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billk4ulitzsecretlvr · 3 months

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Fic request botTOM! w DomBill! plz idc the situation or scenario I just love me some bottom Tom

A/N ☆ : sorry I have not ! Been very active at all recently / writing really short .. I got on here with a big burst of motivation and just do not have so much any more :[ . I wrote also this all in one sitting as a hopes that I will get back to writing more , hehe ..

Please make sure that when you guys are sending requests , there is at least some sort of plot I can grab on to . I know the main focus in this is that Tom is bottom and Bill is a Dom but including setting or even just backgrounds information helps me write better sometimes and makes me able to write longer too <3 .

☆ This fic contains : MLM , smut , oral play , bit of spit . ?? ( Always hehe .. ) , edging , sub ! Tom x Dom ! Bill ( 2009 / 10 ) ( which I am really excited to try . )

It had been a decently long day between the twins, they both agreed that it was a bit off the entire time. Not because they had argued or really just anything happened, but it felt that Tom was just extra clingy tonight which piqued Bill's interest just a bit.

They had just gotten in, Bill set his bag down on the dining room table whereas Tom let his own bag down on the couch. He moved a bit over to Bill in means of wrapping his arms around the boys slim waist and pecking eagerly at the exposed skin on his neck.

Bill was slightly thrown off, his arms raising in surprise for a couple seconds as he felt the older man coddle his waist.

He felt as Tom pushed in-between his lock extensions to leave small kisses, even on the tattoo on the back of Bills neck.

Bill sighed, pulling Tom off a bit as he side eyed the man, admiring his cornrows and the small black lip ring that snuggly fit against Tom's lower lip.

"You're so clingy lately." Bill noted, tilting his head slightly while crossing his arms.

Tom had a soft look in his eyes, a look that told Bill nearly everything he needed to know.. but still left him at a bit of a confusion.

Bill didn't really have an edge to his tone but it was obvious he understood what Tom was asking for and he was definitely going to play with it.

He walked himself over to the couch, heavy boots clacking against the floor with every movement. The sound of his necklaces and pocket chains contributed to the noise, not very loudly but it was definitely audible.

He heard simply as Tom followed, like some sort of lost puppy.

Bill sat on the couch, his leather jacket making slight friction with the matching black leather couch. It was quiet, the room was lit dimly by lazy lamps in the corners of the room.. something Tom and Bill made an effort to keep soft and subtle in their living area.

"I just miss you." Tom lied, looking down at Bill on the couch. It made the boy raise and eyebrow when the soft tone left Toms lips.

Bill didn't say anything, almost at a lost. Not that it was generally surprising that Tom was 'soft' at the moment, it was sheerly just.. throwing Bill off a bit from his normal 'tough guy' demeanor. Especially since he had his cornrows. ( Which Bill couldn't deny he was utterly in love with.)

"Yeah?" Bill asked after a couple seconds of awkward silence.

"Prove it to me, Tom." Bill said, uncrossing his legs and spreading his knees slightly as he slumped a bit on the couch. He nudged Tom's leg with his boot, rubbing it up and down until Tom had gotten the memo to get on his knees.

Once the man had complied and sat himself between Bills legs, the younger of the two chuckled, shaking his head.

"Like a damn dog.." Bill remarked.

He waited a couple seconds to see that Tom wasn't moving forward to anything, just looking a bit nervously up at Bill.

"Come on, we've done this before, yeah?" Bill asked, cupping Tom's cheek and rubbing it a bit before unzipping his own somewhat flared, black jeans.

He watched as Tom hesitantly pulled him through his boxers, taking Bill into his mouth with experience. The boys back arched only slightly, feeling the foreign turf of Toms warm..wet mouth against his length. Something he always enjoyed.

He put his slender fingers on the back of Toms head, rubbing the tight hairstyle as a bit of encouragement while Tom worked his mouth.

God, it always felt amazing. Tom seemed to known how to do everything. Bill bit his lower lip, looking down to watch as Tom's head lifted and lowered.

"Good boy," Bill whispered. Tom nearly melted under Bill at that point.

Praise as always Toms weakness.. and that meant from everybody, especially in the belittling voice Bill always used on him. He felt his knees dig into the ground with Bills knees pressed against his upper arms.

After some time, Bill lifted Toms chin to make eye contact, noticing the small bit of precum that gathered in the one corner of Toms mouth. He giggled, wiping it with his thumb as he held Toms face. He pressed his thumb up against Tom's lips, feeling as the man opened and closed it around Bills finger.

"Good boooyy ..." Bill dragged out again, sitting up as he looked down at Tom on the carpet.

He watched as Tom put his own hand over Bills wrist, rubbing slightly. The man looked at the boy with such a look of awe and desperation. Bill leaned forward just enough to pinpoint the outline of Tom's erection through the baggy fabric of his jeans.

"Already?" Bill asked, cocking an eyebrow. Tom hesitantly answered.

"I-I just- .." he started after he pulled off of Bills finger.

Bill smirked, looking down and nudging the bulge with his boot. He heard as Tom made a quiet noise, it had instantly clicked to Bill that he had most of the control at the moment.

Bill kept his boot over Toms groin, pressing down a bit just to see how Tom could react. Hearing small moans he'd earned from it just coined Bill all manipulation over the situation now. Tom wrapped his hand around Bills shin/calve.. which made Bill smirk.

He felt as Tom pushed himself slightly up against Bills boot, desperate for any sort of relief as soon as possible.

"Sit where I am sitting." Bill ordered, fixing himself in his jeans before buttoning them and standing up.

He watched as Tom took his place. He immediately joined, sitting right next to the man on the couch on his knees.

Bill leaned over and kissed Toms cheek, feeling his hand creep across Bills back to pull him a bit closer. Of course, Bill was not settling for Tom to authorize any of the interaction.

The younger boy pushed his feathery hair back over his locks, massaging Tom gently through his jeans. He felt as the older twins body moved against his hand, pushing up slightly.

"You're so.. interesting." Bill commented, quietly. He heard Tom's deeper voice retort back.

"Please, just get over this rubby stuff.. just touch me?" He offered in a way that was like he was telling Bill.. which he sort of was.

Bill ignored him before an idea struck.

He looked up at Tom, gauging a reaction as he continued to palm the man, seeing him move a bit under the touch in a means of desperately just wanting to get off by Bill. Of course, eventually it would happen.. but Bill wanted to have a bit of fun first.

"Mm.. tell me when you're close." Bill whispered, pushing his hand into Toms jeans and massaging through the thin material of his boxers.

By now, he has felt Tom slightly twitching in his grasp, feeling him throb a bit before Tom squeezed Bill's lower back. Which made Bill remove his hand all together. He watched the pleasure drain from Toms face, contorting more to a look of confusion. He arched his back only slightly as he felt his tip dribble a bit of cum.. but not a lot, easily mistaken as precum.

He raised his eyebrows at Bill, looking quite sad. Bill just bit his lower lip, smirking.

"Huh.." Bill commented, pushing his hand back into Tom's jeans.

He nipped the man's neck a bit as Tom's hands roamed his thin frame, tickling under his shirt.

Bill teased his tip through the fabric, feeling the sticky residue seeping through it slowly as Tom's head laid against the fabric.

"So hard." Bill purred, earning a groan from Tom.

Bill pumped his hand a little faster, feeling as Tom's body gave the cues he was close again.. which just lead him to stop touching as soon as he was about to cum. He watched as Tom's face showed an ounce of frustration..

He put his hands on Bills ribs, toying with the cloth that covered his lanky body.

"Stop doing that." He mumbled out, pushing his hips up a bit to rub against Bills hand.

Bill lifted his hand, raising an eyebrow at Tom.

"Talk to me like that again and I'll stop all together." Bill hissed, an attempt at asserting dominance.. which seemed to work a bit since Tom recoiled at his sharp tone, sulking back a bit and waiting for Bill to touch him.

He was so hard now, all the teasing and edging was really getting to him at this point and there was probably nothing more he wanted than to simply just get off. He wanted to do it himself.. But Bills long nails, his thin fingers.. his pace, god, it was all perfect. It all felt amazing.

Everytime Bill had jerked him off it felt like the first time all over again, something Tom remembered thoroughly enjoying for a long time. He was a fan of the familiarity and the new feeling of their.. bond. Tom kinda missed it a bit, everything between them being fresh and working to explore all their interests.

Of course, now was amazing too. They were definitely as comfortable as ever with each other and that was pretty freeing, but new things were always fun.

"Sorry." Was all Tom mumbled, feeling Bills hand actually touch him now, his hand dug into Toms boxers as he moved to kissing Tom's neck.

His lips touched confidently, the man's skin.. sucking and leaving marks like always, just not such long lasting ones this time.

His wrist moved a bit as he toyed with Toms length, rubbing his thumb over the sticky head as he pleasured Tom.

It didn't help a bit that Bill was sitting on his knee, something Tom was always fond of for a couple reasons. He squeezed Bill's waist softly as he felt himself come close, biting his lower lip. Tom attempted to stay permanently quiet, not wanting to give Bill an idea of how good this felt.. but it was impossible.

He was whimpering softly under Bills touch, thinking the other boy didn't catch on.. when really, it was all Bill could focus on.

He never heard such noises from Tom before.. especially at such a simple thing as a handjob? .. whatever, it was a bit cute to him.

Bill felt Tom twitch again, bringing his opposite hand up to cover Tom's mouth as he felt him release.. the younger boy felt as Tom breathed hotly against his hand, pushing his hips up a bit to ride out the orgasm.

Feeling the warm sensation run along his hand, he kept pumping just a bit longer to make sure Tom had cum to his full potential, causing Bill to smirk at his older brothers immediate look of exhaustion.

He watched Toms eyes relax, narrow a bit as Bill dropped his hand to Toms neck, leaving a hungry kiss on his lips.

"You're so not done." Bill hissed quietly in his ear...

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heliads · 10 months

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Okay, this request has been on my mind for a while, so here’s my first ever Enola Holmes request!!

This one might sound a little strange, so you totally don’t have to write it, but we all love some Holmes and Watson shipping, and I was super happy when they introduced Watson at the end of the second movie, so: could I maybe request Enola and her girlfriend helping to get Sherlock and Watson together post-second movie?

Again, I know this one’s a little weird, so you don’t have to write it, but if you do, thanks in advance and I hope you’re doing well, beloved!! 🖤

'love stories repeat themselves' - enola holmes

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The office is quiet, and were it not for the fact that you’re currently occupying this cozy space with Enola Holmes, you would be perfectly fine with that. In every other study space you’ve shared, quiet is normal, quiet is expected. With the lovely whirlwind of a girl that you’ve grown to appreciate as Enola, though, the silence still permeating the office of her detective agency can only mean one thing: she’s plotting again.

You cast Enola a wary look. Typically, Enola never sits still, forever spinning between a pile of papers on her desk to the window overlooking the street outside to the chair next to you so she can take a peek at what you’re doing. Right now, though, Enola is perfectly motionless, the only movement in her entire frame the slight flick of her eyes back and forth as she mentally catalogs sources for some mysterious argument.

An impartial observer would spy upon this scene and see nothing wrong with it. You’re working hard, Enola is simply relaxing. Nothing wrong with that. However, you’ve known Enola for several years now, and that gives you the background knowledge necessary to realize that she’s only ever still like this when her mind is far more active than her body could ever hope to be.

That’s what falling in love with a girl does to you, you suppose. You and Enola have been secretly courting for a little over a year now. Sherlock deduced it almost immediately, and you were eventually forced to tell Tewkesbury after he found a new bouquet of flowers in Enola’s study and demanded to know of which suitor had finally won her over, but other than that, your privacy is well enjoyed. The two of you can show your love in the confidence of your own homes or Enola’s office, like you’re doing right now. This would give you the perfect opportunity of learning about her new conquests– if, that is, Enola ever told you.

You shake your head slightly and attempt to focus on your work once more. There’s plenty of schoolwork on your plate tonight; your tutors have decided to heap readings and essays upon you with unnervingly coincidental deadlines. Secretly, you believe that they get together to decide how to best ruin your life all at once, but that’s hardly here nor there. Maybe you’ll send Enola to track them down when she’s bored, although that happens rarely. Enola is perfectly capable of filling her free time. After all, she’s doing it right now.

Eventually, the curiosity of knowing just what’s got Enola in a tizzy wins out over your determination to stop procrastinating on some sums, and you place your pen down with no small amount of excitement. “What’s on your mind, Enola?”

Your girlfriend jumps as if startled, then glances guiltily over at you. “Nothing, nothing. How’s your schoolwork?”

You arch a brow. “Sweetheart, if you’re trying not to look suspicious, you’re failing miserably. Just what are you planning now?”

Enola smiles weakly. “Nothing major.”

You look at her, thoroughly irked. “Enola.”

She sighs and gives in. “Fine. Fine. It’s just– have you ever seen the way my brother acts around his new flatmate?”

“The flatmate you signed him up for?” You ask pointedly.

Enola gives you an exasperated stare. “Y/N, you’re meant to be supportive of me right now. How else can I share my musings when you’re teasing me like this?”

“I would never tease,” you tell her, eyes wide in mock surrender. “That would be a horrid thing to do.”

“It would be,” Enola agrees crossly, but continues on. “Anyway, Sherlock and Watson. I want them to get together.”

“They live together,” you argue. “How much more together can they possibly get? And besides, didn’t Sherlock warn you about meddling in his affairs once already? He’s going to be expecting you to pull something like this.”

“But it’s worth it this time,” Enola protests. “Y/N, haven’t you seen them? My brother is lost in his head around the clock, but the second Watson opens his mouth, it’s like he’s never heard anything half so interesting. I actually saw him ignore the day’s newspaper for a full hour to listen to Watson talk. It’s got to be love, Y/N.”

You tilt your head to the side. “I can’t argue with that. I visited Sherlock’s flat with you once, I think we were dropping off some old books. He did appear rather besotted.”

“He didn’t just appear besotted, he was,” Enola claims. “The only problem is, my brother can be so bloody prideful that I don’t think I can do this on my own. I’m going to need your assistance in this grand endeavor.” She stands up abruptly, hastening to your side so she can offer you her hand to shake with all the solemnity of a banker about to conduct business. “So? Will you help me?”

You smile up at her. “Seeing as I have the most recent experience with getting a Holmes to confess their feelings, I think my assistance is of the greatest importance. I hereby join your efforts.”

You shake her hand briskly, and Enola breaks into a beaming smile. “See, I knew you would help. You’re the best girlfriend ever.”

You can’t help but laugh. “The greatest ever? On what grounds can you possibly form such a claim?”

“The grounds of the truth,” Enola declares cheerfully. “Now, we must remain focused. My brother’s future happiness depends on it.”

Thus Enola’s so-called grand endeavor begins. The two of you start this effort as you would for any other case. Gathering information is critical to the success of this affair. It would not do to start out on the wrong foot and doom this little adventure before it hardly even gets off of the ground.

The difficulty lies in furthering your well-intentioned goals without alerting Sherlock to your real motives. There’s no doubt that he suspects you from the very moment you first arrive in his flat, but the last thing you want is for him to protest and start going against the whole idea.

At first, Enola wants you to look at the scene with fresh eyes, just to make sure that the whole thing isn’t in her head. This, if anything, tells you that she’s serious about all this– Enola usually jumps headfirst into the first problem that comes her way, never bothering to doubt herself for longer than a second. This, though, she wants to get right. It’s her brother, after all, and if she messes up in the slightest, she’ll lose more than just a potential client but some of her last remaining family.

However, all you see is a match that needs to be made. Sherlock orbits around Watson without even realizing it. At one point, Watson suggests a change that should be made to the room’s layout to allow for better flow of traffic from room to room, and you’re certain that Sherlock’s head may fall from his neck due to the overabundance of bobbing nods of approval.

You and Enola return to the office that night of one mind: Sherlock must be helped, and as soon as possible. You launch an intensive campaign to drive the two men together, including but not limited to inviting both of them out to a midday meal and then accidentally forgetting that neither of you could make it, thus forcing Sherlock and Watson to lunch together, insisting that they go to a certain show or performance in search of clues when really you just want them to go to events together, and even going so far as requesting that Watson try his hand at an old recipe so Sherlock could see him cooking for the two of them and realize his ardent affections.

Nothing, however, goes according to plan. The two of them spend time with each other, of course, and seem more attached to each other than ever, but nary a word is said about it. Annoyed, you and Enola redouble your efforts, but the only result is that you’re both called to Sherlock’s flat about a week later. Alone. No Watson in sight.

Sherlock sits the two of you down on the settee and picks a chair opposite it for himself. Seated with his arms folded tightly across his chest, he doesn’t even have to say a single word before you and Enola regard each other with quick, panicked glances. He’s caught onto you, obviously, and now it’s time for the resulting unhappy speech about your meddling.

Enola smiles tightly, deciding to fend off any unhappiness by acting as if everything is normal. “It’s lovely to see you again, brother. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

Sherlock sighs. “You’re a fellow detective, Enola. How about you tell me?”

You shuffle slightly in your seat. “Are we here because you think we’re doing something we shouldn’t?”

Sherlock turns the force of his disappointed glower onto you. The effect could wither the healthiest of oaks. “Correct, Miss L/N. I have reason to believe that the two of you have been interfering with my affairs. Specifically, my friendship with my flatmate.”

Enola stiffens. “Whatever made you think that?”

Sherlock arches a single dark brow. “I don’t think that, Enola, I know it. You’ve been sending us on excursions so we have an excuse to spend time alone, as if we don’t do that enough already by living together. You’re intentionally manipulating us in an effort to coax what you believe to be the truth from our lips. It isn’t.”

Enola gives him a disbelieving look. “It isn’t? I don’t believe you.”

Sherlock presses his lips together. “You don’t have to believe it. Nothing will come of this. I know what is expected of me. This cannot continue.”

Enola leans forward slightly. “It cannot or it should not? Sherlock, I know you. I know how you look at him, it’s how I look at Y/N. At least admit the truth to yourself.”

Sherlock goes silent for a long time. You almost think he’s forgotten the question entirely until his voice comes again, quiet and strained. “I know what I feel for him. I know that he will never feel the same. Feelings like this are irrational. They do me no good.”

Enola has lost her interrogatory spirit, but she still presses on. “And what are those feelings?” She asks softly.

Sherlock looks up at her, and the expression in his eyes breaks your heart. “I love him,” he says simply.

The room echoes with the gravity of such a confession. And then–

“You love me?”

The voice behind you is unexpected. Startled, you turn around in unison with Enola to see Watson coming through the door. His eyes are wide, but not unhappy. Just surprised. Perhaps even hopeful.

Sherlock rises to his feet in a flash. “Watson– this isn’t what it sounds like, we can work past this, we can–”

Watson raises a hand. “I don’t want to move past it. Not when I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say it.”

You and Enola exchange triumphant glances. By your side, Sherlock and Watson are beginning to go through the tentative motions of realizing that the one thing they have feared all their lives will never come to pass. You recognize this dance from when you and Enola were partners in it; you too remember all of the aching heartsickness involved in it, and what a private moment it was.

Gently, you tug Enola to her feet. “We should leave them to it,” you whisper.

She nods in agreement. The two of you slip out of the flat. You doubt your exit was noticed by either of the men behind you, too lost are they in their own delight.

The afternoon is just settling into dusk when you and Enola emerge onto the pavement outside. Street lights glow down the length of the street, and passersby disappear behind closed doors. You and Enola walk hand in hand down the softly lit avenue, two young lovers leaving two older ones behind. The circle always repeats, the cycle gone unbroken. All is as it should be.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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reesieroo-spark · 3 months

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ANNOUNCEMENT: im gonna be rebooting my OC series…again. It’s not gonna be a soft reboot tho like last time. It’s gonna be a full on reboot with a few changes.

1. My oc series is gonna have an actual name. I haven’t come up with it yet. It’s not gonna have a biggg over arching plot tho, it’s gonna be a one off slice of life kinda deal (think Garfield or Sammyfendi’s Law Kids)

2. Everyone is getting redesigned. I did a deep dive over the art of character design recently and noticed a lot of issues.

3. The story will be getting retconned as well. Kuuma, Fjord, and Gerard are gonna be roommates, they’ll still be maximum riot tho, dw. Salem will also have been with Kuuma before maximum riot was formed

4. Some OCs are going to become background characters. I did this because I feel like they didn’t contribute much, and I rarely drew them. These OCs are: kwato, Regina, Mary Jane, and possibly Shizi (I’m on the fence about him. Kwato and Regina in particular are gonna fuse personalities into a new character. She’ll be a Y2K DJ Sea lion who is Roxy’s GF. Roxy will also have a male vocalist rapper that features on her songs a lot, idk if it’s going to be shizi or someone entirely different

5. Salem is changing species. I want to have one character per species. And I felt like two hyenas was a bit much. So Salem is gonna be a lion! Which makes a lot of sense since lions and hyenas are rivals IRL.

With that said, I’m really excited about the new reboot, and I’m so excited to take my OCs to the next level! And none of my art is getting deleted off tumblr. The new reboot will have its own tag to differentiate it.

#me talking #oc tag

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ajarofbees · 4 months

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hell yeah im excited. nice to see chosen backgrounds does get acknowledged in dialogue (still holding out desperate hope for playable prologue or flashback but this is still pretty neat). the combat is yeah different but still looks snappy and fun. i like the art style in motion its very cool. and its nice to see the personality tones from da2 get used again. i assume they'll affect ambient dialogue for rook, like it did w hawke.

to be safe, for the rest of what we saw:

curious to know what happens to the companion whos left to defend the entrance. i assume nothing too big, since its the beginning, but probably gets brought up in conversations?

looks like varric is getting regulated to an advisor role, which is probably for the best. let him rest. and pour one out for the realest, automatic repeating lady.

since we fucked up the ritual, i wonder if the over arching plot becomes 'rescue solas from the two evil gods', and in doing so he gets a Holy Harsh Cold Sobriety of Reality, Batman moment of 'the past may have good parts but it had really, really bad parts too and it isnt worth trying some foolish effort to bring it back' and 'the current world is worth it and also trying to save your sorry ass'.

but thats just speculation and idk dont wanna put too many eggs in one basket hardy har har.

#dragon age veilguard #veilguard spoilers #for the gameplay reveal at least

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carcharsaur · 1 year

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finally finished something else to put in my got damn tag, let’s go gamers

norn9: var commons an interesting game, charming and understandably a classic from the vita era, but over-ambitious and kind of unfocused and bloated, with a few rough spots

without spoilers, I legit think my perception of this game got really skewed at the beginning based on the play order I did... I would not recommend kakeru first HAHA

I think best off for overall plot elements would be something like: Senri -> Heishi -> Sakuya or Itsuki -> Masamune -> Kakeru -> Akito -> Ron -> Natsuhiko -> epilogue but the only one that is super super required is natsuhiko last, I think. I definitely think them putting kakeru on “recommended” was a MISTAKEEE it left me so dazed about stuff playing it first

part of the game’s problems is just that right there... too many damn routes! a lot of them had endings that felt really unfinished, and there’s a fandisc being localized later this year for the first time but! ideally a game should stand on it’s own merits rather than needing a sequel to feel properly resolved v_v that said, I am rather excited for the FD regardless because I’m invested now lol

on a positive note, I loved all 3 heroines! they’re all characterized distinctly and thoroughly, helped by them all being voiced which I love love love to see in this genre. it helps their characterization a ton, and makes me so much more attached to them. they interact frequently, and have each other’s backs in the stressful situations they find themselves in, rather than squabble over things which was really good. I struggle to pick a favorite from the 3, they all have different charms points and mild frustrations for me. mikoto got the most tears from me overall, I adored koharu and her well-executed (imo) neurodivergent vibes, and I could relate too well to nanami’s emotional wall she builds around herself and her, well, PTSD? T_T haah

my fav pairings for each were: Koharu and Senri, Nanami and Heishi, then Mikoto and Natsuhiko!

-getting into spoilers now-

I also really loved this game’s setting/world lore! it was really interesting, but at the same time it almost feels like the premise of all this would’ve been better served with something that’s not a romance game. it feels like the background and over-arching issues should have had more time and development rather than being brushed over in the course of 10mins in most routes... I know it’s heretical to say for otome games but that’s how it had me feeling. by the time you get to the epilogue it makes thematic sense that the love is an important part but it really, really, does not set that up and build on it well before then so I was left kind of wishy-washy on the game in the middle. I dislike comparing games like this; but the scenario director’s later work, Even If Tempest, handled the romance being integral to the overarching plot much better. though that also was a linear single-perspective story rather than 3 POVS with 3 routes each. orz

getting into more critical things now, the age stuff was a little weird and I just. ignored it most of the time but if that’s something that’s uncomfortable for you (16-17 yr old MCs getting with 20+ yr old guys =_=;) then yeah I strongly do not recommend. they don’t mention it too much but when they do it’s just. man was this necessary. man why did you make nanami 16 when she acts more maturely than the other 2 girls... though that might be the PTSD more than anything AGH. speaking of, I disliked that all of nanami’s routes either have the potential to, or just do straight-up mistreat her... not much to be said about it other than it sucks! it’s not unrealistic but well, forgive me for wanting my romance games to be a bit more idealistic unless they’re going for full tragedy/thriller/etc.

also I think 2 of the routes could’ve been straight-up dropped and had almost no impact on the overall game. ron’s just had... virtually no insight into him other than how awful he is which is like. a matter of taste I guess but god it was more boring than it was shocking or appalling. mundane in his slimy-ness? just magically fix your horrible mans by erasing all the memories that make him who he is. and when he wakes up, he’s somehow the same dude but without all the sadism? wateverrr -_-

and then masamune, I really really like him as a side/support character, and in a bubble I like his character too, and I LOOOOVE his voice actor but man. his dynamic with koharu was uncomfortable. not outright bad but just not a good vibe even if she was never uncomfortable with him it doesn’t sit right. and despite being one of the more ‘important’ characters to the overarching story his route had very little about that stuff in it.. ended up feeling pretty lacking. extremely ironic considering his whole power is being able to see the past of people (and objects?) he touches with his right hand (WHICH ONLY GETS USED ONCE?????). I ended up liking his bad end MORE than his normal end because it focused more on koharu’s relationship with mikoto in a way I liked, even though it was still a tragic circumstance.

they’re just good friends : )

my other least favorite route, which I admit at least has important plot and character and background information, is sakuya’s. I was enjoying it somewhat until he straight up ASSAULTS mikoto in a way that was too visceral and realistic for me, immediately made me want to dumpster him and the lack of real consequence or even anger from the MC in response made him irredeemable to me and I was sick of him by the end. even as a side character he chafed me rather than his overprotective comments being funny or... anything else. common yandere L

on the other hand, I think my fav character overall is heishi. his bad end is a little... huhhh... but I try not to judge too hard on those because most feel like insane non-sequitur anyway.. it felt ooc for him even with his emotional instability. I did enjoy that it was longer than basically every other bad end, though. most are throwaways but his felt like there was some real effort behind it, at least in regards to the decisions nanami brings herself to

but anyway, I could understand people not loving his route or being frustrated with the route it takes with his genki-seeming character. but I find his struggle to control and suppress his negative emotions out of legitimate concern for those around him relatable and compelling! regardless though, when he’s a supporting character he’s MVP for me, no doubt. I didn’t expect him to grow on me so much!

alright after all that I think I’ve run out of steam and thoughts for now...

other than, the epilogue being about robot love was cute! love giving even robots the power to make their way through life: really cute! but the shit about rebirth and exact dna.... man nah. good and bad I guess. I had a mostly good time though

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#car's 2023 media #car talking #WARNING: LONG ASS POST I NEVER STFU #also small thing is that there was still some weirdness and errors in the translation here or there #that kiiinda took me out of it once or twice but. nothing nearly as bad as what I've seen of the vita release LOL

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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2012 Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

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12 Raphie turn uwu I'm constantly sadden by people making him out to be abusive well openly ignoring how he contradicts his words all the damn time. Claims his brothers are annoying and he would be better on his own. First thing he dose when any of them are in trouble? run to their rescue. extends to others even like rushing to save April or how often he covers and protects Casey. You can't go off what he says gotta watch what he dose Raph is emotionally stunted and illiterate. He loves his family and friends he's just not able to communicate it ;3; Honestly I love his character arch in the show it's very much in the background seeing him going from Cocky and closed off to humbling himself a bit and opening up more. I just wish not most of his episodes centered around his fear of bugs (totalt of 3 times we get this plot) considering some of the stuff he dealt with u-u

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.)

"I know how to write jeez." Two examples since the show dose give us this little peek of Raph's work on the party wagon. Raph writes in cursive and he kind of hates it. Raph just has the artist eye and because hes so used to writing tools from drawing he has a nice flow when he writes. Has one of the far more easier handwriting to understand. it is a nice little peek into who he is because its clear to read you can see that Raph is pretty confident the rounded look to his letters also shows he is creative with artistic ability but seeing as we have his art in view we already know this. He writes fast though because he is kind of impatience unless it for like the party wagon painting her than he'll take his time. It's often the only time you'll see Raph hold patience.

✈ : My muse and traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"hmmm been a lot of places? See we went to space cause of the tricetrons. UH been to Japan twice one for time travel and I think Don said we went to some other world Japn that other time too? Uh saw Egypt and Transylvania as well? Soo I dunno whats more distance?"

I guess comes down to what you think is the furthest distance? In America it's up to the Farm House. On the planet? Thanks to Ranet him and his brothers have gone to Parts of Europe, Japan and even Egypt. He has been to Space and not just space different planets well there. Not to mention the few times he's go to full different dimensions. Which I dunno in a way is nice seeing how there was a good chance they would never even seen the surface of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.)

"Eh I 'ike the city too much who needs the outdoors." Lies, during the farm house arch Raphael was fucking thriving in the woods. This boy was out there every day training and even taking care of things around the place like chopping wood for fires and what not. I think he came to really love being out in the woods since they had so much freedom even with the doom hanging over his head. Once Leo was awake from his coma you can see Raph being able to fully enjoy it. The few times they go camping or travel in more nature settings he never has any issue with it, its a nice change of pace from sewer tunnels and brick city buildings.

He was having the time of his life even when him and brothers tried to figure out how to simply start a fire he was pretty damn excited for a fire even if the rain took it out soon after. Heck first solo patrol he goes on hes wearing his vision quest outfit for no reason at all. Raph just really got in tuned with nature didn't take much for him to do so on his quest either able to connect with fire pretty easy. Also one of the times Raph's anger issue were really centered because he was anger all that fresh air seemed to be good for him.

Closest he gets to nature in the city is when he sneaks away to the docks. He loved the woods of course but he loves the beach even more. He likes the feeling of walking on the soft sand, loves the sound of the waves washing over it. When the moon is is wide and full it's near sliver light seems to just reflect over the water and give the sand an unmatched look. It's the pretties thing he has ever seen and only recreated once by a certain pretty boy of his.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.)

"First? well I guess watching Splinter fightin' ? I kind of remember getting rolled over by that shopping cart too?"

I love Lone Rat and Cubs it's such a good episode makes me sad it was all the way in season 5!! But man It's just cute watching Splinter take on his role as the turtles Dad. And just watching him slowly watch his turtles personalities start to come in to fulrition. Raphael watched Splinter run to check on him when he got hurt and honestly? Raph as a baby turtle could have easily died at that time falling flat on the ground, having been ran over even and only his plastron chipped? To then watch Splinter's own anger flare and send him into a murderous rage on the kraang? Yeaaah I feel this was a core memory for old Raphie boy here uwu

Raph seems to really make strength and fighting out to be important. Often refereed to have a fiery warrior spirit even. Watching his father lash out when someone he cared for got hurt and won? Familiar isn't that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"I'll eat anything that aint fuckin' algae"

The turtles went a good while eating a very limited source of food for clear obvious reasons, but having pizza was like a mind blow experience so much so they wanted Mr.Murakami to make them pizza as well getting their pizza dumplings a dish they pretty much only seem to eat there. So safe to say Raph loves Pizza. He's pretty simple and more goes for just pepperoni often grossed out by Mikey's experimental toppings.

I'd also say that Raph also is a fan of lasagna because it was what Casey's dad made when he went to first meet them. Sure the whole meeting was awkward as fuck. But Arnold was hardly phased by A giant turtle in his house. He called him by name, he looked at Raph when he spoke. he didn't talk to him through Casey, and yeah maybe asking how long has he been a turtle been enough to make Casey face plat on to the table. Raph knew there wasn't any malice in Arnaldo's voice.

He did something Raph didn't know he wanted he saw Raph as he was he was scared or put off and even acknowledged it as just something normal he never diverts from the fact Raph is in fact a fucking mutant turtle. It's just who Raph is. And Raph can never explain it but he will always apperacite how Casey's Dad was with him and continued to be. So yes he loves lasagna but only caseys dad's I think it be cute if he learned how to make it since he takes on role of cook for his own family ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Pft come on i'm all for metal music, punk or just good classic rock. Though Taylor Swift is my girl."

Of course Raph loves anything with good drum beats in it so he can learn the parts of those songs himself on his own drum set. He loves metal and music more in that vine. Loves the vibrations from those kinds of songs and groups. They are loud and it's kind of why he likes them so much it makes it easier to pick up on the sound from and its often how he learns to play those parts from listening so intently.

Of course hes got a soft spot for some pop music but nothing tops his love for Taylor Swift music from here start to her current sound even. Shake it off happens to be his all time favorite song and often what he listens to when hes just having a bad day. Lets to have little spa days listing to it on repeat uwu. It why he never would judge Casey on some of his taste in music cause Raphs a swifty u-u a proud one yes but still can he really mock anyone when he's over there in his room singing to bad blood? Nope besides he likes to think his and Casey's song is Wonderland.

Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.)

"Gotta be like a stone in river."

HAHAHAHHA not never this boy has never been able to just move on and let things go he just claims he dose. Donnie puts it best when telling raph to get new material. Raph never is full able to work though things though so it's hard for him to just let it go. He just brushes it off but that means it's never really resolved.

Hell his issues with Splinter is the biggest clue to this fact. Raphael never gets to fully get into how he feels because he struggles with expressing his emotions and feelings. From people not really letting him have the stage so he can talk, jumping in to fill in the gaps or put words in his mouth that isn't what he is trying to say at all. Which of course frustrates him because no one is listening! or giving him that simple need to be heard. Raph isn't looking for solutions he just wants his emotions to be heard. That is why his anger issue are so bad his temper is trying to express how he is feeling but it just comes out in a burst of furry and rage.

Raph never able to turly work over things that get to him it's why he seems to have issue with Leo its not aimed at Leo he just became the target. Raph ties so fucking hard he just wants Splinter's affection and praise. Splinter states he once wanted to be an artist and its why he named his sons after artist of his favorite period in time of art. And Raphs pretty good at art and takes it serious even knowing enough to name characters after works of art or artis themself it what he did with Chompy. He loves to fight and train and genuinely enjoys sparring and practicing. He often is the one who wins the sparring matches and when he dose? He seeks Splinters praise! He wants his Dad's approval so damn much. That Raph assumed he would be leader but when leo is made leader with out a second thought? Sure explains why Raph at the start is so critical of Leo's leadership. Questions his orders and heck he often gets Mikey and Donnie to agree with his side over Leo's turning the team against Leo more than once. But it was never even about Leo.Raph only ever seems to start expressing this resentment later when he finally calls out Splinter.

Raph just wants Leo to slip up knock him down a peg or two even show Splinter he isn't perfect and shouldn't be the so called favorite. Its kind of awful of Raph to see Splinter giving leo that weight of responsibility purely out of favoritism. It's pretty clear Raph admires Splinter he always shows him respect. He controls his temper around him listens to Splinter over any one even. This boy just feels he can never measure up to Leo in his fathers eyes.

Splinters death hurts them all of course but it hurts Raph worse because he never got to repair their relationship. Raph tried to follow his Dad's advice but it just never worked for him. To let things they get to him roll off his back like water, soon Raph found himself drowning in all that water. He was never water it was like his flames were being extinguished. It's what he needed most for people to see his fiery nature not as something bad because fire isn't always dangerous either.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

"Eh I dunno I sleep when I sleep and get what I need I guess."

Raph is a night owl he likes to stay up but he also dose struggle with sleeping a bit. So he is often just up watching tv till his eyes grow tried. Sometimes Raph sleeps just a bit more than he normally dose because sometimes getting up is just to hard and he rather be in bed.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.)

"..I like art"

Raph and his art skills I wish got more love just cause it's so an underrated part of his character. I truly feel he got into it because of Splinter. But he soon took a real interest in it on his own learning about different artis and paintings even to points he uses it to nickname Mona and name Chompy after who I am going to claim to be his favorite artist Picasso.

Raph loves to draw a lot but it's something he more keeps to himself but his brothers I feel know raph can draw, he has draw fan art of Captain Ryan for Leo and used to draw with Mikey when they tots. He sort of got into the habit of Drawing special stuff just for Casey it was a subtle way at first for him to express he had a crush on them. Casey also being able to draw soon landed them to start making street art together and it was kind of his favorite thing to do nearly beating going out and getting into fights together even. I like to think he has drawn on Casey a few times with washable markers of course. Sometimes just the little grim reaper he draws Casey Vigilante look.

For a short time after Splinter dies though Raph can't pick up a pencil again and refuses to do anything art related. It just hurts too much. Chompy getting into drawing though sort of helps bring Raph's love for it back. In a way it's him getting something he never had with Splinter. He wanted to connect with Splinter so bad but just couldn't but his own kids? It sort of helps heal something in him that was always hurting he wasn't aware of.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.)

"Eh not really for it much if im honest, people online are annoying."

He has some social media but he isn't active persay. Raphael isn't much for sites that would require more interaction on his part he more for stuff like Vine or youtube cause watching others videos is a bit more fun. of course he kind of likes the skater trick videos or mimicky jackass stuff that was pretty popular back then. He has a tumblr and sometimes he'll post his art there a few of his street art/ tagging as well. But never went and like connected with people online Raph kind of sees no value to it he rather it be in person even if he wont admit to it.

✉ : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.).

"Hmm I like maybe ten people at best."

Raphs just a grumpy turtle lets be honest. I would call him introverted though. He isn't very pleasant on a first meeting and he kind of doesn't give a shit to win people over either when meeting someone. But he dose tend to prefer others company at times, heck hell actively look around to see if any of his brothers are available to hang out with. Annoyed if they more occupied with other things. At other times he rather be alone and needs to be alone even.

But some people seem to be exceptions Raph dose seem to like hanging out with his brothers training with Leo, watching tv with Don or sitting in Mikey's room. But of course his favorite person to be alone together with is lCasey his best friend and boy friend uwu. Sometimes he can just exist in Casey's presence without saying a word. Though often when alone? They are a bit busy making out and such soooo talking isn't always needed uwu. But other times they are just happily cuddled together just soaking in each other.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.).

"Smarter than bone head so clearly ya don't need it."

Raph's decently smart actually sure he isn't on Don's level or even Mikey's surprise genius but he is clever. A more creative thicker than a logical one for sure. Fights tends show this best since he can often adjust what he is doing on the fly. Like in his and Casey's fight he has to switch up what he is doing a lot. Taking advantage of what he can to get one up on Casey. He goes from brute strength to more tactical movements as Casey's way of fighting dose throw him since they can go both offense and defense easily. And Raph has a far more defense style of fighting.

He doesn't always understand what Don is saying and has to ask them to re-explain. But at the same time sometimes he'll make suggestion that sound stupid like shooting sonic blasts into the air only for Donnie to back it up and state he's not wrong just not in the litteral way he may take it.

But was able to learn how to make use of hitting pressure points just from watching Splinter do it.

I would more say he has Spatial intelligence, he is a visual person its easier to understand something when he can see it and works well with his ability to draw.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.).

"I may like them a lot."

Raph is just making himself out to be a Disney Princess here, he loved and took such great care of Spike. He knows how to talk to pigeons and clearly loves them from how he petted one. He spoiled both Savage and Chompy as turtles. Knew exactly what they needed from their diet to their tank. Raph often watches animal documentaries as well and can get a bit too tied up in them. Easily grows attached to the ones more focused in the videos and will get visibly upset if anything happens to them. Like if a cub is killed he will be upset for days and often it's covered up because well he's Raph hes a walking bad mood. If asked? he knows he'll get laughed at but he really was upset okay u-u

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.)

"uh? I don't really do 'em I guess?"

I feel its not really something the turtles do but I like to think for special occasions Raph will go out of his way to do something nice either find something his brothers mentioned liking or needing. He tends to go further for Casey but that's his boy friend uwu the more physical thing he gave Casey of course was their collar at first he was just messing around when finding one in some old shop. It was a joke a first wanting to make them pout cause hes cute when pouting, but then Raph kind of saw it as something Casey could keep from him something that was a more tangible visual of him and Casey dating. Of course, it played into a few kinks that Raph didn't know he had either. Outside that I feel Casey has gotten a few drawings from Raph not a lot just a few here and there. He rather Casey only have like finished work if he gives him anything like that.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).

"uh..ya know it's fine."

Raph loves his brothers theres no way around that he may fight with them find them annoying even and hell sometimes wish he was alone. But Raph would kill anyone who hurts them. He often puts them before himself "I don't care if I get hurt but my brothers?" Raph is very protective of his brothers and he would gladly die protecting them but his job is to protect them. He's a tough guy but he has a soft sport for all three of them.

Mikey of course that's his baby brother anything happens to him puts him in the worst panics and brings out the worst of his aggression. Raph also will help pick Mikey back up when he's been beaten emotionally down.

Donatello despite how he may drag them at times it's clear Raph is looking out for Donnie in his own way wanting to protect them from more emotional pains. Which is funny because in the show at least Don even with the fact he will call Raph a baby and often remark on bringing up old stuff all the time, also is the most in tune with Raphael. Often the only one who feels bad if he was the cause of Raph being upset. Raphael also tends to mess with Donnie the most in sparing matches its far more like playtime for him if not a lot of bullying. Think you can blame this on the fact that Donnie would fight back against Raph when they were tots. Don's like the only brother Raph will out right admit almost beats him in fights as well, Leo's his rival can't and wont do that. Mikey is baby brother he hate if they ever one up him after all. Donnie though? He even states how Donnie impresses him at times. I think Don showing concern for Raph's emotional state often helps with why they are the way they are sure they bicker. Raph and Don seem to often take eachs other sides pretty easily if they aren't fighting between themself of course. Don often agreeing with Raph against Leo. And Raph encouraging Don's own rebellious nature when going against Leo's orders. I'd say Raph and Don have a bit or rockyness between them still sadly and has kind of made Raph get distant from his twin in this verse when he was told Don had a crush on Casey he got visibly upset the reason for it was because he felt like him and Don always had a good relationship he could just always count on one fact. Donnie was there for him but he couldn't tell him about this? Even if Don is right and maybe Raph would have stepped back he just wished they would have trusted him. When it turned out Don was sick Raph of course worried about his brother and moved past this but as stated he never really got to properly air things out with Donnie and has sort of let that distance grow which he felt more when he and Casey were in a difference universe sort of using that worlds Donnie as a stand in made he see that well he really just misses his twin brother.

Leo of course they have their rivalry but it's clear that was never targeted at Leo. Raph loves Leo and he and Leo are very close referring to themself as the A team even. They often can work well enough with out talk needed between them. And can goof around easily. When Raph was in such a fit of rage Leo hugging him snapped him out of it. Often Leo can get through to Raph the best And Raph soon learned to understand what Leo's dealing with and ties to be his right hand more than another follower. Raph is honestly? very close to Leo despite everything Leo meet him head on sure they fight but Leo will try and at least give raph that space he needs to talk but he will also let Raph well be a little brother at times when he rests against them or just needs to seek out a sense of saftey he always turns to Leo. As sad as it is he can go to Leo over Splinter because he knows Leo dosen't think bad of him how he feels Splinter dose. He would rather die then admit any of that but Leo's nearly a parental figure for Raph. Losing Leo scares him more than losing Splinter ever did.

When Raph's and Casey's turtles mutate of course it's like them forming their own family. Raph honestly just wants his sons to know they don't need to earn thier love he will always love them and be proud of them if they make mistakes he isn't going to scold them he rather understand why they needed to think a bit more through thier choices. Wants them to know they can always tell how they feel no matter what. Help them with thier own anger issues maybe even as well. Raphael just dosen't want Savage ad Chompy to ever feel like he did growing up he might still mess up but he wants his sons to at least know he loves them more than anything and would burn the world if anything happened to them uwu

Raph of course has his in-laws as well which I feel is a special relationship for Raph. he met Angel first and she can get him to do anything I feel. He let her paint his face up and though he hates it? Hell always let her do it. He sees her as his own sister and when she did slip and get mixed up with the Purple Dragons landing Casey in trouble not once did he yell at her over it. Casey mom he only met once when she had pasted and needed to figure out how to help Casey. Se was nice and kind to him and seemed to trust Casey in his care which to Raph was like having a blessing. If Casey mom felt Raph was good for Casey then he must be and honestly? it help his jealousy and fears. Casey father I went into I like to see it as Raph kind of getting the parent relationship he might have more needed growing up. He may never get to that level of comfort that Casey has with his Dad but he dose grow to feel he can turn to Casey dad when needed.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #muse bio: hamato rapheal #meme answers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ you think first i hit first aflockoffeathers]#[this kid is awesome aflockoffeathers]#[ if only i could i'd swap our places be runnin up that hill forthehonorandthegorly]#stayed qeued

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ggukbabyy · 3 years

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bro... idk about the whole plot of the drabble but it definitely should have some sexual tension going on but i'm not talking about a quick tension, you know... it could take hours or days idk i feel like you would kill it

“No, never,” you comment with a small shake of your head. Taehyung looks indignant.

“Everyone has done something outside of the bedroom at some point.”

You simply shake your head. “Not me.” Your eyes flick to Jeongguk briefly, his gaze drilling holes into the side of your face. He leans forward, forearms resting on the table.

“You’ve never needed someone so badly you couldn’t wait?” His voice is deep and husky, a hidden implication giving his words weight. You hold his gaze.

“The waiting is the fun part.” The corner of his mouth forms a faint smirk.

“That’s where we’ll have to disagree,” he replies, holding your eyes as he takes a long pull from his drink. Everyone breaks off into different conversations, the intrigue of your reluctance to perform sexual acts in a public space no longer the most interesting thing to discuss. Jeongguk appears to be the only one not ready to let it go.

You sit opposite him in the pub, enough people occupying the space that the din of background conversation makes it hard for others to hear as Jeongguk leans across the table once again.

“Do you really believe that? About waiting?” You’re not quite sure why he’s so interested but you entertain his line of questioning.

“100 percent,” you reply without hesitation and Jeongguk nods slowly as he considers your answer.

“You don’t think the desperation to have someone near you, in you, there and then is fun? How is that not better than waiting?” His eyebrows are drawn together in skepticism. He can’t for the life of him understand how you could enjoy waiting. It’s disheartening to hear when he’s spent the better part of the night trying to figure out a plan that would get you to follow him into the toilets. You’ve been acquaintances for about 4 months and he’s spent an embarrassingly large proportion of his time in your company thinking of all the different ways he’d like to spend his time with you if he could get you alone. And not for one second would he want to wait.

“I enjoy the anticipation,” you begin, moving to mirror his position. Jeongguk gets a wonderful eyeful of cleavage and he takes his time appreciating it.

“Wanting it so desperately and knowing you can’t have it now makes it all the better when it does happen.” For most of the sentence Jeongguk is picturing his dick between your tits so he only half hears what you say.

“Anticipation doesn’t change shit,” replies Jeongguk, leaning slightly closer. A small smile plays across your face, head tilted to the side slightly.

“It’s my favourite,” your voice has turned sultry, the alcohol muddling Jeongguk’s brain preventing him from noticing the change immediately. “The person is so close and not close enough, almost touching where you want and you could scream in frustration because two centimeters to the left and it would feel so fucking good, but they make you wait,” your voice is soft and captivating; even with everything happening around Jeongguk you’re the only one he can hear. His whole body feels jittery yet he’s glued to the spot, his chest beginning to rise and fall just a little deeper as you draw the perfect picture for him. “And wait some more, until I could cry, until I’m begging for the slightest touch or kiss in just the right place, so desperate and needy.” The switch from describing a situation to talking about yourself doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeongguk. In fact, it makes the room seem a little hotter, his pants feel a little tighter, his brain seems a little more clouded as he tries to focus on anything but the sounds you’d make as you beg or the words you’d say to get what you wanted from him. Saliva pools in his mouth at the thought of you spread below him close to tears with desperation. Your eyes are alive and wild yet the rest of your face is the picture of innocence and he’s not sure how much more he can take. You’re inching closer to his face across the table as you speak.

“But you don’t like waiting, do you Jeongguk?” You ask and he can faintly feel the warmth of your breath against his lips from this distance. He swallows thickly.

“You don’t want to keep me waiting, don’t like the idea of making me beg for it? For you?” You add on innocently, eyebrows raised as though you’d asked a perfectly simple, appropriate question. Jeongguk can barely form a coherent sentence with his head so full of everything you’ve just said. You stay there leaning on the table for a few more seconds, Jeongguk’s eyes flicking down to your lips, the air around you both suffocating and heavy. You grin widely before leaning back into your chair triumphantly. Jeongguk’s eyes are clouded with arousal, not trying to hide where your words have taken him and his reluctance to return to the real world. By the time he does you’ve moved on to a conversation with Jimin, giggling at his shit jokes. You don’t look Jeongguk’s way once for the rest of the night and it drives him insane.

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Two weeks later and you’re at Jimin’s place for a barbecue with a friend. Only Jimin’s housemates are Yoongi and Jeongguk, and no one told Jeongguk you were coming over. Ever since the night at the pub, Jeongguk has fantasised about you more than he would care to admit - even to himself. More than a few times his hand wandered south with pictures of you flashing behind his eyelids, replaying the conversation you’d had over and over, vividly picturing you doing the things you’d described. So when he walks out of the patio doors into the garden to see you laid across a towel on the floor, the smallest bikini he has ever witnessed wrapped around your body, to describe his feelings as shocked is a gross understatement. From his vantage point he can watch you while you remain none the wiser, so he takes the precious time to appreciate everything that you are. Your legs go on for miles and are toned to perfection, your tits fill out your bikini with some left to spill over the side and yearning burns deep in his stomach to have his lips against the smooth flesh, dragging his tongue leisurely across your nipple. Images of you begging for him flash violently across his mind, and he’s itching to return to his bedroom for a few minutes. But then you turn over and notice him, a lazy grin creeping slowly across your mouth.

“Can I help you?” You ask innocently, eyes dancing with amusement at having caught Jeongguk staring. He saunters over to you, arms braced behind him as he sits down.

“You’re in my garden, I should be asking you that question.” Your eyes are glued on the way his biceps tense to support his weight. It should be illegal for Jeongguk to walk around shirtless, even if it is the height of summer. For the sake of your own sanity he should walk around in a full wetsuit - but you’re sure he’d manage to make that look sexy. His broad chest is on full display, the golden skin pulled taut against the toned muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes continue their journey down his stomach, thoughts swirling at the dusting of hair beneath his belly button, following it down until it disappears beneath his shorts.

“Are you nearly done?” Amusement drips from his words as you pull your eyes from their pleasant detour. You fight desperately to keep the heat from your face.

“Almost.” Jeongguk’s tongue pokes the side of his cheek at your answer. He’s used to girls fawning over him, melting into a puddle of shy giggles and doting compliments. Not this. The idea of having you begging beneath him becomes more and more appealing the more you demonstrate all the ways you need to be taught a lesson.

Both of you bask in the heat of the sun in silence, music drifting out from the kitchen, Yoongi’s contagious laughter bringing a smile to your face. Surreptitiously you peek one eye open, looking sideways at Jeongguk. The perfect definition of his jaw is showcased with the way his head is tilted towards the sun, little beads of sweat developing at his temples and clinging to the nape of his neck.

“You should really put suncream on,” you state, shutting your eye before he can catch you again.

“Are you offering?” His tone is bored but excitement thrills through his chest.

“Not really.” Jeongguk fights the smile threatening to reveal itself.

“If I end up burning, it'll be all your fault,” Jeongguk complains, and when you say nothing in return, his arms buckle under his weight dramatically, his back thudding against the grass.

“I can feel the blisters forming already,” he groans, rocking side to side. You suppress chuckles as you watch his performance.

“Unngh,” he groans, turning his head to look at you, a fake pained expression pulling against his features. “I need you to put suncream on me,” he whines, “please.” His lips jut into a pout.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you reply with an eye roll, Jeongguk all but ignoring it as a delighted grin lights up his face.

While you grab the cream, Jeongguk arranges himself into his original position, a satisfied smile gracing his plump lips as he basks in both his small victory and the heat of the sun. His smile vanishes, eyes snapping open, when he feels the cool of a shadow passing across him only to be faced with you straddling his lap. Your expression is the picture of innocence, eyes wide, head tilted, soft lips slightly parted as you hold to bottle of cream in one hand expectantly, but a flicker of wickedness flashes across your eyes, there one second and gone so quickly Jeongguk could almost convince himself that you’re clueless to the effect your close proximity has on him. But the way your back arches into him gives you away.

Jeongguk hisses a breath through his teeth at the first contact of the suncream against his warm skin and you giggle. There’s no hint of amusement on his face. Having you so close and yet unable to touch you has his mind reeling and frustration bubbling like acid in the pit of his stomach. You smell incredible, sweet and floral, and your hands are delicate as they roam his chest and stomach, eyes completely focused on the task at hand. He sighs deeply as he lets himself become lost in the way you touch him, the way your hands rove confidently, traversing low enough to have him forcing down the urge to buck his hips against you.

Nothing in the world is going to pull your gaze from the path your hands trace against Jeongguk’s skin. From his broad shoulders and collarbones you would be happy to drag your tongue across, to your palm grazing his nipple, noting the muscle in his jaw jumping at the contact. Down, down, down his stomach as low as his shorts allow, over his hips and waist. All amusement has vanished as your fingers explore. Jeongguk’s breathing is deep as you toy with the waistband of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger just underneath. He’s watching you like a hawk, nostrils flaring as he wills you to just reach down, give him the look so he can take you upstairs and show you there’s no fun in waiting. Instead you raise your eyes to his and breathe out, “I need to do your arms.”

He shifts his weight forward, one arm held out for you, the other sliding around your body, hand resting gently on your arse. Raising your eyebrows questioningly at the placement, Jeongguk simply shrugs, a devilish smile flashing at you.

“What’s the matter, darling?” His deep voice questions. You forego a reply, squeezing cream directly onto his arm. He watches your face with delight as you continue.

“Turn around so I can do your back,” your voice is barely above a whisper. Having him so close for so long is starting to prove difficult. You can’t get your thoughts away from his hands, how strong and big they are in your own, how they’d wrap perfectly around your neck or how easy it would be for Jeongguk to prod and massage your g-spot until you were exhausted from overstimulation. It hasn’t slipped your notice that he’s been getting progressively harder beneath you, every inch of him pushing against your core. It’s getting hard to breathe, hard to look him in the eye - he relishes every second of your struggle with a cocky grin. His eyes are heavy and clouded with arousal and he drags his gaze leisurely down your body and back again.

“I’m sure you can reach from here, darling.” The determined look in your eye has Jeongguk chuckling. The action of reaching your hands over his shoulders and down his back has your chest pushing into his face and a small groan rumbles in Jeongguk’s throat. Your stomach burns with desire at the sound, a desperate need to hear the sound over and over, louder and then whispered into your ear, claws mercilessly at your insides, threatening to suffocate you. Without thinking you push your hips down in an effort to garner some friction against your swollen clit. The manoeuver doesn’t go unnoticed.

Jeongguk’s mind is blank. Your arse is pushing back into his palms, his fingers massaging the supple flesh delicately. With your tits so close to his face he determines it would be criminal if he doesn’t lean forward just a little more. His hair tickles your cheek as he moves, his nose brushing your chest as he gets closer. He flattens his tongue against the swell of your breast, licking a stripe against your glowing skin before sinking his teeth into you. A small gasp escapes your lips, hips rutting against him of their own accord. He groans again, using his hands to push you into him harder, desperation and frustration intermingling at the clothing separating your pussy from his bare skin. He pulls back to look up at you, the muscles of his jaw jumping as he restrains himself. Your lips are so close, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly, each waiting to see what the other will do, the atmosphere suffocating as the tension rises. Jeongguk’s gaze is intense and his eyes flick briefly down to your lips, his intentions and desires clear.

“Come to my room.” His voice is gravelly and shoots heat directly to where you need his touch the most. “Let me touch you, make you feel so good, princess.”

“We can’t,” you whisper back, lacking conviction.

“Why not?” Whines Jeongguk.

“Everyone will see and they’ll know.” It’s a feeble excuse and your resolve to stick with it is crumbling quickly.

“I’ll happily fuck you out here if that’s what you’d prefer.” Your cheeks flame at the idea. “It would be easy,” he continues, mind so consumed with you and his need to have you as close as possible. His fingers skim the apex of your thigh, toying with the edge of your bikini. “I’d just have to pull this to the side and then I’d see your pretty pussy, but I bet you have a tight cunt, couldn’t take my cock all at once.” Your core clenches reflexively at his words and you know you’re absolutely fucked.

“Come to my room,” he states, moving your hips over his with his hands. You smile devilishly, leaning forward until your lips almost brush.

“I’m sure you can wait a little bit longer.”

an; so i clearly don't know the meaning of the word drabble and you said i'd kill it so the perfectionism took over and i couldn't stop until i thought it was good

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say-narry · 3 years

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Characters: Harry!boyfriend x reader

Word count: ~1.8K

Tags: insinuations, masturbation, explicit sex

Quotes: 5. "The noises you make are amazing" / 21. "Lie down and touch yourself. I want to watch."

Author's note: English isn't my first language, tell me if you enjoyed

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Touch yourself

Harry's house was the best place in the world.

Because of the extensive area, with high walls and almost isolation, we could scream and moan as loudly as we could and as much as we could.

Harry loved this show and so did I. He was on vacation, a fortnight away from the show.

He was on vacation, 15 days to be exact. I had also taken a leave of absence from work and my college was once a week, so we could be stuck with each other all the time.

Today would be no different.

It was late Friday night, we had made a carbonara and red wine.

We talked about his next movie, about his band, about Mitch's son, and about my college.

It was so nice to live with Harry in that way. He was witty, he always made me laugh, and we were good together, in bed and out.

Harry went through the streaming catalog and nothing, he went through the animated movies but we had seen almost all of them, horror movies were not a good choice because I had frequent nightmares, until he came to one: 365 dni.

I had seen this movie before, Massimo was mafia and had kidnapped Laura, who in turn resisted the temptation to fuck him and in the end they fell in love.

The plot was not so good, but the explicit scenes were to be given a standing ovation.

"How about it?" Harry suggested with a mischievous little smile on his lips, I agreed as if I hadn't noticed that.

I continued with my glass of wine in one hand while scrolling through social media on my smartphone with the other. I was sitting next to Harry on the huge black couch, who was lying down and patting my bent knee.

Every now and then I would look at the screen, the actor Michele Morrone was showing off his tattoos and fit body, I wouldn't be crazy to deny how gorgeous he was.

"Do you think he's handsome?" I heard Harry's voice and turned my face quickly, I didn't know if it was embarrassment or the wine, but my cheeks heated up.

"You don't think so?"

"Don't answer one question with another, lovie." Her eyes closed minimally and her dimples showed.

"I think, this man must do some damage." I teased Harry, who crossed his arms and sat down on the couch, staring at me in an indignant way.

"What about me, Y/N?" His voice came out squeaky, which made him scratch his throat making me laugh.

"What about you?" I turned my attention back to my cell phone. We had always been very free to talk about sex, no wonder Harry wrote about it in his songs.

"I also do damage in bed, your squirts are proof of that." His hand that was on my knee, went to my thigh, closer to my spot.

"I never denied that, Harry." I blocked the cell phone and climbed into his lap. He was wearing a pair of shorts and was apparently without underwear, because as soon as our privates made contact, I could tell his cock was already a little perky. "But what do you say we test something?" I put my hair to the side and my hands on his shoulders, my right hand pulling his head to the side, giving me room to take advantage of his exposed neck.

I moaned softly and rolled over once, which was enough for Harry's hands to grab my waist and press me down further, making me feel his member even more.

"Anything you want, baby." Harry moaned with his eyes closed and I licked his neck before branding him.

I moved up to his marked jaw. I could hear the movie in the background, but I didn't care, Harry's uncompressed breathing was what mattered.

"I want you to masturbate for me." I spoke softly in his ear and Harry's fingers gripped my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh.

"Volvyer?" His question came out in a whisper and I agreed with a grunt.

I had already done this on video call, I spread my legs and deleted myself with my own fingers while Harry masturbated his own cock on the tour bus. He owed me one.

Within minutes, his clothes were on the floor and I was still only in my panties and bra. I ran my wet panties over his semi-erect cock, moving it back and forth.

I couldn't wait to feel him stretching and thrusting until I was senseless, but I would like to have that scene in my head.

"Do it for me, baby. I licked his lips and pulled him with my teeth "Lie down and touch yourself. I want to watch."

I left a kiss on his mouth and sat down next to Harry, touching my clit under my panties.

Harry grabbed his long pink member, moving it from top to bottom, biting his lower lip and sometimes seeing his belly flex momentarily, due to the excitement coursing through his cock.

I continued massaging my clit, Harry could see my act, so much so that his empty hand reached out and pulled my panties aside.

"Baby..." he moaned.

"Come on baby, I'm so wet for you, do this for your lovie..." I tapped my wet center, evidencing what I was saying.

My blood shot out of my chest and I could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of Harry's cock. It was beautiful to see his lips and the head of his cock in the same color, it was sexy and exciting.

I saw Harry's member get a little bigger, his right hand that was on it already showed the bulging veins, the sound of the humidity was louder than the sound of the TV. Harry laid his head down and his hand took more precise movements "Y/N... I want to fuck you so hot..." Harry's chest was already sweating, his cock was shiny from excitement and at times I saw his hips lift off the couch as he tried to take more friction from his own hand. "I thought of my pussy squeezing you baby, you know how hot and tight I am...you make me so full..." Harry's mouth opened and his hand quickened.

I had stopped touching myself to enjoy the scene, but Harry's fingers moved under my spot very slowly, making me spread my legs even wider.

Harry was sweating, his breathing was ragged, his eyes closed with a frown on his forehead and his mouth still ajar. "Oh Hazz..." I moaned rolling around in his fingers as I gripped the couch cushions.

It was the sight of the highest carnal pleasure.

"Oh... I'm going to cum..." Harry moaned and I plucked up courage and sat down next to him, I placed my hand over his and settled down kissing his neck. "The noises you make are amazing..." I moaned and soon the the liquid of Harry's arousal was all over my hand, his cock with bulging veins was hot and heavy, sometimes I ran my thumb over his glans and he stretched his legs in a spasm and opened his mouth even wider. "Do you want to cum, Harry?"

He nodded in agreement as my movements became slower "Yes Y/N, please, I beg you, I was a good boy!" Harry moaned desperately and arched his hips again "My good little boy..." I sped up my movements on Harry's cock and my other hand returned to my clit.

Within minutes, we both let out moans in unison in the room, Harry's cock was spasming as he released his thick, white leitinho as I felt my panties get completely wet.

"Ohh... ohh... oohh" Harry grabbed my hand that was making the last movements on his cock and squeezed it, in a kind of milking.

Harry's toes had curved, his cum dripping down onto his abdomen and now with his eyes open, you could see his pupils dilated and his breathing deep.

I ran my index finger in my mouth and sucked it staring at him, still with my head lying on the couch next to him, thanks to Harry's fruit diet, its taste was pleasant.

"Did you like it?" Harry asked and I agreed, a little soft from the recent orgasm "You teased me too much, we make a great team..."

"We are Harry..." I closed my eyes and heard I see red playing in the background.

"Baby..." Harry called out to me.

"Yes, honey?" Sleep had caught up with me after all this effort with relaxation.

"I'm going to buy us a boat."

I still kept my eyes closed, but I could see the scenes in replay and Harry's mischievous smile as he said it... and I definitely wasn't going to complain about being Harry's Laura.

#fanfic harry styles #one shot harry styles #harry styles fanfic #imagine harry styles #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles imagines #prompt harry styles

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liighty · 4 years

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Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece

(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT

In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon

Anyways, back to the fic.

Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.

Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\

Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])

Fic under cut!!!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.

"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown.

"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-" Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!"

You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"

"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"

A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"

Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"

"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."

Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?"

Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same. Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"

I'm regretting this more and more by the second.

The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?

Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.

She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-"

Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.

"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together.

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz." "Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."

"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.

You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.

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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.

Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you.

You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.

You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.

"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-

"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"

H-Huh?

Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it.

She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.

"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.

Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.

"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."

"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"

Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"

She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!"

The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"

"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes.

"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.

"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.

After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."

"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"

How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?

"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."

You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.

"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.

Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.

Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now-

Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.

#Skull Boss Guzma #team skull guzma #guzma #guzma x reader #pokemon guzma #team skull #pokemon #pokemon x reader #My writing #i return #hyperfixation #simp hours

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outofsstyles · 4 years

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DRESS

a/n: hello my loves!! I’m very excited to share this one with you all!! This is my fic for @berrynarrybanana‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge, the prompt I chose being ‘Against The Wall’!! So before anything, I just wanted to say a special thank you to Casey and everyone that helped put together the challenge, it was really fun to do :) this one is basically a bit of plot with a lot of smut sooo... as always feedback is very welcome, and I hope everyone enjoys it!!

Word count: 7.7k

Pairing: boyfriend!Harry + reader

Rating: M

You go out for brunch with an old friend and Harry’s frustrated.

You sigh contently as you find yourself slowly waking up.

The soft sound of your alarm plays in the background, making you reach your arm from under the warm covers to stop the noise. Once the room gets quiet again, you allow yourself to relax back to your previous position, snuggling further into your boyfriend’s body. You assume he’s asleep, considering he’s a heavy sleeper -especially on his off days - usually needing a bit coaxing until he wakes up from his deep slumber.

Even with your eyes closed, you can still picture his peaceful face. His eyelids resting gently on his cheekbones, lips forming a slight pout as he breathes out small puffs - sometimes a snore or two between them. It’s something that with time you’ve learned to find it endearing, getting to a point where you now have a hard time sleeping without his sleeping sounds.

You’re almost dozing off once again when you feel Harry shifting behind you. A small groan catches your attention, making you aware that he is, in fact, awake. The arm that’s mindlessly draped over your hip moves up, pulling you further into his body so that your back is fully against his chest. You can feel him nosing up into your hair, his lips brushing on your neck over the strands.

At this point you know for sure he doesn’t plan on getting any extra snoozing minutes in the morning. He shifts once more, you can feel his head moving up and, even with your eyes still shut you can tell he’s looking down at you with hooded eyelids and morning puffy lips.

His fingers work on moving your locks gently from your neck, quickly moving down to press soft kisses along your now-exposed shoulder. The feeling is soft and gentle as he works his way up to your neck, stopping for a moment to nuzzle further — breathing you in. His breath hits your skin and the ends of his hair tickle the side of your face.

You can’t help but let out a giggle at the feeling, shrugging your shoulder slightly. “Go back to sleep, we still have a few minutes,” you whisper, though he seems to ignore you, only sucking lightly on your skin in response. “Harry.”

He hums in response, you can tell he’s barely aware of the words coming out of your mouth. His hands grabbing into your waist tighter as he moves up to splatter kisses on your jawline. It’s at this moment he brings his hips to meet yours with a small roll that you realize what’s happening, becoming aware of the growing bulge inside his sweats.

For the first time in the morning, you shoot your eyes open, looking over your shoulder to the needy man behind you.

His hair is charmingly messy from having just woken up as he looks down at you for a moment. As you predicted, his rosy lips are almost inviting you to bite into them. You notice his darkened irises when he thrusts his hips against your backside once again, this time breathing out a whimper as he presses his forehead against yours.

“So that’s what this is all bout, huh?” You turn your body to face him, reaching your hand to move some locks away from his face.

“Need you,” he mutters, his thigh moving between your legs as he pulls you closer to him.

“Can see that,” you chuckle, alluding to his lump pressing on the base of your stomach. “Need some love, don’t you, baby?”

“Please,” he groans, his lips finding yours hungrily as he pulls you into a kiss.

It’s evident to you how much he’s yearning for it by the way he wastes no time licking into your mouth. Still, he moves are slow and lazy, maybe from the sleepiness that still takes over both your heads. But you’re thankful for how it allows you to enhance the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

You can feel the damp in your underwear starting to grow, trying to press your thighs together to get some kind of relief, only to be prevented by his own that’s placed between them. It’s not clear if he can feel your arousal pooling on your underwear or not, but it doesn’t really matter to you when you feel him flexing his muscle under you. The new pressure makes you roll your hips almost involuntarily, the friction hitting your clit in just the way you need it. You can’t help the moan that escapes your throat, only digging your nails deeper into his roots.

Harry’s hand grips tighter onto your waist, guiding your hips to hump on his thigh once more. The covers around you that once served as a warm shelter from the chilly night are now suddenly too hot, making you grab onto them blindly and pushing it away from your tangled bodies. You reach your hand back to his hair, pulling it gently and earning a muffled whimper from him.

Despite having just woken up, you can feel every cell of your body completely aware. It’s the effect he has on you. Being able to fill up all your senses in the most endearing yet overwhelming way. The taste of his tongue on your mouth. The grip of his hand over the thin layer of your pajama shirt. The feeling of his muscle rubbing deliciously on your clothed pussy. It’s almost too much, but yet you still want more -- need more.

He pushes you back slowly into the mattress so he can hover his body above yours, breaking your kiss just for a moment as he finds his spot quickly between your thighs. You press your heels under his bum, pulling him in so your hips can meet.

At this point, your minds are clouded by the desire of having the other as close as possible. Your moves are still lethargic from sleep and the kiss is getting a bit sloppy, your tongues meeting lazily and your teeth clutching awkwardly, but neither of you seems to mind.

One of his hands travels down your body, finding the hem of your -his- oversized shirt and slipping under it. Your skin is warm under his touch as he caresses your waist tenderly. He moves it up teasingly slow, and it’s at the moment his thumb meets the side of your breast that the sound of your alarm echoes once again.

On any other occasion, you would simply ignore it, turn it back down and go back to enjoying Harry’s touch. But what makes you groan in frustration is the realization of the particular sound that was taking over the previously quiet room. Is the one sound you had chosen to indicate that you had plans for the day, and that was your final warning to get up if you don’t want to be late for them. You remember when you set it, knowing your own tendencies of just ignoring your alarm and stealing a few more minutes of sleep.

At the time you gave yourself a pat in the back for thinking of this solution, but right now you just wish you had never thought it in the first place.

“Leave it,” Harry says, spreading kisses across your cheek as you reach your arm to turn off the sound. You want nothing more than to listen to him and pretend the interruption never happened, but in this case, you just move your hands to his shoulders, pushing him away from you gently. His brows knit together at the gesture, his hand grabbing your wrist as you sit up, trying to pull you towards him. “What’s this for? Come back here.”

“We don’t have time, H.” You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead. “We’re meeting Alice for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he scoffs, lying back down dramatically. The frustration from the sudden interruption evident in his voice, and you don’t blame him for it. “Whose idea was it to meet for brunch?”

You giggle at his dramatics, shaking your head slightly. “You know very well whose it was.” You say, “now c’mon grumpy get up, we have to get ready.”

“Can’t believe I’m being denied morning sex for brunch,” he says. “You’re a monster for this.”

You laugh, leaning back down to give him a small peck. “We just have to do this one thing today,” you whisper, caressing your thumb against his hairline. “Then I’m all yours, okay?”

“Sounds promising,” he sighs, grinning up at you, his eyes watching your lips shamelessly. “Give me one last kiss then?”

You happily oblige his request, closing the space between the two of you and meeting his waiting lips. But before you can pull back his hand reaches for your neck, tangling on your hair and pulling you back in. His tongue licks your bottom lip and you allow him to deepen the kiss for just a moment, earning a small whine as you separate from him.

“Do we really have to go to this brunch?” he asks, gazing at you with a pout on his mouth and a frown between his brows, much like a child that’s being denied his favorite treat.

You shake your head at him, getting up from the bed. “Yes we do, H — this has been planned for weeks now,” you arch your eyebrows at him. “Alice is very excited about this double date.”

“Can’t wait to spend hours with Mr. and Mrs. Perfect,” he buffs, rolling his eyes.

“Harry!” You laugh, picking up a pillow and throwing it playfully at him. “Behave, please — this is not the most pleasing experience for me as well.”

“Then why are we even going?” He moves his hand to lie on top of your knee, caressing his thumb against it. This gesture might seem innocent in a different context, but you know very well what he’s trying to achieve with his fingers tapping on your skin. And you know that it only takes one look into his puppy eyes for you to fall into his trap.

So you shake your head slightly, reminding yourself that you do not want to deal with a mad Alice if you cancel the plans for the day. And with that thought in mind, you finally get up from the bed, causing Harry’s hand to fall back on the wrinkled sheets, meeting his pleading eyes for just a moment before you respond to his question still lingering in the air.

“Because I’m a good friend,” you turn on your heels in the bathroom's direction, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Also, she’s not Mrs. Perfect yet, they’re just engaged,” you can see his grin widen at your words. You stop by the bathroom entrance, pointing a finger back at him, your eyes flicker for barely a second to the growing bulge straining his sweats, “take care of your… Problem, and go get ready.”

The cold water drops stream down your face when you hear a soft knock on the door behind you, followed by a mop of curls entering the bathroom space.

You reach for the face towel lying on the hook next to the big mirror in front of you, catching Harry’s eyes on the reflection as he approaches you with a smug look on his face. It’s the face he makes when he’s just done something cheeky. That being when he broke your favorite mug by accident, or, well, in this case, jerked off on your bed while you took a shower. His arms quickly wrap around your middle, his nose nuzzling into your wet strands. The position is similar to the one you found yourself in the earlier, and you know very well that if you allow it his hands will be quick to untie the strings of your robe and finish what you started.

The thought of it it’s tempting and makes you lean back on him, tilting your neck just a bit so he’s able to press a kiss on your jaw.

“Smell so good,” he points out, resting his chin on your shoulder and meeting your gaze in the reflection.

“Thank you,” you bite back a smile, dabbing the towel against your cheeks to dry your face. “Used your shampoo.”

“I can tell, love,” he gives one last peck on your hair, unwrapping his arms from around you and walking towards the shower. “My turn now.”

He peeks at you over his shoulder, you can see his smirk growing as his hands wrap on the hem of his pajama shirt, pulling it over his head. You know what he’s doing. He’s teasing you. It almost seems like a punishment -- if you think about it. And he knows it.

You try not to fall for it, though, quickly moving your eyes away and trying to occupy yourself with your body lotion. But you can’t help but wander your eyes in his direction again once you hear the faucet being open.

Harry’s broad shoulders are a sight you can never get enough of. The way the muscles on his back flex when he moves a certain way. His sun-kissed skin, from the morning hikes he does every so often, makes you want to bite and suck into it, carve your nails along his back -- mark him in the way that makes him moan into your ear. He leans to pull down his sweats and you almost lose it.

“Everything alright?” His voice breaks you from your thoughts, making you jump. You look up to meet his eyes once again glancing at you from over his shoulder. You want to slap the grin out of his face for not only making you fall for his trap, but also for catching you while doing it.

“Yes!” You clear your throat, breaking the eye contact, and putting back the forgotten lotion laying on your hands. “I’ll finish getting ready,” you nod to yourself, turning on your heels and leaving the small space without sparing another look in his direction.

It’s not hard to spot Alice as soon as you enter the small cafe she chose for the occasion.

She’s one of the few people sitting at a table on the terrace, her polished vintage dress looking oddly out of place compared to the laid-back outfits of the group of girls sitting a couple of tables away. Her blonde hair is pulled perfectly on top of her head, not a single strand out of place.

There’s a reason Harry and you call her “Mrs. Perfect” — which is a nickname you’d never dare to speak out loud outside of your little inside joke bubble. And that is, she’s always been impeccable on every single aspect of her life. She was a perfect student. She’s a perfect daughter. And well, she’s soon to be the perfect wife.

Growing up with a friend like her around was annoying for sure, but you soon got used to the comparisons, learning to ignore them. After all, it’s not like you ever had a choice with Alice, you two pretty much were born into this friendship — considering your mothers were old college friends.

But despite everything, you still genuinely like Alice. She’s become like one of those cousins you may have nothing in common with, but you’ve been through so much together that you can’t picture your life without them.

She knows you better than anyone. Well, almost anyone.

Which is why you feel silly for the growing nervous feeling settling itself at the pit of your stomach, you’ve known her your entire life for god’s sake, what are you even nervous about? It still doesn’t stop you from fidgeting with the fabric of your dress skirt, rubbing your palms through it swiftly as you approach her.

Harry keeps his hand firm on your waist, his thumb caressing it soothingly as he pulls you against him. You’re grateful for his reassuring gesture, knowing that although he probably still feels frustrated for not being able to get off properly earlier, he still pulls it aside to comfort you when he feels you tense up. It’s something that makes your heart skip a bit lightly, how sweet he can be without having to say a single word.

A squeal leaves Alice’s lips as soon as she notices you, jumping from her chair with a smile big enough that almost takes over her entire face.

“I missed you so much, sis!” She pulls you into a tight hug, her voice roaring in your ear. “It’s been way too long, almost seems like your running away from me.”

You’re instantly met with the strong scent of lavender as you try to embrace her in an awkward position -- her arms being wrapped over your own. “Wouldn’t dream of that.”

She withdraws with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders, the amused expression never leaving your face as she scans your body. “I love the dress!” She drops her arms to find a hold on your hands, barely giving you any time to thank her. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” you say, catching a glimpse of the sparkle on her finger, caused by the brand new ring resting in it. You gasp as you remember the sole reason why she invited you for this brunch, “Oh! Congratulations again, by the way, I bet you two are really excited.”

“Thank you! Jamie and I can’t wait, we’ve already started planning everything, and it’s barely been a week!” She squeals, locking her arm with her silent fiancé, who simply smiles shyly at her when she brings her hand up to show you the ring up close. “And thank you for the flowers, they’ve matched perfectly with our new marble countertop.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckle, “Harry actually is the one who chose them.” You grin at your boyfriend who’s standing awkwardly next to you, finding his hand with yours.

“Oh,” she finally acknowledges him when you pull him closer to include him in the conversation. “I didn’t know you liked flowers, Harry.”

He shrugs, “I mean, who doesn’t like flowers, right?” He gazes down at you with a smile you know it’s one he only gives for the sake of being friendly.

The thing is, you know Harry and Alice never really got along. You don’t know exactly why, but they just don’t seem to mesh well together. At the beginning of your relationship, he did try his best to please her, seeing she’s a big part of your life. But the poor thing never really seemed to get it right with her. And it doesn’t help that she’s always been vocal about her discontent with you two being together (once going as far as trying to match you with one of Jamie’s friends).

So Harry gave up on attempting to get her to like him, accepting that you’d never leave him because of her. You know on the inside; it killed him, being a people-pleaser was in his nature, but he also did not feel like simply sitting back and watching her completely disregard your relationship.

Most of the time, you find it amusing to watch them bicker at each other in the most passive-aggressive ways, but right now as you feel the tension grows in the air you just want to get this over with as fast as possible.

“So why don’t we sit down and take a look at the menu? I’m starving!” You exclaim, not waiting for an answer as you make your way to sit on a chair that wasn’t previously occupied, patting the one next to you happily as you motion for Harry to sit on it.

It doesn’t take long until Alice starts babbling excitedly about all the topics regarding her wedding preparations. You try your best to keep up with the amount of information she’s throwing at you while you nab a piece of the blueberry pancake that’s presented in front of you — which, in a first look seemed like something right out of a Pinterest page. Taking into consideration that your knowledge about anything wedding-related comes from Say Yes To The Dress, you don’t really say much, only nodding along to her words.

It’s when she mentions something about the difference in cake layers (something about how she wanted to stick with the traditional format if there even is a difference), that’s when you feel it. Harry’s hand settling on top of your knee — much like it had earlier in the morning, and just like then, you know it’s not just a simple gesture of affection as you feel his fingertips circling gently on your skin.

At this point, your mind has completely toned out from the conversation, Alice’s voice becoming more of background noise. Your focus is entirely on his hand moving teasingly slow up under your dress skirt, the movement sending a sparkle down your spine right to a growing damp spot on your underwear.

You glance at him and he has a shit-eating grin on his face, his eyes fixated on the chatty girl as he nods along to whatever she’s rambling about. He glimpses at you for a moment, though, catching your eyes watching him before he leans down to take a sip of his drink. His tongue pokes out to wrap around the reusable straw. The action is simple, and it wouldn’t even mean anything if his hand didn’t grip on your thigh, moving up again so now it’s completely covered by your dress.

It’s ridiculous, really, how affected he can make you by doing something as trivial as siping on his drink. You could blame yourself for taking your mind to the filthiest places over a simple gesture, but it’s when he pulls back a bit too early, allowing a bit of juice to drip down his chin, that you know he’s doing it on purpose.

He makes a show of peeking at you again when he moves his thumb to catch the drop running down his skin, licking into it quickly before he breaks the eye contact again. You have to hold back as to not shake your head in disbelief at his teasing manner. Readjusting your posture, you gaze down at your plate, trying not to think of how his pinky is rubbing your skin dangerously close to your dripping core.

A call of your name makes you jump a bit, your eyes shooting up to meet Alice’s already watching you. She smiles as if she’s waiting for some kind of answer to a question you didn’t pay attention to, so you simply blink at her.

“Are you still with us?” She laughs, “Did you hear what I just said?”

You open your mouth but closes it again, not really knowing how to answer her. “I’m sorry—I — I was just thinking—”

“You’re always on your head, aren’t you?” She interrupts with a chuckle. “I was talking about your pair for the wedding.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyebrows connecting on a frown at her words. “I thought that—” you begin, glancing at Harry who’s just watching the scene with an amused grin on his face.

“I was thinking of pairing you with Noah, you remember him, right?” She questions.

Of course you remember Noah. He’s one of Jamie’s buff friends she had tried to set you up with on a couple of occasions. It doesn’t surprise you that’s she’s trying it again, this time using her wedding as an excuse. It still baffles you that after so long she’s still trying to pull this move. You try to think of how to find the right words to say to her proposal. You want to protest, of course. You want to argue. And more importantly, you want to tell her off.

But before a single word can come out of your mouth, your attention is brought back to Harry’s hand resting between your legs, as it now moves over your clothed heat. His finger applying the tiniest bit of pressure to where your clit aches with desire. You can’t hold back the small gasp that leaves your lips at the action, which makes the girl in front of you arch her eyebrows in confusion.

“I do remember — uhm, yes I— I know who he is,” you hit yourself mentally for being so flustered, feeling a warmth take over your cheeks as you reach for your glass of water to take a sip.

“Perfect! The pairing would be just for the ceremony,” she gazes at Harry with an apologetic smile. “I hope you don’t mind, it’s just that we’re closest to him, you know?”

“Of course,” he says while circling his fingers harsher over the material of your underwear. You swallow back a whimper, trying to clasp your thighs shut but his hand prevents you from doing so, only picking up the pace.

“I knew you’d understand, I’ve been telling Jamie it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Alice turns to her fiancé, grasping his hand lovingly, completely unaware of your change of behavior (which, for the first time in years, makes you glad for her self-absorbed nature).

It’s getting harder to stay still as you feel jolts of pleasure running through your body, the feeling of your climax getting closer at each second. You bring your hand to rest under your chin, leaning forward slightly as an attempt to cover your hips rolling on Harry’s hand. Focusing every cell in your body as to not let out a moan in the middle of the brunch table.

He knows you’re close, feeling you clench your thighs around his hand, your wetness already escaping the limits of your underwear. You can sense your orgasm building up, but before you can even feel the tightness in your stomach his movements cease and he retracts his hand completely from you.

You’re thankful that Alice’s focus is on Jamie when you gaze at Harry with eyes almost cussing at him. He has the smuggest look on his face, though, picking up a strawberry that’s left on his plate and chewing it slowly. He meets your astounded gaze, arching his eyebrows as if they said: “got a taste of your own medicine.”

When you finally step back into your apartment — after what seemed like an eternity of listening to Alice’s wedding talk — you barely have time to register your surroundings. The keys you were fumbling with fall from your hands to the wooden floor, and you find yourself pressed back against the wall next to the entrance door.

It takes you a second to reciprocate Harry’s hungry lips finding yours — being taken back by the sudden move.

The kiss is filled with a desire, a craving for each other that just seemed to grow stronger as time passed. Unlike the ones you shared earlier when you woke up, this time your lips move harsher, more desperate.

You allow your purse to fall mindlessly to the floor, bringing your hands to tangle on his locks. He is all you want to focus on. The taste of his lips. The shape of his arms. The grip of his hands on your waist. You want to feel every inch of his skin against yours. To get drunk on him. You’re aching for it.

A groan escapes his lips and gets lost on your throat as you pull on the root of his hair, scratching your nails on the base of his neck slightly.

“You drive me mad, darling,” his mouth brushes against yours. His low voice makes you open your eyes, only to be met with his own dark irises watching you. “Absolutely mad.”

“Yeah?” It’s all you manage to say when he moves to sponge kisses along your jawline, whining as his lips suck a spot on your skin.

He bites into your earlobe, “yeah, baby.” His voice is just above a whisper, the low tone sending a spark down your spine — contributing to the growing wet spot on your underwear. “Just wanna eat you up.”

You whimper, locking your eyes once again. Your hand moves down on his chest, grabbing his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. “Please, H”

“What is it, darling?” His face is growing on a smug grin, his eyes glimpsing with a look you know all too well. It’s the look he gives you when he wants to hear you beg him for it, no matter how desperate he is as well, you know he won’t budge. It makes you whine in frustration. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You— please, I—” you move your hips toward his thigh, trying to find some sort of relief. “Just need you.”

“I know, love. But I need you to tell me.” His hand grabs your chin gently, tilting it up so you won’t break eye contact. “Want me to lick into that pretty little cunt of yours?” the grip on your waist tightens, preventing you from rolling your hips against his thigh. “Want my fingers deep inside you ‘til you’re cumming all over my chin?” You whimper, “Is that what you need, baby?”

“Yes—yes, please,” you plead, the words coming out of your mouth rushed and slurred — thanks to your mind clouded with desire.

Harry leans to give you one last peck, sucking in your bottom lip gently before he pulls away. You’re glad that he doesn’t decide to tease you as he usually does — normally taking much longer to comply with your pleas, wanting to push all your buttons to almost your limit.

Watching him get on his knees in front of you is quite the sight if you’re honest. You wish you could get it tattooed on the inside of your eyelids, the strands of his hair falling on his forehead when he gazes up at you with a smirk on his face. In a right state of mind, you’d poke at his dimples and splatter kisses all over his cheeks. But in the position you’re in, you only run your hand through his curls, moving the locks to get a better look of his eyes. A moan getting caught in your throat as you’re met with his dilated pupils.

His fingertips move along the skin of your leg, so softly that causes goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck. He leans forward to nuzzle his nose on the inside of your thigh, biting into the skin gently before he presses kisses on the area. The skirt of your dress falls around his head, preventing you from seeing what he’s doing.

You part your legs impatiently, rolling your hips once more.

“Patience,” he mutters against your skin, sucking it in for a second before he moves up. “Gosh, baby, can smell you from here,” he groans, pressing an open-mouthed kiss so close to where you need him that you almost melt in his touch. “Is this all for me?”

A whine escapes your lips, “All yours.”

You feel him press a kiss on top of your core before he pulls his head from under the fabric, staring up at you with the fondest smile on his face. “All mine, darling,” his hand move up your legs, playing with the waistband of your underwear before pulling it down slowly. “Always mine.”

He helps you step out of your underwear when it reaches the floor, throwing it blindly to his side. You can feel your arousal dripping on your skin now that you’re exposed. Harry’s hand wraps around your ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder, making it so that you’re fully open for him. The sudden change of position makes you lose your balance a bit, leaning back on the wall and tangling your nails on his roots to prevent yourself from falling.

The look he gives you as he sucks into the spot on your inner thigh is almost obscene, but you can’t find it in yourself to break the eye contact. Your breath catches in your throat in anticipation when he noses into your skin, much like before, but this time around he doesn’t take his time, doesn’t tease, needing it just as much (if not more) than you do.

It seems like an eternity until you finally feel his tongue licking into your sensitive folds, your knees give out just a bit when you jerk your hips involuntarily. His hand moves from gripping into your hip to splay across your lower stomach, pinning you back against the wall lightly.

“Don’t fall,” you almost miss his voice, your mind hazy with desire.

You feel a desperate need to see him, watch him work his tongue into you as he gazes up with his lust-filled eyes. But the bottom of your dress flows over his head, not leaving much for you to see, and it’s almost agonizing to an extent. So with trembling hands, you grab the fabric of your dress, barely pulling it up before you let it go as his lips wrap around your clit, teeth grazing it as he sucks the nub softly.

“Shit— Harry, please,” you mumble under your breath, bumping your head on the wall behind you as you throw it back in a moan. Your fingers dig deeper into his locks, that being the only thing you can really hold on to — considering your surroundings. The action causes him to groan against you, sending the most delicious vibration as he brings his tongue to lick into your folds once more.

“Feels so good, baby— you’re so good,” you praise him in between moans, your hips now rolling against his mouth as he keeps eating you as if it’s his first meal in weeks. You know how smug he gets when praised, being the self-proclaimed narcissist he is, always loving to hear you say it. Say it how good he is. How good he makes you feel. How no one can do it like him.

The way he dives further just proves your point, burying his face into your pussy until not even his hair is visible to you. His hand gripping tightly onto your leg lets go, his fingertips caressing your skin, making its way to where his skilled mouth worked. He teases the tip of his finger on your entrance, rubbing it softly which makes you clench in anticipation.

You try to roll your hips impatiently, but the hand on your stomach keeps you in place. “Harry,” you whimper, feeling your high start to settle on the pit of your belly while he works his tongue on your clit. “Fuck—please,” his finger still circles on your folds, entering just barely. “Please— almost there.”

With that, he slides fully in, rubbing his finger against your walls before pulling it back out. Before you can even find it in your mind to complain about the emptiness he pushes two digits back inside, working on a fast pace that makes your stomach tense, and your knees threaten to give out once more. You can feel the pleasure take over your entire body as you get closer and closer to your high. Harry knows it too, he knows those signs all too well. The way you flutter around his fingers. The way you repeat his name -- almost like a mantra, under your breath. The way you can’t control your hips as they jerk towards his mouth.

You still announce it to him, though, muttering “I’m cumming,” repeatedly as you moan, your voice coming out in a high pitch.

Harry doesn’t respond, however, only increasing his movements as he helps you prolong your orgasm as much as he can. His tongue only working harder on your clit, making you arch your back against him. Your hands flop around you trying to find something to hold on to, one grabbing his hand that’s still spread on your belly while the other tries to grasp on his hair over the material of your dress.

Your eyes are closed shut when you feel your leg drop from his shoulder, his hands finding their way to grip on your waist so you don’t lose your balance. He pulls his head from under your dress, getting up to pin you against the wall. You’re still trying to catch your breath when you open your eyes, only to be met with his smirk looking down at you.

His body is pinning you against the wall, to which you’re grateful for, considering you don’t trust your shaky legs. His chin is glistening with your arousal, and you can feel it once he leans down to connect your lips.

He presses his pelvis against yours, allowing you to feel the very prominent bulge of his cock straining under his trousers. You mewl at the thought of finally having him buried inside of you after hours of yearning for it. Despite still being sensitive from your orgasm, you still long for more, you crave for that overwhelming feeling of having him fill up all of your senses.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, as a way to keep your balance once his hand leaves your hips to fiddle with his belt. He keeps your mouths connected, his tongue licking into your mouth in an almost desperate manner. He pulls back for a moment once his trousers loosen around his hips, stepping back to push them down along with his briefs — not having the patience to pull them out all the way, so he simply just lets them hang around his knees.

And just as he does so his cock slaps out of his briefs to stand proudly upon his stomach. There’s a line of precum already dripping down his length as it looked so inviting it makes your mouth water and your knees buckle in anticipation.

“Come here,” he commands, closing the space between you as his hands pat at the back of your thighs.

You don’t have to be told twice, wrapping your legs around his middle as he hoists you, backing you against the wall for support. The new position making so that his tip brushes just barely between your folds. It’s enough, however, to send a chill straight to your drenched core, making you clench around the emptiness.

“Harry,” you whimper, carving your nails onto his shoulder blades.

The sound makes his smirk grow, “left me aching for you, love,” he mutters, it’s clear he’s trying to keep a composed front, but his uneven breath and his grip on your waist betrays his intention. He reaches his hand to grip his cock, stroking the tip between your lower lips. “Gonna let me fuck you now, darling?”

Your breath hitches on your throat as you nod, the closeness making your noses brush. Please stumble out of your lips without a single thought behind them, the expectation clouding your mind.

He doesn’t waste another second, pushing his hips so that you can finally feel him filling you up in just the way you craved since the moment you had woken up. His head falls forward, connecting your foreheads as he curses under his breath. You whine when he stops once he’s fully buried inside of you, moving your hips impatiently.

“Just—” you breathe out, “move— please, fuck me.”

“Look at you,” he pulls back just a bit, moving his hand down to grip at your ass. “Gonna let me have you against the wall, baby?”

You don’t have time to even register his words as he slams his hips against yours, not giving you any time to adjust to his hard pace. It’s just what you need, though, having fast and rough, his hands grasping so tightly at your skin you know it’ll probably leave a mark later on, but you don’t mind it — you want it, even, as a reminder of the blissful feeling that is having him thrusting his cock inside of you as he pins you against the hard surface.

“God, baby — fuck — such a good girl,” he grunts, letting his head leans to lie at the base of your neck. “Feel so good, so tight around me.”

The filth of his words only makes you clasp your walls around him, only enhancing the euphoric feeling of his length pounding inside of you. It rips a high moan from both your lips — Harry’s being muffled as he bites down into the skin of your shoulder. You know it won’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm, already feeling the pressure settling at the pit of your stomach.

You just have one problem.

And that being the discomforting throb starting to creep at your lower back. You try to ignore it and focus solely on the pleasure slowly taking over your body, but you soon start to shift around as he presses you further against the wall.

Harry senses your annoyance when your whimpers start to become less frequent. So he pulls his head back from its previous position that allowed him to suck at the skin of your neck, slowing his pace as he looks at you with a puzzled expression. “Everything alright?”

You groan in frustration as he ceases his movements. “It’s just—” you can’t help but chuckle at your situation, shaking your head at yourself. You’re almost embarrassed to say it out loud focusing your glance at a spot over his shoulder. “The wall isn’t really doing wonders for my back,” you shift again.

He giggles. He straight up giggles at you, it would make you roll your eyes if his cock wasn’t still buried inside of you.

“Stop laughing, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You’re adorable,” he smiles fondly down at you, “Can you stand?”

You nod, “I think so, yeah.”

He steps back, pulling out of you completely as he allows you to place your wobbly legs on the floor. He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to face the wall, “turn around for me, baby.”

You do as he says, turning to face away from him. His hand presses between your shoulders, nuzzling you so that your chest is now pressed against the solid surface, your hands resting next to your face as you glance at him.

His hand caresses your hair away from your face, part of it sticking to your forehead thanks to the thin layer of sweat that’s forming on your skin. You barely have any time to register his tender gesture, though, as he pushes his length right back in, picking up his rough pace so easily that it was as if nothing had interrupted it. It’s sudden, and it rips a moan right out of your throat, your nails digging at the wall.

“There we go,” it’s impressive how quick his voice goes back to its low and raspy tone, having gushed at you not even ten seconds ago. “Have to make sure - shit, darling - have to make sure you’re feeling good.”

“So good,” you whine.

The new position makes it harder for you to meet his eyes, but you don’t think about it for long, feeling yours roll to the back of your head as he slams his hips just right.

His hands tangle on your hair, pulling at it so that you lean back to meet his chest. You don’t even register when he reaches behind your legs, only realizing it when you feel his fingers circling at your clit. And there it is again. You climax feeling so close you can almost see it.

Your walls pulsate around his cock as his rhythm becomes more and more desperate. His head leans forward, his hot breath hitting your ear as he mumbles a mixture of swears and urges.

“Cum for me,” he moans, picking up the pace of his fingers rubbing at your nub. “Let me feel you, baby.”

This is the exact feeling you’ve been yearning for. The overstimulation that makes your legs give out and your body to spasm on his arms. You reach your high with a moan of his name and tears pooling up at your waterline, your hand reaching behind you to scratch his roots as he sucks a spot on your skin right at your jawline.

Harry’s orgasm doesn’t take much longer after yours, his thrusts becoming sloppier, his breathing heavy and uneven, being broken by a needy moan or two. Soon, you feel the so familiar warmth between your legs, the feeling of his climax making him stumble a bit onward, making your body pressed between his own and the wall.

It takes a bit until you manage to catch your breath, your dress sticking to your skin thanks to the sweat. When Harry pulls out, you can feel the warmth of his cum dripping down your legs, making you chuckle lightly as you turn to look at him. He’s leaning to pull out his trousers completely, the locks of his hair falling messily against his forehead.

“Looks like we need another shower,” you motion at the mess between your thighs.

“Are you calling me stinky?” He teases, stepping out of the clothing before straightening his posture. His face scrunches in a pained expression as he moves a hand to rub his back. “Think it’s not just your back that’s sore after this one, love.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Seems like we both just need some nice, relaxing massages.”

He smirks at your suggestion, “like the sound of that.”

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #The Bucketlist Fic Challenge #harry styles #harry styles writing #my writing

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chaos-burst · 3 years

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Imma tell you about my current D&D disaster. Moonbrook is a half-orc monk, her birth name is Vola Yarov (Moonbrook is her conferred/virtue name) and she entered the monastery to repay a debt of service, as her father suffered a quarrying accident and needs round-the-clock care (which the monks provide).

She studied under Master Morning Sky, an aaracokra, until one day, after a long mountain trek, he invited her to meditate with him in the temple. She fell asleep during, and when she awoke, still on the temple floor, Morning Sky was gone and with him the Artefact guarded in the inner sanctum.

During the campaign, she was searching in the background for Morning Sky, and their quests led them to a sister monastery in the high mountains, burnt and abandoned but for one master, Flowing River, and the realisation that the Artefact is one of five parts (red, black, green, blue, white) which combine to make a Super-Artefact capable of allowing Tiamat into the world. Naturally Moonbrook assumed Morning Sky was after them all because Evil(TM), and the race was on to reach the next temple before him.

Theres quite a long story in the interim, but suffice to say that we came across rumours, visions and evidence that another party, the Knights of the Five Thorned Rose, were also after the staff, and several destroyed villages referred to 'White-feathered justice' in hastily written notes.

We arrived at the Underdark temple full of trepidation, and a lot of doubt on Moonbrook's part, confusion tempering the anger that she tries her best to control, just behind the Knights. Racing through the series of challenges and traps that protect the sanctum, they overtook the Knights at the last minute before the final room only to find Morning Sky there already. Moonbrook was so ready to fight him, she was so angry, but there wasn't time. They fought the Five Thorned Rose, lost, and they took the piece Morning Sky had, the piece from this monastery, to go with the one from Flowing River's place.

Turns out Morning Sky stole the piece and ran because he thought it would be easier to hide it if he kept moving. Also it would keep the monastery safe. Regrettably, this was logical, and Moonbrook could only argue that he should have told at least the other masters.

He conferred rank of master on her during that same conversation, but she turned around and told him he doesn't get to decide that, as he wasn't her master anymore (it was a clutch rp moment).

She sent him off, with the copper dragon who the party befriended, to the desert temple to warn the monks there, whilst the party continue to the jungle temple, to thwart the Five Thorned Rose there.

Oooh, damn, that sounds like a super exciting over-arching plot! Half-orc monk, what a good race/class combo 🥺 and i love all the names!! I hope it'll all work out for your group!!

#ask #d&d #love hearing about other ppl's campaigns #makes my dm brain all tingly #screeching into the void #text #anon

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namluve · 5 years

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wyr double penetration with namjoon & taehyung OR public sex w jimin

paring: namjoon x reader x taehyung

rating: 18+

warnings: dom!namjoon, sub!reader, switch!taehyung, daddy kink, dubble penetration, fingering (vaginal & anal), protected sex, threesome, praise, spanking, use of degrading name - slut/whore, lube,

word count: 2.5k

note: I couldn’t help myself, this really got carried away but I love threesomes and haven’t got the chance to write one yet to I blame it on that lmao.

Tonight, was not any ordinary night. You and your boyfriend Namjoon had been out at a party with the maknaes, spending the night at a club and then ending up at your and Namjoon’s apartment for the after party. Still a little tipsy, you made your way into the kitchen to get a glass of water, to try and sober up.

Once the water was down, you placed down the glass on the kitchen bench, turning around to see your boyfriend joining you in the kitchen. Walking over with determination in his eyes and a tad bit of possessiveness.

His lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss as he reached you, hands on your waist, moving down to grab your ass. Flustered at Namjoon’s sudden boldness, you put your hands on his chest to push him off you. His eyes confused and brows still knitted as he met your face. Smiling, you chuckle at your boyfriend.

“What has gotten into you?” Sure, Namjoon would usually take charge in the bedroom, being the dom he his, but he rarely acted on anything unless the two of you were alone. Now, the two of you were in the kitchen where any of the youngest boys in the band could walk in at any time.

“Taehyung just said your ass looked great and that he wouldn’t mind fucking it.” Namjoon’s words shocked you. Inhaling a sharp breath as you kept eye contact with him you could not help but let your mind wander for a second. You would never sleep with any of his friends, but there was something about hearing Taehyung confessed such a filthy thing that made you feel tingles at your core. This did not go unnoticed by Namjoon.

“Oh? You are thinking about it, aren’t you princess?” Baby girl, his endearing nickname for you in the bedroom told you that Namjoon was in the mood to play. His eyes sparkling a playful glint.

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you and you felt your throat go dry. Surely, whatever you answered him would lead into receiving punishment, but you chose not to lie. Hoping he would have a little mercy on you since you were honest.

“Yes Daddy,”

“God you are such a slut. Need I remind you who is in charge here?” Namjoon’s words cut sharp through the air and gave you an idea. A stupid crazy idea that would probably get your ass seven shades red but with the little alcohol left in your body, it sounded like a great idea.

“I know you are Daddy… Maybe it’s Taehyung you need to show?” Namjoon tilted his head, a bit confused at your words.

Dragging your hands down his chest, feeling his abs you grew even more confident as Namjoon did not do anything to stop you. Letting you play with him.

“Maybe… You should show Taehyung how to properly fuck me… Show him no one can fuck me as good as you.” This sparked something inside of Namjoon. You were playing a dangerous game but getting to have two dicks inside you at once had always been one of your wildest fantasies. One you never thought could be fulfilled, until tonight.

“You could let him fuck me, only this once. Show him what’s yours and what he will never have ever again.” Namjoon had stayed quiet for so long, you wondered if you had gone too far. If you would be punished until you could not even properly walk tomorrow.

Namjoon’s body language remained calm but you knew something would happen soon. He was most likely just thinking over exactly how to punish you and you started regretting all your life’s decisions at this point, his silence killing you.

“Daddy I’m-”

“Go to the bedroom, I want you in your underwear on the floor. Is that understood?” Namjoon interrupted you, not letting you finish your apology. Inhaling a deep breath, you nodded.

“Yes Daddy.”

Waiting for Namjoon was torture. It had been more than fifteen minutes now since he told you to go to the bedroom and the chatter in the living room had died out long ago. The boys had probably left which meant, Namjoon was probably plotting what kind of punishment he would give you. If he only was not so cruel and could come over to the bedroom and just get over with it. Even with the pillow under your knees, your legs started feeling sore. The kneeling position uncomfortable after a while.

You got excited once you heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Your thighs rubbing together and trying to create friction to your core. Body filled with excitement of what was about to come. Weirdly, it sounded as if there was more than one person entering the room and to your surprise, when the door opened and your boyfriend walked in, Taehyung followed him suit. Hands in his pockets looking down on the ground, almost a bit embarrassed. Namjoon, however, had his eyes on you from the moment he walked in, taking in your submissive position.

“See that Taehyungi? I told you she would stay on her knees. No matter how long I would make her wait.” Oh… So Namjoon did make you wait on purpose. Probably a part of your punishment, you thought. The lack of respect for Taehyung in his voice, as if he was his sub as well made you feel something you have never felt before. You wanted Namjoon to control the both of you.

After hearing your boyfriend’s words, Taehyung dared to look at you. Moving his gaze from the floor to you, he saw how pretty you sat on your knees, on a pillow on the floor. Damn, Namjoon did not lie about you being obedient, he thought. Never did he think that his drunk joke would lead to this. To Namjoon asking him if he wanted to fuck his girlfriend’s ass because he knew she would like it. Never did he think he would actually get the chance to see you like this.

In this position you felt incredibly exposed. Taehyung’s gaze lingering on you. Feeling a bit insecure, you looked over at Namjoon, meeting his eyes.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Princess?” The tenderness in his voice had you relax a bit. You did not realize you were holding your breath until you let out a deep shaky one as you asked your next question.

“Why is Tae here?” Smiling at you, Namjoon walked over, extending his hand to help you off the floor and you gratefully took it. Standing up from the floor, still nervously holding Namjoon’s hand, you looked over to Taehyung who looked just as nervous as you as you meet his eyes.

“I thought I would let Taehyungi fuck your ass princess,” Namjoon said as his other hand went to your face to tuck back some hair strands behind your ear, “but only if you want to.”

He was actually serious about this, you thought. Your core getting wetter at Namjoon’s bluntness and at the thought of fucking Taehyung. Not wasting anymore time, you answered Namjoon.

“Please Daddy… I really want to feel the both of you.” Taehyung eyes widen at your words and you could swear you could see his cock twitch in his pants.

“Then we better get you ready for us,” Namjoon said as he kissed your cheek. Not liking the way your eyes stayed on Taehyung instead of focusing on him. Taking hold of your jaw, he sharply turned your head towards him, your eyes meeting his.

“Get on all fours on the bed, ass up princess.” Nodding, your full attention was back on Namjoon as Taehyung shuffled awkwardly in the background, turned on but not sure what to do.

Luckily for Taehyung, he did not have to wait long for his next instructions.

“Come here Tae.” Walking over to his hyung that was now standing beside your nightstand drawer. Namjoon handed Taehyung a condom, while he brought out a bottle of lube. Taehyung quickly took it, slightly embarrassed and put it in his pocket.

With your ass on display, Namjoon walked over to you so that he was standing behind you.

“Would you look at this… her panties are soaked of the thought of fucking us both.” This made Taehyung a little bolder, walking to stand beside Namjoon, looking at your panties that were now soaked in your own arousal. Keeping it all from dripping down your thigh.

“She’s so wet hyung,” Taehyung said in almost disbelieve and Namjoon hummed approvingly.

“We shouldn’t keep her waiting, should we?” Your boyfriend said before taking hold of your panties, dragging them down your legs. Being a good girl, you helped him as much as you could with the task. Pantiless, you could now feel the cold air against your wet core, sending tingles down your spine at the exposed position. Cheeks red at the thought of the two men that were looking at your pussy in awe.

“Princess… Who do you want to prepare your ass?” Namjoon asked and you thought about it for a second. You trusted your boyfriend more.

“I want you to do it daddy.”

“Very well, get down on your knees Tae. Make sure her pussy is ready to take me, and I’ll make sure her ass is for you.” Holy fuck. Taehyung could not believe he was about to finger you, let alone fuck your ass later. This was all real.

Getting on his knees, he began by carefully dragging around his finger up and down your slit, slightly brushing over your clit, making you arch your back and let out a whine.

“She is so responsive…” Taehyung said in awe and Namjoon smirked.

“She really is… Princess, I’m putting some lube now okay?” At Namjoon’s words, you muttered a ‘yes’ back to him before feeling the cold substance being rubbed around your asshole.

Taehyung going everywhere but inside you and Namjoon’s finger circling your asshole made you so frustrated you let out a loud whine, not caring how desperate you looked at this point. Namjoon picked it up and ordered Taehyung to put a finger in, which he happily complied.

Taehyung’s fingers were longer than you boyfriend’s and you moaned at the sensation. He was careful, not wanting to go to deep or stretch you out to much, but your boyfriend had no patience for that tonight.

“Put another in. Stretch her out real good for me.” Listening to Namjoon’s orders, Taehyung put in another finger and went deeper. Moaning loudly each time Taehyung curved his fingers inside you, gently nudging on your g-spot was all that took for Taehyung to relax and get more comfortable.

“She swallows my fingers so good Hyung,” Taehyung said breathlessly, the bulge in his pants growing as he continued, “I think she needs more.”

To this Namjoon hummed in approvement, nudging his index finger inside of you.

“She’s so greedy… Isn’t Tae’s fingers enough for you princess?” Backing up and slightly arching your back, you moaned back, “please… Want your fingers too daddy…”

“Then take them.” The strange feeling of being stuffed in both of your holes left you wanting more. With Taehyung hitting your g-spot and the fact that you and Namjoon had tried anal before, you quickly relaxed and found pleasure in being fingered by two men. Asking for more.

“Please… another one…” The men both smiled at your pleading, loving the way you meet their fingers, rocking back and forth in the same rhythm.

“Well… we can’t say no to that. Can we Tae?”

“Absolutely not.”

And so, your they gave you more. Stretching you out until you were ready to take them both. Namjoon was now underneath you as you sat on top of him, Taehyung behind you, standing by the edge of the bed. Both men naked and ready to take you after putting on probably to much lube on their dicks. You insisted the lube on the condoms would be enough, but it was not negotiable as they did not want to risk hurting you. With wetness and lube dripping down all the way from your ass, down your thighs you waited patiently for them to enter you.

Taehyung went first, slowly sinking his cock inside your ass as Namjoon played with your clit and you almost came from the thought of what was soon going to happen.

“Feeling good princess?” Taehyung asked you as he caressed your ass. He had picked up on your nickname during the foreplay and although Namjoon did not like it at first when Taehyung called you that, he reminded himself this was only for the night. You loved being called princess after all and he would not be cruel and take that from you.

“Yesss…” You moaned out. Your eyes shut closed. Loving the way Taehyung felt inside your ass.

“Ready for me princess?” Namjoon asked, taking his fingers from your clit to wrap them around his dick, positioning it at your hole.

“Yes Daddy, please… I need you sooo bad,” you managed to whine out as you tried to lower yourself onto Namjoon, but he took hold of your hips once he started entering you. Holding you still as he bottomed out. The two of them stayed still inside of you, wanting to let you get used to them but your patience had run out by now and you tried to rock your hips as Namjoon held them tightly in place.

“Fuck… We really wanted to give you some time to adjust but you really are a whore you can’t wait, can you princess?” At Namjoon’s words you halted your movements, the authority and deepness in his voice made you realize what would come next.

“Taehyung… Spank her.” Taehyung did not hesitate Namjoon’s order and a second later, you felt your right ass cheek burn with the stinging pain his hand had left.

“Princess, are you going to listen to daddy, or do I have to spank your pretty ass again?” Taehyung asked and you shook your head.

“I’ll listen, I promise I’ll be good for daddy!” Letting go of your hips, Namjoon brought up one of his hands to caress your cheek and take hold of your face to meet you in a kiss before he spoke the words you had wanted to hear the whole night.

“Good… Now…. Since princess is being a good girl, why don’t we give her what she wants?”

With that said, the two of them began rocking their hips back and forth, going at the same rhythm. The sensation made you feel weak at your knees and soon enough you laid yourself down against Namjoon’s chest. Not being able to hold yourself up from how good you were feeling.

“Fuck… her ass feels so good hyung… Could fuck it forever,” Taehyung confessed as he kneaded your ass, loving the way it felt in his hands.

“Remember it’s only for tonight that I let you fuck her,” Namjoon reminded as he picked up the speed, loving how you started choking for air as he did.

“Now… Let’s give her what she wanted. Let’s fuck her so good she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

And to say you got what you wanted was an understatement. At the end of the night you were left with shaking legs, mascara running down your cheeks and a feeling of euphoria you would never forget. At the end of the night, you could not help but wish that Taehyung would someday make Namjoon jealous again.

#smutcentralnet #thekimlinenet #bangtanhq #bts smut #bts fanfic #namjoon smut #taehyung smut #would you rather #I hope I did this right!

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inthecityofgoodabode · 3 years

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May 2021: Sunday Bugs & Plot 420

I’ve seen this kind of insect before but I don’t know what it is. It is physically similar to a firefly but not exactly & not bioluminescent:

Gray Hairstreak:

It kind of has a face like a Who from Doctor Seuss:

Tiny bees love spirea:

This little guy was a surprise:

Just looking up on the back patio:

Earthworm on a compost bin lid... one of Tennessee Williams’ lesser known plays:

We went out to Plot 420 today:

We planted these Black Beauty eggplants:

Photo of my queen watering with the added bonus of a topless man tilling his plot in the background. I don’t know if it is just a Southern thing but men around here who have reached a certain age lose all shame:

We also added that cow panel trellis behind her today. This is the easiest way to make a good sized trellis. It is literally just a cow panel, two T-posts & six zip ties. I wished I’d known about them back when we were looking for building ideas for the trellises in the backyard garden but that was over a decade ago. Don’t get me wrong, what we have in the backyard garden using bolted together U-posts is sturdy & gets the job done. They’re just a bit more involved than the simplicity of a cow panel trellis. That cool cathedral arch shape is the happy aesthetic accident of having to fold a sixteen foot panel so it fits in my truck’s bed. It still hung out a bit even with the tailgate down:

Pericallis & a couple of young zinnias. The pericallis was looking pretty bad a month ago but it has fought its way back to health:

Plot 420 as of today. We also staked out where we plan to plant some of the corn but I didn’t take a shot of that because metal spikes & old twine isn’t that exciting. Side note: Garden twine is only good for about a season or a season & a half. After that, they are compost material:

On the road from Plot 420, these shasta daisies that were growing wild near Green Meanie lake caught my queen’s eye so I dug them up & we brought them home. There was a guy there practicing his fly fishing. He told my wife I was a “keeper” because I could have run into a snake getting those daisies. That made me chuckle to myself. I was wearing snake boots because I know the area has cottonmouths & copperheads while he was in shorts & sneakers standing in waist high grass full of chiggers & ticks:

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silverinia · 4 years

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I came for Baranski, I stayed for Baranski - a quick Christmas On The Square review someone* actually asked for

(* thank you, anon)

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional of any sorts when it comes to film and I'm not a journalist either. The last movie review I've written was probably for a school assignment in eighth grade. I didn't do research for this and I've watched the movie exactly one time, so this is just for fun.

It was a Sunday, Sunday the 22nd of November, nearing the end of the train wreck of a year that is 2020. I woke up on an air mattress around seven am, my head aching, my throat itching with pyrosis and light nausea, it was still dark outside behind the closed blinds in front of the windows, when I slowly realised where I was, one of my best girlfriends sleeping next to me in her bed. I had crashed at her place after a warm, fuzzy evening of mulled wine, tacky Christmas movies I would never watch alone (Christmas Chronicles and Holiday Calendar, which I quite honestly didn't enjoy at all, but the company made it fun anyway), doing our nails, wearing the fun kind of face masks for a change and smoking too many cigarettes, as the soft pain in my head informed me right now. She woke up an hour later and the morning went by with coffee and reheated pizza for breakfast, when we decided to watch another movie and I realised that it was THE Sunday I'd been waiting for through Zoom interviews and Dolly Parton twitter memes and the infamous wig gate that will be briefly discussed in the following, and so we clicked on the small icon in the Netflix menu that said "Christmas On The Square".

And oh boy, was it a ride.

To start off, I should mention that I have a hard time watching most modern day American Christmas movies, as I noticed quite vividly again when I watched the two aforementioned Netflix productions last night. The character development is always foreseeable to say the least, the plot lines are plain clichés hunting each other like they're the kids in The Hunger Games, and the writing is generally so bad that you can join the actors in reciting the entire scripts on your first watch. I watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas once a year while I'm gift wrapping and pause every fifteen minutes to shamelessly stare at forties Christine Baranski (I think we should all turn away from the birth of Jesus and instead count our years based on Christine Baranski's date of birth) in flamboyant nightgowns and short Christmas themed dresses, looking so fabulous that every interpreter of Santa Baby ever could only dream of it, I watch Love Actually at least five times a year to lust over Hugh Grant, cry with Emma Thompson and miss Alan Rickman, I enjoy Bridget Jones, which I would definitely consider a Christmas movie, and that's it. That's my yearly Christmas time entertainment routine and I can barely tolerate anything beyond, because I'm still traumatised from the time when I was around five years old and on a holiday family visit where had to sit through National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, the dumbest movie I have ever seen (my apologies if you like it but also, who hurt you?), with my cousins. I hated it. I hated every minute of it. And it scarred me for life.

But this was a Christine Baranski movie, I knew she was going to play the lead and so I was pretty much as excited about this as I could. And the fact that Dolly Parton wrote the whole thing didn't hurt either. As I said earlier to my friend I was watching it with, I have the pop cultural taste of a fifty year old gay man, a quality I am most proud of, and this simply ticked off all my boxes.

I expected something similar to a Mamma Mia experience that wouldn't cause me to crave packing my bags, give Covid the finger and run off to Greece. Light-hearted entertainment, easy to stomach, uplifting music and so little plot that the simplicity feels like a creative choice. That's what my pained, hungover brain knew it could cope with and that's not what I got.

The movie started and I was immediately in the zone. I saw Christine Baranski's name in the front credits (an experience that never fails to make me scream "Yass Queen" at the screen, regardless of where I am and who I'm with, as if I'm the sobering result that pops out of the package when you order Jonathan Van Ness on Wish), the setting was wonderfully corny (I grew up watching Gilmore Girls once a week, so give me warm fairy lights and a gazebo and I'm perfectly happy) and as my friend wondered whether Dolly Parton, in her exaggerated homeless attire that didn't make her look shabby at all, was green-screened into the setting because she stood out so much (which she was because the background dancers were dancing in slow motion, but to be fair, we were probably still a little too drunk to notice that from the start) and I told her I thought that it was just the natural glow someone who's Dolly Parton simply carries with them everywhere they go, I was happy. This was the movie I was prepared for. A movie in which the most problematic thing would be stereotypical characters and the wig they hid Christine's real, flawlessly handmade by God herself hair under.

And then, around five minutes in, Christine Baranski's childhood love interest was revealed as she pressed her perfect pointy nose against the window of his shop and sang about her unrequited love.

And suddenly, things started taking turns at a pace I was still way too sleep-deprived for.

Suddenly, in the middle of my general amazement at seeing Christine Baranski do literally anything and laughing loud at her impeccable comedic delivery, there were unresolved daddy issues, hanging prominently at the wall in her marvellously designed house (she literally says "Daddy" at one point and I couldn't help but think that only someone with her vocal skills could keep from making it sound cringe-worthily kinky). One moment, I was clutching my chest above my heart while she was bonding with little bartender Violet and munching on pretzels while downing some whiskey in that elegant way only Christine Baranski can bond with ten year olds who had it rough, eat pretzels and down whiskey, and the next she felt responsible for said girl's mother's death (which she kinda was too, but I'm not the boss of her). I was still busy making fun of how the very annoyingly, but when you're snacking on pizza with extra cheese at nine in the morning also highly funny, slow talking pastor's name was Christian, and suddenly there was a cancer scare.

It was a lot, a hasty sprint from major issue to major issue with a hint of comedic relief every now and then, and it didn't get any less until the very, rather poorly resolved, end.

The entire, constant up and down was followed by the movie's peak of suspense, the near death of precious Violet, something I couldn't even get too invested in because I was still so busy worrying about Christine's MRT results (I was truly fucking worried), not to mention that I hadn't even started to really process the sudden revelation of the love child and how it had affected her character's actions until this point. Was her constant tendency of pushing people away, as we've seen most clearly with her angel in training assistant who's name I cannot recall right now, the result of her broken trust in her father who practically ripped her son away from her after she had just given birth to him? Was it a result of her never getting the closure she needed with plaid flannel wearing Carl she was clearly still in love with? Maybe both? And what of the many issues was it that made her so incredibly shaken up when Violet blamed herself for her mother's death? Was it 'just' due to the fact that the closed pharmacy was on her, or was there more to it? Was it because she had grown up without a mother herself? Or did I miss a major piece of information because I was momentarily distracted, dumbfoundedly staring at Christine's very blue eyes? No time to ponder on that, little Silverinia, because here comes unconscious Violet in an ambulance, WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!

I'm not going to go in depth about what plot lines I thought were especially carelessly handled and why, real standouts were the sudden forgiveness towards her father who had still acted like a shitty asshole even though he might have had his reasons, because giving the baby up for adoption just wasn't his choice to make, and the fact that I kind of didn't buy how quickly Regina managed to forgive herself, especially for Violet's mother's passing, considering how deeply her tall, slim, dare I say angelic and entrancing figure was buried beneath the weight of all her issues. It felt rushed and incomplete, but that's as detailed as it gets because my major point is something else.

I think this movie made the great mistake of trying to be more than your average, flat, happy ending Christmas movie. I think no one involved thought it was possible to make it a big hit if the only real plot would've been great Dolly Parton music, fun ensemble dance choreographies, Christine Baranski's outstanding acting skills, fun settings and costumes and a redemption arch with as little plot as it could possibly take to make Christine likable to those who aren't already lost forever in the rabbit hole of being obsessed with her (poor fuckers, can't relate). They didn't notice that with the legends that were involved, they could've easily gone the Mamma Mia way. And I think that's why they tried to include heavier plot lines than most creators would've chosen, experiencing loss at an early age, struggling to find closure, dealing with sickness, teenage pregnancy, parents forcing their choices on their children when they affect their childrens' lives first, adoption, and the fear of losing your kid.

It was a lot and I don't want to say that it didn't work because my friend was crying, like, pretty hard and I questioned my entire existence all through the movie in not the worst way, and I did enjoy it a lot while watching. The "grief is love with nowhere to go" line was a real standout, for example, where the attempt of complexity DID work. It positively gave me fleabag season two, "I don't know what to do with it now, with all the love I have for her." - "I'll take it. It sounds lovely. You have to give it to me." feels, and that's about the biggest praise I can come up with. BUT (and this is written in capital letters because it's the big but) I'm also totally convinced that I wouldn't have enjoyed it if they hadn't cast Christine Baranski for the lead role. In my humble opinion, the hasty, not really at all resolved plot of this movie only worked because Christine Baranski is just a fantastic actress. She quirks a mocking eyebrow and you laugh. She parts her perfectly painted red lips and you immediately hang on them because you don't want to miss a single breath she, a literal goddess, graces us mere peasants of people with. She smiles and you're happy. She laughs and even while she's still laughing, you can't wait to hear her do it again. Her eyes fill with tears and you feel goosebumps on your arms, her voice slightly trembles, a breath hitches in her throat and you feel your heart shattering to pieces. As Chuck Lorre once said, this woman could read you the phone book and you would end up laughing tears because she just gets the job done. She knows what she's doing, she's an absolute pro in her game, and it doesn't matter, not even a little bit, what she's working with, because the work she eventually delivers with it is always at a minimum of 200%. I forced my friend to watch this movie with me because I adore this woman, and I felt for this movie because I felt for her. It wasn't the plot that sadly brutally overestimated itself, it wasn't the songs that I obviously enjoyed, nor the comedic elements that truly made me laugh a lot, it was all her. I came for Baranski, and I stayed for Baranski. This woman can do anything. She can even look graceful in a terrible wig job.

(side note / unpopular opinion: I actually didn't think the wig was all too bad. It wasn't good, actually far from good, but for me, nothing can match the awful wig game of Mamma Mia 2. I loathed that wig, I absolutely cannot stand it. So this didn't feel all that terrible. It definitely wasn't the most problematic part about the movie.)

I enjoyed watching this. It was a nice distraction from all the bullshit in the world. Watching it today was the first thing this year that actually brought me something close to excitement about the holiday season, even though everything will be very different and probably not quite as jolly this year. But it just gave me good vibes and as someone who did not watch this as a film reviewer, that's the biggest part of what leads me to enjoy a movie.

Will I watch this again? For sure. Will I enjoy it when I'm not hungover, having freshly done nails and munching delicious pizza for breakfast? Probably not as much, but it'll still have Christine Baranski in it. Would I recommend watching this? If you share my obsession with Queen B, one hundo. If you don't, probably not.

#Christine Baranski #Christmas On The Square #dolly parton #shitty movie reviews by yours truly

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