer and closer by each day, your instinctual need to sleep away the cold calling to you louder than the prior days. There was a bone-deep exhaustion that clung to you, the heaviness that cold weather brought to you was a constant and nagging feeling that urged you deeper in the nest you’d built yourself in your dark room. Your curtains drawn, lights often closed and locks installed, you’d spent the weeks preparing, hoarding soft pillows, thick blankets and clothes from people you were familiar with. 

They were surprised when you brought it up, blinking tiredly and occasionally yawning in the afternoon, stumbling between everyone’s rooms with a small plea on the tip of your tongue. You took whatever they were willing to give you: a blanket from Price and Rudolfo, a shirt from König and Gaz, a jacket from Ghost and Horangi, and a pillow from Soap and Alejandro. As long as it smelled like them, a lingering reminder that you weren’t alone in your humid room, their musk grounding and safety. You wouldn’t be alone.

Price had known you were - like most bears - prone to hibernation, taking between one to three month of your year sleeping away the cold, sinking into your mountain of fabric and sleeping off the coldest months. Your time depended on the year, the warmer it was, the less you slept, and the colder it was, the longer you slept. It might’ve been a bother in people’s eyes - humans - but it was instinctual, a primal part of your brain that still clung to your ancestors who strayed from the path of being normal bears. You couldn’t ignore the pull, the call to sleep, it wasn’t possible for a bear like you, and you were fortunate to have such accommodating teammates.

You grew hungrier, your stomach becoming an endless pit, an abyss that kept taking dish after dish, stocking up in fat and calories that you’d burn during your sleep, keeping you sustained and alive without having to wake up. You ate whatever you that was within your reach, the cold bread, the warm milk, the leftover of two days ago or Soap’s surprisingly good cooking, nothing was safe when you were a big and grumpy and hungry bear near hibernation. Ever supportive and helpful, Soap and Alejandro would jump in to cook for you, hooking Gaz and Rudolfo into being their sous-chef whenever they were free. It was the delicious scent of home cooked and warm meals that brought you to the kitchen, if it wasn’t a call for fixing up someone, it was the smell of good food. 

You were ravenous, gulping down the many, many plates the duo - occasionally quartet - placed on the table, their chests puffed up pridefully at your quick eating, you were practically breathing them in. Your constant eating helped you pack some weight, your skin stretched to accommodate your growing amount of fat that would ultimately burn over the months. And when the day came, you were low on energy, grumpy and easy to anger, your patience running paper thin, bidding your goodbyes and see you soon, wrapping your arms around them and teasing them about missing you during your lockdown. 

You’d sleep through the cold winter months and wake up to a warmer and busier time, to a welcoming and excited team that had spent the better half of winter waiting impatiently for the TF’s medic to wake up.

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[bucketyd]

Shadow Company! Rodolfo Parra AU

Reunion

Started from this doodle:

+ Graves throwng daddy joke at Rudy

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Shadow!Rudy headcanons:

(I'm trying to write a fic based on this!)

- Rudy is ex-Mexican military (served 8 years)

- Served as a SIC of Los Vaqueros for 3 years before he left

- Left the service since Alejandro was being an asshole after Valeria disappeared and Rudy was somewhat in love with Alejandro

- Alejandro strongly opposed to Rudy leaving but Rudy left anyway to "part as friends"

- Moved to Tijuana for new job, but struggled both mentally and financially before being approached by Shadow Company recruiter

- Working as a Senior Officer at Shadow Company (8 years)

- He's known for being a guarded person and never talk much except for Graves, Lerch and Velikan (he's awkward with Oz)

- In their joint mission in Las Almas he's pretending to be indifferent to Alejandro to not hurt him more (he saw how Alejandro acted when he was leaving)

[huecycles]

i won't finish this

[pankowstuff]

rudy pankow — icons.

[pintrestgrl]

hi guyssysysysysysysys i missed y’all. i’m aware im awful at posting but send requests pls !!!

also know that i write for slytherin boys too !! like blaise, theo, mattheo, etc !!

i’m trying to post more but patience i beg im js a girl 😪

crybaby!reader x bsf!jj maybank.

“you too pretty to be cryin’. ”

jj said, as you sat horizontally on the couch, legs thrown over his lap.

your mascara was long gone, spilled all over your cheeks.

you had a date, you really did. but, you got stood up. he never came to pick you up.

so now, you found yourself at your bestfriends house as you cried, and he comforted you.

he sat with you as long as you wanted, wiping your tears and playing with you hair.

“he’s dumb to stand you up. you look beautiful.”

you heard his words, but in that moment you felt the complete opposite.

“why’d he stand me up, jay? i was so excited.”

he rolled his eyes, subtly snaking a hand up a little too high on your thigh.

“he stood you up cause he’s stupid. like, brain dead.”

you sighed, still so upset. you’d even broken out the new perfume jj bought you for the date!

he spoke again.

“c’mon. i’ll make you forget about it, pretty.”

you nodded, sitting up slowly.

wiping your red, tear ridden eyes.

he took you in his lap fully,

manhandling you by your waist to make you straddle him.

he tugged your pouty bottom lip,

lightly tapping your chin with two long fingers.

it wasn’t long before he convinced you that you just needed to take your clothes off.

he told you it was just to help you relax.

calm down.

so you did.

he was your best friend, of course you’d listen to him. right?

he massaged your tits, the pretty soft flesh.

convinced you it was just to make you relax, ease your nerves.

it wasn’t long before he had his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you.

he just wanted to take your mind off the date.

right?

he had you mindlessly babbling, as you bounced on him.

thanking him, for being your best friend. for always helping you.

he guided your hips, helping you get off.

kissing away the tears that escaped your pretty eyes,

as you were too cock drunk to speak.

you came around his dick, biting down onto the flesh of his shoulder as he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars.

you felt every vein against your walls, so aware of him inside you.

he came short after, breathing heavily against your pretty tits.

he pulled out, watching the mixture of cum seep out of your aching hole.

smirking at the sight.

spitting onto the cum covered sight infront of him, adding to his masterpiece. running the pad of his thumb through the fluids, watching them combine.

laughing at you.

he just wanted to help.

right?

right.

[strawberrystrangers]

Do you think JJ would constantly stay over at readers house bc he feels safe there compared to his own??

🦋anon

I love this!! I also kind of love the idea of the reader having accepting parents too bc that scene with Kiara’s hurt hurt!!

This literally just became a “please let JJ have a win with a girlfriend’s family who actually loves him” write-up…

Yeah he loved the independence that the chateau gave him, but your house had the company and it had the warmth of family. Your parents have stern rules about bedroom etiquette but they’ve practically given him the spare room whenever.

He definitely swings by after altercations with his dad; he’s been walking the street for hours trying to get the courage to ask if he can see you (& he does this every time, even after the 50th visit) because his insecurity is so deeply rooted in feeling like a burden (fuck you, Luke) to everyone.

So when he says he should go, because he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, you’re always responding to it with “please stay” and not a “you can stay if you want” knowing he needs the clarifying reassurance that you want him there.

You’ll ask your parents downstairs if he can stay, and they’re always happy to say yes.

Your dad will talk to him in the kitchen while he’s making the dinner, and JJ helps with his experience from his summer jobs in the golf club kitchen. Your dad will never fail to find out how bad the altercation was, and give gentle advice and care and love and reassurance to jj, emphasising that he’s always welcome and never alone. Your dad is basically the Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting to Matt Damon. Your dad will hug him for as long as JJ needs it and there’s a few shared tears between them.

At dinner, your parents are always so interested in what JJ’s been up to—and when he divulges about the gold and his adventures, they believe him and want to hear more. They always make him feel like they see potential in him and that he’s not destined to be like his father & that his name isn’t tainted with a pre-made future.

JJ will talk mechanics with your mum, she’ll ask him if he knows what’s up with their car and he’ll go on this whole nerd talk about it.

He’ll help clean up: he washes the dishes and you dry them while your parents sit at the table still, sipping beer or martinis.

The recurring thought they always have, and the recurring thing they’ll always tell JJ is: “you have the kindest soul who has found it’s other half in our daughter” and they always make it clear that they’d rather him with you—a Pogue with gentleness—than the boys who attempt to butter them up—Kooks with misogynistic views.

[arrgh-whatever]

[bluegiragi]

easy pickings.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[sourapplesauces]

This is meant to be after the circus, its non canon to my au but its still my human designs ahshshs. I did this on aggie so its super oversimplified and i didnt have much of a story to begin with buuut i sorta came up with one i guess.

The main idea is that nearly a year after escaping the circus, Jax manages to find most of the cast including Pomni and Ragatha. But he doesn’t tell them about it and instead suggests Pomni visit a local café which he is aware Ragatha works at. They end up having this encounter and they’re immediately drawn to each other but they dont reveal who they really are because they both have doubts. So they end up meeting over and over again until eventually theyre like omg ur the loml!!! bla bla bla they grow old and die together. The end!!

[sevs-corner]

Masterlist + Taglist!

Links to all my works so far:

>> CoD:

~~Tf 141: Mafia AU!

OG Idea behind the AU

Main Story Chapters:

-Chapter 1: The Rain Falls but They Fell Harder

-Chapter 1: Epilogue

-Chapter 2: Jobless? More like Job-Bless

-Chapter 2: Epilogue

-Chapter 3: Home Not-So-Sweet Home

-Chapter 3: Epilogue

-Chapter 4: Its Happy Hour for Them, Not For You

-Chapter 4: Epilogue (WIP)

Assorted One-Shots/Imagines/Short Fic Ideas:

-Small Gift Giving: Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz

-Another day at the Bakery w/: Graves, Alejandro

-First Date + Gift w/: Price

-Idea: Soap/ You sing the "Masochism Tango" together!

-Random HCs of the Charas: Food + Drink Preferences!

-First Date + Gifts w/: Ghost

-Them doing the small things for You: Gaz, Ghost, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Soap, Price, Konig, Horangi

-They take you out for a picnic for being overworked: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price

-They watch you get drunk and sing: Price, Alejandro, Rudy

-Nursing their Hangovers: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap

-They notice you opening up to them: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap

Taglist! <3

@ astreaaaaaa6 | @ accidental-obsessionist | @ sunshineistoofuckingbright | @ sleepisfortheweakpooh

~~One-Shots/ Other AUs

-Singing a Christmas Song duet w/: Graves

-Tf 141: Actor AU!: Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, Price, Gaz, Alex, Farah, Graves

-HC's for Roach if he were in the current CoD: MW

-HC's if Roach was in CoD MW (2019~2023) Campaign

-Tf 141: Superpower/Superhuman AU!: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Roach, Alex

-Tf 141: Navy/ Airforce AU!: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price

-Tf 141 as Savy Playboy Navy boys: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price

-Love at First Sight w/: Price

-Tf 141: Soulmate-Reincarnation AU Idea

-cont idea + part 2 👆by: @ persephone-kore-law

-bridging thoughts on 👆

-Graves as your partner (*yaps)

-Drag Racer! Soap and his Tf 141 crew

-Tf 141 as Demi god

-Tf 141: Transformers AU (Age of Extinction)

-Tf 141 and their s/o having auditory sensory issues

-Tf 141: Soulmate-Reincarnation AU- first impressions (yaps*)

-Your Conspiracy on Tf 141's Lavender Marriage (an inspired idea to @ beloveds-embrace's Lavender Marriage AU )

-Tf 141 as Cursed Dragon Princes

Army! Tf 141 vs Navy! Reader

-Challenge 1: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (WIP)

Tf 141 and Their Marriage Problems With You (Mini Series | Angst to Comfort)

-Price | Ghost

Tf 141: as Highschool Jock Tropes: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price [18+ MDNI !! TW: NSFW Themes | Toxicity | Unhealthy r/s] {Inspo Playlist: Currently Updating}

- How the toxic relationship would be like with them

-Promposal Edition!

> Asks:

(Jock! Price First Impressions)

(Giving Simon a Mixtape)

(Simon and You as a Goth Rocker)

(Tf 141's POV of Your and Simon relationship)

Taglist! <3

@ cod-z

CoD x (Soldier) Reader: Retired Comfy AU (Everyone lives under 1 roof + Everything is platonic and has silly plot points)

-Part 1: How did it happen?: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price

-Part 2: Moving into the house: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price

Tf 141: Betrayal AU! (Follows the main campaign plot)

-OG Idea on the premise

-How the betrayal goes (+rant on plot of MW3)

-How the poly relationship between the four exists in MW2-3 (yaps*)

Tf 141: On the Run AU (Based off @/bluegiragi Tf 141 Monster AU) TW: 18+ | MDNI

-OG Idea on the premise

-First Meeting w/: Soap

-You realize you chose to be stuck with them

[drewsephrry]

5 smut list with jj please!!!

thank you so much for requesting!!! 🤍

2k celebration!!!

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, filming having sex, cuss words

words: 1.4k

It had started as an innocent joke, something JJ Maybank casually threw out between sips of beer while lounging on the porch of his beach shack. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, and the air smelled like saltwater and warm sand. You and JJ had been hanging out, as you often did, talking about life, laughing at random things, when he brought it up.

“You ever thought about, like, filming something... private?” JJ’s tone was light, but there was that mischievous glint in his eyes, the one that always hinted at trouble.

“What do you mean, like, a movie?” You raised an eyebrow, unsure if you were hearing him correctly

“Yeah, but…” He waved his hand around in an exaggerated motion, “More...personal. You know, like one of those things people post online for fun.” You stared at him, the absurdity of it hitting you.

“You’re joking, right?” You asked, himorlessly chuckling. JJ shrugged nonchalantly, the grin never fading.

“Why not? People are making bank doing it.” He said casually. You laughed, shaking your head.

“You’ve got to be kidding. That’s... weird, JJ.” You admitted, taking a sip from your beer.

But his words lingered in the air, dancing in your mind long after you’d brushed it off as another one of his wild, half-serious ideas. The days passed and you didn’t think much about it again, until JJ brought it up once more.

It was late one night, just the two of you in his room after a long day spent at the beach. You were both a little tipsy, the alcohol still buzzing in your system. JJ had just been playing around on his phone when he paused, staring at the screen for a moment before looking at you with that same mischievous grin.

“You still think it’s weird?” He asked casually, as if you were just talking about the weather.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“The idea of filming.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to read your reaction. A moment of silence passed, your mind running through the possibilities. You and JJ had always shared a unique bond, unfiltered, easygoing and full of laughter. It was never complicated, never serious.

But the thought of crossing that line, of bringing something more intimate between the two of you into the light, was overwhelming. Still, there was something in his gaze that was impossible to ignore. A pull, a dare you couldn’t resist. Something that made the air between you crackle with anticipation.

“Alright, maybe... just once. But only for us, okay? No one else sees it.” You found yourself nodding, albeit hesitantly. JJ’s eyes lit up, his grin widening into something more intense.

“I promise.” He murmured. The next few hours felt like a blur, a mix of nervous laughter and stolen glances. JJ set up his phone, adjusting it just so. You were both aware of the moment you were stepping into, but the thought of it made your pulse race, your heartbeat louder in your chest.

When the camera finally started rolling, the atmosphere shifted. It was still the two of you, the same playful, easy connection, but there was something deeper now, something that sparked with every touch. You’d never seen JJ like this before. He was usually so carefree, so full of jokes, but now there was an intensity in his gaze, a quiet tenderness in the way his hands traced the edges of your skin.

“You sure?” He whispered, his breath warm against your ear. His voice was low, a mixture of excitement and something softer, almost vulnerable.

“Yeah. Just us.” You nodded, your hand finding his. JJ leaned in, his lips brushing yours with a gentleness that contradicted the heat radiating between you. He tasted faintly of alcohol, but there was a magnetic pull in the way he kissed you, a force you couldn't fight, even if you'd tried. Your bodies curved into each other naturally, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed, fingers mapping every inch of your skin. Soft sounds escaped your lips, met with his own quiet groans as he guided you gently back onto the bed.

His movements were gentle as he helped you undress, his eyes darkening when he took you in, completely bare. He paused for just a moment, drinking in the sight of you.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous, princess.” He whispered, voice raw. Heat flared in your cheeks, your hands instinctively rising to cover yourself, but he caught them, his grip firm yet tender.

“Don't get shy on me.” He murmured softly, pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, his lips tracing a path downward that made your breath catch. Each kiss, each nip sent shivers through your body and the quiet sounds you made seemed to spur him on. When he reached the apex of your thighs, his breath hitched. He groaned low in his chest as his fingers spread you open, exploring slowly.

“This okay, doll?” He asked, his voice husky as his fingers began to thrust gently, finding a rhythm that made your back arch off the bed, gasping.

“Yes.” You managed, eyes squeezed shut. His thumb circled your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge, and the hungry look on his face was impossible to ignore.

“Come for me.” He whispered. His words sent you spiraling, your release crashing over you as his touch carried you through it. He withdrew his fingers slowly and when he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, your lips parted, a quiet gasp escaping you. You glanced down, catching sight of him, his erection pressing against his stomach. Reaching out instinctively, you tried to touch him, but he gently pushed your hand away, shaking his head.

“No. I wanna be inside you.” He said, voice low, full of longing. Your breath hitched, but you nodded, watching as he positioned himself between your legs. He paused, meeting your gaze, the seriousness of the moment grounding you both.

“You sure about this?” He asked softly. “If you're not, we'll stop right now, get dressed, forget this ever happened.” You shook your head, fingers brushing his cheek.

“I want this.” You murmured, voice steady but soft. That was all he needed. Carefully, he nudged your entrance, easing into you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. The sensation pulled moans from both of you, raw, breathless sounds of pleasure that filled the room. He started slow, his thrusts careful and measured, as if he wanted to memorize every moment, every reaction.

Your hands found their way to his back, nails trailing down his skin as he picked up his pace. The pleasure built slowly, spreading like a warm glow in your veins until it threatened to consume you. JJ's thrusts grew sloppier, less controlled and he groaned your name as he felt you tightening around him.

“JJ.” You gasped as you felt your orgasm taking over and he wasn't far behind, letting out a strangled moan as he spilled into you.

For a long moment, the two of you simply breathed, your chests rising and falling in sync, the world outside forgotten entirely. There was no pressure, no expectations. Just the two of you, wrapped in a shared vulnerability that neither of you had ever anticipated.

JJ rested his forehead against yours, his smile softening as his gaze locked on you. The usual mischief in his eyes was replaced with something deeper, something unspoken but understood. And for that moment, it felt like the world outside this room didn't exist.

The light in the room felt soft, the shadows long, and every breath you shared became a rhythm, a dance neither of you had expected. When you finally paused, both of you breathless, the world outside seemed far away. You looked at JJ, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. His smile softened, the usual playfulness in his eyes replaced by something deeper.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He said softly, his thumb brushing along your wrist.

“No.” You whispered, your lips curling into a smile. “It was...good.”

And just like that, the bond between you two had shifted. Something unspoken lingering in the air, something new that neither of you could yet define. But one thing was clear. This was a moment only the two of you would ever fully understand.

A/N: hope tou enjoyed this, i got a little carried away with it so sorry about that. also i have realized with this celebration and requests that smut is not my thing, i don't think i write it very good so hope you like it