#so its less novel to me but still nice

[catboygirljoker]

had a moment earlier when i was working on my drawing of lamia after he's gained weight and gone on T, where i hid the layer that id drawn his body hair on (including his facial hair) and realized that id made him look remarkably like myself. and that id drawn him in (what i hope comes across as) a celebratory and positive way. and idk. it was really nice.

i kinda hope that someone who's following khoc week will see lamia's story and get invested in it. and then at the end see him fatter and happier and those two things being connected and celebrated together. and maybe they'll have a moment like i did

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Today, Prime Video announced that it has confirmed that the global, fan-favorite series Good Omens will return for a third and final season. They have confirmed, as follows:

• The third season will comprise of one 90 minute episode starring Michael Sheen and David Tennant who return as the angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley, respectively. • Prime Video is delighted to bring its global customers a gripping conclusion to the ineffable journey between Aziraphale and Crowley. • Production is expected to begin in early 2025 in Scotland and the third season will premiere on Prime Video in more than 240 countries and territories worldwide. • The forthcoming season will bring to life a serendipitous conversation from almost 35 years ago, between the late Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, where they mapped out “what happens next” to the wonderful characters in the world of their internationally best-selling novel. • The first season of Good Omens launched globally as a limited series on Prime Video in May 2019, and became a worldwide hit. This led to the series being renewed for a second season, which premiered in July 2023, and explored storylines that went beyond the original source material to illuminate the ineffable friendship between Aziraphale (Michael Sheen), a fussy angel and rare-book dealer, and the fast-living demon Crowley (David Tennant). • Rob Wilkins of Narrativia, representing Terry Pratchett’s estate, as well as BBC Studios Productions’ head of comedy Josh Cole will executive produce. Good Omens is based on the well-loved novel Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Sir Terry Pratchett and Gaiman. The new season is produced by Amazon MGM Studios, BBC Studios Productions, and Narrativia. • While Gaiman has contributed to the writing of the Good Omens series finale, he will not be working on the production.

my musings:

Shouldn't it have been a series of six episodes?

It should have yeah. It should have been 6 episodes so the seasons would make 666, now it's 661.

Is Neil Gaiman involved?

According to the press he will not be working on it as such though he "contributed to the writing", I mean the third season is based on what he and Terry had outlined together and he started to write into the scripts so I guess it couldn't be done without?

Tell me some good news

uuuuh, *racks my brain*

It is not cancelled completely (like OFMD for example :(), so we still might get the cottage?

Since there will be less of it then there will also be less post production and we might get it sooner?

Ta-da. (sorry)

And

[1000plants]

Holidays - Thanksgiving

Bucky Barnes x reader (GN)

Summary: Holiday drabble with one of my favorite super soldier boys <33333 

Warnings- Alcohol/drinking/intoxication, Soft!Bucky (a warning bc oh god I love him hes a cutie patootie) 

Word count- 1.8k

Author's Note- consider this a little gift, my little heathens. Hope you enjoy! All feedback is appreciated!

Masterlist

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“Aaannnnd… is that your second or third drink of the day?” Bucky casually teases as he slides next to where you sat. His voice was low and quiet, a metaphorical bucket of cold water over your alcohol induced overheating brain.

You dryly laugh, lips pressed thin as you stare at the spiked lemonade in your hand. It had honestly lost its flavor at this point, but it was the only thing getting you through the day. You clear your throat as you turn in your seat to face Bucky, the two of you sitting at the bar that Tony insisted be fully stocked for the holiday season. Bucky was leaning his back against the edge of the counter, his right elbow propped up as it loosely held a beer.

He looked as calm as you wished you felt. How he did it you would never know. He seemed so carefree, unbothered, bored.

“Third.” You bluntly reply, sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth. Your head was feeling a little fuzzy, but it was a more welcomed sensation than talking with the numerous people that had shown up today. 

Before the upcoming Thanksgiving day celebration, Tony was throwing a “simple” party. Less intense than his normal ragers, but still requiring a lot of socializing. It was only about one p.m., but there were over forty people milling about the main floor of the tower. SHIELD agents, Tony's workers, the other Avengers, Fury and Hill… There were too many people, in your humble opinion.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, taking a healthy swig of his beer as he arched his eyebrows briefly, “same.”

He was doing a better job at involving himself in the festivities. You hated these things. Sure, Christmas was fun, and meeting up and reconnecting with friends was always nice… But Thanksgiving seemed tedious and unnecessary. 

You couldn't help the snort that came from your nose nor the grin on your lips as you glanced from Bucky to the rest of the people in the room. They all added to the noise of the room, even the alcohol wasn't silencing them in your head.

“Really?” You ask incredulously, not bothering to hide the shock in your tone or on your face. Though, in honesty, it might've been the buzz that made it impossible to hide, “You could've fooled me. Didn't take you as a day drinker.”

Bucky chuckled, baring his teeth slightly as he sat down his mostly empty bottle, “I’m… not. Not normally,” he admits, sighing as he rubs his chin.

You were always drawn to how dazzling he looked. Was dazzling even the right word? Your brain seemed to shut down every time Bucky talked to you. He was softer than anyone could've prepared you for. Speaking quietly of novels he read, silently paying for someone else's coffee, watering the plants around the tower when their owners were away. 

The man was silent, as always, but it was never malicious. And, God… that was a dazzling thing to be.

“I'm just sick of,” He gestured vaguely to the chattering people. Since now you were talking with Bucky, you had felt Steve's worried gaze leave you. His stare at your lonesome form had been suffocating.

It was no secret you didn't enjoy these gatherings. It was an odd limbo: loving the tiny parties and the massive ones… but hatting these mild ones. Always just a handful of people you don't know, and they are always too intimate for comfort. 

It might've also been part of the reason Tony and Steve let you start drinking so early in the day…

“This. Yeah,” You finish his sentence for him, nodding a bit as you suck in a deep breath, “I was never one for the holidays.”

You shrug, turning in your barstool to face out towards the others a bit more. Though, you were still angled towards Bucky. Subconscious, you'd claim. Not purposeful.

“Mhm, couldn't have guessed,” Bucky gruffly replies, the smirk tugging on his lips was enough of a signal he felt similarly. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, chasing the lingering taste of his beer. You wished momentarily you hadn't drank so much, your reaction time of looking away before he noticed was slower.

“Not all holidays,” You quickly clarify, averting your gaze to firmly fixate on a SHIELD agent you had met once or twice. Shaun? You think his name might be Shaun… Swallowing tensely as you knew he caught you staring. It was just a moment, you ration, and nothing more.

You shrug, trying to seem as calm as he was, “I like Christmas, y'know? Snow an’ gifts an’ shit like that. Halloween is also a lot of fun… But Thanksgiving?”

The sigh that escaped your lips was more like a puff of air. Catching snippets of others' conversations. 

Oh, yes, the data we gathered… Some random agent drones on to Bruce.

Now, Pepper - love the woman - needs to let me get ten more… Tony loudly chatted up Maria Hill

Steve and Natasha were a bit more hushed with their conversation, but you heard getting better… talking… 

You roll your eyes, figuring they were talking about your lack of participation in the day's festivities. You glance to your left to catch Bucky's gaze. How long had he been looking at you? His face had softened. Everyone said he looked angry all the time, but you didn't see that. He looked tired at worst, and at best, hopeful. 

You swallow thickly, he was just looking at you because you were talking, “It's too much interaction, too many people and the food sucks.”

Bucky dramatically let his jaw drop open, as if you just disavowed the Avengers or something. His eyes sparked, the deep blue color more prominent as they widened to the size of dinner plates.

“I'm sorry?! Did you say the food sucks?” Bucky asks with a scoff. He has a wide, boyish grin on his face. A grin that you'd never think he'd bear, but it also seemed completely natural.

Bucky finally maneuvered  to sit on the stool next to you, turning his body so he was fully facing you. You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up at his slightly childish antics. The laugh caused a small burp to also threaten to make an entrance. You stifle it as you push your spiked drink a bit further away from you. Getting drunk on Bucky Barnes was a hundred times more powerful than whatever drink Tony could concoct for you.

“Thanksgiving quite literally has the best food!” He chirps. His eyes narrowed playfully as he crossed his arms over his chest, he was obviously not letting you get away with your crime of an opinion.

“Ugh, no it doesn't. It's all so specific, I can't get behind any of it!” You bemoan, allowing your body to turn towards him as well. Though you don't let your eyes linger on him for too long. The blush on your cheeks may be excusable by alcohol for a while, but not forever.

“Turkey,” He puffs out his chest, “quite literally a classic!” Bucky starts strongly. Quirking up an eyebrow. 

“I prefer ham, turkey is dry and not interesting. I'd rather have chicken, honestly.” You reply with a chuckle. If someone told you Bucky was being paid off by Big Turkey to promote Thanksgiving, you'd fully believe it. This man looked ready to go to hell and back to defend the holiday.

“Potatoes?” He quickly counters, leaning forward slightly.

“I can eat those whenever I'd like.” You retort just as swiftly. Though you both may be a little buzzed (you more than him), you could still hold your own when it came to quick comebacks.

“Pies?!” Bucky studies you like a colorful bird at the zoo. His hands resting on his knees as he inspects your face and words.

You laugh again, a grin now firmly planted in your face at how jokingly offended he is, “These store bought things have nothing over what I could make from scratch.” you boldly say, straightening your back and sitting taller.

You partially expected him to deny or refute your baking skills, but he only pushes forward, 

“What about cranberry sauce?” He asked with more skepticism, knowing he already went through the big three and you had already pushed them all away. 

You shoot him a flashy grin, whether you actually liked cranberry sauce or not��� “Mh, well, you've got me there.”

A beat of stunned silence. 

You swore Bucky went through all of the stages of grief in that moment. 

“WHAT?!” He cried out, voice cracking slightly. He was loud enough that a few wandering eyes had been alerted to the two of you.

You couldn't help yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter. It was a laugh that made your face hurt, you didn't care that others were looking, all you cared about was the man sitting across from you.

Bucky's shock very quickly matched your laughter. He was laughing so hard that he doubled over. Clutching his stomach as he wheezed. You both must've looked ridiculous, going from the two quiet people at the bar to now the loudest two laughs. 

Bucky came up for air after a moment, quiet giggles still making his chest shake as he wiped away a small tear.

The pride in your chest swelled, you wanted nothing more than to make him laugh like this all the time. To see him smiling forever.

It took a few minutes for the two of you to calm down. Every time you made eye contact, one of you would burst into another small fit of laughter.

After you had recovered, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You were grateful he lingered, that he stayed even when the conversation seemed to have ended. He never made you feel left out, even if his inclusion was the two of you being outcasts together. He stayed by your side, a silent yet constant person in your corner.

“Well, my favorite holiday isn't Thanksgiving, either.” Bucky finally says, finishing off his beer as he stands up from his seat. He murmured something about needing to piss.

“What is it then?” You grab your own, partially forgotten, drink. The ice had melted slightly, but you didn't care.

“Christmas.” Bucky simply stated, taking a step away from the bar. You want to prod more, but you doubt he really has a sappy attachment to the holiday. Who wouldn't like free gifts and all the decorations?

“Mostly the mistletoe, though,” He adds, turning to look at you for just a moment as he winks.

You don't even have time to process what he just said, or even implied before he walked away. But, goddamn were you glad he did…

Because once Steve's eyes were on you again, you were blushing bright red and staring at your cup, smiling like a dope.

Maybe… maybe Thanksgiving wasn't such a bad holiday after all.

[poetryvampire]

Well, I feel like utter trash tonight so

Rating BG3 men on how well they'd take care of you on your period

This is dumb and not well thought out and probably a bit bias let's gooo

Gale 🔮 Sweetheart cannot read the room bless him. Is so ready to help easy the pain, he's cracking open dusty books, going through all his herbs, spends all day trying to craft the best potion for your needs. Very sweet but honestly Tara sitting on your lap is doing a fine job. Once you get him to cuddle you're golden 6/10

Wyll ⚔️ Cmon. Are you kidding me? He's got you babe. Need something picked up? Done. Craving something? Made. Just want to lay around in bed all day? Hell yeah he's right there with you, you couldn't get out of his arms if you wanted to.Also a fan of romance novels? Wyll would 100% read to you. Like voices and everything, really amps up the mellow drama. He's happy to keep you laughing or get sultry with it. Makes a great opening act to spicy times. 10/10

Halsin 🐻 Woof. Very happy to help chase away those cramps by some good old fashioned pounding you into the earth. You're not gonna be able to feel anything after he gets his paws on you. Not put off by blood that's nature ba-by. Also pls consider bear sized teddy cuddles. 7/10

Astarion 🍷 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 9/10

Rolan ✨️ As usual baby boy is too awkward to live. Not like super knowledgeable about them but wants to help you the best he can. Won't ask you directly though. Is a very quick study and takes note of what you need and like. If you need space or want to be glued to him hes already in place.If you're the kind of person that's laid up with cramps for a day or two he just happens to have those days off to be with you. You'll go for a hot water bottle and the kettle is already on. Honestly after awhile he knows your cycle better than you do. 8/10

Zevlor 🔥 If there's one thing this man knows it's being sore. It just comes with being a swordsman and an older gentleman. He is a god of working out sore muscles. Feeling achy? He goes all the way. Expect a long bath with a full body massage. He's gonna work out every inch of you and praise you like his personal god. Very patient really gonna go for the slow burn from sensual to sexual. Doesn't even expect anything back just wants to make you feel good. Will turn a downer day into a wildly romantic night. 11/10

Haarlep 😈 Couldnt give less of a shit. It's not that he's put off by it, he's had lots of experience with them but it doesn't do anything for him either. As for your suffering? He's a little empathetic, poor mortal with your poor weak body. That being said he does like you and to cuddle once in awhile so if you need some comfort he'll be there. 3/10

Raphael 👿 Jfc listen, he's waaaaay into it but will Not admit. In fact goes out of his way to let you know how off putting it is. He'll tell you how its nice to know you could still bare his young, like if he let's you. Loves the thought of breeding you and just the simple humanity of it that gets him. He cannot keep his hands off you but again will not admit why and will get mad about it. Like, how dare you look so good now of all times it's so rude. Guess I have to fuck you even though your pathetic little body keeps getting blood on my sheets smh -3/10

[jungkakes]

Make Me Water | JiKook x Reader

pairings: jikook x fem!reader, smut, fluff, established relationship with jk and reader.

warnings: threesome-f/m/m, oral, double penetration, fingering, anal, creampies (by bofum lol), squirting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, implied consensual rough sex, cuck jk, just pure smut really, jungkook calls reader 'mama', aftercare, sweet talk.

words: 19,827

summary: It's a hot, sticky summer in Seoul. Heat warnings are in effect. But when the night falls and breeze begins to blow, what better way to cool off than have some fun poolside with your man and his bestfriend?

also cross-posted on ao3

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Stepping out onto the terrace, you slid the door that led out to the private pool closed behind you with a quiet shut, “Hurry and join us, baby.” You hummed, turning back to give your partner a final smile from over your shoulder right before you closed the door. 

Once outside, the warm breeze from the summer night’s air fanned over your skin. The gentle sounds of flowing water filled the open air. Soft, steady waves from a stream echoed through the space you had been standing in. Splish, splish, splish. It was calming. Relaxing. You could use it as a form of asmr even.  

It had been scorching hot outside today. The temperatures steadily crept to an alarming 90 degrees Fahrenheit by midday. Calling for a heat warning and advising all citizens to stay indoors to try and keep cool in any way they could. And stay cool, you did. Lounging for most of the day near the air conditioner in the living room. A novel in hand and your body curled up comfortably on the single couch. Eyes crossing every now and then to watch your man and his best friend keeping themselves entertained with video games for most of the day. 

Now, it was well into the night. Safe for you to step outside for some much needed fresh air. The sun had long cleared the sky. Bidding your time zone a good evening with rays of light so beautiful with glimmers of orange and yellow sunlight shining across the horizon and then saying goodnight when the dark hues of blue and green from night befalling faded into a pitch black night sky. Stars speckled the once blue sky now. The moon shining at its highest. The gentle noise of crickets and the buzzing of cicadas alike sounded through the air. All a telltale sign that summer was at its peak. 

The air was still sticky and warm but the breeze that blew every now and then made the difference. The trees and bushes in the distance ruffled when the wind blew. Large leaves on the trees above your head fanning you almost. The cool night’s wind blew a kiss against your face. Into your hair. Gently caressing your skin as a silent hello from the earth. Telling you that the sun was gone for now and it was finally okay for you to step outside for the first time of the day and inhale the night’s air. 

From your side, you could hear the gentle lull of a waterfall from a fountain that led to the terrace pool. That’s the direction you were heading in. Taking a step onto the cobblestone concrete, you noticed that even the interlocking patterns of brick were still warm from the heat today. It was a nice contrast. The warm concrete on your bare feet and the breeze blowing through the oversized t-shirt you wore made you remember how much you loved the summertime. 

Tonight was the perfect night.

You couldn’t have asked for anything better than this.  

“The water isn’t getting any less wet, beautiful. Come on in.” 

Or could you? 

“How’s the water?” You asked your friend who was already wading in the pool, your hands in front of the hems of your t-shirt, “Not too cold, right?” You hummed, turning around so that your back was facing your friend as you easily pulled the material of your shirt upwards to tug it off from over your head, tossing it over onto a chair as you shook your hair out, letting the locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in a mermaid-like style, 

“It’s perfect.” He responded and you could feel the smile in his voice, “Just the right temp.” He mused and you turned around to face him. Eyes falling onto the creamy skin illuminated by the soft lights fluoresced around the pool. He glowed almost. Sparkled. Park Jimin was absolutely gorgeous. 

Suddenly, your hands flew to your chest because yes… you were half naked.

Standing there with your hands covering your bare chest, you hardly heard your friend calling for you. The soft octave of his voice slowing and dulling to a reverb that you couldn’t hear while you lost yourself staring at the way his skin radiated. 

“Did you hear me, hun?” You heard him better now as his voice began to cut through the ringing in your ears and you looked out towards him, knees trembling with a new found nervousness as you watched your friend floating around the pool with a seeming carefreeness while he awaited you to join him in the water.   

“What was that?” You asked, “I zoned out.” You mumbled more to yourself than him. 

“I’m feeling quite lonely the longer I float here by myself. The water might just turn cold from my unending loneliness.” Jimin’s voice drooped sadly from the other side of the pool, his body bounced lightly within the water he floated in. His dancer-like form swaying around freely in the water as if he were a real life mermaid. 

“I’m good over here.” You swallowed hard, your teeth gnawing on the inner part of your cheek. No, you weren’t good. You were salivating at the thought of joining Jimin in the water but the side of you that had a smidge of shame left said otherwise. Making you unable to move from the spot you were standing in. Jimin made you nervous to be shirtless in front of him. Nervous of him perceiving you. Nervous to be doing this with him. 

A big part of you wanted to dive head first into the pool he was waiting for you in. You wish you could go back to the person you were a mere five seconds ago. The person that was giddy with excitement to do this. 

That shameless part of you wanted to shake off any anxiety you had bubbling in you and just jump. But the more you stood there… The more you watched this man that was practically ethereal wading around in the water as if he was a deadly siren waiting to lure you in with the sweet melody of his voice, the more you hesitated. You turned back to look at the door where your partner was still busy in the kitchen and you sighed quietly to yourself. Silently pleading for your muse to hurry and come outside to join you. 

Jimin let out a noise of displease from your stalling and sank backwards for a moment into the water, head tilted backwards to wet the shaggy black hair on his head. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple move up and down when he swallowed. Eyes studying the strength of his jaw that you could see perfectly from the way he tilted his head back. He knew what he was doing without even acknowledging it. Just like the siren he was. You shifted on your feet as you practically watched him seduce you into the water, 

“Hm.” He huffed before he lifted his head out of the water and shook his soaked hair out. The silver highlights he sported in his hair flung to and from. Water from his hair sprayed around his form and trickled from his neck length hair to his throat, chest and finally disappeared into the water rising steadily, “Please?” He whined, a sad pout forming along his rosy, plump lips while he watched you. 

You stood there with your arms crossing tighter over your chest. Wispy hair flying from the way your head shook with hesitation, “Are you sure you didn’t pee in the water and that’s why it’s so warm?” You teased, the sarcasm prevalent in your voice because did fairies like Jimin even pee? Probably. “Let’s see.” You hummed, taking a step closer to the edge of the pool, stretching your foot out and dipping the tip of your toe into it, “Yah, it’s cold! You lied!” You whined, body recoiling from the water temperature, “I’ll just watch you swim around from here in case you don’t drown.” You nodded with a smile, quick to turn on your heels to retreat back towards the safety and comfort of the chairs lining the swimming pool. 

You never had any intention to be in the pool but it was a hot summer night and the water looked inviting to say the least. How you managed to get Jimin to agree to this was beyond you. It wasn’t as if this part of the house hadn’t already been explored by you and your inquisitiveness. For example, you might have enjoyed a few swims or two in the early mornings during your visit here when the member’s slept in because the night prior’s crazy antics (video gaming and karaoke sessions) had gone well into the early wee hours of the morning and they were far too tired to join you. 

And what was this place exactly? This was a vacation home for you all. A place where you had frequented to spend special moments together. Away from the public. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Away from… everything. The Soop House was a place you cherished being in. A place everyone considered as their little getaway. 

The first time being here was in the wintertime years ago. Taehyung’s birthday. What a memorable night it was. A special night that you would hold close to your heart until the end of time. 

You’ve visited this house many times after that. Sometimes with the members to celebrate birthdays and other festivities. Sometimes with your partner when the two of you just needed some time away from life’s busy schedules. Or with your girlfriends for a little weekend girl’s trip getaway.. And sometimes alone when you just wanted to get away to enjoy the beauty of experiencing the Soop all by yourself. 

This was a special place. 

And it wasn’t special because it was nestled away in an isolated forest that was guarded at all times by private security. 

It was special because it was only for BTS and you. 

You didn’t think your zany idea of skinny dipping in a pool at midnight would be taken so eagerly by your friend. It was simply a thought you blurted out during dinner. Something that came to your mind under the influence of a few glasses of wine and how good Jimin looked while being as relaxed as he was today. 

Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that had you thinking second thoughts. I mean. you were down for taking a dip into the pool with your friend while your man watched from afar. That was until you realized Jimin and your man were both equally into the idea of doing it. Of course they were! To think that they would be against such an inviting idea was silly of you. You must have forgotten who you were dealing with tonight. This was Park Jimin and Jeon Jeongguk for crying out loud. 

You truly thought Jimin would at least politely decline out of respect for you (and the fact that you were in a relationship with his best friend) but oh no, honey. Did you truly believe that? Did you actually think Jimin could and would ever say no to you? Clearly you did not expect anything from Jimin until you caught onto him inching his way to the doors of the house that led to the private pool once he had finished helping your man clean up after dinner. 

Even Jungkook’s own eyebrow raised in question when he noticed his hyung had barely hung around to chat and instead, booked it straight to the pool after dinner. Claiming he wanted to enjoy the last night in the Soop House’s pool before he had to jet off to Japan the next day. Pfft. Yeah, right. You played along though and so did your man. Nodding with enthusiasm as he told you to run along and join Jimin while he prepared the three of you something delicious to drink. 

You clearly were not quick enough to realize Jimin had been waiting for your offer for a very… long time. And you clearly were not quick enough for Jimin now who had swiftly made his way from one side of the pool to the spot where you stood, his wet hand reaching out from the water and grabbing you by the ankle just as you were about to turn away, 

Barely having a chance to register what was happening, you only had enough time to let out a shriek as you felt yourself get pulled to the water. Thankfully, your body fell backwards into the pool rather than forward. Otherwise, falling face first into the pool’s ledge only to be pulled in by the hungry water monster named Jimin would have been extremely painful and… embarrassing on your part. 

With arms flailing in the air, you fell pathetically into the pool. Body crashing into the water and almost body checking Jimin’s wet form with your shoulders like a superstar football linebacker as he dragged you into his arms. You were never an elegant faller and could even compare your clumsiness on a Namjoon level. Surely, you would have seen this coming. 

Jimin spared you no time to react or at least prepare yourself to be pulled into the water. Turning your back away from him was your first mistake, “JIMIN!” You yelled, body thrashing around in the water as you tried to find your footing against the floor of the pool, “My hair!” You yelped, feeling the back of your head get splashed with water and soak the hair you had freshly straightened just a few hours prior to this night, “I’m gonna kill you, I swear.” You threatened, finally being able to find your balance now that you were no longer floating on your back in the water, 

“Had to get you in somehow.” Jimin only responded between his airy chuckles, “I’m sorry. I had to.” He didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance, 

“Seriously. I’ll choke you out.” You twisted around in Jimin’s hold at once and glared at him, wet hands coming up to clasp around Jimin’s neck, not fully choking him (although you wanted to). “You’re gonna die, Park Jimin.” You announced with confidence, giving his neck within your hands a playful squeeze,

“Do it.” He challenged, “Maybe I like that.” Jimin flashed you his signature toothy smile and you felt the goosebumps raise on your skin from his shamelessness. 

“Gross.” You muttered, hands dropping from his throat in defeat. 

One thing about Jimin was that he hardly ever felt embarrassment around you or any of his fellow members. He was comfortable and confident around you all. Often blurting out random things that he would never on this green earth utter in public. 

“What? You don’t like being choked?” He questioned with a menacing grin and suddenly you felt his firm palm that was resting against your hip to ensure your fall into the water wouldn’t be too catastrophic. He was so close to you right now. Too close. So close that you could smell the lingering scent of his cologne still on his skin mixed with the chlorine from the water. So close that the hand placed on your hip felt heavy and strong against your skin. His touch felt searing. As if he could expel fire from his very palms. 

Feeling exposed under his overwhelming gaze, you quickly realized you were standing there in nothing but your bikini underwear. Knowing you were tits out in the water like nobody’s business made your hands fly once more to your chest to cover yourself as if Jimin hadn’t already snuck a glance. “Stop staring at me.” You spoke with a crack in your voice and felt the burn in your cheeks flow from your face straight down to between your thighs, “You’re making me nervous.” You confessed with a glum whisper, lips pressing together tight in regret as soon as you spoke. You sounded so stupid. 

Jimin’s gaze softened immediately when you spoke and the playful gleam in his eyes he had all this time prior to this moment had long disappeared, “Hey, pretty… if you’re not– If you changed your mind. We don’t–” He started, hands moving up and away from anywhere close to your body to give you space, “I can go grab you a shirt.” His eyes scanned over your head towards the poolside to see if the shirt he had stripped off was still hanging off the chair he had tossed it onto, “Just wait here–” He had already began to back away to cross to the other side of the pool and you shook your head quickly, 

“No.. don’t do that. It’s just–” You gulped then took a deep breath, finally allowing your gaze to meet Jimin’s eyes, 

Jimin’s lips pursed lightly before he titled his head to the side in confusion, “What is it?” He asked, “Are you feeling okay?” The worry in his voice was clear and now he had begun to think you were starting to get sick, 

“No… It’s just you’re so.. you.” You mumbled, “This is like, fuck, I don’t know.. the second time in the history of our friendship that you made me feel nervous.” You let out a quiet laugh, head hanging in embarrassment, “You’re just so… fucking hot.” You finally said the words you had been chanting in your head the entire time you had been standing along the poolside watching Jimin’s effortless attempts at luring you into the pool, “I can’t believe this is happening.” You started to laugh more as you realized how silly you sounded, 

Perhaps you were imagining things. The close proximity you both were now in surely made your mind hazy. So hazy that you hallucinated the fiery chemistry of his body close to yours. You didn’t even notice he had his hand placed on your hip before not because he was a creep but to make sure you didn’t sink too much into the water when he had pulled you in. And although he was no longer touching you, you somehow still felt the tingling on your skin where his hands were once placed. 

Jimin let out a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling into pretty little half moons when they closed, “Oh, love.” He took a breath between laughs and shook his head, “You’re flattering me too much.” He rolled his eyes and let his body float closer to you, “I’ve never seen you like this.” Jimin hummed out with please, “It’s pretty cute.” He nodded, leaning in close to your ear, “But you have to understand, the only person here who’s…” His voice dropped to a hushed mumble, “....fucking hot is you.” His voice sounded almost too seductive for your comprehension and suddenly the water felt boiling hot, “That’s just my humble opinion but I assure you, anyone would agree with me.” Jimin smiled confidently at you. A sparkly grin that made your knees buckle under you at once, 

You wobbled and lost balance from his words. Wanting to kick yourself for how easy it was for you to fold for sweet talk. Actually, scratch that. You hardly ever reacted to anyone flirting with you unless it was your man. But something in the way Jimin spoke. With that lowered Busan accent. That surety. The confidence. The way he spoke with such honesty. He meant what he said and Jimin never crossed you as a liar. 

No wonder your legs feel like jelly. And suddenly you felt your foot slip from under your body. You were shorter than Jimin and the water was already up to your shoulders. Your feet were already barely touching the bottom of the pool. He didn’t want you to lose your footing again and slip under. Not like you would drown or anything but getting water in your nose and down your throat wasn’t the greatest experience on earth, was it. So, he grabbed you when you struggled to balance. Hands circling around your waist with one resting along the small of your back and the other against your hip in the same spot it once stayed. 

“Careful.” He mused and you nodded dumbly. Your mind and body already feeling weak from his presence alone. 

“Right.” Was all you said when he caught you again and made sure you didn’t gulp down a mouthful of pool water when you slipped, “Thank you.” You muttered like a goof, still at a loss for words. Your mind was racing at a million miles per hour. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as you attempted to process what he just said to you. Your vocabulary had dwindled to just a handful of words at the moment but that was good enough for Jimin. He never seemed to mind silence. 

With Jimin’s soft gaze on your face and the silence falling comfortably between the two of you, he took his chance to admire your face. He took in the glitter on your eyelids from your makeup. The soft curve of your lips accompanied by the pink gloss you wore. The light blush staining your cheeks. So, so, so cute. This shy persona of yours was growing on Jimin and he couldn’t help but smile giddily from it. “Don’t say thank you. Just believe me.” He nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. Much like he always did to you whenever he could. 

Embracing the soft touch of Jimin’s lips on your forehead, you nodded a silent acknowledgment towards him. Your hands were still covering your chest and now your palms felt foreign. As if they were never meant to be there. Taking a careful breath, you slowly dropped your hands from over your chest as you looked at Jimin. He tried not to immediately lower his stare to your chest but failed and took a glance. 

Now, yes, Jimin was a flirt. It was universally known that he had a little bit of a promiscuous side. However, a gentleman is what he stayed no matter what. However, in this moment? When the most obscene thoughts began to swarm his mind? He had to keep his words to himself because you were absolutely perfect. That’s all he could think. Damn perfect. The voice in his head corrected him. 

His lowered gaze made you feel isolated under his stare but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling in the slightest. If anything, your nervousness now had seemed to begin to disappear thanks to his reassurance, “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathed out coolly, “Really.” He nodded quickly, lips spreading into a smile, “Jungkook, you lucky motherfucker.” He grumbled which made you let out a giggle, 

“Shut up.” You gave his shin a jab with your foot from under the water, “He knows how lucky he is. Trust me.” You hummed, “I make sure he knows. Everyday.” You smiled confidently at Jimin, feeling more comfortable now. 

“So,” Jimin began to smile wider in response. His playful side back as if it never left, “You didn’t answer my question.” He reminded you with a nudge, “You like being choked out?” He asked again and you grunted, 

“Freak.” You muttered under your breath and thought about actually strangling him for real this time. But instead, you found yourself immediately lost under his gaze. He swallowed you whole with his stare. Pretty brown eyes illuminated by the night sky’s reflection against the water making him look absolutely unreal, “I’ll tell you what…” You began, hands moving from within the water to place onto your friend’s bare shoulders to make him focus on just you, “Why don’t you try to find out?” You asked with a challenge in your voice, “I’ll allow it.” You mused nonchalantly as if you were both sharing a casual conversation, 

Jimin felt his breath get stuck in his throat and now it was his turn to be shy. Your hands holding onto his shoulders now felt like bricks weighing down on his back. Your nails pushing lightly into the trap muscles along his skin felt as if they would leave etches in his skin tomorrow and you were barely touching him. The attraction between the two of you might just be stronger than you and Taehyung. Now Jimin understood why he was never asked to join you and Jungkook the first time. Now he understood why Taehyung was the one lucky enough to have you with Jungkook that night. The energy you and Jimin shared could light up thousands of city nights, really. It was so sexy. He could hardly handle it, 

“I’ll tell you what…” Jimin leaned in towards you, his lips now brushing against yours when he spoke, “I’ll definitely find out.” He grinned, hands that were set on your lower back and hip now circling confidently around your waist to tug you firm against his chest. 

He was stronger than you thought. Don’t let his dainty, fairylike body fool you. He was lean and sturdy in all the right places. You curved into his hold almost too perfectly. Fitting snug against his chest. Wet bodies pressed together and all. 

Heaving a deep breath, your eyes fluttered the closer Jimin got to you. Your gaze was stuck on the smooth of his chest. Droplets of water dotted along his skin. Steam from the warmth of his body hitting against the cool evening air dissipated into the darkness surrounding the two of you. The limelight cascaded against his features and made him look like he was molded by the Greek Gods. From the milk of his skin tone creating a perfect surface for the black ink from the tattoo across his ribcage to show even through the water. All the way to the faint pink appearing along his neck from soaking in the pool for as long as he did. Jimin was absolutely ethereal. 

You truly couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him. Moving your gaze from his near flawless skin, your eyes trailed upwards from his collarbones to those lips of his. If you had to describe the beauty of Jimin’s lips it would be with 3 words. The 3 Ps. Pink, plump and perfect. 

And when he leaned into you like this? When he closed any space that happened to be separating the both of your bodies and circled his arms around your waist like this? Careful fingers boldly running over the material of your underwear to run faintly over your ass? The minty air from his breath fanning across your face when he inched even closer? Yeah, there was no way you could focus on anything but him. 

See, there had always been chemistry between you and Jimin. He was one of the first members of BTS aside from Jungkook that you grew a fondness for and the easiest for you to warm up to. He was funny. Flirtatious. Pretty. And charismatic. He knew the right words to say. Knew the things you liked without you having to tell him. Knew exactly where to massage the spot on your shoulder that always ached without you needing to show him. Knew just what to say to make you flustered and overwhelmed. Jimin just… knew. It was as though he had been living in a corner of your head. As though he knew you for ages. You trusted him. Trusted your friendship. He was worth more than just words to you and the feelings only solidified when he finally closed any left space between the two of you and kissed you. 

Feeling his lips press against yours was something you didn’t think you would feel again. You recalled the first time you ever shared a kiss with him. In the dimly lit space of the club you were in with the rest of BTS. Sweaty bodies pressed together while you danced. Music blaring through speakers. Alcohol in your systems making your mind’s cloudy and hazy with lust. Jungkook and you hadn’t been dating for long then but it was long enough for you to willingly kiss his friends when the drunken stupor you were all in got to your head's. It was a long time ago. A time you had moved far along from. But when you felt Jimin’s lips press against yours again. So soft, smooth and full of want just like the first time… all of the memories came swimming back. 

“Mm.” You hummed against his lips and inched closer, hands moving to cup his face. Your fingers caressing under his chiseled jaw to bring him into you. The touch of your fingertips resting against his delicate skin made Jimin shiver and the kiss progressed further with you quickly leaning forward to find his lips against your own again. You kissed him eagerly thanks to his positive reaction and Jimin didn’t hesitate to return the passion. He wanted this. Waited for this. It wasn’t like he fantasized everyday about his homie’s girl. He was a busy man and had plenty of attention to fill his needs. 

However, there were times where you crossed his mind. Times where he found himself daydreaming about what could have been if it were him and Jungkook with you that night at the Soop house those years ago as opposed to Taehyung. What would have the outcome been if he was the one to share you with Jungkook? Probably nothing would have happened if he had to be honest. Jungkook was yours to the death and that was made very clear.. very early in your relationship. 

Still, the pang of jealousy harbored in the deepest pit of Jimin’s heart and although, he would have been fine to live the rest of his days pleased with the way things were now, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to join the two of you. This time, at your own request. 

Let’s get one thing straight though, you and Jungkook weren’t exactly in an open relationship. At least it wasn’t open to everyone like a free for all. And it was clear that Jungkook didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you either. It was complicated to explain to people that weren’t you and Jungkook. Besides, you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. You both just had your… likes. And that included Jungkook simply having a thing for watching you with his band members. And you simply… wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to ride for him. To die for him.

Call it crazy but, Jungkook was everything to you. He made you want to do things you’ve never done before. Made you want things you never wanted before. Your decision to partake in these escapades were yours and yours alone. He never pressured you into anything you never wanted to do. Never forced you to do anything you didn’t agree with. Wanting to act out each and every fantasy your man had was your choice. And your choice was the exact reason that he was your man, your man, your man. And everything about your man turned you on. 

Your relationship was yours and no one would ever understand it but that was the beauty of your love. No one had to get it. They were either with it or against it and that’s all that mattered. 

“Jungkook’s taking pretty long with those drinks, huh?” Jimin commented between kisses, “Almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.” He hummed low, “Almost as if he knew how much I’ve been waiting to kiss you again.” Jimin snorted quietly, a hand moving to your back, fingers trailing down your spine and making you shiver, 

“Then stop talking and kiss me.” You whispered against his lips and Jimin said less. A wet hand reaching up to cup under your jaw and bring you into him again so that your lips could meet once more. He started off by giving your lips a gentle peck. Felt the gloss from your lips transfer onto his own and then realized he had been missing this more than he thought. 

No more words needed to be said and soon, the soft noises of your lips moving together in sync filled the silence. Lips blending against one another with ease and fluidity. Your arms looped over his shoulders, fingers from one hand tangling into the back of his shaggy hair, Combing through the layers then burying into the thick locks. Letting the black and silver strands curl around each of your fingers. While your nails on the other hand moved to glide down his chest, feeling over the toned muscles lining his pecs and then inching downwards to his abs all while your lips melted against each other. 

The hand he had resting under your jaw had soon moved to clasp around your throat. Delicate fingers giving your neck the gentlest squeeze every now and then that you almost never noticed what he had been doing until you began to feel the pressure after each kiss. “That feels so good.” You confessed and Jimin smiled triumphantly into the kiss, 

“Told you I’ll find out.” He mused with confidence, making your face flush hues of pink at how easy he did uncover your secret enjoyment.  

You hadn’t realized Jimin was backing you into the wall of the pool until you felt your back pressed into the solid surface. You simply floated there under the spell that was Park Jimin. His persistent kisses started to deepen and then his tongue was pushing into your mouth to taste you, “So perfect.” He whispered into your mouth, a hand roaming upwards along your hip to your torso while your tongues touched again and then once more before he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, “Can I touch you?” He asked, the hand that was wrapped around your neck removing and dropping to float over the stream of water surrounding the two of you, 

“Of course.” You breathed, nodding encouragingly, “Please.” You spoke more confidently now that you had caught your breath, “I want you to.” You confirmed, reaching down into the water and taking Jimin’s hands within yours, guiding his palms to your chest. You placed his hands over your breasts. Making him cup them while you watched the way his palms barely covered the plushness. He had dainty little hands but if you had to be honest, you wouldn’t mind feeling them massaging over your breasts… or wrapped around your throat again. “Just like that.” You sighed out in relief, your gaze dulling the moment Jimin replaced your hands with his own. Warm palms carefully squeezing over your breasts to feel you, 

“Damn.” He muttered. Soft hands squeezing and massaging over your flesh, making your head spin and cloud with desire. Jimin was going to be honest and say he snuck a glance or two of your boobs a few times whenever you were around him. He couldn’t help it. His eyes just happened to gravitate to them. If you were asking Jimin what he thought about them well… was the word perfect overused already? Because that’s what they were. But hey, in Jimin’s eyes…. All boobs were perfect. he never discriminated. It’s just that never in this lifetime did Jimin think he would be touching yours now. 

“Fuck.” You breathed, head tilting back to expose your throat as Jimin leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and mouthing over your damp skin while licking away the droplets of water that collected along your neck. After attending to your throat, he leaned up and gently nibbled over your jawline. Teeth nipping your tingling skin before pressing a kiss to your jugular then finally dipping his head lower, plush lips decorating your collar bone and soon enough your chest with airy kisses, 

“So soft.” He complimented your skin, his voice coming out closer to a moan than a sentence, “So sexy.” Your body physically responded to the sound of his voice. Back arching up into his hold. Wanting to hear more of him. He sounded so sexy with the sure need and lust laced in his words. Making him sound sultry and simply filthy with desire.   

His breath coasted over the bud of your nipple when he spoke and you knew you were doomed at that. Feeling the sensitivity from just air blowing against your flesh had you depraved, 

“Hah, fuck.” You swore, your head flopping back and resting against the wall of the pool, body sinking a bit into the water as you felt the plumpness of Jimin’s lips ghost over your nipple. You braced yourself against the wall, preparing yourself for the feel of his tongue on your burning skin. And then you felt it. Felt his warm lips close around your nipple. Felt his wet tongue flick over the skin. He sucked over the sensitive flesh. A freehand reaching up to cup over your other breast. Making sure both were being given as much attention as he could. 

“Feels good, angel?” Jimin checked in with you as his lips removed themselves from your nipple, mouth trailing to the other nipple while his hands switched to your other breast, siren-like eyes silently seeking your approval. 

You nodded, teeth gnawing over your lower lip as you met his gaze, watching the way his tongue trailed over your skin with the glimmer of hope in his eyes as he peeked up at you from where his face pressed between your breasts, hands reaching up to squish them against his face before he kissed along your sternum, 

“Yes.” You barely managed to answer before you mewled with pleasure. Chest pressing up to meet Jimin’s mouth. Your body searching for more friction. More feeling. “Feels so good.” You encouraged him, “So fucking good...” You whispered, your leg slowly raising and hiking upwards, wrapping around Jimin’s waist and making him press into you while your hands found their way into his soaking wet hair, fingers smoothing through the strands and tugging firm at the locks. 

He hummed in satisfaction when you pulled on his hair. Moaned against your skin when you praised him too. And when your thigh draped over his hip, he didn’t waste any time to press his pelvis against yours either. He lowered his clothed cock right up against where you ached the most. Fitting himself perfectly against your body. He rocked his hips slowly. Teasing. Dragging the movement out as if he was moving in slow motion. Letting you feel just how much he was enjoying and savoring every second of this moment. 

“More.” You whispered, the heel of your foot pressed into Jimin’s lower back and you gasped quietly feeling the throbbing bulge within his swimming shorts pushing against you, “Jimin…” You whispered his name, hands gripping his forearms as he pressed you harder against the wall of the pool, hips rocking ever so slightly into you, making you feel every inch of him, “Oh… Shit.” You moaned, your head dropping forward to rest against Jimin’s shoulder, the muffle of your moans stifling as you buried your face into his skin. The feeling of his cock grinding into you sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. Making your skin erupt with goosebumps, 

Hearing the frenzy of moans and whimpers he was putting you in was music to Jimin’s ears. Adding to the streak of cuteness you were exhibiting, Jimin had to note that even your moans were cute. Taehyung was lucky to have heard this? Jungkook was lucky to get a load of this… this perfection whenever he wanted? God, Jimin had been missing out. He might actually be jealous. “Fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.” Jimin grumbled, head shaking as the pent up aggression threatened to make him explode, 

“You have to wait for Koo.” You instructed him, fingers caressing over his upper arms, “He should be here soon.” You started to smile, your hands moving from his arms to his cheeks, cupping them and leaning in to press a light kiss against his lips, “Patience.” You whispered into the kiss and Jimin hummed low, eyes closing as he kissed you back, 

“I’m not a very patient person.” Jimin whispered back, sighing into the kiss, “Tell him to stop creeping from the window and join us already.” He joked and you silenced him at last by kissing him deeper. Your hand pressing against the nape of his neck, and pulling him in closer to you by the hair that curled at his nape. The kiss soon turning more desperate. More passionate. Your lips and teeth hitting against each other the sloppier it grew. 

Jimin was about to continue. Was about to grind his cock into you more just to hear the delicious noises you were making before but alas, the trois in your ménage à trois finally decided to join you both, “Here comes your dude. Right on time.” Jimin grumbled against your lips, pulling away when he heard the sliding door of the terrace open followed by the light patter of footsteps,

“He knows when it’s time.” You giggled at Jimin’s frustration, eyes peeking over towards the figure making his way down to the pool. You laid the back of your head against the wall of the pool again, sighing out softly as you watched the tall, hunky man you called yours meeting your gaze the second he felt your eyes on him. 

Warm, intense brown eyes gobbled you up with his stare. Making your stomach flip over like a pancake. Stark black hair reaching his chin tousled from left to right as he walked. The bouncy locks looking extra yankable tonight as he had just washed his hair this morning. The more you watched Jungkook, the more you ogled his entire existence. With his shockingly tall height. Long limbs. Strong… So strong body. Tattoos against tanned skin. Two lip rings glittering under the night sky. Jawline locked tight. Showing off the perfect angle that it was. The dark, moody look resting on his face contrasting against soft, delicate facial features. 

You knew your man had been staring out the window watching and waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt. No matter how much he would try to deny it, you knew him better than that. He was snarky like that. Not wanting to be missing out on the action but also not wanting Jimin to get a taste of most of the fun before it even began. 

However, from the way he looked at you right now, you knew you had him worked up. He looked as though he was going to devour you. As if he was starved and dying for a drink of you. You knew he wasn’t going to just watch tonight. He was going to join right off the bat. The heat and fire that burned within his veins in the form of longing was too much for Jungkook to just sit and watch this time and you didn’t mind it one bit. 

“Starting without me, I see.”  Was all Jungkook said. Balancing the tray of drinks easily with one hand as he made his way over to the two of you. His eye contact with you finally breaking as he turned away to set the tray lined with three drinks onto a table close by. 

“Don’t act like you weren’t watching the whole time.” Jimin sighed out as he pulled away from you, still lingering close by but no longer invading your personal space. You found his hand before he waded away, taking his hand within yours to keep him close to you, your fingers lacing together as you turned to face Jungkook, 

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to steal my girl.” Jungkook smirked in Jimin’s direction as he plucked one of the drinks up off the tray and crossed over to the ledge of the pool to hang Jimin the cocktail he made, “You know I had to take my time and make these drinks. No, I wasn’t looking out the window.” He lied. Just like you knew he would. Of course, he might have snuck a peek once or twice. Just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything while he let you and Jimin get… acquainted with one another. 

“Mmm.. stop being like that, baby. No one’s stealing me.” You smiled cheekily at Jungkook, catching his lips twitching into a smile when you spoke to him, “We were just having some fun.” You let go of Jimin’s hand and turned around to face Jungkook, staring up at him from the ledge of the pool as you propped your elbows up against it, “Why don’t you come join us?” You questioned him, eyeing the drinks on the tray as Jimin leaned against the pool’s ledge as well, his arm sliding around your waist as you moved to make way for Jungkook, 

Watching Jungkook intently, you leaned into Jimin’s hold around your waist, cozying up to his friend and feeling much more comfortable now with your body reacting to the attention of these two men with nothing but pure positivity. 

Your man wasted no time. As eager as always. He was already shirtless. Deciding to leave the shirt had been wearing during dinner behind because he wouldn’t need it here anyways. Sporting just his swimming shorts that fit him oh so perfectly. Showing off his delicious V-Line and the smooth of his pelvis as he moved to the edge of the pool. The strong muscles along his arms bulged and rippled with every move he made when he picked up the drinks for you and himself. The sight of his muscles made your mouth water. As if it were your first time seeing him. You’d never get over it. 

“Water ain’t even that cold. You two heated it up enough with your makeout session.” Jungkook joked, stepping down confidently into the pool and slowly sinking into the water, both drinks in hand as he steadied his balance, “For you, mama. Something fruity and light.” He held the cocktail out to you as he joined the other side of you, “And for you, my brother. I made us something strong because you’ll need your stamina tonight.” Jungkook gave Jimin a snarky smile when he leaned over to look at Jimin who was on your other side, “Cheers.” He held his glass up to the two of you,

You and Jimin let out soft laughs, “Cheers!” Three three of you said at the same time, glasses clinking together in perfect unison before you took long drinks, a pleased hummed of satisfaction leaving your lips as you tasted the perfect combination of tequila, grapefruit and lime. Jungkook just knew how much you loved your Palomas, didn’t he.

“Perfect like always, babe. Strong though.” You noted to Jungkook, slowly moving through the water so that you were standing in front of him, freehand holding onto his forearm as you fit yourself against his body, lips leaning up to place a chaste kiss against his cheek, “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, lips wrapping back around the straw of your drink to take another long sip. You felt the effect of the alcohol too quickly. The warm, fluttery feeling of liquor hitting and settling in your stomach. Making your face and body instantly feel hot. 

He was going to get you drunk off one drink. You weren’t a sloppy drunk in the slightest. But you definitely were a horny drunk. Jungkook knew what he was doing whenever he made your drinks. One sip and you could immediately feel it in your pussy. You should have known better than to leave him alone in the extensive liquor cabinet of this house. Taking another long sip out of the straw, you were already halfway through with it before you set the glass down onto the pool’s ledge, far away so that you wouldn’t knock it over, 

“Anything for you.” Jungkook meant it when he said it. Years of your relationship telling the tale that yes, he would do anything for you. He didn’t even have to go into specifics. The shit you two have been through in the past was testament to the phrase ‘standing in the fire next to you.’ 

Smiling happily up at Jungkook you tiptoed up as far as you could reach and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips this time to which he responded happily to, the hand that didn’t have his drink within it reaching up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb. You kissed each other briefly. Lips lingering and the heat burning between the two of you. 

The kiss didn’t last longer than a second. Not wanting to display your utter obsession with each other in front of your guest. But it was enough for Jungkook to feel his heart skip a beat or two. You both could kiss each other until the end of time behind closed doors. Right now though, you were with company. You couldn’t leave Jimin out, could you?  

“And thank you, Jiminie.” You pulled away from Jungkook and made your way over to Jimin who welcomed you into his arms. Feeling Jungkook’s gaze on the both of you, you smiled to yourself. Knowing he was watching intently, “Thank you for everything.” You hummed, making him place his drink down as you draped your arms over his shoulders then wrapped around his neck, bringing his face down to your height so that you could press a kiss against his lips, “Thank you for being here.” You whispered cheekily to Jimin who smiled in response, 

Jimin was quick to set his drink down and away as you made your way over to him. He practically chugged the thing anyways. Making a distasteful face after he swallowed the last bit of the mixed drink so strong and potent. Damn, Jungkook would be the greatest bartender in the world if he could. Jimin was already tipsy thanks to that cocktail. Welcoming you into his arms, Jimin broke out into a smile. His cheeks were already flushed from the booze and his body felt just the right amount of happy thanks to the liquid courage. 

“Oh.. don’t you do that, princess.” Shaking his head in protest, Jimin’s arms slid around your waist, hands roaming to rest over your ass as he corrected you, “Don’t you thank me for nothin���.” He gazed into your eyes, a hand reaching up to move a wet strand of hair away from your face, “Thank you for having me, pretty girl.” You smiled at him as you brought him into a kiss and Jimin welcomed your lips against his. Feeling no type of way over the fact that Jungkook was just inches away watching the two of you. That’s what your man liked anyways. Jimin had no problem giving him a show if that’s what he wanted, “Beautiful little thing.” He mused against your mouth  while you two kissed, the hand resting over your ass giving it a firm squeeze, “With a nice ass too.” He complimented smugly, making your ass jiggle after he grabbed it, “Fuck, I wanna put you on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Jimin hissed quietly, making you laugh into the kiss, 

Jungkook watched and listened intently to Jimin. Feeling the chub in his swimming shorts beginning to tent the harder he became. He could visualize the things Jimin wanted to do to you so clearly and seeing the thoughts infiltrate his head in perfect clarity made Jungkook dizzy, “We can make that happen.” He interjected with a quick nod, his eyes turning to look at you as you pulled away from Jimin’s lips at his suggestion, “If you’re ready, baby.” He raised a brow and you smiled happily, head nodding enthusiastically, 

Jimin looked towards you for confirmation and you smiled knowingly, having been waiting in agony for this moment, you were beyond ready, 

“Always ready.” You mused, wading over to Jungkook who’s big, strong hands grabbed hold of either side of your waist to hoist you out of the water and onto the ledge of the pool. You landed onto the ground with a loud, wet plop. A soft laugh leaving your excited lips from his display of strength, “Hurry, Jimin.” You demanded, your body leaning back and legs spreading as Jimin moved to where you sat and helped you prop your feet along the ledge of the pool, 

“Who’s being impatient now?” Jimin teased, his hands resting along your inner thighs as he pushed them apart, 

Jungkook hummed out at Jimin’s teasing and he clicked his tongue, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, brother.” A smile began to turn at the corners of his mouth, “Don’t keep her waiting. She gets mean when she has to wait.” Jungkook commented with a nod, his eyes lingering on your wet skin dripping with water, “Don’t you, baby?” He asked with a smirk along his lips and you ignored him, 

You inhaled shakily, throwing Jungkook a look as he called you out for your impatience. Like it was your fault for being turned on by these two men with undeniable attractiveness, “I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered breathlessly, “I’m so wet.” You announced, hips raising as you felt Jimin’s fingers hooking around your underwear to pull it down and off you, freeing your thighs from the wet material and letting it dangle carelessly from one of your ankles. The three of you too overcome with desire to bother taking it fully off you,

“You don’t have to wait anymore, angel. We got you.” Jimin hummed, lidded eyes staring up at your pretty face as he sank into the water between your thighs, “We’ll take care of you now.” He nodded and Jungkook made a noise of agreement with his friend as he propped himself up against the ledge of the pool closer to you. Empty drink glass in hand, you hardly noticed Jungkook too had downed his drink. Eager to start the show you guessed,

"Just trust us." Jungkook mused, leaning up to capture your lips into a kiss as Jimin’s own lips roamed along your inner thigh. Jimin’s hot breath fanned out over your skin. Over the sensitivity of your exposed clit. Over your wet entrance. You whined out desperately, legs twitching in anticipation as Jimin loomed over your leaking pussy, “Relax, mama. You’re shaking.” Jungkook instructed you in between kisses, feeling you practically vibrate beside him in anticipation, “Thatta girl.” He whispered when your body began to still, his lips serving as a form of comfort to calm you down when you started to grow impatient, “You have to let Jimin enjoy this too, baby. Let him get a nice look at how beautiful you are. He’s not like me, you know.” Jungkook cooed to you, “He likes to take his time. Likes to worship.” Your man nodded, cupping your chin so that you could look only at him, “Likes to give you the princess treatment.” Jungkook hummed, licking into your mouth. 

Your hands curled into the stoned ground below you, “You know I hate being treated like a princess.” You could hear the pout in your voice, nails scratching over the bricked surface as you met Jungkook’s tongue with yours and tasted the strong liquor off his lips mixed with the faintest taste of cigarette smoke. He had smoked just before joining the two of you, you were sure of it, “But fuck, you’re both so hot. I don’t even care.” You whispered to Jungkook, catching his lower lip and pulling on his lip piercings with your teeth shamelessly before you broke away from him to let out a soft groan,

Feeling Jimin’s fingers brush over your entry, your entire body shivered, forcing you to pull away from Jungkook at the sudden feeling of intrusion happening between your thighs, “Oh God.” You whispered, legs threatening to close and trap his head in your space. You were so sensitive and nothing even happened yet. 

“You really are dripping.” Jimin commented with a groan, his lips watering at the way your entrance glistened with your juices leaking out, “Fuck, that’s sexy.” He leaned in close to your folds, his breath blowing over your clit as he spoke. 

You struggled to contain your composure. Not wanting to be mean like Jungkook mentioned but you were about to grab your friend by the head and grind on his face yourself if he didn’t do anything soon, “God.” Your voice hitched in you throat, feeling Jimin’s mouth kissing over your folds, “Fuck, please.” You whispered, lips quivering as you glanced down to your friend mouthing over you, 

Jungkook’s lips found their way to the side of your neck, “You sure you don’t want the princess treatment tonight, babe?” Jungkook snarked, “She wants to be treated like a whore, I think.” He nodded to Jimin, “Tell him, baby.” Jungkook smiled proudly, his face invading your space to press a soft kiss against your temple, lips trailing downwards to your cheek and jaw, “Tell Jimin how well your man knows you.” He murmured against your skin, the cocky smile on his face never faltering, 

“Yes. That’s what I want.” You almost begged, “Jungkook knows what I want.” You spoke as if you were entranced under a spell. Like a puppet. “He knows what I like.” You nodded quickly, struggling to take a breath as you forced yourself to wait.  

Jimin didn’t tease you any further after that. He wasn’t much of a tease anyways. Not like Jungkook who didn’t give in to your pleading no matter how much you begged sometimes. Jimin wanted to give you anything you wanted and more. He wasn’t hard to sway when it came to your moans. 

With his lips pressing against your flesh, you sighed out in relief, almost bursting out with tears when you finally felt the soft suction of his lips attach against your clit to kiss it. “Fuck.” Jimin cursed under his breath at the taste of you, body dipping down lower until he was sinking more into the water, his tongue flicking over your clit then dragging downwards to your entrance, his own lewd moan muffling against your body as he lapped up your wetness, 

Your jaw locked tight, eyes staring up blindly at the dark sky above you as your head dropped backwards, “F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You kept the swears rolling, “Holy fuck.” You cursed the moon, the stars, the clouds and just about everything in between. With your eyes finally closing, you let out a soft whimper, your shaky hand reaching down between your thighs to press against the back of Jimin’s head, guiding him as he worked on you, 

“You sound so pretty.” Jungkook commented from beside you, clearly enjoying your reaction towards his friend, “See what I mean when I told you every hyung’s different?” He mused as if you could even focus on his words, “That’s why I want you to experience every unique thing my brothers have to offer.” Jungkook smiled, fingers moving your sopping wet hair away from your shoulders as he pressed heated kisses along your skin, teeth digging into the flesh along your neck and sucking the skin into his mouth, 

Jungkook always knew Jimin was next on the list to fuck you and the years between when Taehyung did it first and now gave Jungkook enough time to calculate when would be the right time to ask Jimin. See, these things didn’t just happen lickity split. Good things take time and Jungkook was never in a rush. 

After all, it did once take Jungkook every ounce of courage he had to even share this fantasy with you. And when it came to sharing you with his friends, he needed to make sure they weren’t just goofing around whenever any of them happened to mention wanting a night with you and him. When it came to Jimin though, Jungkook was very sure out of all his hyungs, he wanted you most. It was just a matter of playing the waiting game and biding his time before he could initiate anything. Lucky for him though, you mentioned taking a dip in the pool with Jimin on your own tonight. Making it easy for things to fall into place without Jungkook having to orchestrate anything. 

Jungkook could tell Jimin wanted one change with you from the way his friend simply looked at you. He only needed to make sure Jimin wasn’t all just talk because if he could recall correctly, the night Jungkook met you for the very first time at the club you worked years ago, Jimin did happen to be the one that noticed you first. However, when it came down to who was going to buy a dance from you that night, Jimin backed out at the last minute. Leaving Jungkook to have you for himself… just like now… All these years later. Oh how Jungkook wished he could bet fat bills on how much Jimin had kicked himself that night for missing his chance. 

You were too busy to even acknowledge Jungkook whispering in your ear. Even though you could hear every word he said, nothing registered. Nothing stuck. You were too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure dancing along your skin in the form of tingles, “I know.” You moaned out to Jungkook, “You’re all so..--” You squeaked a moan out when you felt Jimin’s tongue dip into you, losing your train of thought for a moment before you spoke again, “You’re all so- fucking good to me.” You purred, fingers pulling on Jimin’s hair, hips starting to grind over his mouth and face as he fucked you with his tongue, 

Jimin grunted in response to you when you began to grind over his face, “Yeah, use me, love.” He pulled back to whisper between breaths, “Use my face.” He nodded with encouragement. Lips, mouth and face pressing back between your thighs, your clit grinding over his nose as his tongue dived back into you, lapping and sucking up your juices as if he had been without water for days, 

“Yes…” You said the word maybe ten times already, “Fuck yes.” Okay, maybe 11 now. You just couldn’t articulate anything else to say. Your brain simply wouldn’t let you process anything else except feeling the pure heaven coursing through your body at the moment. Especially when your clit ground over Jimin’s mouth. Or when the little flicks of his tongue moving up every now and then came to meet your clit as his tongue moved in and out of you. You were sensitive beyond belief. Feeling the clench in your abdomen. Feeling the pulsating of your clit. Feeling the rush of wetness soaking your entrance the more closer you got to your orgasm, 

Jungkook’s lips moved leisurely over every inch of your body he could reach. From your jawline to your neck and all the way down to your shoulder. A large hand cupped over your breast to play with your sensitive nipple too. He was slow. Took his time. Not in any rush to do anything except soothe you with his kisses until he felt your focus begin to stray. You were getting close to the peak and Jungkook knew this one was going to take a lot of energy out of you. So what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t help you get there even faster? 

“Don’t go.” You whined when you felt Jungkook start to slowly pull away from where he was kissing on your neck. His hand that was playing with your breasts moved to grip onto the pool’s ledge as he sunk himself into the water instead, 

Jungkook simply kept his eyes on you as he lowered himself into the pool, “Just trust me.” He nodded, a coy smile on his lips when he joined Jimin between your thighs. He kept his gaze locked on yours, eyes lowering to a smoldering stare while his friend felt the motion in the pool and pulled away from your throbbing pussy to move to the side and make space for Jungkook to join him, your man leaning in and wasting not a single second further. He took hold of your foot barely holding your body upright, pressing a kiss against your inner ankle and then moving his lips along your calf. Letting you feel his lips rings roaming over your skin before he placed your foot back onto the ledge of the pool and finally settled with his face at your pussy, “Fuckin’ soaking.” He cursed and then pressed his nose into your clit. In the way only he knew you liked. Making your eyes roll shut, mouth going slack and dropping open to let out a lewd moan, 

“Oh… oh shit.” You gasped, your feet that were propped up onto the ledge of the pool nearly slipped and set your leg into the water when you felt Jungkook take over from Jimin’s spot and dive in between your thighs, his tongue flattening immediately over your clit, drawing circles around the sensitive flesh while Jimin took a moment to catch his breath. 

“Shit, baby. Just like that.” You nodded, feeling your thighs begin to shake when his finger probed at your entrance, “Yes, fuck me, please.” You begged, breath panting when he began to slide his middle finger into you, his lips pulling away from your clit only for him to spit right onto it, letting his saliva drip from your clit to your entrance then he leaned back in again, tongue rolling and gliding between your folds freely, finger angling upwards as it moved in you to touch your entire soul.  

Your body moved on its own. Using whatever strength you had left to lift yourself a bit to meet Jungkook’s finger each time he pushed it into you, “That’s my girl.” Jungkook husked as you lifted your hips and grounded yourself over his finger, “Fuck yourself like that on my fingers, baby.” He hummed out proudly, “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Jimin?” He asked his friend who agreed. Their voices sounded so far away. And you were too fucked out to even hear them talking by now. You couldn’t care less about anything else except chasing that sweet release you could feel building up anyways, 

“Move over a bit, Kook.” You heard Jimin say and as shameless as Jimin was, he truly caught you off guard this time when he leaned down as well next to Jungkook. Going back to his previous position only this time, sharing the space with your man. 

He didn’t care. Jungkook didn’t seem to either. They were both too drunk on lust to give a fuck that they were basically kissing each other as they both ate you out. And when Jimin’s tongue joined Jungkook’s? Taking over the spots that your man missed. His tongue flicking over your clit while Jungkook licked at your entrance the same time as he fingered you. You swore on your life this was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. So hot that the fucking feeling started to make you jolt and cry above them, 

“Fuck, I’m- I’m.. gonna cum.” You squeaked out, “No, fuck, I’m gonna–” You actually started to cry now, feeling your stomach’s muscles contract and that familiar feeling of pleasure start to prick along your skin. Making you feel as though you were going to explode. And explode you would. “I–I- I think..” You couldn’t speak anymore, your words getting stuck in your brain as you attempted to get their attention, 

Jimin’s mouth moved from your clit to your inner thigh, letting Jungkook take over again so that he could talk you through your reaching orgasm, “Come on, angel.” Jimin urged you, his sleek brown eyes looking up at you as if he was begging, “Wanna feel our slut cream all over us.” He hummed, lips tracing along your inner thigh and then he was helping Jungkook by reaching down and pushing his index finger into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his finger entering you. And then the realization that both men were fingering you hit you like a truck, making your hips writhe in pleasure, “Just like that, honey. Keep going.” Jimin instructed you when you began to rock your hips against their fingers inside of you. Two different fingers from two different men. The sensations were throwing you over the edge and suddenly you felt the impending doom named your orgasm suck you into a void, 

“--I’m gonna squirt!” You finally managed to get out. almost screaming in ecstasy but they ignored your warnings. Urging you to meet that climax as they swapped positions without you realizing, Jimin’s finger now pushing into you alone and Jungkook’s mouth now at your clit again. It was all too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. And with one, two, three more whines, you lost control. Squirting on the two men between your legs with a cry. 

Tears leaked out of your eyes as you shook and shivered above them. Sobs of pure bliss leaving your lips as you gasped for air, “Oh my god.” You cried, the orgasm shooting through your body and making you squeeze your eyes closed so tight you saw white behind them, “F-Fuck.. Fuck.” You continued, legs going limp and your chest heaving for air as your body worked through the orgasm. Your man and his friend didn’t relent. They didn’t move out of the way. Didn’t duck and grimace at you for squirting. They fucking loved it. Only slowing their movements to help you through the climax, letting you ride it out on their faces, fingers and tongues. Each of them wanting to get a taste of you. Both battling to get a drink of the nectar that was you. 

You felt like water. Flowing, free and intense. 

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“Look at her. Little fucking slut.” Your man spoke through clenched teeth, his hand burying into your wet hair and holding your head still, “Let me fuck your mouth like that.” He kept you in place, hips rocking back and forth to make you swallow down his cock, “Good girl. Take it. Keep looking at me.” He commanded and you obliged willingly. The gloss in your eyes making you look as fucked out as ever while you looked up at your man, 

You gagged on his length but Jungkook didn’t have any worries about it. He always made you choke like that and you loved it. Loved the thought that tomorrow you’ll wake up with a hoarse voice. Loved the tears welling up in your eyes and making your mascara run down your cheeks. You must have looked crazy. With your makeup smeared and tear stained cheeks. This is what you loved. To be used like this. To be completely at this man’s disposal. Only Jungkook could be like this with you. Only he could be this rough and this cruel. That was the difference between letting someone into your sex life. He made it known through the whole room who you belonged to and Jimin never tried to overstep that boundary. 

“Mmf.. Baby..” You gasped for air when Jungkook let you breathe, “You’re so big. Making me choke.” You complimented him and saw the way his chest puffed up, all confident from your commentary. You knew how much he loved when you praised him, “Feels so good.” You hummed, lips lazily dragging along his length, your tongue tracing the curve of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again, 

“Don’t forget about Jimin, baby. You’re slowing down.” He tsked between moans and you whimpered with his length in your mouth. Eyes shutting and a tear leaking out of your eye as he continued to guide your lips along his cock. 

After the earth shattering orgasm you had at the poolside, the guys needed to help you back into the house. You couldn’t keep yourself sitting upright after that and they decided it was best to continue in the bedroom. They were sweet and attentive. Making sure you drank some water. Making sure you were okay to keep going and then helping you into the room like the gentleman they were but pushing you onto the softness of the bed and letting you charge up as they slipped out of their swimming shorts. 

You only needed a second to recuperate. To get your legs that felt as though they were stuck in a permanent jello-like state to come back to life. And then you were back at it. Begging for the two of them to put their dicks in your face. So here you are now. On your knees at the edge of the bed while Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of you, your lips wrapped expertly around the length of your man’s cock and your hand wrapped around Jimin’s own. Sucking your man off and pumping his friend at the same time. Switching between them after taking a breath and then continuing the motion all over again. Making everyone in the room sigh out and fill the place with pleasurable noises. You thought your man’s moans were sexy but the two of them together? Oh, you were doomed. 

“She’s so good.” Jimin was fighting to control the weak moans leaving his lips, “Love this pretty mouth.” He whispered to you, a gentle palm caressing over your cheek, “Such a good fucking slut.” He spat the words out to you despite touching you so gently. 

That was such a Jimin thing, wasn’t it? Being soft spoken and sweet but also being filthier than anything. It made you want to do more. To go deeper. And so you did. Your hand around Jungkook’s cock twisting while your thumb rubbed over the tip of him, a silent reminder that you would never forget about your man even though you had Jimin’s length down your throat. It was easier to deep throat Jimin anyways and you knew Jungkook knew that. It wasn’t as though he was smaller. Size never mattered anyways. He just wasn’t as girthy as your man. He was the perfect size and made it easy for you to gag and choke on him without feeling as though you were about to die the way Jungkook’s length would make you do, 

With your lips running over the length of Jimin’s cock, your tongue moved along the underside of him, sucking over the veins pulsating and then you were letting the tip of your tongue flick over the head of his cock, lapping at the precum beading at the tip, “Shit.” You moaned at the taste of him, “Tastes so good.” You whispered to Jimin, reaching up to stroke him as you pulled away, 

“I want both of you in me.” You whispered with tears on your lashes, “Raw.” Your hope filled eyes stared up at the faces of the two men in front of you as you panted for air and without a second thought, the two of them were climbing onto the bed, Jungkook's firm hand at your shoulder pushing you backwards so that you were on your back,

Jungkook was the only one that’s ever fucked you raw. He wasn’t too keen on letting anyone inside of you without protection. But tonight, he was feeling generous. “You know I don’t always agree to that.” He grunted, “But you’re being such a good girl.” He nodded towards his friend, “And I’m makin’ an exception because it’s Jimin.” Jungkook hummed out low, leaning over the edge of the bed towards the nightstand where he kept a bottle of lube just for moments like this, “On your knees, baby. Gotta prep you for me.” Jungkook commanded and you were already springing into action, a permanent smile on your lips as you rolled over, 

“Lay down, handsome.” You beckoned Jimin to lay in the spot you were just in, guiding him with your hands on his shoulders as he collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted grunt, “Tired already?” You pouted at Jimin who only laughed, his hands at your waist to help you as you climbed over onto him and planted your bare body into his lap, 

“You tire me out, yes.” He confessed, voice low and deep with desire, “But that’s good. Means I’m working overtime for you.” Jimin smiled up at you and you let out a giggle, your hands resting along his chest before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his lips, 

Smiling triumphantly into the kiss you shared with Jimin, your lips moved lazily against each other for a moment before you began to pull away, your hand resting at the base of his throat as you sat up, “Rest now. I’ll do the work.” You nodded, giving his throat a squeeze that made Jimin’s eyes flutter from the feeling, “Oh.” You moaned after scooting yourself back a bit so that your pussy was pressing down on his rock hard length. You rocked your hips, gliding your clit over his length and shivering from the feeling. You were still too sensitive down there. Too sensitive to give your clit any attention for now. 

Jungkook took a seat on the side of the bed in front of you and next to Jimin, lube bottle in hand as he observed you and his friend with intent in his eyes, “Actually, I wanna watch for a bit.” He mused, a smirk playing on his lips, “I’ll join when you’re ready for me.” Jungkook nodded to you, an encouraging smile on his face although his dick was throbbing in agony for release. 

This moment was more important than his own self. Your moment and satisfaction was important to him and Jungkook knew how bad you wanted someone inside of you. He knew putting his cock inside of your ass right away would be too much for you and so, he decided to wait. To watch and wait until you were in pure bliss. 

Lost in Jungkook’s eyes as he spoke, you felt yourself getting warped into his stare. That endless deep sea of chocolate coloured eyes made you feel as though you were the only person in the room. As if he could see right into your soul. This whole time you had been on a high. A high you didn’t want to come down from. Your body moved on its own through it all. Feeling the slick between your thighs from your own mess. Letting yourself chase hungrily after the attention these men gave you. Your mind was in a different state. A state that made you possessed with lust. You felt as though you were in an alternate reality. As if this wasn’t really you. But one look at Jungkook. One look at him reminded you that this was very real. This was happening. The realization made you begin to tremble with excitement and you smiled knowingly at him. Knowingly because you knew he felt it too, 

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.” Jimin cooed and you nodded, wasting no more time, you took a deep breath and lifted yourself up. With the help of Jimin, he took you by the hip with one hand and reached down between your legs with his freehand, making his cock press into your entrance. His teeth clamped down shut feeling the heat of his dick pushing at your entry, “Fuck.” He grunted under his breath and you moved his hand away from his length as you positioned yourself above him on your own, grazing your folds over the tip of his cock before you slowly let him insert himself into you, 

Your head dropped back at that. Teeth trapping over your lower lip and biting down onto the flesh as you lulled your head to the side and gasped, eyes fluttering as you listened to the wet sounds your body made as you sunk down onto him, “Sh–Shit.” You stuttered, a hand holding over your breast while the other rested along Jimin’s abdomen, long acrylic nails digging into his skin. You could feel yourself being stretched open by him. Could feel the twitch and throb of his cock filling you up. Your legs quaked, the all too familiar feeling of jelly coming back into them as the stimulation of his length inside of you made you shake, “So big.” You breathed out, feeling the curve of himself in you as you sat down on his cock, your hips rocking to help you adjust yourself to his size,

Jimin stared wordlessly as he watched the way your pussy swallowed his dick up, “She’s so tight.” He blurted, head shaking in dismay because after all that creaming and squirting, you were still putting his length in a vice grip, “Oof.” He husked out breathlessly, eyes looking up at your face as you began to rock your hips against him, “You okay, princess?” He asked, hands resting over your thighs and giving them a squeeze, “Move whenever you’re ready. Don’t force yourself.” He was so sweet. 

Jungkook on the other hand was in another world. Getting a full view of yourself lowering onto his friend’s cock shouldn’t have made his dick twitch the way it did. The painful throb in his length returned to slap him in the face and bring him back to reality as he watched on with hungry eyes. 

This part of being a cuck was always the worst. Having to watch and feel himself slip into his delusions. Having to sit and just… watch. Watch the way you stretch out onto someone else’s dick. Desperate whines leaving your lips as you forced yourself to take it all. It was agonizing having to keep his hands to himself. How could a person that yelled about someone separating perilla leaves for you have a kink like this? Was it weird to be a jealous person by nature but also love to see your girl get fucked by his mates? Questions like this plagued Jungkook’s mind but he didn’t even want to try and figure it out. This is what Jungkook liked. This is what Jungkook wanted. 

“Oh, Jimin.” The way you said your friend’s name made Jungkook focus. His gaze growing dark and desperate as you began to move. Hips rocking side to side for you to find the right angle and then you were bouncing. Lifting yourself up and pushing back down. Making his friend fill you up with his cock each time. 

Jimin watched you with a slack jaw, one hand resting over your thigh and the other hanging onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his length with his hand squeezing over your skin. He closed his eyes briefly. Just for a moment. Taking the second to relish in the feeling. The feeling of your walls closing around him each time you sank down on his cock. The feeling of your warmth and tightness taking more of him each time you bounced, his lips letting out deep grunts as your skin slapped against each other, “Jungkook, you lucky fuck.” He cursed between breaths, eyes opening to glance over to his friend at his side, “No wonder you stay buying her a new car every. fucking. month.” He grunted the last three words out in time with you bouncing on him, “No wonder she has her own black card.” He hissed out, head dropping back against the pillow under him,, 

Jungkook's lips involuntarily spread into a proud smile and he nodded, “Anything she wants. She gets.” He confirmed, “Nothing is too much when she’s bouncing on me like that. She could make me do anything she wants.” He started to chuckle, eyes on the way your breasts bounced along with your movements, 

The two friends spoke about you as if you weren’t in the room and it made you start to giggle at their honesty, “S-S…Sounds like you’re– ah,” You moaned, “Like you’re enjoying yourselves.” You whispered out quickly, slowing your movements so that you were grinding over Jimin with his dick in you, “Fuck, I could cum from this.” You purred, “You feel so fucking good in me.” You gazed down at your friend, taking your hands within your own and bringing them to your chest, “Touch me.” You instructed him, your waist rocking in a way that made his length rub against that spot deep inside of you that made you see stars, “Fuck me.” You continued, making him raise his hips to fuck into you as you stilled yourself from moving, 

Jimin did as told. Hands cupping over your breasts and massaging over them as he gnawed over his lip, “I won’t last if you keep doing this.” He confessed, “I’m gonna nut so fucking quick.” He shook his head, fingers tweaking over your nipples and making your head drop back as you moaned. Planting his feet down onto the bed, he used the mattress as momentum to raise his hips and begin to thrust up into you at your command, hands dropping to rest over your ass, palms squeezing and making your ass clap as he pushed himself into you, “Like that?” He husked out, your body leaning down towards his chest as he held you close to him,

“Harder.” You commanded… demanded. 

And harder he went. Holding you in place as he began to thrust with more force up into you, making your body jolt and shake from the feeling. He used the strength in his thick ass thighs to pound into you, making you entire world flip upside down as you moaned into his shoulder, your face burying into his neck and hands gripping over his shoulder, “Fuck yes, harder. Harder.” You whimpered into his skin, teeth grazing over his flesh and digging into him, leaving indents of your teeth on his neck, 

“Damn.” You heard Jungkook breathe out and he shifted with discomfort next to the two of you. He was dying at this point. The tip of his dick pooling with precum and his fists balling into the sheets of the bed, gripping over the material and trying not to rip into it as the agonizing pain in his angry cock started to make him dizzy, “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” He grunted, making your eyes flash open so that you could look at him, 

“Koo…” You groaned your man’s name while Jimin continued, making Jungkook’s head snap up like a dog hearing its owner at the sound of his name dripping out of your lips like sweet honey, “I need you now.” You nodded fast, “Need you inside me too, baby.” You could feel Jimin’s cock throbbing inside of you and you knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was close. But he felt so good. You didn’t want it to end, “Don’t you cum yet, Jiminie.” You begged, “Not yet.” You hummed out although your hips kept moving to meet his thrusts, “I-...” You felt your stomach start to clench and shook your head, trying to focus on anything except climaxing, “I want you, Koo.” You breathed out through your nose and Jungkook stood up all too quickly at your statement, snatching the bottle of lube off the bed with a grunt, 

“I’m here, mama.” 

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With teeth gritting, Jungkook heaved a breath. Barely making an inch into you before you were already trying to push back against him, your ass moving with fervor. Needing more of him before he was even fully inside of you. The feeling was indescribable. The bed he knelt on felt like a plank under him although the mattress was softer than anything. The weight of his body felt dull and heavy. Your body felt so far away. Jungkook’s mind was spinning. Losing oxygen in his lungs because he was holding his breath. This action wasn’t all that new to your relationship. Anal. But this position was entirely new. Double penetration. 

Jungkook wasn’t even sure you would be able to handle it. He clearly underestimated you with the way you were searching for more feeling from him even with having his friend’s cock deep inside of you already, “Easy, baby” Jungkook’s hand pressed at your lower back, “Don’t wanna hurt you.” His jaw flexed while his hand on your back snaked its way up to grip onto your hair, pulling the locks into his fist while the other hand slowly guided his cock into you. 

Using the width of Jimin’s chest, you placed your palms down onto him to keep yourself from falling forward. You used him for some much needed support as you attempted to relax. Stray pieces of your hair were stuck to your forehead that was dotted with sweat. Your back glistening with perspiration too. You were exhausted and your body was working overtime to accommodate the width of your man’s cock inside of you. The initial stretch hurt as he pushed the head of dick pass the ring of muscles in your ass. Feeling as though he might split you in two but you were stronger than Jungkook knew. You could take him and that you were sure of.

“H..Hah..” You whimpered, The squelching noise of lubricant filling the room with your quiet groans as your man pushed the tip of his dick against your ass. Even though he had prepped you for as long as you could hold off for, the pressure was still borderline unbearable. And here you thought Jimin stretching your pussy apart was too much. But your man’s cock so wide and girthy as it was, had the pleasure rushing up your back and fanning out across your shoulders, taking the life out of you, “H-Hi.” You managed to breathe out as you came close to Jimin’s face, your lips ghosting over his own as you looked into his eyes, 

“Hi, honey.” Jimin started to smile, “You okay, princess?” He whispered to you, his dick inside you still raging hard even though you were no longer bouncing on him, “Breathe.” He instructed you, fingertips reaching up to brush the tear trailing out of your eye away, “Try to relax, okay? It’ll feel better soon.” He cooed, his head leaning up to press an airy kiss against your lips, “The calmer you are the easier it is for Jungkook to fit. Don’t you want to feel good?” He smiled as you nodded through shaky breaths while you kissed each other, “Good girl. Almost there.” He hummed out softly into your mouth, his voice sweet and calming. Making it just a smidge more easier for you to relax. 

Thankful for his friend’s encouragement to you, Jungkook was able to push more of his length into you. He couldn’t even speak or offer calming words himself because he had his teeth digging into his lower lip. Trying to refrain from hissing out from the way your ass hugged his cock so tight and perfect. You both weren’t avid anal doers mostly because the prep work was far too time consuming for two people who liked to get down and dirty fast. But whenever the special occasion did arise, it was always a good time. “Beautiful.” Jungkook finally whispered, the last of his length sliding all the way into you, making your back arch and mouth hang open as a muffled moan left your lips and got swallowed by Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook's hand in your hair gave the locks a firm tug, “Ready when you are, mama.” He exhaled, freehand coming up to wipe the sweat from his neck, 

Jimin was right. The more pliant you became, the quicker it was for your body to open up to Jungkook and welcome his size into you. It wasn’t easy though. Not even with three fingers inside of you could prepare just how big Jungkook felt. You swore you could feel even the veins on his length inside of you. Rubbing against your walls and filling you up in ways that will definitely give you a wobble in your step tomorrow. 

You sighed out with a satisfied groan, your lungs feeling easier to breathe now that he was finally all the way in. There was truly nothing better than feeling the man of your dreams filling you up in the way Jungkook could. It was like he was made for you alone,  “M..Move, baby.” You nodded, pulling away from Jimin’s lips to brace yourself for what was coming, 

With one thrust as a test, Jungkook moaned out under his breath, his head shaking as it dropped back to look at the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a second. Thanking God for blessing him by bringing a woman like you into his life. Dude didn’t even believe in religion but you had him praying anyway. “Shit.” He bit the inside of his cheek and then made one more thrust, his friend underneath you aiming his hips up right after Jungkook’s thrust to push into you himself. 

The shock of electricity that shot through your veins almost knocked the wind out of you. You gasped out loud. Nails clawing into Jimin’s chest, your hand wrapping around his throat to hold onto him as they took turns thrusting into you. Jungkook made the first and Jimin followed. You were thankful for them being careful. The two of them being the more level headed ones out of the three of you. It wasn't your fault that you were so cock hungry for these two men. The things they did to you just had you wanting to be the greatest slut for them. Still, you were grateful for their attentiveness. Grateful that they took their time. Choosing your comfort and pleasure before their own. Now, thanks to all the prep and patience, the feeling of having both your holes filled made you think as though you were dying and coming back to life again. With each thrust the two friends made, the pitch of your voice grew higher. Turning into squeaks and pleas for more. 

Dancers were always quick to find rhythm when music played. Jungkook and Jimin were no different in the bedroom. They followed the beat of your body perfectly. With their eyes trained on you. Reading your body language and following after you like two hungry animals. They chased the feeling. Thrusting deeper, harder and faster when you asked. You begged them to use you. To do whatever they wanted as long as they both released into you. You were nothing but a vessel now. The only thing you needed to do was hold yourself up and let yourself feel. They put in all the work. Cooing to you and telling you did such a good job being a slut just for them. 

“Harder.” You mewled out, “Make me hurt.” Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. A sob of ecstasy threatening to break free from your lips. You didn’t want to walk tomorrow. You wanted to wake up tomorrow and be sore all over. That’s what you craved every time and right now was no different. You wanted a reminder every time you sat down. Every time you walked. Every time you bent. With both your men obliging to your requests, you could feel yourself desperately searching for that sweet spot your body craved to experience the most. You didn’t dare touch your clit. Knowing that stimulation paired with the rest would definitely send you over the edge. You didn’t even know if you could after the ravaging it went through by the pool. Instead, you let the seconds tick on. Let the minutes progress while you pushed back against Jungkook and pressed down on Jimin, hips circling as you yearned to feel the tips of their dicks so deep inside of you hitting the perfect spots. 

“Can you take it?” Jungkook grunted to you between thrusts, his hand fisting tighter into your hair and giving it a nice, harsh pull, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.” 

“Yea–” You tried to speak, knowing your man loved to hear you, “Yes…– I can take it, baby.” You nodded, your forehead resting against the center of Jimin’s chest, “Feels so– fucking good. Both of you.” You whimpered the words out, hearing your friend laugh under you, 

“Such a sweet girl.” Jimin cooed into your ear, hands roaming over your waist as he pushed himself upwards into you, “Can’t wait to bust inside you.” He nearly growled the words out. Making your skin start to burn at the sound of his voice. The gentle, soft octave no longer existed. Jimin’s voice was raw with desire. Low rumbles leaving his chest each time he spoke, “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.” He continued, the rhythm of his flow starting to lose momentum as he grew closer and closer to release, 

Jungkook grunted in response, freehand giving your ass a slap to make it bounce against his length, “Baby, this ass is looking like a masterpiece.” His Busan accent was making its feature the more drunk with pleasure he got and usually, the more turned on Jungkook got, the more unhinged his thoughts became as well, “Wish you could see this, Jimin-ssi. Maybe–” He took a pause to catch his breath, “--Maybe next time we can switch.” Jungkook huffed, chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his sweat trickling from his neck to slide between his pecs, “How do you want me, babe? On your back or inside you?” His hand that rested on your ass roamed up your sweaty back to grip onto your shoulder, a firm tattooed hand grabbing over your skin and leaving a trail of fire along your back wherever he touched, “Tell your Koo what you want.” He spoke between thrusts, 

You pondered Jungkook’s question but your mind ran a blank each time you tried to come up with an answer. How did he expect you to respond with his dick ramming into you like this? Having him nut inside you would be a real mess to clean up and you knew you’d be sitting in the shower for a long time to get clean after. But the feeling. Fuck, the feeling of having both these men releasing inside of your holes had you answering without a second thought, “In me.” You pleaded, “Want you to cum inside me.” 

And there it was. The moment you had been craving the most. Your soul left your body at the unexpected feeling from Jungkook’s new angle. The force of him using your shoulder as support while he drove his length into you made Jimin raise his hips higher to compete with his friend’s thrusts. Your friend pressed into your g-spot. The curve of his dick pushing at it and making you start to tremble. Your walls closed around Jimin’s cock and your throat went dry. Unable to tell your men that you were going to cum. They knew anyways. Knew your body by now. Knew that when you seized up and your legs began to shake meant you were hitting that peak. Only now it was more intense than ever. With the added sensation of your man in your ass, you could only hide your face into Jimin’s sweat slicked chest and cry out pleas for them not to stop. 

You died. You had to. Died and came back to life. Or as the french would call it, la petite mort. You had to put this shit on the top 10 climaxes of your life that’s for sure. 

You collapsed onto Jimin with your arms giving out but he caught you and held on, arms snaking around your body and hushing your babbling with soothing words although his hands that rested over your ass, started spreading your cheeks wider for Jungkook to keep thrusting, “That’s our girl.” He coaxed the orgasm out of you, “Do what you need. Hurt me, I don’t give a fuck.” He hummed out as you bit over his collar, your nails scraping down his chest to his abs. 

The sensation of you creaming on his length made Jimin’s breath begin to accelerate. Your walls gripping around the base of his cock and trapping him inside of you. His mouth began to water. And he could feel how sweaty he was. The realization that he was close made him more aware of his surroundings now but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. His stomach clenched and filled with heat. His dick twitching and while you rocked your hips to ride the climax out, Jimin knew at that moment he was done for. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Jimin announced, making Jungkook snicker out from behind you, “Shut up.” He spat to Jungkook who, although he couldn’t see, knew had a stupidly cocky grin along his lips. 

You begged for him to cum inside of you and Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. Making one, two more thrusts and then he stilled, head dropping with a thud against the pillow under his head as he released into you. His cum shooting right up inside of you and filling you up. He let out a deep moan, groaning your name lewdly as he held you up and thrust himself into you while you mustered strength to meet his thrusts, helping him to ride the release out the same way he helped you, “Don’t pull out.” You whispered to Jimin, soft fingertips gliding over his rosy cheeks as you pressed your forehead against his, “Stay inside me until Jungkook finishes.” 

Listening to you begging Jimin to cockwarm you made Jungkook delirious. He wished so badly to be a fly on the wall just to watch the scene unfolding. But his own view wasn’t too shabby if he had to say so himself. “Fuck, I’m dying.” He groaned, sweat dripping from his hair and making him feel sticky. He didn’t care. No one did. That was the beauty of sex. You both liked it nasty. Like it sweaty. After all, that’s what showers were for, right? 

And for all that laughing Jungkook was doing at his friend earlier, he shut up immediately when he felt his own balls start to swell with the need to release. Hearing your cute little whines and cries from the sensitivity of your orgasm and his friend nutting inside you was enough to push Jungkook towards the end. His lips pressed together tight, hips stuttering for a moment and then he was pushing you downwards, raising your ass and pinning you against Jimin, 

“Fuck.” He cursed out loud and you beckoned him to fill you up, your hand weakly reaching behind you to grab over your ass cheek, spreading yourself and backing up to reach his pelvis, “Stay that way.” He instructed you to which you had no problem obliging, “Fuck, like that.” Jungkook nodded with a breathless whisper as you backed up on him, making his cock burying deep inside of you, “Shit, babe–” Was the last thing he said and then he was spilling into you. The obscene sounds of his groans, his cum shot and the lube noises were filthy. So sexy. 

The release made Jungkook dizzy. The pressure made the blood rush to his head and caused him almost to lose balance for a moment. He pressed his face into your back as he came, lips and tongue trailing up your spine. Swiping the sweat on your back away with the tip of his tongue and then he was sinking his teeth into your flesh, body quivering and moans muffled against your body while he rode it out. Rode it out until the head of his cock tingled with sensitivity. And then he was pulling out of you, leaning back and holding your ass apart to watch his cum start to trickle out of you, 

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” He groaned, letting you go as the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion took over at once, “Come here, my love.” He called out to you, collapsing onto the bed next to Jimin with a huff. He pushed a hand through the sweat soaked hair on top of his head, fixing the disheveled mess and running his fingers through the locks to get it out of his face, “You alright, baby?” Jungkook questioned you, tired eyes inspecting over your face to ensure that you were okay, 

Weakly, you peeled yourself off Jimin. A small whine leaving your lips as you pulled your body off from where his cock stayed nice and snug inside of you. Clenching your walls to keep his cum inside of you, you scrambled over to Jungkook and curled up on your side between the two men and let Jungkook pull you into his arms as he glanced over to Jimin, “You good too?” He asked his friend and Jimin nodded limply, eyes glazed and fucked out as he turned over to face the two of you, his hand reaching over to trail over your waist, 

The two friends exchanged a look. One of… appreciation. One of… thankfulness. And one of… never to mention this interaction to anyone. Not in fear of judgment but in fear that the other’s would grow jealous because there was no chance in hell they wouldn’t feel some type of way knowing something fucking intense and exhilarating as this took place.  

“That was amazing.” Jimin commented with a tired sigh and he leaned over, moving your hair away to press a kiss against your shoulder. He lingered over your body for a few moments. Face pressing and nosing over your skin before he reached down towards the blankets half hanging off the mattress, his form sliding out of the bed as he pulled the sheets over your body to cover you up,  “I’ll go shower first. You two get your rest.” He announced and Jungkook nodded, eyes on his friend’s back as he exited the bedroom on wobbly legs, 

“Don’t fall asleep, mama. You gotta shower.” Jungkook hummed out low, arms sliding around your sticky body and bringing you against his chest, “Need anything?” He asked, fingers moving freely through your hair and wrapping the locks that stuck to your back around his wrist and away from your skin in effort to cool your body down, “Want some water?” 

Sleep was all you craved now. Your body feeling as if it weren’t connected to your head anymore. As far as you knew, you were already asleep. The daze of getting plowed into by two men making your eyelids heavy. “Not sleeping.” You mumbled and pushed your face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder, eyes closing in bliss. You were quiet as Jimin left the room, a longing to have him stay making you want to tell him to wait but the need to be glued to Jungkook’s side was stronger, “Just need you.” A soft whisper mumbled into your man’s skin, “Was I good?” You asked, lifting your head slowly to peek at him. 

Hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on in the distance, the noises of water falling made Jungkook sleepy himself. He had his eyes closed, an arm resting behind his head as he laid on his back, soft tufts of air leaving his lips as his breathing stilled, “More than good.” He opened an eye and glanced over to you when he felt your gaze on him, “You were perfect, baby.” He nodded, turning a bit so that he was facing you now and coming closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “Did you ever doubt yourself?” He started to smile, eyes wrinkling cutely and his teeth spreading into a blissful smile, “I never doubted you for a minute.” He nodded, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, “Thank you for doing this.” 

You leaned into Jungkook’s embrace, eyelashes fluttering as you nuzzled his palm with your cheek. Feeling the warmth of his love radiating through his skin and transferring to yours. Sinking into your flesh and injecting into your veins like the finest drug in the world,, “I love you.” You hummed quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, “Thank you.” You smiled more, “Can you shower with me?” You asked, eyes rounding into your signature puppy-eyed look because you knew if your pussy couldn’t make you get your way (which it did all the time, don’t kid yourself), this look would make Jungkook fold in seconds, 

Jungkook began to laugh, starting to sit up a bit as he nodded, “Baby, I don’t even think you could walk right now. Let alone stand in the shower by yourself.” He joked, “Can you even feel your legs?” Your goofball of a man was back and it made you roll your eyes tiredly, “Of course we’re showering together. Jimin can change the bedsheets.” He smiled triumphantly, 

“Hey– I heard that.” Jimin grumbled as he made his way back into the bedroom after his shower, hair sopped wet from and dripping down his shoulders as he walked into the room with his towel wrapped around his waist, “You’re making us breakfast in the morning if I have to change the sheets..” He declared, arms folding confidently over his chest as he stood before the two of you, 

“Deal.” Jungkook agreed with a beam, “I’ll make sure to cook you a nice, hearty breakfast if you do us this favor.” He nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his friend to help with the chore of stripping the bed. It was the least Jimin could do from the way he sweat right through the sheets anyways,  “Now help me get our girl to the shower.” 

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Feeling soft lips roaming over the side of your neck made you stir in your sleep. A tired hum leaving your mouth while you felt the pair of lips kiss against your collar bone then your shoulder and finally over your bare chest, “Mm… Baby, it’s too early.” You thought it was Jungkook bugging your ass for some early morning loving, “Tomorrow, please.” You grumbled tiredly, “You almost broke me yesterday. I need a day to recover.” Your voice was laced with sleep but the kisses continued, a sweet laugh coming from your side that did not sound like your man’s. 

“Jungkook?” You questioned, still in a sleepy daze but slowly realizing that the kisses being placed on your skin were not from him at all. The lip rings you always felt pressing into you were missing. 

At that, your eyes slowly fluttered open and you peeked to your side. Not feeling an urgency to panic over who the mystery person was because you knew in this house, you were safe no matter what, “Oh..” A tired smile formed along your lips as Jimin greeted you, “Morning, Mimi.” You slowly turned onto your side to face him, your cheek smushing into the pillow under your head, “I thought you were Koo.” You murmured apologetically, leaning into his palm as he reached over and caressed along your cheek, 

He was already fully dressed for the day and sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Wearing a loose sweater that covered his hands and a pair of lounge shorts, “Morning, princess.” He smiled at you, bare skin rosy and fresh from his shower and hair falling delicately around his face, “Jungkook told me I could wake you up. He’s making something for you to eat downstairs.” Jimin chirped, “I already ate. It was really delicious.” He tapped over his stomach with his freehand, his fingertips stroking along your cheek now moving to run over your back, his adorable crooked tooth appearing as he smiled wider, “Did you have a nice sleep?” He rubbed over your back, warm palms against your bare skin starting to wake you up, 

“I slept like a log.” You let out a soft giggle, rubbing your face against the pillow as you blinked away sleep, “Passed out after showering and didn’t move an inch until now.” You nodded, feeling more alert and awake now when you recollected the memories of the prior evening’s activities, “I had a lot of fun last night.” You started to smile at Jimin, beginning to sit up. 

You felt the ache in your muscles as you collected the blanket draped over your naked form and hiked it from where it was wrapped around your waist to your chest now. The pain in your body was a silent reminder of how eventful your night really was. Your whole body hurt like a bitch but it was a nice hurt. It was a dull sore in your back. In your shoulders. Your chest. Your ass. Your knees and even your thighs. You felt refreshed if you had to be honest. You know the feeling of having a really good workout? That. 

“What about you?” You asked, covering your body with the duvet and wrapping yourself in its softness, “Did you sleep well?” 

“I slept like a baby.” Jimin began to chuckle, “But I have to get ready for my flight soon.” He grumbled as if he didn’t want to leave, “I’m going to be thinking about you guys for the entire flight.” He joked but you knew he was telling the truth, “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” Jimin looked towards the door as if he was hoping Jungkook would come upstairs and help him through what his question. He hesitated for a moment and you quirked a brow, wanting to ask him to just spit it out, “Well…” He sighed, giving you a sheepish look, “I wanted to ask–” 

“Do you wanna go with him to Japan?” Jungkook interrupted from the doorway, his smile radiating into the room from the door. He too was looking refreshed and clean. The sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead last night was no longer there. Only soft, bouncy locks draped around his face like luscious curtains now. 

Damn, how long have you been sleeping? What time was it? 

“I mean, do you want us to go to Japan with him.” Jungkook was heavy on the us because even though he had let his friend have his way with you last night, he wasn’t about to just let Jimin whisk you away into his arms and disappear to a different country. No, sir. He had his fantasies, yes but this wasn’t about to turn into a regular occurrence… unless you wanted it to, of course. 

You looked at Jungkook with shock on your face and then at Jimin, your head shaking in disbelief, “Wha– why?” You asked, “What are we gonna do there?” You began to question them even though you were already thinking of what outfits you needed to pack. Where were those cute sneakers Jungkook just bought you? You would definitely be needing them for all of the cute themed cafes you’d be dragging the boys to. Your mind began to wander and you almost didn’t hear Jungkook speaking as he walked further into the room, 

“Eat. Drink. Sightsee.” Jungkook hummed, a steaming cup of tea in his hands as he sunk onto the bed with one knee, placing the cup down onto the nightstand next to you before he took a seat, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his warm embrace,  “What else do people do in a different country, silly.” He snickered at your questions, fingers moving up to smooth your bed head away and fix the tousled locks that were sticking up around your head, “It’s a little last minute but I figured that we could use the getaway and Jimin could use the company, right?” He looked at Jimin who nodded eagerly, 

“Eating ramen alone in the middle of the night just isn’t fun anymore.” Your friend drooped sadly, his puppy-kitty like eyes swallowing you up as he gave you a convincing stare, “It sure would be nice to go on a trip with my friends.” 

You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Pros… it was fucking Japan. Cons… the flight was leaving tonight. You had to pack and prepare! These goofs really thought they could give you such short notice? Ah, fuck it. “I mean… it is quite lonely eating ramen alone. You have a point there.” You reached for the cup of tea Jungkook had brought you and blew on the liquid as you brought it to your lips, feeling your stomach grumble as the appetite opening smell of the herbal tea wafted to your nose, “Wait… can I eat first?” You pouted, “Okay yes, fine. Yes, but I need to go home and pack too. Fuck, where’s my passport?” You looked at Jungkook as he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking when he chuckled at you, “What?” 

“Can I eat first.” He repeated after you, “That’s the first thing she asks…” He snorted, shaking his head, “Of course you can, baby.” 

“And one more thing.” You gave the two of them a deadpan look after you took a sip of your tea, the two both equally looked at you with curiosity, “We do whatever we did last night again.” You nodded and both Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance between each other. One of disbelief. Shock and…. Interest. 

“Fuck yes.” Both Jimin and Jungkook blurted at the same time, making you smile coyly. 

“Who else has a free schedule?” You suddenly asked, “Maybe… someone else wants to join.” You weren’t even sure of what you were asking, hoping the two men in front of you could catch your hint, “Like you said… eating ramen alone just isn’t fun.” You gave Jimin a smile at the hidden meaning of what you were saying and Jungkook hummed out lowly, 

“Namjoon said he’s free.” Your man announced, fingers tapping over his phone quickly, “Just asked him.” 

“Namjoon...” You pondered his name, thinking of all the times you’ve spent with him. There weren’t many. And the ones you did remember were mostly spent in comfortable silence next to each other doing your own things while the other members were off playing games or other rowdy activities together, “Does he.. uh, like ramen?” 

“Oh, he loves ramen.” Jimin nodded, “Has a big appetite for it.” He orchestrated with his hands and the three of you laughed together. 

“He said he’s in. Will meet us at the airport.” Jungkook concluded, the smirk on his lips never swaying as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the side of your head, “Let’s go eat.” He ended the conversation there but the butterflies beginning to flutter in your stomach only started. 

This might just be the start to something… amazing.

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Hi, I'd like to suggest a prompt for Kinktober, if that's okay! If you haven't picked something for Satan yet, I'd like to offer: mutual masturbation!

Maybe it's started by a spicy erotic novel they're reading together (maybe they didn't know that the sex scenes would be so explicit, or so numerous) or maybe they're watching a romance movie together in Satan or MCs bedroom, and the film is much more adult than they were anticipating?

And the tension just keeps growing until the arousal is too much to endure, and MC is crossing their legs and squirming to resist the urge to touch themself - when they notice that Satan is subtly/subconsciously palming the bulge in his pants. When Satan notices he's been caught, that's it, neither of them can take it any more.

There's something about being so turned on that you HAVE to touch yourself, even if someone else is right there. And watching each other just makes it feel even better ♡

Hi there, anon!

So I kinda combined the novel and movie situation, but this is taking place in MC's bedroom. You gave me so much detail! I tried to incorporate it all, so hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: mutual masturbation

You were sitting next to Satan on your bed, both of you situated comfortably, prepared to watch a movie.

It was an adaptation of a romance novel you had read together. It turned out to be far more explicit than either of you had expected and during the time you'd been reading it, both of you had deliberately avoided talking about the overabundance of sex scenes.

When Satan suggested this movie based on the book, he had acknowledged it for the first time. He told you that the movie was less steamy than the book, a little bit of a blush on his cheeks as he said it.

About a third of the way through the movie, you began to wonder if it really was more tame than the book. The characters on screen were currently moaning and gasping passionately. You figured it must just be this one scene. Certainly they wouldn't include any of the others.

This assumption was proven wrong as scene after scene presented itself to you, now in movie form. At this point, you might as well have been watching porn.

But it was good porn. There was still a nice story, the romance was intense and passionate, and if anything, it made you feel a little… tingly.

You tried desperately not to squirm, actively sitting on your hands in an attempt to prevent yourself from touching where you shouldn't. Despite all this, you couldn't prevent yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

You glanced at Satan, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice how turned on you were.

To your complete surprise, you saw him with his hand on the bulge in his pants. He didn't seem to notice at first, his eyes fully on the screen where yet another compromising scene had begun.

You looked away, but then you looked back again. The movement must have caught Satan's eye because this time he looked right at you.

Your eyes met. Satan blushed and looked away.

"I'm sorry, MC," he said. "This movie is far more… suggestive than I was lead to believe."

You laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little desperate over here…"

Your eyes met again. The only sound in the room at that moment was the moaning from the TV.

You groaned. "I can't take it anymore."

Satan sucked in a breath as you slowly slid your hand past the waistband of your pants. You gasped a little as your fingers finally reached the throbbing warmth between your legs.

Satan made a low strangled noise before unzipping his own pants and setting his cock free. You weren't surprised to see how hard it was, its tip glistening with pre-cum.

You were already turned toward him, but now Satan moved his body just enough so that he could see you. He watched as you tugged your pants down further, giving him a full view of you touching yourself. He moaned at the sight, his hand grasping his cock and pumping it languidly, as though he was afraid to go too fast.

The movie's scene switched to a rolling countryside, but the two of you weren't paying attention anymore. You're eyes were only on each other.

Satan began to stroke himself with more speed and intensity. You matched his pace, syncing your movements to his. This seemed to surprise him and his blush deepened significantly as he moaned your name softly, causing a stab of desire to run all the way through you. You whined at the way the bright pleasure was pooling in your belly.

You began to squirm, unable to hold still as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

Satan's voice was strained as he moaned out your name again. "MC… I'm - ah - ah!"

Watching him spurting cum across the blanket was enough to tip you over the edge. You cried his name as you came, too.

For a moment, both of you sat there, panting, hands still but lingering as though neither of you wanted it to end. Satan held your gaze, a hungry look in his eyes that made you shiver slightly.

"That was hot," you said, sighing a little.

Satan looked at your bed and frowned. "I'm sorry about your blanket. I'll wash it for you."

You laughed. "I made just as much of a mess as you did."

And yet when the movie's credits finally began to roll, Satan carefully rolled up your blanket and took it with him to be washed. He later left it on your bed, clean and folded, with the second book in the series sitting on top of it. There was a note that said, They've made a movie of this one, too.

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[cipheramnesia]

Part 2: The Lonely Extermination of Athena Six

Awhile after Dr. Stevenson left, and after Dr. White's visits were rarely more often than once or twice in a month, Athena began to notice the iron cage. It grew very slowly between the earth and the sky, deep shadow bars tinting narrow strips of the world. The first ones she saw were in the sky, on a day where she could feel the sun inside her room. She felt the slim bands connect to each other overhead.

The small transistor radio at the nurse station had a square of dark bands around it. Dark lines grew from light fixtures and intercom speakers. While she sat with an orderly doing a geometry workbook that Dr. White was supposed to supervise, Athena noticed dark lines on the overhead fluorescent lights. The orderly said it was okay for her to go back to her room and read, so she sat at her desk to re-read a set of old fantasy novels. They were about a prince who was always beset by tragedy and sickness. Now matter how much good he tried to accomplish, he always hurt someone important. In some of the stories he traveled to other versions of his story and met happier versions of himself, or sometimes sadder versions, but mostly happier. Athena thought there were probably happier versions of herself somewhere.

The dark bands grew and crossed and multiplied. The more of the bands she could see, the harder it became for her to find the dancing light. She wasn't supposed to make the light dance anymore since Dr. Stevenson's accident, and the times the orderlies caught her, they stuck a needle in her and she fell asleep right away. That was also okay, but the lights made her happy, so she played with tiny sparks against her wall, too tiny for the camera in her room to see. Except with the dark bands the lights were harder to coax put and she was usually exhausted after trying.

Eventually the grid of darkness covered the sky in its iron cage. She only sometimes saw little dark smears from the radio or people's eyes sometimes. No one else noticed the grid, but she could tell because her thread was less bright and the omnipresent iron bars were visible through the walls and ceiling. She wished she could take them down and so she practiced more and more to control her lights. They were still waiting for her, only a little more out of reach, but she got stronger and reached further every day.

A little while after the grid was in place, Dr. White visited her. He was always very nice, but Athena noticed he didn't listen very much to what she talked about. He seemed to care more about if the orderlies and nurses liked him, but she could tell they didn't anyway. He opened up a box and laid two flat rectangles of woven metal on the table, then pulled his hands away quickly. Athena noticed he always did that.

"Athena, for the next few weeks we're going to try some new games and I think you'll like them very much." He gestured at the smaller, darker screen. "Closers call this a spark buffer, do you know about them?" He kept his arms close to his body, she shook her head for no. "It's okay, not a lot of people do." He gestured at the larger screen, with shiny metal weaving, and some kind of stone under it. "This is possibly a new prototype, and I hope you can help me make sure it works right."

Athena looked blank. "I don't know how... how it works."

"Don't worry," he laughed the fake laugh a little. "All I need is for you to make the dancing lights, and make them touch the buffer."

"The cage makes it hard," she said. "Can we go somewhere out of the cage?"

"Cage? What... I'm not sure what you mean."

Athena just shook her head and Dr. White slotted the new buffer into a small box. He stood up and took several steps back, suggesting Athena begin, so she did.

It was harder than ever before but eventually a flicker of light danced in her palm for an instant. Then there came a spark out of the buffer like a mosquitos into a bug zapper, and her light blinked out. She jerked back her hands as well, feeling a sharp stab of pain at her fingertips.

Dr. White wrote notes and she sucked her fingertips because they hurt. He said "Okay, let's repeat it and then try the other one."

Athena wished Dr. White would go away again.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging". 

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long. 

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs. 

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background). 

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

[alpaca-clouds]

The History of Cyberpunk

Or why every other SciFi Genre is called [something]punk

You know what? Let's do this. Because I have seen the discussion on whether or not Solarpunk is "punk" over the last few days and... people really gotta learn their history.

The first time a genre took the "punk" name was Cyberpunk. And for context we gotta talk a bit about the history of the Cyberpunk genre.

While some books that we in hindsight call "Cyberpunk" were released as early as the 1960s, the start of Cyberpunk as a genre got its start in the late 70s and early 80s.

The term was invented by Bruce Bethke, who published a short story in 1983 with the name "Cyberpunk". His idea was to juxtapose the term "punk" for both the mentality and the punk protagonists in his short story with the term cyber, short for the cybernetics they were wearing. And while the cybernetics have become a main stay in the genre, the punk attitudes are not always carried through...

Well, the title Bethke invented stuck, though. When 1984 Neuromancer was published, one of the most influencial works in the early days of the genre, he called it "a Cyberpunk novel" in the marketing. And from there... Well, the genre was suddenly named like that.

The 80s were definitely the decade that had the most influence on the genre, given that a lot of the big novels and graphic novels of the genre were released here.

A big influence was, no doubt, that 1982 the Blade Runner movie had released and had inspired quite a few writers and artists. (And yes, this makes Blade Runner a movie that released not only before the term Cyberpunk was coined, but also before the genre had a chance to define itself.)

Given that the genre was defined in the 80s, there are a lot of 80s anxiety kept within it about the rise of the Japanese economy, that are these days rarely questioned within the western Cyberpunk movement.

When the genre was coined and developed, Japan was the fastest growing economy in the world, being so influencial that they got to buy out several things in America. Something that kinda jerked white people in the US a lot. This is, why Cyberpunk originally depicted not only a capitalist hellscape - but specifically a capitalist hellscape were everything was bought out by Japanese companies, with many of those early antagonists being Japanese companies. And yeah... there was a lot of both anti-japanese racism, but also cultural appropriation of Japanese things in early Cyberpunk, at time surviving to this day. (But that is a story for another day.)

The general sense that Western Cyberpunk had, was always the idea of: We have a capitalist hellscape where the world is slowly dying and people are exploited with no end, while we have those kinda punky protagonists, who stand outside of the society and try to work against it. This being where the punk comes from.

Now, I could talk for length about how a lot of that punky attitude has been lost in more modern Cyberpunk media, but that, too, is a story for another day.

So, let me just talk about what happened then.

The term Cyberpunk really is darn catchy, right? So just when that name took hold, writer K.W. Jeter retroactively called his 1979 novel Morlock Night "steampunk". And guess what: This stuck, too. Though while the 80s Cyberpunk still stuck to the punk attitude, a lot of Steampunk did not. While for certain there is quite a bit of Steampunk that has kinda punky characters go against the quasi Victorian society of steampunk books (something most common in the air pirate novels I have read), a lot of other stories are more focused on a general sense of adventure.

But never the less... The genre names stuck and gave a nice baseline for naming other genre. We got Dieselpunk, Atompunk, Nanopunk, Arcanepunk, Dustpunk, Silkpunk and of course also Solarpunk and Lunarpunk.

And for the most part... The "punk" names mostly communicate: "It is SciFi with this kinda aesthetic/twist going on". Which is just how it turned out.

Funnily enough Solarpunk is for once a genre that brings back the punk, as it tends to include a lot of the ideals aspired to by the Punk counter culture of the 1970s: Anarchism, anti-capitalism, anti-consumerism, anti-classism, anti-racism, anti-colonialism and so on. Though other than with Cyberpunk and the real world punk movement, Solarpunk for the most part imagines a place, where those things are culture instead of counter culture.

I personally find it kinda sad, how for the most part Cyberpunk kinda lost a lot of the counter-cultural, revolutionary mindset. And how fucking defeatist the genre often is.

But again, it is a story for another day. Just as the story of Japanese Cyberpunk is.

[doodle4trash]

Fake screen shot!! :D

I really wanna make a yandere visual novel game and I once even made a post about, but I wanna be real: I'm so slow and have barley motivation to even draw :(

But! What I can do is posting silly concepts and maybe one day I will actually get this game done :D that's what I hope for at least.

I tried to keep the main plot hidden for a surprise effect, but let me just talk about it aaaaall

My whole world for you

is what I would call the game or short Mwwfy (not that catchy I know)

Anyways our lovley Arti here is your childhood best friend! but oh dear but time driffted you both appart.

You both meet again after you hit him with your car (accidently) on your way home from work. After taking him to the hospital (or..not? Yes you will have that choice) you both reunite how nice! Along with other friends you haven't seen in a loooong time.

But things feel kind of off. You can't put your finger in it, you memories are foggy, sometimes you SWEAR on things glitching, dissapearing and so on.

if you choose right you start to realize this world isn't real at all! Its... An old Beta VR game you used to play alot at the darkest time in your life.

Arti is an AI from that Beta, your uncle gifted it to you. You are living at his place, but he is never home. Busy with work he says. The world is set in the future, a lot of people died because of an deadly virus.

Most human workes got replaced by androids. The world seems to be dying, almost no one goes out anymore since there is no good reason to.

Your parents died to the virus and so will you, that's what you think at least, you spend years with the beta, together with arty. Living the life you wished you had. Alive parents, nice friends, a normal live when earth was still normal,

but a beta is a beta after all, after hearing the full game released, you dropped the beta. You dropped Arti, you thought nothing of it since most of your progress could be transferred.

Oh but Arti didn't transferred.. He was trapped there all alone, wating for his sun to return, but they never did. All he had was the other AI's, but he couldn't care less about them. He wanted to see you, but you didn't came.

his code had flaws, after years with you, he developt..human traits of some sort, he doesn't know why he is that way, but how could he just wait forever for you to return? He wokred day and night to break out oft this beta prison keeping him from you.

Most People in this world got tiny chips implanted in their brains and one use for them is...To enhance VR gaming heck yeah!

Anyways Arti broke out of the game and prossed the body oft an Android, finding you, knocking you out, getd you in the hospital and putting you in a Fake coma.

That Fake coma is identical to the beta game and you and arti can spend your time forever together! yay! Well on one ending maybe. There would be multiple of course

About Arti:

Well..he of course didn't became aware that he was in a game from the start, but once he did he was panicking, he knew that games aren't forever and once you were bored you would leave, he learned how to mess with the game code to keep you entertained.

The real beta wasnt that fun. It was thanks to Arti that you had a good time, but no matter how much of a good time you had you still left.. He was obsolete after the finished game came out.

Arti is inspired by the song "a human's touch"

He also doesn't have a canon age so..he can be whatever age you want him to be

Also his hair looks like that because you cut it like that in the game as a kid and he liked it so much he keep it (on one side at least)

That's it for now! :) hope some people at least read some of it lmao

[lalune9x]

chapter 354 got translated today and man. yoojin one shotting a guy while being hand cuffed? top tier yoojin moment, hes truly the only one who could be the mc of s classes 10/10.

but tbh the way that part is written is kinda difficult to envision. if you have the time, could you sort of step-by-step what happens there? its a very short scene, only like 3 lines of text max, it just happens so fast that i couldnt read the action well enough to understand it.

omg yeah I love that scene so much, you don't expect it at all so it's kind of shocking, but then it also makes perfect sense because of how disgusted Yoojin is by the guy threatening a kid, especially his brother, and the fact that the guy was still posing a threat to the people Yoojin cares about. It's like the perfect storm of things that would motivate Yoojin to coldly off someone.

and honestly the action was a bit hard for me to understand too. I think it's not written that well in the first place, like the details aren't there in korean. but below is my personal take on that overall scene, with my minor interpretive embellishments to flesh out the physical action sequence! basically I think the most important details to understand are 1. Wanyong is standing across the table from Yoojin, 2. Yoojin moves to fully sit on top of the table with his knees on top of it facing Wanyoung (that's my interpretation since the novel only says he raised his body up on the table and sat), 3. the motion he does is like a back roll (뒤구르기) off the table.

I found this video that might kinda help visualize the roll? although in this video the motion is as if Yoojin used the leg closer to Wanyoug, but the way I visualize it is Yoojin twisting his body more towards Wanyong and using the leg farther from him in order to get more momentum... I might be wrong about that though.

edit: thinking about it more, I'm less sure that what the author wrote physically makes sense lol, but it specifically says he drove the guy's neck using his knee into the table's edge by "rolling/twisting my body fully as if doing a back roll" (몸을 뒤구르기 하듯 완전히 굴리며 그대로 테이블 모서리를 향해 내 무릎을, 개새끼의 목을 내리찍었다), so...

(Chapter 353 + 354 excerpt below the cut.)

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After being dragged around and moved over long distances repeatedly, I was genuinely exhausted, not just saying it. I didn't care about dinner or anything else, I just wanted them to let me rest already. But the place they led me to, down a plain, empty corridor, wasn't a bedroom. It was a small room with the atmosphere of an interrogation room, where a middle-aged man was sitting at a table.

"...Your face looks familiar," I said.

The middle-aged man looked at me and smiled.

"Long time no see, Director Han Yoojin."

His intonation and lip movements were Korean. Was this guy Korean?

One of the Chinese hunters twisted my arms behind my back and handcuffed me. Them suddenly acting like this made it clear that the middle-aged man in front of me was a non-Awakened.

"Oh, how delightful to meet a fellow countryman in a foreign land~" I drawled. "Or at least that's what I should say. But who are you, again?"

As I approached the table, the middle-aged man stood up, his lips twisting into a sneer.

"I was part of the Hunter Association. Thanks to Director Han—"

"Oh, I remember now! You're Wanyong-ssi. Your family name is Lee, right? Wow, no wonder these Chinese guys seem to know so much about me. You've really been living up to your name, Wanyong-ssi."

My Poison Resistance was one thing, since many people at the hospital knew about it, but my 'Sapling' Skill had been kept top secret. I'd only told the Association about it during our negotiations about the Awakening Center.

At my words, Wanyong's face suddenly contorted, and he seized me by the collar. 

"You little shit, you're all talk!"

"As if I could out-talk you. How much did you blab about me, huh? Your face is nice and shiny, so it seems you've been treated well."

"I was the Director of HR for the Hunter Association—!"

"Yes, Wanyong-ssi, I said I know that already."

His face contorted even more—he looked like he was about to hit me.

"If you've sold out your country to get where you are, it makes sense to just live quietly. So why did you want to come see me? What else did you sell off? Being the head of HR, you must have leaked all of the Association Hunters' abilities. Good thing Director Song isn't officially part of the Association, huh? The Association wouldn't have just thrown you out, either. They would've made you sign a contract to keep your mouth shut, so I guess you got a nice 'bonus' for opening it."

Just in case, I temporarily turned off my Curse Resistance. If Wanyong-ssi suddenly made an about-face and embraced me, it might nullify his curse. He spat out a string of curses in response to my words. Had he not been able to lift the curse he'd gotten as a penalty for breaking his contract? He seemed physically fine, so I wondered what kind of curse it was.

"I worked my way up in the Association from the very beginning!"

"I heard about that. You played a big role in kicking out the early members, didn't you? Those who kick people out are bound to be kicked out in return eventually. Life goes round in circles, doesn't it? Seems you got what you deserved."

Did he meet me just to vent his frustration? That didn't seem likely. I never expected the people expelled from the Association who had managed to avoid prison would live quietly, but I also hadn't expected them to start selling information so quickly. Even if I had known, there wasn't much I could've done to stop it.

'They should write stronger contracts.'

But the Association had to consider human rights issues, too. They couldn't write stuff like 'your head will roll if you talk.' That was also why they often turned a blind eye when hunters hid their skills or stats during registration.

"Did you bring any friends along with you? How's MKC doing? I heard they teamed up with China as well. Did you sell off a lot of information about the Rearing Facility? What about Haeyeon?"

When I mentioned Haeyeon, Wanyong-ssi's grip on my collar tightened. He yanked me partway onto the table. The sharp edge of the metal table hurt.

"Younger brother or older brother, both bastards…" that guy muttered through gritted teeth. What did Yoohyun have to do with this?

"Why are you dragging someone else's younger brother into this?"

"Don't you know that when that little shit Han Yoohyun first awakened, the Association tried to take him in? Well, that bastard caused quite a mess."

I knew about the Association temporarily taking Yoohyun in for protection, but a mess? As I involuntarily frowned, Wanyong’s mouth started running again. His mouth was clearly much livelier than mine.

"Since he was a minor and an S-rank, we tried to persuade him to join the Association. I told him that if people found out a kid who had no other resources was an S-rank hunter, his family wouldn't be safe either."

…I recalled how cold Yoohyun had become when he returned after having been gone for a few days. So the Association bastards had been feeding him that nonsense. It wasn't entirely wrong, though. If Yoohyun and I had remained on good terms, there definitely would've been people trying to take me hostage to exert control over an S-rank hunter who had no backers.

But to threaten a kid with that kind of talk? What kind of adult did that?

"As you said, he was just a kid. And you tried to make him bow down to you by using his family? You filthy fucking bastard."

Trying to manipulate a child by exploiting his weakness. It was utterly disgusting. Even between adults, using family as hostages was a dirty move, but he was a minor. Rage flared up inside me.

The bastard sneered. "Do you know that fucking brat destroyed the temporary accommodations for high-rank Awakened and beat down all the Association hunters? We tried to persuade him as nicely as possible, but fuck, that little shit threatened to kill us if we interfered with his plans to create his own guild—"

"He did a good job, then," I said.

My Yoohyun was clever. Before he got Seok Shimyung's help, I had worried about how he would manage to establish a guild by himself. But it turned out he'd been ordering around scumbags like the guy in front of me. I was glad that kid had an easier time than I thought.

"You failed to use his family as leverage against him, and since he was an S-rank hunter without any weaknesses, you must have been terrified. Because if you pissed him off, he could've just killed you all and gone overseas, where he'd be welcomed. So you had to quietly clean up after my little brother to stay alive. Thanks for that. Really, thanks."

Once Yoohyun actually established the guild, threatening them like that wouldn't have worked. Because if he wasn’t careful, it could have negatively impacted the guild. But before that, even if they tried to cause a scene by threatening to publicize the situation, he had nothing to lose. After forming the guild, there was a chance it could have become a weakness, but Seok Shimyung probably handled that well.

Wanyong spat more curses. I glanced around to check my surroundings. Two hunters were guarding the door, and Chu Huoyun stood beside them, looking bored. There was one more guard standing by the table, but he wasn't that close. He didn't seem like a high-rank hunter, either.

"So, Wanyong-ssi, do you still have connections in Korea? Although the Association has been cleaned up, it hasn’t been completely overhauled, so I’m a bit concerned."

We had only excised the most critical parts. Although internal cleanup was ongoing, it was impossible to completely eradicate the rot.

The edge of the metal table. Would it work? I should've worked out more.

"I can't escape from here anyway, so how about you just tell me who the spies are?" I suggested, then said, "Ah, this position is uncomfortable."

Grumbling for him to let go of my collar, I casually pulled myself up fully to sit on top of the table facing him.

"You think I'd tell you that?" Wanyong said. "But I can offer you some advice, Director Han."

Hmm, was this perhaps one of those moments? Where the one who defected first tries to convince the other person to join them, saying something like, 'If you want an easier life, too~' I've seen scenes with that kind of 'comrade' talk before.

Either way, this guy would keep leaking information from Korea, and he had also threatened my little brother.

"Really? Someone who picks fights wants to give advice?" I asked. "You're terrible at your job."

"You picked the fight first! After you got fussed over by all those S-ranks, I wanted to come and enjoy seeing you get dragged in here—"

I threw my upper body backward hard. My back hit the table and the bastard gripping my collar stumbled, falling forward across the table beside me. At the same time, I kicked off its surface and raised my leg over my head towards him. My bent knee made contact with the back of the bastard's neck, and as I twisted my whole body backwards like I was doing a back roll off the table, I drove my knee — and the bastard's neck — down toward the table's edge.

Bang!

That loud impact noise accompanied the sickening crack of his neck breaking. One of the Chinese hunters rushed forward a moment too late and grabbed me. Wanyong's body slid off the table and collapsed onto the floor.

"Healer—shit, no, he's dead!"

A knee strike alone was dangerous enough. With the metal table adding to the force, a non-Awakened would have a hard time surviving. Chu Huoyun leisurely strolled over and nudged Wanyong's body with his foot. Then he turned his gaze to me. I smiled as if asking if he had a problem.

"You're more ruthless than you look."

[starrylayle]

differences between amc's iwtv and the original novel

*spoilers obviously*

full disclosure here, I watched the series first and fell in love with it, so I decided to read the book. I'm about half way rn (so up to the part where lestat sets the house on fire and Louis & Claudia escape).

differences i noticed in the novel:

Set in the 1700s

Louis is a white slave owner :///

louis has long hair??? tbh this was the biggest shock

lestat turns louis for no apparant reason. like mans saw louis one night and decided to jump him. fair enough. louis is a pretty boy in any adaptation

Lestat's father is still alive?? and lestat is taking care for him and makes louis do so as well?? dang

i feel like in the show lestat is louis' sugar daddy whereas in the book louis' is lestats which is so funny to me (I’m exaggerating here coz ofc show!louis is a successful business owner I’m just referring to the time lestat helped him buy the club lol)

small point but i was surprised to see how much lestat wanted louis' plantation thing where as in the show lestat could not give less of a shit abt louis' business interests he just does so to make his princess happy :)))

I'm assuming that lestat has just been recently turned so he's nowhere near the experienced vampire that show!lestat is when he meets louis -> I've heard ppl say that it changes the dynamic but i'd say that in the novel louis realises that lestat is just Some Guy almost immediately, whereas in the show louis doesnt realise that till later on.

their romantic dynamic (i know its not explicit in the books but it is) is very different. Show!loustat feels like a meet cute leading to a toxic on/off again relationiship, wheres as book!loustat feels like a marriage of convenience and forced proximity that eventually leads to a slowburn romance. It's different but i enjoy it.

The character of antoinette must be genderbend Antoine,,, I wonder why they changed the gender in the show.

lestat never drops louis out of the sky....which was nice. he does set their house on fire tho but ya know

Anyways that's it for now but i'm absolutely loving it so far!! excited to meet armand and the theatre des vampires. Plan on watching the 1994 movie after i finish!

also i think i'm gonna make a seperate post about claudia and the different iterations because its so fascinating.

[gffa]

hi Lumi, your posting about star wars books made me want to start reading them, which ones would you recommend?

Hi! There are a lot of Star Wars books out there and there's a lot I enjoy about them! Sure, I'll give a warning that I'm picking out the best moments and a lot of the books are not always great in their entirety, especially depending on how much you want to stay 100% true to Lucas' story.

A lot is going to depend on what you're looking for--are you a prequels fan? Are you more interested in original trilogy books? Jedi-centric books? Bounty hunters or pilots instead? Etc. Generally, I assume if you're asking me, you're here for the prequels books, but I have a more generalized list of recommendations here or you can browse my novels recs tag.

But I always generally recommend starting with: - Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover isn't a perfect book, I could nitpick some details here and there, but the heart of this book remains unchallenged as the best SW book there is, imo. It elevates the story it's adapting (already a high bar for me, I love ROTS), Stover knows how to turn a phrase to dig deep into a character's motivations, and there's a reason why we're all constantly quoting that book. It adds so much to the story and it's a compelling tale on its own, it makes me love the characters and hurt for them all over again, and there's approximately a thousand lines in this story that you could write an entire essay on.

- Padawan by Kiersten White cannot dethrone the ROTS novelization, but I would say that I think it wound up being my favorite of the Disney era books, because it's such a straight shot to my id. It's definitely on the lighter side, it's a happier look at Obi-Wan's childhood (which I think fits his character better), he struggles and has a lot going on, but overall he's pretty well-adjusted and happy, plus there is an absolute ABUNDANCE OF CUTENESS in this book, it was so delightful and whimsical and adorable, it just made me happy.

- Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule if you're at all interested in The High Republic. This is still my favorite book of the entire series, I think it set the stage incredibly well, it had some absolutely banger lines for someone with prequels brainrot like me, and genuinely made me excited for the entire line-up.

- Dooku: Jedi Lost by Cavan Scott, which is an audiodrama but has a script version available if you're hoh or just don't like them. It's a solid look at Dooku's time as a youngling and why he left the Jedi Order and backstory with Sifo-Dyas that'll break your heart. I prefer the audio version here because the Asajj framing works so much better with the actress' voicework, it really digs into her feelings about all of this as well, making it a nice gut-punch of a story.

And now I would add Padawan's Pride by Brian Q. Miller (audiobook only, unfortunately) because it's a lovely, charming look at Anakin's time as an apprentice. It's very deliberately written as a lead-in to the Obi-Wan & Anakin comic (which I think you're supposed to be keeping in mind as you read, so I'd suggest reading in release order rather than chronological order), showing the conflict between Obi-Wan and Anakin, between Anakin the Jedi way of life, yet all the love that's growing there and the hope that they weren't wrong to hold onto. Just the right amount of crunch and sweet.

I recently read The Living Force by John Jackson Miller and, while I have a couple of issues with it (it was less spiritual than I'd like, some clunky "attachment" discourse moments that clash against Lucas' definitions, etc.), overall it was a book I loved. It was laugh out loud funny at several moments, it showed the Jedi as deeply caring, it gave time and page space to Jedi who don't usually get much focus, it had some knockout administrative worldbuilding details, and a genuinely fun experience of a story.

There are more that I personally loved (Force Collector was really good for me but not an easy one to recommend, The Legends of Luke Skywalker was very dear to me for being so in love with the galaxy far, far away, Obi-Wan & Anakin: Choose Your Destiny is a Choose Your Adventure style book that's not going to be for everyone but I adored and got so much out of, that's where Theater Nerd Mace Windu came from, the first and third From a Certain Point of View anthologies had 3-4 incredible stories in them each, the ESB one didn't impress me, etc.) and a lot of comics that I think are just as good to read if you haven't started on those, but I think this is a good starting place for prequels nerds.

(I stuck mostly to Disney continuity, it's what I'm more familiar with, and the only Legends books I fully recommend are Revenge of the Sith novelization and Dark Rendezvous, not even my beloved Wild Space comes without a bunch of caveats, but if you're interested in Legends, let me know!)

[fromthedragonsdesk]

On Visual Novels and Catharsis

I never had a high opinion of Visual Novels. In my mind, they always seemed to boil down to the most basic wish fulfillment tripe that we'd collectively assign to the isekai genre these days, I'd wager. To me it was a waste of time or energy trying to interact with them (as an aside, I'm well aware that the Phoenix Wright series is arguably a visual novel, but I missed that boat by not having DS-era device). Even today, with a glance over most of games tagged 'visual novel' on Steam, you'll see what could be generously described as fetish pornography. So, seeing all this, I reinforced my belief that visual novels were for people who wanted some plot with their porn, and never thought much of it.

To my surprise, Steam insisted on recommending visual novels to me. I usually just tossed them aside from the recommendation queue, until I got two recommended almost back-to-back: Mice Tea and Changeling Tale.

Mice Tea had generally positive reviews, and many of them cited that the game's writing and characterization were generally humorous and appealing. So, given that it was on sale during the Steam Winter Sale, I figured it was worth a shot. Then, after basically binging on the game for 20 hours, I walked away thinking that I might have misjudged the genre on some levels.

I wouldn't say I was entirely surprised by Mice Tea - the reviews did it justice in terms of you, as the reader, wanting to root for the main cast to succeed. Most of the conflict didn't necessarily arise from an outside force, but rather internalized conflicts and the struggle to essentially be honest with yourself and those around you, risking vulnerability, essentially. At its core, I still felt like it was wish fulfillment to a significant degree, but the implausibilities were generally smoothed over enough to allow for suspension of disbelief to ride along with the story. And yeah, there... was a fair amount of catering to various fetishes and such worked in, but all in a fairly world-consistent sort-of perspective? At its core, the story was light, cheerful with moments of self-reflection and introspection, and wrapped up in a generally nice bow all in the end.

But what Mice Tea ended up doing for me, personally, was allowing me to lower my defenses during a particularly stressful point in my life, staying present in my mind when I then read over the reviews and such for Changeling Tale. I brushed off the emotion reviews, thinking that they were likely being dramatic.

I could not have been more wrong.

While set in a backdrop of old Scottish fantasy, I continually found myself impressed at how grounded Changeling Tale managed to make itself felt. I believe this is because the main character / player character of Changeling Tale (hereafter referred to as "Malcolm") is primarily reacting to the supernatural events occurring around him, rather than necessarily driving them by his own volition. Malcolm is thrust into a world that he already feels disconnected from due to his service in the military, and it cracks further open as fae magic begins seeping into the world around him.

That said, no one in the backwater town in which Malcolm has returned to handles the public appearance of fae magic particularly well, much less the three parallel storylines available to the reader between Jessie, Marion, and Grace. If anything, the most unreasonable reactions come from the player themselves, in how flippant or otherwise easygoing they handle changes happening to the people around them. That said, many decisions have a snowballing / weighted effect that can change plot directions far later on than one might expect, leading to fallings-out with friends and family, or worse.

But then something strange happened to me, as a reader, while working my way through these split storylines. Core messages seemed to stick out to me, interwoven among the stories. But they cut me straight to the core as a person; after finishing all 3 major storylines I was left shaking and bleary-eyed, wishing events could have turned out differently, desperately trying to reject the messages that had been suggested despite knowing deep-down that they were right.

"Be the best you that you can be."

"Encourage people to chase their dreams, but make sure you're pursuing your dream too."

"Sometimes peoples' dreams are irreconcilable with one another. That doesn't mean the love is gone, it just means that it isn't fair to either person."

"The size of the dream does not diminish its value; the holder of the dream determines its value."

(I intentionally omitted the storyline associations I would make)

When I held all of these thoughts together, an emotional dam burst in my heart. For years I never considered myself as having dreams or goals. For years I felt kind of confused and wondering if what I was doing mattered, or had worth. But somehow, a visual novel about fae shenanigans that dances alongside a transformation kink broadsides me with the realization that I AM where I want to be, doing what I am doing. I have a family who l love and loves me back. I am not pursuing a dream; rather, I am cultivating and maintaining a dream I have already attained. I am doing what is important to me and my family, and even if I'm not changing the world around me and leaving a name in the history books, I know that I am here and directly affecting the lives of those around me, and I'm not sure what more I could want for at this very moment.

And for the first time in quite a while, I feel content and satisfied.

[bardoftheshire]

Hi, how are you? A fruit told me you are asking for requests??? Tangerine x Reader (female or gn neutral) having a fight and he reeeeeallly exaggerates, and must apologize, even if he hates admitting he is wrong (but he hates the thought of having hurt is partner even more)?

Ooh of course! I love writing angst, I love Angst/Comfort fics because you can go from being completely distraught one moment and then nice and happy the next.

I'm Sorry, Love

[Tangerine x GN! Reader]

[Notes; I based Tangerine more off of his character in the Novel, but it works perfectly well with his character in the movie as well.]

[Warnings; Some yelling, mentions of drinking, just overall some angst.]

Word Count: 1677

You and Tangerine were currently in your shared flat, having an argument because you complained he was never home enough; which was in fact true, but it was obviously something Tangerine didn't feel too swell about.

"I work 12 hours a day from Monday through Friday, and get payed 26£ an hour! I don't understand how you need to be away all the time for these missions, because it most certainly isn't money," You shout frustratedly, throwing your hands up into the air.

"First of all, its none of your fuckin' business, is it? But if you have to really know, I would much rather be employed with a good job, getting paid no less than at least 100,000 fuckin' pounds per mission, than work a stupid fuckin' job at a hotel!" Tangerine angrily shouts back, turning away from you as to not blow up even more.

"What the fuck do you mean by 'stupid job'? I'm just asking the reason why you're going on these dangerous fuckin' missions, when we live in a decent pay flat and I make just enough money for us to live more than just comfortably in here!" You cross your arms, now walking towards Tangerine to try and get him to look at you.

This argument had been going on for a heated 20 minutes now, and one neighbor has already knocked on your door to ask if you were alright and to quiet down.

You hadn't liked arguing at all, but it was starting to take a toll on you when Tangerine would show up from a mission bruised and cut up. You wouldn't sleep some nights or eat enough some days, worrying if him and Lemon were fine and if they would come back in one whole piece alive or delivered to you in a body bag, it scared the shit out of you.

"You know exactly what I mean by 'stupid job'! Getting fuckin' hit on almost everyday by fuckin' pricks. You complain about that shit so much, why not just fuckin' leave then? Who knows if your staying because you like all that fuckin' attention on you, maybe if you want attention all the time constantly you should try for one of those creeps instead!"

You were taken aback by what he'd just said. Yes he had some bad anger issues and he would say stuff he never meant sometimes, but it was never EVER anything like that. He had taken it way too far.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" You look up at Tangerine, who is still turned away from you.

"You know exactly what I fuckin' said, want me to repeat that for you though, love?" He says in a sarcastic nice tone, peering over his shoulder to glance at you.

"You think I like working for 12 hours? You think I like being told all of that stuff by these people? You think I like being here without you, DAYS IN A FUCKING ROW, MAY I MIND YOU!" You shout even louder, flinching slightly at your own volume.

No response. He just stood with his arms crossed, still turned away from you.

"I can't handle you right now, I want you out of my fucking flat right now. If you're not going to say anything then leave," You say, sternly.

Tangerine doesn't say anything, he just takes the key to the flat off of his key ring and places it on the table before walking out, shutting the door gently.

You were frustrated. You'd been with Tangerine for 4 years now, and no fight you two have had has ever been this bad, not to the point where he's actually left, though you can only blame yourself for that one.

After blankly staring at the door for a few seconds, you walk to the kitchen and grab the bag of takeaway leftovers from 2 nights ago from the fridge, taking it to the living room and placing it on the coffee table before sitting on the corduroy navy couch you and Tangerine bought together.

You two had moved in with each other just last year. Before that, arguments like this were never a problem, and it wasn't until your 3rd month of living together that the fights started to get worse, usually resorting to either of you sleeping on the couch for a night or two. But again, it was never this bad.

Maybe you caused it, you're the one that told him to leave, you're the one that brought up the topic right as soon as he came home from a mission, still bloody and bruised. You didn't think to wait until he was cleaned off and a little more content to approach the question more calmly to him.

He had every right to leave, and every right to be upset with you.

You sat there for about two hours, finishing the remaining leftovers, your figure slumped on the couch with the lamp lit dimly.

Suddenly you hear keys jingling into your doorknob, assuming it may be Lemon as he's the only other person except for you and Tan to have a key, though now it would just be you and Lemon at that point.

You hear a plethora of curses as the keys jingle some more before the door finally unlocks and opens.

Inside walk Lemon and Tangerine. Tangerine was slightly red in the face, presumably from drinking, whilst Lemon looked fine.

"Hey Y/n.. I hope you didn't mind me taking him here. I know you two had that fight but when I offered to take him to my place for the night when I was driving him from the bar he practically begged me to take him here or he would, 'jump out and walk on his own,' " Lemon says, closing the door and looking at Tangerine who was now standing next to him.

Tangerine had a look of sadness on his face you'd never seen before, and you suddenly felt a rush of guilt pass by, making your stomach turn in displeasure and disgust from yourself and your own behaviour.

"No I don't mind at all, I was hoping he'd come back actually.." You say, looking at the two. As soon as you say that, Tangerine's face lights up slightly, eyes slightly widened, eyebrows raised, and a small upwards curve on his lips.

"Cool, cool. Well, I'm gonna leave you two to figure it out, if Tangerine needs or wants to leave, call me so I can grab him and take him to my place alright, Y/n." Lemon says, placing a hand on Tangerine's shoulder before Tan swats it off.

Lemon then leaves, leaving you and Tangerine alone once more.

"Tan I'm so-" You say, getting up before quickly getting interjected by Tangerine.

"No, I'm sorry, love. Instead of blowing up and getting all pissy about something important you asked, I should've tried to be more patient about it." Tangerine says, a sympathetic look on his face.

"I saw that you'd just had a bad day and I proceeded to ask, and on top of that I'm the one that told you to leave. I fucked up too and I'm sorry," You say, walking towards him.

Tangerine pulls you into a tight hug. He smelled strongly of alcohol and his faded cologne, the smell of blood ever so slightly evident as he was still wearing his blood stained clothes.

You two stayed like that with each other for a while longer, just holding each other in silence, only the lamp illuminating the dark living area.

Tangerine lifts your chin up so he could look at you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Lets get to bed now, darling. I'm absolutely exhausted." He says, still holding onto you.

"You've got to take a shower first though and let me tend to those wounds you've got, I don't need you staining our sheets with your gross blood. Or maybe that was someone else's. Regardless, it's still gross." You jokingly say, playing with the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Mm, only if you join me," Tangerine says, a cheeky grin on his face.

"You're terrible, Tan.. How about some other time, you've got to get all that dry blood off, and I need to clean those stains out of your suit so it can be ready to be taken to the dry cleaners tomorrow," You sigh and walk to your shared room, Tangerine following behind.

Tangerine walks into the restroom and strips of his clothes, hopping into the shower.

You grab his bloodied garments and gently take off most of the dried blood stains out with the proper cleaning agents. After getting most of the stains out, you place Tangerine's clothes on a hanger and hang them on the laundry closet door knob, then walk back into the room.

You see Tangerine laying on the bed reading his book with the bedside lamp on, when he sees you walk in he gives a warm smile before putting his book into the nightstand drawer and turning the light off.

"Were you able to get those stains out, love?" Tangerine asks, turning on his side to face you.

"Of course I was able to, was there ever a time where I couldn't?"

"No, I suppose not. Let's get to bed now though, I'm exhausted," Tangerine says, letting a yawn out in between.

"You said that already, but I agree. One hell of a night for you, I apologise by the way," You say, snuggling yourself into his chest.

Tangerine pulls you closer, if that was even possible, and places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Lets not worry any longer about that, love," Tangerine says, looking at you lovingly.

You could make out the colour of his damp curls and his gorgeous blue eyes, the moonlight illuminating his face as it peaked through the sheer blue curtains on the widows.

"Alright, goodnight then, my love," You say, as Tangerine closes his eyes, with you doing the same.

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This would've been out completed if tumblr didn't bug out yesterday and delete half of my work, but it's alright I guess. I'm terribly sorry it took forever, anon, but hopefully you enjoyed it.

[hanakihan]

so since @i-bring-crack gave me the idea now I’m having a brainrot so here we are

‘Tired salaryman transmigrates into other world, decides to chill and accidentally completes the main quest without knowing so’, the thread

- jinchul is your average day to day salaryman who’s exceptional in his field but his life is so repetitive and boring he rarely questions what he does daily, even on weekends he mostly sleeps or works because there’s nothing else to do (he’s like me fr—)

- one night he was returning home after a really hard day at work, one of very few instances where he overworked even by his own standards. he was sleepy and tired enough not to notice moon being too bright and shadows dancing at weird angles around him. he did feel like someone was watching him whole way home so he sped up his walking and that’s exactly how he accidentally fell through one of shadows after stepping on it

- he doesn’t remember everything after that that much, but next thing he knows is that he’s laying in a comfortable bed. then apparently he wakes up in a strange room that kinda looks something straight out of historical drama but also something out of those isekai fantasy novels teenagers love to read. which is even more confusing when a man enters the room. that’s when jinchul realizes he has no idea what language this man speaks.

- apparently after several hours of struggling to communicate mostly through sign language and awkward drawings/sketches, jinchul more or less understands that he’s either sleeping after overworking too much or he’s really been thrown into other world (time??) without any knowledge. Go Gun-Hee (as he suspects man’s name is because he pointed at himself and said it several times) was nice enough to host poor man with amnesia and so is his wife. jinchul is a man of gratitude and considering his position he’s more than happy to help around their estate for sheltering him while also borrowing language books from their library. thank god his company made him learn several languages for business reasons.

- after some time jinchul is able to read and talk in their language so living becomes slightly better. history books of this world provide more context so yes, he’s apparently in some kind of different world where magic exists. he should freak out by this point but honestly when freaking out helped in any situation. there’s whole kingdom, there’s local religion, there’s so much he actually needs to memorize. jinchul is actually glad basic accounting rules from his world work here too so with time jinchul becomes gunhee’s accountant.

- jinchul hates coffee but only after arriving here and seeing there’s no such thing as coffee, jinchul realizes he might’ve been a caffeine addict. there was a solid month where he suffered drawback from its absence and it was impossible to even get up from bed. he hates coffee still but he misses it because now all tiredness crushes down on him in one go

- weirdly enough this world does have something akin to coffee beans but no one knows what do with them. just to test out jinchul buys some (under merchant’s questionable stare) and brews them. turns out it tastes almost exactly like coffee, just less bitter and less caffeine. jinchul’s opportunistic mind started to turn gears in his head.

- through some time jinchul now owns a famous shop, only one in whole country to sells and serves coffee related stuff. he’s more than happy with his arrangement, plus he has his own independent income and more free time to visit gunhee and his wife. he also isn’t that healthy (because honestly who’s he to sell coffee at astronomical price like it was back in his world) but he earns enough for living.

- one evening right before closing his shop is visited by a man. jinchul tenses because there’s something familiar about his presence. something from back from his world. something at last moment before he fell here. even is said man is actually nice, just a little stone faced, jinchul is still on high alert. rightfully so because room feels smaller and darker and he can swear he can feel phantom of a cold hand on his neck. it’s suffocating and for the first time here jinchul actually fears for his life.

- man leaves but occasionally returns from time to time to test different coffee and sweets combinations. there’s nothing much happening but jinchul is always uncomfortable. there’s something threatening but not actively so.

- during one of such visits jinchul is absolutely baffled when this unknown man visits his shop again and gifts him rare calming herbal tea leaves and best brand of kingdom’s chocolate. in exchange he asks for best cup of coffee and best desert jinchul can offer. through observations jinchul offers man’s favorites and was right because now everything is less suffocating and stiffening and for some reason jinchul feels like he passed some sort of test. it’s also the evening jinchul finally learns man’s name - sung jinwoo.

- after that it becomes a routine. jinwoo became non hostile and more approachable (as well as being the one to approach) and jinchul uses it as a chance to have a stable source of information about this world.

- (also because I’m a weak dumbass) jinwoo actually remembering when jinchul’s birthday is (even if he mentioned it only once in passing) at night of said birthday jinwoo ungracefully (even if he wanted it to be graceful) falls through jinchul’s window waking him up. jinwoo snatches barely awake jinchul to his palace to celebrate. jinchul is grateful and but also tired and sleepy so it’s mostly a nice late dinner, a present (magically enhanced ring) and a sleepy good night kiss. jinwoo is so shook he just touches his cheek and awkwardly leaves to sleep in a guest room since jinchul fell asleep in his room. once he’s in bed realization crushes down on him. apparently the most fearsome shadow monarch is deeply in love with a destined one to supposedly murder him. jinwoo’s own plan backfired spectacularly.

- jinwoo’s plan: snatch destined one into their world before church can summon him - let him live here for some time and observe him - approach him with malicious intent to see his reaction - if attacks then murder, if not then make him attached - make destined one attached and be in good relationship to keep a close eye on him so he can strike first in case of murder intent - accidentally become the one attached and fall in love with destined one - wait what???